#i miss him an absolutely unreasonable amount

[helianthus04]

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[sphireath-wisp]

#Picture Perfect

Sypnosis: Where do they keep pictures/polaroids of you (and them)?

Warnings: Not proofread, reader admits that there were times they felt insecure at Levi's, morally grey reader(?), Mammon's section kind of derails from main topic, posessive/jealous Levi, possible mischaracterization because I haven't played in a long time

Featuring: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor x GN! reader

LUCIFER... who keeps pictures of you safe in his wallet. Honestly... it's not the most flattering picture of you, but he likes it a fair bit. It reminds him of the times when he used to think of you as just "the human exchange student" and not "(Name), our family."

The picture - taken by the RAD newspaper club - shows you being introduced to the whole school as the new exchange student. You look completely unamused. If his memory serves him correctly, you had no sleep last night since Mammon was unaware of the human cardiac cycle and how you needed sleep everyday. Your hands were clasped in front of you and you were sort of glaring at him from where you were standing.

He was confidently giving his speech, face neutral and completely unaware of the eyes burning holes into his back. In fact, it only garnered more attention because you had the guts to glare at the third most powerful demon in all of Devildom in such a way. It probably slipped your mind then that he had the power to snap your neck in half.

He kept it in his wallet as a reminder to warn you about controlling yourself. It'd be especially bad for his image if the human he was taking care of had the nerve to glare at Diavolo like that. Though, he never really found the time. It slipped his mind all the time simply because you never glared at any of his brothers in that way as more and more time passed.

You were unreasonably kind, he realised.

Occasionally, Mammon will attempt to steal his wallet and gets the shock of his life when he sees a photo of you by his debit card. You look absolutely horrible and... man! Mammon won't be letting Lucifer off the hook anytime soon - or rather, it's the other way around now that Lucifer has Mammon strung upside down by Cerberus as a personal piñata.

MAMMON... the mastermind, and you, his partner-in-crime. News spreads like wildfire in devildom. With the amount of havoc that he imprints with his every step, it's natural that cameramen have a tendency to tail him when things get dry or mundane.

Poor you. You're always caught his trouble and plastered as his accomplice to the point where you've gained quite the notorious name around Devildom.

In the past when Mammon went missing, Lucifer found that there was a much more effective way to find the Avatar of Greed without lifting a finger. Rather than putting up missing posters, bounties were placed on Mammon's head - it ranged from $100,000 grimm to millions depending on Lucifer's mood. If someone did ever find the demon, they would receive the allocated amount of course. However, Mammon rivals no one at speed, the only person who would have him on a leash would be Lucifer.

Since you're always stringed along with Mammon during his schemes, Asmodeus jokingly decided to submit a stunning photo of you to RAD's newspaper club with a bounty of infinity. It went completely viral! You can't imagine how shocked everyone was to see a human's bounty in Devildom, wanted (alive) in all of the three realms and the top "criminal" in hell.

As an inside joke between the brothers, anyone who brings you back to the HOL requires at least 20,000 grimm or some form of payment if another brother wants to hang out with you (Beel gets paid the most, Levi is the top-payer). You were certainly surprised when Satan snatched you away when Mammon's back was turned to you. He returned you back to HOL, amused when Asmo actually gave Satan some spare Grimm. Asmo would insist on painting your nails, plopping you down on his bed as Satan decides that he also needed some personal time with you as an extra reward for bringing you back.

Now, Mammon has your bounty in his room as a reminder that he has the most precious treasure in the three realms with him, the person whose worth exceeds any countable number, you.

LEVIATHAN... who can be camera-shy sometimes and totally gets it if you feel the same way. Sometimes, he just doesn't feel that sure of himself and he realises you more in common with him than he expected when you admit that you'll occasionally feel that way too.

Most of the pictures he has of you two are faceless except for the really special occasions and he doesn't actually own physical copies of the pictures like his brothers. He keeps them safe in an folder on his gaming computer and he references them whenever he wants to add a custom character (you) into a new game.

Sure, it may seem a little creepy to have a collection of photos of someone else on your computer, yes I can see how that can play out. However, Levi really doesn't mean harm. Most of his pictures there are actually in-game moments with you.

Finally beat a really difficult boss together? Finished a game in record timing? Screenshotting that! That's gonna be stored in the folder for memory's sake. In reality, he has way more videos than photos of you and him together than anything. You once recorded how long he can yap about his recent hyper fixation and, safe to say, you completely underestimated him.

He has videos of both of your live reactions to a new anime opening song, definitely treats it like a stream and pretends that he's talking to an audience with you.

Levi does stream quite often and you usually get featured as his special guest, but you have to understand that you're working with the Avatar of Envy, sweetheart. He definitely found it a little upsetting when you saw Beel type in chat that he's saving extra food for you in the fridge. You rushed down immediately and when you left, he ended the stream without hesitation.

He's keeping his photos and videos of you to himself from now on. No more streaming with you.

SATAN... prefers miscellaneous photos of you. Caught off-guard, mouth agape and lips curled into a smile he's so used to cherishing that it's become second nature. It highlights your imperfections, yes, but he only grows more fond of it if it's you.

Ironically, it seems more humane to see you in that way - cupcake batter all over your face as you bake, a maple leaf stuck in your hair as autumn arrives in Devildom. It reminds him that, "hey, I'm still your human no matter how perfect I seem." It reassures him that you're still the human that tripped over his books on multiple occasions, never learning your lesson.

You seemed unreachable to him in the way that he feels like he doesn't really deserve you. A romantic, heartfelt kiss or soft whispers of comfort by the shell of his ear would ease the doubt in his heart. However, Satan has learned that looking at these genuine, authentic photos of you is quite effective as well.

Unfiltered, raw, even the borderline unsightly and vulgar version of you, it's nice in its own unique way. That's the way Satan was created - unsightly, bloody, horrid. Of course, it doesn't mean he sees you in a negative light, but seeing your imperfect sides... makes you feel a little less far from him somehow.

Past all of the charming smiles and gentlemanly demeanour is someone who isn't as perfect as he'd like to seem. You'd be able to understand him with all the impurities plaguing him, right? You'd still hug him and let his claws dig into the skin of your back? You'd forgive him?

"So what?" and with two words, he was completely appalled by the simplicity of your answer. In any case, your bluntness could be interpreted as rudeness. He'd be fuming at how lightly you're treating his issues. But, that's just how little you care about flaws.

Satan laughs. A weight lifts off his shoulders and he feels... relieved. Visit him tonight, won't you? He can finally admit to someone how hard it's been to master his wrath all alone.

ASMODEUS... who dedicates his own Devilgram as not only a memory of his best moments but also your best moments. And, oh my, did his fans love you.

When he first featured you, he actually received a little hate (he couldn't give two fucks) due to how controversial of a topic you were at first. Funnily enough, the puny human he calls family today gained him a lot of traction of Devilgram, especially after you became a hot topic once you formed your first pact with Mammon.

From behind the scenes, he'd keep his followers updated on you and the hot water you'd find yourself in, eating his popcorn with a grin and posting. The more he posted about you, the more his fans started appreciating how brave you actually were for a human.

You had a Devilgram of your own, but you rarely posted there since your first few months in Devildom were spent wisely on adjusting to the HOL. Your (unknown) admirers were getting their daily scraps of you through Asmo.

Asmo would realise sooner or later that having both you and him in a picture is the formula for a guaranteed successful post. The Avatar of Lust and a human (demons are literally TEMPTED to have their soul; it's described as a JEWEL) in one photo?! Oh shit, blow the whole roof off because it was a massive hit. (Trendsetter MC and Asmo!??!)

As for Asmo, he loves that his darling is also receiving the love and attention they deserve. In fact, he wholeheartedly supports you with every fibre of his being. He's your biggest fan and you're his.

Plus, his Devilgram is the perfect outlet to shock his brothers. He once posted a picture of himself by your side on his bed. He grins at the camera, showing off his smeared lipstick as your face is dotted with kiss marks.

Disappointingly, it got reported and taken down in an hour or so. (That doesn't mean he doesn't have the photo)

BEELZEBUB... sticks that family picture on the fridge with a magnet. Yeah, he could totally hang it at the entrance by the stairs. Sure, he could frame it up. Yet, it's more homey having it somewhere he always visits and looks at.

Additionally, when Beel's hunger gets the best of him, the picture on the fridge forces him to remember if he has any delegated tasks today. "Oh yeah, Satan wanted some help picking up books from the library today, something about a book sale." "Belphie told me his pillow had a hole in it; I better get him a new one after visiting Hell's Kitchen."

At times when the whole family isn't home, having the picture also serves as a mental checklist! "Oh yeah, MC hasn't eaten dinner yet. Better get them something." "Lucifer wanted another cup of black coffee I think, I'll get him a snack just in case." Making sure everyone is eating well is really important to him because of his own appetite. He hates how empty it feels being hungry, why would he ever put any of his family members through that kind of torture?

Furthermore, he feels a little guilty for always eating so much. Ensuring that everyone has eaten is a role that he's assigned for himself.

It's something the whole family values, but it's especially special for Beel. When he goes on a hunger rampage and tears the kitchen up from wall to wall, if there's any damage done to the photo... you can expect a lot of apologies. (Lucifer has to schedule another time for a family photo to cheer him up asap)

He still has an old photo of the whole family without you actually - it leaves a bittersweet feeling to throw out any kind of precious photo. Yet, the more he looks at it, the more it feels incomplete without you in the picture.

Huh, you know what? He'll search for you right now to grab something from Hell's Kitchen. Nothing much, he just wants to check up on you and get his 80 plates of cheeseburgers.

BELPHEGOR... who has a silver locket of you, him, and Beel on him at all times. It's convenient, lightweight, portable, and silver looks good on him according to Asmo.

Whenever he feels like he misses you or Beel (or both), opening up the locket solves 50% of his problems. However, it's not like he can hug the locket to sleep and bury his face into its shoulder. It's not as if the locket can carry him when his legs feel sore. All he can really do is hold it to his heart and shoot you/Beel a text.

Still, he does feel a little more relieved to see the photo. Whenever that rotting feeling of loneliness gets to him, one look at his locket reminds him that, "Hey, I still have them." It does ease his doubts, but we both know he'd never admit that openly.

Pressing the cold silver against his lips also became a habit he developed soon after getting the locket. Belphie... has chapped lips since he's always asleep and never drinking water. The cold feeling kind of distracts him from that uncomfortable feeling - it's much less effort than going all the way downstairs, grabbing a glass from the pantry, pouring water from a jug into it.... you know the drill.

