#there’s no way this hasn’t been done but w/e

[gender-euphowrya]

playing we happy few lately and Damn i should have played this sooner

[thewritetofreespeech]

perhaps E, M, and W for kunikida?

NSFW Alphabet  

E = EXPERIENCE (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Fair, I guess is the best way to describe it? Kunikida is a handsome young man, so he’s had partners before. He hasn’t recently just for the sheer danger of his job he doesn’t want to get anyone involved. He also doesn’t really believe in one-night stands or Love Hotels, so it’s been a while since he’s been with anyone.

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

His partner taking control. Not necessarily the bedroom. Seeing them be commanding in the office space, or at their job, or on the battlefield fills him with so much respect and adoration that Kunikida might burst! He keeps his legendary control though and at least waits until he gets home.

W = WILD CARD (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Though he’s never done it before (he wants to be very clear on that) Kunikida would not be above using his abilities in the bedroom. Summoning toys, vibrators, and all other manner of sexual things into their play. Double points as he wouldn’t have to go to a store to get these items. He’d be too embarrassed.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Final Bids [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: (19) Stakes are high and mischief is rife at Stark's charity auction. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Auction trope. Smuttish. Language. Mild Angst -> Fluff. (w/c 4.7k)

Loki hadn’t shown up fighting his way through customs at the airport. There was no dramatic kiss on the runway, and no hint of his theatrical presence at the other side when you landed at JFK. He’s never text you before, he won’t start now; you thought, staring at the blank phone screen resting on the bar of the Tower’s event suite. You stared at it, hoping for a miraculous flash. This is mad.

“Hey.” Wanda said, sliding into the seat beside yours. “Hey.” you replied flatly. She was dressed to the nines tonight, cleavage bursting from a sinfully red strapless dress. “You better be careful in that thing, Thor will get the wrong idea.” you muttered, taking another sip of your drink. “Oh, I’m counting on it.” Wanda winked. “Have you seen him?” she said, flipping her hair over one shoulder as she scanned the room.

“No...I need to talk to him, actually.” you said, joining her in scouting the bustling crowd. Wanda hummed, distracted. Needing to talk to Thor, you chided yourself; say you’re desperate without saying you’re desperate. “I still think you should have given Stark a pair of used panties for this thing.” the redhead mumbled coyly as she turned back to you, satisfied her audience of choice was not in the direct vicinity. “I don’t think anyone wants my dirty underwear, girl.” you laughed, happy for the distraction. “Please.” she scoffed. “Whatever pheromones you’re pumping out had two gods fighting over you. Lit-e-ral-ly.” she said, emphasising with four slaps of her palm on the bar. “People would pay good money to wear that shit like perfume. Mark my words.” You shrugged, seeing Wanda’s eyes narrow. “I think my pheromones are officially out of business, honestly” you sighed, “Rome didn’t exactly go to plan. I think we’re done.” Wanda rolled her eyes. “You always say that. And then the next time I see you, the hair’s all fucked out and you have a big dopey smile on your face and something new he’s said or done that’s driving you crazy. It’s your thing. Your couple thing.” “We’re not a couple.” you snapped.

“If you say so.” Wanda murmured coyly, manoeuvring the tiny straw hanging off her cocktail into her mouth.

There was a pause as you both ran your eyes over the elegant guests returning from intermission. So far, the charity auction had been a roaring success. Your combat belt went for a respectable forty-eight large, while a pair of Banner’s ripped shorts and Bucky’s unwashed sweatband had both garnered over fifty thousand. You knew the world had gone officially mad when Rogers’ notebook of patriotic mindfulness ramblings reached double that. Tony was working his magic on a group of shareholders near the head of the hall, raucous laughter splitting the gin-soaked air. Steve stood at the podium, frowning. As expected, he was taking the duty of auctioneer very seriously.

“What did you hand over to Tony’s fund, then?” you said, crossing your legs on the barstool. “A bra.” Wanda shrugged, as you spluttered on a mouthful of diet coke. “What?!” she postured innocently, “it’s for charity.” The two of you burst into peals of laughter, your gaze drawn back to Captain Rogers squinting at his cards on the stage. “Oh, Steve’s gonna love that.” you gasped, wiping a tear from your eye. Wanda shrugged again. “They said a personal item that people would want – so I complied.” Clint peeled away from the edge of the crowd, leaning on the bar beside you. “Ladies.” he said solemnly, letting his stare wander from a distance over the pulsing mass of people. “Have either of you seen Laufeyson?” Wanda shook her head. “I don’t think he’s coming, he’s not on the auction list – hasn’t even submitted anything.” she said casually, fiddling with her straw. Your stomach dropped, as Clint grimaced. “Good.” he said, letting out a sigh of relief. You frowned. “What’s the problem?” A forced smile stretched across Barton’s face. “Oh nothing! Just...trying to lay low that’s all. He and I had a little...never mind.” You shifted your handbag on the bar, feeling the weight of Loki’s seal rolling gently against the sides. He wouldn’t want to lose it, you thought; remembering the awkward conversations with airport security in Rome. A flash of green caught your attention out the corner of your eye. Whipping your head towards the entrance, you watched as a polished and preened Amanda sashayed around the edge of the crowd like a shark. Green, you scoffed. She’s really laying it on thick. Amanda teetered on her heels before pausing, forehead creased as she plopped down on a chair and hoisting one leg over the other. Clint cleared his throat. “They’re starting again, Tony sent me to get you guys. Shall we?” The next forty-five minutes went by in a haze as your gaze flickered intermittently to the main doors. Loki never missed a chance to schmooze with the higher echelons of Midgardian society. He enjoyed the look of abject terror on Steve’s face too much. You clapped dryly with the others as each lot was closed: Thor’s silk nightcap, Natasha’s make-up case, Lang’s personalised hip-flask and of course...Wanda’s bra. Where is he? You couldn’t help but notice Amanda glancing over her shoulder, meeting your eyes each time before quickly turning away. She made no bids, you noticed; but her stare wandered to the main entrance with suspicious regularity. The same as your own. Steve rumbled on, pausing for laughter as the crowd graciously indulged their host for the evening. Tony heckled from the side-lines, making the captain’s cheeks flush pink on each occasion. As he began the speech he had rehearsed for the closing remarks, you saw his blue eyes widen. The tell-tale shuffle of bodies parting behind you was the only other sound you registered as whispers ran through the crowd like the rustle of leaves. “Good Evening, Agent.” a low voice drawled softly over your shoulder. Wanda elbowed you teasingly in the ribs, her hands still folded on the high circular cocktail table. You elbowed her sharply back.

Tilting your chin casually to the side, you saw the blurred edge of Loki’s profile as he hovered at a respectful distance. “You’re late.” you hissed, heart thundering in your chest as the scent of him infused the air. You could have sworn the holy incense from the Roman church still clung to his hair. Loki chuckled lightly under his breath, hot air ghosting your ear. “I think you’ll find I’m right on time.” he purred, before peeling away to a space at a standing table to your side. Suddenly your mouth felt dry, flickering your eyes to the side covertly. Loki was wearing a suit tonight, but not just a suit; you whined internally. Never just a suit. Snug trousers of darkest forest green clung to his legs, the straight hem tailored flawlessly to the tongues of his dress shoes. A jacket of green sateen was wrapped around his exquisite musculature, biceps bulging beneath the glossy fabric as he conjured a drink to his open hand. You ran your eyes over the black lapel, his strong chest flat beneath the trussed layers of propriety you wanted to rip from his body.

Beneath the jacket, a silk waistcoat hugged his broad torso; the buttons glinting in the low atmospheric lights. A matching cravat wound around his long neck, fastened with a peculiar brooch you could only assume was Asgardian.

His hair was drawn back in an unkempt bun, messy strands hanging by his carved cheekbones. The contrast between his refined ensemble and the muss of his hair was not coincidental. It couldn’t be. A gentleman in the streets, a ravenous Asgardian whore in the sheets; it screamed. In his free hand, he held a cane; the tip heavy and ornately carved. Completely unnecessary, of course. Of course, you thought – watching him sip his drink with a knowing smirk. People were staring. And among them, Amanda. Steve cleared his throat pointedly, trying to recapture the section of the crowd engrossed in the unexpected late arrival. Your gaze swung back to the blushing blonde just as a stagehand crept sheepishly to his side, handing him a note.

“-and so in conclusion we would like to thank...to...wait wha-?” he raised his hands towards Tony, waving to the note with undisguised irritation. You saw Stark shrug, closing his eyes as his eyebrows raised. Just go with it, the gesture said. Steve frowned. “It seems we have one final item for auction, folks.” the captain said sourly, his feelings on the matter abundantly clear. “Courtesy of Loki Laufeyson apparently...which is..is-” He trailed off as he flipped the prompt card in his hand over, before waving it subtlety to the man who had delivered it, hidden offstage. The stagehand shrugged, making Steve purse his lips. “Well...I’m sure whatever our newest member has submitted for tonight’s fundraising efforts will be top notch. Why don’t we get the man himself up here to tell us about it, since he’s being so coy?” Steve looked smugly towards towards the god in the crowd, before he frowned. Loki was already sauntering towards the stage, tipping the ostentatious cane to excited applause before he began to climb the steps. You could see Steve’s lips moving, the rest of his face a stoic warning. He spun on his heels towards the audience, whipping the microphone cable once. “So, why don’t you tell the generous people here what they’ll be bidding on?” he announced through gritted teeth, an air of joviality barely masking his anxiety. Rogers gaze ran suspiciously over the god's placid features before turning back to the crowd with a showman smile. Loki clasped his hands behind his back, leaning forward to the microphone clenched in the captain’s fist. “Me.” he said, slowly.

There were gasps as the guests leaned to each others ears, hands impulsively travelling to the bidding paddles discarded prematurely. “Ha-ha-ha he’s only joking folks. Let’s not get excited.” Steve chuckled, extending a hand to pat down the enthusiasm on the air. “Why don’t you tell them what they’ll really be bidding on.” he said with a maniacal fake smile that looked like it hurt. Loki’s smirk was a masterpiece of mischief, flirting at the dimples at the base of those devastatingly high cheekbones. He bent forward to the microphone, and you saw the exact moment that Steve realised it was too late to pull it away. “Me.” Loki repeated with a growl, his voice even richer and more seductive the second time. His long fingers wrapped around Steve’s white knuckles, holding him steady. “For one night, for the highest bidder; I will show them what it is to be brought to the precipice of sanity through pleasure. My complete and utter carnal devotion. An unlocking of your basest and most debauched desires. That is my submission to this affair.” He straightened, his eyes flickering to Steve’s face now pinker than his fuchsia tie. The poor captain’s eyes were watering. You felt sick. “What the fuck is he doing?” Wanda hissed, before downing her drink. “This is ridiculous, how dare he... he needs a knee in the nuts-” You turned, shushing her. “No, just...I need to..think.” you muttered. On one hand, if he didn’t go above fifty thousand...you could probably afford it. Just. But then, why should you? The arrogant, cruel prick that he was. If there was ever a way to show you that he was over it, over you – then this was it. Fuck him, you thought; blood thundering as you saw Amanda twirling the paddle between her fingers. And he’s definitely going above fifty-fucking-thousand. You saw Tony begin to squirm as Steve took a few tentative steps to the front of the podium. “You know...ladies and gents I gotta say this is pretty heckin’ unorthodox right here and I’m not sure-” In a handful of frantic bounds, Tony was on the stage; his arms spread wide before he clapped Rogers harshly on the back. “-OK, thanks Cap.” he announced playfully. “Captain Goodtimes over here doesn’t think it would be proper to support tonight’s great cause with this...fine specimen on the bidding block.” He motioned up and down Loki’s long body, his endless limbs wrapped in the exquisite green suit that shimmered like blackbird feathers in the light. “Do you agree with him?” Tony yelled incredulously, winding up the baying crowd with a circling fist as chants of No filled the air. Steve was incandescent with embarrassment, redness flushing down beneath the collar of his shirt. “Are you ready to get a piece.of.this?” Tony roared, as Loki spun slowly on his heels, hands clasped behind his back before he raised them outwards with faux sheepishness. A smile tugged his lips, eyes smouldering across the crowd becoming steadily unsettled as friends became adversaries in the face of competition. Chaos was brewing.

You suddenly felt yourself jostled, Wanda’s hand grasping at your forearm before it slipped away. Swathes of guests crowded forward, each trying to be subtle and failing miserably. Men and women crushed together towards the stage, elbows popping dangerously close to eyes as they readied their paddles for action. “Let’s start the bidding at...twenty thousand.” Tony postured towards the fizzing audience, casting an appraising glance back towards Loki who met his stare with a tilt of his head. His lips pursed, a silent 'ooo' sliding between his lips as he feigned offence.

Tony grinned, pressing the microphone innocently to his chin. “Number seventeen, I see you.” he pointed. “Twenty five thousand.” a strangled voice shrieked behind you. “Twenty-five, not bad.” Tony mumbled, beginning to pace. Loki swung the handle of his cane casually, before making it flip in the air and land expertly back in his grip. The crowd groaned in unison, the scent of mass arousal beginning to hang heavy in the air. You felt your pussy clench beneath your party dress, beads of sweat beginning to form on your collarbone. In a flash, the cane disappeared, as Tony let his forefinger trail down the silk of Loki’s waistcoat, toying with a chain hanging from the pocket. “It’s a nice suit Laufeyson – you’ve got quite the wardrobe, but I think your bidders are more interested in what’s underneath all that slutty satin am I right?” he said coyly, raising an eyebrow. Feral roars of approval sounded around you, as you were shunted back and forth. The man beside you shot up his hand. “Thirty-five!” he yelled, waving the paddle in the air. The increments came like bullets as Loki’s fingers toyed with the silk cravat wound around his neck, sliding the material teasingly from the curve. He threw it into the audience, two women falling to the floor as they became a squabbling mess of bare legs and dishevelled Chanel.

This can’t be happening, you thought with a wave of panic. You clenched the paddle in your fist to your chest, watching the smouldering sweep of Loki’s gaze run like treacle over his captive audience as he began to shrug the satin jacket from his shoulders.

“Fifty!” you heard yourself gasp, arm straight in the air. Tony’s face scrunched, his amusement palpable as he acknowledged the desperate bid with a nod. But it was white noise. “Sixty-five!” the man beside you blurted immediately, shouldering you roughly to the side as he squeezed forwards. You cast a pleading look towards Wanda, who shook her head in disapproval. Tony didn’t have to say a word, pointing to each bidder as they continued to come thick and fast. Loki held his waistcoat with one long finger, dangling it teasingly to the side before letting it drop. It vanished before hitting the floor. Seventy. Eighty-two. Ninety-five thousand. The devastatingly erotic god treated each button of his shirt like an act of foreplay. His fingers caressed the curve before releasing another sliver of fair skin to the sound of baying moans of desire all around you. Beginning to force your way against the tide of bodies to Wanda, you collided with Scott. “Oh hey.” he grinned, eyes wide with excitement. “This is fucking ca-ray-zy right?” Another wave of squeals told you Loki had reached the end of the line of buttons. Suddenly Scott raised both arms, throwing his head back. “A HUNDRED N’ FIFTY BIG ONES!” he yelled, returning to his previous stance as if nothing had happened.

“What?” he quipped casually, giving a shrug of resignation as he was immediately outbid. “Just shooting my shot. Plus, this is legend already. Iconic. No way I ain’t gonna be part of that.” You rolled your eyes, beginning to press against the mass of bodies to the side. “We should get t-shirts. ‘I bid on Loki Laufeyson’…” he joked to no-one. “’And all I got was this stupid semi.’” he added wistfully as you finally reached Wanda. “I saw your bid. It was kind of lame.” she drawled. You shook your head. “I don’t know what to do Wanda.” you whined, wringing your hands. You heard a commotion as the crowd parted over near the doors – a woman had fainted. Loki’s smirk was pure drama as he showed off the endless length of his body with finesse, bare chest glowing beneath the stage-lights. His legs were wide – a perfect triangle wrapped in tight, luxurious cotton that creased against his thighs. The bulge of his cock was clearly visible, every subtle sway of his hips making the fabric stretch against the outline. The bladed angles of his face flashed tantalisingly beneath heavy-lidded eyes as he reached for his belt buckle. Five hundred thousand. Five-fifty. Six hundred.

