#why couldn’t I find any better quality pictures

[ancientbread]

STRONG contender for Outfit of All Time

[totowlff]

extra — bliss

➝ toto is grinning like a goofball. and it didn't go unnoticed.

➝ word count: 4,6k

➝ warnings: none

➝ author’s notes: this is, probably, my favorite chapter to date. you will know why.

The image on Toto's cell phone screen looked straight out of a dream. At the edges of the shot, his fingers were holding up a small glossy rectangle with an image printed in black and white. It wasn’t high-quality or high-definition, but it was probably Toto’s favorite picture on earth.

The subject featured a slightly elongated white blob, resting at the bottom of a dark oval. On the bottom of the picture, there were a series of lines in consistent peaks and valleys, depicting a heartbeat. It was the absolute proof that he wasn’t just imagining things.He was going to have a child.

“A child with her”, Toto thought, as he thought about the way Cassie smiled at him as she told him the news a few Sunday evenings prior. The memory of it made something feel warm in his chest.

While Toto was in Barcelona for the Spanish Grand Prix, he’d called Cassie to find out how her appointment went at the fertility clinic. She’d been scheduled for a blood draw and an exam that day ahead of their second try at IVF conception after a first attempt failed. While they were on the phone, Toto could hear a certain hesitation — maybe fear — in the tone of Cassie’s voice. His first thought was that something was wrong, but Cassie didn’t say.

It made the entire weekend drag on for what felt like an eternity. Despite his efforts to keep focused on his duties with the team that weekend, he felt internally consumed by anguish and anxiety. During debriefs, he found his mind wandering to what would happen when he would go to Cassie’s flat upon arriving back in Oxford. He feared the worst — that whatever caused their first attempt to fail was a bigger problem than expected and would prevent any future attempts at conception, putting an end to their shared dream.

He also couldn’t bear the possibility of seeing Cassie in the state he’d found her in when he returned home from Bahrain. She had been devastated by the failure of their first try, in tears, talking about how big of a failure she was. Her sadness that night was like a knife in Toto’s chest, so profound was the heartache he felt for her, and for himself. He hoped he wouldn’t ever have to see her that sad again, he was sure of that.

He tormented himself by imagining every possible scenario for the entire flight back to the UK, and for the entire drive into her neighborhood in the north of Oxford. He steeled himself, fully prepared to see Cassie just as she was on that terrible night in April.

When she answered the door, though, all appeared fine. It eased his heart a bit. 

— Good evening, Cassie — he said.

— Good evening — she replied, a peaceful expression on her face — Come in.

He stepped into the flat and took his shoes off by the door, glancing around the living room to see if it was like last time, with discarded tissues, empty wine bottles, and various forgotten messes. He was relieved to see that it looked neatly organized like it usually was, just a white box on the coffee table and an episode of some television series he wasn’t familiar with paused on the screen.

Toto heard Cassie’s footsteps behind him, and turned to face her. 

— Well, I was going to stop by today anyway, but you said you needed to talk to me, so I decided to stop by before I went home.

— Yes, I needed… I need to.

— Well, I'm here.

His chest tightened at the awkward silence.

— Cassie, is there something wrong? Did something show up on your blood test?

— I think you'd better sit down — she replied, her voice thin. 

Nobody ever said that unless they had bad news. Toto’s stomach lurched. “This is it. It’s all over”, he thought.

— Cassie, I'm not going to do anything until you tell me what’s wrong. Please, tell me.

Then, it got worse. Cassie's eyes filled with tears and her bottom lip started to tremble. Without a second thought, Toto took two steps forward and placed his hands on her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks.

It was painful to see her crying, but seeing her crying and not knowing why was even worse. After urging her to explain, Cassie took a deep breath, laying her hands on his wrists.

— There was… A change in the hormone levels on my blood test.

— What kind of change?

— The level of a hormone called ‘hCG’ is… Elevated — she whispered.

Toto had read a lot about the IVF process. He'd been with Cassie for almost every appointment since he'd cast his lot into this endeavor and had done his own research so he’d know exactly what Cassie was dealing with. He’d read more about hormones and the human reproductive system than he’d ever cared to and he knew she wasn't taking any medication or receiving any hormone injections for her body to reset itself before a new IVF cycle. He couldn’t ever remember seeing anything or hearing anything mentioned about a hormone called hCG, which made things even more frightening. 

— Is that serious?

— Well, it depends.

— Depends on… What?

— How serious is a child for you?

Toto's heart leapt in his chest. Was she implying what Toto thought she was implying? He couldn’t have heard that right. She couldn’t have just said something about a child.

— What? — he managed to stammer.

— I'm pregnant — Cassie said, as more tears streamed down her face. There was no sadness in her eyes, quite the opposite. She had a wide smile on her face — We're having a baby.

Toto took a few seconds to process her words, his eyes fixed on hers, searching for any indication that she was kidding. After so much pain, so much fear, so many doubts, the last thing Toto wanted was for this to be a joke.

But Cassie had been to the doctor, had the tests done, talked to the clinic staff. She wouldn't say that if it wasn't true. She wouldn't joke about this. “It's real, my God, it's real”, he thought, as the smile grew on his face, his anguish metamorphosing into pure joy.

 He took his hands off of her face and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off her feet, twirling Cassie into the middle of the room. He laughed aloud, the certainty that this was the happiest a man could be in his life growing inside his chest.

His dream had come true.

He was going to be a father.

Since then, everything in the world seemed a little more alive, more vibrant, more beautiful. All he could think about was Cassie and the way she smiled and laughed as he twirled her around her living room, happiness etched on her face. Any problems or unforeseen events at the factory did little to affect his mood, and apparently, his happiness was quite visible. 

— Toto?

Casting a sidelong glance across his desk, he realized he was rambling about something while Ola Källenius was sitting in front of him, one eyebrow raised over her rectangular glasses.

— Yes?

— Is everything okay?

— Everything's great, why?

— It's just that you seem distracted today — the executive said, taking a sip of the coffee that was still left in his cardboard cup. 

Toto flushed a bit in embarrassment.

— I'm sorry, Ola — he quickly responded, running a hand through his hair — It's just… I got some news yesterday and I'm still processing it.

The man's expression softened.

— Well, I hope it’s a good thing, you seem very happy.

— Yeah, it's really good. I think it's the best news I've ever received in my life.

— The best news, huh? Has Lewis decided to sign a lifetime contract?

— I'm going to be a father, Ola — Toto answered, without hesitation, before realizing what he had done. He and Cassie had agreed not to tell anything to anyone until a few months in, until after the risk for miscarriage or other had passed. However, Toto’s excitement had gotten the better of him. Ola grinned widely at him. 

— This is fantastic, congratulations, Toto! — he said, reaching out to give his shoulder a friendly squeeze — Do you know the sex yet? Is it a boy or a girl?

— No, we don’t know yet, we haven't done any imaging or anything...

— Oh, so is recent?

— Yeah — he said, doing some quick mental math, trying to ignore the image of Cassie writhing in pleasure that filled his mind — A month, maybe a bit more.

The man smiled beside him.

— You were lucky to find out early, then. But, do you have a preference as far as the sex goes?

— Well, no. But, I think if I could choose, I’d like to have a little girl.

— I thought you'd like a boy to accompany you on paddock adventures.

— There’s nothing that stops a little girl from liking racing, right?

— Indeed — Ola replied, laughing.

The two talked a little more about parenting, with the executive sharing some anecdotes and stories about the children he had with his partner, Sabine. Hearing Ola talk about his children made a strange anxiety settle in his chest.

It wasn’t just the anticipation of finding out if they were having a boy or girl, it was wondering what the little person growing inside of Cassie would be like, in general. It was the anticipation of meeting someone that he didn’t know, but already loved so deeply. Would the baby be serious and driven like Toto, or would they be a free spirit like Cassie? Would they be more athletic, or more artistic? 

There was one thing Toto was sure about, however.

“You’re going to be as beautiful as your mother”, he thought, smiling at the phone's screen, where the ultrasound image continued to glow, foreshadowing the entire life Toto and his child would have together.

— What are you looking at that has you smiling like that? — a man said, bringing Toto out of his thoughts. Looking up, Toto found Niki Lauda staring at him from the other side of the plane’s seat. His blue eyes shone with curiosity. They were on a plane, flying to the Azerbaijan Grand Prix in Baku. He usually did his best to avoid keeping his attention glued to his phone while he was on flights to and from races, to give himself time to decompress and let his mind wander, but all he could think about was Cassie and the baby she was carrying.

Since he had joined the Mercedes operation, the former driver was usually at his side, during races, debriefs, and flights to and from races. Toto had always admired him both on and off the track. His vision and courage never ceased to amaze him. Despite Niki saying he didn't have any friends, Toto was proud to be the exception.

As Niki’s friend, Niki knew quite a bit about Toto’s life.

He was one of the few people who knew about the entire history of Toto’s love life. There had been a few times that Niki had teased him about still being single, and good-naturedly offered to introduce him to one of Birgit’s friends, but Toto had refused. He was fairly certain that a blind date set-up wouldn’t be the way he would find the right person, and had expressed that to Niki, telling him that he wanted someone who was looking to start a relationship with, not just a casual date or hookup.

One thing Toto appreciated about Niki was how understanding he was. However, he wished he had been a little more than usual when he told his friend about his plans to have a baby with Cassie. He had already mentioned her to Niki on enough occasions for the man to suggest that Toto should ask her out on a date if he was in such a mood to “dip his pen in the company ink”. However, when Toto told him about their plans to pursue IVF conception, Niki immediately shot the idea down, telling Toto that he thought it was a stupid idea.

“Is it so stupid to want to fulfill a dream?”, he remembered asking himself.

— I'm looking at a picture — Toto replied, containing his smile a little.

— A pretty picture, by the looks of it.

— The prettiest I've ever taken, I think.

— Care to show me? — Niki asked, smirking.

Toto turned his phone towards his friend, mentally preparing himself for his reaction, which could be anything between joy and absolute bewilderment.

The former driver leaned back in his seat, narrowing his eyes as he studied the image. The following silence was longer than Toto would have expected, causing anxiety to tie knots in his stomach.

— Is that a baby?

— Well, technically it's a six-week old embryo, but you could say that it’s a baby.

Niki looked up at him.

— It's yours? — he asked. Toto just nodded, which made a small smile appear on his friend's face — So you went ahead with your plan with that girl, what's her name again? Alexandra?

— It's Cassandra, Niki. And yes, we went ahead with our plan and had our first round of IVF…

— And you got a positive at the first time? — Niki said, cutting him off. He looked impressed — If I can say one thing, you guys were lucky. When Birgit and I decided to have children, we had to go through three rounds before we got the twins, and it only worked once she changed one of the medications she was taking.

Toto pursed his lips hesitantly.

— But, I remember that the feeling of seeing the two lines on the pregnancy test was incredible. I started to cry when I saw the result, even after so long. I realized that day that I hadn't lost my enchantment with the world...

— The first attempt didn't work out, Niki.

Niki looked at him, confused.

— Oh, so, it was the second, then…

— We, uh… Didn’t get the chance to go ahead with the second round…

A few seconds later, his expression lit up as he connected the dots.

— Did you fuck?

— Niki! — exclaimed Toto, exasperated. He felt his face heat with embarrassment. He didn't like talking about his sex life openly, not even with people who knew him intimately.

— Toto, you just told me that you went ahead with your stupid plan and it didn't work, but there's a picture of an ultrasound on your phone and you've been smiling like a goofball since you boarded this jet, so I can only assume that you two fucked or this Sandra...

— Cassandra — Toto said, correcting him quietly.

— Cassandra, whatever, is the new Virgin Mary, and this baby of yours will be the second coming of Christ.

Toto sighed, defeated.

— We slept together...

— I knew it — the ex-driver said, chuckling in satisfaction.

— But it was only once, at her flat, when I got back from Bahrain. I hadn’t heard from her during the entire flyaway, so I went over to check on her. Cassie was devastated that it didn't work out and I felt awful that I hadn't been there for her, that I hadn’t given her the support that I’d promised I’d give her in the beginning…

— So, you decided to give her your support in bed?

— No — Toto replied quickly, as he realized that was exactly what had happened. Cassie had said she needed him and he hadn't had the heart to say no to her — Well, not exactly. She started saying that the things her parents said about her were right, that she was useless, that she couldn’t even do the basic things expected of her, that…

Suddenly, it felt as if all of the emotions that Toto had dammed up had found a way out, and he couldn’t stop himself from telling Niki everything.

— I told Cassie that she wasn't useless, but an admirable, courageous woman, capable of anything she set her mind to. And I told her not to feel bad, that we could try again. I promised that I would give her a child. And after all of that, she just… Kissed me.

— And you kissed her back, I imagine.

— I — he hesitated for a few seconds — Well, I didn’t really mean it to happen that way. I didn't want to take advantage of a moment as delicate as that. She was sad, and frustrated, she hadn’t slept well in days. But she said she needed me, that she wanted me. I couldn’t bring myself to say no.

— So, you dipped your pen in the company ink.

— Niki — Toto muttered, in a scolding tone.

— You know I think that’s a bad idea, right?

— That’s funny, considering that you met Birgit when she was a flight attendant for Lauda Air, right?

— It was NIKI, but that’s beside the point.

— That’s exactly the point! You’d been dating less than a year before she gave you one of her kidneys, because she loved you and you needed one.

— No, the point here is that you had sex with Addie…

— For fuck’s sake, Niki, it's Cassie! — Toto grumbled. He was starting to get frustrated. Her name was so simple to remember, he couldn't understand why Niki was having so much trouble getting it right. It wasn’t as if Cassie was a stranger to Niki, that he’d never met her before. 

— Okay, you fucked Cassie and got her pregnant on the first try. That’s pretty remarkable.

— Why do you think that’s remarkable?

— Because, I was with Marlene for almost ten years before we managed to have Lukas, and Birgit and I only had the twins after we had IVF ourselves. Three rounds, like I said.

— What about Christoph? — he asked. Christoph was Niki's third son, with whom he had no contact. The boy’s mother, who Niki had an extramarital affair with in the 1980’s, requested that Niki not be involved in his life. The affair eventually culminated in Niki and Marlene’s divorce. 

— Well, that took a few tries, too, not that I was trying to get her pregnant. But, given that, I can assure you that… How do I say this… Hitting a bullseye with your first shot is impressive. 

— Thanks, I guess — Toto mumbled. There was something strange about talking about it like he and Cassie ended up having a casual fuck at her apartment that resulted in an unexpected pregnancy.

The fact that they had sex was unexpected, but there was nothing casual about it, that was one thing Toto was sure of. He’d had brief flings with a few women that resulted in some no-strings-attached sex, but this didn’t feel like that. There was something different in the air, in the way Cassie looked at him, the way she touched him, the way she kissed him. It wasn’t just a casual fling. It was something Toto could neither define nor explain, but it was definitely unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life.

— So, does that mean you two are together? — Niki asked

— No, no. We are still friends, not...

Niki chuckled.

— So, you’ve convinced yourself that you’re still just friends with her?

— Yes, because we are friends, Niki…

— Toto, you clearly like her.

— Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn't be building a family with her.

— Then it's more serious than I thought — he muttered, crossing his legs to left his right ankle on his left knee. 

— More serious? What are you talking about?

— Toto, you love this woman.

The word knocked the breath out of his lungs, a shiver running down his spine.

Love was a strong word for Toto. It wasn’t like he didn’t feel love, or was shy about expressing it. He loved his mother, sister and nephews. He loved the friends he had known at different times in his life. He loved his team, his job, and motorsport. But Niki was referring to a different kind of love.

It was a kind of love he hadn't felt in a long time, not since… Julia. 

Her name was Julia Hirsch, and she was the first and last woman that Toto loved. She had a degree in economics and had been working at the Vienna Stock Exchange for a few years when they met in 2005 through mutual friends. Toto was enchanted with her from the moment they met. She had dark blonde hair, a soft, kind face, and light blue eyes. They started dating, and it didn’t take long for them to fall in love, and for them to start talking about marriage and children. 

A few years before that time, though, a friend of his asked him if he was interested in getting back into racing as a hobby, mostly rallying, but some GT and endurance racing as well. He found a way to make it all work together, and Julia was supportive, but eventually, he started taking racing more seriously, and found himself spending more time away from home. A distance grew between him and Julia, and Toto only realized how serious the situation was after his accident on the Nordschleife, in 2009. 

He was attempting to break a lap record there for GT cars. When he regained consciousness at the hospital in Adenau, he was a little surprised to not see her at his bedside. Nobody had told Julia of the accident. The racing team he was with that weekend didn’t know that he was in a relationship. It was as if she didn’t exist in that part of his life.

He knew something had to change. After all, he knew he wouldn’t be able to play with race cars forever, and the experience of riding in an ambulance and trying to figure out if he could feel his legs or not hastened his decision to hang up his helmet for a bit. 

He was transferred to a hospital in Vienna, and Julia did come visit him, furious and worried. It was then that he realized how close he was to losing her, and that his life needed a change.

They talked for a few long hours in his hospital room, both of them resolving to repair their relationship, but neither of them really knew how. Toto gave up racing, and Julia cut her work schedule back, and stayed in his penthouse to help him with his recovery. She never returned to her own condo. Six months later, after he was given a clean bill of health, Toto proposed. She accepted, and they started planning their wedding.

In time, Toto realized that he couldn’t stay away from racing altogether. He didn’t get back in a car again, but he had made a successful career out of investing and finance, so he married his interests and invested in a racing outfit called HWA, which managed Mercedes’ entries in the Deutsche Tourenwagen Masters Championship in Germany.

Then, an opportunity to invest in a Formula 1 team called Williams Racing came about, which eventually turned into a seat on the team’s executive board. He resumed his routine of traveling and spending a lot of time away from Vienna. Julia wasn’t exactly happy about it, but at least he still came home to Vienna, and to her.

The last straw was when he received the offer to buy a one-third share of the Mercedes F1 team, and for him to become the CEO and team principal of the F1 team. He would have to move to England, because that’s where their base was. It would also mean long hours of travel on race weekends, sometimes back-to-back.

