#that plus my reaction to chapter 14

[daydreams-after-dark]

What's your fanfic fantasy? part 5

Chapter Contents.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Parts 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 //

Chapter Summary: You and Minho chat after Chan leaves the room. You find out why Minho agreed to fulfilling your fantasy, and you instigate some roleplay.

Premise: OFC + Chan + Jisung 18+ fanfic. This is an AU story about Chan bringing your fantasies to life... but what happens when boyfriends Chan and Han fall in love with you?

Warnings: anal fingering, anal sex, role play, blindfolds, coming inside, fantasy play, comfort.

“Do you think Chan’s okay?” you ask as Minho nestles into the bed resting his head on his hands. He looks up at the ceiling and sighs.

“He did seem weird.” He agrees. “But I’m sure he’ll be fine. Jisung will look after him.' His tone is reassuring.

You slide down alongside him propping yourself up on an elbow to gaze at him. “I suppose so.”

You can’t help but feel concerned. Chan’s behaviour had been so odd, and you worry that you’re to blame. What if you’ve freaked him out somehow? But Minho’s right, Jisung would be with him now. He knows Chan more than anyone. He’ll know what he needs in this moment. Right? Right? You’re not entirely convinced.

“W-was this okay?” Minho asks with a hesitant voice, breaking your thoughts.

You look at him excitedly. “Yeah!” You grin like an idiot. “I don’t know where you learnt to be so…. skilled.” you smirk.

“So it was satisfactory then?” he searches your face.

Oh dear God what kind of question is that? Satisfactory? It was fucking perfect. Minho was perfect. You can’t fathom why he is feeling so insecure.

“I hope you didn’t mind me asking to take the blindfold off?” he adds. He watches your face carefully for your reaction.

“No, of course not.” You rest your hand on his muscular chest hoping to reassure him. “I actually thought it was endearing.” You circle his nipple with a finger.

“Really?” he says, sounding surprised.

You lean your head on his chest and he wraps an arm around you, and you snuggle in. “Mmm. It made my heart feel like it was going to pound of my chest, and… and actually,” you hesitate to continue, “I was really glad it was you.”

Minho beams at you.

“So what made you want to take it off?” you ask.

Minho takes a moment to consider his answer. “It just felt… right. Like the right thing to do. I thought I’d be okay with leaving it on…but… I needed to see your eyes.” He smiles sheepishly. “Is that cheesy?”

He is literally the sweetest man alive. “Nah.. Not cheesy.” you smile.

“You don’t think I’m…like… weird do you? With this fucking a stranger fantasy?” you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth.

Minho chuckles and squeezes your arm. “Nah, everyone’s got fantasies.” He hums.

You rub your thumb over his nipple and he shudders. “So how did Chan approach you about - this?” you're curious to know. It’s not something you go around proposing to people on a daily basis. Well apart from this week it seems.

“Hmmm. Well I can only imagine he didn’t ask Jisung because he can’t stay quiet, and you’ve fucked him already.” He explains like it’s common knowledge. “Then Felix has someone.” He adds, ruling him out too.

You fling your head up in excitement “Wait. What? Since when? Wow! About time. He's such a nice guy!” You gush. Felix has someone? You make a mental note to poke him about it tomorrow.

“Yeah, didn’t you know? He’s got a girlfriend now. I think they’ve been together for a few months.”

You rest your head back down. Fuck.

“Then there’s Binnie.” Minho continues his deductions. “I don’t think Chan asked him because Bin would hate you to confuse him with someone else. He’d be livid. He wants you to know exactly who’s fucking you. He wants you to see exactly what he’s doing to you. Plus- ”

“HIS HANDS!” You both exclaim and burst into laughter.

“Have you seen how rough they are? You’d guess it was him the minute he touched you.” Minho shivers with disgust like he’s imagining Binnie’s filthy hands on him. Minho doesn’t like rough hands then?

Binnie does sound interesting, and you wonder what it would be like to experience him.

“So you were what was left then?” you tease.

"Yah!" he pinches your arm playfully. “I was the best person for the job. I ticked all the boxes. Quiet. Careful. Diligent. Mysterious”. You gaze at him. He is right. He was the best person for the job.

“Hmm. So did Chan just come up to you and ask directly, or?” you push. You are so curious, you can't leave the subject alone.

“Pretty much, yeah. He explained the situation, asked if I would want to do it. And I said yes… obvs.” He shrugs like he does this kind of favour all the time.

“And why did you say yes?” you press.

Minho hesitates and wriggles to adjust his position. Maybe you overstepped with that question? “I… I wanted to take my mind off someone.” He sighs.

“Oh.” You go quiet and wonder if you should ask him more, or just leave it. You continue to caress Minho’s chest and stomach while silence fills the room.

“You know how I do dance performance?” he asks eventually, breaking the silence.

That’s right, when he’s not performing for the band he dances. He is a wonderful, powerful, strong dancer. You take in his physique. Mmm, definitely a dancer’s body.

“Well there’s this guy. His name is Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin. You say the name in your head trying it out.

“You like this Hyunjin?” you ask softly.

“Fuck do I like him, kitten!” he wails. “He is the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen. He’s elegant but strong.” He sighs again as he describes him. “The way he moves it’s art… and his lips… Oh y/n, they’re the most plush lips I’ve ever seen. He’s perfect. Long hair, long fingers, long -”

“Long dick?” you poke and look up at his face, but he looks defeated.

“I… I wouldn’t know.” He says solemnly.

“Have you told him how you feel?” you ask.

“No… But there was this one night. After practice. Everyone else had gone home and I stayed back to work on a routine. I thought I was alone, but Hyunjin was there…watching me. He came out of the shadows and began dancing too.

I know it sounds silly, and like nothing, but it felt so intimate.

We practiced for hours until we were exhausted and I collapsed on the floor out of breath.” He pauses for a moment, wrapping his arm tighter around you. You in turn, wrap your arm around his torso in a hug.

“Hyunjin laid on the floor next to me. We were both just laying on our backs trying to catch our breath. Fuck his breathing is beautiful too. Then I felt his fingertips touch mine. I thought it was an accident at first. Until his fingers interlaced with mine."

"What did you do?" you whispered, hanging on every word of his story.

"I didn’t know what the fuck to do. So I just laid there. Then… Then Hyunjin... He slid closer to me and leaned over me.”

You can hear the longing in Minho’s voice as he tells his story.

“He was looking into my soul, y/n. I was mesmerized. Frozen still. I could’ve sworn he was going to kiss me, but…”

“But what?” you whisper.

“We heard a noise outside in the corridor. Someone had come back to the studio to collect something they left. Hyunjin was startled and he left. Just got up and left. Without a word. Then that was it.” He finishes his story and goes quiet.

Wow. You don’t know what to say. Poor Minho. Poor Minho’s heart.

“So were you able to take your mind off him tonight?” You try to lighten the mood.

“Does it sound like it?” he huffs, then laughs. “Actually for a little while yes. Thank you.” He says sincerely.

You lean back up on your elbows and scan the room, wondering whether you are meant to go back to your own room or stay here. Your eyes rest on the blindfold. You have an idea. A devious part of you springs into action.

“Minho?” you ask.

“Hmm hmm?” he responds lazily.

“I’m going to blindfold you. Is that okay?”

He looks at you suspiciously, narrowing his eyes. “Yeah.” He replies slowly, unsure about what you're doing.

You reach across his body to grab the blindfold, your breasts practically smacking him in the face as you do. “Just trust me.” you say as you place the blindfold over Minho’s eyes and secure it at the back.

“If you don’t like it I promise I’ll stop.” you reassure him. Minho lays there compliantly. He’s such a good boy.

“So,” You begin slowly running your finger down his chest and abdomen. “You have fantasies about this Hyunjin do you?”

“All the time.” Minho answers without hesitation.

“Do you imagine Hyunjin kissing your body?” you ask.

“Y-yes” replies Minho.

You kiss his chest delicately. His muscles tense. You kiss him again this time on his stomach, gently exploring the dips of his muscles with your lips. Minho’s breath starts to falter.

“Do you imagine Hyunjin touching your cock?” You whisper as you make your way down down down to Minho’s partially hard cock. You take it in your hand. For the first time that night. Well the first time ever, really. But you don’t plan to be y/n right now.

“Yes” he whispers back and swallows hard.

“Does he stroke you like this?” You slowly and gently stroke up and down his shaft. He moans softly. “Yes. Yes he does.” he manages to respond.

You watch his breathing become laboured and soft little moans start to fall from his lips as you stroke his cock.

“You know Minho,” you remove your hand from him and he whimpers at the suddenness of you letting it go.

“Hyunjin wants to suck your cock.” You say in a low tone. “Will you let him? Would you like him to?”

Minho nods vigorously. “Yes! Yes.. Please”. His cock twitches as he begs for Hyunjin’s mouth.

You position yourself between Minho’s legs and take hold of his cock again. How would Hyunjin give head? You have no idea. Minho isn’t fully hard yet, so sink your mouth down over him, taking him all in your mouth.

Minho moans in approval as you continue to gently suck and pull his cock with you mouth until he is rock hard.

“Hyunjin likes having your cock in his mouth.” You hum. “He looks so good sucking you off like this.” you do your very best to give Minho the best blow job of his life - as Hyunjin not as y/n.

Minho starts to breath faster. This is exciting for him. you want to keep playing this game. You want to please him.

You circle your tongue around Minho’s tip, tasting his pre-cum, before sinking back down the shaft.

“Oh fuck! This feels so good, Hyun - ”

“That’s right, Minho. Hyunjin is doing so well isn’t he?” you purr between motions.

Minho seems to be in his own world, he’s actually imagining you as Hyunjin. If you're honest it’s turning you on.

“Mmmm...aaah” he's getting noisy, which is a far cry from earlier on when he was so conscientiousness, diligent and so silent for most of it. You're loving watching Minho let go, lose control.

He whines and whimpers and begs for Hyunjin to keep going. You can see he is starting to come undone as he cries for Hyunjin to take him to the stars.

You want Hyunjin to please him.

You slip your mouth off of his cock and reach for the coconut oil. Minho cries out as though he’s been abandoned. “Hyunjin… please.”

“Minho?” You say timidly. “Hyunjin wants to ride your cock. Would that be okay?”

Minho tenses up at those words and hisses through his teeth. “P-please-" is all he can muster.

“Can he? You need to say it Minho.” You urge firmly.

“Please.. Hyunjin.. Fuck.. I need to be inside you.”

“Okay… it’s okay, Minho. Hyunjin will sort you out. He wants to take care of you.”

Minho sounds like he’s on the verge of tears, and you think he is going to come at just the thought of being ridden by Hyunjin.

“Minho? Hyunjin needs you to help stretch him open. Can you help him get ready so he take your cock?” You shimmy back to Minho’s side poking your ass towards him. You take his hand and pour some oil in it and direct his fingers to your ass.

Minho begins to press on and circle your asshole, much like he did earlier that night, and it doesn’t take him long to be working two fingers in and out of you. It’s hard to stay quiet but you don’t let your moans escape. You don’t want to distract Minho from his fantasy.

“That’s it, Minho.” you say. Fuck, his fingers feel so good that you rock back on his hands. You take his cock back in your hand and resume stroking it while you're being fingered.

“Hyunjin needs just one more finger.” you pant. It’s getting hard to suppress the sounds of pleasure.

Minho works another finger into you, stretching you open. You already feel so full like you're going to be torn in two, how are you going to fit his dick inside?

An orgasm approaches. Not yet, you tell yourself. “Hyunjin is ready for your cock now.” you announce.

Minho removes his fingers leaving you feeling empty. Hyunjin's going to be a lucky man if he ever experiences what Minho can do with his fingers.

You straddle Minho and pour a generous amount of oil over his cock. You hover over him, and holding his cock behind you, you guide him to your entrance. You haven’t had anal in a long time and you hope you can do this as gracefully as you want to. You want Minho to really feel like it's Hyunjin he's fucking.

Minho’s cock presses against your rim as you begin to sink yourself down onto it. The tip slips in fairly easily. There’s not a lot of resistance. You've really slicked up his cock, and Minho really knows how to work a hole.

He sucks a breath between his teeth and tenses his stomach muscles. “Fuck… Hyunjin… Oh God.” He pants.

You exhale slowly as you sink a little further down his cock. It’s so much more than a few fingers and you take a moment to adjust. It’s a mixture of a burning sensation, being stretched as far open as you can possibly imagine whilst being filled so fucking deep that your eyes might get poked out.

It’s glorious. You want more.

Eventuallly, you push yourself down all the way so Minho is fully inside of you.

You catch your breath. “Minho? Does Hyunjin feel good?” you manage.

“Hyunjin…” Minho grips the sheets with his hands in desperation. “Please… please… please… I need you to fuck me.”

You begin to slowly slide yourself up and down Minho’s cock. Just a little at first. As you pick up the rhythm the intensity builds. It feels almost unbearable, but you're full of lust and you're on a mission.

“Hyunjin thinks you feel so fucking good.” you growl as you bounce up and down harder. Your cunt clenches as you're being fucked in the ass.

“He looks so good riding your pretty cock.” you pant.

Minho has well and truly lost control. He isn’t even trying to hold in the primal sounds now. You allow yourself to moan now too, hoping it won’t distract him. You fucking want to scream but you don’t want to bring Minho out of his fantasy.

You rock your hips back and forth, rolling them so that your clit rubs against his lower belly. The wetness from your pussy covers his body and allows you to slide back hard against his cock. The angle of the thrusts reaching parts of you that have never been reached.

“Fuck!” you cry out. Everything that can be clenched clenches, and your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks. Waves upon waves of relief wash over you.

“Fuck… Hyun - ” Minho cries out now. “I’m so close.”

You compose yourself and try to stay in character. “That’s right, Minho. Come for Hyunjin.” you urge him on as you pick up the pace again.

“Hyunjin needs your cum.” You pull yourself up off his cock and slam yourself back down.

Minho cries out.

“He wants you to come so far up inside of him… he wants to know your cum is inside him long after this… Can you do that? Can-”

Minho bucks his hips up against you, and pumps his cock violently into you.

“Hyunjin!” He cries out as he comes and you can feel the warmth of his release deep inside you.

You take your time to catch your breath before sliding off of Minho and curling back up alongside him. You quickly find a towel and place it behind you to catch any cum that leaks out.

Well that was wild!

Minho is shaking and panting like he has a fever, as you reach up and remove the blindfold. His eyes are watery and his cheeks are flushed.

He finds your gaze and smiles. “Thank you.” He whispers.

You return the smile and snuggle in close. You both lay there for what feels like an eternity.

“Y/n?” he asks eventually. “Can we...Would it be okay to keep this just between us?”

“Of course, Minho.” you promise. “It’ll remain in the sanctity of the Boudoir.”

You hold each other as you drift off to sleep dreaming of other people.

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To Show Patience With: The Character of Overse in Martha Wells's Murderbot

Overse is not a name. As it's spelled, it's a Norwegian or Danish verb that means "overlook," or it can be spelled "överse" and be a Swedish word meaning "overlook" as well. My friend, a fluent Swedish speaker, said she'd understand the meaning if she saw the word "överse" used, but she wouldn't pick that word to translate from English to Swedish.

However, the language authority for Sweden, the Swedish Academy, gives an alternate meaning to the verb "överse"; it can mean to overlook, to critically go through/to review, or to show patience with. Their example of that last meaning is "han över­såg med barnens slarv," which my friend and Google Translate both say means something along the lines of "he overlooked the carelessness of the children."

I feel at this point I should quote this friend: "The funky thing about Swedish is that it's a very word-poor language, so one word can mean a lot of different things depending on context."

Martha Wells is a pantser, she's admitted to it. I'm sure she didn't intend that last meaning. But what if she did?

Our first introduction to Overse is on page 14 of All Systems Red (all page numbers are from hardback editions), where we get "I carried Bharadwaj up the ramp into the cabin, where Overse and Ratthi were frantically unclipping seats [...] their horrified expressions when they took in what was left of my upper body through my torn suit" (All Systems Red 14). Not very patient yet, given the description that the words "frantically" and "horrified" imply. But a few pages later, Overse and Arada have stabilized Bharadwaj by the end of the ride, and in the end of the chapter she's presumably among the group worrying in the mess. Soon after, when MB announces that there's a deleted part of the hazard report, it notes that "The reaction to that in general was pretty pissed off. There were some loud complaints from Pin-Lee and Overse and dramatic throwing-hands-in-the-air from Ratthi" (ASR 29). In a traumatic situation, it's understandable that everyone is a little panicked and nobody's being patient, but Overse seems to be able to work, even when she's upset by the situation.

By the time they're thinking about going to DeltFall, we have a little more info about Overse. Arada asks about recharging at DeltFall and "Overse put an arm around her and squeezed her shoulder" before explaining (ASR 47). MB even notes that "As a couple, they were always so nice to each other" (ASR 47). Arada is a little naive about the Corporate Rim, as evidenced by her questions here, the "terminal optimist" line in Network Effect, and just everything else. Overse, however, knows what's going on, and moreover, the combination of action and words, plus MB's statement that they are "nice" to each other, combines to create a patient tone when she's explaining.

During the rest of the book, Overse mostly shows up in the group scenes, in which she's a voice for reason, if just as worried as the rest of them. She appears briefly at the end of Exit Strategy, but not for long. When she really becomes a force of patience is in Network Effect.

In the first chapter, she "would be upset if I let her marital partner get killed" and "had shouted" at MB on the comm before that (Network Effect 11-12). However, she remains calm enough to warn Ratthi to get off the comm with the raiders and prepare the facility for launch, even through her worry. Shortly after, she notes to MB that it's been really supportive of Arada and how helpful that's been, and it notes that "[Arada] and Overse had always been firmly in the 'least likely to abandon a SecUnit to a lonely horrible fate' category, which was always the category I was most interested in" (NE 40). From it, that's an impressive compliment and a sign of Overse's ability to remain calm enough to make kind decisions while under immense stress.

This is born out a few pages later when Overse and Ratthi are in the control deck during the attack on the baseship and facility. "Both looked frantic," MB says, but it also notes that "frantic was the right reaction" and that there's no comm or feed (NE 43). Immediately afterward, Arada arrives, and "Overse's face twisted with relief and she bit her lip hard" (NE 44). After knowing that her wife is safe, Overse is more able to handle the situation. She gets comm partially active another page later, handles evacuation and separation well (though she and Arada both let their protectiveness for each other and the rest of the crew override their self-preservation instincts), and comes up with the idea of getting MB and Amena into EVAC suits as well as helping "cannibalize four of the EVAC suits aboard" to stabilize the safepod (NE 135).

Once removed from the immediate stress of almost dying, Overse demonstrates the ability to control her initial reactions (she "grimaced and rubbed her eyes" at ART's declaration that it won't leave till it gets what it wants, then communicates silently with Arada) and handles ART's demands with patience (NE 140). For instance, ART says it didn't plan to attack the facility, and she responds, "But it was your idea," with narrowed eyes (NE 141). I hate to make a personal anecdote in an analytical essay, but this is exactly the attitude my mother takes when I do something and she's trying to be patient but also communicate that I did a stupid. Same thing with their next group conversation with ART, where MB notes that she has a "'let's get this over with' expression," and when they first discuss the colony, where "Her expression had that grimly frustrated quality that was common when my humans talked about the corporates" (NE 149, 155). (What I'm saying is Overse is the mom friend lol)

There are two scenes later in NE that are especially telling. The first is in chapter 10, when Overse and Arada are on the way to check out engineering.

Arada and Overse had stopped in the corridor that went toward the engineering module. Arada hugged Overse, and Overse kissed her and said into her ear, "You can do this, babe. You're a bulkhead." "I'm a wibbly bulkhead," Arada muttered. (The wibbliness was why I trusted Arada. Overconfident humans who don't listen to anybody else scare the hell out of me.) Arada stepped back and smiled at Overse. "Got to get to work." (NE 164)

In this scene, Arada is worried; she's finally letting down the mask of command and letting Overse see how worried she is in a situation that is close to private. Overse responds in a manner consistent with the mention in ASR that they were always nice to each other, but she's more than just nice. Arada is upset in a way that's likely troubling to Overse, and Overse is able to calm her, be patient with her, and make sure that she's okay despite being worried about her.

