#this one got REALLY long like...nearly 2k lol

[bbydoll18xx]

She's Such a Good Girl (Part 3)

You get drunk off Paige, and confessions come out.

Paige Bueckers x reader

Word Count: 2k

Themes: mentions of self pleasure, idk thats really it i think, still prob 18+

Masterlist

Part 1 - You move in across the hall from Paige Bueckers. It doesn’t take long before she tries to shatter your innocent persona. And you just let her. 

Part 2 - Paige continues her assault on your innocence, leading you to spiral.

A/N: sorry this took longer than expected lol but we got here (also i wrote this while watching Shrek LOL) Let me know what you think. If you want a part 4 let me know but i think 5 parts total would work!

Also I just wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone who commented/reached out regarding me talking about my struggles with my sexuality on part 2. You guys are so kind, and as someone who never really talks about my feelings, I appreciate you giving me an outlet to do so :)

Here we goooo

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The music was pounding in a way that would typically give you a headache, and the way people at the bar couldn’t seem to mind their personal space usually would’ve pissed you off. But you were floating on a cloud from Paige’s touch and the drink you’ve been sipping all evening, and all thoughts of worry had vanished from your mind. 

Your hips swayed in time with the music, moving in a way you did not think you were even capable of. You had done several things, though, the past few days that were completely out of character. You liked this new you. The newfound confidence was refreshing, leaving a satisfying tingle lingering on your skin.

Paige’s touch was fucking intoxicating, and in the moments since the electrifying kiss, the confidence you were feeling had grown substantially. Her hands had yet to leave your body, alternating between your hips and your waist, swaying alongside you as your butt grazes her pelvis. 

She spins you around, so you’re face to face once more. You attempt to avoid glancing down at that plush bottom lip of hers, pink and glistening with the sparkly lip gloss you had reapplied early in the night, but to no avail. Her mouth beckoned to you, lips turned in a smirk that made your knees want to buckle, and you grabbed onto her waist to steady yourself. 

The effects of the alcohol were palpable, and your inhibitions were nearly gone as you pulled Paige closer to you, desperately needing more. The tension was thick as you look up at her, batting your eyelashes with a coy look that had Paige’s stomach rolling with unquenchable want. 

Little did you know, though, that the second Paige had seen you tonight, she knew she would have to have you. Your innocence was intriguing, and she knew you weren’t putting on a show.

Paige always had to be a little wary about who she was letting into her life. People were freaks, and she had been burned before by people trying to take advantage of her fame and her kind persona. But your own disposition, one of pure goodness, made her believe that things were going to be different this time. 

“Hi,” you beamed, nose crinkling in a fond smile as you look up at Paige, who is unable to hold back a smile of her own. 

“Hey, yourself,” she answers, enjoying the closeness that you were initiating, finally feeling more comfortable around her.

“Not that I have much to compare it to, but that was a really good kiss,” you mutter before even thinking about the words that were now leaving your mouth, and a blush blooms across your cheeks as you hear yourself.

“Think I need a reminder,” Paige says seductively, pulling you in by your belt loops to connect your lips in another searing kiss. 

It was nearly impossible to hold back a moan from the pressure of her lips sliding across yours. And while the earlier kiss had been almost tentative, as if Paige was afraid to break you, this one was filled with unbridled passion and sheer want. Her tongue swipes across your bottom lip, causing you to slightly gasp, your mouth opening to invite her deeper into you.

It was raw, hands grabbing at her shirt to ground you, as you move your lips in unison with hers. Your belly is fluttering, and the neediness inside you ignites like a fire, the flames licking at your insides and sliding down to your most intimate area. 

You had been horny before. You were a perfectly healthy college girl, but this was something new, and the irrepressible want was taking control over your carefully curated image you had worked so hard to maintain. 

The two of you eventually pull away, chests heaving and heads spinning from lust and the alcohol. 

“Yeah, definitely good,” Paige affirms, pecking your lips once more, and you giggle. “What did you mean when you said you didn’t have much to compare the kiss to,” she asks, her head cocked to the side cutely.

Oh fuck. She hadn’t let that slide.

“That…was my first real kiss,” you mumble, looking down at your feet, too embarrassed to look Paige in the eyes.

She moves her hand to your jaw, gently forcing you to meet her soft gaze. “Hey, no shame in that,” she says, stroking your cheek soothingly. You lean into her touch, getting drunk on it, and nod your head. Of course she understood.

She guides you away from the crowded dance floor, seeking solace in the less congested perimeter of the bar and she sits down beside you.

Her hand never leaves your soft skin, and she rubs small circles onto your flesh. Her next question has your cheeks flushing in embarrassment once more, blooming down your chest in a not-so-subtle display.

“So if that was your first kiss, I’m assuming you haven't done anything else?”

You shake your head, not trusting your words at the moment. 

“That’s okay, baby,” she reassures you, her eyes boring into yours. “Have you just not met the right person or…” she trails, trying to gauge why a 21 year old as pretty as you was so inexperienced.

“I have a bit of a habit of liking people who are wildly unavailable,” you mutter, thinking back to your celebrity crushes and the wildly humiliating encounters with the football players at your high school.

“And I’ve always just been terrified of rejection. So it’s been easier to just keep to myself,” you explain. “But now I’m getting older, and the thought of dating when I’m so inexperienced makes me even more nervous.” You bow your head to avoid her gaze, playing with your bracelet to self-soothe.

Paige listens intensely, wheels turning in her head as she does so. “What if you had someone to walk you through it?” She asks.

Your head shoots up, eyes widening in surprise at her question, and your heart rate skyrockets.

What the hell was she even asking?

“Someone meaning…you?” You clarify, and she nods her head, a small smile stretching across her face.

“Why don't you think about it,” she says, not wanting to make you feel pressured. “And if you want to, you know where to find me,” she adds with a wink.

The rest of the girls of the team quickly flock over to join you and Paige, pulling you from your musings, and the night ends soon thereafter.

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You had always prided yourself on being in control. You were in control of your grades. You controlled your environment to absolute perfection. And you certainly had control over your behavior and emotions. 

That was until Paige Bueckers came into the equation and sent you absolutely fucking spiraling. 

In less than 48 hours you had abandoned your previous stance of trying to remain rational and grounded, almost irritatingly logical in favor of floating on a mercurial high. 

You had skipped through your door after being dropped off by Paige, the taste of her chapstick still lingering on your lips. And you were still riding that high a week later.

Your roommates took great pleasure in your recap of Saturday night’s events, and the look of glee never left your face as you recounted Paige’s intoxicating touches and the effects of her kisses. 

You were programmed to be the tiniest bit cynical, though, so you had woken up Sunday morning, mentally preparing yourself to be let down easily by the tall blonde. You knew someone who was as adored as Paige had many options, so you were prepared for the worst. But it never came. 

She had welcomed you into her circle with wide arms, and that was becoming even more glaringly obvious as you checked your phone after your night out. Drunk messages littered your home screen, and your heart soared at the outpouring love you felt from your new friends. 

The week passes quickly as the new school year begins. The classwork is unrelenting, but it was a nice distraction. Your thoughts had been clouded with images of Paige’s eyes and her hands. You could close your eyes and almost smell her perfume, and you could nearly feel her touch, leaving goosebumps scatter across your sensitive skin. 

You consider Paige’s proposal for the millionth time. Was it completely ridiculous to want to give in and do it? You were worried that the friendship you had built with Paige and her friends the past week would get ruined in the weirdness that would inevitably develop, yet the idea was so gloriously tempting. 

Your mind floats back to the kisses you had shared last weekend, and a building ball of want stirs in your belly. You groan, flopping back into your mound of pillows, your hand resting on your bare stomach. You trail it lower, grazing over your panties, causing a jolt to run through you. Your hips stutter as your middle finger dances over your clit, experimenting with the pressure. You had dabbled in self-pleasure before, but typically avoided it out of embarrassment and a general lack of knowledge. 

Pulling aside your panties, you run a few fingers through your folds, gathering your slick and carrying on with tight circles. Pressure starts to build before you hear your roommates outside your door, effectively killing the mood. 

You sigh, pulling your shorts back on and head into your bathroom to wash your hands. As you dry them, you gaze at yourself in the mirror. You had decided. 

Paige Bueckers was going to teach you everything you needed to know. And while the thought absolutely terrified you, the temptation of Paige’s touch gave way to any fears. You knew that you could not continue being the shy, timid girl forever, and someone who you liked actually liked you. The thought of remaining innocent and untouched any longer was nearly unbearable. So before you could talk yourself out of it, you send a quick text to Paige, letting her know that you had finally decided. 

She quickly sends back an enthusiastic reply, sending a wave of butterflies through your belly in anticipation.

‘Of course, I will help! Aubrey will be gone tonight. Want to come over around 8?’

‘Sounds good :)’ 

Shit. Things just got real.

The day flies by, and before you know it, you are once more standing in front of Paige’s day, struggling to gather the courage to knock. You do so, hesitantly, and she wrenches the door open with a huge grin, pulling you into a hug. 

“Are ya ready?” She questions, waggling her eyebrows at you to lighten your nervous mood, and she takes your hand, pulling to sit on the couch. 

You sit down next to her, the warmth of her closeness clouding your senses. You bite your lip in anticipation and play with a lock of hair with your free hand.

“Hey,” she whispers, wanting you to meet her heated gaze. Her bright blue eyes were ablaze with desire and determination. “You still want to do this? We can go as slow as you want. You’re in control, baby,” she reassures, the tone of her voice lulling you into a calmer state of mind.

“Course I do, P,” you say, already moving forward to pull her in for a kiss. 

Paige’s eyes widen at your sudden boldness before she smirks and pulls you in, meeting your lips with the delicious fervor you had grown accustomed to. She lets you take control this time, and as you reach up to cup her jaw, she lets out a quiet moan. It adds fuel to the fire, and you detach your lips to place hot, open-mouthed kisses down the base of her throat.

“Fuck, baby,” she mumbles hoarsly eyes still closed in pleasure. “Where’d you learn that?”

“Books,” you giggle, hands covering your mouth as you laugh at the hilarity of it. 

She chuckles, shaking her head. “You gonna let me teach you all of my tricks now?” She asks smugly, fingers dancing across the exposed skin of your upper thigh.

“Please do,” you nearly whine, the build up leaving you breathless and needy, and Paige pulls you in, determined to show you the many benefits of being with an experienced woman.

And boy, were there a lot. 

~

Thanks for reading I love you guys!!! Hope you enjoyed :)

xoxo katy

Part 4

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[xxsabitoxx]

I want a baby

<Tengen x Fem! Reader Drabble>

Warnings: unprotected sex, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, creampie with the intent of getting reader pregnant. Reader is female and wants to have a baby so if that makes you uncomfy don’t read lol

A/N: unintentionally got carried away with this one ngl. Kinda funny tho cause I was initially struggling to figure out what I wanted the premise to be for this Drabble and now here we are.

Word Count: 2k

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Moonlight was filtering into the room through your open window, a cool breeze brushing your skin. The warmth of the man beside you created a stark contrast between the two sensations. Tengen himself was a walking furnace no matter the time of year. It was part of the reason you always slept with the window open. Well that and the fact that three other bodies were usually accompanying you. Tonight, however, was different.

Makio, Hina and Suma had gone away for a girls weekend. The only reason you didn’t go was because of a last minute mission you had been tasked with. They offered to wait for you, but you were adamant on them going as a trio. You had only convinced them by sharing your plans. This was the weekend you were finally going to tell Tengen of your wish. The very wish you and your co-wives had discussed quite frequently.

You wanted a baby.

“Ya know, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” It helped that you couldn’t see his face at the moment, you were certain you’d crumble and become too nervous to bring up the idea. “That so? I’m all ears.” He teased softly, the mood of your conversation had been a lot of cheeky comments and playful banter. Dropping what you felt like was a bomb could potentially ruin the mood. Then again, it was nearly impossible to piss Tengen off.

“Well, Makio, Suma, Hina and I have been discussing this for a long while now…” you started, hand coming up to play with his large fingers. A clear sign to Tengen that you were nervous. “Okay, if it helps… I think I know where you’re going with this.” Tengen wasn’t dense when it came to you or your co-wives desires, he figured it was only a matter of time before one of you popped the question.“Well… if you think you know, I guess there is no reason for me to stall.”

You laughed softly, not able to ignore the pounding in your chest. “At least look at me before you tell me.” The tone in his voice was softer than you had ever heard it, making it just as hard to deny. So, you sat yourself up, moving to straddle your husband’s waist with a warm flush on your face. You balanced by placing your hands on his chest, smiling when his own came up to hold your waist. There was a relaxed smile on his handsome face, one that gave you the courage to say what you were holding in.

“Tengen… I want to have a baby.”

The smile on his face was nothing short of dazzling. “I thought you’d never ask.” You froze, for some reason you hadn’t expected him to agree so easily. Yet, at the same time you couldn’t figure out why he wouldn’t. “Wait… really?” You blinked a couple times, the butterflies in your stomach turning into a frenzy. “Yes, really. I’ve been waiting for one of you to come to me with the question. Though I must say, I’m not surprised it was you.”

“Why’s that?” You adjusted your hips, a devious glint in your eyes. “Those three would do anything to get you to leave the corps.” And then it clicked, laughter bubbles in your chest as you fell forward to crush your lips to his. “Me too, for that matter. If I get you pregnant you need to promise me you’ll leave the corps.” This time, he kissed you, hands coming up to hold your face. “And not just while you’re pregnant and not until our baby is old enough to be without you. If I get you pregnant, you leave the corps for good.”

Your lips were centimetres apart as he spoke, your breath mingling. Part of you yearned to defy him, you wanted to stay in the corps and find a way to achieve the very reason you joined. Yet, the promise of a baby, the promise of a family… the promise of a normal life. It was outweighing your desire for revenge. “Deal. Get my pregnant and I promise you, I’ll leave the corps.” That same smile returned, Tengen took the initiative and flipped the two of you over. “Best way is missionary… though it’s a bit boring.”

“Oh—“ you felt warm and not just because of the hands pulling your clothes off of you. “Nothing is boring if it’s with you, Tengen.” You laughed as he threw the little clothes he had on, off the side of the bed. “Mmm that’s true, I do know how to make things flashy.” He was hovering just over your breasts as he spoke, finishing his statement with a long lick up your sternum. “You’ll look beautiful pregnant. Breasts swollen… everyone will know you’re mine… fuck never mind beautiful you’ll look ethereal.”

“You’re getting so far ahead of yourself.” Though, that statement fell on practically deaf ears. Tengen was too busy littering your chest and neck in bruises. Something Hinatsuru would certainly tease you about when they returned. For once in his life, the man couldn’t find the self restraint to take things slow. He wanted… no he needed to be inside of you. Now… if not sooner… hell at this point he was sure he should have been inside of you two minutes ago. “You’re so eager.”

It was breathless, not only was it rare for you and Tengen to have one on one time, it was rare for him to lose his composure in such a way. “Can’t help it…” was all he gave you, voice gruff as he moved himself lower, fingers reaching down to spread apart your folds. “You’re already so wet…” but he was also far too big to not prep you at least a little bit. “Can’t help it…” you mimicked him, a ghost of a smile on your face as you watched him observe your cunt.

“I-I can take it. Tengen if you’re that eager, trust me I can take it.” You knew him well enough to know he was going through an internal battle. Torn between going in with no prep and fingering you open just enough to get used to his girth. After nearly three years of marriage you think he’d know by now that you could handle him. “I don’t want to hurt you.” It was a soft murmur, even as he spoke he was collecting your arousal and gingerly pushing two fingers inside.

You gasped at the intrusion, hips jerking into his touch as he buried himself inside of you. “Y-you won’t hurt me.” It was meeker than you wanted it to be, mostly because he was curling his fingers exactly how you liked it. Gingerly he added a third, giving you a moment to adjust before repeating his previous menstruations. “Just give me a few moments, okay?” He continued pumping his fingers, watching as the crease in your brow melted away.

