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zorrasucia · 9 months

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Teach Me Tonight - Part 3

[Part 1] [Part 2] Part 3: [Deleted Scene] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Deleted Scene] [Part 8]

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (5k)

Tags: Smut, Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Porn with a little plot, Virgin!Carmy, Oral (M and F receiving), Phone sex, Dream sex, P in V sex, a sprinkle of SoftDom!Carmy at Reader's request, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Summary: With everything you had heard earlier, it seemed like sex was another facet of his life where he wouldn't let himself just enjoy stuff. "I want to make you feel good too," you insisted.

It was a foggy day, the cold of Chicago promised a quiet afternoon with few customers. Sydney showed up at the store and invited you to family, saying something about a surprise for Carmy. You quickly closed up and followed her back to the restaurant. Most of the staff knew you by now; Tina cupped your face lovingly, Nat hugged you, and Richie showed you to your seat. Everyone was there except Carmy.

"What's going on?" you asked Nat in a whisper.

"He didn't tell you? Of course he didn't tell you," she rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. "It's his birthday," she said simply.

"Oh!"

You felt a weight settle in your stomach. How could you not know? You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to hide your nervousness and stopping yourself from crying at the same time.

"Oh, sweetie," Nat put her arm around you. "You shouldn't feel bad about it. He doesn't tell anyone. The only reason I know is because I'm his sister. We don't do presents or candles or sing because of all the- Well, you know," she gestured vaguely. You nodded.

You didn't know the whole story but Carmy had let you know bits and pieces of his unstable childhood and the fraught relationship with his Mom, from way before Mike died.

"But Syd wanted to cook something nice for him and Marcus wanted to test a cake recipe, so," she shrugged. You managed a smile. "He'll be happy to see you," she squeezed you to her side.

"Okay, everyone start eating and act fucking normal," Richie bellowed. "We don't want the birthday boy to feel ambushed or whatever. We're having a nice meal, with our neighbor, and there's a random ass cake here for absolutely no reason, okay?"

"Your ass is random, man!" Marcus replied from the other side of the table, cutting slices of what looked like tres leches cake. Fak chuckled between forkfuls of salad.

Sydney had already started passing plates around, it was lamb and salad and it smelled delicious.

"Thanks for inviting me," you told her once she got to you.

"I mean, you're practically family, right?" she smiled.

By the time Carmy appeared, you were all eating and talking, and he could sneak in and sit by your side almost unnoticed.

"What's all this?" he asked, looking frantically around the room.

"They asked me to come over for family," you smiled innocently. "It's very good," you added pointing at your plate.

"No, I mean-" he hesitated, his eyes kept searching for Nat. She was leaning against the door frame and when she saw Carmy, she put her fingers to the corners of her lips and pushed them up, to shape a smile. 'Be happy, okay?' she mouthed.

Carmy nodded, then looked down, a relieved smirk curving his lips. He tried to relax, leaning back on his seat and placing an arm behind your chair. He took the plate Richie brought him and started eating with gusto.

"So, you know?" he asked after a while.

"No presents, no candles, no singing," you repeated, knowing it would calm his anxiety a little. "I want to make a suggestion though."

Carmy turned his head quickly. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you smiled mischievously. "I think this cake should be like a staple at the restaurant. No way I'm waiting for your next birthday to have it again."

Carmy laughed. After his first bite of the cake he had to agree. "That's fire," he hummed.

His face looked bright and lovely. Your hand didn't leave his thigh for the rest of the meal.

You leaned against Carmy's side; he kissed the top of your head and sighed, burying the two of you deeper into the cushions of the sofa. It had been a beautiful day. With his arms around you, you asked him.

"Why don't you like presents on your birthday?"

"Uh- I'm not sure," he replied honestly. His fingers drew pretty shapes on your shoulder. "I guess if you're not expecting anything then you can't be disappointed, right?"

"I get that," you said after a while. "I just think it's a waste that I sell vintage, and you love vintage, and you don't ask for presents, you know?" you added playfully.

He smiled. "I guess. I think I like it better when it's on a random day, for no reason at all."

"Yeah," you nodded. "Can I do something nice for you, though? Just because I want to, not because it's your birthday," you clarified.

He turned to face you. "Uh- Okay."

You disentangled from his embrace and knelt between his legs on the floor . He tilted his head in confusion. You smiled and grabbed a hair tie from your pocket, making a show of putting your hair in a ponytail. Carmy's eyes widened when your hands ran up and down his thighs, slow, sensual motions that sent shivers up his spine.

"You don't have to-" he started protesting.

"I want to," you said.

It had come up a couple of times. You'd offer to reciprocate after he'd eaten you out and he would refuse, saying he would rather be inside you. With everything you had heard earlier, it seemed like sex was another facet of his life where he wouldn't let himself just enjoy stuff.

"I want to make you feel good too," you insisted.

He seemed torn, one of his hands reaching to caress yours.

"You're absolutely free to say no. There's other ways we can have fun but don't say no just because you feel you don't deserve it, Carm. You do. I promise," you said earnestly.

He bent over to kiss you fiercely. "Alright. Yes. Please," he said.

You moved slowly, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers, watching the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing became more erratic. You pulled his trousers down, towards you, and started touching his thighs gently, raking your fingers through the coarse hair that went down his stomach, palming at the growing bulge over his boxers.

"Uh-" Carmy swallowed. "I have never- So if I don't last just-"

"Hey, it's okay," you reassured him. "Listen, if you last five seconds but you enjoy it, then I'm happy."

He laughed at that and ran a hand through his hair. "I'll aim for six then," he quipped.

You removed his boxers carefully, his cock was already hard. He groaned when your breath touched his bare skin. You suspected he was right, he wasn't going to last, so you tried to make it worth his while.

You started by kissing his head, licking the drop of precum in a quick flick of your tongue. It made him shudder with pleasure - and it made you feel powerful, the effect you had on him.

"Let me know if there's something you don't like," you said, your right hand closing loosely around his shaft. He nodded. He was hardly moving and his hands were fisting the cushions of the sofa. "You need to breathe, Carm," you reminded him, your voice had turned husky. You took one of his hands and placed it on your head, his fingers intertwined around your ponytail and you heard him exhale. "Good."

You leaned forward again, kissing around his head, making the kisses open mouthed as you went, letting him get accustomed to the feeling of your lips on him. Your hand started pumping his length, softly, no rhythm to it yet, more a caress than anything.

"You're going to fucking kill me," he rasped, his hand holding tighter to your hair, loosening the ponytail when he massaged your scalp. You moaned against his skin, which made him writhe his hips in return.

You opened your mouth, taking the first couple of inches of him. You couldn't deep throat, but he didn't seem to mind- your hand was pumping and making up for the rest of his length. He moaned and it made your pussy tingle.

"You sound so pretty, Carmy," you praised. He chuckled, out of breath.

You licked the length of his shaft, wetting it enough to help your hand glide easier. You took him again, a little deeper this time, not far enough to make you gag, just enough that he threw his head back in pleasure, the veins of his neck visibly pulsing and his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried in vain to breathe normally. It was all quick gasps and the occasional groan. That was enough teasing, you decided.

You started going back and forth, the rhythm of your mouth echoed with your right hand, the left rested on his knee. He intertwined his fingers with yours, holding tight.

"Please, don't- don't stop," he begged. His face was downwards now, looking you straight in the eye, his pupils were blown and his mouth hung open. "It feels so fucking good. Please, please..."

You sped up, hollowing out your cheeks, moving your left hand so that you were sinking your nails into the muscle of his tattooed forearm. Your underwear was wet with arousal and the sounds he made weren't helping, you pressed your thighs together to get some relief and ended up moaning on his cock.

"Holy fucking shit," he gasped. "I'm sorry, I'm gonna-"

You felt him twitch inside your mouth, every muscle in his body growing tense. He groaned over and over, going quieter each time, letting go completely. Salt covered your tongue in spurts and you did your best to swallow most of it, a little bit of it fell down the corner of your mouth. You slowed down, pumping him until he pulled you off his softening cock, mumbling something about "so good" and "too much". His hand let go of your hair and cupped your face, his eyes were glazed over and blissed out, a loving look to his sweaty face.

"So fucking good," he managed to say in an exhale. His thumb cleaned the drop of cum off your chin - so carefully, so gently that it warmed your insides. "You're beautiful."

You laughed in disbelief but then you remembered how gorgeous he looked when he emerged from in between your thighs, half of his face completely wet, a turned on blush on his cheeks...

He pulled you up on his lap and kissed you senseless, his tongue caressing your tired lips, humming contentedly into you. You were both a mess: him naked from the waist down, you with your hair completely undone and your underwear soaked.

"Best birthday I've ever had," he said against your lips, his forehead to yours. "Thank you."

You smiled. "You're welcome. Happy birthday, Carmy."

You had slowly gotten used to sleeping in a bed that smelled like Carmy. Whether it was at your place or his, even if the sheets on his side were cold they still had a hint of salt, smoke, and his expensive aftershave.

"Get a fucking grip," you reprimanded yourself in a low voice.

Call me when you get home?

You sent the text before you could chicken out. He wouldn't leave the restaurant for another hour or so, so you settled on the hotel room bed, the unfamiliar cream colored covers suffocating, the sound of a movie on the TV only making you more antsy.

When the phone rang, it was a little before midnight. You were comfortable and warm - and completely awake.

"Hey, you okay?" Carmy's voice sounded raspy on the phone.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just- I couldn't sleep and-" you chuckled without a hint of humor. It felt silly: it was an overnight trip, you were staying at a nice hotel, and you couldn't sleep because Carmy wasn't there. It was so fucking silly. "Never mind. I'm okay, it's late. I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Hey!" Carmy stopped you from hanging up. "Talk to me. What's up?"

"Fuck," you looked at the ceiling. "I don't know. Nothing bad happened. Actually, the estate sale went great. Uh. This lady had a big collection of dresses, fifties and sixties, beautiful pieces. And shoes! Just tons of them, barely used, Gucci and shit."

"And you got them?" Carmy asked, you could almost hear him frowning.

"Yeah! It's all good stuff and I think it will sell well too."

"That's good," he said, his tone soothing. "So, what's wrong?"

"Uh- I don't know," you repeated. "I came back to the hotel and it was so- just so fucking quiet and it feels wrong, you know?"

Carmy hummed in agreement.

"I get it," he said after a beat. "When I got here, uh, the apartment was very fucking quiet too. Creeped me out a bit."

You sighed. Maybe it wasn't so silly.

"It helps, though," you said after a beat. "Talking with you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you smiled. "How was your day?"

"It was absolute shit," he replied.

"Too bad I'm not there to fuck about it," you said.

Sometimes, when Carmy's day was too bad to even talk about, you would fuck - hard and fast - and then talk about it. Hence, fuck about it.

Carmy chuckled. "Yeah," you could hear him exhale as he fell heavily on the couch or the bed. "That would actually help a lot."

You bit your lip, feeling your stomach flip a little. "Um, Carm?"

"Mmm?"

"I know you said you hadn't been with anyone before me-" you prompted. "Does that mean you never had phone sex either?"

He coughed loudly on the other side of the line. You pictured him choking on his own cigarette smoke, a deep blush to his cheeks.

"Sorry?" he asked after a moment.

"I mean that we can still fuck about it... If you want," you offered. "You know, you can say what you would like to do to me, or maybe tell me what I should do... That sort of thing."

"Uh," he hesitated. "I do- I'd like to try but I- I'm not good at playing pretend, you know? Never been, not even as a kid."

"If I do the talking? Would that be better?"

"Maybe?" his voice sounded ragged but not just from coughing.

"I've never, uh, taken the lead before but that would, like, even out the playing field, right?" you reasoned, your heart beating faster.

"What- what would that be like?"

"I could tell you about the nice pajamas I'm wearing," you lowered your voice. "The blue ones?"

"With the shorts and the little bows?" Carmy asked. "You look good in those..."

You opened your legs, your free hand playing with the elastic of your shorts.

"I wish you would take them off for me, Carm. I wish you would touch me like only you know how. I want your fingers inside me," he cleared his throat on the other side of the line. "Would you like to do that?"

"Yes," his voice was breathy, "I would, yes."

"I want you to do something for me, Carmy," you started teasing between your legs over the fabric of your shorts. "Remember when we first fucked? You closed your eyes and touched yourself to get hard again. Can you do that?"

"Yeah. Yeah," you could barely hear his intake of breath and it still made you shiver.

"You looked so fucking hot, I still think about it when I finger myself," you confessed. You could picture him clearly, the veins of his arms and neck bulging, his head thrown back.

"Shit..." he rasped.

"Can you hold the phone close, Carm? I want to hear you while you touch your cock."

"I want to hear you too... Ah, fuck!"

