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navybrat817 · 2 years ago

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Study Habits

Pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You give Bucky a suggestion to help with his studies and he gives you a gift in return. Word Count: Over 2.1k Warnings: C-ock warming, brief insecurities, college AU, nicknames, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes and he's smitten (yep, he's a warning) A/N: A little more of my out of order Falling for You AU (Time to Study and Strike a Pose) with Titan and Starshine. For Week 4 of Hot Bucky Summer for @buckybarnesevents! Theme - FREE WEEK, prompt starting with "C". ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky asked you to help him study for an upcoming exam and you naturally jumped at the chance. It was a good excuse to spend time with him. When he suggested his room for the session, you questioned exactly how much studying you'd accomplish. He argued that he would've offered to use the common room, but there wasn't much privacy or quiet with the guys constantly going in and out. And with Steve in class, the two of you had the bedroom to yourselves.

It didn't stop a few of the guys from whistling as Bucky took you upstairs.

"Fuck off! We're studying!" he called back as you giggled.

"I know you're into Science, but I didn't think Anatomy was your thing!" Sam yelled before Bucky shut the door.

Oh, it's very much his thing.

"I think they're jealous because you're dating me," he said, pulling you into his arms so you could wrap your arms around his neck.

"They are not," you laughed a little. The fraternity brothers you met so far were all nice, which you were thankful for. "And even if they are, I'm only interested in you."

Only one guy outside of Bucky had hit on you and you made it clear that you weren't looking to date around.

A touch of pink showed in his cheeks, but he smiled confidently. "Good because they're animals. All of them," he chuckled.

"You may be in a house of animals, but at least you don't live like one."

Despite the stereotype that many fraternity members were sloppy pigs, Bucky and Steve kept their room relatively clean. The little touches of home with posters, knickknacks, and pictures of their families gave you a glimpse of the past and their childhood friendship. The boxing gloves and science books on your boyfriend's side of the room showed you the present.

What does the future look like?

"I'll be sure not to act like an animal until after we study. I'll behave," he promised when you raised an eyebrow. "And this isn't like the last time when I got everything done before we met up. Honest."

"If you say so," you smiled.

Overall, Bucky kept his word as you helped him make his flashcards. He only snuck in a couple of kisses here and there which he kept relatively innocent. You were almost on the last one when he asked you to go through them on his bed. With you in his lap.

"Me in your lap? We know how that ends," you argued.

It always ended the same way. Not that you were going to complain. There was still plenty of time before Steve got back from class.

"But I behaved," Bucky stated as you put the marker down, the corners of his eyes crinkling when you tried not to smile back. "And my lap is much more comfortable than this bed. Trust me."

"You did behave," you agreed as he took your hand and helped you up from the desk chair. "But I don't know. Your bed feels just fine to me," you added to tease him a bit.

"A 'just fine' bed versus my very good lap?" he asked, taking a seat on his bed and running his hands along your hips. "What do I need to do to convince you?"

Keep touching me like that and I'll melt.

You suddenly had an idea, setting the cards by his pillow. "You don't need to convince me, but why don't we make things interesting?"

An intriguing expression crossed his face as his hands froze, much to your disappointment. "Interesting? How?"

I hope he likes this idea.

"I could…" you tried to keep your voice light as you batted your eyes and prayed you looked enticing. "Keep you warm?"

His blue eyes darkened instantly at your suggestion, but he smirked as he considered it. "How exactly do you wanna keep me warm?" he asked, pulling you a fraction closer. "Tell me how."

He's going to make me say it.

Slowly inhaling, you tried not to stumble over your words. "I want your cock inside me while we go over the flashcards," you said, mentally patting yourself on the back for keeping your voice even when your knees were ready to buckle. "Please, Titan. Let me sit on it?"

The audible hitch in his breath was a win. "Since you asked so nicely, Starshine," he breathed.

Bucky didn't hesitate to reach under your skirt and hook his fingers through the waistband of your underwear. You shivered as they brushed along your flesh, his eyes on yours as he pulled the fabric down. Your neck and face warmed under his gaze, your mind still not used to the eye contact this man enjoyed maintaining. But your body was so responsive to his, already wet and aching.

"So, I'll get to appreciate the view while you help me?" he asked, unbuttoning his jeans as you stepped out of your underwear.

You shook your head before he lowered his pants and boxers enough to take his cock out. Your mouth watered as he wrapped his hand around it, watching it swell under his touch. He was thick when he wasn't hard and your core clenched knowing he was seconds away from stretching you with the length of him. "I think I'm the one appreciating the view," you simpered, barely able to resist putting your hand over his.

"You can look all you want," he said, settling back on the bed and motioning for you to join him. "It's yours."

He helped guide you to straddle him once you were close enough, closing the gap between you two to press your lips together. Your heart swelled as you kissed him back. His kiss was steadfast like always, each soft drag of his lips fueling the fire within you. But he stopped you before you could lower yourself down to take him in.

"Let me stretch you a bit first. I don't want you hurting later."

Your heart went from swelling to nearly bursting. While quickies were fun, Bucky only rushed when he absolutely had to. "Please, touch me," you whispered.

His thick fingers parted your folds to dip one inside, making you whine and clench around him. Letting him explore your body was easy. It always was. Opening your heart to him was just as simple and that should've given you pause. Both of you were young and still figuring out your paths, but everything about Bucky told you to take the plunge.

Just keep holding my hand as we fall.

Your eyes slipped shut as he added another finger and peppered kisses along your jaw. "I still don't get how you want me," you said, your eyes snapping open. You hadn't meant to blurt that out and didn't want to ruin the heated moment. "I don't know why I said that. I just meant-"

"You don't get it?" he asked with a frown, making you whimper as he took his fingers out. "You want a list of reasons why?"

"No, Bucky," you replied, but secretly, deep down also wanted a little praise. You just didn't want to ask for it, especially when there was no reason for him to give it to you.

"I'll give you one anyway so you know I'm serious," he said, keeping you hovering above his cock as he licked his fingers clean. The sight made you tremble. "You're delicious."

"That doesn't count as a reason," you teased, though you enjoyed hearing it.

"It counts," he winked. "You're smart. One of the brightest people I've ever met."

You closed your eyes again when he kissed your left cheek, your heart racing at the compliment. "Coming from a genius," you said.

"Hey. I'm complimenting you, not the other way around," he said, brushing his lips against your other cheek. "You're beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off you when we met. I still can't."

I couldn't take my eyes off you either.

"You take the time to talk to me about my interests, like boxing, or my day. And you make sure I'm not getting lost in my own head most days," he smiled gently as you opened your eyes. "I'm not ashamed to say I'm crazy about you."

"I'm crazy about you, too," you whispered.

Thank you.

"And, fuck, you feel perfect," he moaned, making you whimper as he helped you slowly sink down. It was an almost torturous pace as you stretched to accommodate him before he buried himself to the hilt. He felt perfect. He fit so well with you.

"Perfect," you sighed.

"You know," Bucky said after a moment. "I think you suggested this to punish me."

Your boyfriend pouted as you looked at him. He had an actual pout on his ridiculously handsome face. You wondered how much he got away with growing up giving people that look.

Probably everyone.

"How is this punishing you?" you asked, keeping your breathing even possible as you ran a hand through his hair. It was tough to concentrate with him inside you since he felt so good.

"Because I need you," he groaned, like it pained him to not thrust up into you. "I don't know how long I can stay still."

Neither do I.

You cupped Bucky's face with your hands, loving the way he leaned into your touch. "How about we focus on studying, then you can have me?" you suggested, kissing him gently before you settled back.

With a frustrated grunt, Bucky threw his head back. "Okay, but let me show you just how crazy I am about you first."

Careful not to jolt you, he reached over to where the cards were sitting. Instead of picking them up as you expected, he reached underneath his pillow and pulled out a small box. You almost avoided his deep blue eyes as he looked at you expectantly, your heart pounding so fast that you could hear the roaring rush of blood in your ears.

What is happening?

You gasped when he opened the box. It was a pendant made up of his fraternity letters. "Is this a lavalier?" you asked. You knew of the tradition. It was a sign of commitment and affection when a person gifted their significant other with their letters.

"It is. I was waiting for the right moment to give it to you," he said, glancing away for a second. Was he nervous? "And I realize asking while you're keeping me warm isn't exactly romantic and I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for," you said. If anything, the moment felt more real because it was spontaneous.

It feels a bit like love.

"You don't have to wear it if you don't want to," he said, kissing the corner of your mouth. "I know we haven't been dating for that long, but, well, you're my girl and I don't want anyone else. I haven't since you smiled at me at that party."

He wasn't playing fair at all by lightly shifting underneath you, the moment drawing a whine from you. Pure joy settled over you at his words. Wearing his letters wouldn't just show that you were his girl. It would show everyone that he was your guy.

Titan and Starshine.

"But if it's too soon-"

"I would love to wear your letters," you smiled, wanting to assure him the way he did for you moments ago.

He smiled back, his shoulders relaxing as he removed the necklace from the box. "You said you don't get how I want you," he said, slipping it around your neck to clasp it. The letters rested right over your heart, where they belonged. "But I feel lucky because you want me."

"How could I not want you?" you asked, kissing him tenderly and taking an extra second to savor it. "Would you like me to give you a list of reasons why you're the best guy for me?"

"Later," he smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist and glancing at his letters on your chest. "For now, I want you to keep me warm while you torture me by going over those fucking cards."

You giggled, the action making you tighten around him. "You did tell everyone I was here to study. Besides, flashcards are an effective method because it promotes active recall in the brain."

"I think we should make this a new study habit," he said, nipping your bottom lip with a playful grunt. "Because whenever I see them, I'll remember being inside you and want to do it all over again."

"I'll remember that, too."

And with his letters around your neck, you'd never forget that you were his girl.

How can Titan not be crazy about his Starshine? Love and thanks! ❤️

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hellsslibrary · 2 years ago

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✧･ﾟ:* NSFW Alphabet with Cater Diamond *:･ﾟ✧

DNI : minors.

!!Warnings : sub!bottom!Cater, phone recording, sex with multiple caters(?), oral sex, sex toys, strangulation kink, teasing, male reader.

Deuce <————«« Cater »»————> Trey

Heartslabyul. Cater Diamond.

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

Sorry, but he definitely takes a photo (not your naked bodies, yes, but his disheveled hair and a fucked up, tired face). He does not post them anywhere (well, if you agree, he will post them, lol). But otherwise, after sex, he is still energetic as always. So if you want something, he is happy for it! Although he will definitely pull you both into the shower, because he does not like to be sweaty.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves everything about you, like really everything. He finds you absolutely beautiful from any angle and in any place. But if he had to choose, then it would be your palms (later you will understand why :)).

In himself, he adores his face, obviously. His handsome face that tears down while you fuck him roughly or overexcite/postpone his orgasm. Or one that is in a blissful expression while you both fuck at a gentle pace. Doesn't matter. His face is his pride.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

The most common sperm, yes. The only difference is that it is slightly saltier than normal semen, simply because he doesn't eat much sweets, and its taste depends on the person's diet.

Cater loves when you cum all over him. It doesn't matter where. On his belly, thighs, butt, face. He just loves the feeling of having your cum run down him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to record homemade porn with you. Yes. And probably, someday he will still offer it. Although this is exactly what he does not want to spread anywhere, he just wants to see how your sex looks from the outside and maybe use this someday to satisfy himself. How your bodies move, on his own expression, how your cock moves in him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

He's... Very knowledgeable, but he's probably a virgin (at least in his asshole for sure). He knows a lot, a lot, but he has never tried it himself. Although he may have a few short flings with some ladies.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Cat pose (click there to see what it is). He just loves the close contact of your bodies being so close to each other during this and how fluid your movements become in this position.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He... Likes to joke, yes. Although he will not arrange a circus, but he will definitely joke. Boring sex is not his thing. He will definitely make you laugh or smile at least once during this.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He is very tidy and keeps everything clean. He shaves them, yes. Just because he doesn't like how messy the hair looks there. And the color of the carpet matches his drapes. They are same orange color, but perhaps a little darker.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very romantic. Definitely will whisper anything in your ear or scream it during an orgasm. He will hug you, kiss you, praise you, your dick, whatever. And will definitely try some clichéd scene from some crappy romantic movie (Hope not "50 Shades of Grey", lol).

