#interested in them? casual intimacy? yeah sure!

[wrioluvr]

flirty playboy x mature male reader

this stupid ass meme had been on my mind forever and i realised how funny it would be to have a slutty playboy who just sleeps with anyone to seriously pine over a more mature, secure guy who doesn't fall for any of his shallow charms and tricks.... here are just some blurbs of their dynamic (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

his name is roman. he's a little toxic, but he just wants to be loved.

cw: some smut, top male reader

it all started with a little night out. you didn't do those often, due to devoting most of your time towards work and earning a stable career, but finishing this particularly gruelling assignment called for a celebration. at the bar, dancing with your friends, a good-looking man with a playful glint in his eyes approached you full of bravado. he told you how handsome you were, and had been eyeing you from across the room for a while now. but from a single glance, you could tell he was the type to break hearts. beach-blonde dyed hair, a tight fitting tank top revealing his muscular build, an eyebrow piercing, the way his mouth curled up so subtly into a little smirk.... he was everything you knew to avoid getting serious with. but a little hookup couldn't hurt, right? you deserved a little fun.

and it didn't hurt you at all. a few failed relationships had made you wise beyond your years, knowing to easily seperate the good guys from the bad. you knew your self-worth. roman, on the other hand, was absolutely smitten. no other man had fucked him THIS good, gave him such gentle aftercare, and even let him stay as long as he needed. the way you so effortlessly lifted his legs up to thrust in and out of him at a rhythmic pace, or fondling his tits and squeezing his nipples softly while you hit it from the back, or tenderly running your fingers down his spine, arching it sensually.... he loved it all. it was clear to him that you prioritised his pleasure as much as your own, and it showed in how he orgasmed several times before you even came in him once, panting breathlessly while wearing the sluttiest expression of his life. it was nothing like any of the men he had sex with before. afterwards, you let him stay the night in a guest room, and even brewed a cup of coffee for him in the morning.

roman was damn near tears when you offered to drop him off at his house before you headed off to work. if he was being honest with himself, his insecurities were the root of his constant need for sexual intimacy, so being treated with genuine kindness for once was new to him.

"is dropping you off here alright?" you ask, turning into the road of his apartment complex.

"y-yeah...." he looks out the window, unsure how to look you in the eyes.

"okay. thanks for last night. stay safe." your words carried an air of finality to them, like you were so sure the two of you would never cross paths again. he didn't like that.

"uh, uh......" he stuttered, all his usual flirtatiousness thrown out the window as he couldn't meet your gaze. "could i... get your number?"

your friendly smile froze on your face. "uhhhh.... sorry, i'm not really looking for anything serious right now."

he quickly regained his composure, charm turned up to the max. shifting his tank top so more of his chest was exposed and you could notice his nipples protruding, roman whispered in a low tone, "that's okay! we can just be casual... and fuck anytime you like." a wink. a hand on your thigh.

"jeez... okay, no offense, but i've heard rumours from my friends that you're a bit of a... playboy. i'm not interested in being your toy, sorry."

roman's face flushed in embarrassment, knowing what you said was true. except the part on him seeing you as a toy. that was untrue. he could feel a warmth growing from the pit of his stomach at the thought of spending more time with you. were these... butterflies?

maybe begging would work.

"okay fine, i am a bit of a player... but please, please, pleaseeeeeee.... let's be in contact, okay? as friends?" roman sniffled pathetically, shaking your shoulder in desperation. he needed to be in your presence. why weren't his usual maneating tactics working?!?!

"alright. here you go. just don't spam me or anything, okay? i gotta go for work. see you." you sigh, a little exasperated but choosing not to let it show. he immediately lit up, typing your number in his contacts and saving many hearts next to your name. you prayed your acts of basic human decency wouldn't cause him to catch feelings. you needed to focus on your job right now.

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3:02pm

[romanbabyxx]

hiiiiiii

[romanbabyxx]

i know you said not to spam you but like

[romanbabyxx]

i miss u

[romanbabyxx]

can we meet up at the bar for drinks or something like that? please?

3:10pm

you check the messages on your phone, rolling your eyes and ignoring them. he was probably sending this text to at least three other guys right now. he had a history of cheating, based on what you heard from your friends. you weren't going to be another one of his victims.

5:35pm

[romanbabyxx]

are u ignoring me?

[romanbabyxx]

im sorryyyyyyyy

[romanbabyxx]

pls hit me back when ur free

7.30 pm

[name]

sorry, just got off work. will be super busy this week, so not free. mb.

[romanbabyxx]

oh, its okay! next week then?

[name]

i'll see

this went on for a few weeks, you constantly evading his invitations, being polite and professional, never too intimate over text. roman was starting to get fed up. he's so used to getting everything he wants, he doesn't know what to do when he actually has to work for the one he desires. he actually hadn't hooked up with anyone since your one night stand, but you didn't believe that.

roman was at his wits' end. he could only think of one final plan to get your attention.

trying to make you jealous.

over the next week, he hooked up with any and everyone he met in the bar, not bothering to keep his slutting around discreet. he wanted you to hear the rumours. he wanted you to feel a sense of unease within your very being. he wanted you to feel possessive. he wanted you, to want him. the whole time, even as he was getting fucked, he could only imagine you caressing him, holding him close, loving him.

his deeds didn't go unnoticed. your friends told you about it, yet you didn't feel anything in the slightest. you were right, after all... he forgot about you within a week and moved on to whichever poor man he would leave high and dry next.

the next time you bumped into him at the bar, roman was his usual, party-loving self, excitedly slinging an arm around you, a drink in hand. his plan had to work, surely? you would be begging to have him back. but yet, when he offhandedly (yet so intentionally) mentioned how much dick he had been getting the past week, anticipating your change in expression, nothing happened. "oh. good for you." was all you said.

he sputtered, flustered by your calm demeanour. didn't you care? at all?! "but.... but.... aren't you jealous? that i've been hooking up with other guys?!"

you stare at him, a genuine quzzical expression plastered across your face. "why would i be? it's not like we're dating or anything. it was just a one time thing."

your words hit like a knife through his heart. he clutched his chest dramatically, a pout forming on his lips. "i'll be faithful! i promise!" his words came out more desperate than he intended. he felt so vulnerable, so naked, yet you were the face of serenity. your unimpressed eyes stared through his soul, as if you were scrutinising his very core. he knew you could heal him, make him feel loved, but he was starting to doubt there was any possibility you would feel the same.

"i'm sure that's what you said to the last guy you cheated on."

.

.

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i intended for this to be lighthearted but why was it actually kinda depressing tbh

[moonstruckme]

hi, love! i have a silly request for james or sirius. there are a lot of wonderful fics out there where reader or the love interest confess their feelings when they’re loopy from drinking or being sick and whatnot, but i think it would be quite funny for reader to just, completely sober, get fed up one day by how lovely he is. She confesses but she’s so angry that it doesn’t even register as a confession at first.

Thanks for requesting lovely!

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

Sirius is braver than you are. You’ve always known it, but you think he likes to remind you by doing things like this, sitting on the edge of his building’s roof with his legs dangling off the edge. You don’t have nearly enough trust in yourself not to lean too far forward and go toppling over, so you’ve got your legs drawn in close to your chest and have situated yourself a few inches back from the edge, watching Sirius as he tempts fate for his lungs as well. 

“I sort of knew he was going to end it tonight,” he says, smoke billowing out from his mouth into the darkness. 

He’s melancholy but trying to hide it, looking off into the distance instead of at you. Your heart aches for him. Sirius likes to pretend that these little rejections don’t phase him, that he’s only dating casually and having fun, but he gets attached quickly; when things don’t work out, he hurts. 

“How did you know?” you ask. 

“He said he wanted to talk over dinner.” 

You wince. “Yeah, that’s never good.” 

“No.” Sirius smiles wryly, the cherry of his cigarette flaring orange as he takes another drag. “But I suppose I can hardly blame him. He wanted something easy, and I’m hardly the easiest person to be around.” He laughs. It’s not a happy sound. “I really make you work for it.” 

“Sirius,” you chide, already exhausted. 

This, unfortunately, isn’t uncommon. Sirius’ heartbreaks, big or small, always come with a horrid bout of self-deprecation hidden under the facade of humor. Even hearing about his dating life isn’t so bad as this; you’re somewhat jealous of the people he finds attractive enough to date, sure, but what you really want, most of all, is for Sirius to be happy. You’re fine with it if someone else is the key to that. But hearing him like this, using jokes to paint himself as worse than he is, is agonizing for you. 

“Don’t say that. It’s not work to be around you.” 

“Oh, but you would say that.” If there’s some bitterness in Sirius’ voice, you know well enough that none of it is for you. He turns to look at you with one eyebrow raised, unable to keep himself from flirting even now. “You’re the sweetest thing on this side of the equator, babe. We can’t expect everyone I go out with to have your saintlike patience.” 

You level him with a stern look despite your heating face. “Stop.” 

“M’just saying,” Sirius goes on, unaffected by your remonstrance, “it’s not like I’m bringing tons to the table.” 

“Don’t say that. You don’t have to bring anything to the table, it’s not an exchange of goods.” 

“But that’s sort of how it starts, isn’t it? And what do I have to offer? Fucked up ideas of intimacy?” 