The sound made you curl your toes with anticipation. You got your hand inside your underwear and traced lines on your folds, caressing slowly.

"I'm already so wet," you said. "Are you hard for me, Carmy?"

"So fucking hard," he drawled and you moaned.

"What would you like me to do?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. "If I was there, Carm, what would you like me to do?"

"Ri- Ride me," he managed.

His breathing was a quick staccato that made your hand pick up speed, spreading wetness around your clit. You sat up on the bed, imagined Carmy underneath you, holding tight to your hips, your hands on his sculpted chest.

"How? How do you want me to- oh, God- ride you?"

"Just- hard," he groaned but it was a muffled sound, he was holding back.

"Carm..."

"I want you to fucking wreck me," he blurted out.

If he felt like he had fucked up, like he had done something terribly wrong at the restaurant, he liked it to hurt a little, you knew that by now. Maybe the rhythm was punishing, maybe it was way too fast, maybe you denied him his orgasm for a while. Anyway, he was atoning.

"I want you to touch you like I would, Carmy," you said. "Can you do that for me? Put lube on your hand, hold your cock tight, and go as fast as you can, okay?"

"Yes," it was barely a whisper. But suddenly you could listen - deep growls from way within his chest, rhythmic gasps that grew quicker and quicker. You struggled to catch up with him, your middle and ring fingers pumped in and out of you in tandem with his sounds.

"Oh, fuck," he rasped. "I can hear it. Jesus Christ."

"It's not the same without you, Carm," you said honestly. Your hand was wet to the palm but you still wanted that fullness only he could make you feel. "I need you inside me, I need you."

"Oh, fuck!"

He got quiet for a second, then groaned a few times, your pussy clenching while he did. You were so close. He sighed into the speaker, relieved and spent - you wanted to be happy for him but you were still on the edge and desperate for release. You kept moaning.

"Have you come?" Carmy asked.

"Not yet," you managed to say.

"Shit."

"I'm close though. Just stay on the line, please."

You could feel it slipping out of your grasp. It wasn't enough to have him listen, you needed something to hold on to. You let out a needy whine.

He read your mind, and in that fucked out voice he said: "That was- holy shit- that was so, so fucking hot. You made me come and you didn't even touch me," you fluttered against your fingers. "Can’t believe you're mine. You're my good girl."

He had never called you that. That was it. The tension within you snapped and you could breathe again. Eyes shut and forehead to the duvet, you could almost feel Carmy's hands touching up your back, tickling at your sides. You let out a shaky laugh.

"Fuck, Carmy. Fuck," you repeated, something warm settling in your belly.

"You okay?" he said. You had dropped the phone and you heard him far away.

You wiped your hand on your hip and settled back on the bed, tired and a little sweaty. You'd have to shower again in the morning but you found you didn't care right now.

"I'm okay," you replied when you could pick up your phone. "So okay. You?"

"So okay," he repeated with a chuckle.

"Okay," you let out a big exhale. "Now tell me about your day."

You were at The Bear, it was late at night, the lights were dimmed down and there were no patrons. You turned around and found the place empty - ghostly and quiet.

"Hello?" No one replied.

Now that you thought of it, you didn't know how you got there - couldn't remember, actually. But Carmy was suddenly there too, hands on his hips, wearing his pristine chef's whites. The blue of his eyes popped with the ambience lighting in a way that felt supernatural.

"Carmy," you called but he didn't move.

"On the table," he said brusquely, pointing with his head at the only piece of furniture left in the restaurant. There was no tablecloth or cutlery on it.

"What?" you asked.

"On the fucking table!" he yelled and you obeyed, sitting quickly on it, facing him.

"What's going on?" you asked.

He laughed - it wasn't his usual laugh, soft and floaty - it was a cruel sound, glass like.

"What's going on, sweetheart, is that I'm going to fuck you, on this table, until you come three times," he said and it sent a shiver down your spine. "Or until you beg me to stop, whatever happens first."

You didn't say a word, you couldn't: he kissed you violently, biting on your lip and grabbing your throat.

"Carmy, holy shit! Slow down," you pleaded when you parted to catch your breath.

He stopped but only to spread your legs wide open, his fingers digging into your thighs forcefully, then going up your skirt. He leaned to whisper in your ear:

"You sure you want that?"

His voice was low, caramel like, delicious. You ran a hand up his chest, fisting white fabric, bringing him closer.

"Good," he said. His fingers shoved your underwear to the side and teased mercilessly.

"Fuuuck," you whined as he made you melt in his hands.

He was touching you just right, having you soaked and pliant so fast it left you dizzy. He thrust two fingers inside you and started pumping fast, his thumb circling your clit - you thanked your stars that you had showed him early on where it was. Your moans grew louder and longer.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" he asked but it sounded like an order.

You nodded frantically.

"Are you gonna let me bend you over this table, fuck your pussy as hard as I want?"

"Yes, please, fuck," you whined.

Just before the knot within you could unravel, the bright light of morning rushed through the window and made you squeeze your eyes and cover your face. And suddenly you weren't at The Bear, you were at Carmy's place, warm in his bed. It was Sunday, you remembered.

"Oh, fuck," you mumbled.

Carmy was right next to you, twisting to face you as he woke up too.

The mornings you shared were few and far between, the occasional day off, the days when you had to get up early to take a train for a sale out of town... They were precious, you loved to see Carmy with sleepy eyes, reaching out for you from under the covers. You smiled and stared at him.

"Morning," you said, feeling a little weird about your dream.

"Mornin'," he slurred with his eyes closed. "You sleep okay?"

"Uh-huh," you tried to sound casual. "You?"

"Yeah," you let him pull you in closer, his nose brushed the side of your neck. And his hard on brushed your thigh.

"Oh!" your heart raced - the one thing that still remained from your dream was the wetness between your legs.

"Shit," Carmy covered his face with his hand. "I'll, uh, I'll take care of it. Don't worry about it."

You cleared your throat nervously. "Actually-"

You didn't know where to begin so you simply grabbed his hand and showed him how wet you were, even through your underwear he could tell. His eyes widened.

"Wh- What- Why?"

"Uh, I dreamt of you," you said simply.

"What about?" he asked. You shrugged. "I mean, if you liked whatever happened in your dream that much, we could..." he let the offer float. He had that curious look about him.

You bit your lip. It had been good, so good. But it made you feel a little embarrassed about the things that you wanted, what they meant about you.

"We were- Well, you fingered me and- yeah," you hoped he would be satisfied with that.

"Oh," he sounded a little disappointed but he obliged. "Sure, we can do that."

He scooted closer still, his hand and the way he moved was gentle and sweet. And completely wrong. You took his wrist and stopped him.

Carmy looked up in concern. "Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head. "I'll- I'll tell you about my dream but promise me you won't laugh," you pressed your hands on his chest. He nodded solemnly. "Even if we don't end up doing it because it's not your thing just- Don't laugh, okay?"

"I won't," he promised.

"Okay," you took a deep inhale. "So I dreamt that we were at the restaurant. We were all alone, it was late at night and you- Well, you told me to get on a table and that you would make me come three times," you blushed furiously. "You kissed me and you fingered me. You said you would bend me over on the table and fuck me hard. And then I woke up."

"Shit," Carmy said.

"Yeah."

"Was I- Was I different?" he asked.

"You were a little mean."

"And you were into it?" nothing about his tone betrayed disgust or revulsion.

"I didn't think I would be, but yeah," you replied honestly.

Carmy ran a hand through his hair and stared at you for a little bit.

"You know I'm not good at the pretending thing," he said and you nodded. "But I think I can fuck you on the table until you come three times."

You felt like you had the wind knocked out of you.

Before you knew it, you were both naked, kissing in the middle of his kitchen, his hands under your thighs as he placed you on the table.

"I'm gonna need you to keep count for me," he said, lowering to his knees between your legs. That was the last thing he said before devouring you.

You knew Carmy was competitive but you didn't know it would extend to a dream version of him. He became laser focused: his only goal was to be a better lover than dream Carmy, make you come undone faster and harder than he ever could. Without preamble, he hooked two fingers inside you, curling non-stop, making you gasp for air. His mouth worked tirelessly licking and sucking at your clit, getting satisfaction every time you pulled at his hair. In minutes, he had you bucking your hips frantically, trying to fuck his face. You screamed and heaved and cursed, grabbing to the edge of the table for dear life.

"How many?" he demanded once he got up from between your legs, wiping his face clean with his forearm. His voice sounded rough and you could see a glimpse of the cut-throat chef he used to be back in New York. You felt the aftershocks of your orgasm go through you one more time.

"One," you replied.

He grabbed your hips and brought you down from the table, then flipped you over. You heard the condom wrapper hit the floor, then, immediately felt his breath on the back of your neck as he lined up his cock to your pussy. He wasn't careful before and he wasn't careful now, going all the way inside you in a swift motion. It was pleasure and pain in even measures, it was exactly what you asked for. Your knees trembled underneath you but Carmy held you upright.

"Holy shit," was all you could say before succumbing to the rhythm of his hips against yours.

It was slow, purposeful. One of his hands played with your nipples while the other pressed on your clit. It was too much. You took the hand on your clit and placed it on your neck instead, remembering the way Carmy had kissed you in the dream, holding you possessively. Your Carmy didn't press at all, he caressed the column of your throat with careful fingers, kissed the side of it with devotion. It made you melt onto the tabletop. The feeling of your bare chest on the wooden surface and the sound of his hips clapping against yours turned you on even more. It took you by surprise when you started fluttering on Carmy's cock, your release almost gentle, a series of soft needy moans the only outer indication that you had come.

When you regained your bearings, your cheek to the table and your ass up in the air, you said with an unsteady voice:

"Two."

One of his hands soothed down your spine, a silent question being asked: Do you still want to go on? Can you do one more? You reached for his hand and squeezed it, using the strength you had left to get off the table and turn to face Carmy. He was a sweaty mess, curls falling on his forehead, red in the face from edging his orgasm to give you three. You didn't think you could love anyone more than you loved him right then.

"Carmy."

"I'm here. I'm right here," he maneuvered you gently to lay on your back over the table, his eyes on yours. You hummed contentedly. He lifted your legs, placing one on each shoulder and giving you a shy smile - you realized he had actually read the sex book you had bought him as a joke. You giggled. He didn't do anything in half measures.

This time, his motions weren't calculated and cold. The tenderness when he soothed your back and caressed your neck had bled into everything else. His hips stuttered every now and then, his fingers touched your ankles gently, and his eyes were fixed on you. It was perfect.

"I'm close," you whispered, one of your hands playing with your chest, the other reaching behind you to the edge of the table. You felt weightless. "You can let go, Carmy."

It was all a blur: the swirl of electricity down your body, the beautiful sounds that you made together, and the feeling of him falling on top of you.

"Shit! I'm sorry I'm crushing you," he mumbled on your skin, his arms flexing as he lifted himself up. You looked up at him and cupped his face, the post-coital glow and the morning light making him look angelic.

"Thank you," you said and he smiled. "It was good, better than I imagined."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Right then, your stomach growled audibly. You covered your face with your hands, mortified. He peeled them off and leaned to nuzzle against your cheek.

"Pancakes?" he offered in a whisper.

You laughed and turned your head to kiss the tip of his nose. "Yes. Please."

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[Part 4]

#still not done with this apparently #soon the virgin!carmy tag will be completely obsolete and it makes me a little sad #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmy x reader #carmy x you #carmen berzatto fanfiction

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zablife · 2 years

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The Protector

Jake Seresin x pregnant wife reader

Summary: Jake gets you a puppy before he deploys.

Author's Note: Another self-indulgent fantasy of mine.

Warnings: pregnancy, loads of fluff

It was Christmas morning and you busied yourself in the kitchen making breakfast. As you took the pan of gooey cinnamon rolls from the oven, the space filled with the scent of sweet spices and Jake snuck up behind you inhaling with satisfaction. "Mmmm, smells good!" he said, reaching for the hot tray. You swatted his hand away before he burned himself and he pecked your cheek with a chuckle before asking, "How you feeling darlin'?" He placed a large hand over the slight swell of your stomach and rubbed his thumb over you gingerly.

"We're just fine," you answered, looking over your shoulder to caress his cheek and smile at him reassuringly. You had just begun to show and Jake was feeling protective over you already. You didn't mind though. You'd heard this was normal for first time fathers.

"I'm not so sure..." he said, rocking you back and forth gently.

"About what, baby?" you asked turning to face him. "I didn't gag once making breakfast," you said proudly. "I think I might be over the worst of the morning sickness," you informed him.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "But I was talking about leaving you. It doesn't feel right," he admitted, looking at you with a pained expression.

"Oh, Jake, baby. I know you don't want to go, but I'll be alright," you said, stroking his arms. "We talked about this. I'll keep you updated on doctor's appointments and you'll be home in time so we can find out the gender together," you reminded him with an encouraging squeeze.