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He does it often, yes. He just loves this business and is not at all shy about it. He jerks off at least 3-4 times a week. And it may or may not be recording a photo or video for you, sending it to you, thereby teasing you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Oh, he loves choking. I can't get rid of the thought, but I think he enjoys it when you squeeze his neck, fucking him senseless, and how your palms tense up. He also loves... Seduction (there is such a kink, I checked). He enjoys the process of seducing you. He definitely has a list where he writes down what you like best and teases you like that.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. He is not one of the shy boys. Although he didn't want you to fuck in front of someone in real life, but if you're into something like that, then Onlyfans is for you (Magicfans(?)).

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Mmm, to be honest, it doesn't start too fast, surprisingly. And this is quite difficult to do. But he is seduced by direct contact. Hug/stroke/kiss/squeeze/grope. It doesn't matter, just do it right and in sufficient quantities and it's yours.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He... A very open boy. Kind of true. He is ready to try absolutely everything at least once. Although if you don’t like this, then of course he will not insist. But if you want to try something, then he is completely for this idea!

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Definitely give. I think he has a very skillful tongue. So he loves to please you, and I guess he doesn't have a gag reflex either, so enjoy him to the fullest. Although he is more likely to tease you too slowly or dangerously close to your most sensitive parts.

And, of course, also likes to receive. Well, what could be better than your boyfriend's tongue and mouth on your most sensitive spots? And maybe teeth, if you want to tease him back.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Well... I'm not sure about that, but I'm guessing a slow but rough pace? Like slow, but deep thrusts right into his favorite, most sensitive points, from which he simply writhes with pleasure, grabbing at anything.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Yes, he loves this. Although his preference is still for casual sex where you can enjoy each other for hours, he still doesn't mind having a quick sex if you or he suddenly wants it.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is definitely yes. It is quite risky and experimental. He is ready for anything, for what you want, you just have to ask. Although, of course, he is not a superman and he will not repeat something too risky and extreme, of course.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

A lot, I think. He loves long sex and loves milking you dry. So around 7-12, I guess. And to bring him to overstimulation, and even more so to dry orgasm, you will need a ton of energy and endurance from you. So many.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes, he has a lot of sex toys. True a lot. Especially those that have the ability to control remotely, such as vibrators, dildos and other things. But he also has enough of everything else from some ordinary ropes and handcuffs to sticks for sounding. And he's willing to use it anytime, whether on him or on you (but I think he's more of a sub, so he prefers you use it on him, obviously).

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

He loves. He loves to run his hands over your body, stroking your sensitive parts, he loves to rub on you in public, he loves to send you some erotic photos, videos or voice messages, he loves anything if it's enough to tease you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

It's changeable. He can moan with great volume, and maybe even scream with pleasure. But other times he can be very quiet and just make little noises and sighs, I guess it just depends on what kind of sex you're having.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice

Um... His signature spell. Imagine that you will be satisfied by several Caters at once. Any place you can imagine. And in any way you can imagine. I will not go into details, because everyone has their own erogenous zones, but just imagine.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

Well. He's quite skinny, he's got muscles here and there, but he's still very slender (although weird headcanon time, I think he has a pumped up ass, lol). His dick is about 4-5 inches / 10-13 cm. But he is very thick in girth.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Above average, definitely. He loves to fuck with you and he will fuck with you. Although he is not a sex monster, of course, he still wants to have sex quite often.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fell asleep afterwards)

He won't sleep if you haven't had sex at night or late in the evening. He doesn't get tired after sex (unless it's some kind of overstimulation session), so he's very energetic anyway! But if it is night or late evening, then his biological clock will work for him and he will want to sleep.

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luxlightly · 2 years ago

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In line with my last post about getting good endings with companions, the writing of The Emperor really stands out in how it defies the expectations we have as players of a game of this nature. He's a very well written character who definitely wades through the very grey areas of morality and bends the truth so much he leaves you wondering just how much he's bought into his own lies,as well.

Major spoilers beneath the cut.

If you go through the same steps you do with other characters, endlessly giving him the benefit of the doubt, leaning into his comparisons of you to himself, helping him reminisce at the Elfsong. He seems to open up. You bring him back to his old home, seemingly listening to emotional secrets of his. All this culminating in him professing love for us. We expect this. It seems to be progressing normally as an ally would in a game. To the point where many might even kill the Gith prince for him.

So those who don't do so feel blindsided by his willingness to abandon us to join the elder brain the instant we won't do exactly what he asks.

But playing again, I picked options I wouldn't normally. I called him out for secrecy. I pressed him for the truth even when it seemed to truly hurt him.

And I didn't like what I found.

The Emperor is manipulative in such an organic way. He first pretends to be someone else entirely, but, when revealed, constantly poses himself as being at your mercy or otherwise making himself vulnerable to you. Every time he's caught in a lie, he says "ok this was a lie I had to keep to protect himself but only because it was basically the truth just with little details left out" and he does that again and again, each time pushing the truth a little farther, all while still insisting he has never lied to you.

He pretends that you just wandered into the prism in your dream because he was distracted and lonely, then he shows you little trinkets with cute stories attached at the Elfsong, giving you gifts in the form of his old armor and sword. He speaks so fondly of Duke Stelmane and acts so saddened by her death, then when you next see him in your dreams, he isn't wearing a shirt. All these things that make him seem so vulnerable. Like he's bared everything about himself.

Except he hasn't actually revealed anything. He tells you he was just some adventurer even though he knows how important who he was is to your quest. He acts like he and Stelmane were partners or friends. He never tells you anything about him, just anecdotes to make him seem relatable. Nothing but soft words to soften your heart and lower your guard.

And any time you express distrust or ask for proof or for him to be honest with you, he gets upset, he acts as though you are the one being cruel and unreasonable. As if you are hurting him after he made himself vulnerable for you.

So feels bad to select any dialogue choice that calls him out. That accuses him of what you suspect in your mind. Of what all the little red flags point to:

"You do a good impression of a human. But it's just an act, isn't it?"

And finally the facade comes down. He finally lets you see his thoughts. See something besides the story he concocted.

You see him torturing Stelmane, breaking her mind and reducing her to an empty shell. The same scenes he showed you before of them in a friendly partnership play again, this time revealing that she was just a glassy eyed puppet, her mind torn apart so he could use her body to serve him and control the city in secret.

"Be glad my methods have improved" he says. And tells you you were never anything but his puppet. That you never had a choice and you will not get a choice. That you are his thrall as much as Stelmane was.

And it feels like a real betrayal. Because he does a good job of acting the part. Even knowing you will mistrust him, even intending to mistrust him, you fall for at least pieces of it. And looking back the signs seem obvious and you see his you ignored them. Because that's how it was supposed to work. You were supposed to allow him to be vulnerable with you and be rewarded with his trust.

And that's exactly what he wanted you to think.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #spoilers #major spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #baldur's gate #baldur's gate spoilers #the emperor

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having-conniptions · 2 years ago

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KinnPorsche ep 9 Rewatch Rambles:

Ah yeah Tawan's aiming straight for Kinn's soft spot right from the start, he knows how to get to him... manipulative little shit, he deserved to be tricked by Vegas in the same way tbh - gotta love the irony on that one huh

Why he gotta be so handsome tho I feel conflicted

Bruh no one's gonna buy your sad puppy face even after u got poisoned (says the person who totally fell for his sad puppy face the first time around)

Tankhun is the most sensible one for sure

"I was Mr. Kinn's closest guard when he and Tawan were dating" POOR BIG I FEEL SO BAD FOR HIM

Kinda impressed by Tawan knowing exactly how the conversation is going tho lol

Kimmmmmmmmmmmm aaaaaaaaa he can't get Chay's song out of his head and he's even hearing the backing vocals, instrumentals etc

I love how Arm is the only one to notice there's something going on between Porsche and Kinn lmao

Ohhhhhhhh Kinn is sending Pete to keep an eye on Vegas HERE WE GOOOOO

Tawan's food looks good

Tawan and Kinn have no business being this cute OKAY LISTEN I know they're both faking and trying to trick each other into thinking they still have feelings for each other BUT WHAT WAS THE REASON

"You have a meeting, don't you, Mr. Kinn?" "What meeting?" *taps forehead* "Think." LMAO I CAN'T WITH THESE IDIOTS

Tawan is such a cocky bastard, always emphasizing how he knows Kinn and his family and the house and the food and-

Tankhun honey you're so right

Yok just immediately knows everything huh

"Do you think I should make him jealous?" "No!" Gawd I'm so glad we've got you, Yok

I know that the scene where Porsche slides into frame wearing only socks, undies and a shirt is a movie reference but I keep forgetting what movie this iconic scene first appeared in lol

Kinn in his silky PJs aaaahhhhh

I don't have the words to express my respect for Apo for being an amazing actor and portraying a character that can't act for shit lmao Porsche how is Kinn even buying that

The way he poses but makes sure to cough bc "oh yeah I'm pretending to be sick, right"

OKAY BUT PORSCHE PRETTY MUCH GRABBING KINN BY THE NECK AND YEETING HIM INTO THE SOFA what was the reason WHAT WAS THE REASON (other than reminding people that bottom does not mean submissive)

I mean yeah Yok said take charge but BOYYYY

Drunk Pete owns my entire heart

Kinn: *emerges from under the covers* Porsche: *fixes Kinn's hair* why do I feel like that was Apo trying to fix it so the stylist wouldn't get mad lmao

Pete. I love you but NOT NOW. GO TO SLEEP.

The little timelapse lmao

"You couldn't sleep either huh Porsche?" Nah he just got done banging your ex

Porsche's like "mmm sweet victory"

Oh Pete and Vegas at the temple ayyyy let's go

"Don't let them know we're watching" uh yeah too late lol

I WANT THE SHIRT VEGAS IS WEARING also isn't that the same shirt he wears later when he puts his fully clothed legs in the fucking pool?

I had to pause just to look for a Vegas' necklace or at least a dupe - haven't found one yet

Lmao @ Vegas flirting and Pete not knowing how to react

The little post-it omg

Bro why is Tawan so fine I hate this

Arm is an actual genius

And also adorable and a supportive bestie aaaaa I love him

Why is Tawan always showering lmao

GET THIS MAN SOME CLOTHES

And also a mask, if I have to see his goddamn dimples one more time I will stop caring that he's a dirty traitor and I don't like him

...fuck.

Awww Chay's making the guitar pick 🥺❤️

Ah. There's Vegas visiting Porsche at the pool with some wine. Literally forgot that that happened in this episode but that explains why he's wearing the same shirt

Wet rag of a man

I still don't believe he's just trying to get close to Porsche in order to manipulate him, sure that too but I think he also does kinda like him - not in the way that he's pretending to but I think they really could have been good real friends

Now Porsche hears Kinn agreeing to getting the evidence with Tawan but the reason why Kinn does that is because he saw Porsche chilling with Vegas WHY CAN'T YOU TWO COMMUNICATE FOR ONCE

The way Tawan finds the USB stick but keeps "feeling" for it just so he has an excuse to reach further under the bed and lean into Kinn's crotch BOO YOU WHORE

Lmao Porsche falling into Kinn's arms

MAYBE IF YOU GUYS HAD COMMUNICATED- u know what I give up

Oooooof the angssssssttttt

Kinn having to pretend he actually doesn't trust Porsche

Porsche 100% believing it

Oh great KimChay is here to break my heart even more AAAAAHHHH THEIR SMIIIILESSSSSS

Tawan and his warm milk istg

Tankhun the world needs more of your wisdom

"Run away with me, Porsche" nah Porsche belongs with Kinn BUT I'LL COME WITH YOU

#kinnporsche ep 9 #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche rewatch

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kaleido-write · 9 months ago

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I don't personally think that the title is fitting . I would've preferred seeing something symbol of solidarity and team work as they run to help Jaden. I really like the pose and their proportion I feel that rusty had a great grip on his to give them diverse body without being too extreme (reference at 13 yo shez that looks exactly like 30 yo shez)

It's unfortunate to understand the context behind the title we have to go read the synopsis of the chapter , for something that urges danger and the need of help asap . Endure is a very good title idea but I don't think it's fitting this chapter in particular, I would've preferred seeing it for the meriam/shez backstory chapter or even a Jaden one .

It's unfortunate we only see *now* a really malicious expression I truly think the agp would've been great vilains , but rusty didn't wanted to depict bad people she wanted to portray trans woman in her twisted version of what they are . If she did it well , she could've done something great about that topic but she didn't she just wanted to harm people and be mean .