That’s when he knew the initial discomfort turned into pleasure. Tengen knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes, your body was like a never ending symphony that he had memorized every single note of. He could read you as easily as sheet music, never once making a mistake as he played it. “C’mon…Tengen please, that's enough.” Your walls were fluttering around his fingers. He must have trailed off while staring at you, his hand was slick with your arousal, your eyes filled with need.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to keep you waiting…” he chuckled softly, pulling his fingers out of you and using your own arousal as lubricant for himself. You wanted to touch him, but at this point you just may shatter if you prolonged this any further. Instead, you watched him spread your juices and his own precum over his entire length, a shaky sigh leaving him as some relief was bestowed on his aching cock. “Tell me how bad you want this.” There was a hoarseness to his tone, his own eyes mirroring the desire that must have been shining in your own.

“H-huh?” You blinked, slightly pulled from your daze. “Tell me how bad you want this… how bad do you want me to put a baby in you?” Suddenly it felt like your mouth was full of cotton. Your legs spread just a bit wider, coming up to hook around his waist. “So bad…Tengen I’ve been thinking about it for months. I want you to get me pregnant so badly.” You swallowed, body feeling hot all over as you confessed. “Yeah? That badly? You’ve been thinking about this for months? Every time we fuck, hmm?” You nodded, face burning up as your hips shimmied to try and reach him.

“Yes…months. So please stop teasing me…” it was hard to deny you when you put it like that. Tengen aligned himself easily, pushing in as slowly as he could manage. His hands trembled with anticipation, coming down to hold your thighs and pull you up against him. “Gimme the pillow.” He motioned to his own, watching your head tilt to the side and reach for it with equally as shaky hands. He took it from you, slotting it under your hips to give you better leverage and more comfort. “There we go, pretty girl.” He smiled, white hair framing his face.

“You…you’re so pretty, Tengen.” The compliment had him turning pink, eyes shutting as he laughed softly. He bottomed out a second later, willing his hips to stay still as you adjusted. “Move already…please.” Your fingers were digging into the sheets, walls clenching around him over and over. Tengen clicked his tongue, laughing again as he spoke. “So eager…” he was pulling out as he spoke, slamming his hips back once he got half way. He built a steady rhythm, angling your hips in such a way that he was brushing your cervix with each pass.

An achingly beautiful symphony left your lips, edging him on as he whispered never ending praise. Things like how beautiful you were, how you’d look so cute pregnant, how you’d make an amazing mother. If anything, it was edging alone as well, cock pulsating with the need to fill you up until there was no possible way you wouldn’t get pregnant by the time he was done. “Tengen…fuck…” you said his name over and over, mixed between various profanities. Your clit was throbbing with need, desperately wanting attention as you felt the familiar tension in your gut.

Tengen, ever in tune with your body, reaches down to begin rubbing quick circles with his thumb. “C’mon, pretty. Cum for me…milk me dry.” Sweat was shining along his forehead, years of endurance training allowed him the ability to move the way he was. “Gonna cum… gonna….” The words died on your lips as your orgasm crashed down around you, warmth spreading through your whole body as Tengen worked you through it. “Good girl…” he groaned, body tensing as his own release threatened to pulse through him. “Hang in there for me…”

You could barely process his request, all you knew is he was pulling your hips up with him, moving to hover over you rather than kneel. He was forcing your body to contort into something reminiscent of a mating press, hips thrusting into you with new vigour as his release finally hit him. A whine of your name followed by breathy moans, the combination dizzying as he pressed himself as far into you as your bodies would allow. Moments of silence passed, Tengen still buried inside of you as he held your hips up. Nothing but the cool wind and your laboured breathing.

“Think we… need to do that a few more times” you finally choked out, laughing softly as his sweaty forehead met yours. “Oh definitely… I think two or three rounds may be necessary… you up for that?” Maroon eyes met your own, the closeness forcing a soft laugh from you. “Oh absolutely… maybe even more.” He merely hummed, eyes closing again to relish in the closeness between the two of you. He was more than determined to put a baby in you, no matter how many times it took.

[glenscowboyhat]

i never lie (t.owens)

hi omg this is my first full-length tyler fic! actually my first full-length fic in like 3ish years so pls be kind 😭 this one is based off of the song i never lie by zach top, with a few little changes! i recommend listening to it beforehand but i don’t think you have to to understand what’s happening! i hope you like it 🥹

warnings. a few curse words, implied female reader but no actual pronouns i don’t think, implied smut but it’s like one sentence, and general bad writing lol, plus i really like commas apparently. lmk if there’s anything i missed!

pairing. tyler owens x reader, slight scott x reader

word count. 2k

꒰ well, it’s been some time, you still look like an angel ꒱

꒰ i heard you’re doin’ fine, got promoted back in april ꒱

it had been four months since you’d seen the infamous tyler owens when you spotted him across a random bar in nowheresville, oklahoma. “oh, hell,” you said, spinning your stool towards javi’s at the bar and putting a hand over your eyes.

“what’s the matter?” he asked, glancing behind you. “oh,” was all he muttered as he silently got up from his stool.

“wait, where are you going?”

“you’ve got company, darlin’,” he murmured before slipping behind you and out of sight. you spin your stool once more, confused, when you see him. “tyler,” you sigh.

“long time no see, honey.” he settles onto what was once your friend’s stool with a frustratingly beautiful smirk. “don’t you look gorgeous as ever.”

“did you need something, tyler?” you ask, trying to gather yourself. seeing him here four months after your breakup was jarring to say the least. you figured he’d probably be in this area. there were some massive storms that were supposed to come through within the next few days. you just didn’t know he’d pick this bar to grace with his presence.

“just surprised to see you here is all,” he said. “can’t believe they finally let you out of the office and into the field.”

just a month after your breakup with tyler, you started a job working with storm par. even though you hated what they stood for, all you wanted to do was help victims in the aftermath of destructive tornados. now that you obviously weren’t working with tyler and his crew anymore, you moved on to the next best thing, making it your mission to help instead of hurt. through everything, you had remained close with the rest of the wranglers, keeping them updated on your life. when tyler heard of your new position, he was absolutely livid. he couldn’t believe you’d move on to ‘sleeping with the enemy,’ as he called it, just one month after the devastating, explosive fight that ultimately ended your relationship.

you’d been working in storm par’s offices, planning each chase, for nearly a month before you were promoted in early april to join scott and javi in the field. once again, tyler was pissed when he found out. you’d already hurt him by even agreeing to work with the exploitative company, but now you were putting yourself in danger on top of that, and he wouldn’t be around to protect you. it killed him to think about anything happening to you, but he was so angry and resentful towards you about the whole situation. he let his pride and his hurt block out how his heart truly felt about you.

꒰ and you met someone, your dad says he’s okay ꒱

“and you met someone, i hear.” you had. well, kind of. about a month after starting at storm par, you were still torn up over tyler. just as you were now, though you’d never admit that to him. he’d really hurt you all those months ago. anyway, scott was there to help you forget about the tornado wrangler. you both knew he was just a rebound, but scott quite enjoyed the late nights he spent with you in dingy motel rooms, and, more than anything, he really loved pissing tyler off. he knew that being with you got under tyler’s skin in a way that nothing else did, and you relished in the attention he showed you. though, it would never compare to that of the arkansas cowboy you’d grown to love so much.

“yeah, i guess so,” you meekly nodded. being so close to him again was making your chest burn and your eyes sting, and this conversation was terribly awkward. you wished the sticky floor of the bar would just open up and swallow you whole.

꒰ well, i’ve never been better, things are going my way ꒱

you were beginning to wonder what his motives were for coming over here. that was, until he began to speak again. “well, i just wanted to tell ya that the fans really miss you on the streams. although, did you hear we hit a million subscribers?” boone had excitedly told you about it the day it happened. you were thrilled for them, but you couldn’t ignore the pang in your chest that stemmed from the reminder that you wouldn’t be there to celebrate with them all. “yeah, ty. looks like things are really going your way,” you smiled. you were happy for him. you had to be.

꒰ i sleep like a baby; i never show up late for work ꒱

꒰ i don’t drink whiskey; i don’t know how it feels to hurt ꒱

“mhm,” he hummed. “i barely know how it feels to hurt anymore. i sleep like a baby, and we’ve caught every storm we’ve been in the area for for weeks now.”

you will the tears from your eyes as you force a smile. “that’s really great, tyler. i’m glad to hear you’re doing so well.”

꒰ oh, and i ain’t been lonely since you said goodbye; i wish i could say i miss you, but you know i never lie ꒱

꒰ yeah, i met somebody too, she’s a model out in l.a. ꒱

꒰ and she’s begging me to move, she says malibu is really great ꒱

꒰ ain’t decided if i’m going or not, but at the end of the day…꒱

“thanks. i met someone too, you know. her name’s emily. she lives in the dallas area, does modeling for a couple magazines out there. she says it’s really great.”

your throat squeezes even tighter; you know he’s trying to get a ride out of you on purpose now. you know, deep down, that you’ve hurt him by going out with scott. you steel yourself before responding. “oh, yeah? you gonna sell your place in little rock?” he half scoffs, expecting a different reaction. “ain’t decided yet. but at the end of the day, i’m good wherever i am.”

you give him a half-hearted grin, already starting to slip off your stool. “i’m happy for you, ty.” you say before subtly bolting out the entrance of the poorly lit room.

the second you hear the heavy door slam behind you, you begin gasping for air. hearing how well tyler was doing without you was quickly sending you into a tizzy. you try to stall your tears and calm your breathing, but the air around you is too thick, your skin too warm, and the hurt too intense. your chest feels as if it’s closing in on itself and you’re not sure what to do, and then you see them. the other wranglers are suddenly surrounding you. “y/n? are you alright? what happened?” lily asked. you shake out your hands, trying to control your breathing. “it’s-” deep, shaky breath. “it’s nothing. i’m fine. i’m fine.” they all continue to eye you, not quite knowing what to say, until boone speaks up. “oh, shit,” he whispered, mostly to himself, though you all heard it. “what?” dani asked. boone looks at her with wide eyes, “tyler’s been in there for a while already.”

you finally get your breathing semi- under control and nod. “i’m okay, i just- tyler was telling me how well he and you all are doing and it just.. kinda threw me. but i’m alright.” they all share a puzzled look before looking back at you with furrowed brows. “he told you he was doing well?” you nod once more. “yeah, said he sleeps like a baby, and that you guys haven’t missed a good storm in weeks,” you explain. they all collectively scoff before boone shakes his head. “that’s such bullshit. i had to share a motel room with him a few weeks back, he didn’t stop tossing and turning ‘til nearly four in the morning.” your brows raise. “yeah, and we literally missed what would’ve been a stunner just last week cause he couldn’t get his shit together in time,” lily adds. you shake your head in disbelief. “he told me he met someone. emily, i think?”

“oh, you mean that girl he went on three dates with before he decided she wasn’t what he wanted and sent her back to texas?”

now it was your turn to scoff. “what? why would he lie?” you had a little bit of an idea, but you didn’t want to get your own hopes up for no reason.

“y/n. you and i both know that he told that girl it wouldn’t work out because he’s not over you,” dani said. your eyes blur again. god, you really wish they’d stop doing that. “i- i don’t know why he’d tell me he found someone else if he hadn’t,” your voice breaks as dexter quietly slips away from the group and into the crowded bar. “who knows why tyler does anything? all i know is that he loves you more than-” she’s interrupted by the heavy door behind you busting open. “y/n,” tyler breaths. you’re frozen, eyes glued to him. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to upset you. i’m not with emily, and i haven’t slept properly in months. i miss you like crazy,” he steps toward you hesitantly. “i promised you i’d never lie to you and i broke it. all i ever do is hurt.”

the dam finally breaks and your tears begin to soak your reddened cheeks. “nothing is going the way i want it to now that you’re not with us, with me. i just wanted you to miss me the way i miss you but i went about it all wrong. i’m so sorry.”

you laugh humorlessly, “tyler, scott and i were never serious. he and i both knew that i never got over you. i miss you more than anything. i miss all of you guys,” you go to gesture behind you, suddenly realizing that the rest of the wranglers had disappeared, leaving the two of you to work this out. you turn back around with a small, watery smile on your lips. tyler has a twinkle in his eye as he takes another step toward you, hesitantly reaching for your hands. “honey, what’ll it take for you to take me back? i’m miserable without you.” his eyes are teary now, too.

your smile grows. “i’ll take you back, ty, as long as you promise to never lie to me again.”

he grins, his smile brighter than you think you’ve ever seen it as little tears drip from his eyes. “never again, baby. i promise, for real, this time.”

your laugh is genuine as you lean in to press your lips against his for the first time in far too long. as you pull away, your brows furrow once more. “how’d you know i was out here, anyway?”

tyler lightly squeezes your hips before answering, “dexter came into the bar just a few minutes before i came out here. he found me and told me that i better get my ass outside and try and get my girl back before it was too late. told me i had upset you pretty bad. i ran through the crowd as fast as i could to get to you; i had to tell you that i hadn’t meant to hurt you.”

you place your hands on top of his, running your thumbs over the tops of his knuckles. “it’s okay. i didn’t mean to hurt you either. i was just… having a hard time functioning without you and scott was there to take the edge off. i should’ve known it was a bad idea.”

he places a hand on your cheek, squeezing your hand with the other, still on your hip. he brings your lips to his again, putting all of the unspoken words and wasted time into the sweet kiss. “everything’s okay, now. but you gotta tell scott that it’s over between you.”

you giggle. “i’ll text him the minute we get back inside.” he lightly pinches your hip as he grins. “good. now come on, sweet thing. i’ve got a lot of time to make up for.” he slides his arm around your waist as the two of you begin to make your way back into the rowdy bar.

“hey, ty?”

“yeah, baby?”

“can i come back to the wranglers? storm par is so boring in comparison.”

he laughs loudly before proudly answering, “absolutely, honey. it’s great to have you back,” he responds before leaning in for one last sweet kiss.

꒰ wish i could say i hadn’t missed you, but you know i never lie. ꒱

[ambrosialdesire]

Congrats on 30 followers! :) Since you’re requests are now officially open I have oneeee.

Canon verse yandere childhood best friend Eren :) Maybe reader starts dating someone and Eren won’t accept having the love of his life be taken away from him.

(I’m not really sure if this is how to write a request btw.)

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18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing: s4 eren x fem!reader word count: 2k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, one-sided pining, childhood friends, kinda angsty at first ngl, implied non-con at the end, all characters are 18+ synopsis: you start dating and it's not the man that everyone had expected, the one who's been at your side since forever. love is a powerful emotion and eren has too much of it for you to ignore. a/n: thank you sm anon and this is a perfectly fine request! depending on how descriptive a request is somewhat affects the length of the fic :) btw this is pre-rumbling and pre-marley invasion (aka when eren was pretending to be a injured soldier). really bad and unreliable synopsis but hope this is a good read!! double posting today haha (mostly because i haven't posted in a bit lol) note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

The sounds of cutlery hitting the plates and the wooden table caused your cheeks to flush more, a hand rubbing at your nape as you began to avert your gaze from the group. Wide eyes were staring at you, as if you said something that was a complete shocker. God, this had to be worse than actually fighting Titans.

"You're what!?" Sasha was the one that finally broke the silence, hands slamming on the table as she got up from her seat abruptly.

"And to who?!" Connie followed suit, slamming his hands down but instead hitting his dinner, gravy sauce going everywhere. His face cringed at the mess but he still stared at you with seeming horror.

"Guys, it's not that serious."

"Bullshit, it's not serious! You're dating—"

"—And it's not Eren?!"

Your body tensed up immediately, realizing that he was the only one that barely reacted to your confession, still focused on his dinner as his now long brown hair marred the side of his face. A part of you felt nervous not being able to really know what he was thinking, the other part of you felt worried. Jean slapped the back of both Sasha and Connie's heads, a scowl on his face.

"Knock it off you two! Of course she wouldn't date him, we're talking about Eren for God's sake."