The other scene in question is the infamous bunkroom scene, which deserves a whole separate meta about what's been told and what's left missing, but the simple summary is thus: in chapter 11, Arada agrees to go over to the Barish-Estranza ship, without consulting anyone else or making an informed decision. From then on, Overse is upset. Her initial response to the idea is "Fuck no," then "there was a big human argument" and "Overse said through gritted teeth, 'Rescuing you–or trying to recover your body–will not save us time'"(NE 202-03). A few minutes later, "Overse was still mad," and apparently needs "a chance to vent and calm down," which she gets by venting to Ratthi (NE 204). MB paraphrases, so we'll never know her exact words, but she apparently ends up "being angry at herself for getting angry at Arada during a crisis" (NE 205). She's able to calm herself down and be patient long enough to work with Arada, but it takes until the next chapter for MB to notice their relationship improving. The infamous bunkroom scene is really only a few lines:

Arada and Overse were back to getting along after spending time together in an unused bunkroom while we were traveling to the dock. I hadn't bothered to monitor them on ART's cameras or try to slip a drone in; the chances that they were having sex and/or a relationship discussion (either of which I would prefer to stab myself in the face than see) were far higher than the chance that they were saying anything I needed to know about. (I mean they might have been plotting against me, but you know, probably not.) (NE 230)

What's amazing is how much is communicated in the absence of any detail on what actually happened. Overse isn't mad anymore, not necessarily because there's a way to go back or to make it better (though they do seem to have negotiated a compromise about the next stressful situation), but because she's able to look past the situation and recognize that the best way to get back to a normal relationship with her marital partner is to overlook what happened.

To overlook. It can be a very easy thing to do, to overlook and ignore someone with a smaller role, such as Overse. To oversee something, to manage a whole bunch of things and ensure all of it goes correctly. But "överse" is also to be patient with, or to overlook flaws. And that is the core of Overse's character: she is the Patient One.

Not to say that I believe in nominative determinism, the idea that people gravitate towards work that match their name (Wikipedia). Martha Wells is a known pantser, and I doubt that this was a deliberate choice on her part. But she had to have a reason to choose the name Overse, even if that was just that it was on a list of words she liked. I want to imagine that the reason is that she knew she'd made a patient character and picked a name that secretly describes a patient person.

Sources:

"Nominative Determinism." Wikipedia, 25 Apr. 2024. Wikipedia, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Nominative_determinism&oldid=1220754650. Accessed May 31, 2024.

överse | SAOL | svenska.se. https://svenska.se/saol/?hv=lnr114060. Accessed May 14, 2024.

Wells, Martha, and Martha Wells. All Systems Red. First edition, Tom Doherty Associates, 2017.

---. Network Effect. First edition, Tom Doherty Associates, 2020.

#murderbot #arada and overse #Overse (murderbot diaries) #meta #one day I will get back to the bunkroom scene meta/the arada pov of ne that connects to that #linguistics #languages are fun #Please note: I do not think this is necessarily a great argument. I doubt I am correct. And the nominative determinism doesn’t generalize #this is however An Argument and I think it is at least an interesting argument

[smoments]

✧ part 14: memories of a stranger // a satosugu reincarnation au

❝ let's meet again, for the first time. ❞

╰┈➤ in which 19-year old gojo satoru happens upon a stranger at a cafe who speaks his name with a kind of softness and familiarity that satoru’s sure he’s heard before.

➽ chapter 14: the transience of summer

“This is pretty smart, if you think about it. They have students make the art, set up the displays alone, and take everything down at the end. And then they get the money from the whole event!”

“Satoru, they do it primarily for your benefit. It’s a good way to expand your horizons and have professionals see your work.”

“Plus, what do you mean, alone? We were there too.” 

Satoru hefts the canvas up above his head just to set it back down atop the set of stairs leading outside, exhaling dramatically and shooting them a wide grin. “You’re right! Whatever would I do without you two.” He pulls them into suffocating side-hugs, beaming like a proud parent when neither of them slap him. 

After a second, Shoko swats at his shoulder in a request to be released and looks at him sideways when he relents, her gaze curious. 

“I told you about that one guy, right? Who was, like, obsessed with your painting?”

“For real? First I’m hearing of this.”

She tilts her head at him apologetically, fighting a smile. “Oops, must’ve slipped my mind. But he owns a gallery somewhere over in Minato, and he wanted to display it there.”

“Oh, wow. Thanks.” 

“Think you’ll do it?”

“That’s… Well, wait a second. I forgot to tell you guys, but I’ve been thinking deeply about my future lately,” he starts, looking around at his friends for shocked reactions and realizing he definitely expected too much when they simply meet his gaze with blank faces, “And I don’t think I want to be an artist.”

This part captures their attention; Suguru flinches back as though slapped, and Shoko gasps like he’s just admitted to locking a very artistic body double in his basement and forcing them to make all his paintings for him. 

“Excuse me?” 

He waves off their concern, speaking lightly and self-assuredly. “Don’t get me wrong, I do love painting and stuff, but do you know what I like even more than that?”

“Being a bad influence on others?” Shoko offers.

“Educating the youth!”

“Half points.” Suguru tells her sagely.

“My life is not a game show.” 

He chuckles at this, lifting his shoulders in surrender. 

“We never said you wouldn’t be a good teacher. I bet you’d keep things interesting, at the very least.” 

“Yeah, and besides, you know we don’t really care what you do. Like, it’s whatever as long as you’re happy with it.”

He gives her an indulgently gratified look as Suguru walks over to the display, checking for any forgotten pieces of the setup. “Is it just me, or was that actually kinda sweet?”

“Yeah, obviously,” she responds, mildly offended. 

“Satoru?” 

In spite of its softness, Suguru’s voice has a way of attracting attention, and they both look over curiously, searching his face for the same surprise that was so clearly audible in his tone.

“What’s this?”

Satoru’s eyes widen when the cool light overhead catches on a glint of gold in Suguru’s grasp, and he lets out a shriek as Shoko covers her mouth to stifle a delighted laugh. 

“Shoko! Get that away from him!”

“Can’t. I’m holding this.” She lifts the basket in her hands, which would have been haphazardly put together except that Suguru turned out to have a knack for arranging gifts. He’d turned pale when Satoru announced that it was finally ready and held it up proudly for him to see, insisting that he’d clean it up a little before giving it to Shoko (Satoru was greatly wounded by this until he laid his eyes on the final product and decided his pride was a worthy sacrifice for such a beautiful result).  

“And what’s the issue, anyway? I like your poetry.”

“I told you already, it wasn’t my poetry! And it didn’t rhyme, either!”

“Thank you, Satoru.”

Satoru looks up sharply when Suguru finally speaks, his face aflame, and does his very best to sound unbothered.

“It wasn’t even anything. Really. I didn’t even write it.”

Suguru smiles back at him warmly, and he feels what he’s sure used to be clear, perfectly formed thoughts falling away and melting on the floor of his brain in a pool of mush. This is definitely not healthy. Luckily for him, Shoko sets a prompting hand on his shoulder, startling him back into clarity.

“I’ve gotta get back - an American singing show Utahime accidentally got us both hooked on is airing today. Thanks for all this, though.” She gestures to the basket in her grip. “My skin gets dry sometimes, especially in winter.”

“I knew it!” 

“What?… Okay then, bye.” 

“Bye, Shoko.” 

He loses himself in thought as watches her turn to leave, pausing to whisper something to Suguru on her way to the door. She’s only just made it down the front steps of the gallery when he calls out to her. 

“And- uh- sorry I didn’t take the time to say anything to you earlier.” 

She slowly spins to face him, surprise written into the curves of her face and the part of her lips, and he meets her gaze with more earnestness than he’d ideally like anybody to associate with him. 

“I’m trying to work on being more proactive and stuff. Not that it’s an excuse for being so dense about what you were going through. Anyway, you needed someone to talk to, I think. I should have been that for you. So… I’m sorry.”

Shoko stills, her throat bobbing visibly when she swallows, and she laughs with that casual ease that he’s come to know her for. It’s too high this time, though; almost like she’s nervous. And he didn’t expect his words to mean anything to her, because it wasn’t as though he could actually go back and fix his maddening lack of initiative, but her dark eyebrows are uncharacteristically taut with emotion, and she’s looking at him now with something like gratitude. 

“Thanks, Satoru. It means a lot.” 

She waves at them quietly, then continues on her way, her other hand coming up to support the weight of the basket in her grip and her fingers tightening ever-so-slightly around the handle. She glances down at the little cat that rests right at the top, a centerpiece among the overflowing snacks and hand-picked gifts packed into the large container, and it smiles complacently back at her with those dark, painted eyes as her own lips curve upward. 

“What did Shoko tell you?”

Suguru is staring glassy-eyed into the wall like he’s just witnessed something unspeakable, and Satoru eyes him with concern. 

“What…? Nothing. Just to have a good day.”

“Why would she only say that to you?” He asks bemusedly, his brow furrowed. His gaze trails down the collar of Suguru’s uniform to the item in his hand, and his heart skips a beat. He reaches over to pry his fingers off of the placard and tuck it into his own pocket, thanking his luck that Suguru is so out of it he barely notices. 

“Let’s head out?”

“Yeah.” 

He lets Suguru lead the way, fishing through his pocket and slipping out the smooth, shiny rectangle to get another look at it. 

He wasn’t thinking when he wrote it, really; the words came to him in a dream. They didn’t feel like his, and he didn’t remember ever taking the time to put them together, but the raw emotion seemed to pour from them like water, a tidal wave that sent him to his knees with how deeply it resounded in his chest, and so he allowed them to grace the placard that ended up just below his treasured painting on the wall of the gallery. Even now, his breath catches when his eyes skim the small, engraved letters carved into the golden metal, and he picks up his pace to come to Suguru’s side, trying to ignore the incessant pounding of his heart.

to you, who bloomed and fell away like a fruitless flower. 

even if these days fade away, they will remain forever colored. 

“we’ll meet again, right?” 

words spoken in an unheard voice. in the depths of eternity left behind. scattered within a sea of endless blue. 

i’m sorry we couldn’t ever reach you. 

-

Suguru shoots him a subdued glance as he rings the doorbell beside the wooden sign that spells out ‘Fushiguro’ in dark, neat letters, trying and failing to sound exasperated.  

“We saw him last week, Satoru.”

“Don’t act like you haven’t been missing that kid too. You mentioned him, like, four times yesterday. You were obviously hoping I’d pick up on the subliminal messaging behind your words and come here with you.” 

The front door creaks open after a notable amount of time, and a pair of large, sharp eyes peek through the gap in the entrance. Megumi’s wary gaze finds Satoru first, and his expression drops. He moves to shut the door in their faces without appearing the slightest bit remorseful about it, but Satoru sticks his foot through the gap and eases it open before he has the chance. 

“We came to hang out with you!” He announces gaily, beaming down at the child through his dark sunglasses.

“Don’t you have any friends your own age?” Megumi grumbles dispassionately, but allows him to push open the door without any voiced complaint. Satoru narrows his eyes, open hands gravitating towards Megumi’s mess of hair threateningly. 

“This brat-”

Suguru cuts him off by stepping lightly on his foot, making him roll his eyes and press his lips together. “Yes, of course, Megumi, but we were hoping to take you somewhere if you have time. Would Tsumiki like to come too?” 

Megumi looks at Suguru with a bit more tolerance - likely thanks in part to him putting Satoru in his place. Still, he averts his eyes as soon as he’s finished speaking, resignation settling on his features.

“I can’t. I have somewhere to be.”

Satoru crouches down so they’re at eye-level, giving him a suspicious once-over.

“And where’s that?”

“None of your business.” He looks vaguely embarrassed all of a sudden and drops his gaze to the ground. “But… I have to go to a… school meeting.”

“Going to school after school? Did you get in trouble? I knew the nerd act was all a show.”

When Megumi remains silent and fidgets with his hands nervously instead of giving him the scathing look he expected, Satoru’s mouth drops open. 

“Wait, for real?”

Suguru speaks up as Satoru sits there gaping, his tone gently coercing. 

“What happened?”

“I have to… I did something to this guy, but he deserved it.” When he catches the look of awe on both their faces, he continues with a touch more defensiveness. “Maybe you shouldn’t be a jerk if you don’t want to face the repercussions.”

Satoru knows Suguru has been teaching Megumi new vocabulary words on top of the knowledge he must amass from the books he always has his nose buried into, but he’s still unnervingly well-spoken for a seven year old. He nods slowly, pretending to be deep in thought, and then sighs like he’s just been requested to do something horribly strenuous. 

“Okay, okay, sit down and walk us through it.”

Satoru strolls past the elementary schooler and into the house, making himself at home on the small couch in the living room. Megumi gives him a look, but follows him inside silently, leaving the door ajar for Suguru to enter too.

After receiving a slightly more detailed account of the situation that leaves him feeling equal parts proud and disbelieving of the seemingly innocuous child in front of him, Satoru snaps his fingers, beaming.

“Suguru, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“God, I hope not.”

“Megumi… you just need parents, right?”

Suguru immediately understands his intentions and returns his meaningful look with a warning one. 

“Satoru.”

“It’s fine! As long as they’re not, like, homophobic. And see? He looks just like us!”

He leans down next to Megumi, who is seated between them, and grins, poking his cheek in an attempt to squish his face into a smile while he struggles to get away. 

“They don’t just let you do whatever, you know. I’m sure they’ll check for identification of some sort. And besides, Megumi probably doesn’t want-“

“Okay.”

“What?” 

“Really?!”

Megumi rubs his cheek, which is slowly returning to its normal color, and sighs heavily.

“It’s fine. It’s better than nothing, I guess.”

“Woah, don’t get too excited there, kid.”

-

“And you two are… Megumi’s parents?”

His teacher, a kind-looking young woman with blond hair cut to her chin, looks uncertainly at the odd group before her - and Satoru can’t really blame her, because he and Suguru are quite clearly college students and barely old enough to drive, let alone have a seven-year-old child.

“Yes, but we really do just love him so much, and we only want what’s best for him, so I hardly think this conversation-“

Suguru cuts off his tirade with a picturesque smile, his tone agreeable. 

“That’s right. Thank you for having us here. There was something you wanted to discuss?”

She shuffles the pile of test papers on her desk hesitantly, the tips of her fingers brushing the width of the stack, and then sets it down again and dips her head in acknowledgement, bringing her hands together primly. A folded paper name tag rests next to them with Ms. Nitta written in neat print and bordered by colorful, doodle-esque flowers and hearts. 

“Right. So, based on what we’ve gathered from his classmates’ accounts, Megumi has been getting into fights on school property.”

Satoru bites back an ‘is he winning’ and instead gasps dramatically, putting an affronted hand to his heart as though the very idea is unthinkable. Anyway, didn’t Megumi say ‘guy’, as in singular? He was definitely not properly prepared for this. Suguru, on the other hand, is playing the role of concerned parent a little too well, especially considering his earlier protests. 

“My darling child would never-“

“Was he provoked? Was it well-deserved?” Suguru inquires. “You see, I don’t think he’d go around starting trouble without reason.”

Satoru tilts his head toward him, slightly surprised at how reasonable a question it is, and Ms. Nitta clears her throat awkwardly.

“Well, perhaps, but that’s quite besides the point. You can imagine a parent’s reaction to their kid coming home all beaten up. Still… he does tend to gravitate towards those who are… aggressively inclined.”

“See? Case closed,” Satoru exclaims triumphantly, throwing up his hands. “He’s just beating up losers. He’s basically a superhero.” 

She wrinkles her brow, confusion apparent on her face. “Even if we were to gloss over the other things, I’m afraid that’s not it. Megumi is undoubtedly a very smart kid, but he has some trouble getting along with his peers.”

“Aw, yeah, he’s our antisocial little… guy. He takes after this one.”

He jabs a thumb at Suguru, whose eye twitches in annoyance. He directs a tight, closed-eye smile at Ms. Nitta. 

“Yes, and he gets all his agreeability from Satoru here.” 

“Are you saying my son is disagreeable?! How dare you!”

“He’s fifty percent my son, too.” 

“Well, I carried him for nine months, so I think I deserve at least fifty-one percent!”

“You carried him? Nobody decided that!”

“Yeah, ‘cause it was obvious that-“

“If we could keep personal matters out of the discussion…”

“Please.” Megumi agrees, making no effort to mask the disgust on his face.

“You sure this is the right classroom, right, Yuuji? Damn it-“ The sound of a rattling door knob and muffled swearing pulls them from their heated argument regarding the rightful custody of their non-rightful child, and Satoru squints at the door before leaning in to whisper to Suguru.

“Does he have… tattoos on his face?”

“Ah - this is one of Megumi’s classmates. He requested to be here today.” Ms. Nitta explains, moving swiftly to the door and turning the lock on the knob. She holds it open for them to enter, smiling down at Yuuji, who trots in second. The tattooed man gives her a gruff nod of thanks as his eyes travel the room indifferently, double-taking when he notices Megumi sitting between them. 

“Fushiguro?” He nudges Yuuji with his elbow, leaning down to hiss at him in what is quite a poor excuse for a whisper. “You didn’t tell me Fushiguro would be here.” 

“I did, ‘kuna,” he protests, indignant. “You were busy playing video games.” 

“Huhh? I don’t think so. Anyway, let’s get this over with.” 

Ms. Nitta looks to Yuuji questioningly as he and his acquaintance take seats in the tiny plastic chairs usually reserved for her elementary schoolers. Her doubtful eyes flick to the latter, who crosses his legs importantly as the bright yellow plastic squeaks beneath his weight.

“And… are you Yuuji’s father?” She winces at the thought. 

“Nah, I’m his brother,” he replies, making a barely perceptible amount of effort to incline his tone towards politeness.

“Big brother,” Yuuji adds unnecessarily. “His real name is Sukuna, but I think he prefers ‘kuna.”

“I absolutely do not, brat.” He glares down at Yuuji, a tinge of red coloring his cheeks, and Ms. Nitta clears her throat. 

“So, you had something you wanted to say for Fushiguro?”

“Yes!” Yuuji’s hand shoots into the air enthusiastically. He lets it hover, waiting for stated permission to speak, and she gestures for him to continue. Sukuna rolls his eyes at Yuuji’s behavior, the beginnings of a smile tugging at his lips. 

“Fushiguro didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Itadori-” Megumi tries self-consciously, and frowns when Yuuji waves him off.

“No! These annoying brats were bothering Junpei, and Fushiguro took care of them!”

“Whaddya mean, ‘took care of them’? He’s seven.” Sukuna replies disbelievingly. “Not some, like, old war hero-veteran.” 

“So am I!”

“Yeah, exactly. You better not be beating people up, either.” 

“But you beat people up.”

“Right. Because I’m a grown-up.” 

Suguru appears slightly troubled at this particular thread of logic, but thinks better of voicing his concerns. “…Right. Megumi is good to go, then?”

Ms. Nitta lifts her eyes to the ceiling, apparently quantifying the emotional turmoil of having to listen to their side conversations against that of explaining to a livid parent that the child who beat up their own (rightfully, but they wouldn’t hear that) was running free without consequence. Eventually, she settles on the latter of the two evils.

“You all can be free to leave if you promise that this won’t happen again? I’d rather avoid any more trouble, and-“

The unpleasant screech of shoes against linoleum cuts her off, and they all look with interest at the young girl standing resolutely in front of the classroom door, her shoulders heaving with the effort expended on her run over. She blows a bothersome strand of brown, chin-length hair out of her face and opens her mouth to make a resounding declaration to the room that leaves little room for argument. 

“Fushiguro didn’t do anything! He’s not even that strong! I bet I could beat him up.” 

-

“If you notice any bullying in the future, just talk to me, okay, Megumi? You can’t cancel out violence with violence, can you?”

Ms. Nitta smiles, patting him gently on the head and confirming Satoru’s suspicions that resisting the gravitational pull of that porcupine hair is next to impossible.

“No, ma’am.” Megumi mutters, embarrassed. Despite his grouchy insistence that his friends didn’t need to show up for him and he would have been fine just dealing with the consequences of his actions all on his own, Satoru can tell from the lingering softness in his gaze that he’s grateful to them for stepping in. 