Both you and Beel have one as well, but you don't wear it as often since Asmo loves to accessorize you with all sorts of new jewellery to try on. Beel wears it yeah, but it's usually off when he's eating - which is most of the time - since oil and grease are super obvious on silver stuff and it pains him to get something so precious dirty.

The other brothers are actually grateful he has the locket despite the initial jealousy. Belphie has his fair share of tantrums and everyone knows how younger, spoiled siblings can be when something pisses them off. The brothers have to try and baby him, which only ticks him off further. One peek at the locket when you or Beel aren't around and suddenly, it's like he's a new person - back to normal in a flash.

It saved Mammon's face a good punch when he accidently stepped on Belphie's foot at the planeterium while he was sleeping.

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[atiny-moon]

ATEEZ as Boyfriends

Genre: soft, fluffy, suggestive

Pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

Tags: a little bit of everything <3

Word Count: 1.6K

HONGJOONG

Definitely the type of bf to fix your clothes - like if you’re going out somewhere, i can see him helping you pick out smth to wear or even styling you himself. And when you two are out, he’s constantly adjusting your fit so you don’t look bad. The type of guy wander off in the middle of a party just so he can admire you from afar

Though he isn’t too fond of being overly emotional, will hype you up to anyone who would listen and not even in an annoying way, it just so happens that the majority of his sentences start off with ‘oh, my partner..’

Loves leaving marks - biting, hickies, etc. in places only he knows about

Will call you every time he’s eating, even if he doesn’t say anything, just bc he missed you and wanted to have you around for a little bit

Doesn’t like to cuddle but does give the best kisses the kind where he just holds your chin in place and plays with the ways his lips touch yours

Ultimate king of push and pull

SEONGHWA

Ugh, the way this man would absolutely dote on his partner. Anything they wanted - he’d be all over it. Think acts of service type of love

Loves all the cheesy romantic shit, all of it - the matching accessories, matching hairstyles, coordinating outfits, taking an insane amount of cute couple photos, going to the most aesthetic date spots just so y’all can take photos together. Knows your best angles, duh

So many gifts. And expensive gifts, too! Hwa’s got super expensive taste and i feel like he’s the type of bf to dote on you so much that he wouldn’t want you to wear inexpensive clothing. Like he’ll be like, ‘oh, babe, i got you these new silk pajamas because you said mine were so comfy’ meanwhile he’s already replaced like all of your clothes

Super comfy stay-at-home dates where you do skincare and watch the latest episode of whichever drama you’re watching. Even when he’s hella busy, he’d find time to video call you so you could watch the newest episode together.

Always smells incredibly good, addictive even

Forehead kisses & top of the head kisses are his favorite

YUNHO

Textbook romantic gentleman. The type that makes sure you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, opens every door for you, never ever lets you lift a finger, and will always give you his jacket if you’re cold

Super sentimental. Like if you put together a scrapbook of all of your time together, guaranteed this man will cry. Especially if there’s a handwritten letter explaining how much you love him - he would simply be undone

Tries to remember every single detail about you so he can either plan the perfect date or gift you the perfect item. Truly works soo hard at being a good boyfriend. Also really good with birthdays. Like, scary good.

And tbh, the type of bf to call you out on your bs - like when you’re being a little unreasonable or if you’re telling him about a situation that you’re going through, i think yunho would be the type of bf to tell you when you’re wrong but in a nice way! (maybe.. he can be kinda savage sometimes lmao)

While I don’t think he’d be super into PDA i do think he’d just always be near you like close enough to reach out and hold his hand or close enough that you two would be able to talk without raising your voices

This man loves back hugs

YEOSANG

The best at good morning and goodnight texts. They somehow always make you feel loved and special

Super supportive? The type of bf to set reminders in his phone so he can wish you good luck on whatever upcoming project you’re working on. Even if it’s like the smallest thing ever, he’d be so proud of you for working toward it and even more proud when you achieve it

Really deep and interesting conversations

I think it would be so easy to be with Yeosang - like the both of you wake up together, get hungry at the same time, get sleepy at the same time, etc

It’s not that he’s not into PDA, he just forgets about it like of course he loves holding your hand, but he got distracted thinking about what he wanted to get for lunch

Laying his head on your lap is his preferred way to fall asleep

SAN

Loooooooves physical affection. Cannot get enough of it. I think his ideal would be being able to glue himself to you so two could just walk around permanently attached to each other. also I feel like San runs really fricken hot - like a cute lil heater

The ultimate hype man. It could be a pre-workout selfie, a just finished taking a shower selfie, an all dressed up selfie, a sleepytime selfie, a i just woke up selfie, IT DONT MATTER!! San is going to hype you up every single time. Which obviously does wonders for your confidence (which was his plan all along ;) )

Loves to stay in and just watch movies. Mostly so he can spend as much time as he can cuddling with you. Matter of fact, most of the dates he plans are just excuses to spend more time with you - physically and emotionally

Speaking of, San would be such a good listener! Like I feel he’d understand where you’re coming from emotionally and provide support in a positive and affirming way and never ever make you feel like your emotions are wrong or you were wrong, for that matter truly wants the best for you

And bc he loves you so much, I feel like he would also respect you a whole heck of a lot which means the first time you guys wanna do anything sexual, it takes him a loooong time to be okay with it. Like i think you would have to initiate

That said, he would absolutely blow your back out every chance he got once he got comfortable

MINGI

Loyal af. Once he makes a decision on who he likes, it’s that person FOR EVA so get used to the idea of having song mingi in your life

The wildest communicator - like, y’all abandoned texting very early on in the relationship and now exclusively communicate via selfies/photos, voice memos & memes. His voice memos are hilarious and sometimes incredibly lewd. Like will sing you an entire song that he just made up. In voice memos. Then follow it up with what he wants to do to you in excruciatingly graphic details.

While he won’t do completely matching outfits, he is super down to coordinate outfits - wear the same colors, or complementary silhouettes, something that lets ppl know you two are an ~item~

And though I think he likes being Princess Mingi, i think he would go to great lengths to make sure you’re taken care of - whatever you need, he’d get it for you.. Or get someone else to get it for you lolol

Will always pull you into his lap. He likes how easy/fun it is to manhandle you.

Loves PDA. I’m talkin full on make-out sessions, ass grabbing, hand holding, and everything in-between. good luck getting him off you!

WOOYOUNG

Likes biting. A lot. Especially the marks it leaves

Super generous. Like, the most giving man you have ever met. Will give you the shirt off his back even if you don’t ask for it. This also extends to anyone you know, especially! family. He likes knowing he’s the one taking care of you && yours

This man is crazy into fashion and i think his style would end up affecting your style, not bc he wants to but bc he just looks so cool all the time, you’d wanna match him, if you know what i mean. Definitely gives me gomez & morticia addams vibes.

Learns your favorite dishes and cooks them for you.

I think Wooyo’d be the type of bf to be a little controlling or ride the line of being a little mean just so he can rile you up. It turns him on when you get angry. But would also definitely cut it out if he saw you weren’t having it.. He wants to fuck you, not make you mad!

Can and will makeout with you for hours

JONGHO

Would have such a hard time telling you how he feels, but has no problem showing you how he feels - whether it’s buying you a little trinket, or making sure you ate, or even just listening to you, i think you would always feel loved when you’re with Jongho

Is actually really funny? Or maybe he’s just good at learning what makes you laugh and then gets good at telling you jokes that align more with your humor

Your family would absolutely adore Jongho

Wants to experience new things with you so all of your dates are either trying out a new restaurant, or visiting a new pop-up event, or going to a new city for the weekend, anything that helps creates memories with you

Hella anti-PDA. Will actively avoid holding your hand in public. But as soon as you are behind closed doors, will be the sweetest and most loving bf - being silly/cute, soft sweet kisses, plenty of hugs (which he’s surprisingly really good at), and sooo many massages

Jongho would give the best aftercare

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Blurb of Annie's birthday... Matty brings a cake to school to celebrate his little baby's special day... he stays a little while...

I'm loving all the blurbs

oh, I'm so glad you are loving the blurbs!!! I am loving writing them, little Annie Healy has my heart.

Anyway, yes yes yes I love this idea so much omg. 

(Can Ace write anything without saying “smile” and “eyes” 1000 times… wait and see!! (the answer is no.) Also, timeline wise this makes absolutely 0 sense but… I do not care!! All that matters is the vibe <33)

It's Monday when Annie comes in very proudly and announces “Miss y/n, I'm six on Friday” with her chest puffed out and a big smile on her face.

You pretend you don't know, despite having seen it on the system last week, “Is it really Annie? Wow! You're growing up so quickly” You smile down at her as she nods along to your words, holding her bookbag (do other countries have these? idk) in one hand and the other hand out, ready to gesture with when she spoke.

“My daddy says the same thing.” she starts. Then her face lights up further, “You know my daddy is coming in on Friday!! He asked Mrs Richards and she said that he could come and bring a cake for everyone!!” she recounts excitedly before her face drops, and she suddenly gets very serious. “But you can't tell anyone that miss y/n, it's a secret. Pinky promise?”

You smile at her but soon put on a fake stern face to match hers. You drop to her eye line, stick your finger out, and link it with hers, “I promise Annie. Now, how about you go put your bookbag away so we can get started?” she doesn't respond but instead nods and shuffles off to set her bag down.

Leaving you standing and reeling that Matty is coming in on Friday, in peak proud dad mode, to celebrate his daughter (who you love.) fuck. This was going to make your head spin.

/////////////

cut to the actual day, and Annie comes in wearing a little badge and a hat. You see Matty drop her off from the classroom. you totally weren't staring out the window waiting to see him arrive or anything…

he wasn't even really dressed up, just a chequered button-up and jeans. but for some reason, he still made your heart race. seeing him bend down and give her a kiss on the cheek, and a big hug almost made you audibly sigh, but you caught yourself before you did. because that would be inappropriate, you didn't have any feelings for him. none at all. totally neutral.

Annie came bounding in, a massive smile on her face showing off her gappy smile. she'd very proudly come in the week before talking about losing one of her teeth, and now, every time she smiled, her gaps were on show.

class started, and to avoid Annie literally buzzing with excitement all day, you allowed her to announce to the class the news of her big day.

with the happiest face you could imagine, she said, "It's my birthday today! I'm 6 and my daddy is going to come in with cake for everyone!" 

a chorus of cheers came out as you sat behind your desk, trying to stop your grin from growing an unreasonable amount. 

soon enough, you got the class back in order, and the day whizzed past. Suddenly, it was 2:30, and there was a knock on the door.

matty stuck his head around the door and quickly met your eyes, "hi" he breathed out, staring at you with adoration in his eyes.