He placed his chin atop your head and sighed deeply. "I know. Can't help but worry about you and the baby here all alone though."

"What can I do to help?" you asked softly. He slid his hands up and down your back in comfortable silence for a moment, allowing your presence to soothe him before he pulled away with a wide grin.

"You know, there is something that would make me feel better. How bout I give you your present now?"

You nodded eagerly. He grabbed your hand and guided you to sit on the sofa. Your eyes went wide as you noticed a new addition under your small fir tree. Before you could ask when he had snuck it in, the large red box began to move and whimper. You jumped, eyeing your husband with suspicion. "Jake, is that what I think it is?" you asked excitedly.

"Open it and find out," he said eagerly, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

You'd wanted a dog for over a year, but had been putting it off until you moved into your new house. Now that you were settled, he thought it was the perfect time to surprise you with the breed you'd always wanted. Ever since you met, you'd told him about your childhood dog, a loyal German shepherd you loved like a sibling.

As you peered inside the box, you saw a tiny, black and caramel colored puppy looking up at you with large brown eyes. It pawed at the box and you leaned over to pick it up carefully. You cradled it, turning to look at your husband with a look of pure giddiness. "He's mine?" you exclaimed, unable to believe your surprise.

Jake nodded. "I know how much you wanted this breed and it makes me feel better to know you'll have a guard dog while I'm away."

You looked up from the puppy long enough to let out an amused giggle. "Baby, he's just a puppy. I don't think he's ready to go into attack mode yet," you pointed out.

"Well he'll be here to keep you company then," Jake said approaching to scratch the puppy behind it's ears.

"Yeah, he will," you agreed, knowing this would ease Jake's guilt. "Well, what's his name?" you asked, searching the puppy for a tag on the leather collar he wore.

"Thought I'd leave that up to you, sweetheart," Jake said.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, "Is this so you can name the baby?" you asked playfully. Jake roared with laughter. You'd already had a few heated conversations about baby names, each making your strong opinions known.

He held up his hands in defeat. "I swear, you can name the dog whatever you want. I won't say a word," he promised.

You thought for a moment before deciding to have a little fun at his expense, "Ok, how about Bradshaw?"

He eyed you wearily, hoping you weren't serious. You couldn't keep your poker face for long, breaking out into a fit of laughter. "I'm just joking, baby. This is a Navy dog though so he has to have a good, strong name. Don't ya, little guy?" you said looking down at the puppy. The dog stared up at you, ears at attention as though he were waiting for his orders. Seeing him perk up like that gave you an idea.

"Radar," you said confidently. Jake nodded in approval.

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Two years later...

Eggs, blueberries and yogurt decorated the kitchen floor as you prepared a pan of cinnamon rolls. Your baby girl squashed another blueberry mischievously as she giggled and you held the back of your hand to your mouth, trying not to be sick. You'd just found out about baby number two and the smells mixing in the kitchen were not helping your Christmas morning preparations.

Jake came sauntering into the room at that moment and surveyed the scene. "You alright, darlin?" he asked, placing a hand at your hip. You nodded, but he wasn't buying it. "You sit down, I'll handle this," he said, running a towel under the cool tap and handing it to you. You took it appreciatively and went to relax. However, you weren't resting long when you heard your husband bellow, "Petty Officer Radar, you're on KP!"

Radar ran past you at that moment with tail wagging in anticipation of a snack. He had developed a bad habit of eating table scraps thanks to your overly indulgent husband. You shook your head at Jake's pathetic attempt at cleaning, but let his antics slide as he came to the kitchen door to check on you. He leaned over to give you a kiss before returning to the chaos in the other room and you watched your little family from the sofa in amusement. You laughed along with them as you noticed Radar had egg all over his greedy little snout. He might not have turned out to be a fierce protector, but that's why you had Jake.

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vodika-vibes · 2 months

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I love your writing. It always leaves me feeling hopeful.

Could you write a story where f!reader doesn't like her body.

I personally dislike my body. My breasts are small and disproportionate, then my butt is flattish. Compared to my mom and sisters I feel unlovable. Doesn't help I've never dated or had anyone interested in me and I'm going on 40.

Sorry that was long. Anyway if you could wrote something with either Fox, Wolffe or Hunter that would be lovely.

Thank you.

You're Perfect

Summary: Wolffe gets home late and finds his mesh’la curled up in bed, upset. And he decides that that’s not going to stand.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x F!Reader

Word Count: 1027

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: That might be the sweetest compliment I've ever been giving. Making people feel hopeful. Gosh, you're so sweet. I'm sorry that you feel that way about yourself, and I hope this story helps you feel a little bit better!

Wolffe pushes his hand through his short hair in annoyance as he irritably punches in the door code for his apartment. He loves his brothers, he does, but sometimes they are the most irritating di’kut to walk on any planet.

Not to mention, they made him late.

He was supposed to be home over an hour ago.

He had a plan. Dinner and dancing with his perfect mesh’la, something to help her get her mind off the hard week that she’s been having at work.

But no. Now it’s not going to happen. All because Sinker decided to push the Corries and got himself thrown into a holding cell.

He should have let him cool his heels there for the night.

The door slides open and Wolffe pushes into the apartment, only to pause when he notes that none of the lights are on. His gaze flickers to the coat rack, taking note that her favorite jacket and her purse are still hanging there. Not to mention all of her shoes are lined up neatly on the shoe rack.

So she is home. Yet all of the lights are off, and there’s no sound indicating that she’s listening to music or watching a show or playing any of her games-

Slowly, Wolffe sits on the bench to pull off his armor, all of his senses turned towards the apartment, searching for any hint of what’s going on.

Something is clearly wrong.

Maybe she’s upset that he’s home later than he said he would be? If that’s the case then he’s going to beat Sinker black and blue tomorrow.

He finishes pulling off his armor, and stacks it neatly near the door, and then he heads to the gun safe, and he puts his weapons in it, before shutting and locking the door.

Only then does he head further into the apartment.

“Mesh’la?”

There’s a sniffle from the bedroom, and Wolffe’s gaze snaps to the closed door. He doesn’t even bother knocking on the door, since it’s his room too, and he peers at the large lump under the blanket.

“Mesh’la?

“There’s no one here but us bedbugs,” Her voice is shaky, as though she’s been crying.

Wolffe sighs silently, she’s upset. He’s definitely going to beat Sinker black and blue tomorrow. He sits on the edge of the bed and presses his hand against her back, rubbing soothingly as he feels her trembling under his touch, “I’m sorry I’m late, mesh’la. Sinker got arrested, and-”

Slowly the blanket tugs down so she’s able to peer up at him. Her pretty eyes are rimmed with red, and he feels his heart sink. “Sinker got arrested?”

“Yeah, he picked an argument with Thorn and-” Wolffe sighs, “I’m so sorry that I’m late, I know we had plans. I should have commed…I didn’t mean to make you cry-”

She blinks at him, and then hastily wipes her eyes, though that didn’t help. “I…I’m not crying-”

“You are though.” Wolffe replies gently as he brushes a tear off her cheek.

“Oh.” She pauses, and then she leans into his touch, “Not because of you, or Sinker.”

Quickly, Wolffe reassesses the situation, and his eyes narrow, “Someone upset you to the point of tears.”

“It’s…dumb.”

“If they upset you enough that you came home and cried, it’s obviously not.” Wolffe points out, “Come on, mesh’la. What happened?”

She ducks her head, “It’s just…” She pauses, “Someone said something and-”

“What did they say?” He prods gently.

She seems to curl in on herself, “That I’m not pretty enough to land someone who looks like you. That you’re probably only using me because I’m…I’m easy,” She spits out the word like it’s a curse, “That you don’t really love me-”

Wolffe leans in and kisses her to stop the flood of words. “Well, whoever told you that is clearly jealous of how amazing you are.”

“They-”

“Let’s go over this point by point, shall we?” Wolffe interrupts, “You not being pretty enough for me is nonsense, you’re gorgeous, all of the time. About you being easy-” He makes a face, “If you were easy, mesh’la, it wouldn’t have taken me almost a year to convince you to go on a date with me.”

A flush spreads across her face, and Wolffe grins.

“That was a very long, very miserable year for me, Mesh’la. I can’t believe you spent so long running from me.”

“It made sense, at the time.” She mumbles, and Wolffe presses a light kiss to her forehead.

“As for me not loving you,” Wolffe says, “I spent a year trying to make you even look at me. Is my love for you really in doubt here?”

“I’m sorry-”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize.” He kisses her forehead again, “I would, however, like to know who exactly made you cry.” She shoots him a look, “I just wanna talk to them. Really.”

“Right. Talk.” She scoffs, “Since when is ‘talk’ a euphemism for ‘beat them senseless’?”

“Since always.” Wolffe replies, he slips under the blanket with her and draws her into a tight hug, “But I’m much more concerned about the fact that you seem to believe them.”

“I…well…”

“Yes?”

“I’m not pretty, Wolffe. Not compared to some of the women that your brothers date. I’m just…bleh.”

“You’re not just bleh.” Wolffe corrects, “And the fact that I haven’t managed to convince you of this yet makes me a terrible boyfriend.” He leans in and kisses her gently. “How can I convince you to see yourself like I see you?”

“I…I don’t know.”

Slowly Wolffe kicks the blanket off the bed and rolls so that she’s laying on top of him, “I have a pretty good idea.” He teases with a wicked grin, “I know exactly how to make you see yourself like how I see you.”

She stares down at him, startled, and then a slightly flustered look crosses her face as correctly identifies the look on his face.

“Ah, you’re so cute and I love you so much.” Wolffe says with a boyish, lovesick, grin on his face.

Somehow, she looks even more flustered, “I love you too.”

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 3 months

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hiiii hiiii!!! was curious :3 how's it gooinnnng?? uh, feeling booooooorooooooored got any fun headcanons you have floating around the space station?? :3

It's going well enough, Anon! I finally got around to this! Sorry it took me so long, I've been having a hard time doing things. But never mind that! Here's a mixed bag of headcanons!

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Medic can make a killer hot chocolate. The only issue being, he will NOT elaborate on why he's so happy and eager to make you one.. He'll hand you the most beautifully decorated hot chocolate, but he stares at you with the most terrifying smile, staring through your soul. You should drink it, though, what's the worst that can happen.

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Speaking of Medic. This man would be a menace at Diner Dash. I can not explain. He'd just be so good at it. Put him in endless mode, and he'd play it for hours, you could not get him to put it down.

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Speaking of video games, Scout is insane at Mario Kart. He will kill you on Rainbow Road, you will not win against him, he's a maniac. He mains Peach. Also, funny enough, even though he has so many siblings, none of them would play Mario Kart with him. He may have teared up because Pyro asked to play with him.

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You know what, I'll just drop everyone's Mario Kart mains and their second option with no explanations!

Demo would main Yoshi, Dry Bones being his second

Engie would pick Daisy, dying on this kill. Um, as a second pick I get Lakitu vibes.

Heavy would choose Bowser, Luigi being his second

Medic switches between the princesses, but mainly Rosalina, King Boo being his second.

Scout is a Peach main ONLY, if he is alone! (One time, he messed up and picked Peach before anyone else could and was very embarrassed.) If he's playing with others, he picks Mario, Larry being his second.

Sniper doesn't care. He'd probably let someone else pick for him. He normally gets a princess character, but he doesn't mind.

Spy is always picking rose gold Peach, regardless of Scout's mocking. He doesn't need a second pick because he'll get pissy about it.

Soldier doesn't have a set main, but I feel like he'd pick any of Bowser's kids.

Pyro is a Shy Guy main, and I am so normal about it, Bowser Jr. Is its second pick.

None of them really fight over mains though, the all normally get the character they want.

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Totally away from all of that. I think Spy listens to classical music, and Scout also likes classical music so one time, Scout heard it from Spy's room and just came in, starting to make fun of him, but ended up just... sitting with Spy. I think a lot of their bonding is nonverbal.

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Hey, I'm doing another speaking of bit, Spy has a habit of showing up at the exact moment someone needs something, with the item. Medic needs a coffee? Oh well, Spy just happened to be there with one. Scout's looking for something? Spy just found it! How strange. He always acts like its such an inconvenience, this is the only way he can show love.

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Scout, Sniper, Medic, and Soldier all have sensory and texture issues.

Scout will gag at the thought of eating puddings and jellos and can't stand flashing lights. Sniper hates bright lights and hates the texture of anything slimy. Medic is overwhelmed by noises in crowds and can't stand sticky foods. Soldier has issues with fabrics and tags and can't stand soft/smooth.

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Back to Spy again, I think he really likes the smell of lilacs and vanilla, I don't know why.

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Scout once ran out of Bonk, Medic offered him a tea. Medic and Scout drink tea together when one of them has a bad day.

