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Perception

this takes place in the space au

warnings: swearing, existential terror?, fear, vomiting

taglist: @autism-alley , @awkwardgtace , @tripodcat-gt

The morning comes slowly as it tends to on a Saturday but unfortunately it comes all the same. I slept, albeit not that much but still it’s something. I take some time to stare up at the ceiling while waiting for my headache to fade slightly before I clear my throat.

“Jax, honey, you there?”

There’s a small pause before I get my answer.

“Mmm?”

And I smile a little when I hear his voice.

“You seem a little out of it, big guy. Were you asleep?”

Another pause before

“Mmhmm.”

And now I can’t help but crack a small smile.

“I still don’t get how a cosmic entity even needs sleep,” I mutter as I stretch and get out of bed.

“…not much to do out here,” the man mumbles back.

“Mmm. I guess that’s fair.”

I hear a yawn in my head and can’t help but yawn too before moving to the window and pulling it open. The view is shit but that’s not what I’m looking for. Instead, I turn my gaze to the sky and raise a hand, waiting a moment before an invisible force slowly wraps around it.

“Hey,” I whisper.

“Hey,” he whispers back.

The barrier around my hand tightens just slightly before it dissipates and I go back inside.

“So, what are you planning on doing today, M? It’s…Saturday, right?��

I search the room and find some wearable clothes on the floor. “Yup.”

“So no janitor stuff today?”

“Nope.”

“But you’re still up early.”

“I couldn’t sleep well again. And anyway, I got a commission I need to get working on.”

“Artist stuff?”

“Artist stuff.” I pull a shirt over my head before I continue. “Today’s special though.”

“How so?”

“The customer wanted a custom piece. Big. Bigger than my usual stuff anyway, so I’ll need to get some more wood today. And I’ll be out in the open so you’ll get to see me work.”

“Really?”

The excitement in his voice makes me laugh.

I look at the drawing in my sketchbook again before making a few more marks on the block of wood sitting on the stump in front of me. Client wanted a great horned owl statue for his front yard. And as soon as I get this out of the way, I’ll be able to pay rent so it has to be perfect.

I can feel a familiar chill crawl up my spine as an inconceivably huge set of eyes focuses on my work but do my best to ignore it.

“…so what I’m doing right now is marking the wood so I can start carving. It helps with accuracy,” I call out over my shoulder.

“Ahhh, ok.”

And now I feel my shoulders start to relax again.

I add a few more details to the drawing of the owl before doing my best to replicate them on the wood. The eyes need to be just right for this to work. They need to be wide and full of life, giving the dead wood the impression of something breathing. This statue isn’t going to be painted so the carving needs to speak for itself, each individual scratch left behind adding to the illusion I’m trying to create. The eyes need to be well defined without being too distracting. Maybe messing with the lacquer will help to get the effect I’m going for, adding just a touch of darkness to the wood and giving them the depth they need. The eyes, the eyes, the eyes…

Eyes on me

My hand hesitates over the wood, the tip of my pencil resting over the eye of the owl, graphite just starting to graze the wood. Jax has been relatively quiet this whole time, perfectly content with watching me for as long as he can see me unobstructed by the treetops and roofs of buildings. It’s almost absurd to think about and as I finally snap myself out of that train of thought and try to get back to my work, I can’t resist finally calling out to him again.

“…hey, Jax?”

“Yeah, M?”

“I…sorry, you probably get asked this question all the time but…”

“Yeah?”

“…what’s it like?”

“…what do you mean?”

“…what’s it like being you?”

“Lonely. …at least, before I met you, Mia.”

The words are warm and even though I can feel a smile tugging at my lips, distant warning sirens start to go off in my head as something starts to feel off. The words are warm but if I didn’t know any better, I’d almost say that…

“…Jax?”

“Mia?”

“Are you…doing something?”

“What do you…oh.”

“Oh?”

“I…sorry I was...,” an awkward cough rings out in my head before his voice drops to a borderline whisper, “…uh, hugging the planet. I…sorry, did you feel that?”

My heart rate picks up slightly as I look up to face the cloudless sky, forcing my grip on my pencil to loosen before it snaps. “I…yeah, I…uh…the temperature…rose a little.”

“…oh. …sorry about that.”

There’s silence for a moment as I try to wrap my head around what just happened before I try to speak again.

“I…the planet in your hands, being cosmic, being you. What’s that like?”

“Well, it’s kinda…mmm…I’m…not really sure how to explain it to be honest.”

“I guess that’s fair.”

“…yeah,” Jax replies distantly.

I wait for him to continue but as the silence stretches on and on, I just go back to trying to bring out the eyes of the owl. I get lost in my work for a while, trying to angle the eyes just right to give the statue just the tiniest hint of movement, scratching at the wood with the graphite until finally something I’m happy with starts to take shape. I take a step back and examine my work, hands itching for my carving knife when Jax finally speaks again.

“…why don’t I just show you?”

“Show me wha-”

I’m in space. I’m in fucking space. Millions of stars and void and distant galaxies surround me and I’m floating on nothing. It’s all so strangely beautiful. But

It's all so empty.

Endless cosmos swirling all around me in an overwhelming explosion of colours and lights and yet it’s completely silent, not another living thing as far as I can see. I’m completely…

Alone.

I find myself looking down and now I’m even more confused. My arms are…not my own. Thick with fat and pale. The large swell of a stomach below them. I’m wearing what seems to be some kind of flowing cropped shirt and a long skirt to go with it. My hands are currently cupped in front of me, held close to my face. And in those hands are-

My breath catches in my throat.

Is…that…it…it can’t be but..

The Earth. The Earth, the blue green planet cupped almost tenderly in my massive hands. It’s the size of a marble to me. The whole world. My heart jumps when I watch it rolls slightly as I adjust my hands, moving the multi-coloured pebble that is my planet into one of my palms. I watch as it rolls into the dip of my palm and stays there. I…my goddamn thumbnail is bigger than it.

“This is me,” I hear a voice say quietly. A man’s voice. Jax. So…this is…

“And,” my now free hand comes forward, absolutely engulfing the Earth in a massive shadow before I use my fingers to readjust the little planet, feeling a scream catch in my throat when my oversized digits make contact with the thing. But the fingers stop just short of the billions of fragile lives on the surface of the tiny rock, protected only by what seems to be a thin barrier. I want to stop, to pull my hand away but still it continues against my wishes. I watch helplessly as a single claw comes forward. Reaches out and finally touches down on a small piece of green. The claw stops just short of impaling the continent, instead tapping lightly on the miniscule barrier. “That’s you,” the voice finishes quietly.

And now I’m in the park again, block of wood in front of me, grass beneath my feet.

I look around wildly, breathing so hard I almost choke on the intake. I look up at the sky and can almost imagine the dull thud of the massive claw touching the barrier, can see the image playing over and over and over in my head. I feel nauseous. I feel…I feel…I’m drenched in sweat. I can’t…my head hurts…I…oh God, what did I…I…Jax…is…he has…

I can still see the whole planet rolling slightly in my palms as I shift slightly.

As he shifts slightly.

I…oh God I…he…I…bile rises in my throat.

“Mia!” a voice exclaims in my head as I lean over and puke into the grass. I’m trembling bad. I swipe at my mouth with the back of my hand before I slowly lower myself to the ground, wrapping my arms around my trembling legs and burying my head in my knees. My breaths are fast and shaky and my vision blurs with tears. My head is pounding and pounding and pounding in time with my heart and I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I-

“…Mia?”

And now I flinch.

The man I’ve been talking to all this time. Sometimes I forget he…

“…Mia? …are you-”

“Give me a moment,” I force out between breaths, the words coming out much harsher than I intended, something close to a growl carrying them as tears start to spill from my eyes.

“…alright,” comes Jax’s quiet reply after a moment.

And in the dead silence that follows, I try to focus on my breathing. I try to focus on calming my thoughts. I try to focus on anything but what just happened but it’s not working.

I breathe. I breathe. I breathe I breatheIbreatheI-

“Jax.”

There’s a pause.

“…yeah, M?”

“What the hell are you even doing?”

Dead silence.

“…what?”

“I…I’m not even a fucking speck to you. I’m nothing. I’m less that nothing. But you still talk to me. I just…what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m…talking to my friend,” he whispers.

Friend. Friend. A piece of dust on a tiny rock he carries around is his friend.

The image of the world rolling around in his hands like a fucking children’s toy flashes in my mind and I feel bile rising again, hugging my knees tighter and tighter and tighter until finally

“How…I don’t…how could…HOW COULD I POSSIBLY BE YOUR FRIEND?”

“…Mia, I-“

“DON’T. DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT, RIGHT NOW. I- HOW COULD I POSSIBLY BE ANYTHING TO YOU? I…WHY ARE YOU…WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING? WHY ANY OF THIS? WHY SAVE US? WHY TALK TO ME? WHY? I…I DON’T…I DON’T UNDERSTAND.“

“…I…I saw an inhabited planet that was dying and I wanted to help.” Jax sounds close to tears now and I can feel my head spinning. The world isn’t even in orbit. It’s in the hands of a fucking giant. “I talk to you because you let me and I-“ a sob racks through him, “I thought we were okay. I thought you were okay with me being here but I…I’m sorry, alright? I’m sorry about my size and-,” another sob, “and that I keep scaring you and that this is the only way to keep your planet safe and…and for showing you what it’s like out here and for talking to you and for that time I stopped you from getting a drink at the vending machine and when I-“

Wait.

Jax goes on and on and on in my head, wailing about hanging out with me and the fake sky he projects onto the Earth and annoying me and whatever the hell else he can think about in his panic but as he continues, my fear clogged brain chooses to latch onto one of his confessions in particular and latch on hard.

The vending machine. The vending machine. He did that on purpose. When the stupid little hatch was stuck for a long ass time before it finally gave way and let me get my drink. And Jax acted dumb when I asked if it was him.

But it was him.

And it’s strange but…the mundanity of it all almost helps to calm me some. The giant man big enough to hold the world used his powers to play a harmless prank on me and then lie about it. To my face. And he remembered it too, remembered it so well that he felt the need to apologize about it now. That’s just…that’s…I focus on that for now, the incident playing in my head over and over as very very gradually, my breathing starts to slow until finally it reaches something just short of normal.

And as my head starts to clear and I blink the tears out of my eyes, I focus on my breaths and the grass under my palms as I slowly allow myself to unfurl.

Take a few more breaths as I listen as Jax’s words, a pang of guilt building in my chest as he heaves again.

…

Jax.

…I know him.

I…know him.

I take a long breathe in, hold it and then slowly let it out.

“…Jax.”

“-being a monster and-“

“Jax.”

“-I keep asking you all these questions and-“

“JAX. SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONE SECOND.”

Surprisingly, the man stops in an instant, the only sound in my head the occasional heave between sobs.

“Jax.”

There’s no response at first.

“Honey.”

No response.

“Dude.”

No response.

“Asshole.”

There’s a watery chuckle.

My heart pounds so loud I can hear it in my ears but still I try to make my voice playful. “I thought you said that vending machine thing wasn’t your fault, big guy.”

Dead silence and despite it all I can’t help but smile.

“Care to explain?”

More silence.

And then

“…uh…” It’s nothing short of a murmur but still, it’s something.

“Yeah?”

“…I just…I thought…uh…”

“You thought it would be funny to use your barriers to fuck with me.”

“…yeah.”

“Dick.”

“Oh.”

“Asshole.”

“Oh.”

“I want sincerity next time.”

“…oh?”

“The next time you fuck with me, I want you to own it, alright?”

There’s a lengthy pause on his end before

“…but Mia, I-“

“Alright?”

“…why are you doing this?”

And now he just sounds confused.

“…you’re my friend, Jax. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I…I don’t want to lose you either.”

I nod up at the sky, shooting him a small smile at the sentiment before turning to the ground again to steady myself. Jax is silent but I can still feel his gaze on me and I wait for the shake to leave me before I finally look up at the sky again.

“Then you’re not losing me.”

Jax doesn’t say anything but I hear a slight exhale pass through my head like a small chuckle.

“…Jax, you’re not going to scare me away but for the love of God please do not do that again. …or at least warn me first.”

“I…yeah. …I’m sorry, Mia.”

I sigh. “I’m sorry too. It wasn’t fair of me to lash out like that. You’re good. You’re kind. You’re…kind of a dick apparently but it wasn’t fair of me to say all that stuff about you.”

“…thank you, Mia. Seriously, thank you. …but…are you really sure you want to keep doing this?”