“Hi” you breathed out in the same way. For a few seconds, you both stood there with stupid grins on your faces staring into each other's eyes. Of course, in a classroom of 5 and 6-year-olds, that peaceful staring didn't last long. But it simultaneously felt like a quick glance and a full minute.

Annie comes running out of her seat and to the door. Matty quickly catches on and comes fully into the classroom, managing to hold a cake in one hand and hugging his very excited daughter with the other.

“Daddy!!” she squeals with excitement, bouncing in her dad's arms as he tries desperately to balance a cake. Over the young girl's shoulder, he shoots you a worried glance, and you snap out of your trance and come to grab the cake.

“Ah yes, let me just grab this,” you say, and Matty smiles graciously at you. His other hand quickly scooped Annie up into his arms to greet her properly.

“Hi, peanut!! You have a good birthday?” he asks. His eyes flick between his daughter, babbling on about her day, and you standing at your desk showing a room full of mesmerised children the cake he brought.

In between his daughter's rambling stories, he manages to catch you chatting to the kids, “Yes Annie's dad Mat-” You pause and catch yourself before you slip, flicking your head up and making brief eye contact with Matty. “Mr. Healy brought us all cake! Let's all sit in our seats and get ready to say thank you like we practised!”

Matty's face briefly scrunched in confusion, but you did nothing to answer his silent question, only shooting him a sweet smile and spinning around to walk to the front of the room. The combination of the cheeky smile and the way your dress moved as you spun had Matty's brain stuttering through his thoughts.

Annie was still chattering along, completely oblivious to her dad being completely enamoured with the woman in front of him. She soon saw her classmates all in their seats and was wriggling out of her dad's arms, trying to join her friends.

Matty comes to join you at the front of the room, fighting every urge in his body to wrap you up in a hug. He wants nothing more than to grab you by the waist and pull you in, burying his face into your neck and breathing in the vaguely sweet smell that follows you around. He thinks about how his other arm would swing around your shoulder and pull you impossibly closer. Your arms would come around him, and he would feel you hum in enjoyment at the contact.

But he doesn't do that. He simply waves in a way that makes him feel so uncool that he internally cringes. You giggle at his clear discomfort and copy his wave, tilting your head teasingly at him. 

You somehow manage to wrangle your mind back to the task at hand, you clap your hands and grab your classes attention. “Right! Everyone, this is Annie's dad, Mr. Healy!” Matty cringes at you not using his name, loving the way it sounds coming out of your mouth.

“As you can see, he has been very kind and brought us a cake to share! Can we all say thank you?”

Matty was staring at you, lost in watching you work, but soon the ensemble of small voices wrang out, pulling his attention away from you.

“Thank you, Mr. Healy!!” says the sea of children in front of him, Matty looks out at the crowd, used to the number of people but not quite the age range. He sees a mob of gappy teeth and excited faces and can't help but mirror them.

“Wow! You guys are welcome! I hope you all like it. It's already cut up... sooo-” he looks over to you for further instruction, and you snap back into teacher mode quickly.

“Okay! Everyone, can we all line up in register order for our cake?” Some groans come from the crowd, but you quickly catch them, “and don't worry if you're near the end. There is enough cake for everyone! I promise.” You smile and wave your hand, and soon enough, each child falls into line, all bubbling with anticipation.

//////////

Quiet music plays through the classroom speakers, and the noise of children chatting and giggling permeates the room. At the front of the room, you are leaning against the desk as Matty stands in front of you with his hands in his pockets.

He stands with joy written all over his face as you continue to laugh at his stories and jokes, the sound of your laughter ringing in his ears in the best way possible. It's so melodic that Matty has the fleeting thought to record it and use it in a track.

“So you used a scooter to get to the smaller stage” you laugh, staring at Matty with an impressed yet questioning look. As he nods, his curls bounce. You briefly get distracted by how perfect they are, but his resonant voice brings you back to earth. 

“An electric scooter, I'm not just furiously pushing myself on a razor scooter in the middle of a concert” Matty corrects, looking faux offended at your forgetfulness. 

“Oh yes, sorry and electric scooter, of course.” You say nodding, “I don't suppose there's any video of this that I can see? I think I need to witness it.” You smile at him.

Matty pauses briefly, weighing up and showing you the video. On one hand, he can get closer to you to show his phone but on the other, you get to see a mildly embarrassing video of him whizzing away to the sound of “Vroom Vroom” by Charli xcx. 

You take his silence as offence and quickly start stuttering apologies, “Oh I'm sorry if that's too personal, you don't have to show me. I was just-” Before you talk so much it makes you dizzy, Matty cuts in. 

“Oh no don't worry love,” the nickname slips out without a second thought, Matty doesn't even consider it but you are sure you'll be thinking of his voice saying that on repeat for the next week, “I was just thinking how embarrassing this is going to be, but you're right. You do need to see it. Just promise me you won't think less of me, yeah?”

He makes intense eye contact as finishes, and you can't help but blurt out what you think of immediately, “I could never think less of you.”

A silent beat passes, and Matty doesn't say anything, just bashfully smiles and grabs his phone.

//////

Too soon for your liking, 3 pm comes, and it's almost time to leave, but before everyone goes, you have one more thing to do.

“Okay I have to play teacher now, sorry,” you say to Matty, standing up. He nods and steps back, letting you get everyone's attention and speak.

“It's almost time for our mummies and daddies to pick us up, so let's all do one last thing before we go today. As you all know, it's Annie's birthday,” Matty watches his daughter's eyes light up at being mentioned, “so let's all sing her happy birthday!”

You count them in, and the class starts singing to Annie, you and Matty included. Matty watches you sing for his daughter, pure joy on your face and a grin that makes his knees weaken.

The song ends, and everyone claps, just in time for the bell to ring, and you send them off. “Okay everyone that's the bell! Go grab your stuff and meet your mums and dads in the playground, Mrs Richards will be out there to help you find them if you need it!”

You wave each of them out until it's just you, Matty and Annie in the room. You spin around and bend down to her level, “Did you have a good birthday sweetheart?”

Her toothy grin comes out again, and she nods furiously, “Especially because my daddy came in, that was really fun” she says, looking up at Matty and grabbing his hand.

“I had so much fun too, sweetheart! Let's get going though, yeah? You've got Grandad and nanny at home waiting to see you!!” Matty says to his daughter, who immediately starts dragging him away and saying bye to you.

You laugh and wave them off, “bye Annie!!” You say excitedly. You make a point of lifting your eyes and meeting Matty’s.

“Bye Matty” you say softly, waving at him the same way he greeted you earlier.

He simply grins and waves back before returning his attention back to his daughter and continuing to be dragged away.

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[softestqueeen]

a kiss at midnight

pairing: miguel o’hara x reader

summary: You and your boyfriend Miguel O’Hara had a fight about his working hours and how you felt he didn’t put enough effort into your relationship. You haven’t talked to him in days and were growing more frustrated by the minute. But when the annual New Years Party of the tower is coming up, you see the perfect opportunity to make him jealous.

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! p in v sex, hand job, possessive and jealous behaviour, unprotected sex, hickeys

wordcount: 2077 words

a/n: Happy New Year! I hope you're starting good into the new year! I spontaneously decided to write this, so I hope it isn't to bad. Enjoy <3

Five days. It had been five days since your fight with Miguel and five days since you last spoke to him or seen him. You thought he was being unreasonable. You told him what bothered you and what would happen if he didn’t put more effort into your relationship. There were phases where you only saw him once a week and that was definitely not enough for you. And that’s what you told him.

But he did not like that at all.

He tried to argue with you, but you were having none of it, so he put on his jacket and left, murmuring something about a work emergency.

You haven’t seen him since.

But now is the perfect opportunity to show him what he would be missing if he left you. Today was the annual New Years Party of the tower and you knew Miguel would be attending. What he didn’t know: you would be too.

You put on you most scandalous dress that you knew would drive him insane, spent an ungodly amount of time on your makeup, and put your hair in a slightly mess updo, to emphasize your neck. You were ready for battle.

You arrived at the tower with your best friend Gwen who encouraged your little game. You entered the tower and had to stop for a second to admire the decorations. It looked so different to how it normally does, you wouldn’t have recognised it.

A waiter handed you and Gwen each a glass of champagne, which you gratefully accepted.

You were looking around and found immediately what you were searching for. Miguel O’Hara was 6’9 mountain of meat and muscle, currently dressed in a tight smoking. You could see his fangs slightly glistening even from a distance. His red eyes seem to be glowing in the dark setting and his hair was slicked back, even though a few strands were hanging into his eyes and onto his forehead. He looked absolutely delicious.

But you did too, and you were on a mission. You knew it wouldn’t take long for him to notice you; his enhanced senses would smell your perfume probably in the next few moments.

You and Gwen went onto the dancefloor with cheshire cat like grins on your faces. It was still early, only 10 o’clock, so there was still enough time until midnight, but you were in the mood to tease him already. You and Gwen started dancing and soon, you could feel Miguels eyes on you.

Miguel didn’t even know you were here. He thought maybe you were out with friends, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

There you were on the dancefloor, moving your hips and body in sync with the music. Gwen was next to you, her movements similar but to Miguel no one could compare to you.

He excused himself from the conversation he was supposed to be listening to right now, but now he had something more import on his hands. He went to sit at the bar, which had a perfect view of the dancefloor, and ordered himself a whiskey, which he downed in one go.

The burn of the liquor was just what he needed to cool down a bit. He didn’t have a lot of time to relax though, as he saw that two young and admittedly handsome men had started talking to you and Gwen. He decided to give it a moment, as he was sure you would send them away.

But oh boy, was he wrong.

After you talked for a bit, the four of you started to dance. Which was nothing to worry about, but Miguel noticed that one of the bastards was slowly coming a bit too close for his liking. He put one of his hands on your waist and whispered something in your ear, which made you throw back your head with laughter.

Miguel almost broke the glass in his hand when he saw how you started to flirt back and dance with the stranger.

He knew exactly what you were trying to do, and he hated how it was working.

You knew that this was going to drive him insane. You also knew how possessive he was and how easily he got jealous. He knew how you loved it when he showed others who you belonged to, so this was downright torture for him. There was nothing he’d rather do than whisk you away right now, but he knew he fucked up.

He never wanted to fight with you, but he was tired and overworked. He said some things that he was really not proud of, and it broke his heart that he hurt you. He planned on apologizing but wasn’t sure how to. Even though he talked about his emotions more often with you, it was still hard for him sometimes.

But he also realised that these 5 days without you were the five worst days of his life. He missed you, not knowing if you were well or what you were up to, made him realise just how much he loves you. Of course, he sometimes didn’t see you for multiple days, but you always kept each other up to date, you texted or called. But now there was radio silence.