They started bickering with each other and you tried to resolve it as always, but every single sound and word started to muddle together like his head was pushed underwater. His fist clenched around his spoon, to the point where he could feel the metal bend to the shape of his hand. You didn’t pick him. He wasn't as nearly surprised as the others, mostly because he had already seen it coming, but witnessing it come true was a pain that was utterly indescribable.

Out of everyone, they had to be some random civilian that caught your eye. Someone who doesn’t know the true horrors of the world out there, someone who never struggled the same way you and he did growing up. Maybe he'd be fine if you ended up with Armin or fuck, even Jean was a viable option but no. You went off and found yourself some guy who didn't come close to understanding you.

It didn't make sense, Eren's been with you since the two of you could walk. He was the one that saved you over and over again by those bullies that taunted you and Armin, never minding the fact that Mikasa had to save everyone at the end of it. He was your shoulder to cry on, especially after everything that happened back when everyone was still young scouts. He was the one who sacrificed everything for you. Everyone in the squadron knew that the two of you were inseparable, like two peas in a pod. No wonder everyone was surprised that you guys didn't end up together but the Paths denied him the end he sought out for years, even if he had only seen the flashing glimpses of the inescapable future.

"Er— Ere... Eren. Hey Eren!" You snapped your fingers in front of his face, his gaze latching onto yours immediately. You always had such a kind look in your eyes, he's glad that it never went away despite what you've gone through.

"Your spoon." He looked down and saw that he completely severed the metal utensil in half, the indentations of his fingers prominent in the silver handle. The others were looking at him, puzzled and confused expressions on their faces. He knew what they were thinking. Why didn't you take a chance?

There was no chance to begin with. Eren was on the losing side of the game no matter what.

"Must've forgot how to hold a spoon. Remember what happened the last time I held one like this?" He mused, placing the broken halves down on the table. The more they quietly stared at him, the more he wanted to run out of the room with his shattered heart pieces. He dismissed himself out of the mess hall, saying that he was exhausted. They knew that he wasn't but none of them mustered a word of any sorrowful condolences, his frame disappearing into the shadows of the hallway.

The pitter-patter of running came up from behind him and he felt the brush of a hand against his, heart pumping back to life as he recognized the familiar texture of your skin. Eren looked beside him and saw you, smiling at him like you had no clue what was running through his mind. Breathlessly, you asked him a simple question.

"Rooftop?"

He nodded, letting you lead the way for him. Rooftop meant that you wanted to talk in the spot that you found for each other back when you two started in the Survey Corps, a flat area at the top of the building where the night sky was all that you could see. The rules were that you weren't allowed to bring anyone else up there besides each other and that you weren't allowed to go there without one another. Eren wouldn't admit it but he did sneak there every once in a while, basking in the memory of you and him being young and slightly naïve.

"You're upset." You finally stated as you settled yourself down on the floor, an old blanket covering the rough ground.

"I'm not."

"I know you are, you get all awkward about it instead of bursting out your feelings." He grimaced, was he really that predictable as a kid? Eren leaned himself back on the edge of the roof barrier, staring up at the sky.

"Are you... happy that I'm dating someone?" He could hear the hesitancy in your question, curiosity and fear intermingling. His hands clenched against the concrete, the texture scraping his skin. If he knew that this is what you wanted to talk about, he would've avoided you like the plague.

He took a slow inhale.

"What do you want to hear, the honest truth or an honest lie?" Eren heard you stand up and walk closer to him, cautious hands grabbing his and pulling him towards you.

"The truth."

You've always looked so pretty under the night sky, the way your eyes reflected the stars and the way the moon shone down on your form. He never told you because he was so scared of ruining what the two of you have. This was nothing like what he felt towards Mikasa or Armin. You were special, you were his. Now that he knew what lies beyond the future, he should've said something before. Would that have changed anything now?

"The truth is, I'm not happy. There's nothing you can say that will change my stance about it." You frowned and squeezed his hands before letting go of him, your warmth escaping him.

"Eren, you can't keep disapproving every man I'm interested in."

"Yes I can and I will. You've always had terrible taste, remember how you liked Bertolt back in training?" You gasped in horror, hitting his arm.

"Stop! I never want that to ever be brought up again and I only liked him because he helped me out that one time with the chores," There was a flush on your cheeks, embarrassed about how you once was ever interested in a traitor. "But I'm serious this time, this relationship is serious."

In all of his years of knowing you, serious was never a word that fit you. Eren rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and leaning towards you.

"How long?"

"How long, what?"

"How long have you been seeing this guy?"

You started fidgeting your hands, your tell-tale sign that it's been a while and you're figuring out how to lie about it. You could never lie to him though, he'd always figure you out.

You finally sighed and relented, giving up on trying to say anything but the truth. "2 years."

"Fuck, so it was right under all of our noses huh?" His hand gripped against his sleeve, his voice almost shaking as he spoke. He thought that you trusted him with everything, whatever you tell him would be confidential. He would never snitch on you, he thought you knew that. Eren had to turn away from you because if he didn't, you would've witnessed the tears roll down his cheeks. He felt your hand against his back, slowly rubbing circles on his back.

He hated you. He hated the way you made him feel like a pile of mush. He hated how you pretended not to know that he loved you, not as the childhood friend but as the man who pined after you the minute he was able to comprehend what he was feeling towards you.

He hated your smile, that annoyingly beaming grin directed at him whenever and for whatever reason.

He hated your affection, how you pretended to truly care about him when you were off loving another man.

He hated your warmth, radiating like an everlasting sun and cheering everyone up as if you were a carbon copy of Historia.

With all the love he had for you, there was the same amount of hatred that came along with it.

Eren looked at you, turning his body towards yours and you looked at him. As if he was under a spell, he felt himself mouthing the words that he longed to tell you for years. Your reaction was unexpected, perhaps even completely expected. His cheek stung from your strike, your eyes big and wide as if a Titan just walked up in front of you.

"Eren, y-you don't mean that do you?" His hand rested on his cheek, his fingers digging into his skin.

"I meant every word," He uttered softly, suddenly grabbing your hands and pulling them close to his chest. "Do you feel it? I love you. I'll love you until my bones are nothing but dust, I'll love you until my lungs stop taking in air, I'll love you until the world falls apart. Please Y/N, I'm already forever yours. Will you be mine?"

There was only silence that came from you after his confession, the pounding reverb of his heart being the only thing he could hear. You pushed him away, a stunned and confused look reflecting in your moonlit eyes. He felt wounded, like you stabbed a blade even deeper into his chest.

"N-No, no. Eren, I'm already dating someone. You can't just say all of this now." Your hands gripped your uniform pants tightly, the fabric scrunching together. "You're too late."

He shakily sighed, pushing his hair out of his face. What he hated most about you was your ability to constantly deny anything that you didn't want to hear.

"I thought you might say that."

He was instantaneous, quick. You never reached the level of ability of being fast on your feet in sparring and you wouldn't ever beat him in it now. He pinned you down onto the old blanket, his hand gripping both of your wrists tightly together above your head as he rested himself in-between your legs. You fought back but he didn't budge, only pressing you harder into the ground. His other hand made quick work in removing your pants and undergarments, shoving your panties in your mouth to keep you silent. No one needs to know about the rooftop after all.

Eren's selfish, you've always known that he was. You just didn't know how deep it went, how his selfishness of what he had deemed was love for you dug in and rotted into his heart. You tried begging through the cloth, muffled and incoherent cries being the only thing that was heard. He clicked his tongue, dragging his thumb across your spit-slicked lips before giving you a light kiss on the side of your face.

"If I can't change your mind with words," Eren pulled back and drank in your partially nude body, admiring you as he watched tears form at the corners of your eyes. He placed his free hand over your mound, fingers barely inserting themselves into your folds, your body reactively shivering from his touch. "I'll fuck you over and over until you can think about nothing but me."

[aria-ashryver]

A Pinch of Sugar

Book: Immortal Desires Characters: Seth Olsen-Cooper, Terri O'Rinn Ratings/Warnings: General, recurring food motif Words: 2K

Summary: Seth sees Terri buying cookies for "her son". (Fic takes place within the SICSIG timeline, some months after CH33 when Seth and Terri first cook stew and dumplings together).

A/N: Participating in Choices May Challenge 2024 | Prompt: "I'll take care of you". (Honestly, the “Have you ever been struck by a sudden desire for - soup?” prompt works too. Stew is nearly soup, right?)

Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations @choicesmaychallenge24 @lilyoffandoms @stars-are-within-me

Seth’s lunchbox was a cheery sky blue. It was a huge, circular affair; an insulated metal canister with a handle at the top, that unscrewed to reveal a number of little compartments for cold cuts, for snacks, for soup, for cutlery.

The paint wasn’t even scratched yet, because Terri had only just bought it.

For him.

She’d bought Seth his own lunch box.

It was brisk outside, today; the sky a slate grey and smelling like the edge of rain, a line of seagulls slicing through the air to wing their way toward the docks. Probably not smart weather to be sitting outside in, eating lunch alone on the steps behind the gymnasium. But here he was all the same; concrete cold beneath his thighs, lunchbox warm and perched on his knees.

Curls of steam rose up from the stew and dumplings. Ever since Terri had taught him the recipe all those months ago, the beef stew had become one of his safe foods.

Seth huffed a breath, pushing a piece of onion around the bowl with his spoon, his feelings all tangled up in his throat.

He’d come to know the taste of many things, sitting at the O’Rinn’s dinner table.

The crisp snap of Anzac biscuits, butter clinging to his fingertips to leave little smudgy fingerprints on the edges of the newspaper when he helped Terri finish her crossword puzzle.

The creamy indulgence of fettucine alfredo, and the carb-laden groan Luca would always make when they got to the end of their bowl. The second, louder groan that always came on the heels of the first when they remembered it was their turn on dish duty.

The way the taste of Twizzlers grew rubbery and numb on his tongue at 5:27am, when he’d eaten his way through yet another packet, over yet another round of Mario Kart, and Luca had finally passed out beside him on the couch.

The slightly lumpy mashed potatoes Terri made to go with her red-wine braised lamb shanks, that he’d honestly thought would cause him all sorts of sensory issues at first. Until he’d quickly learned that the lumps were his favourite part.

He’d only ever had instant, powdered mash potato under the foster care system. It had tasted like dust.

All of his meals did.

Terri put butter and milk in her mashed potatoes.

Salt, and pepper, and understanding, somehow. Kindness. Care. Sometimes she’d put garlic, or crispy little bacon bits and chives, or some other secret thing. Once, there would have been a time where he couldn’t handle the unpredictable deviations from the norm. The unexpected textures.

Now, he didn’t care as much, because it wasn’t the ingredients that made the potatoes taste the way they did.

Terri O’Rinn’s lumpy mashed potatoes told him, “I'll take care of you”.

They tasted like being loved.

At least, Seth thought that was probably what being loved felt like. No one had ever really…

He’d never had…

Seth swiped a finger around the rim of his lunchbox, sucked at the savoury richness of the stew until the bowl was licked clean.

He wasn’t even really that hungry, to be honest. He just didn’t want to waste it.

It had been a really long time since Seth had gone hungry.

Supermarket lights were one of the few things that drove him mad when it came to being a vampire. Something about the combination of flickering halogens and the hugeness —the sterile off-whiteness— of grocery stores never failed to give him a headache.

Seth hurried through the supermarket —but not too fast; human, human, gotta look human; gosh, these lights are nasty; don’t walk too fast, you’re totally human; nod politely at Mr Philips in the produce section; oh, that’s right, need to finish those homework questions for economics; Luca probably forgot to do his, too— shuffling to a halt in the aisle where all the candy was.

He grabbed a brightly-coloured pack of Twizzlers from the shelf. Two, actually. Because Luca had been staying with Gabriel a lot more often lately, but the past few nights they’d been home, and maybe they would want to play Mario Kart with him again sometime.

Seth was just making his way to the checkout when he caught sight of Terri across the store.

‘Oh, aren’t these cute!’

Terri beamed, laughter in her smile, peering at a display of baked goods near the checkouts.

‘I should get some of these cookies for my son!’ she told the clerk. ‘He absolutely loves cats. Our Minnie adores him.’

As Terri paid for her purchases, chatting happily with the girl at the counter about their pets, Seth found himself frowning. He tucked himself behind a shelf full of bread loaves, lurking where Terri wouldn’t see him.

It wasn’t like her to slip up like that.

Luca hated “son”.

It was one of the gendered terms they despised the most. Seth knew, because he’d asked Terri on four separate occasions exactly how and when he should be using Luca’s pronouns, and what words to avoid. Luca had been so kind to him these past months. Welcoming. He’d hate to get it all wrong and upset them.

“Son” was an absolute no-go.

He knew, because he kept a list in his wallet, and he’d re-read it until he knew it by heart, and still checked it now and then, just in case he’d forgotten.

Pronouns: he/they. Alternate between them, don’t just use one.

“Dude” is a term they like, so is “lad”.

“Boy” is fine sometimes, but it’s not their favourite. Context dependent. Maybe re-work the sentence to use something else instead.

“Man” makes him deeply uncomfortable, and “bro” is hugely dependent on who it comes from.

Under no circumstances should he ever refer to Luca as Terri’s “son”.

Seth hadn’t asked about “brother”, on account of that seemed really presumptuous.

And besides, Seth thought. The mere thought of even asking whether Luca might ever consider himself Seth’s brother made funny little bubbles fizz around in his stomach, like he was a can of cola that had fallen with a heavy thunk off of one of the supermarket shelves, and now he was whizzing around in sticky, dizzying spirals on the linoleum in Embarrassing Coke-Can Hell.

Or something.

A wave of clammy discomfort washed over him. Seth fiddled with the frayed threads at the edge of his sleeve.

But, then again, Seth supposed, trying his best to blend in with the loaves of bread —which wasn’t hard, because sliced bread was very boring, and Cas said he was the most boring person he’d ever met, so maybe Seth had been a loaf of bread in a past life or something, which would go a long way toward explaining his complete inability to ever have a normal conversation with anyone— it wasn’t exactly like he was an expert in being non-binary. He hadn’t even known that was a thing until a year or two ago.

Maybe Luca had just changed their mind about the “son” thing?

…or maybe not?

Ragged, grey threads drifted down onto the linoleum, littering the floor by his shoes.

He’d ask Terri about it again. Just to be sure.

Seth stopped by his room at the Nexus. Or rather, he tried to; he wound his way through the underground corridors, arriving outside his door only to have the keypad flash red when he tried to key in the pin code to his room.

He tried again.

“No Entry”.

Confused, he bumbled his way back through the labyrinthine halls, picking his way to Astoria’s office.

‘I had that room cleared out about a month ago,’ Astoria told him, waving him in. Her eyes pinched in mild confusion. ‘I had assumed your living situation with the O’Rinns had become something of a permanent arrangement.’

‘Oh. Okay.’

Astoria paused, her pen hovering above her documents. ‘Is it not?’

Eyes downcast, Seth shrugged. ‘I dunno,’ he mumbled.

He’d learned not to ask questions.

It always worked better when you were quiet. Helpful. Well-behaved. Didn’t ask too many questions. Questions were the kicker. As soon as you asked too many questions, that was when they dumped you back in foster care.

Or… the vampire den, in this case.

Astoria jiggled her pen between her fingers. ‘You’re not in the least bit curious?’

Seth scuffed the toe of his shoe on the floor and said nothing.

A quiet sigh slipped past Astoria’s lips. She flicked her paperwork aside. In all honesty, Seth couldn’t tell if something had her amused or if she was seconds away from throttling him; she shoved out of her chair, crossing her office in two quick strides to tug a duffel bag from a closet.

‘Here. The last of your things from your old room.’

Seth caught the bag on reflex. It was lighter than he’d expected, but that shouldn’t have surprised him, really. He’d never had that many belongings of his own.

‘I had it cleared out a few weeks ago,’ Astoria explained. ‘Remus is staying there for the time being. But, Seth?’

As much as he disliked doing so, Seth forced himself to make eye contact.

