#i’m pretty sure we have each other on discord?

[frothingatthemaw]

abt the trans stuff : it took me (<- collective "me") ages to realize i was trans, i started questioning in like 7th+8th grade cuz of dysphoria mostly and realizing it was a lot like what the trans ppl in my phone talked abt, and then spent like a year switching pronouns and names and stuff online like. all the time. i really came to terms with it in like 8th grade in a home depot with my dad i remember just being like. oh FUCK im a guy. and walking into a shelf immediately after.

but yeah basically i tested a LOT of names/pronouns online and used a lot of those like. blogs for testing names/prns? idk what theyre called but there were a lot of them in 2017 and u could send asks w facts abt urself and the name/prns u'd like to try and ppl would try them. also writing stuff abt myself in third person and using different pronouns to see what feltmost natural

for me i think it was mostly about like. realizing how much more comfortable for me it was to dress more masc and use he/him and stuff. and also art was really helpful like i would draw out how i wanted to look as an adult "if i was transmasc" vs how i wanted to look if i was cis and i always liked the first one better fkjff.

idk if any of that helps at all? but yeagh tldr just trying things out and changing names sometimes like multiple times a week. just doing whatever felt best at the time and trying not to worry abt if id still "want to be trans" in a couple years yknow? just taking it one day at a time and also projecting onto fictional characters and writing gay t4t fanficiton about them of course fvjkdfs

hi nik :D this is so sweet of you. thank you so much. i hope you don’t mind if i write stuff about how i’m feeling right now and everything?

like just an hour ago i had a realization that i could be trans in a girl way. i don’t like she/her pronouns but they/he feels right. i’ve wanted to test the name spen like as in spencer but just spen. i like feminine things but in a more nonbinary way. i don’t like the idea of being transfem in a nonbinary but being trans in a literal girl way feels right. but i also don’t want to transition like at all. i want to keep my body the same, i don’t want feminine part for myself. being in an afab body gets that release for me because it’s not my body but i can use it and still have my own. if that makes any goddamn sense?

i’ve not questioned my gender for that long, but all the things i like and want and see and feel make sense to be pointed at being trans in a girl or feminine way. and that’s so confusing and scary to me. so scary. it’s hard to face and say “i’m a girl but i use they/he pronouns and i don’t want to do any bodily transitioning”. how do you combat that fear? how do you come to terms with that inside yourself? how do you say to someone and explain how you’re a girl in a weird messed up confusing and beyond traditional woman way?

this is a lot, i’m sorry. i’m just goddamn confused! and scared!

thank you again so much for this? you didn’t have to do this and you did. thank you for sharing everything with me 💖 i appreciate this a lot. thank you :D

[fumifooms]

What if we were both magic prodigies and it otherized us in different ways and we devoted ourselves to protecting a family member who has general other goals & priorities. What if we both did self-sacrifical devotion in opposite ways.

What if we were dark mirrors of each other and where I've grown overcontrolling you've grown complacent. What if, bought as a servant into a pretty loving home, ownership and control is what love looks like to me, and to you neglected and lonely growing up, love is gratefully taking any scraps of it you’re lent.

By belonging to someone, even if she comes back injured or fails at finding Delgal, she feels like she belongs and is cherished, by owning someone he feels safe in them not leaving him.

She’s what’s tethering him do you see… And he’s the only thing giving her direction and purpose in her state. She needs a compass and he needs a support.

They’re both so out of it 😭 It’s the weirdly intense and unearned mutual trust and reliance on each other?? They’re each other’s weird little comfort codependent teddy bear. Or at least they were headed towards that before SHE DIED THEN HE DIED THEN THEY BOTH FORGOT ABOUT EACH OTHER AND NEVER MET EVER AGAIN. Though she’s also the guard attack hound keeping him safe… And vice versa he heals her and can rewrite her very being with just one wave of his hand. They’re both so so mentally and physically vulnerable both but they cling onto each other. They can’t perceive things accurately but despite it all someway somehow they stumble into something closer to resembling companionship just before they both die. Falin is just that kind and Thistle is just that lonely. Overworked. We both haven’t lived for ourselves in a very long time, haven’t we.

They both have a similar devotion to the people they love but again the difference is that Thistle starts overtsepping while Falin is self-effacing. The other difference between them is that people care about Falin <3 People have given up on Thistle long ago, and he has given people reasons to, while people refuse to give up on Falin. Yaad has a mini arc about it dw about it it’s ok he’s not all alone in the end 😭😭 He reached out for Marcille’s hand but they already all wanted to help him, they just had to be given the chance to, Yaad just had to be given the chance to, it’s okay I’m okay

Hey what if we learned to get in touch with our own identity and the world around us and living in the present again through being in the worst codependent situationship ever.

Falin and Thistle sitting in a tree, sucking on flowers together because they’re h-u-n-g-r-y 💕💕💕

I bet he’s only ever thought of flowers as useless ornaments. Weak weeds. But she shows him they’re tasty and useful and good and pretty in their own right too and deserve existing without proving their worth and waaa <33 Thistles…... Did you know thistles taste sweet if you remove the thorns and eat them?

"Even as a chimera, her kind nature remains" you can’t suppress her in the way that matters. You can’t soothe him in the way that matters. It’s doomed. You’re doomed. It’s all doomed. Save me.

[spenceragnewfics]

AHHHHHH AHHHHH TAHT was amazing!!!!?

could we get a spencer where his partner gives him head under his pc while he’s in a discord chat

So I decided to do F!reader for this one and it's probably going to be my default unless asked otherwise because for some reason, this was easier for me to write.

UNDER THE DESK | Spencer Agnew x F!Reader | 18+ MINORS DNI

TW: Oral (m receiving)

Word Count: 1.4k

Description: Life can be very stressful. Especially when your boyfriend is always busy. When Y/N and Spencer finally get a night to themselves, work seems to never be done but Y/N is determined to give Spence some stress relief.

Spencer is a very busy guy. This is something Y/N has known since the two met years ago back when he was just an editor. Now, as the director of Smosh Games, he’s even busier than he used to be.

This has made couple time limited, but mainly it’s because Y/N doesn’t want to disturb Spencer from his work. She knows that if she told him how she’s felt lately he would drop everything and spend time with her. That’s why she doesn’t, he asks for so little and it feels wrong to her to ask for that.

That’s how she’s found herself in this situation. Spencer finally had a night off so the two decided to have a movie night at his place with their favorite take out and movies. The night started innocently, the two cuddled on the couch, shared sweet kisses, silly jokes, and playful touching.

It was innocent until she slipped her tongue in his mouth and it was the sign they both had been waiting for. Weeks of not being able to touch each other much, palpable tension, and little remarks had made this moment something they both needed. Stress of work and life in general had been taking their toll.

Spencer is laying on the couch while Y/N is straddling him. Their hips grinding against each other while his lips are working on her neck. Soft moans and sighs are coming from both of them before its interrupted by the shrill of Spencer’s phone.

“What the fuck? What could someone need now?” He groans, moving away from the girl. She pouts and tries to pull him back, “Babe, I’m sure it’s not important. Just stay here.” She practically begs while wrapping her arms around his neck. 

Spencer stops for a second, considering it until he sees who it is calling. “I can’t, Alé is calling. It must be important because she doesn’t call this late unless it is. I’m so sorry.” He apologizes before giving her a peck. She sighs while getting off his lap, “Hey, boss lady, what’s up?” He asks as he heads to his office. He turns and sends a kiss before he disappears down the hall.

Y/N sits on the couch with a pouty expression and arms crossed as she watches the movie in front of her. Her phone buzzes, signaling she got a text. Looking at the phone, she sighs when it shows that Spencer texted ‘Babe, I am so sorry! We have to do something for games tonight and it’s super important. I’m gonna be on discord for a while. I’m so sorry. I love you’ 

‘It’s okay, pretty boy. I love you too’ she replies before tossing her phone next to her on the couch. Frustrated, she lays on the couch and sighs. It seems like no matter what, she can never have a night of just her and Spencer.

Deciding to just pass time, she gets comfortable on the couch and watches the movie. It was a little over halfway through, so she’s hoping by the time the movie is over her boyfriend will be free and they can continue where they left off.

The movie goes by quickly and still no Spencer. Getting off the couch, she walks down the hallway towards his office to what is going on. The door is slightly open, making it easy for Y/N to see in the room. Her heart swells when she sees her boyfriend working on his computer.

“Alex, come on dude! How can this still be happening?” Spencer practically whines as he slumps in his chair. Y/N can’t hear what Alex says as he has his headset on but whatever it is makes her boyfriend even more upset.

Walking back to the kitchen, she gets some pizza then grabs him a drink. Walking back to his office, she knocks and walks in. He turns when he hears the noise and smiles when he sees Y/N. “Hey, love. I’m sorry this is taking so long.” He apologies, kissing her hand when she gets close enough.

“It’s okay, baby. You seem stressed so I got you some food.” Y/N sets the plate down along with the drink. Leaning down, she kisses the top of his head and wraps her arms around his shoulders. “You’re a lifesaver. I’m sorry our night turned into me doing work, again.” She hums and starts to rub his shoulders.

Spencer enjoys the feeling as he continues with the problem at hand and talking with the games crew to fix it. He gets so focused on it, he almost misses the fact of Y/N climbing under the desk. Taking off his headset, he looks at her confused. “Babe, the fuck are you doing?”

“Shh, just relax, Spence. Let me take care of you.” Y/N says, biting her lip as she rubs his thighs. Her hands slowly move up to the waistband of his sweats as he takes a deep breath, “Act like I’m not even here.” She whispers as she pulls down his sweats.

Spencer clears his throat as he puts his headset back on. He holds back a moan as her tongue licks a long stripe from the base to his tip. She smirks to herself as she continues to tease him. Open mouth kisses along it and kitten licks, the sound of his breath getting quicker keeps her motivated.

Her tongue swirls around the tip before she takes him into her mouth, the warm feeling envelopes Spencer which erupts a groan from him which he quickly covers with a cough. Her mouth goes up and down slowly, taking more and more into her mouth with each bob.

When she gets about half-way, she takes the rest of him in her mouth without warning. “Holy fuck.” He practically yells as a hand reaches out to be placed in her hair. “Sorry dude, I’m just…really frustrated right now.” He says with gritted teeth to Alex as the girl beneath him giggles which sends vibrations through him.

Spencer looks down, his blue eyes locking with Y/N’s eyes as she smirks at him with her mouth full. This is a photo he would love to take a savour but sadly his phone is out of reach.

Y/N taps his hand, signaling for him to guide her, which he is more than happy too. His hand finds a good amount of hair to hold onto before he moves her head up and down. Throwing his back, he basks in the feeling of her mouth on him, enjoying every second of his favorite person making him feel good. Something he has needed for a while with all the stress he’s been under.

Her hand reaches out and gently plays with his ball as he continues to guide her. He soon lets go and she takes her mouth off of him with a small pop. She giggles as she strokes it, covered by her saliva. “Babe, please. I’m almost done.” Spencer whines, his mic away from him.

“But I like being right here.” She says before putting her mouth back on him. “Y/N” He moans before moving his mic back. She sets a good pace moving her head up and down and stroking what she can’t fit in her mouth.

“Alex, can we-” Spencer starts but pauses to let out a shaky breath, “Can we finish this tomorrow? I think we did all we can..all we can at home.” Spencer asks, his voice shaky as he tries to get off the discord call. 

Increasing her speed, Y/N locks eyes with Spencer again before taking him fully in her mouth. “Okay, okay, fine, we can try one more thing.” He says begrudgingly as he slides his hand back into Y/N’s hair.

A twitch is felt in Y/N’s mouth as Spencer starts to buck his hip into her mouth. Letting him take the reins, she keeps eye contact as he throws his headset off and cums in her mouth. “Holy fuck, love, fuck!” He groans, his head thrown back as her mouth fills.