The brief walk back to Megumi’s house passes mostly in silence. They wave him off at the entrance to his house, and he returns the gesture half-heartedly, offering them a rare smile before stepping inside and quietly shutting the door behind himself. Satoru grins to himself, warmth enveloping his body at the small act. 

It goes without question that they've grown attached to Megumi in the few months they've known him - it would have been hard not to, really. He's the kind of person whose kind nature melts right through the ice around his words, his occasional moments of naivety made to feel even more precious against the dark, impenetrable backdrop of his mind.

Satoru was never so fond of children, in all honesty; as a teenager, he thought them annoying, a sentiment heightened by the resentment that welled up within him whenever he caught a glimpse of a clearly well-loved child laughing in the arms of a parent, pant knees grass-stained and clothes streaked with dirt. How could their parents still want to hold them when they looked such a mess? What had they done to elicit such affection? And what had he done wrong not to? 

Satoru had always wondered if the reason that he remembered his childhood as being so lonely in spite of how many people starred in it was his ungratefulness. Maybe it really wasn't so bad. Maybe he was just a brat. There was always food on the table, after all. He was always taken care of - sometimes to the point of feeling suffocated by it. So why couldn't he stand to speak to his parents, even now? 

Children brought up uncomfortable feelings. He preferred to avoid them. 

But Megumi was tolerable. Not because of his independence, necessarily, but because of his goodness. It was clear that he didn't have it easy. But it was also clear that his struggles weren't rooted in some misdeed he'd committed. 

How could he look at this seven-year-old child and blame him for the situation he was in? How could he even think for a second that it might be his fault? 

He couldn't. 

And if he couldn't do it to Megumi, he couldn't do it to himself.

So, at his most selfish, he enjoyed being around Megumi because it healed something inside him. 

And somewhere along the way, it dissolved into the kind of warm affection he never thought he could feel for what was supposed to be some random kid. 

Such emotional vulnerability frightened him, though, especially because theirs was a bond that seemed so precarious; each unpleasant reminder that he wasn't really theirs brought a pang to his chest. They had no real connection to him, no matter how Satoru might have tried to pretend, and no matter that his teacher now believed they were his parents. He had his own life that didn't involve them, and if he decided that he didn't want them to be part of it, that it had been fun while it lasted, but he had better things to do now, then that was it.

He would rather not consider that such an event might come to fruition. And it probably won't.

That's right- Suguru won't be so rash. He won't let his mind be clouded by emotion.

Suguru will tell him he's being ridiculous. 

Satoru locks eyes with the only other person who might be able to understand the mess of emotions swirling in his chest, and immediately senses that he’s following an identical train of thought. So when Suguru speaks up, his voice soft, he isn’t particularly surprised. 

“You think it’ll always be like this?” 

Satoru wants to reply with the kind of incredulity he doesn’t feel; he wants to say that of course it will, that everything will turn out okay, that all of them will stay just like this forever. Instead, he lifts his shoulders in a helpless shrug. 

“I don’t know. I hope so.” 

They linger on the sidewalk for a second without breaking the silence that now hangs in the air between them, the spring breeze tender against their skin. And then, Suguru clears his throat, straightening up abruptly like he’s just come back to himself.

“We’re loitering.”

Satoru rolls his eyes. “Loitering is dumb. What does that even mean?” 

He lets out a breath of laughter, and Satoru’s mouth twitches into a grin at the gentle familiarity of the sound, fondness coursing through his chest. Then, a flash of movement in his peripheral vision directs his attention to the entrance of Megumi’s house, where a crack has now emerged in the doorway, and he blinks, wondering if he’s seeing things until a small head pokes through the gap and calls out to them in that characteristically monotonous tone.

“You said Tsumiki can come next time, right?”

It takes a moment for him to process Megumi’s words, but the second he does, a beam spreads over his face. He elbows Suguru in a way that comes off as more excited than smug like he intended, then looks over at him and finds himself unable to drag his eyes away from the wide-eyed relief on his face- even though it’s an expression that is almost certainly mirrored on his own. 

When he remembers that he still has yet to respond, Satoru coughs and turns away, lifting a hand to wave at Megumi, and wonders why he feels so unexpectedly sappy when he wasn’t at all worried in the first place.

“As long as it’s not another one of your behavioral conferences, sure.” 

He and Suguru exchange a fond look as Megumi rolls his eyes and shuts the door once more. 

#jjk #satosugu #crying screaming throwing up #geto suguru #gojo satoru #ao3 fanfic #coffee shop au #fanfiction #alternate universe #archive of our own #jujutsu kaisen au #jujutsu kaisen

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 16. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n: it's been years since I wrote smut my guys. I hope this is good because i loved it??? also, this shouldn't have to be said but minors DNI for the love of God. I'd have to block some people if it happens SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO lets not go there. (also if you guys ever watched POSE you'll see I was inspired by a scene from the show)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: oh boy, where to begin. SMUT, Bradley being horny ( and supportive) Bea discovering kinks, c o n s e n t is sexy.

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15

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-

They were sitting on the corner of the club, where they could have a great view of the dance floor and the bar, the colorful lights above them blinked with different shades of blues and pinks and reds, giving the club goers an ethereal glow. The music was a mix of party songs from the 80s to the late 00’s, very eclectic and very fun for everyone involved if the amount of people on the dance floor was any hint.

Beatrice sat next to Rooster, her bare leg touching his clothed one, while he had one arm behind her, the tips of his fingers touching her shoulder as she drank a Mai Tai. It was strange being the one drinking instead of giving people drinks, but she wasn’t complaining. She was having a lot of fun chatting with everyone and having Bradley so close to her.

Ever since they got into the club he hasn’t left her one second. He stood like a tall strong shadow by her side, his hand on her waist or around her shoulder leading her around so she wouldn’t get lost. She didn’t mind, she was so happy to be there and she was happy he liked her dress. He seems to like her whole outfit really, his eyes moving to her every now and again. She felt so renewed and so confident, not only did she look good but her boyfriend seemed to agree one hundred percent.

He was just nursing himself to some beer, something lighter than she’d ever seen him drink before, probably because he was driving and would like to be sober when he did go home. Coyote says something funny and they all laugh, while Beatrice adjusts herself on the seat, crossing one leg over the other to be more comfortable. 

Rooster’s eyes move to her pale thigh immediately, with his laughter diminishing to a quiet chuckle. He was thankful at how dark the area they were sitting was and the table between them, or else everyone would know how he ogled his girlfriend’s legs. But would anyone really blame him? He waited until everyone else was busy talking amongst themselves to a topic he honestly didn’t pay attention to, before leaning down to whisper on Bea’s ear, “You look so beautiful.” he murmurs, the brunette holding the thin straw close to her lips, “Didn’t think it’d be possible for you to be even more gorgeous.”

Beatrice chuckled, shivers going up and down her body over his hot breath hitting her cool skin, “Thank you.” she replied back just as quietly, “I’m glad you like it.” she took a slow sip of her cocktail. He got even closer, his chest touching her shoulder and she had to bite back her smile.

“It almost seems you were trying to get something out of me,” he whispers, his gaze roving from top to bottom a few times, “Like a reaction.”

“Is it working?” she whispered back, “Or should I try harder?”

Bradley wasn’t expecting such an emboldened response from her, but that didn’t stop the smile on his face, “You didn’t have to try at all.” the arm behind her dropped so his big hand crawled up her thigh, squeezing the flesh under the table. Beatrice squeaked, covered up by a harsh sip of her drink, “I keep saying you could wear a potato sack and look beautiful.” He leans away from her after that, but his hand remains like a known weight on her leg, his calloused thumb rubbing the side of her thigh. 

Her lips curved up in a smile, but she kept on sipping her drink, sometimes adding in to the conversation - all the while with Bradley’s huge hand on her thigh - if time allowed. The music changed its tempo and Shells gasped, “Oh I love this song! Come on Bob!” The poor officer had no time to come up with a reply, because the blonde took him by the hand onto the dance floor, disappearing between the crowd of people.

Beatrice followed Shells with her eyes until she could no longer see her, mixing her drink with the straw as she considered going there too…but later, much later. They just got there after all and if she knew Shells, she’d probably take Bob to a corner of the club to have some privacy. So she leaned back on the seat, the alcohol in her cocktail giving her a bit of a pleasant buzz, well that and the handsome pilot with his hand on her thigh.

She took the time to stare at him since he was busy chatting with the others, the lights above them giving him a bit of a blue-ish glow. Her eyes followed his profile, to his pouty lips that she loved too much, then to the sharp curve of his jaw to the little scar he had there, before dropping her gaze to his neck. He had a nice neck, it was thick and his cologne smells stronger there.

 She wanted to bite it.

 She blinks in surprise over her own thoughts, the alcohol going down the wrong hole as she coughs behind a hand, trying to keep the sound to a minimum

But of course Bradley noticed, instantly turning to face her once he heard her coughing, his eyebrows furrowed in worry, “You okay?” she nods, her coughing quieting down, fanning her face to dry the tears that formed on the corners while watching Hangman chat with two girls not too far from them…weird how one of them resembled Evelyn with the only difference being the girl’s hair was much shorter than Ev’s.

“Yeah,I’m fine.” she coughs one last time, “It went down the wrong hole, is all.” and it burned a bit too much so she couldn’t help but clear her throat one more time, “I’m okay, Roos. I swear.”

“Do you need me to get water?”

“No, no, it’s fine.” she grabbed the hand on top of her thigh,curling her fingers around his palm to reassure him. His face eased a bit, but he continued looking at her with a ‘you sure’ expression before breathing out a sigh and leaning back on the seat. She let go of his hand, so he proceeded to rub his hand up and down her thigh soothingly, but once he looked away her eyes just got back to his neck.

Yeah she could bite it alright. She never even kissed his neck before, would he be into it? She never assumed she had a thing for necks, hands maybe, but necks? That was new for her. She chews on the thin plastic straw, following the line of the tendon that connected his jaw to his collarbone. 

How was this man real? Not only real, but also hers?

Beatrice sipped her drink quietly, uncrossing her leg when it started to get uncomfortable, switching with its twin only for his hand to return to the same spot on the opposite limb. His hand repeated the stroking motions while following the flow of conversation. The sudden sound of air coming up her straw made her pause, looking at her now empty glass with a frown, she didn’t even notice she was done with it. 

She wondered if she should get another, it was very good but she didn’t really want to get too drunk to the point she wouldn’t remember her own actions. She could handle being a bit buzzed up and having more courage than normal while still being sober. So she just set the empty glass on the table and joined the conversation every now and again.

There was a moment when Halo tapped her on the arm, “Bea do you have some lip balm?” she asks quietly as the music pumps around them “My lips are very dry right now.”

Beatrice nods with a smile, already opening her clutch, “Sure! I have it right he–” those are condoms. There were condoms, not one, not two, but about ten condoms inside her clutch. She looked down at it with her eyes slowly widening, when did she– wait, she asked Shells to pick her clutch while they were going out of the Hard Deck…oh my god. She blinked with her cheeks turning red, trying to hide from both Rooster and Halo what was inside her clutch, yanking the cherry lip balm to hand it over to the female pilot.

She closed the clutch with a ‘click’, then placed her hands on top of it in fear that somehow it’d open on itself and show everyone she now had a contraceptive method inside. She sent a quick look towards Bradley who seemed to be too busy laughing about an inside joke regarding Hangman to notice her own demise, which eased her tension just a little bit. 

Halo handed back the lip balm and Bea had never put something inside a bag so quickly, still holding it shut. Even if she was a bit freaked out about it, part of her brain was happy Shells put it in there, hoping she’d put them to good use. She inhaled sharply, playing with the ends of her hair, trying to calm her brain who was too busy being horny to think of anything else.

She was getting hot, too warm and she started to feel stuffy. She should go to the bathroom and try to cool down. Beatrice licks her lips before turning her head towards Rooster, “Roos’,” he faces her once he hears his name, “I’m going to the bathroom,okay?” She is already sliding off the booth to stand up, running her hands on the skirt of her dress to pull it down a bit.

Beatrice was surprised when he stood up too, “I’ll go with you, it’s too packed with people.” he explains, offering her his hand before she could stop him. With him being so tall and broad he could easily walk through the crowd without anyone stopping him, especially with him walking a bit ahead of her. Thankfully there was no line to the bathroom, making her sigh in relief when she saw the…weird image that was supposed to represent anyone who identified as female.

Was that an ice cube? 

She shook her head, giving her boyfriend a smile, “I won’t take long.” she says, leaning up to kiss his lips, pulling back in surprise when he tried to deepen it, “Roos!”

“You look too beautiful, you can’t blame me.” he murmurs, his eyes on her mouth, “Way too beautiful.”

Her body, which was already warm, seemed to boil over with the way he was looking at her. Like he was eating her up with his eyes, “I won’t take long.” she whispered, pressing a hand to his chest, “Okay? You can wait for me at the bar if you want.”

He looked over his shoulder seeing that the bar top was not too far from the bathroom and there was one empty seat that looked right at the door. “Okay. I’ll be there then.” he waited until she disappeared behind the door to close his eyes and run his hands through his hair in exasperation. He didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to handle this, not when she looked like that and smelled so good.

He didn’t want to pressure her into anything, even if she looked like sex on legs, he just wanted her to have a good time with all of them but especially him. He liked her being a little bolder, it was a nice change of pace that affected all of him. He could feel his body reacting and decided that he better go to the bar and not stand in front of the bathrooms like an idiot.

Rooster doesn’t sit down once he gets to the bar, he just leans over the counter with his arms crossed and asks the bartender for some water. He’d have to drive home after all. He thanks the guy once he sets the water bottle in front of him, bringing it to his lips to take a sip, looking over his shoulder to the bathroom to check if she was walking out or not, but no sign of her yet.

He wouldn’t get worried, the bathrooms were right there. She’d see him and go to the bar and they’d go back to their booth to enjoy the rest of the night. 

“Hey.”

With the music lowering a little bit he could hear the female voice close to his left. He faces forward again to see a redhead sitting on one of the stools, nursing herself with a Cosmopolitan, she’s giving him a flirty smile while holding the glass up to her lips, “Hi.” he says curtly but offers her a quick smile.

“I’m Cassidy.” she says, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before.”

“It’s my first time here,” he says, not saying his name and  looking back to the bathroom just wanting for Bea to show up.

“Is it? You here alone?”

“No,I’m here with my girlfriend and friends.” He made sure to say girlfriend first, so she’d get the hint and leave him alone. He wasn’t interested, she was very pretty, but she wasn’t Beatrice. The redhead arched her eyebrows with an ‘ah’ leaving her mouth, sipping her drink but remained in the same spot.

“Girlfriend? Where is she?” she asks, making sure to look around, “Because all I see is a very handsome guy alone at a bar…and if I was her I wouldn’t leave a guy like you alone.”

He straightened himself when she leaned closer, giving them some distance, trying to remain polite, “Look, I appreciate it but I already have someone.” He says, “I’m sure you can get someone else for the night.”

“Why, you are a bit feisty aren’t you?” the woman replied, roving her eyes at his figure “I like ‘em feisty–” she couldn’t finish her sentence because a pair of arms wrapped around Rooster from behind, a very known pair of tattooed arms that he loved oh so much. Beatrice walked forwards until she was the blockage between the woman and Rooster, her eyebrows low but not showing any other type of emotion besides indifference to the redhead.

“Hi babe, did I take too long?” she asks without missing a beat, she stood a bit taller than the other woman even with her on a stool. Rooster blinked at the ‘babe’ she let out, she never called him babe and he couldn’t lie and say he disliked it. 

“Nope, not too long.”

She tilts her head to smile up at him then her face returns to it’s murderous neutral mask, “You are?” she asks the other woman, this time standing in front of him and draping his arm over her shoulder.

The redhead blinked in surprise but she didn’t seem too fazed, “I’m Cassidy…are you the girlfriend?” He didn't like how she said that. He didn’t like how there was a mock undertone when she asked if Beatrice was his girlfriend. 

“I am yeah,” his girlfriend replied, “I’m the girlfriend.” the woman, Cassidy, took a long sip of her drink, humming into the glass with her eyes still taking over the brunette that just showed up. Beatrice usually hates being looked over like that, like being analyzed thoroughly because of her body, but not tonight. “I think you should go now.” 

Cassidy scoffed a laugh, “I’m just enjoying my drink–”

“I don’t think you get it.” Beatrice cut her off, “My boyfriend probably told you he isn’t interested, which knowing him he absolutely did and you stay here. You think that by staying here you’ll make him change his mind in some way which is honestly really sad.”

Rooster’s jaw dropped at Bea’s words, but he didn’t say anything, he just enjoyed the verbal ass whopping she was giving Cassidy. The redhead on the other hand looked shocked and disgusted, “Excuse me?” and honest to God, if he wasn’t impressed with Bea before her next words absolutely took the breath out of him.

Bea’s eyes softened, “You are a beautiful woman,” she says, “You don’t need to go after guys that say that aren’t interested. I’m sure there are single guys in this club and they’d be happy to take you out on a date or just for the night.” 

The redhead stared at the other woman with wide eyes, the Cosmopolitan held up to her mouth but never got there. “I-I…” There was a sudden look of shame taking over her features and she slowly slid out of the stool, “I…you are right, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Bea smiled, but held his arm tighter against her body, “I love your dress, by the way…and your makeup. It’s really pretty.” but Cassidy, even if she was thanking Beatrice for the compliments, she felt too ashamed to stay there. So, she took her Cosmo and skittered away from the bar, leaving the two alone. Beatrice smiled softly, jumping when she felt his lips on her neck and his arms sliding around her waist. “Roos?”

He would be turned on if she defended him, he would and he had no shame in admitting it. But seeing her being kind instead? He had never seen anything like that in his life and holy shit he was not going to be able to handle himself for much longer. “You are unbelievable,” he mutters against her neck, “You can’t be fucking real, you just can’t.”

She giggled, his mustache tickling the warm skin of her neck, but she looked up to the unimpressed bartender apologetically, “Come on Roos.” she smiled, unwrapping his arms from her waist so she could lead him to a dark corner of the club. Much like that time in the mall, they were using the shadows in their favor so no one would see anything.

 He pinned her to the wall and her arms wrapped around his neck as their mouths slammed together,his hands gripping the sides of her dress around the waist, pushing her legs apart so he could press his thigh in between them. She gasped into his mouth, the sudden jolt of pleasure shooting all over her body, her hips almost moving forward to get more friction out of him. He tasted like beer and mint chewing gum, he smelled so good with his cologne and his mustache tickled her lips whenever he tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss even more.

His hand slid back down to her thigh,gripping the thick flesh with his big hand creating the red impression of his fingers on her pale skin. Rooster sucked her lower lip into his mouth, chewing the plump flesh only to earn a mewl in response, her hips moving forward again and God he’s not going to last. His pants felt unbelievably tight, he wanted her. He wanted her badly.

Take a look at me

Tell me, do you like what you see?

She looked up to the speakers where the new song was being played. Do Me! by Bell Biv DeVoe and she couldn’t help but think how fitting it was. She breathed unevenly, her eyes glazed over and unfocused before she cupped his face to lift it from her neck. 

She just stared deep into his eyes, then grabbed his hand while biting her lower lip, pulling him out of the little corner they stood to the dance floor. Not in the center, but somewhere where they could have space and privacy from their friends’ knowing eyes. She hoped he wouldn’t be upset that they stopped their kissing to go there.

Do you think you can

Do you think you can do me?

He had his eyes on her, his hands on her, his whole body was at attention because of her. He didn’t know how he managed to do anything but look at her. She was the most beautiful woman in this whole place and all he could do was follow her every move no matter what. His eyelids lowered just enough, following the movements of her hips pressed against his and his hands cupped her waist.

There was no one else, it was them and only them right there. 

Kiss me,pretty baby

Touch me all over

Girl, what makes you think you can do me?

Do you think you can do me, girl?

