#this has been sitting in my drafts for a while whoops

[atalana]

so i've been doing a doctor who rewatch with my flatmate, which is giving me whole new avenues to think about doctor who meta from

and i wanna talk about this moment

the dalek emperor asks "so prove yourself, doctor. what are you, coward or killer?"

and i think the full context of his response goes a little underappreciated

because especially if you know a lot about doctor who, this line seems fairly obvious. still poignant as hell, but we know the doctor, and we know he's the man who'd always make that choice, it's built into his very mythology

except this is nine

and the choice he's being offered is whether or not to use a weapon that will kill every living thing in its radius - it'll wipe out the daleks, but the range of it also includes the entire earth. you can finally stop the war, but you have to sacrifice a planet you've come to call home, and all of its people, in order to do so. and you'd better act fast, because the daleks are waging war right now, people are already dying - if you don't do something, they're going to wipe out the human race anyway

logically, he should. logically, he has to.

but this is a doctor who is fresh of the heels of making that same choice! he already did it! not too long ago, with his own world in the balance, he proved himself killer, once and for all. what's one more planet, compared to all that? one more planet, to prove it wasn't all worthless? if you let them go now, you killed your own people for nothing

i don't think he knew, until he got his hands on that trigger, what choice he would make. he was certainly planning to be able to do it. and it's not like he stopped being a soldier after the war, when he met that one lone dalek he did everything in his power to kill it, to make the war finally over, to make it worth it. nine doesn't want to be a killer, but he knows that he is. and he's proven it many times this season

until right now. staring down his worst enemy, his worst nightmare, knowing that if he acts with mercy here he'll condemn the universe to destruction, he does it anyway. throws everything aside to give the devil itself the kindness neither of them deserve

this isn't just the moment he declared himself the man who never would. this is the moment he became the man who never would

and time lord regeneration's a funny thing. same man, new man. same memories, new personality, new goals, new ideals. and sure, some aspects of that are random, but there's still a chain of connection. each new incarnation becomes who they are in response to how the last one ended. the 50th enjoyed going into the differences between ten and eleven, how eleven ran away from everything that the doctor was before, played up the childish and the trickster and never fully looked at all the horrors in their past, because ten couldn't help but take responsibility. he considered responsibility the only moral option, but at the end was still so angry that this weight never stopped dragging him down, that he could never make the selfish decision. the world isn't fair and i don't want it to end like this, i see so much of that in eleven

and that defining moment of nine's that birthed ten, that's right here

the man who never would is a line stolen directly from the doctor's daughter. ten is the doctor who holds up genocide as the worst crime someone can commit, no matter the circumstances. ten who will let a dalek go just to avoid causing another. ten who won't touch a weapon of any kind unless absolutely necessary. who doesn't even want to be in the same room as a gun. it all comes down to this moment, with nine against the end of everything, in the final hours of his life

handed an identical choice to the one that changed his life forever and saying never again.

[hyuckiefluff]

drunk in you | mark lee

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers word count: 1.9k ish warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing, suggestive language, reader is down bad for mark (aren’t we all), implications of drunk sex summary: was Mark Lee’s new haircut really the drop that would tip the glass over and make you spill how you really feel about him?… Well, the haircut and also the alcohol. author's note: i’m backk!! srry for disappearing for *checks calendar* two months lol this has been sitting in my drafts since mark cut his hair aaand i wanted to post it for his bday so let’s pretend im not 3 days late! HAPPY BDAY MARKIEEE <33 it’s a bit short cuz i felt like i’d have to make a second part if i wanted to add smut to yknow fully get into it lol idk but consider this a little teaser and if it doesn’t flop I’ll post a second part :)

part 2

A sudden burst of bright light pierced through your closed eyelids, jolting you awake from the deep sleep you were in. As you gradually became aware of your surroundings, you couldn't ignore the soreness in your muscles and the strange stickiness between your legs. However, it was the foreign hand resting right on top of your ass that sent alarm bells ringing through your mind. Your eyes shot open, and regret instantly washed over you as a pulsating pain hammered at your head.

"What the fuck..." you groaned, attempting to focus your blurry vision and make sense of the situation. Upon looking around, you realized that you were in the guys' dorm, more specifically, in Mark's room...

Then it hit you like a ton of bricks.

If you were in Mark's room, then that hand... and the body it belonged to, had to be...

Oh my god, what happened last night?

8 hours earlier…

Drinking with your friends after a grueling week at uni wasn't anything out of the ordinary for you. In fact, it'd be weirder if you were cooped up at home worrying about midterm grades instead of laughing your head off at whatever Jeno just blurted out. First sign that you were drunk, the boy wasn’t even that funny. His neck and ears were flushed crimson, a clear sign that he, too, had indulged in one too many drinks. And there was Jisung, practically glued to Jeno's side, oozing a whole lot of gooey affection that he would vehemently deny once he sobered up. 

Renjun and Haechan were locked in a heated argument on the floor, their voices rising in the air over some trivial matter that would probably be forgotten by morning. Surprisingly, though, they seemed to be the least intoxicated among you. 

Meanwhile, Jaemin was frantically rummaging through the kitchen, his frustrated groans and curses echoing throughout the room. It was clear that his search for more alcohol was proving to be a fruitless endeavor.

Beside you, Chenle was on his phone, engrossed in a replay of the Warriors game. At first glance he doesn’t look drunk, but you knew better. If he were truly sober, he'd be shouting and cursing at his phone screen, venting his frustrations as his beloved team struggled to keep up. Instead, he was lazily sipping from his nearly empty cup while his glossed over eyes remained glued to the screen.

Mark Lee was the only one missing from the group. You sent him a few voice messages letting him know that if he didn’t arrive in the next 10 minutes you would eat his portion of the kimchi jiggae you’d ordered earlier. He responded within seconds with a funny GIF that showed a man running and tripping.

Mark stumbled through the door just a few minutes later. He was soaked from head to toe, his hoodie covering most of his head. He was panting and his shoes were muddy and wet, he got rid of them in the entrance and looked up, clearly out of breath.  But you were already stuffing your face with his food anyways. Whoops. 

Though as soon as he pulled down the hood a chunk of food went down the wrong pipe. You coughed uncontrollably, your chest heaving as you desperately tried to regain your breath.

"Dude!! Are you seriously eating my food?" he exclaimed.

But when he noticed your struggling state, his words trailed off, replaced by genuine worry. "Yo, are you good?" he asked, walking closer to you and patting you in the back.

You managed to nod weakly, staring up at him. 

"Why’re you so late? Oh, new haircut?" Haechan chimed in from the floor.

"Yeah... what's the verdict?" Mark asked, turning his head to the side to better show off the lines of his undercut, his gaze lingering on you. 

So many thoughts raced through your mind but you were unable to form a single word. Mark had had long hair for quite some time now, and it was you who had encouraged him to let it grow. You enjoyed styling it, braiding it, and adorning it with charms—Mark gave you the freedom to do whatever you pleased with his hair. You had grown fond of his long hair, especially after helping nurse it back to health from the damage caused by bleaching and dyeing. Yet now he was sporting short hair and an undercut with edgy designs on the side, and you couldn't help but openly ogle at him. 

He looked hot as fuck.

It’s true that you harbored feelings for Mark that went beyond friendship but you were always able to hide it well and it worked out better this way for both of you (or that’s what you liked to believe). Needless to say you liked him a lot and had for a while so the sight of his new look had sent your emotions spiraling. He showed up merely minutes ago and you already felt so weak at the knees and your brain was fuzzy even though you hadn’t drank that much yet.

"Don't like it," you muttered, hoping your words would deflect attention from the clear shift in your expression. Turning around, you sought refuge on the couch next to Chenle, placing the bowl of food aside. Your stomach was turning weirdly, making it impossible to swallow another bite.

You scolded yourself inwardly for being so dramatic. It was just a haircut. But, god, he looked so good.

In an attempt to calm yourself down, you chugged your cup with soju and let out a big groan after emptying it. The sound catching Chenle’s attention as he peered curiously from his phone. You offered him a closed-lip smile, prompting an intrigued eyebrow raise from him.

Mark was awkwardly standing on the same spot. He was a bit taken aback by your sudden coldness. He definitely picked up on your strange reaction the moment he walked through the door. But he brushed it off.

"Okaay… Well I was late 'cause I was getting the good stuff," Mark explained, his frown replaced by a grin as he pulled out a beer from the bags he was carrying.

"Let's goooo!" Jaemin yelled, returning from the kitchen right on cue as if he some sort of alcohol detector. He eagerly snatched the bags from Mark and made a kissy face to the boy.

The tension eased a bit with Jaemin's infectious enthusiasm, and you decided to not focus on whatever Mark was making you feel right now. The drinks were here, and the good times were about to roll. You made a mental note to sort out your feelings later.

~

Alcohol definitely did not make your situation better. The more you drank the harder it was to keep your thoughts at bay. Mark was now sitting on the single couch in front of you and every little expression or movement he made had you either biting your lip or pressing your thighs together.

Talking about thighs… the shorts he was wearing displayed his muscular legs in a way that was making it quite impossible for you to not devour them with your eyes. God, your brain had turned into that of a hormonal teenage boy. Were you seriously staring at his thighs and imagining how it would feel to ride them?

Haechan came over to you and filled your glass with more Soju. You downed it as soon as he was done pouring it, earning you a weird look from Chenle who had been eyeing you ever since Mark arrived. 

"Okay, what's with you?" Chenle mumbled, the words escaping his lips just loudly enough to capture everyone's attention. Considering you had the noisiest group of friends, all eyes turned your way, including Mark's.

Mark seemed to be getting tipsy; you could tell by the way his big, expressive eyes shimmered even more than usual and the faint blush that adorned his cheeks and neck.

"Hmm?" you managed to reply, your gaze still fixated somewhere on Mark's face. You were completely unaware of the intense amount of attention you were giving him, but Chenle, who was relatively more sober than both of you, picked up on it.

"You're literally looking at Mark like you want to eat him," Chenle chuckled, teasingly calling you out.

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Renjun asked, suddenly intrigued by the topic.

"I am?" you replied, sounding genuinely confused, though your heart raced with thoughts you were about to voice out loud. "Uhm… yeah I kinda do..."

An audible gasp followed, and you knew without looking that it came from Haechan.

Mark's expression remained unreadable, his half-lidded eyes locked on yours, revealing no discernible emotions. Was he weirded out? Normally, you might have felt self-conscious about blurting out something like that, but alcohol had significantly lowered your inhibitions.

"That's a wild thing to say," Haechan interjected with a mix of shock and amusement. "Do you actually wanna tap that?" He pointed at Mark, who was still gazing at you.

"Very much so," you replied nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather, even though you were openly talking about hooking up with your best friend in front of all your other best friends.

"Why don't you come here then?" Mark's words caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but notice the way he shifted, his legs spread invitingly.

You burst into laughter assuming he was only joking to tease you. However, the lack of a reaction from him made you realize he was dead serious. Your eyes locked on his own, reflecting the same desire you had been giving him just moments ago.

The idea of getting up and walking to him, straddling his lap, and kissing him flashed through your mind.

But the moment was interrupted by a voice that snapped both of you out of your trance. "Gross!" Jisung whined, hiding his face in Jeno's back, the older one lazily laughing and patting Jisung's thigh. "Okay, c'mon, I think we've all had enough to drink," he declared, getting up, with Jisung clinging to him. Chenle follow suit also giving you two a slightly disgusted stare.

"Yeah, one more drink for me, and I'm afraid the kimchi jiggae I had earlier might end up all over the carpet," Haechan chimed in, rubbing his stomach before disappearing upstairs.

Renjun also stood up and playfully messed up Mark's hair while saying, "By the way, happy birthday."

You glanced at the table clock and realized it was already 12:01. You had been so excited about Mark's birthday earlier in the day, but the alcohol and the tension between the two of you made you totally forget about it. Gathering your courage, you approached him. He remained sprawled with his legs out, but now he looked up at you, his lips slightly wet, distracting you momentarily.

"Happy birthday, silly," you smiled and awkwardly patted his head, hoping he didn't notice how you pressed your thighs together, trying to ease the uncomfortable ache between your legs.

"What did you get me?" he suddenly asked, and you blinked a few times, your brain struggling to register the extremely flirtatious tone he used.

When you didn't respond immediately, he continued, "Because I can think of one thing I want the most right now," lightly grazing your leg with his hand. You didn't flinch or move away.

"R-really? What is it?" you found yourself stuttering, a reaction that would have made you cringe if you were more sober.

