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whaddayadothatfor · 1 year

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Eucteniza relata

Summary: After catching Miguel in the act, you realize you’re trapped in his web. Miguel, tired of your smart mouth and disobedience, has a bone to pick with you.

Content warnings: dub-con humiliation, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, faux!vampire!Miguel because I’m obsessed

AN: This man is an asshole, y’all. Yummy. This is also so so nasty. Did anyone watch The Invitation?? Remember the scene with the door? Those that get it, get it. Anyways, I hope y’all like it! Oops and before I forget, there will be a third and final part. See ya!

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MDNI

This is the second part to Ctenizidae! Check it out here if you haven’t read it yet: Part 1

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Miguel lifts you up, holding your hips in his hands. He trails his fangs from the base of your neck to that sensitive spot right beneath your ear lobe.

He bites down gently, just enough to draw both blood and a whimper out of you. He tugs your hair back so he can do want he wants without interference, kissing and sucking and biting as he pleases, paying no mind to your choked-back moans.

When he’s had enough, he moves to whisper in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

“You know, I’ve had just about enough of that mouth of yours—“

“My m-mouth has done nothing to you.” Miguel grabs your cheeks and smooshes them together, making all your words slur together.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about,” he groans, his head tilting upwards in exasperation. “You never know when to shut up, you always have something to say.”

You glare at him. You want to say something, but then you’d prove his point. He continues, sparing no attention to your restraint. Rude. Well then, if he’s just going to ignore you anyways, why bother?

“Y’know I have a reputation to uphold—“

“That sounds like a personal problem.” He glares at you, and you remember the position he has you in. Caged in between him and the wall, stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“It’s about to be your problem.” He lifts you easily over his shoulder and carries you across the room, dumping you unceremoniously onto the bed. “I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

As he sits down, you scramble over to the head of the bed, but Miguel grabs your ankle and yanks you back.

“Oh no, you don’t get to run. C’mere.” He manhandles you over his lap. You struggle against him, but it only works against you, like a spider’s prey working itself deeper into the web. Miguel is relentless and patient. He holds you down with one hand, waiting until you tire yourself out.

“Are you ready now?” At your silence, he continues. “Here’s what you’re gonna do: you’re going to take this spanking, like a good girl. And afterwards, you’re gonna say thank you.”

“This is ridiculous—“ You hissed after Miguel slapped your thighs, one after another in quick succession.

“I wasn’t finished. Be quiet.” He rubs the warmed skin gently before continuing. “You really have a problem with talking back. I think being on your knees will fix that. But first—“

He peels off your jeans but leaves your underwear, just enough that you ass was fully exposed. You feel like a schoolgirl getting paddled in the principal’s office. It is humiliating.

He groans, deep and guttural as he gropes your ass. “Dios mío, este culo.”

“Wait, hold on—“ He doesn’t. He strikes your right cheek, then your left. He does it over and over, in the same spot. He doesn’t stop, not when you arch your back, nor when you’re flailing your legs or even when your soft cries turn into low moans. “I can’t, Miguel. Please.”

He pauses. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying yourself, princesa.” He squeezes in-between your thighs and drags his two middle fingers across your slit. “Not when the evidence is dripping from your thighs.”

He shows you just how you enjoyed his attention by shoving his fingers into your mouth.

“Suck.” He fucks your throat with his long, thick fingers, making you gag and drool around them. “Good girl. Now I’m going to give you something bigger to choke on. Get on your knees.”

“No, Miguel. If you think I’m going to suck your dick like this, you’re insane.” You refuse adamantly.

“You just love to argue, huh baby?” Miguel just shakes his head. “Or maybe you just like being forced to do what you’re told. Either way, it doesn’t matter.”

He manhandles you once more, rearranging you until just your head hangs off of the bed. “I know just what you need.”

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 3 months

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Why Don't You Punish Me Then? Poe Dameron x F!Reader

For @for-a-longlongtime and this Ask Summary: You and Poe are in denial, but it's clear you're insatiable for one another. Warnings: Bondage, Voyeurism, pet names, public petting, bratty behaviour, switch dynamics, sub/dom dynamics, cucking (with a toy), orgasm denial play, unprotected PiV(but established relationship so some assumed assurances), cable-ties, questionable physics. (Set somewhere in the time Leia is still alive, RIP Space Queen, we love you Carrie <3 ) Thank you @noxturnalpascal and @merz-8 for doing a quick sweep of this for me <3 [AO3] Wordcount: 3.1k

Poe can’t stop touching you under the table during the debriefing. It’s been weeks since you were last in the same room and as impatient as you are to be alone with Poe, he’s kriffing insatiable.

“Stop,” you hiss under your breath as Commander Organa addresses the room. You’re sat at the very back, the lighting around you soft enough that even though you’re practically sat in Poe’s lap, no-one seems to notice – or care.

You two are the worst kept secret in the fleet, but neither of you have the guts to make anything official. It’s hard to place permanent labels on things when you’re in the midst of an intergalactic war.

“Stop what?” He asks as he brushes his lips against your ear, his right hand trailing up the inside of your left thigh as you try not to squirm. Heat pulses through you with every minuscule movement of his fingers as he inches up your thigh.

From the outside, it might look like Poe is whispering something about the mission. The pair of you are known to conspire during meetings, and critique mission briefings, much to command’s ire. But only you are privy to the way your cunt clenches at the wet drag of Poe’s tongue against the shell of your ear.

“You’re going to get us in trouble,” you hiss, your breath catching in your throat as you feel two thick fingers stroke against the front of your jumpsuit, “Quit it.”

“You need to work on your poker-face,” he taunts you as he rubs firmly up and down against your clothed cunt. You have to stifle a moan at the way the friction makes your toes curl. Heat pools in your core and you stop yourself from bucking your hips to chase the delicious friction.

“You need to stop, seriously,” you snap as you gently prise his hand away from your aching core.

“Or what? Are you going to punish me?” Poe rasps in your ear as he entwines his fingers in yours, guiding your hand to his lap. You bite your lip as you feel his hard cock swelling under your fingers as he holds your hand against the front of his tight pants.

“You deserve it, horny asshole,” you hiss as you notice Leia’s eyes wander over to the pair of you.

“Do you two have something you’d like to share?” She asks, looking pointedly between you.

“No ma’am.”

The pair of you say in unison and Leia rolls her eyes at you before continuing. You can almost hear her telepathically telling you two to get a room.

“See how you make me feel?” Poe continues his verbal assault on your self-control as he slowly grinds his clothed dick against the palm of your hand. His hand is back on your thigh now, but you don’t move your own from his cock. You’re practically salivating at the promise his rock-hard bulge infers.

“I do,” you breathe as you grip him through his pants, “But I don’t think you deserve to be rewarded for this behaviour, Dameron.”

“Why don’t you punish me then?” He growls in your ear as you feel his thick fingers grind against your clothed clit.

“Meet me in my quarters,” you snap as the meeting finishes up and the rest of the mission crew depart. You catch Leia giving you an amused grin as you leave, you swear one of these days she’s going to call you out on your joint bullshit, but not today. She knows you two have some catching up to do.

~*~

Poe crashes his lips against yours the moment your door opens, pinning you to him with his large hands on your hips. You lean into his strong form as you lick into his pliable mouth. He walks you back to the bed and before he can push you down you hook your foot behind his ankle and push him off-balance. You turn him around deftly as you press him down onto your small cot.

“Missed you so much,” he groans as he pulls you flush against him, one hand pawing at your right breast as the other slides the zipper of your jumpsuit down.

“Missed you too, now strip,” you bark as you slide back off his lap, continuing to undress as you watch Poe scramble to pull off his clothes. His eager eyes are on you as he lies bare, his thick cock weeping against his abdomen as he looks up at you.

“So needy,” you admonish him as you continue to slowly peel off your suit. You kick off your boots and stand there in your cotton panties and bra as he fawns up at you, “You’re being punished remember? Up on the pillows like a good boy.”

Poe whines softly at the condescension in your tone but does as he’s told, shuffling back up against the far wall of the cot.

“Good, arms up,” you order as you crawl up the bed to meet him before leaning down to the nightstand, “Remember your safe word?”

“Geonosis,” Poe recites it quickly, tongue darting out over his dry lips as he watches you, his body twitches as he tries to stay still.

“Good,” you coo as you pull out a bundle of cable-ties, “Stay still.”

You straddle Poe’s hips as you pull out the anchor point from the wall above him, something you’d had installed off the books by one of the ship’s mechanics. Nothing like exchanging a good bottle of liquor and a carton of death sticks for discretion on a Resistance fleet ship.

“Please,” Poe whimpers as you let your tits brush against his face as you loop the cable-ties through the anchor and around his wrists, “Can I?” He asks as he looks between your hardened peaks and your face.

“As long as you promise to be good?” You taunt as you lean forwards, brushing your right breast agains his lips. You stifle a moan as you feel him latch onto the stiff nub.

“Promise,” he murmurs against your skin as he suckles gently on your tit. Your head lolls back as he gently nips at the tender flesh, sending pleasure rippling through your body. You grind your hips forward, your wet slit gliding along his length as he groans into your breast.

“Love your tits,” he mewls as you offer him the second one, he takes it greedily into his wet mouth as he strains against his bonds, “So fucking perfect.”

You let out soft moans as he worships your tits, pressing his face between them occasionally as he mouths at your sternum.

“Please, let me fuck you?” He whimpers and a delicious smirk plays across your lips.

“Begging already? Such an eager boy,” you hum as you lower yourself onto Poe’s lap, the sticky, silken press of his cock against your ass cheeks makes his eyes roll back into his head.

“Please,” he whines again, and you rock your ass back against him a little as he bites his lip, his eyes glassy with desire as he pleads.

“No,” you say as you lean forward to press your lips against his, “You’re just going to have to watch.”

Poe’s face drops as he registers your words, pulling on the cable-ties as they dig into his wrists. His jaw tenses as you move backwards off him, making sure to drag his tip through your soaked folds as you do.

“You’re being cruel,” he pouts, but you can see the ghost of a smile on his lips as he tries not to show quite how much he’s enjoying this. It’s supposed to be punishment after all.

You pull a flat-bottomed desk chair up to the base of the bed, positioning so that the seat is in perfect eyesight for Poe. You secure the maglocks on the chair legs with a solid thunk against the Durasteel floor. You don’t want to risk toppling over mid-flow.

Once you’re happy the chair is secure, you rummage in one of your closets for a few moments before turning back to see Poe’s eyes trained on you. He’s beautifully desperate as his stumbled jaw ticks to the side, eyes almost bulging out of his head as his feet twitch in anticipation.