He knew what you were doing with that sinful dress, those eyes that were exenterated by make up, your plump red lips and that hair that showed him your beautiful neck. He was desperate, but he knew he couldn’t cave just yet.

He decided he would get some fresh air and try to cool down. He knew that if he didn’t take a break now, he would do something he would regret. Ok, maybe he wouldn’t regret it, but you’d be even madder at him, and he couldn’t afford that right now.

The moment you were sure that Miguel left the room, you and Gwen excused yourselves from the two men and went to the bathroom.

“Do you think he’s jealous enough or should we torture him a bit more?”, Gwen asked you with a smile while reapplying her lipstick. She and the stranger definitely had some fun.

“I don’t know, I think he’s learned his lesson. We can back down a bit now.”, you answered her. You looked down at you phone that there was only about half an hour until midnight.

The two of you went into the main room again and started to talk a bit with a few colleagues of Gwen and Miguel, that you’ve met at parties before. It felt like the time was racing and soon it was almost midnight. You hoped you could talk it out with Miguel before then and kiss at midnight, but you were slowly losing hope.

Midnight was coming closer and closer, and you excused yourself from the conversation to find Miguel. Even if you didn’t talk it out now, you’d like to see him before the year ended.

It was now harder to find him, more people seemed to have joined the party. You were moving through the crowd, nearing the bar, hoping you would catch a glimpse of him from the higher point of view.

Once you’ve reached the bar you were looking around frantically for Miguel but still couldn’t see him. You could already hear the countdown in the background when you suddenly spotted him. He was sitting at the bar, and could sense you being near him, so he looked up to you.

Your bright eyes made contact with his red ones, and you rushed forwards.

You fell into his arms, and he caught you with ease. You leaned you face upwards and pressed your lips to his. And just when the countdown finished, and the fireworks started the two of you kissed.

The light of the fireworks illuminated the sky, and the bright colours also illuminated the two of you.

You couldn’t believe it; you finally got your midnight kiss and even though you knew you still had a lot to talk about you knew it was going to be all right.

“I’m so sorry, hermosa. I should have listened to you and not have abandoned you. Those five days where I didn’t know if you were all right, where you were or what you were doing were hell. Even Gwen didn’t wanna tell me how you were. I promise you that in this new year I will be better. If you’ll have me of course.”, Miguel confessed.

“Oh Miguel, of course I’ll forgive. I just wanted to be sure that we were both in it for the same.  I love you.”, you told him.

“I love you too!”

The two of you shared another kiss that was quickly getting heated. You could feel Miguels hands roaming your body and his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth.

You pulled away to get some air into your lungs and suggested: “How about we go somewhere a little more private, Miggy.”

You knew that nickname never failed to rile him up. He didn’t bother answering you and pulled you by the hand in the direction if the elevator. Once inside, he picked you and pressed you against the wall, while you wrapped your legs around his toned waist. You kissed again until you heard the quiet beep of the elevator that signalled your arrival. Miguel carried you to his office and opened the door without putting you down.

He carried you to his desk and sat you on top of it, before entangling your tongue into another kiss. You dress was slowly riding up and barely covering you anymore. Miguels hands travelled underneath it and you could feel him groan into your mouth when he noticed that you were not wearing any underwear. He pressed his clothed bulge against your now exposed cunt, which was getting wetter and wetter by the moment.

Miguel pushed your dress up, so it only covered you to your waist, your hips and pussy now completely exposed. While you were still kissing, you adjusted yourself so you could open his belt and trousers.

You reached into his underwear and pulled out his leaking cock. You pulled away to look at it while you started to stroke his cock. He put his head against your shoulder and started to kiss your exposed grin while groaning.

You sped up your movements and he put your hand in his to stop you from stroking.

“If you continue like this hermosa, this will be over way too soon.”, he rasped into your ear.

You just nodded and let him guide his cock to your entrance. That little kissing made you wetter than you wanted to admit, but you were glad that he could sink inside of you so easily.

When he started to push inside of you, you both let out a simultaneous moan. You both knew that you didn’t have a lot of time, so Miguel wasted no time and started to thrust into you like it was the last time he would ever get the chance to. You both moaned and groaned, relieved to be reunited.

Miguel started to suck hickeys into your neck, and you could feel his cool fangs against your heated skin. You were both embarrassingly close to your highs, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was the fact that the two of you were here, together.

You could feel Miguels cock twitching inside of you and when he started to hit that sweet spot inside of you, you couldn’t hold back anymore and came with a shout.

When Miguel felt you clamping around his cock, he couldn’t control himself anymore either, and came with a groan into your neck, painting your walls white.

You missed the weight of him inside of you and the way you could feel his cum inside of you and ultimately feel it dripping out of you.

The two of you basked in the warmth of the moment a bit more, before Miguel pulled out of you. You whined at the loss, but he was quick to soothe you with a dizzying kiss.

He helped you put your dress on again before he tucked himself inside his trousers again.

You made eye contact with each other and knew you had to get back to the party. Honestly though, you didn’t mind it, because you knew that from now on the two of you would never be in such misery again.

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[justsomeoneunordinary]

another 1st sentence prompt for me pls (if that's okay)!

"Touch my hair again and I'll kill you," Izuna says flatly.

Of course you can! I always accept multiple prompts by the same person as long as prompts are open. And as long as they don’t send an unreasonable amount lol. Thank you! ♥️

“Touch my hair again and I’ll kill you,” Izuna says flatly.

“But it’s so pretty,” Tobirama returns just as deadpan, pressing the paperwork Izuna left on Tobirama’s desk into his hands.

“Wha— did you fucking asshole seriously try to pull my hair to get my attention instead of oh, I don’t know, calling me by my name and waiting for me to turn around, because of some paperwork?!”

Tobirama doesn’t even bat an eye as he taunts, “It’s hardly my fault you’re so far down that it would take too long for my voice to reach your ears, shorty.”

Izuna can only open his mouth in outrage, looking like he’s ready to throw his entire inventory of curses at Tobirama’s head, before he’s interrupted by Hashirama’s loud voice at the end of the corridor with an “Oh, just kiss already!”, which earns him a deadly glare and an equally loud “No, absolutely not!” from Madara, who is standing next to him.

For a moment they all stare at Hashirama in complete silence, almost deafening due to the extreme contrast of a shouting match that was about to break out had Hashirama not intervened, and Tobirama has no sympathy for his anija at all, when Izuna is the first to break the silence and throws a kunai at Hashirama, missing him by a hair’s breadth, and the tips of his ears suddenly turn crimson—a detail that Tobirama’s keen eyes don’t miss.

He can’t help the tiny twitch of his lips then; it’s cute how, even after almost a year of their secret relationship, Izuna still blushes at the mere prospect of physical intimacy between them.

For this prompt meme

[dontnoticemelol]

Neteyam x Avatar reader

->Chapter 1

_______Chapter 2_______

You felt your ears warming as you struggled to formulate a response. Upon attempting to answer, all that came out was a weird sound instead of a simple yes.

You cleared your throat, "Um, yeah-- obviously." You took a deep breath. "I'm-- okay." You said and looked up at him, with a semi-convincing smile.

He smiled lightly and nodded, however you weren't sure on how convinced he was. Afterall he had a questioning look plastered on his face, and his eyes were roaming your face. Still, you were glad he didn't pester on.

The air around you seemed to grow thicker by the second. Soon an awkward silence fell, which was unusual for you and him. Usually, you could talk about absolutely anything, just continuously ramble on about nonsense.

"So... Why were you looking for me?" You asked, breaking the silence.

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Neteyam had offered to walk you to the lab, at first you thought of disagreeing because of how nervous you were, but, you had missed hanging out with him so you agreed.

As the two of you were walking to the lab, you managed to calm your nerves, finally able to enjoy your friend's company.

An enjoyable conversation had started, amounting in great laughter, and smiling from the both of you.

As you both walked, you failed to notice the occasional glances at you stolen by him. You were simply too transfixed on how beautiful the forest was at night time.

Once you neared the lab, you both slowed your pace, not wanting the conversation to end. You hadn't realized just how much you missed conversing with him until that moment. In the last few weeks, he had been making up excuses as to why he couldn't hang out with you.

At first you believed him, but after a while the reasons became less believable and more unreasonable.

Once you arrived, you turned to him. "Thanks for walking with me." You smiled warmly.

"I had forgotten how much I enjoyed your company. Infact I almost thought you were avoiding me." You said, chuckling at the last part.

A twinge of barely noticeable hurt passed swiftly on his face, but you saw it in time.

You immediately regretted the slight tease that was meant to be a joke. His body tensed up a bit, as he gave an apologetic look.

He scratched the back of his neck, "I've just been busy." He said shrugging and looked to the side.

You fidgetted with your fingers as the nervousness slowly returned, coursing through your veins. He looked back in your direction and out of nowhere, he came closer to embrace you.

The hug you shared felt warm, soft and comfortable, his arms around your torso and yours around his own. Unfortunately, it ended all too soon, as you felt his grip loosening. Though, you were still quite happy just from this brief embrace.

"Thank you, again." You smiled up at him. "Goodnight." You added, softly.

He seemed to have eased up from the hug, as he was now smiling back at you, teeth slightly showing. He glanced down briefly, but his attention returning on you soon after, "Goodnight, Y/n."

He turned around and began walking home.

Meanwhile, you entered the lab-- but not without sneaking one last look at his retreating figure that soon turned into, yet again, a blue blur.

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->Chapter 3

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dark Passenger - Chapter Nine.

So, with the pitiful amount of interaction this is receiving (bar my beautiful girls who always leave such lovely feedback) my hand has been forced. If you want the next chapter, you are now in charge of making it happen via an unlocking system. This chapter must reach a minimum of 35 notes for the next to be posted, or it doesn’t happen. I work hard at my writing, and I deserve a little more in the way of feedback. I don’t think that’s unreasonable to ask of the people reading this. You can drive up the note count with likes, comments and reblogs very easily. It’s all in your hands now!

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Words - 3,261

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

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“I swear, not one little bit of cellulite, not one flaw. Damn her. I’d hate her if she wasn’t so fucking lovely!” Amelia announced with a soft snort, she and Bella sitting at the table while Camille put their lunch order in at the counter of the restaurant they were at.  

“I know! She makes me feel bad about my thoroughbred knees.”  

Amelia rolled her eyes. “You have such a complex about your knees, girl! They are not knobbly, or like a horse’s knees!”

“Oh, but they are! I mean, those legs, babe. EZ almost makes me jealous that he gets them wrapped around him on the regular, and I’m not even close to being bisexual.” Looking at Camille’s legs again in the tiny pair of denim shorts she wore, Bella shook her head. Some women had all the luck by nature.  