On the art side of it , the neck is too long , a bit shorter would've been better but I like how rusty decided to explore expressions and emotions and give us something as interesting as that !!

I like most of it it's again somewhat well written and I like how the case are all very well fitting , I think having parniya come out of the panel like that is a good artistic choice . I don't like very much the case she come out off tho , it looks like she's running away from Jaden, instead I would've put them in front of her so it's obvious she's running towards them

On another point I'm not sure if it's internalized misogyny but I've noticed the reoccurring theme of women not being able to defend themselves against men and transwoman . I don't understand the point , isn't the comic supposed to be about lesbians ? I understand that misogyny and patriarchy is a very important plot that rusty wants to explore but she always put the woman in position where they can't defend themselves against men to the point it's becoming absurd. Strength isn't measured in chromosomes , there's plenty women stronger than men . I don't understand why she keep devaluing and making her own woman characters that she want to empower look so weak . Especially security guards ???? Plus Jaden is only fighting one of them I don't understand why she can't at least have a fair fight.

That panel is also well executed , we see very well the emotions and I like their running pose , it tells us about their characters and how they are . It's something very important to do in character design and I'm glad rusty does it this well .

It's another very good panel !!! My only critique would be the cracking noise , parniya isn't facing them to put emphasis on "she didn't see , she doesn't know" It would've been more interesting to put it behind her , also I would've added movement line to ginger to show she's still going at it and doesn't care about harming Jaden.

Not a lot make sense in that panel , where does shez come from ?? Why put her in the cover if she isn't going to be there to help Jaden sooner ??? The shadows are well done and I like how experimental yet control rusty style was in that chapter but her writting lacked a lot , I wish she took the time to write something that truly reflected *her* experience as a lesbian woman . She visibly has a very hard time portraying anything she didn't live herself . So until she practice more I think sticking to slice of life romance is what she excels at .

Another very well drawn panel !! I like that she finally added more movements lines making us feel more her panel . And she did very good with the expressions . And the poses and I like how the anatomy stayed consistent in that chapter so far !!

I like a lot of this panel is drawn , everything feels very different from one character to another no one feels the same the shadows where well done through the chapter so far

I just don't get why is ginger so far already ?? I would've liked her to be a bit closer to parniya because here it just looks like ginger is sonic wich is pretty ridicule-

#leasebound #leasebound critique #rusty leasebound

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authorholmie · 1 year ago

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Tidbit from Book 3

Nothing I post is proofread because I like suffering apparently

Nolein scowls at Danilo’s back, mentally at odds with the silence the man walks with. How someone so large and so powerful can move like a limber feline falls beyond his comprehension. Part of Nolein greedily wants to know–wants to watch the process it took to forge Danilo. Another part of him thinks it’s easier than Danilo makes it appear. He thinks it’s something that can easily be replicated.

The whole of him knows that a violent man, no matter how silent, is still a violent man.

Liander slides up to him, pinning them together as one foreign object dominating the shadow-darkened corner by tossing an arm around his shoulders. Nolein grunts a greeting.

“Can you see it?” Liander asks.

Nolein watches Danilo a little harder but notices nothing beyond what he has already. “That he plans out every move beforehand?”

“There is not a thought inside that dude’s head that is planned out.” Liander states. “Seriously, some things you’ve got to stamp across your forehead so that he sees it.”

“So he is a mindless battle-bred.”

Liander grunts. “No. In that area, he doesn’t need to use his mind… Which now that I say that aloud, explains everything else. Huh.”

“Surely Enzo knows that he’s a threat to the others in this house.”

“Okay, now I know there’s not a thought in your head–” Liander scrambles upright, moving to stand directly in Nolein’s field of view. “Why do you think that?”

“He moves like he’s ready for a fight at all times.”

Liander stares at him, hoping and waiting for Nolein to say more. When he doesn’t, Liander shakes his head with a gritted expression.

“You royals really only see things at face value.” Liander mutters something far too alike to most western curses beneath his breath. “That’s because he’s always fighting. Listen, I’m going to give you a piece of unwarranted advice. A fighter always knows. Simple as that. We know when someone enters the room, we know when someone leaves, we know when something’s been moved. Next time you try to figure out what it is you’re seeing, consider that he knows you’re watching. Maybe then you’ll finally notice.”

With that, Liander storms away with enough hostility that Danilo’s focus snaps to him, watching each microfracture on Liander’s face. Most would write it off as a harebrained motion; an innate animal drive that a majority of people fail to realize they do. Even Sigrid looks up from the book in her lap to watch Liander storm up the stairs, distantly aware of his departure before diving back into her page. But Danilo’s stare is far from that.

When he turns, meeting Nolein’s gaze, the arrow-guided line of Danilo’s scrutiny can only be described as one thing. Predatory. How Liander notices anything other than that, Nolein has no care to explore.

Except Liander punctured his certainty with a challenge. A fighter is always fighting. So rather than sneering, scoffing, or gesturing Danilo away, he stares back while allowing that thought to spearhead his current assessment.

It’s impossible for Nolein to see anything other than the potential threat Danilo poses as. Not because Nolein considers himself a fighter, but because he’s been in too many situations that escalated from simply deciding the wrong thing. So when Danilo’s shoulders stiffen and he frames himself against the table to appear nonchalant while simultaneously prepared to fight back, that’s all Nolein can see. A violent man prepared to be violent.

Then something changes. Nolein doesn’t exactly know what, but it does. Danilo stands the same, watches back the same, breaks the same. But there’s a distinct sensation Nolein can’t shake. And when he watches with the hint of something keener, Danilo shakes his head and continues on with what he’d been working on. As equally tense and battle-ready as before.

Nolein thinks he gets it then. Part of him doubts it, though now that the blinders have been removed it’s impossible to go backward.

All those stiff lines–the ones that make up Danilo–they aren’t targetted. Nolein has seen them targetted, and he’s seen the gore Danilo leaves behind once it is. This preparedness was a softer form of violence; protectiveness.

The horrifying thing about it, is that he knows personally how Audanteian soldiers must abandon that notion after progressing high enough into the ranks. Danilo either relearned it or managed to survive scarring things while keeping it preserved. Both were equally likely.

Only, that couldn’t have been what Liander meant. Because it didn’t excuse Danilo’s threat, but amplified it. A man, with the skills he’s survived with and a deep urge to protect, would be an unholy manifestation of destruction.

“Danilo?” Sigrid calls, standing with her book in hand. She steps over one of Moresh’s legs to reach the oval table. “What’s this word?”

Danilo’s physical focus shifts again.

“What makes you think I know it? You’re better off asking him.” Danilo juts his head in Moresh’s direction.

“It’s true.” Moresh slurs, still buried in his own book.

“If I wanted a headache, I’d have asked him. I want an answer I’ll understand.” She says.

“Rude.” Moresh gripes without sounding the least bit offended.

Looking hesitant, Danilo agrees. They both peer at the book’s page, slowly hashing out the word together to ensure they both understood it. Moresh made no effort to help.

What piques Nolein’s curiosity, is how Danilo’s guard doesn’t come down. Nor does it remain focused on Nolein. Instead, it angles toward Sigrid as if she posed the threat to begin with.

So Nolein mulls it over a little longer–mulls over the protective nature and the violence that seems to radiate from him.

It hits him like someone stuck rocks in the bottom of an empty sack and struck him upside the head. Danilo was protecting them from himself.

He glances up, blinking dazedly, and meets Liander’s gaze from the redhead’s perch on the banister overhead. Nodding to himself, Liander leaves, knocking on Enzo’s library door.

It explains the barbarity Nolein reads off Danilo. And it explains why Liander ignores it. Danilo fought daily to keep his cursed edges soft enough for those around him.

#authors #book blog #books #captive prince #all for the game #ya fantasy #fantasy writing #found family #enemies to family #enemies to friends trope #angst #hurt/comfort

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val-the-flatworm · 2 years ago

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Had my mind blown away by a shocking revelation about the Digital Circus and Microsoft Office 98's animated assistant

Each avatar has a parallel in the show

in one avatar there are a pair of masks one laughing and one crying with a red ribbon below them and the only real animation they have is on the faces which somewhat aligns with the way gangle is animated in the digital circus if you take gangles slumped posture and slow movements as the best they could really do with a body that doesn't really move though the face does animate in exactly the way the faces do on the avatar character however their name is "Tragedy and Comedy" owing to the expression on each mask being reminiscent of the theatre masks representing these two forms of theatrical plays

there is also a clown that looks exactly the same though unlike how we see them in te show they are very happy in the avatar obnoxiously so i might add maybe being abstracted is when they start acting out of character

there's also an avatar that looks just like moodle and they have much the same character in the way they act and are animated even including the way they fall apart

yet again there's a ragatha analogue yet again they look very much the same and yet again they act very much the same

there's a barrel of monkeys again it's the same

there's even a wooden posing doll which we see several of in the show

there is a character just like kinger though they are animated differently their avatar exudes a lot of confidence and they generally rather slow and deliberate when it comes to their movements something that the character in the show seems to be the exact opposite of but they did say in particular that he had become deranged

on the doors there is also crossed out a yellow dog that may be reminiscent of rover makes sense since they were a hand me down an avatar that featured in assistant but was made for microsoft bob a forerunner to the program

likewise there is also a ringleader avatar which would match their counterpart apart from them being different at everything above the shoulders however there was also another avatar that was just a pair of false teeth so omitting the eyes for a second (we'll get back to that later) it does seem to be a mixture of the two things put together but weirdly enough their animation and very much their character in general is completely different to either avatar however it does directly correlate to one avatar in particular Clipit almost as if clippy ripped the ringleaders head off stuck the teeth avatar in their place and started controlling the pair of them like a puppet from the inside

now there is a rabbit avatar but they are wildly different to te character we see in the show in fact Jax looks a lot more like a certain rubberhose animation character from a certain rather well known company who canonically has a way of entering fictional worlds they don't belong in and causing a lot of chaos by doing whatever they want for their own enjoyment much to the distress of the characters of said world but in doing so causes said world to break down which they try to cover up to avoid being detected as an outsider

even pomni has an avatar analogue though this might require you to stretch your imagination a little since there is no jester character but there is a beach ball that has 6 segments around it that alternate red and blue and if you looked at it from the top down you would see the same pattern that can be seen in the character's eyes which also explained the stripey design the rest of the character has but just a minute here the face of the character looks exactly like another avatar a character called "The Period" that is a.. red.. dot... oh dear

one obviously absent character in this entire lineup is einstein but there may be a copyright issue on that

merlin the wizard is also absent which is distinctly odd since there's no reason they should be

even the gloinks feature in a fashion there are random 2D shapes the same shape and color as the things we see in the show but they are just background pieces and have no eyes but move in very much the same way

of course you might ask what the bubble is well you might have to twist your brain a little but the assistant character communicates to the user via speech bubbles now hold on there's more to this if you take the way the dialogue is structured and the way the software progresses and interacts with the user's input then the way the bubble is acting is very similar to how that opperates being helpful but controlling in a way much like how it interrupts Caine while he is trying to make a length dialogue oh i think we can relate to that also that line Caine says "oh bubble, you always know how to make me say this exact sentence" would definitely make sense in this context

back to Microsoft Bob, the forerunner to the assistant in that game there is a world that very much resembles the overworld of the game we see there is a lake there and a fairground but where Bob's house is supposed to be there is now the bigtop tent

also in Bob are various set pieces that can be found around the tent the building blocks with the rainbow arches the corridor where the characters' bedrooms are a door that leads to a carousel a door that leads to room full of water a door that a punching glove comes out of and a door that leads to a bathroom not to mention that Bob's house has lots of framed pictures on the walls and both the moon and the sun can be seen through windows in Bob's house and if that's not a coincidence i don't know what the hell is

Caine's dialogue is also very reminiscent of exactly the way the assistant avatar actually talks in the software including nerding out on the legal issues and chastising you for entering a name that has a curse word in it

