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adoroborosgoth · 4 months

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Crowley dying in s3

I wasn't sure how to start this meta. I've had this theory with possible (big possible) evidence sitting around for ages and I just didn't know what to do with the information.

After I'd already had this information, I only seen a hand full of others talk about it, but none have touched on it in the same way as the things I've found in my research.

So let's get on with it. For reference I'm going to tag @nightingalecottage and their lovely post here. I really recommend reading it. This theory only saw the light of day because of their post and I told them I would tag them with my meta since it lends a lot to it. And I promised myself that I would finish this for them.

Now for the meat and potatoes. I'll break it all down about how I found this information and how it might lend some theory about possible plot to s3.

This got really long so I put a cut.

-Silly narrator voice-

The facts were these.

To start I was doing research for a fic I'm working on and the details don't matter much but I'd planned to make my 'human' crowley a barrister. I was googling famous barristers for inspiration.

This lead me to wikipedia naturally as you do. And as I was looking over the list I saw this.

After seeing this name on the list of barristers in popular culture I had a mini freakout. Mainly because two things NG is a huge fan of Charles Dickens and A Tale of Two Cities is on the bookclub reading list. And I kept thinking why did this seem familiar and this is why.

A Tale of Two Cities is on the list of books that they recommend we read or were found in s2. So after I stopped freaking out I immediately went to the wiki page for this character. I wasn't too familiar with this book so I wanted to know more. As I was now super invested and intrigued. And found this.

Sydney Carton

I couldn't help be blown away by the similarities here between Sydney Carton and a certain depressed snake demon from s2. Morosely asking Shax on a bench in the first episode "What's the point of it all?"

For some context, in the novel Sydney Carton and his later best friend Charles Darnay share a striking semblance and are easily mistaken for each other. This is how Sydney is then able to make the switch with Darnay in the end saving his life.

This brings to mind of the lore that we know that Crowley and Aziraphale were once long ago one character and split into two. Also with the ideal casting choice that Terry Pratchett wanted one actor to play both roles. That would have been really interesting and funny. Also this plays into our favorite duo MS and DT having not worked together before because they were up for the same roles.

Let's move on to

Charles Darnay

Darnay resents his uncle's views much how Aziraphale resents certain aspects of heaven, but is never able to act on very much.

The note about Darnay being tutor of French made me chuckle considering what we know about Aziraphale being terrible at French. With that whole scene centered around it in s2.

Ok so we all are well versed and familiar with the famous Bastille scene. We all know the one and its clear the inspiration here for it comes from A Tale of Two Cities possibly.

Side note Darnay and Carton are both in love with Lucie here, but I posit that in the case of Good omens, Aziraphale is possibly both Darnay and Lucie. Making him the best friend and love intrest.

Lucie Manette

And finally why does any of this matter and what does this have to do with Crowley maybe dying in s3 you ask?

The one important detail in all of this is that at the end of the novel Carton heroically sacrificed himself to save his best friend and for the women he loves. He feels it gave him purpose and felt as if his life finally had meaning.

Two things here. The scene in which Carton swaps places with Darnay being able to pass as him well enough to save his life. Is very reminiscent of our Body Swap from s1. As well as the idea that in s3 this could also happen, but in the sense that Crowley does it to save Aziraphale's life. I clearly have no idea how s3 will play out.

Now I'm not saying that s3 will be as dramatic as all of this. It is still a comedy at its core. As others have touched on in meta and in nightingalecottage's post there are many little hints that point to the similarities and the idea that Crowley maybe doomed by the narrative. In a way, I personally don't think that Crowley's hypothetical death will be permanent. I just do not see that happening at all. A temporary death I could definitely see and it could also serve to show how much Crowley truly means to Aziraphale. The shock of it would maybe be similar to how Crowley thought he lost Aziraphale in s1 and could be a parallel.

In the end this is all speculation and theory. Either way the idea of it all makes me vibrate and I needed to finally share this with someone else. They wouldn't have recommended this book if there wasn't some sort of meaning here right? And its entirely possible I'm looking in the wrong direction.

Overall there are many parallels and similarities here between A Tale of Two Cities and certain parts of Good Omens, I'm sure I may have missed some and I just wanted to end this now before it gets too long. If you made it this far and have any other theories or something you want to add on to this please feel free to tag me. I release this into the void.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #good omens 3 #good omens theory #a tale of two cities #charles dickens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #doomed by the narrative #this got away from me #ive been sitting on this for months #its time #im ready to finally talk about it #may need to edit this later

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bloodynereid · 8 months

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hiya! I'd like to make a request! being a roadie for daisy jones and the six (helping with the setup and things of the stage and instruments) and warren falling in love with you because you're always helping him with his drum kit (fem pronouns and I don't mind if you make it a one shot or head cannons, whatever feels best for you!! tysm!!)

Comets Ricochet

pairing: warren rhodes/rojas x fem! reader

a/n: hiii anon! sry for taking AGES to write up this request but I hope you enjoy what I did end up writing. (requests are open btw I'm getting back into writing so hopefully I'll be able to get back to you sooner - also feel free to just send in thoughts or if you feel like chatting)

tw: none ig? swearing, drinking mentions, kind of cheesy (i'm so in love with this man okay???), fluff

description: who knew making the wrong turn in search for your best friend's house would lead to this?

Y/N: Oh ok hi? Is this thing on? Wow alrighty then soooo where would you like me to start?

Interviewer: How about when you first met The Six?

Y/N: So you don’t want to know anything about my early life. Well now I’m offended. *You send a teasing smile at the camera before taking a sip of some coke at your side.* Right it was a really hot night, something you come to expect when living in California…

Carefully adjusting your tank top and wiping some sweat off your neck you rang the doorbell at what was meant to be your best friend’s new house. For some reason she had decided that moving to Laurel Canyon was going to help with the writing of her novel and you fully supported her… which is why you brought along enough champagne to fill a small pond to her housewarming party.

You could vividly remember the phone call from just this morning, her voice distorted by the receiver basically begging you to come.

“Please! I’ll even set you up with one of the guys from my yoga class.”

“You do know that’s going to turn me off going even more.”

“Come onnn. I’m sure you will meet some hot literature professor or something, just please promise me that you’ll come.”

“Okay fine fine! I give up, see you at 6.”