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Engie collects rocks. He's just always been a fan. Sometimes, he'll sit outside the base, looking at the ground just searching for pretty rocks. He's given some to Pyro before, and now Pyro goes and sits with him sometimes.

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Sniper's happiest moments in life are genuinely sitting in a dark room, not talking, just sitting with someone he cares about. He finds the presence of someone more comforting than words.

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You know those gimmick blogs that can identify something from one picture? Heavy can tell you exactly what book any quote is from.

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Pyro, Demo, and Soldier collect fireflies together sometimes.

Anyways! That's all I have for now. Sorry, they aren't anything major or great. But writing them made me smile, so thank you for that, anon!

I'm hoping I'm finally back to writing because this reminded me how fun it is.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 headcanons

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sinnerlillith · 2 years

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My good (bad) boy

summary: a confused Eddie said nothing while a "client" of his flirted with him, so he needs to be taught a lesson.

includes: sub (slight brat) Eddie, slight brat tamer reader, hand cuffs, nipple stimulation, hair pulling, choking, underwear gag, biting, hickeys, unprotected sex

A/N: ive seen no fics where eddie has sensitive nipples, so i wrote this one to show how much my *very correct and factual* sensitive nipples head cannon suits him

word count: 5.8k

"She's supposed to be here by now." you grumble impatiently. You and your boyfriend have been waiting 30 minutes longer than the agreed time that his client was supposed to arrive, so now you're both sitting in his van in an empty parking lot at sundown.

Eddie turns his head to yours, which isn't even looking his way. You're looking straight ahead, arms crossed in disappointment. "Yeah I know, but she's been late before so I'm not surprised." He says to you, flatly. He takes another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out of his open window that his arm is resting on.

Eddie actually hates the idea of taking you to a drug deal. He always refuses to let you tag along, but this is a repeat client who is practically harmless so he doesn't mind selling her some weed while y'all are hanging out after his band practice.

You sigh. “Yeah, but this is stupid. We should leave if she doesn’t show up in the next-”

A small white car pulls up into your right side view before you can finish your sentence. It then parks with its blinding headlights directly in-front of eddies van, both fronts of the cars facing each other.

“Finally.” Eddie says under his breath. You realize that must be the client. Your eyes adjust to the headlights and see 3 girls in the car. Two in the front and one in the back. I thought it was supposed to be one chick...? You say in your head, but before you can turn to ask Eddie, he’s stepping out of the van and grabbing his black metal lunch box, window still open. He wants this deal over as soon as possible so he can take you both to his trailer. He drops the cig on the floor and puts it out under his black boots, shutting the van door.

The girl in the back gets out to meet Eddie as he walks to the side on your left to meet her. Her pleated baby blue skirt bounces with each step of her white converse and white frilly socks to match. He dirty blonde hair is in a pony tail with an even bluer scrunchy. You notice the girls giggle in the car as they watch their friend excitedly step out and walk to him.

“Hiiii Eddieee” she says with a high pitched voice. It seems like she’s drunk but she’s really not, she just gets flustered around Eddie.

“Tina.” he greets her back with the complete opposite energy. He places his box on the hood of the girls car and pulls out Tinas usual amount of weed.

“Ok so, for this half ounce that’ll be-”

“You look so good in that jacket, by the way...” Tinas eyes move from the bottom of his leather jacket covering his hellfire shirt to his shoulders underneath it, then back to his eyes.

“Um, thanks? Anyways,” his full body is now turned to Tina as he holds the bag in his right hand, he gives it a little shake. “You should already know how much it costs anyway, so...” his eyes trail down to her hands, waiting for her to pull out cash.

“Oh, right!” She says while turning to her car. She taps the window so her friends know to roll it down for her. She dives full torso into the open car window, only leaving her rear and legs to hang out, skirt beginning to ride up. Exactly what she hoped for. She purposefully searches for her cash longer than needed, hoping Eddie is staring at her bare legs but his eyes are looking away. His head turns to his left shoulder as his left hand comes up to rub his nose.

You’re scoffing at this obvious failed display of flirting. I mean, this girl has to be way more direct to get through Eddies thick skull. She takes out the cash and counts it up, placing it in his now open left hand. Before he can take his hand away, she’s grabbing it. His eyes look into hers, confused. She’s smiling at him as she says “Before this is over, you should come hang out with us!”

Her eyelashes flutter. Eddie chuckles awkwardly and says “Nah, actually. I’m good.” shaking his head slowly. “Oh come onnn,” Tina whines “We need more hot guys for our party, plus you can sell more!” that smile still on her face, Eddies hand was still being gripped.

“She did not just...” you mumble to yourself, now staring daggers at her. You hold off on stepping out of his van and walking up to his side to hang onto his arm, whining “Baby, whats taking so long?” You want to see how he would handle the situation on his own.

Hot guys? Eddie says in his own head, taken aback by how and why his client thinks he’s hot. He pulls his left hand out of her hands and replaced her empty hands with her weed in one swift, yet awkward, motion. “Im... busy tonight.” he says with an awkward smile on his face.

“Whattt? What on earth could Eddie Munson be busy doing? You got a girlfriend or something?” She teased, hoping he would say he’s single.

“Yeah yeah, alright Tina. I get it.” He pockets the money she handed to him.

You see his reaction and actually feel a little frustrated. Why didn’t he say he’s busy with his girlfriend instead? or, ‘Yeah, I have a girlfriend, stop flirting. It’s not gonna happen.’ ? Why is he so hesitant to mention me, I’m right here like 5 feet behind him?

“Thanks for buyin’ I guess, gotta go.” He says as he points behind him to his van with his lips in a flat line and eyes widened in disbelief. He then turns to grab his lunch box and shuffles to his door quickly. Tina drops her hands to her sides with a bratty frown and turns heel to enter the car her friends are in. They laugh at her as she enters, you notice her mouth a “shut up” to them.

The door opens to his van as he places the lunchbox at your feet before climbing into his seat. “Well,” he says in a huff as he rolls up the window and starts the van. “That was... something.” He turns to you with a half grin, expecting you to agree, but you ignore him. You don’t look his way, you just yawn and cross your arms. His eye brow raises, but then he turns back to face the front as he reverses out to leave the parking lot. The whole ride you barely talked to him.

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You’re both finally parked at the trailer park and Eddie is still disturbed by your lack of words.

“You tired?” he asks, hands on the wheel shutting the car off. His head turns to you.

“Something like that.” you say emotionless, straight faced, and without looking his way. He notices something is up, but you are already unfastening your seat belt to get out of the van.

“Whats wrong?” he says so gently and concerned it makes your heart ache. It’s hard to ignore him now that his hand covers your own before your door is fully open.

“Lets just go inside right now.” you say glancing at him then back at the door. You both walk into his trailer. He moves to sit on his couch with a sigh from his long day of practice. You go to stand infront of the outer part of the kitchen, leaning on the back of the counter.

“Did you realize she was flirting with you?” you blurt out as his hair turns to show his face and look at you from his seat on the couch. Your arms are crossed again and it finally clicks in his head. Now he knows why you were so silent.

His head leans down to his feet, eyes closed, trying to prepare himself for how he wants to tell you that theres nothing to worry about because that wasn't flirting going (in his eyes). Then it lifts back up to look at you with a soft smile. "Honey, baby, that was not flirting." he says to you and you’re absolutely baffled. Your jaw drops at his confidence in his words.

“So, someone calling you hot isn’t flirting?”

“I mean... she was just joking right?” he says, smile now fades. Wait...was she actually flirting with me? I thought she was playing around to get a discount.... He begins to question the situation. His eyes trail away as he thinks.

“Ok fine. So if a guy tells me to come to his party because he needs more ‘hot girls’ there,” you say with air quotes, “then he’s totally not flirting, right?”

“Well.... yeah I guess he is...” he says, his heart starts to race at the confrontation. And also the idea of a guy saying that to you, but he tries to ignore it. “But I’m dating you, so her flirting doesn’t matter.”

“Thats the point,” you start to look at him now. “you are dating me, but you never told her that. I’m just a little disappointed. If someone flirted with me so obviously, I would say ‘i have a boyfriend and I’m really not interested.’ I wouldn’t just- never mind, Eddie.” you huff. Your eyes look away from him. You don’t even want to talk about it anymore. It’s starting to piss you off.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I just didn’t kn- there was so much- I was really confused, ok?” he stutters. He’s starting to get nervous as his hands raise to his sides in defense. “I was uncomfortable, that situation was so unexpected. And I thought she was trying to get a discount!” his eyes are wide now.

A discount? You thought to yourself held back a laugh at his inability to get a clue. You bring your right hand to your eyes to hide your face. You sigh, but it’s not a frustrated sigh. Your shoulders actually relax at his confession.

He really isn’t used to other girls giving him attention, so he hasn't had much practice with rejection. “Well then Eddie,” you bring your hand down to meet his eyes, “you know what to say next time now, right?”

He nods. You cant help it, you bust out laughing. You bend over at the waist, tears almost falling out from all the laughter.

“You idiot!” you laugh still. “You’re lucky you’re cute, man..” you say with a smile as you begin to finish laughing.

He smiles a toothy grin at you, heart fluttering at your words and laughs. He pats the couch, signaling for you to sit next to him. You walk over to him and have a seat. His arm slides around your waist as he kisses your cheek, then your temple, then back to your cheek again. His kisses trail to your jaw and he’s smiling the whole time. You squirm at the affection, but he holds your body closer to him instead. Kisses not settling down anytime soon. He exhales through his nose with short exhales, almost like he’s laughing at you through his nose. Your hands find their way to his chest and you attempt shove him playfully.

His kisses go from up your neck to your ear, then he whispers “You looked so angry, sweetheart...” more kisses around your ear follows. “I almost asked you if you wanted to take it out on me...” he licks your earlobe with a suggestive smile. You heat up at the contact and his dirty thoughts. Your thighs clench, an idea soon following.

You use force to get up from your spot on the couch and walk away from him, not looking back.

"Hey wait, where are you going?" he calls out for you.

Little does he know, you're walking into his room to grab his handcuffs. You turn around and walk back out, balancing the cuffs on your right pointer finger. He eyes the cuffs from his spot on the couch, mouthing an "oh" as he sees what you left the conversation to do.

His eyes look up into your own, then you both smile, the same thought in your heads. You walk towards him slowly, eye contact not breaking as he licks his lips in anticipation. You’re soon standing in front of him, in-between his legs on the couch. Your left hand comes out to caress his tangled frizzy hair while his wide palms and veiny hands, adorned with rings, come out to touch the outermost parts of the sides of your exposed thighs in your shorts. He sneaks them around to the backs of your thighs, just below your ass, to give that part of your legs a squeeze, smiling up at you. He breaks eye contact to pull his face forward to place light and gentle kisses on your thighs. You’re looking down at the sight, eyes softening at his sweet kisses.

“I think...” you say, he meets your eyes in between his kisses, looking up at you as your left hand brushes down the side of his face, cuffs still in your right hand hanging. “....I should teach you a lesson. How does that sound?” you ask in a sultry tone.

His heart literally skips a beat as his hands grip you harder in a surprised manner. His eyelashes flutter and butterflies arise at his thoughts of all the things you could do to him with those hand cuffs. His lips break away from your thighs to look up as you with a lazy nod. You smile down at him. “Good boy, Eddie. Don’t forget our safe word, ok?” He nods again as you climb down into his lap, placing the hand cuffs besides him so you can put your hands on his shoulders. His hands move up from your thighs to your waist to help guide you onto his lap.

You straddle him and bring his face in for a kiss. The kiss is slow and intimate, as if he’s trying to be apologetic with you. Your head tilts further to the side so your mouths can open more to each other. His hands travel from off your waist to the back pockets of your shorts, squeezing and releasing them. This makes you move your hips inwards and your hands travel to the back of his head, kissing him harder. Your tongues lick over each other as he whines into your mouth, wanting you to tug on his hair, but you’re unaware of that dirty desire of his. You get butterflies at the noise that slipped through him, your hips shifting forward again in response.

You both start exhaling heavy through your noses. The sounds of your kissing fills the smokey and air freshener scented living room. You break away out of breath, slightly irritated with the amount of clothes separating you both. You tilt your head to the right to tease at his neck, nipping and lightly kissing on it. He moves his head away further to let you cover more areas on his skin. His mouth falls open so he can beg for you to be rougher with his neck.

“Be rougher... please y/n” he pleas. You’re not ready to give him what he wants yet, so you let your lips trail up to his ear. Your hand travels to the back of his neck to pull his body further up, straight against your own.

“You look so good in that jacket...” your voice is pitchy in his ear, mocking Tina from earlier as you talk to him. You bite harshly at his ear lobe, tugging it then releasing.