You saunter back over to the chair and with a flick of your wrist you slap a large silicone cock onto the chair. You’ve practiced this so well that the suction cup at the base takes first time. The black dildo wobbles precariously and Poe’s dick twitches as you steady it with your hand.

“If I can get myself off before you come, I’ll let you fuck me, however you want,” you explain, your voice low and dripping with challenge as you position your hips over the bulbous head of the black silicone dick, “So hold on tight, flyboy.”

You ease yourself down, groaning as you slowly spear yourself on the thick cock, your cunt is slick and inviting from all the teasing Poe had put you through earlier. You plant your feet on the floor, engaging your core as you start to move.

“Kriff, wish that was me,” Poe whines as you watch his hips buck up, chasing friction where there is none as he pulls on the cable-ties. His eyes are hooded as he watches your cunt take the toy with ease.

“Look at that needy cunt,” he growls, “Taking that fake cock so well,” he continues, and the gravelly rasp of his voice sends a lick of flame down your spine.

“Feels so good,” you sigh as you take the last few inches, the life-like toy rakes through your walls as it stretches you out, “So full,” you mewl as you drop your dominant hand down to your clit, the other hand tweaks each of your nipples in turn.

“Yeah? Feel as good as my cock?” Poe asks as you watch precome bead on his tip and leak down his shaft.

“Different,” you say as you wiggle your hips, making sure the toy is as deep as it can go.

You whine a little as you start to move, dropping one hand to steady yourself on the chair before rising all the way to the tip of the cock before letting yourself slide back down. You toy with your clit in slow, firm circles as you try to keep your eyes open and focused on Poe.

“Oh yeah,” Poe growls as he aimlessly thrusts up into the air as he watches you impale yourself on the toy, “Putting on a show for me, so kriffing hot.”

“You like it?” You pant as you start to rhythmically fuck yourself on the toy, “Like watching me cuck you with a fake cock?”

“I hate it,” Poe whimpers as you watch another pulse of precome leak from his tip, “Want to drag you down on my dick and fuck you dumb until all you can think about is begging for me to fill that sweet little cunt with my come.”

“Poe,” you whine as his vulgar words make you clench hard around the toy, “Think you can last, big boy? Or are you going to come all over your stomach like a pathetic, needy boy?”

You had intended to take it slow, make Poe fail to prove a point, but the more filth he spills from his pretty lips, the more it makes you greedy. You pick up the pace, fucking yourself in earnest on the slick silicone. Your breath comes in short, desperate pants as you feel your thighs burn with exertion.

“Who’s impatient now?” Poe teases as he bites his lip, his eyes fixed on your cunt as it glistens in the low light of your bunk, “Fucking soaked, fucking yourself so hard, you want my dick don’t you baby? Admit it.”

“Nuh-uh, punishing you,” you whimper meekly as your breathing hitches in your chest. The tight coil of pleasure twists in your core as you chase your pleasure with abandon. All you want is to feel Poe inside you, you’re tired of the games.

“Fucking slut, lying to my face,” he growls and you can’t hold on anymore, your cunt flutters around the toy as you spear yourself over and over as you feel your orgasm rip through you, “There she is,” he purrs as you hear the strain in his voice, “Good fucking girl.”

“Hate you,” you whine as you tremble and convulse, leaning back in the chair as your cunt pulses around the toy still buried deep inside you.

“I know baby,” Poe says, strain evident in his voice as he watches your chest rise and fall, slick pooling at the base of the toy and over the chair as you come down from your high, “Let me make you feel better, make it up to you yeah?”

“Might just leave you tied up,” you grumble, but you’re smiling and Poe’s smirk matches your own.

“Deal’s a deal,” Poe tuts at you as he twists the cable-ties in his fists, “Do you need help, princess?”

You hear the snap of the cable-ties and your eyes fly open as you see Poe up on his knees, already rubbing his chafed wrists.

“How did you-?” You splutter as you try and get up onto your feet but Poe lurches forward on the bed, pinning your hips down as he keeps you speared on the toy. You mewl and writhe from overstimulation, his large hands burning against your slick skin as he holds you there.

“Come on, you really need to invest in a good set of binders,” he hums as he nudges your jaw to the side as he takes your lobe in his teeth, “I’ve gotten out of more complex restraints in far more dire scenarios baby.”

“Poe, please,” you whine as he sucks slowly on your lobe, making you whole body tremble, “Need you.”

“I know,” he says with an edge to his tone, “I’ve got you.”

You cry out as he eases you up and off the toy, your cunt clenching around nothing at the sudden emptiness. You throw your arms around his shoulders as he slots his lips over yours. Poe spins in a slow circle before laying you on your back.

“Meant it earlier,” he mumbles through tender, hungry kisses, “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too,” you pant as he shifts you up onto the pillows, already lining his throbbing tip at your core. One broad hand is steady on your hip, rubbing soothingly over your slick skin as his thighs hold your trembling legs apart.

“Ready for me?” He asks, a gentleness to his tone as he nudges the plane of his nose against your own.

“Always,” you say softly as you feel his tip breach your stretched out hole.

You sigh in unison as Poe enters you in one swift movement, the hand not holding your hip comes to cup your cheek.

“Isn’t that better?” He breathes as he slowly starts to rock his hips, pulling almost all the way out before pressing back in. No matter how much the toy had stretched you out, there’s a hot, blissful burn as you adjust to the real deal.

“Kriff, yes,” you cry out as he fucks down hard into you, setting the pace as you writhe under him, “I love it, I love it, I love y-!”

You catch yourself before you let the admission slip but you can see it in the way Poe’s face softens, he heard enough.

“I love you too,” he snarls through clenched teeth as he ruts into you harder than before, the tip of his cock grinding against your g-spot as you feel another orgasm cresting deep inside you.

“Not,” you grunt as a smile burns across your lips, “How I wanted to say that,” you giggle a little with exhilaration as you drop your dominant hand to your clit. The other fists in the curls at the back of Poe’s head.

“No better time,” Poe grins, his cock driving into your cunt with wet, desperate slaps, “Kriffing love you.”

You pull Poe’s head down, slipping your tongue between his lips as you feel the blinding pleasure peak inside you. You groan into his mouth as your release bursts through you, your cunt clamping down hard around Poe’s cock as he snaps his hips one last time before spilling deep inside you.

You lie there, tangled, drenched in one another’s sweat, and panting into each other’s open mouths as you can’t stop smiling. Poe peppers your face with gentle kisses as you feel him slip out of you. Immediately you feel your combined spend leak from you, dribbling down your ass and onto the sheets below.

“Why do we always get my sheets dirty?” You groan as Poe rolls off you, propping himself up on his elbow as he trails his fingertips down your chest, splaying his hand out across your belly as he leans down to place a soft kiss to your temple.

“Because you’re the one with the sex anchor in your quarters,” he grumbles and you can’t help but laugh.

“Fine, you’ve got a point,” you sigh as you look up into his dark eyes as they shine with affection.

“Did you mean it?” He asks softly, brushing his knuckles back up to your breasts, the coarse skin raking across your nipples and making you whine.

“That I love you?” You ask, your voice breathy as you scrape your blunt nails across Poe’s near-permanent five o’clock shadow.

“Yeah,” he breathes as he turns his head to press his lips against your palm.

“I did,” you say, heat prickling under the skin of your cheeks and up to the tips of your ears, “I just didn’t know if we were doing the whole feelings thing.”

“Same,” he admits with a heavy sigh, “But I don’t think I can keep pretending anymore.”

“Yeah,” you yawn as you trace the curve of his plush lips with your fingertips, “We need to talk to command about this,” you say, sobering a little as you feel the harsh tug of reality wrapping around your heart.

“Tomorrow,” Poe says softly as he leans back down to kiss you softly, “Right now we need to get showered and move to my bed, there’s less come on the sheets in my bunk.”

“Ever the romantic,” you laugh as you press your forehead against his.

It takes you another half an hour but eventually you’re tangled together in Poe’s cot, hearts hammering in unison as reality sets in. But for once you’re not running from the truth of who and what you and Poe are.

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boredzillenial · 6 months

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Laurent Leclaire

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Laurent finds you during a difficult time of the month, he wants to help you feel better.

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🎃 King John upholds his scandalous reputation and takes what he wants.

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🎃 Orestes follows you to the bathhouse and admits how intriguing you are to him.

My Dove

📨 Orestes trying to woo his bride

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Anonymous Sex

🎃 You take a risk and try anonymous sex, but the man you meet is a little… off…

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🎃 Richard knew better than this, but he just can’t help himself.

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Your boss Nathan needs your body “for science”

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📨 Poe is off on a mission but has just the thing to fill his pet’s needs

Anselm Vogelweide

Delisssious

Your boss is texting you inappropriately “during a meeting” (blurb)

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pedroshotwifey · 9 months

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infin1ty-garden · 2 months

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KANE (ANNIHILATION) FIC RECS

Annihilation is a 2018 British-American science fiction psychological cosmic horror film written and directed by Alex Garland, loosely based on the 2014 novel of the same name by Jeff VanderMeer. The story follows a group of scientists who enter "The Shimmer", a mysterious quarantined zone of mutating plants and animals caused by an alien presence. Kane joins an expedition to investigate a strange alien field known as Shimmer.

other fic recs.

IRREGULAR LOVE

Kane writes you a letter before his next mission and makes peace with the fact he probably won't return

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part 2 | part 3

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you-heard-what-i-meant · 2 years

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Let Us Take Care of You - Moon Knight

Summary:

Reader is recovering from surgery and the Moon Boys are helping to look after her. Frustrations erupt when she makes a bad decision, and a truth from the Moon Boy's past is revealed (it explains a lot of their behaviour in this fic). Angst, emotional Moon Boys, fluff in the end. One use of the F word.

Notes:

Purely self indulgent! I wrote this four days after I had to have some fairly intense surgery, and Moon Knight was still being released weekly at the time and I really needed to have our Moon Boys looking after me. Descriptions are based on exactly how things felt to me at the time. Not Beta read, all strange occurrences are my fault! Posted on AO3 Here!

Steven had left you in bed with a promise to take the fastest shower he could. He was worried about leaving you at all, but they hadn’t even had the presence of mind to change their clothes since you were rushed into hospital 3 days earlier.

So when Steven opened the bathroom door to find the bed empty, worry was already creeping through his veins. It was replaced by the icy cold rush of panic and adrenaline when he heard a crash and a sharp cry of pain from the direction of the kitchen.