"Come here, and I'll show you," he smirked and with little protest from you, he pulled you onto his lap.

a/n: i have a smut scene ready for this (well it’s in my brain but I’ll squeeze it out if u guys want that second part) soooo comment or simply like this so i know the audience wants it

also yes i did change the title of this but pls disregard that lol

© hyuckiefluff

part 2

[alchemistc]

an: I was cleaning out my drafts and ran into this nearly-finished piece of two disasters having their first kiss. Enjoy.

the way you feel when you kiss him for the first time like fire within your bones like your soul has returned to the water like every part of you that came from a dead star is alive again

Here’s the thing. So. Like.

He’s kissing Eddie Munson, tongue and everything, hands digging into his crazy fucking hair, face twisted sideways because they’d been sitting there next to each other, close enough that their hips were touching, and Eddie was gesturing with both hands thrown wide, so that every once in a while his hand smacked Steve’s chest on accident and he murmured a quick apology before going back to his story, and Steve fucking loved listening to him rant and rave about whatever he had a bug up his ass about on any given day, he loved it so much and it seemed like the thing to do when you loved something about someone so much it made your chest tight and your head a little fuzzy.

Steve twists his head and slots his tongue over Eddie’s lips and Eddie makes a noise that Steve feels down to his fucking toes and he nips, just a bit, swallows up Eddie’s gasp and curls his fingers around his neck and licks into his mouth.

First kisses are usually either tentative or chaotic, and this one is sloppy as all get out but it’s not – it’s good. It’s so fucking good Steve thinks he could happily fucking die right this second and he wouldn’t even be mad about it. Eddie’s teeth slide along Steve’s lower lip when he sucks said lower lip into his mouth and Steve hums and blows a breath out through his nose and fleetingly imagines their entire lives expanding out before them – tables that for another day when he’s done more than make out with Eddie in the woods behind his house.

Eddie pulls back, and Steve chases, a bit, blinks his eyes back open with a pout. “You. What. You?”

It’s – Steve’s done this whole song and dance with half the girls in his age group in Hawkins, rarely ever felt this buzzing under his skin. The desperate urge to claw his way into Eddie’s chest is burning him. That’s…not the usual reaction he gets when he kisses someone.

“What the hell, Harrington? What the fuck?”

And like… okay. So. He’s had crushes before. He’s been in fucking love before and he fucking knows what it feels like and he knows what it means when someone looks at you that way that Eddie looks at him and.

“Fuck, uh… Shit, sorry man. Yeah. Should have, uh…whoops?”

“Whoops?”

Eddie’s on his feet then, his limbs akimbo as he throws his arms out, gesturing vaguely in Steve’s direction, looking at Steve like he’s grown like, three extra heads. Which. Okay so maybe he could have done better at like, explaining what the fuck he was doing but Eddie was so fucking hot when he got really in the zone with some rant or other and Steve’s been like, waiting for him.

“You can’t just go around kissing people, man!”

“I thought you were gay!” Steve says, like that explains a damn fucking thing, and Eddie whirls on him, wild eyed, like Steve’s just shouted some tightly kept secret to the world and… yeah. Alright. Fair.

“I thought you were the straightest fucking dude in America, Steve, what the fuck?”

“Oh,” Steve says, because that, yeah. That tracks. Okay. So. Yeah, he can work with this. 

He runs a jittery hand through his air, glances up at Eddie through a few strands that cut loose from the hairspray. “Yeah uh, so I guess like, no? Chicks are like, great but then here you are being so fucking adorable I wanna like, put you in my fucking pocket to keep you safe and like, take you out on a date and, I don’t know, suck your cock or something. Which is.” 

He’s rambling now, doesn’t know what to do with his hands. 

“Okay so like I guess I didn’t really think about the ramifications of this before I fucking went for it but I have been thinking about your lips on my lips for way longer than I have been acknowledging to myself and you weren’t fucking doing anything about it and I just thought I could. Do something about it. So um…no. Not. Not straight.” 

Steve imagines, for a moment, Hawkins High jocks fading out of the shadows to beat the shit out of him, bible thumping mothers intent on letting him know his sins will destroy the country and land him straight in hell, his own father telling him he won’t have a fag for a son. Feels really fucking shitty about it for about thirty seconds and then remembers he’s saved the world at least four times and internally tells them all to go fuck themselves. 

“Hey, is there a word for that? Liking both? Do you – fuck, is there like, a handbook? Do you even know? Did – but then you’re – I mean I definitely for sure got the feeling you and Robin have more in common than just being really great at saving the world, also you for sure kissed me back and – holy shit Robin’s gonna be pissed you found out before she did.”

Eddie stares at him in abject horror for about thirty seconds, but it’s not – it’s not judgy, at least, it’s more like Steve looks at Robin when she word vomits. “Jesus H Christ did you just speed run gay panic?” Which – Robin has explained that before and if Eddie knows about it then he probably also is not…not gay.

“I don’t think I’m strictly gay!” Steve says, his voice a little higher than he’d like but Eddie is pacing now, which. Not conducive to more kissing, and it’s literally all Steve wants to be doing right now. “It might not even be dudes in general, I haven’t gotten any further than you!”

“What the fuck, Harrington?” And pacing be damned, Steve hops up and cages Eddie in again, leans forward for a kiss because he’s not, like, saying no, he’s just confused because he didn’t think Steve was into it and kissing will definitely help him figure it out. Only he rolls his head back, away from Steve’s, shoulders and neck rolling back. The rest of him stays, though, and Steve slots his hands on Eddie’s narrow waist and stares at him. 

“I’m like, super into you, Eddie, and unless I’m suddenly really fucking bad at reading signals you’re also into me.”

Eddie leans forward, rolls his forehead against Steve’s. It’s nice. Not as nice as the kissing had been but…yeah, he’s cool with this. Eddie huffs out a breath of laughter, a self-deprecating little chortle that Steve recognizes and wants to dash away. “I’ve been trying really hard not to throw those signals. Just. Just so you know.”

“You’re really bad at it,” Steve tells him, fingers digging a bit into his side now, his left hand sliding towards Eddie’s back, and he doesn’t really think about it when he exerts a bit of force to drag Eddie a little closer. “To be like, fully clear here. I’m not… I haven’t been misreading, correct?”

“Fuck,” Eddie says, those wide dark eyes holding Steve’s. “This is insane. People don’t just wake up one day and go ‘hey I’m actually totally attracted to my own gender and I have literally zero bad feelings about that’ – people kill themselves about it.”

“Nearly died enough times to know I don’t care for it,” Steve tells him, and he really, really wants to fucking kiss him again but probably Eddie needs a second. “Listen, do you like me or not, because if not I am seriously overstepping right now and I don’t actually want to make this weird.”

“This is so fucking weird, man,” Eddie says but then he’s curling his fingers into the end of Steve’s shirt and fisting it there before Steve has a chance to draw back and respect his boundaries, like he’s holding himself back from more but not quite ready to let go. Steve follows his lead. “Did Robin say something?”

“Robin has been literally zero help,” Steve admits, because she really has been fucking useless and cagey and completely unwilling to give him any idea if this whole thing is reciprocated or just a fully fucking unrequited crush. “I am actually pretty emotionally intelligent, so I figured…” God he’s giving Steve that look. Again. “Vibes were there.”

“Vibes.” Eddie says, like he wants to bash his brains in. “You… you just threw all caution to the wind on fucking vibes.”

“Vibes are a thing!”

Eddie curls the hand not already fisting in Steve’s shirt around his waist, his long fingers catching at the stripe of skin exposed by the pull of his shirt. Every thought in Steve’s head feels like it’s centered right there, where he can feel Eddie’s rings warm against his skin.

Steve is like, 97.3 percent certain at this point that he hasn’t just ruined a decently important friendship, and he really, really does want to return to that zenith of his tongue in Eddie’s mouth, so he rolls his head again, nosing at Eddie’s cheek, reaching for his jaw.

Eddie shoves him back – slowly, regretfully almost. 

“Give me a fucking second, Harrington.”

“Sure. Yeah.” 

Even as Eddie goes back to pacing Steve feels good about this. Eddie Munson is probably a lot more accepting of things than most of the assholes in Hawkins but he has yet to tell Steve to go fuck himself and he seems more…overwhelmed than anything else. Surprised. He had just admitted he thought Steve didn’t go for that thing. Had he thought about it, beyond a passing ‘Steve the Hair Harrington digs the ladies’?

Jesus. He’s so fucking embarrassing. Even in his own goddamn brain.

Eddie whirls on him, opens his mouth. Shuts it and takes a few pointed steps further away from Steve. Steve very much hates that, but – time. Space. He can manage that. He takes the opportunity to enjoy the pull of Eddie’s jeans over his ass. 

Holy shit, Steve thinks to himself as he ogles the other man, holy shit he’s so very much not straight and it’s taking every ounce of willpower to give Eddie his fucking second. 

“You’re a fucking psycho,” Eddie says, and it’s probably aimed at Steve even though he still hasn’t actually turned back to look at him again. “You fully understand that what you just did screams absolute lunatic, right?”

“The – which part, exactly?”

“Steve, what if I wasn’t gay?”

It’s – kind of a sad question, if he’s being honest, because he’s suspected he likes dudes for maybe two weeks, even if it’s been nagging at him for literal months now, but he’s been that shitty kid who called people queer like it was the dirtiest word in the book, and he’s well aware at this point how fucking scary it is for anyone who is the least bit not ‘normal’ by societies standards. Especially if it’s actually true.

“I mean, I assume you’d probably give me a lot of shit and I would spend a good month too mortified to look at you before you let me off the hook?” But that question gets a little closer to the heart of it, the one thing Steve’s still a little worried about. “But…you are?”

“How the fuck did you even know?”

“The vibes!” He wiggles his fingers at that, widens his eyes like that will help Eddie understand. “And, you know. The general feeling every time you look at me like you’re half a second from eating me alive.”

“I do not!” Eddie says, a little scandalized, a little like he’s been caught out. 

“You totally do. You have…very expressive eyes.” This is new. Just balls to the wall flaying honesty, right off the bat, no hiding behind a slick smile and a clever little wink. What even is flirting, Steve thinks. In for a penny, in for a pound. “I fully thought you were gonna bend me over a table at Gary’s party last weekend.”

“Jesus fuck,” Eddie says, only he’s still not denying it, and he’s turning those same round shining eyes on Steve and – yeah. That is not a platonic fucking look. “I’m gonna take, like, three steps towards you right now. Can you. Not fucking attack me when I get there?”

“Yeah. Sure. Totally.” Robin and Nancy once ganged up on him to tell him he was basically a golden retriever in human form, and he feels every inch one as Eddie takes long, measured steps towards him. If he had a tail he’d be wagging it so fucking hard his ass would be wiggling. 

“Full disclosure,” Eddie tells him at a step and a half in. “I was actually thinking about getting on my knees and sucking you off until your soul left your body, at Gary’s party, last weekend.” Steve bites his lip, doesn’t say a word, ignores the heat thrumming in his veins. “Don’t you dare kiss me right now, Harrington,” he says, and there’s an edge to his voice that is very fucking interesting and Steve would like to explore more.

“Yep. Hands and lips to myself. Gotcha.”

“I also had a massive panic attack about it like five minutes later because you’re the best person I know and I will be fully, absolutely destroyed if I lose you, so. Before I set myself adrift here, are you sure you have a single fucking clue what you’re getting yourself into?”

“See, that’s the thing!” Steve points, just as Eddie takes another step, so his finger ends up right in Eddie’s face and he’s eyeing it like he might just pop it into his mouth. In for a penny… “You got really mad at me when you thought I was avoiding you, and I very much, totally was because I have like, two age appropriate friends and figuring out one of them might be the love of my life threw me for a fucking loop.” Too soon, way too fucking soon, he was supposed to like, at least get Eddie in his bed before he admitted that. “So. I’ve already had that crisis and I know I lied and told you it was nothing but that’s. What that was.”

The look shifts. Eddie’s eyes were already wide, so his expression doesn’t change all that much, but his eyes get a little glassy and the dimple in his cheek twitches. 

“Whoops,” Steve repeats and Eddie gathers up the hand Steve still has between them, guiding the arm down towards Steve’s side, lacing their fingers up together as he gets close enough Steve can feel his breath on his cheek.

“You’re an actual lunatic,” Eddie tells him, but he’s leaning in close, now, curling a hand around Steve’s neck. “Whoops, he says,” and Eddie shakes his head fondly, close enough that the tip of his nose swipes across Steve’s with the movement. “How long?”

“We’re still not kissing, right?” Steve asks, just to clarify, and Eddie smiles, shakes his head. “Yep. Still good with that. Sure. How long what?”

“Don’t play dumb, princess.”

“I mean – are you asking about me? Are you asking about me knowing about you? Are you asking about attraction, or feelings, or…”

“Sure,” Eddie says, and Steve supposes he walked himself into that. He’s still – Steve could count individual lashes dashed across Eddie’s eyelids, he’s so close. 