Julia said that she couldn’t stomach the idea of starting a family with someone who was away so much, but asked Toto for a few days so she could think about whether she wanted to move to the UK with him. Toto, of course, told her to take all the time she needed. A month before the move, he returned to his penthouse to see Julia’s things gone, and her engagement ring in its box on his kitchen counter. That was her answer.

Julia had slipped through his fingers, without even saying goodbye.

That had been the last woman he had loved in his life. As he sat in his half-empty apartment with all of his things boxed up for the move, Toto realized that his plans had gone down the drain. He couldn’t blame her, he supposed, but he still loved her.

Julia was the one he was going to marry, to have children with, to spend the rest of his life with. There was no more Julia, but there was Cassie, and she made Toto feel something achingly familiar, an emotion that he hadn’t felt in a while, but was too afraid to put a name to. 

He hung on to the ring for a year while he grieved, but after the team won its first championship under his ownership, he decided that he needed to move on. He sold the ring to a jeweler in London that gave him a decent price for it. He went on a few dates after that, none of them resulting in much. Eventually, he just decided to focus on work, because that made him happy, and that was enough for the time being. 

— Niki, I think you’re imagining things.

— I'm not imagining anything, I'm just stating facts as I see them. You love this woman.

— I don't — Toto paused for a few moments. He couldn’t gather the courage to even utter those words — Look, I like Cassie. I like her a lot. She's my friend and, soon, she's going to be the mother of my child. We're going to have a family together, so...

— That, right there. That’s how I know you love her, Toto.

He blinked.

— What do you mean?

— The fact that you say that you’re going to have a family with her.

— But that’s what it is. We’re having a child together, that’s having a family.

Niki shook his head.

— If there's anything I've learned, it’s that having a child with someone is the easy part. Fuck some woman without protection at the right time of the month, and nine months later, you’ll have someone that calls you daddy and asks you to play peek-a-boo with them, but having a family is so much more than that.

Toto glanced out the jet’s window, thoughtfully. He wasn’t sure if he followed.

— Trust me, I’ve done both. I've had children with three different women in this life, but I’ve only had a family with Marlene and Birgit. It’s about more than just having a bit of fun, or even making a baby together. I was only able to have that with them because I felt a deep love for them. I still do, actually, and I'm sure they feel the same way about me. That's the big difference, Toto.

— Love?

— Exactly. Which is why, the moment you tell me you're going to have a family with Callie — Niki paused for a second while Toto opened his mouth to correct him — Cassie, I mean. It means you love her enough to face this challenge together with her and not separately, like me and Christoph’s mother did.

Something in those words carried Toto back to the day Cassie told him about her plan to have a baby on her own. Knowing more about the terrible relationship she had with her own family, he concluded that he had been right to offer to participate in the process. But Toto knew he had a deeper reason, one that didn't involve his own desires or the things that happened to him and his sister during their childhood. 

He wanted to make Cassie happy. He wanted Cassie to fulfill all of her dreams. He wanted Cassie to see herself the way he saw her. He wanted Cassie to love herself as much as he loved her. 

— You're wrong, Niki — Toto said abruptly, turning in his seat away from the older man — I like Cassie, we're friends, and that’s all it is. End of discussion.

[ossifer-bones]

20 + chasefield (i think that's their ship name?) for the fic ask game!

i whipped this up in about an hour and i really had fun with it! alt timeline chasefield my beloved <3

“Don’t lie to me.”

Victoria feels her insides curdle at the words. It’s a two-tone feeling composed of the dread of being seen right through and that nervousness she always feels when she hears Maxine talk like that, words honeyed and dripping with smugness. Maxine is always like that around her, wearing the grin of someone who knows something you don’t. It’s infuriating.

She meets that familiar mocking smile on Maxine’s face with her signature annoyed glare that usually makes people shrink away from her. It’s a good attempt, but she knows right away that the heat she feels rising in her cheeks ruins the image. Something like that won’t just slip by Maxine's radar.

Maxine confirms her fears as she leans in closer, ignoring her expression, placing her hands on Victoria’s desk as she shrinks the distance between them, and drops her voice to a conspiratorial tone. “I actually think it’s cute that you care so much. It means you’re passionate.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Max—” Victoria relishes the brief flicker that mars the teasing smile, a small victory, the crack in that frustratingly pretty and freckled veneer—“because I couldn’t care less. It’s one contest.” She curls her lip. “If you think winning once is any sort of proof that you’re the better one out the two of us, then you’re dreaming.”

She doesn’t know why Maxine’s such a weirdo about getting her name shortened, but it’s the only weak spot that the girl has which she knows about. Victoria hates having to rely on it for that reason: using it is always a cheap shot, a fallback for when she has nothing else. Cutting words have always come easy to her but there’s something about Maxine that makes her falter, forcing her to either stay silent or risk stumbling over her words in front of the one person who’s unafraid of capitalising on the opportunity.

The flicker of annoyance passes and Maxine gets that fucking look on her face. That thing she does whenever she’s about to take a picture where she widens her eyes slightly and suddenly becomes so present, when the blue of her irises turns a striking shade and her gaze threatens to pierce through whatever she’s focused on. This time Victoria is the subject of her unadulterated attention, and there’s no camera in her hands to obscure the intensity of her expression.

“I never said I thought I was the better one, Tori.” She tilts her head and frowns, a crease forming between her eyebrows. Her voice takes on a new quality. She still sounds smug, unbearably so, but that ever present rasp makes itself known a lot more keenly and it is the exact opposite of what Victoria needs to hear right now. “If that’s what you’re really scared of… I could always partner up with you and show you a few techniques? You have a good eye for detail, but sometimes you miss out on giving your framing a little personal touch, you know?”

Fuck. She’s talking about photography. Don’t fucking go there, you perv.

“You know where to find me. Just drop by after classes today.” She pauses, uncomfortably close to Victoria, and her words take on an entirely new meaning when her voice drops even lower and becomes a breathy whisper that completely changes the mood of the conversation. “Consider it.”

Those two words ring in Victoria’s ears as Maxine walks away before she can muster a reply, and continue to do so for the rest of the lesson. And the next.

Consider it.

They’re on her mind when she knocks on Maxine’s door, two hours after the last class of the day, and gets pulled inside by her wrist. She learns a few things that night, none of which involve using a camera.

It still doesn't feel like a victory.

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[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

single dad alec, dr magnus bane. lil rafe needs stitches 😢

“Daddy, it hurts.” 

Alec’s heart broke at his son’s cries.

He had taken Rafael to the playground, and his son was on the see-saw with another kid. Alec had received a call, and his attention had wavered for all but two seconds, but before he knew it, the other parent had pushed the see-saw down suddenly, throwing Rafael off, who was up in the air on the other side. 

Rafael had fallen down on his right shoulder, and it seemed like he had broken it.

Alec felt so incredibly guilty about his recklessness.

He shifted Rafael in his arms and kissed the top of his head.

“I know, baby. I know. I promise you it will be better in no time. We’re going to see a doctor and they will fix your arm okay?” He said softly.

Rafael hiccuped and nodded against his shoulder. 

“I don’t want stitches.” Rafael sobbed again. 

As young as Rafe was, he wasn’t someone who easily shared his pain with others. He was too much like Alec that way. 

So to see his son cry so easily kind of broke Alec’s heart.

“Ssshhh, Rafe. I promise you it’s going to be okay soon.” He assured his son.

The boy sniffled against his shoulder.

Alec walked towards the reception of the hospital and asked for a doctor.

“Dr. Bane is taking patients right now, I can get you an appointment with him.”

“Sure. Where can I find him?

The nurse pointed to the right corridor.

“Third room from there.” 

Alec was about to leave, but he turned toward the receptionist again. “Is this Dr Bane good with kids? My son is really scared of needles.”

The woman smiled at her. “Dr. Bane is the best pediatrician you can find.” 

Alec didn’t really care about the best.

People who were best at something were not always necessarily nice. 

Best did not equate to kindness. 

“And he’s great with kids. Your son will be in good hands.” She added gently.

Alec nodded and walked in the direction.

He knocked on the door, and a voice from inside asked him to enter the room.

Alec shifted Rafael in his arms slightly and walked in.

While the room had the same pattern as any other doctor’s office, there was a very warm quality to it. 

There was a wall that was covered with more than a few dozen pictures of children with their names and age written. 

There was a man in the picture with all the children, and Alec couldn’t stop staring.

He looked beautiful.

What in the Grey’s Anatomy hell was this? 

“Rafe. Hey buddy. We’re here.” He murmured softly in Rafael’s ears.

The boy clutched tighter onto his shoulders and buried his face in Alec’s neck. 

“Hey, so what do we have here?” The man who was sitting with his back facing the window outside with a file in his hand turned and asked.

As soon as the man turned, Alec stopped breathing. 

Holy fuck.

Dr Bane was a billion times more beautiful in reality.

Grey’s Anatomy could never. 

“Uhh…hi. This is Rafe. My son.” Alec stuttered. “He fell off the see-saw and broke his arm.” 

Magnus’s eyes softened at the boy. “Hi little man, will you turn around for me?”

Rafael tightened his hold around Alec’s neck. “Daddy—no.” 

Alec ran a gentle hand up his back. “Rafe. You gotta let the doctor see your arm.”

His son shook his head against his shoulder and mumbled something.

“You’re a cute one aren’t you?” Magnus said in a sweet voice.

“You’re cuter.” Alec replied, and then his eyes widened in horror when he realised he said it aloud.

Fuck. Oh, fucking hell.

This was why Alec was a single father.

Magnus blushed and let out a chuckle. 

“Oh my god. That was so inappropriate. I’m so so sorry.” Alec said. “Please don’t refuse to see my son just because his dad is an idiot.” 

“Are you always this charming?” Magnus giggled, and why did a grown man giggling made him feel so soft. 

“Well, I’m not always an idiot.” He replied.

Rafael sniffled against his shoulder again, and Alec remembered again why he was here—his son was hurt. 

Magnus’s eyes softened at Rafael. “Rafael. Will you turn around a second for me?”

Alec thought that Rafael would refuse again, but for some reason, the boy nodded. Slowly, Rafael lifted his face from his dad’s neck and turned towards Magnus.  

Magnus’s eyes crinkled at the corner. “Hi.”

“Hi.” 

“How’s your arm, darling?”

Rafael sniffled, but he was peering at Magnus thoughtfully for some reason. “Hurts.”

Magnus nodded. “Can you sit on that bed for me? I’ll need to check your arm. I promise I won't give you any needles.”

Alec shifted Rafe in his arms to take him to the bed, but the body patted his chest lightly, motioning to put him down.

Alec frowned and put Rafael down on the ground, and his son happily walked to the bed and sat there.

He smiled at Magnus.

Weird.

Rafael didn’t listen to anybody but Alec. 

Magnus stepped forward and started checking Rafe’s arm.

“You won’t need an injection for now. I’m going to put on a shoulder bandage so there’s no movement. But otherwise he’s good to go.” Magnus announced.

Alec let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god.” He took Rafael’s hand in his and kissed it softly. “You’re okay buddy. See? No needles.”

He took Rafael in his arms back and thanked Magnus.

Magnus took out a chocolate bar from his drawer and handed it to Rafael.

“Oh, Rafe doesn’t like chocol—” Before Alec could finish Rafael took the chocolate bar from Magnus and started eating it. 

The fuck?

Rafael hated chocolates. Refused to eat it even if his life depended on it. 

“Say thank you to Dr. Bane, Rafe.” 

Rafe waved his small hand and asked Magnus to come closer.

The other man raised an eyebrow but did as he was asked. “Closer.” Rafael repeated. 

Magnus closed the remaining distance between the three of them were barely inches apart.

Alec looked at Magnus’s beautiful face, and for a second, he forgot who he was or where he was. 

Only someone like him would get a crush on his son’s doctor.

“Rafe?”

Rafael leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Magnus’s cheek, and the doctor’s face gleamed in surprise.

“Thank you, Dr. Bane.” Rafael blushed. 

“Can I keep him?” Magnus grinned.

You can keep me.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

The two of them thanked and left.

A few days later, Alec got a call from Rafael’s school that he had fallen off the stairs while running and broken his leg.

Alec had been horrified and immediately cancelled his meeting to take his son to Magnus.

“Rafe, how did you break your leg not a week after breaking your arm?” He asked softly.

Rafael just sniffled against his chest.

“He’s a troublemaker isn’t he?” Magnus asked in surprise as soon as he saw Rafael.

“He usually isn’t. But he’s only 5 so.” He replied, his voice gentle.

Alec hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Magnus all week. 

It had been difficult to do anything else, which was surprising since Alec had never felt anything about anyone. 

And he had met the man once, for crying out loud.

Magnus checked Rafe and the injury seemed very superficial, so he was cleared out easily.

Magnus opened his drawer and took out a chocolate bar and handed it to Rafael, and his son took it—and ate it without complaining.

“You take care of yourself this time, okay? No getting into trouble.” He chuckled.

Rafael did the same thing as last time and kissed Magnus’s cheeks.

Alec would like to trade places with his son.

Three days later, Rafael had really bad stomach aches, and they had to go see Magnus again.

The doctor said that it wasn’t anything serious but Rafael pushed that it hurt really bad so they had ended up exchanging numbers in case of an emergency. 

Alec liked seeing Magnus. But he didn’t like seeing his Rafe in pain. 

Another four days later, Rafael padded into his room and started crying about headaches.

Alec didn’t know what but something was wrong. He knew children get sick and keep on falling everywhere, but this felt like something else.

“Please, Daddy.” Rafael had tears streaming down his face, and he immediately cradled his son against his chest.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, my baby. I’m going to call Magnus okay?”

He called Magnus in the middle of the night and asked if they could visit his place to get Rafael checked. 

“I’m so sorry. I know this was highly inappropriate but Rafael had been crying for hours.” He explained as soon as he entered Magnus’s place.

The man was wearing a peacock-printed silk gown. His face was bare, and his hair was falling on his face. 

Who gave this man the right to be so beautiful?

“It’s alright.” He said and checked Rafael.

Magnus frowned after checking Rafael up and motioned Alec to the other room.

They strolled away from Rafe, who was sleeping in Magnus’s room.

“Alec. Something is wrong with Rafael.”

Alec’s heartbeat quickened at that.

No.

“What? What’s wrong with him? No. No. You can fix it right?” He said urgently. “Magnus, you have to fix whatever it is. Is this why he’s been having all these stomach aches and dizzy spells?”

“Alexander listen—“

Alec took Magnus’s hand in his and clutched it tightly. “Magnus please. Rafael is my heart. I can’t—you need to fix him.”

“Alec shut up.” Magnus said. “Rafael is okay.”

He frowned. “You just said that something is wrong.”

Magnus shook his head. “Yes, something is wrong. But it’s not medical. I don’t know what it is but the headache and the stomach ache, none of that was real. It feels like he is lying.”

“My Rafe doesn’t lie.” Alec said firmly.

Magnus’s eyes softened. “He’s a child, Alec. Something is going on. Talk to him.”

Alec fidgeted for a second and then nodded.

He went to the room Rafael was in. He wasn’t sleeping, only pretending to be asleep. 

Alec smiled and sat next to him.

“Hi.” He whispered softly and carded his fingers through Rafael’s hair.

Rafael shifted and laid his head in Alec’s lap.

“Rafael. What’s going on?”

His son frowned at him.

“I know you didn’t have a headache. Neither did you have a stomach ache. Your leg wasn’t broken last week either.”

His son stayed silent and hid his face against his lap.

“Rafe. Talk to me, please.” He said softly.

Rafael turned, and he had tears streaming gently. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Alec brushed the tears away and kissed his forehead. “Don’t cry. Tell me what’s wrong. Why have you been lying about getting sick? I’m worried, Rafe. Talk to daddy.” 

Rafael mumbled something against his shoulder.

“I can’t hear you.“

Rafael lowered his gaze. “I wanted to see Magnus.” 

“What?”

“I wanted to see Magnus again. And again. So I lied.” Rafael whispered.

What the fuck?

“You did all of this to see, Magnus?”

Rafe nodded.

“Why?”

His son just shrugged. “He’s nice.” 

Alec let out a soft chuckle.

“That’s the weirdest thing you have ever done.” He grinned.

Rafael wrapped his arms around Alec’s neck. 

“You want to hear a secret?”

Rafael raised an eyebrow and nodded.

“I like seeing Magnus again and again too.” 

Rafael beamed at that.

Was Magnus Bane magic or something?

“But I don’t like seeing you get hurt. Or fake hurt.” 

Rafael nodded apologetically. 

Magnus knocked on the door gently, and Alec motioned him to come in.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.”

Alec picked up Rafael, and they were ready to go back home.

It’s now or never.

If his son can have the balls to plan this whole thing just to see Magnus, Alec can have some courage, too, right? 

“Hey, can I get your number?” Alec asked before leaving.

“You already have my number?” Magnus grinned.

Well fuck.

“That was for Rafe. I need your number for myself now.” He said nervously.

Magnus raised an eyebrow. “Do you now?”

Alec just shrugged.

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

“Apparently we needed the help of a five year old and a few fake injuries.” He chuckled.

Magnus raised an eyebrow at that.

“It’s a good story. I’ll explain if you give me your number.”

Magnus rolled his eyes at him fondly and gave him his number.

“Bye.” Magnus waved.

Rafael and Alec both gestured for him to come closer, and Magnus complied easily. 

This time, both of them planted a soft kiss on Magnus’s cheeks and then high-fived each other.

Magnus looked positively surprised by it.

“Get out of my house, you heathens.” He laughed and pushed them out of the door. 

[lady-thorn]

A dragon’s match

It took me a while, but I didn’t forget my promise, and hope you guys enjoy it. This is a prequel, if you wish, about the day Aemond’s family decided to play matchmakers. As usual, unedited. No smut, but fluff.

*** 

It looked like years had passed since the last time King Viserys Targaryen had left his chambers to watch the children in the training yard. 