“I keep my word. And I don’t hate being around you so that’s a plus.”

“Hey.”

I smile up at him before I start walking around, trying to get the jitters out of my system before I can finally bring myself to continue my work. Neither of us say anything but as the tension dissipates, the silence is almost comfortable. Something eventually occurs to me though.

The world in his hands, the pad of his thumb bigger than it. His arms. Stomach. Legs. I think I could make out a bit of his hair too.

“Jax?”

“Mia?”

“What do you look like?”

“…I’m not really sure. I’ve…only ever seen what you have, to be honest. …why do you ask?”

“You look like a human.”

There’s a pause on his end.

“…I guess I do.”

“Why do you look like a human?”

“I…don’t know.”

“You could be a human, you know? Like…I don’t know, maybe you got blown up to this size and sent back in time for this exact purpose.”

“…or maybe it’s just a coincidence.”

“Eh, maybe.”

There’s silence for a moment before I speak again. “I…guess it doesn’t matter either way. You’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

“…yeah.” And I can hear the small smile in his voice, imagining it for a long moment before I just sigh.

“…still, I wish there was a way to see what you look like.”

Jax is silent for a long time and I can’t help but raise a brow.

“What’s up?”

“…huh?”

“You got quiet again. What are you thinking about?”

“…I mean…”

“Yeah?”

“The sun is fake, Mia.”

My eyes widen slightly as what he’s insinuating starts to dawn on me. “…the sky is an illusion.”

“Yeah.”

“…so technically, you could-“

“…yeah.”

“But dropping the illusion probably isn’t the best idea unless you want mass hysteria.”

“Mmhmm.”

I try to think about it for a second. “…is there…maybe a way you could drop the illusion for…just me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone else sees sky. I see…outside.”

Jax is quiet for a moment.

“…can you do that?”

“…I’m not sure that’s the best idea, M. I mean you literally just-“

“I know I know but…I want to see who I’m talking to.”

Jax is quiet.

“And I think maybe you’d like to be seen too.”

“…hmm.”

“Hmm?”

“I…I don’t know, M. The thought of me scares you.”

“You were gentle.”

“…what?”

“The way you hold the Earth, like you’re…I don’t know, cradling it? It was terrifying, sure, but…I don’t know, it was gentle. You’re gentle. And you care so so much about beings so much smaller than you it’s unreal. You’re scary, yeah but…I’d like to think that I know you. And…that’s the man I want to see. Not some massive incomprehensible cosmic entity. I just want to see my giant best friend.”

“…oh.”

“Don’t fucking oh me after all that!”

“Sorry I,” he laughs, “I just…wow. I...I don’t know what to say. I…thank you? I guess? I…holy shit, Mia.”

I try to wave him off. “Yeah, yeah.”

“…thank you,” he whispers.

I try to fight the smile off my face. “Yeah okay, I get it. So do you wanna do this?”

“Anything for my best friend,” the man all but purrs.

“…actually, I think I just hate you.”

The man laughs and I frown up at the sky.

“So, can you do it?”

“I can definitely try.”

I nod. “Go ahead then.”

I hear Jax take a deep breath. “…okay.”

I take a breath in kind and hold it, squeezing my hands as I brace myself for whatever’s about to happen.

I expect the change to be huge. Monumental. But one blink is all it takes for the sky to completely disappear. No flashy lights. No deafening noises. Just a quick flash and everything changes.

And now

Now the sky is something else entirely, the bright blue replaced by an endless black void lined at the corners of my vision with grey.

I stare up at it, frozen as my brain tries to catch up with what just happened when all at once, the view starts changing rapidly. The black shrinks and becomes something hauntingly familiar. An eye, then two, a nose, a mouth and finally

I’m staring up at the face of a man, his arm outstretched and disappearing under the horizon. His mouth is a thin line and his eyes are filled with concern, brows furrowed as he takes me in. The face of a total stranger but one that is undeniably human.

Jax.

The sight is almost impossible to comprehend, a man in the sky staring back at me. All around him I can see the deep purples and blues and blacks of cosmos I’ve only ever seen in desktop wallpapers. Jax is up there. He’s actually holding the planet. He’s actually real.

He doesn’t speak as we silently take each other in and I try to absorb every single detail of him that I can even as I feel my nails start digging into my skin. My muscles are so tightly coiled now that when a bug suddenly lands on me, it sends my arm flying and the consequences of this are immediate as the sky seemingly reacts to the movement, turning from the giant man floating in space to a multitude of blurry colours that dance across the horizon.

This stops just as quickly as it starts and now the giant’s expression is vaguely sheepish.

“Sorry,” I hear Jax’s voice whisper in my head though the man’s mouth doesn’t move with the words.

It takes me a few moments too long to find my voice again. “You…Jax, what the fuck just happened?”

The man looks away, his lips pursed. “Well…you moved so suddenly that I…well…”

“…that you jumped?”

There’s a pause before he gives a small nod.

“Jax?”

“Mia?”

“Are you…scared of me?”

“I…well…I’ve never had anyone actually look at me, you know? This is…new.”

“I…guess it is.”

Jax barely moves as I take him in and when he jerks away slightly when I move too fast trying to take the crick out of my neck from staring up at the sky for so long, I realize I should probably do something to help ease the tension.

My heart hammers in my chest but as I stare up at the sky, soaking in the features of the man I’ve been talking to for months, an idea comes to me.

“…Jax?”

“…Mia?”

“You…said you don’t know what you look like, right?”

“I…yeah. Why?”

I stare up at him for a long moment before I slowly make myself stand on trembling legs and take a few steps to retrieve my sketchpad from where I dropped it during my…fit of terror. And it’s almost funny but as I move, Jax keeps his eyes glued on me as if he’s scared I’m going to attack him. It’s a completely absurd notion but as I hug my sketchpad to my chest like a shield, the thought of something like him being scared of something like me is so ridiculous that a laugh escapes me before I can stop it and the sudden noise causes Jax to start again.

I give him an apologetic look before taking a seat in the grass, turning to an empty page and holding the tip of my pencil to the paper, watching the light trail it leaves behind grow as I try to stop my own hands from shaking. I erase the scribble and try again, erasing and pressing the pencil to the paper over and over until finally it settles enough to stay.

I take a deep deep breath, try to get lost in the promise of a blank canvas before finally, finally raising my eyes to meet Jax’s again. His eyes widen slightly and I can see the way his shoulders tense almost in synch with mine but I hold his gaze in the endless silence and he does the same.

I squeeze my pencil, swallowing before I finally bring myself to speak again.

“You,” the words start off slow but I push on. “Your hair is…it’s long and…flowing.” In the void of space, the man’s hair floats all around him, giving the effect that he’s deep underwater. “It’s blond…that’s yellow, by the way.”

Jax cocks his head slightly at my words, listening in silence for a while before his free hand reaches up to grab a few free floating strands and hold them to his face. He breaks eye contact for only a second to look at his hair. “Blond…,” I hear him whisper in my head and I slowly nod, my hands moving almost automatically to try and capture the sight on paper.

“Your eyes are…grey. They…they remind me of storm clouds right before the rain.”

Jax just nods, waiting for me to finish a rough sketch of his face before I continue.

“Your skin is white.”

Jax looks at his skin quizzically. “This is white?”

I sketch out the wide berth of his shoulders and clean up the shape of his head. “In regular colours, no, but when referring to skin colour, yeah actually.”

“Hmm.”

“…I…can’t see much of you now but when you…fucking, I don’t know, projected yourself into my head or whatever, I could see that you were fat.” I try to sketch out an approximation of his body from memory. “I can’t see much of your clothes now either but they were a really nice mix of orange and purple.” And I try to make it flow as much as it did in my head. “A shirt and a skirt, I think. And, man, they really suited you.”

“…thanks, M.”

I just nod in response and take more time to clean up the sketch in silence while Jax watches me work. And once I’m happy with the sketch, I reach up and grab some pencil crayons to get started on the rest, the familiar scratching of wax on paper helping to sooth me some in the silence. Jax eventually starts humming a small tune he heard somewhere to pass the time and I can’t help but smile a little.

The clothes more or less finished, I’m about to start on his skin when I pause, the wax of the pencil hanging uncertainly over the drawing’s face.

I stare at the expression on the paper for a long moment. It’s scared. Wide eyed. Uncertain. Everything it was when I first saw him. But that’s not how I want to portray him here.

I look back up to the sky and the song in my head immediately pauses as Jax takes me in again, his brows starting to crease as he watches me.

I tap my pencil on the paper as I think. “Hmm…”

“Hmm?”

“Your expression.”

“…what about it?”

“…you…,” I think about it for a second. “Your eyes are wide. And...your mouth is a fine line. Your eyebrows are creased with worry and I can tell by the tension in your shoulders that you want nothing more than to drop visibility and go back into hiding.”

Jax’s face falls slightly. “…that’s-”

“But,” I interrupt him. “You’re still here. You’re trying for my sake and I appreciate that more than anything else.”

“…oh.”

The word is almost whispered and now I watch as Jax’s expression changes into something softer, his mouth hesitantly twisting into a small smile and his eyes finally leaving mine as he focuses on a spot off to the right, his brows raising slightly as he thinks about my words.

I enjoy the scene for as long as I dare before my hands scramble for my pencil again and I roughly sketch out the expression, changing the angle of his face slightly to match the one in the sky before I work on bringing it to life. The rapid movement catches Jax’s attention and his eyes eventually return to watch me work again, though a small smile still touches his lips.

Time passes almost peacefully as I clean up the man’s expression and add the small reflection of the Earth that shines faintly in his eyes. It’s terrifying if I think about it for too long but as Jax eventually picks up his song from where he left off and I melt into my work, I find I can’t really bring myself to care.

What I’m drawing is my friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

And so finally, after a dozen or so finishing touches and once the ache in my back from leaning over the page gets too much to ignore, I finally put down my tools with a sigh and examine my work.

…it would do.

“…Jax?”

“Yeah, M?”

My eyes run over the drawing a few more times to check for errors before I stand and look up at the man in question. “Do you want to see what you look like?”

Jax’s eyes widen at that, his gaze traveling down to the sketchbook in my hands for a second before he meets my eyes again. “…you drew me?”

“I-what did you think I was drawing?”

Jax just shrugs at me helplessly and I can’t help but laugh at the sheer bewilderment on his face.

“…you ready to see what you look like, big guy?”

He stares at me for a long moment before finally giving me the smallest of nods.

I nod back and, after giving him a few more seconds to get ready, turn the sketchbook and hold it out to him.

And for a long, long time, Jax just stares at the page, his expression unreadable. But slowly, he starts to move again, moving his free hand up to run his fingers along the outline of his nose or the shape of his eyebrow or the dip of his chin. The process is slow going as Jax slowly matches what he can feel with my drawing of him. And even though after he takes so long I eventually have to sit down again, propping the sketchbook open on the block I was carving before I do so I don’t interrupt him, I can’t help but enjoy the moment. The ways his eyes sparkle, irises twitching to absorb every single detail of the piece, his brows furrowed with intensity and his mouth pursed in concentration as he takes himself in.

And finally, his gaze turns back to me and the full weight of the happiness on his face is almost enough to completely overwhelm me.

“That’s me,” he whispers and the absolute giddiness in his voice brings a small smile to my face.

“Yeah, it is.”

“I...thank you, Mia! I…I can’t-…I don’t-”

Jax fumbles with his words for a moment before he stops trying to talk and instead I feel invisible walls close around me on all sides as he uses his barriers to momentarily trap me in a weird hug of sorts.

“…thank you,” he finally whispers again and I smile.

#this took A While to write #writeblr #original writing #original story #Jax and Mia #space au #ocs #the rooster crows #thanks for reading!

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twodragonspirits · 2 years

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This is for @calcium-cat because I didn’t really want to shove all of this in an ask. Anyhow, it’s been a rough week, so I decided to go revisit One Small Dream. I couldn’t stop smiling as I read it! I had (regretfully) forgotten how cute and sweet the whole book is. Granted, there are the angsty points, but the story is just so much richer with all the trouble lurking beneath the fluff. I could go on and on about this story; it’s one of my absolute favorites out of all the stories I’ve read!! And because I love music, I happen to come across songs that I realize fit OSD or one of its many amazing AUs. I’ve made a little playlist, and then a full animatic idea (the latter will be under the cut)

-Fourth of July, Sufjan Stevens: StoneSleep (Nightmare’s perspective) -Shatter Me, Lindsey Stirling: StoneSleep (Dream’s perspective) -It’s All So Incredibly Loud, Glass Animals: same AU as Intervention, Intermission, but earlier in that timeline. (That’s also a wonderful fic please go read it.) -Warrior, ElysianSoul: timeline leading up to OSD -Wyrd, Glass Animals: Chapter 2 of OSD -Brother, The Hound and the Fox: Calluna’s version of DreamTale

Here is for the last song. I just couldn’t resist and it’s just so perfect-

The intro lyrics show scenes of how things were for the apple twins—when times were good, before the villagers showed up.