“You have plenty to offer.” 

“Right. Like a cold, bony shoulder for them to lie their head on.” 

“Sirius—” 

“I’m careless, and impulsive, yet unbearably clingy,” he’s really on a roll now, laughing at himself as he talks and brings his cigarette back to his mouth, “and Evans is always saying I’m arrogant—”

“That’s”

“Plus the anger issues I suppose, and altogether that’s really not—” 

“Oh, would you quit!” Your voice climbs to a shout. Sirius turns to you in surprise, and you snatch the cigarette from his mouth, putting it out on the ground. His eyes follow the movement. 

“My cigarette,” he says bemusedly. 

“Fuck your cigarette!” You’re seething, his words nettling you worse than insults against yourself, and Sirius looks at you like you’re something new and unexpected. Good. Maybe he’ll listen. “You are not difficult to love.” 

“Now, I’m not sure I quite said—”

“No, shut up!” You pin his stare with yours, vehement. “You are smart, and kind, and brave, okay? You are impulsive, but it’s because you’re brave. And you’re not clingy, you just care, Sirius, I—” Your voice grows fraught, and you have to fight past an intrusion in your throat, blinking away some dampness in your eyes. “I don’t want to be a part of your pity party if it’s just going to be you shitting on yourself. You’re a good person, and you’re easy to love, and for those of us that love you, it’s—for all of us, that love you, it’s awful to hear you talk about yourself like you’re not. You’re great to be around. It’s not work.” 

Your voice gets softer at the end, squashed defeatedly under the weight of your emotions. Sirius’ brow pinches. 

“Okay, okay.” He holds up his hands like he’s surrendering, then like he’s reaching for you. “Message received; I’m the shit.” 

“You are,” you insist tearily. “You can’t say it like you’re joking.” 

A little laugh stutters out of him. “I’m sorry. C’mere, babe.” 

If there was ever a time to hold out on going into Sirius’ arms this would be it, but you’re not sure you’ll ever have that much willpower. He folds you into him with one hand, using the other to brush away the still-hot cigarette butt before pulling you closer. 

“And your shoulders are nice,” you whimper, pushing your cheek into one to prove it. 

Sirius chuckles again. “Thanks, sweetheart.” He rubs tentatively between your shoulder blades. You feel bad that you’d met up tonight so you could comfort him, and somehow you’ve made it the other way around. “You’re too good to me.” 

“I’m not just saying that because I’m good to you.” You pull back from him, wiping under your eyes. “You’re a thousand times better than you say you are.” 

“I…” Sirius’ expression looks somewhere between confused and disbelieving, but there’s a caution there you know enough to be wary of. “Did you mean what you said about loving me?” 

Your heart stutters. “I said all of us that love you.” 

“No, but before that,” he presses. “You said those of us, and then you changed your mind, but it seemed like you were talking about you.” 

You shut your eyes, mortified. “That wasn’t the point.” 

“You did mean it, didn’t you?” Sirius’ voice isn’t gentle or pushy, just full of pure, bald curiosity. He sounds mystified. “You really feel that way about me?” 

“Sirius.” You keep your tone measured. “I realize you’re having a shitty night, but please don’t make fun of me right now—” 

“Hey.” Sirius sounds so genuinely wounded that you open your eyes. Once you look at him, his expression gentles. “Hey, I wouldn’t. I’m just surprised.” 

You give him your best attempt at one of his wry smiles. “Well, you shouldn’t be. I’ve just finished telling you about how lovely you are.” 

He laughs again, a breathy, startled sound. And beyond your humiliation, you can still appreciate the rare privilege of seeing him like this; shocked into his truest, most genuine self. 

“Yeah, but you’re only supposed to tell me nice things to make me feel better,” he says. “You’re not supposed to start believing them.” 

You decide to give him a pass on the self-deprecation, but you shoot him a half-teasing irked look. “Thin ice, Black.” 

“Fair enough.” He’s smiling an awful lot, his real one, pretty and dashing at the same time. It keeps coming back like he can’t hold it at bay. “I’m in love with you, too, you know.” 

Your heart can’t decide whether to be in your throat or your stomach. You feel like you’re choking on air. “Don’t fuck with me.” 

“I’m not fucking with you,” he laughs. 

“You are not in love with me.” 

“I am! And who are you to decide? You don’t get to tell me everything about myself, you know. I can know some things.” 

“But,” you’re shaking your head, bewildered and still looking for the trick, “why haven’t you said something?” 

Sirius shrugs, the first hint of that feigned nonchalance making its return. “I didn’t think you’d want to hear it. I do make you listen to me whine about all my woes and heartaches, after all. It can’t be very attractive.” He shoots a look at you, sizing you up. “Why haven’t you?” 

You sigh. Your voice comes out quiet. “I was always hearing about all your woes and heartaches. With other people.” 

Sirius makes a low groaning sound, but he nods. “Sort of shot myself in the foot there, I suppose.” He offers you a little smile. “Maybe we both ought to have given ourselves a bit more credit.” 

You rub your lips together, grinning despite yourself. “Maybe so.” 

[zorasthoughts]

BRIDGERTON SEASON THREE TRAILER!!!!

all my thoughts below :) (also, i haven't read any of the books apart from an offer from a gentleman so i'm going in blind)

"we have been apart for far too long" - yeah we have! didn't realise how much i'd been missing the julie andrews voiceovers

kate and anthony!! - look at them being all happy and in love

eloise and cressida, interesting - i'm pretty sure el is doing this just to spite penelope, but i wonder what we'll see them talk about in these scenes

can we get a "hell yeah!" for pen being done with her family and deciding to actually do something about it? girlie is entering her main character era

colin arriving back and his family being shocked at his rizz and his new look is fun. i feel like compared to daphne, who was the eldest daughter and was the diamond of her season, and anthony who is the head of the family, and was a big catch, colin is just some guy. i like the idea of him also getting into his main character era

also, important psa for anyone who missed it: kate and anthony were holding hands!!! (it's not a massive deal in the grand scheme of things, i just love their casual intimacy and affection during a time when people were more reserved)

lmao, colin getting changed in the carriage on his way to court with the others is so chaotic

and before the scene cuts away, we can see anthony and benedict laughing, so i hope we get more fun teasing among the bridgerton brothers this season. i think compared to last season, which was quite angsty, this season will be lighter in general

a deal to help a girl find a husband because you are friendly/acquinted with her will definitely work. just look at how it went for daphne and simon!!

hehehe, penelope trying to flirt is so funny. nicola coughlan is great at comedy, just look at derry girls. i felt like i could see clare coming out in this scene

"she's not seeking a husband in YOU i hope" and "since when are you worried about penelope?" - yeah, eloise misses her friend. i'd reckon much of el's arc this season is going to be her working through her feelings from that final scene with her and pen in 2x08

penelope debuting her new look is iconic. and so pretty!!! i love that even cressida's jaw was dropping, and the way everyone was turning to look at her. someone in the comments section on youtube said it was similar when daphne shows up at the ball to get the prince's attention, and i love that pen gets to have a moment like that

what makes me sad though is that this is the ball we saw in the clip released last month where everyone was (rightly) losing their minds over kanthony (myself included) while pen was just standing in the corner having no-one pay attention to her

the violins are giving angst

also, it seems interesting that lady danbury seems to be giving pen some advice. i don't think the two have ever interacted in the show, but maybe after lady danbury sees pen's new look and that she is looking to bag a husband, she decides to take pen under her wing?

portia being happy for pen is honestly cute. my guess is in this scene that that guy had asked portia for her blessing to propose to pen and that's why portia is so excited. i'm interested to see what their relationship will be like this season, both are quite complex characters, with a complicated relationship

violet giving colin advice is nice, and i like them discussing friendship as being a key part, and maybe even the most important thing for a romantic relationship. in season one, she did tell daphne to "simply marry the person who feels like your dearest friend" so i think that a similar conversation could be the start of colin realising his feelings for penelope have crossed from the territory of platonic to romantic

the costume design this season is really good, because penelope starts off with the very bright and gaudy featherington shades, then starts dressing in greens that are either a dark emerald shades, or a softer mint colour, but that then shifts to a pale teal, and then pale blues, and lilacs, signalling her journey towards becoming a bridgerton

okay, the overhead shot around 2 minutes 8 seconds in the trailer? that's kate and anthony, right? very curious about this scene

francesca!! not said anything about her yet, but i'm curious about what she'll be getting up to this season

violet having a potential love interest makes me happy, but i hope they would commit to it. i found her storyline in the queen charlotte show to be pretty compelling, and she deserves a chance to find love again

kate and anthony dancing!! obviously we saw some of the dance in the clip that has already been released, but it looks as though we're going to see a full dance scene between them, and it's going to be everything (to me, at least)

that final part of the trailer with colin and penelope? it's so tense and emotional!! i wonder if this could be something to do with whistledown? has colin figured it out?

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hello are your requests still open? If so, can you pls do a Minho x reader (female: she/her) where Minho wants to just do his job and map the maze in the map room but reader gets in too (she's the only non-runner allowed cuz she's with Minho), and she wants to get his attention like- sit on his lap and whispering things to him, staring at him from across the room etc and its so high on tension. Thank you😊

Ooo, yes, sounds fun. I love writing high tension scenes.