“Oh, love, I didn’t even ask-” He starts but she quickly shakes her head before swallowing. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.” She says, giggling before leaning up to kiss him. “Now, finish up with whatever you’re doing and we can have some real fun.” Y/N crawls from under the table then kisses Spencer one more time before walking out of his office. Leaving him breathless as he grabs his headset once again.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Ok so like I’m exhausted- and I just really need to get this idea off my chest.

But a streamer au. Obviously modern, where Steve can’t hear anything because he accidentally dropped his hearing aids in the toilet. (Something real goofy and stupid) and he’s friends with popular streamer Dustin Henderson (who plays all sorts of games) not only is Steve friends with him but he’s friends with a few other streamers. Though they all want to include Steve in on their Minecraft server, because they know that when he has his hearing back he’ll be on there all the time talking to them. That and he also enjoys building things with Robin and just wander around the world. So they all get this server set up and start streaming. Some newer streamers join as well that Steve doesn’t know but the others know, and Steve has quickly become a fan favorite.

They are roleplaying a DnD campaign in Minecraft, when Steve’s character just pops out of no where doing the randomest things, at this point he even has lore. He’s a mute character who can only talk through messages. Everyone just loves Steve. He’s made numerous friends, and has helped build a lot of things. And no one in chat as ever seen or heard him. Though he is always in Eddie Munson’s streams constantly. Eddie is a older streamer, but wasn’t in on the fact that Steve can hear he just needs hearing aids. So when Steve explains he’s mostly deaf he just goes on about his day like normal. Though now typing book length messages to Steve. (Every streamer can see these messages, Eddie enjoys talking there so his chat can see what Steve’s saying and it’s easier to read off the same screen instead of having to constantly switch to discord) at this point Steve and Eddie are thick as thief’s.

Eddie’s the chaotic one and Steve is the tame one, and their videos together are hilarious. Though when Steve finally gets his hearing aids he’s excited to finally be able to talk to his new friend. He clicks in and joins the voice chat where you can only hear each other when you are actually close to each other in game. (Proximity) so when Eddie comes on and finds Steve he’s talking to his chat, not really caring about muting his mic because Steve can’t hear it. And he doesn’t stream.

And Steve his beaming and happy because he can finally hear Eddie’s voice. His hearing aids are a lot better then the last ones and he isn’t as muffled anymore. He stays silent, because he’s shy. And he tags along with Eddie. Who’s now changing his skin back and forth and talking to chat still. Steve hasn’t said anything. He’s waiting.

“Alright fine fine, I’ll ask Steve if he likes the maid out fit or the bunny suit.” Is heard right before aggressive typing begins.

Steve answers without thinking, and sounds really soft. “Maid Outfit.”

And his first words spoken to Eddie are maid outfit. And the timing is hilarious because he’s pretty sure Eddie has flat lined.

“Also, meant to ask why are our beds pushed together?” Steve asks.

Just I want a really cute au like this. And not weird.

Or instead of the maid outfit, chat is telling Eddie to give Steve his daily kiss. (It’s not he just moves forward and hits Steve’s Minecraft character) which has always confused steve until he hears. “Fine daily smooch for the Stevie boo” (Eddie has given him nicknames?) and just smacks Steve’s character making him loose a heart.

“Ow. That’s why you keep hitting me? For kisses? Eddie I gave you cake, we share a house together and you decided smacking my character upside the head was the equivalent to kissing? You could have just given me flowers dude!”

(Like all of the possibilities are endless)

[blakbonnet]

AUTHOR OF THE WEEK: @clairegregoryau 💕

Everytime the topic of fandom kindness and community comes up, of helping each other out and fostering a quiet corner where people can be themselves, most people in our little fandom think of Claire. She's written over a million words of OFMD fic and read even more, and you can always see so so many recs over on her twitter. Incredible good vibes, and an author who truly lives to lift other authors up. She also does SO SO much for fic authors over on the OFMD Fic Club server <3 And she was incredibly kind and shared her entire writing process with me:

What's your writing process like? Do you start with the beginning or the end? Do you write in order or as the scenes come to you?

I’m a huge advance planner, which is a process that has developed for me over more than 25 years of writing original fiction. I’ll get whacked with a story idea, then I’ll sit down and set out the central kernel of that idea, and where it needs to start, where it needs to end, and what the turning points need to be to get there.

A lot of the time I use a three-act structure, largely because Jenkins has talked about OFMD using that structure (one example here). So that makes it easy for me to hold to the canon beats when I’m writing AU stories, or to mirror them in canon-era stories, which is also something I try to do most of the time. With long experience (and now 1.7 million words of OFMD fic written (!)), I find this part of the process really easy. I’ll usually do that plotting by hand-writing out my notes, because it really fires up a different part of your brain.

Because I am such an advance planner, I do tend to write in a completely linear way from start to finish (I also pretty commonly post my long-fics as I write- each chapter goes up as soon as it’s finished and has a final editing pass). Punching through it in a linear way, knowing the ending that I’m working towards and being enthusiastic to get there, really keeps me motivated.

I do all of my writing in 30-minute sprints at the OFMD Fic Club Discord, where we’ve built a lovely and LOUDLY enthusiastic writing community that anyone is welcome to hop into 24/7. For those who find the constant chat a bit overwhelming, we also have a Quiet Focus Sprints channel. Again via long practice, I’m a very fast writer, but that’s accelerated a lot more over the last couple of years, paradoxically because I couldn’t write the way I used to anymore.

I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease that includes some fun brain impacts at times, and it’s really hit my working memory especially. I used to be able to hold all the strands of a complicated story together in my head as I wrote, but now I can’t do that as easily. So that’s why the outline is important for me, so I never lose track of the idea- I’ll also do a quick outline at the start of each chapter I’m writing that notes what needs to happen, and then I’ll write in what I call layers, getting down whatever I can first, and then doing sweeps back through it to add internals, narrative detail, sensory details and so on. I make a LOT of notes and square brackets as I go to remind myself of things to look at later.

I also use a plot matrix [Twitter thread, Example Matrix] that you may have seen floating around- I mostly use it to keep track of plot details that have already happened within a story, so that I can check it out at a glance, but I will sometimes plan certain elements in advance (as in the case of Tree Change, which covered 87 of the 93 Kinktober prompts last year across 12 carefully planned chapters). There’s always space when I’m writing for the characters to surprise me within that plot framework- as a final plotting thing, once I’m at the halfway mark I’ll often plot backwards from the planned end to make sure that I’m on course, and to see what I need to adjust.

Favourite trope or headcanon you like to explore while writing?

I really like to dig into the friends-to-lovers trope that sits at the heart of the show. The Ed and Stede relationship reminds me immensely of my own- like Rhys and Taika as friends, we’ve been yes-anding each other for over 25 years (all of my least hinged fic ideas come from bouncing thoughts back and forth with my husband), and it’s been a steady mix of constant silliness, curiosity, and care. We’re best friends first and that’s one of my favourite things about Ed and Stede, that they are, too.

What I really love about it is the vulnerability of these two people who’ve been hurt so much by others in the past, who’ve never been fully appreciated for all the things that they are, and in each other they find the one absolutely perfect person who just gets them, and it makes all the difference. It’s always fun to play with that and variations on it in fics, and it’s usually the beating heart of my stories.

Whose voice is easier to write - Ed or Stede? Why?

I want to say that I find them both equally easy depending on the story. Ed as a character speaks very much the way I think- he has that ADHD buzz, the high swear level, and a very AoNZ turn of phrase that’s also very familiar to Australians (like me). Writing Ed is like turning the inside of my head out and it always flows easily.

But I have always said that I see myself in both characters in equal parts, so I find Stede pretty easy to write as well. I feel like I pretty solidly understand him as a person, with his history of rejection and his commitment to trying anyway, and trying to be kind, and letting himself be fascinated by things, from piracy to books to moths to Ed (that one’s not hard).

Your personal favourite thing you've written that you'd like more people to read

This is a near-impossible question with 69 OFMD fics up on AO3 😅 I really do love them all, and I have a lot of smaller one-shots that haven’t been read as much, but overall I’m incredibly lucky with readership and so so grateful for everyone who enjoys my work.

But my recent Reverse Bang fic The Broken Lines is hugely important to me and I think it’s probably one of the best things I’ve ever written anywhere. It’s set in the aftermath of the First World War (my professional zone of expertise), and features a Stede who’s lost his voice, his memory, and as far as he knows, his Ed. He gradually remembers what happened with the help of the crew and another Ed, who appears in his mirror from 1719, searching for his own Stede. It was a beautiful collaboration with artist Gerlinde to begin with, but I also got to work with one of my longest-term writing friends Jill @followedmystar as my beta, and then with Boy, who made a truly transcendent podfic that I can’t yell about enough.

What is the one word that you think you use a lot?

I think the word I have to zap more than any other is “actually”, and there are still a million of them in there when I’m done. The main reason is that to stick close to canon voice, I try to incorporate a lot of the less iconic/ more ordinary turns of phrase that the characters use a lot in their speech (I’ve watched every episode of the show… way too many times), and both Ed and Stede actually use “actually” a surprising amount. I just use it an even more surprising amount 😂

(This just sent me on a QUEST to find a specific number because I am that kind of nerd- Stede says it 15 times in S1 and 12 in S2, and Ed says it 8 times in each, for totals of 27 and 16, many of them in distinctive moments; it just gives that little buzz of recognition for me. I started out screenwriting before I moved to prose, so my writing tends to lean pretty strongly on having a recognisable, almost audible voice to the dialogue, as well as a cinematic visual style for the big adventures especially).

Do you have a beta reader? Have they made you a better writer?

I quite deliberately don’t use a beta reader for most of my OFMD fics, because being in this space is an exercise in recovering from lifelong paralysing perfectionism around writing especially. I’ve spent so many years not finishing original work because it never feels like it passes the invisible bar for perfection that exists in my own head. So when I started writing OFMD fic, I set out to accept good enough as good enough, and to get back to enjoying writing as fully as I can.

Obviously this means that my work could be better, but I’m actively working on letting that thought go and loving everything I’ve made just as it is. When I have worked with beta readers on projects that require them, like the Reverse Bang, it’s been with friends who I trust and adore, who I know will listen to what I need (cheerleading, mostly), and will do their best to work with me on improving the story without letting me spiral into hating it all because it wakes the perfectionist beast back up.

That doesn’t mean I’m without regular support, or that I’m not trying to improve my writing! I read an absolutely insane amount of fic, and I’m always in awe of the talent we have on this ship, and always learning from what other people do well. In lieu of beta readers, we share snippets of work all the time in our sprints team, so I get feedback there; I also get it from readers in progress, who often give me a sense of what’s hitting the way I hoped and what needs a bit of tweaking. I also have lovely group chats and individual friends like Kerry @communionnimrod and Lis @ghostalservice and Jill who I can run to if I need an opinion on whether an idea feels right or not, which I will often ask.

I’m very very careful with my writing, but in a couple of rare instances readers have also DMd me to note spots where I’ve inadvertently included something that doesn’t reach the sensitivity standard I’m aiming for. I’m always grateful for that gentleness and bravery in reaching out and I’m always happy to change something or to add tags or notes as needed.

Why OFMD 🥹

I watched the whole show in one hit a week after the final episode aired, and I loved it immediately, but I thought I was going to be normal about it. The unravelling into complete, unrelenting obsession happened gradually as I rewatched it with my husband and teen, then again, and again, then started to read fics and hunt up art, then started joining fan spaces, and then dived into writing my first fic in two and a half decades (all original writing between The X-Files and here), thinking it would also be my last.