He presses his face to the back of her neck when she turns around, her behind grinding against his hips and he just follows her movement. He doesn’t even hold her waist anymore, he just inhales her sweet lavender scent with his eyes closed, his whole body on fire. When she reached behind his head to pull him even closer, her nails scratching his scalp he breathes out a ‘fuck’ he isn’t sure if she heard.

Do me, baby (ho ooh)

Do me, baby (Do you think you can?)

Do me,baby (do me)

Do me, baby

“Bea,” he drags his lips to her ear, hot air hitting her equally warm skin, “Bea, you have no idea what you are doing to me right now.” she pushes her back against his hips, as if there could be any space left between the two.

“I’m not doing anything to you, yet.” she replied and he stilled completely, the fine thread snapped and he wrapped his arms around her waist, his tongue and teeth touching her neck once again.

He spun her around, holding her smaller hand, while his eyes were darker than normal, “Do you want to get out of here?” That was it, the one million dollar question, the one she was thinking about the whole week. The obvious undertones in his voice, the pure raw need coming out made a shudder dart all over her body.

So she just replied how she felt, “Yes.” 

It was what he needed, his shoulders relaxing and his mouth parting, but he didn’t say anything. Instead he took the two of them to their table where the others were chatting after Bea grabbed the fallen clutch by her feet - Shells and Bob had also returned in the meantime with the officer looking a bit roughed up but extremely pleased - yanking a few notes out of his wallet and tossing on the table before anyone could tell him otherwise.

Shells sent a look to Beatrice, the smirk on the blonde’s face only growing as she lifted her drink in a ‘cheers’ watching her friend be dragged away from the club. 

Beatrice tried to keep up with Bradley, the red bottom shoes hitting the floor until they reached the sidewalk. She could only watch him trek to the parking lot, looking around trying to find his car and letting out a sound of relief when he found it. 

They reached the Bronco and Bradley stopped, his chest heaving as if he ran a marathon. He furrowed his eyebrows, then looked up to meet Bea’s eyes, “...are you sure?” he questioned quietly, “I won’t be hurt if you change your mind.”

He was asking her if she wanted to go through with this, he wanted to know if she was okay going through with this. She let out a shaky breath, feeling tears prickle up in her eyes, “I-I don’t think I’ve been so sure before.” she replies and he eases out a breath he seemed to be holding, rubbing his face with his free hand then shaking it to focus, opening the car door for her.

She was so fired up that the simple pressure of the seat against her made her whimper quietly, clenching her thighs together to the point she felt she’d cramp them. Rooster inhaled once he got inside the car, turning the ignition and driving them out of there. “My apartment is closer.” is what he said, then gritted his teeth, “Wish it was closer than it is though.” he clenched and relaxed his hands on the wheel, rolled his shoulders, even cracked his neck trying to ease some of the tension on him.

The ride seemed to take much longer than it did, the atmosphere between the two was thick, thick enough to be cut with a knife. They were both warm with nerves and want, the simple movement of their clothes on their skins enough to make their bodies react. Bradley looked up at the traffic light, the red glow mocking him, halting him to a stop. He bounced his leg anxiously, not taking his eyes away from the light, begging with everything within him that it turned green.

When it did he breathed out a ‘thank God’ knowing that it was just a few more turns until they got there. Funny thing is he doesn’t remember much after that, he just remembers pressing Beatrice to his door, kissing her inside his apartment already. It was dark, he didn’t even turn on the lights, he didn’t really care much about it to be completely honest.

He cared about dragging his hands up underneath her dress, feeling the expanse of her thigh turn onto her hip and his breathing staggered when he felt the elastic of her underwear brush the pad of his thumb. Was that lace? When he slid his hand a bit higher, she panicked for a brief second, feeling his palm reach up to touch one of the softer parts of her body. She held his wrist without thinking, breaking the kiss to look down at the floor.

“Bea…you okay?”

Her confidence faltered for a second and her eyebrows furrowed, “I…” she licked her lips, he could feel her hands trembling while holding him, “I…I don’t want to disappoint you.” she couldn’t meet his eyes. She felt terrible, being hit with so much fear and worry after having one of the best nights she had in a while.

“You’d never disappoint me.” he says quietly, but lowers his hands from her hips, “Bea, look at me.” she doesn’t and he feels her trembling get even more intense. He licks his lips, sucking in a calming breath because he knew, he knew this fear came from her ex-boyfriend telling her shit. “Gorgeous, please look at me.” she looks so scared once she lifts her eyes, she looks absolutely terrified, her chin is trembling with nervousness, “You won’t disappoint me, there’s no way in hell you’d disappoint me.” She lets out a quiet sigh, then closes her eyes with a nod, whispering such a quiet ‘okay’ he almost didn’t hear it.

So he leans down once more, kissing her forehead, then the tip of her nose, her cheekbones, her lips then going down to trace her jawline with his mouth. His hands are on her clothed waist, so he uses it to guide her through his darkened apartment, pressing gentle kisses to her skin once she removes the shoes so it’d make it easier. They walk past the couch onto the hallway that leads to his room, where he lets go of her waist to open the door, leading her inside first.

She blinks while looking around, seeing it for the very first time. Much like the rest of his apartment, it wasn’t very filled with things. There was his bed in the center of the room with dark blue sheets and extremely comfortable looking pillows, a desk in the corner with a laptop on top - next to it a pile of files with a lonely pen tossed close to them, a door that led to an ensuite bathroom and a wall closet with dark doors. 

There was a large window on the left of the bed, where she could see the moonlight trying to sneak into the room through a space on the drapes. It was a large room, very comfortable and very Rooster. “Do you like my room too? I remember you saying you liked my apartment.”

She turns to face him seeing he’s still at the door and she has gotten closer to his desk, running her fingers over the wood. He was giving her space to calm down and check her surroundings, to make sure she was safe in this room. She felt safe, she did, her wildly beating heart slowing down to a nervous beating but she was less scared than before, “Yeah, I do…” she smiles, “It’s very you.”

“Very me?” he chuckles, pushing himself from the door, “What does that mean?”

“It’s…” she pauses, inhaling with a smile, “It’s very nice, it smells nice, it’s comfortable…it reminds me of safety. That’s why it’s very you.” 

Rooster’s eyes soften, his feet stepping closer to her and he cups her chin, tilting her head up. She looks a bit more relaxed, there’s some worry shining in her eyes still but much less than it was minutes before, “Do you still want to go through with this?” she nods eagerly, “Okay, let me know if there’s anything I do that makes you uncomfortable, yeah?”

He leaned down to kiss her again, it was so soft and sweet that Beatrice felt like she was falling, his large hands slid to her waist once more where he caressed the curve of where the waist turned to hips and she sighed against his mouth. He pushed her forward a bit more, until the back of her legs touched the edge of the mattress, his lips breaking apart from hers to kiss her neck.

She gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck. She felt the tips of his fingers touching the edge of her dress, slipping under the black fabric. He pulled back to meet her eyes, asking without using words if this was okay to which she nodded, biting her lower lip. Beatrice blinks in surprise when he turns them around so he’s the one against the bed instead, lowering himself so he was seated and his eye level was right in front of her breasts. 

Those whiskey eyes of his kept looking at her while he lifted his hands even higher, once again touching the elastic band of her panties, all the while the movement pulled up the dress’ fabric to her waist. She blushed a deep red, feeling his hands contouring her curves while exposing more of her lower body. Beatrice felt like she couldn’t breathe right, even more when he rolled the fabric up to her breasts, waiting for her to remove it herself. 

She inhaled shakily, crossing her arms to pull the dress off and toss to the side. She felt a mix of emotions: she immediately wanted to cover herself up but the other part of her brain told her not to. Her hands clenched by her sides as she kept her eyes shut, only blinking them open when he placed his hands on her bare hips, pulling her to stand between his legs.

Beatrice bit her lower lip nervously, his eyes moving from her face to her chest then to the rest of her body, “...No bra?” he questioned, his voice was so hoarse, like his mouth lost all moisture when he saw her. She shakes her head negatively, the blush spreading from her cheeks to her chest.

He sucked in a breath, trying to calm himself down and not push her too hard, but God damn it she was beautiful. So fucking beautiful. He looked up at her again, making sure she could see his reactions and would be sure she’d never make him feel anything but pure adoration when it came to her. The panties were lace, lilac colored with a tiny bow in the center and flower designs on the high rise of her hips.

God he was going to die. Happily.

Rooster stood to his feet, watching her eyes follow his movement while standing in front of her. He licked his lips, “Your turn.” she looks up confusedly, “I undressed you, it’s only fair.” Beatrice felt like a lump formed on her throat when he said it, spreading his arms a bit for emphasis. She didn’t know why she was nervous, she had seen him without a shirt many times but…it was something less sensual than this, it was at a beach where others were just as less clothed than he was.

But now she was practically naked in front of him. Her face flamed up but she slowly rose her hands to unbutton his shirt, one by one the Hibiscus patterned fabric separated to show more of the skin and defined muscles of his chest, the dust of chest hair he had wasn’t as intense as she saw in some others but she liked how it connected to the patch of hair disappearing under the waistband of his jeans.

He was so…attractive. He was all hard defined muscle and she felt like she ogled him for too long, not even seeing when the shirt dropped to the floor. “Roos.” she begins, which he hums in question, “You…you are very hot.” he laughs and she’s just mesmerized at how his pectorals seem to flex when he does. He leans forward so his lips are right next to her ear, their bare chest touching, pressing a kiss right below her lobe, her smaller hands dragging down his chest until they reach his belt.

“So are you.” he replies, enjoying how goosebumps formed on her skin as she fumbled on removing his belt, the sound of the belt buckle hitting the bedroom floor followed by the sound of his fly being unzipped only made it harder for him to focus. But he had to, he wanted her to feel good with him, to not worry about anything else. His legs felt cold the moment the jeans pooled at his feet, so he kicked them aside after stepping out of them, a pile of their clothes forming by the end of the bed.  

He pressed another kiss, open mouthed, to where her jaw met her neck before his arms wrapped around her waist so he could turn them around. She whimpered his name, then once more in a questioning tone when he just lowered himself so his hands were at the back of her knees. In a quick movement he picked her up so her legs wrapped around his waist, a surprised shriek leaving her lips as he chuckled, using the momentum to lower her down on his bed.

He pushed her forward a bit on the mattress, so she’d get comfortable only to stand above her with a pleased smile on his face. Beatrice dragged her eyes down his torso to his lower body and she could see the dark briefs low on his hips and the bulge that was impressive. Very impressive. “Comfortable?” he asks above her, to which she nods with a little smile. “Good…again, let me know if anything makes you upset.”

He straddled her hips so he could tower over her body on his knees and Beatrice felt like hiding herself again, but she chose to hold onto the sheets instead. Bradley’s eyes moved languidly over her body, stopping at her breasts “You have…amazing breasts.” he says, watching them move with the rise and fall of her breathing, mesmerized. 

He licked his lips the longer he looked,but decided to lower his face to hers, kissing her. Beatrice hummed against his mouth, her hands cupping his cheeks, her thighs clenching together when he deepened the kiss. She couldn’t help but whine displeased when he breaks away, pressing a trail of open mouthed kisses starting from her neck and going down to her collar bone, looking up at her to find out she was already staring down at him.

Bradley smiled against her skin, dragging his lips down to the valley of her breasts, her ribs expanding with a sudden gasp. He continued the eye contact, moving his mouth upwards to her right breast, “Okay?” he questioned right above her right nipple, the hot air making her whimper but she nodded at him, her legs still clenched together to have some relief, but he lowered his hips to lock against hers, keeping her legs open.

He could feel a bead of sweat sliding down his temple, then dropping from the tip of his nose to her chest. She slapped the back of her hand over her mouth when he lowered his own to her breast, failing to hold back her surprised yelp. While he was busy making sure her right breast got enough attention, one of his hands stopped supporting his weight so he could run it to the side of her body.

She gasped, whimpering his name behind her hand, feeling his fingertips trail down to the elastic band of her underwear. His teeth and tongue were making it harder for her to come out with something other than quiet mewling, her cheeks turning such a bright red that she looked like a ripe tomato. Bradley let go of her breast with a soft wet ‘pop’, smiling down at her, “Still good?” she nods quickly, inhaling sharply when she felt two of his fingers tracing the outline of her lips through her underwear, “Do you want me to stop?”

“N-No…”

“You sure?” he asks and his smile only widens when she whimpers positively, “Has anyone ever eaten you out before?” her eyes snap wide open and after a few seconds she shakes her head negatively. Rooster licks his lips, still running his fingers on her underwear, “Can I?”

“...yeah.” she says softly, her breast cold because of his saliva all over it, watching through a heavy lidded gaze as he straightened himself above her. He slid out of the bed to kneel down on the floor, pulling her hips towards him with a quick movement,her legs open and dangling over the edge of the mattress. He was face to face with her dampened panties, those were very cute panties, curling his thumbs underneath the elastic to pull them down her legs.

Beatrice doesn’t know what to do, she’s currently looking at his bedroom’s ceiling, her body shuddering with nerves as he places both of her thighs over his shoulders. She feels his hot breath hit her and she can’t even make a sound, just the feeling of his mouth touching her almost makes her tip over the edge right there, “Holy sh–” she bites the back of her hand, trying hard to control herself the best she could, “O-Oh my God…Brad..!” she doesn’t know if he can hear her because of her hand, but he just moves closer.

It’s such a strange yet unbelievably good feeling, she heaves out a breath, her eyes fluttering shut when she feels his tongue enter her, his mustache brushing against her in a way that seemed to double the amount of pleasure. Beatrice tossed her head back, her hand falling on her side as a loud moan escaped her lips, suddenly feeling him move up to give her clit some attention, rolling the little bundle of nerves between his lips. 

She whimpered again, panting heavily as she felt a known pressure forming, “B-Brad, oh God–” she couldn’t even complete her sentence, a breathless moan leaving her lips when she felt one of his fingers brushing against her entrance. She wouldn’t be able to last much longer like this. Now he had his finger and his mouth pleasing her, she could feel him moving his finger slowly inside of her letting out a pleased noise when she clenched around it.

Her unfocused eyes were not looking at his bedroom door since her head tossed back with satisfaction, tears forming by the corners and sliding down her temples only to wet the mattress. Her hands stopped clenching the sheets to come up to his head, her fingers combing through his sandy tresses, pressing his face closer to her, “Brad, please– I-I can’t!!”

It was the one sharp tug on his hair that broke the dam, the groan he let out vibrated all through her body and her eyes snapped open. Her legs clenched around his head and her back arched as her orgasm hit with full force,moaning brokenly but quietly, more tears coming out of her eyes. Her trembling hands slowly let go of his hair, her legs only remained around him because he kept them up but she felt like her body turned into jelly, getting soft and pleasantly spent. Beatrice’s lips parted as she panted loudly, her center clenching at nothing when he dropped her legs from his shoulders, his lips pressing more kisses to her heated skin until he reached her face once more.

She could barely see him through the blur of her tears, but she leaned up to kiss him the moment he got there. She didn’t care he just ate her out, she didn’t care he had her release all over his mouth. “God that was so good.” she whispered against his lips, moaning when he dipped his tongue into her mouth and she could taste herself. That was painfully hot, more than she ever thought it’d be.

“You are so good.” he replied, “Fucking delicious thing you are.” he didn’t want to tell her, but he was glad no one ever eaten her out before and that he was able to give her a good first time with it. “Could be between your legs for hours.” he says, enjoying how she giggled against his lips wrapping her arm around his neck, bringing his chest closer to hers. She whimpered, feeling there was no longer anything separating the two since his briefs were removed while she was still coming down from her orgasm.

He hovered above her with a smile, then he frowned, “Shit, hold on.” he quickly stood to his feet, which made Beatrice blink in surprise and push herself to her elbows, watching him rummage through his desk drawers then through his closet…all the while gazing at his bare ass without remorse, “God damn it, I thought I had some, they must be somewhere.”

Realization hits her and she looks back to the bedroom door, where she left her clutch on the floor somewhere, “Um, there’s some in my clutch.” some, yeah, some. “I-If you want.” he didn’t even hesitate, rushing out of the room with his feet thudding on the floor until he let out a shout of triumph, the click of the latch sounding louder before he rushed back inside the room.

“Got it,” he smiles, not trying to hide how his chest puffed up when her eyes lowered down his torso “See something you like?”

“I see a lot of things I like.” she replies, giving him a soft smile. He wasn’t massive to the point where it’d hurt her, but he wasn’t small either, clearly bigger than Eric ever was to be completely honest. She falls back on the bed as he rips the little packet open and gets prepped up, giving himself a couple of pumps just to get himself going even more. She smiled when he hovered over her again and she pushed herself to the center of the bed to give him more space.

Bradley licks his lips, looking down between them then back up at her, “You okay with me being on top?”

“I’m more than okay.” she says breathily, “I’m ready, Brad.” 

He sucks in a breath, keeping his eyes on her at all times before one of his hands disappears between the two, where he aligns himself to her entrance. She gasps, her eyebrows furrowing when he slowly pushes inside, the stretch burning yet making her see stars behind her eyelids when she closes her eyes. Her nails immediately go to his back where she digs them on his shoulder blades, creating crescent shapes on his skin. He drops his head to her shoulder, breathing heavily as soon as he bottoms inside of her, “Holy fuck you are tight.” he heaves out, “Holy fucking shit you are so tight.” She whimpers softly, but she has a little smile on her face.

“Brad…please…” Her soft voice on his ear almost makes him snap out of consciousness,but he pushes himself to his elbows so he could see her face as he moves. It’s slow at first, just enough for the two of them to get used to each other and he couldn’t help but stare at her flushed face, her half lidded eyes and red stained lips parted in silent gasps, some were whispers of his name that she repeated like a mantra. 

She couldn’t even explain how much she’s feeling, she was still sensitive from her previous orgasm, her whole body felt like it was on fire and he looked so beautiful on top of her. With his hair messed up and his face flushed, his own eyes seemed to be focused on her only and nothing else, “God…Bea…” he breathes out, groaning deeply in hi chest when she moves her hips to meet his, “Fuck…holy shit. Do you have…any idea how fucking sexy you are?”

Beatrice looks up at him with her eyes still half lidded but she makes a noise of questioning, “You are so sexy, when I saw you wearing that dress I had to control myself to not yank it up and fuck you in some corner of the bar. Would hate for that to be our first time together.” she blushed over his words, but her channel clenched around him, clearly liking the idea, “Oh you like that, do you? You like the idea of me bending you over?” another clench and a whimper leaves her mouth, “Fucking you hard? Is that what you want?”

“B-Brad!” his hips pick up the speed, and she tosses her head back in a moan, gasping when he leans down to bite her neck and lick the freshly made bruise. One of his hands drops down towards her ass, giving it a firm clench that yet again earned a pleased response out of her. He panted above her, but he smiled with a wicked idea appearing in his head: he gave her a quick little tap, not enough to be a spanking especially because he didn’t want to upset her, on her left buttcheek.

Beatrice’s moans got louder and she squeezed her thighs around his waist. It was just a love tap, but she definitely had a positive response to it. “Looks like we are figuring some of your kinks out Bea,” he mutters to her ear, enjoying how she clenched her eyes at a specific thrust, “You like being bent over, apparently you like being spanked too,” she breathed out his name yet again, “You like dirty talk don’t you?”

She nods without even noticing she did, her breathing hot and heavy on his shoulder. Bradley couldn’t even believe it, just finding out what Beatrice liked was giving him more power to go on, just imagining that what the future held for the two of them bed-wise was making his hips go faster. The bed frame started to shake with how intense their love-making was getting, but if there was one thing he didn’t care right now was to check if he’d need a new bed or not.

“Br-Brad…” God, whenever she said his name he just went crazy. “Brad, please…” her moans get choppy when his hips speed up and the sound of skin against skin echoes around them, mixing with their moaning and groaning. Bradley wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face on her neck when his thrusts intensified, enjoying the sudden crack in her voice when he hit that special spot inside of her. She wraps her arms around his neck, both of her hands going up to his hair, his hips stuttered for a second and she couldn’t help the pleased grin on her face when he let out a loud groan. She opened her eyes just enough to see the muscle of his shoulder right in front of her eyes.