BEHAVE

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Established relationship. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some high sexual tension, spice, Minho playing hard to get, awkward public flirting.

It's no secret that you're obsessed with your boyfriend. Everyone in the Glade is fully aware of your infatuation with Minho.

I mean, how could you not? The man is perfect. He's strong, handsome, passionate about the things he loves, determined and actually quite thoughtful. And he has a body that looks like it was sculpted by the Gods themselves.

Which obviously works in Minho's favour since it means the other boys make no attempt to hit on you.

Because Minho would kill them.

The downside to this relationship is that Minho is a very busy dude. Not only is he a Keeper and an integral part of the Glade, but he also spends nearly all of his time out in the Maze. Or mapping the Maze. Or talking about the Maze. Or thinking about the Maze.

The Maze has a hold on his life- which leaves less time for you to have a hold on him.

When Minho said you could start spending time in the Map room whilst he's in there, you were thrilled for obvious reasons. Minho also wants to spend more time with you and feels bad that his job takes the priority of his time. So, being Keeper and basically incharge of the Map room, he decided it would be a smart idea.

It was not.

You are going to be Minho's downfall because you know exactly how to get under his skin, and you love his attention. Which is bad mix, especially since the Runners started to explore the outer sections and Minho is even busier than before.

Which has led to some frustrations from both sides. Not spending as much time alone together means that you're having less moments of physical intimacy. Sure, you still cuddle in bed and share the occasional peck, but Minho is normally too tired to meet your needs.

But you are struggling. Minho is too, but he has a bit too much on his plate for that to be as much of a concern.

"So, you're telling me you found nothing?" Minho and the other Runners sit around the large table in the middle of the room, paper scattered everywhere. Minho looks like he's going to kill Ben if he makes one more bad maze pun.

"Yeah," the other boy leans back in his seat, "basically." Ben has developed the nasty habit of making his adventures sound more interesting than they actually are.

You're sitting on one of the tables that line the room, swinging your legs over the side, directly across from Minho as you watch him. Admittedly, you like watching him work. There's something about watching him lead and be in control that makes you feel some kind of way.

It doesn't help when he wears that dumb tight blue shirt. He pretty much started wearing it religiously when he noticed how much you like it.

"Has anyone found anything of note today?" Minho leans back, throwing his arm over the back of the chair and casually watching his men write down their own routes for the day.

His eyes flicker up, catching your gaze. You flash him a smirk, coyly tilting your head as you cross your cross your legs, leaning back on your hands. He slightly raises his eyebrow before rolling his eyes, returning to his work.

After another fifteen or so minutes, you internally chuckle to yourself, thinking up an idea. You let out an exaggerated sigh, some gravel to the noise.

It's something that the other boys pay no mind to, but Minho has heard it before. And as his body visibly tenses, you can tell he's having all sorts of flashbacks. He sends a warning look your way, and you just pout, batting your eyes to exaggerate innocence.

After a while, the boys start discussing Maze things amongst themselves, but Minho doesn't join in, seemingly in his own little world.

You take the opportunity to stand up, walking around the table and behind your boyfriend- something that raises no concern among the group since it isn't uncommon. You drape your arms over his shoulders, hugging him from behind and crouching down slightly like you're examining his work with him. Though you make an extra effort to push your boobs against his back.

"Looks good," you say, talking normally and at the same volume as everyone else.

"This is the same as all my other work," his voice is hushed, lower than before, probably because you're lightly dragging your fingers up and down his chest- playing it off as absentmindedly fiddling.

"Yeah, well, all your work looks good," you lean closer to him, brushing your lips against his ear and whispering, "kinda like you."

Minho's jaw tenses. You're playing a dangerous game here and, for some reason, that seems to be getting to Minho more than anything else. Something about your very simple acts of seduction in a room full of people that hold the utmost respect for him is making his knees weak and has him shuffling in his seat.

You let one of your arms fall limp when another boy asks Minho a question, not that you're paying enough attention to understand the question. But when your hand comes to the back of Minho's neck, stroking the small hairs at the base of his head, he ever so slightly stumbles over his words, struggling to process the words and the sensation at the same time.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy Minho like this. It's not very often you manage to make the normally confident Keeper blush or squirm, so the power you hold at the current moment is a pleasant change.

The conversation continues, and the boys slowly start to leave, finishing their work and saying their goodbyes until it's just you, Minho, and Ben.

"Shuck's sake," Ben hisses as his pencil cracks, the lead snapping and leaving a dark dot on his map. "(Y/N)?"

You hum in response, showing he has your attention.

"Can you grab me a new pencil, please? I don't know where you put them."

"Sure," you may or may not have gotten bored waiting for Minho and rearranged the entire Map room to make it more organised.

It took a lot longer than you originally thought, but you were determined to finish it.

But no one else has a clue where anything is.

You go over to one of the boxes under the outer tables, bending down and pulling out the box, making sure to stick your ass up. You hear Minho suck in a deep breath, choosing to ignore Ben's irritated grumbling about the Creators sending up shitty equipment.

"Here," standing back up, you roll the pencil across the table.

You return behind Minho, watching as Ben's eyes burn into the paper, almost cartoonishly hunched over as his tongue sticks out at an angle.

With Ben's full attention on something else, you press a light kiss to Minho's neck. His back straightens, and his eyes flutter shut for a moment. You pull away as he looks at you.

"I need to work," he attempts to sound firm, but his voice wavers, completely giving everything away.

"What?" You pretend to be lost as Ben lifts his head up, visibly confused as to what he's missed. "I'm just bored, shank- you know I don't get half of this Maze klunk. I'm just watching."

Minho presses his tongue into his cheek, glaring at you, but his pupils are wider than before and his eyelids heavier.

You take a seat instead, casually leaning your elbow on the table as you watch Minho work.

"Alright," Ben stands up, the chair scratching against the floor. "I'm done- catch you guys later."

"Later, Ben," you smile at him and he gives you a playful salute.

"Don't even think about it," Minho says the second the door closes, making you groan.

"Think about what?"

"You know what," he doesn't even look at you. "You know I have more work to do than the rest of them- don't make it harder."

Minho knows that if he looks at you, he's going to immediately crack, and he doesn't know if he'll be able to keep his hands off of you.

"You're always working," you flop onto the table, "I never get you to myself anymore."

"We literally sleep together every night."

"Yeah, but not in the way I want," you practically whisper it, but Minho still manages to catch the gist.

"What was that?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Nah, c'mon, tell me," he's finally raised his head, twisting his pencil around his toned hands.

"No, it's fine. Not like it'll make a difference."

He pulls his lips into a thin line. "No, c'mon. You gotta tell me now."

"I want to fuck you."

You sit back, crossing your arms against your chest. You're calm, face stoic- which couldn't be more the opposite to Minho. He's stunned, his heat rate increasing as the tips of his ears start to turn red.

"Behave," he warns.

"What? You asked."

"Yeah, b-but I have to work- yeah? I'll give you attention after."

"You're a liar."

"What?" You stand up, standing in front of him for second.

"I said," you swing your leg over him, straddling him as you sit on his lap, facing him, "you are a liar. We're gonna go to bed, and you're immediately gonna pass out. I want you now."

Instinctively, his hands come to your waist, almost moving him closer to you. His eyes flicker to your lips as you feel his fingers dig into you. "Behave, (Y/N)." His voice is raspy, and he makes no actual attempt to stop you.

Because, honestly, he doesn't want to.

"Fine," you sigh, "but can at least sit here? Be close to you at least?"

He hesitates for a second, but nods. "Alright."

You shuffle slightly closer, your chests pressed together as you rest your head on his shoulder. Your breath lingers on his skin, the warmth of having you close and occasionally moving is making Minho's head go fuzzy.

Your smell is intoxicating. Your skin is hypnotising. Every natural urge in his body is screaming at him, and it only gets worse when you adjust yourself again, unintentionally grinding against him.

At this point, you've accepted your failure. You respect Minho's work and if he says he's too busy, then there's not much you can actually do about it.

That is until you feel him against you.

"Minho, are you-?"

"Shut up," he says almost immediately, "I can't help it, okay?" You chuckle and he feels the vibrations, the maps he's examining and the words he's writing might as well be non-existent.

"Mhm."

"I can't!" You don't need to look at him to be able to tell he's bright red; you can feel the heat radiating of his face.

You start to litter gentle kisses along the base of his neck, and he sucks in a deep breath.

"I told you to behave," he mumbles, his breath hitching and one of his hands returning to your waist.

"Do you want me to stop?" Your question is genuine. Sure, it's entertaining to watch him squirm, but you would never actually want to make him uncomfortable.

"...No." You smirk against his skin, continuing your pursuit until your teeth graze him, lightly biting him before sucking on the skin just above his collarbone in the crook of his neck. It's a particularly sensitive spot to Minho.

You hear the pencil scatter to the floor as he drops his head back, a grunt escaping his throat. His other hand comes to your waist, forcing you to move against him to have some kind of friction.

The action sends electricity through you, causing you to start moving your hips all on your own. His hands travel under your shirt, scratching at your back. You let out a small gasp at the smirk, pulling away to look at him.

His perfect hair has started to become messy, pupils blown wide as he looks up at you. His eyes flicker, hands slipping further under the fabric.