1st Verse The first half of the first verse is Dream always leaving with “you tried to run away, but I begged you to stay”. “Where’d you go? I don’t know” shows Nightmare looking on in sadness, and through the whoa it could show stages of maturity, and the expression goes from sad to angry to bitter, to resentful (or it could show the moments right before the main part of the Apple Incident, so Nightmare losing his eye and all that). The second part of the first verse (“you tried to medicate”) is the whole of the Apple Incident, and “but you found there’s no escape” is the ensuing corruption. “Where’d you go, all alone?” is the aftermath.

First Chorus The first half of the first chorus can be them looking back on the whole thing, maybe meeting each other on opposite sides of the battlefield for the first time. There are all sorts of conflicting emotions, but anger and grief are the most prominent along with the startling/frightening realization that they’re going to fight against each other now. Maybe those moments don’t come in until the bass (so the second half), and the first half of the chorus can be maybe a flashback to when things were right between them… I don’t have good specific scenes for this one, I’m sorry.

Alternatively, they meet, and then Dream tries saying “we shared the same home and mother…” (and he’s being much more genuine this first time), and at “we need each other”, Nightmare scowls, probably laughs in the irony and hysterical anger (because he’s still a little more unhinged and the wounds are still raw). Then Nightmare responds with the bass, “you still love her…you don’t need to suffer…” which can imply Dream still loves the rest in general more than him, that Dream should surrender the fight (and probably his life). Or, instead of a vocal retaliation, Nightmare just attacks.

Second Verse First part of the second verse flashes forward through all the years of fighting, and it starts as Dream’s “stop being evil; I ‘forgive’ you” speech. “I wished it all away” is Nightmare’s inner hatred for it. Then Dream continues with, “Why’d you go? I don’t know!”

Second Chorus The first half of the second chorus is various battle scenes. They’re at each other’s throats, and their attacks are brutal. The implication of the rift between them growing is obvious.

Second half of the chorus is Nightmare, probably all roughed up from a recent battle and the idea for the suppressant comes to mind. He’s thinking “you don’t need to suffer” to himself, and scoffs at the following lyric: “brother”. The lone “brother” could focus on the Vial, but I’m not sure.

Bridge(??) This has a series of scenes from the “hook” (beginning, but hook sounds cooler so-) of OSD: the moment where Nightmare kidnaps Dream, an image of the vial/potion moment (where Dream’s drinking it), then an image of little Dream staring up, and at the oh, Nightmare’s staring down in horror/shock/etc.

The second sequence follows through key events of OSD thus far: the visit to Sci, Nightmare finding Dream in the forest, Dream with Nightmare after he loses the tentacle (taking care of him or the skull touch when they’re falling asleep, I can’t decide), then Dream clutching the crown as he and Nightmare stare at each other.

Bridge... Part II? Third Verse??? I can’t music- “Brother, that could’ve been me…” could be Nightmare explaining what happened, and “I feel so broke” is absolutely Dream’s soul-broken look when he thinks it’s his fault. “When I look in your eyes,” they meet each other’s gazes (Nightmare with his suspicion/fear that Dream wouldn’t want to be his brother, Dream just before he breaks). “And I don’t see mine” is where Dream throws himself into Nightmare’s arms—maybe this even includes an overlay audio of Dream whispering “sorry” through his tears.

And this is where I get stuck because I can’t figure out how exactly to fill the last stanza. I just can’t think of something chronologically accurate and still make it flow smoothly. So alternatively, from the “that could have been me” line on, it could play out a little faster. So the first line stays the same (explanations), but on “broke” is where Dream flings himself into Nightmare. At “when I look in your eyes”, Nightmare strokes the back of Dream’s skull before pulling back, and “and I don’t see mine” is where he’s apologizing, bowing his skull because he’s thinking it’s all his fault.

Ending “Oh, brother,” Dream cups Nightmare’s face, saying he forgives him with a grin. Then, his face falls to confusion, he sits back and question marks appear as he’s asking (there are two images for this line, first the forgiveness, then the questions—follow the rhythm/timing of the piano chords, not the vocals).

Nightmare answers during “we share the same home and mother”, still looking pretty remorseful, maybe a bit anxious. Dream stands up and puts the crown on his brother’s head at “we need each other”, and then their gazes meet at “brother”.

The last, lone “brother” has them keeping each other in a tight embrace.

End notes! I know this is probably really hard to read since it’s so quote-heavy, but I don’t want to separate every line, if that makes sense? I want to keep the verses and choruses together. I hope splitting halfway through them and labelling each part helped keep this easier to read, but didn’t blur all the ideas together in one go. If you made it down here, congrats! And thank you very much for taking the time to read this (somewhat messy) idea! Have a wonderful day everyone! -twodragonspirits <3

#long post #gift post #One Small Dream #This took a while to write #...I hope the beginning didn't sound rude #or self-centered #I'm just excited qnq #Spirit rambles

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ocean-ai · 2 years

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Day 11: Thigh Riding - Taeil

Pairings: Taeil X Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 764

Warnings: Daddy! Taeil, Thigh Riding

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Spicy

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap,” Taeil said as you came out of the shower. You had a pair of panties and a bralette on and that was enough for Taeil to go crazy. He felt like you purposely picked the set that was his favorite color. You might have, but he didn’t have to know that.

You looked at your man, sitting on the couch with his legs spread. You knew what he wanted and you weren’t going to deny him of it. Shit, you wanted it too. You walked over to him, balancing yourself on one of his thighs. “Of course, Daddy.” You smiled at him before you put your arms around his shoulders and kissed him.

His lips tasted sweet like he had just eaten a piece of candy. You moaned into your kiss when you felt his hands caressing your ass. He pinched one of your cheeks and you yelped, moving slightly against his thigh. Your clit had rubbed against the muscle in his leg, turning you on. You pulled away from Taeil and raised your eyebrow at him. He smirked before placing his hands on your hips, “Do that again, baby,” he said softly into your neck.

You weren’t fully sure what he meant until you felt his hands start to push your hips, making you move on his thigh. You moaned slightly when you felt the friction of his clothed thigh against your center. Your panties were thin and you felt everything. You started to rock your hips against him, and you felt him smirk on your neck. He liked when you would do this to him; he enjoyed watching you fall apart.

Taeil’s grip tightened on you as he helped guide your hips on his thigh. He could feel you getting wet with each movement. Your breathing became labored with each passing second. He flexed his thigh and you moaned a little louder when he did that. You moved slightly and the new angle was hitting your clit deliciously. Your panties were soaked and you knew there were be a wet spot on Taeil’s grey sweats, but neither of you cared. You just wanted to get off on him.

You started to move your hips a little faster, rutting against him. You moaned when you realized that his hands were helping guide your movements. His kisses on your neck had become intoxicating and you felt euphoric with each movement on him. You loved the way you were feeling; you had completely forgotten how fun this was since you and Taeil had only done this once before. You looked at your man, his handsome face fixated on yours as your orgasm was approaching.

Taeil was getting hard as he watched you fall apart on him. He loved knowing you were satisfied in any possible way. He always got off knowing you were pleased, and seeing you like this was making him throb in his sweats. You were leaking through his pants and he couldn’t wait to give you even more pleasure than you were already experiencing. Taeil was a very patient man, he couldn’t come unless he knew you did too.

You leaned down to kiss him, your hands were on his shoulders, holding on tightly as you rocked your hips a little faster. You were getting closer and closer to your orgasm and you knew you were going to come at any given moment. Taeil knew by the way that you were whimpering and losing your rhythm in your hips. He moved one of his hands up to your chest and moved your thin bralette aside and began to toy with your nipple. He knew your nipples were very sensitive and always helped you come when you were as close as you were right now.

Your moans were becoming more strained and frequent when you could feel that familiar knot in your stomach begin to unravel. Taeil moved his leg and you screamed at the newer angle. It hit your clit perfectly and after a few more ruts against him, your legs began to shake as your orgasm took over. Taeil loved seeing how beautiful you were when you would come, it turned him on so much to see you like this.

When you had calmed down, he pulled you in for a kiss, it was sweet, but hungry. You knew that he was ready for more. You reached down and felt his erection in his pants and you felt excited again. “You can handle more, can’t you?” He cooed after pulling away from you.

“Of course, Daddy.”

#Taeil x reader #Taeil smut #Moon Taeil #kinktober #Moon Taeil smut #NCT #NCT 127 #NCT smut #weirdly enough #this took a while to write #i like it though

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nicholas-wolfwood · 1 year

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Waiting...

It had been two days now... Vash still hadn’t returned. He’d considered finding a way to ask the innkeeper if he’d said anything when he left- maybe hit the floor enough times to get someone’s attention. He’d tried that, but with the amount of noise other neighbors made (particularly at night), it had gone ignored. By the time morning came, he’d just been sitting listlessly in bed, debating whether or not to try and make it to the kitchen to force some water down. Even if his hunger and thirst had been diminished by whatever was in that tank, that didn’t mean his body no longer needed them. If his dry mouth was any indication, dehydration was setting in-...

Someone was at the door. Wolfwood sat up straighter, frowning a bit. Vash? If it was him, someone else was with him, it was more than one person. No. No, that wasn’t Vash. They were being too quiet. His hand moved for the blade he’d been fidgeting with most of the last two days, gripping the handle as the doorknob rattled, opening with a forced click. Three men crept into the inn room. Thieves, most likely, but what had them so bold? Wolfwood tensed, trying to figure out whether the bed or the floor would be a better spot to try and scare them off from (seeing as he couldn’t stand) when one of them spotted him.

Immediately, they lunged for him, and he gripped the knife, preparing to strike back-... But paused. If he stabbed them, it would kill them. Not that he gave a damn, but Vash wouldn’t be happy about that, he might not come back if he-

“Hey-!!” His snarling was quickly muffled by the men getting a hold of him, one clasping their hand over his mouth while another held their own knife to his throat.

“I thought you said the weirdo in this room skipped town!” The one keeping his mouth shut hissed.

“He did! I saw it! How was I supposed to know he was keepin’ some bitch in his bed?! Jus’ kill him an’ start searchin’ the place!” Yep. Definitely thieves.

He wasn’t giving them that chance. In a quick move, he twisted in the mens’ hold, burying his own knife deep into the side of the one with the firmest grip on him. A kidney shot. Fatal. A place he’d learned to aim for, and had hit on reflex. He didn’t have time to scold himself for that as the other two grabbed a hold of him. Normally it wouldn’t be an issue, but after a useless attempt to kick at them, he was knocked to the floor, the knife clattering across the wood as he fought to right himself, to crawl after it.

He didn’t have time before he felt the dagger pierce his chest, through his ribs.

“Crippled bitch! Stay down!” The man cursed, trying to wrestle the undertaker’s smaller form back to the bloodied floor. While Nicholas was certainly stronger, without the leverage of his legs, he was fighting with a massive handicap. If he had a weapon... Looking around as he fought to keep the man from stabbing him again, his eyes caught the gleam of the unnatural blade that had been dropped. He shoved against the man’s chest, this time using that leverage to shove himself close enough to grab it, even as the dagger cut into his stomach from his movement. Before any shouts of alarm could be had, the undertaker slashed the blade across his attacker’s throat, silencing him.

“W-what the hell?!” The last one backed up, that oh-so-familiar look in his eyes as the assassin refused to die, propping himself up rather than succumb to blood loss. ‘Monster’, they said. The man lunged for the door, and Nicholas acted on reflex as the killer he was trained to be, flinging the knife with enough accuracy and force to pierce the bastard’s head, leaving the corpse hanging against the wall.

Silence filled the room, nothing but his own wet panting and the soft dripping of blood from the new wall decoration, and his own wounds. Wolfwood’s hand slipped in one of the rapidly growing puddles and his head hit the floor with a groan, vision spinning.