‘That doesn’t mean you aren’t welcome here, too, do you understand that? Family is who you choose to love, and trust, and protect. If you want that to mean the O’Rinns, as well as the Venandis… that’s okay.

Nice Astoria might be even more terrifying than Regular Astoria, Seth thought. She slipped back into her seat and he nodded.

‘Okay. Um. I should head home,’ he said by way of farewell, startled to realise he did actually think of the O’Rinn’s house that way. ‘Thanks, Astoria.’

Astoria smiled after him as the door swung shut.

Home.

What a concept.

‘Seth! Hi, dear!’

Terri was in the kitchen again when Seth arrived… home. She brightened as he entered, bustling over to steer him toward the dining table, where a plastic clam-shell container sat on the warm, age-scarred wood.

‘Here — look what I found at the supermarket!’

Seth took a seat. A number of cookies peered back at him from behind their glossy plastic shell; chocolate, vanilla, caramel, the flavours all mixed and patterned to look like little calico cats.

‘Oh,’ he said, quietly. Seth’s stomach felt all funny again, and he wasn’t sure why. ‘Wow, great. I’m sure Luca will love them.’

Terri’s head whipped around, confusion skewing her expression. ‘No, they’re for you, duckie!’

Fizzing cola can.

Thunking to the floor.

Spinning around and around and around and around and—

Seth stared blankly at the cookies. ‘But you said they were for…’

‘Have some now if you like!’ Terri said, his whispered words pitched too low for her human hearing. ‘Don’t ruin your appetite, though, I’ve got dinner on.’

Seth’s mind was reeling.

Terri hummed a mellow tune to herself as she skirted back behind the kitchen counter, her fingers brushing lightly over his hair as she went.

It seemed... important, somehow, to open the container quietly. The plastic crunched beneath his clumsy fingers, the clam-shell packaging popping open to jostle the cookies about on the tray, crumbs jumping everywhere.

Seth glanced up to see if he’d made Terri mad, but she seemed happy as ever, standing at the oven and tasting the sauce on the end of her wooden spoon, nodding quietly to herself.

Fingers trembling, Seth popped a cookie into his mouth. The first bite was sugary sweet against the wash of salt on the back of his tongue. He chewed slowly, gratefully, coughing against a throat grown tight.

‘So? What’s the verdict?’ Terri called over her shoulder. ‘Are they good?’

Seth sniffed, scrubbing his wet eyes on his sleeve before Terri could see.

‘Yeah. Um. Thank you, Terri, ’ Seth said. ‘They’re perfect.’

[pinkhoneydrop]

From Birthmarks to Pancakes

[ A/N ] - part 2 to "Something About a Birthmark" it seemed like i should give Harry and the reader some more time together lol let me know what you think : )

[ Pairing ] - Harry Styles x Reader!

[ Genre ] - Fluff

[ word count ] - 2k

[ Masterlist ]

It was kind of weird how fast your relationship developed with Harry. One day your making trips to your local coffee shop and the next your making trips to the coffee pot on your counter that he bought for you because “no one’s coffee tastes like yours.” Or so he says.

It had been 6 days. 6 days and five nights since Harry returned back to touring. Could you even be sad about it? The stage was his home, and you knew it. The fans would take care of him. But there was a part of you that just longed for him. The morning that he left he kissed you on the forehead and squeezed your hand in his.

“Is it too soon to say I miss you?” His voice barely above a whisper as you embraced him. It was all very sweet. You cared so much for each other. Both of you shared a sadness at having to be apart for a while, but you figured you would have to get used to it. His car took him to the airport and the plane took him to LA.

6 days later and here you were sitting on your couch with your phone facing up on the pillow next to you. You were waiting for Harry to call. He had rung you for the past 5 nights in a row. You felt giddy like a teenager or a little girl waiting to speak to her crush. Not like the 26-year-old woman you really were. The hair on your arms perked up as the clock ticked closer and closer to 1am. You might regret staying up so late eventually, but you just missed Harry so much and you would do anything to have him near you again. To have him close.

You got your wish nearly 50 seconds later when his name flashed across your phone screen.

H💫…is calling…crossed the screen as the phone dared to buzz off the pillow.

“Why do you insist on calling at such an odd time?” You chuckled into the speaker. Harry sighed a breath of relief when you answered so soon.

“Jus’ miss hearing your voice.” He breathed softly into the speaker and your face flushed at the sound of him speaking. The sound of shuffling and something being set on a hard surface filled the call before Harry spoke again.

“Do you? Really?” you asked shily.

“I love to hear your voice, even when you’re so far away.”

The call was filled with the normal topics. How the day was for both of you. What you had eaten for breakfast. Mundane things always seemed to calm his thoughts.

“Just cereal, didn’t have any eggs in the fridge.” Your voice was soft as you spoke. Harry laughed as he recounted the times the two of you had breakfast together.

“Do you remember the last breakfast we had together?” a cheeky smile found a home on his lips as he thought about that morning.

“Harry that was 6 days ago how could I not remember.” You laughed again and your face got warm. It was extremely early that morning and you had made quite the spread for him. Harry awoke to you in the kitchen with your underwear on your hips and bare feet padding around the stove.

“Listen I have something to ask you.” You wondered what he could be asking that he hadn’t asked nearly every night that week.

“Y-yes? What is it?”

“Do you wanna have breakfast together again?”

“That’s a silly question, of course I do but I won’t see you again for weeks.”

“I wan’ you to come see me. In a week.”

“What?”

The phone call was silent for several moments. Both you and Harry getting increasingly anxious by the second. Was he serious? He really wanted to see you that bad? It scared you.  Breakfast became merely a means to coax you into saying yes. It was a sacred time for you. You always said breakfast was an intimate time to be shared.

“Y/n? are you there?”

You hadn’t realized you never said anything to his question.

“Yes.” You smiled as you spoke and Harry swears, he could hear it in your voice.

“To which question?” He joked trying to ease the tension on the call.

The anxiety of flying halfway across the country to visit a man you had been dating for a short time hit you all at once. Harry was famous, he was used to jet setting and needing new people all the time and doing spontaneous things. That’s why you liked him, but you couldn’t say when you met him a few months ago and spent two weeks together in your apartment shortly after that you would drop everything and go see him in LA on a whim. But surprisingly yes, you we’re about to do just that.

“Yes, I’ll come see you. In a week, right?”

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Sock clad feet plant themselves on the floor followed by a second pair of feet. The cool air of the hotel was cascading through the room and causing you to shiver. You were still happy to be there though. To be included in the process of touring. Well, for a short time that is. You flew in a couple of nights ago to see Harry upon his request. And it was definitely successful. Nearly gave the man a heart attack at the sight of you in his dressing room after his show.

Now here you were arms draped around his torso waddling along with him to the hotel bathroom to watch him brush his teeth.

“Remind me why we had to get up again?” You whined as he maneuvered around the sink. A chuckle passed through newly formed foam from toothpaste. And his eyes caught yours as you pouted in the mirror while still hanging on him.

“You know I’m not sure I remember telling you, you had to come prep tomorrow’s show with me today?” Harry teased and finished up with the sink. Placing a chaste kiss to the side of your mouth and dragging you along with him to his clothes. Reluctantly you let go so he could dress for the day, but the pout never left your face as you slump on the bed.

"Why are you staring at me grumpy?" Several sighs and some good intuition tipped Harry off to your stare that was boring a hole in the back of his head as he slipped on a pair of Nike shorts and running shoes.

"You look so pretty." The word almost came out in a whine. And you reached your hands out for a hug.

“You’re sad ‘cause I look pretty? That doesn’t seem quite right now does it darling?” Harry moved so he was standing between your legs as they draped off the mattress.

“You can always join me for my run!” A cheeky smile graced his lips as you groaned at the suggestion. Running? You? This early? No. Never. Harry’s thumb grazed against your bottom lip as he laughed.

"I have to go, or I’ll never make my run.” Harry whispered and then kissed you softly once more before gathering what he needed and heading out for a nice jog about the city. You stayed back and just relaxed in the room. Random people on the tv keeping y9ou company as you scrolled through your phone to pass the time.

About two hours later and Harry was back in the hotel room with you. The sun was rising further, and you were now dressed, fully showered and ready to greet the city. The knob on the hotel room door clicked before revealing Harry with his little clip in his hair. He made his way over to the bed where you sat and cocooned you in his arms for a hug.

He missed moments like this. Moments where he could just enjoy you. When he could hold you and take in how you smelled. Releasing you from the hug Harry spoke in a tired voice.

“I thought we could go for a late breakfast.”

Those words rang in your ears. You smiled and nodded your head quickly while rushing to get your bag. The two of you made your way down to the parking garage of the hotel. Shiny lacquered cars all lined up in rows. The sounds of humming engines and the squeak of rubber from Harry’s shoes hitting the concrete filled the area.

Harry stopped you just before unlocking the car door for you.

““I believe I deserve another good morning kiss.”

“Oh? Do you?”

“yeah I do.” Pulling you into him he placed a soft kiss to your lips as you giggled.

Breakfast came faster than you thought. Soon enough a tall stack of pancakes was sat in-front of both of you to share. A bottle of syrup a cup of hot chocolate and a cup of coffee. The two of you were sat by a window facing the busy streets and sidewalks. Harry kept his sunglasses on as not to cause too much attention to himself.

“you know, I don’t think those work as well as you think.” You chuckled to your self as a couple girls stopped by the window trying to snap a good photo of the man sitting across from you.

“Ahh, ley them have there fun. It’ll be a while before anyone finds me here but besides I have you to protect me.” A swift wink punctuated the words as he took a sip of his coffee.

“what are you doing all the way over there anyway? Get over here.” Harry motioned for you to come sit next to him on the opposite side of the booth. The change was easy, and you ended up thigh to thigh and arm to arm. You smiled while looking at your arms touching. He was so clingy. Always needed to be touching some part of you when he was feeling tired.

“c’mere.” You gestured for him to look at you. The fork in your hand was filled with the last of the pancakes. You held it up to his face and Harry let you feed it to him while he sat with his elbows on the table. Both of you smiled as he finished the food off.

Breakfast had been long since enjoyed by the time the two of you had your conversation interrupted by a song. Well not just a song. Harry knew it to be one of your favorites. You perked up instantly when the first note played through the speakers of the restaurant. You started going on about the lyrics and what they mean. Harry loved to watch you talk about it. How your voice got animated and how you would grab on to him when you remembered another detail. It reminded him of those two weeks back at your place. He would pick a record from your collection and the two of you would lay in the floor whilst talking about the music playing louder than it should.

Harry got up from his seat rather suddenly and you looked to him with a surprised expression.

“What? What are you doing?” you questioned him as he moved a few chairs to make some space around himself.

“jus’ give me your hand.”

You didn’t realize Harry was trying to dance with you until he spun you around and began to rock back and fourth to the beat of the song. He never failed to make you feel special. Like you were worth all the trouble in the world if he could just sway with you in his arms like this.

“We have an audience.” Your voice was muffed from its spot on his shoulder. Harry looked around a sure enough there were some cameras on the two of you but he shrugged it off. if he knew anything to be true it was that there would be many more opportunities in the future for leaked photos that included you.

“Let them look.” It was a matter of time before there were photos all over the internet.  Headlines graced articles like “Harry Styles and a mystery girl?” or “Harry Styles seen slow dancing in the middle of a restaurant.” There were many more, but the photos were so sweet he had to save one or two to his phone for the memory.

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Epic Steddie Fic Rec: Chapter 5 (December 31st, 2022)

I really need to get back into the habit of making these weekly recaps *weekly* or else... this is what happens. I post shit late lol.

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Mutual Future by knell (Post-S4 Fix It | 40K | Explicit): two dudes navigate their feelings in the most normal way possible.

hold me now, i need relief by ToEdenandBackAgain (Post-S4 Fix It | 25K | Mature): It’s probably going to go down in history as the worst kiss Steve Harrington ever got, but Eddie doesn’t give a fuck. He isn’t going to get another chance so he’s working with what he’s got. It’s less of a kiss, and more of a slide of lips, wet with blood and tears but he feels Harrington’s grip tighten on the back of his shirt and he pulls back. He reaches up with the hand he can still feel and pushes back a strand of hair that had fallen in Steve’s face, smearing blood along his temple as he does. “Sorry. Couldn’t die without knowing what that felt like.”

🖤 And I Knew (in the Crystalline Knowledge of You) by PippinPips/ @majesticfaequeenpips (Practical Magic AU | 28K | Mature): At a young age, Eddie casts a spell to never fall in love in an attempt to save himself from future debilitating heartbreak. Of course magic always finds a way to work. When a single father moves to town Eddie never expected to really cross paths with the man. As fate would have it, he does. He gets so much more than he bargained for.

Eddie Munson and the Dreamboy by pukner/ @pukner (Post-S4 | 8K | Not rated): Or, five times El and Eddie find a version of Steve Harrington while traversing his mindscape to drag him out of a coma (thanks, Vecna). And one time Steve finds Eddie.

🖤 you can take the heart from your chest to use as a compass when you are lost by fragilecapric0rn/ @flashyysins (Modern AU | 29K | Mature): Thanksgiving 2009. Steve, who is about to host the brood of children (who somehow aren't children anymore) in a cabin for the long weekend, after a semi-bad week, all while batting off Dustin's attempts at playing matchmaker and dodging phone calls from his mother. And at some point some strange man on the internet broadcasts his worst public moment for the other Craigslist freaks to see. What could go wrong? Or right? (Part 1 of Missed Connections)

the worst time for the best case scenario by fragilecapric0rn/ @flashyysins (Modern AU | 2K | Not Rated): He briskly walks down the aisle before so he can walk in the guy’s direction on the other side and as he turns down, he realizes he fucked up.  Oh my god, is that a black eye? Oh my god, he’s hot. Oh my god, he’s crying. (Part 2 of Missed Connections)

i would wait anyway by poesidone/ @gonzocoded (Future Fic | 8K | Teen): Eddie's back in town after six years of traveling the country looking for himself. Upon his return, he's forced to confront the consequences of an impulse decision he'd made before leaving and the fact that, apparently, Steve Harrington now inexplicably owns a bakery called Flour Power.

you're the singer and i'm the song by ruinations (PWP, Trans Eddie | 4K | Explicit): After hearing a rumor that Steve's fantastic at eating pussy, Eddie asks Steve to prove it to him. Steve is more than happy to oblige.

the circus music playing on loop in my mind is being overpowered by the disco from the next room over by fragilecapric0rn/ @flashyysins (Canon Divergent | 3K | Mature): “What the fuck are you doing here?” He nearly squawked, meaning for it to come out anyway other than that. The man turned around, and here he was. In a stare down with ghostly pale Steve Harrington, who was not only supposed to be straight, but was also in a MESH TANK TOP at Frankie’s on a Wednesday night.  “What the fuck are you doing here?” He pauses, glancing around the room, small voice. “It’s disco night.” (Part 1 of who knew the aftermath could taste this sweet?)

i know it's hard. but when you accept it, it'll feel like flying. by fragilecapric0rn/ @flashyysins ( | 6K | Teen): Steve thinks he's finally getting a night alone with Eddie, but Will Byers has other plans. (Part 2 of who knew the aftermath could taste this sweet?)

words caught in my throat (who talks first?) by fragilecapric0rn/ @flashyysins (Future Fic, Getting Back Together | 12K | Explicit): Steve and Eddie get snowed in together. Emotional constipation and all the things left unsaid are also in attendance.