Wanda rolled her eyes again. “Look – if he doesn’t say it back? Well then he’s the same asshole he’s always been. Nothing ventured, nothing gained and all that.” she mumbled, taking another sip of her drink. “But the auction-” you whined, feeling Wanda’s other-worldly grip tighten on your wrist. “You’re an Avenger, dumbass.” she growled. “Fuck the auction.” “Fuck the auction.” you repeated unconvincingly under your breath, turning to face the source of your undoing. Loki’s eyes met yours across the room as he ambled forwards, ignoring the hordes of guests who had lost all sense of decorum scrounging at the stage’s edge. They were feral. Over the chaotic din, you could swear you heard the clunk of metal as his graceful fingers toyed with the metal fastening at his hips. He slid the leather out of its loops slowly. Tony wolf- whistled. “Hoooo-eee folks, do I hear seven hundred thousand for a night of debauchery with this actual...real life...bona-fide sex god. Think of the orphans, people.” he jibed, working the crowd into a frenzy. Eight hundred, eight-fifty, nine hundred. You watched the constant flash of frenzied paddles rise and fall, your breaths becoming ragged under duress. “Do I hear one million?!” Tony smarmed, unfurling his arm towards Loki who had placed his hands on his hips, working the waistband of his trousers down to reveal the V of his muscles. “Come on, we’ve all seen the Twitter photos...don’t pretend you haven’t read the tabloids - you know he’s worth it.” Loki flicked a strand of hair back from his eyes, throwing Tony a slow wink as a paddle for the one million bid rose tentatively in the air. Fuck, Tony. you thought, slamming your paddle down to the bar table. “Are you gonna use that?” a woman behind you mumbled inaudibly, before sliding it away. Your frantic eyes found Amanda, still seated elegantly at one of the high stools. There was something different about her tonight, you pondered; as she waited with a look of unbreakable concentration. Waiting to pounce.

There were gasps as Loki reached one arm up, the mouth-watering curve of his bicep matched only by the tight stretch in his obliques. He tilted his chin down, the coquettishly slutty pose making you realise a flood of wetness had begun pooling traitorously between your thighs. He slowly dragged the hair-tie from his messy bun, letting waves of curls fall around his collarbone. “Final bids, folks.” Tony sighed. “I don’t think Laufeyson can take off any more clothes without Steve-y boy going into cardiac arrest.” he quipped, fighting to contain laughter as he glanced at Rogers concealed off stage. Final bids. A wave of nausea rolled in your belly. Who had bid last? Was it the stockbroker, the mayor’s wife? Obama? You couldn’t tell, the mass of jostling bodies melding into one horrible sludge of jealousy. “Two million.” a clear-cut voice called over the carnage. Every head in the room turned to gape at the owner, but you didn’t even need to look. It was her. Tony released a low whistle, spinning on his heels and patting Loki on the shoulder with a commiserate shake. “Two million. No pressure, bud. Hope the royal sceptre has been resting recently.” he mumbled with feigned secrecy into the microphone. Loki chuckled, leaning over. “A veritable bargain, I assure you.” he smirked. “That’s my boy!” Tony chuckled gleefully, spinning to the front. “Two million going once…” Your eyes were wide, turning to Wanda who nudged her head frantically to the head of the room. Tackle him, it said. “Two million going twice…” - “Where’s my paddle…?” you gasped, not thinking straight, “I..fuck.” “Sold!” Tony yelled, to moans of disappointment and reluctant clapping. “To the beautiful Amanda Goldberg for two...million...dollars. Come get your prize, m’lady.”

You saw red, the room starting to spin as the applause grew louder. The flow of Amanda’s dress swirled towards the stage, a bare-chested Loki down on one knee to welcome her with a kiss on her outstretched hand. “Loki, no!” you gasped quietly– pushing the crowd to the side as you elbowed forward. His arm slid around Amanda’s shoulders, planting a lingering kiss on her cheek with a secret smile. “Loki!” you yelled, shoving the final obstacle from your path. Tony. He spluttered, waving his hands dramatically as you hopped onto the stage and took three stumbling steps to where Loki waited with hands clasped behind his back. Even in his stripped state, messy curls hanging devilishly around his chiselled features dark with the lust of baying adoration – he was a prince. Your prince. The crowd began to whisper, awkward murmurs of dissent bubbling like lava at your back. You could feel the heat of their confusion wafting against your skin as it rose in your cheeks. Loki stared unblinking, his eyes narrowing for a split second as he analysed your stricken features.

“Can I help you?” he purred innocently, drumming his fingers around Amanda’s bicep. She gave a loud, cartoonish giggle. You swallowed harshly, throat dry. Loki tilted his head, feigned-confusion painted on his ethereal features. You grasped at your clutch bag, feeling it click open with a fumble of your moist fingers. “I wanted to give you this...back.” you stuttered, arm outstretched with his ancient seal in the flat of your palm.

Loki looked at it for what felt like an eternity, before his eyes finally rose.

“Are you sure you wish to return this to me?” he murmured, arm dropping from Amanda’s shoulder. His chin was tilted to his chest, ropes of muscle flexing at his neck. The growing whispers of the crowd faded to nothing, the beat of your heart the only sound as it thudded in your ears. “No, actually.” you heard yourself say, voice trembling. Loki inhaled sharply. His chest puffed, hard abdominals clenching as he braced himself. Reluctant tears stung your eyes, fingers shaking as the heavy seal began to quiver in your outstretched hand. You tried to blink the impending flood away, glancing to the side. Steve stood behind the wings, wringing his hands with a deep frown. Your eyelids fluttered shut, wishing the ground would swallow you whole. You could hear Tony trying to clear the crowd, tempting them to the bar with the offer of free booze, before Loki’s warm breath fanned your forehead. “Then do not return it.” he said, carefully wrapping your fingers around the cool metal. His hand clasped your own, squeezing gently as he lowered to your ear. “It is yours.” he whispered. It is yours. Maybe it was the scent of him, maybe it was the heat of his naked skin so close, the warmth with which his fingers intertwined with yours, holding his sacred mark. Maybe it was the faint plead in his voice. But as your eyes rose along the carved lines of his chest and up the curve of his neck, savouring every inch – you somehow knew what you would find. Loki’s eyes shone with nervous anticipation, brows slanted upwards as he licked his bottom lip. His teeth caught the curve, pulling gently. They swam with worlds unseen and words unsaid, long lashes framing the endless chaos you had lost yourself within. Hopelessly.

A rogue tear rolled down your cheek, making you look away. “No, darling...no-” Loki murmured, confusion lacing his tone as he wiped it softly with his thumb.

He cupped your face, drawing it towards him. “Please, Loki...don’t.” you gulped, swallowing the force threatening to humiliate you in front of the whole of New York high society. He sighed, pressing his forehead to yours. Tendrils of his hair grazed your cheeks, curtaining you from the crowd at your back as his fingertips slid from your jaw to your shoulders; gently at rest. “Agent, I…” he started, breath trembling. His grip tightened, a staggered exhale making his stomach clench. Three loud slaps sounded by your feet, making you jump. Loki released you with a growl, as you spun towards a very pissed-off looking Tony resting casually on the side of the stage.

“Can you guys hurry up? Trying to save this thing, here. Thanks, Laufeyson, by the way, for the added theatrics. Very amusing, as always.” he scoffed dryly, inspecting his nails. “Will you desist?” Loki hissed, crouching forward. Tony shrugged. “Better get the two mill for the orphans. That’s all I’m saying. Little Loki’s got his work cut out tonight.” “Little?!” Loki snarled indignantly, sweeping his hair back from his forehead as he rose to his full height once more.

The vein in his temple twitched, anger flashing across the sharp profile you knew so well. You grasped his bicep, feeling the tight bulge soften as his breaths steadied. Nerves twisted in your belly like acid, the room beginning to swim as you felt the moment begin to pass. Not again. You took a deep breath; “Loki, what were you going to-” The god whipped round, jaw set in a grimace as he swiped against your forearm with his own. Your hand was swept from his bicep, caught in a millisecond by the warrior grasp of his long fingers. “That I love you, you infuriating woman.” he yelled ferociously, brow furrowing as he realised he had said it aloud. You gaped, frowning as you fought lacklustre against his iron grip. Breaths quickened in your chest, panting as you looked at the abject fear beginning to creep into Loki’s eyes. The gazes of a hundred confused spectators became nothing but a blur, their mutters fading. You stilled, letting your hand become limp. It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. Suddenly, you lunged towards him - hooking your free arm around his shoulders. Loki swallowed a gasp as your lips met his with force, a low sigh breathing into your mouth as he melted into you. The god’s hands travelled to your ass, hoisting you around his hips as his tongue massaged your own with wild intensity. A palm slid up your back, winding in your hair as he pushed your face roughly to his. You could hear the PG-curses of Rogers as he frantically hoisted the stage curtains closed, his inane blustering audible over the gasps of intrigue from the crowd beyond. Loki’s feral kisses had moved to your neck, the desperate adrenaline coursing through him as he devoured your soft skin in messy sucks. You found your fingers curling in his lengths, pulling his head back gently. Just like the old days, you thought with a thrill. He frowned, panting. Loki wet his lips, preparing to speak before you covered his mouth with a flat palm. “I love you too, you infuriating whatever-you-are.” you enunciated slowly, lips feeling heavy with the force of his affections. The god’s brows slanted, deep lines appearing in his forehead as he shook his head from side to side; making your hand slip away. “Truly?” he growled incredulously, peering up through ebony lashes. “Truly.” you whispered, watching a smile as radiant as an April sunrise creep slowly across his face. “What happened to ‘I know you love me, Agent’…” you coyed, impersonating the timbre of his voice as he lowered you to the ground. His arms wound around your waist, pulling you flush to his bare chest. “Knowing and feeling are two different things, Agent.” he purred, before placing a languishing kiss on your forehead. “What would be the point in your love for me...” he murmured, muffled against the skin, “if you did not believe it yourself?” There was silence as Loki’s fingertip tenderly grazed your collarbone, steady breaths rising and falling between you as he nuzzled into your temple with a low sigh. You opened your eyes over Loki’s shoulder. “Oh – shit, what about her?” you groaned, giving a small, awkward wave to Amanda several meters away. That’s weird, you thought; frowning. She’s smiling. Smiling like...

Loki’s hand rose, a click of his fingers making the emerald skirts of Amanda’s dress begin to smoulder with bright green flame. “My brother owed me quite a few favours, Agent…” he murmured apologetically with a smile against your cheek.

Your eyes widened as a bulky frame peeled into view behind the mirage of Loki’s magic. But the grin – the grin was still the same. Thor flicked his hair, running his palms down his torso. “That’s better.” he rumbled, throwing you a wink. “Sorry about that…” he chuckled. “Motivation was required, apparently.” He folded his meaty forearms. “I still think you’re mad for being in love with him, by the way. But there’s no accounting for taste.” “You better not have started another Oath of Most Ass-yoor-red Recompense scenario.” you muttered dryly to your dark-haired lover, making another smile stretch across his face. He pulled you tight. “No, darling. This was purely fraternal reparations. Isn’t that right, brother?” he growled. “I have been reliably informed that I have been, what you call, a dick-head.” Thor grumbled penitently, scuffing his foot on the floor. “Indeed.” Loki hummed coldly, before his voice softened. “But tonight has gone some way to mending said wrongdoings. Along with your agreed donation to the orphan-fund, naturally.” “Naturally.” Thor grumbled, averting his eyes. Loki’s fingers toyed with the shell of your ear, the tips exploring the angle of your jaw lightly as if for the first time. “I believe that we should..talk? As is the custom I believe? If you’ll permit it.” You nodded, giddy disbelief still coursing through your veins. “As long as it’s not in this fucking ballroom.” you scoffed, before squealing as Loki gathered you effortlessly against his chest bridal style. “Gods, no.” Loki purred, capturing your lips in a wet kiss before his tantalisingly moist lips grazed your ear. “I think it’s time you finally saw my chambers, Agent -don’t you?”

Continued in Final Bids: Love Wins Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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[iamthecomet]

Comet, I love your writing almost as much as I love w o m e n.

That said, y'know what I feel like we're missing?

Scissoring/tribbing content.

I, personally, need the ghoulettes to rub their junk together IMMEDIATELY! *slams fist on desk*

HAPPY FEMSLASH FEBRUARY!!! (I knew I saved this ask for literal months for a reason). Almost 1k of Cumulus/Aurora scissoring. Because W O M E N.

Cumulus is breathless. Cheeks flushed dark, sweat beading on her temples. Her usually immaculate curls are a mess of frizz and sweat. She’s bathed in warm early morning light. Spread out like a meal on top of her plush comforter. Sunlight catching in the gauzy canopy above them, diffusing the light over her face. Aurora might think she was angelic if that wasn’t so blasphemous. 

Just looking at her like this takes Aurora’s breath away. She pauses, tongue pressed against Cumulus’ clit, feeling it twitch against her. She can’t take it anymore. She needs more. 

She pulls herself up from between Lus’ legs. Wiping her slick lips off on the back of her hand as she surges up. Slotting herself between Cumulus’ thighs, chests pressed together, so Aurora can kiss her. Can lick past her plush lips that still taste like her lavender chapstick. So she can feed Cumulus the taste of herself and feel the way the air ghoulette melts beneath her. 

Cumulus always likes to take things slow, but Aurora doesn’t want to slow down. Doesn’t know how. She laces her fingers into Cumulus’ sweaty curls and kisses her in a way that demands. Teeth dragging over Lus’ lips, consuming. Aurora presses against her like she wants to crawl inside of Cumulus’ skin. Cumulus holds her close. Dragging a warm hand down her spine, over the curve of her ass. She hitches Aurora up a little, enough that Aurora’s thigh brushes against the slick heat of Cumulus’ cunt. 

Aurora pulls back, breathless, lips swollen. Dizzy. The taste of Cumulus still on her tongue. 

“More,” she whispers. Fingers clenching in Lus’ curls. Trying to keep the whine out of her voice. She doesn’t need to beg, Lus won’t make her. But it’s hard not to sometimes, when she wants so much, so fast, so desperately. 

“I know, little bird,” Cumulus says, shifting, pushing herself further up the bed. Reaching her free hand up to cradle Aurora’s face. Thumb stroking over a warm cheekbone. Aurora knows how she must look. Hair mused, eyes glassy already. She hasn’t even been touched yet. Just drooling slick onto Cumulus quilt while she ate her out. Willing herself not to sneak a hand down to rub at her own clit while Cumulus writhed on her tongue. 

But she’s been good. She aches with it. She doesn’t know what she wants or how to ask for it, she just knows she wants to be close. She wants everything. 

Cumulus guides her, settling Aurora back so she’s sitting on the bed between Lus’ legs again. Cumulus hooks a leg over one of Aurora’s hips, presses her foot into the meat of her ass and pulls, urging her forwad. 

“Lean back, baby. Spread your legs.” 

Aurora listens. She’s watched this before. Seen Mist and Sunshine fuck like this, Cirrus and Cumulus too. But she hasn’t done it–hasn’t known how to ask. She inches herself forward, leans back on her hands. 