After no answer you huffed and then proceeded to lean on the doorbell until suddenly angry shouting was heard over by the garage area. Furrowing your eyebrows you peaked over the side of the house only to see an admittedly really attractive curly haired man walking towards you with an annoyed look on his face. Since when did Bev have hot friends? Other than you of course.

“Can I help you?”

Warren: This random chick showed up at our porch during one of our practice sessions and holy shit she was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

“Yeah uh hi. I’m looking for Beverly.”

“Beverly?”

“Yeah Beverly Stewart? This is her housewarming party…”.

When the guy’s face continued to hold a mask of complete confusion you were absolutely certain you had made a mistake. It wasn’t your fault though the roads all basically looked the same.

“Oh yeah I think you’ve got the wrong house.”

“Great! Ok sorry for interrupting whatever you guys were doing. I’ll be off then.”

The guy’s face had morphed from being confused to smiling over the course of the conversation and god he had a really pretty smile. You felt your whole body start to heat up, which only seemed to add to the embarrassment you were already feeling.

“Wait! Do you know the house number or name? I’m actually just finishing up practice so I could help you find it.”

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“No, no I insist. When a beautiful lady is in distress I’m obliged to help.” That comment would usually have you scoffing but he said with such an annoying degree of charm it almost infuriated you.

“Ok if you’re sure I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Not at all, I’ll just head inside to let the rest of the band know I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Band?”

“Yeah I’m part of The Six.”

“Oh I’ve seen your flyers around town, I meant to check you guys soon.”

“Well darling you can check me out anytime.”

The man gave you a teasing smile as you rolled your eyes before quickly popping back into the garage and coming back out basically a second later. The entire time you were just mentally thanking Bev for making her come to her housewarming party.

Y/N: So yeah I met Warren first and I kind of became their unofficial then official roadie. And I loved it, even if I didn’t desperately need a job I would have quit any other job in a heartbeat for the band.

Rod Reyes: Y/N was a fast learner, she was better at managing the whole on the road situation in the first week than some of the guys I kept under employment.

Y/N: I warmed to the band quickly but ever since that first meeting Warren and I just sort of gravitated towards each other.

You were crouching next to the drum set, taking your time to make sure it was all being carefully put away. In your intense focus you barely realized when a large hand carefully landed on your shoulder. You shot up like someone possessed and nearly tripped over the drum kit if it wasn’t for a pair of hands catching you by the shoulders.

“Christ Y/N are you okay?” You twirled around to face the drummer whose face was covered in a concerned expression as his hands fell away from your shoulders.

“Fucking hell Warren. You nearly gave me a heart attack.” You playfully punched him in the arm after getting over the fright of your life. “I thought everyone left already.”

“Yeah well I wasn’t really in the mood for a party tonight.”

“You? Not in the mood for a party? Warren, is that really you or have the aliens swapped your body somehow?” You smiled, slightly mockingly, as you started poking his cheek.

“Haha, very funny. I just wanted to see what my favorite girl was up to okay? Is there something wrong with that?”

A string in your heart twinged at the words “my favorite girl” and you could feel your face lighting up in a smile, which Warren quickly returned - easily making you lose your breath again.

“Nothing wrong with that at all.”

That was when you saw something change in his eyes. Like a little spark was ignited and he came to some sort of realization. You felt as if you were the only two people in the world, almost like a spotlight was thrown on the two of you leaving the rest of the stage dark. Warren trailed his knuckles down the side of your cheek, outlining your cheekbone and then your chin before coming to rest on your jaw.

“Would you hit me if I kissed you right now?”

“I’ll hit you if you don’t.”

Warren’s face lit up and he cradled your face as you both started to lean into each other. When your lips met his it was like millions of comets crossed the sky in that very moment. Your body surged with energy and love as you tossed your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

“Hey! Y/N do you have the kit ready for me?” You quickly disconnected your lips from Warren’s and swiveled around to face a smirking Rod.

“Uhh not yet.”

“Well maybe Warren can help you with it, he is the drummer after all.” Rod sent you a wink before disappearing backstage.

“Now where were we, sweetheart?” Warren asked as he looked at you with a teasing smirk, but his true feelings were given away by his eyes. They twinkled with adoration and an emotion you were certain was also visible in your eyes, love.

“I think we were right around here.”

Y/N: So yeah I ended up finding not only my career but also the love of my life. *Your head turns to look off camera and a blinding smile fills the frame as you look at your husband.*

Y/N Rhodes is one of the most sought out for tour managers in the business today. She currently lives in LA with her husband, Warren Rhodes (former drummer for Daisy Jones & The Six) and their daughters Sophie and Laura alongside their many dogs. She will be co-managing the tour for the newly reunited Daisy Jones & The Six with Rod Reyes.

lmk what you think in the comments ly

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cypressmoons · 1 year

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Okay, okay #6 flirting prompt, the get some rest one, with whoever you think it fits 😌💤

referring to this post! look if you say "whoever you think it fits" it's gotta be alhaitham <3 you know i'm down BAD for that man :D also let's just ignore this was asked on feb 5th ok,,,i got swept up in work & school again so here's my contribution before i disappear for the next 2 weeks i cry

contents: slightly nsfw, minor sumeru archon quest spoiler <3 word count: 0.7k

the days are long and nights are even longer when alhaitham is not here.

it's not like he's being sent on expedition to the furthest corner on teyvat, per se, but it feels just as lonely to you, if not more. his title as (Acting™) grand sage, as he always likes to correct you, seems to be eating up more of his time and energy than the day before. the yellowed parchment that posted his office hours is long forgotten as people stream in and out of his office nonstop, that he thinks it might be easier to just remove the entire door altogether rather than having someone knock on it every three seconds.

and he feels guilty, he does. before he met you, his office hours served as a warning against disturbing his solitude. he much preferred spending his time somewhere secluded, reading a good book and away from prying eyes. but ever since you entered his life, you had become the sole reason behind the click of the lock at exactly 5pm. he prefers to read his books in your presence instead, his tall frame somehow nestled perfectly into your disproportionately smaller one on the sofa, your steady breathing a calming reminder that you're here, with him.

you don't blame him for being away, but you miss him, dearly.

you miss the telltale footsteps out the door at the same time everyday, followed by open arms and sweet kisses the moment he enters the home. more than once kaveh's blueprints have been carelessly swept to the floor as you're lifted onto the counter, lips never leaving each other's as alhaitham mutters "i love you"s into your skin, completely unbothered by his roommate's angry protests of I WAS WORKING ON THAT when he storms in a few hours later.