Seasons change, but people don't. by hotluncheddie/ @hotluncheddie (Canon Divergent, Pre-S4 | 6K | Mature): Eddie's scalp is prickling and he’s had the worst fucking day, okay? His stupid math and science teachers are in kahoots, he knows it. His grades are too low, he cant make it up and they don’t like him so there's no way out. He’s not graduating. Again. He has to repeat senior year. Again. And the added layer to his shit cake of a day? King Steve wants to buy from him. Today, right now. Oh ho ho is he gonna get overcharged sooo bad. Seeing as eddie has to postpone his wallowing to wait at his stupid little bench in the stupid woods behind the stupid school. Or: three times steve asks eddie to stay, plus one time he finally does.

defrost by Adure/ @toburnup (Enemies to Lovers, PWP | 9K | Explicit): Eddie hates Steve, for the most part. And now they're stranded in the middle of nowhere. And it's snowing.

won't be the same, dear, if you're not here with me by judasofsuburbia/ @judasofsuburbia (Post-S4 Fix it, Dreamsharing | 9K | Teen): Steve doesn’t want to ask this. He knows this is just a dream (or an upcoming nightmare). Something that’s made to feel real but isn’t. Still, he asks, “Are you actually alive?” Eddie glances up at him. His big, brown eyes are shimmering with naive, joyful hope. “You tell me, big boy.” or: five times steve harrington dreams of eddie munson and the one time reality feels like a dream.

didn't think that it'd take dying (to finally feel like i'm okay) by tak_cajaz (Post-S4 Fix It | 9K | Teen): Or, Eddie thought he was dead, so it didn't matter that he spilled his secret to the pretty angel taking him to heaven.

🖤 off the beaten path by pukner/ @pukner(Canon Divergent, Pre-S4, Autistic Steve & Eddie | 34K | Explicit): Or, post season 3, Steve manages to figure out that he's bisexual, despite his best efforts to repress it, comes out to Robin and Jonathan Byers of all people, and figures himself out. Also, there's a cute guy who might be actually insane running the kids' dnd club and he's got his eye on him. And his bandana. Too bad Eddie Munson hasn't had a similar revelation. He's still under the impression that he's a straight man obsessing over Steve Harrington for normal, extremely heterosexual reasons. OR: Steve figures out he's bi before Eddie figures out that he's gay. Eddie still manages to fall first. (Part 1 of off-script)

no boys allowed by pukner/ @pukner (Canon Divergent | 7K | Not Rated): Robin Buckley has her very first Girls' Day. She gets her hair braided, consoles her heartbroken best friend, and everyone muddies the water a bit on the exact definition of what a Girl is. Steve Harrington has a good cry about Eddie Munson. (Part 2 of off-script)

that'd be the end of the last man on earth by pbandjeremiah/ @pbandjeremiah (Future Fic, Parent Eddie | 9K | Mature): eddie munson and his two adorable daughters sit next to steve on a flight from san francisco to chicago. a lot changes in those four hours.

Crimson and Clover by Plastiktramps (Canon Divergent, Pre-S4, PWP | 4K | EXPLICIT): Or, Steve has a bisexual identity crisis and Eddie just wants to make him feel good. (Part 1 of Crimson and Clover-verse)

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If Not Him, Perhaps Me

Good evening again, my friends! I have chapter 2 all ready! It wasn’t totally proofread, so I might have to be updating and fixing it as I reread it later but I was so excited to post the second chapter I couldn’t wait lol I also super appreciate all the comments on the first chapter. It really helps encourage me to continue writing! So keep commenting if you want! I love it haha

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So here it is!

Enjoy~

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Chapter 1

Pairing- Thrawn x f!reader x Luke Skywalker

Summary- You finally meet the Grand Admiral himself and the conversation is intriguing for the both of you.

Word Count- 2K+

Warnings- Mentions of kidnapping

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Bright lights glared painfully against your eyelids. The ringing in your ears coming back with a vengeance but finding its home near the back of your head in a raging migraine. Consciousness still felt as if it were a distant dream, but you were steadily grappling it with shaking hands, pulling yourself toward the blinding light. Soon your shoulders ached with the stiffness of tension and the feeling of hard steel beneath you.

‘Where am I?’ The thoughts swirling in your mind were flimsy and challenging to gather into a lucid form, but you still tried to make sense of yourself. Full consciousness continued to grow closer and closer but as it did, the realization that you weren’t aboard the Falcon anymore was also becoming increasingly troubling. Trying as best you could to recall where you were and how you got there was proving even more difficult than stringing together a cohesive thought. Your eyes wouldn’t obey your demand to open, and your limbs felt weighed down as if by lead, numbing your body. ‘Luke,” your mind strayed to the man who’d left you alone with Chewbacca and Leia to assist Han and as you lay against cold steel in thought, you heard a series of boots thud closer toward you.

Then you remembered suddenly where you were. “Get up, woman,” a gruff modulated voice spat in irritation, “the Grand Admiral wants to see you.” The Grand Admiral. That’s right! You’d been kidnapped by Storm Troopers and brought onto an Imperial Star Destroyer. The last memory you had was the white armored soldiers restraining you and giving you a drink of what you thought at the time was water. “Get her up, I think the drink is still in her system.”

“Really?” Another modulated voice sounded beside you, “that’s crazy, it’s been four days and it’s still affecting her this bad?”

Four days?! You’d be out for four days without any knowledge?! Groaning as the man beside you assisted you in sitting up, you were finally able to force your eyes open- as blurry as the atmosphere was, at least you could get some sort of idea where you were. “F-Four…d-days?“ You choked on the words, dryness aching your throat. It felt as if your vocal cords were dust and your mouth the sandy dunes of Tatooine. “We’ll get her some water on the way to the Grand Admiral’s office.” The one at the door explained as his partner lifted you to your feet.

Desperately, your bleary eyes tried to focus on the surroundings you passed. To memorize what it looked like to be in an Imperial Star Destroyer so whenever the knowledge was needed to be used in battle you could recount it perfectly, but the dryness wasn’t just plaguing your throat now- the bright lights overhead still blinding you. It was, you noticed, becoming easier to gain your own footing now, the troopers less rough and uncaring than you expected and it wasn’t long before you were at a door. After one of the Storm Troopers punched in a code, a soft hiss echoed through the quiet hall, and they ushered you inside.

“Who is this?” A whispering voice made you jump, nearly into the ceiling you noticed but wouldn’t admit to anyone who asked. The small corridor was hardly lit, and the hissing voice seemed bodiless.

It made you feel better when one of the men beside you cursed under his breath just enough for you to hear. “Stop sneaking up on people like that, Rhuk. We’re likely to shoot you if you aren’t careful.” The trooper seemed anything but pleased at the sudden start and there was only a hissing chuckle in the dark.

“I am the admiral’s protector, and I shall do my job as arranged.” So, the Grand Admiral had a bodyguard? Not just the Storm Troopers? Another note you placed in the back of your mind for later as the door before you in the darkness whooshed open, itself.

As you were ushered forward again the room you stepped into was surprising. What you had expected from a Grand Admiral’s office was bright overhead lights like the halls that stretched around the ISD, large murals displaying their awards, and perhaps some Galactic Empire paraphernalia to show their “pride” in the imperial navy. But what you were greeted with instead was practically an art gallery with dimmed lights that were backlighting a tall structure that had what looked like furry lizards strewn about it.

But what truly astounded you was the man sitting behind the desk, awaiting your position before him to be to his liking before he spoke. He wasn’t a man, at all. His skin was a surprisingly blue color, nearly sapphire in the dark lighting, dark hair that gleamed its own shade of cobalt, his features serious and thoughtful as you stood in front of the large grey desk now. The facial feature that struck you the most was the all-consuming eyes that sat framed by long dark lashes. The piercing red gaze was disturbing as they narrowed at you, his mouth and chin hidden behind steepled fingers- he was studying you.

“Ya know,” you began, quietly at first, “you had already kidnapped me. I think the drugging was a tad bit overkill.” The sarcasm in your voice made one blue-black eyebrow raise in question, but that was the only movement out of the Grand Admiral sitting before you. Shifting in your wrist shackles, you huff indignantly. “I mean, it was a little nicer than waking up on the cold steel floor, I guess.”

Without a response, the admiral stood from his chair. His stature was imposing, far taller than you’d expected him to be too, you noted. To your surprise- again- he smiled at you politely. “I apologize that your time aboard my ship has not been to your liking.” The voice. Your mind went blank, and eyes widened at the deep, warm voice that came from his lips. The evidence of a life lived speaking a foreign language you probably never even heard accentuating the syllables he spoke. Before you recognized it, the alien man was standing directly in front of you, eyes studying you still as he placed his arms behind him. His entire air seemed noble, regal…Imperial.

No wonder he was a Grand Admiral.

He carried every bit of his title in his stance and your heart ached with uncertainty. But before uncertainty turned to apprehension, the admiral smiled again as he spoke, “Would you, perhaps, mind giving me your name?”

Your eyes narrowed this time. Just because he was intimidating didn’t mean he was going to scare you immediately. “If this is a game, I’m not going to play. You kidnapped me, clearly, you know my name, or at least have some idea of who I am, or else I wouldn’t be here.”

It seemed as if his smile grew from your challenge. He was enjoying himself. “Perhaps,” he commented casually, “though, I prefer to be mannerly in certain circumstances. You are a woman, whether a prisoner of war or not, and I prefer to give you the respect you deserve.” When he saw that you weren’t budging, he let out a dissatisfied breath, as a father would a rebellious child and his face swiftly grew stern. “Very well if you insist. I am Grand Admiral Thrawn, warlord of the Galactic Empire. Welcome aboard the Imperial Star Destroyer; Chimera, (y/n).” Thrawn’s full title was so imposing it nearly knocked the wind out of you, but you purposefully gave no sign of fear.

“Grand Admiral, huh?” You replied interestingly, then changed your weight to one hip as you studied him this time. “But you aren’t human, how did you become a Grand Admiral?” Another smile appeared on his face- patronizing. You grumbled at the grin and stepped away to face the structure behind his desk, petting one of the furry lizards.

 “I am sure you are aware you weren’t brought to me to discuss my time in the Empire,” he almost sounded as if he were chuckling a little and it infuriated you. How could he be laughing so casually? “You see, I brought you here because you are of some importance to my cause.”

Rolling your eyes, you shifted your shackled hands once again, “you mean regaining power for the empire?” You scoffed sarcastically, “it isn’t happening, grand admiral.” The emphasis you put on his title caused one of the men to start forward, grabbing your arm painfully.

“Mind your tongue rebel scum!” He snarled candidly, “you will show the admiral respect.” At the gesture of Thrawn, the Storm Trooper unenthusiastically backed off, releasing your arm.

“You see, (y/n),” Thrawn started as he faced you again from across the room, “I am aware that Skywalker and Solo departed for a mission to aid Calrissian only a few days before we obtained you from the Millennium Falcon and while your capture does not suit my needs for gaining the power I seek for the Empire, it does satisfy someone who will help me gain that control.” So, you were just a pawn? Thrawn once again came to stand before you, his glowing eyes looking down his nose at you as the full weight of his power melted into your bones. “You will tell me everything about Skywalker that I need to know.”

“How do you presume I do that?” Your voice was less aggressive than you were hoping it would sound, but you met his eyes still. The glowing embers sparked with intelligence and wisdom piquing your curiosity briefly. “Do you honestly expect me to just give up someone I care about because you asked it of me?” It seemed as if directness surprised him for a moment because some of his severity eased. “I’m sorry,” you almost seemed genuine about it but, whether it was your exhaustion or your willingness to die for Luke without questions that calmed your nerves, you knew you weren’t going to give Thrawn what he was looking for, “but I’m not going to tell you anything about Luke.”

Thrawn was silent for a long while, gazing at your face, your features. Then he returned to his chair on the other side of his desk, calmly sitting down in the position you’d previously found him in. “Perhaps you can tell me a little about yourself then?” His voice was softer this time around, grabbing his datapad and scrolling through what you assumed were documents.

He was absolutely playing games this time, why on earth would he want to know anything about you? “Why? What do you possibly have to gain from wasting your time getting to know me?” It was becoming clearer that it was your exhaustion that made you apathetic to the idea of death now.

Thrawn peered up from his data pad slightly, the red peaking beneath dark lashes and the raising of the same one brow and he smirked at you, “call it curiosity, (y/n). I am a gentleman, after all. Since you will be staying aboard my ship for a while, I would like to know who I have in my barracks.” His eyes returned to the scrolling screen once again, “tell me,” he started, “are you someone I should be worried about breaking out?”

A short, self-deprecating laugh escaped your lips at his words. “yeah, I’m going to try to break out of my cell and do what? Fly out into chaos knows what by myself?” You shook your head, rolling your eyes, “I don’t think so. I don’t even know where in the galaxy we are. How would I ever have a chance of getting anywhere?” You shook the skirts of your dress as if to notify him of your compliance, “I’m not the fighting type, evidently.”

“Do not mistake me for a fool, (y/n),” Thrawn laid his datapad aside, sitting back into his chair, eyes stern again. “I am mindful of who you travel with and while you may not voluntarily partake in battle, you are proficient at self-defense. It would be unwise for Skywalker to not provide you with some manner of protection.”

You shrugged noncommittally, unnerved by his assumptions and how close they were to the truth. Luke had taught you many self-defense tactics and exactly what to do in case you were in trouble without him. Though it didn’t happen often, and you were always able to call for his help. “So I know a little self-defense to keep myself safe, do you think that’ll give me the confidence to fight myself free?”

“Then will you call for Skywalker's aid?”

Shaking your head immediately, you glared at him, “absolutely not.”

Thrawn smirked again, knowing you were catching on, “perhaps you would like to tell me why?”

“Because I’m not a fool either,” Thrawn smiled at your response- of course, you weren’t. He could already tell. “I’m not going to bring him to you. I’m not going to bring him straight into the heart of the Empire just to save me from you.”

“Interesting,” Thrawn mumbled softly, hand resting below his chin in thought, “you are intriguing, (y/n).”

It seemed as if it were the twelfth time you’d rolled your eyes at this guy, “I’m so happy you think so.” The sarcasm was getting difficult to contain anymore as you continued to go back and forth with Thrawn.

Chuckling, the Grand Admiral grabbed his datapad again, gesturing for the Storm Troopers to leave, “you shall return to your barrack and get some rest. Perhaps after you are well rested, we can continue this conversation.” He glanced at you once more before the troopers took you away, the stony gaze returning, “And you will tell me what I want to know.”

And with that, you were returned to the bedless, steel prison of your barrack to replay the conversational meeting you’d had with Grand Admiral Thrawn.