“I’d totally turn bi for her, you know.” Sipping her soda, Amelia then snorted softly with laughter. “I told Gilly that the other night and I swear, it lit his fire so damned much, I still feel dick drunk!”  

A poorly timed sip of her own drink led to Bella spraying a mouthful of tea everywhere, leaning into Amelia as they both cracked up hard, the latter using a napkin to clear up the mess from the table.  

“Men are such simple creatures like that! I mean, remember when Nala and I kissed for a bet? The absolute pounding Angel dragged me away for afterwards, fuck!”  

Amelia nodded, still laughing before she composed herself with a sad sigh. “I miss having her around, you know, now she isn’t coming to the clubhouse.”

Nala had of course taken her boyfriend’s death very, very hard, and found it impossible to be around the place she had so many happy memories of him in. She still remained close with the girls, meeting with Bella and Amelia whenever she could, even visiting the former out on tour when Heavenly Creature had gigged around Europe in support of a very well-established band, but being an immediate part of it all was just too tough for her still, even a year and a half after Coco had died.  

“I know, yeah,” Bella lamented, sipping her tea, her throat sore from a morning of rehearsing new material her band were compiling for their second album. “But at least she’s doing well now and finding some happiness again.” She then contemplated her next statement before deciding to voice it. “Besides, we have a brand-new old lady to keep our eye on. I think she needs our support, navigating her way through it all, her place in our world. Or more specifically, her place at EZ’s side.”

Amelia widened her eyes a touch. “I mentioned it to Gilly the other day, that I wanted to further take her under my wing, try and be there for her. He told me not to get involved. It’s tough to be like that, though, because she’s becoming our friend. We met her a month ago now, and over the course of that month, her relationship with EZ has been so up and down, while us as a three are growing so tight. They’re fighting one minute, only to be back in love and wonderful the next, and it’s so hard, watching her going through that.”

Straightening her cutlery, Bella puffed her cheeks out on a long breath. “I get what he’s saying, and I know Angel would tell me the exact same thing, to stay out of other people’s relationships, but they don’t get it, how us girls are there for one another like that, that we’re the ones we tell everything to. I think there’s things she wants to tell us, too, but for whatever reason, probably because we’re such new friends, she feels like she can’t. Or she’s in denial. You see that, in relationships like theirs. And now I feel like I’m judging, argh!”

“You’re not,” Amelia was quick to reassure. “It all ties in with the fact that EZ hasn’t been himself for a long time, doesn’t it?” She then thought on her comment, her mouth twisting up at the corner a little. “Well, I suppose that’s not fair. We see flashes of the old him, but they’re getting fewer and further between.” A little huff left mouth as she chewed her lip. “I miss him, who he was.”

All talk was hushed over then, Camille returning to the table with a bright smile. “What are we talking about?”

“Your bloody legs!” It was half-true, at least. They had been talking about them at one point. “You give me knee envy.”

Camille raised an eyebrow. “Is that even a thing?”

“It is for Bella, Bella and her thoroughbred knees, as she calls them,” Amelia joked. “Thinks she’s like something that came off the track at the Kentucky Derby.”  

“Oh, come on!” Camille exclaimed. “Bella, you have a beautiful body, so gorgeous and slim!”

“I’m skinny, and I have no boobies either!”

“Yeah, but the way Angel looks at you. I can tell he thinks you’re perfect. If you’re bothered by the fact you have smaller breasts, just do what I did and buy yourself some bigger ones,” she reasoned, looking down at her own E cups, which had been B cups prior to her surgery.

“He does, you’re right. He even said if it got to me, he’d buy me some titties, as he worded it. I’m a little scared of the surgery, though, and everything that can do wrong,” she spoke, doubt riddling her voice.  

Camille grabbed hers, giving them a little shake. “I can honestly say, I’ve never had an issue with mine. I got silicone as opposed to the other options, operation was done in a couple of hours, I went home later that day and stayed with my parents, because you do need someone to look after you, help you wash and dress, and then six weeks later I was all healed up!”

“Are they heavy? Also, what do they feel like, because I mean, they look amazing!” Bella then questioned, Camille leaning forward a little.

“Here, give them a squish and feel for yourself.” Bella reached out and gave them a gentle squeeze, her eyebrows rising in surprise. “As for them being heavy, they took some getting used to, but no, I wouldn’t say they were a burden or anything.”

“Oh my god, they feel so real!” she exclaimed, turning to Amelia. “Get in on this!” 

Amelia reached over, softly squeezing, both of them making little noises of approval before Camille looked up and snorted with laughter. “Excuse me, sir? We’ll have to charge you by the minute if you’re going to keep on staring. This isn’t a free show!”  

Her joke had her new friends cracking up completely, the man who had been copping himself an eyeful of the sight turning away with reddened cheeks. It certainly made for an entertaining moment when they arrived back at the clubhouse an hour later, finding their guys communed outside under the hot sun.

“So, what have you girls been up to?” Angel asked after they’d gotten out of Amelia’s car.  

“Eating salad and playing with Camille’s boobies!” his wife enthused, Angel’s eyebrows raising. “Squishy, squishy!” she then exclaimed in a playful voice, standing behind the lady herself and giving them another squeeze and a shake. Immediately, she found herself thrown over his shoulder, his grin huge.  

“Don’t nobody come to the bathroom for a while,” he stated, smacking Bella’s ass and carrying her off in the direction of the clubhouse.  

“How long are we talking, ten minutes?” Amelia called in joke, not able to resist razzing him.  

He snorted, turning back. “Get outta here with your bullshit, Garcie!” Pausing, he made a thoughtful face. “Twelve should do it.”  

“Eleven!” EZ called, moving to hug his girl, Camille pleased that he seemed to be in a good mood.  

“Fuck you, bro.” With that, Angel vanished inside, Amelia exchanging some kisses with Gilly before she had to leave and get back to work, Camille and EZ moving to the couches to sit down. He swung his feet up, stretching out, his head in her lap, grasping her hand and resting it to his hair.  

“Oh, he wants to be petted?”

He nodded, closing his eyes. “He does, yeah. All of the scritches, please.” Feeling her nails begin to tickle his scalp, he smiled, the tension in his body from a stressful morning running between there and the border through the tunnels for clandestine meetings melting away. “I’m so pleased you’re not working tonight. I missed my baby.”  

She felt her insides glow with happiness, leaning down to kiss him. Happy EZ, sweet EZ, he was the one she loved the most, and the one who she had been seeing him make more of an effort to be. He’d been vulnerable with her in the wake of confessing his love, telling her that he thought the duality he felt within him was some kind of unconscious compartmentalising, borne of stress at sitting at the helm of the MC.  

In her eyes, he was making a very conscious effort to overcome that, but it didn’t mean the other side of him had merely ceased to exist. He had good and bad days, heck, sometimes good and bad hours, but that afternoon, at least, everything was calm. Well...  

Opening his eyes, he looked up at her, the sunlight making them glow more golden, Camille leaning to kiss him again as her hand skimmed beneath his t shirt.  

“I’d be very careful, if I were you, encroaching on the happy trail like that,” he murmured. “Because it’ll make me happy.” A suggestive double eyebrow raise had her in soft fits, kissing his forehead.  

“How’d you like for me to take you upstairs and make you even happier?” He was on his feet in two seconds. A few more after that, and he was naked, standing at the foot of his bed, Camille seated before him, his cock gliding in and out of her mouth.  

“How the hell is it that you’re getting even better at giving head?” he questioned, pulling a comic face of disbelief that had her snorting softly. “Like, where’s the other end popping out? For real!”

“Don’t make me laugh when I have a mouthful of your dick, baby,” she snickered, licking a circle at the head of it, making him shudder with a soft sigh. “I guess I’m just getting used to the fact I have to virtually unhook my jaw to get this third leg all the way back in my throat.”  

She had him laughing then, his eyes tightly closing when she took him back once more, sucking along his shaft as her lips took him inch by inch, EZ tangling his fingers in the mass of her soft, wavy hair. The heat of her mouth chased an icy chill through his veins, freezing then warming, his cock pulsing as he felt those familiar tingles of utter paradise pulsing through him.  

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby,” he gritted, Camille speeding up a little, looking up at him, her blue eyes lust blown, framed by long lashes, her beauty making his heart somersault as the surge of his orgasm hit him hard, hot trails of cum flooding her throat.  

After he’d ceased shaking like a leaf, Camille quenching her thirst with a few gulps from the bottle of iced tea she’d bought earlier, he moved to kiss her, yanking her shorts and undies, off, her top and bra soon to follow. “Only fair I return the favour,” he spoke between kisses, watching her grin as she giggled, his fingers pushing between her legs to stroke at the wetness already gathering there. “Yeah, you want that, huh? Want my tongue right up in this little honey hole, querida?”

“Mmmm, yes please, big guy.” Pushing her until she was flat, he lay before her spread legs, lowering his mouth to her and giving her exactly what she wanted. “Oh god, that feels so good.”  

Opening his eyes as he pushed his tongue inside her, he winked, tasting the gloss of arousal that sucking on his cock had left her with, laying long, slow licks over her slit, catching her clit sweepingly before pulling the hood back with his thumb, delighting those thousands of nerve endings with the incessant caress of wet, rolling heat.  

She lay back, her body somewhere between blissfully relaxed and winding with tension, EZ using more pressure, driving the glimmers from her, his breath hot against her balmy folds, hands clutching at her thighs as he began to suck upon her hungrily. He released her with a slippery pop, his tongue running slowly up her body, two fingers pushing into her as he rained kisses all over her breasts, his mouth closing over her nipples in turn, sucking, teeth gently nipping before his mouth covered hers.  

Their kisses burned like honey laced napalm, slow, hot and sweet, his fingers hooking within her, dragging against her soaking walls until glimmers began to flood her, Camille panting against him, overcome, arousal twisting through her core. Pulling away from her hungry lips, he stared down at her, seeing the same need burning blue in her eyes, resting his forehead to hers, knowing what she craved. Just the act of burying his mouth between her legs had gotten him hard enough to do exactly the same with his cock, sliding into her fully, kissing the cry that fell from her lips, his arms tightening around her.  

“I love you so much. Never, ever forget that, baby,” he told her, stroking her face, losing himself to her. Control? Darkness? Manipulation? Gone. For that moment, he was him again. However...  

“You can’t do this!” he fumed at her, three hours later after Martin had called her, desperate for her to cover two girls who had both tested positive for covid, and thus couldn’t come into the club for their scheduled shifts. “You’re meant to be spending time with me!”

Camille closed her eyes, sighing softly. She knew if she reacted to it with anything even bordering on the same level of ire, he’d just get worse. “EZ, please. Calm down.”