Weeks, was the correct response, but to a man rotting from the inside out, discharge leaking from any cut and puncture, every second felt like a lifetime. His wife, Queen Alicent, tried to cheer him up, and did everything she could to take care of him and make his life easier, though there wasn’t much to be done — he was going to suffer that illness for the rest of his life, Maester Mellos, had warned years ago. Each breath was a source of agony, each day a reminder that he was already dead inside. 

Viserys looked much older than his real age, and watching Ser Harrold and Ser Criston train Aegon and Aemond, he wondered if his grandfather, King Jaehaerys, had felt as close to death by the end of his reign as Viserys himself did. He didn’t know why his lungs and heart didn’t stop working; every day he closed his eyes to sleep thinking on whether there would be a tomorrow for him. 

He couldn’t say if he was relieved to find there was. 

Something caught his attention — a wild curtain of black hair, followed closely by the usually more sedated (and, right now, not less frenetic) silver curls of his youngest daughter, Helaena. The King watched in silence as Ravella interrupted the princes’ training to make frantic questions. His head — crowned by the same silver strands he’d bequeathed all his children — tilted when he saw Aegon, looking mournful, lower his sword to the ground and touch Ravella’s shoulder, saying something that was obviously apologetic. 

Viserys hadn’t known his eldest boy had it in him to offer comfort. Every time he blinked, it seemed to him that Aegon was drunk, up to some mischief. 

His surprise increased when Aemond came to stand to Ravella’s left, his right arm circling her shoulders — that son of his had a sensitive soul; he was the one more prone to offer comfort… only, he and Ravella spent their days arguing. He said something to her, she nodded, then both he and Aegon took off, disappearing from view. He couldn’t find his sons, though he saw Helaena and Ravella run away, in the direction of the godswood. 

From his position, the King followed the girls, hurrying through corridors with the support of a cane. All the servants he crossed paths with bowed in deference, then took off in a hurry, as if the Stranger himself were stalking them — or a dragon, he thought with a dry chuckle. 

In silence, he thought of the conversation he had with Alicent some days before, during the banquet to celebrate Helaena and Aegon’s wedding. His wife was adamant Aemond and Ravella carried a torch for each other, and while Viserys wasn’t sure of it, he admitted she knew them better than he did. The quality of his parenting had declined as had his health. 

Depending on what happened next, he’d grant Alicent’s request and push his son and ward together. They’d have to be patient, because those two truly enjoyed their bickering. Even now, he could picture them on the dance floor, arguing while they danced, following the music with the same fervor they snapped at each other. 

Finally, he reached the verandah that gave him the best view of the godswood. Ravella and Helaena were looking in the bushes, around the trees, under the stone benches and… “Ser Willis,” Alicent was breathless from running upstairs. “Have you seen Ravella’s dog?” 

“No, Your Grace,” Ser Willis Fell answered. 

“Alicent, calm down. Take a deep breath,” Viserys took her by the hand, led her to a bench. “Be easy, or you’ll have an apoplexy.” She obeyed, taking deep, steadying breaths. “What’s wrong?” he asked when her breathing got easier. 

“Ravella’s dog has gone missing. She’s been looking for hours.” 

That explained Aegon and Aemond offering her comfort. Viserys knew Ravella had been one of the few people to congratulate Aemond after he claimed Vhagar — the old dragon that had belonged to their ancestress Queen Visenya Targaryen — and commending him on his bravery. 

The memory of her, who seldom had pleasant things to say to Aemond, giving Aemond a brooch with Vhagar’s bust on his nameday filled the king with shame. He hadn’t congratulated Aemond, even if he, more than anyone, understood his son’s agony, comprehended fully well what had led Aemond to try his luck with the old beast. To be a Targaryen, and not a dragonrider… 

He’d also failed to protect his son. Hours before bonding with Vhagar, Aemond had been whole; a few minutes after coming off her saddle, he was injured and crippled for life. Three years, and he was still training to make up for the loss of his eyesight. 

Perhaps of his eye, Viserys thought. There were rumors Aemond had the destroyed globe removed and replaced by a gemstone. The king didn’t have the courage to ask. He was a failure as a father, didn’t believe he was entitled an answer. 

His eyes settled on Ravella’s back, and he wished she got her dog back. It was odd the way he’d bonded with the girl. To everyone else, she was Lady Whitmore, his and Alicent’s ward, brought to Court after her father’s passing. But to them… she was a part of their family. 

He thought of her dog, the furry black animal, with its shiny coat, following her everywhere. Alicent’s handmaiden had once told them she’d heard Ravella crying, and upon opening the door, finding the dog dutifully licking her tears away and trying to cheer his owner up. 

Viserys didn’t want to think of Ravella losing that dog. She loved her pet, the same way Targaryens loved their dragons. The animal, which she often carried in her arms, would give up its life for her. 

“Everyone should help find the dog!” he barked suddenly. 

Alicent nodded. “They are trying. I’ve been looking as well. Helaena is the only one not looking, and that’s because she’s elected to stay with Ravella. Where could that dog have gone?” she wondered. 

“Your Graces, look!” Ser Willis said, bracing himself against the bannister. 

Viserys helped Alicent stand so they could join the knight. They watched as Ravella sat under the shade of the weirwood, knees pressed against her chest, body wrecked by sobs while Helaena ran her fingers through her hair. Despite the distance between them, the king knew her hopes of finding the dog were dwindling. 

Only, that wasn’t what had caught Ser Willis’ attention — it was Aemond, covered from head to toes with dust, carrying something twice as dirty in his arms, and striding toward Ravella. Helaena heard his approaching steps, glanced up, then patted Ravella on the shoulder. As one, the girls scrambled to their knees, watching, breathless, as Aemond closed the distance between them. 

He stayed about a foot away from Ravella, holding his arms out. The dusty thing he held moved… and barked, excited, wiggling its tail. Viserys threw his head back to laugh, the sound of Ravella’s scream of joy piercing the air. Next to him, Alicent was bouncing on her feet, all but prancing; she held him by the waist, resting her head against his upper arm. To his right, Ser Willis had a small smile on his lips. 

“Why is Aemond covered in dust and spiderwebs?” Alicent asked, still laughing. 

“He must’ve found the dog in the secret passages,” he guessed, heart twisting when he saw Helaena run into Aemond’s arms, as excited as her friend. Aegon, as dirty as Aemond, soon joined them. 

Viserys studied the children. Helaena and Aegon were married, a match arranged by Alicent. She’d told him it was Valyrian tradition — one she found disgusting —, though he knew the truth: Alicent didn’t want Helaena to marry Jacaerys, Viserys’ grandson, on account of his illegitimacy. He didn’t argue with her wanting the best for their daughter, but knowing she didn’t consider the future king of the Seven Kingdoms good enough grated him. Besides, he considered Aemond was a much better fit for Helaena; he was calm and composed, wouldn’t press his sister. 

But now… Viserys inclined his head, squinting to better see: Ravella, still holding the dog against her chest, took two steps forward and spoke. Then, with a deep smile on her face, one that illuminated the godswood and lit up the entire world, she stood on her tiptoes and gave Aemond a kiss on his cheek. 

On his scarred left cheek. 

Then, still laughing, she did the same to Aegon, then took Helaena’s hand, both girls walking away while Ravella brushed most of the dust off the dog with her fingers, a gray cloud of dirt rising in the air around them. 

The silent adults weren’t the only ones watching them, Viserys noticed. Aemond, spine straight and tense, was also staring at Ravella’s back, a scowl distorting his face. But, when she disappeared inside the Keep, the glower on the young prince’s beet-red face diminished, changed until it turned into a small, discreet grin. Slowly, his spine relaxed, and he touched his fingers to his cheek, where the warmth of Ravella’s kiss still had to be imprinted. 

Viserys looked at Alicent. “If it is to Ravella and Aemond’s taste, I won’t argue.” 

“Really?” tears welled up in her eyes. 

“Really,” he smiled and kissed her forehead. “I want them to be happy. If you think they’ll be happier together, then you must be right. But they must agree to the match, Alicent.” 

“It might take a while,” she frowned. 

“It doesn’t matter if it takes years. We’ve promised Ravella that she will have the final say on the matter. It’s important Aemond does, too.” 

She nodded. “I agree, Viserys. What if someone asks for her hand before Aemond does?” 

“Reject the proposal.” 

“Don’t you mind?” 

“I want my son to have the advantage,” he grinned. The truth was, the more he thought of that match, the more he liked it. It was perfect — Ravella was like a daughter to them, and if she married Aemond, she’d be a part of their family. Alicent adored the girl, and trusted her to make her favorite child happy. Helaena would have a sister of a close age. 

All in all, it was much better than perfect. 

*** 

Weeks later, Viserys and Alicent joined the children on a picnic on the beach. Aemond and Aegon were racing in the sky — Sunfyre was winning, because he was younger and lighter than Vhagar — while Dreamfyre merrily soared between the clouds, riding the air currents. 

His younger daughter was pregnant with her first child, and Ravella had planned the picnic to commemorate. Not only that, but she’d worked with Aemond to make it happen. 

“Won’t you fly?” he asked Helaena. 

“My stomach’s too upset for that. I’ll wait a while,” she said, but took the twig Ravella handed her, and threw it as far as possible so Ravella’s dog could fetch it. 

It was impossible not to laugh at the sight of the small dog running after the small piece of wood, barking out loud in excitement. 

In a blink, the dog was back, offering the stick up to Ravella. She threw it in the opposite direction, and again, the furry animal took off. 

When she raised her gaze to them, her smile froze. “Your Graces?” 

Viserys said nothing, but Alicent turned ashen-faced. Ravella frowned, looking down… her eyes widened at the sudden darkness. Slowly, she turned around until she was facing Vhagar. Aemond’s dragon had landed in silence behind her. Viserys saw his son on the saddle, adjusting his body to watch. 

Ravella gathered her skirts and took a step to the right. Vhagar’s head moved, slowly, and rested on the sand, intercepting her. 

She went left, and Vhagar followed, intent. 

“She wants a hug,” Viserys called out. 

“Viserys!” Alicent said, though her voice was choked. 

“She won’t leave you alone,” he said, all but shouting, “Think of her as a really big dog.” 

Ravella glanced back and nodded. Then, she raised her hand and laid it on Vhagar’s scales. The dragon let out a loud, huge grumble that echoed in the distance. It grew and grew until it became a delighted hoar. Holding the reins, Aemond watched, transfixed, a silly, albeit confused, smile on his face. 

At that moment, Viserys Targaryen knew that, someday, Ravella would conquer Vhagar’s one-eyed, scarred rider as well. Dragons know the souls of their riders, he thought. They had but to wait.

[thebanishedking]

i have just spent quite a bit analysing eddie’s room as best as i can through only a blurry bts video and the scarce set pics we have available and would like to share my discoveries, as well as semi decent quality versions of the posters i could find….. i did this mostly for personal use/curiosity, BUT if i can help some eddie fans decorate and/or give more insight on his environment to writers and/or artists it’s a big plus ;)

Alright. first off right when we walk in we’re greeted with this. Lovely image. first seen in episode one,

but i believe u can see it better here, along with a second poster

the skull i found pretty easy with just searching the image in pinterest,

here’s a pretty low quality version of it but. I did see links to people selling the print on ebay, though with some image enhancing i feel you could print this on your own if your heart desires it

for the poster beside it, i couldn’t find the image online, though this could be on me since i didn’t look extremely hard for this one. Sorry. what i made out from it though was that it’s an advertisement for the band Blessed Death performing their album “Kill or Be Killed” live from “the patio” on September 16. Not sure if this is meant to be a poster for an old show Eddie left up, or a future one he planned to attend, but it’s there nonetheless

moving on… To,

the bedside table! Wooooo!

to get the miscellaneous stuff out of the way first, some of the items are (correct me if i’m wrong about any of these) a deck of cards, two letters, a pair of aviator sunglasses, a bottle of beer (?), ashtray full of cigs, an unopened pack of trojan-enz condoms, empty bullet shells,

[Not Pictured, but they’re there too] a blue guitar pick, a blue toy car, along with a radio (? i think, i’m not too well versed on tech of the 80s) that has a red toy car sitting on top of it. :)

now, for the stuff i feel does matter,

there’s a magazine about auto parts & accessories! So good news to all you mechanic eddie likers out there… i guess it’s canon that he cares about cars somewhat? At least enough to own a magazine about the topic…

extremely blurry here but,

a Heavy Metal Summer of ‘86 Mag, Vol 10 #2 (censored from tumblr just in case)

Here it is in subpar quality, (again censored just in case)

if you’d like to see it upclose. And if you want to buy the mag for yourself, i’ve seen listings on sites like Etsy, Amazon, Ebay, etc etc.

Above the nightstand hangs a print,

an illustration of the Tomb of Horrors by Gary Gyrax. (DnD adventure module, as wikipedia says. idk jack abt DnD)

Here it is in okay quality,

it’s not the exact image but i believe it’ll do with some cropping if you so wish to hang an exact replica on your wall!

moving on to above the bed, there’s a Judas Priest “Screaming for Vengeance” poster, with what i'm Pretty Sure is a Slayer tapestry beneath it.

and here's an image i tweaked with to imitate Eddie's poster,

im unsure if it's an Exact replica but it's definitely good enough for me

and for the Slayer tapestry, I could not find the exact one online, which is why i'm unsure if i'm even correct, but i'm like 97% sure that's the slayer logo. sooooooooo..................

To the side of the bed, there isn't much except for what i think is another nightstand, and the only thing i can make out on it is a red cup. Two posters hang on the wall over here, and there isn't much seeing as a window & an amp (?) take up almost all of this side of the room.

the one poster I can actually make out on this side of the room and even then it took me a hot minute to do so, is the bottom one. It's a poster for Anthrax's "Fistful of Metal" album. I looked, and couldn't find the Exact poster, so i made an imitation of it for an attempt at a clearer idea.

Above the closet, hangs an Anthrax banner.

now, onto the best quality image we'll have of Eddie's room in this post. Here i'll be describing from left to right, and really only focusing on the wall decor.

The first thing i can place my finger on here, is behind the dresser there is a poster of Iron Maiden's mascot "Eddie"

Now obviously this isn't the exact image, (different colours, different background) but if you take a look at what we Can see of it even as it's hidden behind the dresser and banner, it lines up pretty well (the axe, the hand, the bit of shoulder)

the Corroded Coffin banner: An obviously homemade thing, that looks well-loved and worn, even ripping at the top. I wonder if this is one Eddie and his bandmates made for when they play at the Hideout that he ended up keeping?

The acoustic guitar that reads "THIS MACHINE SLAYS DRAGONS": Most likely a reference to Woody Guthrie's "This machine kills fascists"

A lamp is bolted into the wall, and another one of Eddie's black bandanas hangs off of it. Beside the lamp, there is a poster for the band Massacre. Sort of looks like an ad for a show, i'm not tooooo sure. Couldn't find any copies of it online.

The next poster I can make out is for the band Liege Lord, and seems as if it's from a live show from '84. Beside it is a poster for a live "Metal Night", the only band I can see on it is Nasty Savage.

Above these two, is another two posters, though the only one I can make out is a Judas Priest "Defenders of The Faith" poster. Here it is in clear quality:

Beside it and a bit under it I'm guessing, is a mirror. Above the mirror there is a mount for Eddie's "Sweetheart" so she hangs down over it. A limited-edition replica of Eddie's guitar was available at Guitar Center, and there were only about 2000 of them made. It retailed for around $899 USD, and even then, that was the lower-priced version. An EXACT recreation would cost almost $5k USD. Jesus H Christ.

Just underneath the guitar, there's again a poster for the band Nasty Savage. In front of the poster, oddly enough, there is a full pepper shaker. I've seen people speculate that Eddie keeps this around just in case, seeing as if you sniff some black pepper during a harsh high, it can help combat anxiety and paranoia.

And a last thing that is probably honestly a stretch, but oh well.

Above the other window in Eddie's room, there's something hanging. I think this could be a red version of a Hellfire shirt. Don't ask me to explain why, you either see it or you don't.

OH and also, don’t think i forgot because i almost did,

Eddie’s infamous cuffs he’s got hanging on his wall, i think beside his closet? . An honourable mention for sure.

And that's about it I think. i know I didn't really mention or go into detail on his guitars and amps,but i'm simply not knowledgeable in instruments for that. Though I think in total he has three guitars. idek how many amps don't ask me to count.

If u really just read this all the way to the end I applaud you. I hope you enjoyed and make good use of all this info i just dumped. And if you believe u can help improve this post pls leave a comment i did this all with only my own knowledge.

Tumblr won’t let me paste a link for some reason, but the tiktok video i used for reference and where all of the screenshots are from is by user averilina.

P.S. if i missed out on anything in the room or didn’t mention something in a picture, it’s probably because i literally could not make out what it was/said no matter how hard i tried. My weak little eyes and tiny brain can only do so much. Sighs

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Spiderwick Chronicles (2008)

The general tone of The Spiderwick Chronicles and an admittedly unnecessary scene of griffin-ridding make it clear it was made to capitalize on the Harry Potter craze. Call it an imitator if you want but this is great family entertainment, the kind I could see children cherishing for years.

Following his parents’ divorce, Jared (Freddie Highmore), his twin brother Simon (also Highmore), their older sister Mallory (Sarah Bolger) with into a new home with their mother Helen (Mary-Louise Parker). In it, Jared finds an old book which reveals a hidden world of magical creatures all around us: goblins, hobgoblins, fairies, brownies, boggarts and more. The book's re-emergence also draws out the shapeshifting ogre Mulgarath (Nick Nolte), who seeks its power and knowledge.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear Freddie Highmore has a twin brother, so good is he in the dual role. It isn’t merely that he’s able to convincingly play his parts when acting against green-screens or computer-generated characters, it’s that he creates two distinct people so convincingly you’re sold on everything happening around him, no matter how fantastical. You kind of give children’s films the benefit of the doubt when it comes to the performances but this is superb stuff. In no time at all you're all in with this story.