“Yeah. Alright. Me? Been trying to sort it out for a while, I think, since Vecna. For sure? Two weeks ago, when you made me come watch your campaign finale, or whatever.” Eddie’s eyes gleam with interest, and Steve can see him searching for a specific moment, but it hadn’t been a specific moment, it had been an amalgamation of the last seven months of his life, and watching Eddie in his element, threading together a sweeping close to a tale he’s been working on for a full year, seeing the kids delighted faces, thinking about all the shit they’d been through and all the terrible things they’ve seen, it had all clicked into place. “You? I didn’t know, know. Just. Robin’s always saying there are signs, if you look for them. I hoped. I was looking for them.” 

Had to talk himself into and out of reading into signs multiple times, honestly. 

“I had some very confusing boners before I understood them, so I can’t really pinpoint that one, but a while,” and Eddie’s lips curl up, which is nice. It’s one of his favorite things to do, making Eddie smile like that. “The… I liked you from the start, is the thing, so there isn’t just a single moment but… you remember that night we got up on the roof of the van and got way too fucking high?”

“You couldn’t find the Big Dipper,” Eddie recalls fondly. 

“Yeah, well, you were right there next to me, being all freakishly smart about constellations and looking at me and when you told me about your mom I wanted to just – tear the whole fucking world apart for you. So.”

“So,” Eddie says, and his voice has gone whisper soft and his breath is fanning across Steve’s face and his eyes are big and brown and soft at the edges.

“We’re still doing the no kissing part, right?”

Eddie hums. Tilts his head to the side just a bit, and his nose stripes across Steve’s cheek. “I could probably be persuaded otherwise.”

It’s – he’s –

“If I admit the panic might be coming on now, will you change your mind?”

“Absolutely.”

“Cool. I’m very chill about this.”

“Steve,” he says, and his voice is so fucking soft, and his fingers are skittering up the side of Steve’s arm. 

“Freaking out a little bit. Don’t – you can stay here, though.”

“I’ll stay here as long as you need.”

“While we’re here, you could – I mean I know I said I clocked you pretty easily but if you wanted, I would definitely be okay hearing about – how. How that happened.”

Eddie’s eyes flit up, hold Steve’s. “You lying about anxiety to get me to tell you my dirty secrets?”

“I’m not that smart,” Steve tells him, and Eddie’s smile tilts up at the corners.

[joesanrio]

They’re here | R.R

Summary: Ever since Nova had the baby, they’ve only gotten a hand full of visits. But now the whole family gets to see the golden baby.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i {Roman Reigns} x Nova (OC) || Established relationship

Warnings: Uses real names, Baby cries, BabyDaddy!Joe, and that’s all bcs it’s just a big pound of Fluff.

Word count: 1047

Ratings: Fluff | 16+

A/N: I’ve been writing so much new stuff that I keep forgetting abt the two drafts, they'll come out eventually.

Part one: Want to see her? | Fluff

@bakugoumarianawrites (sorry for the wait)

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“What did you do to my baby?” I gasp when Joe walks in holding the baby with a small mohawk, “She thinks it’s nice, don’t you Lala! See.” He coos at her making her squeal. All I did was ask him to bathe her, not be a hairstylist. “Mommy!” She reaches out when Joe passes her to me as he goes back to the bathroom to get her lotion.

“You don’t have to lie baby… we both know you had no choice.” I whisper to her before smoothing her curly hair down as she leans her face onto my chest and continues to let out a random babble.

He comes back with her lotion, and I finish getting her dressed for the day. “We are matching, you look cuter though.” I smile as I admire her in her cute outfit that’s the same color scheme as mine.

We were going to a cookout with family and a couple of close friends at Jon and Trinity’s house, “Oh look at my princess!” Joe exclaims as he picks Nalani up from the bed. “Lala!” She points to herself as he nods amused at her little voice.

I leave the room to pack her bag with all her necessities and about three toys. “She has her stuff animal, right?” I shout from the other room down the hall, “No, It’s in the living room.” I heard him reply.

“Alright, everything is ready.” I say as I toss her bag onto my other shoulder and Joe comes down the hall holding the baby. When passing the living room, I stop to grab her plush hello kitty off the couch.

“Don’t be sassy with me Nalani, you know my joke was funny.” Joe chuckles as she looks unamused at her father. She squeals loudly when she sees me with the toy, I hand it to her, and she immediately hugs it while Joe sets the alarm.

[Jon and Trin’s House 3:45pm]

“Is that Lala!” Trinity exclaims when she opens the door revealing the music and chatter of family, before she scoots to the side so we can enter. “It’s been forever since we seen her!” Jon said coming around the corner fixing his hat, before giving us a hug. “Jayla has been asking when y’all would be here, all damn day.” Jon joked, making us laugh.

We all headed to the living room where some older members of the family were at. “Oh, I remember when you were a baby, now you have one of your own!” Joe’s great Aunt smiled as we greeted her, “She’s beautiful. Looks just like Nova.” She winked at me before sitting back down on the couch.

 “Isn’t she so big now!” Trinity said as Joe placed the car seat on the corner of the couch, “Bae! Look at her dimples.” Trin said pointing at Nalani’s cheek. “She is only 7 months old. Tell them you’re still small!” I coo at my baby as she immediately smiles, unbuckling her from the car seat.

Joe and Jon already having their own conversation as I pick her up, “Girl! Your body definitely snapped back huh?” Trinity had me spin for her. “You think so?” I smile as I follow her to the outside patio, “Girl yes, your waist is like whoop while you booty is like boom!” She creates sound effects with her mouth causing me to giggle at her silliness.

After greeting everyone, I was finally able to sit down. “Auntie Nova! I can watch Lala for you?” Jayla requests as she clasps her hands together, “I don’t want you babysitting! You should go have fun.” I smile, but Jayla pouts. “Please! Look- she totally wants to go with me.” She begs as Nalani almost falls out of my arms trying to get to Jayla, “Okay, but whenever you get tired bring her back to me.” I say as we pinkie promise, and I pass her the baby. “We are going to have so much fun!” Jayla smiles before heading back in the house.

“Here…”  Joe says coming up from behind me before sitting down in the empty chair on the side of me, he hands me my favorite drink. “You look gorgeous.” He whispers in my ear with a small smile making my heart flutter, “Thank you.” I kiss his cheek before he goes off engaging in a conversation with the rest of his cousins.

“Where’s the baby?” Trinity asks coming back from the kitchen with a glass of champagne, “With Jayla.” My head tilting towards the house. “Tamina and Mercedes drove together, so they should be here soon.” Trinity mentioned as she looked at the time on her phone. The rest of the girls nodding as we began to talk about random stuff, and how much we missed each other.

--- 8:13pm

“Mommy!” Nalani cried as I tried to calm her down, she was never a big fan of loud noise when she was trying to sleep, but neither was I. “Oh my baby, I know.” I coo at her as she cries along my chest while I bounce her in my arms gently, “What’s wrong?” Joe enters the room concerned as it’s been a while since we first entered.

His eyes quickly fell onto the baby, “Why she crying?” he asked as he grabbed her from my arms delicately. “She’s sleepy but it’s too loud.” I say while looking in her bag for her pacifier, though she seems to be calming down now that she’s in Joe’s arms.

He pats her back gently as he goes to sit down on the bed himself, “See, you’re okay.” He whispers to the now sniffling baby. “Oh, so not fair.” I whisper as I playfully glare at Joe, in return he sticks his tongue out at me before grabbing the pacifier I handed out to him. “Don’t be a hater because she’s a daddy’s girl.” He places the pacifier in her mouth, “Whatever.” I giggle before sitting beside them.

Not even 5 minutes later, she was knocked out on Joe’s chest before he laid her down in the make-shift pillow barrier I created so she doesn’t roll off the bed. “She’s just like you.” Joe whispered as he looked at Nalani with small hearts in his eyes.

Nalani’s Nickname: Lala

[svechnikovvv]

fighting major

pairing: auston matthews x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT, profanity

summary: seeing auston heated & get into a fight was something you never knew you needed

a/n: first smut 🫣 also, this takes place after aus got his fighting major against stamkos. this also isn’t proofread, so yeah

masterlist: here

i was sat in one of the suites, watching the game with steph. i glance down at my phone to check the message my mom sent me when steph starts hitting my arm.

“what is it?” i look up and see that auston is currently brawling it out with stamkos on the ice.

“holy shit. he’s never faught before” i place a hand over my mouth as i watch the two tussle for a minute before they’re separated. auston received a fighting major and is sent to the penalty box while stamkos skates off somewhere. i’m speechless because this is auston’s first nhl fight. sure, he got drafted years ago, but he’s never fought anyone.

“things must’ve been serious for him to drop the gloves.” steph jokes and i laugh with her, still focused on my boyfriend. seeing him angry out there kinda turned me on. i clench my legs together and continue to watch the game. once auston is back out on the ice, im back to cheering for him. i mentally chastise myself and focus my attention back onto my boyfriend.

before i know it, the game ends with a leafs win. steph and i embrace one another in a hug and head down to the tunnel to wait for tweedledee and tweedledumb. soon, mitch and majority of the guys come out.

"aus is in the locker room taking the game pretty rough," mitch says, walking over to steph and i and my brows furrow. they won so why is he beating himself up over it?

"is it just him?" mitch nods and i make my way to the locker room door that i had familiarized myself with. i open it and give the door three knocks.

"are you decent?" i hear a faint 'yeah' and then i walk further into the room. i see auston sitting in a cubby with his head hanging in his hands. he's shirtless, but has on a pair of shorts. i walk over and take a seat in the cubby beside his, gingerly placing a hand on his shoulder.

"aus, what's going on?" he finally looks up and his eyes meet mine and i can see the anger in them.

"i'm going to fucking kill him, y/n." i never thought auston would ever talk about someone this way, but apparently there's a first time for everything.

"who?"

"stamkos." whatever he said had to have started the brawl.

"what'd he say?" auston breaks eye contact and looks at the floor.

"he was calling you a cheap piece of ass and saying how you're no better than a slut." i'll admit, the words stung a bit. to be perceived in that way? it was awful. however, stamkos got his karma.

"i couldn't just stand there and let him say that shit. who the fuck does he think he is? you don't talk about other guys' girls. it's just not fucking right." i massage between his shoulder blades as he goes on his rant.

"aus, baby, it's over now. right? you guys whooped their asses and handed it to them. he got what he deserved." auston shakes his head

"y/n, it doesn't matter if we beat them. he shouldn't have talked about you like that. you may not care, but i sure as hell do.” i think if this were any other situation, i’d be making a big deal over it. but seeing how auston cared so much and how it made him mad was bringing that same warm feeling in my stomach back.

i place my free hand on his thigh and feel him stiffen slightly before relaxing.

“i appreciate the fact that you care, but i promise you it’s fine now.” he nods, but i can tell that it’s still bothering him. i get on my knees in front of him and his brows furrow as he looks down at me.

“what’re you doing?” i give him a straight face

“judging by the tent in your shorts, i think you know exactly what i’m doing.” he does a quick glance around

“what if someone walks in?” i shrug my shoulders, placing my other hand on his other thigh.

“don’t be so shy now, matthews. where’s that guy i saw out on the ice?” i see his pupils widen a little bit before he smirks.

“right here, baby” i smile back and move my hands upwards to the waistband of his shorts. he lifts up his hips enough for me to slide his shorts and underwear down and off his legs. when they’re discarded, i look back at auston to see his hardened dick. i lean forward and trail kisses down his torso, starting at his pecs and i make sure to tease him.

“don’t be a tease, y/n.” auston whines and soon, im at the base. i slowly lick a stripe up his cock and i stop once i reach the tip. i take my thumb and spread the precum around his tip. i then take the head of his cock into my mouth and i hallow my cheeks, breathing in through my nose. i hear auston let out a gasp when i take him in my mouth and it makes me let out a hum of satisfaction.

i lick at his slit, also making sure to get underneath his head. i swallow more of him, placing my hand on what i can’t fit in my mouth. i do this for a few minutes and when i pull away, a string of saliva hangs from my chin. i wipe it away with my hand, looking at auston.

“why’d you stop?” auston then laces his hands through my hair at the nape of my neck and pulls my mouth back to his cock. he then starts to fuck my mouth. i look up at him through my lashes and see that his head is thrown back and his eyes are screwed shut, mouth agape as panting leaves his mouth.

“almost there, y/n.” he continues to thrust his hips harder before he stills and i feel his warm cum shoot into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. after he came down from his high, he pulls himself out of my mouth.