The events of the last few days had given the three of them many reasons to be grateful for the athletic condition their body remained in (thanks to their service with Khonshu, although that was a delicate topic right now), and as his legs gave an incredible burst of speed and his brain automatically steered him clear of obstacles Steven wondered if part of the power came from having two other people feeding energy and control into the body.

When he rounded the corner and found you hunched over against the kitchen counter, barely holding yourself up and your fingers in a white knuckled death-grip, he felt the blood drain from his face. Your name erupted from his lips in sheer panic.

“Oh God, love, what happened?” He’s doubled over beside you, his terrified eyes staring up into your face as one hand grips your elbow and the other tries to wrap around your shoulders.

Needless to say he’s shocked when you try to shake him off, your face screwed up against the pain in your abdomen and your breath coming in and out of your nose in short, sharp bursts. He notices the glitter of tears on your eyelashes.

“I’m fine.” you grind out through gritted teeth. Your bravery is betrayed by faint tremors running through your body.

“What do you need me to do, darling?” The front of Steven’s body is pressed against your side, like he’s protecting you from an armed intruder, the grip of his arm around your shoulders and his hand on your elbow is firm. Through the pulsing red haze and burning heat of shock and pain, his presence is too much for your already overwhelmed senses to handle right now. The humiliation is starting to set in and with everything else it’s making you short tempered.

You try to push him away, but the movement sends another sickening flair of pain through your body and you can’t stop the choked whimper that escapes. Your name sounds broken on his lips as he almost whispers it.

“Just back off!” you snap, and you don’t miss the hurt that briefly crosses his face. Guilt prickles in your chest. “Please…” you add weakly. There’s a pause, and you work to fight away the pulsing darkness at the corners of your vision.

“Would you please let me help you? Please?” Steven implores softly as he puts a half-step of space between your bodies. His impossibly dark eyes are almost desperate as his hands move, one makes a warm presence as it strokes your back, and the other carefully pries your tense hand from the work top and grasps it. You can see his deep need to care for you, to protect you from harm, glittering in his eyes.

“I’m fine. I’m not going to just sit around and have you guys run around after me.” You grind out, trying to ignore the screaming agony and flashing lights dancing across your vision.

“C’mon, love, it’s not like that. And it won’t be for long, you’ll be back up ‘n’ at ‘em before you know it.” Steven’s slightly-shaky words are meant to bring reassurance, but instead the pain and frustration digs itself in deeper and your temper gets the better of you.

“I can take care of myself! They said I only needed help for the first 24 hours. I’m already messing with your life. I’m not enslaving you to me like Khonshu-“ you felt the change before you saw or heard it.

“-For Christ’s sake you had emergency surgery three days ago!” Marc’s voice comes out in a harsh burst. You flinch slightly, sending pain through your body again, but you hear the fear behind his words. His hand on your back has stilled, the other is gripping yours tighter than Steven had.You can feel his strong pulse through your gripped hands, competing with your own racing heart. Suddenly you’re beyond overwhelmed, tears pricking harshly at your eyes as the pain seems to be refusing to settle and a strange mix of anxiety and anger bubbles in your chest at Marc’s reaction. Your legs have started to feel strange, like they’re being burnt but are numb at the same time, and there’s a blinding pressure building somewhere behind your eye sockets.

“Yeah, three days ago-” you challenge, only to be cut off by Marc.

“-They said you couldn’t be left alone for 24 hours! You’re signed off work for two weeks, and you’ve got 3 months of physio!”

His response, although factually correct, hits a nerve and your frustration explodes out of you in one last burst of energy. “Right I’ll just sit around like the damsel in distress so you can play hero! They said I could move around by myself after the first 24 hours, I just wanted make a fucking drink like a normal person!” The pain is still raging, your entire body tight like a strained rubber band, your breathing short and sharp. Yelling has used up the last of your energy reserves and you feel both the light-headed swirl of impending unconsciousness, and the prickling burn of a complete emotional meltdown coursing through your bloodstream.

Marc lets out a huff of air through his nose. For a moment he’s quiet, and you know he’s studying you, assessing how you’re doing. Maybe Steven and Jake are talking to him, because his hand resumes a gentle motion up and down your back and his voice is softer when he speaks again. Your eyes burn with tears and you have a futile hope that none are escaping.

“I know baby, I know. Breathe through it, it’ll get better in a minute.” You find yourself starting to time your breaths to the motions of his hand on your back - no doubt his intention - and slowly the impending darkness and flashing lights fade out as the pain recedes from a raging inferno to a persistent stabbing feeling.

After several long, tense minutes, you attempt to stand more upright. You make it nowhere near fully straight, that will take days - maybe weeks - yet, but you get far enough to look into your boyfriend’s dark eyes. The fear is still there, but the shock and mis-placed aggression has gone.

“Do you think you can move to the table?” He asks gently, and you’re glad he’s giving you the agency to move by yourself rather than just telling you what to do or manhandling you himself. You take another couple of deep breaths and nod.

He slowly guides you to sit in the nearest chair at the kitchen table, one hand at your elbow, the other on your lower back. He never applies any pressure, just maintains an alert closeness as you make your way to the chair on your own terms.

When you finally reach the seat, Marc helps to lower you down into it, taking the vast majority of your weight and accounting for your inability to bend (or straighten) the middle of your body and your shaky legs. His eyes dart around your form constantly as he gets you settled. Under his -unintentional- scrutiny you feel the need to explain yourself.

“I just wanted to make some tea. I tried to reach up for the tea bags, but it hurt really suddenly and I knocked the mug off the counter and it was instinct to try and catch it... I didn’t think about it…” Your voice is small. Marc’s raised voice and outburst has made you edgy on top of the shock of the incident itself, and the pain has made you feel unsteady and sick. You suddenly realise just how rough you actually feel.

Marc sighs as he drops to a crouch beside you. He knows he’d be exactly the same, refusing to be helpless in any way. Hell, he knows he was exactly the same back when he was a mercenary, before Konshu and the suit.

“I get it, I do. But you gotta be patient. It wasn’t exactly minor surgery and you’re still on the heavy drugs. We can’t risk messing up the repairs they’ve done, and there’s no need to make it worse for yourself when we can help-”

“- I don’t want you all to-” you begin, shaking your head but Marc is already gesturing for you to stop.

“- don’t, baby, please. We can’t bear to see you hurting, especially when we’re right here and can help you so much if you’ll let us.” The burning compassion in his eyes kills the response you were formulating. You suddenly find yourself unable to meet his eyes.

Marc’s hands cradle your face, his thumbs rubbing gently across your cheekbones and swiping away the wetness of traitorous tears. He looks -and sounds- close to crying himself. “Alright. I need to check your stitches, is that ok?”

You nod silently. Marc softly runs his hands down your arms, then carefully pulls up your shirt and delicately checks for any damage. There’s a long, stressful silence as Marc carefully manipulates the dressing on your stomach to see your wound better. You clench your teeth and focus on breathing evenly to prevent a whimper from escaping your throat.

“Looks okay, just a bit raw from the sudden movement.” Marc confirms finally, and as he lays gentle fingers against your skin to check for signs of internal bleeding or infection, you find yourself blurting out what’s currently on your mind.

“Is Steven freaking out?”

He glances up at the mirror, then focuses back on you. “Yeah. You know how he is.” His answer is surprisingly honest, and suddenly his head jerks up again, staring into the mirror steadily.

Marc is silent for a moment too long, glaring into the reflection of the mirror on the wall behind you. “What’s he saying?” You ask, an edge to your voice. Marc shakes his head, an annoyed look crossing his face. “It’s not Steven.” You blink. You’d only met Jake once.

Marc had fallen badly ill and wouldn’t accept any help. With a raging fever, violent cough and unable to keep any food or water down, Steven wasn’t able to convince Marc to either give up the body or accept help, and Marc was still the strongest of the alters when it came to control of the body. When it reached four days of not eating, the fever still hadn’t broken and Marc was no longer coherent. He was weak enough that Jake finally managed to take over. The two of you had spoken very little, with Jake struggling to maintain their failing body and only conscious long enough to refuse professional medical help and request whatever he felt they needed to get better (electrolyte drinks at first, then meal replacement shakes, and eventually soup. Open the window - another blanket - close the window - take the blanket away - around and around.). On the sixth day the fever broke, and finally on the eighth day an exhausted Jake surrendered the body to Steven, who carried them over the line to recovery.

“Okay, what’s Jake saying?”

A muscle is twitching in Marc’s jaw. “He wants to help.”

“Fine.” You manage a small shrug, tiredness starting to take over.

Marc gives a sharp shake of his head. “No. I don’t trust him.”

By now you’ve had enough. Your elbow thuds onto the table, forearm upright to support your heavy head as you drop your forehead into your open palm. Your other arm has found its own way to drape protectively around your swollen, sore abdomen. Staring at the floorboards you grind out “What the fuck is he gonna do Marc? Put a bullet in my head to put me out of my misery? Jesus, just let him help if he wants to. But if you and Steven want to take all the responsibility for putting up with your useless lump of a partner then… Whatever.”

Marc is silent for an unexpected length of time. You don’t really care to notice, the haze of an abused body making you miserable and strangely detached. Your attention is busy floating off somewhere outside your body when movement catches your eye and your boyfriend shifts to kneel right in front of you. His warm hand rests gently on your knee, and when he dips his head down to gaze up into your face it isn’t Marc you see. It isn’t Steven either.

You lift your head slightly. “Jake?”

Jake’s expression is sombre. “Honey, you’re not a ‘useless lump’, you’re recovering from some pretty heavy surgery.”

Your expression is almost dead, but tears spring to your eyes again as you tilt your head towards the smashed mug “kinda useless -“ then gesture towards your uncomfortably swollen stomach “- kinda lumpy.”

Jake looks incredibly sad. You suddenly wonder how many times he’s heard Marc’s internalised self-hatred, whether he tried to comfort him only to find himself talking to a metaphorical brick wall. He gently squeezes your thigh. “I know it sucks right now, okay? I know you’re uncomfortable, and in pain, and I know it’s wearing you out.” He pauses, and you can see the minuscule movement of his throat as he swallows. “We know you’ve been struggling for a while, even before the surgery, and not just with the physical stuff. We can see it. But we really want to help, honey. We’d put you in the suit if we could, I swear. So please let us help however we actually can?”

You find yourself having to divert your gaze from his, reminded too much of the fear in Steven and Marc’s eyes earlier.

“Honey?” Damn Jake and his incredible perceptiveness. You sigh.