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! What, what? I’m supposed to just be cool with the fact that you’d rather go grind into some other dude’s crotch tonight?” he yelled, his rage pulsing.  

She was incensed at such a stance, how worked up he was getting over something that wasn’t out of the ordinary. It was her job; one he had no issues with. Except for now. “Oh, so it’s not that I’m leaving you, but what I’m leaving you to do, that’s what’s bothering you?” Taking a breath, she checked herself. “Baby, that’s exactly how you met me, isn’t it? It isn’t like what happened between you and me is something I regularly make a habit out of, is it? I’m with you, you’re my guy, and my work is my work.”

He snorted, eyeing her dangerously. “I don’t fucking know that, do I? You could be taking any number of them out back and fucking them.”  

She stood up, striding across the apartment, pulling her shoes back on. “I can’t believe you’ve just said that, accused me of something like that. For god’s sake, what’s wrong with you? You know that isn’t me!”  

“What’s wrong with me? I’m not the one running off here!”  

“EZ, for the love of Jesus!” she yelled, unable to quell letting her emotions get the better of her. “I’m doing a favour for my boss, a guy who has been good to me in the past, understanding me wanting short notice time off, even waiving my fees if I’ve been a little short on cash. I’m not going to leave him in the lurch.”  

EZ snorted, shaking his head. “And how many times did you suck his dick to make him be that nice to you?”

Oh. Now he’d done it. “None, which is in stark contrast to the fact I suck yours plenty, and yet you’re still an asshole.” Picking up her bag, she walked over to where Sally was looking at her with big, sad eyes, kissing her head and stroking her ears, the dog fluttering her tail happily before she headed for the stairs.

“I didn’t fucking say you could leave, Camille,” he barked, following her. “Camille! Fucking get your ass back here, now!” he then roared, making her jump as she exited the stairs and walked as fast as her feet could carry her, EZ gaining on her, his hand closing around her arm.  

“Get off me!” she shouted, pulling against him.  

“No! You’re not fucking going anywhere. Do you hear me?”  

“Let me the hell go, EZ!” she yelled, Bishop and Gilly both sitting up to take notice, looking between one another, setting themselves on high alert.  

“I said you’re not leaving, Camille! I’m not letting you leave here to go and hoe it up at that place, no!”  

Her reaction was immediate, her upset flowing out from the skippy beats of her heart, running down her arm and landing in the hand that slapped him sharply around the face. Immediately, he let her go, but the way his eyes darkened, a knot of fear grew in her belly, before suddenly and without warning, his fist met her cheek.  

Everything clouded after that, Camille aware of her body falling back and hitting the floor, her consciousness hazy, blackness engulfing her. When she came to, it was Gilly’s face she saw, his arm beneath her neck, lifting her up off the hard floorboards. She could just about focus enough to see Bishop laying into her boyfriend behind him, both men in a fist fight as she was lifted into strong arms, carried out of the clubhouse, clinging onto him as she trembled with fear.  

“Shit, are you okay?” he asked softly, seating her on the couch outside, crouching to look at her as he gently held her hand, touching his thumb to her stinging cheek. “I can’t fucking believe he did that, slugging a woman. God damn him. He’s getting worse. No, not worse. Worst, to do this to you, Jesus.”  

Immediately, she began to cry, falling forward into the safety of his arms and sobbing on his shoulder. “What the hell is wrong with him, Gilly?” she cried, her little sobs making the big man feel awful for her. There she was, so sweet and kind, so in love with EZ, and yet he treated her like this. “I don’t understand why he’s so good one minute, only to turn so dark the next!”

“Shhhh, baby,” he soothed her, the door opening to reveal Nestor, who carried with him a towel full of ice, and a bottle of Sailor Jerry. Gilly mouthed his thanks, jerking his head in the direction of the table, Nestor placing them down and squeezing his shoulder before heading back inside. “I don’t have a clue, none of us do. We thought it was the pressure of taking the gavel, all the shit he’s had to deal with, but it’s something else. It has to be. All this? It ain’t normal, and I’d say it ain’t him, but shit, seeing him punch you out. I dunno, Camille. I don’t know who EZ is anymore.”  

This? It was a new level of darkness revealed in El Rey Oscuro. And nobody had seen it coming.  

[ouatsnark]

Not related to CS, but I feel like a large amount of Regina stans and even those of Emma's (including Swan Queen Shippers, who I've seen multiple edits of their's where Swanqueen treat their kid, Henry, like shit) tend to forget Henry's still a kid throughout most of the seasons.

Can he be annoying? Absolutely. All kids are at one point or another.

Can he be ungrateful towards his relatives (I've seen this argument multiple times even not involving Regina)? Probably, but as a wise man once said kids aren't supposed to be grateful. They learn to be as they grow.

But I don't really think he deserves the treatment some of these writers/editors/fans give him. That some of these writers/editors/fans write his moms/other relatives giving him.

Like, I could understand trying to give Henry some discipline or something (because he puts himself in a lot of danger by not listening sometimes) but most of the time, they take it way too far.

Henry's a kid. Kids aren't perfect. People aren't perfect.

He has emotions and he reacts to them like most people would.

I don't get how people can claim to be fans of his moms and that his moms are good people but then have them abuse their kid they supposedly love just because he has real emotions that Regina or Emma don't always like.

They never try to see things from Henry's pov.

They don't acknowledge that Regina wasn't a good mother in season 1 or 2, and will make her seem like a saint or have her act childish by not making the punishment fit the crime in their fics.

They don't acknowledge that being given up for adoption, even if for a good reason, can make a kid feel abandoned (talking from experience. I am NOT bashing Emma)/want to know more about their bio family even if they love their adoptive family.

They act like he's unreasonable for getting mad at Emma when he found out she lied (he NEVER even got the context to why she lied. Of course he was mad).

Most of his behavior can be explained by the situations he's in or his upbringing.

Hell, I've even seen people bash him for his actions in season 7 regarding Lucy. Calling him a hypocrite and a bad father as if he HAD his memories the entire time and wasn't a full grown adult by then.

He was cursed! He didn't even remember Regina/Roni was his adopted mother let alone that his daughter and wife were alive.

I get not liking Henry.

No one has to like a character.

But to stretch the truth/outright ignore reasons behind it and to write characters abusing their child/grandkid and expect people to think it's funny is odd....

Like, I've never seen a Neal fan do this (I am not a fan of him at all, I just noticed I've never seen a fan of his write him treating Henry like crap. Just people who don't like him in things that they acknowledge are oc). But I've seen so many fans of other characters do this.

I apologize for the mini rant this has been bothering me for a while. I think it's a symptom of getting older and realizing things you missed as a kid.

It REALLY makes me angry when Regina stans call Henry a brat for acting out against her abuse in Season 1 - 2. They truly believe that their queen is a bloody saint.

"They act like he's unreasonable for getting mad at Emma when he found out she lied (he NEVER even got the context to why she lied. Of course he was mad)."

This one is tricky. Like in real time I understood it and Henry's anger made sense. But then as the series progresses you start to realize something.... Henry's anger was only ever directed at Emma and I think later on, me and others, started hating on the writing here because Neal's part in this was never acknowledged. Emma took all the heat. And Neal just got to skate by as if he did nothing wrong.

And, ok, I can forgive that. Henry just met the guy. He wanted to get to know his father. But...

Then the writers had Henry bending over backwards to console Regina in S4 when Regina is having, what she believes to be, an affair with a dying woman's husband (intent matters). Jump to Season 6 and Henry could care less that Emma is hurting after Killian's been forced into a portal.

I know SQers and Anti-Hookers love this because they use it as a way to prove Henry doesn't care about Hook. You can chalk this up to teenager hormones while pointing back to his concern in S5 for Hook and Emma as to how he truly feels... but it is frustrating.

Because at this point it seems like the writers used Henry to prop up Regina but when it came to Emma she always had to be the true parent. Which is how it should've been! They got the writing right when it came to Emma and Henry. Henry had to coddle Regina but when it comes to Emma it's like "oh well it's just the bio mom whose life was destroyed by Regina but Regina's feelings always matter more." And that makes people go "hmmmmm maybe this character is just a brat."

My point here is that I get why people hate the character. It isn't fair and I wish the writers would've done a better job with the character. But they didn't.

I think I may have went on a different rant because I don't read fanfic. Also. Fanfic is a way to borrow someone else's world and characters and write them in a completely different way. It seems that is what most of these fanfic creators do. It's why I don't read it.

[raayllum]

which season of tdp is your favourite?

Ooh that's hard because every season is so distinct and fun for its own reasons, but

Season Three: 11/10

Probably my fave season just because I always tend to love conclusions the most and given that this is the conclusion of the first arc, that completely tracks. Has my favourite Ezran arc (specifically 3x02), Soren arc, and arc for Rayla, as well as my fave flashback episode (3x06) that I also think is included a very natural place in the story. I love the Final Battle and big epic fantasy battles in general. The boys reuniting an episode before Claudia and Soren are split apart is a perfect display of beautiful symmetry. I love my trash son Prince Kasef. Lux Aurea is probs my fave location in the series, going back and finally seeing more of Rayla's village / of her family. 3x08 is also the first time her self sacrificial tendencies are portrayed as remotely negative which I'd been waiting for since S2, as well as the "Callum chasing after Rayla" pattern from S1, so it was extremely satisfying watching both of those come to fruition. Rayllum is a big highlight of the season ofc in all their dorky sweet awkwardness and emotional support.

Season Two: 10/10

I love the precarious uncertainty of everyone trying to figure out what side they're on, the secrets coming to light, who to trust, the sheer gut-punch the last three episodes are in particular. Has my fave Soren&Claudia dynamic, I adore the Rayllum, and I have a special spot in my heart for 2x02-2x03. A little lower than S3 for reasons stated above / the Viren&Aaravos plot line isn't as interesting to me on rewatches and although the flashback episodes make me cry, they do kinda slow down the pace of the season right in the middle. 2x01 was for a time my least fave (but still good of course) ep of the show (it still might be or swapped in for another S1 ep) but I've grown to really love it too, even if it's much slower. The scenery in it is just so beautiful. Also more Corvus my beloved

Season Four: 8.75/10

Strongest season thematically, I will die on that hill. Also my favourite arcs for Viren, favourite season for Ezran, and Ezran's bond with Zym. I also think next to season three this might have the best blend of (if not the most) hardcore worldbuilding amid plot. Might also have my favourite Callum arc in a way, although that's probably a close tie to S2; I do love how much this one is oriented around emotions and isolation though, as opposed to the slightly more straight forward grief - magic duality in S2. Season four also probably has the best intentional comedy for me since S1 which is very nice. Janai's best season and she's always been my fave side character next to Ellis. Also the angst and how lowkey emotionally exhausting this season is, love Rayllum with my whole heart, Claudia and Soren's whole conversation? Slaps. Also Terry my beloved, I adore him as an addition to the cast and I cannot wait to see even more of him going forward.