"You're a real shuckin' nightmare, you know that?" He's barely audible, basically mumbling as you ghost your lips against his.

"Yeah, but you love me," you move your hands to his hair, making it even more dishevelled.

A faint smirk plays in his lips. "How could I not?"

Finally, he leans forward, merging your mouths together in a heated kiss that's full of emotion. He basically lifts you up, making you squeak into him before you hit the table.

Papers scatter everywhere, and one of the Runners drinks that was left spills all over the wood. The table even jolts back an inch with the force he moves you.

Falling back, Minho stands between your legs as you hold yourself up with your elbows. After a few seconds, your arms fall weak, making you dip further back, your head hitting the table.

He moves down to your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin and undoubtedly leaving deep, purple bruises. It's not uncommon for Minho to be possessive and territorial, even if he doesn't need to be.

You mumble his name, hands fisting his hair as he moves even lower, lifting your shirt to pepper kisses against your mid-drift.

A deep, almost mischievous chuckle escapes him as he looks up at you, fiddling with your belt.

He smirks. "I warned you."

Here is a shorter piece since I am still recovering from the last request, but still fun to write all the same. Not as story based either but I do enjoy these more simple one-shots.

I hope you enjoy all the same.

Requests are still open :))

[clydesavage-thefox147]

(Sorry it's been a while since a big post😶)

So, after that Sally's Song analysis post, I thought I'd pull up another song that peaked my interest on Virgil's Spotify Playlist. "Thanks for the Memories" by Fall Out Boy.

Now, yes, it is an Emo classic so it makes sense for him to have it. But, like I stated before, there's a reason it's on there. "Thanks for the memories" has had a lot of back and forth on what it's really about. However, if you really read the lyrics..it is obviously referencing sexual intimacy in a relationship that was either falling apart and had themselves one more day..or a relationship that has already ended but still gets together for sex.

With lines like "One Night and One more Time", and the bridge of "Get me out of my mind, get you out of those clothes, I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood" Clearly in reference to sexual intimacy. The line "He tastes like you only sweeter" is in reference to a line in the 2004 film "Closer" but it could be in relation to someone in the relationship finding someone new. The meaning behind saying the title phrase inline with the lyrics is sarcastic. It's basically saying "thanks for nothing" or "yeah it sucked but I'll never forget it" or "it was good up until the end". The line "Collecting Page Six Lovers" is in reference to how in magazines and news papers, page six is usually the gossip column for celebrity scandals.. sometimes if not most times couple scandals from breakups, cheating or sexual tension like being caught kissing by paparazzi(which was common in the 2000s and even today)

So, in full, the song is about a failing(seemingly popular) relationship who had deep intimacy throughout the toxicity up to the end. Or the relationship still has casual sex or feelings for each other.

Now, how is this in connection to Virgil? Well, Thomas did say that some songs on each playlist are directed at other sides. Therefore, I am on firm believe that this song is directed at Janus from Virgil's POV. There's a few songs on his playlist that seem to be so, but this one is pretty big to me.

Think about it, They are the most scandalous relationship in the series. Full of mystery, tension, history, and clearly toxicity. It's been a hot topic ever since Janus appeared. So, the gossip column line fits. Janus is very promiscuous and flirtatious. He has quite the rizz(sorry lol). Snakes are symbols of temptation and seduction in some cultures, sometimes feminine sexuality and sometimes male with the phallic connections. Also, there's a lot of sexual undertones based in Janus' own playlist as explained here in a previous post. So, the sexual tension between them is there. Sure you could say it's directed at Remus with his dirty mind but do you honestly see Virgil screwing Remus? Like really? And we have yet to see how Virgil reacts to Orange but going off what we think of him so far, I don't think Virgil would be with him like that, especially since this song seems more bittersweet. It is possible it's Orange but it's slim. It only has to be Janus.

In conclusion, I believe "Thanks for the memories" is one of the songs directed at Janus. And if that's truly the case, Virgil and Janus have f*cked. They are bitter exes. Sure, they could be intimate in other ways but the song's too on the nose with what it's about. Anxceit is possibly canon y'all.

[clangenrising]

i will give Mystique credit for one thing. she is right about the clan culture regarding mates and kits being.. rigid?

like she is definitely a bit too reckless/dismissive when it comes to having babies, but it's not necessarily bad to have casual stance on relationships and intimacy. clan cats from the go assuming that two cats having kits means they are totally in love and married, and if one of them is caught nuzzling another cat or getting someone else entirely pregnant then they are cheater who deserves to die and go to hell, is.. well. weird. not far different from irl views on relationships and having children of course, but weird when applied to cats, who aren't exactly most monogamous species.

obviously there is still the rigidity of the borders and codes at play. if cat A got three other cats in the same clan preggers, it will absolutely thin out the unrelated to related cats ratio. but besides that, the assumption 'having children = married' isn't.. very healthy, even if it's silly kitty cats and a game that loves to generate stuff out of blue.

I'm curious where you got the impression that RisingClan believes that two cats having kits means they're in love and married. They definitely don't believe that sleeping around sends you to hell. I feel like you're projecting something else onto my work because that's not how I've depicted my Clans at all.

The rigidity the Clans have around relationships relies entirely on Loyalty and making sure that there are no dangerous conflicts of interest. With Smokyrose and Ghost, knowing Smoky people assumed she would want her partner to be involved in her life and so expected him to join the Clan but after he didn't and she cut ties with him no one shamed her for that relationship at all. With Russetfrond and Mystique, the problem comes from her being a prisoner of war. The City Cats have essentially become a 5th Clan and so him having a relationship with the sister of that 'Clan's' leader is a serious conflict of interest. If you're talking about Sparrowpaw wanting her and Russetfrond to make up and be happy together, that's just him being a little bit of a romantic and seeing two cats getting along well suddenly not speaking to each other and wanting them to be friends again.

So yeah, to be clear, the Clans don't believe any of that. Two cats within a Clan can have kittens without having to have any kind of relationship. The thing they don't like is when one parent has loyalties to a different group that might cause problems in the future. That's it.

[lippskinn]

Blackinnon Fest 2024 | Day 6

Word Count: 314

Prompt: Quaint

The man in the portrait casually leaned against the golden frame. He eyed Marlene suspiciously; his narrow, dark eyes followed the movement of her quill. He had raised his eyebrows and stretched his head to get a better view of her chart as if he could look straight through her. Like an exam invigilator, he hovered behind her, which sent cold shivers down her spine. 

Afraid to make a sound, she nudged Lily under the table and nodded towards the portrait. 

"Do you see that guy over there?" she whispered. 

"Who? Black? Yeah, he's been staring for a while," Lily shrugged. She had barely looked up from the paper to notice him. 

"Not Sirius," she replied loud enough for the professor to raise their head.

"Uhhhh," Lily looked intrigued, "already on first-name terms. Suddenly, he's 'Sirius'."

She mustered the four boys at the table conspicuously until Sirius and James caught her watching, and they had to suppress to burst out laughing in the classroom. 

The wizard in the portrait cleared his throat loudly and began walking up and down the painting. His shoes made a clicking sound with every step. That was when Lily finally noticed him. 

"You have another admirer," Lily giggled, "creepy portrait guy. Looks like Venus is totally in your favour this month." 

"Ms Evans and Ms McKinnon, five points from Gryffindor for chatting in class," the professor said without looking up from their newspaper, "I'm sure you are still missing the descending houses in your chart." 

"We were just talking about Venus in the 8th house, professor," Marlene replied seriously, which nearly sent Lily into a laughing fit, "we were wondering what impact Venus had on relationships." 

"Oh yes, interesting," the professor folded his paper, "Venus in the house of Transformation, Death, Possession and Intimacy. The time for passionate love, that new beginning after a breakup, the deep connection with each other." 

Lily raised her eyebrows and nodded in Sirius' direction. 

"But beware!" the professor continued, "it's also the time for the big mysteries in life, the time for lurking strangers in the dark and healing from hardship. Very well, Ms McKinnon 10 points to Gryffindor."  

"Very well, Ms McKinnon," Lily repeated mockingly, "thank you for sharing your love life with us." 

Marlene rolled her eyes and threw a piece of parchment at her, "Èist do bheul!"

"Oh, be quiet yourself. Now that you know you're in for passionate love, why not ask him out?"

"Only if you finally go out with that Potter guy," Marlene made a couple of kissing sounds. 

"Urgh, I'd rather go on a date with that creepy portrait guy; that mysterious stranger lurking in the dark." 

"Quiet! Or I'll take another 5 points off Gryffindor!" the professor warned them, and they spent the rest of the lesson quietly completing their astrology charts. 

When the lesson was finished and the girls packed their stuff, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter approached their table. 

Lily dove out of the way and left the room as quickly as possible, leaving Marlene alone with the boys. Sirius grinned obnoxiously with that air of haughtiness as he leaned against her table and blocked the way to the door. 

"I was wondering if you still need help with Venus in your 8th house", he smirked. 

Marlene shouldered her bag, crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. The other boys were already in stitches with laughter. 

"As it happens, Scorpio is the ruler of the 8th house, and I should know all about that." 

Marlene burst out laughing, "That's the quaintest pickup line I've ever heard!" 