The first slide catches her clit right against Cumulus’ and she could sob. Head tipping back as Cumulus guides their rhythm. An easy languid glide, that makes every nerve in Aurora’s body light on fire. She presses forward, looks for more, rolls her hips in a counter rhythm. She bites her lip to keep from whining too loudly. Her eyes flutter closed, but as soon as they do Cumulus’ hand is on her face again, fingers tapping against her cheekbone. “Open your eyes, little bird, watch.” 

Aurora can’t help but obey, eyes flicking open to stare at Cumulus’ face, her lips parted, breath coming in uneven pants. She lets her eyes fall, over Cumulus’ tits, swaying with each slow grind, and then further to the space they’re connected. Watching her clit slide through Cumulus’ folds. Gasping as Cumulus shifts just a little and they slot against each other. 

“I need–”Aurora pants. She digs her fingers into the bed. It’s not enough.The slow languid glide is decadent but not enough. 

Cumulus dips her thumb between Aurora’s parted lips, hooks it behind her bottom teeth. Aurora looks at her, meets her gaze against the line of their bodies. Sweaty and pleasured flushed. Aurora’s thighs shake, she shudders with each pass. Desperate, sanity slipping through her fingers as Cumulus holds her head in place. 

“Take whatever you need, no one’s stopping you.” 

Permission granted. Aurora groans. She presses into her hands and fucks against Cumulus the way she really wants to. Quick humps that grind their clits together. Pressing hers against Cumulus’ pubic bone and chasing the spark of pleasure building at the base of her spine. 

It’s quick. It’s always quick once Aurora gets going. She can’t help it. Be it how new she is to this body, this pleasure, or just the way she’s built, it’s always like this. She cannot prolong her own pleasure–not when she’s allowed to chase it. 

She cums with a shout, elbows nearly giving out. Clit twitching hard against the warm slick of Cumulus’ folds. She’s lost in it. In this feeling of being so close, so consumed. Cumulus pulls her thumb from Aurora’s mouth, smears drool across her cheekbone. Aurora catches her breath, vision clearing. She starts to shift, but Cumulus stops her with a hand on her thigh. 

“Don’t move.” 

Aurora looks at her, brow furrowed. She’d planned to throw Cumulus’ legs over her shoulders, to suck her clit into her mouth and make her cum so hard she cried. Cumulus smiles at her, too sweet to be entirely innocent. 

“It’s my turn,” Cumulus rolls her hips, Aurora twitches with overstimulation, thighs shuddering. “Let me use you.”

[maxbegone]

happy wednesday! thank you for the tag @iboatedhere ♥️

u ever think about how pineapple is eating u when u eat it the enzymes they like eat away at ur skin or w/e it’s why ur mouth will feel weird Alex is frustrated and honestly pretty bored, hence the spam texting. He’s been chipping away at this fucking paper for a week, it’s nearly fifteen pages long and he knows he’s going to have to cap it soon. But there’s a point he’s still trying to make here that he cannot figure out how to articulate, and he’s quite literally about to pull his goddamn hair out. It’s going to be a bitch to edit and he honestly might set his laptop on fire and move to the mountains if it means he can just be done. But Alex knows himself well enough, which means he’s going to keep staring at his computer screen in attempt to make something happen until the words form a weird Rorschach-like image and he blacks out. Maybe that’s why he texted Henry. Actually, he texted June and Nora, both separately and in their group chat, but Nora hasn’t responded and June told him to touch grass before putting her phone on Do Not Disturb. He sighs heavily and falls back into his chair, slumped in a way that absolutely cannot be good for his back, not that he cares. His mug has run dry when he brings it to his lips, and he silently thanks his caffeine-addicted self for the needed refill and a break to stretch his legs. Who knows, maybe if he drinks enough coffee, he’ll somehow transcend into a different dimension. Then he won’t have to hand in this paper. He’s really just asking for impossible solutions here, isn’t he? It takes approximately two and a half strong cups and a few bites cold leftover sesame chicken for Alex to even feel remotely capable of returning to his laptop. Jesus, his eyes are already starting to sting at the thought of staring at the screen again. He presses his fingers into his eyes beneath his glasses just as his phone buzzes on the counter next to him. He lowers the brightness and squints at the screen. Bromelian. What? Another text comes through: That’s the name of the enzyme. Alex outwardly laughs. He didn’t expect a legitimate response, let alone from Henry. “Is that so?” Alex asks when the call connects, equally as surprised that Henry answered. “Why are you calling me at half one in the morning?” “Why are you answering at half one in the morning?” He mocks. “Just say one-thirty, man, it’s not that complicated.” Henry ignores him. “Have I not told you that I’m the prince of insomniacs?” “I’m pretty sure it got lost in translation. See, from my perspective, you’re the prince of blowjobs.”

tagging @kiwiana-writes @rmd-writes @cha-melodius @orchidscript @indestructibleheart

[soap143]

Say please?

Lee!Felix

Ler!Chan

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Last night, Felix went to bed early in hopes of killing that horrible lee mood that he had just gotten. However, when he woke up, not only was the lee mood not gone but it had gotten much worse.

Today was supposed to be a pretty busy day, so the long haired boy hoped that all that work would help him forget the feeling. After having a quick breakfast, him and his bandmates headed to dance pratice, where they practiced their new choreography for a couple hours. While he was working on a specific move, Lee Know had walked up to him, trying to correct him by gripping his sides in an attempt to show him in which direction his hips should be facing. But that didn’t quite turn out the way it was supposed to… Felix was pretty ticklish and combined with his mood, he almost crumbled to the ground, even if he knew that the cat boy had no intentions in tickling him.

But it didn’t stop there. He was in the studio, recording some songs for their new comeback. It felt like he had repeated the same lines 100 times, but he still just couldn’t get them quite right. He started groaning and stomping around like a child, when he heard Chan’s voice through his headphones “Felix, if you don’t get these line one more time, I swear I will tickle you to tears~!” Chan was obviously joking around, but it still left blushing and fantasizing about it.

When all of their work of the day was done, it was almost 9;00 pm. Once everyone arrived back into their dorms, Felix ran into the bathroom to shower first. After a relaxing warm shower, he wrapped himself in a soft towel, only to realise that he hadn’t grabbed any clean clothes. It didn’t really matter anyway though, because it’s like they would see anything new (i am pretty sure they’ve seen eachother naked more than one time). So, he just walked to his room with only a towel wraped around his waist. As he entered his room, he was ready to take off the towel covering him, but then he heard a voice, scaring him to death “Don’t get undressed Yongbok! I’m in here, you know? Disgusting!” “BANG CHRISTOPHER CHAN! Do you know how much you scared me?!” His australian brother just giggled “Atleast put on some underwear or something before I talk to you… I won’t look!” Chan said as he turned his head the other way. Felix just groaned and went over to his closet to get some boxers and shorts. “Now that you’re dressed a bit more appropriately I can talk to you” “Shut up! (imagine this with a heavy australian accent) “Ok so, I see how jumpy and giggly you were all day. Are you perhaps in a lee mood?” what. How could Chan possibly know what that even is?! Felix couldn’t help but get all red and flustered “W-what is that…” “A what? A lee mood? You probably wonder how I found out? Haven’t you seen it? Your tumblr account got leaked! I didn’t even know that app existed until news came out and it was so surprising because…” Oh. My. God. His tumblr account got what now? He didn’t even post anything on there! This must be the most embarassing thing ever! He was sure he was so red by now… “Hello? Are you even listening to me?” “W-what? How?!” “Ihihi’m just kidding, it hasn’t been leaked, I just found it myself…” “You don’t even know if it was me!” “Oh, please, you leave your phone unlocked far too often” “I don’t! I just told you my password because I trusted you. Obviously I don’t anymore…” “Oh please Lix, I’m not mad or disgusted or whatever, I just want to help you” “W-with what?” “Are you stupid on purpose? Your l-e-e mood!” the chick didn’t even want to know how red he was… “I-I’m not in whatever mood that is” Felix angrily said, turning away from his hyung. He thought that Chan would leave the subject and go do his own thing, but, as he was choosing what shirt to wear, the kangaroo walked up behind him and picked him up by grabbing Lixxie by the waist and carried him to the bed “Dour nourt(it’s like do not but with an aussie accent) try to even deny it, mate” Felix just gulped and anticipated the lers next moves “Well?” Chan asked, laying the boy down onto his bed and sitting on his hips “…Well w- what?” Felix had his eyes wide open, scanning his hyung’s body, registering every single move that he might be able of predicting “Are you being stupid on purpose? Well, are you going to admit it or should I force it out of you?” the blonde(i forgor if his hair is actually blonde atm) haired boy gulped, looking away from the threatining gaze. Chan wasn’t trying to be mean, he was just playing around, not actually trying to scare the younger.

This is killing me! If only Chan knew…

But Chan did know, Yongbok was just in deep denial. Not like he would admit it, but Felix was unknowingly trying to get his bandmate to discover his precious secret. Before, he would even delete the app when he was simply around Chan or just the group, but, as time passed, he started to even leave the app oppened and would sometimes use it around them. Chris knew.

“Alright, alright, I won’t torture for any longer, but I’ll atleast give you 3 more seconds to speak before I start” “Speak about wha-“ “One..!” “Wait, Channie Hyu-“ “Two…!” “CHAN WAHAHAIT-“ “Three! Too bad you didn’t get to say much, Lix…” Without a warning, Chan dug into the lee’s sides “CHAHAHAHAHAN WAHAHAHAIT WAHA- PLEHEHAHAHSEHE” His hysterical laughter only amused the older, leaving him hungry for more giggles “Aww, but we’ve just started! Plus, didn’t you want this? There’s no time to wait~” Felix’s lee mood, ticklishness and Chan’s teasing all combined left the poor boy squirming and jerking around, trying his best to stop his arms from disturbing the tickler “ANOHOHOHOHOTHER SPOHOHOHOHOT PLEHEHEHEHEHEAHASE! CHAHAHAHAN!” “Oh? Wreck another spot at the same time aswell? Why didn’t you just ask?” When Chan looked up to see his friend’s face, he was met with a pinkish-redish laughing mess. The blush had ran down from his ears to his cheek and was slowly leaking onto his neck. Cute. The fact that ge was probably enjoying this made the process even more fun and cute “Felix, do you know what my favourite berry is? Except from my own, of course” The kangaroo slowed down his attack to let the younger speak “I dohohon’t know and don’t wanna kn-OHOHOHOHO GAHAHAHAHAHA CHAHAHAN!” Lix’s deep belly laugher soon was escaping his throat as Chan pressed his lips onto the victim’s side and blew a big raspberry. But Chan wouldn’t stay in one spot for long, he kept on switching between his stomach, sides and V line, sometimes going up to his ribs. At this point Felix felt like he could not keep his arms away from his attacker, he just wasn’t able of taking so many rough tickles in all of his worst spots “CH-CHAHAHAHAHAN! MIHIHSTER BAHAHAHAHANG! PLEHEHEASE PLEHEHEHEHASE ANOHOHOTHER SPO- SPOHOHOHOHOHT!” When Felix begged like that, Chan felt obligated to oblige “Fine~ But you have to choose what spot, because it’s just too hard to pick one myself” the ler sheepishly smiled, turning his gaze back onto his aussie soulmate. Felix took too long to recolect himself and answer, or maybe he just had nothing to say “Alright, you’re taking your time on purpose~ I know it’s hard to choose one place when you’re too damn ticklish everywhere…” Chan shook his head side to side, resembling dissapointment. Felix just blushed and looked away, too flustered to speak “I’m not going to do anything if you stay quiet. Don’t worry, we have plenty of time, I can wait” Chan looked down, mischievously smiling, knowing that this was killing the younger “You’re so anohohoying, just do it!” “Say please…?” Felix bit the inside of his cheecks, feeling his stomach do front and backflip at the same time. The anticipation was eating him alive, so, knowing that his very much awaited award was one word away, gave him a sudden burst of confidence “PLEASE BANG CHRISTOPHER CHAN T-TICKLE ME!” said man flinched, almost jumping away from his victim “Well, if you say so~” He teasingly placed his palms onto his sides and slowly pressed his fingers onto the lee’s tender skin. Felix looked down, processing and trying to predict his ler’s future moves. His eyes moved up and down onto Chan’s face and back to his hands, dreading every second that passed. Chan on the other hand found the younger’s torture rather amusing.

To Felix’s surprise, Chan got inpatient aswell, digging his fingers into the poor boy’s sides “OHOHOHOHOHOHO GOOHOD CHAHAHAN PL-PLEHEHEASE!” Yongbok started begging alomost immediately “Wait, didn’t I already tickle your sides?” “YEHEHEHEHS!” “Why didn’t you tell me?! I just waisted so much precious time when I could’ve been-“ “CH-CHAHAHAHAHN STOHOHOP TEHEHEHEASING!” said man just smiled, moving his torturous moves down to his victim’s legs and pressed his fingers deep into the muscle making Felix agressively flinch to the side “AHAHAHAHAHAHA HYUHUHUHUHUNG” “What is it, Felix?” “WAHAHAHAHAIT WHAHAHT JUHUHST AHAHA SEHEHECOND PLEHEHEASE!!” Chan was ruthless, but not cruel, so, per the sunshine’s request, he stopped his quick fingers “What is it?” Words could not express how worried he was after he checked the state of his bandmate — not only were his face,neck and ears beet red, but also his whole upper body. Chan watched with horror in his eyes, afraid he might have crossed a couple lines “I- I” Felix was still catching his breath “I want to t-tickle me harder” he said, completely exhausted. The kangaroo glanced at him with an eyebrow raised “I would agree, but Felix, I think you’re too tired for that…” “NO Chan I promise I-Ihi’m not tired a-“ Felix cut himself of by falling alseep. Chris looked at him with heart eyes, simply adoring the sigh that he had just witnessed.

The elder picked up the long haired boy up and carefully laid him down properly and tucked him into his bed. He made sure to not forget his younger brother’s speacial request to completely satisfy his mood the next morning…

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Hey, sorry for not updating in so long! This fic has been in my drafts for a long time and I’ve finnaly finished it. I hope you enjoyed

[onestepbackwards]

What’s All the Buzz About?

@r0-boat‘s BeeGearStation AU has had me in a vice grip for w e e k s. I decided to take a shot at writing for the AU myself (❁´◡`❁) It’s heavily inspired by their AU, so please check them out! R0′s writing and ideas are so good! The design for Bee Hybrid Emmet was also heavily inspired by @antidotesprout designs for them. Please check them out as well! Their art is amazing! I hope you enjoy the start of this new series, and have a happy Halloween! Summary: After ending up stuck and injured in the old abandoned Nimbasa City subway tunnels, you don’t have much hope in escaping. Despite the odds, you try to push onward anyway, only to meet someone verrry interesting. CW: Description of leg injury (though not too graphic), broken leg, anxiety attack, slight dark thoughts, cave in, minor claustrophobia, (It all gets better at the end, I promise), Beehybrid!Emmet, King Bee Emmet, Implied King Bee Hybrid Ingo. Word Count: 4138 words! >Next: Link -----

Today was just not your day Well, that wasn’t entirely true. It really just hasn’t been your week, let alone year. But this… This certainly topped everything that has happened to you yet. “Of course. Of all things to happen. Of all things!” You grumbled to yourself as you pulled your leg out from a pile of collapsed rubble. You hissed in pain, but managed to pull your leg free. Scooting away from the fallen debris, you shone your flashlight to get a better look at your leg, and winced at what you saw.  “Well… that isn’t good.” You hissed through grit teeth.  Your leg was covered in bruises, and was certainly swelling a bit in a few places. You would be surprised if it wasn’t broken. No doubt a cave in partially falling on your leg like this caused a break of some sort, even if it looked okay(ish) now.  