“Is… I’m sorry I made Marc angry.”

You see Jake’s startled recoil in your peripheral vision. You feel it in your soul. Then he’s leaning in closer again, his hand squeezing your thigh so firmly you wonder if Marc is back. The voice that whispers your name like a prayer is all Jake, though.

“You - you didn’t make him angry, honey. He just - we just need to make sure you're okay.”

You don’t answer, and there’s a few beats of silence before Jake lets out a sigh like he’s been holding his breath for hours. He shifts his weight slightly, and on the edge of your gaze you see his head drop.

“There was no care for us, no-one to make sure we were okay when we were growing up. Marc especially took the worst of it - and there was no help for him when he was in pain, no-one to try to ease his suffering other than me and Steven, but it’s the same body so it wasn’t ever really a relief. We still feel the pain even when we’re not in control, y’know?”

Your brain boggles at his words. You notice him nod his head slightly, you wonder if he’s talking to the others in the headspace, then he raises his head with a movement so decisive you can practically feel the resolve rolling off him in waves.

“And it terrifies us to think that you might feel the same way - that you might be hurting, or scared, or just down, and think there’s no-one to help. Because we will do anything, give anything for you. So please, please let us help you. Please?”

You lift your head, stunned. Jake’s face is so sincere, the tears that threatened to fall earlier start to trickle down your cheeks in earnest. Jake's thumb is rubbing soothing circles on your thigh as he patiently waits for your answer. Unable to find words, you slowly nod. He nods in response; a small, lopsided smile easing the tense lines of his face.

“It’s not forever. I know it feels like it right now, but they said you can go back to work in two weeks. And I think that means we have an excuse to spend some quality downtime together, y’know?” Jake’s thick accent adds a suggestive edge to his words.

A bark of a laugh escapes you, and you feel the tension in your face ease slightly. “Well.. We can’t do that until at least week four, so you’re out of luck there.”

A stricken look passes across Jake’s face in a flash, but he quickly smothers it with a smirk. You feel a frown twitch through your eyebrows before Jake speaks again. “Damn, I guess we’ll have to get started on that ‘watch list’ we’ve been making. And the doctor said to eat whatever you want, whenever you want while you’re on those good drugs, so I really hope you want a lot of take-out…”

You snort out a laugh but it’s short lived, the mirth washing away like the tide. That look you caught sight of is bothering you. “Jake… what was that look just now?”

Jake feigns innocence. He’s terrible at it. “What look?”

“Just now, right after I said we couldn’t…” You trail off leadingly. He doesn’t take the bait.

“You mean my sexy look?” Jake wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. A smile breaks across your face but it’s fleeting and you’re not letting this drop. Your tone is almost one of warning.

“Jake…”

The look on your face seems to say more than your words or tone ever could. Jake sighs and drops his gaze to the floor. When he looks up at you again a few seconds later, his expression is serious.

“I wasn’t suggesting that. I wasn’t even thinking about it -”

“-Jake -”

“ - I would never think that was okay. Not right now. Not any time you're hurt, or just don’t want to -”

“ - Jake - “

“ - You know that right?”

You sigh. Jake’s being so powerfully sincere it feels like all three of them are speaking to you as one. Maybe they are. You gently cup his face in your hands, having to use your grip to pull him closer as you can’t bend nearer to him. He follows willingly, kneeling up to bring his face an inch from yours, his hands snugly tucked against the chair under your thighs so he doesn’t put any pressure on your body at all.

“I know. and thank you, all of you.”

He genuinely looks confused. “What for?”

“Everything.” Giving him no chance to argue, you press a -very gentle - kiss to his lips. His response is so careful it makes you want to cry again, especially when he eases away after just a few seconds. Resting his forehead against yours, your entire vision is swallowed by his deep, incredibly dark eyes as he murmurs. “Siempre, mi angel.”

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So, I’m reading the Triple Frontier screenplay - it looks like this was a million drafts ago, it’s absolutely nothing like the film…

BUT there are some interesting nuggets of detail, like these ones about Benny…

Some of these details still seem to apply to the finished film, but I wonder if the depression / pills / self doubt / despair thing was a note they gave Garrett for the character? I can kind of see it… 🧐🥺

#triple Frontier #benny miller #ben miller #Benjamin miller #garret hedlund #garrett hedlund characters #triple frontier fic #triple frontier fan fic #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fan fiction #triple frontier fanfiction #Charlie hunnam #Charlie hunnam characters #Oscar Isaac #oscar isaac characters #Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal characters

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 2 years

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Fanfic Recs List!

(not necessarily written in October, but that’s when I read ‘em!)

🎀 - fluff ☔ - angst 🍑 - smut

🍑Waxing, Wailing (Llewyn Davis x Reader) - @laters-gators

🍑Floor Sex (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @xcatnapsx

🍑Blowjob (Steven Grant x M!Reader) - @howaboutcastiel

🎀 lazy mornings with steven grant (Steven Grant x GN! Reader) - @murdrdocs

🍑 Gift of Min (Steven Grant x GN! Reader) - @astroboots

☔️"Laters Gators" (Steven Grant) - @little-cereal-draws

🍑 Kneel My Knight (Marc Spector x Dom! AFAB! Gender-neutral! Avatar! Reader) - @losermultifandomidiot

🎀Steven Grant Full Alphabet (Steven Grant x Reader) - @missscarlettangel

🍑Hunger of the Pine (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @welcometostayingawake

🍑Precipice (Steven Grant x GN!Reader) - @laters-gators

🎀🍑☔️Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside Series (Steven Grant X Fem!OC X Marc Spector) - @romanarose

🍑Doppelgänger (Nathan x F!Reader x android) - @brandyllyn

🍑Oblivious (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @campingwiththecharmings

🍑Insufferable (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

🍑A Sunday Kind of Love (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @campingwiththecharmings

🍑 Baubles of stolen kisses (Richard Alonso Muñoz x f!reader) - @brandyllyn

🍑 Full (santi × F!Reader) - @spacecoeboyhotch

🎀see through (santiago garcia x reader) - @eyelessfaces

#fanfic #fan fiction #fanfic recs #fanfic recommendations #fanfic rec list #oct 2022 #llewyn davis #moon knight #nathan bateman #poe dameron #richard alonso muñoz #santiago pope garcia #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley

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msilwrites · 2 years

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(3AM Story) ODD Women Series- Captivated (Short Story)

A/N: Hi guys, another short story here. Based on how I actually "met"(Actually more like how he first caught my eye) Oscar Isaac, and that was from the movie, The Two Faces of January . I was bewitched (haha!) of course. Then I backtracked and saw his role as King John (oh man you'd get pissed at him, which makes him a good villain) and then there were really creepy roles (LOL!). But the opening of "Star Wars", and seeing his face was what got me BEWITCHED, ENTHRALLED, ENCHANT, CAPTIVATED, HOOKED... the list of adjectives goes on! So I am going to use that feeling that I felt, and create a story out of it. I hope you enjoy this one!

I do not have a name for the FL, so for now, it's (y/n)

For now, this is a one-shot, because I don't know if I will get another inspiration or idea or be provided with such to expand this story.

SYNOPSIS: The first time she first laid eyes on him, their eyes met... and she knew she was captivated... and also in trouble.

C A P T I V A T E D

(Y/N) sighed as she looked around her surroundings, waiting for her friends. They promised they'd be back in five minutes from the loo. But it seems that it will take longer than that, especially now that other guests have arrived, crowding the hallways of the Coliseum theatre. Without a doubt, the queue at the toilets will be long.

It was the opening night for the production "The Barber of Seville". Guests dressed to the nines have already entered the hallways of the theatre. Mingling and drinking champagne that was carried in trays by the wait staff.

When the tray passed her, she refused to take a glass, knowing that it was a bad idea to have a bladder full during the first part of the play. Being a frequent audience during her days in the sixth form, she knew and experienced it first hand. She chuckled at the thought, remembering her younger days. However, it also reminded her that the year that followed were dark, and she had lost her love for the simple things, such as this. But now, as she gradually heals, and moves forward, the appreciation for the small things she loved also came back.

Whilst waiting, her eyes wandered around the posters on the wall, reading about the upcoming productions to watch out for. But when she turned to look at another poster, something else caught her eye.

In the crowded sea of people... there he was, a beautiful man, wearing a sharp, dark blue, double-breasted suit, paired with a black turtle neck underneath. Drinking and laughing, amongst his companions. Deep-set eyes, chiselled face, dimples, wavy, salt-pepper hair added to his strong dignified but not imposing aura. He was the epitome of the word, Handsome!

Damn...

She didn't realize that she had been staring at him for a little longer than she should have until their eyes met. She was frozen in place and did not look away, it was as if his gaze was drawing her to him.

He smiled at her and then winked, and then raised his glass of champagne to her, which snapped her out of her trance. He obviously noticed her, but her eyes still couldn't leave him. She was, without a doubt, captivated by this man.

Alarms started ringing in her head. This feeling was nothing new to her. But she knew she'd be in trouble if she were to linger in it further.

With a sigh, she responded with an apologetic smile, before she turned around and left to head in another direction, away from his curious gaze.

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As the crowd climbed the stairs of the theatre entrance, (y/n) and the mysterious man's eyes met again from a distance. But this time, she quickly tore her gaze away and looked for her friends and her respective seats. Thankfully, the man was seated all the way to the other side when she checked. However, when she looked over his direction, there he was, still staring at her.

She quickly looked away once more and paid attention to one of her friends complaining that the environment felt cold, whilst the other reprimanded the primary about not bringing a shawl to keep her warm. Her friends were both dressed in cocktail dresses like most women were inside the theatre, no wonder a lot of them started to feel cold.

And speaking of clothes, it made her curious as to why the mysterious man responded to her with such curiosity. She wasn't even wearing anything fancy. In fact, she could feel still his gaze, far from the other side of the theatre.

Whilst the rest of the women were dressed in show-stopping cocktail dresses, her clothes were composed of a midi pencil skirt and a ruffled sleeve top, which could've made her look like a librarian, if not for the statements jewellery, shoes, and other accessories she paired it with. The coordinates were inspired with comfort in mind. As she wanted to be comfortable inside the cold air of the theatre.

So it made her wonder, as to why he looked at her with such interest, despite the fact that she refused to stand out like the rest.

"Perhaps, he's looking for a new target? a new victim? and I looked just like that?" she inferred. It sounded negative and self-deprecating. But this was coming from somewhere. Suspicion and caution weren't anything new to her. She had bad experiences in the past and had been a target of really terrible guys, because of her naive, insecure, past-self. But quickly reminded herself that she is older, and wiser now, so she should know better. And that man... well... she knew she was in trouble.