“swallow,” he says and i do as told, then opening my mouth and showing him. he places a hand on my cheek and pulls me in for a kiss. i feel him hum into it before he pulls back.

“good girl. now stand up” i get up and he pulls me to him by my hips. “take your pants off” when did this become him bossing me around?

i take my pants off and set them with his. auston stands up and makes me sit in the cubby. he gets down on his knees and angles his dick at my entrance. i feel him rub himself up and down my folds. without a warning, he slowly slides himself in, stretching me out with his girth. i can feel him touch my cervix and i’m already clenching around him.

“tight already baby? i just got inside” he pulls his dick back and pushes himself back in slowly like when he entered me. he continues this rhythm for a while. he then takes his thumb and applies pressure to my clit, rubbing it softly. i throw my head back and i feel like i’m on cloud 9.

“oh my god, aus. feels so good”

“yeah?” i nod my head

“use your words, baby”

“yes. god, yes.” i hear him let out a deep chuckle and his pace quickens just slightly. i could feel the coil in my stomach coming and i knew that i was close to cumming.

“don’t cum yet, pretty girl. wait for me” i hum and i don’t let go just yet.

“okay, let go.” auston says and i feel him release inside me as i also cum. my eyes are still closed as i’m still coming down from my high when i feel auston roughly slide himself back in. it takes me aback and i let out a loud gasp.

“auston, oh my god.” a couple moans slide out of my mouth. he pulls his dick out and rams it back in.

“lift your hips for me baby” i do as told and auston continues to pound me, the newfound angle feeling amazing.

“you take me so well, pretty girl. you’re doing amazing” he places his thumb back on my clit and if i were to die right now, i’d die a happy woman.

“just like that. so good.” i’m sure that if someone were to walk by, they’d definitely hear the skin to skin contact.

“i’m close aus”

“not yet princess, wait it out.” i start to whine and get impatient. i’m seconds from saying fuck it and cumming anyways.

“aus, please”

“i know baby, i know. ‘m almost there” he continues to roughly pound into me, no doubt bruising my hip with his hard grip on it.

“okay, cum for me” those four words were all i needed to hear as i let myself go for a second time. i feel my legs shaking and i can also hear auston panting. he pulls out of me and the familiar warmth from him is gone, but only temporarily. he then picks me up and sits back down in the cubby. he places me on his lap.

“ride me” i sit up long enough to grab his cock from underneath me and place him at my entrance. once i feel his head, i sink down onto him, eliciting a moan from him.

“now rock your hips.” he places both hands on either of my hips and i move forward and backwards. i start to grind on him and i pick up my pace a little and both of us are breathing heavy and no doubt sweating. he was hitting every sweet spot and it felt like pure euphoria.

this time, i don’t wait for his permission, i cum anyways. but he continues to move my hips forward and backwards as he rides out his high, making me cum again. that’s what, four times already?

once he’s finished and i am, we sit like that for a while, just panting and basking in each other’s embrace. he tilts my chin up and gives me a passionate kiss.

“i love you,” he then pulls me up and tells me to stay where i am. he grabs his underwear and shorts and slips them back on. he looks around and finds a clean rag that they must’ve had as an extra and cleans me up.

“i love you most, auston” once he was finished, i put my pants and panties back on, and stand up. however, my legs felt weak and i was a bit wobbly.

“that good?” i look over at auston and he’s smirking

“you made me cum enough times to have a hatty, so i’d say yes.” he laughs and throws an arm around my shoulders.

“fix your hair babe, or else they’ll know that we just christened this locker room.”

tags: @jhughesl0v3r @marsmcgroarty + that anon who asked for it 🙏

a/n: posting this to satisfy you guys

[iwaizumis-bitch]

boss!osamu headcanons

pairing; boss!osamu x female!worker reader

content warnings; this is japan mf so right hand driving, osamu is a bit of a reckless driver (oops), brief workplace harrassment, osamu is in his late 20’s, reader in her early 20’s, no smut but this is a nsfw blog so MDNI, osamu uses kansai dialect bc i said so (and he’s from hyōgo), it keeps changing pov whoops, i hope this is good!!!!!!!!

word count; 1,390

authors notes; oops this has been in my drafts for a while, MIGHT make a part two if enough people like this. reblogs are very appreciated <3

boss!osamu who looks to be in his late twenties, always greets you with a warm, tight lipped smile when you enter the kitchen through the back door on a weekday morning.

boss!osamu who wears solely fitted black tee’s, showing off his broad chest and muscular arms as he wraps the onigiris, his tongue poking out between his lips in concentration.

boss!osamu who rests his hands on his lower back as he leans back, stretching his back as a strangled groan leaves his lips at the relief which floods through his veins.

boss!osamu who wears black sweaters in the winter, but rolls his sleeves up to his elbows ten minutes into folding the nori over the rice triangles, exposing his defined forearms to all wandering eyes.

boss!osamu who has two silver cuffs around his upper helix, making sure they never get caught when he pulls his cap on his head. they glimmer in the light during autumn afternoons when the restaurant isn’t as busy and he’s able to sit at the register.

boss!osamu who tells you to just call him osamu one late shift a few months after you started working, as if you’d ever have to nerve to call him by his first name.

boss!osamu who watches you on with a fond grin on his face, admiring how you flitted around the kitchen to prepare the customer’s order which you’d just taken.

boss!osamu who saunters out front when he hears a loud voice complaining to speak to the owner, only to find you with an embarrassed look on your face and tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to explain why the coupon wasn’t valid to the angry man.

boss!osamu who calmly steps beside you, placing a reassuring hand on your waist as he tells you to ‘step back into the staffroom, i’ll deal with this’, in a low murmur, watching as you scurry off.

boss!osamu who comes and joins you a few minutes later, apologising that you had to deal with that, offering you a pack of tissues from his apron pocket to wipe away your tears and sniffles.

boss!osamu who tries to comfort you, failing awkwardly as he comes to the realization of how fucking pretty you look with rosy red cheeks and tears spilling from your lash line.

boss!osamu who tells you he'll give you a ride home, immediately shutting you down when you mention that you could just walk the 20 minute trek, telling you, ''my ma' taught me better than to let a pretty lady walk alone at night''.

boss!osamu who leaves one of his trusted senior chefs with the task of shutting down the kitchen, ushering you out back to the employee's parking lot, letting you step out first as his eyes flicker down to your ass, adorned by tight black denim jeans.

boss!osamu who pulls his car keys out of his pocket, unlocking the rolls-royce cullinan black badge in the corner of the carpark.

boss!osamu who opens the passenger door for you like it’s not a car worth at least 800,000 dollars, allowing you to sit on the cushiony leather seat with your small backpack on your lap.

boss!osamu who steps into the drivers side on the right, pulling his cap off of his head and throwing it somewhere at the back. he throws you a comforting grin as he starts the car up, pulling his seatbelt on and asking you ‘where‘ya located?’, in his thick country accent.

boss!osamu who doesn’t notice that you’re too flustered to answer, rather staring at his side profile as he reaches his arm behind your seat to get a view behind him. he reverses out of the parking spot, using the palm of his right hand to spin the wheel around, neck craning at an obscene angle as the car straightens up.

boss!osamu who chuckles at your hurried ‘huh?’, as you snap back into attention, thighs now squeezed together. he repeats himself, this time making eye contact with you.

‘um, it’s the apartment complex just behind the old skatepark, if you know where that is’, you say, turning to face forward as soon as the words leave your mouth.

osamu only nods in response, pulling his car out of the small car park and into the direction of your apartment.

you fiddle with your nails as a soft song you recognise as softcore by the neighbourhood plays in the background.

'i'm sorry 'bout the dickhead back there', osamu utters apologetically, his thick kansai accent slipping out.

'it's alright', you mutter, eyes flitting up to meet his for a second in the dashboard as you swallow nervously.

you can tell osamu wants to jab further, but he only bites his tongue and breathes out sharply.

your head feels dizzy as you continue to subtly check him out. the scent of his rich cologne is so strong against your tastebuds, and you can see the prominent vein on his jugular where he'd undoubtedly spritzed the opulent spray earlier in the day.

you couldn't wait to get home and gossip to your roommate about how unbelievably hot he was. at the thought of her, you quickly remembered how she must have been waiting for you outside of onigiri miya.

'shit', you muttered under your breath, quickly grabbing your phone from the front of the messenger bag and opening your text messages with her.

osamu raised a brow at your foul language, letting it slide when he sees the panicked look on your face.

'you alright?', he asks, eyes gazing to his left for a few moments to watch you desperately tap at your phone.

'yeah', you mumble out, furiously typing a frantic apology message to your friend. ‘just forget to tell my ride she doesn’t have to pick me up’.

osamu let’s out a short ‘ah’ in acknowledgement, but he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from you.

he’s never seen you your hair down, you obviously have to have it up for sanitary reasons in the kitchen but god, how he wanted to reach over and tuck it behind your ear just to see your flustered reaction.

the song on the radio switches to clocks by coldplay as he rounds the corner to your apartment building, tapping his fingers against the wheel to the catchy melody.

a small wave of disappointment washes over him as your apartment block comes into view, realising his alone time with you is almost. the metaphorical hourglass in his mind is almost full of sand at the bottom, and he wants to do something about it.

‘thank you for the ride home, boss’, you thank him, unclipping your seatbelt. ‘i really appreciate it’, you smile, at him briefly, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

‘could i get ya number?’

the words leave osamu’s mouth before he can fathom what he’s actually asking you for.

you pause your movements, heart bouncing around your chest as you turn to face him.

‘just in case, yanno? can’t have my best employee in any trouble’, he musters up as an excuse, face feeling hot. for gods sake, he was 28 and felt like he was 16 asking a girl out for the first time again.

‘yeah, sure’, you say, voice shaky as he hands you his phone. you quickly type in your phone number, leaving the contact name up to him.

he smiles gratefully as you hand it back, saving the number and tucking it back into his pocket.

‘so i’ll see ya tomorrow?’, he confirms, turning the dial on the radio down.

you open the car door, swinging your legs out of the vehicle as your turn back. ‘definitely. thanks again for the ride, boss’, you duck your head bashfully, stepping out of the car and giving him a small wave.

he waves back, driving off slowly as you step into the small foyer of your apartment entrance.

he doesn’t drive far, only pulling over down the side of the street, pulling his phone back out. the digits of your phone number burn through his corneas as he types out a quick message, adam’s apple bobbing.

‘you can call me osamu. boss is too formal. goodnight x’.

if only he could hear the small squeal of excitement you’d let out, standing in the elevator of the apartment block down the street.

[riotwritesthings]

Come on, Baby, Won't You Give Me Some?

WinterIron - M, 700 - Fluff, Humor, post-confession, post-coital, afterglow, aftermath

After the confessions and the getting together, Tony and Bucky revisit an old conversation. Namely, ‘clothes everywhere, everyone’s sweaty and sore and covered in bite marks.’

This has been sitting in my drafts forever and idk I'm just on a finishing things kick. plz enjoy.

Sequel to I Want Love in the Aftermath

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With a final groan, Tony lets himself collapse down on top of Bucky. Their sweat-slicked skin slides together in a way that would no-doubt have Tony’s cock trying to fill again if he were just a couple of years younger, but as it is all of his muscles feel like pulled taffy and Tony isn’t even sure he can move at the moment.

“Holy fuck,” he sighs into the warm skin of Bucky’s throat, more than a little stunned at just how unbelievable that had been. Tony is no stranger to crazy amazing sex, but holy fuck.

Bucky lets out a hum of agreement, his hands moving over Tony’s back. After a second he adds “I think your elbow is digging into my spleen.”

“You’re tough, you’ll live without your spleen,” Tony says and doesn’t even pretend to consider moving. His thighs are starting to ache and protest being spread wide on either side of Bucky’s hips, but that’s not going to move him either.

“Heartless,” Bucky says with a heavy sigh that has his chest rising and falling, and Tony along with it.

“That’s not what you said earlier,” Tony points out, a wide smile taking over his face. He lifts his head just enough to point his grin up at Bucky as he teases, “You said that I have a giant heart.”

“I don’t remember that,” Bucky says with a sniff, and he’s doing a terrible job of fighting down the smile growing on his face.

“Yup,” Tony says, popping his lips on the last letter, but his teasing tone is ruined by the fond warmth that fills his voice as he continues, “In fact, you said you love my giant heart, you just can’t stay away.” He waits while Bucky makes a couple of thoughtful noises, like he hadn’t said those exact words an hour ago, and then Tony adds, ”Also, my ass. I very distinctly remember you saying that you love my ass.”

“I sure do,” Bucky acknowledges with a huff of laughter, and then rolls over onto his side without warning.

