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theconstantsidekick · 11 months

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Randy's Donuts In A Suit Of Armor

Pairings: Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), Natasha Romanoff x Stark!Reader (little bit of flirting)

Genre: A bickering fluffy look back at the good times.

Summary: Tony just wanted a goddamn donut after wrecking the shit out of his birthday party by being an asshole. He tried to throw himself a donut-themed pitty party but the universe is never that kind.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Death, Hints of Suicidal Ideations, Mentions of Past Trauma.

a/n: dedicated to my dear reader @third-broparcelicito who wrote a whole-ass essay for me which kept me going through a rough time. Thank you so much.

sidenote: I just missed Tony a lot, ok?

“Sir! I’m gonna have to ask you to exit the donut.”

And man if that doesn’t throw Tony for a spin, cause when he looks down on the source of the voice, there stands a man in an all-black ensemble with a fucking eye-patch. If you don’t know where this is headed, in some ways Tony’s fucking jealous of you.

Reluctantly, he makes his way down and into Randy’s Donuts.

Seated opposite Fury in a booth that feels all too suffocating in his fucking suit made of gold-titanium alloy, with a coffee that was brewed at least two days ago sitting in front of him, and a giant-green-monster-who-tore-up-Harlem sized hangover crushing his head, he makes his displeasure at the situation known. “I told you I don’t wanna join your super-secret boy band.”

“No, no, no. See, I remember, you do everything yourself. How’s that working out for you?” Fury challenges.

“It’s… It’s… It’s…” Does it really look like he’s in the mood for a challenge? So, he deflects. “I’m sorry. I don’t wanna get off on the wrong foot. Do I look at the patch or the eye?” Lowering his sunglasses, he adds, “Honestly, I’m a bit hungover. I’m not sure if you’re real or if I’m having—”

Leaning in, Fury replies, “I am very real. I’m the realest person you’re ever gonna meet.”

Well, fuck, he thinks.

“Just my luck.” He looks over at the counter, “Where’s the staff here?”

The movement gives a full on show of his… situation? Yeah. Situation, let’s go with that. Fury gets a view of the situation he has at hand.

Fury’s hand comes flying to his neck, where he presumes his situation has become evidently concerning because then Fury says, “That’s not looking so good.”

“I’ve been worse.” He’s lying… kind of. The only thing he’s seen worse than this was back in the cave, which as is infamously known, not the best so, yeah. He’s kinda lying.

Anyway, what Tony sees next makes him want to spit his coffee out. Only thing stopping him is the fact that he might spit it on Fury and he doesn’t really wanna die in Rusty’s Donuts, hungover and shamed. He’d rather let the palladium poisoning take him out.

“We’ve secured the perimeter but I don’t think we should hold it for too much longer.”

Well, fuck times two.

Looking over the top of his glasses in complete and utter disbelief, trying and failing awfully to contain his shock at this absolutely, “Huh,” he says. “You’re… fired.”

“That’s not up to you,” Replies Natalie—who is definitely not Natalie, from Legal, cause she’s wearing a full on S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent bodysuit and currently in the process of taking a seat next to Fury.

“Tony, I want you to meet Agent Romanoff,” Fury introduces her with what seems like giddy excitement? Who even knows. He’s a fucking spy, Tony trusts nothing about him. Fuck Tony thinks maybe he doesn’t trust anyone anymore, especially since Natalie Rushman is actually Agent Romanoff, who says the perimeter is secure.

“Hi,” Tony replies, while facepalming in some more shame.

“I’m a S.H.I.E.L.D. shadow. Once we were informed that you’re ill, I was tasked to you by Director Fury,” Natalie, fuck! No. Not Natalie. Agent Romanoff explains.

“I suggest you apologize,” Tony says looking her dead in the eyes.

“I agree, Nat,” Comes another voice, and like, honestly? At this point he’s DYING to die at the hands of the palladium cause living has brought him no joy whatsoever. Not when his sister is just… everywhere. “You deceived me,” She says as she slides in to sit next to Tony. “You made me fall in love. I was going to marry you. We were going to have two adorable little children and live a long happy life as that weird family at the end of the most suburban lane with the lesbian moms and their adopted asian babies. You really should apologize.” She steals his coffee and takes a sip, stopping only for a second to make a face of pure disgust. “You broke my heart. Oh and, the perimeter is very much not secure… The north exit? Wesley I think his name was? Yeah, he’s down.”

“How did you—” Natali—fuck. Not Natalie is about to ask something that Y/n can very obviously not answer honestly, so he cuts in.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I wanted a donut,” Y/n replies easily, like it’s the most boring thing in the world.

“You wanted a donut?” Huh?

“It’s a Pavlovian response; whenever I feel a deep, profound sense of disappointment I crave a donut, because you give me a fucking ‘apology donut’ everytime you disappoint me… which is really often.” She says it with air quotes and all.

“I don’t do it that often,” Tony tries to defend.

“You do it often enough for me to develop a fucking Pavlovian reponse to it, don’t you?”

“You’re making shit up, there is no chance in hell that I do it that often. I’m the pinnacle of siblinghood. I’m absolutely the best brother anyone could ask for, ever, and you know it,” He argues because well, he is.

“A pinnacle?” She scoffs. “The only thing you’re the pinnacle of is being a self-destructive asshole.”

And what kinda shit is that to say to your beloved brother? Honestly, that’s just disrespectful if you ask him.

“Guess who I learned it from,” He throws back… like a self-destructive asshole.

“Hey, hey, HEY!” Fury shouts as if he’s trying to quiet the two bickering children. Which, yeah, he might as well be doing just that. “I’m not here to take part in your bullshit. I’m here, cause you’ve been very busy. You made your girl your CEO, donated half your shares to your sister, you’re giving away all your stuff. You let your friend fly away with your suit. Now, if I didn’t know better—”

“You don’t know better,” Tony cuts him off. “I didn’t give it to him. He took it.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Fury exclaims in the most mocking tone known to mankind. “He took it? You’re Iron Man and he just took it? The little brother walked in there, kicked your ass and took your suit?” He turns to Nata—Agent Romanoff (fuck!), adding, “Is that possible?”

Ever so slyly, she replies, “Well, according to Mr Stark’s database security guidelines, there are redundancies to prevent unauthorized usage.” She looks right at him, with a challenge in her eyes that unsettles Tony… this might just be the start of a beautiful friendship.

“What do you want from me?” He asks. Cause, come on. He’s doing the best that he can, given the cards that have been dealt.

“I don’t want anything from you—” He shrugs, almost reassessing his statement and deciding to roll with it. “Mostly nothing. You should be asking her instead.” He points to Y/n, meanwhile Nat—(motherfucker!) Agent Romanoff gets up and walks out. “She’s the one who called us in.”

“YOU DID WHAT?” Tony’s about to blow his fucking gasket.

But Y/n is calmer than ever, which if you know her is the most normal thing for her. “You’ve been behaving exactly the way you did when you got chicken-pox and thought you were going to die.” She turns to face him. “You’re exacerbating the problem by scratching away at the poxes like there is no tomorrow meanwhile giving away all your toys to people you love and leaving goodbye notes.” He almost forgot about that one, fuck. “I hate to break it to you, but Howard might have returned your G.I. Joe action figure, but Rhodey sure as shit not giving the suit back.” He remembers that. He had to beg Dad to give the toy back. Howard had only given it back because he’d made mom intervene.

She shakes her head with a sort of disappointment then. “I don’t even want to think about how concerning it is that your self-destructive patterns haven’t changed a bit since you were four fucking years old.”

Before he can respond, Fury cuts in, “You have become a problem, a problem I have to deal with. Contrary to your belief, you are not the center of my universe. I have bigger problems than you in the southwest region to deal with.” What happens next, Tony has no time to register. There’s barely a second long pause before Fury looks up and commands, “Hit him.”

Suddenly there’s something being injected into his neck and his body is almost on fire from it. “Oh, God, are you gonna steal my kidney and sell it?” Fidgeting with his hands around the neck he looks up at Nata—goddamn it! He looks up at Agent Romanoff who holds the now empty injection in her hands, he says, “Could you please not do anything awful for five seconds” He looks back at Fury, “What did she just do to me?”

“What did we just do for you,” He corrects. “That’s lithium dioxide. It’s gonna take the edge off. We’re trying to get you back to work.”

“Give me a couple of boxes of that. I’ll be right as rain,” Tony says.

“It’s not a cure, it just abates the symptoms,” Agent Romanoff explains.

“Doesn’t look like it’s gonna be an easy fix,” Fury comments.

And you know what? He’s been ambushed twice in this conversation by people he thought he knew. And that’s not even counting the random injection of a so-called cure into him. So yeah, he’s a little short on patience. “Trust me, I know,” He says, with enough distaste that it makes Fury lean back. “I’m good at this stuff. I’ve been looking for a suitable replacement for palladium. I’ve tried every combination, every permutation of every known element.”

Fury leans back in, looks him in the eyes and says, “Well, I’m here to tell you, you haven’t tried them all.”

That stumps him for a second. Because, well you see, Tony’s been convinced he’s dying of this thing, this thing in his chest that while being absolutely foreign is an integral part of him now. He’s dying of the thing that he made to save himself and that’s been consuming his every waking (and most of his sleeping) hour. He had prepared himself for the worst, ready to face the bitter end, rotting from the inside out. It was a fitting way to go, he’d thought. The rot outside of him will have matched his insides. But that was his hubris.

How could he have thought he could decide to give up on his own life, as if he didn’t share it with someone. That too with someone who was just a little bit more stubborn than him.

Suddenly, “All that remains is the matter of your signature,” Na—Agent fucking Romanoff says from next to them as she places a document in front of Y/n. “Just sign here and here, and we’re good to go.”

The tone of the room changes in an instant. He has seldom seen his sister uncomfortable, so you best believe he senses the change coming from miles away.

“Signature for what? What the hell is this?” Tony asks, completely confounded.

Y/n shifts uncomfortably in her seat, “I gave you my word, we shook hands—that should be more than enough. I don’t do documentation. You know that,” she says looking at Fury.

“You don’t do digital documentation,” He pushes the papers closer to her. “This is analog.”

Tony’s had enough.

“What the fuck are these for?” He asks, loudly.

“Integration of Y/n Stark as a S.H.I.E.L.D. Liaison,” Agent Romanoff replies easily.

He turns to his sister. “Ah. Of course, I’m the self-saboteur in the family. The only one.”

“Tony—”

He’s not in the mood to listen to her bullshit. “What the actual fuck, Y/n? Have you fucking lost your mind? You want to be a fucking liaison for S.H.E.I.L.D?”

“Are these rhetorical questions or are you hoping for a response?” The nonchalance in her attitude pisses him off even more.

“Where is all this attitude coming from, young lady? You really think this is a situation where you should be running your mouth—”

“Oh my fucking god! Tony! What the hell was I supposed to do? You were dying, literally being poisoned by this thing in your fucking chest and I was supposed to do what? Sit back and watch?”

“Do not put this on me. This is not on me! How is this on me? This is a decision you made! By yourself!”

“I didn’t make it in a fucking vaccume, did I—?”

“Everything is my fault? All of it? I am not taking responsibility for your stupidity—”

“—MY STUPIDITY?!! You’re the one who put decided to put a fucking magnet in your chest, jerkface—not me!”

“I’m sorry my solution to being blown up by a missile was inconvenient for you—a missile which by the way had my own fucking name on it—I didn’t have much choice in the matter—”

“UUUGGGGHHHHH! FUCK!! Here we go again. Here we go for the millionth time—”

“—On account of me being held prisoner in the fucking desert!”

“Are we still milking that? Really? Are all your future crimes absolved cause you were kidnapped‚—”

“I wasn’t kidnapped, I was abducted! And do you think I liked—”

“You did like it! You said it yourself, you narcissist—”

“That was a fucking joke, Lincoln Lawyer!”

“How was I supposed to know that?”

“You’re telling me you can’t gauge tone difference now? Really? You childish little shit—”

“You’re a fucking childish little shit—”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Fury shouts. “Shut up—” he cuts off any protest from the siblings before it even forms, “—the both of you. I’ll make you regret it if you don’t.” He fixes them with a look which makes the two Starks silently climb back off of each other and take their seats; once again a part of polite society. This must please Fury to some degree, because he clears his throat before continuing, “Now, here’s the deal, you both will sort this little quarrel out on your own damn time.” He looks over at Y/n, “And you have to sign this, we need proof of some sort. Besides, you will have access to some of the nastiest secrets known man, there has to be some sense of accountability? If you catch my drift?” Reluctant as ever, Y/n just grits her teeth in displeasure but remains otherwise silent. Fury takes this as her assent and moves on to him, “And you! She did this cause you were being a little shit about all of this. So, just be a little nicer maybe?” When Tony remains silent as well he takes that to be an agreement too. He gets up and out of his seat, brushes himself off and then begins to walk away, stopping only for a second to say, “I’ll see you crazy kids back at your place.” With that Fury is gone, and Agent Romanoff along with him.

There is a short silence between the two. It’s something like tense, but not really.

Tony decides to break it. “You didn’t have to do this, you know?”

He can feel her shrug next to him. “Eh, it was for the best.”

“How?” Tony questions. “You hate all this spy stuff.”

She leans back, hands back in her pocket. “I actually kinda love the spy stuff. I just kinda sorta hate S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“Then why go back?”

There is a beat before she replies, “You were suffering. I hate watching you hurt.”

Af if he didn’t know that. The woman burnt the books that gave him paper cuts.

He sighs. “We could’ve fixed it… found a way. We would have.”

“That was the whole problem, Tones. Ever since you’ve put on the damn suit we haven’t been ‘we’. It’s been you in the suit, you in the lab, you alone.

“That’s not—”

She cuts him off even before he has the chance. “And I understand that I can’t be there all the time and I understand that maybe it wasn’t your intention to cut me off, but none of what you’ve done with regards to all this has been a unanimous decision.”