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VAL AND SAM INTERACTIONS....LORE....... HEADCANONS.......SKETCHES.......ANYTHING!!!! i need more content of them both or i will literally Explode

I don't really have any new sketches atm but have some random facts or something

Both Sam and Val can't cook great, at best Val can make a decent egg on toast

They literally eat nearly all their meals at the restaurant owned by Kain's mom (Ms. Wanchai)

Their main source of income is bounty hunting

Why? Because being a bounty hunter gets you a bounty license which can be used as a form of ID without needing to be registered in the government archives (loopholes lol)

This is great for Sam, who's not supposed to be in this era and is keeping it a secret, and Val, who's technically legally dead

This way they can continue to make a living, and continue leasing the apartment

Bounty hunting itself is a dying profession unfortunately because the risks and the government slowly trying to push it out

tbh in the Retrograde world, if you either work for the government, become a bounty hunter, or join the terrorist group

You lose your bounty licence if you don't complete a bounty at least twice a month

anyway enough bounty stuff back to Sam and Val

Bounty hunting gets them like around 800 USD (there's a different in world currency tho)

Harder bounties can go up to 2k or more

But it's not like a lot so they're kinda just scrounging by

On off days Sam usually goes to the arcade or a bar at night

Val spends most of the time inside, but he'll also take his hoverbike for a spin

Speaking of which, Val got his hoverbike in a street race against this rich guy during his early bounty hunter days

That's why it's so fancy

If Val sold it, he'd probably have enough money to buy a fancy place in the city

but he's way too attached to it, plus it's their only form of transportation

Otherwise they'd have to take public transport and walk

They have clothes they wear for bounty hunting and clothes they wear for normal days

They both actually have two of the same jacket each

They do all their laundry at the laundromat where Kain works

Normally, they do all their shopping locally but because it's a small town, sometimes they have to go to Jupiter because it's the closest city

Speaking of which, the name of the town they live in is "Level 4"

It's where Val woke up after "dying" and he hasn't really been bothered to leave since

Because of the halo on his head, Sam gets recognized pretty easily when he goes out in town

Sam's halo turns off when he sleeps, but he also recently found out if he covers the metal implant on his back, they it goes away somehow (however it makes him really sleepy when he does that)

Val used to smoke a lot but he doesn't anymore, he only does it if he gets really stressed about something or he has a nervous breakdown

There's a lunar eclipse that happens every year since the cataclysm, Sam is always super excited to see it since he's a big fan of astronomy events

Val has always felt incredibly sick on those days, ever since he was a child, he usually closes all the blinds and locks himself in the bedroom,

It feels like his blood is trying to claw its way out of his veins

It goes away the next day so it's probably nothing

Sam once developed a strong addiction to a specific cherry smoothie at a dinner and had it every single day for an entire week, he spent the next week in bed from a terrible stomach ache

And finally as a fun Christmas special

For Christmas, Val and Sam usually spend it with Kain and his family plus their friends,

they don't have a christmas tree cause those species of pine trees kinda died out overtime and are pretty hard to find nowadays, and they don't have enough money for a fake one they'll use once, so they just opt to decorate a random houseplant

Anyway sorry this is pretty long 💀 ngl you can bring as many hcs as you want, they could probably have a chance to make it to the canon-

[crehador]

hi! sorry to bother but i had a question about the hypmic lives? i recently got back into the fandom after several years and i wanted to know if there was a general set amount of time we have to wait before the dvds for the lives are for sale? and if its possible to buy any of the previous ones?

hii first of all welcome back to the pit fandom!

you are in the right place with this question bc i definitely know a thing or two about this <- guy who owns multiple copies of every live lol (except the solo lives bc oh god that was expensive)

this'll get long so answer goes under the cut

to start: i am a strong supporter of pirating media you cannot feasibly access otherwise, so don't hesitate to do that. i can't tell you where to actually find the lives online bc i personally do enjoy collecting the physical copies of the lives and throwing my money at the franchise, so i have no idea. but i'm sure they're all out there somewhere if you want to look!

if you are interested in buying them, they'll usually be out within a year of the actual lives taking place. 9th live just released a few weeks back, and 9th live took place nearly a year before that, so sometimes it can be a pretty long wait

10th live may be a somewhat special case because it's the first time we've had multi-angle cameras for the livestream, and i don't know how or if they'll include those on the dvds? i've heard each day is like a 3hr live as well so i'm sure it'll be a big (and pricey) thing even if they don't do anything with the multi-angle camera stuff

in short: i would expect 10th live dvds to be out in about a year, and i would personally guess that they'll cost in the neighborhood of 20k yen at least

(zero out was 16,830 yen on amiami, same price for dvd and bluray, and it seems to me like 10th live is an even bigger live... so i'm expecting it to be more expensive)

if you want to watch 10th live through an official avenue and don't want to wait, it is currently still available for streaming on abema. you can pay for the stream and watch it as many times as you want until the 14th (so there's only a few days left of that) but you'll need a vpn for it to be available in your area (unless you happen to live in japan)

as for the previous lives!

9th live is actually still available on amiami, where i usually get my lives. neither the bluray nor dvd is sold out yet, so you can pick it up that way (but again they are 16,830 yen each)

for older lives, you can generally find them on proxy sites (again, that's only assuming you don't live in japan)

personally i use fromjapan as my proxy. i don't think it's necessarily better than other proxies out there, but it's the one officially affiliated with hypster, which is what i'm mostly buying from lol, so it was just more convenient for me to set up an account there

you can typically find listings for the older lives for quite cheap, sometimes you can even find big lots containing all or most of the lives (usually some cds as well) for a really good price

they also sometimes pop up on mandarake, but won't necessarily be cheapest there

although the prices can be really low (like less than 2k for some lives; for example i just did a quick search and see a copy of six shots for literally only 1,150 yen) keep in mind that there will be shipping! so factor that into your budget as well

one tip on searching, do your searches in japanese (for example search for "ヒプノシスマイク" instead of "hypnosis mic") because sometimes a lot of things don't show up when you search in english. that's the case on fromjapan at least, not sure about other proxies

another tip is do not buy from sites like otaku republic... or whatever it's called, i don't really remember. basically even with expensive overseas shipping, proxies are still so much cheaper, in my experience, than these other sites that mark up prices to absurd rates. like i'll see these english sites selling a doujin for 10,000 yen that you could get for literally 500 yen elsewhere, it's absurd

but ahem yeah tl;dr

10th live dvds should be out in about a year

10th live stream can still be purchased on abema for viewing until the 14th

9th live still available on amiami (possibly elsewhere as well)

older lives best bought through a proxy (fromjapan or whichever you prefer)

keep international shipping in mind if you do not live in japan!

1st live does not exist btw*

2nd and 3rd live are bundled together on one dvd

*like there is no published dvd of it, some footage has been released as part of anniversary celebrations though i'm not sure if that's still available... i'm sure it's somewhere!

[nani-nonny]

I swear nonny am about to go to your house and enter just to ask you; WHY YOU MADE IT SO SHORT?!?!?!/HJ

Ngl, i was watching gameplay of video game call " ghost trick " until i got email notification about your " am blue " it took me half minute to realize it's; 1- from you. 2- it's " I'm blue " fic 💙💙💙💙.

I start reading and what else?! Mf Old timer strick again with LCD, am.so close to tackle that mf to STOP BULLYING HIM!! He had enough!/j

Like the cry bullied baby he is, LCD leaves immediately to his tent to cry leaving the big boys to talk.

Blue chewing the jerky reminded me of that one obnoxious kid who chew gum just so he doesn't focus on the lecture in classroom 🤣

When DMD asked old timer why he get called old timer i felt; 1- bruh moment because " old timer = old as fuck ". 2- What if LCD's turn came up?!? ( now idk what i must get worried about?! LCD get exposed to the rest of the leos or WDS's fic end & bishop... Nani you're torturing me).

So back to the name choosing and no lies or disrespect? I feel you took half of chapter describing what old timer feels whe he got asked the question 😂 it made me think " yo nani are you trying to skip or give little details in the fic?! Answer me! " 🤣

After 24 years, old timer finally answer with he's obviously older which wants me to pull the " you don't say " meme xD

Then here comes the age reveling where i get to know REUNION IS 61!! AFTER THAT IS DMD WITH 49 And WDS is 44 and i bet you money on it; LCD is the youngest!! I just know it!! (Which make it more funny because the middle kids are gonna bully the youngest for begin a killer)

Reunion's Audacity calling them " children " made me laugh, imagine his old ass whenever he regroup with them he say " okay kids/children... " or " kids that's enough " 🤣🤣

And then he turns to LCD's tent and called him out remind me of mom when she says " you're (name doing something) tomorrow " which DOESN'T help me sleep at all.

It would be funny if LCD wasn't sleep but after hearing Reunion's order he REALLY isn't getting any sleep LOL.

AND THEN THE BIG STUFF HAPPENS!! My dude slips and admits he didn't win the war on his first try and man oh man!! He cracked some gears into the two (who knows maybe 3 if LCD wasn't sleep).

And then dipped and left like a dad announcing he's going to get the milk.

Leaving DMD & WDS, am sure WDS WANTS to share about his ghost brothers but after knowing DMD lost everyone... Yeah he said nope to that, NANI YOU'RE TORTURING THEM!!!

Hahahaha! All I’m Blue chapters are about 1-2k words long heheh

Also, you have me on your notifs? :((( thank you /pos

Achilles(LCD) just makes it so easy for Old Timer (Reunion) to tease him. /j Old Timer’s totally not trying to see where Achilles’s limits are so that he knows where are the good places to step in a field of metaphorical landmines /hj

“Nani you’re torturing me” I’m not trying to :) /t

Old Timer is a sentimental old man whose therapist told him it was okay to take a moment to himself to think long and hard. And he’s trying not to spill too much about himself, so he has to take a moment to think or he’ll say too much, as seen at the end of the chapter :)

Yess!!! Age reveal! Old Timer is the oldest at 61, Barbarian (DMD) is 49 (I thought a lot about what his age is and nearly made him 53 because it made more sense for the DMD fic but he also greatly exaggerated his age in his fic so… *shrugs*), and Big Blue (WDS) is the youngest at 44 (he’s currently 1 or 2 years younger in his fic at the moment).

Old Timer’s original age was going to be 70, but I cut him some slack and reminded myself that he’s not that old, I’m unconsciously trying to make fun of him. But he does have some elder rights to call them children, they are almost 2 decades younger than him hahaha

And it would be funny if Achilles (LCD) was awake through it all *sweats and runs away*

And oh how the mighty have fallen! Old Timer slips up his words and spills more than he would have liked hahaha! He really kicked into high gear and left as quickly as he could, can’t risk spilling more beans!

“Nani you’re torturing them!!” Nuh uh /t

[scenekidfancams]

19 Questions {Cuz I accidentally didn't send 20 edition} Ortega (@baphometlovesme) [FFO: Ramirez, Oujia Macc, Old and New eras of Shinigami, and David shawty.)

Ort3ga is a growing underground, hyperpop, digicore and trap metal/dark trap artist from the bay area in CA. His singles upset & obsessed, GOTH STAR (Featuring. Jimbo7) have collective 2k streams on soundcloud, On YouTube his single switch has 3k on one video. So Ort3ga is coming up and is grinding. Taking influences from the current wave of digicore and bubbly trap. His sound is mall goth inspired too. He is sure to be your new favorite rapper.

(ORT3GA HAS NOT PAID FOR A INTERVIEW BUT I HAVE KNOWN HIM PERSONALLY SINCE 2016 SO KEEP THAT IN MIND)

Q. Who are you, and What do you do?

A. I am Ort3ga I make music for depressed people and goth girls I am also 1/3 part of GKZ which is my new group coming 2023

Q. What is 666Lyfestyle?

A. Wow I can’t believe you actually know about this umm... 666Lyfestyle is my clothing brand that I’m trying to get up and running ASAP.

Q. Non Hiphop, Rap or trap influences?

A. A big influence for me non music wise would be definitely Steve O as bad as it sounds he’s a pretty amazing guy and he’s come a long way but lived a fire life. 

Q. Your Style both musically and Fashion wise have changed? What was this shift like or was it always this way.

A. I have always had great style but in the last few years I’ve been spending way to much on my clothes I have been only wearing robin jeans. My music style has changed drastically because recently I’ve become more and more goth and I’ve been trying to make a sound started I call it goth rage music just wait it’ll be big soon.

Q. Who is your biggest influence music or not. A.  A. Ramirez is my idol and I would love to eventually make music with him. it’s a life long goal. A few others are $uicideboy$, lil peep, juicewrld, and pretty much everyone signed to g59, and korn.

Q. You often have done tech and worked on shows, such as system of a down, korn, and many others. Do you have any advice for working class musicians trying to make it in music or anything really?

A. I don’t have nearly as many streams as some of my favorite artists and people I’ve worked with in the industry but my main piece of advice for musicians is to schedule your release a few weeks in advance and have a style that sounds original but also catchy but above all you have to be yourself and make music that you love.

Q. Have you heard of semetary. go listen to him lol this isnt a serious question just a recommendation.

A.  I love semetary my favorite songs by semetary are 10,000 weeping choirs and Pain!

Q. Favorite Goat.

A. favorite goat would have to be Rob zombie or Marilyn Manson

Q. Drain Gang?

A. Shout out bladee and all the Hyperpop goons I love ‘em all and am gonna be releasing more Hyperpop soon.

Q. Any producers or mv directors you'd like to collab with?

A. I would love to collab with Mikey the Magician, f1lthy, and dotcomnirvan

Q. How long did Upset and Obsessed take you? What was the creative process like?

A. It actually took me 2 years to fully complete Upset and obsessed I had a idea for it and a few songs out for it but just in the past year I have got down my sound and banged out the album in about 8 solid months of working. To be honest so many tears went into this album I kept getting my heart crushed by these “wonderful” girls and I needed an outlet so I didn’t lose my shit.

Q. Favorite art or visual influence?

A. My friend ACER the world famous graffiti artist.  he’s just amazing!

Q. Do you like horror movies?

A. I love horror movies! my favorite horror movie is the terrifier if ya haven’t seen it you should definitely check it out at your own discretion.

Q. How do you feel about inspiring people to make music?

A. I hope before I die to inspire at least 500,000 people to do something they love I believe everyone should be doing something they love.

Q. Youtube Recommendations?

A. Trashgang definitely and also go check out my new album on all platforms I love Aidan ross too.

Q. Gas Fast food or recommendations for food in the bay area.

A. There is my favorite burger joint out here is called the Smokehouse if you want good Mexican food the best spot isn’t in the bay it’s in woodland where I used to live it’s called El Jaliscience

Q. Hyphy or Bay area Hardcore?

A. I grew up in south Berkeley and east Oakland and would slap e40 everyday before middle school so imma have to go with the hyphy movement 

Q. Video Games?

A. I’m a warzone demon and I love me some scary games too I recommend outlast.

Q. Any thoughts or anything else? Shoutouts?

A. Shout out Saegoe that mf believed in me when no one else did and I will always have his back a big shout out to Jimbo7, Max Riley, and 9aradox

Check Out Upset and Obsessed.

https://tidal.com/browse/album/261247565

[shitfics]

ontae "my friend needs to see I'm dating someone so they'll stop including me in blind dates-yes, I know we're not dating, but still". I miss you and your writing and I was worried about you, I really hope you're okay

Thank you bb

I hope you're alright too

(Also sorry this ends a bit abruptly...I feel a bit odd posting smut after so long. ^^;)

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Jinki’s mood drops the instant he reads the text lighting up his screen. Yet again, his friend had turned what should’ve been a fun and relaxing night of drinking into a matchmaking ordeal. With a long sigh, he stands and begins the short walk across the building to Taemin’s desk.

He hadn’t wanted to resort to this, but he doesn't have a better idea. Kibum still doesn’t believe that he’s really fine with being single.

When he reaches Taemin’s desk, the screen flickers as he quickly switches out of whatever he’d been looking at. Jinki ignores it and leans over the small partition behind his monitor.

“Would you want to go out for drinks after work, since it’s a Friday?”

“Nah.” Taemin shakes his head. “That new game came out, remember?”

“Could you put it off till tomorrow?” Jinki asks, feeling desperate. "My friend needs to see I'm dating someone so they'll stop including me in blind dates--” When Taemin opens his mouth to interrupt, he holds up a hand to stop him. “Yes, I know we're not dating, but still. I’m desperate to get him off my back."

Resting his chin in his hands, he looks up at Jinki with a raised brow. “I don’t see how me being there will help. Or why you even agree to go on these blind dates in the first place...”

“I don’t! Kibum just springs single guys on me once we’ve already agreed to hang out.” Jinki holds out his phone to show Taemin the offending text. “We made plans yesterday to grab drinks, and only now he tells me he’s inviting some random guy he thinks I’d ‘get along with.’”

Taemin smiles sympathetically. “He’s just trying to help you get over your ex, I’m sure.”

“I am over him.” Jinki tucks his phone into his pocket with a scowl. “But I don’t want to throw myself back out there yet. I want to meet someone organically for a change.”

“Well, good luck with that,” Taemin scoffs. “It’s nearly impossible to meet someone that’s gay and your type without looking.”

“Maybe, yeah. But I don’t care right now. I just want to go out for drinks with my friend...” He grips the top of Taemin’s monitor and sighs, putting on his best pitiful look. “So please come with? I’ll buy you as many appetizers as you want. I know they have those fried pickles you like.”

Taemin stares up at him, as if assessing the authenticity of the offer, before finally nodding. “Fine, I’ll come. Just don’t expect me to put much effort into it.”

“I think just having you there should be deterrent. He’ll assume enough from that.”

Jinki smiles and gives him a quick thanks, then returns to his desk. The rest of the day passes quickly, and when the office closes, Taemin walks with him for the short trip down to the nearby bar. The place is just filling in for the Friday night, and Kibum -- and the poor single soul he’d invited long with him -- are easy to find near the counter.