Skipped town. That man had said Vash skipped town. That was why they had broken in. That couldn’t be true, right? His jacket was still here! He wouldn’t leave without that! Only... he had once before, hadn’t he? He remembered catching the details of that story. With Ship 3, he’d left it behind when he didn’t intend to return for it.

Or him.

Cold was setting in, and not (entirely) from the blood loss. He... he didn’t understand. He didn’t know why, but Vash was gone, and had left him behind here, nearly helpless. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised. This Vash had just had him dumped on him after the rescue, and had to deal with his useless self for over a day, unsure how long it would be. He’d been needy, requiring help for such simple things. Weak. Pathetic. It was a wonder Vash had taken him back in the first place.

That still didn’t stop the cold hurt from spreading through his chest. What... What was he supposed to do now?

What had he done wrong?

#ic status #this took a while to write #long post #v: stampede #event: aftermath #event: severed spine

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cathalbravecog · 1 year

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What do you think of Robert

Now if we ignore the previous ask and the fact it summoned him to appear in my dream this night,

He occupies pretty much the same place in my brain as Thomas because DUO DO NOT SEPARATE even if my brain only properly blorbos Thomas in that way Robert is a Different Feat I Suppose

He's a genuinely really intriguing character, we know so much about him and yet so little and I did speak about this on my Thomas post... We're given many tidbits on his life and his past primarily from Thomas himself, but we never know what he's actively doing in his life since he's always busy and off screen and I mean we do only see him in-game once and the rest are comic or ARG Thingamajigs appearances

And I've said how much I relate to Thomas personality wise, but like... Experience wise I actually strangely relate to Robert at least a little bit. I don't have the best relationship with (at least one) of my parents either, and I have a sibling who's kinda set up expectations for me that I'll never be able to meet - basically making me feel like the family failure even though I'm not treated that way (Except for the entire world being against me I guess I'm not going into all that)

And anytime those parts of his story are mentioned my heart drops a little not only because it's just... Ah man I kinda relate but also WHAT DID THEY SAY AND DO TO THIS GUY. Though I mean knowing what we know it's clear to make the a conclusion here since we know that they intended for Thomas to be the next head of THEIR company, but that's not for him and Robert was sort of left under the bus and wanted to leave all that and his parents behind and started COGS with his brother instead. (Like, more so neglect and ignorance than outright treating Robert worse, I suppose...? Buut-) This guy changed his whole fucking last name to not associate with his family though, so I feel like it goes way deeper than them just ignoring him and setting up only his brother for success instead and man my curious little brain aches to know BUT ALSO I DON'T NEED TO I would Explode I Think because Thomas/Robert lore as a whole just makes me fucking explode

Like, he's a bit tragic, but not too tragic. It's not like bait to make you feel bad for him, it's just about realistic and makes you able to form your own opinion on him... Considering his personality and how he acts and the things he does (I mean his company invaded the Toons and I don't think his idea of "We'll stay in our lane and they'll stay in theirs" is the same as the Toon's.) But it's like... Something that could happen and makes a pretty cruel villain character more understandable and like-able and gives him depth but I mean everyone be doing that nowadays with their villains. Soemtimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, the world needs more undoubtedly evil and cruel villains (most recent excellent example is Jack Horner in Puss in Boots and the Last Wish)... But that doesn't always work and there's diversity in villains

And y'know what? I like the fact him and other Cogs are this way. Does not excuse the things he did, yeah, but being able to have villains like this you can enjoy is great... Anyways, ramble about villain characters and him as basically the main antagonist and villain of TTCC over - (Tbh I wouldn't even call him a typical villain anyway, but he is still an antagonist)

I like how you can tell there's more to him than just an anger issue filled, overly confident asshole (though he is still that very much so, undeniably!)... He still can care for people, and he is a very caring father to Bobby. And what's a trope I like? Villain/Antag dad who's very nice to their kids? Glances over at Cathal and Allan? Yes I am aware I have problems

And the dialogue where he watered Bubby for Thomas I. I can't stop thinking about it. Maybe mostly on the Thomas side, honestly. But aurgh. This guy is being such an asshole in there and yet he still does something for his brother, even if annoyed. Like... Despite everything these two have each others backs. Even Thomas deeply cares about Robert, still, with how concerned he is about Crystalline and him noticing how she is manipulating and using Robert. ROBERT PLEASE JUST DIVORCE FOR GOOD. WHAT IS SHE EVEN SAYING OR DOING TO HIM I HAVE TO KNOW. THIS "LARGE AND IN CHARGE" AS HE LIKES TO SAY GUY. BIG BAD BOSS. TYPE OF GUY YOU DON'T MESS WITH AND ... This is happening in the background? How even is he behind the scenes, really? Same with Thomas too like WHAT DO YOU GUYS DO OUTSIDE OF WORK I MUST KNOW. does robert even like put up any acts ever or does the position he has allow him be himself more?? or feel finally respected?? is that the case? i mean clearly he does want some kinda power as well but like... sir you highkey made a company to spite your parents and separate from them and show who's better

anyways AURGHH This April Toons was just AURGHH yes THANK YOU!! THOMAS KNITTING CLUB!! MORE INTERACTIONS BETWEEN CHARACTERS! BUT ALSO IM CLAWING AND BITING! WHO IS CRYSTALLINE AND WHAT IS SHE DOING !! I HOPE SHE AT LEAST TREATS BOBBY NICELY WADDAE HELL !EXPLODES ! lets agree that

like PLEASE. CLASHCREW I NEED to know more about these two. im gonna explode.we are already given so much shit about them like arg apparances comic appearances some mentions from other characters and like with thomas like tons and tons of dialogue and being stuck with him in a room for like 20 minutes and him telling you ALL of this BUT. I NEED MORE THIS ISNT ENOUGH. CLAWS THE WALL CLAWS THE WALL IM SO NORMAL IM SO NORMAL IM SO

LIKE I!! cant even sound smart about this anymore these beasts just scratch my brain . okay . i enjoyesth them . anormal mamount

#[answered]#long #i.am bevery normala botut this old man he wont fckgiging leabe me alone plea.se help .#hoNESTLY Theres other slightly offtopic details and things i could talk about thomas robert and by extention bobby as well but RAHHHHHHHHH #MY BRAIN SCRAMPLED EGG #THIS TOOK A WHILE TO WRITE #I WROTE THE FIRST PART IN THE MORNING. SAVED AS DRAFT #CAME BACK NOW TO KEEP WRITING #LIKE #RAA #SO I LOST MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT A BIT IM JUST RAMBLING HERE #rambles #am i also slightly projecting onto this guy #both thomas and robert tbh but robert specifically in this post #.... JUST MAYBE

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thecohenproject · 11 months

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you're kind of a fucking idiot. are you actually allergic to any attempt at help? i'm considering just leaving you to your own devices, completely, and seeing what happens.

“Hey why didn’t you automatically fully trust the cryptic emails and weird information from the anonymous distorted voice? That’s so stupid of you.” That’s what you sound like.

I’m being cautious. I’m not that fucking trusting

Do whatever you want. Like I care

Though… I think if you were able to let something like this go, you would have given up on me already. Are you just as stuck as I am?

#the cohen project #solarantithesis #gee be nicer to the guy in the hospital #like c’mon #I’m wounded I’m injured and you’re talking to me like this?#whatever happened to “get well soon“#like honestly. be polite damn #this took a while to write #I’m still trying to take it easy so #update #I guess #7/2/23 #asks

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shouldprobablybereading · 1 year

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how do you feel about our current cast becoming heralds in book 5?

or do you think only Szeth might get locked in or no one get's it

Long answer I am so sorry for rambling because I apparently opinions on this

It entirely depends on what being a herald will mean going forward. Are they reinstating the oathpact? Are people going back to be tortured on braise? Will it be more of a formal title, taking it upon yourself to protect humanity? Like the company of light or the avengers

I think overall that I feel similar for being "a herald" as I do for other similar groups being replaced over time, they're kinda pointless without the original context. Kinda like when dalinar declared amaram a knights radiant simply because they needed someone.

But assuming becoming a herald in this instance means taking up a similar role of responsibility however the post kowt situation asks of it

For Kaladin I don't want it in any capacity pretty much no matter what (not sure how controversial this opinion is) Pretty much his entire story has been about outside forces "the world" if you will putting him through so much. While his main character flaw is in addition taking too much responsibility and feeling a need to protect others to the point that he is responsible for whether they live or die. Yeah, I can't see a situation where becoming a herald in any capacity would be anything but a punishment for him. At this point in the story I don't want to see him in pain, I want him to have a happy ending and find peace

For shallan and dalinar I could accept more "sacrificial, dealing with the world" type endings, tho I don't want either of them to be heralds. Shallans arc seems like it's gonna extend into wider cosmere related stuff, so I guess immortality could fit in there somewhere. Dalinar has also been through some stuff (it’s stormlight), but unlike kaladin it's not because the world has been cruel to him as much as him making bad decisions. And his entire thing is taking responsibility, which I think work better with saving the world themes. Tho he’s y’now kinda rather on the fused path currently

The most likely in my opinion would be the back 5 mcs, especially since those books are supposed to focus on the heralds and half of the characters are already heralds. And since I have no idea what their plotlines/character arcs are going to be by that time I don’t really have any strong opinions here. Again I just feel like it would be very awkward for jasnah and renarin to walk around calling themselves heralds and then hang out with taln..... I also don’t want any of them to be immortal

Is szeth a herald? or are you referring to him using jezriens sword? I feel like I have missed a wob here

In summary no I am not fond of the idea. I think the way that I view it, it just feels like the more natural progression would be moving away from heralding as we know it since it clearly didn’t work, at least as intended

#to be clear #these are my opinions and kaladin should be a herald because flying is cool is equally as valid #feel free to yell at me #this took a while to write #sry again for rambling

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thatpunnyperson · 11 months

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According to NBC here in the US, the missing titanic sub has been found. As debris. Off the bow of the Titanic wreckage.

And it looks like the sub suffered what we all suspected, and what was undoubtedly the more merciful of the two options: a catastrophic implosion from the pressure.

Also, more info has come to light about the fishing trawler with the hundreds of migrants that sank cataclysmically off the coast of Greece, indicating that the greek coast guard knew about the vessel AND how much trouble the vessel was in, and were towing it at a speed that made it capsize, at which point they unhooked the tow line and watched the trawler sink without helping the passengers to safety. Despite a bunch of other ships trying to help as well throughout the whole ordeal.

So a lot of people are dead, all because of regulations (and the lack thereof) regarding sea-faring vessels and rescue protocols. People shouldnt be allowed to make a business charging a ton of money for a ride on an uncertified, unsafe, un-seaworthy ship going deep into the ocean with no distress beacon or tether to the mothership. People also shouldnt be allowed to enact laws that criminalize the ferrying of refugees, which then force the refugees to hitch rides on fishing trawlers, and which also prevent people from helping those fishing trawlers full of refugees due to fear of legal consequences.

Hopefully BOTH of these events spark changes on an international scale in terms of what is legally allowed to be sailed, who is legally allowed to be the passengers, and what the rescue protocols are in the event of disaster for any seafaring vessel, illegal or not. It shouldnt be just the global 1% who get 24/7 search parties and remote-operated submersibles helping rescue them.