Bite it. a voice inside of her said, Bite it. She felt the pressure forming inside of her again, her moaning getting louder “B-Brad, I’m cl-close! I’m close!” 

“Fuck me too,gorgeous, me too.” he mutters against her neck. It’s one particular deep thrust that tips her over the edge, her breath hitching and her back arching like a bow as she lets out a broken moan with her whole body shuddering before she actually leans over his trapezius muscle and bites him like she wanted to the whole night with her nails dropping from his head to go down his upper back.

Bradley wasn’t expecting it, his hips stuttered once again and he groaned loudly, tightening his grip on her waist with his hips jolting forward repeatedly as he too reached the ending point of his own line. He huffed out against her neck, both of their hips still moving and spasming with aftershocks, their heavy breathing being the only thing they could hear inside the room as they slowly came down from their high.

Beatrice pulled back to see her teeth imprinted perfectly on his skin, “Oh no!Oh my God Brad!I’m so sorry!” she tried soothing the bruise with a hand, as if she hoped it’d go away if she did enough. He made a confused noise, lifting his head from her shoulder, his mustache and hair a complete mess, looking to where she was rubbing. She didn’t draw blood, thank God, but it was deep enough it’d turn purple.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice slurred, still drunk over the amazing orgasm he just had.

“I hurt you, I’m so sorry. D-Do you have any band-aids? Should I get some antiseptic?” she rambled while he just looked down at her with his eyes regaining their focus,a chuckle making its way out of his throat.

“Hmmm, don’t worry about it gorgeous.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to her lips, then another when she juts out her lower lip in displeasure, “Stop being cute, let me at least have a five minutes pause.” he says against her lips, loving when she took a moment to understand what he meant then laughed at him. He pulled back from her mouth to press their foreheads together, their noses smushing just a little bit, “You okay?” 

“I am more than okay.” she smiles brilliantly, her eyes shining with tears she didn’t dare to shed, “It was great, Brad.”

“Yeah, it really was…” he looked deeply into her eyes for a while, an unreadable gaze over his brown eyes, then pecked her lips one more time before he started to untangle himself from around her, “Let me just get rid of this yeah?” he says, sliding out of the bed and pressing a soft kiss to her thigh, walking bare feet to his bathroom.

In the meantime, Beatrice rolled to her side, deliciously spent and deliciously sore in the right places, watching him disappear into his bathroom with a little smile, supporting her cheek on her stretched arm. She heard the sound of his trash can opening and closing, then him washing his hands, smiling wider when he turned off the lights and walked back into the room. 

His smile never falters when he gets closer, crawling over her to press a trail of kisses from her shoulder to her neck, rubbing his mustache against her skin so she could laugh. He hummed happily, her lavender scent was no longer only on her body it was now on his sheets that he’d have a very hard time bringing himself to wash - well that scent and the other obvious one that is. He continues kissing her neck, but stops when the sudden sound of thunder makes itself known from the outside, the moon was now gone and the sky turned a deep blue.

“Hmmm…” he rubbed his face on her neck, “Looks like you’ll have to spend the night. Can’t go home in this rain.” 

Beatrice smiles softly, looking back at him, “You wouldn’t mind?” she questioned when he held his head above hers. His lips were still flushed a deeper pink from the constant kissing but the corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk.

“Nope,”  he replied just as the soft sound of rain was hitting the window “Wouldn’t mind at all.” 

They looked at each other for a little while longer, Beatrice’s hand coming up to caress the side of his face and after much time denying himself, he leaned into her touch, closing his eyes with a pleased smile. She rubbed the pad of her thumb on his cheekbone, smiling softly at him “...okay.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

[aimeramie]

I know there's an expectation that once the war reaches its resolution ochako will be the one to confess her feelings to izuku first, but I am kind of partial to the idea of hori subverting that expectation by having izuku beat ochako to it.

of course ochako's part of the story can't conclude until she tells izuku how she feels about him and does so with her whole face...

(page 13 of chapter 394)

(so far she has only told toga that she loves izuku and her face is covered and she is not smiling, page 7 of chapter 394)

(the smile is important because that is what ochako is jealous of, page 14 of chapter 393)

...but ochako does not necessarily have to be the one to speak her feelings first.

she just needs to speak them. to izuku.

izuku could tell her first, ask her out first.

I think that would be a nice change of pace in their relationship, and he was the first one to be interested in her, after all. sure, his contributions to their narrative are somewhat lacking, but I think that holds true for all of izuku's relationships (to varying degrees of severity).

(we should be getting izuku's thoughts again soon, I hope. once his fight with shigaraki is allowed to finally start. I am still waiting for some kind of reaction to bakugou's apology...)

lacking does not = nonexistent though!

and there are a lot of sweet moments that indicate how he feels about her like these two (a couple of my favorites):

(left: page 12 of chapter 175, right: page 14 of chapter 242)

why is he thanking yaomomo in his thoughts while remembering how cute ochako looked? 😆 why is he sweating so much over mochi? 😆

p.s. it would be really cute if he kept that mochi like she kept the all might keychain...

anyway!

izuku and ochako were already on the same wavelength with their feelings about toga and shigaraki...

(page 15 of chapter 342)

I can see them already being on the same page with their feelings about each other too even if izuku hasn't fully realized his own yet (perhaps toga's confession will make izuku consider whose boyfriend he would like to be, whose hand he would like to hold, and who he wants to split a crepe with...)

(page 3 of chapter 348, she's so cute vibrating in that panel btw 😂 she wants what he's describing)

plus, izuku finally having enough confidence in himself to ask ochako out? nice!

plus p.2, I think it would be cute if he catches her by surprise again 🥰

(page 13 of chapter 342)

she didn't see it coming at all~

#whatever happens i think it will be a happy moment for both of them. #a happy moment with smiles and tears. #i just think they're cute. very compatible. good chemistry. #a comfortable relationship. one that is easy and safe. one where they can confide in each other. stand by each other. #they have that kind of relationship and i love it. doesn't have to be romantic but they would make a great couple :) #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #izuocha

[aph-mable]

Superphantom: The Ghost King, three hunters, and an Angel.

Eros_Creature17

Chapter 4: When Time strikes, Death waits.

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Danny stayed frozen still as the Angel glared at him while he was still being cuddled by a sleeping Sam.

Cas sighed out knowing that the conversation might be difficult to discuss in this current moment but it was the only time they will have.

With a snap of his fingers both Danny and Cas were teleported into the Impala back seats, making Danny start frantically moving around.

Once the teen had calmed down Cas started to talk again, which hurts Danny's head as he could hear both voices at the same time.

"I need to know who your guardian is, this could mean the matter of life or death for you".

Danny barely raised an eyebrow, was that a threat or a warning.

Cas noticed the teen's reaction and was quickly trying to make himself clear.

" Look, you have been badly injured from the ghost attacking you and even though I tried I can not heal your body. Which is bad but also means that you have a guardian who has taken the main authority overhealing you, and if I don't get their permission I can't help you even when you really need it as you do right now".

Danny finally understood what the angel guy was talking about, but it was a bit hard to explain since Danny is both in a unique position with the 'guardian' thing and because he can't talk in his human form.

He decided that the angel should at least know since he was going to be the last one who would even try to shoot at Danny, including since he didn't even have a gun on him.

Danny tried his hardest to warn the Angel ahead since he knew that most freak out when they first see his ghostly form, but it needed to be done, plus if he showed the crown it might give a hint that he's a bit of authority which could lead to a better outcome.

Danny waited for a moment to see if the Angel beside him even understood what he was trying to say, but when he only got a confused frown Danny knew he just had to go for it.

In a flash of dull white two rings in circle Danny's body and changed his form.

The Angel's eyes grew wide as Danny turned from a scared pale skin 14-year-old, with black hair and piercing blue eyes, and into a young teen with snow-white hair, darkened skinned with earthy green freckles, neon green eyes, and a flaming crown that spun slowly around Danny's head.

The moment Danny finished transforming he looked back over at the Angel, and......

Danny had to try so hard to hold in his laughter and keep things on track, but he just couldn't help grin as his laugh stifled out.

The Angel was backing up to the other side of the seat, wings fully fluffed out as he looked like he was going to nearly yell from the shock he had from seeing Danny.

Danny chuckled for nearly a minute before finally talking to the scared man next to him.

"Okay since I got my voice back but I don't know how long I should keep in this form. I'll make things quick, first off I'm not a threat to humanity and in fact saved it a few times, secondly yes this is a real crown".

Danny stared at the angel to make sure he was listing which he was, he was also trying to open the door but kept missing the handle.

"As for my 'guardian' situation, it is complicated since technically in the middle of an ongoing custody argument, from what I can tell right now C.W and long Nose is working out different times or seniors they have guardian authority over me if that makes sense?".

All the angel did was shake his head but was too frightened to say a thing.

"Well since your questions are now over I'll be turning back to my human form, oh and one more thing"

Danny smiled his sweetest smile he could as he floated off the seat,

"I can promise you no matter what I will not harm your humans, I know what it means to lose the one you care about and I don't ever want to do that to you".

With that, Danny turned back into his human body which was a little more healed up now.

It took a few moments for Angel guy to calm down but he understands now, Danny wasn't a threat to him or his human family.

Both reentered the house through the front door, Danny made sure it was locked again as he went over and grabbed his locked journal, as he did so he saw Sam was just waking up.

Mr. Sasquatch freaked a tiny bit when he saw Danny wasn't in his arms and let out a relieved sigh when he noticed Danny was standing beside him.

" whew kid you scared me, I thought you had disappeared again".

Danny watched as the tall lumbering man stood up from the couch and was heading towards the kitchen, "want anything to eat? I think Bobby has down cereal and milk left".

Danny smiled and followed behind, even though it's been only a few days he really hopes that the angel will let him stay and not tell the others, at least not yet.

Danny wants to tell them when he's ready to and only told the angel so he knew Daniel wasn't a threat to him or the kind people around him.

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~Cas's pov~

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Castile looked up at the ceiling while laying in the uneven bed.

He still didn't really understand the meaning of sleep but he stayed since it meant Dean would cuddle him.

Last night he had to put a blessing to make sure no one could hear them and the power was now slowly fading away as dawn kept into the darkened glass.

Cas waited till he knew Dean wouldn't notice he had gotten up before leaving the bed, once up he quickly put on his clothing but 'mistakenly' had put on Dean's shirt.

Oh well he didn't have a lot of time to question Danny before Dean or anyone else woke up and it was a needed discussion between just the two of them.

Cas made sure to make no sound as he moved around the creaking house and made his way over to Sam who was snoring away like usual but with the small black-haired boy tucked into his arms almost like a cat would to keep warm.

As Cas waited he saw a faint glow of fire above the boy's head when he first saw Danny he almost mistook him for a demon or a benevolent spirit that had taken passion over the kid's frail body, but now it could be that his guardian has been using him as a vessel.

Cas had witnessed it before, a powerful guardian uses their ward as a body in a time of need or convince.

He waited till Danny woke up which had startled the boy, Cas wanted to apologize since it was a bit of a habit but there wasn't much time.

Once Danny was no longer cuddling up to Sam, Cas teleported them into the back seat of 'baby'.

"I need to know who your guardian is, this could mean the matter of life or death for you".

Cas looked at Danny to make sure he was listing and waited for a response, basically forgetting for a moment that Danny had bandages around his neck and wasn't even supposed to be talking, but after some silence, he realized his mistake and had to remind himself that people don't heal as quickly as angels.

When the only response he had gotten from the teen was a raised eyebrow Castile tried to make himself more clear.

" Look, you have been badly injured from the ghost attacking you and even though I tried I can not heal your body. Which is bad but also means that you have a guardian who has taken the main authority over you, and if I don't get their permission I can't help you even when you really need it as you do right now".

After the blurb of info stopped he noticed Danny was trying to communicate by other means but he wasn't understanding him at all.

Danny sighed and was thinking to himself for quite some time, and in an instant looked over at Cas with a different look in his eyes.

Before Castile could even react to the change the boy in front of him transformed in a flash of dull white, which made him quickly move to the opposite side of the seat near the car door.

What was in front of him he couldn't understand, where once there was a small pale boy with black as night hair and bandages was gone, he was replaced by a being that glowed with neon green vines, hair white as snow, a black and white bodysuit, and a flaming crown.

This creature that was using the boy's body and pulsed with the energy to fill the cosmos looked at him with vacant green eyes and chuckled at his fear.

What spoke to Cas wasn't anything human, his voice softly echoed as sensation kept into the car, it felt like he was trapped in a frozen wasteland with this thing as it spoke nonsense.

"Okay since I got my voice back but I don't know how long I should keep in this form. I'll make things quick, first off I'm not a threat to humanity and in fact saved it a few times, secondly yes this is a real crown".

Why would he care if the crown was real or not?

Was he always in control and is using Danny's body as a meat suit or was it just at random?

And how could this powerful being not be a threat to humanity, but there was no way to fight it.

Castile kept on trying to find the car handle so if things got bad he could leave, but his hand kept missing as the inhuman being kept on talking.

"As for my 'guardian' situation, it is complicated since technically in the middle of an ongoing custody argument, from what I can tell right now C.W and long Nose is working out different times or seniors they have guardian authority over me if that makes sense?".

All Cas could do was shake his head no, none of this was making sense unless...

Those were obviously code names, but what would C. W and long nose or more of who are they.

Was it possible that Danny was part if some three-way share holds between these powerful creatures, where they are taking turns on using the teen's body?

No that wouldn't make sense since any powerful being would ever share a body vessel, but Cas needed to get to the bottom of this.

Cas's mind was going in every direction trying to figure out what was even going on the creature talked again.

"Well since your questions are now over I'll be turning back to my human form, oh and one more thing",

Cas didn't like the sounds of that, what was he going to threaten Castile with.

He saw the ethereal being smile much more softly at Cas.

"I can promise you no matter what I will not harm your humans, I know what it means to lose the one you care about and I don't ever want to do that to you".

Oh great at least this one was making a promise not to harm his humans which was at least good!

That just left him and the rest of humanity to be possible targets!

With those last passing words the powerful immortal being lost possession over the boy's body and let him drop to the soft leather seat, Cas didn't even realize that Danny even floated up from it till now.

Both went inside, Castile needed to start thinking of a plan or at least get some information on whatever has control over Danny's body, he needed to act promptly for the sake of humanity.

Wait, should he tell the others?

Cas shook his head no, he didn't want to risk them and as long as Danny was close by that thing could take control over again, and if Castile himself couldn't even know what the creature is he doubts the hunters would know.

It would be safer this way, and he needed, WANTED, to keep Dean safe, he couldn't risk losing him again.

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~Danny's pov/ time skip~

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It had been nearly a week and a half now, and whatever the Winchester's and Bobby were trying to find was obviously not around anymore.

A few times Danny tried to see what they were trying to hunt but that always stopped him before Danny could get too close to even seeing the pictures Bobby had taken.

By now Danny had gained his voice back for his human form or more of he did on the second day but kept quiet till the end of the week so as not to scare anyone.

Danny noticed Cas -he finally heard what the angel guys name was after he finally heard someone say it-, was acting a little standoffish since there 'talk' but Danny wasn't going to complain about it.

Now that Danny had his voice back he had to try really hard not to say thing under his breath just in case anyone was listening.

During the days he was left alone he would update his notebook about what he read on spirits from Bobby's library since it seemed pretty useful.

Danny was talking to himself as he was rereading some entrees and updating them, Danny wasn't paying much attention around himself as he did so.

"Okay so I know now that I've been classifying some of these wrong, echos are at the bottom of the power chain, most spirits are actually unable to float or cause much damage, and a few are attached to their items".

Danny shivered as he thought back to both the ring lady and the dragon ghost, both had similar get-up but difference in power level.

Danny smiled at his new chart, feeling a little happy that he finally had some pieces fit more together.

" huh who knew the box ghost was more powerful than a lady in a nightgown".

As Danny finished up he closed up his notebook and was about to lock it back up when he was suddenly held by the scruff of his plaid shirt by Dean, who looked almost unimpressed but Danny knew he was going to give a lecturer again.

He waited for Dean but instead, he took Danny's notebook, letting him fall back onto the couch as he started to read through it.

The only thing Danny was relieved about is that when he mentioned himself in the book he didn't use his actual name but his nickname Phantom so it would be way harder to figure out who it was if something like this would happen.

Danny waited for about five minutes, five minutes of Dean just moving around the room and soon sitting across from Danny as he handed it over to Sam.

He looked at Dean's face who was actually smiling, not the happy go lucky smile, the smile of 'I just found something that I would have liked to know twenty years ago'.

Dean moved forward to grab his drink and sit back, still looking at Danny with the smile.

"Well kid, from the looks of it you have some explaining to do, I mean it's one thing to have weapons that are very obviously homemade but professionally, and another to have a complete book about, what was it, oh yeah a ghostly dimension, mapped out and all".

Danny swallowed hard, this was going to be hard to explain, including since he wasn't sure if Dean had read through all of it or just skimmed it.

Danny was about to speak until Dean put up one finger.

" but before you say anything I want you to answer the main questions that I have, one of which is how the hell you got all this information in the first place".

Daniel sighed, he knew this was going to be fun.

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End of chapter 4

#danny phantom #long reads #autistic writer #dyslexia #dean x castiel #multiple chapters #supernatural #superphantom #dp crossover

[teanshan]

Hi, this was inspired by the "top 5 anything" post :)

Top 5 scenes you enjoyed writing in INAP so far and why (and if you want/please also the top 5 hardest scenes to write).

Bless your work 🖤🧡

hi! thanks for asking! ok for those who don't know, INAP is my ongoing tianshan fic on AO3 titled I'm Not A Prostitute. tbh sometimes i regret the title, bc prostitute is a pretty outdated term. but it still is constantly the most relevant name for my fic as its the biggest overarching conflict in the story.

Anyway! these are in no particular order:

top 5 enjoyed writing

1. Chapter 9 "Bath Time" - this entire fic can definitely be divided into two; BBT (Before Bath Time) and ABT (After Bath Time). Its the first major turning point in the fic. BBT chapters were all fun sex scenes with dashes of development. But then in Bath Time, everything completely changed for Red. he admitted to himself that he loved He Tian, and even though this is a He Tian pov chapter, that feeling shift in red is definitely conveyed. it also had great insight in he tian's messed up backstory, the cold mother, not knowing how to comfort, the overwhelming anxiety to stop red from feeling this loving way towards him. plus the sex scene was hot.

2. chapter 11 "Body Shots" - my toxic trait is that i love writing/reading drunk makeout scenes.

3. chapter 19 "The Hotel Room pt 2" - ahhhhh now this one!!!! it was brutal to write but i felt so much satisfaction when i was finally able to write he tian saying "i love you" to red for the first time. i built up this chapter and the ones prior, that red was going to say it, he was going to say it first and it wasn't going to end well bc on the opposite end, he tian was going to end things with red. so i absolutely loved reading everyone's reactions to finding out it was he tian who said it first. regarding the sex scene, i had been saving the ceiling mirror and the lying reverse cowgirl position for a special occasion.

4. chapter 6 "in the kitchen" - the relationship development in this was really fun. he's been spending too much time w he tian, sleeping over often and his mother is worried about his studies. meanwhile he tian is a horndog and wants to fuck in the kitchen. very fun!

5. chapter 14 "the phone call" - hot hot hot just straight up hot.

top 5 difficult chapters

1. chapter 4 "The Video" - when i first started inap, my plan was to only write from Red's pov. but when i got to chapter 4, it was so long ago, but i think i was A) bored of it and B) felt trapped by the single pov. i really wanted to start showing how he tians feelings were developing internally, and you can't do that from Red's pov. so i remember literally having half of the chapter complete and making the difficult decision to scrap it all! ultimately it was the best decision i ever made for the fic bc i thoroughly enjoy writing he tian's pov, and commenters sometimes praise how seeing their different povs for the same scenes really adds layers to the whole story.

2. chapter 22 "coffee & conversations" - ooooh chapter name spoiler~~ its the chapter I'm still working on. i mean it has taken me ehem…over a year to write so….yeah. but it's getting there i swear, I'm hoping end of jan early feb so stay tuned. the difficulty is obviously in the title...CONVERSATIONS!!! GOD I HATE DIALOGUE!!!! ESPECIALLY MEANINGFUL AND IMPORTANT DIALOGUE!!