I’m still here, still writing constantly, and a major portion of it is the show and how distinctly it reflected all the many parts of me, some of which I’d never seen so clearly before. I had a tough childhood in a few different family respects. I didn’t understand that I was neurodivergent until I turned 40 and my own kids were heading for diagnosis, and I’d been rejected constantly throughout my life for being too much. I was a high achiever who was in the process of crumpling under pressure right when I watched it, and while I’d been figuring out my sense of my own queerness for a few years, I’d never had a community that helped me feel at home with that.

And in the end it’s the community that’s been the reason I’ve been fully sucked into fandom for the first time since my teens- the writing in this space is top-tier wonderful, and the community is such a found family, just like the Revenge. Being able to write and have people actually want to read that writing, being able to cheer others on and hype their work, being able to help set up the OFMD Fic Club Discord and make it a safe spaceship for so many people, has been incredibly fulfilling and lovely. 

Please head over to @ofmdlovelyletters (who also made the header) and send your love to all your favourite authors (and authors of the week 😈 watch that blog for some special letters coming your way)

[swissboyhisch]

The Best Kinda Night

Pairing: Arber Xhekaj x Reader

Summary: Your first time watching Arber play and you get to see the rough side of his job.

Word Count: 1574

Warnings: fighting, mentions of sex related things

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Since meeting Arber at a club after a game one night, the two of you hit it off. The two of you spent the whole night on the dance floor together. Maybe getting a little too handsy in public. After a couple too many drinks, you found yourself waking up in his bed. Arber woke up while you were getting dressed once more, phone held between your shoulder and ear. He protested you leaving and asked you to breakfast. Citing that he was wanting more than a one night stand with such a pretty person.

It had been months since you had had your first date and you were yet to go watch Arber play. Until tonight that is. Tonight he had a game against Arizona at home and you had a glass side ticket. You pulled out the pair of jeans, hoodie and jersey you planned on wearing before jumping into the shower. After spending the afternoon pampering, you made sure you were ready early so you could leave for the stadium and take in the journey.

What he didn’t tell you was that Caitlin, the captain’s girlfriend, would be meeting you at the stadium and sitting next to you so you weren’t alone. Not that it would have bothered you. But he wanted you to have a friend within the team because he knew you were going to be around for a while.

“Hi! You’re Wi-Fi’s girlfriend, yeah?” A blonde greeted you a couple moments after you stepped into the club bar area.

“Uh hi?” You and Arber weren’t public yet so you were very confused as to why she asked you this. She was dressed similarly to you but wearing a jersey with a C patch. Suzuki if you’re correct. “Sorry, who are you?”

The girl smiles, “I’m Caitlin, Nick’s girlfriend. Arber thought it would be a good idea you weren’t sitting by yourself.”

“Oh, that’s exciting. Thanks for agreeing.”

The two of you grabbed a drink from the bar before taking a seat. There was still half an hour until the teams took to the ice for warm-ups. You got to know Caitlin while you two bonded over the drinks. The blonde even introduced you to a couple of the other girls who walked by on their way to their seats.

“Let’s go find our seats. We’re against the glass,” Caitlin suggests when you both had finished your drinks.

Following others through the stadium halls, you find your section and descend the stairs. You made sure to take pictures of everything. Taking in all the bright lights and experience. The two of you were at a perfect spot. Across from the bench and near the penalty box. Or as you like to call it, the sin bin.

“When did you and Arber meet?” The blonde asks.

“Uh, a year ago? Dating for about 7 months.”

“He’s kept you hidden from us!”

You chuckle at the girl’s reaction. “Yeah, we just wanted to get settled and comfortable in our relationship before telling everyone.”

The two of you got to know each other while waiting for the teams to take to the ice for pregame warm ups. At least the chairs were comfier than other stadiums you have been to in the past. You glanced around at the fans around you. People watching. A few Arber jerseys stood out to you. Some Caufield and Suzuki jerseys as well.

“Here they come,” Caitlin spoke up, pointing to the tunnel.

One by one the boys stepped onto the ice and did their laps. Arber came out and skated around, looking around at the fans. He spotted a fan sign with his name on it being held up by a boy no older than 6. Watching the fan interaction was one of the best parts. Arber played paper, scissors, rock with the kid before flicking a puck over the glass and posing for a picture.

“Look who’s skating this way,” Caitlin teases as she waves to Nick standing in front of the girls.

Arber skated towards Nick and bumped him. He then turned his attention to you. The Canadian boy had the biggest smile as he waved like a kid to you. Just like he did for the little boy, he waved the puck then tossed it over the glass. You caught the cold rubber and posed for a picture that Caitlin was more than happy to take for you. Before he skated away to continue warm ups, he put his into a fist as best as he could and put it against the glass. You copied his actions and did a fist bump through the glass.

The fist bump started when you two first started dating. You had always fist bumped your best friend as a goodbye since they weren’t the hugging type. With Arber, the first time you did it was when you were both laying on the couch after your second date. Both of you were to shy to cuddle at the time. But you randomly held out your fist to him. From there it’s a daily occurrence. When it came to games, it fitted into the pregame ritual. He would kiss you goodbye then a fist bump on the way out.

“I like the jersey,” He yelled before giving you a smirk and skating off with his captain to join Caufield not far away.

“He’s so in love with you,” Caitlin pointed out. “I’ve never seen him smile that much. That wide!”

Warm ups went quicker than you’d like and next thing you know the teams skate off again. Now the wait between warm ups and the start of the game. Caitlin grabbed a silver sharpie from her bag and thrusted it towards you.

“You have to write on the puck the date and first Canadiens game.”

You agreed and wrote it on the back of the puck. One to start a collection. Or add to Arber’s puck collection when you moved in together.

The game started and was going smoothly. Kinda. There was some tension building and by the 2nd period you could see that Kassian was aiming at Arber. Wanting to drop the gloves. It wasn’t until a checking incident that Arber decided he had had enough.

“Here we go,” You smirk as Arber and the Arizona player threw their gloves off and grabbed each other. As someone with combat sport training, a fight was entertaining. “Arber’s got this one.”

Kassian’s first punch knocked off Arber’s helmet but he was sure to retaliate with multiple blows, one after the other in quick succession. The Coyotes player dropped to his knees pretty quick, allowing Arber to get some good hits in. Kassian managed to stand up again but didn’t stay on his feet for long. With the coyotes’ jersey in his grasp, Arber took him to the ground. He threw one last punch before the refs managed to pull him off. You watched as your boyfriend smirked at the sight of the player on the ice before skating to the penalty box. He even waved his arms to hype up the crowd who were all cheering by. He looked towards you, a smirk on his face as he chewed on his mouthguard.

“Fucking hell,” you mutter, turned on more than you’d admit to anyone.

“Keep it in your pants,” Caitlin laughs after she hears your muttering.

Arber took his seat in the sin bin and side glanced at you. Another smirk appeared when he noticed the look on your face. He winked at you before turning back to the game.

“Welp I’m gonna have to buy new lingerie after tonight,” You joke (slightly) to Caitlin.

She laughed, understanding the feeling, “it’s the best kinda night after a good, tense game.”

The pair of you laugh before turning back to the game that was playing. The game soon came to an end with a win for the home team. Caitlin showed you down to the family room where people waited for the players to finish changing and the media tasks.

“I’ll introduce you to some of the other girls if you want?”

You shrug, “Sure why not.”

The captain’s partner took you around, introducing you to the older players’ partners. Meeting their kids who were running around the room as well. It definitely filled the waiting time because you feel arms wrap around your waist as you talked to Caitlin and Kirby Dach’s girlfriend.

“Hey,” you grin, turning to see a freshly showered Arber.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. You could see in his eyes what he was thinking about. “Hey baby.”

“I can’t believe you hid her from us!”

“Sorry girls,” he chuckles. “You’ll have her around more but I’m gonna steal her now.”

Caitlin smirks, “don’t break any furniture.”

You blushed but Arber smirked and dragged you away and out of the arena. When you reached his car, he pushed you against the door.

“God you look so good wearing my name on your back.”

You tangle your fingers in his damp hair. Pulling him closer. “Showing everyone who I’m with.”

That snapped the tension. Arber ducked his head and kissed you roughly. He hand slid up your back and cupped the back of your hand from hitting it on the car.

“Let’s take this to yours shall we?”

Arber grinned as he opened the passenger side door for you, “you’re in for a long night baby.”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for triggering someone’s epilepsy (unknowingly)?

So I’m (19F) in this relatively small Discord server for a fandom. We occasionally get new members but there’s always been a “core” group of 7 of us who started it originally. We’re pretty close and consider each other genuine online friends, and we all admin the server.

A couple weeks ago, a new member (?M) who I’ll call K joined and I immediately felt a little sketched out by him because in his Discord profile in the pronouns section he put “goon/gooner.” I’m cis but I worried for the rest of the server (mostly trans), though they either didn’t see it or didn’t point it out. K seemed okay, he wasn’t very active other than reacting to stuff with emojis so he faded into the background and didn’t really bother me.

So we have a channel in the server for holiday stuff and yesterday one of the admins sent something for the first day of Hanukkah (the 8th) and pinged everyone. The last message above that was about Transgender Day of Remembrance (the 20th of November, before K joined) and after getting pinged for the new one I guess K saw that because he suddenly replied to one of the articles (about a trans boy-to-girl getting murdered) and said “rip king, sorry to see a brother go down.” It was very obvious in the article’s thumbnail that the teenager murdered was a girl, and it said she was trans in the title.

I was livid. Most of my friends are trans and I would (metaphorically) die defending them. I was too angry to write an actual response so I just sent a GIF (the “You should kill yourself now” one with the guy with white eyes and lightning flashing in the background, except it was sped up). K didn’t reply and another admin deleted his message and I wanted him banned, but they said we should wait for K to reply and give him the benefit of the doubt in case he was mistaken or misread it.

K started spamming in our general channel about half an hour later, super mad and saying stuff like “FUCK YOU YOU [R-SLUR] YOU MADE ME HAVE A FUCKING SEIZURE I HAVE EPILEPSY YOU DIPSHIT” and was just basically saying variations of that over and over until we kicked him. Apparently K had mentioned his epilepsy at one point but I don’t remember it ?? An admin pulled up a message though (his intro) where he listed it.

The other main 6 admins are very conflicted on this, but they mostly seem to think I’m an asshole and a couple of them have even unfriended me. I would be the asshole if I knew about K’s epilepsy, but I shouldn’t be expected to read every single message sent in the server, and honestly K took the risk of being on the internet where there are tons of flashing images, and I’m pretty sure there are accessibility settings you can have on Discord and your computer in general. Plus, K was being transphobic, and I was very angry and didn’t respond well. The others said I could’ve put a flash warning or something, but I wasn't thinking straight in the moment.

So, is this a NTA, JAH, or ESH? Because K was definitely an asshole too, even if he had epilepsy. I don’t know, the situation is complicated and he could be lying, so.

What are these acronyms?

[lavenderchqn]

𝐶𝛨𝛢𝑃𝑇𝛦𝑅 𝟎𝟎𝟖 — SOLITAIRE (1K WORDS) 𝑅𝐸𝐷 𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑆 — lyney x f!reader smau

𝑆𝑌𝑁𝑂𝑃𝑆𝐼𝑆 —

Second year of university should've been everything you thought of it - more studying with human interaction sprinkled throught... What it definitely wasn't supposed to be was an investigation saga where one of your friends goes missing out of nowhere

𝑃𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆 — 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇 — 𝑁𝐸𝑋𝑇 𝐸𝑃𝐼𝑆𝑂𝐷𝐸 content information: mentions of league of legends stuff

The atmosphere turns cold, all eyes now on Furina. She looks as if she’s just seen a ghost. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Lyney tries to get her out of her frozen state by touching her arm as delicately as possible. “What do you mean by that?” 