He attempts to turn his head towards you but fails since your grip on the back of his neck is so strong. He rolls his eyes with a grin at your humor. “y/n...” he says, head falling onto your left shoulder. You smirk at him.

Your mouth travels back down to his ear to speak into it lowly, just barely under your breath. “You look even better with it off...” you place a kiss on his ear, “with all of your clothes off actually.” You pull back to look into his deep brown eyes, and they’re wide with arousal. He was blushing the whole time you were teasing him, but those final words made his dick half hard.

“Is that so, pretty princess? Well I’m flattered.” he says lowly, trying to give you a hard time and put a dent in your dominance. Your hands travel up to his face, your right thumb presses and traces over his bottom pink lip.

“Take this off for me, tough guy” you ask, dominance not faltering whatsoever with your hands now on his leather jacket, which hides his firm shoulders. He eyes your mouth, the corner of his lip tugs up into an excited half smirk. “Yes ma’am.” he says through his toothy grin. His dark eyes move up to your own eyes, looking down at him. His back arches and twists to tug off his jacket, never breaking eye contact with you.

Your stomach flips at his obedience. Both of your hands now rest on his clothed chest, and travel down his abdomen, still holding that intense eye contact, watching his eyebrows shift in pleasure at your slow movements. Your fingertips find the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his shoulders, helping his head come out. His brown frizzy hair falls from underneath the warm fabric and he catches you off guard by going in for a kiss. Your lips meet and his hands are roaming all over your upper body under your shirt, impatiently.

They trace over the curves of your back, bra strap, dips in your shoulder blades, bumps of your ribcage, warmth of your waist, all of it. His curious hands make your breathing speed up so you break the kiss to catch your breath.

You lean back and hold his face in your hands. “You know, you really pissed me off earlier Eddie.” You confess carefully, trying not to kill the mood.

“Oh really?” he says smiling at your lips before he gives them a quick, wet peck. “Fuck me like it then.”

Instant butterflies. Yup, mood was definitely not ruined. In fact, it completely shifted.

“Hands behind your back.” the command falls from your mouth effortlessly, after all, you know exactly that you want. You want to see this ignorantly confident pretty boy restrained at his wrists and drooling as you bounce on his agonizingly hard dick. You want to see his eyes shut in pleasure, eyebrows scrunched tightly on his pretty face, begging, whining, crying for you to go faster. Whimpering how good you feel with a fucked out smile on his warm face.

He leans forward and crosses his arms behind his back and you reach to the side to grab the cuffs. You lift to your knees to hunch over his shoulder and put the cuffs on him. You struggle at first, but eventually get them on. you’re still hunched over as you ask him if they feel too tight. He says they’re fine and leans back into the back couch cushions fully. You settle back to your spot on his lap, finally noticing how hard he’s gotten and you haven’t even taken your clothes off yet.

“Oh? You’re a little excited aren't you, honey?” you say sarcastically as you roll your hips on his bulge. His eyes shut, then look back up at you.

“No fuckin shit” he replies out of breath.

“Damn Eddie, you eat pussy with that mouth of yours?”

He smiles a devilish grin, definitely not the grin of a man handcuffed on his own couch. “What? You wanna find out or something?” he teases.

“I have a better idea.” You get up from off your spot on his lap. You go to unbutton your shorts which are covered by Eddies shirt he let you wear. You slip them off in front of him, but he cant see your underwear thats still on below your long shirt. He feels so teased, but can’t stop staring. You then pull off your underwear which has a thin first layer of slick from the all the arousal.

Now that you’re standing commando, you hold your underwear up in your hand, looking down at him with an excited grin. You climb back on top of him while bunching the cloth in your hand. You grab his chin to lift his mouth up and tell him to open it. “Since you were so quiet earlier,” you refer back to his drug deal, stuffing the warm slightly damp fabric into his mouth gagging him, “you’re gonna have to be quiet again now.” successfully shutting him up.

He’s now cuffed and gagged as you push his hair to the side and start sucking hickeys onto his neck. Your hand travels from the back of his neck, to his collar bone, then to his naked chest. Fingertips brush over his nipple before you go down to his pants. But before you can reach his pants, you notice him tense at your fingertips brushing over his pink nipple. You experimentally bring your pointer and middle fingers back up to squeeze the left and right side of his now hard nipple between your finger pads. He lets out a whimper and his shoulders flinch.

“Oh? sensitive nipples, huh?” He lets out a muffled whine in response, followed by a very shy nod. You smile against the part between his shoulder and base of his neck, licking a long stripe up as you pinch at his nipple again, mixing your teasing nipple stimulation with your warm tongue. His hips buck up and his head falls back onto the couch cushion, exposing his now bruised throat. You’re purposefully not pinching hard since he’s so sensitive, but you want to see how far you can push him.

“If it hurts too bad, give me a sign ok? Like, swing your head around violently or something, ok?” he nods.

You move your head to the opposite side of his exposed neck to leave marks there. You bite at his skin, then lick over your marks. Your fingers switch to your thumb and pointer finger as you pinch then twist his bud, drawing out muffled groans under your panty gag and short exhales through his nose. His eyes open wide, then squint in pleasure at the celling every time you release his nipple, just to squeeze it again.

You then pull back to look at his face and lift both your hands up over both his nipples. His neck lifts up off the couch to look at your face, but his eyes drop to find your hands instead. Your thumbs and pointer fingers pinch hard and then pull his nipples outward and release them. His chest lifts up making his back arch away from the cushion and towards you, trying to follow the painful and pleasurable stimulation. You release then pinch them again, for longer this time, getting wetter and wetter by the second. You want to see how much he can take, but all he does is make pitcher muffled whines over and over again, one after the other, almost as if he’s going to cry and cum at the same time. His head falls back quickly, eyes shutting, shoulders start to twitch around, and you take this as a sign to give his stimulated buds a break.

When you pull your fingers off, he starts to breath harsher through his nose, chest matching his puffs. “So I take it you’re having fun?” you tease. Your thumb rubs soothing circles on his nipples, before taking out his gag. You want to hear him respond to you.

“You’re mean, y/n... pinching so roughly like that” he says out of breath, once again. His head and neck lifts from off the upper cushions of the couch .

“Then tell me why you enjoyed it so much...” you say, hands now trailing to the destination they were supposed to be at before. Your fingers tuck into the hem of his boxers under his black jeans, and they just sit there.

Eddie gets shy at your question, as if he’s ashamed of how much he enjoyed having his nipples played with while your underwear was stuffed into his mouth. “Shut up...” he replies, rolling his eyes, then moving to sit up and rest his head on your left shoulder.

“Is that a threat?” you question, hand going up the base of his head, gripping on his lower scalp, hair now in your hands. You yank his head back, semi harshly to make him look into your eyes.

“Fuck, I was waiting for that” he says with a pretty sigh, loving when you pull on his hair. He smiles at your firmness. The effect your dominance has on him is starting to make your toes curl and your exposed groin leak against his dark jeans. You want to fuck him so badly now.

“Well, theres plenty more where that came from, if you be a good boy of course.” You warn, getting up off of him to slide his jeans and boxers down his thighs and stop just before his knees to release his dick. You climb back on-top of him and discard your shirt. His eyes fall to your chest, covered in a bra. He licks his lips at you infront if his dick, only having a bra on.

Your wetness sits a few inches before his dick, not even touching it. You see his eyes on your body, and you decide to move your hand over to touch your dripping heat. Your middle finger glides over your wet slit effortlessly. You let it slip from the top and bottom of your entrance, collecting your slick on your single finger. He watches and gulps at the sight, only hearing how absolutely fucking wet you are. It’s driving him crazy, he wants to feel what you’re touching surround his shaft.

You let a quiet sigh fall from you lips as you lean into his shoulder. He watches you finger yourself, prepping your hole for his dick. You then bring your fingers up to his mouth and he automatically opens it, leaning forward off the couch with you still on his shoulder letting his tongue fall out to lick up your wetness.

Your head rises from off his shoulder and now next to his ear. “Are you gonna be a good boy now?” You question lowly into his ear, hovering your entrance over his tip, fingers still being licked up with his tongue. He nods his head up and down in a rushed manner “Mhmm” you hear him say, licking the rest of your wetness of his plush pink lips.

Your hand his tongue was just on moves to press your thumb on one side of his neck, and your other fingers on the opposite side. You begin to choke him lightly in a spot that lets you simultaneously lift his head up so his lips aren’t far from yours. You meet his big deep brown eyes with your own.

You sink down onto him, exhaling through your mouth making both Eddies and your own eyes flutter. You tuck your bottom lip into your mouth as the base of him finally fills you. You rise up again, feeling his bare veins kiss against your walls with every inch until you reach his tip. You sink back down on him slowly, feeling the stretch all over again. His mouth falls open, eyebrows droop downward, wrists behind his back still as he struggles to keep himself from leaning back onto the couch. He wants to kiss you so bad.

Your eyes trail from his eyes to his wet lips. He lets out pleas for you to kiss him, and you do. Ask you kiss, your hand on his neck squeezes harder. You bite on his lower lip and tug it back, making his mouth open so you can slip your tongue in. You begin to stop moving your hips vertically to ride him, and instead shift to roll you hips forward in slow horizontal figure eights. The movements, the kiss, the moans into his mouth create hot and heavy intimacy between you both.

You start to feel so good that you can’t kiss him back normally anymore. You break the kiss to moan into his neck that your hand is slowly sliding off of. He leans back into the couch and lets out the groans he was holding in.

The rocking forwards of your hips on him speed up and your hands find his shoulders to stabilize yourself. Your mouth is still moaning onto his neck with a mix of his name and curses. Your face is heating up, you feel euphoric. You lean back, off of his chest.

You meet his face, but he’s... smiling as if he’s amused?

He opens his mouth to speak, slightly tilting his head to the side. "Is that all you got, sweetheart?"

He didn’t just... He taunted you?

You move a hand behind his scalp and pull his hair harshly and he lets an entire open mouthed whimper fall out before biting his lip to stifle the rest of his noises. His head is pulled back, neck exposed once again, eyes shut tight in pleasure. His scalp burns at your roughness, but dick twitches at your walls clamping around him.

“Fuck ” he exhales a shakey moan, making your toes curl.

“Look at me, Eddie.” you say as you stilled on his dick, no longer riding him.

His eyes open. When they do, he sees your underwear in your hand again.

“Open up pretty boy, looks like you want me to use this again.” He opens and you stuff the cloth into his mouth, gagging him again. But this time, your palm goes sideways over his mouth, flatting over the gag.

You being to lift off of him, just to slam back down roughly. You ride him aggressively like this, hand over his mouth, bodies sweating, the skin of your thighs and base of your ass slapping onto the upper parts of his own thighs.

You take a quick look to admire his body under you. His head has fallen back onto the couch, exposing his neck with that guitar pick necklace he always wears, now sticking to his glistening skin. His neck is covered in your dark purple and red hickeys you gave him. His chest with tattoos rises and falls quickly at your pace. His face, his pretty face... its twisted in pleasure as you feel his drool prick at your palm over his mouth. His eyes shut and open over and over again. You hear him moan even louder due to your roughness, though its muffled. His cuffed hands so badly want to be released so he can hold onto you. He’s losing his mind at the pleasure you’re giving him and needs to grip onto you to bring his head back down to reality.

You begin to let your own moans out once again. You whimper as you feel your clit bump over his lower abdomen, stimulating it, over and over again. You want to hear his voice, you want to hear how good you’re making him feel. Your palm lifts off his mouth as you tug the gag out. You put your thumb on the middle point of his jaw and chin bone, with the rest of your fingers on the opposite side of his face. You roughly tug his face up to make him look at you.

“Who’s dick is this? who does it belong to?” you huff, still bouncing on him.

“Its yours, all yours” he says all in one rushed exhale.

Your hand moves off his face to snake to the back of his frizzy dark hair, gripping it to keep his head back.

“Say it then” you command with yet another yank at his hair.

“Fuck y/n, I belong to you- shit - nngh”

Your pussy clenches on him at his words.

“Such a good boy for me, baby.” you try to say confidently, but it comes out at a whine. Your harshness begins to crumble, he just feels too good. your stomach is fluttering, your legs tingle, your head falls back. Your hand that was on his scalp releases his hair as it moves down his chest to pinch at his nipple roughly, your head falls back down to look at his reaction.

“You like that dont you?” you smile down at him.

“ha- yes, yeah- ah fuck!” he’s stuttering so much and you can tell by the way he’s gasping that he’s going to cum soon. His shoulders shake because he wants to bring his hands up to cover his mouth, but he can’t. Somehow, that turns him on even more.