3. chapter 21 "the hospital" - once again dialogue, well, really its he tian's monologue. I had all of these reasons for why he tian is the way he is that i finally wanted to reveal, but it was difficult to order them, to make it flow nicely between the topics in an orderly manner. this one basically took just under a year to write.

4. chapter 12 "parked" - this was a heavy dialogue chapter and you know how i feel about dialogue. but more importantly, the dialogue had to find the right balance of them returning to the norm, but also have them enter the next stage of their relationship. all sex scenes after this feel pretty meaningful? and its all because of this chapter.

5. chapter 20 "A night out" - it was difficult to figure out how…dark i wanted to go. bc my initial plans went a lot further and when it finally came time to writing it, i kept pulling back. tough stuff.

#inap #tianshan #my tianshan post

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, August 13- Monday August 14

Ethan: Brilliant! Now isn't this more fun than kicking my ass? Giles: No. Ethan: Oh. It's more fun for me.

~~A New Man~~

The Sunnydale Herald is looking for at least one new editor. Contributing to the Herald is a great way to get your Buffy on! Find out more here.

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Scarlet Women (Drusilla/Jenny, E) by The_Eclectic_Bookworm

Sharing is Fun! (Buffy/Spike/Faith, E) by MaggieLaFey

Being a vampire slayer isn't easy (Buffy, Giles, G) by smoltimidturtle

Five Times Buffy Fell Asleep on Spike's Watch, Plus One Time They Look Forward To It (Buffy/Spike, T) by acekoomboom

Let Yourself Free (Buffy/Faith, E) by Val_Creative

That Little Lilac Number (Willow, Spike, G) by acekoomboom

It Just Feels Right: (Buffy/Pike, E) by buffyslayer81

untitled (Crossover with Supernatural, G) by tigriswolf

That Same Slayer (Buffy/Spike, G) by acekoomboom

Silver and Green (Buffy/Spike, T) by acekoomboom

It's But A Flash Of Fire (Buffy/Spike, G) by acekoomboom

Just Be Buffy (Buffy/Spike, 13+) by Zab Jade

The Ghost (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by myrabeth

Can you hold hope for me? (Buffy/Spike, PG) by Desicat

Wreck My Memory (Buffy/Spike, R) by Desicat

[Chaptered Fiction]

Harmony's Secret Sister, Part 1 (Harmony, NR) by Illyrian

we live our lives like we're ready to die, Chapter 1 (Crossover with Danny Phantom, T) by UnderForeversGrace

Into the Void: Starfleet Academy, Chapter 1 (Multiple crossings, T) by BrennaLynn

Gemini, Chapter 16 (Buffy/Angel, T) by BuildMeUpButtercup-x

The Plunge, Chapter 14 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Harlow Turner

More Found Family Ties, Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, G) by Julikobold

Spiderwebs, Chapter 35 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Willow25

Oh The Sights You'll See, Chapter 23 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Melme1325

The Witch's Gift, Chapter 22 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by RavenLove12

Blackout, Chapter 68 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by bewildered

I've Got Soul (But I'm Not A Soldier), Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by almondcat

A Place in the Sun, Chapter 25 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by honeygirl51885

Infiltre, Chapter 11 (French language, PG) by Miss Kitty

Written in the Dust, Chapter 24 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Indi_Shaw

Bloom, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by ashcrashed

Misc season 7 ficlets - short, sweet and cheesy, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, R) by slaymesoftly

Online Translation, Chapter 11 (Crossover with Stargate, FR18) by LilNEzumi

Orochi-Slayer, Chapter 1 (Crossover with Naruto, FR18) by Slayergray

Ramblings of a 'attention... ohh shiny' mind, Chapter 14 (Multiple crossings, FR18) by KevinM

Corporate Holidays, Chapter 3 (Multiple crossings, FR18) by dogbertcarroll

Cross Purposes 4, Chapter 10 (Multiple crossings, FR13) by DianeCastle

We're Going to be Friends, Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, R) by scratchmeout

Anything We Want, Part 2, Chapter 8 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by scratchmeout

where the shadow ends, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, R) by disco-tea

Those 2 again, Chapter 40 (Buffy/Spike, G) by Julikobold

Because I could not stop death, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Desicat

Dream, Chapter 44 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Dusty

College Is Awesome!, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Grief Counseling

Encased in Sunshine, Chapter 22 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Acb6293

Swipe Right to Connect, Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by ashcrashed

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Asks about my OTPs

Pick your top 10 OTPs without reading the questions, then answer the questions after you've made your list

Elizabeth and Darcy (Pride and Prejudice)

Belle and Beast (Beauty and the Beast 1991)

Anne and Wentworth (Persuasion)

Chuck and Sarah (Chuck)

Killian and Emma (Once Upon a Time)

Peeta and Katniss (The Hunger Games)

Stede and Ed (Our Flag Means Death)

Catherine and Henry (Northanger Abbey)

Snow and David (Once Upon a Time)

Leslie and Ben (Parks and Recreation)

Now here are the questions and answers!

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6? – Probably some time during the second book, when they really become a team protecting and comforting each other.

2. Have you ever read a fanfic about 2? – Haha yes, and written many!

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr screen saver? – Nope!

4. If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be? – They kind of are broken up? It's devastating, but I hope season 2 will fix it!

5. Why is 1 so important? – Because they got me into the entire Jane Austen universe, which is one of my main interests and hobbies now.

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship? – Mostly serious, but they have their funny moments.

7. Out of all the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry? – Elizabeth and Darcy or Chuck and Sarah.

8. Out of all your ships listed, which ship has the strongest bond? – Probably Peeta and Katniss since they went through such intense trauma together.

9. How many times have you read/watched the 10’s fandom? – 3 times, and I'll do it again.

10. Which ship has lasted the longest? – I don't know what this means. In their canon? Snow and David have been together for over 40 years by the end of the show, I think. In my heart? I've been into Belle and Beast ever since the movie came out over 31 years ago. In fandom? Elizabeth and Darcy have been going strong for over 200 years!

11. How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up? – I suppose they weren't really a couple during the period where Peeta wanted to murder Katniss lol! Plus they were fake dating and fake engaged for most of their relationship, so it's hard to tell what "broken up" means in this sort of context where they're not truly together to begin with.

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8? – 2, because Beast is a literal beast with claws and fangs and crap, and Belle is very smart. 8 are sweet little cuties who would get killed immediately lol!

13. Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason? – They both were kind of in denial about liking each other romantically, but that's not really the same thing. And they kind of broke up right after officially acknowledging they wanted to be together! I guess Stede was hiding his relationship when he went back to Mary.

14. Is 4 still together? – Kind of. The awful series finale makes their future murky.

15. Is 10 canon? – Yep, all of these ships are. I'm basic haha!

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win? – Well Beast is the most dangerous physically, but he wouldn't want to kill anyone. So I'm going with Chuck and Sarah due to their physical training and Sarah's skill and lack of remorse over killing anyone she needs to.

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship? – Mostly Emma herself haha! I guess Neal and David kind of did, but not really actively/aggressively.

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond? –  I strongly believe in all of them, but Belle and Beast are the most in need of defense because some people see them as toxic, so I'm the most prickly about defending their relationship, I guess.

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page? – Nope, they're not super popular on Tumblr. I think only 1, 5, and 7 have a strong presence on Tumblr.

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all forever, which ship would you sink? – I guess Catherine and Henry just because they could each easily find someone else to love and be happy with and not be forever devastated by their breakup. They're not, like, soulmates, just two cute young people who happened to get thrown together.

Tagging some people if they want to do this: @loonysama, @thefamilybruno, @annaofthenorthernlights, @bad-at-names-and-faces, @thecassadilla, @keeshya6, @bethanydelleman, @thatscarletflycatcher + anyone else! (No pressure to do this as usual!)

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[mari--lace]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

Thank you for tagging me @h1myname1sv!

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

104 (it's not all fics, a few are fanvids. I do have a lot more fics in Italian not posted on Ao3, though.)

2.) What’s your ao3 word count?

137,912

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

A lot, I'm very multifandom! My current obsession is Daredevil and it led me to write on many other marvel characters (Natasha and Clint, Peter), an historical fandom of mine is Detective Conan and I might write something for it soon—if I manage.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

What am I looking at, Matt? A short piece I wrote for fun right after watching 1x08 of She-Hulk; I was hyped and so was half the fandom.

A marvelous october collects the stories I wrote for last year's writober (mixed up with flufftober prompts). It's mostly Daredevil and it has a few chapters I'm pretty happy with, but I branched a little with other marvel characters (Kate, Clint, Kamala, Peter, Layla).

Ideas live forever (let your voice be heard) I'm really happy this story is so high here. It's a one-shot for Barbie [spoilers ahead]. After the ending, it follows Barbara adapting to the changes brought by her new life and coming to terms with things that didn't change—namely, her lack of attraction to anyone. AroAce Barbie for the win!

Three times Daredevil isn't a lawyer plus one short and fun 3+1 fic with Matt being sassy as Daredevil and Frank deducing something about his lawyer. (Secret identity who? Matt doesn't know her)

Not my friend (who are you?) I wrote this one for the dde promptfest, it was fun! It's about Brett reaching some conclusions of his own during S3 about his favorite (?) vigilante.

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I usually do! Don't often know how to answer so maybe it's just a 💜, but I appreciate the people who comment and I try to let them know.

6.) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That's a tough one. I'm all for angst, but I need happy endings. (Or, well, hopeful ones.) The angstiend ending (and fic) I've ever written was my OC's reaction to her best friend's death, I'm pretty sure (it doesn't exist on Ao3).

7.) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Now that's hard for the opposite reason, lol. I'll go with The joys and concerns of teaching magic bc it's more than slice of life/fluff for the sake of it, there is some trouble/action before the happy ending.

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

I don't think that's happened recently, no. I got hate for my ship back when I started, in 2013 in the Italian fandom, and it was awful, but I'm not 15 anymore and I think I'd react in a very different way now (I'd ignore them and keep writing whatever I want).

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Nope. I don't believe I'm capable of it LOL <- same prev!

10.) Do you write cross overs? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've written a couple in the past. Craziest probably was Detective Conan/Yu-gi-oh!

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so.

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes, I have, and it was super-fun!

14.) What’s your all time favourite ship?

Heeeh. I'm a multishipper girl, and often I'm perfectly happy with my favorite ships being platonic as well as romantic, so... I don't know. One of my oldest OTPs is Shinichi/Shiho from Detective Conan, I'll go with them.

15.) What’s a WIP you’d like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

My original fantasy novel. I haven't touched it in 3 years and right now it feels pretty impossible, but I do hope to get to plot and write it properly one day.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

Introspection, I think. And conveying emotions to the reader.

16.) What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes make me cry and descriptions are a work in progress ;_;

17.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Absolutely, if it makes sense for the fic! Playing with languages is fun.

18.) First fandom you wrote for?

Naruto!

19.) Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

This question is so mean. They're my children! Okay, I do have favorites—plural. If I reeeally have to choose, probably What's in a soul? I'm really happy with how it came out, in Italian and English both.

No pressure tags: @usaigi @ceterisparibus116 @auofgoldandfantasies @folkloristico

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[cryunderthewillowtree]

Coral Streaks – Chapter 4

Synopsis – In which she loves him, but he's utterly, painfully clueless. Awra always believed love should be easy – a beautiful gift from Eywa herself. But when she falls for the oldest Sully, it's a love filled with trial. A tale of coming apart and finding your way back.

Related Warnings: Eventual Smut (Aged Up Characters), Language, Descriptions of assault, Harassment

Characters – Neteyam x Fem Metkayina!reader

Related Tags: Major Angst, Slow-Burn, Friends-To-Lovers, Heartache, Tension, Hurt/Comfort

Notes: Posting this from my Ao3 account, please feel free to head over there to read this story as well! I realised only after being 14 chapters in that I spelt Omatikaya wrong this entire time – my apologies in advance. But please enjoy this story nonetheless!

[Do not interact with this story if you are underage.]

“Neteyam!” Awra whisper-shouts. She cringes at the sound of her own voice, even a whisper sounds far too loud at this time of eclipse. “Neteyam!”

She peeks into the Sully marui desperately, trying to get a glimpse of the oldest Ometicayan boy, but it’s pitch black inside the pod and she can only vaguely make out a few sleeping forms in the farthest corner. She strains her eyes in the darkness, trying to see if she can spot Neteyam amongst the Sullys, but to no avail. The moonlight only illuminates a few feet into the pod, and she can feel her patience wearing thin. “Neteyam! Are you here?” 

No response. Behind her, the sound of nightlife stirs gently – animals click and chirp to each other in the undergrowth, and down by the shore comes the sounds of waves breaking. The air is unusually still tonight, and the sound of her own voice reverberating through the air both alarms her and frustrates her. God, where is that thickheaded boy! She clicks her tongue quietly, debating if she should attempt to enter the Sully marui to see if she could wake Neteyam. She eyes the sleeping bodies in the back warily as she contemplates her next move. It’ll be really bad if I got caught. Really, really bad. 

But it was this or spend the next hour waiting aimlessly outside the Sully marui like a fool. Or worse, risk someone spotting her loitering outside the pod and informing her parents about it. She shivered at the thought of her parent’s reaction to her sneaking around the Sully’s pod at night – her mother had already warned her about spending too much time around the forest dwellers. It was hard enough as is to go about her day-to-day without feeling her mother’s unnerving stare down the back of spine, if she were caught now she’d surely be grounded for months; or even years. Awra shakes her head at that thought, sighing in resignation. Anything had to be better than being caught at this point, plus she’d already snuck out successfully so it’d be a waste to just head back home.. Biting her lip, she grabs the sides of the Sully marui and hoists herself up delicately. Trying her hardest to be quiet, she finds herself holding her breath as she carefully tiptoes towards the heap of sleeping bodies. She can see Jake Sully lying next to Neytiri, both of them completely unguarded for once; eyes closed as their chests rise and fall with their slumber. It’s almost uncanny watching them sleep – the mighty Toruk Makto vulnerable and unguarded for once. 

Her eyes travel across the other sleeping figures, landing on Kiri and Tuk cuddled up next to each other next to their parents. Tuk’s hand is draped across Kiri’s waist, her face squished into her sister’s collarbone. She smiles at the line of drool down the corner of the youngest’s mouth, before turning to last body huddled up on a pile of bedding at the far corner of the pod. It’s Lo’ak, wrapped into himself far away from his siblings. His tail is wrapped around his own thigh, and he’s mumbling incoherently in his sleep. Awra has to stifle a snort. He looks so young like this – no getting into trouble or loudmouthing. But where is Neteyam? She glances over around the pod one final time for good measure but the oldest Ometicayan is just nowhere to be found. Where is that boy?

Confused, Awra turns and starts cautiously making her way back to the entrance of the marui. When she’s almost there, she steps on a loose piece of seagrass next to the fireplace and it crackles under her foot. She freezes at the noise, looking back at the sleeping family to see if anyone had heard. Lo’ak’s ear twitched in his sleep, but he turned right over and went back to sleep. She heaves a small sigh of relief, tiptoeing the rest of the way out of the pod; silently lifting herself out of the pod and dropping into the sand below. Outside, there is no movement, but she takes care to check her surroundings before leaving. Neteyam’s not sleeping in his family’s pod, so where could he be? Where would he go at this time of night? 

“Awra?” Comes a hushed whisper from behind her. Awra shrieks, whipping her head around to find a bewildered Neteyam staring at her inquisitively. His hand is raised, probably to tap her on the shoulder, but it’s frozen in middair. She clamps a hand over her own mouth, glaring at him.

“Neteyam? What’re you doing here? Where did you go?” She whisper-scolds, grabbing his arm and dragging him away from his family’s marui. “I was looking for you, but you weren’t in your pod. I could’ve gotten found out you skxwng!”

“What? Why were you looking–”

“Where did you go! It’s dangerous to be out at this time of night you know!” She berates, still pulling him in the direction of a small alcove near the edges of the cluster of marui pods. He’s still confused, letting Awra pull him towards the beach. She puts both hands on his shoulders, forcing him to sit down on a large flat stone in the alcove. It’s a secluded part of the beach, shielded from view by tall trees and other vegetation; the perfect place for the type of conversation she’s about to have. 

She sighs, turning around to face him. Neteyam is looking up at her, trepidation on his face as he takes in the way she’s standing with her hands on her hips. “Did I…do something?” He asks timidly, tail flicking behind him. He’s staring at her, that same pleading look in his eyes.

Suddenly, the night chill feels too cold, and goosebumps rise on her arms. She realised she’d never even planned out how she intended to start this conversation with Neteyam. Eywa, she was horrible at confronting her feelings, much less trying to articulate them to another Na’vi. A Na’vi I have feelings for. 

She swallows, gesturing for him to scoot over on the rock. He does so, patting the space next to him as an invitation to sit. She gets comfortable on the rock, tail coming to rest beside her thigh as she looks into his eyes. She can’t help but realise how close they are on the rock, shoulder to shoulder and she can even count the bioluminscent freckles all over his face and neck. They’re beautiful, she thinks, and has to resist the urge to reach out and trace the light blue markings all over his cheeks. Neteyam clears his throat, looking away shyly as she stares unabashedly at his face.

“What…what did you want to talk about?” He asks, gazing at the ocean. Awra feels her cheeks warm, coughing as she turns to face the ocean as well, the salty breeze cool and refreshing as it washes over her cheeks. 

“Right, um well. I wanted to talk to you about what happened yesterday. On the beach.” She deadpans, turning to look at him. “About what I said.”

He hums at that, eyes darting to look at her before he looks away again. “Ah about that, it’s fine. I’m cool.” He replies, a tinge of something in his voice Awra can’t identify. He chuckles, but it sounds forced, and Awra decides that she doesn’t like the sound of that. 

She frowns at his response. ��Wait, what? Are you sure? But Kiri–” She catches herself, snapping her mouth shut. She cringes, licking over her canines as he turns to look at her at the mention of his sister’s name. As he turns his head, his braids spill over his shoulder, and the beads tinkle in the night air. “Forget I said that. What I meant was, you didn’t–”

“What about Kiri? Did she say something?” He asks, before quickly adding: “I’m fine, really. I know I probably caught you at a bad time.”

“No, she didn’t say anything. Just that you seemed sad, that’s all. I just wanted to…check in with you. Make sure you were okay y’know?” She says, playing with her fingers. “I know I wasn’t really nice to you yesterday, and I guess I felt really bad about it. So I wanted to apologise.”

Neteyam snorts. “Awra, I’m not bothered because you weren’t nice to me.” He retorts, and Awra raises an eyebrow. He snickers, the sound more genuine this time. “But I appreciate you checking up on me.” 

She can’t shake the feeling that he’s trying to downplay his feelings. His replies have been superficial at best – and she can’t help but feel like they’re facades to hide how much he’s upset by her behaviour. While she feels guilty that she made him feel that way, Awra’s also frustrated that he keep dismissing her as if this conversation isn’t hard enough as it is already. 

She looks at him, resolve steely in her eyes. “Neteyam, look at me.” She says sternly. He raises an eyebrow in surprise, turning fully to face her and crossing his legs on the rock. 

“I know you were upset by what happened on the beach yesterday. Kiri told me, so stop trying to deny it.” She insists, and she watches his expression morph from surprise to confusion. His lips part, and Awra can already feel the excuse before it leaves his mouth. “No, you listen. I know what I did wasn’t very kind, and you didn’t deserve that. You didn’t do anything wrong Neteyam, it was completely my fault. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that, and I know that.”

He’s listening intently now, an expression she can’t quite make out crossing his features. His eyes are wide, and in the light of the eclipse, the amber is vivid and she can almost make out flecks of gold in his irises. Neteyam is still as she talks, hands perched on his lap as his ears twitch periodically. “I’m sorry for what I said on the beach, okay? I just had a lot on my mind, and I wanted some time to myself to think. You just caught me at a bad time,”

He smiles at that, a timid smirk as she uses his words. “But it’s still not an excuse for me to talk to you that way. Yeah, that’s it. I just wanted to apologise. You can stop smiling like that now, skwng.” Neteyam has a goofy smile on his face, and she shoves him playfully. “Hey! I just apologised. Could you at least pretend to take it seriously?”