The Spiderwick Chronicles can get a little frightening. Nick Nolte on a normal day looks menacing and when surrounded with sharp-toothed goblins, little kids may find this picture too intense. Rather than turn children away, however, I think this will make them appreciate it all the more. How many of your favourite childhood movies featured death, monsters or peril from which - at the time - you didn’t think the heroes could escape from? Adults like horror films and I think deep down children do too… as long as it isn’t too extreme. Director Mark Waters finds the right balance. There’s tension and intense scenes but it’s softened with plenty of humour and much wonder. The creatures Jared learns about in the book? They’re all really cool while also remaining faithful to the legends of old.

The best way to describe this family adventure is “fun”. The kids get to be the stars and tackle a big threat but a quality screenplay by Karey Kirkpatrick, David Berenbaum and John Sayles makes everything feel right. The special effects are great and the characters surprisingly well-developed. The children in this film are not simply precocious little creatures, they’re real human beings with flaws… who are also capable of change. There’s a subplot about the children’s father who I think will strike a cord with many audience members. The way it ties into the film’s overall theme of divulging information or holding it back is excellent but subtle. Well done!

I couldn’t tell you why The Spiderwick Chronicles was only a moderate box-office success. Track it down and show it to your nieces and nephews, or if you’re old enough, watch it with your kids. It’s an overlooked gem for the whole family. (On DVD, February 1, 2019)

[trevuorzegras]

━╋ FINDING HER WAY

⏜ˑ 🐇 actress au part three 𓋜 ⋆ ࣪

౨ৎ . . all works for this series will be under the #his greatest mistake au tag. for any random thoughts, or asks it will be under the #cassidy morgan au tag!

fem actress!oc x quinn hughes

mentions of fem actress!oc x jacob elordi

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cas_morgan: pov a bunch of HOCKEY boys drag you to an air bnb on the beach to “spend quality time with their bestfriend” (i barely know half of them, please save me) (also there’s random college hockey players here???) 🐚☀️🌊

tagged: lhughes_06, jackhughes, trevorzegras, jamie.drysdale, _alexturcotte, edwards.75, markestapa, rutgermcgroarty, luca.fantilli

liked by dominicfike, sukiwaterhouse, and other

user1: she looks so much happier

↳ cas_morgan: i am!

↳ user2: i’m glad you’re doing better cas_morgan

user3: i love her friendship with trevor and his friends, it’s so cute 😭😭

lhughes_06: my moms going to be mad i saw you and she didn’t cas

↳ cas_morgan: brb flying to michigan to see mama hughes as we speak!

↳ user4: how long have you known the hughes brothers? how do you know ellen? cas_morgan

↳ cas_morgan: not long, like two years maybe, but i met ellen at one of the devils games, and we’ve kept in touch! user4

user5: i wonder how jacob feels now that he see’s her thriving without his bummy ass 🤔

↳ user6: i hope he’s miserable 🗣️🗣️

↳ user7: PERIOD! user6

user8: SO BEAUTIFUL CAS

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user9: where’s quinn? ):

↳ cas_morgan: he’s stuck in c*nada

↳ user10: FOUL LMFAO cas_morgan

user11: cas being a canada hater while being a canucks fan is so funny 😭😭

↳ user12: normalize separating the team from the country or state 🗣️

↳ cas_morgan: see you get it user12

trevorzegras: IVE MISSED MY SUPERSTAR

↳ cas_morgan: i’ve missed you too trev 🥹

user13: trevor & cassidy>

liked by cas_morgan, trevorzegras, and others

_quinnhughes: sorry i couldn’t make it

↳ cas_morgan: next time!

↳ _quinnhughes: definitely cas_morgan

user14: im glad cas is happier though, seeing how badly she was treated was actually so shitty

↳ trevorzegras: 🗣️🗣️💯

sukiwaterhouse: have fun sweet girl!

↳ cas_morgan: i will mama!

↳ user15: “mama” im not crying YOU ARE 😭 cas_morgan

user16: she met the umich boys LMFAO

↳ cas_morgan: luke said and i quote “you’d get along with them, especially ethan, i won’t explain why, you’ll understand when you meet him.” turns out he said we’d get along because we’re CONFIDENT!!!

↳ lhughes_06: no. it’s cause you’re full of yourselves cas_morgan

↳ edwards.75: CONFIDENT!!!! 🔥🔥🔥💯💯 lhughes_06

edwards.75: luke hates us cause he AINT US 🦅

↳ cas_morgan: YOU TELL EM ETH! 🗣️🗣️

user18: her and ethan are a DANGEROUS DUO why would luke let them meet oh my GOD

↳ lhughes_06: mistakes WERE made.

user19: i love these pictures so much

user20: where’s the bathing suit from?

↳ cas_morgan: i have no clue i’m so sorry, trevor got it for me a few months ago 🥹

↳ trevorzegras: user20 got it custom made from a girl on etsy (?)

dominicfike: hope you’re having fun c 🙏🏽

↳ cas_morgan: i am! ☺️

sydney_sweeney: i miss you love bug!

↳ cas_morgan: i miss you more honey ☹️

user21: i love seeing that she’s still friends with the euphoria cast, it makes my day

user22: i love that the euphoria cast cut jacob off 🫡

↳ dominicfike: shady cheaters get treated as such

user23: beautiful girl 🫶🏼

user24: when’s your next project?

↳ cas_morgan: 🤫🤫

jackhughes: it was great to see you cassie

↳ cas_morgan: like wise rowdy!

↳ jackhughes: you’re never letting that go are ya? cas_morgan

↳ cas_morgan: nope! thanks lhughes_06 for the information 🫡 jackhughes

↳ lhughes_06: glad to be of service 🙏🏻 cas_morgan

user25: AWE SHE CALLS JACK ROWDY

user26: gonna miss these kinds of posts when she’s alone again ):

↳ user27: real

markestapa: next stop: bringing you to umich and getting you to go to a frat party 👀

↳ cas_morgan: absolutely!!! not!!! you’ll NEVER see me stepping foot on a college campus AGAIN

↳ markestapa: worth a shot 🤷 cas_morgan

rutgermcgroarty: my girlfriend was upset i got to meet you before she did

↳ cas_morgan: she was so cute on the ft call 😭

user28: SHE TALKED TO RUTS GIRLFRIEND?

↳ user29: that’s so cute?? 😭😭

luca.fantilli: my brother yelled at me for not getting an invite ☹️

↳ cas_morgan: my apologies adamfantilli

↳ adamfantilli: all is forgiven, cassidy cas_morgan

↳ luca.fantilli: OH SO SHE GETS FORGIVENESS BUT NOT YOUR OWN BROTHER? adamfantilli

↳ adamfantilli: SUCK IT UP luca.fatilli

user30: she got the fantilli brothers fighting in her comments LMFAOO 😭😭

_alexturcotte: everyone say thank you jack for giving me an invite 🙏🏻🙏🏻

↳ cas_morgan: we never thank jack hughes for ANYTHING ever!

↳ jackhughes: WHAT THE HELL cas_morgan

jamie.drysdale: Trevor and i miss having you in California angel

↳ cas_morgan: i miss being in cali with you guys ):

↳ trevorzegras: petition to bring cas HOME TO US?!!? cas_morgan

↳ user31: where do i SIGN? trevorzegras

user32: bring cassidy home to trevor and jamie!

trevorzegras: still mad you never went to a game before the season ended 😒

↳ cas_morgan: you’ll be fine

trevorzegras has added to their story!

cas_morgan has added to their story!

been slacking on chapters guys i’m sorry! i’ll try to upload more i promise. in the meantime make sure to check out my other works, here!

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briamichelle: Day 4 – Moscow, Russia

Rob was secretly jealous and insecure. He was even more insecure about Bria. She was beautiful with an outgoing personality and qualities that any guy would want in a girlfriend. But, she chose him to fall in love with. Why? Mike and Brad listened to him. They knew that as the youngest, he felt he had to be as good as them. He was self-conscious about his drumming skills and whether or not he even deserved to be in the band. They assured him every time that he was more than good enough.

Why did she pick him out of every other guy? Because she saw a guy who was sensitive and who treated her with respect. She saw his personality and sense of humor. He made her genuinely happy and every time she mentioned him, her eyes lit up. She loved him because of who he was.

Robert Gregory Bourdon from Calabasas, California. She loved him because he was there for her. He loved her because of how she treated others. She was outgoing, personable, beautiful, funny, and intelligent. There were not enough words in any language that could describe her. He also loved being with her in bed and making love to her.

But he didn’t mention that because it would be too much information. That was one of his favorite moments with her. She was fast asleep when he got back to their room. He took off his jeans and laid them on the chair before getting into bed next to her. It was around midnight but he couldn’t sleep. His mind was keeping him awake. Depression. He had struggled with it his entire life. It went along with his insecurities. He couldn’t see how great of a person he was.

That’s why he identified with Chester and his struggles with depression. They had moments where they talked together. Chester was the oldest, so he took to him like an older brother. He knew what it was like to have his mind trying to kill him. The concert. He replayed it in his head. Did he keep his rhythm? Did he play well enough? Was anyone watching him or were they too focused on Chester and Mike? Was he even good enough to be on that stage?

He thought about the hug she gave him after the show. Oh, my god! That was awesome! He wrapped his arms around her. Adrenaline was still pumping through his veins and he was on Cloud Nine. You have to do better next time, Rob. He had to ask how he could be better. Did he need to practice more? Did he need to learn a new technique? Did he lose track of his timing or speed?

The next morning, Phoenix approached him. Before he could speak, he put his hand out to stop him.

“I know what you’re going to ask. No, there’s nothing you could have done differently or better. The only person who is thinking about your performance is you.”

Thank you. He needed to hear that. You’re welcome. They went over to where they were serving breakfast. There was a variety of vegan and no vegan options. He grabbed some mixed cut-up fruit and a bowl of oatmeal with a glass of orange juice. She was talking with Joe, Chester, and Mike. They were in various stages of waking up.

She had grabbed some scrambled eggs, sausage links, a fruit cup, and a glass of orange juice. Her hair was combed and in a ponytail. How many pictures did she take? A million. They laughed. She had to sort through them to find the good ones, so she could post them. They had a couple of days before flying to Wrocław, Poland. Since they were allowed to sleep in, they were in a good mood. After eating, she was high on energy.

She came out dressed in a skirt that went down to her ankles, a white crop top, and matching tennis shoes. Tied around her waist was a zip-up hoodie that matched her skirt. Phoenix joked she had more fashion sense than him. She replied he was the straightest gay guy she had ever met. Yes, he was. He was not a stereotype.

The only difference between him and other guys was that he preferred men sexually and romantically. He discovered his sexuality in high school, but he didn’t get to explore being with other men until college. When he was one hundred percent sure, he came out to his closest friends. The scariest moment was coming out to his family. They didn’t expect him to be gay because he had girlfriends in high school. Still, they decided it didn’t matter.

The band was the last to know. He told them when they were all hanging out. They were going to be playing together and traveling together when they finally made their first album, so he wanted to be honest with them. It was never a problem for them. He was not interested in women. There was nothing wrong with that. They met his various boyfriends.

In college, he developed depression and he self-medicated with alcohol. He was so scared about coming out. His drinking got worse and worse and it affected his grades. He was a student who made As and Bs. Suddenly, he was making Cs. Brad pushed him to get help after finding him passed out with empty beer bottles in their dorm room. He made sure he was okay and still alive before getting rid of the alcohol. When he woke up, he went through the worst hangover ever.

He quietly went to rehab, where he finally admitted to his parents that he was gay. Was that why he was drinking? Yes, it was. They accepted him right away, as did his brothers. After completing rehab, he went back to school. Brad made sure he stayed sober. He did and he was able to graduate on time. His grades improved significantly.

Almost twenty years later, he was comfortable with who he was. He was still sober and he thanked Brad for helping him. If he didn’t, he would probably be dead. He was welcome. When his mother died from cancer in 2008, he almost relapsed but his brothers and father prevented that from happening. The band also kept their eyes on him. She fought courageously for two years against breast cancer. But, the disease had won out.

He did have moments where it was easier to drink than to deal with whatever stress he was feeling. But, he couldn’t do that. Instead, he focused on being a father. His girls were more important than getting drunk until he passed out. He couldn’t do that to them. Not after watching their mother struggle with a drug addiction.

My name is David Farrell and I’m an alcoholic. Admitting that was hard. But, he couldn’t deny having a problem because then it quickly got out of control. His thoughts were interrupted by Joe. Phoenix! He laughed in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I got distracted. What did you say?”

“Chester is going down to work out.”

Oh! He got up and went to get his workout clothes. Chester and their bodyguards were waiting for him, so he grabbed everything quickly. Chester asked him where he went. They had been trying to get a hold of him for five minutes. He had no idea. Chester laughed. When he was ready, they walked out with one bodyguard in front and the other in the back.

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129 of 2023

Fashion

Created by kingoftheicedragons

What are you wearing right now?

Black cargo trousers, black hoodie with a hip hop print and whatever clean socks I’ve found.

What type of fashion do you wear?

I’m like the hip hop and metalhead crossover, or more like hip hop with a hint of goth. I really don’t care what’s “currently in”, though.

Do your socks match?

Always. Can’t imagine the other way.

Do your shoes match?

Obviously.

How long does it take you to get dressed in the morning?

5 minutes? What’s hard about putting on trousers and a hoodie?

What color underwear are you wearing?

A normal one.

Do you accessorize?

I always wear my wedding ring, and a chain necklace in summer. I just recently bought myself a chain bracelet, too. I wear all my piercings. And that’s all.

Do clothes make the person?

No, but they say a lot about them and their interests.

How often do you buy new clothes?

Whenever I find something that interests me.

Have you ever had a picture taken of just you in your underwear?

Yeah, to track my progress. Eating disorders are bad, I’m telling you.

And have it posted to the internet?

Nope. I’d die of shame.

Big box stores or little shops?

Both. I just don’t care about “high fashion” and top designers.

What's the first thing you take off when you get home?

My boots XD

Favorite article of clothing?

Hoodies are heaven.

Do you own a bathrobe/house coat?

No, I don’t.

Do you wear shoes in your house?

I don’t. Just socks.

You are most comfortable wearing?

Whatever I like without caring about how fashionable it is or not.

The worst place to buy clothes is...?

Chinese webshops like Aliexpress. Cheap quality and mismatched sizing.

The fashion police should outlaw....?

I couldn’t care less.

Are you male or female?

Male, as supposed.

Boxers or Briefs?

The bigger, the better.

Can you prove any of this?

Why does it even matter at all?

[kiss-my-freckle]

As much as fans love how Stefan handled Elena in 4x11 and 4x12, the ONLY reason he sided with Rebekah in the first place, was his need to find out how Elena truly feels about Damon.

Stefan: You were right. I'm going to be here for an eternity, and I will go insane if I don't know how Elena truly feels about my brother.

Rather than be honest about his intention, Stefan lied for the sake of insulting her. Punishing Elena for sleeping with Damon, punishing Damon for sleeping with Elena. Unfortunately for Stefan, Elena knows him well enough to know when he’s acting out. Last time Stefan slept with Rebekah, he was the Ripper. That was your first clue. He slept with her at a time when he didn’t care, period. Elena knows Stefan cares, period. 

Elena: That's why you need to find the dagger and use it on Rebekah. She can't come looking for revenge if she's laying in a box. Stefan: Yeah, I can't do that.

4x12 pulls it full-circle with their whole ��good guy - bad guy” routine. It opens up with expectations. Elena had no idea what Stefan meant when he said he couldn’t do that. It wasn’t about him being able to use the dagger, it was about him being able to betray Rebekah - again.

Elena: I know you can't because vampires can't use the dagger, but Matt can. It's not like she doesn't deserve it. And Bonnie thinks that she can get Klaus out of the picture too. At least temporarily. Once we get this cure, none of this will matter because we can use it against them. Stefan: All right, fine.

Stefan agreed to it, so Elena expected Rebekah to be daggered. Trust me when I tell you, Stefan didn’t want Elena to know that he slept with Rebekah. 

Elena: Now that we've got Rebekah taken care of, all we need is professor Shane, and then we'll have everything we need.

A simple dissection of scene, according to Elena’s expectation because Stefan agreed with her plan to dagger Rebekah. 

Stefan: Yeah, I didn't, uh...I didn't dagger her. Elena: What? Why not? Stefan: I didn't need to. She's on our side. Elena: On our side? Did you really just say that? Stefan: Yeah, she handed over the headstone. I mean, she wants to find this cure more than any of us. Elena: Why would you possibly think that we could trust her?

Elena’s last bit is proven in 4x13. Stefan can’t trust her. 

Stefan: Did you mean what you said? About a cease-fire? Rebekah: Why do you all assume that I hate Elena so much? Stefan: Well, I mean, you did run her off a bridge.

Rather than be honest with Elena about his quality time with Rebekah, Stefan chose to skirt the truth for the sake of saving face. Back to 3x14 with that. 

Damon: She didn't want me. It's for the best. I'm better at being the bad guy anyway.

In a nutshell, Stefan didn’t want to be seen as the bad guy. So no, he couldn’t have Elena finding out he slept with Rebekah. 

Damon: Let me guess, she pledged her allegiance to you while you were naked in the sack? Stefan: I bet you were just dying to get that out, weren't you, Damon?

Damn right, he was. This is Damon’s return shot, revealing the bad guy. 

Damon: Oh, was that supposed to be a secret? Maybe you should have made that a little clearer while you were bleeding me dry in our cellar.

He fires again, revealing more of the bad guy. 

Stefan: Yeah, to keep you from killing Jeremy. Elena: Stop it, both of you.

Upset by this, Stefan tries to even the field by reminding Elena that Damon is also the bad guy. His hit falls short, that’s why Elena tells them to stop WHEN she does. She KNOWS Stefan punished Damon just as he punished her. The point. Kol may have compelled Damon to kill Jeremy, but Rebekah is just as capable of compulsion. If Stefan didn’t want Damon to get out of the cellar, he could’ve had Rebekah compel him to stay in it just as Klaus did. Stefan chose to bleed Damon dry, THEN slept with Rebekah. 

Klaus: How do you think Elena felt about that, by the way? Your inability to overcome Kol's compulsion for a single moment - even though it meant saving the person she loves most in the world? Damon: She's met me. She knows impulse control's not my strong suit.