now kaveh's blueprints sit neatly on the table - well, as neatly as an architect can put it, stacked underneath a half-finished model of popsicle sticks and rubber bands. the kitchen no longer smells of delicious sabz meat stew, and you find yourself starting to miss the small signs that another person is in fact living within these walls.

hell, you're even missing picking up his littered books and scolding him on not putting things back in their place.

as if on cue, your phone lights up and buzzes against the wooden table. you set down your teacup and glance at the screen, eyes immediately lighting up at the familiar name.

the sun has long set and at this point, you've started getting used to empty beds and empty homes. you weren't expecting him to text, or even come home tonight, for that matter, but part of you still selfishly hopes that today will be the day he can leave his work behind and be with you instead.

the excitement quickly dies down as you scan the words.

i might have to stay a little longer tonight again. i'm sorry, my love.

frowning slightly, your fingers dance across the screen in response to him.

you take care of yourself too, haitham.

you sigh and lay your phone face-down on the table, the adventures in your new novel long forgotten as you savour the memory of the last time you were with him.

how long has it been now?

it feels as if he became sumeru's hero overnight, and his already heavy workload somehow tripled after that. what a way to celebrate a saviour, you think bitterly.

and you know he's doing this for the akademiya, for sumeru, for the archon you all adore. you can't blame him, but maybe you can allow yourself the right to miss him.

your phone buzzes again, and the light in your eyes reignite.

i'll be home tomorrow, i promise. i miss you.

really?

i may or may not have something special planned for you.

what is it?

your curiosity is piqued by his purposefully open-ended comment. a long-overdue date at puspa cafe? a walk along the beautiful waterfalls on the outskirts of the city? or-

what you read next has your breath hitched in your throat and a violent blush spread across your cheeks.

tomorrow i'm fucking you so good for a few hours so get some rest.

masterlist

#if anyone ever sends this to me i will pass away on the spot #moon's writings #genshin impact #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #moon's writings 🔖

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wangmiao · 8 months

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hii! i just finished reading the dark forest!! what a journey, i think it took me about a month to finish it lol. i wanted to share some thoughts !!

i found some of the concepts fascinating.. what stuck with me the most now i that i (try to) recall everything that happened, was the battle of darkness and the dark forest theory as a whole was brilliant. i imagine those people that were just- endlessly floating in the immensely vast universe and it made me think "oh wow how Sad and Hopeless that must've been" i too would've want to end it all, i believe that's a lot to endure.. that's one

another thing was the infamous wallfacer project. well that was new. and the fact that they had to plan everything on their own bc of the sophons, that's also kind of depressing lol. one thing i was confused was: why was luoji re-elected as a wallfacer at the end? i mean there wasn't anything more he could have done anyways?

da shi as always is such a great person😭 he never abandoned luoji during this long crazy journey, even after 200+ years. honestly i love his character a ton, i wanted to see what would happen to him at the end but there was nothing! will he be on Death's end? or his character just ends here? :((

i thought the whole thing with the "trees" as homes was pretty cool, though i couldn't really see it in my imagination haha i honestly can't imagine what would our society be like in, say, 300 years from now

i found it too simplistic(? that only when the trisolarans communicated with luoji did they stopped their plan to coming to earth, or maybe there's something i missed? or maybe it is really just that: communication solves everything? lol idk

and a deserved special mention to zhang beihai, respect!

i think that's everything i've got on my mind right now, but in general it was very interesting and depressing and dark.... what were some your favourite moments from the book? i can't wait to start death's end next !! but i'll start later, i have to fully process this book first hahaha anyways that's all, have a great day or night!!! :))

hello, friend! it's great reading this ask, and i'm glad you decided to share it with me. i have to say that i read the books years ago, so my memory on everything is not that fresh. and since i read the chinese version, i don't know some of the vocabularies they used in englishn. while i'll try my best to reply to this ask, i'm sure there's gotta be some novel fans here that could do better than me.

the dark forest is indeed very interesting and depressingly dark. i was definitely in awe when i heard the dark forest theory for the first time (before i read the books, and that was partly why i decided to read them). i also really like 水滴/waterdrop or droplet which is just something that looks simple but super super super powerful.

i enjoyed reading about the wallfacer project. even the three failed ones are equally fascinating and disturbing. i want to bow down to liu cixin's imagination...if i remember it correctly, luo ji is re-elected because his "咒语/spell or curse" actually came true. and at that time humans are really hopeless, so they just want to have someone that they believe can save/lead them.

da shi is everything. i lol need a da shi myself. unfortunately, he's not in the third book. my inner shiwang shipper feels that shi qiang and wang miao got similar style of exist from the story. and the common believe (i don't even remember if i read it in the novel or it was fan theory) is that shi qiang dies of natural causes at old age like wang miao. i kinda feel like maybe shi qiang and wang miao promised each other that they'd try to stay alive so that they can both be copernicus *sobs*...

ok...bear with my silly shallow shipper's talk for a moment, you know some people were like shiwang will be no more once season 2 of three body comes out, and everyone will start to ship shi qiang and luo ji, and it kinda bothered me a bit (ps. i know most people including myself didn't ship anything while reading the books, but man, these dramas are really forcing it on us lol). but i don't anymore, because i really think wang miao is special to shi qiang. besides shi qiang being a good and protective human being who will die for the greater good, i think one of the reasons that he stays with luo ji all this time is because luo ji reminds him of wang miao. even though it is only mentioned very breifly, i do believe liu cixin meant to tell us how important wang miao is to shi qiang... “我这辈子还只见着他一个”

as for luo ji stopping the trisolarans, i think he uses the dark forest theory, and his threat of exposing the location of the trisolaris (and in turn exposing earth's location) stops their plan.

and zhang beihai is an awesome, complex, and well loved tragic hero even though he isn't a very major character like luo ji. i remember yu hewei said in an interview that if he didn't play shi qiang, he'd probably like to play zhang beihai. i'm really curious who they'd pick to play zhang beihai in season 2.

anyways, thanks so much for the ask. you made me want to re-read the books, and i know i really should! have a nice day/night!