“I—” he takes a second to reassess before he says anything further, because yeah, maybe she isn’t wrong. Cause right now her breath smells of cigarette smoke and she did just decide to sign herself away to an organization she had come to despise. That would all seem like an overreaction if Tony hadn’t been acting alone, especially from Y/n who is, for all intents and purposes, the most chill person he knows. So, yeah, maybe he fucked up a little bit. So he says, “I—I’m sorry.” He licks his lips. “I was a little too focused on not pulling you back into all this that I just ignored that fact that I was pushing you away all together.” Fuck. He takes a breath. “It’s always us against the world.” He knocks on his suit,”This tin-can won’t change that.”

She looks over at him then, “I know.” She smiles a little “We’re good.”

Nodding, he smiles too. “So, what now? You gonna sign these?” He asks, pointing at the papers in front of them.

“Yep,” she replies, popping the ‘p’ at the end.

“You think Fury will back out of helping me if you don’t?”

“No, no I don’t,” she answers. “But I’ll sign it anyway.”

“Why?”

“I need the access to the intel that they have.”

Tony has to laugh at that, “Oh yeah, you need them to gather intel. It’s not like you have a whole secret network of informants around the world or anything”

She rolls her eyes with a fond smile. “Yeah well, it’s more than that, okay? There’s something going on at S.H.I.E.L.D. Fury’s planning something.”

“What?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I need this,” she pulls the papers towards her. Pulling out a pen, she signs them. “I gotta be on the inside to figure it out.”

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lillylvjy · 6 months

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And i could be (anything you need)

a/n// finally part 2! Lord this took longer to put out but I’ve been busy busy, so pleaseee enjoy this, it’s a little funky…. But self indulgent so not surprised.

warnings// making out, arguing, yelling?, confessions, Wilma being kinda a bitch but she’s also stubborn so, Wilbur’s a cockblock!, reader has a brother.

edited: barely.

wc// 1.7k

wilma gold x reader, wilma gold x gn!reader

Go read part 1

THE SMILEEEEEE-

“You had sex?!”

“Can you be quiet?!” You quickly placed your hand against your brothers mouth as your eyes widened.

“Who had sex and with who?” You heard Wil race down the steps as he came into the kitchen.

“Great, look what you did!” You sighed as you placed your head against the kitchen counter, hiding yourself from the two men in front of you.

“Oh shush, he was going to find out sooner rather than later.” Aidan said as he hit your shoulder, Wil coming around the island and wrapping his arms around your brother.

“What’s going on?” Wil asked yet again, as you lifted your head up and sighed.

“Wanna tell him?” Aidan raised his eyebrow at you as you groaned and started walking around the kitchen.

“Jesus I’m so stupid, yet she was so captivating! Like all she had to do was look at me and bam! On my knees in seconds-“

“Wha-“

“Shush, they’re getting there.” Aidan gently placed a hand on his arm as he watched with an amused smile as you paced and spoke out loud.

“And like, it would make it better if she was bad, but fucking hell, she practically changed my life last night.” You ranted as you moved your arms around, exasperating everything that you said.

“Ok, what are you talking about?” Wilbur asked as you ran your hands through your hair and sighed.

“I-“

“Wil?!” You heard a familiar voice shout from the front door, eyes widening and panic taking over.

“Seems like I’m about to find out.”

“Oh my god-“

“This is about to get good!” Aidan exclaimed as he let go of Wil’s hand and comes over to you, gently pushing you to the dining table, sitting you down on the chair that was pulled out.

“I need to hide.” You said in a whisper as you frantically looked around and got ready to launch yourself up, stopping when you felt Aidan’s hand on your arm.

“You’ll be fine. Just stay here, hear her out, maybe have a little love confession, and bam! You’re all good!” Aidan exclaimed as he smiled down at you.

“Good?! I could barely face a conversation with her when we just “hated” each other, and now after we- this is not going to go well.” You said in a whisper as Wil left to go get his sister, internally panicking as time passed.

A couple seconds pass as you heard footsteps make their way to the kitchen in a hurry, Wil trying to calm the woman down as you tried to hide yourself in any way you could.

“Wil, I really need you to-“ Her words stopped as she saw you sitting at the dining table, mouth open and staring at you as you look down at the floor. “What are they doing here?”

You scoff at her words as you looked up at her with hard eyes, softly shaking your head. “Really? So we’re back to status quo?”

“Yup ok! That’s our queue Wil-“

“Wait what?!”

“Fucking go!” Aidan harshly whispered as he pushed Wilbur out of the kitchen. You watched as they quickly left, then returned your gaze to the women in front of you.

She had a white sweater on with a black turtle neck underneath for extra warmth, baggy blue jeans on with wool socks. You frowned at the cloth covering her neck but quickly went back to a straight face as she furrowed her brows at you.

“What do you mean ‘status quo’?” Wilma asked as she crossed her arms and looked at you with as much confusion as she could muster.

You sighed as rubbed your face with your hands. “This. Us. Are we just going to continue to hate each other? Or are we going to be honest with each other for once?” You asked her as you stood up from the chair and made your way towards her.

Wilma shook her head as she looked at the floor, “What do you mean?! Aren’t we always honest?! That’s why we hate each other, yes?”

You scoff as you walk around the island and stood across from her. “So you’re saying, what we did last night didn’t mean anything to you? You didn’t feel anything?”

Wilma’s expression softened as she heard the genuine hurt in your words, hating how much it effected her after she put up so many walls. She knew something like this would happen and change how you both acted and felt, she just didn’t know it’d turn to this.

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you’re acting like it!”

“Maybe because I’m afraid that you don’t feel the same and it’s taking all of me to keep it together and not walk over there and kiss you!”

Everything was silent. Maybe it was the snow absorbing all the sound around you outside, or maybe it was because you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what to think, you just stood there staring at her, soaking in her confession like it was a fresh body of water and you jumped right in.

Wilm just stared at you, eyes hard as her lips pursed and waited for you to speak, or to say anything. Just a word or even a sigh.

“Say something.”

“Why don’t you come over and kiss me instead?”

Wilma’s eyes widened as those words came out of your mouth and into the steady air. You wanted her to actually kiss you? Like… on the lips?

Once she saw your eyes soften and and fill with want and longing, she knew you meant it. Her feet thought for her as she started to move around the counter towards you. Turning to face her, your back against the counter, in a blink of an eye, lips were placed roughly on yours as hands gripped and pulled at your waist. Your hands lifted from your sides and you placed your arms around her neck and tangled your hands in her hair and pulled when needed.

Groaning into your mouth, Wilma moved her hands down your body to the back of your thighs and lifted you up to sit on the counter. Wrapping your legs around her waist as she moved closer and closer until she was flushed against you.

The kiss quickly escalated as Wilma’s kisses moved down and turned into bites as her lips met your neck, making marks over the ones that were already there, whining and whimpering as she did.

“Don’t have sex in our kitchen, please and thank you!” You heard Wilbur whisper from the hallway.

“Have you guys been there the whole time?!” You yell out to the couple Wilma hid her face in your neck.

You heard footsteps approach the kitchen with a sigh, revealing Aidan dragging Wil with him. “Yes we were, but only to make sure nothing bad happened but, seems like we’re all good so, we’ll be over in the living room if you need us! And yes, please don’t have sex in our kitchen, if you need to theirs like 4 other rooms you can use with beds!” Aidan yelled as he dragged Wil yet again into the living room, leaving you and Wilma to your own devices.

Giggling, the hand in Wilms hair started to rub and run through as she left small pecks on your neck. “So?”

“So.”

“Does the Wilma Gold have a crush on me?” You asked her as you lifted her head by cupping her chin your your hand.

“Hmm maybe, what about it?” She asked as you smiled at her and kissed her nose.

“Hmm what if I told you that I have a little crush on you, Miss Gold?” You asked as she raised an eyebrow at you and leaned closer.

“Well first I’d ask if your being honest,”

“Which I am-“

“Yeah yeah, I know! I can tell when you lie trust me darling.”

“Wait what-“

“Ah! Let me finish. Then I would ask if your free this Saturday after the market so I could either take you out to a restaurant or make you some dinner. And if you were and it went well, maybe I’ll ask you to be my girlfriend.” Wilma finishes off as she rubs her hands up and down your thighs and waist, caressing as much as she can while she leaves little kisses on your face and neck, never getting enough of you.

“Hmm and what if I said yes to all of those things?” You asked as you caressed her cheek with your thumb, lifting her face to look at you directly.

“The rest is for the future love. We let future us worry about that.” Wilma said as she lifted you off the counter and placed you on the ground. “Though, if you did say yes to being my girlfriend we may have a repeat of last night.”

“Hmm than just ask me now-“

“Ok are you guys done being horny and in love? I’m hungry and I want to make breakfast.” Wilbur came into the kitchen with a slightly annoyed Aidan behind.

“He’s worse than me.” Aidan mumbled out for only you and Wilma to hear as he goes over to help Wil. You both laugh at the passing comment as Wilma let go of you and took your hand to lead you around the island to her previous spot.

Wrapping her arms around your waist, she rest her head on your shoulder as you both watched the two in front of you bake, holding onto her linked hands.

“I love you, you know that right?” Wilma whispered to you as you rested your head against hers.

“Mhm, and I love you.”

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midnightsun-if · 7 months

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Hi! I just want to say right off the bat that this isn’t a criticism or an attack on you in any way. I absolutely adore the world and characters you’ve created, and you seem like a delightful person based on how you respond to asks.

Anyways, I love Scarlett. My favorite archetype of all time is the Ice Queen with a hidden heart of gold. When I first found this if, she was the one I wanted to romance the most. Then I found out she’s gender locked and I’m not gonna lie, I was pretty disappointed. It just kinda sucks when one of the most popular romance options isn’t available to you, you know? It’s not like you can just ignore them either, they’re still gonna be present in the story and since they’re super popular a lot of the asks are gonna be about them too. I know I can always just create a female MC just to romance her, but it just doesn’t feel genuine to me.

If I had to guess, I’d say that that’s probably why a lot of people are simping for Cienna (even though I personally am not really interested). They share a lot of the same characteristics, and as far as I know, Cienna doesn’t have a set sexuality which means anyone can romance her (in this hypothetical game where she’s a romance option).

I guess at the end of the day I’m just curious why you decided to make only two of the romance options exclusive when the rest of the cast is more fluid. Again, I’m really not trying to sound insulting or like I’m attacking you, I’ve been following this blog since the very first post and I’ll still be a fan no matter what you do. I’m just a little disappointed and was curious to hear your thought process. Thanks!

A lot of my reasonings actually tie into her backstory (or a couple big ones, I should say)— so I can’t really go into that, but I will say that Scarlett, like Koda, just didn’t fit with the more fluid archetype like the other ROs. I knew that there’d be a possibility that same readers would either get turned off Midnight Sun because of that or grow annoyed due to it (not saying that you are, of course).

My choice mainly just boiled down to me understanding Scarlett, who she is, and what her sexuality means to her in a sense (I suppose). I settled on it because I felt, in my heart, that it was what was best for Scarlett, and what would make her character ring the most true (if that makes sense). Originally, she was going to be gender selectable, but I just didn’t connect well with the character and couldn’t figure out why— until I started writing for just Scarlett and fleshing out her backstory and the various nuances that make her who she is. In fact, the original character that Scarlett was is so far removed from who she is now that it’s almost a different person altogether. I’m happy with how much Scarlett has evolved and it may seem dumb to some people, but a lot of that had to do with figuring out her sexuality and what would overall work for her and for her involvement in Midnight Sun altogether.

I just decided to do what was best for the story, for Scarlett, and honestly for a lot of peoples reading experience in general, because if I felt disconnected from my character, I couldn’t imagine how you all would have felt interacting with said character.

And I know you’re not trying to be insulting at all! You’re curious, which is completely understandable. I hope that some of my reasons make sense in the grand scheme of things— I wish I could go into more of deeper ones, but I don’t want to spoil anything. Hopefully this’ll be enough to satiate some of said curiosity though! ❤️

#midnight sun #asks #ro: scarlett voltaire

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planets-and-prose · 7 months

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9 Lines, 9 People Tag Game

Thanks to @k-v-briarwood and @the-down-upside-finch for the tags!

Context: Briar and Semira know that Achaemenes is part fey and they're trying to figure out if he's part of the disappearances happening on campus.

Now that Achaemenes knew what was going on exactly, he was a lot more comfortable in this office. “So, where’s the interrogation?” he asked, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. “Who’s the good cop, who’s the bad cop? Unless you just wanna drop that, cuz it won’t take that to get me to talk. I don’t give a shit now.”

“’Now’? What changed?” the dark-skinned woman—Dr. Adams?—asked.

“Oh. I wasn’t sure why I got dog person vibes from them in class,” Achaemenes began, pointing to Briar, “but now I know the vibes weren’t off. You don’t have a dog, you are one. Kinda. Part time.”

“I—wh?! You don’t—know that!” Briar sputtered.

“So,” Achaemenes continued as if he’d never heard Briar’s objection, “she’s not gonna kill me. She’s palling around with a werewolf, and technically, I’m not even fey, so if she won’t kill you, she won’t kill me. Besides, killing me in her office? On campus? That’s probably the actual worst murder plot. I figured you guys were at least going to take me out into the woods.”

“I don’t kill before I know that I’ve gotta. But how do I know you’re not lying about any of this? If you’re not full fey, you can lie more reliably,” Dr. Adams pointed out.

“Give her a gold star or whatever you do for good students,” Achaemenes told Briar, pointing at Dr. Adams. “I can. But I don’t. For one, it makes me feel like shit, lying’s like…whatever you all find stressful. I feel like you looked when I outed you as a wolf,” he said in Briar’s direction. “And, for two, I really don’t care enough to lie to you two. If you decide to try and get me in some sort of trouble for being fey, Briar -- I’m sorry, Professor Rackham-- is my collateral. That wolf pack in the woods has fucked up a lot more shit, at least in the eyes of cops and monster hunters, than fey have.”