Most of the skin was intact, thankfully. Just a few scrapes on top of some fresh bruises. You at least wouldn’t have to worry about bleeding out all alone in a dark cave. Silently, you thanked any gods out there listening for your higher pain tolerance, and the adrenaline running through your veins.  You sighed, feeling overwhelmed, and fought back hot tears that threatened to fall. You knew going into the abandoned train tunnels would be a bad idea. Why did you let them convince you? You blew a tuft of hair out from in front of your face. Right. To keep your boss placated. Look how wonderful that turned out. Bastard. You took a moment to get your bearings. Panic was threatening to seep through your chest. “Calm down. Deep breaths. Panicking will get you nowhere,” you told yourself. It was certainly true. You had read plenty of stories about hikers and cavers panicking when they became stuck in caves, only to make things worse by doing so. That being said, you never anticipated getting stuck in a tunnel like this. Not immediately panicking was a lot easier said than done. You were beginning to see why even experienced folk were able to become so easily distraught. Your heart rate was already beginning to spike. 

You took another deep breath. Hyperventilating would only make things worse. Biting the inside of your cheek, you flashed your light over the fallen rocks, and cursed From the looks of it, the way you came in was completely blocked off. Attempting to dig through this mess might just make things worse. Not to mention, the rocks still looked loose. One wrong move, and more might come caving in on top of you. “...Well, no use going back that way, I suppose.” You mumbled, sounding a lot calmer than what you felt. Oh how you desired to scream. Shuffling a bit, you leered behind you, further into the tunnels. Your flashlight could only light the way so much, but it was better than nothing. Better than wobbling around completely in the dark having a panic attack. At least you could fight your panic attack in some form of light. “Positive. Just think positive.” You mumbled as you hobbled to your feet. You let out a pained yelp as you tried putting pressure on your left foot. Yup. Something was most likely broken. This hurt like hell. Grabbing the nearby wall for support, you placed the flashlight in your jacket pocket, and fished around your other pockets for your phone. Finding the device, you unlocked it, only to let out a shaky sigh. No service. Fucking figures. “That’s… fine. I can just… make my way through the tunnels. I’ll either find an exit, or a spot for cell phone service. It’s okay. I will be okay.” You weren’t okay. But at least you could lie to yourself until the shock wore off. Shoving your phone back into your pocket, you took your flashlight back out, and eyed the tunnel ahead of you. “Well… no time like the present…” you spoke, swallowing down the urge to cry. Reluctantly, you began making your way down the tunnel. It was slow, and painful. Your leg may not be as bad as it could have been, but it most certainly was giving you trouble. Several times you thought about stopping, only to shake your head and press on. You had to get out of here as soon as possible. You feared if you took a break, your thoughts would begin to spiral, and you would lose the will to continue. A bit dramatic, but given the circumstances, well… You didn’t trust your brain at the moment. Not with the fear in the back of your throat. Slowly, you pressed onwards. Thankfully, limping down the subway tunnel surprisingly helped keep your mind a bit busy. The despair really didn’t hit you until you came across a fork in the road ahead. In front of you were two tunnels, where the tracks converged into one, leading back the way you came. You stood there, almost dumbfounded. Of course a subway would have diverging tracks. Why wouldn’t it? It was designed to take people to many different places across Unova, after all. 

Still, seeing the fork in the road did little to help you. If anything, it made you this much closer to losing your shit. You really wanted to cry right now. You had been walking for at least two hours. You were tired, scared, and in immense amounts of pain… All you wanted was to go home, and crawl in bed. Oh how you wanted to strangle your boss for putting you in this position. Who knows? Maybe if you make it out alive, you’ll get the opportunity to do so. The thought of murdering your boss briefly helped against your growing nerves. However, you still had a choice to make. Left, or right? For all you knew, one was just a couple of miles to a dead end. Choosing wrong could potentially keep you here longer, and may even be a death sentence. Your hands shook as you looked between the two tunnels. Even if you weren’t injured, this was still a big choice to make. You only had so much energy, and you doubt you’ll be able to easily turn around and walk back the way you came if you choose wrong. So right… ...or left? Time was ticking. You couldn’t afford to sit and anxiously fight with yourself. Every moment you wasted was a moment you could be using to get out of here. That thought only made the knot in your stomach worse. Taking a deep breath, you decided. Just as you began to make your way left, you froze. It was faint, but you could have sworn you heard a noise coming from the right. Almost like a muffled tink of some sort. Whatever it was, it had to be far away, judging from the small echo, and how faint it was. But it was a noise. You couldn’t move, your heart racing. Thoughts were flying through your head a mile a minute. Down here in the tunnels, one little sound could be anything. From a stray animal, a rock falling from the structure shifting… ...Or even a person. The thought made you anxious. You would think the idea of finding anyone down here would give you hope. But why would anyone else be down here? Surely not someone up to anything good. Even you weren’t supposed to be here, only having been coerced to come by your boss and coworkers. You licked your lips. But if it was a person, they might take pity, and help you. But they could also hurt you and kill you as well. It was a gamble. And for all you knew, it might not even be a person. It could be a wild animal that would attack you for entering its territory. You wouldn’t even be able to run or defend yourself, no matter the case. You took a shaky breath. Quite the gamble indeed. You silently weighed in your options. Go left, and head into uncertainty. Or head right, and possibly get help. Your leg ended up helping make the decision for you. It was beginning to really hurt, especially after limping on it for so long. Any chance to receive aid was a chance you were going to have to take. The longer you were stuck here, the higher the chance of your leg becoming permanently damaged. And, y’know. Possibly dying down here alone from starvation. “Positive thoughts. Think positive thoughts.” You mumbled out through gritted teeth. With that, you forced yourself to move. Despite the circumstances, you tried to remain hopeful. Both for your own health, and peace of mind. You couldn’t afford to drown in despair just yet. The walk down the tunnel was slow, and it ate away at your nerves. Your flashlight could only illuminate the path ahead of you so much, and the anxiety of not knowing what you’ll find ate away at your mind. Every little noise, or odd looking object in the distance had you on edge. It also didn’t help that the further you walked, the more you began to hear noises. Strange noises. You couldn’t place what they were. Sometimes it would be tinks far off in the distance. Other times, you would hear what sounded like rumbling in the walls. Your light was no help. Whatever it was making such sounds was still too far away to be seen. Or again, in the walls. These were not comforting thoughts. You couldn’t tell if you wanted these sounds to be real, or a figment of your imagination. Going mad wasn’t exactly something you wanted to deal with this early on, but… ...You weren’t sure if you wanted to see whatever was making these noises at the end of the tunnel, either. In fact, you could feel yourself beginning to wonder if this was a choice you were going to regret. The thoughts weren’t sitting well in your stomach. The further you walked, the more you were fighting the feeling of being watched. It was silly, you know. There was no one in sight. No matter how many times you looked behind you, you never caught sight of anyone. Regardless, you still felt your hair stand on end.

“It’s just my nerves. No one is here but me. I’m okay.” You tried to assure yourself. Speaking it outloud helped a little bit, at least enough to keep you grounded. You could at least pretend to be okay a little longer if you could fool yourself. However, there was one thing that was beginning to distract you. There was an odd scent in the air. Several odd scents, in fact. The further you had walked, the sweeter the air had become. You knew this scent, but couldn’t quite place it. The air was pungent with it, almost humid in a way. Another scent in the air confused you. It was almost waxy. It didn’t make any sense to you. This was an abandoned set of train tunnels. Why were there these specifically weird smells? That, and it’s not like someone could grow a lot of flowers down here. Sure, some might survive in the dark, but you couldn’t help but doubt it was flowers causing the weird scent. It was heavy. Whatever it was, there had to be a lot of it.

You wanted to have hope, and say it was perhaps a flower shop above ground, but you doubted that would be the case. You were far enough underground that you wouldn’t be able to smell a flower shop. Nor would one be this… pungent in a specific scent. Swallowing thickly, you carried on. Surely, something this sweet smelling couldn’t be bad, right? It didn’t ease your rising heart rate, or the feeling of eyes on your back. Then there were the ominous sounds. Not only were there rumbling in the walls, but the further you walked, the more it sounded like it was all around you. You idly wondered if you were going to die today. You already almost died once in these tunnels. Maybe whatever god was out there wanted to finish the job? ...You really needed to get out of here. Walking further in though, you couldn’t help but feel the urge to just turn around, and head back the way you had come. Each little noise, the scents, and the feeling of being watched only made you yearn to the other path you could have taken. But it was so far back, and you had already walked for so long. You were getting really tired… You stopped for a moment, and leaned against the wall. It had been hours. You were tired, hungry, in immense pain, and your nerves were shot. You wanted to rest. “I can’t. I need to keep going…” you tried to reason with yourself. You can’t rest just yet. It isn’t safe here. But your body was beginning to feel heavy and sluggish, despite how anxious you were. You imagine a part of it had to do with how much you’ve been fighting your leg. Otherwise, you’d be able to easily keep moving. Shaking your head, you gripped the wall to press onward, only to pause when you heard a loud noise up ahead. You don’t know what it was, but it was loud. Loud and big enough to shake the tracks on the ground, which vibrated with a hum, before slowing to a stop. Then you heard it. A loud buzzing sound coming from the end of the tunnel. Multiple buzzing sounds. Eyes wide, you could feel yourself shaking again. That… was not human. You didn’t know what was down there, but all your instincts were screaming to turn around, and hightail it out of here. You didn’t belong here, you needed to leave. You began to walk backwards, but before you could turn around- Your back ran into something solid. The blood in your veins ran cold. It took all of your will power to gain the courage to turn around. Slowly, you turned around, and saw you were face to face with a chest. You hadn’t been alone. You felt tears prick your eyes. Blood was rushing through your ears. 

Hands shaking, you tilted the flashlight upwards. After a few beats, the light landed on a smiling face. You let out a shriek, and stumbled backwards, falling in the process. Your flashlight tumbled out of your hands, rolling away towards the tracks. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe. You were starting to hyperventilate. Oh gods, you were going to die, weren’t you? This guy wasn’t human. From the quick glance you got, his skin(??) was yellow? And his eyes were black and silver… You swore you could still see them watching you, even though the light was no longer on its face. You were shaking, and you could hear his footsteps getting closer. Desperate, you began to crawl backwards, only getting so far with your broken leg. In your panic, you barely registered the footsteps veering off to the side. You only became aware the being hadn’t been walking towards you when it picked up your flashlight. Freezing up seemed to be the only thing your body was capable of doing as it got closer. They stopped right in front of you, and must have watched you curiously for a few moments. A beat passed. Neither of you moved. You heard an odd buzzing. You could briefly see the figure lean down, and you flinched, tears threatening to fall. When the being began to lean down, you closed your eyes and shook, fearing what may possibly come. …Only for nothing to happen. After a few moments, you cracked an eye open, and saw the figure holding the flashlight out to you. Staring for a few moments, you shakily reached out, and grabbed it. Were they not going to hurt you? Hesitantly, you shined the flashlight upwards, and fought back a gasp that threatened to leave your lips. “Hello! I am Emmet!” he spoke, a smile wide on his face. You were speechless. A hybrid…? Yes, he was definitely a hybrid, now that you were getting a good look at him. His face was golden, but he had silver hair, hair that almost looked like fuzz. And then his eyes… They were silver, though where the whites would be, almost seemed black. Then you noticed the… Antenna? Antennae? And the faint buzzing… Looking behind him, you could faintly see what appeared to be bug-like wings. It hit you, just what exactly kind of hybrid you were looking at. “You’re… You’re a bee hybrid.” You spoke in awe. Insect hybrids were incredibly rare. Not many existed, and most that did, stayed with a hive or a colony. Other independent bug hybrids tended to stick to themselves. You swallowed nervously. He was very pretty. And also very huge. You don’t think you had ever seen a hybrid this size before… His smile only seemed to widen at your awed expression. “Yup! I am a bee hybrid, and you are a human!” He gazed down at you. You seemed at a loss for words. “Are you alright? That leg doesn't look very good.” His words brought you out of your daze. Eyes flickering down, you noticed your leg, and the throbbing pain suddenly became a lot more noticeable. You bit your lip. Walking as much as you had no doubt had put a lot of strain on it. You would be lucky if it didn’t have irreparable damage. You remained silent for a moment as the thoughts ran through your head. Thankfully, the hybrid, Emmet, you think was his name, was patient. “I… Got injured in a cave in, near the entrance down that way.” You told him, pointing towards the way you came. He glanced where you gestured towards, an odd look on his face. He turned back to you, and you nearly felt your heart jump in your throat from how fast he was. “I see. What was a human doing, entering these abandoned tunnels?” he asked. You felt a bit nervous, but decided to answer anyway. What could you even do? Run? Lie? Even if he seemed nice so far, there wasn’t a lot you could do for yourself. “...I came here with my boss and coworkers. They wanted to explore the abandoned tunnels. I didn’t want to go but… I was coerced into doing so, or deal with my boss’ temper, and risk my job. Said it would be a fun ‘bonding’ activity for the office…” you grumbled. You were still very much upset about this. All of this. You were exhausted, tired, and in a lot of pain. Your nerves were shot, you were alone in a tunnel with a stranger, and as far as you knew, he could kill you at any moment. You were tired. At this point, you weren't even sure if you could cry. Emmet looked at you, a calculating look on his face. You felt a spike of anxiety in your chest. 

If there was a single bee hybrid here, did that mean…

You felt your stomach drop. 

If a bee hybrid was underground, it wasn’t because they were lost or looking for flowers. The tunnels must be their hive. You were trapped in a tunnel leading to a hive. That explained the odd noises, and all the buzzing, you supposed. You felt a bit sick. You had been this close to presumably walking into a live hive. No doubt the drones inside would not take kindly to an intruder. Hell, the Queen would probably have had your head. Maybe it was a blessing this guy found you first, even if you weren’t sure of his intentions as of now. He was at least kind enough to listen to how you got here in the first place. Maybe he’d take pity on you and let you live? Or at least he could point you to where you need to go, so you could get crawling. In your internal musings, you were unaware of the internal debate within the hybrid’s mind. This was a golden opportunity! If you proved to be a nice fit, you had potential to solve all his hive’s major problems. If you proved unfit, well… Depending on how you act, they could either drop you off outside the city, or easily dispose of you. But he couldn’t let this opportunity pass! The hive was in too rough a position not to try. He was sure Ingo would agree, after listening to reason! However, he had to gain your trust. You were very much stressed and afraid. He felt for you, he really did! Being injured, and left alone in an abandoned tunnel with a different species was probably terrifying. He would be stressed if he was in your position too. He briefly looked over your leg, and fought back a wince. Sure, there wasn’t a lot of blood, most of the cuts having scabbed over. However, the skin was badly bruised, and there was swelling in a few places. Emmet didn’t need to be knowledgeable on humans to know that probably wasn’t good. And yet, he could help but admire this small human he had just met. From what he gleaned from your story, you’ve already been through a lot! Being betrayed by your boss and their drones? And to try and persevere by making your way through the tunnels, all while in immense pain? All for survival? He wouldn’t lie. You appeared to be very strong, mentally and emotionally at least. Even physically too! It was almost as if he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He had been watching you for a while, ever since that fork in the road. His wings buzzed behind him for a moment in awe and excitement. Yes! Those made great qualities for a Queen of a hive! You could be a perfect fit! Plus, you were a verrry cute little human. He had seen plenty of your kind out and about, albeit hidden from their sights. You were way more cute and regal than any of those humans he had seen in the past. Now, he just had to convince you to try and take the role… …It wouldn’t be easy though, he’d imagine. Humans had their own lives, after all! They seemed to be verrry independent, and liked it that way, not wanting to be involved in other things unless they simply desired to. Not only that, but from what his hive has seen, humans were not huge fans of sudden change. Taking over a hive as a Queen no doubt would count as one of those sudden changes. So he had to make it tempting. But where to begin? His eyes landed back on your leg, and his antenna twitched. “Would you like help with that?” He asked you suddenly, and you nearly jumped at his sudden eagerness, hovering over your leg. “Huh?” You dumbly asked, not expecting the question. Help? What did he mean by help? “Your leg. You have put a lot of strain on it. It doesn’t look good. Let me help you.” You could only stare at him, trying to process what he said. “You can stay at the hive until you are well again!” He assured you, his smile seemingly growing excited. You couldn’t help but look at him a bit confused. “But… Won’t the uh, the Queen not like that?” You ask, slightly fearing for your life. If you ended up stuck in the hive with an angry Queen Bee Hybrid, you doubted you’d make it out alive. Especially if they were territorial. Emmet shook his head. “Our hive has no Queen.” Ah. His face almost fell as he said so. Well, that was one thing you didn’t have to worry about, but…

“What about the drones? And the other bees? Won’t they not take kindly to a stranger?” You asked, a bit hesitant. Not having a Queen made things less difficult, but that didn’t mean the drones and other bees would just accept you- “They’ll be no problem at all, I promise.” He spoke, confident as he attempted to assure you. “But-” “They will listen to me. I promise they will not hurt you. They will help you recover.” Silence followed his statement as you weighed in your options. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder… “Why would they listen to you?” It came out a bit more rude than you had intended, though he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his grin grew incredibly wide. He leaned down towards you, almost like a bow, his wings buzzing behind him. “Because I am one of its Kings.”