#the question of 'what do we owe to each other' can be answered simply with 'the dignity of retrieving our remains when we die'#another answer is 'the dignity of thinking about each other fellow humans with similar motivations and feelings'#also 'stopping someones potentially self-destructive behaviors just because theyre rich and want to feel special'#also i feel like humans have been sailing the seas long enough that it should be guaranteed that people will survive sea voyages #im very mad about specifically mediterranean maritime disasters because we have ancient writing saying they made it safe #sailing from Egypt to Greece was so old hat and safe that people legit took the ancient equivalent of cruises back and forth #cleopatra habitually sailed from alexandria to rome with a ton of ships and was fine #Nero tried to have his mother drowned at sea by orchestrating a dramatic shipwreck while she was our sailing AND SHE SURVIVED #and then swam to shore got back to rome and whooped his ass #fuckin pliny the elder tried to evacuate people from pompeii and the surrounding coast villages when vesuvius erupted #and he actually WAS able to rescue people #but he himself had an asthma attack from the fumes which led to a heart attack and he died on the beach #there is legit no excuse for that trawler of migrant refugees to have wrecked #negligence all around #anyway #oceangate

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erwinsvow · 18 days

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bitchy!reader being jealous at a party when she sees rafe talking to some girl and then finding out its a girl he has either slept with in the past or shes been all over him since before they were toghether. Reader makes a scene calling her out for being all over her man

yess but bitchy reader is a menace, she doesnt care abt any girls but she'll be soo mean to rafe abt it😭😭 this has to be pre-dating bc she would never let rafe disrespect her like that & he knows not to

when you catch rafe's eyes again, you feel a familiar sense of self-satisfaction course through your veins. of course he's looking—he should be surprised he can even look away.

you always look great, but today is something special, a pretty strapless dress decorating your body, something similar to the color of rafe's eyes. so, like always, it's no wonder he can't look away.

but you can't let the bastard think he's got you thinking about how often he is looking at you. it's all very confusing, so you don't glance back, trying to stay engrossed in your conversation with your friends. a few drinks and thirty minutes later, your eyes travel back to rafe.

and though he is still looking at you, there's some other girl in front of him, talking to him. the girl you recognize, someone who used to frequent tannyhill. on more than one occasion she's wandered down the kitchen when you and sarah are making waffles and sipping overpriced coffee. when you'd seen her, she'd been in rafe's clothes.

you hadn't cared much then, treated her the same you'd treat anyone. even now, with the girl in front of him trying to capture his attention and the idiot's eyes still on you, you feel the same—mildly annoyed at her, beyond irritated at him.

he thinks he can make you jealous. it's even cute that he's trying. this time you do stare back at rafe, a little annoyed at yourself for thinking about how cute he looks today. you like him in blue, you like that he's matching you.

"why are you staring at my brother?" sarah questions, and you smile in his direction.

"get your shit straight, sarah. he's staring at me." you wave at rafe, smiling sweetly before looking away. you don't have to see his face to know how it fell at your reaction.

"ugh. now he's coming over here. i'm not sticking around for this." you direct your smile at sarah.

"who asked you to stay?" she rolls her eyes at you.

"match made in heaven," she mutters, walking away in the other direction. when rafe approaches you, you stay seated on the couch, sipping your drink and observing your nails. they're baby blue—and you wonder how you'd come to that decision in the salon yesterday. of course, you know the answer.

"what the hell was that?" rafe barks, and you resist the eyeroll for as long as you can. last time he said if you rolled them at him again, he'd slap them out of your head, and though you want to test his theory, you'd prefer it in the privacy of his bedroom.

"just saying hi, rafe. you know i've met that poor girl before, at tannyhill. i'm surprised you even let her sleep over, you seem like the type-"

"can you shut up about her? what the hell was-"

"you already said that. and why would i shut up? you're the one yapping away to her. you know, you must be great in bed."

"excuse me?"

"i mean, you treat a girl that shitty and she's still willing to speak to you? she must remember something good. but knowing you it can't be for the conversation."

"..thanks?"

"you're welcome." you glance up at him again, but your eyes track back to the girl watching the two of you, the one he left behind to come talk to you. "i know you're a dick but don't be a dick. go finish talking to her. it's rude."

"i don't wanna talk to her."

"well, you're not talking to me."

"d'you have to make everything so fuckin' hard?"

"you're the one trying to make me jealous by talking to some poor girl! did you think i'd appreciate that?"

"why can't you just get jealous like you're supposed to?"

"you are such a jackass. maybe if you acted, like, a normal person-"

"oh, you're one to fuckin' talk. normal person my ass. you cuss me out every chance you get-"

"stop engaging in behavior that gets you cussed out then."

"shut up."

"you shut up!"

you both stare at each other for a moment.

"you wanna come to tannyhill with me?"

"yeah. let's go."

#lol this sucsk im sooo sorry #watching while trying to watch the mavs game so it took two quarters to write this #bitchy reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

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doobean · 8 months

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SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN - ISAGI YOICHI

synopsis: A quick game of truth or dare goes a long way for you and your boyfriend.

contents: afab!fem!reader, college au, established relationship, mentions of alcohol, parties, the whole college experience, awkward first times, isagi centric, narration heavy throughout, explicit content (he calls you baby, unprotected, virginity loss, fingering, handjob, saddling, clothes stay on!!, finishing inside, a lil bit of aftercare and cuddles), mdni word count: 3.9K a/n: was originally req on my other blog before i dedicated a whole post to it because why not... also idk if its actually called saddling or not but some of these sex positions have weird names so im just gonna call it saddling (u sit in his lap)

It's not Isagi's fault when the topic comes up. Everyone is drinking—like an absurd amount.

On this particular night, they win their last game of the season, and what better way to celebrate than at Reo Mikage's overly lavished-out apartment? Bachira is the first one to suggest a party and, after minimum persuasion, Reo offers up his place. Tonight is also the night that everyone finds out that Reo has a fucking wine cellar. The type of wine cellars with evil-looking spiral staircases that can hold a multitude of foreign wines and hard liquor that Isagi can't even pronounce even if he tries.

And it's also not Isagi's fault when he agrees to play "truth or dare", foolishly thinking that it'll remain PG-13 as if he had forgotten that having Shidou and Bachira around makes everything but PG-13. Everyone is about four shots in when Shidou's tongue starts getting loose and suddenly everyone becomes interested in their teammates' sex lives — specifically Isagi's sex life with you.

So this is how it happens. This is how they get on this ridiculous tangent.

They’re guys, so the shift in conversation comes as no surprise to Isagi. Even though Isagi doesn’t actually have any legitimate interest in said conversation.

"You can't avoid answering by taking shots," Bachira almost slaps the shot glass from Isagi's grasp as he brings it up to his lips. "C'mon, just tell us already, Yoi."

Approximately ten minutes before his turn, Isagi has learned against his will that Shidou has slept with nearly half of the cheerleading team — all while wearing the school’s mascot costume. His best friend, Bachira Meguru, apparently has a slight degradation kink and is secretly a masochist. Reo and Nagi? Shared a few girlfriends between them during the course of high school and freshman year of college. And now it’s his turn.

"Fuck off," Isagi scoots away from Bachira and settles closer to Rin on his right, the only 'normal' one of the group for tonight. "Can we just skip to the next person?"

The whole team is sitting on the living room floor in a circle, each person clutching either a bottle of alcohol or one of Reo's weirdly expensive shot glasses that he says his father had bought from Switzerland. The whole team, minus Rin, also can't seem to let go of the conversation. Almost as if everyone knows the truth and is waiting for Isagi to say it himself.

"Nuh-uh," Reo sloppily points his finger at Isagi and leans slightly forward, almost faceplanting himself on the floor if Nagi hadn't pulled him back in time. "You've been avoiding all the juicy questions tonight, Isagi."

Maybe it's his secretly inflated ego but Isagi likes to think of himself as a good boyfriend. And a good boyfriend should keep all private details... private. Even if there are no details to share.

"You guys are drunk." Isagi points out and nudges an overly tipsy Bachira away with his foot.

Kunigami leans against the couch behind him and throws his head towards the ceiling. "That's the whole reason why we're playing this in the first place."

"So, answer the question, Isagi." Shidou tips his wine bottle back, it's nearly empty, and goes in for another drink. "How often do y'all do it?" He asks with a sly smirk.

Isagi bites his lips, trying his best to look threatening while the red from the alcohol blushes his cheeks. "I'm not answering."

Chigiri huffs from across and jabs Shidou's side. "Just give him a dare instead, this is getting boring."

"Rinnie, give him a good one."

Rin flicks Shidou a seething glare at the nickname but the other male laughs it off. Everyone does because, unlike Rin and Isagi, everyone is currently shitfaced. Still, Isagi can't help but wonder what his long-term rival has up his sleeves. They didn't have the best friendship, but at least they can somewhat acknowledge each other's skills to some degree, even if Rin can be a dick at times.

After what seems to be a long while, Rin speaks up. "I dare you to go home."

He says it so nonchalantly that it makes Isagi almost spit out his drink. "Excuse me?"

Rin repeats it again and Bachira, who's now seven shots in, chimes in. "Oh! So he can fuck his girlfriend, right?"

Rin rolls his eyes, wearing an exasperated expression. "Yeah, sure."

On any other day, Isagi would feel offended but that isn't the first emotion that overcomes him. He feels oddly... relieved? But he can't let the other drunkards know that, obviously. Rin gives him a knowing look and takes another shot.

"Dumbass, are you going to do it or not?"

Tonight's been weird, Isagi thinks. Is his rival looking out for him?

Isagi hesitantly stands up and settles his drink on a nearby tabletop before shuffling towards the front door to grab his gym bag and backpack in the corner. "You guys are losing your minds." He fakes a frown.

"Ugh, you're no fun Rinnie."

"Isagi Yoichi doesn't do shit with his girl, that's all I'm hearing."

"Waah? No, he definitely does! I think?"

He drowns out the background noises as he pulls out his phone and hovers over the Uber app. Hopefully, his teammates will forget about this interaction by tomorrow morning.

And while Isagi knows that it shouldn't matter, he would be lying to himself if he hadn't thought about taking things to the next level with you. Still, he feels like it shouldn't be his choice to decide the pace of the relationship. He's an average student in terms of academic performance and has already secured a spot on the national team before graduation. On the other hand, you're currently studying almost every night to keep your scholarship and aspire to get into graduate school. Isagi would be absolutely floored if he suddenly became a distraction — your distraction.

Which explains why during the course of the six-month relationship the most that you guys have gone far with is second base: makeout sessions and basically anything that's above the waistline.

Instead of heading back to his apartment, Isagi finds himself typing in your campus address into the Uber search bar. He doesn't really know why but maybe the combination of the alcohol and vulnerable conversations tonight really messed something in his weird brain. Your place is pretty close to his, so he can just walk home afterward, and plus he needs to see you to... what? To vent? Maybe that's what he needs.

It didn't take long when he finally arrived in front of your apartment. Most of the alcohol by now has settled down, so hopefully he doesn't look like a mess when he sees you.

Isagi rings the bell. There’s a moment’s silence, then a shuffling, the sound of the door clicking in the lock, and —

"Yoichi?"

Your hair is down and slightly damp as if you had just come out of the shower not long ago. You're wearing one of Isagi's old shirts that he gave you on one of your earlier dates, a large graphic tee featuring a faded-out character from a show he doesn't remember. The shirt hangs barely past your thighs and... Isagi's eyes bug out just a bit because of course you're not wearing shorts. A good deal of your thighs are exposed, and Isagi wonders why he feels so goddamn uncomfortable about that.

He hears his name again and snaps his eyes up. "S-Sorry, is it late for you?"

Your laugh makes his stomach flip a few times. He knows it's late. It's nearly midnight but you're still making time to talk to him. God, he feels lucky to have someone who's as patient as you.

"You know you're always welcome over, right?" You step aside and motion your arms inside. "Come in, you look like you have a lot on your mind, Yoichi."

Isagi is also grateful that you like to keep the lights off when you study, excluding the tiny desk lamp you have, because the last thing he wants to happen is you making fun of his alcohol-ridden cheeks. He's pretty sure you can smell the tequila from his breath as he thanks you, and also sure that all that weird watermelon-flavored vaping smell from Karasu and Otoya is sticking to his clothes. Because you're the way you are, he knows that you'll offer to wash his clothes because the next thing you say is —

"You smell, Yoichi. And not in a good way!"

Okay, he didn't expect those exact words to fly out of your mouth, but he understands what your intentions are.

Isagi throws his hands up in defense and laughs. "The guys went a bit too hard, I know. Can't exactly help that."

He allows you to remove his jacket and you point toward your drawers. "I think I still have some of your clothes somewhere there. Just throw the rest in the hamper and I'll get to it."

And he does exactly that. Isagi ends up wearing a shirt that he could've sworn he lost forever ago and a pair of boxers that he lets you wear from time to time. It's not unusual for you to have some of his clothes since you guys have made it a tradition to try and have somewhat regular sleepovers on weekends that aren't crammed with football games and practice exams.

Once he hears your in-unit washing machine go off, he walks out and makes himself at home on your couch. It's been a long day, and he knows that he shouldn't extend his stay judging from your bookmarked textbooks and wall of sticky notes of god knows what formulas, but he finds the remote and flips on the television.

Oh, perfect. It seems that the show you two were binging from days ago is still paused.

"Hey," You plop down next to him and curl up to his side. Isagi tries his best to not stare at your thighs. "Wanna tell me what's on your mind?"

Isagi finds his shoulders immediately relaxing at your words and lets his mouth run with a small pout accompanying his lips afterward. "For the record, everyone was drunk so I doubt they would remember tomorrow, but they were pretty nosy about our sex lives."