Neteyam chuckles at that, swatting her hands away. His tail flicks playfully behind him, and she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t nice to hear him laugh genuinely. “Take it seriously! Neteyam! Kiri said you were upset, hey–”

“Thank you, Awra. I appreciate your kind words, really.” He interrupts, a smile still on his face. Neteyam’s smiling so hard his fangs are showing, and you scowl playfully. “But seeing you so serious makes me laugh. So you must forgive me. I am not making fun of you.”

Awra rolls her eyes at his words, shoving his shoulder again. He shoves her back, and the sound of your childish banter fills the quiet night air. She giggles when she grab at his tail and he bares his fangs, cackling as he tries to grab at hers back but fails miserably. It feels nice to be so carefree, and for a moment, her mother’s words are pushed to the very recesses of her mind. Being around Neteyam just felt so liberating, and Awra was reminded of why she’d spent all those weeks and nights devising plans to sneak out with him to explore the ocean at night. 

One firm shove against her shoulder knocks her off balance, and Awra careens off the rock. As she fall, she finds herself shrieking again, grabbing at the Ometicayan’s arms to steady herself. Instead, Neteyam topples with her, both of you rolling like infants in the warm sand. Awra can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation – she’d come out here with a heavy heart to apologise, but now she finds yourself covered in sand whilst Neteyam snickers. “You look crazy, you’ve got so much sand in your hair!” He snorts, throwing a handful of sand your way.

She rolls out of way, grumbling while dusting the particles out of her queue. “Oh yeah?” She grabs a fistful of sand as well, brandishing it in front of herself. He rolls his eyes and smiles, darting around her and grabbing her from behind before tackling her into the sand. Awra gasps at the contact, and barely has time to respond before she lands with a loud thud.. She can feel his bare torso pressed up against her back, and her tail is sandwiched between their bodies. He’s cackling softly in her ear, before gently releasing her as he rolls over and sits up.

“I won!” He states triumphantly, an impish smile on his face. His fangs poke out, leaving little indents in his bottom lip. She grumbles, but feels her cheeks warm at the ghost of the feeling of being held. She sits up in the sand as well, sulkily dusting sand out of her hair and off her arms and legs. 

“I’m all sandy now, no thanks to you genius.” She mumbles, shaking her hair. He just laughs, watching her try (and fail) to remove all the sand from her braids. Awra shoots a glare at him, and he laughs before reaching over to help brush sand out of her hair. She feels herself warm again at the contact, even more so when he runs a gentle hand down the length of her queue. The contact is electric, and she feels her mind blank at the feeling.

“Wait Nete–”

“I’m just helping you, stop being so difficult. Come here.” He orders, tugging on her arm to sit opposite him. She moves on autopilot, sitting crosslegged in front of Neteyam as he runs a hand down her queue again. Goosebumps rise on her arms, and she feels herself shudder as he continues to lightly brush down her queue to remove the sand particles. “Maybe it was a mistake to play wrestle in the sand. It’s impossible to get out.” 

She snorts at that. “You think?” He says nothing, but continues his feather-light touches. She feels herself lean into his touch, her cheeks warming at the pleasant feeling. He chuckles lightly under his breath, “Enjoying yourself?”

Awra scowls at him, pulling away as she tugs her queue out of his hands. “Oh yeah?” She reaches out and grab the long braid that hangs down his back, squeezing firmly before dragging her palm down the length of it. Awra snickers mischeviously, expecting him to hiss or shove her away. But instead, he freezes, eyes wide as he stares at her. For a moment, Awra cheers. “Looks like the mighty Neteyam has been outdone!” She gloats, running her hand up the queue again.

This time, he doubles over, clamping a hand over his mouth. He chokes out a cough, and for a moment, Awra panics. Had she gone too far? She hurriedly lets go of his queue, the long braided appendage falling into his lap as he straightens up. “Hey, sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

He’s blushing. Awra stops mid-sentence, and she feels her eyebrows raise into her hairline. Neteyam is blushing, a purple flush all over his cheeks and nose. He notices her staring and turns away, a mortified groan leaving his chest. “Neteyam?”

He just clears his throat again, looking at her with a forced smile. “Yeah?” He rasps. Awra fills a tingle run up her spine at the timbre of his voice. Is it me or did his voice just get deeper? 

“Are you okay? I didn’t mean to overstep.” She apologises, still staring at his purple cheeks. He smiles at her, an awkward one, and shakes his head.

“It’s okay, you didn’t. I was just shocked. What were we talking about?” He answers, avoiding eye contact. She looks at him incedulously. His cheeks are still flushed, and his tail is ramrod straight behind him; as if he’s stressed out or on high alert. Awra notices his fidgeting, and the way he can’t seem to look her in the eyes. Realisation sinks in all of a sudden, and she can’t help the impish grin from creeping onto her face. She covers her mouth with her hand, before slyly reaching for his queue again.

“That’s good, I was worried I was making you uncomfortable.” She starts, and he chokes again as she grabs hold of his queue. “Here, let me help you too. You’ve got sand in your hair.” As she says that, she drags her hand firmly up the queue, and down the length of it in two quick successions. Neteyam’s reaction is immediate: he bites down on his fingers again and leans over. What sounds like a choking cough follows, as he reaches with his other hand to snatch his queue away from her. Awra refuses to relent, and holds it even tighter. 

“What’s wrong?” She asks coyly, still keeping a firm hold. He shakes his hand, but she can see his cheeks darken. She brings her hand up the queue again, and the reaction it elicits from Neteyam has her gut coiling. The Ometicayan boy whimpers, a soft shuddery sound that she almost misses. It makes her ears twitch, and she licks over her canines in her mouth. 

“Stop, stop Awra.” He chokes out, and Awra relents. She lets go of his queue, and he grabs it before swinging it over his shoulder. “Eywa.” He mumbles, before straightening himself.

“What was that about?” She questions, feigning innocence. He stares at her, the flush still adorning his cheeks. He refuses to look at her, staring off into the vegetation behind her. 

“Nothing, it was nothing.” He gasps out, rubbing a hand over his face.

“That was nothing?” She teases, and he groans in embarrassment. 

“Awra, please.” She laughs, and he rolls his eyes at her. “Just forget you saw that, okay?”

Awra just giggles again, holding her own queue. “Never knew they were so sensitive. Interesting.” Neteyam’s eyes widen even further when he hears her, staring at her in shock.

“We’re not supposed to talk about that.” He mumbles, a shy smile on his face. 

“Talk about what? Our queues?” She taunts, flipping her queue over her shoulder. She looks at him smugly, reaching over to pinch a flushed cheek. “You’re blushing so hard Neteyam, it’s cute.”

His breath hitches at that, and she smiles at his reaction. If only you knew, Neteyam. “Y’know, for a warrior, you’re surprisingly shy. It’s funny.” She says, watching him chuckle at her comment. He just shakes his head at her, and the banter dies down into a comfortable silence. Awra looks up at him through her eyelashes, only to see him staring at her; an unreadable expression on his face.

“Is there something on my face?” She asks, swiping at her cheeks self consciously. He doesn’t say anything, but moves himself closer to her. He’s sitting in face-to-face with her, their shins touching as his tail comes to rest on her thigh. It’s Awra’s turn to be flustered, and she leans away to put space between them. “What’re you–”

Neteyam leans forward, and then she’s kissing him. 

For a moment, she doesn’t understand what’s going on. All she knows is she can smell his scent all around – a comforting mix of the forest and sea. And that his lips are soft, and pressed firmly against hers. And then, as quick as he came, Neteyam pulls away. Awra stays rooted to her spot, lips still tingling at the contact and very much in shock.

“What–” She gasps, looking at Neteyam. He looks shocked, like he hadn’t expected himself to do that either.

“Sorry–”

“What happened–”

They say at the same time, before Neteyam surges forward. “I’m sorry, Awra. I – I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry.” He’s panicking, searching her face for any signs of disgust or anger. Awra just stares at him, blinking. “Awra? Awra!” 

“Neteyam.” Is all she says in return, bringing a hand up to touch her lips. “Did you just kiss me?”

He looks guilty, ears flattened against his skull as he nods. “I’m sorry–”

“It’s okay. I…I liked it.” Awra whispers, still touching her lips. Neteyam’s eyes widen, and his shoulders slump in relief. “Give me a warning next time.” She adds, a small smile on her lips. He kissed me! He kissed me? She couldn’t believe what just happened. Neteyam had kissed her. He’d leant over and kissed her, on the mouth, out of nowhere. Neteyam. The Golden Child, Mr Perfect Ometicayan warrior. He’d kissed her. 

“Are you sure? I’m not sure what I was thinking, I apologis. It was my fault, I wasn’t thinking clearly.” He’s rambling, kneeling in front of you as you stare at him. “Forgive me.” Awra blinks again, mind still a blank. She grabs his hands, lacing their fingers together as she climbs into his lap. 

Neteyam freezes, falling backward as he looks at the girl climb into his lap. “Awra, wait. What–”

Awra just smiles shyly, before kissing him again. For a moment, he doesn’t move; just sitting frozen. His breathing is erratic, eyes wide open. She rolls her eyes at him, grabbing his hands from where they’re bracing on the ground behind him, and bringing them to her hips. “Hold here, silly.” His hands wrap around her hips, and she registers how large his palms are. They’re so big, and warm too. A warm tingle coils in her belly at the sensation of the callouses on his palms as he grips her waist, still tense and nervous.

“Wait–” He cuts in, tail flicking.

“Shush.” She interrupts, cupping his cheek. He stares at her, beautiful amber eyes dilated as he pants. “Open your mouth.” He hesitates, and she can see him fighting his instinct and responsibility. He seems to consider this for a moment, before his lids slide shut and he parts his lips. She smiles at that, sliding her tongue into his mouth and kisses him deeply. As she does so, her other hand comes to rest around his shoulders, stroking the lean column of his neck.

She feels Neteyam shudder as she licks the roof of his mouth, and warmth spreads from the base of her tail to her stomach. His hands stay firmly at her waist where she’d left them, trembling and leaving small indents in her skin. She smiles into the kiss, using a finger to trace his adam’s apple as she sucks on his tongue. He whimpers at that, tail curling around her thigh as he leans in towards her. She sighs at the contact, reaching down to move his hands from her hips to her back.

“You can move them you know? I’m giving you permission.” She whispers. His pupils dilate at that, but his hands don’t budge. 

“Are – are you sure? Awra, I–” He starts, panting as he stares at her lips. She just smiles and nods, arching her back to get closer to him. He groans at that, a deep throaty sound that comes from his chest. She shuts her eyes, enjoying the contact before slotting her mouth over his again. He’s more vocal this time, sighing in pleasure as they part for air. His left hand slides from her waist to her back, before sliding up to rest between her shoulder blades. She shudders at the sensation, and lets him apply pressure between her shoulder blades to urge her closer to him. Awra licks over his canines, and he groans. 

“God–” He whimpers, hand sliding down her back and coming to rest at the base of her tail. She whimpers at the sensation, sliding her own hands around his neck and bracing on his chest. He nibbles on her lower lip, and she lets out a keen when she feels his fangs dig ever so lightly into the plush of her lip. “Awra–”

She slides her hands down his chest, enjoying the feeling of smooth, firm muscle. He shivers, still licking into her mouth. When she reaches his stomach, she stops, pulling away from his mouth. He leans back, panting harshly as he licks the saliva off his lips. Her stomach feels warm, and all she can feel is him, him, him. His scent, his touch, the way he says her name. It’s intoxicating.

“How far do you want to go?” She hushes out, pecking him on the lips. He sighs, kissing her back as his hand slides to her waist again. Her mind feels like it’s hazy, and her body feels hot. “Neteyam?”

“I don’t know.” He rasps, voice hoarse. His voice sends a tickle up your spine. “But we should stop.” He gasps, but leans in to kiss her again. She whines into the kiss, hands dipping to rub the strip of skin above the strap of his loincloth.

He pulls away at that, gasping harshly. “Wait–”

Through lidded eyes, she lets one finger trace the length of his loincloth. He gasps again, eyes sliding closed as he shudders. He grabs her hands, forcing his eyes open. “Don’t, Awra, I–”

She slips one finger beneath the loincloth, dragging a blunt fingernail against his skin. He moans, hips bucking up. He tries to muffle his sounds with his forearm, his cheeks turning that wonderful hue of purple again. She smirks, withdrawing her finger and drawing circles into his stomach instead. “Eywa.” He chokes out, looking at her with furrowed brows. “We should stop here.” He repeats, grabbing her hands and bringing them away from his loincloth. 

Awra pouts at that, but lets him manhandle him off her lap. He puts her down gently on the sand, avoiding eye contact. She can feel her body thrum with the intensity of their activities, and she curls into herself as he sets himself down next to her. He’s silent for a while, picking at the sand between them, before he breaks the silence. “We should talk about that.”

“Did you not want it?” She interrupts abruptly, looking away. Away from his body heat, she feels the chill of night set in. “Did you?”

Neteyam sighs, a deep tired sound. “I–I don’t know.” He mumbles. She swallows at his response, the air suddenly too suffocating between them.

“Then why’d you let me kiss you then?” She snaps, turning to glare at him. “Explain yourself.” He still avoids her eyes, looking down as he sighs again. 

“I don’t have an answer, Awra.” He starts, voice trailing off. “I think I was just lost in the moment, and got carried away. I didn’t mean to do any of that.”

She feels her chest constrict at that, shame burning at the corners of her eyes. She feels small all of a sudden, and the urge to run away makes itself apparent. “Oh.” Is all she grits out, feeling her heart pound in her chest. What? There’s a lump in her throat, and she can feel her eyes stinging. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry Awra, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen.” Neteyam says, remorse flooding his voice. He turns to look at her, curled up and miserable. He reaches for her, but she flinches away violently. “Awra–”

“It’s fine. It’s fine, whatever.” She mutters, standing up and brushing the sand off her thighs aggressively. She can feel a tear make its way down her cheek, and she swipes at it furiously. Humiliation burns ferociously in her gut, and she wants to throw up. I have to get away. “I’m gonna go.” 

“Wait, Awra! Wait–” Neteyam calls after her, but she picks up her pace, sprinting back towards the village. She feels stupid, skwng, like she’s made a fool out of herself. What have I done? What was I thinking? As she runs, she feels more tears leak out of her eye, and she stifles the sobs threatening to leave her as she nears her family’s marui pod. She hauls herself into the pod before collapsing into a heap near the entrance. She feels too exposed, too vulnerable. I let him touch me, put his hands on me. I told him to touch me. I’m an idiot. She chides herself, sobbing silently in the quiet of the night. What was I thinking? 

She cries silently until her eyes are sore, and her eyelids swollen. She crawls onto a pile of bedding, curling into a fetal position. You’ve really outdone yourself this time, skwng, she thinks. Mother was right about him. I should have listened to her. I should have listened. She falls into a deep sleep, and dreams of nothing.

#neteyam x reader #neteyam avatar #neteyam sully #neteyam #avatar the movie #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water #atwow #neteyam angst #neteyam fanfiction

[waltwhitmansbeard]

It me again.

Top 10 MFL 'verse chapters (including drabbles)? :D :D :D :D :D

Ask me my “TOP 5/TOP 10” anything!

this is an absolute unhinged question, do you know how many chapters there are????????? this order is gonna be approximate bc i don't remember everything i wrote, not by a long shot

gocmh epilogue (really proud of this one, truly think it's some of my best writing to date)

mfl ch. 17 (i love writing dad!derrig so much, and tbh i'm super proud of the last paragraph and a half)

some nights seem forever lasting (listen..........i think it's good smut)

mfl ch. 20-24 (idc!!! i'm cheating!!!! this lil section makes me so happy. i fucking popped off ngl. the melodrama! the family! the wedding! with music! the martial bliss descending into horror!!!!! good shit!!!! imho!!!!)

you need not worry, child (what, i fucking love babies, i love Drama, i love how big this family got so quick)

gocmh ch. 38 (i LOVE a villain monologue!!!!! tell us your plot king!!!! bananas ass shit, i had the time of my life writing this!!! plus y'all's reactions were great)

gomch ch. 9 (i just really love this triptych, three couples in wildly different stages of their romances, each dealing with their own shit but still connected, i had a lot of fun writing this one)

gocmh ch. 13 (peak percy, i can actually imagine tal saying this shit to syldor, which feels like a win)

mfl ch. 14 (i love politics! i love plot! i love two people not being able to stay away from each other!)

tmwiw #18 (what's better than this? guys bein dads)

#ask #ravendruid #mfl ask #this was the hardest thing i've ever done #i'm sure there's shit i forgot about #and it's also hard to determine if i liked the writing or the story

[dangerous-advantage]

For the ask game, 7, 10, 14, and 62 👀

[link to ask game] (thanks so much for the ask! sorry this took a while, i have been procrastinating :P)

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

short answer: i have no fucking clue

long answer: i have some ideas but it's complicated

the big thing for me, other than 'what is the best way to make the plot move forward, and who is the best character to see that through,' is keeping povs balanced. unless i have ulterior motives, or i feel a certain pov is unnecessary/redundant, i try to give everyone their time to shine.

this isn't to say there's a specific formula or sequence i'll follow, it's more of what "feels right" for their individual arcs and what needs to happen for them to get to a certain point.

pacing also plays a really big part in it. pov can be a lifesaver in imbuing a sense of time into the narrative. you can create "transitions" in the story by shoving a well-placed pov in there that takes the eyes off of the main action for a bit.

my biggest struggle with this is balancing pov and what i want the audience to know. when you have a lot of perspectives, things can get messy fast, so "checking up" with you audience about what each character is up to is vital to the plot feeling smooth.

however, this can be at odds with the utilization of perspective itself-- i.e., each character will have different insights on a given situation. withholding information to create as sense of tension can be as easy as avoiding a certain pov, and favoring one whose perspective will be less helpful in a given situation.

this can be really fun, and if you play your cards right, create really intriguing, satisfying plots with reveals that work. but doing so can come at the risk of suppressing another characters' pov.

all this aside, i really don't have a great explanation. there's no real process here for me, other than outlining, hoping for the best, and if that doesn't work out, writing and rewriting until i find a perspective that works.

10. Control + F "blinks" and copy/paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up.

fun fact: for my current wip, i have four separate documents, each containing a different version of the draft. the first one is for my really rough draft, the second is for my rough draft, the third is for my 'god why' draft, and the fourth is for my final draft.

given all of this, you would think i could find the word 'blink' somewhere in that whole mess. but apparently, as of this post, i have not written the word 'blink' a single time in arc II.

so, because i still want to do this, i ran a random word generator and got 'constant' instead.

here's what i got (not even my beta has seen this yet, haha):

"Everything looked damp and new. Rivulets of water raced each other down smooth stone [walls,] collecting in shallow pools and rocky crevices. Years of constant run-off had shaped the walls, each minute drop chiseling away sediment to be swept away and deposited elsewhere."

(from an upcoming chapter of 'it was futile;' may be subject to change.)

14. How do you write emotional scenes? Do you draw from personal experiences?

i could be all tongue in cheek and say, "all writing stems from personal experience," but that's a cop-out, and a generalization. plus, i love to talk about myself, so... /silly

for the most part, when i'm writing emotional scenes, i'll try and get into a character's head(s) and explore what i think their reaction would be.

that doesn't mean that i don't or haven't used my own personal experiences as inspiration, or to really get myself in the headspace i want to be in for writing a certain scene.

usually, when i'm going in to writing a certain scene, i try to imbue the entire thing with the underlying sense of whatever emotion i'm trying to evoke. if i need, i'll also try and get myself in the 'mood' of whatever the scene is supposed to be via brainstorming, or listening to music that suits the scene.

music is a big part of my writing process. some people cannot stand background noise of any kind when writing, which is understandable. i generally prefer music without words, but if i know a song well enough, i can sometimes put it on loop and just let it play in the back of my head as i write, anchoring me to a scene.

well-written emotional scenes are my bread and butter, because there's so much meaning you could drag out of just a small, quiet moment. most of the emotional 'scenes' i write aren't really 'scenes' in the traditional sense, but instead just little moments in the narrative.

these serve to build-up characterization and character dynamics, two things i enjoy exploring in my writing. i'm more of a character-driven writer than a plot-driven one, though i try to balance things where i can.