“T-They… all… worked at the Troupe.” She answers, uncertain in all of her words. 

Angelique used to write scripts back when she still acted for them… the barista would act as an extra… and the student from the business and economy department was their side accountant. All three girls now seemingly have a connection between them. 

“Furina, do you need a moment?” Navia looks at her, concern in her eyes. “Let's cover this up, not to stress you further.” 

[Y/N] seems to agree that a break is needed. She opens a window, getting desperately needed fresh air into the room.

“I-it’s alright, don't worry about me.” She tries to act all tough, yet nobody in the room seems to fall for her act. “It’s just… I need to think.” 

Lyney brings her to a more comfortable spot to have her sit, his mind lost in thought. It seems as if, he just solved something, albeit unsure about the current situation. A glass of water suddenly gets put in front of her, signalising that she should have a sip. 

“Oh my god… should I tell you…” Furina mutters to herself, lost in trying to figure out her emotions. “We don't know each other all that well, but if it matters.” 

“Is it about the thing?” Lyney inquires, soon getting a small nod of confirmation. “Well, it might be valuable to the investigation Charlotte is doing…” 

“Hey, no.” Charlotte buts herself into the conversation. “I don't wanna force anyone to talk about painful stuff for my gains.” 

“It’s okay… I’m pretty sure part of the theatre troupe knows it anyway. Besides, maybe it will be better for me mentally if more people know?” 

She starts recalling her story from back when she still acted alongside Fontinalia Group. 

“At some point, somebody began to stalk me… Think like letters and pictures of me outside the troupe being left in my bag, locker… I think we found razors in there one time?” 

“Holy shit, that sounds terrifying,” Charlotte says, her eyes wide with shock. In all honesty, her reaction mirrors all of the girls from the tabletop troupe club. 

“Did you report it to university authorities?”

“Oh yeah, we did,” Lyney answers. “Department authorities, the troupe management.” 

“In the end, they said they couldn’t do much about it. With no evidence, there was ‘no need’ to look into security footage.” 

“What about the police?” [Y/N] chimes in. “Personally, razors being left in my locker sounds like an obvious threat to my well-being.” 

“Unfortunately…” Clorinde begins to answer her. “Police are unlikely to start a case unless there are visible injuries on the victim. The same goes for a lack of protective/no-contact order.” 

“Yeah…” Furina agrees. “All in all, I decided to leave the troupe… which seemingly ended the stalking?” 

“My heart goes out to you, Furina.” Navia moves closer to the girl. “Nobody should have to fear for their safety—“ 

Suddenly, a phone lights up — a cute black cat inside of a magician’s cat on a wallpaper flashing everyone. 

“New notification from discord: Neuvillette is now streaming solitaire” A mechanical, text-to-speech says, sending everyone into laughter — Furina included. 

“WHY DO YOU HAVE TEXT TO SPEECH NOTIFICATIONS?!” Charlotte asks, laughing in between the words. 

Lyney can barely breathe, from how much he’s laughing at the situation happening. 

“Holy fuck, I didn’t even know I have that on!” 

By the time the board game night ends, it’s already after midnight. Clorinde has graciously offered Furina, Lyney and Lynette a ride home during a game of monopoly. It seems she’s about to act upon her promise now. 

“Thank you so much for coming!” [Y/N] says, giving a hug to all the girls. “Please let me know when you get home. It will ease my heart a lot.” 

“Will do, bye girls!” 

“Cya!” 

“I’m unsure what to do next... I can't see any other possibilities.” 

“I dunno if your eyesight is just getting worse, or it’s due to the time right now,” Wriothesley answers. “You can move the entire deck on your second batch that starts from red 8 to that black nine on the 5th batch”

“Oh, you’re right.”

The door to Furina and Neuvilette’s flat opens up, followed by the sound of closing the door. Well, there may also be a sound of stuff rolling around and a tiny curse. 

“Furina just got home. She tripped on something.”

“I HEARD THAT!” 

“Good to know she’s back. Only Lyney’s left.” 

Soon afterwards Furina joins the voice call, the last member of the beverage gang mere minutes behind her.

“What is up gamerssss— oh you’re still playing solitaire?” 

“I am.” 

“Good to know you also made it home — remember to tell [Y/N] we did,” Furina says, not even opening the stream. She still has some work to be done this late into the night. 

Lyney can be heard shouting said request to Lynette, who doesn’t even answer back. All he gets is a simple phone message saying she did so. 

“[Y/N] wishes us a good night!” 

“Please tell me, you didn’t get home on foot.” 

“Clorinde and Navia gave us a ride, don’t stress out, Dad.” Lyney chimes in, still thinking about what to play. “Should I try and rank in League tonight?” 

“Honestly, no. Your brain rots whenever you have to go against Yasuo.” 

“Not my fucking fault that bitch has wind wall… Whoever thought that skill was a good idea deserves to play Yuumi mid against him.” 

“I’m with Wrio on this one…” Furina sighs. “Also, speaking of Clorinde and Navia…” Furina starts recounting some of the information they have learned the past evening. She doesn’t have any malicious intent by doing that, just making sure her friends are aware of what’s been happening.

“So people are going missing… and they’re all connected to that wicked troupe of yours?” Neuvillette asks as if she didn’t just say they did.

“And one of the journalism majors is doing a full fucking investigation into that.” Lyney chimes in. 

“I know I should’ve punched that fucking bitch back when you were leaving, Furu.”

She only sighs in response.

𝑇𝐴𝐺𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇 — OPEN

@state-of-grac3 @santaluna @meigalaxy @romyoia @meurtreofcrows @floweringanna @moonjellyfishie

for the people who's @ are in italics, it's because for some reason whenever I tag you it just doesn't show up whenever I save the chapter...

date of posting — august 10th 2024

[sparrowrye]

Announcements 📣

So there it is my little devils. 76 chapters and 7 months later, we have finished!

I have some unique shoutouts but stick around because there’s more info at the bottom!

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Of course, can’t forget my anonymous 🥩 who was there to submit in depth thoughts about my work early on, giving me the courage and inspiration to keep going. Hope you enjoyed your meal :P

And most importantly, to the ~65 individuals who liked each of my posts. And especially to the ~16 who watched and waited for the climax parts to come out in real time. Without your likes, I would feel alone. Thank you for the support!

****and if I missed you, please message me! But I'm pretty sure I got everyone

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Now, sappy stuff aside.

I’m not done writing delicious Alastor works, BUT I do plan on making them significantly shorter than Demi Demon. I love novels but man, that was tough. I’m trying to focus more on longer chapters in fewer amounts. I’ve got work, my masters, friends, a side project, and my own WIP I’m trying to finish too!

At some point this week, you will get another announcement revealing the title, vibe, and summary of my next story. It’s currently being hammered and plotted so I’m going to wait to finalize everything before I let you know. My only hint: take a look at the results of all my polls

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Specifically on Demi Demon.

I want to become a published author and I believe fanfiction is a way to play around and develop experience/skill for writing and storytelling. So I’m asking all of you to return the favor and submit an anonymous form where you’ll tell me your thoughts (good and bad) on Demi Demon.

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Enjoy the peace as we transition stories because I’ll be back to make you love and cry all over again!

~ Sparrow

[charmac]

curious - do you think rcg may have had any notion that they may seriously explore the possibility of mac being gay in s6 era? s5 functionally lays the majority of groundwork for the subtext that they evolved into canonical text and s6 opens with mac fights gay marriage and imo mac is pretty heavily gay coded throughout that season. however, s7 totally makes me believe they hadn’t really considered it, because mac’s gay subtext is almost completely nonexistent, bar the flashback from s6 in 7x10. he is overtly “straight” that season. clearly by s8 it’s fully canon and one of the most logical next steps they could’ve taken with his character in retrospect, but i have always wondered if many of the choices in s6 wrt mac’s sexuality becoming increasingly more ambiguous were deliberate and i’m curious about your perspective.

I do 100%! I've definitely spoken about this before... I'm not sure if it was here or a Discord or maybe even an in-person conversation, but I've always thought it was so insane how they tell you Mac and Dennis Break Up is romantic in some sense. They are realising that their codependency is more than some "bromance" and it spooks them (obviously, really more-so Dennis).

I think acknowledging it on TASP isn't a surprise, but the fact that it's stated in the DVD commentary, before they even filmed S6, makes it clear that this was intentional foundation they intended to work off of. When Dee shatters the glass closet by stating Dennis' codependency with Mac is viewed as an "old married couple" situation, it fucks Dennis up way more than Mac, because Mac is unable to recognise the queerness of their relationship while Dennis can.

Once they make up, they've established something in the writers room going forward for Mac & Dennis that they clearly want to keep a part of their dynamic (again, as reaffirmed on the MADBU TASP episode): they are gay for each other. But they're not going to (mutually) recognise or accept it, because that ruins the joke.

So, in my opinion, they go into Season 6 really digging into that dynamic and playing on the joke by pushing against it: Dennis recognises the issue of being into Mac internally so he needs a wife; Mac recognises the issue of being gay externally so he needs to fight the gays. No doubt in my mind that throughout S6 they were writing and acting with this idea - though probably with no firm idea of where they wanted it to end up.

So we get to Season 7, and your point is the reason why Season 7 is one of my least favourite Seasons as a coherent part of Sunny (keeping in mind the flashbacks in How Mac Got Fat are just a scrapped S6 episode, reworked) - it seems to ignore a lot of the build up in order to make funny stand-alone episodes of the show. Was it because of Fat Mac? (Only one identity at a time for Mac, pls!) Is it because they had a chunk of guest writers? Is it because they thought there was a large chance it was the final season of the show? (They've talked about how when they shot the final scene for S7 (HS Reunion) it was under the idea that they might not get renewed)

Probably only RCG truly know (and maybe they don't even remember). As for me, while I don't think it was necessarily deliberate, like they sat down and said "actually lets roll back the gay [Mac] stuff here..." my idea is that going into S7 they hadn't yet figured out (or couldn't agree) if/how they wanted to make Mac's homosexuality crystal clear.

Maybe they dropped it for a season before deciding... or maybe this downtime served a purpose, because the reveals on Sunny serve one main goal: Subvert expectations.

Going from S5/6 to 8 is very obvious. That is a closeted gay guy. BUT when you have S7 cut in there in the middle, this working-season where they kind of play hard into Mac's aggressive temper and his stupidity and the fact that he's a voyeur, it's a little less-so. You're hit with Season 8 and that attempted kiss kind of comes out of nowhere and then every episode following has some kind of Mac is GAY moment and it's just extremely funny... Like, oh holy shit he's gay and he can't even recognise it.

But that gap does kinda throw you off like, was this a decision once they got renewed going forward that they needed one of them to be obviously gay based on their history? I really don’t think so, the foundation seems too intentional and the evidence we have that RCG acknowledged the character’s queerness (of all them) back then is enough to have me firmly believe the S6 stuff was just further groundwork for Mac’s character and his and Dennis’ opposing relationship

[saintgoths]

could you pls write more siren or divine feminine works for Joel pls!!

thx

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏʀᴇʟᴇɪ

thank you anon! didnt think there'd be people who would've liked the siren and wanted more of it, so here's more!

POSSESSIVE!JOEL X SIREN!READER - THE LORELEI.

[PART TWO TO THE SIREN].

WORD COUNT - 3,144.

RATING - 18+ [slightly supernatural themes, kissing, pet-name, oral sex fem and mass receiving, rough oral sex, face-fucking, over-stimulation, rough-sex].