You blink and tip your head. "Oh, well did you tell them?"

Isagi groans, breaking eye contact, and lifts a hand to his head to rub away the incoming headache. "No, I don't think they'll let go of it if I've told them."

It's stupid and irrational, Isagi knows that for sure. But he really doesn't want his private business being spread around by a bundle of testosterone and egotistical college guys. Not with your name in the mix.

"Then, do you want to change that?" You ask quietly, tugging Isagi out of his thoughts. Your words take him by complete surprise. In fact, that's the last thing he expected you to say. He'd expected more of your usual harmless complaints against his team.

Isagi withdraws back, just enough to see if maybe you're also drunk, but the sobriety of your straight face is enough to convince him that maybe you've gone insane instead. "What? We don't have to do anything just because of the guys. I want you to feel comfortable, you know?"

"I know!" You say in a rush and he flinches at your volume.

He makes out your flustered cheeks with the dim lighting from the television and suddenly you start fidgeting with the hems of your shirt. It's at that moment that Isagi takes note that he's been shamelessly staring at your thighs for god knows how long.

You bury your face into his shoulders as you continue. "Are you bored in our relationship, Yoi?"

Now Isagi is really confused and, frankly, a bit scared. Are you going to break up with him? Or do you think he's going to break up with you?

A free hand cradles your head while the other takes a tight grasp of your hands. Isagi holds you close as he places a longing kiss on your forehead. "Of course not, why on earth would you even think that? Is everything alright?"

He feels your body squirming around for a bit and then a shaky sigh. "We just—we never do anything. I don’t want you to feel embarrassed when you’re around your friends."

Ah shit, that’s where he fucked up.

"Hey, sorry I didn’t mean to come off that way. I’m not ashamed of what we currently do. I just think it’s best to keep things private to ourselves at the end of the day as opposed to sharing it with others." He explains.

"But don’t you ever just wanna do more than making out?"

He blinks and his mouth gapes. "What?"

"All we ever do is make out, you don’t touch me anywhere else but my chest… don't you want to go further?" Your voice lowers significantly at the last bit.

You’re still not looking to meet his gaze. And you’re actively trying not to because Isagi feels the weight of your head leaning against his body more. He doesn’t push it and instead accepts it. Clearly, this is something that he didn’t foresee. Maybe you’re also like him, uncertain and awkward about bringing up the topic.

Isagi arranges his face in the most neutral expression, ignoring his thundering heart, before lifting your head off his shoulders. "Then do you want to mess around a bit?"

You answer in a way that makes him melt. Your arms sling around his neck, lips soon finding solitude against his, seemingly not caring if his breath does smell one too many shots of alcohol from earlier. Isagi is taken aback by your sudden boldness and it takes him a moment to register what’s going on before returning the same energy back. A quick swipe from your tongue is all he needs to know that you’ve been touch-starved for too long.

You're straddling his lap now and the boxers Isagi's currently wearing is doing a rather poor job of masking the huge tent that's grinding right against you. He pulls away from the heated kiss, watching in a daze as a trail of salvia connects between you two, and winces when he feels your weight pressing against his length.

"W-Wait, slow down a bit…" He tries to lift you up but you stay steady in his lap.

Your hands rest on his chest and you shake your head. "I wanna go all the way tonight. Can we do that, Yoichi?" There’s something about the way his name rolls off your tongue that sets Isagi off but he has to make about one thing.

"Are you sure? Like positive?"

And the heat in your gaze holds a clear promise — you want this more than anything.

He tries to lift you up slightly again, and this time you follow along. Isagi feels you flinch under his touch as his calloused fingers trace their way down to your panties, toying with the lace ribbon at the front before slipping underneath the cotton fabric. It’s completely soaked through and the way his index finger easily slides between your folds has you almost crying out in embarrassment.

“Baby,” Isagi hisses through his teeth as he gets familiar with the foreign gummy walls. “All this for me?”

Your boldness from before seems to have dissipated once Isagi took control. You only sigh in response when Isagi nips at the space between your neck and shoulder. Isagi groans against your skin when you find yourself sinking deeper into his finger from the touch.

“Touch me more, please…”

Having you this close to him, holding him, spilling out these phrases that he didn’t expect to hear, it’s all too much for Isagi. His lips reconnect with yours again, this time with more force and desperation. Your body shudders and twitches under his palm as he picks up his rhythm, inserting an additional finger and then a third one.

“Does that feel good, baby? Tell me how you like it.” Isagi pays close attention to the small shifts on your face as he attempts to stretch out your walls bit by bit. “Let me know if it’s too much and I’ll stop.”

You bury your face deep into his shoulders once more. “Don’t stop, it feels really good, Yoichi.” It’s his turn to twitch when he feels a hand palming at his own arousal. “Can I have a turn, too?” You have no idea how much weight your words carry. A simple question like that makes Isagi’s stomach twist in knots.

“Y-Yeah, you can.”

The position is a bit awkward but, eventually, it ends with your hands engulfing around his throbbing length poking out from his boxers while he’s knuckle-deep in your entrance. The slick, wet sounds coming from your folds is the only audible noise in the room, other than your occasional mews and Isagi's muffled grunts as you pump him off.

When his length is embarrassingly covered in his pre, Isagi releases his digits from your warmth. "I'm going to finish at this rate, baby." He breathes out.

You shyly meet his eyes, both of you jolting at the incredibly warm and slippery mess you've created from playing with each other when you line his length against your entrance. "I'm going to put it in, Yoi." Your voice is shaky and your free hand grips his thigh as you slowly descend.

Isagi breathes out a raspy gasp as he watches your heat swallow his length. Seeing his arousal disappear inch by inch is a sight that he’ll burn in his mind forever and, when your walls squeeze around him, it takes everything in his power to not cum right then and there. His hands immediately find home on your hips, thumbs digging into the sides and his digits kneading at the flesh of your ass. You’re tight, hot, and overwhelming all at the same time. The feeling consumes him entirely.

"Fuck," Isagi throws his head back and screws his eyes shut. "Don't move—give me a second."

You moan in return, eyes shifting away from the sight. "Take your time, Yoi."

Isagi lets you cockwarm him for a few seconds, feeling himself slowly calming down as he adjusts to your tight walls and begins to thrust slowly. You don't bother shielding your moans, and it makes things all just a bit harder for him to concentrate.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing, only going off of what he’s seen from the occasional porn videos he’s seen. Isagi thinks he’s doing a decent job, even though his mind is going absolutely crazy right now. Your erratic moans are right against his ears and the sounds coming from your warmth are the only things keeping him in check. Isagi’s palms rest steadily on your ass as he continues plundering in and out of your sloppy folds from the couch. It isn’t long before you’re shaking and sweating against him, making your earlier shower completely pointless.

You cry out, over-sensitive and shaky, clenching down on him. Isagi's vision gets hazy and soon he realizes that his eyes are misting over, small pools of tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, threatening to smear his cheeks. He'd never expected something like this can render him so weak.

Your voice grows hoarse from the volume you're emitting and Isagi hopes you don't receive a noise complaint from your neighbors tomorrow. He leans forward, helpless to let your cries go unanswered, and smothers the noises with his mouth. Your ass meets every thrust he pushes forward and feeling the familiar heat building up in his stomach, Isagi knows he isn't going to last that much longer.

One of his hands snakes up your shirt and cups one of your breasts, toying with your nipple, while the other hovers over your clit. He feels your entire body trembling, chest heaving, and walls throbbing all around him. "Yoichi, it's too good...!"

"Hold out just a bit longer, baby." Isagi's thumb begins circling your bud and it's the final push for you. Your mouth tilts forward, hips bucking and grinding, and you squeeze him so tight that he doesn't have the time to pull out, coating your walls with his white mess. Everything feels hot like fire spreading across his entire body.

Once he feels your body slack against his, he snaps out of his thoughts and immediately pulls out, grimacing at the sheer amount of cum that flows out of you.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I'll run to the store tomorrow morning, baby." His breathing is labored but he still manages to press his lips to your forehead, and he inhales. "You did amazing."

"Mhmm," You make a vague noise that sounds like a bit like acknowledgment to his ears.

Isagi loosens his arms around your body, shifting your figure to sit up by the edge of the couch, and waddles to the bathroom to fetch a damp towel. When he returns, your eyes are half-lidded and you look like you're one second away from passing out from exhaustion. He's not sure if it's from the sex or that you probably stayed up all day studying.

When the sounds of his footsteps come closer, you peer up and lock eyes, taking his breath away. "Will you stay the night?" And he almost laughs on the spot.

"I'm not gonna do a hit and run, baby. You really think I'm doing that?"

He removes your ruined panties and cleans up the cum running down your inner thighs. After fetching you a set of new underwear, he finds the last of his strength for the night and scoops you up, moving only a few feet to the comfort of your twin-sized mattress. Isagi tucks you in slightly, leaving enough room for him to slide in when he changes into a new pair of bottoms.

"You're too nice to be an ass, I guess." You reply, tracing small patterns onto his chest.

He slings an arm over you, pulling you closer, and lets one of your legs rest over his stomach. "Hey, I can be mean when I want to!" Isagi shoots back.

Your chuckles send vibrations down his chest. "So, are you going to tell your friends about tonight?"

"Fuck no," Isagi presses another kiss to your head again and tightens his grip around you. "I don't even want to know what they do with that information." There's a pause and he blinks. "Are you going to tell anyone?"

You stay quiet for a while and Isagi groans, knowing the exact person you were going to text when the opportunity arrives. "Just Rin! You know that we're best friends, right?"

Ugh, he doesn't really want his rival to know about his sex life but he can't exactly stop you from talking about these types of things to your childhood friend. Isagi rubs circles into your back and pouts slightly. "Keep the details to a minimum."

"No promises, Yoichi." But he knows that you're only joking. And even if you did spew all the details to Rin, at least Isagi can sleep peacefully at night knowing that the other male minds own his business.

A yawn escapes from your lips and you snuggle deeper against his body. "Do you have a busy day tomorrow?"

"Nah, everything's pretty much wrapped up for me." He responds, feeling the fatigue catching up as well. "Did you want me to stay over again tomorrow?"

"Only if you promise to add a pack of condoms to the shopping list."

He smiles, jotting down the mental note before shutting his eyes. "Anything for you, baby."

another note: hehe ty for making it this far!! idk why i named it seven minutes in heaven bc it has nothing to do w the game but lets just say the whole sex experience lasted seven mins bc that's p normal for first time ig??

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tojisun · 2 months

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feel like simon doesnt have the patience for thigh fucking.

he always fails every time you two attempt it, then he tells you, “let’s try it again love,” only to feel him slipping his cock in you because he can’t help himself :((

he saw your hole winking, twitching and leaking because of your own heightened libido, and felt his self-restraint snap.

there’s a shuffle, a creak from the bed frame, and then you’re squealing at the slow stretch of his cock pushing in between your walls.

#simon riley smut #suns #gn reader my beloved <3 it took a while for me to get used to writing without anatomy specifics but now im having sm fun w it hehhwwh

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imminent-danger-came · 11 months

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Sun Wukong Knew About MK the Whole Time: A Theory

I am currently hyped up on leftovers and iced coffee, so let's do this!

I've talked about this before, here and here, but I think it's finally time I wrote an official post. You can go and read those posts if you want to (I definitely hit the nail on the head with some of this stuff), but I will be compiling a lot of what I said on those posts here!

So. Let's get the Mr. Elephant out of the room first: The David Breen Tweets. (thread here).

I see this tweet mentioned a lot whenever I bring up SWK knowing about MK, and honestly, this is a far cry from the "it's been confirmed that SWK didn't know" definite answer everyone's been implying.

So let's break it down!

#1: "Monkey King ain't the father"/"Monkey King isn't his dad." Well of course! Being born from a stone means you don't have any parents. I see it like this: Wukong isn't MK's dad, but he's also not NOT MK's dad, it's a secret third thing (creator and creation). Or, perhaps Wukong didn't help create MK at all, but he at the very least was involved in the circumstances that lead to MK being created/being born from the stone. (Aka eldritch abomination MK theory. My Beloved. Okay sorry.)

#2: "Monkey King was ripping his way through memories looking for MK, but kept coming back to the stone. He doesn't know why." So, while Wukong was ripping through memories, he didn't know why the scroll kept spitting him out by the stone. This is not a confirmation that Wukong didn't know about MK and his origins. It also begs the question: how did Wukong know MK was in the scroll to begin with? There's also some speculation to be had about why Wukong was so desperate to find MK to begin with:

MK: "Monkey King did this?" Macaque: "It looks like he's been tearing his way through his past—trying to find his way to.." MK: "Me."