“mmm, fucking shit y/n,” he stumbles on his words “gonna- m’ gonna cum..” he whimpers. “’m sorry, so sorry,” he slurs out, “wanted you to- oh god- to..cum first”

You can’t help but smile at him. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder as you moan his name. You don’t even care if he’s going to cum before you do because everything feels so good right now, but you don’t want him to know that yet. You want to play with him for a little longer.

You look into his eyes, still riding him. “You’re mine, you understand?” you pant out, almost out of breath.

He nods aggressively, huffing and panting.

“So say it, Eddie. say it until- oh shit- until you cum” you moan out your last command as his thighs start to shake. His head tucks forward into your neck, arms flinching, wanting to break free. He’s crying out over and over again ‘I’m yours, I’m yours’ until you feel his cum pour inside you.

You still rotate your hips on him, during and after he cums. You want to cum too but your legs are getting tired. You begin to slow down on him and catch your breath. He’s still inside you as you rest your head on his shoulder and grip his back, letting your body relax. He softens inside you. His head turns to give your own a kiss. You lift yourself off of his half soft shaft, feeling empty.

“Can you take the cuffs off now?” he mumbles against your hair.

“Oh shit, yeah sorry. Forgot” You scramble to get them off, still straddling him. He brings his uncuffed wrists forward and rubs them. He puts his ringed hands on your shoulder blades and brushed them down over your back while kissing your cheeks and neck, making you shudder. You still haven’t cum after all, and you really want to. You let your neck move to the side and you whine his name, still very horny.

He speaks against your neck between kisses. “Yes, I do eat pussy with this mouth by the way.” you giggle tiredly at him. “Lean back for me, pretty.”

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i told yall he has sensitive nipples, and now i have officially proved it, 3 days after my promise. comment your favorite part/detail so i know what to continue writing into my fics :)

plz reblog if you enjoyed. or if you’re wet n shaking from the images in your mind cuz i am

THIS IS ALSO MY FAVE FIC IVE WRITTEN SO FAR UGHHHH I LOVE SUB EDDIE, HE’S SUCH A GOOD BOY

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#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #stranger things smut #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #sub eddie munson

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luveternals · 5 months

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paring: 3. simon 'ghost' riley x male reader rating: M, MDNI cw: reader has a very strong photographic memory and doesn't know how to let go, lovers to strangers, ambiguous ending, ghost sucks at apologising. a/n: I proofread this <- haven't proofread this and things mind not make sense towards the end. might take a bit bc to right this, I'm taking care of a baby chick. ~ ~ ~

You remember how it is to love him. A feeling so strong it swells your heart with affection every single time you caught his gaze on you, felt his skin under your lips, heard his voice against your ear.

It's like a stab to the heart to find him standing before you after so long. Your chest aches at the sight, squeezing with longing and betrayal and so much love for him.

“You're alive,” you say, your voice cracking around the words, and swallow your feelings with vengeance, “ten years.”

Ten years. Saying it out loud cements the realization that he was ripped away from you and never did anything to come back.

“I—” you shove the door to his face the moment he opens his mouth but he throws his arm against it to keep it from slamming closed. “Just hear me out!”

It's then that you notice he isn't alone. It's then that you notice his attire is not suitable as civilian wear. It's then that you realize that he is not here for you.

Not exactly, no.

You leave him at the door, step deep into the room and head for the last door of your corridor.

You don't wait for anyone, but you know for a fact that he knows his way to the room with or without your aid.

The light flickers overhead, it's a surprise it works at all. There's no window to let the air in, so you'll have to put up with the dust and stuffiness. You haven't opened the door to this room in years and it shows.

There's a mess of documents and pictures in the middle of it all, and you're struck with the memory of you standing over it with a lighter in your hands.

He was gone, you couldn’t continue to—

With a sigh, you move to get rid of all the rubbish you left so long ago and ignore the footsteps moving to check the room for whatever.

Someone approaches, crouches opposite you and starts searching through the mess.

“You were gonna get rid of these too.” Simon holds the booklet of pictures as he flips through it, running gentle fingers over the cover. It isn't even a question, he simply knows it. There's a note of sadness in his voice mixed with resignation and it makes your blood boil.

It's true then, that he doesn't care one bit about what you had together. So ready to give it up at the first sign of hardship.

“Obviously,” you say with as much venom as you can muster, stealing the album from his hands and shoving it aside —away from his gaze. “You went MIA, then confirmed KIA soon after I started searching for you.”

I couldn't go through with it. The only thing you did manage to do that day was throw the lighter into the bin and miss.

Did he do it on purpose? Made them tell you he was gone so you would stop trying? Whatever his reasons, ten years with no word only to come back because he needs something...

“This all I am to you, ain't I?” you say —because despite your field of work you have never learnt to keep your mouth from running, — wave your hand at the room, and stare at him with your jaw set.

“Look,” he starts, but you're already standing and turning away. He jolts forward and grabs you by the arm, “bloody hell, we don't have time for this.”

“Of course,” you say and watch his eyes grow wide at his own words. “no time for this.” You were a fool to think there had been anything at all.

“That's not... That's not what I—”

“I'll help you with whatever you need,” you cut him off and tag your arm free. “You know my price already.”

There's a hidden door built at the very back of the room, and despite the ten years of negligence all is frozen in the same neat and perfect condition you've left it years back. It's a disorienting contrast with the previous room.

The change of temperature as you step through the door is refreshing, settling over your shoulders like a familiar embrace. There are cabinets lining all four walls, carrying an insane number of papers and folders and books. Despite the incredible jump technology has gone through its progress, a paper document is still chosen over a digital file.

If they're seeking your help then hackers are of no use for them, which in turn means whatever they need has long been lost in the past.

This room is the reason you're still alive really. You haven't touched it in years nor do you have any physical need for it, but the simple knowledge that you are in possession of it makes you invulnerable. Mind maps are crucial for organizing information, sure, but no one will find any use for this room if something happens to your brain.

“So? Who's and which skeleton in the closet do you want me to reveal to you, so you can go and ruin their life?” You open a drawer at random, pick up the first folder your fingers touch and flip it open. Truth is you have always been quite fond of puzzles and none of these documents mean anything at all. It's just a bunch of random words written using cross writing.

Simon had found it ridiculous to write whatever you had to say and then turn the page ninety degrees the moment you run out of space.

But that was the beauty of it. Never mind that you only use gibberish sentences as a guide line to refresh your memory, but the puzzle that cross letters were kept your mind busy.

You find him standing by the door when you force yourself back to the present. He hasn't said a word, nor has he dared to do anything other than close the door behind him and watch you without moving any deeper into the room. “You used to say that every time someone you hated asked for your help.”

And it's the little things he would notice and remember, that had your heart first beat a little faster back then. The way he would take it as a vantage to express himself when he struggled to process his own emotions. That he went all soft and delicate despite knowing for a fact that you weren't made of glass. All that and more, is what made you fall for him.

Every single memory is so vivid in your mind but the betrayal and pain and anger are just as fresh in the forefront of your mind that you can't help but sneer at him. “Yes, glad to know I haven't changed at all in the past ten years.”

You're not being petty, you really are not. Because despite it all, you still love him. Just as much as you had the first time you fell for him, the first kiss you shared, the first ‘I love you’ you pressed into his skin, the first date you took him to.

The first time they told you you'd lost him forever.

Your feelings have only grown, and the pain stabbing through your heart has only grown with them. You know that if you let yourself hope even for the shortest moment, you'll break and will never be able to piece yourself together.

Photographic memory might be a cool power, a service demanded by the leaders controlling the world, but for you it is nothing but a spiteful curse.

~ ~ ~ please reblog, comment and/or follow if you like what I write. without feedback, I have no reason to keep this blog alive.

#simon ghost riley #x top male reader #call of duty #top male reader #dom male reader #male reader #cod x reader #reader insert #x reader #cod #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #story day

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twig-tea · 6 months

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Liminality in Last Twilight

Here are the two main definitions of liminal:

of, relating to, or situated at a sensory threshold [or limen]: barely perceptible or capable of eliciting a response

of, relating to, or being an intermediate state, phase, or condition : IN-BETWEEN, TRANSITIONAL

(the above phrasing from mirriam-webster).

Hopefully y'all are already picking up what I'm putting down; this show is all about that liminal space both these characters are in when they meet, and the limen of Day's vision is a major moment already highlighted in the trailers. I thought it would be useful to track those moments of liminality and see if they have significance/if this lens adds to my understanding of the show. After EP 1, I'm pretty confident this is intentional and adding value to at least my watch, so I'm committing!

Incidences of liminality in Last Twilight EP 1

Start of the series is Day waiting for his game to start; that liminal space right before the game begins

Similarly the first time we see Mhok is on that trolley thing under the car; a tool used to move from one space to another

Mhok is placing sequential bets, living in that liminal space before the game ends and money is owed

The uncertainty around Day's health in the game; where he can't tell what's happening, and is transitioning from playing the game to unwell and needing to leave

The first instance of limen represented to the audience via blurry camera, when Day looks up at the lights

Porjai unable to get out the words to Mhok about what happened to Rung, and the extended liminal space of not knowing what happened to his sister

The liminal space of having been locked up and now free but still not free from having a record

Also just undergoing any job search especially while unemployed is liminal space

Day trying to get a caretaker/adjust to his new life

20% vision: a defined limen for Day's sight

The car in the garage waiting to be paid for; refusing Mhok's decision and extending it for another 6 months

Day and Mhok meeting for a second time in the elevator (a liminal space)

Day waiting for a cornea transplant, with an unknown amount of time before it will happen (if it happens at all)

Day and Mhok meeting for the third time in another liminal space, this time the middle of the street

Another instance of limen represented to the audience using blur, this time of the street and of Mhok's face (thank you to @pondphuwin for your post that made me go back to notice this)

Again, when Day offers Mhok the job, Mhok makes a firm decision and is to told to think about it more--he keeps getting thrust back into liminal space

In Mhok's flashbacks, he thinks back to moments of liminality: the car, the job hunt, and then being told not to let opportunities pass him by

Tagging the ol' ephemerality squad as well as folks I've seen post about this show or who I've spoken with about this show so far, because I want other thoughts on this, but no pressure. I won't tag anyone who doesn't engage with this idea in any future posts unless you ask, and I won't mind!

@chickenstrangers , @clara-maybe-ontheroad , @colourme-feral , @distant-screaming , @lurkingshan , @neuroticbookworm , @rocketturtle4 , @slayerkitty , @thatgirl4815 , @ranchthoughts @waitmyturtles , @wen-kexing-apologist, @bengiyo, @heretherebedork, @respectthepetty, @my-rose-tinted-glasses

Whether or not you want to follow along, I would love help noticing the visual instances of liminality because I tend to not process visual changes well and it means I don't clock a lot of visual things. So please tag me in anything like that, even if you don't want to be tagged!

#last twilight #last twilight the series #bl meta #the last twilight limen #typed so i can stop thinking it

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 4 months

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Thanks for your response. I was the anon who ended the ask with 'the fandom can suck it'. When I saw that anon who you and twinanimatronics had assumed to be the one that keeps you know starting shit with you, I really hated that they labeled us as shipbrain or whatever they said. I am aroace who finds comfort in shipping characters and that doesn't make me any less aroace. Can't people like them just let us have this, let us share it and stop taping our mouths? God. We are not even hurting anyone. I posted a solarxmoon and solarxearth mini comic thing yesterday and behold, I believe that same anon found it and is looking adamantly through the solarxmoon and even solarxearth because I didn't use the tsams tag for my comic. I took the comic down fast and turned off anon messages so quick because God that anon was quick to leave nasty messages, six in total and that was panic attack inducing. I'm sorry for rambling about this. I don't know anyone else who got that same anon on their back. It looks like they are persistent for lack of better term and it annoys me+scares me. Can't even share things I like about here anymore. Hoping solarxmoon becomes canon so that anon can shut up already

If Solar Moon became canon, they don't even need to change anything.

The actors don't even need to pretend to kiss or be romanically involved at all.

It's literally as simple as "Oh yeah, we were dating for months, anyway..."

OH AND... FUCK THAT ANON. I know the user you are talking about, I think there's around two or three of them... and it seems like they're dead set on hunting down people who use that Solarmoon or Solar x Moon tag.

Going into popular users in the tsams fandom that I personally don't know... and spreading bad lies and rumors about me.

Like, they typically try to keep it as vague as possible, like "oh I am not talking about dana-chan-the-control-brain specifically....." but they often steal the exact wording and turn of phrase I use.

Cause I have an overly wordy way of talking on the internet.

I've always been this way since I was 15, so I feel my style of speaking is pretty overly wordy, rambly and long compared to most people just because I don't have a lot to share with my opinions with in real life. And I also misspell things a lot cus spellcheck has gotten worse since it became AI trained and it doesn't help my dyslexia.