Kibum smiles when he spots Jinki. “I figured you’d show up soon. Looking forward to the weekend?”

“Obviously.”

Jinki grins back at him, but his smile falls when Kibum pulls the stranger he’d brought by the arm and tugs him closer.

“This is Minho. I met him through a work dinner a while back, so I thought I’d invite him out with us.”

Kibum watches, obviously eager, as Jinki extends his hand to shake Minho’s.

“Nice to meet you,” Minho says.

Jinki smiles back at him. “You too.”

Minho’s handshake is firm, and he’s good-looking and tall, but he seems a few years younger -- not at all Jinki’s type.

The moment his hand is pulled back, Taemin steps forward himself. “Hi, Minho. I’m Taemin.”

Kibum frowns at the interruption to his match-making. “I don’t think we’ve met before. Did Jinki bring you?”

“Yeah,” Jinki says, placing a casual hand on Taemin’s shoulder. “We work together, so I figured I’d invite him along.”

“Oh.” Kibum’s brows rise with interest. “You never mentioned him before.”

Jinki shrugs. “You find my job boring, so I don’t talk about it much.”

“True,” Kibum agrees. He glances to Minho, whose attention has already shifted to one of the soccer games playing on the televisions behind the bar, and frowns. “Have you known Jinki long?”

“About a year now, I think,” Taemin says. He leans a bit against Jinki as he reaches for one of the small drink menus. “But he just started hanging out more outside of work, so we don’t know each other that well yet.”

Kibum’s lip purses his lips, but misses the chance to respond when the bartender approaches them behind the counter and asks them for their orders. Taemin orders a beer without hesitation, and hands the menu to Jinki, who hesitates.

“I’m not sure what I want yet. I kind of want a margarita, but you know I’m picky about the flavor...”

“That’s what I got. Do you want to try it?” Minho offers. He grabs a second straw from the counter and places it in his drink, then slides it towards Jinki.

For a second, Jinki hesitates. Depending on how into the idea of being set up Minho is, accepting this drink might seem like he’s interested -- but he still ends up leaning forward and taking a sip. Taemin can help him avoid that if he needs it, and he’d rather find out if the overpriced drink would be worth the money before spending it.

Moving Taemin aside, he leans down for a sip. The sour burns his tongue, and he quickly pulls away, face scrunched.

“More sour than I thought it would be,” he says, pained. Minho laughs lightly and pats his back.

“Sorry, I should have warned you. They’re known for having extra sour drinks -- would you want me to buy you something else?

“Um--”

Just as Minho’s hand leaves Jinki’s back, Taemin’s hand wraps around his waist. He pulls Jinki close, fingers digging in when their hips bump into each other side-by-side, and smiles at Minho, all teeth.

“I’ll be paying for Jinki tonight. Just tell them to add his drink to my tab.”

Goosebumps raise on the back of Jinki’s neck. Taemin’s eyes seem darker, when he looks at him from this angle in the dim light -- almost possessive -- and being pulled against him makes him seem taller, even though he knows they’re nearly the same height.

A shiver runs up his spine when the grip moves to his hip. Minho says something else to Taemin about their drinks that he’s too dazzled process, then turns away to Kibum, leaving Taemin with a smirk.

He brings his lips close to Jinki’s ear. “I bet he’ll think you’re ‘taken’ now, yeah?”

“Um,” Jinki struggles to find his voice. “Yeah, I guess.”

Taemin eyes him suspiciously. “You don’t sound happy about it. Did you change your mind now that you’ve met him?”

“It’s not that.” Jinki shakes his head. “I just didn’t expect you to get into this enough to act all grabby.”

“Should I not?”

“No, no -- it’s definitely fine.”

His answer comes too fast, making Taemin grin again. “Oh. You like it, huh?”

The stare Taemin fixes him with makes it impossible to lie -- so Jinki finds himself nodding, despite the fact that it makes his face heat.

Taemin’s grip on him tightens. “I never imagined you as the type that likes to be lead around.”

“Well -- I didn’t exactly take you for the assertive type, either.”

Taemin turns away from him to pick up his beer. “There’s a lot we don’t talk about in a work environment.”

When he looks back to Jinki, his gaze is intense -- enough to make Jinki feel undressed in the middle of the bar -- and a second set of goosebumps ripples over his skin. He orders the first strong drink he sees on the menu and slams it back the moment he has it in his hands. He’s not sure if he’s drinking to get over his embarrassment at being read so easily, or to get over his usual self-imposed boundary of never sleeping with coworkers, but it helps.

At some point in the evening, Taemin drapes a possessive arm over him that never leaves, and it takes all his willpower not to make a move right there. Only the pleasant hum in his nerves and the anticipation of letting Taemin decide when and what might happen next keeps him waiting until they exchange farewells with Minho and Kibum later in the evening.

As they watch them walk away from the entrance of the bar, Taemin’s tightens the hand over his shoulder.

“So -- my place, or yours?”

Jinki’s pulse races. “Mine’s closer, I think, but it’s up to you.”

“Closer is better.”

Jinki quickly leads them down the streets towards the high rise containing his apartment. He can't remember the last time he’s been this excited. Taemin is at his heel, leaving him untouched, but he has a feeling that’s only to make walking easier -- a feeling that’s confirmed the moment they slip into the elevator, and Taemin pushes him back against the cool metal wall.

Their first kiss is quick and forceful, just enough to leave Jinki panting when Taemin pulls back to run teeth along his pulseline. “Should I give you a mark on your neck to make sure your friend doesn't think you're free again?

“No, but -- shit, I want you to.” Jinki tugs on Taemin’s hair, directing him lower and pulling aside his collar, until his lips are somewhere that’ll never show in their buttoned-up dress shirts. “Just put it here.”

By the time the doors open, he has the start of a bruise just under his collarbone, and an erection that makes him rush out of the elevator and to his apartment door with Taemin's hand in his.

He fumbles as he pulls out his keys -- from excitement, not nerves -- and nearly drops them when he sees Taemin’s hands appear on the door at the corner of his vision, boxing him in until he finally has the door unlocked. Taemin is flush against his back when they stumble in together, and he doesn’t have a chance to even flick the light on before he’s pushed against the nearest wall. A firm palm curves against his ass once before squeezing tight.

“I fucking love that you get to wear jeans on Fridays.”

[thejilyship]

not in need of  knight

Hey! So I’ve finally gotten around to using the jily prompt generator that I’ve spent half my life making lol

And yes, I know that it’s been months since I’ve posted anything, but that’s just the way things go. They ebb and whatnot. Enjoy. 

Prompt: 

“If they start something, I’m going to finish it.” James said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And if it ends with you in the hospital wing?”

“What do you care?”

“Do you really think I’d bother to argue with you so much if I didn’t care?” Lily said, breathing sharply through her teeth.

wc: ~2k

prompt generator 

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She hadn’t planned on going to the library, this is just where her feet had taken her when she’d balled up her fists in anger and stormed off. If she had put a little more thought into it, she wouldn’t have chosen to come here. With about an hour to go until lights-out, the library was full of older students. And that meant that she was likely to run into just about anyone as she marched through her classmates.

She almost tripped over someone’s bag as she turned sharply down a nearly empty aisle, desperate to get out of the center of the room as she spotted the back of Mary’s head. She ducked around an older Ravenclaw, and sidestepped a younger Hufflepuff, and then she was in the back of the library, where the books on divination sat, completely undisturbed, as always.

She glanced over her shoulder, making sure that no one was following her, or watching her, and then she quickly shuffled through a narrow aisle, walking sideways until she made it to the end. There was a wall of books to her left, and in front of her. The only place for her to go from here, was through a narrow opening on her right.

She’d found this place last year, and she’d taken to hiding here whenever things got to be too much, which seemed to be happening a lot more often lately.

Someone had slid a bookshelf against an alcove, leaving only arm’s length of space between the stone pillar and the bookshelf, effectively making a small, secret room in the very back of the library. Once she made it through the aisle, she turned and stepped into the alcove.

There was a window overlooking the Black Lake, a small stone bench that sat under it, and a blanket that Lily had left there from the last time that she’d been here. It was a worn, knit, blanket that she’d nicked from the common room. Its tassels were a faded gold, and frayed from how often Lily had anxiously worried them.

She didn’t sit down on the bench though, she started pacing the length of the alcove, which was barely four steps before she had to turn around and pace back the other way.

She swatted her hair out of her face before she angrily plaited it with the elastic she kept around her wrist.

“Stupid, Rosier.” She muttered, turning to kick the stone bench. A shock of pain shot through her foot. “Stupid, Mulciber,” She kicked it again. “Stupid, stupid, Potter!” Another kick.

That last kick was more painful than cathartic though, so she clenched her fists at her side, and sat down on the bench, glaring at her foot as though it had offended her by being in pain.

Lily was no stranger when it came to big feelings. She had always been a person who felt things fully. 

But anger had never been very familiar to her. 

When it came, it had always arrived in short, chaotic bursts. Gone as quickly as it had arrived. She’d always had a temper, but for the most part, it had a long fuse, and she didn’t misdirect her anger on stone benches or her poor feet.

She was angry now though. More than that, she was angry all the time. She felt as though she’d been angry for most of the year.

“Evans?”

Lily froze, looking up from her foot to stare at the small gap at the corner of the alcove.

“Evans? I know you’re back here somewhere,” It was James, of course it was, and he sounded close. She couldn’t tell which bookshelf he was behind. Someone must have seen her run back here if he knew that she was in the library at all.

Or maybe he just knew where she was because he always seemed to know where she was.

“Come on, Evans,” His voice sounded much closer, and Lily felt her eyes sting because she knew she was about to be caught. She spun around toward the window so she wouldn’t have to look at him when he found her hiding.

“Evans? How in the world did you find this place?”

“I don’t want to talk to you, Potter.”

“I know.”

She refused to turn around.

“I know you don’t want to talk, but I just needed to make sure that you’re alright, didn’t I? I can’t believe that they’d start something like that in the middle of the corridor- a busy corridor-“

“Stop. Please.” Lily closed her eyes and angrily swiped at her wet cheeks. “I said that I didn’t want to talk.”

They were both quiet for a minute and then James was sitting down on the bench next to her.

“You can’t start shit with them,” Lily’s voice was strained.

“I didn’t start anything,” And Lily wanted to roll her eyes. “You know that I didn’t.” His voice was more determined now. Already, he was losing his patients with her. This is why she didn’t want to talk to him, because what were they going to do, but argue about it?

“You weren’t involved, Potter! I had everything well at hand, and I didn’t need you to step in and play knight in shinning armor.”

“I wasn’t playing- Are you taking the mick right now? They were getting in your face, talking the way they were- if you heard them doing that to someone, would you have just walked on by?”

It was different, and he knew that. He was an instigator. His very presence had caused the situation to escalate. Lily was a diffuser, she knew the right things to say to calm people like Mulciber and Rosier down when they got like that. James wanted to fight.

He must have taken her silence as her conceding his point though, because he turned on the bench to face her more fully. “If they start something, I’m going to finish it.” James said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And if it ends with you in the hospital wing?”

“What do you care?”

“Do you really think I’d bother to argue with you so much if I didn’t care?” Lily said, breathing sharply through her teeth. “You poke and you poke until you find a reason to hex a Slytherin-“

“I heard what Mulciber called you!” James was close to shouting now. “I didn’t do any poking, the bastard-“

“I was handling it!” Lily did shout. She clamped her hand over her mouth and hoped that the musty books surrounding her caught most of the sound. If the librarian found Lily’s hiding spot, she would never forgive James.

They both stood frozen, waiting to see if they were going to be found.

When a couple minutes passed without the shrill sounds of Madam Pince’s stern voice finding them, Lily sighed and slumped against the stone wall behind her.

“I was handling it, James.”

James’ hand went to his hair, and he shook his head. “Why do you think you’ve got to do it all on your own? I know that you could have put both of them flat on their arses, but that doesn’t mean I was gonna ignore what I heard them saying, and it’s not fair that you seem to expect me to.”

It’s different. She thought again. She didn’t know how to explain it to him though, she couldn’t pick the words out of her brain and put them in an order that would make sense to him. He walked around like he was invincible, like nothing could get to him, but she knew that wasn’t true. She’d seen that spell that Severus had used on him last year by the lake before everything had fallen apart, and she knew that he’d perfected it because she’d heard him bragging about it to Avery` in potions.

James was capable, and he was strong, but he was also so good. And throwing a bat bogey hex or a knock back jinx wasn’t going to do much in the face of the dark magic that those boys were studying up. And they might not be at the point where they were openly bragging about wanting to join up with Voldemort and using dark magic in the corridors, but they had used it before. She’d sat at Mary’s bedside after they’d used it on her and listened to Severus tell her that it was just a laugh.

If James didn’t stop, he was going to get seriously hurt. And she wouldn’t let it be her fault.

“I don’t expect you to ignore it, I expect you to not antagonize them. I expect you to back me up, not make the situation worse. When you step in like that- when you pick fights with them, you’re only giving them a reason to retaliate. And what if-“ She wipes at her cheeks again and decides that she has to make this about her getting hurt, and not about him. He’s never cared if his actions cause him to get hurt, but she knows that he would never do anything to hurt one of his friends. “What if the next time they find me, I’m not in a crowded corridor?”

James deflated like she’d taken a needle to a balloon. “Bloody hell, Lily, I’m-“

“No. Don’t.” She interrupted. “I know that you meant well, but I could have done what you did, yeah? Barreling into situations with your wand drawn isn’t the only way to deal with them though. I heard what he called me, I could hear the things they were saying, but attacking them isn’t going to do me any good. Because next time they’ll bring Avery and Wilkes and who knows who else.”

They sit in the quiet again, and Lily took a few deep breaths, watching as raindrops started to tap against the glass.

“They should be expelled. All of them.” James muttered, spinning around so he now faced the window too. “Especially after what happened with Mary last year. And all the shit they keep saying this year.”

“Dumbledore is afraid to radicalize people. If he expels them, then they’re lost. They’ve got no chance to change their hearts.” James scoffed, and Lily agrees, but she can see why Dumbledore keeps them here too. “If Mary had told Dumbledore who attacked her, they would have been expelled.”

“But she couldn’t tell because then Mulciber’s friends would go after her.”

Lily nodded.

James ran his fingers over the blanket that sits between them. “Did you steal this from the common room?”

Lily shrugged. “Maybe.”

“How long has this been your hiding spot?”

“How long have you known about it?” She asked instead of answering. She doesn’t want to bring up what happened by the lake last year.

James smiled at her, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m a marauder, Lily, I know all the castles secrets.”

“That’s a little arrogant of you.”

“Yes, well, I have been told that I have a fat head.” He pushed his glasses up his nose. “You want custard?”

“What?” She narrows her brow and tilts her head at him.

“Custard?” He stands and holds his hand out to help her up. “I swear not to start any fights on the way to the kitchen.”

She took his hand and smiled at him as she let him pull her to her feet. “You mean it?”

“Solemnly.” He promised.

[selfcarecap]

Late Night Movie Theatre Visits [p.p]

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter loves taking care of you.

Warning: SMUT, swearing but when is there not, mentions of a minor ankle injury (from tripping up stairs?), (title’s a little weird, I was gonna put cinema instead of movie theatre but idk the title doesn't really make any sense anyway lol), i didn‘t really edit this

Word count: 2k

Can/Should? be read as a follow up to Late Night Car Confessions

-this is a repost of an old fic-

Peter’s discovered one thing: he loves making you come.

Ever since that first day in the car park where he ate you out, after you gave him a blowjob and nearly got caught by a security guard, he’s found that that he loves eating your pussy.

Yes, he did get you to orgasm that first night but it did kind of take a while and he’s massively improved since then, you don’t exactly hesitate to let him know.

It’s not just oral that he loves, as long as he gets to give you any type of pleasure - he’s in. He makes sure to take every chance he gets at doing so.