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flesh and bone | chp 3: August 15

previous chapter: here

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader oc

After a messy divorce, you move into a rural house determined to continue on with your life. Until you discover your new home is less empty than you believed it to be

Warnings: legal recreational drug use, no under 18 readers

Notes: Who else has heard the badjhur audios? I’ve just discovered and w h e w.

The book you're reading is interesting enough. Some murder mystery with the perfect amount of sex that keeps you marginally more in the story than you normally would be. You had picked it up at your local bookstore with the full intention of actually enjoying the story. But really it’s just serving as a distraction as you wait for your edible to kick in, to feel the heaviness of it flood into your eyes, till the world is a little easier to digest. Till you can forget the lurking shadow of Ghost standing at the sliding door. Head propped up on the armrest of your couch, legs thrown every which way, one resting over the back of the sofa, you can see him clearly. And you know he can see you.

It’s almost been a week that you’ve been together in the strange living arrangement that you’ve found yourself in. And it hasn’t been horrible. He lives up to his name, that’s for sure. He barely makes a noise, haunting that spot at the door. You’ve barely seen him move, save for a quick stretch here or there that makes him seem almost human, like his body aches from standing in the one spot for too long. You’ve not heard him speak once, to himself and especially not to you. He’s just stood there, watching as you moved from place to place, as your father came to deliver your ordered furniture. You had been scared, in the moment, that your father would notice the hulking shadow in the corner but if he did, he had said nothing. You hadn’t bothered to ask Ghost about it, figuring the answer would lead to more questions.

In fact, you’ve really not talked much at all with your roommate. He’s been like a giant spider, in your mind, something you can live peacefully with if only you completely avoid thinking about it. For a brief moment you feel a creeping sense of guilt. The man has probably been alone for so long, and all you’ve done is awkwardly ignore him in hopes that maybe he’ll go away.

But! That just can’t be helped in the moment. You’re reading, that’s your current task. Or at least it was supposed to be. But fifteen minutes later and the only progress that you’ve made in your book is reading the same line five times.

And then you’re suddenly overly conscious of the fact that you have teeth.

Book forgotten, you run your tongue over them to make sure that you actually can’t feel any sensation from them. What a strange thing, teeth, you think. You blink, lazily, and then smile. Your edible was finally kicking in, and despite the fact that you’ve gotten high time and time again, it still surprises you that your brain immediately lands on ‘teeth’ as your way of knowing you’re high. If you were alone, you would bring a hand up to touch one of your canines, suddenly occupied with the thought that you’re physically capable of touching part of your own skull while alive.

It’s not a far leap to make then, when your thoughts and gaze drift back to him. Placing your book down on the floor, you remove your legs from the back of the couch and curl upward, hooking your arms over the back and resting your head on them, watching him. He’s staring outside, thank God, so you’re able to observe him in a neutral state. You’ve not spent much time observing him, so to have a moment in clear daylight where you can watch, it feels nice.

The cape of his gear hides most of him from the back, but he’s standing at an angle, like his shoulder could be resting on the wall, and it gives you the briefest of side views of him. He’s thick, you realize with a slow glance. And it’s not that you can tell clearly. Like most things about him, his true form is concealed by all the gear he has on him but you bet that if you were able to get your hands on his biceps, your hands wouldn’t even be close to touching if you wrapped them around him. Oh god do you want to find out, the urge so bad that you almost start to slide off the couch. Till you remember that you can’t touch him. Not that he would want you to touch him. You would never touch him without his permission, even if you could, even though you so desperately need an answer to your question.

So you settle on something more neutral to satiate your growing curiosity for your Ghost, an easier way to get answers from him. Channeling your students, you land on a one sided game of twenty questions.

“Where’re you from?” Your voice breaks through the afternoon silence. Instead of answering, he moves, turns to look at you although you still can’t see his eyes. At the distance you are now, he looks like he has none. But the memory of those blond lashes is there in your head, calming down the immediate flight response your body produces at seeing the skull mask stare at you. “I’m from here. Michigan, I mean. But not like, this exact place. I was born in Detroit.”

“This is Michigan?” He seems almost surprised by that fact.

“Yeah. Did you not know that? Have you ever known?” Somehow the idea of him not knowing where he’s haunting makes you sad.

“Maybe I did. Guess I’d forgotten.” He goes distant suddenly, his voice far off. That wasn’t your goal. You didn’t want him lost, you wanted him here, with you, sharing. Maybe your secret game had been a bad idea. But you’re already in it now, too far gone to give up on your curiosity.

“Well, now you know again. And it’s your turn to answer my question.” You make your eyes as big as you possibly can without making it weird. Your ex spouse had always said your eyes could change even the firmest of convictions. Or maybe they have just been in love with you then. Either way, you try. It settles into a staring match that ends with him looking away with a huff.

“M’from Manchester, originally. Been all over though, never really settled.” You tamper down the urge to throw your hands in the air in victory, instead opting for a large grin. He won’t notice, he’s back to staring outside, so the grin feels safe.

“What brought you to Central Michigan? It’s not like this is exactly a remote location to vacation at.” Your head feels heavy as you speak, and you tilt it to the side to rest on your crossed arms, alleviating the floating feeling in your brain.

“Can’t answer that.” His voice is resolute, cutting, firm in a way that you haven’t heard him be before. It makes you perk up a bit, your endless curiosity aided by being high and interested in him alone. You scoot closer to the back of the couch, if that’s even possible, tucking your body into the cushions. As if you’re trying to get closer to him without encroaching into the invisible barrier that you both have put between each other. The corner of the kitchen slash eating space is his, but oh god do you want to crowd into it and ask him everything.

“Can’t, or won’t?”

“Both. Next question.” His words descend like a guillotine, cutting your train of questioning off before it even had a chance to root. You pause, watching the invisible lines of him spread outwards. He’s been a puzzle, but it’s become clearer. Kind of. You had guessed the military from his outfit, the gear pointing toward that outcome or a survivalist dead set on the end of the world. But now you’re sure you were right, his secrecy making it clear that it’s knowledge that you aren’t supposed to know.

“How did you know I was going to ask another question?”

“Y’think I’m dumb? I know what you’re doing.” And suddenly piece number two about him falls into line: He’s always watching, in more ways than one. It makes your skin crawl for just a moment, the way that he can know with just a glance what your plan was. What else does he see and notice about you? It’s hard to know for certain, but you think there’s a seed in your gut that wants to know more, rising up in you, begging for release. You swallow it back down.

He’s turned toward you now, skull facing you head on. He’s still leaning, slightly, seeming to rest against the wall. Nonchalant and intimidating, a black figure stood stark against the white of your walls. You tilt your head as you watch him back. How does he not phase through the walls like your hands do with him? Can he control it? Or is it something about the house? Instead of any of these questions, you blurt out—

“How old are you?”

“What year is it?”

“Twenty twenty two.”

“Mm. Thirty eight then.” You pause and he must catch the way your eyes widen, uncontrollable. You really didn’t mean to look surprised, but you weren’t expecting a ten year age gap between the two of you. Suddenly you feel young despite everything you’ve done and accomplished. You feel small. “What? Weren’t expecting an old geezer?”

“No!” You shout, body surging forward slightly till you remember yourself and curl backward, slinking back into yourself, suddenly overly conscious of your limbs and self. You spend a moment rearranging yourself, tucking your legs under you and arms returning to the back of the sofa. “No, I just didn’t think you were that much older than me. You seem… younger?” You wince at the words. Younger isn’t the right choice, but you can’t nail down why you were so surprised.

Your gaze returns back to him to find him staring at you again. If you looked hard enough, you could picture him with an eyebrow crooked upward. Would his hair be thick like the rest of him? Or is it the exact opposite? For a moment your mind wanders, trying to fill in the blanks that the skull mask keeps hidden. What he looks like is a mystery. Your fingers itch to find out.

“Flattered you think that.” His voice is deadpan. He goes quiet for a moment and then tilts his head, curious. “How much older?”

“Ten. It’s really not that much, I don’t know why I was so surprised. Bigger age gaps exist, obviously. Like Leonardo diCaprio and literally every woman he’s ever dated. Did you see his new girlfriend is like twenty? Can’t he date someone his age? Or at least like someone who’s not twenty years younger?” You pause, waiting for a response, but he says nothing. Suddenly you realize you were babbling, filling the silence with pointless noise. Also how the hell would he know that? Or care? All the man does is stare out at the corn. You wince. “Sorry. I get… chatty when I’m high.”

There’s silence for a moment, the humming of cicadas and the wind moving through the corn, and then… a laugh. He’s huffed in amusement but this, this is a laugh. A bark of a noise that splits the silence like the sea. Your chest constricts at the noise and a feeling that feels a bit like pride floods your body. It’s not a want, but a need. You need to hear that noise from him again. It might just be the weed making your body weak, but you need to know what other noises he has hidden in him. What other things can come from his mouth that would make you feel like this?

“Oh really? I couldn’t tell. This is th’most we’ve talked. Been avoidin’ me.” Laughter remains in his voice, making him seem lighter. Actually younger, now that you know the truth. You blush, burning, flooding your cheeks. You shouldn’t be surprised that he noticed the way you’ve edged around him, but that doesn’t stop you from being stricken with embarrassment. You tuck into yourself, wanting to hide from him, or whatever you’re feeling. Probably both.

“Not avoiding. I just… I’m not quite sure what to do with you.” You admit, peeking over the edge of the sofa at him. If you could see, you’d imagine his gaze would be soft. But that could also just be your imagination.

“What d’you mean?”

“Ah. It’s just been a long time since I’ve lived with someone who wasn’t family. And the time before that didn’t… end well. I just don’t know how I’m supposed to be. Around you. Like do you want to be ignored or engaged with? All you do is stare at corn and I don’t know what to do with that.”

“Well…” You’ve earned another huff from him, and his hand comes up to rub at his chin. It’s a funny scene that makes you giggle, this giant of a man seemingly scratching the mandible of his skull mask. “How about this: we just agree to be friends, so you can stop not knowing what to do, hm? Does that make this easier for you?”

“Friends?” You blink.

“Friends. You do know what the word means, yeah?”

“Yes I know what friends means.” You glare at him, and then relax. Friends. You could do friends. You nod your head slowly.

“Okay Ghost. Let’s be friends.”

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my contribution:

my most popular fic: The Four Doors [drarry, E, 49k, Mind Healer Draco, memory loss Harry, legilimency]

wrote this mofo with no plan and no experience. i’m still absolutely baffled that it’s had any readers at all – it’s definitely nowhere near my favourite thing i’ve written! (my theory is that ppl are fooled into thinking it’s good bc there’s a bit of a twist near the end 😂 and i guess it’s a nice length where you can read it all in an evening, but it’s long enough that you can sink into it a bit more than a oneshot? no clue, honestly)

hidden gem 1: Fresh Eyes [drarry, M, 248 words, morally grey Draco]

i bang on about this drabble all the time lmao. i love love love pieces of writing that are different on a second read, and this (along w Four Doors, i guess!) was an attempt at that. it’s over two years later and i still don’t think i’ve ever topped this one.

hidden gem 2: Still the pine-woods scent the moon [Remus/Harry, E, 15k, post-war Remus lives AU, scent kink]

bit cheeky calling this a “hidden gem” when it’s only been online a month, but! i had SUCH a rough time writing the longfic i posted this summer (and, lbr, with writing many fics before that), so recently i’ve really been trying to figure out how to write for myself more (since apparently i am unable to quit writing altogether despite desperately trying to!!)

working on this rarepair smutfic that nobody asked for was a much better experience than i usually have, and also i’m more pleased with the result than with most of my other stuff. imo i still have a fair way to go before i’m satisfied with my writing (and the writing process!), but this one def feels like a step in the right direction!

part of trying to fix my relationship with writing was unfollowing basically everyone so i’m afraid i have no idea who has/hasn’t done this! i’m a horrid little goblin, please forgive me. if you want to join in (and i want you to!! writers talking about their writing is my FAVE), pls consider this your tag x

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Talk Shop Tuesday: I think we’ve talked about fic ideas you’ve considered writing but, in the end, were apprehensive to put out into the world. But what about a fic idea that you strongly believe should exist, but you don’t think you can or want to write yourself? Alternatively, what’s a fic idea that you think should exist, but hasn’t yet been done justice by anyone who’s attempted it? 🎤

WHAT AN EXCELLENT QUESTION

i know there would be some irondad out there who would be mad at me for saying this but i'm Right: a lot of skip fic is downright abhorrent, self-serving and self-insert nonsense that fundamentally undermines trauma work, therapy, and practicality in a way that's not only offensive at best but misogynistic and racist at worst.

there are a lot of irondad tropes that are Bad, in large part because of their Execution, but the Skip Fic trope especially is one that just irritates the hell out of me for how much it re-victimizes Peter Parker, engages in both trauma porn and voyeurism, AND seeks to claim moral superiority / catharsis under the guise of misogyny.

sure it might be wish fulfillment for Peter Parker to see the bad guy go to jail and you will never catch me saying that there's a wrong way to heal or w/e but. perhaps!!! there are wrong ways, if not BETTER fucking ways than always making it so that May Parker was a dunce and an idiot or couldn't save her poor baby or even dismissive whereas Tony Stark is somehow the perfect savior to go and fight peter's battles for him. It's horrifically offensive to victims of CSA and i struggle personally to understand how this is healing or cathartic but w/e.

The bigger issue I have is that everyone else in Peter's life - MJ, Ned, May - is seen as an obstacle or a problem or just plain stupid. Not always, but so many have fics position Tony Stark as the ultimate Savior of Peter Parker that it's just... disappointing. Especially since irondad as a fucking default hates to acknowledge or care about the comics at all and yet SOMEHOW fixated on the (1) PSA comic in the 80s that isn't even mainline canon to become SO prevalent, it's a fucking irondad trope.

ALL THAT TO SAY: i really want a GOOD fic done about skip that actually deals with the situation in a measured, nuanced way and has the ultimate goal of Peter's fucking recovery that isn't geared towards Tony Stark being the savior or the catalyst of being saved. To be clear, I think that this fic could and would actually benefit from Tony being a huge part of Peter's life. But the framing of Tony as being THE savior for Peter irritates the fuck out of me and is such a disservice to Peter as a character, much less as a stand in for victims of CSA.

I have an outline. I have the will and the want to. I've definitely written a LOT of inversions of shitty irondad tropes. But that's one I'm not sure if I'm ready to write, for a lot of reasons.