This is where Damon’s conversation with Klaus comes in. Uhm, yeah. Elena met Damon in the first season. She’s very well aware of his impulsivity, and she was actually there when Damon tried to kill Jeremy. She knows Damon as she knows Stefan, that’s why she hugged him once Kol’s compulsion broke, and why Stefan’s hit falls short. He walked in right after the hug. 

Stefan: Now, why don't you tell her to calm down, Damon? You've managed to use that sire bond pretty well so far, haven't you?

Because Stefan’s hits had no effect on Elena, he chose to hit Damon directly, expecting him to spiral. One punch was all Damon needed. Again, 3x14.

And that I'll fight my corner

If they fight, it’ll be on Stefan. Elena doesn’t say a word after Damon punches Stefan. He insulted her all the same with that single shot. 

Caroline: It's not your fault, Elena. Okay. Damon took advantage of you.

Insulted her just as Caroline did in 4x8. 

Elena: Technically, you didn't achieve evil status until you killed me.

THIS is what Stefan slept with. That’s why, when Rebekah slammed Elena on the island, Elena didn’t want Stefan touching her. She’d rather stand by herself. It isn’t jealousy, it’s disgust. Stefan slept with the woman that killed her. 

Stefan: Got the Silas headstone.

Stefan walked in wearing his good guy mask, and Damon tore it off. That’s why Stefan looks at her the way he does. He’s ashamed. 

Elena: So it's about time that I accept the person that I am now and figure out a way to start living the rest of my life. Stefan: The rest of your life...sired to Damon.

Full circle back to the point. Rebekah snaps Stefan’s neck. That’s how much trust he should’ve had in her. Now they have to fight her for the cure. 

[erwinsvow]

𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

summary: zeke knows it’s wrong. you know it’s wrong. yet something always brings you back to your step-dad when your mom’s not around.

warnings: step-cest, manipulation, infidelity, mommy issues, zeke is the devil incarnate and reader is an angel (figuratively.. for now), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, dacryphilia, daddy kink, praise kink, rough sex, creampie, you've been warned!

author's note: lord knows how long i've been thinking about this one. zeke fuckers, this one is for you. tagging @colossalnova ! hope everyone likes it!

“It must be so nice to have such a good daughter to take care of you,” Mr. Ksaver comments without a second thought, as you head towards the kitchen to get two cups of coffee for Zeke and his friend. Your lips turn up into a pleased smile as soon as you hear the words, delighted with the praise from someone so close to your step-father.

Zeke makes an effort to hide the smirk that comes to him so naturally, because if only Mr. Ksaver knew just how good of a daughter you were for him. But that’s a conversation for another day, he finally decides, turning back to his guest with a smile.

“Step-daughter,” he corrects with the most genuine look he can muster. He could fool a priest with that aura of ingenuity that he gives off without any effort, because after all, that’s how he had gotten you into this position in the first place.

Mr. Ksaver beams back at him, his close friend still completely in the dark.

“Oh, of course, but you two could fool anyone. Say, where’s your wife? I haven’t seen her in a while..” Tom trails off, and Zeke is glad for it. He doesn’t like talking about your mother, his new wife, if he can help it. Business trips and commitments at the salon kept much of her time occupied, leaving only brief interactions with you two, her so-called family. It didn’t take long for him to realize she had been this way most of your life, an absent parental figure since the departure of your father. As cruel as it was, he could easily see why you were the way you were.

Zeke thought you were a lot of things. Pretty was at the top of the list, along with innocent and insecure, but the biggest quality he could see in you, the one that just screamed out at him ever since that first time he had laid eyes on you, was people-pleaser.

It was so apparent in everything you did, from the modest way you dressed to the try-hard behavior you exhibited with teachers and your friends’ parents. He recognized quickly it was because your mother didn’t acknowledge any of it, not the dinners you made for the three of you or the sweet, thoughtful gifts and flowers on special occasions.

It was actually on Mother’s Day the previous year when he had been able to get you alone for the first time. The then-new Mrs. Yeager had booked a full day at the spa as a treat for herself, even though she barely had an ounce of motherly qualities in her body. She had tossed aside the bouquet you had gifted her with, skimmed the card with your sweet, handwritten note, and rolled her eyes at your own watery ones after seeing just how little she cared about this holiday that was meant for you both to celebrate.

After she had left, Zeke had knocked on your door tentatively. It was wrong of him to be as gleeful as he was on the inside, but he’d been waiting for a moment like this for the last several months. He even let twenty minutes pass before coming up to your room to make sure he would get you teary-eyed and upset, just how he wanted.

Any other girl might have told her new step-father to fuck right off, given that he had done nothing to defend you or ask your mother to be kinder towards you, but not you. Ever the people-pleaser, you wiped away your tears with the sleeves of the cardigan you’d been wearing all day, fixed yourself from the position you had been in while weeping on your bed, and told him to come in.

Zeke was fucked the minute he saw you sitting there, dressed purely like an angel in a sundress that had ridden up in your distress and with tear-lidden eyelashes blinking slowly at him. The redness of your nose and cheeks, mixed with how your hair was just a little messed up and your hiccuping whimpers painted an entirely different picture for him. At first, it had just been a game, just to see how long it would take him to seduce his new wife’s daughter, but now it was something else altogether.

But it’s the first sentence you say to him, alone in the house without your wretched mother for the first time, that breaks him.

“S-Sorry Zeke. I didn’t want to eat after that, but I can go get everything ready again for you.” For him. Your mother’s cold behavior had you crying your eyes out before noon, and yet you were still concerned about the lunch you had prepared and if he wanted to eat.

It made his heart burn in a lecherous way, with thoughts in his head about why he hadn’t married you instead of her.

“That’s okay, honey, don’t worry about me. I came to check up on you.” He’s holding up the facade well, he thinks, closing the door gently behind him and hearing the click of the latch. He’s only been in your room a handful of times, and for most of those occasions, you hadn’t been there, so he couldn’t act too comfortable. His eyes roamed around the space, taking in the sweet scent of your perfume that lingered on every object and shoving his hands into his pockets to seem as unassuming as possible.

You wipe away a stray tear, blinking quickly and looking back at him with big eyes. Damn your eyes, honestly, because he knows he doesn’t stand a chance against them, especially when they’re so watery like that.

“Check up on me?” you let out in a soft voice. It’s adorable, honestly, how you think your new step-father would be just like your mother and not care about you at all. You’re not used to this kind of affection from anyone besides your friends from school, and even they don’t know about the reality of your home life. You don’t know what it’s like to have a parent check up on you, to have them want to make sure you’re okay, and suddenly you can feel your face burning with heat at the realization that you and Zeke are all alone in your bedroom.

Zeke is handsome according to anyone’s standards, but for some reason, you can never tear your eyes away from him when he doesn’t know you’re looking. He’s old enough to be your father—your real father, that is—but that doesn’t stop you. You always find yourself staring at his golden locks that shine especially bright when he’s in the sun after his daily run, when you’re watering your garden and your mother isn’t home from work yet. Or when he’s just left the shower and every part of his body is dripping wet, walking back to his bedroom and you catch a glimpse through your open door.

It’s easy to think of him as off-limits, though, since you would never hurt your mother like that. She doesn’t show you affection, or care about you like how your friends’ mothers care for them, but she’s still your mom. Nothing would ever justify betraying her like this, by having these illicit thoughts about your step-father. So you make sure you stop staring, avoid being alone with him as much as you can and create excuses to get out of spending time with him, but you don’t think any of that is really working.

Because now, with Zeke in your bedroom and the sleeves of your cardigan wet with far too many tears, you don’t really care if this is wrong. All you care about is how Zeke is inching closer to your bed with every step.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I wanted to make sure you were okay after all that. It’s not easy, I know,” he says in such a soothing tone that you feel yourself getting lost in the daze of it.

“You know?” you question again, wondering if Zeke could really relate to you. You had always felt like such an outcast, the poor girl nobody loved or wanted, without any love in her life at all.

“Uh-huh, I know. I really hate that your mother won’t treat you better, but you know her, she’s not gonna change,” he watches your nodding face and resigned expression. “Can I-?” he motions to the space next to you on the bed.

“Oh, sure, please,” you say quickly, moving yourself over a bit and making room for him, dress exposing even more of the soft skin of your legs now. He tries not to stare, and every part of him wants to put a hand on your thigh and stroke softly, but he doesn’t want to scare you off. Not yet. He’ll take his time.

“Thank you for saying that.” Your voice is so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it.

“Of course. I mean, you are my daughter now, aren’t you?” He’s pushing his luck, but oh well. “I guess… it’s sort of my responsibility to take care of you, right?”

He sees your eyes widen a little, probably a million thoughts running through your little head. You’re so used to being alone, not having anyone’s affection, that a few simple words from Zeke have you fucked. Probably feeling the same way he is in this moment, eager and affectionate and ready. You find yourself nodding at his sweet words.

Any other day, you might have doubted the sincerity of what he was feeding you, but your mind was already a little fuzzy from the interaction with your mother. You still don’t know why you had gotten your hopes up so much, when it always led to disappointment in the end. You wish you could go back and warn yourself not to expect so much from your mother, who was almost as absent a parental figure as your father.

In that moment, Zeke’s kind words and welcoming arms didn’t seem so bad. You could only imagine that he felt the same way you did, as you doubted your mother was being a good wife to him from the interactions you observed.

“I…” you begin, but trail off when you notice the way Zeke’s eyes are looking at you. You almost instinctively lean back and away from him, like a lamb avoiding a predator, when you focus on how he’s much too close to you.

You’re entirely overwhelmed by his piercing, concerned gaze and the uncomfortable heat you feel between your thighs—your throat runs dry and you know it’s not from the crying. You think he must notice it too, with the way he leans forward, one more movement from him and you’d be trapped between Zeke’s broad figure and your bed.

He supposes that was the make-or-break moment in this little dalliance between you two. In that moment, had you been uncertain or asked him to leave, he would have listened to you and likely never bothered you again. All the same, he knew you wouldn’t.

You look back fondly on that Mother’s Day, the day you gave yourself over to Zeke without the slightest bit of regret. Your mother had returned home later that night, with nails and hair freshly done, acting as though there could have been no better way to spend Mother’s Day. She walked right past you sitting on the couch with Zeke, ignoring his tousled hair and your swollen lips.

Since then, it had been a fun sort of game. You felt guilty, of course, but nothing could compare to the thrill of the secret you had with Zeke, just for you two and no one else. He was more adventurous than you, always sneaking kisses and lingering touches when your mother was just a room away, fucking you roughly with a hand clasped over your mouth while she was on a conference call in her office down the hall.

Over time, you felt yourself becoming adventurous too. You had never done anything like this before, anything remotely bad or wrong, and it was safe to say that you were sinking further and further into the pit of corruption that Zeke had created.

Which is how you ended up here today.

You brought back two steaming cups of coffee on a platter to the living room, setting them down and mixing in cream and sugar for Zeke’s. You hand the cup to him with a sweet smile, and he takes a sip contentedly.

“Just perfect, like always.” The praise makes you smile widely, cheeks feeling warm despite the fact that you had a guest.

“How do you take your coffee, Mr. Ksaver?” you ask politely, as the elderly man laughs and takes the cup into his hand.

“Just plain black, thank you. I never had a taste for sweet things, like Zeke does.” If only he knew.

You smile again and bid goodbye, taking the tray with you as you leave and heading back to your room. You knew Zeke would be up as soon as he was done, since your mother was still out and you had precious time together, all alone.

As soon as you heard the front door close, and the sound of ignition starting from outside your window, you were alert. You could hear Zeke’s footsteps coming up the staircase, eagerly anticipating him this time.

He doesn’t knock anymore, letting himself in and closing the door gently behind him, as always. You hear the lock click quietly.

“Daddy,” you mumble from your place on your bed. You’re lying against the pillows now, fully on display for him in his favorite dress and already wet at the thought of what he would do to you once he got you alone.

“Yes, honey?” He says, in a tone that’s sincere and mocking at the same time. He’s still by the door, not coming in further like you want him to. He wants you to use your words.

“You said once we were alone..”

“Once we were alone, what? That I’d play with you?” You nod dumbly at his words. He inches closer to you, but still entirely too far away for your liking.

“I want you, Daddy. We only have a little bit before she gets back,” and you know you’re in for it now.

“Oh, is that so? We only have a little time?” Before you can process it, Zeke is hovering above you, a firm hand on your wetness teasing you and making you cry out at the sudden pressure. His hand moves slowly, just barely grazing your clothed clit and you whimper. “Let me tell you something, baby,” he whispers right next to your ear. “I’ll take as much time with you as I want, no matter who else is in this house. You got that?”

You let out a strangled moan at his words, knowing the effect they have on you and the uncomfortable wetness between your legs becoming even more prominent. You could swear that he can see how wet you are, even with your panties still on, and you desperately jerk up onto his hand to get some, any, contact.

“D-daddy, please! I-” you break off into another moan as he rubs your clit firmly. You’re not even sure when he took your panties off, but you can feel two of his fingers prodding at your slit, just waiting as he continues his work.

“Does that feel good, baby? Use your words,” he says, teasing you despite how badly you want him to stop and just be inside you already. Another strange feeling bubbles in your chest, knowing that your mother would be home soon and could be pulling into the driveway right now. You can hardly focus on those thoughts though, letting out a loud squeal when Zeke pushes two fingers into your soaking wetness, stopping at his knuckles.

“Oh god, Daddy, that feels so good, please, please keep going-” the rest of your words disappear as he pushes his thick fingers completely in, marveling at the way you’re so stretched out around them.

“Good girl, baby, you’re doing so well.” You keen at the praise, moaning loudly as he continues fingering you, scissoring his digits inside you and getting you prepared for his cock. He knows he’s on a time limit too, but he’ll be damned if he lets that rush him. No, he needs to take his time with you.

Every time he feels the tightness of your hole, it takes him back to that first time, and he refuses to hurry up.

His thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out quickly, filling the room with a lewd squelching noise, have you seeing stars before long. Every time Zeke touches you, you wonder how you went so long without it. Your own actions when you touch yourself are nothing compared to his anymore. He’s got you so dependent on him, so reliant that you barely want to cum by yourself anymore.

He slows his actions just for a second, just to pull down the front of your sundress and reveal your tits to him. Zeke increases his speed as he latches his mouth around your hardening nipple, flicking with his tongue and taking the pebbled bud between his teeth, tugging slightly and making you cry out as it suddenly becomes too much to handle.

You’re succumbing to the orgasm before you even know it, waves of pleasure washing over your body as the knot in your stomach finally releases and fills your core with heat.

“Good girl, baby, cum for Daddy now,” he says from his place on your chest.

“Daddy! Daddy, I-! Oh!” You know how pathetic you must sound, screaming and moaning helplessly as Zeke doesn’t let up on his actions. You finally put your hand on top of his and make him look up, into your eyes, and press his lips to yours.

A sloppy, hot kiss in the aftermath of your orgasm has you shaking under his grip, entire body feeling hot and sweaty. He pushes his fingers, slick with your wetness, to your lips and you open without any request for him, sucking and rolling your tongue over the digits until they’re all clean.

“Good girl,” he breathes into your neck, whether he places more sloppy kisses. “You ready for Daddy to fuck you?”

You nod meekly, moaning loudly as you feel Zeke align himself with your slit, and letting out a high-pitched squeal when he pushes himself into you entirely. You choke on your breath at the sudden feeling of fullness, completely ignoring the way Zeke’s focus seems to be on something else.

Perfect timing, he thinks to himself, hearing the car pull into the driveway and knowing his dear wife had arrived home. He was too deep inside of you to care, though.

Zeke pulled his hips back slowly, wanting you to feel every inch of him, and then slammed them down harshly. For every motion of his hips, you released a loud, obscene moan, babbling on without making any sense at all as Zeke fucked you.

All you could process were Zeke’s reassuring praises, calling you a good girl as he continued at a brutal pace, fucking you so hard you couldn’t figure out where you stopped and he began.

He picked up the pace and the angle of his cock stretched you out so perfectly, he was hitting against your clit with every thrust and you could swear you were seeing stars again, so close to the edge and screaming out for him, when he clasps a hand over your mouth quickly.

You reacted with a jolt, unsure of why he suddenly silenced you when he placed a kiss right next to your ear, whispering quietly.

“Looks like she’s home. Be quiet for Daddy, okay, baby?” Your eyes widen in panic, flustered with shame and another feeling you can’t put together when Zeke goes back to his quick pace, fucking you rapidly and giving your clit the contact you so desperately needed. You cum again with a stifled, broken noise leaving your mouth and your body jerking up against his, the hand that wasn’t covering your mouth holding you down in place. You feel yourself clench down on his cock, as he rides you through it, thrusting in and out and doing nothing to stop the vulgar noises that fill the room.

You can hear it now—the steps of your mother coming into the house, and probably up the stairs to her office soon enough. Your heavy breathing coupled with Zeke’s grunts are the only sound left as his hips stutter and you feel hot ropes of cum shoot inside you, filling you up. Zeke finally comes to a halt, pressing a kiss to your lips as you hear your mother walk right outside your door, talking to someone on the phone.

Your panicked eyes meet his perfectly calm ones, a devilish smirk playing at his lips as you hear the steps halt and then continue again, walking by your room as though you didn’t even exist.

You release a sigh, Zeke pressing another kiss to you that you return eagerly.

“Good girl. Now clean up while Daddy goes and deals with her.”

You feel suddenly emptier, lighter as Zeke lifts his weight off of you and adjusts his clothes. You sit back up slowly, careful to not make an even bigger mess and ruin your dress, as Zeke grabs your panties off the floor and hands them to you with a smile. You pull them up, fixing your dress and realizing that you need to run a brush through your hair before you see your mother again.

Zeke unlocks the door and leaves with one last smile gracing his face, as you sit up and feel remnants of your encounter inside you.

Moments later, your mother walks by and glances at your open door, which was locked before. She pushes it open, taking a look at you on the bed. You’re certain you look like a mess, hair disheveled and sweat on your body, with limbs feeling like jelly.