“The werewolves aren’t why people are disappearing,” Briar pointed out, tone more hostile and accusing than Dr. Adams’. They seemed uncomfortable at people knowing about their wolfy secret, and that gave Achaemenes confidence.

“People have been disappearing for forever, but now that it’s the college kids everyone’s all up in arms. How do you think that cult commune thing started?” he asked rhetorically. But Dr. Adams and Briar just looked at each other, confused.

Now for the people to tag... let's go with @maddstermind @halleyuhm @n1ghtcrwler @acertainmoshke @lettersandinkstains @abalonetea @qelizhus @theknightswhosay and @violetcancerian - soft tags as always, and I'm so sorry if some of y'all don't know my writeblr! I just love y'all's shit.

#more continuing ed excerpts #continuing ed sots #oc: achaemenes #oc: kay #my ocs #my writing #tag game #thanks for the tag!

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Was a calm and sunny day in naha, okinawa and certain karate teacher assistant was cleaning up the dojo when he heard the sound of footstep and a joy voice

"ryuunosuke!"-on that moment he felt someone was hugged him and he saw a bluenette girl-"happy birthday!"

"hi Kururi"-he said to the girl who smiled at him and he heard other voice

"god Rui... i'm sorry for my sister Ryuunosuke san"-Aoba Yamamura (dressed with black and revealing summer clothes who showed a tattoo of red spider lilies and white lilies on his stomach) approached them both but he was a little smile bow bowing politely to ryuunosuke,after all Aoba considered him a friend and respected him maybe since he helped him with some guys who harassed him when he was in naha besides Kururi was fond of him

"hahaha you don't believe your own word,i can see your smile"-Said Kururi and she turned to see Ryuunosuke-"but Ryuunosuke me and my brother want give you a birthday gift"-she said and Aoba take out of her black cloth bag an objet giving it to ryuunosuke

A little statue of a gold lion

"I was shopping with Kururi and when she saw this she wanted give it to you and i was agreed"-she explain and Kururi smiled proud of herself

"yeah.... i'm sorry ryuunosuke san but me and nii san will go now,we will go to the beach so goodbye"-Kururi said and she walked away with her brother

It was a normal day helping out to sweeping the floor of somee dusts all over and then he was surprised that he met familiar faces from somewhere and it turned to be the Yamamura siblings, well at least Aoba that he saved him long time ago and he did also met his sister Kururi after. “Not at all, I’m just happy to see your sister being fond of me. You can say it’s normal to be hugged by her” He remembered it’s been a long time he have seen Yamamura siblings and it’s very nice to see them again feeling great. Moreover, I t seems they come all this way to Naha to give him a gift for his birthday

He took the golden lion statue from Aoba then look at it as it looks astonishing “woah! is this for me? it may looks small it I feel like it’s kinda expensive. Is this really expensive?” He asked in a bit of worry if they actually purchase a small golden statue with a high price. He would feel guilty to receive it, honestly but of course he couldn’t reject their gift so he will try to cherish it and hopefully wouldn’t to try break it in the future “Thanks for the gift, Aoba-san and you too Kururi-chan. You’ve picked out the coolest gift I’ve ever had. The next time your birthday is coming up, I’m definitely gonna give you and your brother the coolest gift as call it even” he thanked them, showing his warm smile while gently patting Kururi’s head like a kind older brother

The three are having brief but not too long conversion about each other of how they were doing. He was glad to know there weren’t anything bad happened to Aoba & Kururi aside they daily lives in Kumamoto and quietly did a playful gesture of asking Aoba if he was in contact with his rival. He was curious if the rumors were true about his relationship with him but Aoba have nothing to say except just brushes him off with embarrassment and told it’s none of his business.

Sadly the Yamamura siblings had to leave right away to the beach but surely he understand they want to spend time together of having memorial day at the beach “You’re leaving already? ok have fun you two…and again thanks for the gift……ah! Aoba-san when you get back to your home, tell your team Kunio and Natsume that I say “hi”. My team can wait to battle against your team soon! We may be friendly but we ain’t gonna lose to you!” Ryuunosuke waves them goodbye and declare his determination to fight them in DRB”

As they were about to head out from the dojo, he call them out “by the way, i have my best buddy works at the beach so if you guys get into trouble, Kyō will be there to help. Trust me, he’s a reliable guy! but uh……make sure he was able to spot you two from a lot of women”

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #naha division #wild shīnu #oc division #ryuunosuke sekiguchi #birthday gifts from others #thanks for the gift!

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This may be a bit odd of a request but it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while now. Could you write a fic where the rampion crew is somewhere where there would normally be fire. (Like a camping trip or just somewhere where fire would be normal.) and they all kinda forget that Cinder doesn’t like fire, and that it kinda freaks her out. So they are having this fire and cinder starts freaking out and Kai has to take her away from the fire and help her calm down. Thanks!!

Thanks for the request! This was lots of fun.

Mind Reader

Summary: The whole Rampion Crew gets together for a reunion of sorts about a year after SOSN. Kai momentarily forgets about Cinder’s fear of fire. (WC: 2.5k)

The sky beyond the trees of the Benoit farm was pink, tinting the clouds a soft gold. Kai could hardly take his eyes off the progression of the sky, marveling at how much closer the clouds here felt than the ones back home. He thought that, if he tried hard enough, he could reach up and touch one.

Beside him, Cinder clutched his hand, fingers intertwined with his. He squeezed her hand, turning his gaze from the angelic sky to look at her, face bathed in golden light and eyes bright with happiness. He was about to say something when Thorne—curse him—snagged Cinder’s attention away.

“Turn the heart eyes off for a moment, your majesticness,” Thorne said, nudging Cinder’s shoulder hard. He pointed at a tree, his hand raised in the air, displaying his missing fingers. “How much do you bet I can climb to the top of that tree?”

“I will never in my life bet anything that you can climb,” Cinder drawled. “Let alone a tree.”

Thorne made a face. “Is this because I’m missing fingers? You don’t think I can climb a tree without them?”

“Please, Thorne,” Scarlet cut in, knife in hand as she cut vegetables at a small camp table. “Not this again.”

“She’s just bitter we won’t let her in the club,” Thorne replied. He stood and placed his hands on his hips, glaring down at Cinder. Kai wrapped his arm around her. “I’m sorry, Cinder, but we took it under consideration, and the cyborg hand cancels out the lack of a hand of flesh and bone.”

“For the millionth time, Thorne, there is no stupid club,” Scarlet said, pointing her knife at him like a witch would a wand.

“And even if there were,” Cinder added, “I wouldn’t want to be in it.”

Thorne turned his gaze to Kai, giving him a look that seemed to ask whether he wanted to go to war with him or not. Kai simply shook his head, and Thorne stomped off, head turning every which way until he found Cress, who was having her hair braided by Winter.

Kai leaned toward Cinder, his lips brushing her ear. “You were pretty bitter when he said he wouldn’t let you be a member of the missing fingers club,” he teased. Cinder rolled her eyes and turned to him.

“You’re just butt-hurt that you weren’t even taken into consideration.”

“How could I be?” Kai postulated, sliding a little closer on the wooden bench. “I’m not—” he held up both hands, wiggling his fingers “—missing any fingers.”

“We could change that,” Cinder whispered, leaning her face closer to his. “I don’t know which method you prefer—gunshot, ax, whatever—but we could make it happen.”

“Hmm,” Kai hummed. His nose brushed hers. Cinder’s lashes fluttered. “Those are some tempting options. But I think I’ll pass for now. Maybe some other time?”

“Sure,” Cinder breathed, lips barely brushing his. Her hand reached up to entangle with his, pulling his arm tighter about her neck. Kai’s eyes closed for only a second, then startled open as someone plopped down beside him.

Kai turned, his heart pounding, having forgotten where he was, to see Wolf. He looked forlorn, despite the tuft of hair Winter—or possibly Cress—had braided with purple ribbon and the festive floral-print button down Thorne had gotten them all. In his hand he held a beautifully red apple with a single bite taken out of it.

“Hey, Wolf.” Cinder smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Hi,” Wolf responded, taking another hesitant bite out of the apple. He grimaced, but continued munching on the fruit all the same. “Scar says if we make a fire we can have s’mores. You guys ever had those?”

“No,” Kai and Cinder said in unison. They looked at each other, goofy smiles tipping the corners of their lips up. Between growing up in a palace and a suspended-animation tank respectively, neither had gotten around to it.

“Oh, well,” Wolf said, “they’re good. You’ll like them.”

“I really wish,” Iko cut in, sitting on the bench beside Cinder and wrapping an arm around her waist, “that you guys would stop talking about how good food tastes while I’m around. It’s annoying.”

“Not as annoying as you,” Jacin said, walking toward the pit before them, a stack of wood in his arms. He wore a rare smile—or, at least, a smile that used to be rare. These days, it was more common than not, but Kai still found it odd to see the once-serious guard happy—carefree.

Iko stuck her tongue out at Jacin, but moved to help him all the same. Kai smiled as he watched his friends, all wearing the same ridiculous shirt Thorne had gotten them for their ‘reunion,’ laughing and talking and enjoying one another’s company again.

It had been Wolf, of all people, who’d suggested the get-together, saying how nice it had been to have everyone at the farm the year before for the wedding. They’d all agreed and decided to make it a thing: a gathering of war heros turned friends, coming together to reminisce and catch up and take a break from their regular—crazy—lives. Of course, they all saw one another from time to time. All of Thorne’s proclaimed ‘Rampion Crew’ was invited to the annual Commonwealth Ball, and most of them still traveled enough to see one another here and there, but the friends hadn’t had a gathering just to themselves since…well, since the war.

“I’m so happy we’re here,” Kai said, tapping the side of his head against Cinder’s.

“You’re not stressed?”

“Not at all,” Kai replied. “I know Torin’s got it all under control. And as excited as I am to marry you, it’s nice to just be with you and not have to make plans about how many guests we’re gonna have, and what colors will decorate the ballroom, and who will marry us.” Kai closed his eyes and released a breath. “It’s nice to just be here. With you, with friends.”

“Without the world watching us.”

“Yeah.”

“I feel…” Cinder paused, feeling out her words. “Young.”

Kai looked at her.

“I know it may sound strange, but I never…well, I never had friends. Or family, really. Except for Peony and Iko. But with everyone here tonight, it feels like home. It’s twilight and there’s laughter in the air and I love every single person who’s here.”

“Even Thorne?” Kai grinned.

Cinder laughed. “Yeah. Somehow.”

“I know what you mean,” Kai said. “About being young. It’s like being happy and light at the same time. Like we can make mistakes and the world won’t collapse in on itself.”

“Like that,” Cinder agreed. She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Exactly like that.”

The gang gathered together, Jacin building a fire as the rest settled in on benches surrounding the fire pit. They ate food that Scarlet and Wolf had prepared, and snuggled under quilts Michelle Benoit had made many moons ago. They swapped stories about time shared aboard the Rampion, near death experiences, and all the times that they’d made one another laugh when the world had felt bleak and lifeless.

When they had finished their food, Wolf handed them all little metal poles and placed a bowl of squishy puffs called marshmallows on the camp table. Scarlet and Thorne got to work, stabbing their mallows and moving them over the fire while the rest watched in awe as the white puffs turned golden. Cinder’s fingers tightened on Kai’s as Thorne’s once-beautiful marshmallow caught on fire. Kai laughed as Thorne blew out the flames, revealing a black-crusted mallow, but Cinder only drew herself closer to him.

“Do you want to make one?” Kai asked Cinder. She gave him a tight smile and shook her head. Kai looked at her quizzically, trying to gauge the shift in her mood. He’d seen her eyeing them with curiosity just minutes before, and he knew from almost a year of living together that she was not one to turn down new food experiences.

“Alright,” Kai finally said, shrugging. “I’m going to make one.”

Kai went to the camp table and gathered his supplies, stabbing a marshmallow onto his stick and taking two chocolate cookies as he’s seen Scarlet do for when his mallow was done. At the last second, he grabbed a third cookie for Cinder, knowing for a fact that this she would enjoy.

He raised his stick high above the flames, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees to achieve the optimal angle. He stared at the mallow until his eyes burned, from smoke or concentration he did not know. Leaning back a little, Kai looked around at his friends, smiling. There was Winter, weaving strands of gold through Iko’s blue and purple braids, and Scarlet beside her, talking about this and that as she ate her marshmallow. There was Cress, sitting on the dirt, cooking perfect mallow after perfect mallow and handing them to Wolf, the corners of his lips sticky and white. There was Thorne, who kept catching his marshmallows and fire and bringing them close to a scowling Jacin’s face to blow out for him, even as the once-guard complained that the cadet could easily do it himself. The world felt more whole than Kai had ever known it to be.

“Hey, supreme overlord,” Thorne called over the fire, drawing Kai from his thoughts. “Your puffball is on fire.”

“Oh stars,” Kai hissed, flicking his stick toward his face and blowing on his marshmallow.

Beside him, Cinder jumped, falling off the bench in her effort to get away from Kai. From around the fire, all his friends cried out, some jumping from their seats to get to Cinder. Kai stared for only a moment, then dropped his half-lit mallow into the fire.

“Cinder,” Kai said, hopping over the bench and kneeling beside her. “Cinder, what—”

“Sorry,” Cinder said. She sat up, and it was only then that Kai recognized the expression on her face. Behind the humiliation, she looked scared. “I just… I…”

And then it clicked.

Cinder was afraid of fire. She had been burned nigh unto death as a child, and to this day she still dreamt of those flames consuming her whole. How many times had Kai woken with her after such a nightmare? How many times had he seen her fear of fire written across her face. He felt like the biggest idiot on all of Earth and Luna.