[letmeremindyouvn]

NSFW alphabet for Zech(I don’t know how to spell his name D:) also I love your art hehrbr

Hello! Thank you so much. :D

So, I did hesitate to answer this ask because while this is a yandere visual novel, unlike most yandere VNs, Let Me Remind You is a SFW game. At most it will just have darker themes, but nothing explicit. ;w;

Still, I really wanted to do this for Zecharias, so I did it anyway. ^^ I don't mind NSFW asks though I will have to put the responses under a cut.

But please be warned that the actual game is SFW. And also I will be putting my response under the cut. If you're under 18, please do not click to look any further.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Zecharias can be very loving and sweet if he wants to be, I’d imagine he’ll give good aftercare and will make sure his partner is okay. He will stay with them for as long as they need, and soothe any bruises and aches they get.

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

Anything that isn’t his right arm, which he hides for a reason. I think his favorite body parts would be his teeth and tongue, he probably bites and licks quite a bit during sex.

For his partner, he does have an eye on their hands and neck. He would very much like to kiss or bite them there. Just be warned that he has very sharp teeth.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I really don’t know what sort of cum he would have, since he’s only part human. ;w; I doubt his cum would have any unusual colors though, maybe a different taste but that’s about it.

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

He has jacked off way more than he would like to admit. Being trapped in liminal space/Backrooms like that does get very lonely.

He also gets frequent dirty thoughts, even more if he’s around someone he’s obsessed with, but he has to hide it to keep up his “classy” appearance.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Probably not. ;w; Zech has been trapped for a long time, most of his life in fact. And he can’t get out now, not being able to leave the liminal space/Backrooms world. He hasn’t been able to meet a lot of other people, much less get the chance to do the deed with them. At most, he likely could have done it with one person, but they’re as inexperienced as he is.

Who is this person? Well, you’ll find out in the game. :>

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Considering his lack of experience, I don’t think he has a favorite position. Though, if anything, he likes being on top, pinning his partner down.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He would probably make a few quips here and there, not taking it too seriously. He would be happy to make his partner laugh if they like that.

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

Zech puts a lot of importance on his appearance, wanting to appear elegant and sophisticated. He would definitely be very well-groomed, even down below.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Physical touch is important to him, so he’ll do lots of snuggling and touching and kissing. He will also constantly mummer praises and sweet words to his partner.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Considering he’s been trapped and alone most of his life, he probably masturbates quite a bit, since he has no one to do it with.

His species also does have a relatively high sex drive too, so he likely needs to find a method to “relieve” himself in a sense. I can’t reveal what species he is at this moment though. :>

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hmm, well, Zech does have a kink that might make a lot of people uncomfortable. He has a bit of a hypnokink. He also likes bondage and other kinks that makes him feel like he’s in control. He also does like biting and might act a bit feral during sex, with a bit of growling. If he gets way into it, he might even draw blood with his bites. But if you tell him to stop he will catch himself before he does that.

Of course, if his partner feels uncomfortable with these kinks, he won’t force them on his partner. He does value consent a lot.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly, anywhere. Maybe even in risky locations if his partner is into that. He doesn’t really have much shame.

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

His partner existing probably is enough to turn him on. He’s a yandere, he’s obsessed with his partner, to the point that he gets turned on just by being with them.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While he likes bondage, he would avoid things like chains or leashes. Also, he absolutely hates gags. They bring back too many bad memories for him.

He also values consent and won’t do anything non-consensual.

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

Zech’s fine with both giving and receiving, I think? He likes to pleasure his partner. Though his partner should be careful of his sharp teeth when he’s giving.

As for skill, he probably needs practice due to his inexperience.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Mostly slow and sensual. Zech wants to take his time with it and fully enjoy the intimacy and closeness to his partner.

Besides, Zech doesn’t want to hurt his partner, being much stronger than a human. Though if his partner prefers it fast and rough, he’ll cater to that too. He just wants to please his partner.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not a huge fan of it. He sees sex or even just spending time with his partner as an occasion and would prefer to take his time with it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Zecharias would definitely be up to experiment and try new things, especially if his partner is up for it. It’s exciting for him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh boy Zecharias has very high stamina normally, unless he’s starving. He can probably keep on going and going, round after round, if his partner can handle it. But he won’t push them further than they can handle.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Zech has no toys. He’s never seen them before, much less used them. But I think he’ll be fascinated if you showed one to him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Zecharias teases anyone he gets obsessed with as it is. He likes seeing flustered reactions. He’s going to be a menace with teasing during sex.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’d probably mummer a lot, saying sweet things and praises to his partner. He won’t be very loud, but would moan and whine, maybe even growl if he gets way into it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I’ve been thinking about this a lot: I don’t think Zech will have a human member. The thing is, I don’t know what it would look like. I asked around and got ideas of him being able to shift it into different shapes, including a tentacle shape or make it ribbed. Someone even suggested it having a corkscrew-shape because Zech has a bit of bird-like traits to him.

So the conclusion is that Zech can shapeshift his dick if he wanted to. ;w; Though it doesn’t make much sense in terms of his powers.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s well-toned, having an almost Greek god-like body. He’s clean shaven and removed a lot of his chest hair. To him it’s just easier for him to maintain.

As for his member, which I’m sure some people are curious about, I mentioned it in “W”, he can change its shape. I don’t think it would be comically big though, but it would have some girth to it.

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

Like I mentioned in the “J” part, he has quite a high sex drive, due to what he is. I can’t really reveal what species he is at the moment, aside from hint at it. :>

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t sleep much normally. Too many nightmares. I don’t think he’ll fall asleep after sex, unless he’s very comfortable or feels safe.

[accidentally-drank-paintwater]

Wenclair thing that I made while bored bc I have art block srry

we’re gonna pretend that thing at the end of s1 with Wednesday’s stalker never happened ok

oh and Tyler breaking out that never happened either ok everything was resolved nice and easy 👍 👌

Wednesday 3rd person POV:

“Wednesday!” Enid yelled, rushing up to Wednesday. She hasn’t seen her all summer. This was their last year at Nevermore. Enid stopped short of hugging her. Wednesday was never quite a hugging person.

“it’s alright Enid, you can hug me this once,” Wednesday said. Enid hugged her, and Wednesday slightly returned the hug. Wednesday had missed Enid over the summer. Spending summer with her dreadful extended family made her think. Most of her family had lovers. Wednesday had been reserved to everyone except her brother and Enid since Tyler and Xavier. Wednesday thought over the summer of all the times Enid and her had spent together. Last summer they went to the pool together, and went roller skating, and got ice cream. The summer before that of course was the Hyde.

Though it was hard to admit for Wednesday, ever since she met Enid she had been slowly developing feelings for her. Ajax and her broke up last summer, falling out of love unfortunately, so Wednesday really started picturing herself with Enid. At her family reunion this summer, Wednesday had asked her family how they knew they loved their partner. Wednesday was sure she loved Enid, though she didn’t think could ever say it.

“here, I um…made this..for you…” Wednesday said, holding out a rainbow friendship bracelet that said W x E. Enid’s eyes lit up as she took it.

“is this-?”

“a friendship bracelet.” Wednesday finished, holding out her own wrist to show her black and grey one. Enid smiled the biggest grin and jumped up and down.

“oh I love it Wednesday!! Thank you!” Enid said, grabbing Wednesday’s hands. Wednesday suppressed her blush.

“of course Thing helped me,” Wednesday added. Thing crawled over Wednesday’s shoulder, waving hello to Enid. He signed “I missed you”

“awww, I missed you too Thing,” Enid said. “Cmon Wednesday, I got something new to show you!”

Wednesday followed Enid to their dorm, where at the door Enid covered Wednesday’s eyes.

“don’t peek!” She said

“I won’t, I like the darkness.”

“ok….you can look!”

Wednesday opened her eyes. There, a black Cello, engraved with skulls and bones, and with words, sat by Wednesday’s half of the window. She gasped.

“i know, its a little overboard, but i really wanted to thank you for everything. For being my friend, my roommate, my savior… look! It even has skulls and knives and stuff, things you like! And on the side it says ‘always play your music, because no matter what the world says, ill always love it’ and then i signed Enid…. Please say something!”

Wednesday was speechless. This was the nicest thing anyone had every done for her. And not nice in a disgusting way, but actually nice. Her other cello had been destroyed anyways, when the Fight of Nevermore happened. But Enid doing this for her.

“Wednesday?…” Enid asked timidly. Wednesday looked at her. Enid looked at the ground. Wednesday rushed over and hugged her. Hugging two times in one day was a lot. Enid was shocked. Wednesday was hugging her first. Enid squeezed Wednesday, smiling and crying.

“Enid, thank you. Your gift is highly appreciated and I…I l-love it.” Enid laughed, then sniffled. “Enid, why are you crying? I said I like it,” Wednesday asked, wiping away a tear. She cupped her hand against Enid’s cheek.

“No no no! I’m not sad, these are happy tears!” Enid laughed out, putting her hand on top of Wednesday’s hand.

“people cry when they are happy?”

“people cry when they are overwhelmed with emotion Wednesday, like how I’m overwhelmed with happiness!”

“why are you so happy?”

“Wednesday, you liked my gift! You even said you loved it! I’ve never heard you say the word love. And you made us friendship bracelets. Wednesday, you hugged me first!” Enid couldn’t stop smiling, grinning from ear to ear. Wednesday stared at her. In this state of happiness, Wednesday wanted to kiss Enid. She was so happy. Because of her. Wednesday. Wednesday made someone happy. Her best friend. Her crush.

“try playing it! The shop person said it’s ‘top notch’!” Enid said, imitating an Italian accent. Wednesday walked over and played a note. It sounded amazing. She played “paint it black” by the Beatles just like she had all those years ago. Enid watched, mesmerized.

“Enid, you have no idea how much this means to me.”

“it-its nothing- it was nothing really,” Enid said nervously. Her cheeks were pink. Enid glanced over Wednesday’s shoulder. She watched for a second then hissed “no!” She looked at Wednesday. She raised on eyebrow and looked behind her. Thing was there.

“what was Thing saying?”

“Oh, nothing, don’t worry about it!”

Wednesday looked at Thing. It began signing again.

“Enid. Likes. W-“

“WATCHING MOVIES! HAHA!!” Thing smacked its forehead. Or, at least , did a gesture similar.. “What do you want to watch?”

Enid pulled up her computer and connected it the projector they installed last year, after Enid won it from a raffle. Wednesday looked at the options. Finally she settled on a documentary about an unsolved murder case form the 60s.

Wednesday and Enid sat together on the floor, huddled in blankets and, for Enid, stuffed animals. Wednesday had one stuffed animal, which was a black and white stuffed bear from Build-A-Bear. That was one of the many places she and Enid went to during the summer they spent together. Enid’s bear she was snuggling tightly. On the feet of them, Enid’s said “<3 Wednesday” and Wednesdays said “<3 Enid” . If only Enid knew how much Wednesday meant hers. After the documentary finished, they turned on a horror movie. Wednesday was entertained, but Enid was horrified.

“Omg Wednesday! How are you not scared?”

“This is my favorite movie.”

“Oh, Right.” Enid said, whimpering. Wednesday glanced over at her. She was shaking and biting her lip, and jumping at every noise, like the wind outside or the rustling of Thing. Wednesday sighed.

“come here,” Wednesday said, holding her arm out.

“W-what?” Enid said.

“Come here. Your scared. It’s what my mother did when I would see the color pink.”

Enid glanced at Wednesday, as though she thought Wednesday was joking. Then she scooted over. Wednesday wrapped her arm around her, Enid resting her head on Wednesday’s shoulder. A jump-scare happened on screen, and Enid grabbed Wednesday. Wednesday didn’t react. She wanted this, in a weird way. She wanted Enid to come to her when scared, or to care about her. Wednesday sighed. How would she ever tell Enid?

Enid 3rd person POV:

Enid woke up to find herself on the shoulder of Wednesday. Wednesday’s head was resting on hers, arms wrapped around eachother. Enid blushed. She was in the arms of Wednesday Addams. She fell asleep with Wednesday Addams. She fell asleep in the arms of Wednesday Addams. Oh god. Enid carefully wiggled out, making sure she didn’t wake Wednesday. She stared at her. She was so beautiful. And so out of her reach. Wednesday would never love Enid. They were polar opposites, and Wednesday likes men! Enid thought she liked men too before she realized during her relationship with Ajax that she didn’t want boys, but rather girls. A certain girl. Enid broke up with Ajax, and told him the reason why. Ajax had smiled sadly and said “go get your girl Enid.” They hadn’t interacted since.

Enid left Wednesday on the floor while she changed out of her school clothes and into pajamas. Enid stared at the pin in her suitcase. It had the lesbian flag on it, given to her by her father after she came out. She still hasn’t come out to Wednesday. Hiding the pin, Enid went back to the floor, and unsure of whether or not to touch Wednesday, laid beside her on the floor.

Wednesday 3rd person POV:

Wednesday woke up around 7 am and looked around her. Enid was no longer in her arms but laid beside her. Wednesday got up and looked around for Thing. Thing was huddled between Enid’s plushies. Wednesday gave him a look. He just put an L and buried himself deeper. Wednesday looked down at Enid, who was fast asleep. She picked her up and put her on own bed. Wednesday put away most of the mess from last night, leaving Thing with a couple stuffed animals. She left the room and went downstairs for breakfast.

“How was your Summer?” Eugene asked, sitting beside Wednesday.

“Dreadful, I had a family reunion.”

“haha, felt that. My grams came over and told me all about how I needed a haircut and how skinny I am,” Wednesday listened as Eugene went to ramble on about his summer. Eventually Eugene finished.

“Sooooo,” he said, elbowing Wednesday, who raise an eyebrow. “Are you happy to see Enid againnn~?”

“of course I am. She’s my best friend.”

“Sureee, only your best friend,”

“what are you implying?”

“Cmon Wednesday! We’re hive buddies! I can tell when you’ve found yourself a queen.”

“Oh alright,” Wednesday gave up, “I may have a very small desire to be more than friends.”

“I knew if! Tell her!”

“what? No. Never. Enid likes boys. And-and we’re polar opposites, and I’d break her heart just like I did Xavier’s.” Wednesday sighed.

“listen, it’s not my place to say, but maybe you should talk to Enid. You don’t have to tell her any thing, but just ask about her romantic interests. You may be pleasantly surprised,”

“I hate suprises,”

Enid 3rd person POV:

Wednesday came back upstairs from breakfast shortly after Enid woke up.

“I brought you some toast. Peach jam, your favorite.”

Enid smiled and took the plate.

“Thank you Wednesday!” She said, eating the crusts.

“So, why did you and Ajax break up?”

Enid choked on her peach Jam.

“W-what are you talking about? We broke up because we didn’t love each other anymore,”

“Ajax seemed pretty heartbroken.”

Enid frantically tried to search for an excuse but found none. She looked at Wednesday.

“Promise you won’t hate me?”

“Promise”

Enid and Wednesday locked pinkies, then Enid got up and grabbed the pride pin she had hidden. She handed it to Wednesday and looked at her lap.

“my dad got that for me, after I came out. It’s the lesbian pride flag…I’m lesbian…”

Wednesday looked at Enid, who was fidgeting her hands in her lap.

“Why would I hate you?” Enid looked up. “My family is the Addams. You know why people thought my ancestors were witches? Because they were queer! Oh and they practiced magic and sin, but mainly for being queer,”

Enid slightly smiled.

“I don’t know why I thought you’d be..i don’t know..less supportive of this,”

“Enid, I support you no matter what. Is this why you broke up with Ajax?”

“yeah, i told him I liked another girl, he was pretty ok about it.”