#three body #三体 #three body problem #the three body problem: the dark forest #the three body problem #3 body problem #ask/talk to me #in-a-brown-study #cnovel #cdrama

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astorytotellyourfriends · 4 months

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annual writing self-evaluation

All answers should be about works published in 2023.

i. Optional if applicable: link to last year’s self-evaluation

1. List of works published this year (in the order that they were posted):

as per usual that list is too long for this post so here's my 2023 fic roundup

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

far and away it has to be before i bury you purely because it was 1. SUCH an endeavor to begin with, and 2. so unbelievably different from anything i've written before. like, the criminal minds au was me dipping my toe into the pool of horror/suspense, and this fic was diving in headfirst. and i know it's not everyone's cup of tea (or most people's, tbh) but i've been so pleased with the reactions of those who have read it and i'm so, so thankful for it 💛 (honorable mentions to always have & i always will and a tender age, tho)

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

it's not that i'm not proud of it but a fic that's been hanging over my head all year is if the fates allow because god i hate that it's almost been a year since i updated it and I'VE BEEN TRYING to work on it but my brain just refuses to focus on it! i'm really hoping to finish it soon, though (and the gd pirate au too UGH).

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

man am i glad i did an ask meme like a week ago that asked this question so i can snag an answer from that rather than spending 3 hours combing through my fics lol

5. Share or describe a favorite comment you received:

lmfao @cyraclove left this one on a snippet of the onlyfans au i sent her and it's my favorite thing ever

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

there's been a few instances of that over the last year but no specific events immediately come to mind. it seems to come and go in waves for me and all i can do is just ride it out and hope my inspiration comes back.

7. A scene or character that you wrote that surprised you:

ok like i swear to god i never thought i would write omegaverse and yet a tender age happened and it basically came pouring out of me and onto the page so like?? what the hell was that??? (also no i have not forgotten i promised a sequel, it's percolating i promise)

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

i tried new genres!! i really enjoyed the writing process!! (even if it made me absolutely insane at times)

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

i've said this a billion times before but i think next year i want to try writing original stuff alongside fic. idk if i'll finish a whole novel or what, but i'd at least like to start something.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

my friends 💛

11. Anything in your real life show up in your writing this year:

not that i can think of but i did actually let my sister read some of my stuff and she told me that i have a lot of ust in my writing and (yes this is weird but she's my sister and i know she means well) that she wished i had an outlet for it irl so like. i guess that's something?

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

i always say the same goddamn thing and today i saw a post that really encapsulated that so i'm just going to copy it here:

13. Any new projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

as per usual, so many. i've got a bunch half-started already that i haven't shared yet and i'm really hoping to be able to get them Mostly Finished before i start posting them, so keep your fingers crossed and an eye out 👀

14. Tag three writers/artists whose answers you’d like to read:

@cyraclove, @medusasfinalgirl, @staceymcgillicuddy (and anybody else who would like to do this, i'm tagging u)

#annual self evaluation #about my fic

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my-johnlockficrecs · 2 years

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ok i kinda have a specific fic rec request.. what fics made you so emotional (for whatever reason) that you had to put your phone down for a few seconds to collect yourself again before you continue? bonus points for any fics that are not super well known

hello anon! first of all, i'm sorry it took me so long to respond to you! i was just in a bit of a fic-slump and i didn't want to make a rec list in that sort of a mindset. and then once i started compiling this list, i just....kept going 😭 (this is a relatively short list, but initially i wanted it to be a lot shorter, haha) because i've been reading johnlock for so long, and i didn't want to leave out any fics if i could help it. this is what i have for you! i kept the list brief because honestly, the kind of reaction you're describing is rare for me when reading/watching anything. which is not so much a comment on what i'm reading and more to do with just the kind of person i am. that being said, it's not outside the realm of imagination that i've ended up leaving out a couple of fics. if more come to mind, i'll update this post as and when needed :) otherwise, here you are! i'm afraid quite a few of these fics have become quite popular over the years, so idk how well i met that last criteria you asked for, but i hope there's something on here you haven't read already!

Galapagos by anchors (8k, E)

Somewhere in the depths of the universe, and somewhere in the middle of Sherlock’s chest, a star goes into supernova.

Another Auld Lang Syne by @discordantwords (30k, M)

There had been years of missed chances.

Out of the Shadow of Missed Chances by MargueriteSomebodyoranother (1k, teen)

He’d had eighteen months - it seemed like a goddamned eternity at the time - and he never uttered a word.

The Presbury Letters by Katie (17k, unrated)

Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, and John Watson battle to survive the Great War.

Again by @discordantwords (9k, M)

It never seemed like the right time. And then time ran out.

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands by miss_frankenstein (3k, teen)

“Will you need fresh socks?”

Sherlock’s voice immediately brings John back to the present. “What?”

Sherlock gestures irritably to the wet socks clutched in John’s hand. “Socks,” he says again sharply because he hates repeating himself, “Will you need fresh socks?”

A post-S3 piece in which John and Sherlock finally confront their feelings for each other - as only they would do - in the pouring rain.

proper procedure series by paxlux (6k, 2 works)

Love or What You Will by miss_frankenstein (31k, teen)

John is an English professor who specializes in War and Post-War Literature and Sherlock is the brilliant yet impossible Ph.D. student assigned to be his TA because no one in the Chemistry Department is willing to put up with him. And - somewhere between Waugh and Plath, e-mails and takeaway, novels and villanelles - they fall in love.

carrying up his morning tea by @watsonshoneybee (34k, E)

His fingers tremble as he dials and he can’t force them steady. Familiar number, even though he hasn’t used it in two years. He isn’t even sure he should be calling it now, but she’d asked. She’d made him promise.

Second Waltz by Atiki (6k, teen)

"The night I died, you wished I could wait for you."

The Burning of the Leaves by @blueink3 (15k, M)

After the events of series 4, Major Sholto invites John and Sherlock to lunch one day. It nearly proves to be too much for their tenuous relationship as the past haunts the present, putting the future that Sherlock so desperately wants at risk.

#johnlock fic recs #my johnlock fic recs #fics that made me emotional #johnlock #johnlock fics #asked and answered #anon asks

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perfectlypinkduck · 2 years

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FICTIONAl NOVEL

Well it's time to give Miss Maggie a call said Sav, I know baby, it's been over three days and you are worried about her and so am I.

Ok, I will call her now, Hope dials Maggie's number and she answered.

Hey Maggie, I was wondering if you wanted to come over and visit with me for a while.

Yeah, of course, when asked Maggie?