“Hi, mom,” you greet, with the most false enthusiasm you can muster. “What is it?” She looks at you coldly, almost as if she knew something was going on and couldn’t quite place it.

“Clean yourself up, honey, Uncle Eren is coming over for the weekend.”

[yesimwriting]

The Needs of Pain (part 2)

A/n since y’all liked part one!!

... i think i could make a part 3?? we’ll see lol 

This is the LONGEST thing i’ve written on here wow,, and the smuttiest 

Warnings: teasing, oral, unprotected sex (pls this is my first time writing full smut be gentle lol)

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Exhaustion is an odd result of pain. I didn’t think I was that tired after the burn. I certainly didn’t feel sleepy while Kirigan cleaned my shoulder and brushed his soft lips and sharp teeth along my neck to distract me from the pain. Why am I even thinking of that? Of the way his breath felt against my skin, the way his tongue soothed any bites he left against my skin. I breathe out flatly. 

Stop thinking of him. Stop thinking of him in that context--that’s why he did it. He enjoys getting under people’s skin, that’s why he’s always insulting the way I see the world. My hand reaches to my neck, touching my skin where I can still feel his lips on my skin, tracing the faint marks I had seen in the bathroom mirror.

I should have asked the healer to get rid of them before they fully formed, but the thought of showing them to anyone was too embarrassing to bear. I force my hand away, dropping it onto my pillow. 

He had acted so strange today, he had been so blunt. It was a tactic. He wants to be in my head and I’m giving him what he wants. I sigh, rolling over and pulling my duvet further up my body. It’s too hot for this. Ugh. I kick the duvet off of my legs, letting my nightgown wrinkle up my body. Strong hands could pull the fabric up in a similar, yet much more euphoric way. 

No. Who’s thoughts are these? The fact that I picture the same hands that dabbed at my burn earlier today has me questioning my sanity. I can’t sleep like this. Kirigan wanted to be in my head and now he is. Damn him. I can’t stand him which means I can never have him.

Desire has nothing to do with tolerance. The thought leaves my face warm and stomach twisted. 

I sit up sharply, sliding out of bed tiredly. I’ll get some air and everything will be fine. The moon will clear my mind.

The Little Palace is strangely twisting at night, all long shadows and yellow lantern light. I slip out of my room quickly, but my thoughts are not immediately banished with the change of scenery. I must be ill. Infection must have set in regardless of my efforts and the healer sealed it beneath my skin and now it’s impacting me. Fever. I’m delusional with fever. 

“I didn’t take you the kind for a late night trist.” 

His voice leaves the hairs on the back of my neck standing like soldiers at attention. I manifested him the same way people manifest the devil. “Air.” My defense is childish. “I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d get some air.” 

The sound of even footsteps leaves me frozen in place. “What keeps someone like you awake?” It’s like he can read through me. “Thoughts of me?” 

He can never know. “Obviously.” 

My sarcasm doesn’t go unnoticed, he lets out an almost humored breath. “Or perhaps it’s pain.” 

The comment is so confusing I almost don’t realize he’s bringing up my shoulder injury. How had I let him see me so vulnerable? Why did he seem somewhat concerned in his own way? 

“My shoulder’s perfectly fine.” Good. A normal direction for this conversation to head. “It took the Healer all of two minutes.” 

The touch on my shoulder is so sudden I almost jump. Kirigan doesn’t shy away at that, fingers firmly brushing down the skin. “It feels the same.” 

I could scream. His strange observation means nothing to me, but the implication is enough to drive me mad. The implication that he knows my skin well enough to be able to judge whether the healed skin feels different is sickening. I’m tired of this. 

I turn on my heels, all of my tiredness and irritation twisting in me. “Even if it didn’t, it’s none of your concern.” 

“I didn’t realize you were extra irritable when you’re tired.”

Every conversation with him leaves me feeling petulant. “I’m not tired.” I cross my arms, keep my expression set. “I just--I wanted to get some air.” 

“Hm.” He takes a step forward, preparing to close the small distance I’d managed to create between us. “And why is that?” 

The question leaves me irritated in an odd way. A flat way. There’s a narcissistic entitlement in that question. An entitlement to my thoughts. I shrug. “I hoped it’d make me tired.” 

Kirigan draws his eyebrows together, curiosity and something resembling amusement playing at his expression. “If you’d like to be tired, I think I know a few ways to be of assistance.”

A faint, aggravating warmth comes to my face. Not only did my lie earn me a ridiculous innuendo, it’s also trapped me in a corner I cannot escape. Healing from the burn had left me pathetically drowsy. There’s no way he can’t see through me, a tired haze has to be visible on my face. My eyelids feel weighted and I’m too distracted by my deep longing for sleep to hold onto irritation. 

“I’m sure I’ll manage on my own.” The words are not meant to be a challenge, just a way to dismiss him. I don’t think he takes them that way. 

He draws his eyebrows together, eyes threatening to lose that curious quality. Kirigan steps forward, I step back blankly, desperate to keep enough distance to keep what’s left of my wits about me. He ignores my reaction, taking another step forward. I take another step back. My back touches the wall. I am a mouse and he’s an excited cat. 

“You don’t have to,” his voice is too low, too intimate, “I’m not sure that’s something you want to understand.” 

My chin raises just slightly, a silent protest. “Dependency is a fatal flaw.” 

“So is desire,” his reply is much too quick. “Desire is worse, because one can resist dependency based on pride...but desire, that is something that one sacrifices for.” 

Maybe if I was less tired I’d bother to interpret his words a little more. But all I can focus on is his tone--the quality of it. “You sound heavy.” My voice is as light as the night breeze I was craving moments ago. “But you always sound heavy.” It’s the wistful observation of someone slowly disappearing. “At least you’re pretty,” I muse, falling more and more distant by the second.

Something soft breaks across his features, his lips quirking. “Pretty?” 

I rest my back against the wall comfortably, eyes shutting without permission. “I’m sure I’ll regret that comment in a moment.” 

He stays silent, but his presence does not disappear. I can’t tell if I’m glad for it. The warm touch on my shoulder startles me out of my drowsy trance. Panic has me ready to jump off the wall, but Kirigan brushes his thumb up and down my shoulder. His touch sets any skin that comes in contact with him aflame. I shouldn’t find the gesture so comforting. My eyes flutter shut again, my body relaxing against the wall. When my protest dies out before it begins, Kirigan shifts closer. I’m confused, but too at peace to answer. Something velvety and warm brushes against my collar. Soft and warm and electric. He’s kissing my skin again. 

My lips part in hopes of arguing, but when his teeth graze the skin he already marked earlier I’m gone. My eyes shut again, but this time it’s different. Pleasure and drowsiness clear me of all inhibitions as his touch becomes more and more assured. I let him test me, his mouth moving against any and all exposed skin. I don’t even stop him when I feel his hands graze the hem of my nightgown, wrinkling it the way I imagined earlier. 

“Kirigan.” I need to find my strength, but what’s the point of strength when his touch leaves me so warm? The only acknowledgement of my protest he offers me is the lingering squeeze of my thigh before his long fingers begin to graze towards the inside of my thighs. I have no choice but to let his lips brush up my neck, his teeth grazing my skin the way they did earlier today. “Kirigan.” I try to sound firmer, but he destroys the rest of my sentence before I have the chance to get it out. His teeth nip the base of my neck, ruining my protest for a second time.

 Maybe if I was less tired I’d be able to fight him off a little better, but I’m so drowsy I had trouble thinking before he started touching me. My eyes shut in both bliss and exhaustion. His thumb presses into my hip. Something in me stalls as his fingers brush the hem of my underwear--testing me, challenging me. I open my eyes on instinct, but he remains unbothered, slipping his thumb beneath the only fabric that divides us in order to better grip my hip.

I stiffen because of how badly I want to melt. This is bad. This is insane. We’re in a hallway in the middle of the night and he’s General Kirigan. Whatever attraction I feel is another tactic to manipulate me. 

“We need to stop.” The command is weak, my voice as dry as my resolve. 

He angles his head in order to regard me a little better. His expression is one of mock confusion as he smirks. Actually smirks. “Stop what?” False innocence drips from his voice as he leans towards me, expression amused as his lips near my own. “I haven’t even started yet.” My eyes widen, something that amuses him. “Y/n?”

I’m left on edge. I’m left wanting. My lips part flatly, but words feel so distant. “Yes?” 

“What happened earlier?” His voice is the kind of sinful that’s meant to coax. Kirigan brushes his thumb across my shoulder, eyes watching mine cautiously. “How did you get burned?” 

I push against the sultry quality of his voice. “I told you--an accident.” 

“Hm.” His eyebrows draw together in a surprisingly soft way. I stare at him freely, but he ignores my gaze, eyes locked on my newly healed skin. Is he truly that concerned? “Whose accident?” 

I swallow once. “My own.” He still isn’t looking at me. “I’m not exactly the most coordinated person, you’ve witnessed my clumsiness yourself.” 

Kirigan is not convinced. Perhaps he will never fully buy my partial lie. His grip on me hardens. Restraint. I may not be able to win against his paranoia, but I might be able to distract him. Cautiously, I move one hand forward, touching the hand that’s on my shoulder. I hesitate. Touching him without prompting almost feels too intimate. I’m being ridiculous. I brush my fingers against the back of his palm, letting my touch trail up his forearm. 

“Y/n.” My name borders on a warning. 

I suppress a smile, playing into my sleepiness as I tilt my head to the side. “Yes?” 

He doesn’t reply, expression tightening as my hand snares around his wrist, pulling it off my shoulder with more care than I thought myself capable of. The intensity of his gaze is enough to burn me. I turn my full attention to his hand. I’d never admit this out loud, but this isn’t the first time I’ve thought about how objectively attractive his hands are. I kiss each of his knuckles slowly, brushing my lips against his skin tentatively. 

To my surprise, he allows my indulgence. I glance at him through my lashes. Kirigan’s eyes are shut, expression bordering on pained. “Kirigan?” 

He opens his eyes but his expression does not ease. His other hand leaves my thigh, grabbing the low collar of my nightgown with such a fierce speed it takes me a second to realize what’s happening. He pulls me away from the wall in a way that borders on violent. 

“I don’t know who you’re protecting, but I guarantee you they’re not worth it.” The words are acidic. He’s seething. “I grow tired of your resistance.” 

If he hadn’t transformed into something so untamed, I might have had enough gall to tell him I grow tired of being toyed with. I say nothing, instead I take in the abrasiveness of his anger, the tension of his grip on the thin fabric that clothes me. I am unflinching in my assessment in the most tired way possible, eyes struggling not to shut and body desperate to rest, but even more desperate for him. His eyes stare into mine, searching for something I am too far gone to offer. He must realize my sleepiness is genuine because he soon drops his gaze, taking his time in analyzing the even rise and fall of my chest as well as the hint of cleavage his grip on my nightgown is exposing. Pure heat finds itself in my face, chest, and worst of all---core. His staring lacks any shame. 

Kirigan parts his lips as if to speak but then instead takes a moment to lick them. The thought of his tongue in relation to lips only makes the burning in me worse. It’s practically an ache. A needy one. 

“I grow weary of your lack of understanding.” 

Understanding? “What is there to understand?” 

His head angles itself to one side but he doesn’t meet my gaze. The hold he has on me loosens just enough so that his hold on me is no longer taut. That should not disappoint me the way it does. I wait patiently, ignoring the bundle of unexplained nerves in my stomach as best as I can. Something strange colors his features when he finally looks at me again, something almost vulnerable. 

“I brought you here.” He sounds farther from me than ever. “I…” His exhale is gentle, but his expression is quick to harden. “Who are you so willing to protect?”

I must be really tired because his voice sounds like it borders on heart ache. If I didn’t fear Arthur’s safety I’d tell Kirigan everything if it meant his pain would dissipate. I never thought Kirigan’s potential pain would bother me, but now that I’ve seen him look stricken by something so weighted--now that I’ve seen the way he wears pain--I don’t want to be the one to give him that. I want to be the one to give him some kind of sanctuary. The thought leaves me with a desire to flea. 

“Will you just believe me when I say it’s no one?” In a way that’s the truth. Arthur is not particularly significant unless you’re a young Grisha female with a desire for heart ache. “No one worth mentioning at least.” 

He’s quick to retighten his hold on my nightgown, leaving the fabric taut and more of me exposed. “You being desperate to protect them makes them worth interest.” A different response than I expected. 

My lips thin. “Only because it was a small accident. They don’t deserve to be punished over the briefest loss of focus.” 

I take his silence as an indicator that he is considering my words. His free hand finds my shoulder as he pulls me even closer to him by the fabric he’s gripping. “And if I were to revoke the threat of punishment?” His voice is the definition of temptation, low and promising and coddling me with its sinfulness. I still as Kirigan leans forward so that his lips are practically on my ear. “Then would you tell me? If I released you from the binds of your nobility?” My lips part but I have no words prepared. Before I can think of what to say, his lips graze the side of my jaw before his teeth nip at the end of my ear. “Tell me just to humor me.” 

The command doesn’t make sense to me, but from his lips it feels important. “You won’t hurt them for what happened?” 

His voice seems rougher than before, “Would that make a difference?” 

“It would make all the difference.” I don’t like the honesty of my words. 

Kirigan allows one hand to trail down my waist--a gesture I consider obscenely intimate when paired with the soft brush of his lips on my collar. “I already know who.” His voice is a dark hum. “I was always going to know one way or another--but it’s good to know you would have told me.”

My stomach lurches, dread pouring into me like tar. Before fear can force me to take action, Kirigan begins to leave open mouth kisses from the top of my jaw to the bottom of my neck, taking his time to assault any spot of skin with his tongue that he wants. This reminds me too much of earlier--touches meant to distract from pain with the use of pleasure. 

“Are you--” His mouth is now on my collar, threatening to destroy my question. “Are you going to hurt him?”

At that Kirigan straightens. The sudden lack of contact leaves me cold. I shouldn't be thinking of him. Of his touch. “I’m curious,” he draws out each syllable, delighting in my nerves, “Would you bear his punishment?” 

I’m not sure. I hate that. I haven’t known Arthur for that long, and while he’s kind, he also seems to see all women as replaceable. That isn’t reason for him to endure Kirigan’s punishment but I don’t know him well enough to just blindly agree to that. I loathe myself for not being noble enough to take Arthur’s punishment instantly. 

“What kind of punishment?” 

Kirigan’s expression twists into a greedy smile. He pushes me back easily, pressing me into the wall with more confidence than ever. I’m silent in my confusion until he presses himself against me and I feel something hard and bulging press into where I’m neediest. I stifle a gasp of surprise and something similar to pleasure. “I’m sure I could think of something for you.” I’d care more about my confusion if hot need wasn’t flooding my thoughts and my body with undeniable desperation. “I haven’t even spoken to him.” I exhale, untrusting relief desperate to escape me. Kirigan is quick to lean forward, lips brushing my ear as he prepares to whisper. “I’m more likely to harm him because he has your favor than anything else.”

Warmth burns my face. “He doesn’t--he’s not exactly the one that holds my favor.”

The heat of his breath adds to my burning as he presses his bulge into my core again. “And who does?” 

I’m not sure what he considers favor, but if it has anything to do with wanting he wins. But he can never know that. “There are some contenders, but no one yet.” 

His hand moves off my hip and nears my throat. “Would it be too bold to assume I’m on the short list?”

He’s two steps away from taking me in an open hallway, I doubt he finds much bold. “Do you want to be?” 

Kirigan’s hand tightens on my throat. “I’ve made it clear from the beginning what I want.” His words are lethal and each syllable has him restricting my airflow a little more. Something in me must be broken because my neediness only worsens. “I brought you here because I see all that you could be. Forget being a Saint, we could be gods.” The sentiment is so raw it’s almost harder to bear than his tight grip on my neck. He leans close again, his scent only adding to my budding lightheadedness. “Say the word, and I could have you praising me like I’m already a god.” My stomach knots in both nerves and insatiable hunger. “Though I’m the one that would be doing the worshipping.” 

My resolve is shattered, leaving me broken and twisting. He releases his hold on my neck in order to move his hand beneath my chin. There is nothing gentle about the way he jerks my head forward, forcing me to look into his eyes. Something about the look he gives me has me melting. His eyes are searching for something in me.

He must find whatever he’s looking for because I feel his touch against my heat, fingers pressing against fabric. I bite my lip on instinct, suppressing the sound of my undoing. Kirigan’s eyes never leave mine as the hand on my chin moves to brush against my bottom lip. 

“I can only give you what you want if you tell me what that is.” 

He exhales slowly, pressing his thumb against my lip downwards. My mouth parts on instinct, something that he takes well. His thumb enters my mouth slowly, taking in my reaction as I taste his skin on my tongue. Kirigan pulls his thumb away from my tongue slowly, a thin string of saliva connecting him to my mouth. With one swift tug, his free hand pulls the only fabric separating him from where I want him most down my thighs. His expression reveals nothing as his thumb, still wet with my saliva, is pressed against my core. His touch teases my clit, just barely brushing where I need him most. The whine that escapes me is so desperate I’m ashamed I can’t help it. 

“So wet already,” his appraisal is gentle, the praise whispered against my throat as his lips brush against my neck. “So wet, so needy that you’d let me take you in this hallway and I’ve hardly touched you.” His finger presses further into me. I let out another pathetic breath. “A pity, someone like you--so painfully under cared for.” I’m reduced to nothing by his words and touch. “What I’d give to undue you here, against the wall--I’d have you crying so loudly everyone would know that I’ve claimed you, that I’ve made you mine.” Before I can reflect on his words, he steps back, pulling my underwear back up as quickly as he yanked it down. 

I let out an instinctual whine. My hand moves to his arm, grabbing him like he’s the only thing keeping me tethered to the earth. “What--” 

Kirigan squeezes my hand, a predator’s smile on his lips. “I want to feel all of you,” his hand squeezes my hip, “I can’t exactly do that against a wall, dove of mine,” he leans forward, lips brushing against my jaw in a way that leaves me chilled and melting at the same time, “At least not the first time.” 