Wednesday 3rd person POV:

Wednesday’s heart stopped. And not like it does after electric shock therapy. It hurt. Wednesday’s breath was shallow. Enid liked someone else. Now she really had no chance.

“Wednesday?”

“Hmm?” Wednesday responded, dazed out.

“Are you ok? Did you have another vision?”

“Oh, no, just thinking.”

“oh, ok. Well, wanna go into town? Maybe the new coffee place has finally opened and you can have coffee with me for once!”

“I’m good, you can go though. Bring me back one!”

“Yeah…yeah ok. Bye Wednesday,” Enid said, grabbing a coat and leaving. Wednesday leaned against the door and slid to the floor. She couldn’t do this. She must fall out of love with Enid. If only it was that easy.

when Enid returned Wednesday was writing yet another book.

“I got your favorite.”

“thank you.”

“…”

Enid moved to her side and began looking through her drawers.

“ugh.” Enid groaned.

“what’s wrong?”

“I don’t have a hair tie,”

“I have one, just borrow mine.” Wednesday grabbed one from her drawer and handed it to Enid. She watched as Enid pulled her hair back and tied it up. She looked hot that way. Wednesday turned her face away from Enid so she couldn’t see her red cheeks. Enid fidgeted behind Wednesday.

“Wednesday…I feel like..maybe you never recovered from Tyler..and…if you need to talk about it, I’m always here for you..!”

“I’m fine. Tyler was nothing to me.”

“But he was something to you! You guys kissed!”

“it was nothing! Tyler was a monster and he meant nothing.”

“a person doesn’t kiss another person like it’s nothing,, Wednesday.”

“It doesn’t matter Enid!” Wednesday raised her voice, standing up. Enid walked to her.

“it does matter!! When I kissed Ajax I knew from that moment that I didn’t want that. I wanted someone else. Someone I’ve fallen for!”

“then go kiss her! But I’m fine Enid and I don’t need you to try and be my therapist.”

“I can’t kiss her! She doesn’t like me, and she never will!” Enid said, sobbing at this point. “And I’m scared of confessing, wondering if it’ll ruin our friendship, and I’m scared of hurting her! Being a werewolf I could kill someone accidentally and not even realize it!”

“Enid, how do you know she doesn’t like you if you’ve never confessed?”

“she likes men! She’s only ever liked men!”

at this point Enid had backed Wednesday into a wall. Enid hated arguing with Wednesday and she knew that. Enid rested her arm above Wednesday. She sighed, her breath hot on Wednesday’s face. It took everything Wednesday had to not turn red.

“She’ll never like me.” Enid let a tear fall down, and it landed on Wednesday’s chest. Wednesday wiped another tear of Enid. She let her hand settle on Enid’s shoulder. They made eye contact.

“who is it that you like?”

Enid didn’t breathe. A minute passed. Then another. Enid walked away from Wednesday. With her back turned, she whispered,

“You.”

Enid 3rd Person POV:

She can’t believe she just did that. She covered her face with her hands. Why oh whyyy did she tell Wednesday. Wednesday is going to hate her and never want to be her friend again and Enid will be alone forever and-

“I like you too.”

Enid spun around. “W-what?”

“I said I like you too…” Wednesday said, still against the wall. She wasn’t sheepishly hiding, but she also wasn’t confident. She was just standing there. Enid couldn’t believe her ears. Or her eyes. Was Wednesday blushing? A hint of color on her cheeks popped out. Enid walked back over to Wednesday. They stared at eachother, each with longing in their eyes. Enid brushed away Wednesday’s bangs and kissed her on the forehead.

“You must know I am very bad at affection. I’ll hurt you. I won’t always be nice. I-”

“Haha,” Enid giggled. She and Wednesday looked at each-other. Enid smiled, and, for once, Wednesday smiled too. Just a little bit. Enid hugged Wednesday and picked her up off the ground, spinning her around.

“Wednesday Addams likes me!!” She shouted.

“Shhh, people will hear you!”

“I don’t care, you love me! The girl I like loves me!” Enid said, putting Wednesday down. Wednesday kissed Enid on the lips to shut her up. Enid smiled.

btw I didn’t bother proof reading this so 🤷🏼‍♀️ might delete idk

sorry for not being active art block sucks but I’ll try and and get some pieces out before Christmas.

[seventeenlovesthree]

Digimon Adventure Relationship Analysis: How Yamato and Koushirou, two of the (theoretically) most introverted characters, actually connect very well in the background and are emotionally and intellectually compatible with each other - depending on which canon you choose to look at and whether said canon lets them “communicate”

Like it is the case with many less visible relationships in Digimon Adventure, you might want to take a very close look on how these two interact with each other. Because, for the most part, I’m inclined to say it shouldn’t be a surprise that they’re getting along very well and are actually seen musing, theorizing an plan crafting very nicely once they’re allowed to have screentime together. I say “for the most part”, because there are a few instances in canon that make them clash. A lot. So let’s look at the fine line between “introverts connect well” and “two characters being at odds, because they’re different kinds of introverts”.

I once made a half-serious post on discord about how I felt the different kinds of canons characterized these two interacting with each other. So let’s look at these points one by one:

01: Don't interact that much, but respect each other (Yamato even opens up towards Koushirou in ways he hasn't done towards the others at that point in time, like "I want to evolve too, you know", he might even be a bit protective because he's "smol".)

Despite stating that they don’t interact “that” much, it’s still remarkable how incredibly comfortable they seem with each other. Admittedly, at first I only had “that one” episode in mind that allowed them to go looking for their crests together, since it literally is the most prominent example of them interacting at all. However, thanks to the PSP game - which I will be referencing in a minute -, there actually are quite a few instances that show that, not only are they listening to each other very carefully, but also share some quiet moments together in which they just... Interact very nicely. So let’s fuse these two canons together for emphasis:

PSP game: L i t e r a l l y one of the most prominent relationships besides Taiora, wow, Yamato is vibing with Koushirou a lot, they theorize and worry together (and Yamato offers him to teach him how to cook in one of the side stories. Wholesome).

Yamato is portrayed as very interested in what Koushirou has to say in general (and remembers things he has been ranting about in the past), indicating very early on that he values his opinion - and is also worried about him (which might be his big brother instincts kicking in here and there, since Koushirou is not only younger than him, but just a tad bit taller than Takeru). As said, this might be even more emphasized on in the game, but not only does Yamato ask Koushirou whether he’s fine on his own a lot, but they generally just talk a lot about theories - and one thing I found interesting is that these two seem to be watching TV in their free time, because they reference it a few times, so that could also theoretically be something they bond over. That - and also food. 

(This one I remembered a bit differently, because Yamato specifically addressed Koushirou here in the German dub. “Do you think this will be okay, Izzy? I’ve never hitchhiked before.”)

Then again, there obviously is the famous “Let’s go on an adventure together” episode; it starts with them worrying about Taichi and Agumon - and ends with them having one of the most genuine conversations Yamato may have ever had up to this point. Koushirou even seems a bit taken aback by just how open Yamato is towards him, asking him about why he wants to find his crest and straight up tells him that he wants to mature and discover sides about himself he hasn’t known yet. 

It’s a very honest conversation, showing Yamato letting his guard down towards someone else, which should be a remarkable development. Especially because of how it frames their interaction: Koushirou, upon getting asked why he wants to find his Crest, answers in a very typical fashion: “Because I want to know what Kabuterimon evolves into.” Of course it’s knowledge related, he’s curious and wants to know. Yamato, however, talks about his own development - and by doing so, he basically opens up towards a “friend”, displaying a moment of trust and friendship. So it shouldn’t be surprising that this is where they are finding their crests...

And even if one might have to squint to see it, this may have been the “click” moment establishing them staying communicative in the future. In the most subtle way imaginable. So not only does Yamato maintain his openly worried nature towards Koushirou here and in the future to some degree...

... It also, somewhat, establishes Yamato as the (second to) third most important person Koushirou consults (whenever Taichi and Sora aren’t available).

This is important - because this is something that carries over to 02, Tri and Kizuna. Speaking of which, let’s head over to 02 now:

02: "One braincell" bro squad with Taichi. Very soft and very communicative. Yamato can actually read Koushirou pretty well and even tells his mother that she needs to understand Koushirou only gets persistent towards her, because he worries.

The series basically opens with them still communicating - even if it happens in the back (”Yamato-san told me what happened!”), it definitely indicates a stable connection between these two, even three years later. And although 02 mainly puts Yamato besides Taichi or as a third wheel next to Taichi and Koushirou...

... It also shows how well these two actually understand each other better than expected. One of my favourite scenes in regards of them and their friendship with Taichi and Sora as a whole happens by the very end of the season. Taichi and Sora are investigating together and Koushirou is the one asking Yamato if he’s okay with not having gone with them. His intentions about asking this are not very clearly stated, however - Yamato immediately explains that he would be useless since only Agumon could evolve in case of an emergency, so Taichi was the right one to go with Sora. It implies that Koushirou has been worried about Yamato - and that Yamato himself doesn’t harbor any feelings of inferiority (or even jealousy) towards his friends. It’s just a wonderful display of trust and care between them. 

Furthermore, Kae, Koushirou’s mother, enters the scene asking what it is she could be doing to help out the group besides providing food - and Koushirou immediately tells her off, saying that she shouldn’t stay around much longer in a very persisting tone. She looks down for a second - and it’s Yamato who steps in right there, telling her that she needs to understand how Koushirou feels, since he’s only worried about her. Knowing Yamato, this is a huge deal - because he himself has always been struggling with his own relationship with his mother after the divorce of his parents and, most likely, couldn’t always tell her his honest feelings either. He reads Koushirou’s reaction here correctly - because he understands. They’ve both dealt with family related trauma and are still trying to interact with their parents in more natural ways. We actually don’t know if Yamato knows about Koushirou being adopted, but it doesn’t matter in this context, because he knows him well enough to empathize with his struggles - once again, implying that Yamato and Koushirou are much more familiar with each other than screentime might suggest. 

... Sadly though, Tri doesn’t really continue this streak of familiarity in the same sense. I didn’t summarize their relationship there with words, but with a certain dynamic I couldn’t unsee:

Tri: Koushirou: "Stop picking on Taichi-san already and stop being in denial." Yamato: "Pff, fine."

Tri doesn’t give them many opportunities to interact at all. It does imply that they’re still theorizing about things...

... But at the same time, it kinda also shows that they’re not exactly on the same wavelength at this point in time.

Nice callback to Koushirou still not being able to catch up to Yamato by the way.

Koushirou’s most prominent role in Tri - and ALSO in the stageplay - when it comes to Yamato, is: Keeping him at arm’s length before he ends up strangling Taichi. After everything the three of them went through, it’s natural that Koushirou is able to read Yamato (and his feelings for Taichi as well) and while Yamato is deeply in denial about everything, Koushirou knows (and, just like the others, is obviously done with them arguing the entire time due to teenage angst).

The stageplay actually dials this dynamic up to 11:

Stageplay: Koushirou: "STOP PICKING ON TAICHI-SAN AND STOP BEING IN DENIAL." Yamato: "OKAY, FINE!!!"

It allows the two of them a lot of screentime together - however, they’re not really on their most friendly terms here in comparison to everything we’ve seen before. Yamato is more in denial than ever before, about his relationship with Taichi as well as about the “problems” they currently have to face, being trapped in a timeloop, because they all actually want to return to August 1st. And for the first time since we’ve learned that he values and trusts in Koushirou’s knowledge and view-points, we see Yamato asserting quite an aggressive attitude towards him, demanding him to provide answers.

And since he’s so much in denial, Koushirou is visibly getting annoyed with him as well - he tries to remain calm and respectful, but the way he talks and looks at Yamato definitely indicates a certain level of exhaustion. So he basically switches between a passive-aggressive tone and softness to calm him down.

Not only that, but despite them actually theory-crafting and planning together again a lot, Koushirou definitely has to step in once more to keep Yamato from screaming at Taichi. Which, as much of a theme as this is by now, at least indicates that they’re still familiar enough for it to actually work out - Koushirou gets Yamato’s emotions and his assertiveness is what makes Yamato actually back off in both instances, as much as he fought it at first.

Kizuna, at the very end of the original Adventure life cycle, is somewhat of a cummulation of everything I’ve talked about up to this point.

Kizuna: Fairly close, very communicative (despite a little fallout), a lot of planning (and mutual protectiveness).

Yamato is seen among those Chosen that are still around regularly to fight against materializing Digimon in the real world, besides Taichi, Takeru and Hikari. Yamato is, quite obviously, still so used to Koushirou providing answers and knowing everything about everything that, just like in the stageplay, he snaps at him for not immediately knowing why Omegamon dissolves. 

Once Koushirou witnesses the circle of light around Yamato’s phone/digivice, he goes into research mode, absolutely refusing to let the departure happen to Yamato (and Taichi). Even if the mention of his name was only in the dub/subtitles, it still shows that Koushirou would actually go to hell and back to find a solution for his sake.

And after they and Taichi went through spy-like conspiracing to drive things further - with them actually doing most of the planning together -, they do tell each other to be careful... 

... Just for Yamato to eventually find out that Koushirou wasn’t careful enough. Once he realizes that Koushirou had been Menoa’s target to get the list of Chosen Children all along, he hurries back to his office, just to find him unconscious on the ground. Guilt is written all over his face since he couldn’t protect his friend here - who, by sending the coordinates to the Digital Realm to Taichi before fainting, actually did what he could to help his friends proceed.

To summarize it all: They’re having an overall good relationship with each other - when things aren’t at stake. Yamato tends to get emotionally overwhelmed in certain situations and may snap at Koushirou due to it - who, in turn, tends to know how to handle him due to them actually being on a similar emotional level. Yamato also feels generally comfortable confiding in Koushirou and trusts in and also somewhat understands him - again, if things are not in a pinch.

And speaking of a pinch - since Tri and the stageplay did portray them to be bickering/on opposing ends to some degree, I also wanted to bring up the one part of Digimon that actually portrayed them at not being compatible with each other: The Digimon Adventure novels:

Novels: Yamato: "Oh my god, you're the quiet kid that never talks, stop swooning over Taichi, we get it!" Koushirou: "You're too emotional." Yamato: "FINE. *leaves*"

Unlike in the Adventure series as stated above, Novel!Yamato and Novel!Koushirou do not communicate with each other - and it is outright stated that they don’t properly understand each other because of that. Or rather... They might actually do - and that’s why they don’t get along.

Novel!Koushirou actually does talk - but chooses to mainly do so to Taichi and Sora. Not Yamato. And Yamato seems to notice this, because, minus the general points in the story in which he obviously relies on Koushirou’s skills as well, his main impression of him is that he is “one of Taichi’s fans”. After having accused Taichi of being a “failure of a leader”, it’s Koushirou who steps up - which is something Yamato hasn’t witnessed before:

Yamato, who had accused Taichi of being “too soft” himself, is now facing the bitter truth that Koushirou saw right through him - and by doing so actually summarizes everything we’ve seen above: Koushirou, at least judging by the version of Yamato he knows, the one Yamato himself has been displaying on the outside, understands Yamato’s emotional state. And that’s why it cuts so deep.

Unfortunately, the novel doesn’t actually let them reconcile, with Yamato leaving the group due to “not getting along” with them, especially Taichi and Koushirou, whom he basically accused of being too biased (funnily enough, this also mirrors the instances in Tri and the stageplay in which Koushirou protected Taichi from Yamato). Koushirou, however, does feel remorse and would like to make up with Yamato - but isn’t able to. So, like stated above, he does confide in Taichi and Sora more thoroughly, so he actually asks Sora to apologize on his behalf, since he thought he was going too far. 

It does mean something to him and it’s a shame it was never resolved “on read”. However - it all definitely shows that, even in a universe they’re no friends in yet, it’s possible for them to learn to understand each other better. If they managed to talk. 