Now girlfriend, lol Maggie said, let me grab my purse and I will be there in a few minutes.

Okay, see you in a few.

Sav, yes baby, I am going to ask Maggie if it'll be okay with her if I ask you for your opinion on a thing or two.

I want her to have a man's point of view of some of the stuff that we talk about.

What do you think about this? I am good with it just as long as Maggie is okay with it

Just don't push to hard okay.

I won't promised hope.

With in a few minutes there's a knock on the door and Max said, I will get it miss hope

Max, opened the door and welcomed Maggie in and Max said, miss Maggie is here Mrs Hope.

Okay, thank you max, sure anytime Mrs Hope.

I walked in to the living room and I said, how are you feeling today? Maggie said, much better than the other day.

Well good said, Maggie. listen Maggie, hear me out before you say no okay?

Ok, what's up asked Maggie?

Well I know how sent the subject matter is that we were talking about the other day and I was wondering if you might consider getting a man's point of view on the subject matter?

Well, who do you have in mind?

My husband sav, he's really really good at listening to you and people in general.

He doesn't just pretend to be listening he actually listens .

I think, if you gave him a chance we could find out a few things that we weren't considering to be a piss to some of the issues with your memory loss and the things that you are going through.

Well okay, but men don't usually like to hear about women's problems but if you think it might help them let's try it.

Goodie sai, hope, let me go and get him okay, sure I'll be here waiting.

Hope went to get sav, and they both came back to the living room and sav said, hello Maggie how are you doing today?

I doing fine how about you?

Oh, other than home work I am great.

So, hope tells me that I get to sit in on your conversation today and I will be asked to give you two my point of view on somethings.

Yes, please because I don't know what to think about some of these things.

Well then you start were ever you want to and I'll be listening said Sav

Okay, after my last talk with hope I went home and I started thinking about this one thing.

The thing is that after my car wreck years and years ago I don't know much about anything in my past.

It's literally like it never happened and then I get these feelings and dreams that are blurred and sometimes I hear laughing and voices in the back ground of these dreams.

Then, I wake up and it's all gone and then one time all of those years ago I was standing in front of a big plate window and I was thinking and it was literally like some one else was talking about how she needed to wear more dresses and she wanted more of a mix drink and I was smoking a cigarette at the same time.

Does that mean anything to you?

Okay, if that was me I would have felt like there's another woman inside of me and she is trying to look out of my eyes and figure out what is going on with me.

Holy cow, hope he's good.

Anything else asked hope?

I don't know where your beliefs take you or how you stand on things like hypnosis. But have you thought about taking or getting some hypnosis treatment? Because from what I hear they can take you way back when as far as they need to even back to early childhood and they can show you things that has been if you will file back in your mind.

Have you seen a doctor, and ever explained this to the doctor? Oh no said Miss Maggie I could have never done that it all sounds so crazy. But I like the idea about the hypnosis but I can never do that by myself I'd want hope there and if I could get you to go I would like to have you there too sav.

Well I'm being totally serious he said, and I'm not trying to be disrespectful or rude but I think that would be the best route for you to take and we will be there to be your support system and we could even record the whole entire session.

Oh would you really, would you two really be able to go with me and stand beside me and record the whole entire session that would be wonderful and that would take away most of my fear of doing it. And what if I find out something horrible and what about find out something scary what if I oh my God what if? Sav said, there is going to be a lot of what is but if you let that what is get in your way then you'll really never know anything. It's up to you, do you want to know what your mind has erased or hidden from you or do you want to just keep going forward and re-experiencing all these things that you don't understand?

I want to do the hypnosis, I never had a thought about that being good bad or anything before. I think it's a good thing that I do this and like you said recording it would be awesome because we would get everything on tape and video like that and we would know what the therapist ass and how I answered and why whatever happened happened and I think that would be just awesome really.

Okay then said sav, I have a few hours of free time let me go in the other room and let me start calling around and let me see who I find and how I feel about them by the way I have the conversations with them on the phone. And how far out do you want to schedule this he asked her? No more than a week if that's okay with you guys because I'm a nervous wreck I've been feeling like I never respect all of these years and I'd like to get this over with. Well miss Maggie we might have to be on a waiting list depends on how backed up they are I don't know if these kinds of doctors stay busy or not to wear to where they can book you and see you really quickly. Okay just whatever you feel is the right thing to do and it's not interfering with your school and Hope and the children said Miss Maggie. You don't worry about a thing I'll start making phone calls give me a day or two I might just find someone here in a little bit but just in case I need a dare to I'll get back with you all right and this will be really good for you.

Hope stands up and hugs and kisses sav, and says thank you baby for all of your help.

Anytime sweet heart, so, where's the girls asked Maggie?oh, mu sister Lilly is the home school teacher and we made class room out of a extra bedroom for her to teach the girls in.

So, they are in school right now and we even made a really cool play ground like a school yard actually has so they feel more like their in a real school.we even bought those trays like the school cafeteria uses and the maid has their lunches cooked and ready for them.

They have two recesses a day and lunch and a down time after lunch.

It starts at eight am and with art and science and math reading spelling and Spanish lessons and music it's a all day long school just like the regular schools.

We get them together with other home schooled children and go on field trips

Oh, they have pe too.

Some of the other home schooled children and their moms comes out class and teach their own children to give them friends to play with too.

Wow, that's cool, we don't want them in public schools to learn all of the crap that's going on there.

But we give them the same thing at home as much as possible with other home schooled children.

That's cool as it can be and I love how you two put so much details into it.

Oh, they also have movie time and Friday is popcorn day and movie day at school.

That's just to cool, do they have uniform asked Maggie?

Sav, yells YES, torn blue jeans on the knees and converse tennis shoes. But they wear t shirts and they have to brush their hair tho

Hahaha, were all laughing out butts off at sav.

Not really asked Maggie?

Max please go get the girls for a minute okay?

Yes sir Mr.sav, the girls waltzes into the front room wearing holy jeans and one is wearing a rolling stones t shirt and the other is wearing a kiss t shirt and both of their hair is perfectly brushed.

Omg, Maggie said, laughing and sav said, we bought them a closet full of t from different bands.

You gotta be cool in school even if it's home schooling. Hahaha, laughing miss Maggie. You two are way too cool for me.

Okay max , sav said, please take this girls back to class and thank you.

I just love what kind of parent you two are.

Sav smiling said, thank you miss Maggie.