“Are you okay?” Jacin asked, suddenly beside Kai. Iko knelt on Cinder’s other side, looking from Cinder to Kai, trying to figure out what had just happened.

“I’m fine,” Cinder said. She shook her head, shrugging off both Jacin and Iko’s concerns. “Really, guys. I’m fine. I just got freaked for a second.”

“Thought your boyfriend was going to burn your face off?” Thorne asked, extending a hand toward Cinder. She took it and he pulled her up. He tried to smile, but his eyes gave away his concern. “I would jump too.”

“Yeah,” Cinder said, giving them all a half-hearted smile. Jacin patted her on the shoulder, and they all moved back to their seats, leaving only Cinder and Kai standing. He looked at her, and it was then that he noticed that she was holding her right hand. Gently, he took it from her, noticing a small cut on her palm, already bleeding.

“Kai,” Cinder whispered, her voice tense. He knew she didn’t want him to draw attention to it—she didn’t want to bring the mood down.

He dropped her hand, giving her a look. “Come get water with me?” he proposed, picking up his water bottle and shaking it. "All this fire’s got me parched."

She gave him a grateful smile.

Together, the pair trapsed toward the backdoor of the Benoit farmhouse and into the kitchen. Once inside, Kai flicked on the lights and led Cinder to the kitchen table. He found a first aid kit in the bathroom and brought it to where Cinder was sitting.

“I’m sorry,” Kai said, head bent as he took Cinder’s hand, examining her bloodied palm. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Clearly I wasn’t. I mean, after all we’ve been through, you’d think I’d stop being such an idiot, but this just goes to show how dimwitted I can be.”

“Kai. It’s not your—”

“No, Cinder, it is. Dammit, I know you. I know that you hate fire. And yet there I was,” Kai looked up, meeting her eyes, “sitting there perfectly oblivious to you and your discomfort, and flinging something that scares you right at you.”

Kai dropped his gaze again. He rummaged through the first aid kit until he found an antiseptic wipe, then ripped it open, wishing for something stronger to release his anger on. He could feel Cinder watching him.

With careful fingers, he cupped her hand in his, rubbing the antiseptic over the cut, brushing away the blood and dirt until all that remained was a red, angry-looking cut about the length of his pinky nail. He uncapped a tube of ointment and squeezed a drop on the cut, then placed a bandaid on top. He held her hand in both of his own, thumbs smoothing over either end of the bandaid.

“You didn’t fling it at me,” Cinder whispered. She was looking at him, lips downturned. “I overreacted. I do that sometimes.”

“Don’t joke,” Kai said, squeezing his eyes shut. “I should have realized that you didn’t like the fire. I know you hate fire. But I forgot. I’m such an idiot.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Cinder admonished. She placed her free hand on Kai’s cheek, lifting his face so that he had no choice but to look at her. “I could have said something, but I thought I could manage my fear. This was in no way your mistake.”

“I should have known,” Kai said miserably.

“Kai,” Cinder said, her tone low and sweetly threatening. “I know you better than anyone in the world, but I don't always know what's going on inside your head. I don’t always remember every single detail about you, even when I know them. I can’t read your mind, and the same goes for you.”

Kai let out a breath. His eyes searched hers for any trace of lingering fear or any resentment, but found only fondness.

“I feel awful.”

Cinder laughed. “I know. I don’t know who thought it would be a good idea to make you a politician, because you are the words at disguising your emotions.”

“I can do it when I have to,” Kai grumbled, his cheeks turning pink.

“You can,” Cinder said, nodding. “But not with me. You’re all you when you’re with me. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

Kai grunted, but smiled all the same.

Cinder leaned forward and kissed him, trying to say everything he couldn’t seem to understand. She kissed him until all the frustration—the fear, the disappointment with himself—evaporated.

“Now,” Cinder said, her face inches from his, “what do you say we go back out there and you make me one of those s’mores?”

“Only if you make me sit on the ground,” Kai said.

“The Emperor of the Eastern Commonwealth upon his throne of dirt,” Cinder said. She gave him a peck on the cheek and took his hand, leading him out the back door. “You better not let the media hear about that one."

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nortoniloveu · 5 months

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credits to the artists who made these

a Norton Campbell x reader 01

Sauntering my soggy foot, step by step through the empty corridors , as glimpses of moonlight drizzled through the windows that were ornated with worn-down laced curtains that had left multiple forlorn silhouettes behind on the blood stained carpet.

Darn it Michiko, She had left me to rot and decompose in the dungeon, and I had to crawl through some filthy and abominable sewers for who knows how long, it was heinous! When the match started the sky was clear and lucid, but it seems to me now, it’s approximately nearing midnight already.

And I’m now lathered up in who knows what kind of dirty water, and my shoes are all damp, whilst abandoning a trail of wet prints on the carpet, I hope it dries up by tomorrow morning, otherwise I’ll have to do some major cleaning and transform myself into a janitor.

I’d rather if she had tied me up to the rocket chair before exiting with Helena.

The frigid breeze of the wind howled and I was alone in the hallway, as the darkness of the night dribbled through, so did my sight, I couldn’t see anything, not even faint silhouettes as the moon was now draped over with cloths and layers of grey mist, it was as if I was myopic.

It’s been quite a while now, I’m supposed to be in bed cosy, and smothered up in the tenderness of my sheets. Yet, I’ve lost my direction in this mansion, letting the cold wind devour me, as my endeavour to retrograde to my room diminished like dust.

I was lost completely, with my fingers all crooked up like a hollow and bent beartrap that wasn’t able to encapsulate their victim, but instead I was just freezing. Perhaps I should settle by a doorstep and hope someone I know opens that door or wait until dawn comes around to navigate back to the survivor's manor. I don’t have a match tomorrow anyways , so I guess it’ll be fine.

How did I even end up in this ordeal situation..

Miss.Nightingale should’ve made a map for simpletons like me, however considering that this is my first time escaping through the dungeon, maybe I’m supposed to learn to get used to it. Plus making a map with directions for a fellow lost survivor would be a waste of resources.

Maybe instead of just laying on the cold floor and doing nothing, I should try being productive.

Rummaging through the suitcase, I found a small matchbox, how convenient, if only I knew I had it there earlier then I can use it to head back to my room, but my jelly legs are too frail to walk and my noodle arms are refusing to move an inch now, might as well stay here.

I lit the match up gingerly, holding the match closely, as the gold gleam of the warm flame reflected upon my face, focusing on polishing the lacklustre stone I was working on earlier.

It was all silent, and all still, until I noticed a faint beaming of harsh light like a glaring eye emerged ahead of me, levitating in mid air.

“Don’t come near me! I don’t know what you are, but don’t come near me!” I yelled as my voice ricocheted through the empty corridor retrograding a few steps back to far away from the hollow eye that was bluntly scowling at me.

“Y/n, is that you?” said a familiar voice, “Edgar?” The enigma glowing beam from the lantern had turned into fireflies that enlightened my hopes in returning to my room and finding my way back.

Edgar, oh my paladin.. I’ll do anything to repay you from saving me in this dark scary ass abysmal cavern , thank god you came around, or else I’d really be staying here till six in the morning.

“Oh my lord, Y/n you’re drenched in water! “

“How’d you even end up here, Y/n, this is like the most isolated part of the manor,” he asked, gripping tight on the old-fashioned lantern, as his other was clenching on my briefcase.

What a gentleman..

“Well.. I escaped through the dungeon in Leo’s memory, and I kinda couldn’t find my way back, thank goodness you came around, why are you here anyways?”

“Oh well, it was supposed to be Norton’s night shift, however he’s been refusing to take his shifts lately , so I’m here to replace him,” the painter smiled softly.

Poor Edgar, how could Norton run off like that.. Now Edgar has to take his shift, I bet that sluggard would have casually ambulate through the corridors half-heartedly and head back to his room immediately to sleep, only Edgar would spend time to actually fill every floor gaps of the manor with scrutiny, if Edgar isn’t the most laudable man of the manor, I don’t know who is.

As Edgar rattled the doorknob, the chattering of magpies grew louder, until I was revealed safe and sound, right next to the painter.

“Oh Edgar,” Vera eyed me winking a bit, clapping her hands against each other, “ You’ve brought my daughter back, how lovely,”

“You’re finally back!” Martha beseeched pulling me into a tight hug,

“Well, if there isn’t anything then I’ll go now,” the painter exclaimed, “actually-” but before Fiona could finish, I slapped my hand belligerently against her mouth and bid my goodbyes as she struggled under my tong-like grip.

Finally, setting my hand free when the painter exited the room, “ Y/n is boy crazy now, You abused me because of a dumb painter!”.

“He’s not dumb! He’s artistic and so…charmistamic,” I exclaimed, floundering in the thought of him,

“Look! You’ve gone all heart eyes because of him,”

“I can say the same for you and Eli!”

“But I’m obviously a better option than Edgar, if you fell in love with me, it’d be understandable,” The priestess smirked, clapping her hand on her chest.

“YOU CAN’T EVEN PAINT, CAN YOU PAINT? CAN YOU PAINT?” I spat out of my mouth like an immature four year old.

“I didn’t know you had a paint fetish, geez” Martha cooed in giggling,

“Yeah, I heard a rumour that Edgar is in love with Luca,”

“If it’s true then Y/n can have both Luca and Edgar,”

“Oh my god shut up!”

“More the merrier!”

“ Y/n You owe us! We waited for you here for several hours!”

And then we all threw into a fit of laughter.

#nortoncampbellplsnoticeme #idv #nortoncampbell #edgar

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wee-snek · 6 months

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Storms We Cannot Weather

A Good Omens found poem, Crowley POV

(notes at the end)

(cited version here)

I used to sit all alone in the dark

You fall….and...

There was no reason. No explanation

I prayed that God would be forgiving

But...

Do you remember that day when we met?

Right from the start

I can’t quite explain... But the grace of your eyes can see good in me

Suddenly...my life doesn’t seem such a waste

Why aren’t you scared of me?

Why do you care for me?

So I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask. Neither should you.

And then...I fell in love with you...

You say that love is not that easy

Following their rules

Following the path of least resistance Bound by suffocating secrets

“This is Heaven, what I truly want”

But they don’t understand who you are

“How can I love when I’m afraid to fall?”

I believe there’s a way you can love me

Listen….we won’t tell anyone

They won’t get to us

You might think I’m incapable of loving a soul like yours

Still I say there’s a way for us

My darling, my sweetheart

You’ve been so lonely in the name of being holy

It’s not that the darkness can’t touch our lives

Yet there’s still this appeal The hopes of one day…

I don’t quite know how to say how I feel…

All the times I could have…

Oh I just want to….

I have loved you for a thousand years I will love you until my dying day You’re still my favourite

And I’m willing to break myself

Asking if you love me

Darling, don’t be afraid

We’ve nothing to prove We don’t need anything, or anyone

Is it possible to say….baby, let’s run away

We can escape….away from all of this It’s different this time

Just you and I

Just our hands clasped so tight Just kiss like real people do

‘Til all that remains is the arms of an angel

But love comes slow….and it goes so fast.

Is my timing that flawed?

Who are you to tell me who to be?

I don’t want your gold. If you don’t know that by now then you don’t know me that well.

You played the martyr for so long that you can’t do anything wrong

Some things never do change That’s the lesson that you teach me

In some sad way I already knew

I tried to give reasons...a thousand good reasons

And in the end we’ll fall apart

I’ve done everything I know to try to make you mine

I know that I shouldn’t even try It’s a waste of time

You say you’re leaving?

You’re already gone

You’ve gone too far

You broke my heart

You forgave

And I won’t forget

There are storms we cannot weather.

And I think I’m going to miss you for a long, long time.

Notes:

This is a hyperfixation my brain had while listening to music while driving.

I kept getting stuck on “this line is so Crowley-coded, but the song as a whole doesn’t fit so I can’t put in on my Good Omens playlist”, and then my autism gave me this idea.

These lines are all direct quotes from songs from my road trip playlist.

I spent hours getting the full lyrics to all the songs I'd saved while driving, and uploading them into qualitative analysis software so that I could pull quotes and organise by theme. I did a whole masters level dissertation based around found poetry, so it was kinda fun to do this again.

Formatted the best I could within the limits of what Tumblr will let me do.

#Good Omens #Infeffable Husbands #Ineffible Husbands #Crowley #Aziraphale #Crowley loves aziraphale #pining #poetry #found poem #found poetry #hyperfixation #autism brain #aziracrow #crowley x arizaphale

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Seven Bridges - Hate Control: Chapter 5

Location: Underground Live House Characters: Adonis, Kouga, Arashi & Hitsugi

TL Note:

This can both mean a vague “long time ago” or specifically a “decade ago”.

In the original script, NEGI says this line in English.

???: “~......♪”

Adonis: Guys, look at the stage. It’s starting.

Kouga: Geh, so she’s finally made an appearance ♪

Adonis: You seem happy, Oogami.

Kouga: I don’t hate “her” music. I just don’t like the things she does and how everyone reacts to her, I guess.

NEGI’s songs and the way she handles her instruments are first-rate, even though she’s always changin’ ‘em every performance for some reason. When I saw her recreate those amazin’ classic rockstar techniques, I had my soul blown outta me.

Reminded me of the old Sakuma-senpai…

This might just be how I feel ‘bout it but somethin’ feels off. This sounds like someone recorded mechanical sounds – it doesn’t resonate in my heart at all.

I’m sayin’ it ain’t the real thing.

???: “♪~♪~♪”

Arashi: …………

Adonis: ? What’s wrong, Narukami? You look pale…

Kouga: Hmph. Does Lil’ Miss Arashi Narukami over here not like this kinda underground, shady space, huuuuh?

Arashi: Sorry, keep quiet for a sec.

It can’t be… This song is…

Adonis: You know this song, Narukami?

Arashi: Yeah… No, but that can’t be possible.