Sirius raised his eyebrows, too, tilted his head and said, "But did it work?"

[motions1ckness]

hi 🙂 can you do roman roy x asexual fem reader where reader has a crush on roman (shaky hands blushy cheeks when he is close) and gardener in logan's house, so one day roman is walking in garden and hears her talking on the phone with her friend about how she doesnt want to have sex with anyone, and will never have children etc. And realizes she is just like him. Aaaand He starts talking to her...

ofc and i hope you enjoy!

content: ace!reader, f!reader, pining, fluff, mention of sex

Your mornings started with a 20-minute commute to manage Logan Roy’s garden. What the fuck does he know about flowers? To your surprise, a lot. Marica hired you as a gift for Logan. She told you his mother used to bring discounted bouquets home when he was a kid, so no pressure.

Today went on like the others, showing up at nine, and doing your job, except for the part where his kids stopped by. Fuck.

His youngest, Roman always caught your eye. Usually, you would be there for a few hours and be gone by noon, but now Roman was here. You tried prolonging your stay, now glad you began wearing summer dresses to combat the warmth.

Frankly, you've never spoken to any of Logan’s kids. They'd sometimes call out to you, or Roman would comment on Logan, “only hiring hot people.”

Before heading out, you phoned your roommate, who teases you because you casually walk into a billionaire's home every day.

They picked up within two rings “Hey, what’s up are you almost off yet? Or does the old man want you to be human furniture?” They say with a sarcastic tone. You laugh but also don't put it past the family.

“I’m about to go, it's just, you know his son? Roman, the one I keep telling you about?” You were slightly pacing, turning to peer inside, but it’s not like you could look in if you want to. Logan made it impossible for anyone to peek in.

The call caused Logan to notice you chatting and not working. He sent Roman to check on you, which caused him to feel Logan was punishing him by sending him outside. With a soft exhale, mixed with a groan, Roman headed towards the terrace.

“Oh? Should I break out candles? Pre-order a new mattress?” The other line egged on. You rolled your eyes at the comment, completely forgetting you were at work. The terrace was rather big. It wrapped around half the suite. Making Roman’s entrance undetected.

“Yeah, sure. But for real, It’s not like a sex thing. You know I’m not into that,” you slightly clear your throat, embarrassed by the thought someone would hear you from inside. Unbeknownst to you, Roman was listening to the conversation. When he heard you talking about sex, he panicked and moved toward the wall so you couldn’t see him. He thought it would be worse if you found out someone heard you. “It’s already bad enough it’s my boss's son.” That caught Roman’s attention, apart from him fearing you were talking about Kendall, but he couldn’t stop listening. Like a book he couldn’t put down.

“I think that makes it more fun. You know, sneaking around. But without the sex. Anyway, what was he wearing? I need more details than just his name and what the press says. C’mon, tell me who is the Roman Roy.” You liked how engaged your friend was, fearing opening up about your crush would end in humiliation.

“I don’t know what he’s wearing, I can’t see through the glass. But uh, I don’t know ‘the real Roman Roy'. I don’t interact with any of them. They’re all scary as shit, but I think it's time to head out. It’s fucking scalding.” Followed by exchanging goodbyes and looking up when the next train was going out.

Roman knew that conversation was about him, which made him nervous talking to you. It wasn't the first time you piqued his interest, how your wardrobe changed according to the weather, and how meticulous you get about the garden's appearance. You fascinated him. He also felt relief hearing you didn't want to sleep with him. Intimacy was his grey area, and he loved not feeling pressure to do it.

Roman waited a few seconds before emerging and speaking up, “Uh, my dad um, just wanted to know what you were doing out here,” Oh my god. He undoubtedly heard you. You wanted to curl up and die or resign out of embarrassment. Maybe he JUST got here, let's hope.

You turned to face him, feeling your face flush, “Oh, just heading out, looking when the next train is going out,” You put on a smile, hoping it makes you seem coy. It didn’t. Even if he didn’t overhear you, your face was beet red and your hands were slightly shaking.

“Well, I was about to head out, maybe, I can give you a ride? Or get a drink somewhere?” You could've sworn your face turned scarlet. Holy Shit. You stood in awe for a second, unable to fathom the words he spat out. “Um, y/n? Are you having a heat stroke or something?” He shields his eyes, feeling the heat against his skin, “He is a piece of shit for making you work out here, wow.”

You finally grasped what he said, “Y-yeah it’s actual hell out here, but going out sounds fun yeah.” You tried your best to sound easygoing after facing the worst embarrassment you've ever endured.

“Cool, uh, my driver is downstairs already,” he said in a merciful tone, gesturing for you to exit first.

The car ride was mostly silent. A few questions got thrown out asking about your job to ease the drive. The bar was incredibly upscale, feeling out of place arriving in your work clothes. Roman did his best to make you feel comfortable, he paid for the tab, and reserved a quiet area; he was trying to impress you. He asked about your life while you tried your best to pry about his.

“C’mon, tell me about something not so surface,” you paw at him, the two of you facing each other. You scanned his face as he took a sip of his drink, patiently waiting for his response.

He set the drink down, slightly smiling to himself because of the comeback he came up with, “So you could know ‘the real Roman Roy?’"

[jxtina-86]

The Third Date

Roman brings the car to a halt outside the apartment building. He casts a sideways look to the passenger seat and Katherine catches his eye.

It's the end of their third date. He'd decided to up his game this time after the first two more casual affairs where they'd met for coffee and brunch. This time he'd booked a table at some fancy steak joint, and phoned to ask if they could put them somewhere quiet and out of the way. That had somehow translated into a private dining experience with minimal interruption from the staff. Tonight had been more flirty than before, the privacy allowing them both the opportunity to say things a little more bluntly than when in a packed restaurant with families on one side and a loud group of women on the other.

"You spoiled me tonight," she says with a smile. "Thank you."

"Anytime."

They've kissed once. Briefly. After the second date when he'd dropped her back right here. She'd put her hand on his arm and leaned up to kiss his cheek and then their mouths had met for the briefest of moments. He'd wanted more but pulled himself back. Katherine had blinked up at him and then felt his fingers push the hair back from her cheek and had to bite her lip to stop herself from letting out a sound. It was too much. Too soon. Take a breath, she'd told herself.

"When are you back in town?" She asks as she unclips her seatbelt and shifts to angle her body directly at him.

Roman's head rocks back on the headrest as he drags his eyes over her. "Two weeks," he sighs, not even trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

"When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow evening."

He watches her chew her lip for a second, his eyes darting down to take in the neckline of her shirt - if you can call it that. He's sure it's some sort of optical illusion, defying the laws of physics in the way that it seems to reveal so much yet so little all at the same time. The red material makes her olive skin glow and he's sure it's no coincidence that her lipstick is an exact match.

"Do you want to come up?" She sounds hopeful and he's not one to disappoint.

"Sure."

She leads the way and yet his hand on her the small of the back by the time they reach her apartment. As Katherine moves to flick on lights and offers him a drink, Roman takes in the huge bookcase that adorns one side of the lounge.

There are books squeezed into every possible gap and as he approaches, he starts to pick out that they're in alphabetical order. He immediately drifts towards the mid-way point, a finger drifting along the spines but he can't find her name. Most authors only appear a few times before a new name gives way, but he stops when he sees half a shelf dedicated to the works of Lydia Ratchford.

He picks one at random, raising an eyebrow as he reads the back cover.

Seductive Surrender is a scorching and explicit romance novel that will leave you breathless and begging for more. With its captivating characters, tantalizing sensuality, and emotional depth, this book will take you on a passionate rollercoaster ride that will leave you yearning for your own forbidden love. Brace yourself for an erotic tale of seduction, surrender, and true intimacy that will leave you begging for more.

"Interesting choice," Katherine's voice murmurs behind him and he turns to face her, still holding the book. "I thought you'd be more of a psychological thriller kinda man."

He chuckles. "Big fan I take it."

"Huge. She's got a talent."

"Yeah?" Roman flips the book over and starts to thumb through it. He looks up to see her grinning sheepishly. "Hey, no judgement here."

"I didn't say you were judging."

He replaces the book, drumming his fingers along the shelf. "I was actually looking to see if I could find one of yours."

"Oh yeah?"

He runs a hand over the back of his neck and Katherine notes the faint flush of red creeping over his skin. "I looked in every damn bookshop whilst I was away and I can't find anything by Katherine Pritchard."

"You looked for my work?"

"Yeah... I wanted to see what you were about. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all. It's just that well, no guy has ever been that interested."

"Is it a work in progress?"

"What?"

"Your book..." Roman is scanning the bookcase again.

"Nope, they're out there."

"Given your only copies away then?"

She shakes her head. "You're looking right at them."

She watches his brow furrow for a second and then the penny drops. "Shit, you write this? Why not under your own name?"

That's not the response she was expecting. She's never told a guy before. No-one has ever been that interested in her career before she realises.

"It's technically a side project," she explains. "The plan was to write a few to make enough to sustain me to do a completely different kind of book. I didn't want to risk not being taken seriously later down the line. This kind of thing is sneered at by publishing houses."

"So are you writing something else?"

"On and off," she shrugs. "My agent thinks I should stick to this. It sells, she makes money, I make money, my readers are more than happy to give me that money."

"Who else knows?"