But how sad is that? That someone is searching out the tag for a ship that they don't like, claim that "it's everywhere" and I'm "poisoning the fanbase" when I'm just.... here... playing with my own dolls, doing my own thing.... and not bothering anyone... Not even putting the ship in the tags publicly because I have Such respect and love for the silly little youtube show, who also plays with fnaf characters like they're dolls.

(just saying.. "bio-organic" and interdimensional travel did NOT come from fnaf I can tell you that much. )

And yeah, if they're really stumbling across Solarmoon or these ships on accident.......Blacklist the tags and move on? Don't come to my messages... Don't harass my friends...

And don't harass other people I DON'T EVEN KNOW because someone just said "hehe but what if they kissed" on the internet?

Like blocklist the tag, and move on.

I know the blocklisting tagging system sucks sometimes, so maybe it's picking up "Solar" like in that case? Just scroll super fast and don't look at it?

And yeah. You don't deserve those nasty messages sent your way at all!

Oh, and if you feel brave enough to reupload your art to tumblr and DM me, I will gladly reblog it here. <3

#danachan's rants #danachan's replies #danachan's asks

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abarbaricyalp · 3 months

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do you have any advice for a new writer trying to post on ao3 I want my stories to be noticed (also thanks for not leaving -- so many writers are gone now)

*Looks at my recent hits counts* I'm not sure I'm the best reference for this 😅

I think there are two aspects to getting engagement on fan works:

1: There is the actual work you put into posting your fics. This includes tags, cross posting, and self promotion.

Tags: Make sure you are tagging what is relevant to your fic. AO3 doesn't run on an algorithm, so the way people find your fics is primarily through searches. There is an excellent post on tumblr somewhere that discusses how to accurately tag your work, and I highly suggest starting there! (Post here) Also when tagging, I would suggest considering what YOU would search if you were looking for a fic like this. Quite often, I've found that the tag I was looking for isn't on AO3 yet. Don't be afraid to type in the specific trope or AU you are writing. Look at other tags to get a feel for the structure of the tag, but other than that, have fun.

Also, it may seem counterintuitive, but don't over-tag, by which I mean tagging a bunch of tropes or characters or ships that aren't in your story. It's a fast way to have people disregard your fic instantly, or even mute your name on AO3. Especially in smaller fandoms, I totally get the desire to tag a bigger ship, but it just makes more trouble for you in the long run.

Similarly, on tumblr, keep tags tight. I tend to only tag ship, character (name and superhero name), show/ movie, franchise, and the challenge I'm answering if I am. I know other people tag the actors of the characters. I don't because I know when I go into an actor's tag, I don't want to see fic (of their characters or them either) but that's entirely up to you. But don't tag characters or shows etc that have nothing to do with your fic. This is just courtesy in fandom spaces.

Cross-posting: I admit, I can be kind of bad about cross-posting, but I do find that it helps drive engagement when I do buckle down and get it done. Cross-posting is publishing or promoting a fic on multiple platforms. For instance, I use AO3 AND tumblr. On tumblr fic posts,I link to the AO3 (if there is one, I'm pretty bad about publishing shorter things on here only) And when I publish the fic on AO3, I'm supposed to be linking back to my tumblr. This helps more people see your fic and it grows your community when people are able to follow you on various platforms and spread your fic and kudos around. If you have fan accounts elsewhere and you're comfortable with it, feel free to promote there as well. Also check any discord or group servers you may be on for rules about promoting or channels meant exactly for that.

Self-promoting: this is pretty similar to the above. Because AO3 doesn't have an algorithm, it's kind of up to you to keep interest alive in your fics, especially if you want eyes on it for the first several days afterwards. I know it feels embarrassing to reblog your own fic posts all the time, but it's impossible to tell who may have seen or not seen that you posted a new fic. I don't have any set times for this, personally. I try to catch what I consider active times on tumblr, but that's entirely subjective. It's just trial and error, really. Secondly, don't be embarrassed to recommend your own fics (I'm kind of bad at this) If someone is looking for recs on a specific trope or AU and you know you have just the fic, tell them! Unfortunately, you have to be your own biggest cheerleader when it comes to your own art because no one knows and loves it as much as you do. It feels awkward and I know I get embarrassed if people aren't reccing my fics on their own, but you really are your biggest advocate. Fandom is kind of a popularity contest sometimes 🤷‍♀️ Hype your own self up

2: Now that the technical stuff is done, let's move on to the community aspect of fic posting. (This is not really what you asked for, but i think it's more important sometimes than the actual tags and AO3 procedures) Curating a community and making friends is HUGE as far as readership goes. Especially in smaller fandoms (I assume this is about Sambucky fics/fandom) community is everything. Being a name people recognize and trust is important to regular readership.

Building community: don't be afraid to interact with other writers on this platform or others! The Sambucky fandom has this delightful habit of playfully creating headcanons and ficlets based off of text posts. The Daily Sambucky Fluff Diary project is so much fun and so interactive. I have honestly never been in such a fun, supportive group as the sambucky writers on tumblr. I highly suggest playing in this sandbox and getting familiar with other writers. We hype each other up all the time.

Understanding the rules of play: this is kind of an addendum, but the sambucky fandom is rightfully protective over Sam and his portrayal in fics, as well as Bucky. Reading fics, community interaction posts, and even the rules laid out in various challenges (like the bingos that are hosted at various times) will really help you get a sense of how to respectfully tell stories with Sam and Bucky without being racist, ableist, or disregarding to these characters. Quite often Sam (and Bucky, and especially Sambucky) is only there to prop up other characters. This is something the fandom will (again, rightfully) push back on and avoid. I highly suggest looking at the rules that are laid out in the Sambucky Library's bingo rounds to get an idea of the sandbox rules.

Engagement: the sambucky fandom is small, so we don't really have big organized events like Bangs or Reverse Bangs. However, we do have lots of fun, smaller challenges, namely the bingos! There is also Samtember, the Anniversary Challenge (I don't think that's what we called it) and various prompt week challenges, including an AU week (and we like birthdays here). I highly suggest following @ sambuckylibrary to keep apprised of challenges and prompts. Filling out these prompts when you can and want is a great way to break into the fandom and get engagement with your fics. They are all very low stakes and the reward is new fics, friends, and interaction!

I would also suggest joining a discord server, if that is something you're interested in. (I personally am not in any, but that's because I don't like making new accounts on things, not because I don't want to be part of the fun) This is a great place to interact with other fans, promote your fics, get new recs, and generally reap the fun of fandom in a more condensed space, rather than the entirety of AO3 or tumblr.

One last thing to keep in mind: you've already pointed out that fan fic/art/engagement is decreased in our fandom. This will be reflected in your hits/kudos/comments, especially if you're coming from a bigger fandom. Don't let this discourage you. In fact, I really suggest not looking at stats as much as possible. The wealth of engagement in this fandom will be seen in your relationships and interactions with other fans, not in skyrocketing numbers. Allegedly, Cap4 and Thunderbolts come out in 2025 and our guys look to have an episode in the next season of What-If, but without new content, interest will lag and numerical engagement with it. Just keep this in mind as you begin/ continue your journey into the fandom.

That's a lot of words to say: tag properly, make friends, and have fun ❤️🤍💙❤️🩶🖤🪽🐺

#sambucky #writing #i answer things

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heybaetae · 4 months

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gifmaker / cc wrapped 2023!

thanks for tagging me my angel @jkvjimin 💜

i tried really hard not to choose all comp sets, but those take the most effort and therefore are what i'm prouder of than a standard set, but regardless...

here are my top 10 fave creations of the year:

bts chapter 1 insta feed // this was an insanely taxing project and is probably the most work i've ever put into anything, but i was really inspired to do it. it took about a week (one day for each panel) and was repetitive, i literally threw out my back by day 3 from sitting working on it that my body was in SO MUCH PAIN, but i wanted to get everything right and make it make sense which is why i wrote up a detail post breaking it down and explaining every decision that went into this. i still intend to make this a series and do one dedicated to their japanese discography (i actually started on one before i published this but didn't like the concept) and for their solo work, but it doesn't feel like the right time yet as things continue to release. but i look forward to it!

cheesy bts valentine cards // this was purposely corny, but the response was unbelievable! i had fun working on it and was so happy it made people laugh and smile. the tags were a joy to read on this post and it's my fourth most popular gifset ever. thank you!

bts guide to troubled birds // yet another corny idea, but i get a kick out of making silly comps and was inspired to make this. i started with jimin's as an experiment because his poem was the easiest to choose and built the rest of it from there, carefully deciding which poem to apply to each member and recreating them from scratch. i love celebrating their chaos in fun ways, so this was nice!

jungkook's sensitive tear ducts // sometimes i get really random comp ideas and spontaneously start making something with no plan. this was one of those times and it is now my third most popular gifset since making this blog in 2020 lol. ofc i'd never gif him upset about anything serious, so i only chose moments that didn't feel inappropriate to include to keep this set lighthearted and humorous.

long live bts (10th anniversary set) // i always knew i wanted to make something with the lyrics of that song because every word of it reminds me of their story. the 10th anniversary was perfect since it literally says "it was the end of a decade". i wanted the set to just be really simple so i went with a more desaturated look and focused more on choosing a scene from each year that fit the lyric per that gif.

love me again mv // this was my first time bothering to gif a music video in 4k. i usually avoid it bc it slows my computer down and takes a lot longer (i also have to reconvert the youtube download to a different file type to get it to play in my kmplayer, it's a whole process) but i waited a few days after it came out because i originially didn't think i could color it when it premiered so i just didn't gif it. but i gave it a try anyway when i didn't feel so pressured and i really like how crisp they came out.

jungkook's bday set // i didn't have a plan for this when i started, but i searched a lot for inspo and finally found something i felt like i could make something with so i came up with this very barbie-esque rendition for jungkook that i'm still very fond of. i purposely didn't write happy birthday on it anywhere so it could be shared year-round. it's probably my fave set i made all year and everyone seemed to like it too!

jimin's bday set // this was originally just going to include songs from FACE, but i decided it didn't celebrate jimin's work as a whole if i didn't include all his solo songs/endeavors so it turned into a big monster. i like how it came out though!

standing next to you mv // this year i was introduced to HD master files, so instead of rushing to download a new mv from youtube and giffing it fast, i'd wait for a higher quality rip from apple music to show up online. the difference is quite astounding. i made gifs with master files for all three of jk's music videos this year (seven, 3D), but i like how this one turned out the best.

vmin comp // just felt like giffing my two favorite people before they left and needed to channel my sad emotions into something before seeing them seperate for so long. i included moments i've giffed before and ones i've never had the chance to gif. i could have made this post so much longer but forced myself to stop lol. i like the pink and blue colors in it a lot <3 i miss them so much

thank for all your support on my work this year! i have lots of (old) new stuff in my drafts to share in the new year so please keep your love coming x

i'm going to tag @userjiminie @userjungkook97 @btsiu and @cordiallyfuturedwight to do this if they'd like to!

#tag game #cc tag game

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saurons-pr-department · 2 months

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Hey anon, I have screen-shotted your ask because I am going to try stay out of tag/term searches here, which in an of itself probably answers your question XD

So! Thoughts as they occur to me!

I did give the whole first season a watch. Partly out of giving it a chance, partly out of morbid curiosity, like when you can't look away from something awful happening in front of you even when you really want to close your eyes.

What I think is interesting actually, is that my main issues with the show have somewhat changed since I initially watched it. While watching it my only thoughts were "wrong, wrong, that never happened, wrong, wrong, wrong, look how they massacred my boy (gn), wrong!" And while those thoughts themselves haven't changed my main issues have changed to focus more on how it's such a badly structured story (the timelines feel both stretched and compressed in a way that doesn't add anything to the stories being told) and how I don't think it knows yet what it wants to be (it's Tolkien, but it's its own thing, but it's a 'prequel' in the very modern franchise sense of the word to the PJ films, but it's also not those films).

For the structure, I personally wouldn't have put two major stories into one show. I don't think there's the time for that. Both the Akallabêth and the creation of the rings exist as very sketchy narratives that cover extremely long timeframes. Original content was always going to be needed to fill the gaps. But by putting both tales into the one show, I feel they've doubled the amount of gap filling needed while halving the amount of screentime they have for it because there's now twice the amount of canon to cover (tbf, they don't seem to want canon so maybe that's not an issue for them...). To force them to run simultanously and then add original content that isn't just filling the gaps but appears to be completely original, you end up with a story that is both too empty and too full. Nothing is getting the time it deserves. Big moments feel undeserved or rushed. It takes the wind out of its own sails. (and that's without mentioning that these stories running alongside eachother just throws timelines and motivations out of whack, but I refuse to get us all bogged down in the minutiae of my grumblings!)

It's a pity, the story of the fall of Númenor and the creation of the rings have such good parallels, but that would require them to focus on things like religion and politics etc and they seem to be more interested in mystery boxes, so... oh well?