Adonis: ……? Recently, a mysterious artist by the name of NEGI appeared and has been the talk of the underground live house. She’s known to have sung a variety of songs.

She chooses to sing songs that were popular a long time ago[∗] instead of recent idol songs.

People say she’s even more real than the actual artist or even better than the original. It doesn’t change the fact that the song is still from many years ago, but I suppose you could say her arrangement and style of singing is modern.

Kouga: And that’s why the recent visitors have taken a likin’ to it. Sure, it’s good but does she even have the permission to do that?

Even if we’re in the underground, there’s still stuff you can and can’t do.

Adonis: People seem to like it but NEGI is known for being able to perform the songs the audience wants to hear. She apparently does this every time.

Giving what the audience wants. She gets a perfect score in terms of being an artist.

Kouga: Huuh? No, if she doesn’t have the rights and decides to perform her own arrangement anyway, then she’s basically usin’ underhanded methods.

I don’t acknowledge her as an artist! Does she feel good cheatin’ her way up there? You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me!

Adonis: You’re very serious when it comes to music, Oogami.

Kouga: You got a problem with that? I’m serious, all right! You’d get irritated if someone got a gold medal by cheatin’ in a track and field competition too, right!?

If that’s allowed, then the people who did their best just look like idiots!

NEGI: “–Shut up.”[∗]

You guys are making quite some noise over there.

Kouga: NEGI spoke! That’s rare! Wait, is she actually angry about us?

Adonis: Yeah, it appears so. Look, NEGI’s fans are glaring at us. They’re saying we’re too loud and ruining the performance.

Kouga: Geh, we’re completely treated like we’re on enemy grounds.

Arashi: Oh, wait a minute. I can’t really see because it’s dark on stage, but isn’t that Hitsugi-chan?

Is Hitsugi-chan the mysterious artist NEGI?

Adonis: You think so too, Narukami? I had the same thought but I simply thought it was because I have yet to differentiate the faces of the people in this country.

Kouga: Huh? Yeah, I guess they look alike? But I asked that Hitsugi dude at school and he didn’t have a clue, ya know?

Arashi: What’s going on…? But that’s him, right? I’m a model – I can still tell who’s who even with a whole load of makeup on!

He definitely does feel a bit different compared to before…

NEGI: “Didn’t you hear me the first time?”

“It looks like you have something you want to talk to me about, but wait until I’ve finished this one song.”

“No. Wait until the soul I’ve called forth has settled.”

“The dead are unstable, unlike the living. If a dog who can’t read the room howls and barks, the ghosts will be scattered.”

Kouga: Who’re you callin’ a dog!? You lookin’ for a fight?

NEGI: “It’s a compliment, actually.”

“Besides, I wouldn’t look for fights. We’ve always been much weaker than you all, after all.”

“Avoiding battles with the powerful and sinking into the darkness is our one secret trick to remaining in this world.”

“♪~♪~♪”

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#seven bridges

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staticl0ve · 1 year

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HIIIIII STATIC I LOVE YOU SM!!!!!! FOR ASK THINGy THING: 3, 9, 16,18 AND a question I’ve got separate.

Whether for a one-shot or a multi chapter fic, what story of yours (if all were possible) would you like a sequel for? And why?

I LOVE YOU!!! ♥️🧡💛💚💙💜

BABY GIRL. I love you. You’re amazing. You’re sunshine on a light breezy day: the warmth, the necessary vitamin d it provides, and the light the flowers all follow.

3) What fic of yours do you think is underrated?

If we’re talking hits…maybe Sunflower. I wrote it in less than 48 hours and it’s fairly short but I was inspired to write something for @dattebae before she started TMG. If anything: I wish I had spent more time building up the angst eheh.

For actual underrated cause I lowkey loved the premise: Baby, it’s Cold Outside. Connor as Vision and the reader as a Scarlet Witch type seemed like such a fun AU since there aren’t too many superhero AUs. I tend to write AUs since I get so tired of the cop coworker dynamic and there’s only so much sad homicide/drug cases I wanna explore in writing. As for this story: I really liked making Connor feel like Vision by channeling the awkward android from when canon when he meets Hank at the bar and finds him at the precinct.

9) Do you visualize scenes in your head before you write them? (Can you picture the setting, character body language etc)

Oh yeah! For sure. I’m a super visual person and it’s more I struggle with finding different ways to build a scene and I’ve been trying to picture the words as the lens of a camera. Like describing rain: how else can I say it’s raining? Is it water dripping down rooftops, puddles, cold piercing water droplets on skin or the sound of it? Things like car rides from The Pig and the Fox.

Streetlights passed by, distant orbs of gold stretching and fading across his cheekbones like falling stars over freckled constellations.

At this point I’m running out of ideas on how to describe lights on faces LMAO. I can see it in my head but it’s so different trying to find a way to say it that has some impact in the story. The chapter’s titled ‘Gravity’ there was a little paragraph about rocks trapped in orbit and how gravitational pulls would make it fall to Earth so I thought it was kinda nice to tie all these space themes together. (Also so cliche to call his freckles constellations but it’s also so fun.)

16) Do you have a method for getting characters to sound/feel in character?

I can always hear Sixty’s voice and that’s because it’s lowkey half of the shit I’d say that and it’s so easy to write a fumbling, idiot that’s funny.

Connor: when I first started writing, I’d listen to the movie cuts of the game cause I had no idea how to write him. Now: I try to hear his voice when I write a line and edit it to death if it doesn’t sound quite like him. He swears, he does use abbreviations but there is a formality to how he talks and it’s so hard balancing that.

Nines. Well. For the human AU: I pictured Henry Cavill’s characters LOL. Someone standoffish, cold, occasionally lets out a one liner that makes one do a double take and hot as hell. For android Nines: I try to make him arrogant and stubborn (in his mind: he’s always right). I know there’s fanon where he’s just this awkward, stiff, unfunny wall of a man and that’s definitely a valid approach but I find him more charming to have him experience: hot, perfect, white boy who’s never struggled a day in his life finally goes through the emotional wringer.

18) What's the most obscure thing you've researched for a fic?

For The Boy Next Door, or Nines’ story: You Drive Me Crazy, I had to look how what I thought would be frats for Harvard and learned they’re too fancy for that lmao! They have “finals clubs” and I actually looked into which one I thought Nines and Luther would join by reading on the list of the top most ones and Jfc this was all for TWO PARAGRAPHS of setup lmao. I felt so silly doing it but it made me happy to have that in there.

If you were curious: I picked Spee Club cause it seemed the most chill. But if I’m being honest: I judged them by the alumni LMAO. This one had the Kennedy’s and I figured: yeah that sounds like a good fit. But mostly the mascot is a bear and I felt in my heart that Luther would just be so amused by it.

21. Whether for a one-shot or a multi chapter fic, what story of yours (if all were possible would you like a sequel for? And why?

Dancing with the Devil. This one because I always wished I expanded more on the weird human only secret society the baddie made. I dunno if it’d be a sequel, but I wish I had written more for the story. The first chapter is SOOO short but it was the second fic I’d ever written and at the time 1kish words was enough for a chapter. I’d love to have lengthened the playful “enemies” to lovers so that there would have been more room for tension.

So not quite a sequel (although I do have a very sad/angsty one that I never wrote…) but a wish to rewrite it one day or maybe do a spin off.

#dbh fanfic #my asks #thank you darling #this was such a pleasure to write #MUCH LOVE #oxoxoxoxo

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cockatrice-writers-guild · 2 years

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Siren Song

here’s something a little different. this takes place in the lighthouse au, fairly early on in jax and mia’s relationship

warnings: swearing, food mention, mentions of sex but only in a ‘i have no connection to this word or what it entails’ kinda way, near death experiences (she’s fine though), internalized aphobia

I grasp the cool metal railing as I lean out and look into the sea below, squinting into the dark depths as I search for…anything really. A too-large tail or a distant, fog cloaked figure or a flash of something that could almost pass as gold. Shimmering scales and flowing fins and a stupid smile I’ve grown to look forward to.

The endless magnificent, unforgiving ocean is laid out before me and the breeze ruffles my hair and blows my scarf back and there’s absolutely nothing out there. Not another living soul for miles and miles. The solitude is both a blessing and a curse. It’s beautiful and horrible, peaceful and infuriating and right now I…

I think I want to try something.

There’s no doubt in my mind that it will fail but all the same, I take some time to properly clear my throat and test out my voice before leaning forward and cupping my hands over my mouth.

This is not a good idea.

Even so, I take a deep breath and-

“JAX!”

I wait.

The waves crash against the side of the cliff and I wait some more. And

Nothing.

Of course.

I let out a breath and lean back to look out at the view.

The sea is infinite as ever and as the mist obscures the atmosphere, I take a deep breath of the salty air laced with the distinct smell of rusty metal and in this moment, I can’t help but feel…lonely.

Well, lonelier anyway. It’s stupid really. I took this job for a damn reason and still, I just can’t seem to get it into my thick skull that it’s supposed to be this way. To feel this way. This slowly eating away from the inside, far from the eyes of anyone who ever knew me. This was inevitable. It always was. I just decided to do it on my own terms. And so it was; Emilia Markov, destined to die alone, on a long lost island with a failing building that no longer serves a purpose, both forgotten and-

“Mia!”

Jax?

I have about half a second to pull away from the railing before something massive rises from the depths of the sea, the view of the ocean replaced with a black pupil so huge it doubles as a fucked up full body mirror before I can so much as accidently bite down on my tongue in fear.

I subconsciously take a few steps back but otherwise just stare at him. He wasn’t supposed to actually show up.

“You, uh…you called?”

He sounds surprised. Happy though. And as he pulls away slightly to give me some room, I realize I have no idea how to explain myself. I called him. Why did I do that? Because I wanted to see him? Because things were too quiet around here? Because, God forbid, I was lonely? I couldn’t tell him that.

“Mia?” The loud whisper snaps me out of my thoughts and makes me jump. “Did you need something from me?”

“I-” need to think of something. Now. “…Jax can I ask you a question?”

Jax cocks his head slightly. “Sure?”

Silence.

…Fuck.

“I…what…uh, what are you…?” I trail off, not exactly sure how to finish the sentence.

“…what am I?”

Shit.

“Yeah! What are you? Like…what…what species are you?” Because what? Why would I care? My brain desperately searches for anything of use here and I latch onto a fuzzy memory without a second thought. “…I…heard in this old folktale once before that there’s this humanoid aquatic species that lures sailors to their deaths by singing. …and then they eat them. Would you happen to know anything about that?”

Jax coughs awkwardly. “…well, I mean, I can sing. …and I’ve been told that my voice is very…alluring.”

“Jax?”

“Yes, Mia?”

“Do you eat people?”

“No, Mia.”

Silence.

Jax shifts slightly, moving to drum his fingers on the cliffside before he realizes I’m not going to say anything else. “…is that all?”

…SH-

“So you’re a siren?”

“…I guess so?”

“Could you sing for me?”

Jax pulls back so the alarm in his eyes is in full view. “What?”

What indeed. The words just slipped out and as I stare at the man before me, an idea slowly begins to take form. He could sing for me. In all those legends I’d heard, sirens always lure sailors by singing about their…desires. And if that was actually true then…

“Could you sing for me. Please? I want to test something out.”

“I…guess I could try?” Jax frowns for a moment. “…but I’ll only do it under the condition that you stand somewhere I can reach you in case things go wrong, alright?”

I nod and Jax nods back. Once I move to a better position and give him a thumbs up, Jax looks me over once before taking a deep breath and opening his mouth.

And all at once, the most beautiful, most mesmerizing thing I’ve ever heard surrounds me, decorating the very atmosphere with its mere presence. I’m only vaguely aware of the way the surroundings seem to blur, how it’s finally clear to me that nothing matters but the one singing before me. The sweet notes fill the air, blind and deafen me and pull me forward. My body sways with the notes. It has to. And my heart wants so badly to join in, it desperately needs to harmonize with the melody but I keep my mouth shut all the same, afraid of ruining the song with my meager voice. Another step forth. The singer’s eyes widen but it’s okay. I just need to get closer to him. To that song. To what it entails. I’m standing precariously on the railing now, hundreds of feet over the rocky abyss of the ocean below me, as it waits with bated breath to take me into its’ cold embrace. But it doesn’t matter. The song will carry me. It promised it would. I take a step into the empty air and-

I’m falling.

My head feels fuzzy and as the wind whistles past me and causes my eyes to sting, I realize that that whole thing with the jagged rocks is actually a much more pressing matter than I remembered it being. The fall is cut short, however, when I instead land on a much warmer, much softer surface than the cold, wet spikes I’d been expecting.

But my head…the fall…the song…it worked? So I wasn’t…? But I thought…. There’s disappointment now. Along with a weird, quiet, almost rotten sense of relief that I hate more by the second. I’m normal, then. I’m…normal? So all that I had to go through, that I fled from, did it all amount to nothing?

Once I get my bearings, I look up and meet Jax’s concerned eyes. And the small smile on his lips.

“What?”

Jax just shrugs, the resulting movement making me realize that I’m currently in his palm. “Oh, nothing. It’s just…,” the smile grows playful, “you skipped breakfast again didn’t you, M.”

How did he- “What do you mean?”

Jax holds up a finger before opening his mouth and that…wonderful song bursts forth once more. I can feel the pull but something is holding me back this time, pushing me down into the plush surface below so I am forced to just listen. Still, my head sways in time with the rhythm. Something is…different though. The singer is not giving it his all this time, instead putting a greater emphasis on the words he sings. And just like that, I can hear it too. The incomprehensible splendor now laced with meaning and intent. And so, I close my eyes and concentrate, to try to understand what the singer is trying to tell me. The thing that I want, that I so desperately crave, that I need more than anything else is

Beans! Rice! And maybe a fresh fruit if the budget allows for it! Fresh meat! And sweets! And for the love of God, something warm to eat. And-

Wait what?