"My agent. A friend or two." She pauses. "And now you."

"I won't tell a soul."

She eyes him warily. "Because you want to protect me... or protect yourself?"

He stares back at her wide-eyed. "To protect myself? Why would I do that? You clearly don't shout about it, so I'm happy to respect that."

Even more interesting, Katherine thinks, her guard slowly backing down again. "I appreciate that."

"Although I am interested to know one more thing."

"What's that?"

"Is this all based on research or fantasy?"

Katherine laughs. "Wouldn't you like to know..."

He's reaching for her, her wrist captured as he slowly tugs her closer. A hand on the small of her back again, pulling her to him. His fingers trailing up her arm, across her shoulders, making her shiver.

"I'm just saying," he breathes against her cheek. "More than happy to offer up my services."

She giggles against his neck, her hands skimming up his thick biceps. "Smooth. But you forget, I write characters like you for a living. I know all the tricks."

"Yeah? Wanna test that theory?"

"Do your worst."

He chuckles, his eyes flashing darkly. "I ain't got a worst, baby girl."

She rolls her eyes. "See, classic line. Although I'll give you baby girl, that's a nice touch. I usually go for sweetheart, darlin', little one, that kinda thing."

"I can switch it up."

She shakes her head. "Don't. I like it."

"See, I'm teaching you something new already."

"I'm always open to new ideas," she whispers against his lips before she kisses him. His arms wrap around her, pulling her closer still. Her mouth is warm and open and he can feel himself melting for a second.

She starts to pull him off the bookcase, towards her bedroom. But he's too strong, shaking his head as he pulls back and instead spins her so she's now backed against the shelves.

"Here."

"Here?"

Her head is spinning as he looms over her, an arm outsretched above her, his fingers slowly easing the strap of her shirt off her shoulder. He leans down, his mouth on her neck, gentle, warm. Slow.

"For now at least," he rumbles against her shoulder.

For once, Katherine is lost for words. All the quick-wit has left her as she cups the back of Roman's head, stifling a moan as he places whisper-like kisses across her collarbone, long fingers caressing her back as he seeks out the zip to her shirt.

His hands cup her bare breasts and Roman doesn't even attempt to hold back the groan as he does. They fit perfectly in his palms and he smirks to himself as he rolls one nipple and then the other between his thumb and finger and Katherine lets out a gasp.

Her hands claw at his back, tugging his shirt up and over his head.

"Holy fuck," she breathes as she takes him in. Her hands ghost over his abs, his chest. "And this is why I stopped Googling you."

He gives her a quizzical look.

"Because I didn't want to talk myself out of seeing you again."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because guys like you, don't pick girls like me."

"Now that," he wags a finger at her. "Is a line. And a bullshit one at that."

"Why do you think I became a writer in the first place?"

"Nah, not playing this one, baby girl. You're hot. And you know it. And I ain't gonna let you say anything else."

"I'm being deadly serious."

"So am I." His hands slide down quickly, scooping her up and looping her legs around his waist. "Knock it off."

Her breasts press firmly against his chest and Katherine is sure that he can feel her heart pounding fast. His hands cup her ass, squeezing firmly.

"You got me," she breathes against his ear and he pulls back to smirk.

"I got your card marked, Katherine," he tells her, his voice so low it vibrates through her. "You can't play a player."

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A/N: Will I ever write an actual smut fest between these two... I'm undecided. I just love the tease. Thanks for all the love so far. No idea where I'm going with it, just enjoying the ride.

[stevie-petey]

m what a very delicious chapter four that was! also crazy to think that you're already halfway through the season so congrats!! also congrats on ur semester ending, that's awesome :D!

i loooooove the casual intimacy of stug this episode, all the actions of them just knowing that their place was by the other's side is soooo beautiful and omg bug actively thinking of how she loves steve in her head!!!! beautiful!!! and steve truly becoming a part of the henderson family with bug and dustin standing by him the way they would for each other when steve craves family the most ooooooo m don't do that to my heart!!!!! watching steve and bug grow closer and closer and more and more confident in each other and sure of each of their place in each other's lives is very sweet. the line of steve and bug feeling stable and sure whiile they are fighting is such a nice break from other parts of their lives where the disagreement IS the relationship, or it certainly feels defining of the relationship in that moment, instead of a natural course that just happens with two people. i also like the fairly reasonable side you give to both steve and bug. Bug's worries about her friends and family are entirely reasonable obviously, but omg i've been in steve's shoes countless times and i would drink mercury straight outta the bottle if it meant someone would tell me i'm doing the right thing. and i think that's a testament to your skill. it's difficult to create an argument where both sides have valid points and reasons to stand their grounds but remain respectful throughout.

dustin and bug are cute as always, very cute sibling moments! i loved seeing erica, she's a real treasure, and the sinclair siblings are low key my fave kids in the series <3 also i love that bug carries a knife because honestly at that point, why wouldn't you?

okay i really wanted to talk about this nancy and bug thing which is simply fascinating to me, particularly the difference in steve and nancy's reaction? firstly, i once again supporting val in jon being weirdo loser boy! what jon did was soooo lame!!!! WHY is he going to vent to the girl he left for nancy about his relationship problems WITH NANCY like miss girl that is not the move.......even if that girl is weirdly chill about it (which i think is fun remnant of being once boundary-less with each other which does need to change for both of them). also i would make sure there is an underwater volcano wherever val pushes him off the boat so that he is forced to become molten lava and crushed into sediment with the very boulder that was bound to him. and he does deserve that because he also hurt nancy! truly nothing more real than bug actively feeling like she's made the wrong dialogue choice in a social interaction. i felt very bad for her, it is NOT a good position to be stuck in between a couple, least of all, with THIS history. also nancy immediately getting upset at jon, frankly i really get it that is a fair thing to be mad at, especially with her well established insecurity about bug and jon's history with each other, and i think the thing that makes it hurt is that jon kind of knows it?? and still does it???? especially with nancy's context of having a fight and then not talking to her about it and then fighting in the morning.......if i were nancy's freind i'd be cheering for her to break up. and bug immediately trying to explain herself and ALSO explain jon os such a oooo tough mood to feel while nancy just feels like its a defence of jon is sooooo oooooo like yeah that is definitely a situation that johnathan has created!!! i also think its very interesting to how steve responds, very securely and calmly, and i think it speaks to not only how sure he feels about her, but also how differently jon postions in steve's life than bug does in nancy's? like i can't help but think of the terrible "she's everything i'm not" thought that nancy has had for a bit, compared to steve who yeah, is feeling low, but has never really compared himself to jon on such an intrinsic level, other than thinking bug deserves better than jon (she does!). very fun set up here and i can't wait to see how you develop it, i am soooo looking forward to the torture scene and possible revelations!!!

hi darling !!

u touched on SO MUCH

i will say that steves insecurities will shine through more in season 4. season 3 kinda sets up everyone for the next season. while steve will never necessarily be jealous of jon, there will be some tensions in regards to the mans fear of abandonment lmao. as for nancy and bug and jon: its such a mess. jon went to bug because hes exhausted and worried and knows that bug understands what he does and DOESNT say. its only something they have together due to their history. for nance: jon loves her and they have their own form of communication for their stubbornness and need to be right, but ultimately this makes them clash as well. nancy is upset BECAUSE she’s recognizing that bug has jons softer understanding while she has his harder understanding (if that makes sense). hes always weak around bug and strong around nancy and she just wants him to be soft with her too (and he wants nancy to be soft as well, show vulnerability)

theyre basically just a giant “pls be vulnerable” mess that shoves bug in between em. poor girl.

i will also point out that bug went to jon for steve advice as well. yeah they have their history together but they didnt just use each other as a crutch for free therapy sessions. she used jon to vent to as well because he will always be there for her and help her and want whats best, regardless of how they ended. im not defending jon 100%, but in that moment he wasnt thinking “i’ll vent to bug because shes always been weak for me” it was “im confused and scared and overwhelmed and need to talk to my best friend” :(

the sinclairs >>>>>> and YES FOR CASUAL STUG !!! theyre learning <3333

[positivelybeastly]

🖤 - tell everyone how awful tess is

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

Tess McKay is a beautiful woman that Hank McCoy has absolutely no romantic interest in (barring the one to three times they kissed way back when, shhh, we don't talk about that), so he appreciates her beauty much in the same way that he appreciates the Portrait of Madame X by John Singer Sargent. Objectively gorgeous.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

You may have noticed that I have marked both predictable and unpredictable. No, I will not elaborate. The rest of these all sort of slide along a spectrum depending on which verse these two are currently inhabiting and how well they're both doing in their respective spheres, but it's rare that Hank will find her anything to be anything less than his best friend.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

The capacity exists, but the will does not. I really struggle to think of a scenario in which it would make proper sense - maybe if it was a literal fuck or die situation, which, contrived, but, sure, I guess they'd do it then? I honestly think they've just completely sidestepped the need for that level of physical intimacy, and instead gone on to a degree of emotional understanding that would render actual sex just a weird experience.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

The only thing stopping Tess from being Hank's only friend is that Simon is canonically his 'dearest friend,' and I think Tess herself would view it as an indecency to try and lay claim to that role, considering she's Hank's not-beard and all.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

Teenage Tess deeply confused teenage Hank, and I feel like the feeling was relatively mutual. This confusion accounts for the kissing. That being said, I think Hank would always have seen Tess as being fundamentally cool and interesting, even if they were both in very weird emotional places back then. What teen isn't, right?