(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)

What was he so afraid of MK finding? Or, what was he afraid the scroll would force MK to experience? I think these are questions worth asking.

#3: "Wukong's trying real hard to leave the 'not being open with MK' days behind after s3. Problem is he's got lifetimes of info to catch them up on." Well, this one is a DOOZIE. One: we already know MK doesn't know everything about Wukong and his choices because he doesn't know Wukong killed Macaque (thank you 4x11). Two: "trying real hard" and "successfully doing" are very different things. And three: YOU DON'T JUST DROP INFO LIKE "Hey, did you know you're a Monkey Demon?" ON TOP OF SOMEONE RANDOMLY. Especially not MK. You have to prepare them for it.

Wukong is trying to do better and be better for everyone around him, but that still takes work. That still isn't easy. He's still going to make mistakes, which means he's not going to always go about being open with MK in the best way.

Sun Wukong: “Point is, mistakes happen, but so long as you leave the world in better shape than you found it, then it’s all good. Right?”

(4x01 Familiar Tales)

This scene—to me—feels like Wukong is trying prepare MK for his eventual "Hey did you know you're a Monkey Demon?" conversation he wants (and needs) to have down the line. Yes, SWK is trying to be more open with MK, but he's also just not going to be given that chance before the truth comes out.

MK: "Yeah right, if Monkey King really was my dad don't you think he would have said something by now?" Mei: "Yeah...because he's normally SOOOOO forth coming with information." MK: "Well uh, whatever—when we find Monkey King's stone, then we'll just ask him!"

(4x05 Court of the Yellow Robbed Demon)

Notice how they never asked Monkey King that question? From a writing standpoint, why bring this up at all if it wasn't to imply that (even if Monkey King isn't MK's dad) he wasn't involved with MK's creation in some way?

ANYWAYS.

NOW THAT THE BREEN TWEET THAT HAS RUINED MY LIFE IS OUT OF THE WAY, let's get into the evidence given to us throughout the entirety of the show. Starting with this:

This isn't a scene that takes place during the "A Hero is Born" special, as I'm sure plenty of people have noticed before now. Of course, this could have just been Monkey King "scouting out a successor", but with everything we know now doesn't that...feel kinda weird?

We were told at the beginning of the show that Monkey King gave MK his powers, but now we know that's not true. MK has had his own powers this whole time—and that's something Wukong, at the very least, knew:

Sun Wukong: "Listen kid: You fought demons, and you didn't die, and you made it here! Not just anyone can lift my staff, but you did." (1x00 A Hero is Born)

MK: "This whole time, I thought my powers came from the staff! Sun Wukong: "The staff's just a big 'ol stick bud! It takes someone special to lift it." (3x03 Smartie Kid)

There's also 1x09 Macaque, which I have mentioned before:

Macaque: "Ohohoh no, can't you hold the magic staff anymore? Well, you know what that means—there really isn't anything special about you. You're just a kid with a heavy stick."

This scene is then followed by MK lifting the staff, which only happens because Wukong encourages him.

MK: "Ugh, I can't! I'm not strong enough." Sun Wukong: "Kid! We're definitely going to have words later, but it's time for the Hero Stuff!"

(1x09 Macaque)

Ultimately, Wukong knows MK can lift the staff again even after Macaque supposedly stole all of MK's powers. He knows MK can beat DBK (more on that later). He does something similar to all this in 3x14, being the one to let MK face the Lady Bone Demon, powered by the Samadhi fire, alone (even after Pigsy tries to stop MK):

Wukong want's to protect MK. That's why he went to face the Lady Bone Demon alone in the first place—but here, he let's MK stop the end of the world all by himself. Why would he let his beloved student face not only LBD, but a reality ending flame alone?

Because he knows how much power MK has. Because he knows MK is capable of doing it.

This all brings me to my main point: If before now we were supposed to believe that Monkey King gave MK his powers, and he so clearly didn't, how would Wukong not know he didn't give MK powers. And because he clearly knew he didn't give MK any powers, why would he not question where this kid's insane level of power came from? He had to have "chosen" MK to be his successor for a reason right?

ESPECIALLY because Wukong never planned on being a mentor in the first place:

Sun Wukong: "I know I can never make it up to you. Honestly, I- I never thought I'd live as long as I have let alone be someone's mentor—turns out I'm not very good at it. I guess what I'm trying to say is...I'm sorry MK. For all of it."

(3x14 Destiny Fulfilled)

This was also alluded to in 3x05 Amnesia Rules:

Pigsy: "Of COURSE you don't remember the kid—one day you are going to grow up to be a terrible mentor!" Sun Wukong: "Ha! Zhu Bajie, can you imagine me teaching someone? HA!"

So, Wukong clearly didn't ever want to become a mentor, and this directly contradicts what Wukong says to MK in "A Hero is Born":

Sun Wukong: "You're perfect!" MK: "Perfect for what?" Sun Wukong: "To be...my successor!"

Honestly, think about it: has Wukong ever once actually needed a successor? When given the opportunity, he goes off and tries to handle things on his own anyways (Leaving in s2, wanting to go and reforge the Samadhi Fire on his own, going to stop LBD alone). It's the classic "we're being told one thing and shown another" trick.

Sun Wukong: "No no no- in case you forgot I'M retired, you're the one supposed to be taking care of the bad guys." (1x01 Bad Weather)

Even in 2x01 he's lying:

Sun Wukong: "Aw, come on bud! I promised myself that when I found a successor I'd go see some friends, take a tour of my old stomping grounds, just cut loose you know?" (2x01 Sleep bug)

It's proven in the next episode, and by the fact that all of his friends are dead/gone, that literally nothing he said here is true.

And, it's also note worthy to point out, that by this point Wukong had already disappeared for hundreds of years. Why step in again at all? Why put the effort into getting a successor you definitely were never prepared to have?

MK: "*sigh* You think Monkey King ever felt like this? Maybe that's why he stayed up on this mountain, just having a good time with you guys. You know cause- cause he knew he'd be out of the way where he couldn't hurt anyone he cared about." Macaque: "Or, he was doing his usual Wukong thing and being a lazy peach eating idiot. Ignoring all the worlds problems.

(4x09 Roast of the Monkie Kids)

So, I don't know about you, but I'm going to trust Macaque's insight on this. I'm not sure Wukong ever planned on coming back. Sealing DBK, he effectively cut off one of his last ties to the world (please go read wlw-wukong's thoughts, they are delightful), and he had already left the world alone for a long time. Why did he feel the need to train a successor now?

The simple answer is this: because he knew he needed to train MK and teach him to control his powers, and DBK's return was the perfect way to do it.

NOW. THE S4 MK VISIONS.

So, the visions MK see's all through out s4 (4x03, 4x04, 4x05, 4x06) are of Wukong ripping through the scroll and going to the stone—David Breen confirmed that himself in the above tweets.

Here's a list of what we see:

(4x03 The Great Tang Man)

(4x04 Pig Napped)

(4x05 Court of the Yellow Robbed Demon)

These are what I would say are the visions of Sun Wukong trying to find MK in the scroll. Yet, they are distinctly different from what Subodhi presses MK to remember ("Tell me of your childhood, your parents." "You do not remember?" "And what else?"):

(4x06 Show Me the Monster)

Look at that difference!

Every vision MK has includes the same scenes, except this one. That's why I think it's a memory; that and the way it's framed, with MK closing his eyes in focus. The other visions from 4x03, 4x04, and 4x05 all are unprompted, being forced upon MK. Why make this last "vision" so different from the others? Why show our mystery lady making the stone monkey? That would be because it's a memory—be it MK's, something from the scroll, or a mix of both.

There's also the matter of like, why Wukong going to the stone would trigger any sort of vision in MK to begin with. Overall, it just seems like there something more to those visions.

This would be how I imagine the general timeline playing out:

MK is created (through help of Sun Wukong), a beautiful baby boy pops out of the stone, and Sun Wukong "loses" that beautiful boy (if Wukong knew he was born to begin with) with MK finding his way to Pigsy's.

Then it's later Sun Wukong finds MK again, coming up with a plan to make MK his "successor" (still leaving MK with Pigsy, which I think was the right call lol). As Wukong says in 4x01, "You make ONE mistake, and no one ever let's you live it down! Looks like the ghosts of my past have finally caught up with me." That's what I think this parallel in particular is really trying to show off—in some way, MK is part of his past mistakes, just like Macaque is.

AND SO. I WILL CLOSE OFF THIS THEORY POST WITH EVERYTHING WE LEARNED IN THE SPECIAL.

Sun Wukong: "Heh, nothing gets under his skin more than a monkey. Leave Azure to MK and me."

(4x12 The Plan Man)

Sun Wukong: "Kinda embarrassing for the Jade Emperor to have two little cheeky monkeys running circles around him the first day on the job." MK: "Well, one monkey and one unconfirmed, but *laughs* yeah! I'd be embarrassed for sure!"

(4x13 Rip and Tear)

Wukong sounds suspiciously confident that MK is a monkey.

Not even MK is sure what he is (which he's probably just in denial, but also "Until I know what I am, what my destiny is?" from 4x08 anyone?), but Sun Wukong is extremely certain about what MK is.

Sun Wukong: "We got this bud. Would have liked to give you some new training with your monkey form, but-" MK: "Oh yeah yeah yeah- uh um- about that— um. I- I was thinking, I've never really needed a scary new monkey form before, so, I just thought maybe I'd use it next time." Sun Wukong: "Next time? Kid, there might not be a next time! This is the time."

MK: "It's be fine! Mei and I have got this awesome new armor and everything! You know, when we look this good? Ain't nothing gonna beat us." Sun Wukong: "Kid. New armor isn't going to cut it! We have to hit Azure with everything we've got! You can't just ignore this whole part of your power because it scares you!"

(4x12 The Plan Man)

If the writers were trying to highlight the fact that Wukong didn't know, this scene would have gone very differently. Instead of "You can't just ignore this whole part of your power because it scares you!" I think it would have been more along the lines of "I know this is new for all of us, but you've got to accept this part of your power!".

Even this exchange at the end of the special raises some alarm bells for me:

Pigsy: "Heh, don't bother. I've been telling him that for years but he LITERALLY never listens." Sun Wukong: "Yep! That's how we roll."

(4x14 Better Than We Found It)

That's how "we" roll? As in him and MK, as two monkeys? Again, Wukong is surprisingly chill and okay with this new form for someone whose first interaction with it was supposedly this:

MK, writhing on the ground in pain, completely destroying the world around him, and unable to control his powers.

Sun Wukong: "Yeah! Go MK, go! Just try not to totally wreck up my stuff would ya-"

(4x13 Rip and Tear)

Overall, it gives me the impression that Wukong already knew what MK was before 4x07. This new form didn't scare him because he always knew that's what MK was. MK, to Wukong, is MK! And MK has always been a Monkey Demon. He has unshakeable faith in his protege, and even while MK is absolutely tearing up the world around flower fruit mountain he can't help but cheer for him.

After all, Wukong knows MK is the only one who could defeat Azure:

MK: "Ne Zha's right—while Azure has the Jade Emperor's power and the scroll, there's NO way we could beat him head on!" Sun Wukong: "I mean, some of us could beat him! *ahem* One of us, specifically-" MK: "Nope! None of us at all."

(4x12 The Plan Man)

"But Imp!" I hear you say, "Wukong was talking about himself here!". To which I would reply, that's not true! This scene is right after Wukong has already said he only almost beat the Jade Emperor:

Sun Wukong: "But don't worry—I almost beat the Jade Emperor single handed once! Between both of us, Azure doesn't stand a chance." (4x12 The Plan Man)

Between this and Wukong's pre-fight convo with MK ("We have to hit Azure with everything we've got!"), he's clearly banking on MK using the full extent of his powers to win this fight. Wukong isn't banking on his own—if he were, he would never have left MK to go and collect the scroll pieces during their fight with Azure.

Conclusion

Sun Wukong knew MK was a monkey the whole time, lol—and fate has plans for MK. Great plans, or foul? Time will tell.

And Wukong has done his best to ensure that those plans are great.