She immediately let go of such thoughts, when the theatre lights dimmed, as a sign of the play starting soon.

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The after-party was held at some posh lounge bar, not far away from the theatre.

Whilst (Y/N) friends' attention was on the casts of the opera, and orchestra, and going far as to mingle with them. She immediately headed to the buffet table, taking a bit of canape here and there, before intending to go to the bar to order herself a drink. However, she stopped in her tracks, when she saw the man across the room once again.

It only took a few seconds, for him to meet her gaze. With a smile, the man excused himself to his friends, got up, buttoned his blazer close, and seemed to be headed in her direction. His intense gaze never tore away from her.

There it was again, alarms were ringing. Once she realized that he was really headed in her direction, she quickly turned around, walking fast, hoping to lose him in the crowd. Which she thankfully did. When she found him whilst hiding in a corner, looking around for her. she takes another direction to the bar, where he won't see her.

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The hour passed like a blur, as she listened to her friend's stories, whilst asking the bartender for another drink.

"(Y/N), that gorgeous man... he's looking at you!" Ivy, her friend whispers in her ears, teasing her.

"Huh? No!" she laughs. "He must be looking at one of you" she states, as she takes a sip of her drink, and looks to see who was it. Much to her chagrin, it was the same man whom she had been ogling at.

Their gaze met once more and after that, he excused himself from the conversation he was having with his friends and then headed straight to her direction, his gaze fixed on her, and the crowded room did not deter him.

"Oh my... he's heading here! he's heading here!" her other friend, Isla, repeated excitedly whilst looking at her.

"Well, it's been a long night my friends, I think I'd be heading home now, just call me out to dinner whenever you're free!" (y/n) says, as she got up from the stool, planning to make her escape.

However, before she could even do so, Ivy pulled her back and sat her back down.

"Hey!" (y/n) protested.

"He's coming for you (y/n), it is rude to leave just like that" Ivy teased.

"Yes! (y/n), how can you run away from that!!" Isla chimed in, pointing out how gorgeous the stranger looked.

"Don't be anxious, just be yourself, darling!" Ivy encouraged, squeezing her shoulders.

"Oh come on, he's not coming for me, he's looking at one of you!" was her response, shaking her head at her friends' silliness. However, before she could protest further, the man had already reached them.

"Hi..." was his first greeting to the three of them.

Her friends greeted him with a high pitched "hi" whilst, hers was an octave lower with a suspicious look written on her face.

" There must be something wrong with my eyes—I can’t seem to take them off of you. " was his pick-up line, definitely directed at her. As they had been staring at each other all throughout the night. However, she moved away from his line of sight, which made it look like he was staring at one of her friends.

But her friends pushed her back forward in her seat, and this time, she had no choice but to look straight back at him, unable to look away from those mesmerizing pair of warm brown eyes.

"Well (y/n), he clearly means you, darling!" Ivy winked at her, and Isla mouthed "enjoy!" before they left.

"Wait, you're just leaving me?" she complained, turning in their direction, however. Before she could stand up and catch up to them, the man had sat on the barstool next to her, dashing her hopes of escape.

"Oh... I" she was speechless, especially now that this beautiful man was finally right next to her.

"Hi, how are you?" he asked, as a smile spread across his face. His dimple made him look more adorable.

"I..." this conversation was finally happening. She paused for a while, and then decided to be herself. There was no use pretending to be someone else because it would be tiring. She was no longer the needy, young girl who aimed to please. If this man loses interest in her during the conversation, though it might be painful, then so be it.

"I'm fine... doing well, If I was any better, then vitamins would be taking me. Why do you ask? are you a doctor?" was her witty response. And with that, he threw his head back laughing. Finding it hilarious.

"No, I'm not a doctor... but I do manage a pharma," he said, referring to his posts as the current CEO of a large pharmaceutical.

"I see... so you're a drug dealer then!" she exclaimed.

Another hearty laugh came out of him, "You are amusing!" he lets out. "Yes, I suppose I am." he leans back and looks at her, his eyes and mouth wrinkled as his smile broadens. "Oscar..." he stretches his hand out for a handshake.

A/N: I will be doing some correction just in case I’ve made some errors (which I definitely did!) I’m really sorry if I’ve not written in a while. There was too much in my plate and my health problem. I’m trying my best to let out all this creative constipation, so I’m slowly writing out and publishing my drafts. I hope you enjoyed this short one. As mentioned I do not know when I will get an idea to make a sequel out of it so I’ll leave it a “one-shot”.

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Oscar Issac/Pedro Pascal Fan Art and Fiction Pride Event 2024

Hello friends!

Let's try this again and I'll try to be more clear to not invoke discourse. That being said, it is *my* event and if you'd like to run one a certain way, go nuts. However, this is how I'm doing it.

I had a lot of fun doing Dead Dove December and the Triple Frontier Anniversary Event so I decided I wanted to do an event for pride this year! I know it seems far away right now, especially given how many of us in north America are still cold af, but I wanna give everyone time!

Each week of pride will have a theme to write or draw for (you don't have to do all of them! Think of it like kinktober.) at the end, I will put out a masterlist (or multiple depending how many)so we can all share each other's work.

Why?

Oscar Isaac and Pedro Pascal are both allies to LGBT people, Pedro having played multiple queer rolls and having likened his sexuality to that of Prince Oberyn. Despite none of the characters being canon queer, Triple Frontier specifically lends itself to queer stories. Recently, theres been a rise in stories of Oscar characters in relationships or Pedro characters in relationships which I love.

What I'd really like to do is encourage people to think past x fem!reader or canon presentation of characters. I want to encourage gay, lesbian, bisexual relationships, trans readers, trans interpretations of characters etc. More content guidelines will be in the what section.

Where?

Primarily tumblr.com, our very own shithole hellsight. However, especially given tumblr's censorship vs. twitter, I am encouraging posting on twitter or wherever you'd like. If you post something elsewhere, send me a link or send me a post you made about it on tumblr and I'll promote the link.

Additionally if you only write on ao3, I'd love for you to participate too! Once again, just send the link!

When?

in order to do the week by week themes and hold all of June, there will be 6 weeks from May 26th-July 6th

Each week will have themes. I won't be policing the weeks and these so if you do the 1st week on july 3rd, that's fine. The themes are keeping in mind both artists and writers. I only got one artist for DDD, a great piece and I've love to see more! Ideas are just for spit balling, do your own take!

May 26th-June 1st: Coming out. Ideas: Coming out to family, lover, friend. Finding gender affirming clothes/hair, first pride

June 2nd-8th: Transitioning Ideas: Surgary, surgery scars, starting T or E, binding (safely!!!)

June 9th-15th: Sex/kissing First time together, first time with certain biology or the same sex, sweet kisses, smut showing scars,

June 16th-22nd: Food, fashion, fun

All things queer culture and culture of different religions, racial or country backgrounds, queer fashion, gender affirming clothes, Keshet (קשת), listening to Lady Gaga or Bruce Springsteen, watching a queer movie

June 23rd-29th: Struggles Rejection, reconciling faith and identity, missing family that rejected one, comfort, candlelight vigil, day of remembrance.

June 30th- July 6th:Strength Asserting ones or a partner/friend/family's pronouns, standing up against hate, being loudly and proudly yourself, pride events

Who?

Writers and artists in any form are welcome. I also want to encourage working with each other, writers and artists together!

For characters: Any Oscar Isaac or Pedro Pascal character has to at least be in the relationship. Other characters in universes can be done, such as FishBen.

Reader can be anyone, just properly tag! If you want to come out to Marc Spector as bisexual, do it!!! If you want Joel to take care of you after top surgery, do it!

YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE QUEER TO PARTICIPATE!

However! Please do your research if writing or drawing an identity not yours. There are trans, nonbinary, gay, lebian etc bloggers all over tumblr who write about their experience, please divert to first person testimonies rather than assumptions.

What?

A few rules

MUST contain more than male character x fem!reader. Male character x fem!reader x male character does not count unless the two male characters are romantically or sexually involved or one or the reader is trans. Any Q's, dm me!

This is not a dark event. I'm not going to be policing the content matter but I really want to primarily focus on the pride. However, as a bisexual, gender non-conforming person I know a lot of pain can still be involved. What we are not doing is suicide, death, self-harm, or non consensual activity. If you have questions or would like to make a case for something, just dm me!

This is not inherently NSFW, but there is absolutely NSFW allowed. Always tag everything properly.

The usual no's like bestiality, incest, underage nsfw etc

As far as minor characters, SFW MINOR CHARACTERS IS ALLOWED. You can write or draw lgbt themes because being LGBT is not inherently sexual. For example, teenage Santi coming out as trans to Frankie or your own version of Ellie and Joel's talk about Ellie and Dina kiss. That being said, I'd prefer to reserve this to teens. Again, any questions or ideas that don' quite fit into parameters, just ask!

As always, I am allowed to use my discretion. If I do not want to include something, I won't. However, I know that there are rifts in the fandom. I won't be excluding you out of personal bias. As long as I don't have you blocked and you haven't plagerized or done something really bad to people, you'll be included. I'm not letting petty beefs get in the way. Harmful actions will, however. I need to protect my peace and keep

NO REAL PERSON FANFICTION. Do not write about Oscar Isaac or Pedro pascal being gay or trans and do not make any assumptions about their sexuality or gender identity. Oscar is happily married to a woman and Pedro has expressed his sexuality is like that of Oberyn Martell but has not elaborated much further, nor should he have to. Just leave ‘em be. You can speculate elsewhere but that’s not what this event is for.

How?

Simply tag me, @romanarose and use the #OscarPedroPrideEvent2024 please please please use BOTH so it's easier for me to find!!!

When the event is over, much like DDD I will compiled them into a masterlist and posted. This is a chance for every blog, big and small, to get a moment in the sun and to share each others works! Remember, reblogging, comments, and interacting is what makes this a community! I want to create an environment that is welcoming and we all help each other.

Please feel free to reach out to me for any questions or clarification!

However, if you go issues with me writing men kissing, chracters being trans, queer readers etc, I'm not really open to debate.

~A nonbinary bisexual <3

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venussaidso · 2 months

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Very interesting the connections that Ketu and Jupiter has with Frankenstein's monsters.

In the upcoming film "Bride" Jessie Buckley will play the Bride of Frankenstein and Christian Bale will play Frankenstein's monster.