It’s the fact that you’re both so honest with each other that he’s got to know all of your turn-ons and sweet spots. It’s not just sexual, Peter loves nothing more than spending time with you and making you happy, that’s what makes him happy. You.

You also happen to find joy in having Peter come undone under you, whether it’s a quick handjob while you’re watching something at home or a thorough blowjob that has his hands buried in your hair and him moaning until you go all the way down on his cock and him spilling his cum down your throat.

But your enthusiasm for making him feel good can’t really compare to his want to make you feel good. Although they kind of go hand in hand.

Your relationship doesn’t only consist of sex, of course. You make sure to check up on each other, always tell the other how you really feel, and you hang out more days of the week than not.

The sexual part is quite spectacular too though.

Remember that Peter takes every chance he gets to get into your pants? That wasn’t a lie.

You and Peter are at the cinema together. As always, you have two of those love-seats, without an armrest in between because you two love cuddling.

The film you were both so excited to see is a little... boring. You’d leaned your head against his shoulder a good thirty minutes ago and since then the plot hadn’t progressed one bit.

The only thing that’s interesting in this big movie theatre to Peter, is you. You and the way your already short-enough skirt rides up your thighs as you slightly shift on the seat next to him.

And it’s really freaking hard not to reach out to touch you when your leg shifts more and your left leg is now placed on top of his right one, skirt nearly high enough to expose your panties.

It’s become so natural how your leg moves on top of his, your arm around his and head still resting on his shoulder.

You cock your head but still look at the screen once his fingers start stroking up and down your leg ever so slightly. When he thinks about it, he can’t find a reason not to touch you.

His touch burns, but only because it’s so light. You want him to touch you, really touch you and it’s like he can read your thoughts as his hand slightly squeezes the flesh, his fingers moving closer to your inner thigh.

This is not ideal.

You’re getting turned on in this huge cinema, loads and loads of people around you.

You’re trying really hard not to get wet at how Peter’s fingers linger only inches from your clothed core. But you know exactly what he’s about to do and you don’t have the willpower to tell him to stop, it’s not like you don’t want it.

It’s becoming a little hard to breathe out of all the frustration of Peter’s hand not moving any further up your leg.

You clear your throat and sit up straighter, spread your legs just a tiny bit and pretend to be adjusting your skirt when you really pull it up an inch or two more and if Peter bent forward slightly he would be in for a great view.

Instead, he understands what you want him to do, and his fingers slowly trail up your inner thigh and soon his finger is right there. You can see the surprise on his face even only out of the corner of your eye, but also the slight smugness as his finger presses right down into the wetness he caused himself.

You can’t help but let out a gasp and grab his arm harder as his finger starts circling your clit through your panties. The motion of his finger paired with the wetness of you nearly makes you come already.

That’s until you see the credits playing on the screen and the lights in the theatre turn on again, the hundreds of people in all the rows getting up, and you manage to stand up just in time before anybody could see the unholy things Peter had just been doing to you.

You stand up, pull your skirt down to its normal length and start marching out of the cinema with an uncomfortable stickiness between your legs. Peter hasn’t even noticed that the film had ended and he chuckles slightly when you storm off, frustrated for being robbed an orgasm.

He knows you’re not angry at him, just annoyed at the situation, so he takes his time gathering his coat and your bag before meeting a grumpy - but absolutely cute - you, with crossed arms at the entrance of the cinema.

“You look cute when you’re angry.” He says, trying not to laugh as he gives you your bag back.

The walk home is long and uncomfortable. Not uncomfortable because of the conversation, just because of the desire between your thighs to have Peter’s hand back there. He would have no problem doing so right here, but you’re outside, in public, it’s not for you.

As always he comes up to your apartment, but you have to make a quick stop while you’re on your way up.

You’re not watching where you’re going, trying not to make it too obvious that you’re walking extra fast to be a few steps ahead of Peter to give him a good view under your skirt.

You trip unexpectedly and although Peter had been completely distracted by your heavenly ass his reflexes allow him to be quick enough to catch you by your hand before you fall completely but your ankle had still bent uncomfortably and kind of painfully.

“Oh my god, sorry I didn’t catch you in time! Does it hurt?” He completely disregards how sexy you are and is way more worried that you’re in pain now.

“No I’m good, just a little-” You have to interrupt yourself as you nearly scream in pain when trying to stand up, putting weight on your twisted ankle.

“Okay let me carry you.”

“No, Peter, I’ll be too heav-“ But you’re lifted up in the air abruptly, feeling light as a feather thanks to Peter’s barely there effort to pick you up. His arm is on your back but the other is touching the skin of your legs, behind your knees and suddenly all the pain subsides and all you can think about is Peter’s hands on your body.

He carries you up the steps easily and after entering your apartment he immediately goes into the living room, setting you down on the couch comfortably.

Before saying anything he goes into the kitchen and comes back with a bandage and some ice.

“Oh, it’s not that bad, Peter. Just get my shoes off please, that’ll be enough.”

He looks at you with concern evident on his face and sits down in front of the sofa, and your legs spread automatically as you sink into the pillows further. Peter’s now between your legs and finally he can see your pink panties and there is still a faint wet stain.

He tries not to get distracted as he pulls your shoes off your feet and after you tell him the ice is enough five times, he tells you your foot should at least be elevated and places your leg on top of his shoulder, giving him an even better view of the place between your legs and if you shifted only a little he might be able to catch a glimpse of your pussy beneath the panties.

You see how his stare lingers there and pull your skirt down between your legs insecurely, you’re sure now that the thing with your foot happened you won’t be getting any tonight. And with the pain it’s not quite the right mood.

Peter seems to disagree.

You watch as his lips touch the skin below your knee. He nuzzles his face into your leg, like you’d usually do with his shoulder.

He seems to sense that you’re really becoming desperate now as you rub your thighs together.

His whole demeanour changes as he also takes your other leg, placing it on his other shoulder and his face moves closer and closer until his head replaces the spot where your skirt would usually be, now pushed up your waist, and he wastes no time before he plants a direct kiss onto your clit through your panties.

“Peter,” you practically moan his name and you don’t know who you’re trying to convince “Now’s not the time…”

“Time for what? This?” He promptly takes his fingers to move the thin fabric of your panties to the side and takes a broad lick from your entrance to your clit and your legs tighten around his head. “There’s always time for this.”

His hands are securely around your thighs as he yanks you further along the couch so his tongue has easier access to your most sensitive parts. His fingers come up to tug off your underwear completely, leaving it hanging loosely by your injured ankle so he wouldn’t have to watch out tugging it off there.

Peter looks up at you and you nod quickly, confirming you want him right now.

He gives you no time to prepare before he starts eating you out like it’s the only thing that matters in the world.

While his tongue draws circles and different patterns on your clit, your hands find his hair and you moan out his name, motivating him only to double up his efforts. You feel yourself get closer quick, having wanted this for so long and finally getting it. You finally tumble over the edge as soon as he starts sucking on your clit harshly and your hands in his hair and your legs around his head tighten, shaking. You let out a few whimpers as you can’t help but grind against his face, riding out your high.

He only starts slowing down as your whole body begins to tremble with over-stimulation and as he pulls back, cum smeared across his lips and smiles at you like someone on cloud nine.

His hand sneaks between your legs again before he delivers two quick, rather painless slaps to your pussy, remaining juices splattering onto his face that he wipes off with his fingers and returns them to his mouth.

You finally tug him up to your face by his hair, setting your feet on the floor next to him carefully, and you both move forward to kiss the other, meeting in the middle for a desperate kiss. You taste yourself on his lips, and it’s nice. An affirmation that you’re his.

After a few more drawn out kisses, he takes your hand in his and slumps down on the couch next to you looking at you dreamily, head resting against the back of the couch.

You reach down to pull your panties back to where they belong and pull your skirt back down again, not that there’s any reason to cover up.

“You want me to..?” You smile suggestively, your hand resting on his thigh.

“Not necessary, baby, I just wanna go to sleep with you.”

And that’s how it goes, you’d never hesitate to return the favour, you love it as much as he does. But for Peter your pleasure is his pleasure.

So he carries you to your bed, where you both snuggle up and sleep. And that’s more than Peter could ever ask for.

[baeshijima]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐲/𝐧

MASTERLIST

now, childe as a general streamer,,, he’s a whale in every sense of the word 

…

poggers—

so childe as a streamer in general would be one word ;

✨chaotic✨

he would definitely be a variety streamer, but more so for games !!

especially pvp and/or pve games

competitive meta mf—

probably plays LoL, overwatch, apex legends, valorant and minecraft

don’t question the minecraft 

he likes mining but has a personal vendetta against the creepers bc once they blew up his mansion 

yes, a mansion

ask any of his community and they’ll tell u he spent a full-blown month and a half playing just minecraft to build it, only for it to go down just like that ;-; 

his chat loved it tho <//3

he’s played honkai too !! mainly for the pve and grinding bc he’s a whale but uh,,, shhh

his community,,, his community are just a bunch of trolls at this point i cant even lie

they just KEKW, SADGE & COPIUM spam everything and the newer viewers get intimidated until they realise he deserves them all HJGKJHF

especially when he starts getting annoyed by the game,,, his reactions are too good to pass up on gn

typically when he does mario kart streams 👩‍🦯 that shit’s wild when it happens oh my

when he falls in rainbow road 🤡 

and especially bc he has his webcam on, his viewers just see him internally dying or wanting to scream

also gets passive aggressive 

shit talks everything and everyone when in that mood <//3

for what’s left of his dignity i won’t disclose what happens

definitely gets jebaited a lot too <//3 unfortunately he’s too easy for his chat ;-;

another mf with a massive community except he has a lot of friends (sorry not sorry albedo)

ppl have a love-hate relationship with him tbh; u either love him or hate him

no inbetween

unless u show ur love through bullying him then go off ig

his discord server, twt + yt are also really big too !! also verified on insta 

also !!

he has lots of plushies :(( esp whale plushies from his community bc he’s the biggest whale they know <//3

but if u look at his setup, there’s a mini whale plushie on the top of his main monitor (he has 3), one big one (like,,, up to his chin) behind him, a smol on the top of his chair so u can see it above his head, and just more off screen HKJSDHL

they asked for a room tour once and half of it was just whale plushies

the rest were LED lights + shelves of merch & gifts from his community !!

he even has some fanmail (actual wholesome ones that aren’t cursed) pinned on a board too 🥺

also has an ensuite—

when he was eating on stream one time, his chat was sent into an absolute outrage

u know why?

bc he was eating noodles with a fork

bby ;-;

so sometimes he’ll get sent those beginner chopsticks with the finger guides to help him 👩‍🦯

he’s actually made sure to eat with them on stream tho bc he was sent one with a narwhal on top and he thinks it’s cute JHGJKH

nOW ONTO THIS MAN BEING WHIPPED FOR U AS A GENSHIN STREAMER !!!!

herkekle

now, his (also) AR56 ass has been playing since genshin first came out

an og if u will

this man,,, he’s been in love with u even before the game’s official release 🐥

not only were u in the promotional art and trailers, but he was also one of the beta testers so he got to try out ur character first hand in the early stages !!

and when i say he fell hard for u,

i mean it 

when the game wasn’t released publicly yet, he wasn’t allowed to disclose any information and ngl, it killed him that he couldn’t talk abt u :((

so all he could do was say this upcoming was really nice so far and subtly brag abt u to everyone JHGKJSDFHLK

when the official ads & promotional art were finally released 🥺🥺 when i tell u he immediately went live talking abt the game and u HKGJHFDK

he didn’t care that he streamed at an ungodly hour bc he’s been waiting for the reveal for so long he needs to let everyone know </3

he retweeted everything from their official twt straightaway, made a yt video based off his spontaneous stream promoting the game + pinged his entire server abt it

yes

his nearly 200k server all got pinged abt this one game bc he���s in love with a character from it

and he has no regrets abt it <33

the day the game was available for download, he stREAMED THE ENTIRE DOWNLOAD PROCESS

while he and his chat were waiting, they decided to watch the trailers and character showcases to get a feel for the game, and played some mario kart to pass the time !!

as soon as the game loaded, he threw mario kart behind him and went on 🐥

he typed his name (ajax) for the when he chose aether and literally everyone was appreciating the aesthetics HKJFS

but childe,,, he was waiting for it to be over so he could see u ;-;

he appreciated the aesthetics, fighting mechanics & voice acting a lot tho !!

now he had gotten through all the tutorials, got all the chests he could he was finally in mond

and there u were 🥺 after the dvalin encounter u arrived before kaeya did

and boy did he show u off sm to his viewers HKJHKLF

they knew he was down bad before but now?? they know it’s hopeless to save him and if he ever falls out of love that’s when the world ends

luckily that’ll never happen tho <33

but he took !! so many !! screenshots !!

oh, and did i mention he changed his wallpapers to u? and his twt + discord pfps are also some very aesthetic screenshots of u from that first scene ;-;

he just appreciates u sm okay 🥺

he even clutched his chest where his heart is and sunk down his chair when he heard u speak 😩

his chat just spammed his downbad + y/nlove + SHRIMP emotes and he accepted them all with grace <33

now when he unlocks the wishing feature,,, u already know he’s wishing for u as soon as possible

ur in the standard banner so ur always there which he appreciates but he would’ve wanted u to be limited so he can rub it in ppl’s faces ;-;

and since it was the first release rewards, he had tons of wishes right off the bat !!

he was gonna roll for venti after he gets u bc,,, well does he need a reason??

also he doesn’t do well with archer characters in general ;;; but if ur an archer then ur obv an exception sooo

bUT he got a 5 star in his first 20 pulls !!

tho it was diluc 👩‍🦯

while he was happy bc he got an incredibly meta character right off the bat,

he wasn’t interested in diluc,,, (even now his diluc is barely looked after, and only used for spiral abyss, *sweats*)

the next 5 star he got was around the 60 mark, and he got a weapon,,,

i mean,,, he got the weapon that was most suited for u so that’s smth at least (ˉ▽ˉ；)

after he used all his remaining primos and fates, he finally got u 🥺

he just went “fuck the storyline” and immediately put u in his party and just

admired u as a whole 

went through all the voice lines available, ur character story, ur idle animations (he had a heart attack from u and his chat clipped it) and took many, many screenshots 

his favourite voice lines would have to be the night + about us + (y/n)’s hobbies

and then he equipped u with ur weapon and damnnn did u look so good with it 😩

he changed u to be his avatar, with his signature as :

“(y/n)’s whale <3”

and now the whaling process begins 👩‍🦯

after at least £2k, he got u to c6, along with at least 1 copy of all the standard 5 stars,,

then he went for venti’s banner—

his chat were just too focused on how he’s gonna play u to even think of anything else tbh HKJAH

with ur kit, u were honestly seen to be a dps or even a sub dps if ppl don’t want u on the field all the time

so definitely a perfect character for mr meta strimmer tartaglia (his twitch name btw ;;; childe is just smth he prefers his community to call him as but they also call him ajax too HKJSD) here

so he went through the archon quests with u as his carry and i won’t lie, ur name card is smth he has printed and framed behind him after he got it 🥺

he later finds out ur part of the fatui in the liyue archon quest tho and has to fight u with,,,

well, u ;;;

he finds it hot tho so it’s okay—

i won’t lie tho, his zhongli after he got him is his second strongest after u

he just builds all his characters in the most broken way he can so he can show his viewers that everyone can be a dps in their own right, not just the ones meant to be since there’s no right or wrong in this game !!

but now ur weapon is r5, ur lvl 90 and u have lvl 20 5 star artifacts that make u the most broken (y/n) seen

ppl who co op with him are honestly baffled,,, especially when the feature of them being able to view other players’ character stats become available,,,

u with ur nearly 3k atk,,,

he’s hit over 600k with u tho and he’ll always flex that

no one can top him as a (y/n) main and that’s honestly just a fact at this point 😩

when he saw that the dating sim hangouts was official, his immediate and iconic response was simply ;

“so when will (y/n) become a dateable, huh 🤨”

to this day he’s still waiting to be able to date u in-game <//3