In regards the show's identity crisis, to be fair to them, that's really not that unusual in first seasons. They're not special XD Let's face it, how often have we all been recommended something that came with the caveat 'you need to get through the first few episodes/first season before it gets good and finds its feet'? Especially fantasy and sci-fi that has to establish facts about the world as well as characters in a way a drama set in the real world doesn't. I wouldn't be shocked to learn that the show hits its stride a bit better in later seasons.

However, my current biggest gripe with the show is what I'm seeing in the writers' attitude to storytelling. I can't stand it. The actor for a certain someone whose name begins with H didn't know who his character really was until after shooting the first few episodes. There's the back and forth of is it H or the guy who fell from the sky who'll turn out to be the villain. Sky man even gets some stalkers whose only purpose was to add confusion to this situation and then be immediately killed, no further context. One of the writers (I don't remember who) when asked about deviations from canon said something to the effect of 'we don't want book fans to be episodes ahead'. It's the modern Marvel school of story-telling. It's mystery boxes and twists and fears of spoilers and people knowing what's coming next. That's not how you tell a story. You need more substance than that. Big moments are only interesting if you've earned them with a well crafted lead up. And what's the point of a big moment if it adds nothing to the story in the first place. They had one of fantasy's most iconic villains, why was there a secret? The Second Age is where he's cracking out his most rediculous long cons. The man's twirling his mustache while kicking up his feet and writing 'evil' into every date in his diary for at least a millenium, what does a secret identity add to this story really?

Don't worry, I will move swiftly on from the topic of my boy who is not really my boy before we get in too deep... No one needs to hear that... But do you get my point? Big reveal. No substance.

To add a note of positivity, I actually really like Sky man's music. It's genuinely a really nice piece of music. I also liked that they wanted to add one of the 'original' orcs, that's a cool concept!

Oh! And whoever okayed those American 'stage-Irish' accents needs to be fired into the sun :D

#anonymous #answered asks #sorry for being vague i'm jus trying to stay in my corner #it's nice here #hope it makes sense?#i didn't know how much or how little detail you wanted so you got a weird middle ground

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olderthannetfic · 9 months

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Escapade Dance Party 2023 Writeup 1/3

Seeing as Escapade Online is coming up this weekend, I suppose I should finally write up some stuff about last in-person con that I never got around to.

I don't usually bother with a full con report, but I do like writing up the dance party. Instead of just playing music, I do a playlist of vids that we project on the wall. It's a small con, somewhere between a hundred and a hundred and thirty, generally, so I don't bother to ask permission. (This is also why we don't broadcast or redistribute the dance party in any way or do one for the online con.)

Escapade is a venerable con. In fact, it's the oldest still-running slash con. Back in the 90s, people would come here to find out what was going on in fandom that year, get pimped into the latest fandoms, find out about new zines. Fandom moves a lot faster now: between when we decide on panels and when the con happens, a whole movie fandom could have risen and fallen. Still, it's as easy as ever to feel out of touch, just for different reasons than in the 90s.

I want people to come away from the dance party feeling like they've heard of some of the Next Hot Things. It's also a great opportunity to cover some of attendees' own fandoms that may not end up in the main vidshow. As a vidder, I despise cons that try to make the main vidshow purely audience-focused and just about whatever ships are big. A con like that sees vidders as providers of entertainment, not fellow fans and attendees. But a con that honors vidders' actual current interests is a con with a vidshow full of weird fandoms of one and glaring gaps in what older fandoms are included. So having another curated show, like this dance party, is a nice way to bridge that gap.

The party is essentially like an enormous mixtape. It's a chance for me to make thematic links between vids and to inflict music I actually want to dance to onto a captive audience. Each discrete vidding community tends to have extremely boring taste in music. Sorry, not sorry. And for dance music, this is even worse. I often can't find what I'm looking for, but I can try.

Every year, I begin by looking at attendees' profiles on the Escapade site, filtering the m/m tag on AO3 for what's been active in the past year, and browsing around until I come up with a list of fandoms of interest. Fandoms that people suggested Escapade panels for also go on the list. These may be the big ones, but there are usually a lot of idiosyncratic options since it's a small con. It doesn't matter if Steve/Bucky is big if nobody at this con is going to care.

I set up my spreadsheet for my epic vid search: This involves not only sheets for my fandom list but vocabulary lists for searching: Слэш, 燃, etc.

After that, I go through the past year of the AO3 'fanvids' tag and maybe the 'amv' one, looking for interesting vids. They need to be at least somewhat danceable and 2-5 minutes without a ton of show audio. That's easier to find on AO3 than Youtube at large, but it still knocks out most vids I open everything, put the playhead to the middle of the vid, and test the sound. If I hear something viable, I go back and watch the vid. But if too many people I know have kudosed, I take it off the list since people have seen it already. For this step, I don't care about fandom, just about the vid being interesting and preferably slashy. (Yes, this is how I fell into Beyond Evil.)

After that, I start looking on Youtube and Bilibili, fandom by fandom, ship by ship. Some fandoms I never do find. They're just too unpopular with vidders. Some I find, but only a ship I have banned. I have a lifetime ban on Klance, for example. Anything too redolent of antis goes on the banned list. Anything with surprise tentacles is a shoo-in.

I also have some other rules for myself that I've developed over the years. I want at least a couple of vids with women, preferably f/f. Escapade is more m/m-focused, but a lot of attendees are queer and/or ship f/f as well. The show must have at least a vid or two that focuses on somebody other than white or East Asian characters. I mostly avoid vidders who are well known to people who attend the US slash/Media Fandom/vidding type cons unless I really cannot fill a particular fandom need elsewhere. I especially try to avoid vids that have already shown at other cons recently, though depending on how they're labeled, I may screw that one up. I've been more and more strict about this over time. I find a lot of vidding communities pretty incestuous, so this is a chance to shake things up.

A big one that surprises some people is that I try to avoid most multifandom vids and many ensemble vids. This one is negotiable depending on the vid, but I find that there's a distasteful pattern where a juggernaut will be deemed worthy of taking up a whole slot for itself with just a focus on the one ship while other things are relegated to an Awesome Ladies compilation. Those vids are fantastic in isolation, but if you play a lot of them together in a vidshow, let alone a vidshow that's a dark, noisy dance party, they all blend together into mush. A great ship vid or single character study, on the other hand, still manages to grab people. If you aren't willing to say "This ship gets the Star Wars/MCU/etc. slot, not that ship", what are you actually saying?

I try to find a fresh choice for any fandom that has been directly requested (so pretty much just Sentinel) and any where I know some attendees are mostly or only in that one fandom (The Professionals).

Of course, I can only play what people have already made, and this is a dance party, so sometimes, there just aren't any choices. I do shoehorn in a couple of not-very danceable vids most years, but they can only go right before or after the intermission or right at the end, so the number has to be limited.

One thing I don't always care about is the strictest standards of "quality" in a snobby vidder sense. Not only do different communities have different standards for what counts, but I'm more interested in novelty or great music. I won't play anything I think is terrible, but I'll take a B+ vid by a rando to an A+ song over an A+ vid that everyone's already seen.

For 2023's con, I decided the party should have a theme of vampires since I had guessed—incorrectly— that the new Interview with the Vampire show would be the latest hot thing everyone was talking about. In retrospect, I should have picked mafia for Kinnporsche and Gonchraov. At least vampires gave me good decorating ideas for cheesy fake candles and black spiderweb-draped tables.

It also sent me looking for goth club music, which I did find to some extent, but between who didn't attend this year and how awesome the cocktail party outside was, we got much less action on the dance floor than usual. (Excuse you! That music is totally danceable! "Drunken tai chi" as we used to say!)

At least my themed cocktail list was a hit. As an annoying cocktail nerd, it infuriates me when people just take a famous drink and slap a fannish name on it, so I insist on making a fannish cocktail list I find respectable.

Playlist in a moment.

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geddy-leesbian · 6 months

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hey look it's all my Serrennedy fic (note that I did not come up with tags for the AU's until making this post, meaning I have to go back to retroactively tag the posts I've made, which is going to take a while because tumblr's search is hot garbage.)

and also due to tumblr's search being garbage, searching my blog for my tags won't give you shit, but if you click to search all of tumblr instead, every post will show up. idk man, that's just how it is.

RE2 AU

started as a one-shot and then spiraled into a whole RE2 AU. the only thing I've written where things pretty much go right for them 💖 Leon isn't a government agent, Luis is a stay at home dad, and Claire and Luis lovingly bully Leon together.

tag: 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆.

How Do You Talk To Girls? (2/3 chapters posted)

❝Don Juan, eh? Always thought of myself as more of a Don Quixote, but if the shoe fits… How about we try some practice anyway? I can talk to you like I'd talk to a girl, give you a first-hand demonstration.❞ OR Leon tries to learn how to pick up women from Luis, and instead has a bisexual awakening and picks up Luis. Task Failed Successfully.

“𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝑰𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒅” (unpublished WIP)

Claire and Luis are getting married.

Something A Little More Plain

Not in the same continuity as the other two fics, but it is an RE2 AU, so I'm putting it here. Just really soft Luis being a dad to twins content. The only thing I've written about them that is just fluff and no angst.

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Signals // Childhood Friend AU

playlist

tag: 【𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙤.】

𝑇𝘩𝜀 𝛥𝜋𝛼𝑙𝜎𝑔 𝐾𝜄𝜕 (1988)

you move me, you move me. with your buildings and your eyes, autumn woods and winter skies. you call me, you call me.

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somewhere out of a memory, of lighted streets on quiet nights… (1988)

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ΠⴹⰞ Ⱎ⎕ᒥᒪᗪ ᎷᗅΠ (1988-2004)

he's old enough to know what’s right, but young enough not to choose it.

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Digital Man // Open Secrets (2004) (1/? chapters posted)

Well I guess we all have these feelings we can’t leave unreconciled. Some of them burned on our ceilings, some of them learned as a child.

The things that we’re concealing will never let us grow. Time will do its healing, you’ve got to let it go.

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BU2B (aka Leon Fucking Dies)

(2/3 chapters posted)

❝That Agent Kennedy is proving to be quite a thorn in my side, much like you. I need him to live long enough for him to appreciate his gift and go home and begin to spread it to the rest of the world, but he's starting to cause a little too much trouble. But still, it would be a shame to have to kill him. Such a 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 it would be. If only there was some distraction to keep him occupied and out of trouble… You 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 him, don't you?❞ ❝This isn't about him. Say whatever you want about 𝘮𝘦, but keep 𝘩𝘪𝘴 name out of your mouth.❞ ❝But you'll want to hear this: He's quite fond of you too. He doesn't want to admit it, but I've been in his head. He likes it when you tease him. He 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 you. You could send him on wild goose chases over and over, and he'd just keep following you, until time ran out.❞

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𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 (𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒓𝒆)

My very first Serrennedy fic,,, someday there will be a second chapter, but I have zero idea of when because I've been fighting demons tbh (by demons I mean various rough drafts because I can't figure out what the fuck to do with it. The ideas are there,,,,, but the execution is not 🫠)

Luis thinks he's a shitty person. Leon disagrees.

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Other random stuff kicking around in my drafts (and feel free to ask about any of these because I love talking about them):

AU where Luis sabotages the Nemesis Project, gets caught, and sent to Rockfort Island.

Alfred Ashford notices that Luis was a child prodigy and thinks that's neat because he's a weirdo and Alexia was a child prodigy. So instead of being executed, Luis is forced to be his friend until Alexia wakes up from her cryo stasis thing. (And being his friend is not a good time, because he's a weirdo and threatens to get his sniper rifle and hunt down Luis for sport a lot.) Luis gets out when Claire does, and goes back to Valdelobos after to hide from Umbrella, meaning RE4 will still happen, although slightly different. Luis is much colder and very hesitant to help Leon, because trying to do the right thing previously got him sent to a concentration camp.

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DON'T WALK AWAY

Songfic. While Leon and Ashley are waiting on a helicopter to come pick them up post-RE4, Luis tries to quietly slip away, because he thinks he's a shitty person who doesn't deserve to have Leon. Leon notices him trying to leave and says fuck that and argues with him, insisting that he will come with Leon.

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Don't have a title yet, but a little thing where Leon gets a call from Chris right after he gets back from Spain. Chris says the BSAA has been conducting their own investigation into what happened, and they found someone ex-Umbrella they had been trying to track down for years severely injured, but alive while searching the place, who claims to know Leon and that Leon would vouch that he's a good person now.

#⛓𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼⛓#<- my general Luis Serra brain rot tag used for anything unrelated to a specific fic #【𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙤.】#𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 #<- general Serrennedy as dads tag #𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆.#resident evil fanfiction #serrennedy #guess I should tag this as edits too since I did put moodboards in #my edits #serennedy

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