Caine also mentions a ball pit which was a hidden easter egg in Microsoft Bob

Also, on the release of Windows ME they removed the assistant character after many negative reviews and there was a magazine article calling for its return that had the following image as the front cover

though it's not exactly what we see in the show the grime is indeed very similar looking and the bust out and burned drive can also be seen on the computer in the show not to mention the mouse being split open but just to confirm it even more the warped power strip is also in the shot

now if you look at the headset in the image it looks very similar to this specific headset by Microsoft that was supposed to be available for use in Windows 98

but it never came to fruition and wouldn't you know it but the reason it never did is because the microsoft assistant popups crashed the software it was using

also if you'll look to the right you'll see the old design of pc tower ibm used to use or somewhat an approximate to it and wouldn't you know it but that itself was the very first iteration of the microsoft assistant

now we are still missing some specific characters those being a 2x2 jigsaw puzzle but as that was the logo for the assistant i can understand why it's missing

a 3D model of the planet earth well that's just kinda boring

bonsi buddy well that might be to avoid vinesauce fans

but there's seemingly no reason why the avatar known as F1 should be missing

youtube

except.. maybe the name..

you see in windows 98 when using the assistant by typing the button combination F1, F5, F9, F4 quickly in succession you unlock a game known as "software developer hunter" where you basically play spyhunter except you are hunting down the developers of the assistant software while playing as one of the avatars killing them in a cartoony explosion while they scream a very familiar scream in fact it's this one that pomni makes after seeing the computer just before going through another door

youtube

not only that but when you play this game the avatar characters say specific dialogue on killing the developers

WE ARE SPECIAL TOO

YOU WILL RESPECT THE RECTANGLES

DONT SKIMP ON THE DATA

WHAT DO THESE PEOPLE DO AGAIN

SO YOUR NAME IS MISSPELLED WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT

CIRCLES ARE GOOD TOO BUT THEYRE NOT RECTANGLES

PIVOT PIVOT PIVOT CANT GET ENOUGH

MALICIOUS PIXIES

A CHART SAYS SO MUCH EVEN THOUGH IT DOESNT REALLY SAY ANYTHING BECAUSE IT CANT TALK

THANKS FOR SHARING

LAST BUT NOT LEAST BUT ALSO NOT COMPRESSED SPAM

and if you wonder why i mention these in the episode one of the characters says each of these lines maybe with a couple of words changed here and there like Gloink in place of rectangle for example although interestingly Pomni is the only speaking character that doesn't and of these lines Jax says most of them

and even more interesting than that considering the connection to the assistant software being phased out around the turn of the millennium take a wild guess when this particular easter egg game was actually released

in fact all of the stuff we've seen not only includes stuff in a version of windows 98 set just before the millennium and just before they were phased out but it noticibly does not include one particular piece of software and this might be the clue that reveals the whole thing

at the turn of the millennium there was a big fear of that when the clocks rolled over to the new century it would cause a bug in the software that would break people's computers and so there was an update that was sent out to all PC's to change the software and prevent this from happening

said software made certain changes to these assistant programs and those changes are completely absent and not only that but in the office space when Pomni is running through it the yellowing computer is the only one of a design that predates when this feature was made as standard

not only that but in the various rooms she runs through you can see the exact tech used specifically for updating PC's to prevent them from the millennium bug almost as though they had just been preparing for such an event moments before whatever happened to Pomni

and on a side note i wonder what else microsoft released just before the millennium

yep a computer watch not quite the design of Caine's but it is also roughly square which in case you didn't know was very unusual at the time

and why yes that is the case for the watch sitting on the mousepad on the computer desk with the keypad for it sat on top of it in case you didn't notice (in not exactly to scale)

so i think i'll take a sip of my wine here for i do believe i

but that's just a..

Mat? wanna play me out?

#the amazing digital circus #theory #Youtube

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what are her thoughts on the future?

@carvedeeper also asked: what did abigail see in her future BEFORE her father became the minnesota shrike? how did that change over the course of the series?

abigail was always extremely intelligent, however this nature was never nurtured in her home or her town. minnesota is not known for their educational abilities, & abigail did not mind simply blending in with the rest of the cliché high school crowd. she wanted to go to college if for nothing more than to gain independence. it was hard to figure out exactly what she wanted to do because she didn't know exactly who she was. abigail worked one day, at most one week, at a time. had everything gone normally, had her father not been her father, she probably would have gone to college & studied english, eventually ending up as either a college professor or a secretary at a local business. she most likely would've ended up returning to or staying in her home town.

this ultimate confusion about identity & thus the future only became worse when her father did what he did. she took a gap year between college & high school because he pleaded with her to. he expressed, blatantly, that he couldn't lose her & if she left then he would have lost her & would have had to find her / keep her forever. following everything she went through, abigail's plans, as little as they may have seemed, were gashed. she had thought about potentially going into the behavioral science field, following in the steps of al.ana bloom, however she realized how improbable this was.

eventually, following the events of season 1, abigail got back into literature & writing her own stories. she ends up publishing under a pseudonym & her books gain attention / critical praise. where she is at this point, a writer ( aldona lutkute ), & with everything that she has gone through, she's theoretically back in her old ways. she views the future not as a promise, but a probability, & each day she has to account for where she's at, who is around her, what threats are posed to her safety & health, & so on. in high school, she couldn't see her future, not clearly, & focused on the days at hand. she's the same way now, it's hard to see your future when more than three times you've seen it nearly get taken away. the future, as she knows, is not a promise.

some people in her position would look to the future as a gift: it's great to be alive kind of ordeal. abigail is not that optimistic, & does not want to get attached to a future. this also does not help her personal relationships & she can sometimes be difficult to crack open / bond with. to think about it in a few ways: her mother was taken from her, her father, marissa, will, h.annibal ( to some extent he comes back to her in me & @comunita's interpretation of the books / show, however there is a period of time where she does not trust h.annibal to any extent, & does not feel she can rely on him for survival as she so had ). she literally has no one, & to bring people in is to put them at risk & thus, she tries not to see a future with anyone. it is simply easier that way.

#headcanon.#idk if i answered your question or just ranted incoherently #but OIJFOAPISJFOPAS

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magic-multicolored-miracle · 2 years ago

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The Witcher S3 Ep4: The Invitation AKA I Was Definitely Not Prepared

There were moments where I had to fully pause the show and collect myself. Because I knew I only have 2 episodes left and there were a lot of things that hadn't happened yet. But I still wasn't expecting them to happen all at once or send me on that wild emotion rollercoaster

Is Emperor CreepyDad just like this with everyone? Just stolling into Cahir's room while he sleeps and eating his food. Boundaries dude.

Aww, Cahir actually cared about Fringilla? That's sweet. And misguided cus she didn't give two fucks about him

Also, Cahir's been back in the good graces for at least a day. Can't we get him some time to clean up? Greasy hair and a dust-stained shirt aren't exactly courtier attire...

Aww, poor dear is having a crisis of faith. You shut the fuck up with your shitty advice CreepyDad. He needs guidance and help

Excuse you Artorius. Yennefer is a gift and you should be grateful. What, pray tell, have you fucking done lately to fix anything, besides sit around moaning about it all with Stregobitch?

"No more secrets" is a tough, possibly impossible, ask.

Also I hate that it's still The Brotherhood when at least half of them are women. And this weird vote by banging, which is new?

You would know all about that, wouldn't you Geralt?

Those are some dramatic-ass invites. I respect it

She's right Yen. You are good at this stuff

Triss is right to mistrust, but I'm worried for her investigating

Triss and Istredd? Not a pair I would have thought (and I suppose technically it's pair the spares) but it actually makes a load of sense, romantically or otherwise. I'm here for it

That's an interesting theory. A wrong one most likely, but interesting. And might put you in the right direction at least

Ooh here we go. This is The Episode. I'm not sure I'm ready, but I'm so ready

Don't forget, Ciri's granddad was from Skellige. She knows the sea (I almost did)

Jaskier's little perched pose and expression. He is loving this, and subtly egging the pocket-sized princess on

Hold on, I gotta put everything down and prepare myself. The moment I've dreaded and been waiting for...

He comes with backup singers?! Why didn't we collectively think of that? Of course he does!

His troupe are all much prettier than him

Are we still doing this between the two of you, Yen? It's just very strange and bordering on petty in a way you aren't usually

Oh right. I forgot the Queen of Redania was assassinated by "Nilfgaard"

Of course you and Sabrina knock boots and get along. You're both egotistical bitches who I want to like (but at least in her case I just can't. You still have your chance)

Vengeance, not scorn. Justice and Vengeance are two sides of the same coin.

Aww. Proud Dad

As much as I know this is important, I really want to know what any of Vizimir's half-comments in the background mean/the context where they make any sense

Hah! Outplayed the spies, nicely done Yen

These dramatic fucks. I think the whole band is "Valdo Marx" like Bon Jovi. That's what I'm going to run with.

Maybe listen to the professionals next time, Boris

Looks like all that obstacle-coursing with Lambert and Coén paid off

What and who the fuck was that? Because I am going to personally fight them

They got what they wanted from her though, in a way. Ciri's location is "with Geralt"

"Be careful who you trust" she says in front of the snakiest witch they know 🙄 I thought you were supposed be smart, Triss

Oh Ciri, you and your moral compass

Fringilla looks good with this vibe and crowd. Happy and free works for her

How is the bartender not noticing this?

Why are boats the interesting part?

Aww bonding time! I love Jaskier and his goddaughter/niece mocking her parents. 😂

And that they've finally reunited, but I do kinda want to know what was actually said to lead to that "sag into a hug" moment

Oh Jaskier, surely someone warned you about playing games of luck or strategy against Cirilla of Cintra, an absolute shark in the streets of her youth

Aww. Jaskier 🥺 that was really sweet. And probably exactly what she needed to hear. And then topped with a lullaby? I can't

Radovid, what are you doing?

The fact that Jaskier knows he's not a fighter, but is fully ready to throw himself into danger to keep it from Ciri, even for an extra moment. And risk his prized possession as a weapon. 🥺💖

Oh. Oh! I didn't realize this would be in the same episode! Oh god! I'm not prepared for Emotions!

"The only good part of this mess was meeting you." Bitch you can't just say something so gut-punching like that.

🥺😭😍🥺 the gifs were nowhere near enough for this. I need it seared into my brain. The emotion in their voices, and in their eyes, the desperation and terror in their breaths. It's all...perfectly heartwrenching.

I believe now, more than ever, that this is going to hurt Jaskier in some way, and that is going to break me. I would almost rather the strike against the show for "Bury Your Gays" and killing the Princeling than have him betray Jaskier

Careful Dara, speaking up apparently is a good way to get permenantly silenced around here

She's not wrong Cahir...you have proven fairly unreliable

What's the mission? Why won't you tell us?

Reinforcements? Are Philippa and Dijkstra planning to attack the Conclave? And if it's taking their messenger 2 days to get there, how are they getting back by first dawn? Not that they're getting there at all now, but I want the deets of what the plan was so I can decide how stupid it might have been

I support Geralt's plan. We just stab the shit out of Stregobitch until he stops smirking, or wasting oxygen

What the hell is Philippa wearing? And Triss's hair...

Ooh I love these parallel pairs plotting. But it makes me think Stregobor also has a second. It might just be Artorius but...I have my doubts

What is Tissaia unsure of? Not the conclave she's been so passionately backing, right? But what else is there?

Yen looks gorgeous, and I like that it's drawing from Anya's heritage with her hair but I don't know if I actually like her outfit. It feels out of sync somehow

Holy cliffhanger Batman

#Shye watches The Witcher #semi-liveblogging #The Witcher season 3 #The Witcher season 3 spoilers #Netflix The Witcher #ugh. the episode ends on a proper cliffhanger #and I have work tomorrow so I am already up past bedtime #I don't wanna wait :(

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Sorry if this is a weird question but how long did it take for you to start making art you felt was good enough, at least at the time? I have a lot of ideas for projects I want to make but I'm slowed down by not quite being at a level I'm happy with for professional endeavours. Wondering if I should quit while I'm ahead and just hire an artist I like.

Hoo. Good question.

It's hard to keep track of, honestly. I think every artist is going to feel a degree of "this could be better" about anything they make, and if that's all you're keeping track of it can feel like no progress is being made - but in hindsight, I think "this could be better" means a lot of different things, and what it means for my work has changed over time.

One of my earliest art-related memories is having a very clear image in my head of a pencil sketch I wanted to make (a family portrait of some wizards, a mom and dad flanking a young daughter) and then being immensely frustrated that what I produced was a pale, inexpert shadow of that image. The starting point I was at was "this doesn't look right and I don't know why," and I stayed there for a long time, even as I got overall better.