Both are Ketuvian. She's Mula Sun, and he is Ashwini Moon. The film is made by Maggie Gyllenhaal who is a Vishakha Sun.

Benedict Cumberbatch and Jonny Lee Miller in (National Theatre Live 2011) "Frankenstein" interchangeably play the Creature (Frankenstein's monster) and Victor Frankenstein. Benedict Cumberbatch is an Ashwini Moon and Jonny Lee Miller is a Vishakha Sun.

The play was literally directed by Ashwini Moon Danny Boyle.

In the film "Lisa Frankenstein", Magha Ascendant Cole Sprouse plays a corpse from the Victorian-era who was resurrected to life (named Creature, commonly being Frankenstein's monster), and his love interest is played by Shatabhisha Moon Kathryn Newton as Lisa Frankenstein. The film is directed by Punarvasu Moon Zelda Williams.

Cole Sprouse's character reminds me of Emily the Corpse Bride from the film "Corpse Bride", voiced by Magha Moon Helena Bonham Carter and the movie being made by Magha Sun Tim Burton.

What I found so interesting was how the internet is intuitively sensitive to Ketu energies as they have connected Laura Harrier to this character in online fan-casting. Laura Harrier is literally an Ashwini Moon.

In the film "Van Helsing" Frankenstein's monster is now played by a Jupiterian instead of a Ketuvian. Purva Bhadrapada Sun Shuler Hensley.

Purva Bhadrapada Moon Daniel Radcliffe, though he plays Igor, Frankenstein's sickly hunchback assistant, in the film "Victor Frankenstein". And in this film it is Ashwini Sun James McAvoy who played Victor Frankenstein.

And Tim Burton's "Frankenweenie" animation movie, it is Mula Moon Charlie Tahan who voices young Victor Frankenstein who resurrects his dog.

Purva Bhadrapada Moon Jacob Elordi will be playing Frankenstein in Guillermo Del Toro's retelling of the story, ultimately replacing Purva Bhadrapada Ascendant Andrew Garfield who was up for the role. AND Purva Bhadrapada Sun Oscar Isaac will be playing Victor Frankenstein.

Link to article

A couple of years ago, I remember Scarlett Johansson was in talks for a "Bride of Frankenstein" movie, and this was never heard of again. I doubt the project has been finalized or proceeded, considering the fact that it's been four years now. But still noteworthy as she is Vishakha Moon so perfectly fits this post.

Vishakha Sun Emma Stone stars in the film "Poor Things", based on a book with the same name which is a clever feminist retelling of Mary Shelley's known work.

A film quite aligned with "Poor Things" is actually "Frankenhooker", being that the 'Creature' is a victimized female, starring Punarvasu Sun Patty Mullen who plays a girlfriend accidentally killed by her scientist boyfriend and is resurrected by him with the use of her head and separate body parts of deceased prostitutes.

This film was literally directed by Magha Sun and Purva Bhadrapada Moon Frank Henenlotter.

Mary Shelley, the creator of the tale of Frankenstein, was a Mula Moon and Ardra Ascendant, a gothic novelist whose work is considered one of the earliest work of science fiction 🖤

Literally went into more examples about Ketu's connections to transcendence, life, death, resurrection etc. in part 2 of my Ketu exploration. And also my vampire post.

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god-complex-12 · 1 year

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I saw a post talking about Miguel’s sexuality and that he was aro ace or something like that, and the user was telling writers to stop writing Miguel sexually. I’m not sure if they were joking or being serious, but either way I had something to say. And I mean this with respect, no hate to that person at all. They did nothing wrong.

Character’s sexualities are constantly being played around with by writers, fans, and artists. I am a male reader writer, so I write a lot of characters being partly homosexual. I know these characters aren’t canonically homosexual, but if I write for the character, I have to make them that way to fit what I’m going for.

Fan fiction is purely fake, it has no effect on the actual character, it’s simply used for the enjoyment of fans who want to be with a character. And some people can’t because a character is heterosexual, so we alter the sexuality for the character to be more accessible.

We also make characters AFAB/AMAB for our own enjoyment. In smut fics, sometimes, a writer will alter a characters anatomy just to spice things up.

So writing Miguel (or any other character) in a sexual way despite that their sexuality isn’t that way, doesn’t matter. Because we do it all the time. He’s not real. If he was real, then I’d get it. Say an actor, say Oscar Isaac to be specific, said “Please, don’t sexualize me, I’m ace.” Then I’d understand. But since he’s a fictional character, and fans constantly play around with characters sexuality and anatomy, it’s just not that big of a deal.

Now, if a character was a minor, I’d completely agree as well. Writing smut for a minor is disgusting in my opinion. But once again, Miguel O’Hara isn’t typically written as a minor.

Once again, this is just meant to be educational, and to inform people that writing for a of age character in a sexual light isn’t bad even if they’re a different sexuality. Fan fiction is meant to be fake and to alter characters to reach a certain expectation.

(Also, that user got a lot of hate in the comments for being informative, and I think that was very wrong. The user didn’t deserve that for that simple post, and I’m not trying to hate on them, I’m simply trying to show people that it’s not as bad as you might think. The user is welcome to not read those smut fics and to not write them, that is okay. So do not hate on someone just because they think of something differently about a character.)

#NORMAN’S; rants #god complex 12 #x reader #x y/n #x you #x male reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara fanfiction #fanfiction #arosexual #acesexual #sexuality #characters sexuality #writing #Oscar Isaac

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 3 months

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Snippet for “Why don’t you punish me then?”

Poe Dameron x F!Reader

For @for-a-longlongtime 💜

Subby little Poe is such a brat~

Hope to post this in full tonight!

#Oscar Isaac #oscar issac characters #star wars fanfiction #star wars smut #Star Wars fic #poe dameron #Poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron smut #Poe dameron fan fiction #Poe dameron fic #brat!poe dameron #the last jedi #rise of skywalker #the force awakens #fanfic #fanfiction

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boredzillenial · 9 months

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A Simple Arrangement

Warnings: f!reader, established relationship, Somnophilia, fingering (vaginal and anal), brief mention of needing to use the bathroom (idk if this should be a warning but it’s in there), oral (m!receiving), praise, use of sex toy, use of condom, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms for f!reader

Word count: 1325

You and Jonathan had been seeing each other for a few months now and had come to an understanding. You both were recovering from brutal divorces and just trying to find physical comfort, too mentally and emotionally exhausted to date again. You’d even gone so far to give each other keys so coming over late at night was less of a hassle. You both could come and go, get what you need from each other, and lock the door behind yourselves as you leave.

This wasn’t the first night you woke up to him grinding against you. His hand snaked around your hip and between your legs as his beard scratched softly against your shoulder. His lips found purchase on your neck as he worked his fingers through your folds. You wrapped your arm around his head to pull him in as you took a deep breath, barely waking from the depths of sleep. He took this as encouragement as he locked your leg between his and pushed the other away to open you wider to his touch. His teeth dragged against your shoulder eliciting a groan from you and began to work his fingers around your clit. “F-fuck.” You sighed as you turned onto your back and the fog of sleep slowly began to thin.

His mouth moved from your shoulder to your chest as he took your nipple. Swirling his tongue around the hardness there as you arched. “Jonathan.” You groan and writhe, his legs locked and around yours as he dipped his fingers into your folds. His finger sunk in and curved deliciously as you gasped. He worked his fingers slowly, drawing out and rubbing your slickness up over your clit then sinking back down into you. “Fuck Jonatha-“ he cut you off as his lips covered yours, driving his tongue and fingers in time with one another. He swallowed your groans and whimpers as he pushed you further, moving his thumb over your clit and pumping his fingers deeper.

He slowly released your leg from his and pulled away. You bit your lip and whimpered sleepily at the lack of touch. “Shh I’m right here.” He chuckled and repositioned himself between your legs, pushing them apart and sinking his fingers back into you soaking core. You groan and arch at the feeling of his fingers filling you. His thumb finding your clit again and working into you. You heard him spit, feeling it hit your lips and glide between the cleft of your ass. You open your eyes and see a smirk play across his face in the bit of light that highlighted him in your darkened bedroom. “Relax.” He cooed as he rubbed his other thumb across your tight ring of muscle and pushed in slowly. You couldn’t help the sounds coming from you as he put both his hands to work.

In just a few strokes you were panting and grabbing the sheets. “Good girl, cum for me.” He said softly as his fingers continued to work. You looked down as the pressure in your belly built. Gods the look on his face could send you over the edge alone, his curls falling across his face and lips parted from the effort of working both your entrances. Your orgasm crashed over you as his fingers kept their pace. “Good girl, keep going.” You spasmed and clenched around him. His thumbs continued as you fell from your peak and the overstimulation sent you twitching.

“T-too much-“ you whimper.

“Alright.” He grinned, pulling out of your slowly. You felt him get off the bed and watched as he walked over into the bathroom to wash his hands, the light and darkness painting his back and ass.

You felt a different kind of pressure low in your belly from your full bladder and sat up, following that exquisite ass to the bathroom and squinting against the brightness in the bathroom as you enter. “Gotta pee.” You say softly as you sit down on the toilet. The mixture of the lingering drowsiness and your orgasm causing you to close your eyes as you relaxed for a moment. You felt the warmth of his hand run around your throat and tilt your head up. You thought for a brief moment he was going to tilt your head up to kiss you but you opened your eyes to see his cock leaking precum and red infront of you a breath before he pushed the tip against your lips.

He let out a soft groan as your lips opened and tongue worked around his sensitive tip. You moved your hands to hold his hips as he began rolling them. Your tongue slid against the underside just the way he liked as he pushed himself deeper. Another groan echoed in the bathroom as he bucked a final time, a bit too deep causing you to gag. “Don’t make me wait.” He said in a low tone as he pulled out of your mouth and walked back to bed. You wiped the tear from your eye from the gag, finishing up your business as quickly as your tired mind and body could.

As you made your way back to the bed you found him kneeling, condom and your vibrator in hand. He tilted his head, his cock bobbing as he did so. You grinned and got infront of him, arching your ass up and grabbing a pillow as he handed you your vibrator. “You better cum on my cock.” He teased as he tore the wrapper and pulled the condom over himself. You chuckled and adjusted the toy against your clit. The low buzzing filling the room as you sigh at the sensation and arched a bit further.

It sent short lighting strikes through your nerves as you ached to be filled. “Hurry u-“ you began to chastise as he sunk into you in one stroke. You buried your face in the pillow to stifle your moan as his hips began to roll, that ache changing from being too hollow to being too full.