Tony makes a sound caught somewhere between a squawk and a groan as he’s dumped onto the mattress, Bucky’s cock finally slipping out of him in the process. Once he stops bouncing slightly, he doesn’t hesitate to throw an arm over Bucky and snuggle in closer with a lazy sigh.

When he catches sight of his arm, though, Tony’s eyes widen. He lifts his head again so he can start taking inventory of the clear teeth marks that litter his skin, along his arm and all across his chest. There are hickies down his stomach, covering his thighs, and Tony laughs abruptly as a memory comes back to him.

“What?” Bucky asks, eyebrow raised and lips twitching like he’s trying to decide if he should be offended or laugh along.

“You weren’t kidding about the bite marks,” Tony says with a wiggle of his eyebrows, “‘the aftermath’ indeed.”

Bucky’s eyebrows pull together adorably in confusion before he clearly remembers the same conversation that Tony did. The one from several months ago, when they each walked into the kitchen only to be ambushed by most of the team demanding to know their preferred term for afterglow.

Tony doesn’t remember most of the conversation, but he definitely remembers Bucky’s answer. It had haunted him and he’s feeling pretty pleased that he finally got to experience it firsthand, especially when a smug grin starts to spread across Bucky’s face.

“Whoops,” Bucky says, dry and not at all apologetic, and Tony laughs as he sidles in a little closer.

Bucky pulls him in with a low, happy sound, brushing the hair away from Tony’s forehead before placing a kiss in the same spot. They lapse into a comfortable silence, tangled together and running their hands lazily over every inch of skin that they can reach. Tony makes a soft noise of complaint when Bucky pulls back just enough to look down at him, but reluctantly squints his eyes open.

”I never asked,“ Bucky says, like he can’t believe it’s just occurring to him, ”what was your answer to that question?“

Tony actually has to think for a second before he remembers, and then he feels a heated smirk spread across his face.

“Foreplay,” he says, and isn’t surprised at all when Bucky yanks him into another kiss.

[pumpkin-stars]

Warmin’ Up

Joel Miller/AFAB!Reader. Smut.

Joel takes a bath in a stream while you watch, then he needs warming up.

This has been in my drafts for so long (mid-December whoops) and I finally looked it over again and managed to finish it! (thanks to @honestly-shite​ for making this post ages ago that I obviously saved in the doc at some point bc that prompted me to finish it mwah 💕💕) (and also more thanks to Maia for drawing joel in a stream way back when I first yelled about the idea)

I watched a walkthrough of TLOU1 last year (just before I wrote most of this) so anything that’s not quite in character is my bad oops, I tried.

Warnings/Content: Joel is naked from the get go, lack of shampoo, grey hair appreciation, swearing, teasing, fucking on the forest floor, praise, vaginal fingering, p-in-v, tiddy sucking, his hand over your mouth, temperature play (if you squint), reader is called darlin’ a lot

Word Count: 2.8k

Masterlist

🚨😡 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 😡🚨 

The sun warms his skin as he steps into the stream, clothes folded neatly on the bank, still within reach - his gun on top for easy access just in case someone unexpected shows up and disturbs him. The water’s cold, biting, even with the warmth of midsummer in the air, his skin prickles with goosebumps as soon as his feet are submerged, the hairs on the back of his neck sticking up the way they do when he senses nearby danger, hunter and prey - like all humans have been reduced to these days.

There’s no danger now, though. Unless the fish suddenly decide to nibble his skin.

His nose scrunches as he wades in, a quiet grunt escaping him as his fingertips graze the water, one hand out to keep his balance as he steps over slick rocks, the other cradling his cock and balls against a direct onslaught of chill. He goes up to his belly button, barely able to see his feet - the water’s mostly clear, the rocks beneath darkening the depths, the surface marred by rushing white ripples leftover from the waterfall a short swim upstream.

The trees surrounding this part of the river offer seclusion, the old bridge downstream is impassable, overgrown with moss and weighed down by a fallen tree that makes this the only viable place for a bath: no metal contaminants, a strong but not too powerful current, plenty of places to duck and hide if an animal (or a hunter) comes along.

Not you, though. He won’t hide from you.

“You forgot the soap.” You smirk at him from the bank, lobbing the bar at his head, testing his reflexes as he catches it one-handed with a smile.

“Y’ever stop and think it was on purpose?” He drawls, “Drawing you out for some time alone?”

You shrug and sit on the rock beside his clothes, legs dangling down over the side, feet just above the water. “And what if I’d sent Ellie?”

“She wouldn’t’ve come out here just for soap.” He grins, “Knew I could count on you, though.”

You laugh, leaning back, head tilted away from him, grass in the sky and clouds on the ground as you relax as much as is possible, keeping an eye out for movement through half-closed eyes, listening to Joel as he moves through the water for a minute or two, squeaking indignantly as he splashes you. You sit up to glare at him, the world righted as he smiles at you.

You make no attempt to hide the way your eyes rake over him, watching as he ducks beneath the surface to wet his hair, coming back up like some scarred and dangerous sea-god, the water running over his face, beading in his eyelashes and funnelling off his bearded chin, catching the light and making the greys in his hair stand out all the more against the dark brown tresses.

He reaches up, lathering the soap, chucking the bar back to you as he raises his arms to wash his hair, remiss to use it there, but your supplies of shampoo had run down, left you with bar-soap and nothing else. The nearest store (ten miles east) had run out of almost everything, just four bars left that hadn’t been raided by others… some people are still picky even twenty years after the start of the end. He hates the smell, and so do you - some synthetically sweet, supposedly-strawberry concoction. Throwing it back to you avoids it being washed away downstream, as much as he’d rather not have to use it again. Still, it’s better than blood and sweat.

Nothing beats feeling clean these days, and while you long for daily hot showers, a quick dip in a stream every few weeks is the best you can hope for when you’re on the road. In the woods.

He ducks below the surface again, taking a little time to rub at his scalp, removing all the soap and grime before he emerges, facing downstream. He cups the water, splashing it up to rinse anything he’d missed from his face, giving you the perfect view of water running down his back, over those broad shoulders, tracing patterns over the natural grooves of his form, and chasing each other down, back to their rapid-running home… over the divots at the small of his back, down over the cleft of his ass that just peeks out over the water.

He turns around, and a smile grows on your face as the water drips over his chest. The strength he has is obvious, even with the softness he carries. Greys litter his chest, a light dusting over his sternum, the curls plastered against his skin by the water, nipples pebbled from the temperature. You wet your lips as water travels over his tummy, snakes around and over the scar tissue - new and old, and continues into the depths, some drops getting caught in the hairs below his belly button, but what you want to see most stays hidden in the small waves and ripples caused by backsplash from his presence.

He laughs, hands on his hips, and your eyes snap up to his face.

“Gotcha,” he smirks.

“As if you wouldn’t look if we swapped places.” You scoff, brushing off the heat that curls up your neck and into your cheeks, throwing the soap back as he gestures for it.

“Course not,” he rubs the bar directly on his skin now, over his chest and under each arm, “But I wouldn’t be embarrassed about it.”

“No?” You smirk as he balances, washing his feet before straightening again, “Your cheeks are looking a little pink there, Miller.”

“It’s cold.” He excuses, and turns his attention from you, focusing on cleaning his dick properly as you examine the spreading silver on his scalp.

The soap flies through the air again, landing beside you with a well-aimed splat, and he walks slowly back to the bank, grinning at you all the while as your eyes are drawn to every inch of skin that gets exposed, watching the rivulets navigate his thick thighs and muscled calves.

He likes the air on his skin, takes a moment to feel the grass between his toes and stretch all the tense muscles, his back protesting from age and carrying several guns and half your supplies around all the time. The water keeps him cold, the slight breeze chilling him further as the sun tries its best to warm him up, its efforts paling in comparison to the heat in your gaze.

“Forgot a towel too.” He tells you as he walks to your side, “You didn’t-?”

“Fuck, no, sorry.” You frown, looking around you, even though you know there’s not one there.

“S’alright.” He smiles, “Have to get dry another way, hm?”

You nod, eagerly anticipating as he leans down towards you, tilting your head just-so as his face nears yours… pouting when he continues past you to grab his clothes.

His chest rumbles as he laughs, kissing your cheek before stepping back, stopping where the trees are a little thinner, where the ground is mostly flat enough for two. “You gonna help get me dry or what?”

“Sweetie you gotta get wetter first,” you grin, scrambling from your place on the rock, t-shirt halfway up your torso by the time you stop in front of him. He gives you enough time to peel it off the rest of the way before he kisses you, holding you with a cold hand, fingers starting to prune, against your bare waist.

You break from him first, “I’m not lying on the ground.”

His eyebrows quirk up.

“Not naked.” You amend, grabbing the shirt from his hands and kneeling to lay it out quickly on the grass, feeling for any rocks or roots beneath it.

No use ruining a good fuck with a damaged spine.

You look back at him over your shoulder, eyebrows raising when you catch him looking at your ass.

“Get naked, darlin’. I need warmin’ up.” He smiles, setting his clothes within reach, gun on top just in case.

You grin, throwing a little twig at him as you turn over, sitting on his shirt as you contort, pushing your jeans down your legs, cursing at your own enthusiasm when they get caught on the top of your boots.

He waits, teeth gnawing his lip, watching as the pile of clothes beside you gets bigger, your nipples turning to stiff peaks against the cool air.

“You’re somethin’ else.” He drawls, one hand on his hip as the other brushes his bottom lip, looking down at you hungrily as you pull your underwear off, flinging it at him with a smirk.

He catches it, his smirk only growing when he feels the little wet patch you’ve left on them, “Well, look at this. I’m not the only one who got wet today.”

“Can you blame me?” You shift, leaning back on your elbows and spreading your legs for him, “I had a wonderful view.”

“And now so do I.” He almost growls and kneels quickly between your legs, half-hard as he guides you to lie flat, a large hand skimming your side as droplets break free from his beard and sprinkle your skin.

The cold water doesn’t bother you for long, Joel’s body looms over yours, and while it’s meant to be your role to warm him up, he’s doing a damn good job of getting you all hot and bothered.

“You really gonna let me fuck you out here in the forest, huh?” He grins.

“You can fuck me wherever you want to.”

He likes that, ducking his head to kiss you as his fingers trail over your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake, down and down, over that crop of curls, investigating your wetness.

“Fuck, you’re so good to me.” He breathes into your mouth, using your slick to coat his fingers before he presses one inside.

“Joel-“

“Shh, darlin’, can’t make too much noise in case o’hunters.” He smiles.

You know as well as he does that you’ve cleared the area, that the only people around are Ellie, safe and sound in a little cabin upriver, and a couple of disarmed corpses who’ll only disturb you if the infection suddenly helps them stand back up (in which case everyone still walking is well and truly fucked).

Still, you’re willing to try and stay quiet if he wants you to.

Your hands trail his torso and back, using the opportunity to feel as much as you can, checking for stiffness and hidden aches he won’t tell you about. You’ll need to work his shoulders once you get where you’re going, help him release all the tension he holds there, smooth out the knots as best you can.

He presses deeper, curling the finger up to brush your spot, and you abandon your exploration of him, eyes rolling back, sensitive from so many days untouched.

He grins as you gasp, tilts his head to kiss across your jaw and down your throat, sucking a mark into your neck as he adds a second finger, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm, scissoring them to open you up for him.

“Joel…”

“I gotcha,” he smiles, “So wet already, darlin’… all because’a me?”

“Mhmm,” you nod, clenching around his fingers.

He adds a third, his thumb swiping over your clit, “gonna make you cum ‘fore I fuck you.”

“Get to it then,” you grin, gasping moments later as he withdraws, “Joel?”

“If you’re gonna be like that, I ain’t gonna do anythin’.”

“Please?” You wiggle your hips a little, enticing him back, “I’m sorry, I won’t talk back, you’re in control.”

“That’s right, darlin’.” He nods, “I am in control.”

Your eyes roll back as he slips two fingers in again, pumping them a few times before the third rejoins.

“Oh, Joel!”

“Shhh,” he whispers, “What’d I tell ya?”

“Sorry,” you match his volume, “So good…”

He grins, leaning down to kiss over your chest as his thumb rubs your clit once more, his teeth grazing lightly over your flesh before he sucks a nipple between his lips, eyes on yours.

He’s so good… it‘s so much… Those three fingers so thick inside you, meticulously providing pleasure with the same skill he handles a gun, trigger finger curling and applying just the right amount of pressure for the best results… The scratch of his beard on your skin, the drops of water that run from his body to yours, their temperature warmed between you as you fight off the cold together. 

He swaps nipples, leaving a trail of kisses between, flicking over it with his tongue rather than sucking it into the heat of his mouth, his warm tongue contrasting with the cool air. Your cunt clenches hard, hips bucking up into his hand as he strokes over your spot, and laughs warmly around your nipple.