SUMMARY - joel and ellie didnt think they would see you again, but you're back in their lives and joel shows you how much he has missed you.

if you want to join a the last of us discord/joel miller discord here you go! 𓆩♡𓆪

if this reaches 75 notes i'll do a part three, which would be the last part of the siren series :)

Ellie had believed she was hallucinating just after the moment her eyes rested upon the character she adhered she would never see again; it had been a handful of months since Ellie and Joel had settled in Jackson and the young girl had moved into the garage of the Miller man’s home and had been enjoying and relishing the peace and space Joel had offered her, although she had liked her peace there was much moments of time when she’d appear in Joel’s home to get something she didn’t have in her little lodge.

Ellie had immediately recognised the woman as the woman she and Joel had met in the beach, and she was taken aback from seeing her once more, she had remembered a conversation Joel shared with Tommy about new people moving in and Ellie was excited on meeting new people, there had even been a moment she’d jokingly tell Joel “what if it was this person we met that was moving in,” to get a reaction from the older man, hence much of their interactions with strangers during their previous missions were not the greatest.

Seeing you again was the last thing she’d imagined and when the auburn-haired girl was sure that it was you, she was seeing, she had at once reported the information back to her old man.

“You’re seeing stuff Ellie,” he dismissed as he continued his carving works in the studio of his home, he had attempted to pretend that he didn’t care if you were really here or not but Ellie had briskly caught the stunned look embedded into his eyes and tugged on his flannel.

“I promise you, since I’m younger and have better vision, I’m pretty sure what I’m seeing was correct,” Ellie obnoxiously pleaded as she let go of Joel’s flannel, the older man put down his unfinished work. “You can see for yourself, she’s near the gates and she’s speaking to Tommy.”

Frustrated, Joel had sighed and gave into Ellie’s pleads and took the assignment to see you for himself, Ellie had informed Joel that she’d catch up to him soon and had teasingly told Joel that she would give him alone time with you which he had rolled his eyes at.

After he had made way to where you and Tommy must’ve been, he could see the night he shared with you flash in his eyes. His eyes appeared brighter as they usually seemed, mesmerised by seeing you again and honestly, happy, he stepped into the conversation you shared with Tommy and instantly shook your hand. “Hey, [Y/N],” he attentively greeted, his grip around your paw slightly strong while your eyes glistened, captivated that you were adequate on seeing him once more.

“Joel,” you had whispered whilst Tommy in the background hastily recognised that the both of you were familiar with one another.

“You know each other?” Tommy curiously inquired as Joel finally let go of your hand, you had moved your hands into your back pockets and nodded your head in response to Tommy’s question.

Awkwardly, Joel rubbed his hands as he gathered the idea of how he could tell Tommy why and how you and him were familiar with one another. “Yeah, she—um, helped Ellie and I with some stuff when we were on our way to—um, the Fireflies.”

“So, that’s where you two were going?” You asked Joel, somewhat surprised that they were once on their way to a terrorist group.

“Uh, yeah, we had some business…” Joel replied as he gracelessly glanced at Tommy who stared right back at him, “that we needed to handle.”

You had raised the both of your eyebrows, dearly inquisitive to why a young girl like Ellie had business with a terrorist group like the Fireflies. “And did it go well?” You curiously inquired and such after you had caught the brisk shared glances Tommy and Joel mutually shared with each other ere they rebounded their gaze towards you.

“Yeah, it went well,” Joel hastily answered during the moment he scratched the back of his head, his brisk movement a sign for you to drop the question which you had kindly respected. “I’m surprised to see you here; I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

With a smirk, Tommy lifted himself from the wall he had been leaning on, his current crossed arms had been untied as he beckoned his head towards his brother as a sign of him having to leave, “I’m busy, take the task of showing her around, would you?” Tommy asked as he patted his hand on Joel’s shoulder, earnest to take on the chore, Joel bid his brother a goodbye who then turned to face you and comically winked before he left the both of you.

You had learned that Joel was the older brother between him and Tommy and learned that the people of Jackson were nice but very nosy and chatty. Joel had also realised that the clothing you were exposed your body less compared to the last time he has seen you, you had worn a black flannel shirt that cuddled your body and tight dark blue jeans that retained and hugged your buttocks, if Joel was being honest to himself, there was many times he had stolen a look to view the shape of your behind.

“Nostalgic?” You teasingly questioned the moment you had seized him from examining your body.

Candidly he was, reminiscent of the shared intimate moment you two shared with each other that night, it had caused him to become heavily flustered. “Where did you go?” He gravely questioned, greatly curious and suspicious on to where you had left the moment both him and Ellie woke up, yet, before you could come up with a lie for your ocean adventures, you had been greeted by a citizen of Jackson who openly shook your hand, delighted and moved from seeing you. Besides from the fact that you were a new townswoman, just how Joel discerned from you, someone who was alluring and mesmerising, he couldn’t be shocked when he noticed other people had easily been taken in by you, pulled by your presence and aura.

He could see with the way the more citizens that had greeted you, the stronger the flirtation was, and what had frustrated Joel was how you had played into their romantic pursue, you had kindly smiled, giggled, played with your hair and acted as if he weren’t there. Nevertheless, who was he to be jealous? Who was he to be possessive? He had barely known you but he had known you better than these people who tried romantically engage with you, he had seen you naked, had been inside you, felt you, touched you in ways these townsmen haven’t before.

You weren’t his, barely his, but there was something about you he couldn’t figure out, something about you that had him hooked every time you spoke, laughed or breathed. He viewed you as untouchable, and so forth, to watch these people think they have a chance with you had driven him to a quiet state of repulsion and antipathy. It might’ve been a selfish side of him that had him in this circumstance, in a situation where he felt like it was only right for him to speak to you the way the others had, although, as much as he tried to dismiss his envious nature of him being silly, there was with drastic primal shadow that had hugged him into the greedy essence once more.

“Thank you so much for introducing yourself,” you had smiled at the newest company who had not too long ago replaced the previous one, this current person was more evident of their attraction towards you and it had caused Joel to have this hollow feeling inside his chest.

He couldn’t believe himself; he has never felt this way for someone, he had ought to blame you, there was this characteristic about you that was unreal and it was killing him. Just as the current person had left, he had thought he could finally have you to himself, but he was defeated when Ellie arrived, with her upbeat nature, happy to freshly see you and happy that she was correct, she had looked at Joel with a knowing look on her face, cheerful on his defeat. “See! I was right all along!”

“Where did you go?” Ellie hastily questioned, “Joel and I both joked about how you left us to go to the ocean.”

You had brought yourself to laugh at her comment, you hadn’t thought that they would be acutely curious to where you have left them. However, you had the pattern of leaving people lonely and confused, “something like that,” you vaguely agreed.

Although, it seemed like Ellie didn’t want to let you off so easily, her eyes wide with curiosity she had brought herself closer to your figure, as if to read into you and figure out herself. “But, where did you go?” Ellie desperately questioned, “you left us confused.”

Stunned, you had opened your mouth unaware of what to say, you barely had to explain your whereabouts to people because they were never able to see you again as to Ellie and Joel who had the privilege to be in your presence once more. With your hands in your back pockets, you had looked at Joel then at Ellie who were mutually curious, though, Joel had noticed the stuck look you hand and had shrugged off Ellie’s question then beckoned his head towards the younger girl. “She doesn’t need to open up yet, how about you go and play with your friends?”

Disappointed, Ellie had dropped her shoulders, you had felt bad that you couldn’t explain to her where you left to. Nevertheless, Ellie had complied to Joel and left the two of them to search for her friends after she had bid the both of you a goodbye.

Afterwards, Joel resumed on giving you a tour of Jackson until the both of you had ended up near his home, he was proud of his large lodge, compared to much people who lived here, Joel’s home was one of the biggest ones. It had made sense, he was a brother-in-law to the owner of Jackson, Maria, who was married to his younger brother, Tommy.

“I want to look inside,” you lightly proposed, your eyes had glistened in view of the large cabin, there was an energy about it that had blared Joel and it had made you want to sink yourself inside it.

“Sure.”

Smoothly, he had led you inside of his home and you had eventually pulled your hands out of your back pockets to comfort yourself in the air of Joel’s cabin, it was an open space, and it had at least two floors, it had been a long time since you have been inside an appropriate and adequate home, well, the motel was nice, but the pressure of Joel’s home had easily welcomed you with its invisible arms to the point that you had wanted to stay in here forever.

“I like your home,” you turned to look at Joel who sheepishly scratched the back of his head and thanked you. “I’m staying in a motel for now, it’s okay, but I really like the feeling of your home---”

“Are you really planning to stay?”

His question was abrupt but there was something about his inquire that made it seem like he hoped for you to stay. You had eventually smiled at his query and gestured with your head, “yeah, I’m planning to stay here.”

“Wouldn’t you miss the ocean?” Joel jokingly asked and you couldn’t help but laugh at his dumb question.

“Yeah, I would, but I think it’s best for me to settle down in a real home y’know? Not just some beaches…” you trailed off and to take the attention of you, you had curtly turned your head towards Joel with a cocky look, “plus, I didn’t want you to miss me for too long.”

Surprised, Joel stared back at you and he could feel his heart skip a beat. “You believe I missed you?” He joked back and you had dramatically clicked your tongue.

“Of course,” you winked, “and I believe that you even want to relieve the night we shared.”

Perhaps you should’ve rethought your response, perchance it was the right thing to say, however, you had detained the latter was the right answer the moment you had returned into the arms of Joel Miller and had engulfed in each other’s taste, your lips locked and your left thigh between both of his legs as you stroked the clothed hard cock that had pleaded to be let out.

You were quick to have your hands down his pants, after you had unbuckled his belt, you were on your knees, hand tight around his shaft and tongue eager to taste his tip and pre-cum, Joel’s hand had easily found its way into your locks as you caressed and savoured his tip, your mouth eventually closed around his cock and your head ambitious and keen on bobbing up and down to please the man who stalked over you.

His moans were breathy, and his body stiff on your touch, he had guided the speed of your sucking, eyes closed and his emotions flustered, he had thought about how anyone could walk in and catch the both of you in the act, yet, there was something about being caught with you, that had aroused him. Possibly, it was because he had quickly recorded how many people already wanted you, so to be known as the man who had your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock made him feel powerful.

“Just like that,” he shakingly whispered, “God, just like that,” he whined, his grip tight around your hair in attempt to retain himself from losing control and copulating your throat. Yet, it was that primal nature that had taken over him once more, the animalistic nature that had him fucking your mouth so choppy to the point tears had been forced out of your eyes, you hadn’t stopped him, that rude and tousled behaviour had moved you, your cunt had been antsy for his cock over his rough act, you had looked up at him, your fingers dug into his thighs while you openly allowed Joel to take control of your cock-sucking.

“Just like that princess,” he whined, “my princess,” he cynically repeated, “have your mouth open like that, such a good princess,” he loudly moaned while he released his hot load down your throat, he had pulled out his cock and grabbed you by your chin and pulled your back to your feet, his lips recurred to your mouth, both mutual to the taste of his cum, he had picked you up and carelessly walked to his table ere he had placed you against the wooden object.

With your stomach against the table, he had pulled down your tight jeans and briskly whacked your buttocks harshly before he had hauled down your panties, revealing the cunt he had desperately missed the moment you had left him at the beach.

You were disgustingly wet, you had felt yourself pulsing for the requirement of his dick inside you, but he had to be so much of a tease, with the way his mouth toyed with your pearl and licked and lapped your cunt, your face against the kitchen furniture and your hands cloaked around your breast, you had severely whined and moaned in response of his tongue taking care of you.

You had rolled your hips in sync of his muscle that had played and entertained with your hot opening, your cries and moans choked as he overstimulated you with his tongue in the way that he had continuously made you cum again and again. You couldn’t even understand where you were with the way he had used you with just his mouth, your body weak by his touch that all you could do was hopelessly moan and cry in lewd pleasure as your body shook in response of his behaviour.