His hands gripped into the tender flesh of your hips as he quickened his pace. The sensation of his cock and the vibrations on your clit sent you over the edge in a few hard strokes. “That’s it Attagirl.” He nearly growled under his quickened breath.

You keep the toy where it was, ratcheting up your second orgasm after a few moment as his thrusts turned brutal. The sound of skin on skin filling your dark bedroom.

“Fuck, again already? I can’t keep this up if you clench like that.” He groaned, his thrusts turning uneven.

“S-sorry.” You stammer as as you come down from your high, body relaxed but cunt still pulsing around him.

“Don’t be sorry, needed this.” He groaned as grip tightened, pulling your hips back as he continued. The slight adjustment has you seeing stars as he hit deeper inside you, a whimper escaping your lips. “Give me one more, just.one.more.” He urged, punctuating the last three words with his devastating thrusts.

As you felt yourself crashing down, completely coming undone you heard him groan as he fell with you. Despite the condom you could still feel every pulse as his thrusts came to a halt.

You felt him double over to press his forehead against your back, his breath fanning across your skin sent a shiver through you. “Rough night?” You huffed with a smile.

“Rough month…” he sighed as he sat back up, removing himself slowly. “…mind if I, stay over?” You could hear the hesitation in his voice.

You sit up and turn to him with a small smirk. “Sure, you’re making breakfast though.” You giggle as you smack his ass, almost in a good game kind of way to try and lighten the mood. This earned you not only the reciprocal smirk you were looking for, but also a much longer night that you were expecting.

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pedroshotwifey · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday!!

Thank you so much for tagging me @kewwrites (this woman is the legit loml go show her some love)

Got three things for you heathens today!

TTF 7 (lil spicy snippet so no spoilers ;) Chapter 6 will be posted on Friday!)

You moan wildly, your head tossing back as you grip Javi’s hair to keep him to you. He lets you ride out your orgasm, but as soon as it’s through, he’s climbing back up your body and slipping inside of your velvet heat. He groans and dips down to hide his face in the crook of your neck, your arms coming up to wrap around his and hold him close to you. His pace as he starts to thrust in and out of you is less frantic than it has been every other time so far. He makes slow, sensual love to you, like he’s trying to anchor himself to your soul. And you really think he’s successful in his efforts. Little gasps fall from your parted lips each time he bucks his hips up to yours, just forceful enough to peg that heavenly spot inside of you every time.

Urges (Joel Fucking Miller pt. 2) (Can also be read as a standalone but I think it's the same couple)

“Let me suck your dick,” you whisper up at him, watching his eyes go wide as he snaps his head left and right to make sure nobody heard that. The two of you had gone to the last dinner offered, so it’s pretty dark out, and it’s also been raining for the last hour or so. There are only a few people out other than you since it’s so close to curfew, but Joel’s face still goes a little red at your request. You can’t help but bite your lip to contain your smile. It really is funny how flustered he gets about you saying something like that when he’s the one who loves to talk about railing you in public. There’s not a single person under the canopy that you stopped under, but he still lowers his voice as he speaks.

Valentines Day Fic (Unnamed rn but it's with Marc Spector! Not sure when it will be out bc I'm tired asf 🥲)

You find him leaning against the counter, glancing at his watch in the kitchen. “Am I late?” you ask with a smile. He looks up, a goofy grin of his own plastered on his face as he gets ready to respond to you, but it’s quickly replaced with his jaw dropping. Your smile broadens as Marc’s eyes trail up and down your body, taking in every bit of you. “You look fucking gorgeous, baby,” he manages to get out. He holds one hand out a bit, waiting for you to take the last step to him. You do, wrapping your arms around him and placing a kiss on his lips.

What do y'all got?? @nerdieforpedro @sweetercalypso @joels-shitty-puns @callachloe @princessanglophile @romanarose @for-a-longlongtime Sorry if y'all have already done this or if anyone tagged me and I didn't see 😅

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you-heard-what-i-meant · 2 years

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Pain is Contagious - Moon Knight

A/N - Self indulgent fic, not gonna lie!

AO3 available here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42039369

Female!Reader is in a relationship with the Moonboys - but she's behaving strangely. The Moonboys spin themselves into an anxious frenzy and decide they're finding out the issue regardless. Vague discussion of menstrual / period issues. Angst with a fluffy ending!

Perfunctory statement that I do not own any of the Moon Knight characters. This is unbeta'd, please excuse any strangeness! One swear word...

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“- it’s really cool, innit?”

“Mmm.”

Steven can’t help the thrill of worry that runs through his veins at your response. He’s been trying to keep a smile plastered on his face all evening, but as time has worn on he’s found it more and more exhausting to battle the anxiety running riot in his mind. Something is off with you, and he doesn’t know what to do.

Something's off. Marc observes in his ear. He’s watching from the reflection of a particularly shiny artefact on a shelf of the nearest bookcase. Jake is observing from the window.

Steven runs his eyes over your face again. Your response had been a short, tight smile that didn’t reach your eyes, and a quick glance in his direction before your gaze returned to the TV screen. You’d been pressed up against the other end of the sofa since Steven had tried to wrap you in his arms two hours ago - over an hour later than you’d arranged to meet, and after trying to excuse yourself from your evening together before you’d even arrived.

Your whole body radiated tension, right down to the thin, pale line of your lips set against your clenched jaw.

Finally, Steven can’t take it any more.

“Is something wrong, love?” He tries for open, offhand. He knows he misses spectacularly.

“No, of course not.” you reply just a bit too fast, another quick glance and tight smile sent his way. To your credit, you try to hold his gaze and offer a reassuring version of your smile. Then your head swings back to the TV.

Ok. Something's definitely wrong here. Marc’s tone is flat - his way of trying to hide his worry.

Steven swallows hard.

“Y’sure? You’ve been awfully quiet all evening. And far away…” He attempts a playful tone, making silly grabby hand gestures in the void of space between you. They fall into his lap with a thump when you don’t even turn your body towards him, just offer him another unconvincing smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.” Steven doesn’t miss the way your hands clench and re-clench in your lap.

Yeah, no - something’s going on here. Marc again. She looks tired, look how pale she is. Jake cuts in quietly. No. She’s clingy when she’s tired. How many times has she fallen asleep on us? Marc is starting to join the worry-train that Steven has been on for a couple of hours now.

“Yeah, me too. Why don’t we call it a night?” Steven suggests, gesturing vaguely towards the bed area with his hands anxiously hidden in his sleeves. His heart stutters when your gaze drops to your clenching hands.

“Actually, Steven, I’m sorry but I think I’m going to head home tonight. I’ll stay over another night if that’s ok?” You finally look up into Steven’s wide eyes, and your apologetic smile is off.

Steven’s mind is whirring with possible responses. He’s running fast towards total panic now.

“Oh, right… uh, what’s - why’s that?” He wants to kick himself as soon as the words leave his mouth. Your gaze drops again, the awkward attempt at a smile vanishing.

“I - Uh - I’m really tired and I’ve gotta be up early tomorrow, and…uh…” You trail off vaguely. Your hands are almost wringing now, picking mindlessly at the dry skin on your knuckles.

Struggling to swallow, Steven lays it out as best as he can. “What’s wrong? Please, you’re scaring me.”

Your head snaps up, and your hand shoots out across the sofa - but doesn’t quite reach Steven’s. It’s retracted as soon as he notices it, giving him no chance to take comfort in your touch. “No, nothing, really. I just… I need to get myself sorted out, y’know? I promise I’ll come over another night.”

Not “tomorrow night”. She said “another night”, not “tomorrow”. Marc’s voice is suspicious, verging on defensive. She’s allowed some time to herself. Maybe something happened and she needs to get her head straight. Jake sounds almost too casual in the headspace, but inside his mind is starting to whirl.

“Is… Is it something we can help with, love?” Steven offers hopefully. But you’re already gathering your things. Your jacket had been in your lap all evening, and now you’re wrapping it around yourself and fishing your keys out of the pocket. Even Jake starts to feel concerned at the speed you’re attempting to get away.

“No, no. Honestly, I’m just gonna go to bed. I’ll speak to you later, yeah?” You’re already nearly at the door. Steven’s panic almost makes him do something drastic - block your path, grab your wrist. He barely resists, following along behind helplessly, almost tripping over his own feet in his clumsy hurry to keep up with you.

Let me talk to her. Marc demands. No, you’ll make it worse. Let her go, Steven. Tonight it would appear that Jake is the rational alter.

You pause at the door, giving Steven a quick peck on the lips. “Night.”

Then you’re gone, the door closing behind you.

… Only one kiss. Marc’s voice is quiet, even in the headspace.

You normally kissed them three times - one for each of them. It was a cute little ritual the four of you shared.

For a moment all three of them are frozen to the spot, something like shock hanging in the atmosphere around them. It breaks when Steven begins to spiral into a frantic frenzy, pacing around the room, his fingers tangling around themselves and knotting in the cuffs of his sweater so hard it’s a wonder he doesn’t dislocate or break any of the digits.

“Gods, we’re losing her. She’s going to leave us. The best thing that’s ever happened to us, and I’ve driven her away. What did I do? There must have been something -“

We’re not losing her, Steven. Why do you think YOU did something, Steven? Marc and Jake cut in at the same time, their voices overlapping in Steven’s head. Marc is pacing inside the headspace and he’s reflected in the long mirror by the bed, his fingers alternately rubbing against themselves and tugging at his hair. Jake is momentarily distracted by the similarities of the other alters’ behaviour, their pacing and nervous habits almost identical. He stores it away to study at a later time.

There’s got to be something we missed. Did we forget something? It’s not her birthday for a few months. Was it something to do with work? Or an event? There must be something important we didn’t notice…

By now Steven is struggling to hold back the full scale panic that threatens to engulf him. He can feel that sickly tingling in his chest, the ringing in his ears growing to an almost unbearable cacophony. He can practically feel his bones grinding together as he moves.

“Today on the phone, when I called her at lunchtime, she barely spoke to me. She said she was busy at work, but she always made time for our chat before…”

She tried to make an excuse not to come over tonight, remember? And the way she was speaking… It’s like she didn’t want to speak to me. Marc adds, his memory replaying that incredibly brief conversation you’d had with him only a few hours before at the end of your work day.