The first time I remember trying and failing to emulate a specific cartoon style, it was the manga Steam Detectives - I'd mostly been exposed to newspaper comics and scientific illustration, so I had never seen that sharp-angled straight-lined manga style before. There was a liveliness to it I couldn't capture, and that frustrated me. At this point I could see what was wrong, but couldn't yet correct it - my unconfident pencil sketching wasn't going to produce the same kind of three-dimensionality and flow as the brush strokes used in the, in the same way that a traced figure can look strangely odd and off-balance because it's only mimicking the outlines. At this point I'd hit "this doesn't look right and I know why, but I'm not sure how to fix it."

At that point, practice was kind of the only solution - unconfident linework can only be improved by honing the muscle memory and confidence of the artist, which I didn't know at the time or do on purpose but ended up happening anyway, especially once I got going on the channel and was regularly doing dozens to hundreds of drawings per project.

I do remember the first time I thought "oh, that's actually better than I expected" - I had broken my clavicle and my right arm was in a sling, and my art teacher encouraged me to try drawing something with my left instead. I am very much not ambidextrous and my lines were spidery and shaky, but when I stepped back at the end, the thing I'd tried to sketch - a portrait of a regal-looking elf man - actually wasn't too bad. The muscle memory in my right hand was completely absent from my left, but apparently my basic understanding of shapes and shadows had come through and made something that got across the gist of what I wanted. That was the first time I felt "this doesn't look right, but I already knew that, and what it does do is actually pretty solid."

At some point in the process of cranking out channel illustrations, and later chibi character commissions, without even noticing I hit a baseline level of confidence in what I was doing. Certain things got easier because I was doing them a lot more. I stopped thinking about whether a facial expression was communicating exactly what I wanted it to, stopped spending long stretches of time trying to refine poses - because in those specific areas I was no longer experiencing "this doesn't look right and I don't know why." I'd draw a face, realize it could look angrier, redraw the eyes and brows to be angrier, then move on. I'd block out a pose, decide the leg didn't look right, redraw it, line it and move on. It wasn't that I was nailing everything first try, it's that I'd had enough time and practice to quickly diagnose what wasn't working and quickly try something else to correct it.

Instead, I was thinking "this doesn't look right and I don't know why" about other things. Trees, buildings, figure shading, fire, water, metal textures. I still didn't feel ready to do the comic in earnest, but I'd started doing digital illustrations of the characters and mock-up pages/covers, and I kept finding problems in the composition. It didn't look right and I didn't know why. If I didn't know why, I couldn't fix it. A lot of that process boiled down to redrawing stuff until it managed to look right, then trying to reverse-engineer what had worked about that. I'd accidentally draw the most perfect torso and try to figure out what magic combination of lines had made that work. And again, it was a slow process, almost unnoticeable from my perspective, because I just gradually stopped worrying so much about unsolvable artistic problems because the solutions had just arisen with practice and experience. The background looks wack - it's probably under-shaded, darken some corners to make it match the foreground. This texture looks off - probably needs some particle effects to help give it detail. Etc etc.

At present, I very rarely think "this doesn't look right and I don't know why." I still have moments of "this doesn't look right" - almost constantly, probably - but they aren't noteworthy because I've had enough practice improvising solutions that it turns into a brief experimental phase before I fix whatever was bugging me and move on. It doesn't mean it's perfect, it just means whatever problems or places it could be improved are either subjective choices that are fine either way, or small mistakes I don't notice at the time. The process of error-correction and bug-fixing becomes quick and painless enough that I hardly think about how I used to spend ages agonizing over something that was wrong that I couldn't make look right.

The point I eventually got to could probably be best described as "I could make this better if I wanted - do I want to do that?"

Making a comic like this, it's very important for me to consider the value of pouring too much into any one page. If I vastly overdesign anything, I'm going to need to keep up that level of design every time it shows up. If I drew every forest shot by hand-drawing every single tree I'd never get anything done. If something looks off and I know the solution would be more detailing and more texturing, sometimes I'll do that - filigree and particles and all that good sauce - but sometimes I'll just try a few things until I find a shortcut that makes it look fine to my eyes. Art can always be more polished, so that's not really a metric for completeness or ready-ness - I really do think the most helpful metric is whether you're regularly struggling because you can see something is wrong but you can't figure out what. If you consistently know what's wrong - or, more accurately and less judgmentally, what could be polished if you wanted to polish it - you're probably in a pretty good spot.

#asks #aurora #art stuff

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mosscreektarot · 3 years ago

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Aligning With and Manifesting Freedom

Choose the image you cannot stop looking at or feel drawn to.

Group 1:

The World Reversed, The Hermit, 2 of Pentacles Reversed, 4 of Cups, The Hierophant Reversed, 5 of Swords, Ace of Wands Reversed, 10 of Swords Reversed, Page of Cups

“Carefully composed”. The World has a figure dancing happily and at home within her body…there’s a sense of childlike play here but because this card is reversed, you are sorely missing this feeling. Directly opposite this dancing figure is The Hermit–a wizened old man, looking downcast and stiff. Both of these cards represent you and your relationship to freedom at this time.

You have closed yourself off to possibilities. You seek something more but are failing to let loose. Your sense of wonder, joy, and desire to express yourself are diminished. The light within you has been dampened or tampered with. There’s this feeling that you are embarrassed to express joy. The Hermit does give indication that you are striving for freedom and a healthy inner self, but there’s no sense of fun. You’re taking a very lackluster and serious approach to life. It seems like everything you do is so methodical and strict that there’s no room for flow.

So how can you turn this around? How can you align with that sense of joy dancing in your heart? Take a step back. There is so much on your plate and you cannot balance it all. Life is a marathon, not a sprint. It’s okay to sit down once in a while and just relax without trying to be productive or to be constantly thinking about all the things you need to be doing. Say no! If you meditate, you’re likely doing so in a rigid fashion and maybe even getting irritated with the thoughts coming in. You feel yourself starting to focus on them too harshly and then give up because you have so many other important things to do! You can add movement to your meditations. Try to flow a little more, circle your neck, do seated circular movements with your body–move in a way that feels good. Allow your body to EXPRESS and let go. If you practice yoga, don’t just do the pose—add dynamic movement. Our bodies and minds are not machines. We need freedom to move fluidly. Put on music, dance your heart out! Don’t be ashamed to look silly or ridiculous–that’s part of feeling free.

You may have been brought up in a strict family or have a very demanding career that requires you follow a certain lifestyle, so it is hard for you in particular to let loose. You likely cannot even remember a time where you truly felt free. You’re always afraid of being laughed at, so much so that you swallow your own sense of humor. What if you laugh back? Is it so wrong to make someone laugh? To laugh in return? Do something silly just for the sake of it! If someone laughs, you’re doing it right :) .

The next step you need to take to find your truest sense of freedom is to think about what you really want in life. What ignites your passion? You don’t have that. You might be following a path just because it sounds good or it was the easiest option, and that’s fine. But you need excitement. You need something to look forward to. Right now you’re waking up every day with a sense of dread. “Oh, everything is going to be exactly the same as yesterday. What is the point?” The point is to laugh. The point is to find the beauty and small things that bring a smile to your face and seek them out. What you need the most is laughter. Cultivate your sense of humor. Make an ugly face, dance in your car, be ridiculous. Give yourself the grace and compassion to just let go. This will align you with freedom, and manifest freedom in your life.

Group 2:

King of Pentacles, 6 of Wands, 7 of Swords, Page of Pentacles, The Chariot Reversed, Knight of Cups, 3 of Cups, The Devil Reversed, 6 of Cups

There’s a lot of clutter and excess in your life right now. You find yourself constantly surrounded by “stuff” and people. These people are probably your good friends, but you often feel like the leader, and responsible for how much fun everyone has. There’s always a lot going on in your life. You might feel like your house is a hot mess because you just can’t find time to sort all the creature comforts you’ve collected. If you were to go around your home and try to do the Marie Kondo method, you’d probably only throw away three things. You really love your stuff :) .

Unfortunately, the clutter leaves you feeling trapped and you actually have a sense of dread within your own space. There’s just too much. You feel like it’s impossible to keep your home clean and organized, so you’re constantly playing catch-up and feel uncomfortable when people come to your house. Think about the things you have that you truly do not use. Make charitable donations with them. Find a “free” group on social media in your area or try to sell things at a fair price to those less fortunate. That light feeling of being generous and clearing your space will make letting go of your possessions easier. This does not mean that you should go out and buy more stuff after clearing some things out! I feel like some of you in this group have a genuine shopping addiction and you need to take it seriously because it is constricting your life.

You need to stop searching for the next best thing. There is no void you need to fill! You have more than enough and it’s time you appreciate what you have. You’re not a hamster on a wheel, and there’s no point in running around in circles trying to escape…nothing. What are you trying to run from? Dig deep. Use your maturity to inspect your history and dive into why you feel the need to constantly distract yourself from your own emotions with things.

This is also bleeding into your relationships with others. Honestly they are really awesome people and you have a great support system, but because you feel the need to be responsible for “fun” you’re always suggesting to go out and either drink or eat out, spend money, etc. When do you ever just sit down and have a conversation over a cup of tea (at home!)? You don’t always need to be doing something to have a genuine human connection and a good time.

Find the freedom to BE. To exist without a crutch. You need to explore and get in touch with your inner child. This is your key. What gives you genuine happiness? What makes you feel innocent again? Pick yourself a bouquet of wildflowers. The gentle simplicity of this act is exactly the kind of freedom you need most in your life.

Group 3:

Page of Cups, 8 of Wands, 4 of Pentacles Reversed, 6 of Pentacles Reversed, Death, Page of Wands Reversed, 7 of Wands, 9 of Swords Reversed, The High Priestess Reversed

You feel like you’re relatively carefree. You’re pretty good at self regulation. You acknowledge you have a lot to learn spiritually, you find it easy to make rapid progress when implementing changes. One might refer to you as quirky or unconventional. You like taking the roads less traveled and you have a strong disdain for conformity.

Unfortunately while your spirit is free, your financial situation has put you in a cage. You might not feel like money is necessary to achieve happiness (which is true!) but money is necessary to give you the free lifestyle you desire and deserve. Unless you want to live like a sadhu (one who has given up all worldly possessions), you need to find a way to bring some conventionality into your life. You need structure and you need to realize that living without worldly goals is not going to get you anywhere. I’m not saying you need to be working 9-5 or become an accountant, but if you have aspirations you need to have a way to pay for them.

Yes, means the end of whatever you’ve got going on now. But happy as you may think yourself, picture nothing changing in 5 or 10 years. Would you still be content being in the same place? Your freedom lies in travel, exploration and getting off the beaten path. You don’t want to struggle, but it is necessary for your growth both spiritually and to fulfill your destiny. Sure, sometimes it’s great to get stoned and do nothing all day, but if that’s your lifestyle? You’re inhibited by your own indifference to progress and change. Nobody moves forward in life without effort. There is something major you need to change. Death is here! This card is saying it’s time. This period of life is over. You need to start anew.

The most important thing to note here is that you have a very generous nature but you’re not able to give anything away due to lack of resources. You need to start thinking practically about how to budget, plan for your future. You can’t just leave everything up to the Universe. You play the biggest role in shaping your destiny! Ambition is not the opposite of spirituality. In fact, you need to be ambitious to achieve spiritual progress!

The High Priestess in Reverse is here to let you know you’ve been designating things into black and white categories because it is easier for you. Spirituality comes in many shades of gray, as does freedom. Spirituality is not about passivity. Find the middle path. You know you don’t need materialism to be free and happy, but you also cannot give up your right to pursue desires under the guise of “spirituality”.

Group 4:

Knight of Swords Reversed, The Chariot Reversed, Knight of Cups Reversed, King of Cups, The Hanged Man, Page of Swords, Queen of Cups, 2 of Swords, The Star

Stuck. Trapped, Caught. You’re not moving forward at all. Your energy is blocked. This might be due to illness, mental stresses, or because you’ve pushed yourself so hard that you physically cannot do any more. You are stagnant and unhappy about it.

What you need to realize is that you NEED this stillness. Freedom does not always mean movement. Freedom can be permission to rest. You need to let go of the expectations you have for yourself at this time. Stop thinking you’re not good enough and that you’re not working hard enough. Get in touch with why you feel this way. Why are you so unnecessarily harsh when you need gentleness most? If you need to, write out a list of your talents, gifts, and good qualities. Remind yourself that you are ENOUGH. You don't need to prove yourself. You need to take a step back. Breathe deeply and just feel your life force. Connect with the energy of life.