Season One: 8/10

Funniest season imo (Claudia and Soren's 'walnut' joke notwithstanding) and the season I 100% have the most nostalgia over for both story and in real life reasons, which is why it's truly impressive that S4 is over it because I adore S1 like an unreasonable amount. Has my favourite premiere episode so far (with 4x01 as my second) and early trio / Rayllum interactions (1x02-1x06) are absolutely peak and I always love discussing and thinking about them. Also my second fave season for Rayla and possibly first for Ezran&Callum's brother dynamic as well although I'd have to think about it more. I miss King Harrow every damn day. The scene where Zym takes Rayla's binding off makes me cry every time

[supernovaa-remnant]

Thanks for tagging me @atrenchcoatofteaandspite :3 I'm like 99% sure this is a getting to know someone type tag game 1. Are you named after someone?

Kinda? But not really. A long time ago my dad met someone with my name and the name really stuck with him for years, I guess. But I wasn't really named after that person it just inspired him to do research into my name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Recently probably lmao. I tear up a lot, but uhh full on sobbing was probably a couple weeks ago.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope! Maybe one day, but that would be in the far future. I like kids though.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

Literally none. I was never really into sports as a kid lol. Even now I'm not really into it.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

No I would never (yes occasionally)

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

bold of you to assume I can remember the first thing I notice about people... idk I feel like it depends on the person and the context of our meeting 😭

7. What's your eye color?

Brown <3 like really dark brown someone once told me I had black eyes which. isn't a thing. but I liked their enthusiasm.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Is it just me or is this an odd question? I feel like they're not really comparable unlike, idk, sad vs happy ending. Umm but I'll say happy endings. Horror is incredibly hit or miss with me, but I tend to like happy endings (though you may not guess it from my recent fanworks lmao.. sorry <3)

9. Any talents?

I have forgotten every single thing I have ever done.. gimme a moment lmao

I genuinely can't think of anything I probably have something but tbh I don't even know what counts as a talent lol

10. What are your hobbies?

writing is the biggest one. reading, playing d&d, stargazing (the city is my biggest enemy.. give me the stars back </3), playing guitar, listening to music, occasional video gaming, does daydreaming count? because I spend an unreasonable amount of time daydreaming..

11. Do you have any pets?

:(

I miss my dog.. sorry can I change my crying answer lmao

I used to have a yellow lab named Sagan (named after Carl Sagan) and he was the sweetest boy ever and he got so unreasonably happy anytime we'd get him a new dog bed like jumping up and down tail wagging and it was my favorite thing I used to beg my parents to buy him a new dog bed just so I could see his reaction cause I loved it so much and he was always so gentle and I miss him a lot </3

12. How tall are you?

5'3"/160 cm

13. Favorite Subject in school?

astronomy <33 my absolute beloved there's no class I love more than learning about SPACE!! creative writing classes can also be pretty good though.

14. Dream Job?

None. I want to live life without the constant fear of breaking under capitalistic pressure, free to pursuit hobbies and crafts and interests without the threat of losing shelter and food and other basic needs.

Idk probably like a writer or smth. Maybe smth with space. I'm still contemplating.

tags (no pressure ofc <3): @coyotecrash @rivalsposting @pixelgreen @sioster @cdreambur @obsecure-pluto @broke-on-books + open tag bc I always feel bad abt tagging some people and not others 😭

[neowitcher]

QUEER ROMANCE TO SPICE UP YOUR VALENTINE’S | RECOMMENDATIONS

In the mood to spend your Valentine’s curled up with a good romance book? Here are some recommendations with non-binary, asexual and sapphic leads.

1. Love & Other Disasters by Anita Kelly | 2022 | 368 p. | f/nb | 🌶️🌶️

The first openly nonbinary contestant on America’s favorite cooking show falls for their clumsy competitor in this delicious romantic comedy debut “that is both fantastically fun and crack your heart wide open vulnerable. (Rosie Danan, Storygraph)

Starting off with one of my favourite romance reads of last year, Love & Other Disasters is a delicious romance in multiple ways. It focuses on the main characters’ struggles and dreams, and you’re bound to be rooting for them the entire way. The f/nb romance is both heartwarming and sexy, and with its competitive setting, it surely is impossible to put down!

2. The Romantic Agenda by Claire Kann | 2022 | 336 p. | ace f/m | 🌶️

Thirty, flirty, and asexual Joy is secretly in love with her best friend Malcolm, but she’s never been brave enough to say so. When he unexpectedly announces that he’s met the love of his life—and no, it’s not Joy—she’s heartbroken. Malcolm invites her on a weekend getaway, and Joy decides it’s her last chance to show him exactly what he’s overlooking. But maybe Joy is the one missing something…or someone…and his name is Fox. (Storygraph)

My second favourite romance of last year won’t reel you in with spicy scenes, but does a rather incredible job portraying intimacy between two gorgeous love interests. Asexual representation is still lacking in romance novels but Claire Kann proves that there absolutely should be more of. The fake dating trope used is the cherry on top for this wonderful romance that I won’t stop recommending. Perfect summery read to start counting down to warmer days. (Full review can be found here.)

3. Mistakes Were Made by Meryl Wilsner | 2022 | 404 p. | f/f | 🌶️🌶️🌶️

A sharp and sexy rom-com about a college senior who accidentally hooks up with her best friend’s mom. What should have been a one-time fling quickly proves impossible to ignore, and soon Cassie and Erin are sneaking around. Worst of all, they start to realize they have something real. But is being honest about the love between them worth the cost? (Storygraph)

Mistakes Were Made is the total package if you want it all this Valentine’s: amazing humor, exciting romance, and an abundance of steamy scenes. Probably the most binge-worthy book on this list, I highly doubt you would need anything more to fall in love. Despite the slightly scandalous romance, the conflict never takes away from the enjoyment. For any MILF lover: this book is made for you!

4. For Her Consideration by Amy Spalding | 2023 | 320 p. | f/f | 🌶️

When an aspiring L.A. scriptwriter falls head-over-heels for a bossy and beautiful movie star after a devastating break-up, the two take a risk on love and cast themselves as the leading ladies of their own star-struck romance in this sweet and spirited love story from critically-acclaimed writer Amy Spalding in her adult debut. (Netgalley, Storygraph)

If you’d prefer to buy yourself a new book instead of reading something, then this is for you! Releasing 21 February, For Her Consideration is a relatable and swoonworthy sapphic romance fully coated in Hollywood dreams and sapphic film culture. It has great plus-size representation and fun side characters, making the book really awesome, both with and without the romance. (Full review can be found here.)

5. Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree | 2022 | 318 p. | f/f

Worn out after decades of packing steel and raising hell, Viv the orc barbarian cashes out of the warrior’s life with one final score. A forgotten legend, a fabled artifact, and an unreasonable amount of hope lead her to the streets of Thune, where she plans to open the first coffee shop the city has ever seen. A hot cup of fantasy slice-of-life with a dollop of romantic froth. (Storygraph)

Last but not least, the perfect cosy recommendation for anyone who loves a cute romance without it being the entire genre. The sapphic romance in this is very slow burn and while they’re slowly falling in love, you’re bound to fall head over heels with the book in its entirety. Nothing better than a book that feels like a hot cup of coffee to cuddle up in bed with.

[orionpolanosnox]

Working with people is all the same

My sister works in retail and I'm a groom since 2016.

The overlap between retail customers and horse owners is insane. But I shouldn't be surprised since the horse owners are customers too. They pay for a clean stall, for their horse being fed and brought to the paddock or pasture (depending on the season) and back.

My sister and I both deal with unreasonable people who won't listen to us no matter how often we repeat something, we both have to pick up after them even though it's not our job and we both have to listen to their complaints and nod and smile while they go off on us over nothing.

Don't get me wrong. It's fine to complain about something. Anything really.

Something went wrong? Tell us.

You're not happy with something? Tell us.

You're unsure? Tell us anyway.

That's what we are here for after all. Providing your horse and you a home you're both comfortable in.

Good stables care for and about your horse first and foremost. As long as you are not mistreating your horse and pissing off the others, you're good.

But if you're a piece of work who's constantly angry about nothing and inflate every single thing, we won't like you and we will talk and laugh about you.

Here's an example that's total fiction and absolutely not a person I have to deal with almost every day.

Don't: 1) complain every week that there's straw in the horse bedding in your stall and remind us that "you can't put straw in my horse's stall because it makes him sick." We are talking single straws here. We're very conscious about this kinda thing. Rarely happens while sweeping.

2) ask us to leave your horse in his stall at 7:30am because you'll be there soon but he doesn't end up outside at all for the day because you're too lazy to fetch him in the afternoon and then won't do anything with him to compensate for the time he wasn't really able to move.

3) miss 7:30am and tell us at 8:30am to leave him in his stall and then complain about it as if it's our fault that he's already outside.

4) bitch about the state of the stall even though you don't pay us to clean it. You have too much work with it because we feed "too much" silage (the amount you instruct and pay us to feed) while you put up two whole haynets filled to the brim every day and then don't understand why his stall is such a mess.

Avoid these simple steps to make sure that the grooms won't talk shit about you.

Of course we show every horse the respect they deserve and everyone who treats an animal badly because they don't like their owner deserves a special place in hell.

The woman in my example owns a very well mannered and beautiful PRE gelding. I just wished she would respect him as much as he respects her.

P.S. We grooms know how you treat your horse. We spent more time with them than you. If you're a pos to your horse, we know and it'll spread fast.

[rpvlix]

👪 for Kymatix!

send 👪 for my muse to talk about a family member

//Oh yeah. Ranting time. I don't know how many she's gonna have me write about so we will see...

"Nothing our father demanded of us was unreasonable. The power that comes with godhood must be wielded responsibly. The same amount of control is expected of a prince. Especially if he would like to ascend. Ekentros was close. Never applied himself. He spends more of his energy thinking up ways to get in my way than he does working on anything useful. It is pathetic. As acting king, he has plenty more to worry about."

"And he is so stubborn. He did not listen to father, either. And now he does not listen to me. I may be second in command, but I am still more than capable of acting as an advisor in most circumstances. And yet Ekentros repeatedly ignores me. I've brought several leads to him by now. He acts on none of them. When I mention this he argues. Drugs me and pushes me off of the edge of Idemer. Chains me to a tree. He is a child."