“I mean, we have just sort of… disappeared on her a couple of times recently. But she always seemed ok after - we made it up to her and everything…”

Of them all, Jake is the most steady. In fact, he’s alarmingly still, like a sniper waiting for the perfect shot. Reflected in the glass of the fish tank, he’s staring at the sofa, the gears in his brain whirring and churning out snippets of… something. Fellas, I think there’s something else going on here, I don’t think it’s us -

- of course it’s us! Marc cuts him off. She wouldn’t let Steven touch her all night, and she couldn’t get away from us fast enough!

“- yeah, you saw how much she didn’t want to be around us!” Steven adds. “She was so far at the end of the sofa I’m surprised she didn’t just sit in the kitchen!”

Jake sighs irritably. If those two would stop with their panic, he could think clearly. There’s something… something he can’t quite grasp.

The switch is so sudden, Steven finds himself propelled into the headspace and disoriented as Marc suddenly takes front. Jake practically steadies Steven, irritated by Marc’s disregard for their agreement not to force each other to relinquish control of the body unless there’s real and present danger.

“I’m going to talk to her. We can’t let her go like this.” Marc is grabbing his jacket and keys and is out of the door before either of the others in the headspace can formulate a response.

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The look on your face when you open the door isn’t encouraging. At first there’s surprise, then a flash of irritation before it’s replaced with a false cheer.

“Hey Marc, what’re you doing here?” Your pyjama-clad body is distinctly blocking the doorway, and you're not inviting them in. Marc feels Steven’s panic rise in the headspace and it solidifies his resolve. Jake is too busy watching the tension vibrate through your body under the baggy hoodie and loose pyjama bottoms, a slight bend in your middle like you’re trying to hide something. Those gears in his head pick up speed.

“Can I - can we come in?” Marc’s hands are clenched into tight, slightly shaking fists. Your eyes flash to them before returning to his face. You seem reluctant, but Marc is practically gravitating towards the door frame.

Is she scared of us? Steven’s noticed your tense posture too, but his voice is quiet beneath the chaos whirling in Marc’s mind.

There’s a pause in which neither of you give an inch, but your eyes dart to his clenched fists again and you seem to shrink in on yourself a little more. Then - “Uh… sure.” You step aside and let them in. They’re barely over the threshold of your tiny apartment when their body jolts and Steven blurts out -

“I’m so sorry! Whatever it is I’m - we’re - so sorry. Please tell us what’s wrong so that we can fix it! I promise -“

“What?” You cut his rambling off, bewildered by not just his words, but the mental whiplash of such a rapid alter-change.

“I know you’re not okay with us right now but please, my love, we can’t lose you. Please give us a chance to fix this -“

“ - Steven - “

“ - Did something happen? Did one of us do something - “

“ - Marc - “

“ - Whatever it is, love, we didn’t mean it. We love you so much, please don’t leave us -”

“ - Steven, please, stop - “

Somehow they’ve crowded into your space and you find yourself backed against the cupboard by the door, their closeness blocking any escape opportunity you might have had and the rapid changing of who’s in charge of the body is disorienting. It’s the flash of fear that crosses your face that brings the hurricane to a halt.

For a moment, Steven’s face goes blank, his body going still in mid-movement like his brain is rebooting. Then their face floods with life again and you instantly recognise Jake staring back at you.

He’s unnervingly calm, and there’s a softness to his features. Even his hands are pointedly relaxed by his sides as he takes a deliberate step back away from you. You wonder if he saw the fear that spasmed through you at Marc’s imposing behaviour, maybe he’s trying to put you at ease.

“Honey… are you sick?” His dark eyes hold yours steadily, something swirling in their depths.

Despite the gentle tone of his voice, you’re startled for a second, heart still pounding from the onslaught they’ve just accidentally hurled at you.

You take a second to assess the man standing in front of you. You find no aggression, no threat, just concern - and is that fear? - on his face. Thoughts start to rush through your head. You’ve managed to keep this regular nightmare under wraps in your relationship so far, and although you knew it would be unavoidable eventually, do you really want to be having this discussion right now? Did you really want to drag them into this… mess? But Jake’s velvet eyes are swallowing you whole and words leave your mouth without your permission.

“Sort of.”

You sigh, giving in to the inevitable and releasing some of the tension keeping you upright. Your instincts drag your torso down, curling protectively around your middle just a little bit - despite wanting to collapse completely. Jake sees it, and suddenly sympathy passes across his face.

“Do you have everything you need? I’ll go to the store for you if you need anything. Or find a doctor, there’s got to be an out-of-hours service.”

You want to cry at the soft affection in his tone. You feel your soul latch onto Jake’s just a little more, and suddenly you crave his company - Marc and Steven’s too if they’ll have you.

“It’s fine. Right now I just need to sit down.” You admit quietly.

Jake swears at himself. He should have thought of it sooner - he’d seen how pale you’ve been and the tension in your body for the last 24 hours, of course you need to rest.

His mind is already supplying potential causes - illness, stress, depression - but he doesn’t want to jump to conclusions in case he misses something essential.

He’s already moving as these thoughts spin in his mind. One hand extends towards you but stops short of touching. He hasn’t forgotten the way you practically flinched out of your own skin when Steven tried to hug you earlier. Instead his other hand reaches blindly behind him to gently close the door and he settles for following carefully behind you as you head back into your apartment. He darts forward to snatch a fallen blanket out of your path as you carefully take a tense seat on the far end of the sofa, a worrying reflection of your positioning in their apartment a short time before.

His eyes catalogue several things in a few short seconds - blanket on the floor, wheat bag on the arm of the sofa, painkillers, chocolate and a hot drink on the table in front of you. You refused to eat with them earlier, didn’t want to be touched, seemed to flinch at sounds and movement… Something clicks in Jake’s head, and he hears Marc reach the same conclusion a second later. Steven takes a moment or two longer, but the flush of relief mixed with slight shame at his delayed understanding is potent when it arrives.

“Honey, you don’t have to stand on ceremony for us. Lay down.”

Your face drops with relief, and as you crawl unceremoniously across your sofa and curl up across two of the three seat cushions, Jake offers the blanket out towards you. After a second of hesitation, you gratefully open your arms to let him settle the blanket over your curled form.

Jake drops into a crouch in front of you as he gently pulls the blanket up to your waist, careful not to touch you. Tilting his head slightly to match your eye-line, he keeps his voice soft.

“Is it always this bad?”

A flush fires across your cheeks, and Jake hopes his face shows the completely genuine lack of awkwardness he feels.

In the headspace, Steven has paused. He’s never experienced a partner who suffers this way before, but his academic brain is already analysing it from a more abstract perspective, and it isn’t making him uncomfortable. In fact, he’s preoccupied with all the potentially useful information he’s come across.

Marc isn’t awkward either, quite the opposite. He’s had partners before, and although they’ve never had much more than mild discomfort and a few days of not wanting to be intimate, he’s aware it isn’t that easy for everyone. Jake can hear the concern in his thoughts.

As if you can read his mind, a frown forms between your brows as you ask “What’s wrong, Jake?”

He sighs and shakes his head. “Marc wants to know if you’ve seen a doctor about it. He’s worried because he knows it can be a symptom of other things.” Relief and understanding wash over your features. “Yeah… They did a load of tests last year and didn’t find anything, thank God. Apparently I just get it pretty bad. I have to go back for a checkup every year just to make sure but they don’t expect anything to turn up.” Jake is nodding. “Good. I mean, not good, obviously but -”. You chuckle softly. “- It’s okay Jake, I know what you mean.” He nods again, quiet for a moment before he sighs and shakes his head. “Okay, fine… Steve wants me to tell you that he knows you’ve probably tried everything on the whole planet, but he’s happy to look up some natural remedies that people recommend.”

A look of adoration passes across your face before it twists into a playfully-irritated smirk as Jake continues. “ - I mean, I hear an extensive sex session is the best remedy -”

You snort and shake your head, swatting at his arm. He sniggers and watches as your expression falls, your jaw working like you’re trying to figure something out. Jake cocks his head to the side. “What’re you thinking, honey?”

You can’t meet his gaze, staring instead at the fraying edge of your blanket. Your voice is so soft Jake has to strain to hear you. “Are they mad at me?”

He can’t hide his surprise. “What? Why would they be mad at you?”

You shrug. Jake sighs. “We - It’s just that we were worried we’d done something wrong. Y’know, having a relationship with someone who has a life like ours isn’t easy -

You cut him off abruptly. “Your first thoughts were that one of you had done something wrong? You automatically assumed it must be your fault?”

Jake is aware of Marc’s tension in the headspace as he listens in. This wasn’t Jake’s explanation to give, but he also knows he’s the only one who can give it. “For Marc especially, he grew up always being blamed for things by his mom, punished whenever anything went wrong even if he wasn’t there. Steven got some of it too, although he doesn’t really remember it. It’s so built in it’s hard to break away from, y’know?”

He feels Marc’s shame, feels him draw back further into the headspace. Steven is tense too, a whirl of thoughts fighting for dominance as he observes both his headmates simultaneously.

A devastating look of sadness settles on your face, and Jake vows that he never wants to see it again if he can help it. Somewhere in the back of his head he knows they will see it again, not least when they finally tell you their full story. Your words interrupt Jake’s thoughts abruptly.

“I’m gonna need a quiet word with your mother.”

Jake releases a startled laugh, feeling Steven’s bafflement and Marc’s flinch in the headspace. The words tumble from his mouth before he can stop them.

“Lucky for you she’s already dead.”

What the fuck man?! Marc exclaims in the same moment as Steven squeaks Oh my God, Jake…

A stricken look crosses your face, and Jake has to take a few deep breaths - not least to try and hush his headmates while he formulates a response.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t exactly say I’m filled with grief after everything -” He cuts himself off, watching your mouth open and close a fews times soundlessly before he clarifies. “I promise we’ll tell you everything, just… not right now.”

Your mouth snaps shut as you nod jerkily, and Jake offers you what he hopes is a reassuring look before he turns his attention inwards again for a moment.

He senses his headmates are settling again, going off into their own thoughts once more. Leaving them to themselves, he turns his attention back to you and finds you watching his face carefully.

“They’re okay.”

You nod, a look of relief settling on your face. After a second’s hesitation, Jake holds his hand out carefully in front of him - inviting you to take it but not touching you without your permission. After a moment’s pause you close the short distance and lightly entwine your fingers with his. Your eyes glitter as your voice comes out in a whisper.

“I’m sorry, it just makes my skin really sore - like I’ve got a fever. And I get kind of overloaded, y’know? Noises, and how things feel, and everything takes so much energy -”

Jake’s already shaking his head, well aware of these things in himself, and particularly in Marc and Steven.

“ - You don’t need to explain honey, just tell me what you need.”

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