His whisper forces my breathing to hitch, a fact that he notices with an amused look as his thumb brushes against my collar. Kirigan pulls me away from the wall easily. Even the causal touch feels electric against my skin. 

The walk towards my room is tense, his hands never leaving me as if he’s aware of how necessary it is to keep me distracted to ward off my better sense. When we reach my door, Kirigan opens it like it’s his. Entitled. Typical. 

I step into the room, his touch lingering on my arm. A brief shyness pushes itself into my chest. I had let Kirigan touch me in a public space and lead me back to my room. The door closes. I don’t turn. 

Kirigan’s hand squeezes my shoulder. “Shy, now?” His question is teasing, rekindling the fire beneath my skin as he places an open mouth kiss on my neck. He plays with the thin strap of my nightgown, pushing it off my shoulder. He kisses down my neck, collarbone, and shoulder. My inhibitions are melted away again. “When your breathing stalls like that,” his whisper is enough to elicit a desperate shudder, “I am left desperate.” 

He leans forward, mouth trailing down my chest, coming dangerously close to my breasts. The electric current of his touch is all consuming and addicting. I press my back into his chest. His hands are the opposite of shy, touching me everywhere except where I’m most desperate. Kirigan’s hand places itself between my thighs, using his thumb to tease my entrance. I let out a needy sound. And then he retracts his hand, grabbing my shoulders and turning me in one swift motion. 

“Kirigan.” 

His eyes are dark, clouded by something I don’t understand but am too aware that I reciprocate. “Tell me that I have your favor.” His words are taut, bordering on snapping. Kirigan’s grip on me tightens hard enough to bruise, an assertive need taking over him. “That you want me.”

Desire, pride, and rationality twist in my stomach, leaving me too distracted to form words. My gaze drops to the ground on instinct, something Kirigan clearly finds unacceptable because he’s quick to grab my chin and force my eyes to meet his. 

I swallow once, courage withering beneath the look in his eyes. It’s as twisted as a spindling shadow, but the look is fierce admirational, appreciation so deep I could drown in it. It scares and consols me all at once. “I want you.” There’s something pained about such powerful emotion. I loathe and am empowered by it all at once. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.” The words leave my throat scorching with their sincerity. 

As soon as the words leave me, he’s closing the distance between us, the slightest exhale of tension leaving his lips before they meet mine, prepared to devour me. I reciprocate his actions on instinct alone. There is no hesitation, no space, and yet it is not enough. Not enough and yet I don’t know how to be closer. But Kirigan does. One of his hands cup my cheek, coaxing me towards him as if I could possibly have the will to leave him. He steps forward, guiding me to step back. I obey fluidly until I feel something hit the back of my legs. It’d startle me if I wasn’t so consumed by his touch.

His mouth begins to move away from my skin. I chase after him, desperate to keep him touching me. He stops me by placing a hand on my shoulder, a warning about my neediness. I pout, but as he studies me I pant. Maybe the excuse for air was a good idea. I don’t fight the uneasiness of my breathing as I hold Kirigan’s gaze. He regards me with a patience I consider unbearable, taking in the determined look in his eyes, my swollen lips, disheveled hair, and the top of my night gown that’s half falling off. 

It’s in this moment I realize how much more vulnerable than him I am. 

If Kirigan notices any shift in me, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he adjusts his hand on my cheek, his thumb brushing the hot skin gently. “You are everything.” His voice is cracking glass. “Everything that’s good, at least.” 

Maybe he did notice my initial reaction because I am no longer certain that I am the one that’s most vulnerable. “You’re better than you think.” I only say this because it would only weigh on me more to stay silent. “I see it and you don’t want me to.” 

His hand continues to stroke my cheek. “I want you to see all of me.” The heavy beating of my heart seems to stall in my chest. Kirigan drops his hand before grasping the hem of my nightgown. He pulls the fabric upwards easily, bundling the fabric above my hip. “I want you to…” He exhales flatly, pulling the fabric upwards even more. Nerves flood my stomach as he leans towards me, kissing down my jaw. “To know me,” he whispers against my throat.

I am nothing but uneven breaths as he mouth moves down my chest, stalling only once he’s reached my breasts. He pushes me forward easily, guiding me so that I’m laying on my bed. He’s quick to move over me, kissing up my neck as he adjusts so that I’m against the headboard.

When he pulls away again, I’m left pouting. He grins, fueled by my disappointment. “Don’t worry,” he breathes, fingers hooking around the waistband of my underwear before tugging it down my legs easily, “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” 

Being so exposed has my doubts flooding back, but Kirigan is quick to fight against my instincts in a way only he seems capable of. He squeezes the inside of my upper thigh before leaning down, pressing his mouth onto the skin his fingers just touched. His kisses here are meant to leave me even more desperate, each nip and fleeting pass of his tongue is lazy yet intentional. I am incapable of doing else besides letting out pathetic whines. 

He ignores where I need him most, kissing up my thigh, across my lower stomach, and then down my other thigh. Kirigan continues the pattern across my skin, ignoring any pleas I swallow my pride to give. He is not rushed by my words or cries or the occasional desperate adjustment of my hips. 

Kirigan lifts his head slightly, releasing my inner thigh with an obscene ‘pop’. “Patience.” His fingers trail up my thigh and over my core, teasing my entrance with his lithe fingers. “Unless you’re ready to beg?” 

It’s a challenge, like everything else. The urge to give him my pride to satisfy the electric desire I’m not sure I’m capable of bearing. But then I note his tense hold on my thigh. A sign of restraint, of want. 

“And if I want you to beg for me?” I don’t know where the words come from, but they charge the room with potential. 

Something strange crosses his fingers before his lips tilt upwards in a dark way. “Would you like the strength of that? To have someone like me powerless before you?” My face warms. Kirigan leaves a lingering kiss on my thigh before he moves off the bed. I sigh at the loss of contact, but my tired neediness stalls at the sound of his belt coming undone. “I want to see you on your knees.” I sit up carelessly, desperate to obey him. I’m kneeling in front of him in an instant, taking in his length. The size of it has me gaping. “Open your mouth.” 

I take the order more eagerly than I should, but I make no move to take him. This is just another challenge. I keep my eyes on his as I stick my tongue out before licking the bottom of his member all the way up to his tip. The sound he lets out is pure sin. I lick his tip slowly, each motion of my tongue is strategic as I finally place him in my mouth. I hollow my cheeks, moving up and down slowly. 

The pace is not enough for him, he grips my hair from my scalp as he thrusts into my mouth. The motion is more powerful than I expected and I am left unable to breathe. My slight gag does the opposite of discourage him, he repeats the motion again and again, pushing himself into me until I can feel him in my throat. 

The sounds he lets out are a chorus to me, but it’s not enough. I need more control, I need a way to make him beg. I raise a hand, wrapping it around the base that I cannot fit into my mouth. I stroke him once slowly, making a point as I try to push myself back in order to make him want me more. 

He groans again. I make a point of pushing myself off of him. Precum protrudes his tip. I lick it off of him slowly. I lick up and down his member in the smallest way possible. 

“Y/n,” the restraint in his voice fuels my teasing, “Tease me and you’ll still be overwhelmed by want when the sun rises.” 

A pout tugs at my lips before I open my mouth again, taking Kirigan to my limit. He lets me set the pace of my bobs at first, but then he becomes desperate, holding me in place by the roots of my hair as he moans and thrusts into me without restraint. He ignores my choking as he continues until he throws his head back, letting out a quick praise of my name.

He finishes in my mouth and I swallow all he offers me greedly. I back off my knees slowly, throat burning as his member leaves my mouth. “On the bed.” He’s turned into something insatiable. “Now.” 

I move back to my bed, laying in the same position as before. He takes his time approaching me. When he finally gets to me, he kisses my thighs easily. I let out a small breath before something that’s pure pleasure meets my core. His tongue laps upwards lazily, grazing my clit but not quite touching it.  My hips thrust towards his face, but with hand he holds me down. A coil in my stomach continues to build as he angles himself more purposefully, tongue finally taking care of my clit. My gasps become less and less reasonable as he continues to lap at all that my body has to offer. The coil tightens, I see stars--and then, like cruelty personified, he pulls away. His absence leaves me ready to cry out. 

My desperation only fuels Kirigan as he lines himself with my entrance. Concern twists my stomach as I consider how full my mouth felt when he was in me. I expect some level of warning, but he thrusts into me with no warning. I let out a pathetic cry, but that means nothing to him as he pulls out just to thrust into me with full force again.

“Only I can hurt you,” he demands, thrusting into me as I call out his name. My eyes water at the sensation of such fullness, pleasure and pain combining themselves in a way that leaves me incapable of thought. “Your tears,” he muses, one hand moving to wipe at a tear rolling down my cheek, “Are mine.” 

His thrusts become more and more brutal, less and less even. Each movement of his body in mine leaves me begging for more and less at the same time. He continues until the coil in my stomach tenses to the point of breaking. 

“Kirigan,” I manage, voice far away, “I’m going t--”

“I know,” he offers, “finish with me, dove.” His hand finds my throat, adding the slightest bit of restrained pressure. “And do not hold in your cries.” 

Two more sharp thrusts have us both finishing, calling out for each other as we try to draw out the high of our orgasms together. 

We stay intertwined like that for longer than we should, but then Kirigan stands. I envy his ability to do so. I don’t call for him even though I still don’t want to be alone here. A moment later, I hear him approach. I’m too drowsy to ask what he’s doing as a damp towel is wiped against my forehead and inner thighs. 

When he’s finished cleaning me, some raw emotion settles in my chest. “Are you leaving?” 

Kirigan hesitates. “Not if you don’t want me to.” 

I roll over, the motion leaves my body aching. Kirigan accepts my invitation, crawling beneath my sheets and adjusting our bodies so that he can rest his hand on my back. 

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[qyllenhaal]

Muse

Pairing: Artist!Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve’s an artist, and you’re secretly his muse. 3rd POV. WC: 3.5k

Warnings: smut (18+ only, MDNI), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex. Fluff. Friends to lover.

Steve knew it was a risk to quit his job and focus full-time on being an artist. His boss laughed in his face when he turned in his letter of resignation and asked Steve how much he thought his "little paintings" were going to make him. Steve didn't just face this scrutiny from his boss, but his friends too albeit not as harsh. Many of the people in his life didn't understand his passion for something that might leave him struggling, but Y/n was always there encouraging him.

"You may struggle for a little bit, but I think it's great Steve! Only one day into your new life as an artist and you already seem happier!"

Steve has known Y/n for almost a decade. They met under odd circumstances that some would consider a meet cute. She's still so sweet and bubbly just like she was the day he met her. It wasn't hard for him to fall head-over-heels for her. She always has a kind word and an open ear even during times of distress.

Sometimes he blushes when she gives him a compliment. She claims to not know anything about art, but every time he shows her something new she always has something stark to say that sticks with him. Maybe it's because it's coming from her.

His time spent alone in his studio is sacred. He converted a room in his apartment into a makeshift studio and he finds so much solace in those four walls. He has wanted to dabble in painting live subjects, maybe even a nude model or too, but he found himself getting real shy about it. He'd love to have someone to pose and to capture the way the light perfectly hits their face. That someone he imagined was often Y/n.

He was shocked when she allowed him to make her his subject. It started with him asking to paint a few photos of her she had lying around for "practice." Y/n was more than happy to help her friend Steve, only under the condition that he show her the final product. Steve found no problem in showing off the pastoral setting paintings he created, but it was much more harder to show off paintings of the person he thinks is the most beautiful person in the world.

Just like he couldn't muster up the confidence to ask anyone else to be his model, Steve could never ask Y/n to model for him in person. He found himself becoming too shy whenever the question was on the tip of his tongue. It would be much better if he were here in person with him, but he opted for photos of her clipped to his easel for reference. He'd finish a painting in one day and send her a photo via text of the finished product.

“I really look like that? It's amazing Steve!”

But eventually he ran out of photos. He tried to reuse some old ways and paint in a different style, or play with the colors, but it was beginning to become stale. Steve needed something new, but he didn't want to let go of Y/n as his subject.

"So you need new pictures?"

"Yeah — it's fine if you don't have any more," he tries to play it off as if he doesn't have 10 canvases in his studio of paintings of her that he hasn't shown her.

"We could take some more. Do you still have that digital camera you got a few Christmas' ago?"

"No. I think it got lost when I moved."

"Oh. Well I think Sam has a camera we can borrow. It's one of those fancy ones, right?"

Steve agreed to ask Sam to borrow his camera, but he honestly wishes that he had just bought his own. The amount of teasing he had to endure when he explained to Sam exactly why he needed the camera made his skin heat up. He couldn't stop his cheeks from becoming rosy when Sam asked when is he finally going to tell Y/n how he feels about her. Steve doesn't want to ruin what they have just in case Y/n rejects him. He'd much rather wallow in his school boy crush than put a strain on their friendship.

"How do you want me to pose?"

Y/n sat on the lone couch in Steve's studio room. It wasn't the best quality but it was still useful.

The curtains were drawn to shield the sun that was nearly set. The lighting in the room was dim save for the soft light coming from a small lamp pointed at her. It casted a warm, yellowish light onto her skin. She wore a white dress and kicked her shoes off at the front door.

"Whatever comes natural to you," his voice is weak as he responds. The atmosphere of the room is slightly romantic and he can't shake his nerves. Everything feels extremely intimate.

Y/n is almost as nervous as Steve. She's never modeled for someone and it feels a little bit awkward. She's always comfortable around Steve, but she can't help but get a little nervous when she sees Steve with the camera in his hands.

"You look perfect like that," he compliments the half-asses pose she's doing before snapping the first photo. He looks at the preview before the camera's screen could go dark.

"Let me see." He shows her and she just nods her head, "let me adjust myself," she whispers.

Y/n unbuttons the first two buttons of her dress, exposing more of her chest that only gives a glimpse of her breast. Steve pretended to not notice it as he took another picture of her. Once again Y/n asked to see the photo and looked a little more satisfied with it this time.

"Do you think that I could — nevermind."

"What is it Y/n?" He asks with a soft laugh that makes her want to melt.

"Do you think I could unbutton my dress all the way?" Her voice faltered as she asked. She watched Steve's reaction intently. She hopes the question doesn't make him uncomfortable. "It's just that I was looking up some ideas online so I could prepare and I saw this really pretty picture of this model and she was semi-nude but it was really pretty so I wanted to ask if we could try it," she explained; or perhaps over-explained.

Steve was completely dumbfounded. If Y/n couldn't see it in his dropped jaw, then she can see it in the way he just freezes.

"It's okay if that's too much."

"No! No, it's okay."

Y/n gave him a half smile before she began to unbutton the front of her dress. Steve tried to look away, but how could he not? The more she revealed herself, the easier it was for him to see the swell of her breast. Her skin looks so soft and he feels compelled to reach out and caress her bare skin. But he keeps his hands to himself.

"Is this too much?" The puffy sleeves of her dress were off of her shoulder and her dress was all the way open until the middle of her stomach. It's a lot for him to handle, but he feels blessed to see such a sight.

"No. It's perfect. You're perfect."

Y/n's skin heats up despite the room being cold. She was starting to get a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't a bad one or an uncomfortable feeling, but it was something she wasn't used to.

Now she's half-naked and posing on his couch. The first few photos he took of her like this were awkward as they both had to adjust to Y/n being half-naked.

Steve couldn't ignore the way the cold air made her nipples hard and breast tender. Steve was supposed to be on his best behavior, but he is seconds away from making a stupid mistake with his best friend.

Y/n arches her back which makes her breast jut out at him. Steve pauses to pray that he doesn't get a hard on. He feels a bit like a scumbag for even having this dilemma. It's just his best friend's half-naked body — that looks so soft and tender.

He forced himself to steel his resolve and hurry up and finish the task at hand. He began to treat her more like a model instead of the best friend he has a crush on.

"Try this," he suggests to her to move her body in a different way, which she does, but it's not quite what he wants. He was hesitant to get his hands on her, but he went for it anyway, "a little more like this."

In the process of moving her body, his hand brushed against her nipple. Y/n involuntarily let out a moan which made both of them pause. They looked at each other before Y/n let out a nervous laugh to try to play it off.

"Sorry," Steve apologizes.

"It's okay."

He glosses over what just happened and goes back to moving her body to her liking. He can't get over how good she feels underneath him. The truth is that he was taking his time to be able to have this experience for much longer. He may never have this kind of closeness with her again and he just can't quite let go.

Y/n watches his face as his hands touch her body. He looks so handsome under this lighting and Y/n wonders if she's always felt this way about Steve. For some reason she feels lust swirling inside of her. She hopes she isn't making a mistake when she leans forward and kisses him. Steve freezes under her kiss, stunned by reality, but he lets it happen. Her lips feel so soft against his, just like he always imagined.

She pulls away and places her forehead against his. Steve still has his eyes closed, lost in the dream that is Y/n's closeness.

"You can open your eyes now," she teases him. He obeys her and laughs along with her.

"I've wanted this for so long," he admits.

The revelation is shocking to her. She had no idea he felt this way about her, but now she wonders how much she's been oblivious to.

"Do you want this, Y/n? The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable."

"No, no — I want this Steve. I wanna feel you touching me," her voice became somewhat whiny as desire fueled her.

With her blessing, Steve did not hold back. He kissed her hard, the way he imagined he would always kiss her. Imagine the way his heart nearly stopped when Y/n kissed him back with the same amount of fervor and want. Her hand came up and rested against the stubble on his cheek. They wish they could say their kiss was delicate, but it was not; it was sloppy and their tongues danced with each other.

When Steve pulls away, he's out of breath, but he's happy. The light touches he gave to her body earlier were not a bit rougher. He wants to explore every inch of her body in seconds, but he wants to be patient; he has all night to discover every inch of her.

"Touch me right here, Steve."

Y/n places his hands on her breast with his thumbs in reach of her nipples. Steve's thumb runs across her taut nipples which makes her sigh. "You like that?" He asks with a bit more confidence. She nods her head and her approval emboldens him. “Good.”