You cling to his shoulders, leaving little half-moon imprints in his skin as the pressure builds, his fingers working you up and up, higher and higher. Your lips part in a silent cry, breath stuck in your throat as you cum hard, Joel smiling against your chest as you lock up tight and turn to jelly moments later.

“So good,” He repeats your words, keeping his fingers inside you as you come down, catching your breath, “So tight when you clamp down.”

You smile at him, a little dazed from the pleasure, moaning quietly as he pulls out of you, resituates himself, hard cock warm, ruddy, and throbbing against your slit.

“Ready for it, darlin?”

“Always,” you breathe, pulling his lips to yours, coaxing him closer, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him inside.

He goes easy, the familiar path, sliding home in one motion until his hips meet yours, grunting as you gasp, both grateful for this moment of relative calm - relative safety - and the privacy of your surroundings.

“So fuckin’ wet.”

“All for you, Joel,” you smile, “So hot.”

He smirks, “Yeah I am,” and ducks to kiss you again, starting a steady pace, too slow to make anything build except your impatience.

“Joel-!”

“I got you, pretty thing,” he grins, speeding up slowly, making sure to angle his hips just right.

His hands roam over you, rhythm never faltering, fingers drawing patterns in the water that clings to your skin, tracing JOEL through the droplets on your stomach. It tickles, and you squirm beneath him, until he thrusts harder, setting his forearms either side of your head, his face hovering above yours, broad shoulders blocking your view of the trees around you.

“You gonna let me have my way with your pretty pussy?” He wonders, “Let me fill y’up so ridin Callus makes ya squirm?”

“R-riding with you always makes me squirm.” You point out, breaking out into a loud moan moments later.

He grins, adjusting his weight again, moving to cover your mouth with his hand, “What’d I tell you about keepin hush?”

“Mmmf!” You whimper beneath his palm, clenching hard around his cock.

He laughs, speeding up yet again, knocking your breath from you, “Touch your clit, darlin… Wanna feel you cum around me.”

Your hand moves down, doing as he asks, more noises muffled as his own grunts and gasps are free to permeate around you. You can’t help glaring when he kisses the back of his hand, teasing you yet again as he denies you kisses just because you moaned. His smirk is insufferable, and you know, next time, you’ll get your own back somehow… whenever and however that may be.

“Fuck, darlin…” Joel grunts, “Takin me so well…”

He’s been riling you up for days, even when you haven’t been pressed close on the horse he’s found every excuse to touch you. A hand on your back as he moves past you, his thigh brushing your leg as you eat in whatever shelter you’ve been able to find, his touches lingering as you switch over night watch duty, waking you with a breath in your ear and a hand on your hip.

The only solace you’ve had from it is knowing he’s just as desperate for a fuck as you are. Proven by the way he pounds into you now, both of you desperate to claim a release, a moment of relief from everything in the world.

Your thighs shake, and Joel’s hand over your mouth tightens a little, knowing your close, that you’ll need his grip to hide your cries of pleasure from the birds twittering overhead.

“Mm-!” you whine, “Mmm-!”

“Come on, darlin, that’s it, cum for me, go on, yes… yes, that’s it, that’s it-!” His words are cut off as you orgasm, choking his cock as you clench hard, pussy pulsing around him desperately.

It’s only a few thrusts before he follows you, teeth bared, turning his cry into a strangled groan.

The two of you stay in position as you get your breath back, though your legs slip from around his waist and to the floor. He releases your mouth once his jellified body will cooperate, smiling as his forehead meets yours.

“Think I need another bath.”

[spiderfunkz]

TILL DEATH DO WE PART

pairings : robin buckley x gn!reader

summary : ever since the fall of hawkins, ever since the world fell into chaos, and ever since you left it too. for 253 days robin is left shattered.

words : 0.6k

warnings : ANGST lots of angst, character death, foul language, reader getting vecna'ed (AGAIN I AM SORRY), reader dies of vecna instead of max, grief, established relationship, mentions of heartbreak, my horrible grammar since english is not my first language.

a/n : i am back with another angst fic whoops!! i had this idea for a while but i haven't had the motivation to actually write but now i do soooooo... also this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i don't know if the dates are correct or not anymore so if it's not just ignore that thank u :)

it's been 253 days. 253 days since the fall of hawkins. 253 days since you left and took a piece of robin with you. nobody expected for this to happen, no one. it wasn't suppose to be you, it never was suppose to be you. but faith is faith, and you can't change faith. it was your time to go now. and was worse is that no one was there to save you.

it was the day before you had to go back to the upside down to finally defeat vecna, it's tiring yes, so you decided to take a short walk outside the wheeler's house to clear your mind. i mean it was a lot to take, some guy you knew from d&d is now a wanted person, your friend saw some messed up vision from vecna, and max was basically getting chased by death itself.

max saw visions, like nancy, maybe worse. she had nightmares about her dead brother for 5 days, headaches that never seem to stop, and if it wasn't for her walkman she'd be dead by now.

you knew the signs of vecna, it was like a pattern for all his victims. nightmares, headaches, visions, and soon death. but you were to worried about max, so you payed attention to her and less attention towards yourself for you not to notice the same patterns going on for you.

god, you should've listened to your girlfriend. robin warned you about these things yet you keep ignoring it, you regretted it so, so much. you would trade everything and anything to see her pretty face again. but you can't change that now, you're gone. and you took a piece of her with you.

now it's almost christmas, it was suppose to be your 2nd christmas with robin but instead of having pillow fights or buying matching sweaters, she's visiting your grave.

she's wearing the coat you used to always wear, eyes red, and a note in her hands along with a flower, sobbing quietly.

"it's almost christmas m'love. and um, i found our old stuff from before you know, all of this shit just had to come up but, i found a letter that i think you were gonna give me, or you were suppose to give me i don't know anymore." she sighed, opening the note.

"hi robs, it's me y/n. by the time you're reading this i just hope, i'm still by your side. i've been having these nightmares that feel so real, these visions or voices that i hear in them, and i've been having headaches for like 4 days and they just don't stop. i don't know if it's because i'm tired from all this shit that's going on at the moment, but i don't wanna tell everyone and cause a whole mess on the situation. max needs all the attention she can get and she needs it. look, if i am dead i just want to let you know how much you mean to me. i want to tell you all the things i couldn't, or things that i don't have time saying.

robin buckley you are the best person that has come into my life when i needed someone the most. the past days and hours i have spent with you, i will cherish every single second of that until i die. you mean so much to me and i love you so much and i will never stop loving you. you brought the light and joy i needed, and i am so proud to say that you're my girlfriend. i love you, and please don't stop being you.

you're my whole world, the sun to my moon. i am so proud of you and i know you can go through this with or without me. you're strong, love. i know you are.

i will forever love you, robin. - love, y/n."

and with tears in her eyes, robin broke. she missed you more than anything. you were her whole world, and she was yours. but now her world is gone.

"till' death do we part." robin cried, holding the letter close to her.

[stillness-in-green]

On Chapter Posts (and What Comes After)

Just a heads-up to everyone that, at least for the time being, I’m putting the chapter posts on moratorium.  I’ve been far more critical than not for months on end, and while I do get some satisfaction out of the venting, it’s just gotten more mentally demanding than it’s worth.  Compliments are easy and fun to write!  I always end up feeling like I have to do more writing to support negativity, however, providing enough explanation to support my complaints, and often going even further to anticipate and preemptively counter responses.

That big slab of nitpicking sits at the top of my to-do list week-in and week-out, a responsibility to keep on top of lest I fall behind, pushing answering asks and working on other projects behind it, and with the chapters of late having become incredibly demotivating, not getting them done means I get nothing done.  It certainly doesn’t help that Horikoshi’s writing has become so dependent on fake-outs, asspulls, retcons, and purposefully misleading cliffhangers, all of which make it unrewarding in the extreme to put effort and thought into meaningful analysis on a chapter-by-chapter basis.

I apologize to anyone who was really enjoying them—I’ve had a number of people tell me they love my meticulous breakdowns, and I’m forever grateful that my anal-retentiveness has found some like minds!  That said, please don’t fear that I’m out of the BNHA analysis game entirely!  I’d just rather focus my attention on larger-scale material, subjects that require analyzing the work as a whole, rather than the week-to-week grind.

First up will be clearing out my ask backlog—not, I think, a terribly burdensome prospect this time—as well as give the Mina fan the answer I promised them months ago to their last reply in our series of lengthy exchanges about Chapter 383.

Afterwards, my current and wishlist projects include:

Below the jump, I've compiled a list of my projects, meta and fanfic alike.  Feel free to skim through if you’re interested in what the chapter posts have been keeping me away from!

Meta Projects:

An absolutely massive documentation of heteromorphobia in the main series and Vigilantes that I’ve been erratically working on since March of last year—41 pages and I’m still only at the beginning of the war arc!  I’ve been trying to decide if I want to just start posting this in arc-length breakdowns or finish the whole thing first for optimal organization and presentation, though I suppose I could do the former on tumblr and the latter on AO3. Anyone have a preference?    

The much-delayed essay laying out the evidence for the possession plot with AFO and Shigaraki not being the originally intended endgame for those characters, at least not in the form it wound up taking.  Currently six pages, this one is still mostly bullet points; it also hasn’t been updated to reflect some of the more recent wild inconsistencies.  I’d like to give the series time to wrap up whatever it’s going to do with AFO before I publish this one, in case of eleventh hour reveals, but there’s certainly a lot of draft work I could be doing in the meantime.    

Some follow-up/companion pieces to my MVA In Memoriam series.  I’d like to go back to the PLF Spotting posts, which were intended to run through the anime’s treatment of the PLF in the war arc, and I’ve also been compiling points for a schadenfreude-y post on the dazzling variety of ways the anime’s butchering of MVA has complicated its own future as an adaptation.  This would cover things like the anime having to hastily jam in the CRC scene as a flashback because, whoops, it turns out heteromorphobia is going to play a major role in the climax, or the whole-hog deletion of Curious talking about quirk counseling, given that Horikoshi would later directly depict how said counseling exacerbated the psychological abuse Toga was already facing from her parents.    

An essay I promised an anon last year about my perception of the MLA’s ideology.  I’m salty about what the lazy, rushed writing in the final arc has reduced my favorite villain group in the manga to, however, so at this point, I want to do two things with this piece.  First, analyze why the MLA's current portrayal is so problematic*—what they say doesn’t even match up with who they are and how they act now, much less in their MVA portrayal!  Second, discuss how I write them, extrapolating from the non-caricatured aspects of their portrayal with the intent of offering a version of the MLA who are still extremist, cultish villains but who are allowed to have some proper nuance, and an ideology that’s actually consistent with their history, their tactics, and their MVA-era characterization.    

A number of shorter fancies and trifles that I’ve thought about and taken a few notes on, but have never gotten around to fully drafting:      o A post on how heroes and villains respectively engage with dramatic unmaskings.      o A post on directionality of movement in visual media, highlighting some particularly interesting examples in BNHA to discuss what those examples indicate about the characters’ mentalities and the narrative’s silent, implicit judgement thereof.      o A post on how frustrating it’s been to see all of Toga’s powers and abilities get retroactively leashed to—and limited by—her girly love-love emotions.      o A post on the chronic underestimation of Shigaraki Tomura and the woes it consistently leads to.      o A post or two analyzing the final beats of each chapter in the War Arcs with the aim of critiquing the way the series undermines the threat presented by the villains during said arcs.

   

Fanfic Projects:

On the fanfic side, it’s been frustrating me for months now that I haven’t written a substantial piece of non-prompt-driven fanfic for BNHA since January of last year, and even that's being generous with the word "substantial." Before that, I'd have to go all the way back to 2020 to find a non-prompt-based fic with a distinct beginning/middle/end. Suffice to say I’ve got lots of projects on that front!

While the rest of these are all BNHA fic, I do have a Gundam IBO fic I'm, like, two-thirds finished with the final chapter of that I badly want to finally, finally finish. It's basically down to an awkward conversation or two and a pair of wedding vows I've consigned myself to writing by virtue of drawing attention to them in the preceding chapters, RIP.    

The perpetually languishing Obon fic, in which Re-Destro has a lot of feelings he is taking care not to examine too closely about his ancestors. Six thousand words and not even halfway finished.    

The self-indulgent ShigRD mermaid fic, which has a number of cheerleaders in my friend circle and also my id.    

Finish the MLA May AUs.    

I'd like to circle back and write something for those last three days of Spinaraki Week Level 3 I never got to.    