Well, it's that time, call me when you get some information on the doctor thing ok said Maggie?yes ma'am said, sav.

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chasmsfluffymushrooms · 2 years

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when you are sick

kazuha, kaeya, diluc, ayato, xiao, zhongli

The weather was a sight. It was a downpour in the sun, and quite frankly, a rainbow was bound to appear at any moment. As you smiled at your significant other, you rushed into the rain, dancing and jumping in puddles, relishing the cool water splattering lightly against your skin. Most unfortunately, it appears you have come down with a cold from your fun the previous day. Naturally, your sneezing and coughing self goes to your significant other for some help….

Kazuha - Acer Palmatum

As a wanderer, one would expect he knows what to do when someone gets sick

He spends a pretty good amount of time fretting about how you should rest

If you two are at home, expect him to pick you up and wrap you in blankets and pillows.

If you are outside, he’ll either bridal style carry you to a nearby inn, or set up camp somewhere under the shade

He seems like the type to be prepared for these things, carrying some essential medicine with him.

Likely will get you water, probably warmed up using a fire

Will cook your favourite meal for you so if you have no appetite, you’ll eat more <3

Will read you poetry and play the leaf if it helps

If you want it, hugs! Kisses too! If not, he’ll play with your fingers and smile a pretty smile while chatting with you

If any monsters are unlucky enough to come within a 6 metre radius of you… Well, lets just say it would not end well for them.

‘Don’t worry dear, the winds tell me something is… interesting is nearby.’

All in all will pamper you

‘My dove, you should be careful next time. A cold may seem like a small thing, but it can get worse. No, don’t try to escape from bed. You need to rest today. When you're better, we can go do something fun together, ok? For now, I'll get you more water. You seem tired, so try to sleep. May your dreams be filled with the beauty of the stars and the moon. Hm? Don’t worry, I'll be by your side.’

Ayato - Cypressus Custos

I can already hear him teasing you mildly

‘My my, my lady, it appears the consequences of yesterday have caught onto you, no?’

He would joke about mixing sea ganoderma into the medicine

Really though, he’s joking. He’d be worried about you, ignoring his rather concerning amount of paperwork aside to look after you.

Thoma and his fellow servants will be busy today, at least two of them will be fetching things for you constantly

Food? No problem - Thoma will get them. Water? Sure, Thoma will also get it. Light novels? Thoma will-

This man will want to stay by your side the whole time, he doesn’t realise he’s overworking everyone else slightly. 💀

Nonetheless, he’ll leave your side to get you some entertainment, he knows your taste better than anyone else and promises to get something you’ll enjoy.

‘My lady, here. Yae Miko recommended these ones, and those I picked out myself… I also got you some milk tea, and a cold towel in case a fever starts. Don’t worry about my work, I tend to keep mornings fairly calm anyway. The afternoon? Hehe, you know, I'm beginning to think you want to get rid of me, my dear. Don’t worry, to me, you are more important than all of that paperwork and more.’

Xiao - Alatus Nemeseos

Cue a freak out

Sickness is under the adepti, so he has absolutely no clue what to do

Probably will think it’s his fault until you explain to him it was probably from the rain

Cue Xiao getting angry at the rain, and literally everything

Another one to bridal style carry you to an inn, specifically Wangshu inn, of course.

Verr Goldet will probably stare in confusion at first before you quickly explain what's happening while Xiao drags you to a free room.

First off, as long as you are sick, you aren’t leaving the bed, let alone the room.

Toilet? Hurry up. Mortals are strange. Desperately need fresh air? Just the window. Want to stretch your legs? Stretch them in bed.

He keeps a slight distance from you, as if if he gets too close you’ll… combust? But he still shows he cares

If you need even the slightest thing, he’ll get it for you incredibly quickly

Will find Zhongli for advice, and will make your cold seem 10 times worse to Zhongli. Luckily, he realises and tells Xiao to calm down and go to Baizhu,

All in all its panic, panic, and more panic. But he really loves you, so it’s fine.

‘Why am I staying a distance from you? Hmph. You mortals are so fragile, but karmic debt is… not something I want to put you through. Please, just stay in bed? H-huh? I’m not cute, stop saying such random things. I’m going to Baizhu for herbs, I'll be back.’

Diluc - Noctua

Diluc knows about your…spontaneous decisions, and he isn’t surprised when you catch a cold the next day.

Honestly. Now you can’t play that chess game you promised him, with you in bed sick!

Although he tries to mask it, there is genuine concern for you hidden within his heart - you are his s/o, after all.

You cannot leave the bed. It is futile. All your attempts will have been wasted energy because Diluc’s eyes are two hawks that have eyes everywhere.

You should be thanking Celestia for giving him a pyro vision - his hands are like a warm, crackling fire. Your personal heater is here, and you are grateful for the extra comfort.

He has basic medicines in his cupboards at the Dawn Winery and Angel’s Share, because well, anything could happen to him and to you, so he hurriedly pulls them out and brings them towards you

“Yes, I know this medicine is especially bitter, but you need to drink it. Next time, don’t be so hasty to jump out and consciously do an action that could very obviously lead to a cold.” The glass of a sweet, extra-large Love Poem that is plainly sitting next to the medicine seemed much more inviting…

Kaeya - Pavo Ocellus

Kaeya chuckles at your fate, you being bedridden with a slight fever and sometimes sneezing.

“You were so happy yesterday, running around in the rain! I told you so…”

He feeds you medicine from the Church of Favonius, that Barbara made herself. Barbara was such a sweet soul, but the medicine was surprisingly spicy.

Ignores the amount of paperwork on his desk. Cue you trying to get him back to work since even you thought that level was atrocious but he refuses

“I’ll do the paperwork later…it can't be more important than you, can it? Barbara's medicine should be working, just rest and let your captain do everything.

Thoma - Rubeum Scutum

He’s such a kind soul, I can tell he’ll bring you snacks, a heat pack if you get cold, and Taroumaru for cuddles of course!

He’ll probably be slightly distressed but won’t let it show. But Ayato notices and lets him off work to look after you, much to his relief.

Will not leave your side

I promise you, if it turns out your cold is infectious, he’ll catch it with how close he tails behind you.

Makes some amazing food, likely soup, so you’ll eat more

Once you’re better, expect him to cook up a storm to celebrate. “Hey! Once you’re better, you can come and see the other animals at the giant tree near the city! I knit some clothes for them as well, seeing that this year’s winter would be extra-cold. Do you think they’ll like them?”