62. Thoughts on cliffhangers?

if anybody has ever read my writing, they'll probably notice i tend to spend a lot of time building suspense, whether i mean to or not. i enjoy writing, and i do like myself a good cliffhanger.

i don't have any polarizing feelings on this. i know some people hate them, and i understand. i think what it comes down to, for me, is whether a cliffhanger can justify itself.

it's the same thing with twists-- if you have a twist just for the sake of having a twist, it's probably not a good twist. you want your reveals to impact the narrative and the characters in a way that feels important.

in my mind, every twist or reveal should be a metaphorical step. after you learn this information, there's no going back. the story has been impacted, and from now on, this information will be important and relevant to the story. there's no closing pandora's box.

for cliffhangers, it's little different, but the guiding principle is still the same: don't have cliifhangers just to have cliffhangers.

cliffhangers are an extended reveal. they're a narrative device that, if used correctly, should elevate your story. they're also very good for pacing and pov changes. sometimes, a cliffhanger just makes it's way in there because that's the natural progression of a scene.

a good cliffhanger carries it's own wait. you learn something new, or something happens that leaves you going, "oh my god, what's gonna happen next?" and then when that thing happens next, the cliffhanger will have only made things more satisfying.

if the reveal isn't satisfying, you shouldn't put in a cliffhanger. it's like double-jeopardy: if you get it right, the pay-off will be big. if you get it wrong, you might have just ruined a huge aspect of your story.

practicing restraint here also means that when you put a cliffhanger in, it hits even harder, just because of the novelty of it. it raises the stakes. you lose that if you overuse them.

#@crows-murder #<3 you are so cool for this #i swear i'll send some of these too when i have time tonight <3 #long post #tw long post #unedited

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 78. brb x oc

a/n: I've been wanting to use this gif for so long. I FINALLY CAN AAAAAAAA

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none, just Bea being a good friend uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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Beatrice couldn’t say how long the silence lasted, all she could do is stare at the pregnancy tests lying side by side in the drawer, partially hidden by the magazines almost as if Evelyn didn’t want to see them.

And considering her reaction, it was very possible she really didn’t want to see those tiny sticks.

Beatrice licks her lips, that were dry from her gawked expression, then moves her eyes to the lump under the covers, “Ev…I…” she blinks, how exactly could she go by this? Evelyn’s personality was different from hers, she was more than excited when she discovered she was pregnant, hell, Evelyn was there with her when she found out, “I…I…a-are you okay?”

There’s a gentle huff from under the covers, “No.”

“...okay,um…” Beatrice gently rubs her friend’s arm, chewing the inside of her cheek, “Um…do you,do you need me to do anything?”

Evelyn moves under the covers, which makes Beatrice drop her hand to her lap as the sheets slowly fall to reveal her friend. She looked awful, her eyes were swollen, her hair a mess and she didn’t seem like she slept in days not to mention how Beatrice could see a little bit of makeup still clinging to her bloodshot eyes. The same bloodshot eyes that slowly moved over to Beatrice, who gave Evelyn a small comforting smile only for it to drop as her friend looked away again, “...you here alone?”

“Yeah,Rooster and Nikki went home.” she almost felt bad mentioning Nicole considering…the situation, “He is going to pick me up once I call him, I’m not in a time crunch.”

Her joke falls flat because Evelyn doesn’t laugh, her hunched position making her appear smaller and frail, a complete opposite of what Evelyn truly was, “..okay…” and another shaky inhale was heard, followed by Evelyn running her hands on her face, combing her black hair back and dropping her hands to her lap with a dull slap. 

“...Ev…I…I…I don’t really know what to say.”

"About what?”

Bea blinked, looking back at the open drawer, “Well, um…wh-what you just indirectly told me.”

Evelyn stares ahead, a sniffle making its way out of her nose, “Me neither.”

“Just…um-do you wanna talk about it?”

Evelyn chuckles dryly, shoulders shaking with brief laughter before she shakes her head, “What is there to talk about,Bea? I don’t even know how to start this conversation.”

“Well…maybe you can…start from the beginning. Before the tests?”

Evelyn looks at Bea by the corner of her eye, looking like a complete mess, eyes crusty and tired as she stares at the brunette. Evelyn’s gaze was always very strong and confident, she never backed down, she knew what to do but right now? Right now Bea was seeing parts of Evelyn she never saw before and she didn’t know what to do. “...My period didn’t come last month.” she whispered, “But I didn’t think about it, because I was working a lot, plus Jake was gone so I assumed I was stressed.”

The taller woman pulls one of her knees up to use it as support for her head, still frowning, “And I felt nothing, no nausea, nothing hurting, nothing at all.” she inhales again, “But then this month comes and there’s still no period…so I thought I should do the test, just because I had to be sure.” her smile turned grim, “I did more than three.”

“What?”

“More than three tests, but I tossed them all out because…I…I couldn’t accept it.” she murmured, “I thought it was because the test was cheap, so I bought the expensive ones, the ones that are sturdy and can handle a good beating….and they were positive as well.”

Beatrice watches her friend slowly lower her leg and fall back on the bed, arms spread, eyes looking up at the ceiling. The brunette frowns, looking down at her friend’s stomach only to see it was still flat, covered by her sleeping shirt, “...I…see…does…does anyone know?”

Does Jake?

“No.” Evelyn mutters, “You are the first one.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t know what to do Bea.” she whispered, rolling her lips into her mouth with a subtle shake of her head, “It’s not…it wasn’t planned. Nothing was. I don’t even–” she groans, rubbing her face with her hands, sighing against her palms, “I don’t even know how to bring this up to Jake yet. We’ve been using protection, I’m taking my birth control…I don’t get it.”

Beatrice licks her lips, “Sometimes it’s…just something that happens,Ev.” she tries to explain the best she can without upsetting her friend even more, “...did you and Jake ever-”

“No, we never talked about kids.” Evelyn says, “He tried to say something about marriage but I told him I wanted to wait more,I don’t…I enjoy my independence. And he respected that.”

“I know.”

“And while Jake stays here from time to time, he understands I need some time and that I like to be alone.” she frowns, “But now? Now? What do I do? I don’t even know how to tell him this,I don’t even know what he’ll say.”

“Well,Jake loves you.” Beatrice says gently, “And…whatever you decide I’m sure he’ll support you no matter what.”

Evelyn turned to face Beatrice, pushing herself to a sitting position as her eyes dropped to her lap, “My dad…is going to skin him alive Bea.” she whispers, “He…he started to warm up to me and Jake now, he supports it as long he’s on the up and up with everything we have planned. And now…God when he finds out-hell my mom will freak the fuck out but my dad?”

“Don’t- don’t think about it now, Ev.” she says, placing a hand on her friend’s shoulder, “Are you hungry? Did you eat anything?” Evelyn shakes her head no, “I can make you something, you need to eat and maybe enjoy the sunlight a bit, it’ll be good for you.”

“Bea.”

“Yeah?”

“...can I hug you?”

Beatrice just nodded and Evelyn wrapped her arms around her shoulders, while the brunette hugged her friend by the waist. It was such…an odd feeling to be the comforting party in this situation, but she knew that Evelyn needed it and she wouldn’t let her go unless she felt good enough to. 

She didn’t cry,maybe she was already ‘dried out’ by the time that Beatrice showed up, but Evelyn held the brunette in such an iron grip that her shoulders were a bit hurt because of it. But she sat there, rubbing Evelyn’s back comfortingly as her  friend’s back rose and fell with her breathing, Beatrice was glad that she wasn’t crying at least.

After a while Evelyn leaned back, “I’m going to take a quick shower.” she whispered, meeting Beatrice’s green eyes, “Thank you,Bea.”

“You are welcome.” Beatrice got up from the bed to allow Evelyn to get up, not even putting on the fuzzy slippers as she went to the bathroom, still looking much smaller than she actually was.”I’ll be in the kitchen.” and she got a weak ‘okay’ before the bathroom’s door closed.

Beatrice sighed softly, looking down at Wiley who sat by the doorframe, mewing almost in question at her, “She’ll be fine,Wiley…come on, let’s make something for her,hm?” she hoped that would distract her mind too, because it was a lot of emotions going on in her head after all.

Being the first one to know about something like that, especially when the person in question doesn’t seem too excited about it, was very hard. Beatrice rubbed her face with both hands, huffing out a breath as she walked to the kitchen, but not before opening the curtains and letting the light enter the apartment.

She also opened the balcony’s door so the chilly October air made it’s way inside, inhaling deeply and feeling a wave of tranquility take over her as soon as she did that.

She checked the fridge, looking around for something quick and easy to make knowing her friend needed something now and not later. There was a plastic container that looked like it had vegetables and meat, Beatrice opened it up to check, “Oh,mongolian beef. This is nice.” There was also some rice in a bigger bowl covered with a plastic film, “It’ll be good enough.”

Something comforting and something easy, because Evelyn needed that.

She heard the shower running while heating up everything, exhaling in relief knowing that it’d help Evelyn feel better. Or at least she hoped. She had no idea how…to go on with this. She didn’t seem happy sharing the news to Beatrice, so maybe she shouldn’t talk about it? Maybe she should just chat about something else unless Evelyn brought it up again.

Beatrice looks towards her back pocket when her phone pings with a message and she already knows who it is from. She pulls out her phone with one hand while the other keeps stirring the meat in the pan, chewing her lower lip as she sees Rooster’s name on the screen.

Roos (12:00)

Hey,gorgeous. Everything good?

Was it? No. 

She also had no idea if she should share the news with Rooster, maybe not now, maybe…maybe later, maybe when she’s home.

Bea (12:00)

Everything is okay Roos. Evelyn is just feeling a bit under the weather. 

Roos (12:01)

Did Hangman do something wrong or something? I don’t think I ever seen Evelyn be ‘under the weather’

Oh boy.

Bea (12:01)

Oh, no no, it’s just personal stuff. I’m just with her for a little bit and then we can go to the pumpkin patch,okay?

Roos (12:02)

Okay,gorgeous. Talk to me okay? I’ll have my phone on me. Nikki is asleep and I’m just rewatching Drag Race Season 8. With the dogs.

Cue to her receiving a picture of his long legs stretched and crossed on top of the coffee table, Jolene’s head on his lap with her eyes closed, Jack lying under the coffee table and Eleanor looking up at the screen almost as if she was ready to attack it at any moment.

Bea (12:05)

You look very comfortable.

Roos (12:05)

We are,gorgeous. They’re behaving :) 

Beatrice was so focused on answering Rooster she didn’t hear the shower stop, nor heard her friend’s footsteps approaching the kitchen or the quiet mewling coming from Wiley. Evelyn stopped by the threshold, staring at Beatrice who managed to type on her phone and cook at the same time, “Bea.” her friend yelped, the phone flying off her hand to the air and the only reason it didn’t hit the ground was because it landed on the soft kitchen mat she was standing on.

“Oh!Ev!” she laughs awkwardly, leaning down to grab the phone, checking if there was anything broken and then wiping it against her sleeve, “Sorry I was talking to Roos.” she looks back at the stove, “I’m heating some stuff I got in your fridge.”

“Yeah, mongolian beef. I know.’ Evelyn said, sitting on the bar stools she had against the island in the middle of her kitchen, “Everything okay with Rooster?”

“Yeah!Everything is great!” Beatrice sends her husband a text telling him she’d message back in a few and that she loved him, then slid her phone into her pocket, “Anyway, do you want something to drink? Maybe some water?” Evelyn shook her head, rubbing her eyes with her hands before dropping her head on top of her folded arms.

Beatrice frowned as she turned the stove off and placed the lids on top of each pan before approaching her friend, touching the side of her arm gently,”Ev.” she calls, “You’ll be okay.”

Evelyn lifted her head, holding her interlaced fingers in front of her mouth as she breathed hard against her knuckles, “I don’t know what to do.” she repeats the same phrase as before, “I don’t…know what to do.”

“Well…do you…want the baby?” she knew it was a risk to ask, but Evelyn had to know what she wanted in that aspect, “It’s still early…”

Evelyn looked back at Bea, then at her hands, then to the wall opposite to them, “...thing is I…” she groans, “I do want it. I do, but…Bea, me and Jake aren’t married. And I don’t know if you know but both sides of my family are very against stuff like that.” another sigh, “it’s just…I don’t want them to blame Jake. I don’t want my father to make his life a living hell because of this.”

“Isn’t there a chance your father might be happy to be a grandpa? I mean, you are his only daughter.”

“Which is why I worry.” Evelyn says, “We talk a lot, we are more open now…but it’s fucking hard Bea. I can’t read my parents’ minds,I can’t know how they’ll truly react.” she rubs her forehead, “Not to mention the whole, Navy thing.” Beatrice furrows her brows, “You know my dad is always like ‘Duty First’ and whatever. He’ll just think that we didn’t think about the risks.”

The risks.

Oh.

Beatrice’s smile falters when that word is mentioned, that word that always,always hovered above her head and Rooster’s. He talked to her about it a bit, but he never elaborated and Beatrice worried about him often. Like always, things within their control were easy to handle…the rest, not so much.

Rooster still had the ghost of his father’s passing on his shoulders, she knew, she could see how it weighed him down sometimes. And the fear was always there, it was something they talked about often too, the risks of his profession were several and almost impossible to figure out.

Evelyn noticed how Bea got silent and she groaned once she recalled her words, “Shit,Bea,I didn’t mean-”

“No,no,no,it’s okay.” Beatrice smiles, “It’s okay…I…I know what you mean.”

Evelyn frowns, looking down at her hands, “How do you do it?” she asks quietly, “How do you deal with it? I mean…you two have Nikki now, how do you not…go crazy?”

“Therapy.” and for the first time since she got to the apartment, Evelyn laughed, weakly, but she laughed, dropping her head only to hold it up with her hand, “Honestly,I don’t know. We just…talk about it a lot, our conversations could last hours. Do you and Jake?”

“What?”

‘Talk?”

Evelyn blinks at her friend, then licks her lips, “Sometimes. I just…I mean we do talk,’ she straightens her back, “We do talk and share things, hell we both have parents in the military so that helps with…understanding and figuring out what to do but…a kid? A kid Bea. I don’t even know how…God.”

Beatrice bites the corner of her mouth, holding her hands in front of her womb as she takes in Evelyn’s words. “...what do you think your father will do once he finds out?” she asks, “Since…you want to keep it.”

“I have no idea.”

“Guess,then.”

The tall woman sighed, throwing her hands up as she begins explaining, “I don’t know. Probably…drill Jake with words and make him feel like shit. Maybe even accuse him of ‘locking me up with a child’ which is the stupidest thing ever. I love Jake, he’s a dumbass and he has his arrogant moments…but he’s sweet and he’s romantic and he treats me with respect.”

That was probably the first time Beatrice heard Evelyn talk about her relationship with Jake, and it made the brunette smile. She allowed Evelyn to keep talking as she prepared her plate, “And I care about him. I mean,Jesus, I wouldn’t let him come here if I didn’t.”

Beatrice settles the plate in front of Evelyn - the other woman couldn’t help but chuckle seeing that Beatrice arranged the beef on top of the rice to form a cat face, with the chives as whiskers - and then sits down next to her, “Then,well,I think that’s enough reason.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.” she says a bit more firmly, “You always butted heads with your parents and if you want to have this baby without being married to Jake, that’s your choice.” she shrugs, “You said yourself that he respects the fact you don’t want to get married yet.” Beatrice was very relieved when Evelyn finally took a bite of her food, keeping her eyes on the plate instead of the brunette.

“Yes,but–”

“Ev,” she says softly, “Listen, your parents have to understand that…these things happen and they should respect you and Jake…and your choices. Plus I have a feeling they’ll like it once you tell them everything.”

Evelyn slows her chewing to look at Beatrice, then chuckles softly, dropping her head forward as she swallows her food, “...I guess the roles are reversed, huh? It was usually me and Shells the ones that gave you a pep talk every now and again.”

Beatrice smiles, shrugging her shoulders, “Someone has to make sure you guys are okay.” she says, “Let that be me.”

“...thanks Bea.” Evelyn says, placing a hand on Beatrice’s shoulder, “I mean it,I really needed this.”

“You are welcome…are you going to be okay?” her friend nods, “Where’s Jake?”

“His sister is visiting,so he’s taking her for a tour.” Evelyn says as she moves the beef around her plate, “And he’ll come here by night time, after leaving her at the hotel.” she stops moving the fork, “I’ll tell him tonight.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah there is no point in stalling…and then I’ll tell my parents this weekend, after Penny’s Halloween party.”

Beatrice was glad that Evelyn seemed a lot better, her pose was straighter and her eyes were no longer dull and void of any emotion. She was still nervous, but there was a hint of confidence within her brown irises.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Beatrice decided to take her leave. Evelyn hugged her by the door, squeezing her friend’s shoulders, “Thank you.”

“You are welcome,Ev.” she smiles, pulling back from the hug to step towards the elevator, “See you Saturday?”

“Yeah, sure, oh.” she calls Beatrice’s name when the brunette reaches the elevator’s doors, “Please don’t tell Shells, we both know how she was when you were pregnant with Nikki.” the brunette laughs gently but nods, waiting for the doors to open, “And please don’t tell Rooster yet.”

That would be a bit hard considering how her husband was, “...will do.” she says after a while, waving goodbye to Evelyn as she steps into the elevator.

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My AO3 Wrapped Writers Qs Part 2 of 3

Now with a handy read more after a certain point! :D (I didn't forget to post, I just got distracted by Touken Ranbu...)

11. What work took you the longest to write?

In The Bedchamber Dripping With Honey, good grief. Again, I don't regret writing it! I'm glad that the people who liked it, liked it. But in retrospect I think the fact that it took seven months compared to other fics I wrote this year says a lot. I very, very badly needed that break from Fate/. (And needed to put that "I don't take requests etc." notice on my profile sooner, but anyway--)

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

At the moment, only one! My beloved Poisoned Honey, which I'm so enamored with I'm writing three chapters ahead this time instead of my usual two.

13. What’s your longest work of the year?

In the Bedchamber at 23k words, with the runner-up being Charm Lessons: Lewd Manipulation (GBF, Belial/Djeeta/Lyria) at 21k. Poisoned Honey will easily top them both, but that's for next year's AO3 Wrapped to see~.

14. What’s your shortest work of the year?

A Single Touch at 583 words (FSN, Gil/Saber). Since it only concerned a short moment, it didn't have to be that long. It was fun going back to basics with Gil and Saber! (And then resume my Fate/ break.)

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

Poisoned Honey, and also my Hinamori Citadel series for Touken Ranbu! These swords and my Saniwa OC Airi keep consuming my brain, it's great.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

"Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence" is still going strong! (And probably always will, I love that one the most...) "Dubious Consent" got a lot of use this year, though.

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

Charlotte, with Airi right behind her! :D Oh, but writing Lucifer helped my writing improve a lot too, I think. He's just a really fascinating character, and his conflicting desires (shared by Charlotte and Airi) are fun to write.

Oh, but speaking of conflicting desires, Diarmuid in In the Bedchamber was an absolute blast as well. Love this chivalrous knight with the soul of an untamed wolf...

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Taikogane Sadamune, you're a delightful menace with all your flirting but I swear if I have to delay posting your intro to Airi's harem for the third time running, I'll--

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Definitely more Belial/Djeeta, Belial/Lucifer and Griffith/Charlotte! But also I'd like to try my hand at Griffith/Guts or even Guts/Charlotte. And who knows, maybe there are others I haven't thought of yet...

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

I tend to reread my fic to catch errors, but for the sheer pleasure of reading I've read "Dance and Yearn for Love (In a Trance)" the most. Sengo Muramasa brings out such interesting, and often conflicting, reactions out of Airi just by being himself. And Mutsunokami does too! Plus getting to explore the complexities of religion and sexuality is just weirdly fascinating to me.

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