[gazelessmenagerie]

...hey Kuro? Are you upset with me? I just have the BigAnxiety and don't see any of my asks appear anymore, and I'm worried I did something...

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Ah! I just read the rules (brain empty, totally forgot to I'm so sorry!!)

Is me calling you Kuro-san too friendly? I've been watching someon play Yakuza again and it's in my head.

And I 'unno if I ever seem like I'm tryna be cute or begging, but the way I type is just the way I be, so I hope I don't come off that way, and if I ever do, please please PLEASE tell me! I feel awful now I should'a been more careful I'm so sorry if I made you uncomfy or upset in any way

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( First and foremost, I appreciate you speaking to me directly and saying your grievances on what’s been bothering you. I apologize immensely for being a factor in the anxiety caused but I assure you I am not in any way, shape, or form upset with you. The only reason I didn’t answer is bc I have school and class takes up a good chunk of my time along with doing hw, studying, and I also have home duties I need to do with groceries, driving, taking family members to appointments and the like. I can’t be online all the time and when I do, I’m usually only going to focus on things I already had in the works during the week or that I thought of in those minutes and need to write down in that time frame before I get whisked away for w/e reason. Even then, I may just only do one thing and spend the rest of the day  / evening just resting or scrolling bc my social energy was completely depleted and it needs to recharge on its own time for ooc / ic answering. )

( Long story short, I am a slow writer and I can take a long time to answer back ooc as well just bc of the things listed above. )

( Calling me Kuro-san is not too friendly, you are alright to call me that. What my rules mean in that regard is that in the past I got greatly annoyed by people being way overly familiar with me when I only known them for like a few days to a few weeks at most and I do not appreciate that sort of behavior. << As like trying to pry certain responses from me for their muses or things in a really ‘begging’ sort of way, calling me ‘bestie’ / things like that and giving me that goddamn begging emoji thing. )

( So far, you’re not doing any of that. Or like, you understand that my muse is not a good person and he will do villainous things bc thats how he is. You’re not goddmodding either or like trying to ‘force’ him to change or not be able to ‘kill’ without at least a good reason in a ‘in-character’ way. Its like.. ahh.. how does one say. its a bit of a fine line between an annoying ask and someone just playing up their anon personality, if I can call it that. Little bit besides the point, but I enjoy anon shenanigans! It was the absolute funniest thing back a few years and if I did feel like I needed a break or I didn’t like an ask, I’d just say so and we’ll figure it out from there. It’s not meant to discourage anyone badly, its just that I’m not vibing with a particular thing / scene being done and would like something else. I mean, hell, my muses may be bastards but I still love them, y’know? So again, what you’ve been doing hasn’t treaded on that line and even if it did or does, i’ll just answer ooc like ‘ ahh, sorry, not feeling this one. can we do something else ? ‘ something like that. )

( All that ^  to say, you haven’t upset me or made me uncomfortable.  )

( Once more I apologize for causing you distress but I am also appreciative you took the time and courage to communicate with me on this. Main thing with me is that I need time and patience bc I sure as heck am slow to write and get back to people on stuff a lot of the time! I don’t mean to and it is not meant to signify that I am upset with anyone when I take a few days or even weeks to answer back. )

[pesterloglog]

Roxy Lalonde, John Egbert, Harry Anderson Egbert

Candy, page 38

ROXY: sup john

ROXY: long time no see

ROXY: well alright then pal

ROXY: i do believe u know the way to the living room

JOHN: yeah, yep.

JOHN: thanks.

JOHN: sorry for staring like an idiot.

JOHN: it’s...

JOHN: i just got done with a whole week of feeling weird about hanging out in my dad’s old house again.

JOHN: I kind of forgot to think about how it would be surreal coming back here, too.

JOHN: some kind of nostalgia whiplash, i guess.

ROXY: fair enough yo

ROXY: harry andersons out if u were wonderin

ROXY: hell scoot back home later so if you make it thru round 1 of awkward ex-family convos im happy to say you can be rewarded with another

JOHN: oh, cool.

JOHN: i’d like to see him, if…

JOHN: if it’s okay with both of you.

ROXY: ya we chatted bout it

ROXY: but like i said

ROXY: one thing at a time

ROXY: lets me n u tear this ol egbert/lalonde estrangement band-aid right the fuck off n see what we got goin on underneath it

JOHN: sounds like a plan.

JOHN: so, uh.

JOHN: i’ve been doing a lot of thinking recently.

JOHN: and i’ve realized some things.

JOHN: some stuff that involves you and some that doesn’t, but all things i think you deserve to know.

JOHN: whew.

JOHN: ok lemme think where to start...

JOHN: you know how jake left jane?

JOHN: i mean, i assume you know.

JOHN: though, uh, no offense, but jane’s version might be...

JOHN: skewed.

ROXY: oh lmao nah i didnt hear it from janey

ROXY: harry anderson filled me in on wat he got thru the teen grapevine

JOHN: oh!

JOHN: are you guys not...

JOHN: nevermind.

JOHN: i’m sorry, i came to apologize for my shit, not pry into your business.

JOHN: we don’t have to talk about jane if you don’t want to.

ROXY: janey n me havent been super tight of late

JOHN: ah.

JOHN: what about politics not coming between friends and all that?

ROXY: lmao well turns out sometimes someones politics make it p clear what kind of friends they value

ROXY: or dont

ROXY: and idk sometimes people you used to like when you were a teen grow up to be assholes or w/e!!

ROXY: i think i was clingin to somethin just to prove to myself that i was doin stuff right

ROXY: ol rolal

ROXY: hella normal

ROXY: v good at sticking with friends

ROXY: the more i thought abt it the more i figured holdin on to that one thing made me lose out on some other shit

ROXY: u might relate

JOHN: haha, you got me there i guess.

ROXY: anyways

ROXY: im not tryna take up all ur big speech time w/ my stuff

ROXY: you were tellin me about how jake n janey finally went splitsways and how it gave you some kind of epiphany

JOHN: no, it’s cool!

JOHN: i’m glad to hear it.

JOHN: we can come back to your shit after my shit, maybe.

JOHN: but yeah, jake, he uh...

JOHN: he and tavros are living with me now.

JOHN: i think for the foreseeable future. we were expecting jane to have kind of a fit about it, but all we’ve gotten so far are some divorce papers.

JOHN: if she knows where jake is and she hasn’t had a drone fleet dispatched to nuke my house off the planet i think that’s a good sign she’s actually just letting them go?

JOHN: which is kind of surprising, but, uh. good, i guess.

ROXY: ok ill b the first 2 admit that janes turned into kind of a jerk lately but u no shes not actually like

ROXY: literally evil

ROXY: lol

JOHN: that’s debatable!

ROXY: sry to disappoint but janes just a person and you cant actually blame her for everything that went wrong in our marriage like i was her helpless thrall or somethin

JOHN: that’s not what i was saying...

ROXY: ok neither of us came here to argue about janey did we

JOHN: you’re right. let’s just not talk about her.

ROXY: yea

JOHN: anyway...

JOHN: i’ve been doing a lot of thinking about how things got to be like they are.

JOHN: i guess i’ll just come out and say it.

JOHN: i completed fucked up your entire life.

JOHN: i’m not going to pretend like there are two sides here. it’s my bad, totally.

JOHN: like, not just what happened to our marriage, though it’s also true that that’s completely my fault.

JOHN: but even before that...

JOHN: i think i fucked up on just this massive, fundamental level, and it’s what i did—

JOHN: or, well, what i didn’t do—

JOHN: that caused every stupid bullshit thing about the way this world is.

JOHN: none of this was supposed to be this way.

JOHN: honestly, it doesn’t feel right that we got married at all, does it?

JOHN: your life was heading in this whole other direction with callie, and i just...

JOHN: i dunno. i just kind of took that from you.

JOHN: i think i ended up taking a lot of decisions from a lot of people.

JOHN: everything took a backseat to what i wanted.

JOHN: whatever cosmic significance the lives here do or don’t have, all the pointless suffering i’ve created is... inhumane. and—

ROXY: oh nah ill stop u rite there my man

ROXY: im sorry john ilu but this is some hot steamin horseshit

JOHN: what?!

ROXY: its some real jerkoff emoji stuff is all im sayin!!

ROXY: you think you choice mattered so much that no one elses could measure up?

ROXY: n then what

ROXY: did u get what u wanted?

ROXY: did your life end and the points got tallied and you came out on top or like what?

ROXY: still p much seems like were movin to me

ROXY: and you sure dont seem like ur winnin so wheres all this good shit you got that you gotta go around handin out apologies for?

ROXY: also damn dude while were at it!!

ROXY: u forgot to actually say sorry in that apology!

JOHN: no, i didn’t — i just meant...

JOHN: i’m sorry for fucking up your life, or making it not—

ROXY: i like my life!!!

ROXY: i mean it aint perf and i got my share of fuckups n mistakes in there but you dont get to tell me its fucked up

ROXY: or that it isnt real or somethin

ROXY: its mine!

ROXY: i mean i felt... somethin i guess

ROXY: but its not just you

ROXY: youve never been the only player in this game u kno

ROXY: do u not remember who all was there when this all kicked off?

ROXY: me n callie wouldna told u u had a choice if it was all just some meaningless bs

ROXY: its not like i was ever some master seer of all that ever was or will be but i do know a lil bit abt what coulda gone down if things were different

ROXY: and u know what

ROXY: i like the way things turned out just fuckin fine

ROXY: so maybe u could stop wastin precious eternity thinkin ur so special that its ur fault everyones not perfectly happy

JOHN: i just kept wanting to find ways to make everything make sense, you know?

JOHN: but maybe it just fucking doesn’t.

ROXY: i know we became grownups in a world built specifically n cosmically for us

ROXY: so i get wanting to find a pattern in everything

ROXY: but not everything has 2 b that deep

ROXY: n when u think abt it

ROXY: lookin at it that way, like evrythin has to be this elaborately purposeful heroic design to be worthwhile

ROXY: is actually p shallow

JOHN: oh.

JOHN: yeah, i guess.

JOHN: i’m sorry. it’s just so hard to not feel like a total asshole.

JOHN: maybe i’m not some grand vizier of destroying time and space or whatever.

JOHN: but we KNOW that there’s a canon timeline out there.

JOHN: and it seems really obvious to me that we aren’t in it anymore.

ROXY: so what

JOHN: “so what”???

ROXY: yea

ROXY: so what

ROXY: tf do i care that theres some other reality out there some1 arbitrarily decided was the “real” one

ROXY: whats that have to do with the life i have now

ROXY: what is there actually that makes this one mean less than that one to the ppl who r actually in it

JOHN: you never feel like it would’ve been better if things had gone a different way?

JOHN: magic or no, i could have done a lot differently, for you especially.

JOHN: stuck around, or... fuck.

JOHN: stayed out of your way to begin with.

JOHN: let you and callie do your thing, or do whatever it was you seemed to be headed off to do.

JOHN: i just didn’t expect it to be me, after...

ROXY: nah dont say that

ROXY: i mean i accept ur apology this time but

ROXY: theres obvs all kinds of ways shit coulda gone

ROXY: and tbh back then

ROXY: with her...

ROXY: mostly i think i just wanted to do stuff right

ROXY: not that i knew wtf that even meant lmao

ROXY: which was prob the problem lmao lmao lmao

ROXY: just like

ROXY: we had this big fresh as hell start at bein people!

ROXY: i had all these conflictin thoughts abt how to be me in the first place

ROXY: like what it meant to date a beautiful skull alien

ROXY: sexualitywise and genderwise and person in generalwise

ROXY: for a while there i didnt know if i wanted ppl to think of me as a woman at all

JOHN: ah, i didn’t know.

JOHN: well, i guess maybe i wondered?

JOHN: but the way young idiot me would have wondered, so not that deeply.

JOHN: and it seemed like you’d forgotten all about it when we got together.

ROXY: i hadnt forgotten about it

JOHN: do you want to talk about it...?

ROXY: i coulda told you then but i kinda felt embarrassed abt flip floppin with my identity i think

ROXY: mean it isnt like i grew up with big airquotes society tellin me what was right n wrong like u did

ROXY: so it wasnt any kind of shamefest

ROXY: just a lot of abstract hypotheticals wed only just started talking about and never got very far into

ROXY: just idk i thought i might do things one way but then i stopped hangin out with callie as much

ROXY: its not like i stopped thinkin abt it

ROXY: or her

ROXY: but it never rly came up with anyone else and i didnt rly feel like i could talk abt it with you so i never brought it up again

JOHN: i’m really sorry you felt that way, roxy.

ROXY: its ok its not ur fault

JOHN: but you don’t regret it?

JOHN: not going for that stuff, and instead just... marrying me?

JOHN: i’m not asking so you can absolve me, i’m just impressed.

JOHN: how do you not second guess every choice you make?

ROXY: i havent stuck my head in the timeline vortex like u have so i dunno what its like to see other options

ROXY: i just do things the best way i think to do em and then shrug n hope it works out?

ROXY: i dont think i can regret anything

ROXY: theres not only one right way to be me imo

ROXY: i like the me i am

ROXY: its not like i went n decided “actually hell ya love to be a woman n do all the shit on the woman checklist”

ROXY: i get that thats prob what it looks like outside of my own self but i dont care abt that

ROXY: sorry lol im not good at this whole explainin what transpires in my brain thing

ROXY: idk this life ive been livin gave me harry anderson

ROXY: that kinda outweighs anything else just for me personally

ROXY: n its not like i ever totally quit thinkin abt that gender stuff

ROXY: i just found a different way to work it out than maybe i was originally gonna

ROXY: i...

ROXY: but lmao john were just adults

ROXY: were not dead!

ROXY: idk i mean were only what... barely middle aged in regular human years?

ROXY: we got all kinds of hypothetical but still prolly finite eternity to work our shit out

ROXY: who tf knows

ROXY: its not like you figure out who you are when youre 23 and then the rest of ur whole life is just sittin back watchin ur shit fall apart or not

ROXY: i mean maybe thats been it for u so far

JOHN: haha. ouch.

ROXY: i just dont think im anywhere near done buildin those roxy self actualization train stops

ROXY: who the fuck can say how many more i got lined up

ROXY: same goes for u

ROXY: if youre willing to look at this life as more than a cosmically pointless dead end failure that is

JOHN: i guess...

JOHN: there’s literally nothing to do but keep moving forward.

JOHN: i may as well not be a big fucking downer about it if i don’t have to be.

ROXY: thats the spirit

ROXY: weve got a million billion lifetimes ahead of us john

ROXY: u dont even KNOW all the ways u got left to fuck up in!!

ROXY: hows that for some inspiration??!

JOHN: it’s...

JOHN: it’s pretty fucking inspirational, roxy.

JOHN: thank you for trusting me with this personal stuff.

JOHN: i know partly you were telling me all that to kick my sadsack ass, but i know you don’t talk about this kind of thing every day.

ROXY: to be real i hadnt even let myself think abt it every day

ROXY: so thanks for lettin me ramble at u out loud instead of just almost thinkin abt it once every few years

JOHN: i guess sometimes it takes hearing the same shit over and over until it sticks.

JOHN: that’s mostly an own on myself by the way.

ROXY: lmao were just rippin off those bandaids left n right over here

ROXY: a coupla professional issue discussers

JOHN: yeah, i’m frankly baffled by how fucking good we are at this?

JOHN: where was this when we sucked so hard at being married?

ROXY: buried under a shocking number of issues is my guess

JOHN: well, it’s nice to throw a few off, for once.

ROXY: feel free to communicate with me instead of spendin the next 300 years in a silent prison of your own making if u so desire

JOHN: hey harry anderson.

JOHN: it’s really, really good to see you.

JOHN: do you wanna go for a drive?

HARRY ANDERSON: yeah, dad.

HARRY ANDERSON: that could be cool.