Zhongli - Lapis Dei

You know what I said about you seeking help from your s/o?

Not with Zhongli. He knows you're sick before you do, and is already grabbing blankets to wrap you in.

Let’s be real, with him watching you, you wouldn’t even get sick in the first place. He’d have probably gotten you a jacket or an umbrella

‘Don’t stay in the rain for too long, Y/N, we can’t have you getting sick now, can we?’

Aeons of being alive, and you think he wouldn’t know what to do about a simple cold? You’d be miserably wrong.

Has probably served you some suspiciously good tasting medicinal tea

Calls Hutao to tell her he’s staying with you today, only for the rambunctious funeral director to appear at your door giving warm wishes in hopes you’ll get better soon…and… coupons…?

Easy to say Zhongli shoos her away and apologises profusely to you

‘My boss is but joking… don’t take her words too seriously. Hehe, this reminds me of when Xiao…’

Rambles on about, well, everything. But considering you’re his S/O you’re probably used to it. Plus, his soothing voice it's a great distraction from the massive headache you have.

‘Here, drink this. It’s not anything with medicine, just some water. You need to stay hydrated dear. Do you have a headache? Hmm, go lie down. I’ll tell you something interesting if you’d like. There was a recent discovery related to whopperflowers that is really quite a surprise. I’m sure it will make you laugh.’

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dashofmonsters · 3 years

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Deep in the Dark Pt. 6.1

Male Orc x Female Reader

You were not expecting his apartment to basically be a luxury condo but here you are, in the middle of his livingroom taking in the immaculate décor. You had in mind that he lives in a modest bachelor pad, but this is far far from what you thought of.

"Not what you were expecting?" Sloan asks, still pulling his shoes off at the door.

He had somehow convinced you to get ready for today's date at his place since it would be easier for the both of you to get ready at the same place instead of meeting up later or him coming back just to pick you up. You really didn't care about his reasons, you were more curious to see his place.

"Yeah, this is..." you don't want to be rude and ask how he affords this when you both work the same job, but damn you had to know.

"My friends from highschool had the same reaction when they first saw this place. To be honest I've only had this place for a couple years, before that I was living with my grandmother trying to save up to put a down payment on a house nearby... but things happened..." he cringes and sighs.

You really really want to know what happened, but you don't want pry seeing how uncomfortable he is.

"You don't have have to talk about it if you don't want to you. Anyways don't we need to get ready?" you try and change the subject but he walks off still looking stiff.

Worried that you might have messed up you start fishing in your purse for your phone to ask Liz for advise. Sloan comes back though with a book in his hand and a nervous smile on his face.

"It's nothing bad, just weird I guess...My friends had a good laugh at it when they saw the cover," he hands you the book cover down and looks away.

Just by looking at the back you can already tell that it's a romance novel and the summary is very well written, what's so bad about the cover? You flip it over and nearly drop it as you choke back your laughter.

There, dead center on the cover was a younger Sloan in a firefighter get up doing something that's supposed to be a sexy pose.

"Mmhmm, I see," you try really hard to keep your composure but it's so difficult.

He sighs, rolling his eyes as he turns back to you, "It's ok, you can laugh."

You shake your head and take a few deep breaths to pull yourself together, "I'm good, I'm good. Just...Wow. Who's idea was this?"

"Remember my friend who did the impromptu tattoos? Well she's now a best selling smut author and I'm one of her top models for the book covers," He admits.

"There are more books that you're on? Wait you still model?" you have so many questions about this side career of his.

"Oh gods what have I started," he laughs. "Yes there's more, but why don't we save that for later. Like you said, we should probably start getting ready." Sloan uses your earlier subject change against you with a much more relaxed smile.

"Oh alright, but I will see those covers one way or another. Even if I have to hunt down your friend...Honey Royal?" you look at the author name and Sloan snorts.

"She used a name generator, her real name is Rae. Come on, I promise you I'll show you everything that has my face on it. Even the calendars. Now let's start getting ready," he walks by you and pinches your ass making you yelp and laugh.

After you slap his ass back in retaliation you grab your stuff and follow him to his room. It's not as large as you'd thought it'd be given the size of his livingroom but it's still pretty spacious. His bed is quite large and well stocked with pillows of different sizes. You're nearly temped to just jump on it and test how comfy it is, but you'll wait till later tonight.

"You can set your bags on the bed. Shower first or do you need a minute to get your things out and organized?" Sloan asks, opening the door to a ridiculously luxurious looking bathroom.

You didn't even give yourself time to think before blurting out shower. Sloan laughs and starts to strip, you quickly shimmy out of your casual wear before following him into the bathroom while trying not to act excited.

The bathroom is impressively large but as Sloan said before the shower itself is a bit small, luckily the shower head is on the ceiling.

"It'll be a bit cramped if we shower together, do you want to go first or-" He was turning the water on when he pauses to look back at you. A playful and devious smile growing by the second.

"Or maybe you'd like to join me?"

You give him a smile and walk up to him, as you get closer he starts walking backwards into the shower until he's under the raining steamy water. When you enter he takes no time at all lifting you into his arms and pinning you against the wall.

His lips find your neck and you quickly wrap your legs around him to keep yourself up. Little by little he nibbles at you which elicits a symphony of moans and pleas from your lips.

After a few minutes he sets you down and kneels before you. Dripping and flustered with obvious need between his legs, Sloan takes a deep breath before grabbing a bottle of body wash. He jokingly shakes it in a lewd manner making you laugh, but when the white soap squirts out you nearly double over.

"You're ridiculous," you laugh, rolling your eyes.

"Only for you," he smiles as he lathers the soap between his hands.

You can't help the fluttering feelings when he talks like that and at this point you have to admit to yourself that you're clearly smitten. You never thought you'd be this comfortable with anyone, daring to open up this much so fast.

You're quickly pulled from thinking about how he makes you feel emotionally when he licks your clit as he soaps up your legs. Now all you can think about is how he makes you feel. You grip the rail behind you to balance yourself when he slips his tongue between your folds. The steam and heat from the shower start to make you a little dizzy mixed with the heat between your legs, so start bucking your hips hoping he'll get the memo. And he does.