I’m back again. The weight that had me pinned down moments earlier slowly lifts and I turn to see one of Jax’s fingers retreating before turning to face him. Jax is full on grinning now. I just frown at him before sitting up.

“What was that all about?”

“What do you mean?”

“You were singing about food.”

“Yes?”

“Why were you singing about food?”

“Because that’s what you want most right now?”

“But what about the lust?”

“THE WHAT?”

“The old tales I’ve heard. They said that sirens lure sailors to them with…desire.”

“Desire?”

I wave my hands at him in exasperation. “Sex? Romance?”

Jax just slowly shakes his head. “I think you might have heard wrong, M. Our songs lure people based on what they want most at the moment. And you were hungry.” He raises a brow. “I can only assume because you skipped breakfast again.”

The sinking feeling in my chest is hard to ignore but I try to anyway, nodding instead. “I guess that’s that then. …thanks for trying though.”

Jax nods back before something seems to dawn on him. “…Mia?”

“Jax?”

“Did…you want me to sing about desire?”

“…can you?”

“I mean, I could try? I’ve never really tried singing about something intentionally before. …Let me just-” Jax experimentally mutters a little jingle about sweet rich wine and smiles when he sees it pull me forward slightly. “Alright then! So…desire. Anything specific?”

It doesn’t even take me a second to think about it. “Try men first.”

“Sure. Like…men in general?”

I nod and Jax prepares himself.

And once the verses finally break through the floodgates and rush through the air, I close my eyes to brace myself for the impact and it’s…well it’s a nice song, I guess. But I don’t budge.

Euphoria. Fear.

“Try woman. Please.”

Once again, the notes spring forth and…nothing.

There’s desperation now. Relief.

“Anyone?”

Not even a twitch.

I…don’t know how to feel about this. If those tests were accurate then…I was…

I was right the whole time.

But that means…were they all right too? Am I useless? Heartless? Cold? Is there’s nothing, absolutely nothing in there. Am I…what am I?

I can feel the tears building up in my throat as my breathing hitches but I turn to Jax once more, doing my best to force the croak out of my voice. “Please. Jax, could you try to sing again? Maybe we weren’t specific enough? Try…try kissing. Or…or yearning or…jealousy? Butterflies, warmth, intensity, lust, beauty, the human experience…just anything. Please, Jax. Please, I can’t…this isn’t…I can’t be…”

“You can’t be…?” He prompts quietly.

I hug my knees to my chest as the tears start to fall, opting to hide my face. “Broken,” I mutter.

I’m almost certain it’s too quiet for the giant to hear but a few seconds later, something nudges into me. Something warm.

“Well,” Jax murmurs, his voice much closer than before, “you’re not broken, Mia. Of course you’re not broken but…what makes you think you are?”

I try to find the words to answer but Jax gets there first. “…is this about that thing you wanted to test out? Desire?”

I just nod.

“Hmm.”

The warmth pulls away and I feel air rush past as Jax lifts me higher and higher into the air. Once it stops and a few seconds pass, I finally look up and meet his massive grey irises once more. There’s something shining in those pupils that I can’t quite place. “Well, Mia, if you think not feeling desire makes you broken, then…what the hell does that make me?”

What?

I cough to clear my throat. “…what do you mean?”

I can see Jax’s eyes crinkle with the start of a smile. “Sex. Romance. Desire. It doesn’t do shit for me either, M.”

What?

“Oh, and about that whole human experience thing? I know several sirens that can classify as human if that’s the passing criteria. And seahorses, …certain turtles,” he snaps his fingers a few times as he looks away, “uh, some shrimps too, I think.” He looks back at me with a gleam in his eyes and shrugs. “Oops.”

WHAT?

I have to open and close my mouth a few times before I can even begin to articulate again. “You…YOU’RE LIKE ME?”

Jax nods eagerly. “And you, Mia,” he reaches out with a free hand to poke me, “You are like me.”

And so we just…talk. About anything and everything and nothing at all. Surprisingly similar experiences despite how ridiculous the chances are, absurd expectations and loneliness and alienation and just…listening as the words pour out of us and mingle together and finally come free, things we’ve never brought up before or learned not to. Things we’ve buried deep within and tried not to think about, bottled emotions finally finally breaking loose. Words overlapping over and over until there’s nothing left to hide and it’s…it’s just…nice.

“It’s like,” Jax waves a hand, “I’ve been on my own for so long, but I could never really get used to it, you know?”

“Could?” I ask. “You mean you learned to live with it in the end? Or did the feeling fade away or something?”

“Mmm? No, it’s more like I just…I don’t have to deal with it anymore.”

That gets my attention. “How?”

Instead of answering this, Jax just looks incredulously at me and I lean back defensively.

“…what?”

“Mia. Seriously?”

When I don’t reply, Jax just shrugs and puts up his free hand theatrically.

“Let me tell you a story then, M. The story of a very large siren who finds himself all alone. Those around him have moved on and only he remains because he can’t feel how they do. He goes to this island he thinks is uninhabited to sunbath, fully unaware the nearby building might have humans in it.” He breaks character for a moment. “…maybe it’s not too late to apologize to that other guy. Do you still know him?”

The old keeper. I nod. “He moved back to town after I took the job. I can go check on him later if you want.”

Jax smiles at that. “Thank you. So, anyway, one fine day, a woman becomes the next caretaker of that building and the siren…scares the life out of her by accident.” He cringes a bit before continuing. “…sorry about that. But for whatever reason, this woman comes back. Tends to the lighthouse like nothing happened. The siren returns. She remains. They start talking. Become more comfortable around each other. And now-” he smiles warmly, moving me closer to his face, “-now she’s sitting in the palm of his hand and asking him how he’s not lonely anymore.”

Oh.

As the sentiment sinks in, it brings a fresh wave of tears to my eyes before I can stop it. Jax leans forward and presses the tip of his nose into me once more, using a finger to press me into him. “I…can come by more often if you want,” the proximity makes the words vibrate through my bones but I smile and bury my face into him all the same. “I don’t want to disturb you but-”

“Nonono. I…I’d like that, Jax. Thank you.”

I wrap my arms around his nose and with a sigh, he leans into the touch.

A few minutes pass before he speaks again. “Mia?”

“Yeah, Jax?”

“I…hate to have to ruin a moment like this but I can literally feel you starting to collapse. Eat something before you pass out.”

#writeblr #original writing #original story #Jax and Mia #lighthouse au #ocs #the rooster crows

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marc-spectorr · 2 years

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hiya callie. i’m so sorry i was gone so long. >_<

the past week(ish) i’ve been in a sort of slump. not really for a good reason or anything, just… you know, it happens. i’ve honestly just been so unmotivated, and that includes writing these letters, plus it’s also one of those “slumps” where you tend to isolate yourself. i don’t know if you know what i’m talking about, honestly i hope not hehe. but i’m sorry, i hope you understand djhdjd.

but enough of that sad stuff!! welcome, santi, to the book club!! you seem so wonderful. <3 i don’t know if you know me, but i’m amor. :] it’s really nice to sort of meet you! and welcome back teddy! i’m glad our words helped out with your exam. :D

thirsty asks, huh? i was thinking of joining in, but uh, since i’m ace it’s kinda hard for me to contribute in that department. 😭 instead i’ll talk about fluffy things, because that is a bit more in line with my character. i got this thought: what if the moon boys frequent this coffee shop, but they don’t know they all go there? steven would walk in on monday before work and get a caramel iced coffee or something along those lines, and the barista would sort of take in his face. then the next day, marc is in front. he walks in on tuesday, and the barista recognizes him as steven, and tries to make steven’s order, which confuses marc a lot. marc corrects the barista, and they’re confused as all hell, but they make the new order and decide that’s his new regular. the next day jake comes in, and immediately says “black coffee.” and sits down without waiting for a response. the barista is just. so fucking confused but decides that maybe he just has a different preference each day of the week, and there’s no interference from then on… unless? holy shit, that’s a decent fic idea. if you happen to see a moon knight sys x barista!reader fic floating around in the future, look the other way, because that’s definitely not me hehe. (or someone else could snatch it, i don’t mind that! if you do, i hope i’ll see it someday, because i am having brainrot. oh the classic coffee shop au.)

that’s about all i have to say! i hope you enjoyed this letter, and again, i’m super sorry i was gone. i hope your day was great. :]

- <3

hi hi my sweet amor 💗💗

awww im sorry to hear that :( and i certainly get what you mean! there are a lot of times when i just don’t have any motivation to do things and would rather be left alone. it’s something i’m working on bc it messes up my mind badly tho tumblr has been a great distraction when life gets overwhelming. but i really hope you’re doing alright amor! take care and take it easy love, we’re always here for you ❤️

and ajsjskks i love thirsty asks,,, but soft asks?? my heart gets all warm and fuzzy reading so much fluff 😭 also coffee shop au’s are the cutest things everrrrr!!! i will absolute cry if i ever come across one featuring the moon boys hahah. omg but your idea with the barista getting confused bc of the different orders is gold ksksksk. maybe one day, curiosity finally forces them to sit down with whoever’s fronting on that visit and ask what’s up. this causes all three to become aware of what’s going on and it’s like ok do we go to this coffee shop bc the drinks are soo delish or do we just have a crush on the barista and are making every effort to stop by each day to see them 👀

but thanks for popping in amor :)) don’t be sorry for being away, i understand 💕 hope to chat with you again soon!

#asks #<3 anon

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theharrowing · 1 year

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Hiii 💜 3 5 8 14 23 anddd how can I call you? Nabi? Olive? Harrow? Queen of toxic plot twists? I’m sorry I’m v curious and this questions are so good lmao!!

P.s and no one asked but im in love with your humor! I’ve been laughing at every post of yours all morning🤣

Jaz!!! hiiii!!! 💜💜💜

i'm so glad my posts have been entertaining!!! that's my goal. 😍🥰 you can call me Harrow! Nabi is fine, it means "butterfly" in Korean lmao. (i'm not Korean but someone close to me is, and he called me that while we were growing up.) idk if i like queen, but master of toxic plot twists has a good ring to it lmaooooooooooo. OKAY LET'S SEE:

3. a specific color that gives you the ick?

i like all colors!!!!!!!!! but i guess when food is the wrong color, it gives me the ick. like if things seem to be turning, maybe getting a little too soft. i don't like that.

5. favorite form of potato?

gosh, i am a slut for potatoes through and through and you can never go wrong with a nice, crispy, salted fry. BUT I ALSO LOVE mashed potatoes, and i make them with lots of cheese, rosemary, garlic, chives, butter..........😋😋😋 THEY ARE SO GOOD.

8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

when it's cold, i have sweatpants and sweaters that i change into at home. when it's hot, i kinda just take clothing off. i will sit in my underwear and a shirt unless something happens that requires me to find a pair of cotton shorts.

14. do you think you’re dehydrated?

it's likely!!! i have probably had more coffee than water, today. i have a big mug of water right here, though, so i will chug some right now.

23. do you wear jewelry?

sometimes! i have a gold septum ring that lives in my nose always, but otherwise, i don't tend to wear a lot. sometimes earrings, occasionally a ring or a necklace. rarely a bracelet. i have sensory issues and sometimes jewelry makes me restless and antsy and i need to take it off (except for the ring in my nose, bc i have had it for over a decade and i barely notice it there most of the time.)

THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!! 💞

send me some asks! 💝

#simp47koreancrackheads #i love my moots #especially the lovely jaz #ask game #getting to know me #you've got mail 💌

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sluttyhusband · 2 years

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Don’t Make It Harder On Me

Henry Cavill x Chubby! Male Reader

Title based off Chloe x Halle’s “Don’t Make It Harder On Me”

Non-requested: this is gonna be something short cuz I really wanna post something cuz I’ve kinda lost my love for writing to tbh and I wanna get into it again :DD

NO WARNINGS >:)) but I promise it won’t be too awful

Henry woke up with a pair of eyes staring back at him, “Good morning handsome”, you say sweetly. He mumbled something before turning over and stumbling out of bed, getting for todays anniversary.

He made himself a simple breakfast, and you sat next to him, both of you enjoying the view. After Henry was done, he cleaned up the slight mess he made with the eggs and started to head out, you following along.

Henry drove into town and to the flower shop and opened the door hearing the chime and feeling comfort in the scent of flowers surrounding him, reminding him of the garden you keep back home.

“Hello Henry!”, the florist cheerfully greeted him as he was tending to the tulips, your favorite. “Todays the anniversary isn’t it?”, he asked, “Sure is, I’ll just take two-no four, bouquets of M/N’s favorites”. The florist smiled as he grabbed your favorite flowers and arranged them all beautifully into a bouquet, “Why four”, he asked, Henry’s response made him take a sigh, “It’s been four years, that’s why”.

With that, Henry paid the florist and once again entered the car, you not noticing the flowers because you had been staring out the window the entire ride, “Oh Henry! Four this time? These are gorgeous, thank you!”

Henry smiled softly as he smelled a few of them and pulled out the parking lot.

Heading towards the cemetery.

You then had avoided looking out any windows, and Henry only keeping his eyes forward. He then pulled into the parking lot and got the bouquets and started heading towards your grave.

He always hated this part, he’d do so fine on his way, but each time your grave would be visible within the hundreds that there were, his tears would start falling.

And it wasn’t any different this time. Usually he’d silently cry to not disturb others that were around, though this time he was alone, so he let out his choked sobs while wiping his face. Once he reached your grave he got to his knees and set the flowers on top of your grave. His hands faintly touching the tombstone that read “M/N Cavill. Loving husband and friend to all”.

“Why’d you do it M/N”, he asked as he cried.

“I had no choice Henry, the guy was gonna shoot you”.

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Four years ago you and Henry had been walking down the street of your neighborhood in the afternoon. The two of you laughing and holding hands when you heard a shaky voice yell out “H-Hey”, the two of you turned around and saw a man holding gun pointed towards Henry.