"Fouskotos... What a joke. 'The gift of strength'. I never saw any. He was always soft. The potential was there, that I can not deny. But to throw it all away, as a juvenile, for some time with the mortals... It was no surprise to those of us that pay attention. That incident was far from the beginning. Father did not like for me to peer into my siblings' minds. Someone had to."

"I do not even need to say more than Astathis' name. All that know him will understand. Another squandered gift. Wasted on one of the most insufferable, entitled failures the universe ever spat out. I would be ashamed to share blood with either of them, Astathis or Fouskotos. But I share blood with them both. A point beyond shame... I do not consider either one a brother. Not anymore."

"As for the youngest... There is not much to say. They are children. Solinas shows some potential, but it is too early to know much. It is critical that we return to our home verse soon. There are vital experiences they are all missing out on. Braso has done absolutely nothing for years. The amount of responsibility placed on his shoulders is truly humbling. It is an honor. It should be treated as such. He seems to think it is a party. Perhaps in time he will gain some perspective. But it is doubtful. Especially if we remain here for much longer and he grows accustomed to this slacking. And Andras. I could almost forget her. If it weren't for my gift, I certainly would have. She needs to return home most of us all. The connection to our verse has been severed. We can all feel it. If a talent is ever going to manifest for her, it will not happen here."

[fraener]

1/17/23

health has taken a bit of a decline. lactating again and feeling dizzy and freezing cold when im awake, waking in claps of anxiety and feeling too hot at night. missing the morning session of school today because i barely slept. im remembering back to when i was missing school a lot when i was younger, i think i felt very similar but had forgotten that. it makes me wonder how long this hormone imbalance has been going on for. all of my muscles are tense and my head hurts and i feel wiry. hans stayed over but i nearly kicked him out in the night, then we just slept very far apart from each other (or rather he slept while i laid there in a weird daze). i feel incredibly weak. its feeling incredibly nostalgic. i wish someone had checked on my health properly back then. im feeling sort of muffled somehow, like all of my thoughts and feelings are very far away or shrouded or something, hard to hold onto words. i think im going to go back to sleep again for a while. the hardest part is im feeling very stressed by this class which i think in turn is making the cortisol/estrogen cycle accelerate. an absolutely unreasonable amount of homework but i have to keep doing as much as i can until some of the other students start setting the bar lower. what a terrible way to start though. my mouth is craving brown sugar tapioca. i think i like the choice to stay home for a while today. i remember i did much better emotionally and health wise when i skipped school when i was younger to just go be in the woods by myself. im just staying home to take a nap now but im wondering if ill really make it through this quarter with full credit. im very close to the end of my degree, only a year out, but im starting to feel the tiredness and trapped feeling and disinterest creep in like it always does, especially now as ive been deconstructing so many of the rule keeping/behavior checking parts of myself. im feeling like i want to squirm out of everything im in right now and run away. my professor was very understanding about me missing the morning, he said not to push myself. people have so rarely asked me not to push myself. i think ill stop here for now and get some rest, maybe snack on something. will have bok choy for lunch maybe with ramen or chana masala to try and get some of this crap out of my system. i think as much as i love lavender i should probably stop drinking it for a while, it might be encouraging my estorgen. want to look into that.

[letstevengrantsleep]

Sex - Corroded Coffin

Eddie Munson x f!bestfriend!reader

summary: you surprise Eddie at one of his concerts, but he surprises you first

word count: 1,586

warnings: swearing, angst?, mutual pining, confessions, not much to warn about really, let me know if I missed anything

a/n: I was listening to Sex by The 1975 and couldn't get it out of my head that Eddie would so write something like that about his best friend (pls let me know if you'd like a part 2 to this bc personally I'd love to write a spicy pt2 to this)

masterlist

You were late, obviously, when were you not. The venue was already packed with bodies pressed against each other, making it very difficult to manoeuvre yourself through the crowd and over to the shitty bar over the other side of the room.

It was exciting, truly, to be seeing Corroded Coffin somewhere other than the dingy little Hawkins bars that you were used to. Somewhere finally deserving of them and their talent. You couldn't be prouder of them or the fact that this was their first ever sold out show. It was also pretty exciting since you planned to surprise them backstage later on.

"Vodka soda, cheers." Someone bumps into your shoulder as you order, making you turn to be faced with a girl, thick black eyeliner and short, short skirt.

"Oh, sorry," she starts, taking in your appearance just as you're taking in hers, "oh shit, is that new merch? I've never seen that t-shirt before." You look down at your t-shirt, smiling as you look back up at her.

"No, no actually this is old. Me and the band go back a bit, I uh, we made these in my garage when they first started playing shows. We never sold any so we kept them for ourselves."

"No way, you know them?" She practically screams at you as you grab your drink.

"Since middle school, yeah. I knew Munson back when he had a buzzcut." You laugh, hitting it off with the girl. You talk back and forth for what seems like forever, slowly being encapsulated by the hazy fog making it's way through the room from both the smoke machine and from the unreasonable amount of people smoking in the room.

"So are you, like, his girlfriend then?" She asks, raising her eyebrows at you with a smirk.

"Me, no no no, just friends. Best friends. I- he's not interested." You're going to say more when you're interrupted by the dimming lights which leave the room soaked in a warm orange glow from the back-lit stage. The room erupts into loud applause as your best friends make their way onto stage, swinging guitars and drumsticks over their heads. Always so dramatic.

The concert is absolutely insane, everything you could have ever wished for them. Fans hanging on their every word, screaming the lyrics to songs that you've known since they were just scribbles on scraps of paper. It's almost too much, to see them living their dream, but you stick it out, screaming along with the crowd with, admittedly, some tears in your eyes.

"So, this next one is going to be our last song." Eddie mumbles into his mic, earning pretty enthusiastic disapproval from the crowd. "I know, I know we're fucking bummed about it too but we can't stay here all night." He pauses for a second, turning to Gareth to give him a quick nod and thumbs up. "This might make you all feel a little better, we're actually going to play you something completely new tonight to end the show. You guys are getting the real VIP treatment, yeah?" This perks the crowd up, obviously, and you feel a tap on your shoulder: the girl from earlier.

"You heard this one?" She asks, referring to the new track.

Shaking your head, you lean in so she can hear you over Eddie, "nope, I'm just as in the dark about this as you." It's exciting, knowing that this many people get to hear their new stuff, it's a far cry from sitting in Jeff's garage and hearing their demos.

The guitar kicks in and you realise this is nothing like anything they've ever done before.

And this is how it starts You take your shoes off in the back of my van...

The song is good, really fucking good, and you find yourself moving along to it, watching the crowd start to pick up and dance along, loving it just as much as you.

There's only minutes before I drop you off And all we seem to do it talk about sex She's got a boyfriend anyway...

As you listen to the lyrics your heart starts sink to the pit of your stomach, and your left standing dead still, unable to move, unable to think about anything other than the implications behind what Eddie's singing about. You don't want to assume, because it could look really bad if you did, but...

Surely not, surely he can't be talking about what you think he's talking about.

Does he take care of you Or could I easily fill his shoes Do you say no...

You're starting to feel hot, not knowing what to do with yourself as you carry on listening. Last time you saw Eddie (or any of the band for that matter) was about four months ago, when you were dating Steve. He was lovely, caring, kind, but you drifted. No biggie, it happens sometimes.

And I'm not trying to stop you love But if we're gonna do anything we might as well just fuck She's got a boyfriend anyway...

The sudden feeling of guilt and dread that Eddie is up there singing about how he could do a better job than Steve, god it makes your skin crawl. But maybe it wasn't about you, maybe you were being presumptuous. It doesn't help that Eddie looks so fucking good up there in his ripped jeans and cropped t-shirt. Singing with all his heart into a crowd absolutely tailor made for him.

You've got your tongue pierced anyway You in your hightops anyway You in your skinny jeans anyway...

Fuck.

Well. There's definitely no denying it now.

It's you, the song is about you.

-

The lump in your throat didn't leave when the lights went up, or when you said your goodbyes to the girl you'd spoken to all night, and it definitely didn't go away when you presented your ID and pass at the backstage entrance to go and see them.

Hovering at the "bands only" sign which shrouded you in a red light, you second guessed whether it really was a good idea to see them tonight. After all you had just heard a song dedicated to how your best friend wanted to fuck you in the back of his van (you were paraphrasing, yes, but that was the gist of it). And that wasn't even the worst part, you'd let him. It was hard to deny that you hadn't thought about it before. I mean, the lyrics did have some credibility to them.

Unfortunately the decision of whether to stay or go was made for you when the door swung open, revealing a sweaty, hot Eddie only a foot away from where you stood.

"Oh shit... you're here."

"Surprise." You say meekly, trying your best to sound lighthearted an not entirely nervous about this whole situation. You're about to speak when he starts rambling at you.

"Listen, princess, I-"

"Eddie no, don't do that-"

"No, no honestly, go and get Steve and we can-"

"Eddie-"

"I'll explain if he wants, I don't want-"

"Eddie!" That stops him right in his tracks, eyes wide as he stares, waiting for you to storm off to Steve, he presumes. "We broke up, Steve and I. It didn't, uh - we're friends." Taking a deep breath, you look him in the eye, something you avoided until now. "I came on my own. Wanted to surprise you, and the others, obviously."

"Well, fuck." He's itching to move, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"Yeah, fuck." There's a beat of silence before Eddie dares to speak again, he really didn't think he'd be doing this tonight. Having this talk with you.

"Well, either way, for obvious reasons, I'm sorry about what you heard. I was going to call you, tell you... eventually... I just-"

"Did you mean it?" You cut him off, trying to figure out whether your hope in him is misplaced.

"What?" Eddie's taken aback, for once he's fucking speechless.

"Did you mean it, the lyrics?"

There's another beat of silence before he answers.

"Every word."

It feels like your entire world is collapsing in on itself, everything you thought you knew about him now shrouded in the knowledge that Eddie fucking Munson has been down bad for you for god knows how long.

"Since when?"

"Ninth grade. You started wearing that smudged eyeliner and those big fucking boots that you could hardly walk in. I was hooked."

Nothing could have ever prepared you for this conversation. The one you convinced yourself you were never going to have. The one where you tell him you're madly in love with him.

"You didn't say anything."

"You had Harrington."

"I wanted you."

"You- wait what?"

"Surely you know, Eds. It's always been you."

He shakes his head, running his hands over his face. "Don't say that, princess don't say shit like that if you don't want me to jump on you right fucking now." It takes him a second to process the dead serious look on your face. "You mean that?"

"Every word."

The silence between you has your ears ringing, he's taking longer to respond than you'd like and it's making you nervous.

"Come back to my hotel tonight. I want to - we need to talk. We need to... fuck," he's distracted, coming forward to place his hands on either side of your face to force eye contact, "princess you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you."