Brainstorming two distinct massive fix-it fic AUs I would at least like to draft some solid outlines for, even as it's unlikely I'll ever have the patience to write all the scenes about the kids they'd require.      o "Forward Different" (the current name on the OneNote tab) would start from the first war arc, being faithful to the canon up to that point, but with major and minor changes that ripple outward to take the story farther and farther from canon the longer it progresses.  (In that story: the MLA not folding like a bad hand in the raids, a Lady Nagant who's true to her professed hatred of empty platitudes, OFA being less of a perfectly good pushover, etc.)      o "Backward Different" would also start from the first war arc, but things would drastically diverge almost immediately because of a number of strategically placed changes to prior events and character motivations; these would be wildcards to be uncovered or deduced as the story progresses.  (In that story: Aoyama was revealed as the traitor all the way back at the training camp, cast members who actually matter turn out to be MLA, OFA is less of a perfectly good pushover, etc.)      

I also have a number of deeply backburnery ideas, still more in the category of "idea" than project, that I could to move to more active project status.      o The one where my might-as-well-call-them-my-MLA-fancharacter has to team up with Toga post-Jakku and travel across a rapidly unraveling Japan in order to meet back up safely with their allies.      o The one where I use an OC detective to examine the official response to the Shimura massacre, and how it got squashed.      o The Kotarou Lives AU, in which Kotarou survives said massacre. Look, gang, I just really want to write about AFO gleefully and aggressively coming on to Shimura Nana's deliciously bitter, traumatized, handsome, ignorant son. I also really like my idea for a lead-in/stinger on this one.      o The one where Geten busts himself and his allies out of prison, be it the canon-verse story with his now-confirmed cell neighbor Mr. Compress or the teenaged AU where he gets thrown in the same high-security juvie Mustard is in.

And that's about all I can dig up out of my notes at the moment. Let me know if there's anything you guys are particularly interested in, though priority is likely to go to shorter or more fully developed projects. Thanks for reading!

(* In the academic sense, not the moral one.)

[vacantgodling]

🖋️,❤️, and😭 !! Don't have a specific wip in mind, so you get to decide !!

thank youuuuu 🥺💛 i can talk about the liminal space series for these lol :3

🖋️"what inspired you to write your WIPs?"

donut wip was inspired by my frustration at not being able to finish a story, and i thought if i just plotted out an easy, straight to the point, horror novel (cuz whoops donut wip is straight horror p much) that i’d be able to finish it. i wrote like 15 chapters in 2 weeks and then burned myself out when i started a new job in 2021 BUT as i was thinking about it, more and more could i see it fitting into the universe that already existed in jenna the reaper. but… there was no bridge from point a (college horror) to point b (high school supernatural horror literally across the country)

this is where the inspo for noi, alone came in. i’d had noi as a character in some form, for about as many years as i’ve had jenna but i never knew what to DO with them. but it seemed so perfect to make them the bridge between juls and jenna’s stories, even if they must also go through the horrors 😔 them having a demon entity thing in their eye was always a thing so that makes the transition even better (well, worse for them but better for plot)

and then jenna… tbh i never “had” inspiration for jenna. i was literally chilling at my ex’s house in hs when all of a sudden jenna just knocked on the door of my brain like “hey yeah i’m here now.” with all her plot already figured out LMAO. 💀💀 so in case you were wondering she’s always been like this. all i’ve really done is just tweak it and fit it better into the world with the other two wips, and add stuff on etc etc.

mason at the airport sort of came about from me wanting to take a slightly different direction with liminal spaces, like explore different kinds?? so mason’s story, while it’s in the universe it is Slightly different than the rest of them just cuz i wanted to try something new and LESS horrific lmao

❤️"what are your favorite scenes from your WIPs?"

donut wip (gasp that i’m actually willing to talk about Some spoilers lol):

the donut sharing scene is the most important scene To Me

the elevator flashback that talks about juls’s past & trauma around elevators

when juls and joaquin kiss (even tho the poly is alive and well in my head, this relationship is kind of the only one that gets enough time but it’s something i wanna change when i try to write draft 2)

also a particular scene involving news anchors that i don’t wanna spoil but i LOVE it

noi, alone:

tbh i haven’t plotted this one out that well but when noi meets seph is gonna be soooooo funny bc they’re lowkey attracted to him Immediately and lilly loves making fun of them about it. secondly, when the three of them break into the dorm i want it to be kind of messy

jenna the reaper / jenna the witch king:

the scene where noi reveals their demon

the scene with vega that is sad……. ough……

the scene where jenna tells carlos about frankenstein, i actually have that written out lol

the scene where jenna and yehna merge is gonna be OOF

mason at the airport:

i also don’t have much planned yet but i’m excited to write the beginning when mason realizes that there’s something Wrong with the airport and that he’s Alone (or is he)

😭"what are the biggest challenges writing your WIPs?"

honestly for all of these wips it’s just attention span. i enjoy all these stories but sitting down and writing them since 2021 and i burned myself out on donut wip has been a challenge. i’m hoping i can come back around to wanting to write them, but it’s probably gonna be a Long while (cuz i’m projecting in terms of original projects, i’ll write paramour then vampires don’t take road trips and then perhaps after i’ll come back to these)

[lettalady]

What if the journalist was still having her thing with the actor who led her to develop her "actor armour" in The Journalist?

[ Send me a Weekend What If ]

Oh my dear darling nonnie. Her thing that led to her actor armor ::Henners shame on you::

Let's see if I can find that. Let's see if it's even posted or also sitting in the drafts someplace. Whoops.

SO. Errrr the only thing I found was something that is in fact TJOURN prequel related but isn't the actor armor reason specifically is from the word prompt challenges: Fi-fie-fo-fum there’s an American in my bed

But if you want to know the reason why she's got actor armor it has to do with loosely dating and then having your sex life publicly joked about on television. [See this gifset from when Henner's reveals Superman's Diet Plan]

*Incidentally digging to try to find the snippets already written led me to stumble upon a few other Henners things I'd written so. ha. That was a fun surprise -- contained below the cut*

"For cardio's sake... what do you do for cardio?"

Everything would have been fine if he'd just kept that cheeky grin held in place. Simply shook his head and moved on. Ignored the question.

Your coworkers have a field day. Your friends have a field day.

"So that's what the kids are calling it these days."

"Do a lot of running when he's in town?"

"Better run on home."

Everyone is laughing because it's no secret that you let him charm you into agreeing to something less than a relationship and more than friends. He didn't want the 'messy relationship stuff' and didn't want labels. Since he's been out of the country for several months filming it's more than clear the reason why. The downside to agreeing to a lack of exclusivity in whatever it was that you were to one another is you can't really be mad that he's playing the field.

So to answer your What If the long way round. What if things with Henners had gone differently? I imagine we'd have gotten:

Eyes a little glazed over despite the shower – easy to blame the long day of surfing, swimming, and sun… not to mention the drinking – Henry’s smile seems weary, but content. The vacation isn’t quite the trip that had been planned, what with the training to keep his skills sharp that pulls him away for hours and hours. It’s a complaint, yes, but halfhearted. It’s still a trip abroad, still warm weather and sunshine and a magnificent view – not just the scenery.

And while you’re contemplating all this after having snapped a quick photo on your phone, he’s leaning closer to say something that gets lost in the noise of the beach bar. Moment in time safely stored, you refocus your attention, “Hmm? What?”

The small, exhausted smile he’d worn moments prior changes, expanding into a dimple-showing laugh. He leans closer and as he jerks his head in a small nod he flicks his fingers lazily towards your nearly empty pint glass. “Do you want another?”

“No… I’m stuffed and…” Pleasantly buzzing from the drinks that have been steadily coming to your table. Perks of being Superman, everyone wants to send him a drink. He’s fostered more than one off on you. You keep shaking your head, laughter bubbling up through your words, “too many more and I’ll have to be carried home.”

He shifts in his tiki-esque chair and tilts his head to the side, mock pain at the thought, “Ooooh no, don’t even mention lifting anything. It makes my body ache.”

“That’s a comment about all the surfing and –“ Momentarily at a loss for words you shrug and mime a karate chop, aiming at his collarbone, “stuff, not my weight, right?”

“Right. Definitely not.”

As he’s nodding with emphasis to try to make your scowl disappear the waiter appears with the check. When had Henry signaled for it? Was your waiter a mind reader as well an enabler?

It’s a short walk back to the villa that has been rented out for your stay. At least, it would be if the pair of you weren’t taking your sweet time down the sidewalk. Typically not ones to meander and hinder the flow of foot traffic, it becomes the topic of conversation.

“How many more paces, you think?” You glance aside to study him as you ask the question.

Henry’s frown seems slightly sinister when lit from the streetlight overhead. He doesn’t dare to hazard a guess knowing full well you’d take that many and not a step more. “Too many?” Nodding after laughing along with you and passing from underneath the streetlamp, he looks up at the stars just beginning to be visible overhead. “I know. I’m exhausted, too. Might just fall into bed and not move till morning.”

You sidestep to bump into him, feeling him release your hand so that he can wrap his arm around your shoulders. It’s nearly too warm out for such close contact. With just enough breeze and the proximity to the water, the temptation to pull away from him lessens. He might’ve showered before coming out to the bar with you, but that was long enough ago that the scent of his soap has wafted away along with the heat of the day. “Hmmph. Hopefully not that exhausted. You smell like a bar, Henry.” Plus there are other activities you want to pursue after falling into bed with him, most of them requiring movement.

He draws you up short so that he can lean and audibly sniff your hair, “And so do you. Your point?”

“I’m just voting no to sleeping fully clothed.” You lift your eyebrows as you reply, attempting a knowing smile.

He’s adjusting where his hand lies on your torso as he maneuvers the pair of you back into motion, the pressure of his touch trailing down. Maybe he’s getting the hint. “Oh so we’re voting on it, meaning falling into bed isn’t off the table.”

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, just barely, you shake your head, “Not the falling into bed part that I was objecting to…”

“And did you harrumph me, just then?”

This time you do roll your eyes, “No. Yes. Maybe. I don’t know. Just shut up and walk, Henry. I’m starting to get sticky again.”

He does sit down and fall backward onto the bed fully clothed, but your steady glare gets him back up again – with a deep, albeit resigned, laugh that makes your skin tingle – and peeling off pieces of clothing. Finally down to his boxer briefs, your displeasure lifted, he settles again on the king sized bed. Only halfway drawing up the sheets, waiting to pull them over you as well, he emits a sigh loud enough to be heard from your position across the room. “Ahhhhh.”

He’s even got his eyes closed. If he falls asleep before you even get into the bed… “Did you brush your teeth?”

Those damned dimples appear, but he doesn’t open his eyes. “Yes.”

“Liar. You didn’t step foot in the bathroom.”

He barely moves aside from the effort taken to reply to you. “Toss me the mouthwash?”

Maximum effort. You suppress a laugh, ducking into the bathroom to snag the bottle and your own toothbrush while you’re at it. He hasn’t budged. “Are you going to catch it?”

“Yep.”

“With your eyes closed?”

“Yep.”

Hmm would he move if you beaned him with the bottle? It’s only a little travel bottle, after all. But then if he’s nursing a bruise it certainly won’t get you closer to your goal, no matter how gratifying it might be in this instance. You’re careful with your aim, the release, and then – WHUMP – the mini-bar-sized bottle lands in the sheets next to his hip. Only then does Henry eek one eye open, first noting the location of the bottle, then to squint at you and note your toothbrush salute.

Teeth and mouth pleasantly clean and unfuzzy, you reemerge from the bathroom. The mouthwash sits on the bedside table next to his watch. Oh-Exhausted-One isn’t snoring, but for all appearances he’s out cold. You twist your lip into a momentary scowl, your libido not thanking you for being nice earlier. You huff under your breath, “Maybe I should have aimed a little to the left…”

The corners of Henry’s mouth twitch into a smile. “Mm very glad you didn’t.”

Ah so not sleeping, not yet anyway. He’s just really enjoying the backs of his eyelids. Maybe if you provide him a little incentive he’ll rise to the occasion. You let the sheets fall where they may as you settle into the bed cause if you get your way they’ll get shoved out of the way anyway. Resting on your side, you nudge him, “You could show me how glad…”

Still with his eyes closed, he lifts his eyebrows. “Tomorrow? Doubt I can even lift a finger right now.”

This time the noise you make is a harrumph, though he doesn’t call you on it. You reach across him to turn off his bedside lamp – saving Mister I Can’t Lift A Finger from having to do that, too – and flop back onto your back to enjoy the darkness and try to figure out how to keep from strangling your celebrity boyfriend in his sleep.

It’s just as you’re about to drift off and enjoy sexually frustrating dreams – you’ve come to the conclusion that you can’t kill him cause (a) too many people would miss him and/or notice right off the bat, and (b) you’ve nowhere to hide the body – that you feel the mattress shift indicating He Who Is Too Exhausted To Move has finally found a reserve bit of energy, probably to go to the loo since he hadn’t done so in prep for bed or while at the bar.