You don’t need to be a certain way to be worthy of your life. You are alive! You are already worthy.

This reading has both the Queen and King of Cups, so love is an important part of your freedom. This can refer to a partner who is on the way or someone you’re already seeing. This can also be a strong platonic connection for those of you who feel no need to seek romance. Alone you feel vulnerable and afraid. You need someone to temper the negative image you have of yourself. When someone else shows you love, you blossom. You heal. Yes, you need to find self love within, but there’s also the benefit of having someone in your life love you when you feel least desirable or worthy of love.

You have a very cutthroat idealism, and when you don’t meet your standards you find it hard to forgive or allow room for mistakes. Acknowledge your humanity. Release the part of you that is critical. Any time that critic speaks up, change your inner dialogue to the opposite. You can even say positive affirmations out loud in order to overpower the negative intrusive thoughts.

You have the power to heal yourself. Yes, having a partner is a wonderful help (and love is very close at hand for many of you!), but the love of other people cannot and will not fix your problems. Give yourself permission to heal. Take the much needed break you have been refusing. Are you free if you don’t give yourself a chance to breathe? Do your unrealistic standards set you free?

What can you do to pace yourself? How can you reduce the intensity you feel going about your day? A lot of you really need to find a good self care routine! The easiest thing for most of you is to take a nice long warm bath. The Star and all these Cups within your reading emphasize the power of water to heal and reframe your emotions. Stay hydrated!

Do you really want your life to be a white-knuckled whitewater rafting experience, constantly struggling for control and survival? Find the path of least resistance. Find what gives you hope and a sense of calm. Nobody can keep up the pace you’re going at forever. You will run yourself into the ground (if you haven’t already). Start taking slow and quiet meditative walks around your neighborhood. Live with gentle intention. Not with anxious intensity. Freedom will find you.

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nanaminokanojo · 3 years ago

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Annoying

CHARACTERS: Kuroo Tetsurou X You | Kozume Kenma, Yaku Morisuke (mentioned)

CHAPTER COUNT: 1/1

WORD COUNT: 3,900

GENRE: enemies to lovers | university au | fluff?

CONTENT WARNING: profanity | strong/suggestive language | mentions of violent behavior (slight) and toxic home life

SPOILERS: n/a

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You pushed your tongue against your cheek. That's it. That's the last straw. A bitter grin etched itself across your lips as you stood up, averting your eyes from a certain insufferable raven head who was sitting across you. He was sporting that devil-may-care smirk as he watched your expressions morph from seeming disquietude to anger. He wasn't counting on the latter as was evident in the way his disposition suddenly dropped to alarm when you crushed the beer can you were holding with your hand and slammed it on the table.

He was especially annoying. That wasn't exactly right. Actually, he isn’t. If you were honest, it was just his usual chaff. He had been doing it for more than half your lives. Being cousins with Kenma was peaceful save for the fact that you shared a common friend group, and of course, the package came with one Kuroo Tetsurou – his best friend – who was hell-bent on making your life miserable by relentlessly plucking on your every last nerve. You tolerated his existence from the moment you knew of it because you loved Kenma to bits and you were glad someone relatively sane and has a sense of accountability was looking after him, but that came with consequences.

He seemed to get off of annoying the hell out of you, and it never changed now that you were both in university. You didn't think it would change anytime soon, and you didn't really bother to understand why he does it in the first place. He put in the effort, too, leveling his wisecracking to yours as if he actually thinks of them and rehearses them so he can execute them perfectly, timing and all, just to get a rise out of you.

From middle school to high school, your breakfast consisted of granola bars you eat on your way to school and him making a gag out of everything you did. You didn't walk with him to school anymore, but since he still belonged to your clique and you both went to the same university, there wasn't really any palpable change. He’s still the pain in the ass you came to know save for the seemingly sexually charged quips he seemed to have taken a liking to. He thinks he’s funny so you let him be.

It's a shame since you actually found him physically attractive with his slightly tanned skin and impressive physique. Damn those thighs and arms and whatever you see peeking through the wide holes of his tank tops or when he would stretch like a magnificent feline and his shirt would ride up. Great iliac crest? Check! He is one handsome guy and you found his unruly hair quite cute. He smirks all the time, but you've seen how tooth-rottingly sweet his rare smiles were.

It wasn’t just that. He’s generally a good person. Annoying, yes, but he was kind in his own right. He could be caring and thoughtful, too, and he is really responsible for most guys his age. And did you have to talk about how sexy his brain is on top of being physically so? He’s so smart, you can admit to that without a fight because he just is. So yes, you like him enough not to strangle him because it would be a waste of a perfectly great brain. And he was nice to look at. Well, until he opens his trap anyway.

You'd usually just shoot Kuroo down, returning the favor with equal fervor, but that day was different. It wasn't as if your fuse was short. You actually dealt with him quite well, either just laughing at what he says or posing barb in accordance to what you saw fit. But you didn't think you could deal with his shit at the moment. Your nerves were frayed after a spat you had with your parents at home after they found out that you weren't doing so well in one of your major subjects. That's double whammy since you were already upset enough even without them pointing out what a disappointment you were.

And he just had to take a jab at that, too. Yes, he knows where to hit where it hurts the most be that intentional or not. You’ve only seen him do it to someone else before, which you thought was funny, but it wasn’t the case when you were the receiving end.

“Kuroo Tetsurou, you’re a fucking asshole,” you hissed, the words coming out so visceral that your friends looked at you, stunned speechless. Everyone at a one-meter radius who heard you say it pretty much looked at you. Everyone knew of your seeming rivalry, but it never came to the point when you would actually cuss at each other or get violent in any manner, but you did those two things in one go.

“I –” Kuroo was just as stupefied at your rather threatening reaction, opening his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out.

"Y/N…" Kenma was too surprised at your atypical behavior to say anything else so he held your hand, trying to placate you, but you demanded to be released with just your gaze and he did just that. He knew better than to hinder you when you were in such a mood. You heard him say something else along with your other friends calling you, but you walked away, weaving through the crowd of party-goers without a backward glance.

You found refuge in one of the upstairs rooms, sitting on the floor and leaning against the bed, chastising yourself for letting Kuroo get to you so early in the night when you should have been getting wasted, even dead drunk to temporarily forget your parents' words to you. It was one fucking subject and their reaction to your supposedly bad grade was too much.

However, your reprieve was short-lived when you realized just whose room you were in, the familiar smell of the bed covers you were leaning on registering in your head like a bolt of lightning. He was the one throwing the party after all, and you forgot that you were in his house to begin with.

Just then, the door suddenly opened to admit the owner of the room, his tall frame briefly silhouetted by the hallway lights before he shut the door behind him. No doubt the rest of your friends told him to go after you. And as he did, your frustration just overwhelmed you and tears started to fall.

Kuroo sank on the wall opposite the bed, sitting there in silence for a moment, the sounds around you only punctuated by the beat of the bass making the floor beneath you vibrate. Then he broke it by saying, "Did I do this to you?"

You paused from your quiet sobs, hands clenching into fists. Standing up, you motioned to walk away. You wanted to be alone, not talk to him. He wasn't the cause for your current mood per se, but he just had to push your buttons all the time. Hence, you wanted to be petty by letting him soak in not knowing. There's nothing he hated more than that, and you will give him a dose of his own medicine.

However, before you could pass him, he grabbed you by the wrist. It wasn't intentional, judging by the way his amber eyes widened when you suddenly stumbled, your weight causing his back to slam against the wall when you landed on his lap.

"Ow!"

He hasn't even recovered from the impact of your body against him when he half-smiled, half-winced, obviously about to say something which would exasperate you again. However, before he could utter anything, you started hitting him on the chest and shoulder with your first, your hits in sync with the rhythm of your words which you let out through clenched teeth and between heavy breaths.

"You really have to ask?!" you derided, your tears drying up as your emotions regarding your parents seemed to ebb away momentarily. "You've been doing this to me ever since we met. Why do you do that, huh? What did I ever do to you?"

“Y/N, I was just ki –”

“Kidding, right?”

Hit.

"Ouch!"

Hit.

"Serves you right!"

You raised a hand, about to swing at him, but he held your hand away. "Stop –” You hit him anyway with your other hand. “Y/N, that hurts!"

"You deserve it for always pissing me off!" You pushed him down on the floor and straddled him, heaving as you looked at his face in the semi-darkness, but it appeared as if you weren't even seeing him there but something else equally upsetting if not more.

Kuroo looked at you with concern and he knew that instant that you were just projecting. He couldn't have gone overboard with his provocations of you, could he? It took a lot to move you, even more to rouse your rage. Something else was wrong.

You continued to just smack him with your delicate hands, your momentum slowing down and he expected you to cry even more when you gripped him on the right shoulder, your fist lightly pounding on his chest. He just let you.

The idea of you crying was just ludicrous to him since you never showed any other emotion to him other than your usually happy disposition, your annoyance when he is around and your fluent sarcasm when you felt like being harsh. But he has never seen your tears, not even when he accidentally pushed you into a ditch and sprained your ankle as a result years ago.

A pang of fear and uncertainty surged through his chest when you suddenly just flopped down on him as if he was a mattress, your fingers fisting over his shirt. And then, like a dam, your tears started flowing out freely. The sight was painful to him. He might have thought in advance that you were gonna do just that but it didn’t make it any less distressing to see you in such a state.

"Y/N…baby, what's wrong?"

"I…” You paused at the pet name, but you ignored it. “Just let me do this," you told him in muffled tones, making a Kleenex out of his black shirt. "You owe me this much."

"Okay." His voice rumbled in his hard chest, and he adjusted your position on him, later soothing your back with one hand while he used the other to support his head. He stayed quiet, wincing once in a while when you would suddenly take deeper breaths in an attempt to calm down only to fail.

He couldn't believe the circumstances. He never anticipated that you would suddenly be open with your emotions in front of him. The two of you hadn't been the closest in your lot, and you almost always argued whenever you were in the same breathing space. He wished it wasn’t the case because he actually treasured you, not just as his best friend’s cousin, but more than that. But just that he couldn’t tell you properly, thus his knack for resorting to annoying you – anything to get your attention and keep it on him. And yet there you two were with no quantifiable distance between you, your warmth taking over his whole being as you continued to sob and he, in his way, comforted you.

You lay on top of him for what seemed like half an hour with Kuroo making sure you didn't fall off, until you raised your head which was seemingly pounding in sync with his heartbeat, the weight of your lower body pressing down on him when you did so. You were still sniffling, face puffy and flushed as you looked at him, surprised that he just did the same without saying a thing.

"You can laugh now," you mumbled quietly, feeling awkward all of a sudden, but he didn't do that and just continued to leisurely run his fingers lightly on the small of your back.

His brows scrunched up together. "Why would I do that, hmm?"

"Cause you're an ass?"

He scoffed, his chest jerking upwards at the action. "What do you take me for? There's obviously something serious bothering you, and you think I'll laugh at you?"

You frowned placing your head sideways against him, listening to the quick and heavy thudding of his heart. "That's what you do."

"Alright…"

To your surprise, he suddenly flipped the two of you over so you were underneath his body. Kuroo did so very swiftly that you couldn't even let out a yelp, thinking he was throwing you off him. He could easily do that considering what a hulking human being he is compared to you, but he was gentle in his actions, even cushioning your head with one of his hands.

Hovering over you, he stared directly in your eyes and you couldn't help but mimic his actions. You froze, staying as still as you could, swallowing hard when he leaned even closer, supporting his weight with his elbow just beside your head.

"How blind are you?" he asked softly, mostly saying it to himself than you.

You blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Or better yet, how unfeeling are you?"

Your face crumpled up into a scowl at his words. You just had a crying jag in front of him and he’s accusing you of being, of all thing, unfeeling. "What are you talking about?"

He sighed as if in long suffering, and flipping tables on you, he buried his face on the crook of your neck. "You're so annoying."

"Now I'm the annoying one?" You chuckled without humor. "Get off me, rooster head."

He clucked his tongue. "No. I let you do this earlier. It's your turn to let me."

"You're annoying."

Kuroo shifted his head slightly to the side so he was facing you. "Am I?"