He had finally let go of you, his teeth brushed the bottom of his lips as he roughly groped your buttocks with his large right hand while he levelled his cock with his other against your pussy, as he slid himself inside of you, his right hand had found its way inside your hair again, pulling you close to him, his chest against your clothed back while he ferociously fucked your pussy.

You had rolled your eyes back, your gasp stunned and body bawdy and vulgar for more, “you like that?” He muttered against your ear, his lips pressed against the side of your face, knowledgeable that his rough actions had caused you to form into a speechless and incoherent state, “you like the way I fuck you?”

You had whined in response, drunk in bliss and pleasure, as you had gathered the strength to speak again you had held onto his wrist, eyes glistened with tears, you had shut them and allowed the hot water works to roll down your cheeks. “Yes,” you loudly moaned, near your climatic state, you had hollowed yourself around him and had dropped your body and rebounded against the table, “I love the way you fuck me,” you shamelessly moaned just as you had released yourself all over him, your state drunk and dumb while you had allowed Joel to score and mate with your figure.

It must’ve been the fact that he was able to have you and others couldn’t, it must’ve been the fact that he had watched you flirt with other people in front of him and act like he was nothing that had drove him to use your body like a mad man. Though, there was something about you being hard to retain that he liked, because as much as you would behave mysterious and cryptic, in the end, it was him that had caused you to be in a sex buzzed state.

He had drawn himself out of your body and orgasmed against your buttocks, he had fucked you disorderly before, still, today he had stamina he thought he wouldn’t have again. During the time you had pulled your panties and jeans back to your body, Joel leaned back and caught his breath.

“I need to return back to the motel,” you muttered while you had attempted to fix your appearance.

Joel tiredly laughed at your behaviour, “you definitely like to fuck and dip,” he mumbled while he picked up his clothes and pulled them on, you had acclaimed that the older person was tired and gently simpered.

“Well at least this time, you can find me and fuck me again,” you commented ere you had left his home.

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[morbific-or-felicific]

-OPIA Featuring Albedo

Meaning: The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable

Word Count: 2.3k~

Description: You start to get needy while your boyfriend is on a discord call with his friends(Kazuha and Xiao) and he decides to help you out

Edited By: @pretty-princess-peach

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You were half asleep sitting on your boyfriend's lap with your face buried in his chest while he continued to talk to his friends over a discord call about how they kept dying in whatever game they were all playing. You had come over to see Albedo earlier in the evening as soon as you were free since it had been at least four or five days since you had actually seen him and not just talked to him over the phone because he had apparently been far too busy working on some important university thing. Anyways, it had been way too long since you had last seen your boyfriend and you missed him and his cock so much.

For now though, you were perfectly happy to cuddle your boyfriend while he drank coffee and played his games with his friends. You didn’t even mind the random yelling and cursing you could hear coming from Xiao his teammates. But other than that, it was quite relaxing to sit in his lap and listen to his heart beat. In your defense, it had been awhile since you’d seen him, so it wasn’t your fault that hearing him criticize his teammates over every little thing that they had done wrong during the previous rounds turned you on a little.

While you listened to Albedo strategizing with his friends, you started to let your mind wander back to the last time you two had seen each other. You were thinking about how good he’d fucked you and how you couldn’t even walk the next day…at least he had made you breakfast that morning to make up for it :). As you let your mind run, you had subconsciously started lightly squeezing your thighs around your boyfriend's legs and shifting slightly on his lap. Of course, the ever perceptive Albedo noticed this almost immediately. He smiled and laughed softly to himself, deciding that it would likely be a good idea to check on you after he was done this round.

After the round was finally over, Albedo picked up his coffee and muted himself so he could talk to you.

“Are you okay, love? What’s going on?” You weren’t sure what you’d done to cause him to check on you, but hey it’s nice to finally have him talking directly to you :).

“I’m okay, why?” Albedo laughed again at the fact that you hadn’t even noticed what you’d been doing.

“Come on, there’s nothing at all wrong? Remember I can’t help you if you don't tell me.”

“I’m just…thinking about things.”

“Oh?”

“Shut up.”

“What, do you miss me love? :)”

“...A little bit. It’s been awhile since we uh…you know.”

“Aw baby.”

“Nevermind, okay?”

“No it's fine love, just…” Albedo set down his coffee and paused for a second as a small smile made its way onto his face.

“Do you want some help, darling?”

You nodded dumbly at him while he continued to smile softly at you. His hands gently made their way up your thighs, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and off of you. A shiver ran through you as one of his hands traveled up to cup your face and bring you into a soft kiss. You sat there for a moment, just feeling how warm and close your boyfriend was. You could feel his hand, still warm from holding his coffee, gently holding your face and running a thumb softly across your cheek.

Finally, you refocused on the kiss, starting to move your mouth in sync with his. God you wished he wasn’t wearing his stupid headset. You wanted to run your hands through his hair so bad. After a few more minutes, Albedo moved his other hand under your skirt to circle two fingers around your little bundle of nerves, making you whine into the kiss. His fingers caused you to melt into him, just a little bit.

After that, you decided to break off the kiss between the two of you in favour of burying your face into your boyfriend's chest. You tried taking a deep breath, trying to ground yourself as best as you could, but it really wasn’t doing much more than making Albedo chuckle at what a mess you were becoming.

Moving you up and off of his chest, he grabbed the bottom edge of your shirt and tugged it up enough that you could help him pull it over your head. He fiddled with the clasp at the back of your bra until he finally got it off of you. He pushed two fingers into your core and started lazily thrusting them in and out of you. The fact that you could already tell you were going a little bit dumb for your boyfriend was somewhat mortifying to you. However, what was even more mortifying was watching as Albedo unmuted himself. You had almost forgotten that he had been playing games up until a few moments ago. However, you were now incredibly aware of the shouting coming through his headphones.

“The fuck Albedo! Where did you go?!”

“Sorry about that. I was having some technical difficulties.” Oh you definitely wanted to slap that stupid smirk off of his pretty face, and you would have if you weren’t so anxious about making noise.

“It’s fine Albedo, don’t worry about it.”

“The fuck do you mean it’s fine?! He’s been gone for ten minutes!”

“Calm the fuck down you idiot”

“I’m fucking calm Kazuha!...Asshole.”

“Are you ready to play another round then?”

“I think my computer is still acting up a bit, it’s probably better if you guys play the next round or two without me.”

“Oh come on!”

“Sounds good.”

By now you were sitting back with one of your hands covering your mouth, praying it’d help minimize the noises you were making while your other hand was braced against Albedo's chest. You would’ve just hidden your head in his chest like before; however, that was no longer an option as you were doing whatever you possibly could to stay as far from his mic as possible.

You assumed incorrectly that Albedo had also wanted you to stay unheard and that you weren’t exactly alone in that goal. However, when you felt his fingers curl inside of you at just the right spot, causing you to let out a very obvious moan, you had to assume he knew exactly what he was doing.

“The actual fuck are you doing over there Albedo?”

“Yeah, this time I would also like to know.” You could hear Kazuha laugh lightly.

“What are you two referring to?”

Hearing him playing dumb was painful, or it would have been if you could actually focus on listening to him talking and not his fingers starting to move faster inside of you.

“Hmm well if we need to ask more clearly, where did that moan come from Albedo?”

“Yeah and why did you sound like a fucking girl?!”

“Xiao that’s not…never mind.”

You could barely process any of what was being said as you could feel the knot in your stomach about to snap. You leaned your head back, your hand still covering your mouth while your lovely boyfriend moved his thumb to circle around your clit. Another clear moan left you as you felt yourself about to tip over the edge.

“Oh, fuck! Albedo!”

You couldn’t keep yourself quiet as the knot in your tummy suddenly snapped, and an electric warmth shot through your body. Your back arched, and you tried to ground yourself by grabbing handfuls of your boyfriend's sweater as yet another careless moan left your lips.

“Okay, what the fuck was that, Albedo?!”

“Hah, are you having fun over there?”

“Hmm, are we having fun, darling?” Albedo looked at you inquisitively. There’s no way he actually wanted you to answer right now…right?

“Come on love, you haven’t gone completely stupid for me have you? I thought you could do better than that.” He was pouting mockingly at you.

“W-we’re having fun.” God you sounded pathetic. You were going to kill him after this.

“Wait Albedo, do you have a girl with you?”

“How did you not…?”

“Oh fuck off Kazuha!”

Another little smile appeared on your boyfriend's face.

“You guys wanna talk to her?” Oh no.

“Are you gonna let us?” Fuck.

“Wait, who are we talking to?”

“His fucking girlfriend you moron!”

“Oh!…Oh...hah sure.” Shit.

Albedo took his fingers from inside of you before he made a little show of licking them clean. You really were going to kill him. After he was done with his stupid little display, Albedo lifted his headset off of himself and placed it onto you.

“Aaaand there she is. :) ” Well at least now you could touch his hair.

It was already humiliating enough to know that they could hear you on occasion while they talked to Albedo before, but it was even more humiliating to know that now they could hear every sound you made. Your boyfriend, however, didn’t seem all that concerned, as he was already busy fiddling with his belt.

“Are you not going to talk to them, my love?” At this point, you were genuinely considering hitting him.

“What, are you afraid of us, beautiful?”

“Aww maybe she is, that’s cute.”

“I’m not scared. I’m just…uh…”

“Nervous?” You could tell he was smirking.

“Uhm…yeah.”

Albedo had finally gotten his belt off and now had one hand resting on your waist while the other was wrapped around his cock. He still had a stupid smile painted onto his face as he tugged you over a little more in order to line himself up with your center. He moved to have both hands resting on your waist before starting to push himself into you. You rested your head on your boyfriend's shoulder the best you could and knotted your hands in his hair, the feeling of him entering you making you whimper.

You tried to stay as quiet as you could while Albedo split you open on his cock, but you couldn’t help the little moans and whines becoming audible as you sank down further. Meanwhile, the near constant stream of comments coming from Xiao interspersed with random praise coming from Albedo and Kazuha coming almost every time you let out a little sound was making everything all the more overwhelming.

“Aw pretty girl you’re doing so well.”

“Whining all nice for us.”

“Fuck love, you’re taking me so good.”

You heard Albedo let out a soft moan as you felt him finally bottoming out inside of you. You let your body fully relax into him while he ran a comforting hand up and down your back for a moment, letting you adjust to having him all the way inside of you. After a few moments of that, you felt his hands come to rest on your hips, lifting you up slightly.

“Can you not handle it, beautiful? Is it too much for you?”

Albedo shifted slightly before snapping his hips up into you, causing any response you would have given to come out as a mix of moans and babbling. Before you could try again, he started fucking into you at a steady pace, bouncing you up and down his cock. You really were trying to form a coherent response. It wasn’t your fault that your boyfriend had made it his personal goal to fuck you until you couldn’t think, let alone speak.

You pulled on your boyfriend's hair in some lame attempt to get him to slow down only causing him to moan again and speed up a little bit. It was all you could do to hold onto Albedo as best you could while the sound of your skin connecting filled the room and the boys in his headset continued to coo at you.

“Aw, you really fucked the brains right out of the poor girl didn’t you ‘Bedo?”

“Little slut’s probably used to it anyways.”

“Think she’s used to being used til she’s stupid?”

“What, do you really think she isn’t?”

“Hmm no, I think you’re likely correct.”

“Bet she begged him to fuck her while he talked to us.”

“Aw she wouldn't do that, would she? She’s such a good girl.”

All you could do was let out little whines, barely comprehending what they were saying as you were bounced up and down on your boyfriend's dick. With everything feeling so overwhelmingly good, you could feel yourself starting to quickly approach your high again, and before too long you could feel Albedo’s thrusts beginning to fall off rhythm.

“Fuck, lovely, I think I’m gonna cum. Do you want me to fill you up? Hmm?”