“Henry…”, you said as you gripped his hand tighter. “It’ll be alright honey”, the guy looks like he had been crying. “Henry, I’ve been a fan for so long. I met you very chance I could, we even talked and hung out a few times. And you made me think you liked me, then you announce to the world that you’re dating this fatass?!”, Henry’s jaw clenches at the remark towards you, “Then the engagement and then marriage?! I mean you have so many other people throwing themselves at your feet and you choose”, he looks to you and waves the gun to you, “This common gold-digging piece of trash?! It’s insanity Henry, and you hurt me, hurt me badly.”

You clearly can tell where this is going so you tackle the guy to the ground, the gun falling out his hands as Henry watches in shock and fear, for a moment you seemed to have had a hold, then the man kicked your back as you fell and he reached the gun and shot you, “You don’t deserve him”, he said before Henry punched him to the ground and knocking him out.

“M/N!”, he called out as he held you in his arms, “Honey it’s going to be okay, the police and ambulance are in their way, you’re gonna be fine”, he cries as he kisses your face and lips softly. You look at him tearfully and smile, “I love you so much, you always said that you’d protect me but I had to do this Henry. Now I gotta pay the price”.

Henry shakes his head as he hears the sirens in the distance, “Don’t say that M/N, please don’t”, his tears fall into your face as you finally say, “I’ll love you forever Henry”, and then Henry feels you go limp. “No. No please god no!”

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“I said I’ll love you forever Henry, and I meant it”.

You sit next to Henry silently crying as he lets out sobs you’d hear late at night. “I need you M/N”.

“I need you”.

#chubby male reader #male reader #x chubby male reader #x male reader #Henry Cavill x male reader #Henry Cavill x chubby male reader

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venenatd · 3 years

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just friends; eren jaegar x reader

summary: you and eren are best pals and have both recently be dumped. so, a plan to get over your exes is needed! what’s better than going out on the town trying to find quick fucks >:) also eren is a smug bastard but kinda has a heart of gold??

content: smut / nsfw 18+. minors dni. (choking, unprotected sex, creampie drinking, drunk sex, possessiveness ig? dirty talk, both of them want to be dominant tbh. slight size kink, oral both m and f receiving. female bodied reader)

i am new to this pls let me know if i should add anything!!

word count: 5.8k words of unedited content

a/n: uh so i never thought i’d be back on my tumblr bullshit at 23 but hey after years without the app i’m back. i needed to get out the h-word and this is what happened. enjoy and i’m sorry if it’s terrible lmao

“You look different”

Frowning at the man waiting ever so patiently for you on the sofa, you look a little defeated. “Is that meant to be a compliment, Eren?”. He sighed, raising his eyebrows at you. To be fair, maybe you did. Wearing a figure hugging black dress, that definitely just hid your ass cheeks, hair styled and sprayed in place, dark lipstick and makeup on your face. Usually Eren would have seen you in sweats, always running a little late for class, snack in hand.

“Different isn’t bad,” he offered, checking the watch that lay on his wrist, “are we ever going to get to the bar? Your plan will fall through if you’re not careful.”

Ah, the plan. Both you and Eren were newly single. In your final year at university, having managed to keep each relationship going until almost the end. Ironic. Weren’t most meant to fail in the first year? But alas, your partners had decided it was the end within a couple of weeks each other, and as you and Eren had been close since you met on orientation day, you each took to the other for comfort. You had done the crying first, going to him the minute your call with the ex had ended. Leaving wet splotches on his shirt, he had calmed you, only for you to do the same to him later. Now the crying was done, it was time to move on, and what better advice to follow than getting under someone to get over another?

“I just need to look hot enough for a guy to fuck me.”

“What a romantic you are.”

“Shut up Er-”

Eren shifted from the couch, interrupting your usual sass, “and what about me, y/n? Do I look beautiful?”. He threw in a wink with his comment, his aura of cockiness always radiating. You rolled your eyes, before studying his figure. His dark hair half pulled back into a bun, the rest draping his neck and onto a deep emerald green silk shirt, with the top few buttons loose, tucked into dark pants. A ring on each hand, fingers with chipping black nail polish, and to top it off, a thin chain on his neck. You hated to admit it and add to his smug demeanour but... the man did look good.

“Gorgeous as always Eren,” you said sarcastically, even if it was truthful, “I’m sure there will be a queue of women who are wanting to jump on you.”

“Not if they aren’t all taken already,” he taps at his watch. Whilst the two of you had already been drinking as he waited for you to get ready, it was definitely on the later side.

“Order the uber, and we can go.”

Walking over to him and adding shoes to your outfit, you present yourself before him, a cute little smile playing on your lips. He’s staring down at his phone, quickly going through the motions for the ride. Finally, he looks up to catch your eyes. His jade pupils flick down slightly, and he hopes you miss that they land at the cleavage you’re sporting in your current get up. He flicks your nose, earning a scowl from you and a smile from him.

“You look perfect”

The club is far fuller than you both expected, dance floor and tables taken up and crowded round. Luckily, you had managed to secure you and Eren a pair of seats at the bar, and you were currently on your third..? Fourth drink of the evening. Green eyes watch your lips carefully, as you finish the vodka and lemonade.

“So, anyone take your fancy?” he prompts, looking around at the mess of people.

Humming, you scan the area. There’s some people you recognise from class, but plenty more you don’t know. Fucking friends seems like a bad move, even in your tipsy state, so you look to the strangers faces. They don’t look like him. Ugh.

There’s a few options though, and as you point them out to Eren they come with brief descriptors: dark hair and stubble, wide set blonde. He tuts at the options, sarcastically letting out a “sure sure, I see the appeal”.

“And how about you, anyone you like the look of?” you ask with a sigh.

Christ, Eren thinks to himself. It’s been long enough that he hasn’t had to look for someone else. Sure there were attractive people in the world, but with her around, he hadn’t needed to give anyone else a second look. His palm moves to the back of his neck, stretching out behind him with a huff. “Let’s look on the dance floor?” he offers, clearly not as eager as you were tonight. Moving his hand back down, he holds it out for you, pulling towards the throng of people.

He looks effervescently cool like this. Shirt open, hair starting to fall from his bun. Eren is looking around at the people surrounding the two of you. The two of you had been working in circles, allowing each other an eyeful as the club goers move around the space. As a group of guys push their way from the dance floor to the bar, you get shoved towards Eren. Heels were never quite your forte, and you stumble against him, hands on either side of his chest. Grinning down at you with that smug little smile that annoyed you so much, Eren brought large hands to your waist, pushing you away a little. But his hands stay there as he continues to sway to the music, making no effort to break the contact. And so you bring your arms up to his neck, allowing his movements to carry you on time to the song. For the first time in the past couple of weeks, you feel light. Your chest isn’t constricted by some foreign weight. It’s just you and your best friend, buzzed and free.

Colours change above you, as you look up to Eren, him down to you. A playful grin takes his lips as he pulls you a little closer, you so easily accepting the narrowing distance. Your black silk meets his deep green, chest pushing into his. You carefully analyse his features, seeing if he attempts to check you out like earlier.

Was it the alcohol making your cheeks so warm? Lit up by a purple hue, you watch his eyes return to exploring the crowd, his hand still holding on to you. His smirk falters, his eyebrows creasing together. You’re not moving in circles anymore, Eren pausing in his movements as he thinks about what to do next. He shouldn’t lie to you, but seeing your ex at the bar would really harsh the night. Under his fingers, he can feel your body tense, suddenly unsure at how close the contact between you was.

But Eren doesn’t want you to know, he doesn’t want you to be distracted by your ex tonight. He doesn’t want to see your hurt little face anymore. The way your eyes would be red and puffy the next day. The way he would feel your shoulders heaving under his arms. You don’t deserve that. Hell, you didn’t deserve the huge amount of shit your ex had put you through over the years he’d known you. Eren would sit back and listen to you rant, support you where he could. But fuck that guy. And he wasn’t sure what sparked in his chest, but Eren’s jade orbs are trained straight back on you. His eyebrows calm, tension releasing from them. As you can turn to scope out whatever had changed his body language so suddenly, he catches your jaw.

Beginning to slowly move again, his eyes have narrowed, taking in the way the dress hugs you, the shine on your skin from the hot dance floor. Eren couldn’t quite figure out what was intoxicating him right now. Definitely a lot of alcohol, but also a sudden… possessiveness. He didn’t want you in pain anymore. Eren wanted you in pleasure. His breath is suddenly on your neck, making your hair raise.

“I’ve only seen one person I’m interested in tonight.”

“Oh?” you squeak, before clearing your throat a little. The new deep notes in his voice catch you off guard. It almost sounds like he’s… No. He’s your best friend. The little looks you’d been giving each other all night were just two people looking out for one another, two people seeing each other happy for the first time in a while. Your voice is calmer as you ask light-heartedly, “and who would that be?”

His lips are so close to your ear.

“You.”

“Eren-” your hands move from behind his neck, resting on his shoulders. You need to see your best friend's face, you need to know if he’s joking right now. If he’s mocking you. When you draw back, you see his face. Smug, as always. Fuck you’ve always wanted to knock that cockiness down a peg. Cheshire smile showing his teeth and his eyes looking down at you. Half lidded eyes, pupils blown. He’s not joking. Fuck.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your breath is caught in your throat. All too aware suddenly of each of his finger pads pressing into your skin, the contact feeling like fire with the added alcohol. But, you find yourself nodding, the yes just escaping your lips before he’s pressed into them.

Large hands travel to your hip, and up your back, pressing you into him. You can feel his body, tense in exhilaration against you, hands back around his neck. One travels up to the nape of his back, tangling into his hair and pulling him deeper into you. The music is all consuming, you can feel the bass in your body, you can feel Eren against you, you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Eren’s hand on your back travels up, echoing your placement on him, to hold the back of your neck. He doesn’t want you to go, you feel too good. The heat between your bodies could suffocate him. His thumb puts pressure under your jaw, he isn’t even sure you can feel it. But he can, measuring your pulse racing underneath the pad. He’s smiling into this kiss, this all consuming kiss.

His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and you’re all too eager to allow him into your mouth. Tasting the whisky from your home, tasting the coke from the club. His teeth take your lip nipping slightly, before sucking the plump of it into his mouth. You both come up for air, eyes meeting in acknowledgment of the situation.

“Wanna get out of here?”

The drive home had only served to heap tension between you. As clearly that it was that you wanted each other, you would have to wait a while longer. Your thighs pressed together, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Going through your mind was whether this was a good idea, staring out at the city passing by you. Eren was your friend. You were dating another man two weeks ago. The same man that had previously asked you if he needed to be worried about Eren. You’d laughed it off, because it was Eren. You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt him grip your leg, a little too harshly at first, before settling, leaving a gentle pattern of circles and lines on your inner thigh. It was Eren.

Just one hallway. You had to make it one hallway to get into your apartment. One hallway left to come to your senses. And just like he read your mind, Eren is once again touching you, just his hand on yours pulling you backwards. You twist just in time, his hands instantly cupping your cheeks as he kisses you, deeply and intensely. Pushing you back into the wall, you pray a neighbour doesn’t walk out now. His knee is pressing gently between your legs, and you allow it. Your fingers sink into Eren’s arms, lightly covered by the fabric yet you can still feel the muscle underneath, relaxing and tensing as he pulls you closer.

His lips are making their way to your jaw, lifting your chin upwards, tentatively licking the bone before moving downwards still, sucking and nipping and licking your neck. A whimper breaks through. You really need to get inside. Gripping his hair, you sharply pull backwards.

“Not going to play nice, huh?”

When did he speak like this? The playful and shit-eating grin your friend Eren always wore was replaced by something darker, his words laced with intent.

“Don’t challenge me.”

You were off, finally at your door, making quick work with the lock, moving in first before he followed. The door shut as you pushed Eren against it, usual doe eyes being taken over with a deep lust. Your hands are instantly at his belt, as his hands find your face once again. This time he’s grabbing your hair, making you look up at him as he glares down at you. You’re constantly challenging one another in conversation, and it’s translating to the bedroom far too easily.

Lips are on one another again, as you leave the belt and start towards his shirt. You bite down on his bottom lip, earning a hiss from him, and you feel his hand being brought around your throat. He doesn’t add too much pressure, checking if this turn is indeed okay with you. When you push against the weight, he takes the gleam in your eye as a yes, and uses the force to push you against the next wall, finally moving off the front door.

It’s a constant battle to get to the bedroom, both of you taking control for short bursts. Eren pulling the thin straps of your dress down, you untucking his shirt. His muscular torso is on full display, and you had never viewed it in this light before.

Finally he pushes you onto the bed, situating himself between your legs. Your kisses are sloppy and infused with alcohol. Hands are desperate with one another, both of you needing to be closer. Are you scared if the contact ends your thoughts will return to sanity?

Eren’s hot and heavy over you, his hands seem everywhere at once. Smoothing up your thigh, digging in slightly to the flesh when you grind against one another. His hands rest at your hips for a moment, and he’s looking down at you, still fucking smiling. All at once, he’s flipped you over his prominent hard on pressing into your ass. He’s whispering in your ear, leaving wet kisses along your neck, to your shoulder blades. Fingers take the zip at the back of your dress, slowly and carefully pulling it down, leaving licks and pecks as he goes. It’s torturous.

You attempt to speed things up by rutting your ass against his crotch, and you think you hear a quiet moan, before his hand is brought down to the fabric, smacking your cheek. You gasp, turning your head to look at him. Eren is too occupied in taking in all of your body, his green eyes are darkened with authority and lust. His nimble fingers play with the short hem of your dress, thumb dipping beneath, before he pushes the silk up.