His lips ghost across the skin on her neck before he places a wet kiss against the skin on her throat. He can feel her breath hitch every time he places a tender kiss on her flesh. She smells like lavender and it makes him feel dizzy. He keeps playing with her nipples as he begins to suck on her neck. Y/n wants to just lay there and take in the feeling of him spoiling her, but she also wants to hear him moan. She strokes the bulge in his pants with her knee and she feels him groan against her skin. He lightly grinds himself against her knee to relieve all of the tension that built up inside of him. Neither of them are sure who wants who more, but it doesn’t matter to either of them. Knowing that this is an equal exchange of love and lust is enough for the two of them.

“Oh god Steve,” Y/n coos when he sucks on the most sensitive part of her neck. They’ve only just begun, but he makes her feel so good. A part of her is wishing that she had discovered Steve’s crush on her a long time ago, but she has him now and that’s all that matters.

“I wanna make you feel good,” he says against her skin, “I wanna make you cum.”

Y/n can’t help but moan at his confession. She can already imagine how it would feel to have him between her legs.

“Please Steve!”

Steve sits up just to push her dress up. The cotton panties she wears has a pink bow sewn onto it and he finds it adorable. He glances back up at her and he notices that she’s looking away from him. She’s now feeling bashful knowing that he’s going to see her completely naked even though she wants all of this and more. “It’s okay, pretty girl,” Steve pacifies her by slowly stroking her outer thigh. She finally looks at him, her pupils wide with lust. She almost sighs in content when he starts to slide her panties down. The cool air of the rooms only heats her up once it hits her hot sex.

“My god,” Steve whispers to himself. She looks so pretty, but she’s absolutely messy between her legs. She places her foot on the back of his couch to spread herself wider for him. “Good girl.”

Steve lowers himself between her legs and just stares at her for a moment. He wants to remember this for the rest of his life just in case this is the last time something like this happens between the two of them. He would be crushed if Y/n asked to just continue on as friend’s after this, but he would be eternally grateful that she granted him this opportunity. All he wants to do is make her feel good; his pleasure will follow suit, but it’s all about her.

One of his fingers runs along the edge of her folds. Y/n whimpers at the delicate way he treats her body. She feels so lucky to have someone so kind and sweet like Steve. He touches her with care, and love is in every stroke. “You’re so perfect,” he says before kissing her inner thigh. Every part of her body is sensitive but somehow she is able to withstand it all.

The first lick to her pussy overblows both of their senses. She’s sweet like honey and juicy like a peach. Steve’s first instinct is to groan against her pussy which sends vibration throughout her entire body. She feels like she’s on fire as all of the blood in her body goes straight to her sensitive nub. His tongue focuses on her clit and she’s in heaven. Steve’s tongue moves with so much skill and precision, but most importantly, passion. Steve treats her like he truly wants her, and Y/n can’t help but fall for him at this moment.

“You taste so good,” he coos against her slick.

The way he paws at her body while licking her pussy makes her feel like she’s being worshiped. Tears well in her eyes the harder he sucks at her clit. She hopes his neighbors’ aren’t home because they’d probably be annoyed at the loud sounds of her cries of pleasure. He has her on the edge and it just takes him rolling her nipples with his fingers that finally push her over.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Her cries are so angelic to him. And as much as he wants to keep licking her out, Steve needs to be inside of her so bad. He tames himself and pulls his mouth away from her to pull himself out of his pants. His incredibly hard, the head of his cock an angry red as it leaks pre-cum. “This is what you do to me,” his words are haunting. Y/n whines and wiggles her hips from being so impatient.

Steve lowers himself and presses the head of her cock at her opening. She’s so slippery that he pushes into her with ease. His cock is so big that she inhales sharply as she takes all of him inside of her. Her walls are like silk around him.

“So tight baby — oh god.”

Steve feels like he’s going to explode already. Her pussy is squeezing him and she looks up at him with wide eyes as she takes his cock like a good girl. It is the hardest task he’s ever faced in his life to not cum already. She just feels so good.

“Are you okay?” He asks sweetly before dipping his head to kiss her forehead.

She nods her head, “yes, Steve…feels so good,” she manages to speak coherently.

Her legs were thrown over his legs which allows him to fuck deeper into her. She looks so beautiful underneath him. Steve wants to feel her cum on his cock so bad. She flutters around him when he pulls out of her only to push back in seconds later.

Steve can only control himself for so long before he’s pounding into her. The cry of his name on her lips is so saccharine that it gives him a sweet tooth. He sucks on the skin of her neck to satisfy that need while Y/n places her hand on the back of his head as she moans for him.

“I’m gonna cum Steve! You’re going to make me cum!”

The ridges of his cock feels so good inside of her, but what really does it for her is how the head of his cock is kissing her cervix. The stretch of his cock is such a delicious burn that she wants him inside forever. With his face planted in her neck, lips kissing at her skin, Y/n is completely enamored with the way Steve consumes all of her. She is his just as much as he is her.

He feels her sex squeeze him one more time before she’s cumming all around him. She clings to him as her orgasm ravages through her. Steve fucks her through it before reluctantly pulling out of her. Her jerks himself off until he’s cumming all over her pretty tits, painting her body like she’s one of the world’s most precious masterpieces.

The two are completely spent as their limbs dangle off of his couch. Y/n’s heart is full feeling his cum cooling on her chest. She dips a finger in his spent and sucks it off, savoring his taste since she didn’t get a chance to go down on him. Steve almost passes out at the sight.

“You’re crushing my legs Steve,” she laughs warmly. He rolls off of her and off of the couch entirely.

Steve grabs a towel and starts t0 clean up her chest. He remembers what they were supposed to be accomplishing, but after what just happened between the two of them, Steve is certain he won’t be anxious about asking her to be his model again.

“So, where do we go from here?”

The question catches him off guard. He slowly wipes away his cum with the damp towel from her chest. As much as finding the answer to this question is hard, he is happy that she asked it because it means that she’s giving him a chance.

“I don’t want this to be the last time we do this,” Steve admits. He’s quickly become addicted to the way their foreheads pressed together; it just feels so intimate. “I love you too much for this to be the last time we ever spend like this together.”

As much as tonight has been shocking to her after the revelation of Steve proving to her that he loves her, she’s only overwhelmed with positive emotions.

“Then let’s not let this be the last time,” she whispers against his lips.

A wave of relief washes over Steve as he just lays there against, their bare bodies pressed against each other as if this is always how it should’ve been. His only hope is that they can stay like this forever.

[hangezoeenthusiast]

You failed me

multiple x gn!reader

word count: 2,524

warnings: cursing, yelling, arguing, death, angst, blood, explosion, the egg (it deserves its own warning)

synopis: you guys failed me(us)

(the lyrics go with each person, might not get everyone, and also xd’s part is kinda wonky)

song: rät by penelope scott

I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God They make technology, high quality, complex physiological Experiments and sacrilege in the name of public good They taught me everything, just like a daddy should

Quackity, Karl, George, and Sapnap left you. Your mentors, your friends. The ones who taught you everything you knew. They went to build their little “Kinoko Kingdom” while you stayed in the ruins, the dust. “They’ll regret that.” you swore. You built something better, something greater.

It was called “Las Nevadas”. A place where everyone was allowed. They would remember not to fuck with you. They would soon realize that they should watch their back for the rest of their short, stupid lives.

“Watch out, you guys, I'm watching your every move.”

And you were beautiful and vulnerable and power and success God damn, I fell for you, your flamethrowers, your tunnels, and your tech I studied code because I wanted to do something great like you And the real tragеdy is half of it was true

Wilbur majorly fucked up. He was supposed to be with you to the end, your guys’ country, right? No. He left you behind. He went to find peace, find his heaven, while you stayed on earth, wallowing away until your flesh seeped off your rattling bones, rotting away by yourself, with no one to bare witness.

“Why didn’t you bring me with you Wilbur?” you asked his stupid grave on top of the once L’Manburg. “Why did you get the ecstasy, why do I get the remains?”

“I’m coming for you Wilbur, and when I do, we are going to wreck upon justice on everyone who wronged us, wronged you, they will feel our wrath.”

But we've been fuckin' mеan, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church And this faux-rad West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I trusted you, it tastes like Thomas Malthus Your proposal is immodest and insane And I hope someday Selmers rides her fuckin' train

"Y/n!" Technoblade yelled. "I TRUSTED YOU, AND YOU BETRAYED ME, FOR WHAT, TO BLOW UP A STUPID COUNTRY, A COUNTRY THAT WAS DOOMED TO FAIL FROM THE START." He started to battle you, missing every single swing, blinded by fury.

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE.”

"LOOK AT ME GODDAMN IT."

You looked up at him in the eyes and boldly said, "No, Techno, don’t you see, you’re in the wrong here, you’re the one who betrayed me." You were blinded by friendship, you couldn’t see that Tommy had betrayed Techno, and that what the Butcher Army did to Techno was terrible.

"What do you mean Y/n, you know what they did, they wronged me, they used me, they tortured me, they gave me hell, so I gave it back to them, I destroyed the things they loved, the people they loved, you see Y/n, those who have treated me with kindness I will repay that kindness tenfold, and those who treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends, I shall repay that injustice a thousand times over, do you understand?"

"No I don't, Techno, you can't do this.” you begged. He pushed you out of the way, "Get out of my way Y/n." “No, I won’t, I won’t let you destroy everything we worked for.”

“Well, then I have to fight you.”

And thus the battle began, Swords clashing against each other, blood spilling from open wounds, friends digging each other into a whole both of them couldn’t get out of. Techno was letting you off easy, he knew his strength, he knew that he could’ve beaten you in one swipe, but he didn’t want to kill you.

So when you had the opportunity, you swept from under his feet, and knocked him down. You placed your blade onto his neck, pressing down until a little drop of blood appeared, “Stay down Technoblade, or I’ll do something worse than try to put you on trial.”

He watched as you walked away from him, trying to save L’Manberg from a worst fate than death itself.

“One day Y/n, you’ll see, I’m on your side.”

I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I feel so stupid, and so used I feel so used

"Why would you do that Dream? You didn't have to do that." you interrogated. Dream had stupidly blew up the community house. You both didn't plan that, he had gone behind your back. "I had to Y/n, you wouldn't understand."

"What do you mean I don't understand, you went against my back, we were supposed to-" you cut off yourself, "Dream, don't you understand, you did something stupid, and what did you get, you got stupid jail." "The reason I did that is because I needed to isolate myself from humanity." he said, proudness lacing his words.

"What do you mean?" you questioned. "If anyone knows I can revive people, I'm screwed, so that's why I need to be by myself, yeah it sucks major ass, but at least no one else will know, well, besides you anyways." "I have a task for you Y/n/n, I need you to find a way to bring Tommy and Ghostbur in here."

"Why Dream?"

"I'm going to revive Wilbur."

I was your baby, your firstborn, the hot girl in your comp-sci class And I was Darwin's prep school dream, bred, born and raised to kick your ass I fell for circuit boards, rocket ships, pictures of the stars If you could only be what you pretend you are

"PHILZA MINECRAFT COME BACK HERE." you were chasing Phil, through the woody forest, covered by oak trees. He had information on Technoblade's whereabouts and you needed it. You chased him with your enchanted netherite armor, netherite sword and axe, and a few op potions. Your goal was to capture Philza and interrogate him on where Techno's place was. The thing was, you were his child. His own child trying to kill his own son.

He felt betrayed, his own child turned against him and their brother, their family. "The Butcher Army must've gotten to you somehow." he thought in his head. Surely, his darling Y/n didn't do it on their own will, right?

He was incorrect, you did it because you believed that Techno needed to be brought to justice, by punishment. You believed that your own sibling needed to die, because he was a "liability" to L'Manberg's growth and future. He needed to die because as long as he would live his long life with his little enderman Edward, retired, he would still cause trouble to everything you, Quackity, Tubbo, Fundy, and Ranboo had built.

He pleaded, "Stop Y/n, you don't have to do this." You argued, "I do Philza, as long as he lives, my plans for L'Manberg will forever cease to exist."

He felt like shit, you called him Philza, not Dadza, or Dad, or anything besides his normal name. "Did I screw something up?" he asked himself quietly under his breath. "Yes you did Phil, you took the traitor's side." you had heard Phil mumble.

"HE'S NOT A TRAITOR." Phil yelled at you. "Yes he is, he deserves what he is about to get, I will say it again, where is his base?"

"I'm not saying, Y/n, why are you doing this, Techno is your own sibling." "He's not my sibling anymore, that stopped when he destroyed L'Manberg, you're lucky I forgived you." you declared.

"Y/n/n, please don't do this."

"I have to Dadza, I can't let him roam free."

When I said take me to the moon, I never meant take me alone I thought if mankind toured the sky, it meant that all of us could go But I don't want to see the stars if they're just one more piece of land For us to colonize, for us to turn to sand

Bad had tried to convice you to join the Eggpire. You had no effect while being next to the egg, and he had to take you out. People who had no effect towards the egg had to be eliminated.

He was creepily following you, waiting until you stopped to get a chance to capture you. He had hope that you did have an effect, that you would join the Egg with him. He didn't want to kill you, you were his best friend, besides Skeppy of course.

"Come back here Y/n." he said. "No chance in hell Bad, get the fuck away from me." "HEY, LANGUAGE!" he exclaimed. "No language, get away from me, you're creeping me out."

He threw his trident, spinning in the air, trying to catch up to your frantic steps. You were trying to get to Church Prime, where no one could kill anyone, hopefully Bad would abide to that rule. You were just about to step on Church Prime when you bumped into a hard, armored chest.

You looked up shyly, and saw Punz, with his red eyes reflecting anger. "Where are you going Y/n?" he questioned. "Somewhere." you blankly stated. You were desperate, you didn't want to die, or anything else that Bad was going to do to you. You tried to dodge Punz, but he placed a hand on your shoulder, "Stay right here Y/n."

"No, get away from me, I don't know what's wrong with all of you, but go away, I don't want anything to do with your stupid Eggpire." He raged, and grabbed your wrist heavily, "DON'T TALK ABOUT THE EGG LIKE THAT, IT WILL TAKE CONTROL OF THE SERVER, AND YOU ALL WILL BE ITS SERVANTS." "LET ME THE FUCK GO PUNZ." you screamed. You were wiggling in his grip, trying to escape his lunatic self.

While he was holding you, you saw two other shadows behind you. It was Antfrost and Bad. "What do you guys want from me, I didn't do anything wrong."

"You are against the Egg Y/n, people who are like you and Tommy have to die."

"Well, I'm not dying today." you murmured under your breath. "What was that you said?" Antfrost asked you.

You smirked, "I'm not dying today, I'll tell you one more time, let go of me."

Bad and Antfrost walked closer to you, Punz right behind you, all of them cornering you into a tight spot. "What you going to do about it Y/n, you're cornered."

"You'll know when they get here, but for now, you better run boys."

'Cause we're so fuckin' mean, we're so elitist, we're as fucked as any church And this bullshit West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I loved you, and why would you lie? And then I realized that you're just as naïve as I am Oh, you're so traumatized it makes me want to cry

"Tubbo, don't do this." Schlatt had unfortunately found out that you were a spy, that you were on Pogtopia's side. He had ordered Tubbo to kill you with fireworks, to light you on fire, give you blisters all over your body. "Please Tubbs, you're my friend." you pleaded.

"I can't Y/n/n, or something worse will happen." he whispered to you. "What do you mean?" you asked. "He can-" he trailed off, looking somewhere else besides your eyes. "Tubbo, you don't have to do what that stupid bastard tells you to do, you're your own person, with your own thoughts and actions."

"I'm sorry Y/n, I hope you can forgive me."

"TUBBO N-" you was cut off by firewords hitting your skin, making blisters and burn marks all over your body. You lost your second canon life, feeling betrayed by Tubbo. He killed you for what, a stupid father who never cared about him in his entire life, a father who exiled his friends that actually treated him like a person, and not like some random piece of trash.

You respawned in your bed, feeling bruises and bumps mostly on your forearms and your back.

"I'll help you Tubbo, I’ll get rid of him.”

You dumb bitch I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I'm so embarrassed, I feel abused

“Come on Y/n/n, come with me.” Punz begged of you. He wanted you to visit the Egg. You didn’t want to be controlled by a stupid omelette. "I'm not Punzo, why are you so obsessed with that stupid thing."

"DON'T SPEAK OF THE EGG LIKE THAT."

You put your hands in front of you, accidentally touching Punz's chest, "Ok calm down buddy." He didn't calm down and instead yelled at you on why you had to join the Eggpire.

"If you join, you will be forever happy."

"If you join you'll get whatever you want."

You were tired of the members of the Eggpire to convince you to join them, you didn't like eggs anyway. "Punz, for the last time, I'm not joining you, stop telling me."

“Then you have to die.”

So fuck your tunnels, fuck your cars, fuck your rockets, fuck your cars again You promised you'd be Tesla, but you're just another Edison 'Cause Tesla broke a patent, all you ever broke were hearts I can't believe you tore humanity apart

“XD!” You were pissed at him, he had destroyed your house, made your friends pissed at you, just everything you liked. All because he wanted you for himself.

He wanted you to be dependent on his every word, and he was being a manipulative psychopath. And you didn’t tolerate that, it was like he was his human counterpart, Dream.

He walked to you with confidence, waiting for to get a hug from you, well, he didn’t get that. You slapped him so hard his head swung to the left.

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

“That’s what you get you stupid son of a bitch. You fucking ruined everything.” “Calm down Y/n/n, what is wrong?” He acted concerned, but you knew that he was faking. He would do anything to get someone’s approval.

“DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT’S WRONG, IT’S YOU, YOUR STUPID PRESENCE IN MY LIFE. YOU KEEP ON WALKING AROUND LIKE YOU FUCKING OWN THE PLACE.”

“Calm down darling, just take some netheri-” you interrupted him by slapping the ore out of his hands. “I don’t need jack shit from you XD, you know what, take back the necklace, I don’t want it.” You pulled the shiny, green emerald necklace off your neck, and pulled XD’s palm out.

You placed the necklace filled with memories, and put it on his hand. You closed up his palm, and walked away, leaving XD to his own accord.

“We could’ve had evertything X.”