Unexpected contact – his hand seeking out the bottom edge of your shirt and skirting over your hipbone and abdomen – makes you blink your eyes open in surprise, and then annoyance. “Oh! Oh, so you can lift a finger.”

“I think, maybe I can…”

Oh yes he can lift a finger. You attempt to twist and push his hand from between your legs. You succeed just as his fingertips divert towards the edge of your panties, and you feel the fabric ruffle and snap back against your skin as he allows his hand to be pulled away from its task. “Henry… Fuck!” Your loosed explicative comes out breathless as you fall back on the bed again, once again sweating and hot in more ways than one.

His chuckle vibrates the bed, “That’s the idea, honey, though that does require more than a finger.”

[ghoststudios-art-page]

made this like a month ago, just now posting. whoops. Part of the reason being I was waiting until I posted the speedpaint that went with it, which has been sitting in my yt drafts for a while, so enjoy the shittness of it.

HW Translation:

18|Lotte/Zellers| They/Them|Questioning|Pieces|Canadian Likes: Triftings, Plants, Teapots, CDs, Vampires, Button Pins, Gallery Walls, Comics, Collectiong, Flip Phones Dislikes: Loud Noises, Jeans, Riverhell, Cooking, things going missing, minimalism.

[storiesofsvu]

Okay so all the squirting going on in fic today...(not a sentence I expected to write, but here we are)

Any HC's for how Rita feels about it? Does she like trying to make (or making) yn squirt? Or only in certain situations (say when she's in a very dominant mood)? Is it a surprise the first time or does she have a plan? Does she like her partner making her squirt? Or is she kind of above it all or think it's too messy?

LOL!

also...my deepest apologies, this has been sitting in my drafts for like...months if not even a year... WHOOPS. Also I'm starting from scratch and deleting what I had cause I changed my mind.

While Rita does enjoy the pride she takes in making a partner squirt, it's not something that she really goes out of her way to make sure happens or anything. She's not going to like, sit there and try to "teach" you how to do it.

And that's because our queen Rita doesn't like mess.

If she's sleeping with a man, the cum is staying inside the condom, or like, being shot onto a towel that she can scoop up and toss in the laundry

So when it comes to squirting, she's probably going to ask if you can/do, and she'll toss down a towel or two to make clean up easier.

If it's a surprise, she won't be annoyed or anything and she'll take pride it in all "i make you feel *that* good, hmm? you think you can do it again darling?" and it shifts her more into a dom mood.

If she's already in a big dom mood, she'll definitely edge the shit out of you before overstimulating again and again until you're a whimpering mess, so she knows there's a likelihood for squirting in there.

So yeah, short story, she's kinda above it, doesn't like too much mess in the bedroom, doesn't want to have to change the sheets right after just to go to bed, doesn't really like to be sticky or anything unless she's feeling particularly kinky.

Now... if you were looking for some mess in the bedroom, may I direct you over to the queen of mess, Ms Heather Dunbar... 👀

[aparticularbandit]

there was a post in the agatha tag, i think, or maybe in the wanda tag about the characters in...i think it had to do with what if westview was anime themed instead of sit-com themed and in the replies, it got into, like, the different magical girl genre stuff (because i think the post was more magical girl focused?  it has been a while since i saw the post, and i intended to reply to it at the time, but whoops i did not, and it is probably lost in my drafts somewhere)

BUT in the replies it was talking about madoka characters wherein wanda would be homura, which, yes! very apt! with vision as madoka. and agatha would probably be kyubey.  ><;;

but also consider

wanda as sayaka and agatha as kyoko.  for maximum harximoff/kyosaya goodness.

[damnslippyplanet]

Slippy Rewatches ATOTS, Episode 5

Previously on ATOTS: hornbills and shower gel

An important housekeeping note: I drafted the first half of this post on my phone and it was *dead set* on correcting “Dr. Nam” to “Dr. BDSM.”  I think I caught it everywhere but if I didn’t, yeah, that’s what happened.  This would be a very different show.

******

We're starting out in flashback again, and just to make ABSOLUTELY sure we're aware that's what's happening, Past!Tian is displaying Mile Phakphum levels of tits-out-ness so his lack of a heart transplant scar is clear. Love it. Perfect

He stumbles out to his car drunk and woozy to participate in some sort of car race, the details of which I neither know nor care about. The point is that Tul is trying to be a decent bro and talk him out of driving, and Nihilist Heart Patient Tian is like, what's the worst case outcome here, I die doing something fun instead of my heart just exploding at random one day?

Past Tian: in need of therapy and a hug.

******

Current Tian is having this flashback because Dr. Nam is offering to let him drive the Land Rover to town and Tian is fully noping out of that. Tian does NOT drive, thanks! 

So they go for a drive and Dr. Nam is reminded of driving Torfun around because they put their hands out the window the same way. This show really cannot decide how hard it wants to commit to mannerisms being transmitted via heart transplant.

Tian thinks back to the cliff, where apparently he gave Phupha a handwavy answer about finding Torfun's lanyard at the house.  He stares pensively out the window.

I think his shirt might be another local villager deal. He's maybe fully trading clothes with Longtae now, which is very cute.

******

Dr. Nam drops Tian off in Chiang Mai to do errands, and Tian is SO excited to be somewhere with cell service. He can call for a ride when he's done! He can use Google Maps to find his way around! 

He calls Tul to say hi, and Tul immediately is like, you've been out of touch for weeks, I am coming to pick you up, don't move!  It's very cute.  I like that this show cares about friendships.

But meanwhile Tian really did have errands. He's going to the library to look up how to make kites! Our boy has decided to embrace having a lesson plan, and I love that for him. 

Back at the base, Phupha finds out Tian has gone off on his own without Phupha's permission and he's the MOST cranky.

But Tian's doing fine. He's found a blind street vendor selling fragrant tea sachets and he buys two with a thoughtful expression that says, "I think I could put this blind man out of business!" 

******

Nam and Tian hook back up for lunch and Nam immediately starts wingmanning again to make sure Tian knows that Phupha is an extremely eligible bachelor. He's so invested. I love him. He also wants to be Facebook friends, but Tian makes the face of Whoops Facebook Will Reveal My Secrets and quickly pretends not to be on Facebook. Buddy, delete your account for real! Be free!

Tian catches sight of one of the Tea Bandits who beat him up. He's sitting with an older man who Nam describes as Mr. Sakda, very influential. I think they're the Tea Mafia. He might be involved in wildlife poaching. Apparently Phupha thinks he's a dick.

The two of them are NOT subtle in the staring and gossiping about the Tea Mafia, so Mr. Sakda ends up sending the waitress over to tell them he's paid their bill. Classy AND intimidating!  Mr. Sakda proceeds to intercept them outside the restaurant, be genially intimidating some more, and grasp Tian by the shoulder for a while just to be creepy. Hate it. Go away, Tea Mafia.

Which he does, just as Tul is about to arrive. So Tian decides he'll stay out overnight if Dr. Nam is cool with picking him up tomorrow.  Oh, man. Phupha is going to have to play the flute so hard about this.

******

Tul and Tian go out for pedicures and product placement beverages, which cause Tian to have a flashback to shirtless wet Phupha drinking the same thing. Double the product placement! 

They establish that Tian is not keeping in touch with his parents, but that his mom hasn't been bothering Tul too much about it. Tian would like his mom to continue to be in the dark about his life, but  he does tell Tul all about his life changing experiences. 

Tul thinks it sounds cool but what about the BIDETS, man.  Team Indoor Plumbing is me and Tul.

Meanwhile Phupha is pacing in front of Tian's house like an absolute weirdo as half the village plus the rangers side eye him. 

Tul and Tian have continued their debate into the evening about whether Tian could ever live village life forever. Like an absolute fool, Tian says dreamily that he knows someone really cool who chooses that life! And Tul is just, oh no, you're in LOVE.  Tian: pouts.

Back at base, Phupha is still on a cranky rampage and it does NOT get better when he finds out Tian didn't come home.

Tian attempts to come out to Tul about liking men, and Tul simply refuses to be surprised. Tul does not care if Tian likes men, he cares if Tian has wifi.

Basically this is just a very cute intercutting of both our leads getting roasted by their friends for LIKING a CUTE BOY and refusing to admit it.

Also Tian is continuing to be slightly worried that maybe he's not gay, it's just Torfun's heart. My guy. Heart transplants do not make you queer.  Which Tul also believes, because Tul is correct in most things.  

******

Oh no, Tian has gone to the bathroom and been intercepted en route by the Tea Mafia.  Fistfight in the restaurant parking lot!  MVP of the fight goes to Tul, who shows up to look for his friend and gets to smash a bottle over the Tea Mafia guy’s head.  The twinks go fleeing out into the night, and they make a clean getaway but Tul is worried the Tea Mafia is going to hunt Tian down in the village.

I am also worried about whether they dashed out on the check and left all of their stuff behind, so I hope one of them goes back the next day or something.  I’m sorry this is who I am as a person.

Meanwhile, Phupa is in fact sulking in his hammock clutching his Lan-Xichen-ass Sadness Flute, but we are spared an actual flute solo.

*******

The next day, Tian and Tul part ways with another reassurance that it’s cool if Tian is gay for Phupha.  Tian also hands over massive quantities of strawberries and sausages from the village that he apparently brought for Tul despite not expecting Tul to meet him, and also despite clearly NOT having that giant container of strawberries with him at any point the day before, but let’s not think about that too much.

It’s more important to think about the face Tian makes when he realizes the Chief has come to pick him up instead of Dr. Nam.

It’s a good face.

******

This whole car ride is excellent.  Tian is in full wheedling please-don’t-be-mad-at-me-for-staying-out-overnight-I-am-just-a-little-twink mode, Phupha is doing his best to suppress his sterner self and remember his friends’ advice to be nice and spoil his twink, and it’s very awkward and very cute.  

Dr. Nam told Phupha to show Tian a good time and some sights, so Phupha dutifully takes them the long way home, via a lookout spot.  With snacks.  Caretaking kink in full effect.  Phupha attempts to deepthroat a very small banana.  It’s fine. This is fine.

Now it’s clearly HOURS later and full dark as they get home, so I assume they spent another six hours at that lookout spot taking photos of each other.  I hate them.

This is the MOST awkward goodbye, the “it’s the end of the date and we want to kiss but we don’t know how to initiate a kiss” energy is SO intense.  JUST KISS YOU WALNUTS.

Tian does manage to get it together enough to invite Phupha to come build kites with Tian and the kids tomorrow.  It’s something, I guess.  Oh my god, disaster gays, get it together.

I could NOT get a good still photo of the face Phupha makes in response to this but please make sure you enjoy it when you watch, friend, it’s INCREDIBLE.

******

The rangers show up at school the next day to find Tian playing with the kids while they all help clean the schoolhouse.  Yod thinks it’s really nice how well Tian fits in, how sad it is he’ll have to go back to Bangkok soon and that Chief should really wife him and knock him up immediately so he’ll stay.

Phupha starts in with some self-sacrificing “I can’t do that” nonsense but then he points out that Tian needs to finish his degree, and that’s actually totally fair.  Tian should finish his degree before he becomes a ranger’s wife, or at least simultaneous with becoming a ranger’s wife.  So I will allow this.

There’s a kite making montage with SO much flirting, it’s very cute.  Phupha likes watching Tian explain aerodynamics, and also turns out to be a secret kite-making genius.  He makes a fancy kite and dedicates it to Tian, because when you’re a rural forest ranger, kites can be a love language.  The kids want the cool kite but Phupha will not give it to them because it’s his Kite of Love. Ugh.  It’s too cute.

Also cute: Longtae, who is out in the field taking pictures.  Someone wife Longtae, too!  Tian immediately conscripts him to help the kids learn to fly kites.

Oh my god.  Oh my GOD.  Tian forgot to learn how to fly a kite.

Tian. Baby.  You have two brain cells, you can’t use them BOTH on being horny for Phupha or shit like this happens.

Thank god for the rangers and Longtae, who DO know how to fly kites, so we get a very cute happy-kids-flying-kites montage.  Tian and Phupha fly their Love Kite.  They’re so into each other.  It’s horrible.

And then Tian collapses while everyone yells and Phupha starts calling for Dr. Nam, because let us forget, that boy used *zero* of his time in Chiang Mai to address the fact that he is *off his heart transplant medication*.

Post-credits sequence: Fully just Tian and Phupha on their date doing a product placement bit about instant coffee.  But it gets us an “I like my coffee like I like my men” joke so I’ll allow it.