#I am very open for having a discussion about this!#Prove me wrong!#But it is getting disheartening to see so many people just go ''Naw they confirmed he didn't know lol'' when they very much didn't.#Anyways!#This took a while to write asdfadsf #enjoy!#lmk theory #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk MK #lmk SWK #lmk Sun Wukong

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Addams Family B-Side (3)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three (you're here!) Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two (on the way!) Harley Quinn One 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz)

Did I already post today? Yes. Did I also post two chapters of Modern Steve in 80s Hawkins today? Yes. I am just incredibly productive today, who knows when it's gonna happen again lol

Anyway, finally! The next B-Side! This bitch has been stewing my guys, so I hope you enjoy it lol

There are two memes at the very end of this one, so definitely stick around

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't 😘

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For four weeks, Eddie feels himself losing his mind. He finds gifts in his locker every other day, and he's convinced they're from Steve Harrington. He now has a taxidermied bat, a fancy-looking vial with a skull and crossbones embossed in the glass and filled with mysterious liquid, an actual human skull that Eddie immediately incorporates into his next campaign, and a spider. An actual spider. A live spider that, after a little research, he learns is a fucking Black Widow that seems unnaturally friendly.

Eddie can't stress that part enough. Multiple people have mistaken the spider for an intricate vest patch because it just sits perfectly still over his chest pocket. It only moves to rub its head against Eddie's fingers whenever his hand passes over it, and even then it's careful to avoid hurting him with its pincers.

He names her Nox.

Those aren't the only gifts he's received, but they're the most notable, and Eddie is overwhelmed and flustered by the positive attention he's suddenly receiving.

The other thing driving him crazy is Pubert Addams, a guy Eddie had never paid much attention to before but now considers his mortal enemy. He's convinced Pubert is, at worst, potentially abusive or, at best, delusional and taking advantage of Steve's kindness and inability to brutally turn him down. Or maybe Eddie is the crazy one; he doesn't actually know. Whichever it is, Eddie is ready to take the very nice dagger he now has (gift number 15; yes, Eddie has been counting) and stab him with it.

Because he can't get more than two minutes alone with Steve before Pubert appears out of nowhere. Eddie runs into Steve in the hall while everyone else is in class? Pubert shows up with a hall pass two seconds later and literally waltzes Steve away from him. Eddie finds Steve camped out in the library during study hall? Pubert materializes in the chair next to Steve before Eddie can sit down, leaning far too close as he asks Steve to explain something from their shared Gothic Literature class. Eddie, by some miracle, is behind Steve in the lunch line (and he calls this a miracle because Steve always brings his lunch in a pink box with black skulls, which Eddie considers incredibly brave of him to carry around like it's nothing)? Before Eddie can do more than say hi and get a blinding smile in return, Pubert fucking Addams shows up and drags Steve away while promising to share his lunch.

Eddie is just about to lose the last shred of patience he's struggling to maintain when Steve finds him. Ironically, it's the same bathroom where they first talked, the one with mysterious mold growing in the corner that Eddie is convinced is some new species. It's the only bathroom with a busted smoke detector, and Eddie goes there to get high during his free period.

He's halfway through a joint, smoke curling around him as he sits on the sink counter and tries not to think about what else has been there, when the door swings open, Steve walks in, and Eddie chokes on his inhale.

"Don't die like this," Steve says, stepping closer and patting Eddie's back like they know each other, "It's no fun."

Eddie finally gets himself under control, taking a deep breath and wincing at the way his lungs burn. "No worries," he croaks out, regretting the departure of Steve's hand on his back. "What are you doing here? Please don't tell me you plan to use this bathroom."

"As curious as I am about the bacteria teeming on these toilet seats, no." Steve sounds genuine, like he really does want to swab the toilet seats and see what grows. Instead, he places his bag on the sink and pulls out a familiar vial with a familiar skull and crossbones. "I just came to drink."

"Oh?" Eddie says, leaning forward with a grin. He looks Steve up and down, taking in the pale blue sweater vest and immaculately pressed jeans. "You don't look the drinking type, Stevie."

Steve hums, popping the cork out of the vial and taking a swig from it. "This isn't exactly hard stuff," he says after he swallows, distracted enough that Eddie thinks he misses his eyes lingering on Steve's throat as it bobs.

"Just beer then?"

"What?" Steve asks, looking at Eddie like he's delusional. "No, it's cyanide and vinegar."

He says it with such conviction that Eddie believes him despite knowing cyanide is poison. "Metal," he says, looking away to take another drag of his joint as he struggles to break through his own awkwardness and hold a conversation that will somehow sweep Steve off his feet and make him forget all about Pubert Addams.

Before he can think of something clever and smooth and funny, Steve leans close and raises a hand to his chest. Eddie is about to warn him that Nox is, in fact, real when the spider scuttles onto Steve's fingers and settles in his palm. She does a little up-and-down motion, circles in his hand twice, and rubs her head against his wrist. "You've been taking good care of her," Steve says.

"Uh, yeah. How is she not biting you right now?" Eddie asks, remembering all the times Nox has warningly snapped at others who tried to touch her.

Steve snorts and allows Nox to return to her spot on Eddie's vest. "I raised her," he says, his tone casual like he isn't admitting to showering Eddie with inexplicable gifts for the past four weeks, "of course, she won't bite me."

"So, it has been you," Eddie replies, wanting to hear it from Steve himself.

With a soft hum, Steve takes another sip from his bottle. "Who else would it have been?"

Eddie licks his lips, takes another drag of his joint to brace himself, and hops off the counter. "So, uh, does that mean you li--"

Before the rest of the question can be asked, the bathroom door swings open again, and Eddie feels his eye twitch as Pubert Addams frowns at them. "So, this is where you were," he says, walking over to Steve and putting an arm around his shoulders.

"I told you I was going to the bathroom," Steve says, rolling his eyes as he stuffs the vial back into his bag.

Pubert looks Eddie over, a derisive huff escaping him as he dismisses Eddie and looks at Steve. "On the other side of the school? Really?" he asks, and Eddie would be overthinking what that means if he weren't sure his veins were about to burst.

"We were talking, you know," Eddie says, gaining Pubert's attention again. Steve looks at him, too, his eyes a little brighter.

"I'm sure," Pubert replies, rolling his eyes as he takes Steve's bag. "And now we're leaving." With that, he leads Steve out of the bathroom, the door swinging shut before Steve can do more than smile apologetically and wave.

Anger surges through Eddie, and the shaky drag he takes to finish off his joint does absolutely nothing to soothe it.

He's going to kill Pubert Addams.

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Funnily enough, Steve's mother doesn't learn about his crush until he's five weeks into it. When Debbie finally does discover the crush, it's because she walks in on Fester and Steve decorating homemade cookies shaped like anatomically correct hearts. She pauses in the doorway, looking between the two covered in flour and raspberry jam, and asks, "What on earth is going on here?"

Steve looks up, sees this as his chance to finally tell Debbie, and smiles brightly at her. "I'm in love, Mother. He's allergic to raspberry, and Father agreed to help me make him cookies with raspberry filling, so he can feel the same breathlessness I do when I see him," he explains, using his thumb to wipe raspberry jam off his cheek.

Debbie stares at him for a few seconds before looking at Fester. "How long have you known?" she asks.

"Five weeks," Fester admits, looking apologetic. "I wanted to tell you, Pumpkin! But Steve asked me not to so he could tell you himself."

She sighs and walks over to the island, sitting on the edge of a stool and taking one of the cookies for herself. She bites off a pulmonary vein, looking thoughtful as she chews. "I must admit, these are damn good cookies," she finally says, taking one more bite before passing it to Fester to finish. "Tell me about him."

And Steve does. He gushes about Eddie for a solid hour without taking a single breath, spilling everything he's seen Eddie do and how he's reacted to all of Steve's gifts and how he gets so obviously jealous when Pubert butts into their conversations. He tells Debbie about Eddie not screaming when he saw Nox, about him selling drugs, and about his interest in music. Steve laments his hair but eagerly describes the treatment routine he already has in mind.

By the time he's done, the cookies are decorated and his mother's expression has grown a little pained. "Steve, darling, come with me," she says, getting up from the chair and leading him out of the kitchen while Fester starts to clean up.

Steve waits until Debbie has brought him to her spare room to ask, "Did I do something wrong?"

"Well, did you remember my rules about crushes?"

"Yeah. I've talked to him a lot."

Debbie smiles and brings Steve over to the bed, sitting him down and straightening his hair before perching next to him. "Then, you're not in trouble, but you've been going about this all wrong, dear."

"Should I tell Pubert to stop making Eddie jealous?"

"Absolutely not," Debbie says, shaking her head firmly. "In fact, he could try harder. Nothing gets to a man like someone he can't have, especially if he thinks they're in distress."

Steve blinks, frowning slightly as he tries to figure out where, exactly, he's gone wrong. Eddie seems perfectly enamored with him, after all, and Pubert's goading is encouraging his affections, which is the only reason Steve has allowed it to continue. "Did I give him a live spider too soon?" Steve asks, figuring that's the problem here.

"No, that's not...," Debbie trails off, mutters something about Fester being an idiot, and clears her throat. "Steve, your father is the last person you should approach for love advice."

"But...you agreed to marry him, so he must have done something right," Steve says.

Debbie barks a laugh, waving her hand dismissively. "I married your father for his money. I attempted to kill his entire family and only stopped when he promised to give me everything I asked for. I would hardly call him a casanova."

Steve nods along, smiling a little as she speaks. He's heard their great love affair many times, but he doesn't get tired of it. "But you actually love him anyway, right? Father says it's because he showered you with gifts. So, that's what I'm doing."

"I...do love your father," Debbie admits, sighing as though she doesn't know how that happened either. "But it's less because of his gifts and more because...he gave me the devotion I wanted. Anyway, if you learn anything from us, it should be that love comes second."

"What comes first?"

Debbie smiles, the expression positively devious, and Steve can't help returning it. "Obsession," she says, her shoulders rolling back some as pride fills her. "Occupy his every waking thought. Make yourself irresistible. Make him dream of you at night. Overwhelm him with desire until he simply must act on it."

"Oh," Steve says, thinking of how his father acts around Debbie and realizing that obsession never quite went away. But it's worked out well for them, and he knows his mother has experience with luring men into her arms. He nods once and asks, "So, what should I do?"

"I'm so glad you asked," Debbie says, her smile bright and her eyes filled with excitement. "You'll have Eddie falling to his knees before you in no time."

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Eddie didn't think it could get worse. He was already attracted to Steve, already distracted by every little movement.

He was wrong. So incredibly wrong.

Because here he is, his mouth dry and his palms sweaty and his cheeks warm because of Steve. He's not even doing anything. Well, that's not true. Steve is curling his tongue around a lollipop before sucking it into his mouth like he'll die without it. But it's more than that. It's the painted-on jeans that hug his legs; it's the pastel pink hoodie (with little bats on the cuffs) that rides up whenever Steve moves to show off a strip of skin just above his waistband; it's the way he finishes the lollipop and pulls out lipgloss, casually telling Pubert it's raspberry flavored as he puts it on.

Eddie swallows around the dryness in his mouth, gripping his locker door so tight that his knuckles turn white as he looks inside it. Sitting innocently on top of everything is a Tupperware container of cookies with raspberry filling (according to the label), and Eddie is ready to eat one just so he can die knowing what Steve's lips taste like.

That's not even the worst of it. The worst is that Steve transfers into Eddie's Music Theory class, smiling innocently while the teacher introduces him and then directs him to sit at the empty desk next to Eddie. When he's close, Eddie realizes Steve smells like cookies and cream ice cream, and he's tempted to ask if Steve smells like his favorite flavor on purpose.

The teacher saves him from the embarrassment of blurting out the question by announcing a project. The teacher then dooms him by telling everyone they're required to work with their desk neighbor. Eddie grips his pen tightly when the teacher tells them to spend the rest of their class time discussing the project.

"So," Steve says, getting Eddie's attention. When he looks over, Steve is leaning forward on his desk, chin propped in his hand as he looks at Eddie. "Want to come over to my place after school? To work on the project, I mean."

Eddie stares at Steve for a few seconds, his tongue stuck in his throat. To his credit, Steve doesn't say anything or call Eddie out for staring at him. He just waits patiently with a little smile curling his lips. Eddie finally clears his throat, his voice coming out a little strained when he says, "Yeah, sure, sounds good. After school. Your place. Project."

Smooth. Real smooth.

When Steve just smiles wider and stretches his arms above his head, pulling his hoodie up, while suggesting they do the project on the evolution of heavy metal music, Eddie realizes he's probably going to die after school.

He can't wait.

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