“Please fill me up, ‘Bedo need it so bad ‘m so close!”

“Mmm fuck, okay darling, gonna take it so good for me, right?”

“Yes! Gonna be so good ‘Bedo, promise!”

His hands tightened on your hips as he brought you closer to the edge. You could feel the coil in your tummy about to snap as he slammed into you again.

“‘Bedo fuck I’m cumming!”

“Me too love, fuck.”

As electricity rushed through you for the second time that night, you could feel Albedo’s cum warm your insides as he fucked you both through your orgasms. As you both came down from your highs, he reached behind you to his mouse and without much warning hung up on his two friends before removing his headset from you as you lay on his chest, starting to fall asleep.

“Are you okay my love? I wasn’t too hard on you was I?”

“Mmm no, it was nice. ‘m just sleepy…”

“Do you want to go lay down in my bed, love?”

“Only if you come with me.” You looked up at him with big pleading eyes.

“Of course.”

You whined a little as he lifted you off of him, scooping you in his arms before standing up and carrying you to the bed. He laid you down before going to get a warm cloth to clean you up with, but by the time he returned, you were already fast asleep in his bed.

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[sincerely-sofie]

I saw your tag about meeting your boyfriend because of posting on Tumblr and I'm very curious as to how that happened. Like, did you find each other's blogs, saw you had stuff in common and met up IRL? What happened? Please give us details (if you're willing to talk about it, no worries if not!)

Also, for a boyfriend tag, may I suggest... Calcium. Cuz you're a skeleton and calcium makes bones stronger... I'll see myself out

(Referencing the tags of this post)

Oh my gosh. Buddy you have just opened up Pandora’s box. Brace yourself for the most adorable couple origin story ever.

He followed me fairly early on into the process of me posting my work on Tumblr. I don’t remember exactly, but I think my TPiaG mini comic “Heart-to-Heartbreak” was the first post he ever reblogged from me. After that, he was super enthusiastic and involved with my blog and engaged with basically every post I ever made. This guy was one of THE followers of my work— if I posted something, he was always there to like it and share super thoughtful commentary or hilarious jokes.

I absolutely adored him even back then, and we had barely exchanged a handful of messages on Tumblr where he thanked me for inspiring him to get back into art and writing, and I blubbered about how meaningful that was to me. We eventually followed each other on Spotify and I think that’s about the point when I really should have realized I had it bad for him. I was CONSTANTLY rambling to my mom about how much I wanted to be this internet stranger’s best friend, but I was super hesitant because our family has been huge on online stranger danger and never really talking to anyone unless you know exactly who they are in real life. I’m an adult and all, yeah, but I was still super anxious about internet strangers at large— though he never once made me uncomfortable or wary :>

Eventually, he made a goofy post about it being his birthday, and I bolted to tell my mom about that and how I didn’t have enough time that day to polish up any content of his favorite characters I’ve written and post it as a gift for him. I was utterly distraught and pretty much full-on monologuing to my ever-so patient mother about how much I wanted to befriend this man and how amazing he was and how shy I felt about the matter, and she looked me dead in the eyes and told me to ask him if he wanted to message each other more and get to know each other better.

I sent him a message over Tumblr, we exchanged Discord usernames, and I’m pretty sure it was just over a week of messaging and getting to know each other more and more every day later when he told me he thought he was in love with me— to which I very eloquently rattled off a bunch of nonsense that ended in “I don’t know how to communicate this other than by saying ‘dude, same’.”

After that, we’ve only gotten more and more mutually obsessed. Thankfully he’s in the same country as me, and we’re even timezone neighbors, so he’s not on the opposite side of the world— and when I realized some of my household were going on a trip to the same state where he lived for a family wedding, I SCRAMBLED to insert myself into that trip last-minute. We had originally thought that we’d meet up when he could drive to my state (a process that would take a long time because of some complicating factors), but when I realized my family were flying down there, I was practically foaming at the mouth with the thought of seeing him so much sooner. We met up not that long ago and were even able to meet some of each other’s family members (my family absolutely adores him, and I think his likes me a fair bit too, hehe). But listen: when I tell you I adored him before, I was absolutely head-over-heels for him when we met in person. I got to hug him and I had this thought come to mind of “Oh. This is the person I want to marry.” And I’ve never once doubted it :>

During the times we met up we mostly sat around and basked in each other’s presence and stared at each other. I ended up breaking eye contact a lot because I kept getting flustered and also because this man is TALL and I had to periodically rest my neck 😂 I was able to give him some pins I had made of our PMD team that represents us, and my boyfriend. My boyfriend, you guys. He had the gall to send me a screenshot of an eBay listing of the world’s most adorable Snorlax plush weeks before while we were on a call together, bought it immediately after I had said I loved the plush’s face as we hung up, and then GAVE ME IT WHEN WE MET UP.

Look at him. That’s my son now. I was trying to think of what to name the little guy when my toddler niece dubbed him Tummy. My boyfriend approves of the monicker— as he should, because it’s the bestest name for the bestest boy.

TL;DR— He followed me on tumblr, I desperately wanted to be friends with him and sent him my Discord username on his birthday, we exchanged “I love you”s a week later, and I was almost sick on a plane because I was so excited to see him during a trip to his state for a family member’s wedding. We are absolutely obsessed with each other and kind of instantly Knew from the get-go that we’re going to be each other’s Person™️.

As for the tag, I'm not sure I’ll go with it but I’m starting to consider “The Boyfriend Bird Feeder”, because it works out to the acronym BFBF which I find funny, I mainly want to make the tag as a way for him to easily find posts where I’m talking about how amazing he is whenever he needs a pick-me-up (and so people can block the tag if they find me raving about my man so much annoying lol), and his persona that we spent all day yesterday cooking up looks like this:

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okay so i’ve been writing and rewriting how i wanna start this off like for the past— five-ish minutes , and i’m getting nowhere , so 🤷🏻 but , i need advice .

so i guess for context , me n my partner have like a 40-something mile distance between us , and neither of us drive so we can’t just come up and see each other whenever we want , so the only sex we have is over the phone .

but , they’re coming down in april to stay for a couple days . i can’t wait , very fuckin’ excited n happy to see them .

another but , though , is that it’s the first time we’re seeing each other in person . so , nervous as all hell (excited nonetheless though) .

granted , i don’t expect anything to happen in bed , since it’s the first time we’re seeing each other face to face . but , in case something does happen , i’d like to ask if you have any tips on topping/domming . ‘cause the only experience i have with being dominant is over the phone ; i’ve only ever bottomed when i’ve hooked up with people in the past . so any advice would help greatly .

(also , didn’t know where to put this , but i reread your intro n it said to put an age when first sending an ask , and i don’t know if that’s just for the anon discord server or both but just to be safe , im eighteen) ((also , could i be 🦷 anon if that isn’t taken ??))

Hey!! It's okay!! Thank you for adding your age, that's a new rule I've put in, and you did it correctly :3 I've actually been in long distance relationships before, and I completely understand. Tips for domming: PRAISE. Okay, so you clearly (or probably) already know the things that make your partner react, but it all depends on what kind of dom you are.

You could be a soft/service dom, which is more what I am most of the time if I top. I praise a lot, petting their hair, kissing them a lot "You're doing so well, you're so good. Is this okay? Does this feel good?" The other type I am is more of a brat than a dom but mainly mocking/slightly rude, I'm pretty tired so I can't really explain this one but I'm sure you can find stuff about this all over tumblr!!

When topping, you have to ask if things feel good. Constantly check up on them, make sure they're liking everything that's going on, ask before doing something new.

Of course, you could also be a submissive top, which includes all of the things I've listed above but with begging as well, along with the things I've listed for the soft dom, too. I can't think of more stuff, but I know there are, so let me know if there's more you'd like to know <3

[whatacaitastrophe]

Is It Over Now - Chapter 12

Previous Chapter

Chapter Song Inspiration: "The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot" - Brand New

Chapter Warnings: Mystra

Spotify Playlist: Here

Chapter Notes: this is the last chapter of "Is It Over Now!" thank you so much to everyone who has read this fic and liked it, reblogged it, left comments etc. the next installment, "Everything Has Changed" is already on AO3, and i'll start uploading chapters here soon <3

also!! i have a discord server!! it was made to coincide with the twitch channel, but i need more friends to talk about bg3 with so pls come hang. link is above!

Chapter 12: Call Me A Safe Bet, I'm Betting I'm Not

“Astarion, we’re supposed to be packing.” Fallon giggles.

Astarion is also supposed to be in the kitchen, taking stock of what food they have left and how much of it is worth taking with them. Instead, he’s in their bedroom with his arms wrapped around Fallon’s waist from behind, peppering kisses across her neck and shoulders. “We’ve done enough packing for today, I think it’s time we take a well-deserved break.” 

“We just started!” Fallon argues, but she also does nothing to stop Astarion’s hands from slipping beneath the hem of her shirt. 

“We started yesterday.” His fingertips dance lightly over the skin above her trousers underneath her shirt. 

Fallon looks at the clock on the wall and giggles again. “You cheeky fucker, just because we started at half-ten in the evening and it’s now one in the morning does not count as starting to pack yesterday. It’s been two and a half hours!”

“Fallon, darling, I’m starting to think you don’t want to have sex with me. It’s going to give me a complex.” Astarion chuckles and he brushes her hair to the side to nip at the nape of her neck. 

She snorts with laughter when he says that. “Yes, because Ao forbid I try to actually make sure we’re prepared to leave for Velrea in four days,” she says drily, leaning into his touch and tilting her head further to the side to give him better access. “Nevermind that we’ve not gone a single day without having sex since the Winter Solstice.”

Astarion pauses for a moment, and Fallon does not need to look at him to know that her partner is digging through his memory to try and prove Fallon wrong. The dramatic huff following the silence is also telling: he knows she’s right. Not that this deters him at all. Instead the vampire changes tactics. “Well, when I live with the most beautiful woman in all of Faerun, how can I be blamed for wanting her constantly? I mean, what would you do if you were in my position?” His fingers deftly slip beneath the very top of her trousers, skimming over her hips. 

A shiver rolls across Fallon’s body, and she almost, almost, gives in. It’s been two months since the Winter Solstice, and Fallon and Astarion have been insatiable ever since. It’s like finally admitting how much they love each other woke up something inside of the them, and with it came a new level of virility that Lae’zel claimed makes them “impossible to be around for longer than an hour.” Truthfully, Fallon would love nothing more than to stop folding clothes and let Astarion take her right there on top of the freshly laundered pile but they have a deadline to meet. If they want to reach Velrea before the Spring Equinox, they absolutely must leave in four days’ time. 

“If I were in your position, I’d take a cold bath then go back to the kitchen.” She giggles. It is only then that Fallon turns around to face Astarion, and she plants a soft kiss on his lips, then pats his cheek when he pouts. “I promise to make it up to you, my love. I’ll even show you what I bought at Figaro’s when I went shopping with Shadowheart a couple days ago. It’s lacy and pretty, positively sinful and completely impractical for traveling.” Fallon teases him, biting her lip and batting her eyelashes. 

“Wicked woman. Absolutely wicked.” Astarion smirks, kissing her once more. “I’m holding you to that.” 

“I expect nothing less. Now go.” Fallon gently pushes him away from her, playfully smacking his backside as he leaves the room. 

The last time the two of them traveled together it was about as unplanned as it could get, considering they’d both been kidnapped and forced to make due with whatever happened to be on their person at first. Now that they have the time to plan and prepare, Fallon wants to do so. Even with it only being the two of them this time, Fallon easily resumed the leadership role she naturally took on during their adventures from the nautiloid to Baldur’s Gate, and Astarion was happy to let her. He’d even admitted to Fallon that was initially part of why he wanted her to come with him in the first place. “You’re better at making tough decisions than I am. Better at taking the emotions out of it, if you will.” He’d explained. 