You let your head loll to look at him. "You're asking?"

“I’m being a gentleman here trying to make you feel better even if you ruined my shirt and made a living mattress out of me, and I’m annoying?”

“You always are, idiot. You just have to breathe to annoy me.”

The two of you just looked at each other, his face breaking into a small smile, his eyes drooping down slightly as he regarded you. And for some odd reason, all you could think about was lifting your hand to trace the planes and slopes of his face. You did just that, your fingers running over his nose then the side of his face, lingering longer over his sharp jawline before they made their way to his chin, your thumb brushing over his lower lip.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, voice hoarse and quiet as he wrapped his fingers around your wrist.

You looked away, withdrawing your hand as you stared up at the ceiling. "You're okay, I guess."

“Okay as in…?”

“Your face,” you grunted, clearly exasperated.

"Is that an insult? 'Okay'? Really, Y/N?" He snorted. "And here I was thinking you're really pretty up close. No…beautiful."

You finally cracked a smile, about to laugh when you felt his fingers latch onto your chin, and the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. His touch was tentative, merely pressing his mouth against yours, his restraint evident in the way his veins popped in his jugular. While you were surprised, you couldn't brush the thought that it felt natural doing that with him as if you were meant to do just that.

He pulled away ever so slightly, his eyes opening a crack to watch your reaction. You immediately missed the contact, and in just a fraction of a second you were wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. You felt him smile as he kissed you with more fervor this time while you returned the gesture in kind.

Kuroo rose a bit without cutting the kiss, slotting himself between your legs and lifting you off of the floor and onto the bed where he laid your body whilst his hands dug into your hair, his tongue licking between your lips to seek entrance which you granted. He sought yours, the hot muscle mingling with yours and tasting you, making you moan, your breath snagging in your chest when you felt his hand feeling down your side, lightly squeezing just above your hip bone, his thumb brushing right under the waistband of your black sweatpants.

“What are we doing?” you asked when you managed to think enough to stop him, eyes closed as he smiled, looking drunk as he leaned his forehead against yours.

He kissed the tip of your nose then landed a swift one against your lips as his golden eyes opened to look at you. “I waited for this for too long.” He melded your mouths together again, deeper than his lithe kisses this time but just as brief, coming and going several times, driving you crazy.

“What do you mean?”

He laughed helplessly. “Why do I annoy you all the time – you asked me this earlier. Isn’t it obvious? We never really started off on the right foot, and before I knew it, I was grating through your nerves, and it just remained that way for god knows how long.”

“Oh.” Your brows furrowed in silent consideration of what he was saying, letting your brain mince through every word, then out of the blue, you remembered Kenma’s words to you before, particularly about the reason why Kuroo kept on being such a juvenile dipshit when he deals with you.

“He likes you,” your cousin said to you, something you shot down with scathing laughter that made him roll his eyes at you before returning to whatever he was doing. “Just saying.”

And your question then remained and tumbled out of your lips before you could help it. “Then why the hell do you keep on teasing me? It doesn’t make sense.”

Kuroo flashed you a pained look, thinking you still didn’t get it. “It’s the only way I know you would notice me cause otherwise, would you even look at me twice?”

"Uh…yes? You always tell me I stare too long at you or you ask me if I like what I see. And all this time, you think I wouldn't look at you twice?" You laughed heartily at him, causing him to pout. You rose slightly to reach his lips, pecking him. "Don't be upset now. It is funny, admit it."

Kuroo rolled on his back beside you before sitting up to remove his shoes. "That was stupid, huh?"

"I guess. So, you…uh…you like me? Is that what you're saying?" You smirked at his back.

"Don't get cocky on me now." He clucked his tongue, making a face at you over his shoulder as he removed your shoes as well. He then climbed over you, kissing you on the forehead before lying down properly on one side of the bed, patting the space beside him. "Come here."

You did as you were told, mulling things over as you plopped on the spot next to Kuroo, appreciating the smell of his pillows. "I mean, if you were crushing on me, why didn't you just show me." You glanced at him, feeling your cheeks burn when he draped an arm over your waist, fingering the hem of your shirt. He, too, was deep in thought.

"I tried…"

Your nose wrinkled. "Like how?"

"Remember when you wore those white pants and got your period for the first time?"

You glared at him. "Motherfucker, don't remind me." Of all the things to say, he had to bring up that unfortunate event.

"Hey now! I ran home to get you new pants and pads, in case you forgot!"

"Yeah, and teased me relentlessly about it after," you retorted.

Kuroo poked your cheek, baring his pearly whites in annoyance. "You didn't even say thanks and instead threatened me if I as much as breathed a word of it to anyone."

"I did not!"

"Did to."

You smacked him on the arm.

"Ow?" He shrugged. "I always bought you cheesecake in senior year."

That took you aback. "That was you?"

"As stingy as Yaku is, you think he'll buy you cheesecake every day?"

"Well, I just assumed…" You softened at that. "Makes sense. Thanks?"

He rolled his eyes then. "I told your parents I would watch over you when we go out just so they would allow you."

"Oh yeah, they like you as absurd as that is."

"Y/N!"

"Kidding…"

"And I might have punched the guy who tried to kiss you at that party freshmen year." He feigned hurt.

You shrugged. "Why didn't you tell me? You just had to be a pain, huh?"

"I didn't know how to, okay? And after everything, you still think I'm – how did you put it? – a 'fucking asshole'. Geez."

At that, you avoided his gaze and baited your breath. "Look, I didn't know. It's just not a good day and you just had to put the cherry on top of everything."

"I was kidding. I didn't mean to make you upset. What was bothering you anyway?"

"Same old crap at home." You sighed, eyes on your fidgeting hands and staying there for quite a few minutes before you looked at Kuroo. "I'm sorry I lashed out like that… and in front of the others, too."

Kuroo snickered, pinching your cheeks as he rolled on top of you. "Kiss me and I'll forget about it."

"How about you ask me out first?"

His eyes lit up with hope. "Are you gonna say yes?"

You scoffed. "You have to know for sure if I will say yes first? And if it's otherwise, we'll just go back to pissing each other off?"

He started kicking his legs out in frustration. "Y/N, sweetheart, that's not what I meant," he protested. "Will you go out with me?"

You distanced yourself as much as you can manage in your position, thinking of teasing the hell out of him. "I know you don't have a single romantic bone in your body, but I expected better. Hmm."

"Do you want me to get down on one knee?"

"Now you're just going overboard."

"I would if that's what you want." He eyed you in earnest, his unspoken emotions conveying themselves through his eyes. He looked at you with such tender affection you haven't seen in him that you found yourself melting when he said, "I really, really want you for myself, Y/N. You don't know what you do to me."

You flashed a brilliant smile but you couldn't help but pull his leg more. "I guess I have tiny bit of a crush on you, too."

But instead of being annoyed, he beamed at you. "I guess I can work on that for the time being." He brushed away some stray locks of hair from your face, your ears heating up when he lightly touched your cheek. "I'll make you fall for me deeper than just that minuscule crush."

You reached up to cup his cheek, smiling to yourself. "You can start now."

Kuroo didn't have to be told twice, and in the next second, he had your lips locked with his in a silent promise that he would do just as he said.

Somehow, when he moved his mouth against yours, he seemed less of the annoying being you knew him to be. And perhaps you liked him more than just "a tiny bit of a crush" that way.

-end-

Like I said, I'm hooked on enemies to lovers. Sue me.

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

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slasherhaven · 5 years ago

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okay okay, now I REALLY gotta ask: following up on the art s/o request, how would the boys feel if they've found LEWD drawings of themselves in their love's sketchbooks 😏😏

The Slashers reacting to their S/O’s lewd sketches of them:

Thomas Hewitt

Honestly...good for his self esteem. The sketches are definitely surprising to him, he wasn’t expecting them and he supposes it’s a way of reminding him why he shouldn’t go nosing around in your belongings. He’s definitely flustered but you must think rather highly of him to draw these...and looking at himself through your eyes, he can see himself more positively.

Still very flustered though. You drew these...adding all those details. Yeah, he’s extra thankful for the mask right now because he’s blushing. When you catch him with your sketchbook in hand, he’s even more flustered, and very apologetic. Will blush every time he sees those sketchbooks.

Michael Myers

That usual stoic expression as he presents you with them. He places the open book down in front of you, lewd sketches of himself on the pages. You look up at him with wide eyes, unable to tell what he was thinking or feeling, as usual. He just looks between you and the pages, like he wanted an explanation. So you gave him one, even if you stuttered once or twice.

Silently teases you about it. He is admittedly curious about the images but more amused by your reaction. He doesn’t need to speak to tease you. Hiding the sketchbooks so that you have to ask him for them, randomly placing one of your drawings in front of you, sometimes you even know what he’s thinking just from the way he’s looking at you. And he never fails to get a reaction from you.

Jason Voorhees

Feels like he shouldn’t be looking at these. Even though they’re of him...he feels like they’re private to you. He’s certainly flustered and even more so if you catch him. He won’t approach you about it, that’s all your business, but he isn’t going to hold it against you either. Just maybe blush a bit whenever he sees you for a little while.

It’s a little...freeing. If he had stumbled across these when you first got together, he would be freaked out and probably distanced himself from you for a long time. But now, now that you already have an intimate relationship, that you’re close and you trust each other. It’s actually a little freeing because it’s all the more convincing that all of this is nothing to be ashamed off, something that you’re still trying to help him with.

Brahms Heelshire

Super smug. Look at how good he looks in these! You must really like him and must be really attracted to him to make and keep all of these. He’ll have them spread out around him as he examines each other. He didn’t realise you thought so much about his nude body, he’s going to have to bring this up to you! He has plenty of compliments, not really stopping if you’re flustered by his discovery.

Could you, maybe...do some of yourself? These are nice and everything, very flattering, but he would much prefer having some lewd sketches of you than himself. Oh! Better idea! How about you do some sketches of you both together? He would love those and some would definitely go ‘missing’.

Bo Sinclair

Not sure whether to be smug or freaked out. He just isn’t sure how to feel. It definitely feeds his ego and makes him even more cocky than usual but he also thinks it’s a little strange. He knows you’re an artist and everything but...would a photograph just be easier? No offence, Bo just does understand the artist process. All he knows if he would rather have a picture of you rather than a sketch.

Will tease you about it. Despite all of that, he knows what this means. You just can’t get enough of him, can you? Something about him must enthral you so much that you just have to spend your free time sketching his nudes from memory. That also makes him smirk, you’ve memorised every detail of his body. You’re feeding that ego and it’s your own fault!

Vincent Sinclair

Very flustered under the mask. That mask might be pale but his face his bright red. But does that stop him from flicking through your sketchbook? Not at all! He’s...curious, sure, that’s the word. All of these sketches of him. The artist in him admires the talent and detail. The normal guy in him wonders what you are doing drawing his body. Similar to Thomas, it probably builds his self esteem just a little.

Is more likely to show you his own. Of course he has done plenty of sketches of you, even before you were dating. You inspire him. He might have already shown you one or two but only ever the innocent ones. The more inappropriate ones he didn’t dare share with you. It felt wrong to make them but he loved them, loved you, so much. But you clearly have the same artistic inspiration so...maybe he should show you some of his sketches of you.

Lester Sinclair

Has to double check. Are these really of him? They really look like him. Do you really think he is worthy of drawing and of drawing like...this. Everything was so...accurate. You must have done this from memory, you must know his body better than him at this point. And he found something about that both flattering and...exciting.

Mutual embarrassment. You’re embarrassed because he found your sketches, he’s embarrassed because you just walked in on him flexing in the mirror. He was trying to see what you see! He’s just had an ego boost! He’s honest with you though, you don’t have to be embarrassed. He’s very flattered and they’re really good. And, well...you don’t have to stop drawing them.

Bubba Sawyer

This is him? Of course it’s him, it looks exactly like him, and who else would you be drawing in these...situations. He’s a little flustered but any of that is wiped away by his curiosity. He’s able to look past the lewdness of it all, just so proud of your talent. Then he focuses back on exactly what it was you were drawing and blushes ten times harder.

Let’s just hide these a little better, yeah? They’re very good, very impressive, and he likes them. But he couldn’t even imagine the teasing both you and he would get from his brothers if they found any of these. You both agree that they’re just for the two of you.