You both let out soft fuck’s, as his hands grab at the plump of your ass. It’s like he’s testing the softness, the way your flesh responds to his touch so easily. He slaps at you again, earning a sharp moan from you. Eren’s leaning down, his mouth once again trailing across the apex of your behind, leaving trails of saliva as he goes. Before you can even register the new sensations you can feel a soft pressure against your clothed cunt, just enough to let you know the presence of his hand, but not enough for you to get off on. You’re mewling, once again trying to get closer to him. This time he allows it, eagerly pressing his ring and middle finger to your clit, allowing you to grind upon them.

Seeing you underneath him like this… it’s new and strange and so fucking hot. He’s watching you desperately try and fill the need building in your core, and he can only feel his cock twitch in his pants as he sees you coming undone. If you wanted more, he could definitely give it to you. Bringing his large hands away, to the flimsy fabric that was covering you, he pulls it down, exposing you to him. His heart and dick fucking jump. His hands return to your ass, watching the jiggle as you move and whimper. Spreading you, he brings his face down, breath tingling on your most sensitive areas.

Your breath catches in your throat as his tongue, gentle at first, licks between your folds. He’s tasting you, he’s moaning into your pussy, as you write beneath him. Eren’s hands are squeezing your ass cheeks, holding you still as you try to grind against his face.

“Patience, y/n”, he says, with a slap on your behind again.

“Fuck you,” you hiss.

“You will be in a minute, baby girl, don’t worry.”

You go to make a retort but he’s instantly back, licking up your slit and a deep moan escapes you. Jesus you can feel the smile on his lips as he’s back on your pussy. Eren is so proud of the sounds he can draw from you. He wonders if your ex could make you come undone so easily.

You taste sweet and saccharine on him, and he doesn’t hold back the groan as he further works his way into you. Hardened tongue moving it’s way from your entrance down to your clit. He swipes at it, before moving away again. Kissing your thighs, kissing the skin between your holes. Every now and then he’ll move back to your clit, allowing you a moment of pleasure before he’s teasing again. “Fuck, please”. Your whines are being smothered by the sheets, and Eren wants nothing more than to hear them, loud and clear.

Eren’s ringed fingers make their way to your hair, his face lifting from between your legs. He pulls you back round, and holy shit you can see how wet you are on his face. There’s a sheen to his lips and chin, and instinctively you reach up to his neck, pulling him back on top of you. Your tongue meets his, tasting your tartness on his mouth. A hand makes it way back down in between your thighs, playing and parting your folds. Your hand in turn reaches up his neck, pulling sharply at his hair once again. “Eren. More- please” you get out in between staggered breaths.

“Aw, since you asked so nicely” his eyes watch your expression closely as his thumb rests on your clit, his finger swiftly moving inside you. Your eyebrows raise and knot, eyes wide and lips parted. But he keeps it still as your legs shaked around his arm. “Eren, move” you demand this time.

“Oh, that’s not so nice. I liked it when you were polite.” He starts to retract his finger, thumb gently swabbing your clit so you’ll know what you miss.

“Please, please, please, Eren, please” you speak before he even gets the first knuckle out. All the teasing was creating a tightness in your lower stomach.

“Much better.”

You whine as he continues to pull his finger from you, until he pushes it back in, curling his solitary finger up. Your fingernails are pressing deep into the muscle of his bicep, feeling how it moves as he finger fucks you. He’s hitting that perfect spot inside you again and again, and his thumb is swiping eagerly on your clit.

Eren can feel you fluttering around his finger, desperate for more, desperate to release on him. He adds another finger, your wetness allowing him entrance easily. He wants to fuck you so bad, his cock so hard it felt like it was about to burst.

He pushes your hands off him, leaving crescent moon indents deep in his skin, he works his way back down. He brings the black silk with him this time, fully being able to take in your body as you’re left naked before him. Holy shit you’re beautiful. He doesn’t want to stare too long and make you shy. But he still kisses his way down, before he’s back at your pussy.

This time he allows you more movement, letting your fingers work their way back into his hair, letting you roll your hips against his tongue and stubble.

With his spare hand he pulls out his cock, slowly pulling at it, before he realises he can’t do that for too long without cumming before the main event. Instead he reaches up, rolling your perked nipples in between his fingers. There are so many sensations on your body, and Eren can feel your cunt beginning to tighten around his fingers. You hold your breath before letting out little moans, building towards reaching your height.

“You want to cum on my fingers?

Your back is arching, whispering “yes, yes, yes, please” as your walls are tightening around him. He quickens the pace, making sure to hit that spot inside you over and over. Thighs around his face, he can feel your slick pooling in his mouth, and coating his chin once again.

Your gummy walls are so tight around his thick fingers, he needs you to finish, watch you fully unravel below him. Sucking and licking at your clit, he’s pushing you towards the edge.

“Eren-” his name is strangled coming out of you, and then your moaning, undulating your cunt against his mouth, riding out your orgasm.

His jade eyes look up at you, watching as you pull your head up to look at him, before another wave of pleasure hits you and you have to arch your neck and look back up. He waits for you to come down, letting you fuck his face and fingers. Grinding against his stubble and tongue as you let out pitiful and beautiful moans. You’re so fucking wet, the sounds coming from between the two of you should be forbidden, as you release onto him.

Finally he withdraws, using his forearm to wipe his face. He lies next to you, allowing you a moment as he draws little circles on your stomach. Eren has never quite looked at you in this light. Sure, you were pretty, and the two of you were obviously close. But now you’d walked a line that couldn’t be undone. You weren’t over your ex, and as okay as Eren was with what had happened between you, he didn’t want you to run. He’s overcome with thoughts, looking down to your chest and the heavy breaths you were taking. All he could pray was that you weren’t pretending he was someone else.

But as Eren is getting caught up in his own mind, you’re twisting, hand reaching to his crotch, cock having been recaptured by his boxers. Palming him, you feel how big he really is for the first time. Fingers trace the edge of his pants and underwear, and he lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them down. Shit. His dick slapped back to his stomach, precum leaking from the top of his pink head. He was bigger than you’d imagined, because of course you’d imagined it a couple of times.

Your hand looks so small around his cock, but you slowly tease him, his deep green orbs following your movements. Bringing your head down to him, you kitten lick the precum from the top of his dick. He hisses gently, and you look up at him with these big doe eyes, so fucking eager to please.

You push your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue as you begin working along his shaft. He moans just at the sight of you, your eyes peeking up through dark lashes. His hand goes through your hair, eagerly pushing you deeper around him.

He lets out a hoarse, “is this okay?” before you put your own hand on his pushing it for the both of you. You don’t even want to come up for air, you just want him close to you, inside you.

You were learning far more about each other than you had expected, as Eren takes back over. He pushes himself further into you, muttering a good girl that has you whining. The vibrations around his cock make his hips buck, and now you’re gagging as his length hits the back of your throat. He holds you there instead of letting you off, and your nails are sharp against his thighs.

His head lolls back as he starts to move his hips under you, moving you in turn with your hair. He picks up the pace quickly, allowing saliva to drool from you and straight to his cock.

Your eyes prick, big fat tears forming at the corners. But you’re enjoying this way too much, the moans and gasps he gives make you moan, pressing your thighs together for some kind of friction.

He takes your jaw in his grasp, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Your tongue sits out your mouth, him smacking the head of his dick on it. He notices your tears then, the mascara that’s running a little. He swipes at the corner of your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss into your forehead.

Bringing you up to him, your dripping folds sliding across his length. His lips are on your cheeks, across your jaw, licking up your neck before reclaiming your plush lips once again. You continue grinding against one another, tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. Eventually Eren brings his hands to your hips, lifting you up as you hold his shaft up.

Your foreheads are pressed together as he slowly pushes inside you. The stretch is burning and all-consuming, eyes pricking up again as you feel him hit your furthest wall. Eren breathes out heavily, “So fucking tight”

You roll your hips, allowing some friction from him on your clit. It helps your muscles relax a little, and balancing your hands on his shoulders you push yourself up and down, using his length for your own pleasure. Eren’s eyes don’t leave your form, watching your breasts bounce and how your eyes flutter close as he fills you entirely.

“You really did want to be fucked, huh? Look at you” he teases you, watching as you go to talk back before he thrusts his hips up. It leaves the words caught in your throat.

His pace maintains, holding you in place as he fucks up into you, feeling your cunt clench around him. There are long moments where you hold your breath, holding his cock tight within you. Then you’ll release and moan, before holding it in again. Well, Eren is all too happy to help you with that.

One hand grabbing the flesh of your hip, the other wrapping around your throat, he pushes into you at a punishing rate. Your eyes go wide at the sudden restriction of your throat, feeling the cold metal of his ring against your pulse.

“Who knew this about you? That you were such a slut?”

As much as he knows you want to deny it, you want to smack the smugness from his voice, he can feel your pussy tighten around him. He sees your eyes roll back a little.

“You’re getting tighter.”

The hand on your hip moves down, attempting to hold you in place whilst letting his thumb press over your clit. The sounds of him slapping against your wetness is obscene, and he’s only distracted from it as you whimper out pathetic yes’s and please’s.

“You wanna cum?” he’s grunting, trying to keep the pace going until you can reach your peak.

You nod against his wide hand, still tight around your neck. “Oh you can do better than that. I already know how bad you want it, slut.”

“Please Eren, please make me cum. I want to cum, please, please, please” you can barely make out the words, your head going light and body tightening.

“Cum for me.”

You release, and as he can feel the fluttering of your walls around him, he lets go of your throat. The sudden oxygen as you cum leaves you overwhelmed. Burying yourself in his shoulder, he fucks you through it. Cock slapping up into your cunt over and over, somehow being sucked deeper in as you coat his length with more of your own slick. He can feel your nails breaking the flesh of his back as you’re holding on for dear life, moaning his name and even a fucking thank you into his ear.

As you begin to slow, legs shake as you stay straddled over him. He flips you, Eren now firmly on top, slowly moving in and out of you. The stimulation is intense, your cunt sparking at any sensation.

Caged between his forearms, his hair is a mess thanks to you. You push tendrils back past his ears as he leans down to kiss you once again. This kiss is different. It feels… less desperate. It feels deep and meaningful, caring even.

Your eyes meet in acknowledgment, both of you too worried to speak about the shift in tone.

He reaches down instead, pulling your leg up and splitting you on his cock. A tongue swipes at your nipple, biting and playing with each as he gradually picks up pace again. You’re still so fucking wet it’s easy for him to thrust into you at a dizzying pace. You can feel all of him against your gummy walls. Each time he passes that special spot inside you, you moan and gasp, and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

His thrusts were becoming more primal, holding your thighs close around his hips. Letting your sweaty bodies collide again and again, his balls slapping against you. The grunts and moans coming from his lips were so infuriatingly erotic. Eren just wanted one more from you, and then he’d let himself finish. If this was to be a drunken mistake, so be it, but he would at least make it memorable.

Those jade eyes were on you once again, the power and dominance radiating from the immeasurable. He can see you barely being able to hold on, completely fucked out beneath him. You’re moaning and whining, hands moving over the swell of your breasts and playing with your nipples as if it’s going to keep you grounded.

He sits up, eyes flicking down to where you were conjoined. It took so much restraint not to cum inside you right then and there. Your glistening sex was so tight around him, the wet slapping noises echo again and again. You’re pulling and sucking him in, cream pooling around his length.

“Give me one more, y/n. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”

You try to look up at him through heavy lids. Your friend Eren saying this is so taboo. The words he’s said tonight so far from normal for the both of you. You flutter around him, somehow your pussy still wants to be fucked, still wants to push you off the edge one more time. You can feel the coil inside your stomach tightening.

Eyes rolling back, you can barely keep it together anymore. He’s pounding into you at a startling rate, fingers flicking over your clit again and again and again.

“P - please, it’s s-so good.”

Your breaths between words were quick, “you’re so big-”

“Yeah you like that? You like being so full of my cock? Such a pretty face you make when you’re all fucked out.”

Holy shit.

Eren could tell how much words affected you, your back arching and legs pulling him somehow closer into you.

“Come on, baby. I wanna hear those moans.” he’s grunting, getting so fucking close to losing himself in your cunt. He knows what he wants to hear most though, “say my name. Tell me who’s treating you how you should be”

With that, you’re losing yourself around him again. Writing on the bed, gripping sheets in tightly balled fists. White light taking over your sight as you clench around Eren. This orgasm was the most intense, taking your body by surprise in its overstimulated state. You weren’t even making a noise, just holding on to the high for as long as possible.

And then you shattered, whining and moaning, whispering his name over and over again.

As you moved underneath him, Eren kept his punishing pace up until he watched you expel the last of your energy. Name forming on your lips over and over again he falters, releasing inside you. You can feel the stickiness inside you, the sensation of being filled up. Eren watches for a moment as he sees the white pearls forming around your stretched out pussy.

His chest is back on yours as he kisses your neck, shoulders, whatever skin he can. Thrusting back into you a couple of times, he finally pulls out. You feel his cum dripping out of you, but you’re too spent to do anything about it.

Eren lies next to you, both of your bodies attempting to regulate from that.

“You okay?”

He’s checking in, making sure he didn’t go too far with someone he genuinely cares for.

You nod, turning to meet his stare. Giving him a drowsy smile, you’re not sure what comes next. But for now, you’re happy. Curling into his side, he puts an arm round you and lets you rest for a while. As he notices your breathing become deeper, he nestles into you, muttering something about clean up.

Moving away from you, you can make out some noises of a tap, drawers opening and closing. In your sleepy state you feel him gently wiping at you, two glasses of water being put on the bedside table. Finally he makes his way back to you, and Eren notes how cute you look. Hot and completely fucked out, yes. But also gentle and at peace, allowing the heaviness of sleep taking over.

He rests behind you, wanting to be back in your warmth. He pulls you in closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. The fragrance of you takes over his nostrils, and he’s all too eager to move closer to your hair, pressing one last kiss at the nape of your neck. Whatever tomorrow brings, he hopes it’s not the last time he gets to be this close to you.

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