Fallon could only hope that she is still able to think that logically in the event they are faced with danger. Things are different now, and there is far more at stake; namely, how far she would be willing to go to keep Astarion safe and to help him get what he wants. Fallon would never say she didn’t love Gale, but she certainly did not love Gale in the way she loves Astarion now. The way she feels about the vampire is soul-deep and all-encompassing. If anything ever happened to Astarion, she would scorch the entire world to save him. 

How is it possible that the two of them had so many clothes? It’s not like they were constantly leaving the suite. Astarion couldn’t unless it was dark outside, and Fallon’s sleep schedule was slightly closer to his these days because of it. When they did leave, it was only to go downstairs to the tavern, or occasionally to Wyll’s. Lae’zel and Shadowheart had returned to Creche K’liir, promising to visit more often, same with Karlach and Halsin back to The Grove. On top of that, when Astarion and Fallon were at home they were naked more than half the time because of their inability to keep their hands off of each other. 

Thank the gods they were clothed this evening, however, because the easy silence that filled the suite was interrupted by the sound of somebody opening a portal in the sitting room. “What the–”

“I seek an audience with Fallon of Baldur’s Gate.” An ominous female voice echoes through the suite, and Fallon freezes. She knows that voice. It’s a voice she’s only ever heard once before, but once was enough for her to know enough. Fallon grabs her sword on her way out of the bedroom, despite knowing that it will likely do little should the owner of the voice pick a fight. Astarion apparently had the same idea, for when they meet in the hallway, Astarion is holding a dagger. Quickly, Astarion kisses Fallon and whispers, “I love you,” before taking a step in front of her protectively as they enter the sitting room. 

At the sight of Mystra, Goddess of Magic, Fallon’s heart rate increases exponentially. She’s even more beautiful than Gale’s memories of her depicted, and on that alone, Fallon understands why Gale walked directly into her trap time and time again. Why in the nine hells is Mystra in her home? She quickly scans the sitting room for Gale, but the demi-god is not present. Fallon looks Mystra in the eyes and swallows as she desperately tries to keep her cool. 

“I can’t say I know what the protocol is when a goddess comes to visit. Am I to bow? Offer you tea? Drop to my knees and pray? Then again, you’re not my goddess, so I suppose I don’t need to do any of those things.” Fallon says cooly, and her grip tightens on her sword.

“Put your weapons away, I did not come here to harm you.” Mystra demands. 

“I’ll believe that when I see it.” Astarion snarls back at her, dagger raised. 

“You will not threaten me, vampire.” Mystra snaps.

“You’re the one who entered my home without an invitation, not the other way around,” He snaps back. “What do you want with Fallon?”

Mystra does not recoil when Astarion refuses to back down, but her presence seems to become less…overbearing, somehow. “I came to congratulate her.” 

Astarion and Fallon look at each other in confusion. “Congratulate me for what?”

“For ruining Gale of Waterdeep’s life.” 

Fallon’s blood goes cold, and her grip on her sword loosens. “What have you done to Gale?”

Mystra lets out a cold laugh. “Oh, it’s not a question of what I’ve done, Fallon of Baldur’s Gate, but a question of what Gale of Waterdeep has done. For you, because of you, however you wish to interpret it.”

Even Astarion is lowering his weapons now, and he takes a step back to hold Fallon’s free hand. Whatever Mystra is about to reveal, it’s definitely not good, and Gale is definitely not okay. “What did he do?” Astarion asks.

Mystra smirks. “Gale of Waterdeep has decided that he no longer wishes to become a god. He claims that if being a god means spending eternity without you in it, then he doesn’t want it.”

Oh no. Fallon’s heart drops into her stomach as she slowly puts the pieces together in her mind. She remembers what Gale said of his bargain with Mystra in order to achieve godhood, and what the stakes were. What the cost would be if he denied Mystra. Astarion must remember, too, because his grip on her hand tightens. 

“I told Gale of Waterdeep the consequences of his choice would be the same now as they were when I first offered him a chance to ascend to godhood. He chose you still. I simply needed to meet the woman who turned my chosen against me so thoroughly face-to-face, and to bring her a gift.” 

Whatever this gift is, Fallon is already certain it’s not much of a gift at all. Not for her, not for Astarion, and most certainly not for Gale. 

Mystra snaps her fingers, and Gale Dekarios is suddenly on the ground at Fallon and Astarion’s feet. He looks up at her weakly, and when he reaches for her, his entire body is shaking. Fallon’s sword hits the ground with a clang and lets go of Astarion’s hand, dropping to her knees in front of Gale.

“What have you done to him, you wretched bitch?!” Fallon screams at Mystra. Fallon reaches for Gale’s body and Astarion is almost immediately at her side, helping her pull Gale closer to them both, wrapping their bodies around Gale to protect him from Mystra. If that’s even possible at this point, as it seems the damage is already done.

“I have not done anything Gale of Waterdeep has not asked for,” Mystra says coldly. “He knew the consequences of defying me, turning his back on me, and chose you anyway, so I bring him to you, Fallon of Baldur’s Gate. For he is your problem now, in all his imperfect, entirely and ordinarily human disgrace.” 

Mystra says nothing else before stepping back through her portal, and Fallon and Astarion watch in shock as it closes. It is only once Mystra is gone that either of them realize Gale is inconsolable. 

“She– she took my magic. Fallon– it’s gone. I can’t feel The Weave anymore. Oh gods. It’s gone!” Fallon pulls as much of Gale into her lap as she can and holds him there as the man she once loved so fiercely completely breaks down. Even after everything Gale has done, he didn’t deserve this punishment. Taking away his access to The Weave was already cruel, but dropping him on his ex-lover’s doorstep? That was especially malicious. 

“It’s gone.” Gale continues to repeat, and Fallon just looks at Astarion desperately. For once, she does not know what to do. 

“Well,” Astarion sighs, and reaches for Fallon’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “I guess I’d better make sure we’ve got enough food for three, then.”

There’s no hesitancy in his voice and Fallon nods in agreement: Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep, mortal, non-magical, and human, is coming with them to Velrea, whether he likes it or not.

Masterlist

[swissboyhisch]

Cupid Cousin

A/N: I didn't reread this after I finished. Pretty sure it all good but it's late for me so I couldn't be bothered. But yay for this being my first imagine written in years!!!

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Reader

Summary: First game against his old team for your cousin. Luckily some of his ex teammates are cute.

Word Count: 1161

Warnings: None I think. Please correct me if I'm wrong.

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You hadn’t seen Taylor in god knows how long. After his trade, it was a struggle being in Newark by yourself. You had moved for college and your cousin was more than happy to have you living closer. But now he had left, you were alone once more. It was only a matter of weeks between you settling into your apartment to the news of Taylor being traded to Boston.

Taylor has his first game against his old team and of course, he wanted you at the Prudential to watch. As much as you loved your cousin, you weren’t a fan of the Bruins. So instead, you dawned your Devils’ Hall jersey. A simple pair of jeans with a hoodie underneath was all you needed. You got there just as the doors opened, two hours before the game. Taylor being Taylor had gotten a glass ticket next to the Devils’ bench.

Boston skated out to do their warmups in front of where you sat. Taylor was quick to spot you, having memorised your seat number. It had been too long since you both had seen each other. He slammed on the glass in front of you. A laugh and wave was exchanged before he noticed one of his favourite ex-teammates skating over to greet him. Nico Hischier and Taylor were close during his time on the Devils. 

Taylor lit up at the sight of Nico skating closer. Both hugged and shared some words. Taylor pointed to you and said a couple words to Nico. The Swiss boy smiled and waved at you. You waved back to him, I mean he was cute, who could deny that. 

As you waited for the stars to be announced, you got a message from Taylor to find a worker in the club section and ask them to take you to the visitors locker room. You had no clue where you were going. The Prudential was a new place for you. The only reason you knew where the club section was because you had come through that to find your seat. 

“Uh, excuse me?” 

The worker turned to you and smiled. “How can I help you?”

“Um, Taylor Hall told me to find a worker to take me to the visitors' change rooms. That's literally all he told me.” You showed her the message then pulled out your ID. Luckily you two shared the last same last name. “I’m sorry, I know it’s weird. I just… It’s all he just told me.”

“Just give me a moment,” The woman apologised. 

You just nod, looking around the bar while she went off to do what she needed. Fans were hanging around having a drink before they went home. She came back with another younger woman who smiled. The new woman looked to be a part of Boston’s crew.

“I was told…”

“Not a problem love, Hall wanted me to take you down, that’s all.”

The walk down to the visitor’s locker wasn’t long, surprisingly. Despite how big the arena actually seemed. She left you standing outside of a locker room, awkwardly by yourself, alone in the corridor. Every now and then a worker would walk by but you stood there scrolling through your phone. 

“Waiting for Hallsy?” A voice spoke up, making you jump.

Coming towards you was Nico Hischier, dressed back in his game day suit. Looking mighty fine. You smile and nod. “Yeah, I think we’re going to dinner. All he said was to meet him down here.”

“Hallsy said we’re going to this diner we were regulars at. It has great burgers.” Nico then smiled bashfully, “I’m Nico by the way.”

You giggle at his words and reply with your name. “It’s nice to meet you. Taylor has told me about you.”

The pair of you chat quietly waiting for Taylor to come out. And surprisingly, he was one of the last of the team to exit. Players like Marchand and Bergeron walked by, giving the pair a point glare. Whether it was you or the fact Nico, star of the New Jersey Devils, was standing beside you.

“Taylor mentioned you are going to college out here,” Nico started.

“Yeah, studying media.” You pull up some of your work for the college’s sports team. “I put in my application here when Tay was still on the team. Got accepted and just after I moved, bam the team traded him.”

“That sucks.”

You shrugged, “Not a lot he could do. He had to be on the next flight to Arizona. Then traded to Boston not long after that.”

“Do you have many friends at school?” The brunette questioned.

“Kinda,” you replied. 

The door opening once more pulled the pair of you from your conversation. Charlie McAvoy was one of the few people you had met through your many calls with Taylor. You shared a smile and wave.

“Hallsy, your cousin is out here with Hischier,” McAvoy called back into the change room after he exited. 

Taylor was quick to exit after that. The three of you made your way to Nico’s car and to downtown Newark. You guys were quick to settle into a corner booth. Privacy for the boys mainly. You took the window seat with Taylor across from you. 

“In you go,” Taylor smirked at his old teammate, nodding at the seat beside you.

Nico slid into the booth beside you, taking the menu from your hand. “Thank you.”

The three of you ordered your meals and caught up with each other. You asked how Boston was, despite not liking the city. Nico talked about how the team was going and having a new roommate, the young Jack Hughes. Taylor asked you about your life, making sure you were okay being in the city by yourself. By the end of the night, Nico had offered to drive you back to your apartment. That was after dumping Taylor at his hotel with the team. 

“If you need anything, you can always just hit me up,” Nico offered as he pulled into the apartment car park. “I don’t do much other than train and do anything hockey. Would be nice to have a friend outside of hockey.”

“Sounds like a date then,” You smirk. 

You held out your phone, allowing him to insert his phone number. He made sure to text himself from his phone to make sure he had your number as well. He wasn’t going to fuck up this chance. Especially after the speech Hallsy had given him whilst you were in the toilet at the diner. He wasn’t going to risk anything.

“Thanks for the lift.”

“Anytime you need,” Nico responded.

You laugh, “Says the guy who travels a lot.”

“Not the greatest I know, but I’ll try my best.”

You blushed at his words. Instead of replying you leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Without saying another word, only giving him a smile, you exited the car.

A message came through later that night as you were laying in bed.

Hallsy: You're welcome ;)

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