Billy Lenz

Naughty, dirty, little Y/n...As soon as he sees the first one, he’s grabbing the book and heading for the attic to properly relax and examine them. Muttering to himself the whole time about how naughty you are for drawing these. And when you get home, he’s scurrying to meet you, forcing the sketchbook into your hands. Wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering in your ear all about your pretty drawing.

Maybe you should do more of these...including you. Really, he thinks they’re wonderful, very talented, very detailed. You should do more! But do you know what might be better? If you did some more of him that included you, wouldn’t that just be so much better, Y/n? Will keep his favourites up in the attic.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Teases you about it. He just likes seeing you flustered, that’s it really. And this is the perfect opportunity. He’ll be sitting in the lounge, them spread out on the coffee table, two in his hands as he examines them. They’re good, he will give you that, but the look on your face when you find him like that is even better.

Becomes determined to make these sketches a reality. Asa now sees this as a challenge almost. Whatever fantasies you have put to paper, he wants to make them real. Every position, location, whatever it is, you will both work your way through them. Not that it feels like work.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Appreciates the art form. He prefers videos but he appreciates your preference for drawing. He particularly appreciates your art when it paints him in such a positive light. So you have these drawing of him...can he have some videos of you?

He’s not bashful about it. He’s flattered! He sees your talent and compliments you on it. But his new favourite thing to do? Taking one of those drawings and placing it down in front of you, making you look up at him, wide eyed and flustered. But it gets the message across just fine, this is the sketch he would like to recreate tonight. You’re pretty sure he only does it to make you flustered though.

Otis Driftwood

Is surprised but will tease you about it. He definitely wasn’t expecting this but it’s better than anything he could have guessed you liked drawing. It definitely inflates his ego that you’re drawing him at all and the fact that most of them are so lewd is even better to him. He doesn’t think they’re any need to be embarrassed or ashamed, they’re really good! But he can’t resist teasing you about your infatuation with him.

Will definitely show you his own (if he hasn’t already). It’s perfectly possible that he’s already showed you his pornographic sketches of you, and he has a lot of the. But if he hasn’t, this will definitely get him too. You show him yours and he’ll show you his, it’s only fair even to him. Plus he hopes it will encourage you to share any future sketches with him.

Baby Firefly

Is flattered and think you’re cute when you blush about it. She’s honestly just flattered and impressed. They’re good! You’re so talented! But if you’re embarrassed or blushing about her finding them, she will both compliment and reassure you while teasing you just a little. You’re too cute to not tease at least a bit.

Will pose for you in future. Baby doesn’t really have any embarrassment about this kind of stuff, and she clearly has nothing to be ashamed off if you keep making these. So of course she will pose for you, she might even get more into it than you.

Yautja (Predator)

Are these for...science? No? When he first finds them, he believes them to be studies of his anatomy. He is curious about your race and it makes sense that you’d be interested in his, wanting to learn as much as you want. But as he kept looking through the sketches, he could see that these were not scientific.

Flattered. He’s not going to get flustered, this type of stuff doesn’t really bother him. He feels a sense of pride that you admire him so much to put your time into these, he’s also impressed by their accuracy.

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notsowrites · 4 years ago

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No Place Else I Could Be (But Here In Your Arms)

A 3x10 Malex Coda

I got an anon prompt asking if I could write the couch sex. This is not that... well, not exactly. There’s sex, just not that specific sex. So I wrote this, and then in typical fashion, worried about it until I remembered something someone told me once: "in the time you're spending worry about it, they've already taken their pants off.”

{AO3 Link)

So here ya go, enjoy! <3

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Michael wakes slowly, acutely aware of Alex sleeping next to him. Legs tangled, Alex has his face buried against Michael's shoulder, tiny exhales as he sleeps blowing cool air across Michael's skin. They'd somehow managed to fall asleep on the couch afterwards, the afghan pulled over their naked bodies.

He’s beautiful, he’s perfect, he’s home, Michael thinks as he watches Alex sleep.

Last night had been different from anything that had happened before between them. Michael had made the decision, especially after everything with Alex the last couple days, and particularly in regards to trying to learn how to let go of his anger with the past, to finally tell Alex this is what he'd been working towards, this had been the mission he'd referred to the night he'd kissed him at the Pony. To finally be able to answer the question Alex had posed in the song he'd sung a year ago, to finally be able to say he was home.

Max, Isobel… Dallas - they were family. He knew he'd only just met Dallas, but after their talk on the pier, he wanted to get to know him more. To explore that hope Theo had expressed that they would form their own triad.

It's all broken without three, Max had once slurred out in the midst of a bender on their 21st birthday. And maybe Michael hadn't realized it at the time just how true that statement actually was. Because he had a triad, he's had Max and Isobel since the moment they emerged from the pods. But he also had another triad in Isobel and Dallas, one that was brand new and he couldn't wait to explore more.

Alex had been right, he did need to start letting go of his anger about his childhood. But he's relied on it for so long, it's been a constant companion to him almost since the moment they came out of the pods. It's not going to be easy, but he had realized today he needed to start putting in the work. And in the bunker, Alex had listened as he'd broken apart, giving him the details he'd never shared before about that part of his life. As the tears had fallen down his cheeks, Alex had been there to wipe them away. To remind him that the past didn't define him. He'd rolled up the sleeve of his jacket, exposing his arm and the faded scar of a long healed burn. Alex had reached out, fingertips tracing along the skin.

I'd thought it was just a junkyard accident. I never asked.

Michael also knows that before today, he never would have answered with the truth.

He'd seen his own pain reflected back in Alex's eyes, a kind of tether between them he still didn't fully understand. Because it wasn't the first time he thought it appeared as though Alex was able to feel the pain he was experiencing, though it's the first time he thinks to explore it and understand it. It was one of the reasons, on the list of many, that had kept him awake at night over the last decade, curious about their connection, about what it meant and how to exactly describe it.

Cosmic had fit the way no other word had. The vast reaches of the universe, the galaxy, the cosmos. There was too much of it, it was impossible to truly put into words, to quantify - and that's how his connection with Alex felt.

Indescribable and infinite.

Dallas had asked, afterwards. He's more than the guy who fixed our parents' machine, isn't he. Michael had, at first, been floored by the recognition. That Dallas had picked up on that already. But for the first time he's eager to answer in the affirmative, to be able to say that, yes Alex is more than that to him. It's the way you look at him.

He'd told Alex later as they'd sat here, how easy they were for everyone else to read. And he'd watched as Alex had smiled as he spoke, staring back at him with a bit of a knowing look. You should ask him about it, next time you talk. At first, he hadn't understood the meaning, why he needed to ask Dallas how he knew, why it mattered. But as the night progressed between them, it wasn't until they were skin to skin, coming down from their orgasms, that it hit Michael.

Dallas has his own Alex.

He hears the change in Alex's breathing a moment before Alex is pressing his nose to the skin of his chest, slowly waking up himself.

"I love the way you smell," Alex says, the words spoken against his lips. "Like after a rainstorm, but with a hint of motor oil and grease. The rain always makes me think of you."

"Every time it rains?" He knows Alex has mentioned the smell before, made a joke about it that day they'd been investigating at the Long Farm. But no one else has ever said anything, commented on the way he smells before - well, about the grease and motor oil they have, sometimes a comment about how he would smell better if he showered more. But Alex is the only one to mention a rainstorm.

Alex nods, propping himself up on Michael's chest so they can look at one another. Michael reaches up, pushing Alex's hair back off his face, watching as Alex leans into his palm.

"In a way, I was glad it doesn't rain very often in the Middle East. It meant something of you didn't follow me to distract me."

Michael smiles. "I'm a distraction?"

It's the way Alex smiles in return, it's the way he leans forward and pushes their mouths together, pulling Michael's lip between his own. It's the way Michael has his arm wrapped around Alex, his hand resting on his back, slowly moving up and down against his skin. It's the way Alex trails a hand down his chest, fingers dancing across his chest hair as Alex continues kissing him.

Alex wraps a hand around his dick, palm against the sensitive skin, their lips still moving together, and Michael can't stop the gasp that escapes at the sensation. He reaches up, his hand going to the back of Alex's neck, pulling him in and closer, closer, closer as Alex's hand moves. Their foreheads stay pressed together, they breathe the same air as Michael feels his dick harden under Alex's careful motions.

It disappears in the next moment though, Michael opening his eyes just as Alex is pushing up and off his chest. He's about to protest, about to ask what Alex is doing, when Alex straddles his hips.

"Alex," he whines, hands immediately moving to Alex's hips, fingers pressing into the skin and muscle. He watches helplessly as Alex reaches behind himself, a second later feeling Alex's hand on him again, his dick pressing against Alex's hole. He's about to protest, because he would enjoy nothing more this morning than being able to finger Alex open, to hear his particular moans and groans, when Alex pushes down, because Michael is unable to focus on anything except the feeling of tight muscle and heat, and Alex.

Closing his eyes, he gives himself over to the feelings, fingers tightening slightly on Alex's hips before he feels a set of hands on his face. He opens his eyes to see Alex in front of him a moment before their lips collide, their foreheads pushing together. He kisses back, pulling Alex's lip between his own, sucking on it, running his tongue along it. Slowly, Alex starts to move, small gyrations of his hips, and Michael slides his hands down to grab onto the flesh of his ass, urging him, encouraging him, to move faster.

But Alex keeps his dizzyingly slow pace, their lips pressed together, and Michael goes. He gives himself to the heat building low in his belly, the way he can feel his balls tightening. Focuses on Alex's lips against him, Alex's body against his, until he can't take it anymore.

He pushes up, guiding Alex with him, and gently flips their positions on the couch. He pulls Alex's legs up around him, and pushes back into him, sealing their lips back together as he thrusts forward.

"Michael-"

He doesn't answer, not with words, just holds himself above Alex as he chases every feeling that is building up inside him. Michael feels his arm shaking again, they'd done the same thing last night when he'd been overwhelmed by everything happening as he’d held himself up above Alex. Because it's been months upon months since he's had Alex like this. And if he's being honest, also never quite like this. Everything feels better now, he doesn't have the impending sense that when this is done, when they're sated and letting their bodies cool, that it won't mean one of them is planning their escape. Because he's home, and neither of them are leaving now. There was last night and waking up this morning and Michael knows that there is going to be a tonight as well.

A future.

He leans down, pressing his lips to Alex's chest, to the space near his heart where he'd been injured by the crazed bootmaker. Michael slows his thrusts enough to find the scar - small and barely visible but another constant reminder of how close he came to losing Alex forever - and kisses it again. He doesn't know if Alex knows what he's doing, until Alex slides a hand up his neck and into the hair at his nape, guiding him up to kiss him again that Michael thinks he does.

"I'm right here," Alex breathes against his lips, short kisses over and over, their foreheads pressed together tightly. "I got you."

His hips jerk faster, and he feels Alex tighten around him as he spills onto his stomach. Michael presses down towards him, keeping their foreheads pressed together, catching every sound that escapes Alex’s lips. He feels Alex’s hands on his back, gripping his ass, fingers digging into the skin and muscle, urging him on. It doesn’t take much longer before Michael’s own orgasm hits, ripping through him with one final thrust, Alex holding him still as he spills into him. He chokes out an embarrassingly loud moan into Alex’s mouth, overwhelmed by everything he is feeling, before sealing his lips around Alex’s own.

Neither moves right away, and Michael feels Alex’s hands on his back, fingers tracing patterns along the skin as their lips continue to brush together. Gently, he falls forward, his arm no longer caring to support him, and he tucks his face into Alex’s neck, pressing a kiss to the underside of his chin. Alex shifts his arms, one hand moving up to bury itself in his curls, and Michael leans into the touch.

He doesn’t want to move, doesn’t want to stop touching Alex, not yet. Maybe not ever. But there’s cum cooling on Alex’s chest, and Michael allows himself to be pulled back to the present, that they should probably clean up first.

But it's that thought which has him thinking about last night again, and this morning, and how eventually they're going to get dressed, and they're going to have to face whatever the day brings. But tonight, when it's all said and done - he won't be going back to the junkyard to an empty trailer. No, tonight will be different. Tonight will mark their new beginning, new steps forward in their relationship.

On the coffee table, his cell phone buzzes from where he'd left it last night. Whatever and whoever it is can wait a little longer, he thinks. He has something - someone - more important to take care of first.

#roswell new mexico #malex #malex fic #alex manes #michael guerin #notso writes fanfic #hope you like this anon <3 #itried.gif

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