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

She's his best friend. This is true in most universes. The end.

[wildskissed]

Spicy Edition:

Eve is honestly not big at all on casual sex, but that doesn't mean that it can't occur. She just prefers feelings more than some lust to have sex with someone, so if you wanna just have a one night stand, you gotta work for it, I'm sorry. She won't do it unless she feels like she's emotionally benefitting from it in the moment OR it will make her partner in the moment feel better, and she actually cares about them a little first. It's not the healthiest approach for sure, but if they're interested in her and she's interested enough and it's for their benefit, she could be persuaded.

Her idea of foreplay is more than a romantic date, or needy kisses, or fevered touching, or longing eye contact--she firmly believes in getting her partner off at least once with her hand and/or mouth before sex/sex. It's her way of memorizing her partner and their sounds and showing her appreciation for them that they'd even sleep with her in the first place. I know, I know: very unsurprisingly, her protective/giving nature also translates into enjoying going down on her partner in a very reverent manner with praise before and after.

Eve is a switch. Honestly, once a relationship is established in the sex area, she is a tad more dominant and has a slightly higher sex drive because she thoroughly enjoys sexual intimacy with someone she loves, but she thrives on adapting to her partner's needs. She also has needs of her own and sometimes it's just nice to not be the one that's 'in control'. She's also a big fan of riding but being railed is just as pleasing.

SHE LOVES CUDDLES. Honestly, she likes cuddles more than sex, but she especially is fond of naked cuddles. The intimacy of getting to run your fingertips along your partner's skin and be skin to skin is comforting for her. She's hard pressed to be the first person to leave the bed, actually.

Piggybacking off of that: cock-warming. She's absolutely into that.

Eve is into tying her partner down and then getting them off multiple times. Be that scarves indoors, or vines outdoors (druid magic is a trip, okay?). If you get deep in a relationship with her, she's going to ask to do this at least once.

She is a little more receptive to sex early in the morning, especially after a night of snuggling and sharing a bed, but she can get revved up late at night pretty easy too. That's not to say you can't rev her up at any point under the right circumstances, but yeah...

Now that she's got magic, she does use it during sex sometimes, or before in grand gestures. Actually, sometimes after in grand gestures of appreciation, but she enjoys the weave the SENSATIONS it brings, and how you can be one with your partner through it without the need of words.

Eve likes to mark her partner up, so she can see her handiwork. She also likes to trace and kiss scars, freckles, etc., and overall have her mouth and hands all over them. Praises will be whispered along fevered skin and they just won't stop.

While she is sensitive about the scars on her neck, she will absolutely MELT if you kiss them before/during/after sex. Kissing her neck is actually also a surefire way to turn her own if it's followed by words of affirmation in relation to the scars.

She does like to dress up in lingerie, and due to the sensation of the material, lace is her preferred type.

Eve will honestly try anything at least once. If there is a kink you've got, or an idea you wanna roleplay, etc., she'll be super receptive about it. She's big on sexual intimacy in all its forms and that means communication about what does it for you and what you'd like to explore. That's just as IMPORTANT as the rest of it.

She admittedly has a little breeding kink, I am sorry. I say a 'little' because it's conditional to the type of relationship you have with her outside of sex.

Eve is pretty POSSESSIVE of her partners, tbh, but she'll never make you stay if you don't want to. It more extends to she prefers sex behind closed doors, but also gets off a little on semi public stuff where people could happen on you but aren't actively there.

She's also not huge on poly relationships because of this unless every person in the relationship feels the same amount of wanted and heard. She's just not super great at sharing, so poly relationships would be work, which they should be anyway--everyone involved should be EQUAL.

[kiefbowl]

kief i think im a loser no one ever wants to be my friend and it makes me cry once a year at least. I cant remember the last time i had a friend. All my phone log history is just calls or texts from my mom every couple weeks. Its just hard for me to make friends.

It can be hard making friends, you have to put yourself out there in a scary way and sometimes you don't get returns on it, which is never fun.

I don't think having no friends makes you a loser. I think it shows great resilience to keep on trucking when you're missing this vital part of your life.

I can't magic friends for you, though I wish I could, but I could offer some advice making adult friends that hopefully might help you feel better:

Put yourself in places and situations where you have to meet people. Yes, you could go to a bar or coffee shop and hope to strike up a conversation, but don't forget to look outside the box. An art class, a volunteer opportunity, a local debate - who knows. The important thing is that people will never materialize inside your house, so you have to go where the people are.

Don't forget to be interesting :) That's to say, you're definitely already interesting, you have thoughts, opinions, personal history that makes you interesting...but sometimes getting to that level of intimacy takes some time. So be open about your hobbies and weird niche knowledge! Maybe you think no one wants to hear your obsession with whatever thing, but it's not true. The more you talk about it with people you know and strangers, the more practice you get at talking about it in a way that is casual conversation friendly. And sometimes it'll always be a miss with some people, oh well you'd probably never click with them anyway. The second side of this is to keep pursuing things you like and make you happy, the more skills, hobbies, and knowledge you're pursuing (just pursuing, you don't have to be an expert to be interesting!), the more you have to talk about. The fall back of course if you're thinking "but I'm a big loser who doesn't do or know anything" (you're not) is that watching a tv show, a movie, or reading a book is something every one "gets", so make sure you're prioritizing time to do these fun activities a couple times a week because the more you see and read, the more chance you have to meet someone who's also seen it or read it.

When you meet someone you like, don't be coy. If you're worried about coming on too strong, a good exercise is to think about someone you don't know well telling you they really like you and want to get to you know. How would you want to be told? What would actually come off too strong? What might be odd but forgivable, especially if they seemed nervous? What would actually have to be said that would be an absolute no-starter? You probably have a lot more patience for fictional strangers, so it's worthwhile to assume lots of real life strangers will be patient with you. Plus, everyone likes having friends! People are more often than not very flattered to hear a nice person likes them. I think a good opener is something that's direct, like this: "I've enjoyed meeting you. I'd like to get to know you better, I think we could be really good friends."

When asking people to be friends, invite them to do something and don't be vague or put off details. Don't say: "Let's get coffee sometimes." Do say: "Do you want to get coffee with me tomorrow?" Don't say: "We should go see a movie next week!" Do say: "I want to go see X movie, are you available Saturday to come with me?" If the first response is a "Oh that doesn't work for me," then suggest an alternative plan. If they can't commit to an activity or time, just drop it, they're probably just trying to be nice or something else is going on. But the truth is the reason why when you say "we should hang out sometime!" and they say "yeah!" and then nothing ever happens is not because no one wants to be friends with you, but because everyone is bad at this. Vague plans are easy to agree to without lying, and everyone wants to protect themselves. But there's relief when someone takes the burden of planning off their shoulders.

If you're seeking long term, deep friendships, just know it takes time and it takes vulnerability. It's okay to have only a handful of fairweather friends to start. They're not false, per se, they just serve a different need. They're fun friends. But fun friends can become deep friends with effort and time. If you meet someone you only sorta connect with on some things, you don't have to write them off. Maybe you'll never be deeply entwined in each other lives, but having someone to get lunch with a few times a year can be a nice touchstone in your life. Let the friendship unfold, and that can be enjoyable in itself.

My final advice is: when you're feeling down, remember I'm rooting for you :) one stranger to another, I understand the struggle. You're lonely, but you're not alone, I promise. <3

[goldendoodledenny]

From the same writer of [Peddling, Prattling] and [Sunset].

X-reader, no specified gender.

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[ Pearly Polishing ]

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Adamai's scales had been looking a bit dull and had a rougher texture to them lately. Each touch that you managed to steal had noticeably gotten less smooth than the first time you touched his scales, so...

"I said I can do it myself, okay? I'll do it eventually!" Adamai cried out, but he didn't really back off since he knew you were slower than him anyways and he didn't want to make you too angry.

"No, you wouldn't! Come on, just this once, please? Otherwise you'll keep forgetting and go on more adventures and never do it!"

You had a small handful of scale polish bought from a merchant from a small yet influential tribe, all natural and it smelled like sweet bamboo milk mixed with cinnamon. However, it'd take some persuasion to finally get Adamai to give in. He wasn't used to such intimacy even if it was casual.

"Adamai, the only reason I bought this was because your scales were getting rougher! You wouldn't wanna accidentally scratch me with your scales, would you?"

That was what made him hesitate and sigh in resignation. He didn't want to hurt you on accident because of his own self-neglect, but this would only happen once. 'Only once.' He told himself, though he didn't think that he'd be able to keep that internal promise for long as he saw the beaming smile on your face.

"Fine. Only once, okay?"

"Yaaaay!"

He let himself be dragged to the bed by you, sitting down and internally wincing at how the bedframe creaked at the weight of a person and a humanoid dragon on it.

You uncapped the polish and gestured for him to turn around, staring for a few moments before he huffed and you snapped out of your daze to get to work.

From afar or even standing right next to him, someone would rather think that Adamai had skin instead of scales. Up close, though, they were... tiny. Seamless, or more like lots of tiny seams normally imperceptible to others.

You got a small glob of the cream on one finger before you spread it out on his back. Apparently, it was supposed to be like lotion for reptile-people, so it would at least be a polishing gel for dragons, you hoped.

The scars on his back still saddened you somewhat. Even though they were invisible, the small ridges were still able to be felt under the palms of your hands.

You finished up on his shoulders and back soon enough, starting to go for his neck before he stiffened up and decided to not do that area yet. Instead, his lower back. It was an interesting change in texture, perhaps the white scales were hit more than the blue ones.

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Meanwhile, for Adamai, he couldn't decide whether or not this was torture or heaven.

On one claw, you, a person he cared about and trusted, was doing this for him even though he thought that he didn't deserve it.

On another claw, you were touching him in ways he wasn't used to, without platonic intent, hostile intent, or a clinical detachment. He wasn't prepared for this, but to tell you now would make you uncomfortable and to be honest, he'd feel bad.

To be honest with himself... he liked it.

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Back to you, now. You had started on his tail because going any lower would make the situation awkward. The room had been quite for a while, but that was fine, since any noise would distract you anyways.

"Hm."

A sudden noise made you jump a little. Adamai had made a small noise of surprise when you went for the tip of the tail and you quickly pulled your hands away to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable or anything.

"Are you alright? I didn't make you feel weird, did you?"

"No, it was just that... I haven't felt anything there for a long time. It was just a little surprising."

"Oh, yeah, that must've been shocking."

"..."

The silence resumed, just a bit more tense than before. A weird kind of tense. Discreetly, you pressed two fingers against your lips before pressing those same two fingers against the tip of Adamai's tail.

He probably wouldn't notice.

You started on his arms, deciding to not look up since eye contact was probably unnecessary right now, but in return...

...the blush on Adamai's face was quickly hidden, though his mouth pressed into a thin line from the entire situation.

His forearms were a bit hefty, but he raised them so you wouldn't have any difficulties in polishing, or rather, massaging him.

His hands were softer after the polishing cream, which had almost run out, were applied. So, that made you wonder...

"Hey, can you turn around? I need to get your face as well."

"...alright."

Reluctantly, he turned to face you, yet he was looking away.

So, you started up on his neck, and up to his chin. Noticeably smoother than other areas.

His cheeks, however, were rough. He must've gotten hit in the face a lot. Your eyebrows furrowed and Adamai, noticing this, shuffled a bit in his seat and closed his eyes as you rubbed some of the last bits of polishing cream onto his face, head, and his ears.

His ears were unfairly soft. You couldn't resist pinching them a little.

And, while his eyes were closed...

A quick peck on the lips.

...

You quickly fled, leaving the almost empty container and Adamai behind in the bedroom after you realized what you just did.

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Adamai himself was dumbstruck, eyes widened, pupils dilated, ears pricked up, everything. Did that just happen? Did that really just happen? Even for him, it was hard to believe.

His eyes darted to the near-empty container. A little bit of the polish was left at the bottom and he held it in one clawed hand, covering his mouth with the other. A blush was painfully obvious on his face, with how pale the scales on his cheeks were.

He didn't know what just happened, but he definitely knew that Amalia, Yugo, Dally, Evangeline, or the kids will tease him so hard about this later.

"Damn it... I didn't even get to say thank you."

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OOOOOOH MI GODDESS!!

Delicious, thank you!

[variousqueerthings]

well I wrote about showers in MASH thoughts with @mashbrainrot and @le-red-queen because I was wondering if my fixating on it was merely humble objectification (it is also that), and now there’s more interesting stuff, like Context and Theme and Queercoding (always queercoding):

1. ok the obvious out of the way, I am not immune to the intimacy of seeing characters in showers. and I like the aesthetics of shower scenes. and alan alda and mike farrell are cute (also thank you to the single father Mulcahy shower scene, we finally got a good look at the shoulders he hides under those turtlenecks!)

2. and maybe a part of the original questionmark-feeling was considering how it’s not that common an occurrence as a setting -- usually showers convey something or other if they’re happening, you’re getting real close to someone in some way. They’re a normal everyday sort of thing that in narratives are often shown in order to be deeply intimate with characters for whatever reason, and so they don’t just get thrown in over and over again in a story, unless the setting is, idk... swimmers tournament or smthin. Showers are an important place, where Things Are Conveyed (whether they’re private or communal)

3. and it may not actually be as common an occurrence on the show as my brain is making it out to be, but I’ll be counting on my rewatch, as well as noting more directly what happens in showers -- and this is where my friendly neighbourhood co-ramblers come in and actually give me some more context that I’ve since forgotten

4. usually if Hawkeye is in the shower it’s with Trapper (s1-3) or BJ (s4-onwards). Obviously Hawkeye is physically and emotionally close with these men outside of the shower scenario, in ways that could fill pages of examples (dancing, sharing painful moments, wearing each others’ clothes, etc.) -- the shower brings home that, yeah, there’s really no part of each other they haven’t seen, to the point that it’s a complete non-event

5. in a wider context, it’s a domestic non-event anyway. Potter and Margaret have had meetings with each other while one of them was in the shower. They’ve walked in on Charles showering (and stolen his water). Margaret stole their clothes. Father Mulcahy was showering when a complete stranger to the unit took the stall next to his and started casually chatting to him. And presumably in-universe (to go away from the narrative use of shower-settings) they’ve all used (single-sex) communal showers in their lives anyway, so what gives on thinking too much about it?

6. Sidenote: earlier in the show there was that uncomfortable “spying on nurses in the shower” joke that popped up every once in awhile. I don’t think of these scenes in terms of non-events, those were just invasions of privacy and I’m glad the show has moved past that, except for mild ribbing between people who know each other well (Hawkeye offering to scrub Margaret’s back)

7. I’m sure anyone who’s been in a longterm communal setting, like the army, wouldn’t bat an eyelid, but there’s something about the fact that they’re not soldiers, they didn’t set out to be in this space and build a family with one another. And narratively it’s another subversion from a lot of war-films which are intensely afraid of creating deep intimacy in casual spaces, that don’t involve your buddy bleeding to death in your arms or what have you (not consciously because It mIgHT bE gAy, but moreso because it wouldn’t be manly and therefore not cool, I presume)

8. and on the “not cool” thread, these moments aren’t fraught with danger or  massive amounts of conflict, they’re just... downtime. They can set up conflict and scenes (like the water drought episode or again, Margaret stealing the clothes) and include important information, but as a setting they’re about decompression, they’re about washing off dirt and blood, and they’re often where you get some of the funnest banter and some meaningful conversation

9. Showering is an ordinary occurrence that’s given so much weight

10. for a Very Private Place, it’s also not super private. There is no “real” private space here. Just two guys living in each others’ pockets (mashbrainrot I love that phrase) with a door right there that anybody could open at any time. There’s some interesting underlying questions about what you can get away with in terms of closeness and how much more adamantly you have to affirm boundaries if there are so few in-built ones, if, say, you were two guys who were dancing on the edge of acceptable behaviour anyway

11. in conclusion-ish: the things that are conveyed here are slightly different to the typical shower-scene. Something about (lack) of privacy, something about intimacy and domesticity as a way of building up the characters’ relationships to each other, something about decompression and a teeny tiny room to stave off the fact that there’s a war right outside, something about how MASH puts a lot of weight on the importance of everyday routines (as well as what happens when those basic routines are disrupted in an already disrupted life), and something about wet boys whose closeness you as a viewer are suddenly also very close to... 

12. also something about Hawkeye and BJ ducking down to hide their chests from Margaret, as if this was an unexpected breach of privacy and they’re not both usually very fond of being given the attention. I am enamoured.

[curseplay]

@deatheless sent: stay. the bed's big enough for both of us.

there may be a conflict of interest here. paris isn't sure she can stay in the same bed with mina without kissing her, but she also isn't sure if mina would want to be kissed. they curl and relax their fingers as their bare knee brushes against the edge of the bed. for a moment, and only a brief moment, there's a stalemate. paris weighs her options and her self control.

to leave her like this would be cruel, wouldn't it ? after they've spent what feels like an entire night post - show hashing out the details of how their respective curses impact their touring lives. it's intimate in a way they aren't used to. in a way they didn't think would ever be possible. and while that intimacy is more than enough for them, they still yearn. how could they not ? andie and lauren [ but more particularly andie, ] know by now that this isn't just a paris harrow brand episode of lust, or shoehorning lust into something it simply won't become. they're in love with mina . . . which makes this even more dangerous to them than if it was just some offhand fling.

it's scary because, since their admissions, its become clear to paris that nothing will ever be entirely casual between them ever again. not a hand hold. not a locking of eyes from across the room. definitely not sharing a bed. adding the aforementioned feelings to the mix just makes the grave deeper.

but then her eyes, brown and doe - like, are twelve feet deep and counting. mina stares at her in a silent plea for an answer. paris loves her enough to try and reign that love in.

❝ — yeah, okay, ❞ they say, as if it was that simple a decision. turning their brain and body to autopilot, paris leans forward to climb in next to her, well aware of how different a hotel bed feels compared to the one at the watts home.

she gravitates right to their side. they wrap an arm around her, locking them both in. ❝ try and get some sleep. i think we both need it, ❞