Sloan parts his mouth from you and replaces it with his fingers. You nearly slip, unable to keep yourself steady with how deep he's driving himself into you. He holds you, kneading his fingers into your hip as he kisses you wherever he can. You cum hard and Sloan has to hold you as you come down.

"You're spoiling me too much," you laugh against him, still catching you breath.

"Maybe I like spoiling you," he kisses your forehead.

You try and reach down to return the favor but he stops you saying that the hot water will run out soon. You grimace but you go along, not a fan of cold showers.

He finishes up first, giving you a bit more room to rinse your hair out when he leaves. You're a bit uneasy with how giving he is towards you, feeling like there's such an imbalance. You know it's going to gnaw at you, but it feels like one of those things that can wait for another day...you don't want to ruin the mood for the first date.

When you finally get out you see that Sloan is finishing up drying his hair and smell that decadent cologne that you've come to love. You quickly grab a towel and start drying off, trying to distract yourself from staring at him though you admittedly still glance his way.

"Do you want help with your braid?" you ask him as he sets the hair blow dryer down.

He scratches the side of his head as he thinks about it, his smile twisting into something complicated. "As much as I'd like to say yes, I'm going to have to decline this time."

It was the first time he's said no to you about helping with his hair. The feeling from before came back and curdled in your stomach. You do your best not to show your feelings and start drying your hair off. Sloan continues to get ready, his hair still loose and wavy.

You finish with your hair and go back into his bedroom to start getting dressed. You debate over the two sets of lingerie you brought, one that you know he likes and the brand new one you just bought. When you turn to make sure he wasn't peeking at your spread you see that the bathroom door has been closed.

You do your best to ignore this too and set to work on getting dressed. It's almost as if you're on autopilot while you get ready, blankly putting yourself together while trying to keep it together.

You hear the door to the bathroom open and Sloan comes out with an immaculately complicated set of braids. His normal braid is hanging off his shoulder, strands of silver woven into it and a couple smaller braids on the side that lace into the larger one.

"Oh wow..." is all you could manage to say. You've seen orcs with complex braids but nothing this elaborate for a simple first date.

He smiles and quickly looks away. It makes you feel as if you said something wrong.

"I uh-" you both say and sort of clam up after that.

Well this is awkward...

Sloan tries to look anywhere but at you until he finally stomps your way, picking you up and kissing you breathless. He's relentless with his hands all over you and his mouth doing things to you that you would soon not forget. When he finally parts from you, his eyes are glazed over and his breath is ragged.

"Gods I want you now..." he nips at your neck and you shiver at the heated intimacy. He laughs and nips you a couple more times before setting you down, "But I'll behave and wait."

You have to take a few secretive deep breaths to calm yourself before stealing away to the bathroom to finish getting ready. It's difficult to focus but eventually you go through your terrible habit of focusing on focusing enough to actually finish getting ready.

When you leave the bathroom you look around the room for Sloan but he's nowhere to be seen. You take a few steps out and hear the faint sound of jazz. Walking further out into the livingroom you see him slipping into a well tailored jacket that goes well with the silver in his braid. He turns around and gives a little jump, his eyes all over you as his smile widens.

"However did I get so lucky?" he saunters up to you, his hands sliding onto your hips as he kisses your cheek. "You look absolutely lovely my angel."

"And you look very very handsome," you reach up and kiss him back.

Sloan gives you a soft sweet look that stirs your heart. You can't recall a time that anyone ever looked at you with this much adoration.

"If we stand here and look at each other like this much longer I don't think we're going to be leaving the apartment," he laughs. "I know I said I wanted to start with the walk around the park but would you mind if we hit the café first, I'm a bit hungry and in need of caffeine."

Coffee and breakfast sounds good right now, especially since you've skipped out on both this morning. "Sounds like a plan," you smile.

"Awesome...Oh and before I forget," Sloan starts to walk away beckoning you to follow. He takes you into an office with some interesting things laid out on his desk. You look at the lay out and feel the heat in your cheeks rise. Toys, lots and lots of toys...

"Don't think I forgot about the bet my angel," he purrs into your ear.

To be honest you sort of did forget, but this was way beyond what you thought he'd bring into the relationship this early on. Everything he's got on the desk gives you control, rope, a remote controlled cock ring, handcuffs, a strap-on, and somethings you've never seen before.

"If you need sometime to think about what you want to pick out, we have all day," he places a hand on your hip and nudges up next to you. "I'll be up for whatever you choose."

You look around but you can't help but to keep going back to the cock ring. Having that sort of control would be interesting and it would be a nice experiment into getting out of what you've thought sex should be.

"I think I'll go with this," you tell him, picking it up with a smile.

"If that's what you want," he replies, the lilt in his voice suggesting something more.

You're not sure what he's trying to tease out of you but you're feeling a bit bold what with him being this forward this early on.

"All day, I want you to wear it all day," you stretch out the ring and watch as his mouth hangs open in shock.

It takes him a second longer to process what you've just said but when he comes to he's shoving everything off his desk and thrusting you up on. Before you knew it he's kissing you all over and unzipping his pants.

Oh gods what have I started!

His tongue licks the rim of your ear, hot breath making you dizzy and unable to concentrate. Sloan unleashes his harden dick from his pants, already dripping with precum.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me angel," his voice is gravelly and low. "I have to keep reminding myself to behave around you, not let how I really feel about you show through all the time or else I might scare you away but you certainly don't make it easy..."

His hand slides under and up your dress but you stop him by crossing your legs. He grumbles then hisses when you slide the ring over his cock. "Show me how you really feel about me after you've worn this all day long," you slip off the desk and pinch his butt while slipping passed him.

You make your way back to the bathroom to straighten up the mess he made of you. Your lipstick is smeared and your earrings are about to fall out and your hair is a disaster. Sloan hasn't made any attempts in coming after you, a sign that he's probably trying to go soft so he can tuck his cock back in. You try not to pay that whole scenario further mind, afraid that you'll want to march back in there and see how he's doing.

After cleaning yourself up you go back into the livingroom and see a very composed Sloan ready to leave.

"Shall we?" he holds out his hand and you go up to take it. As you reach out you see a small key fob with controls on it. You quickly grab it and ignore the smug look rising on his face.

~~~~~

It's a short drive to the café which you're quite thankful for. You hadn't realized how hungry you were until you got into the car. Sloan mentions some good recommendations and his favorite blend, all of which sounds amazing.

The café itself is rustic and calm, sort of out of place is the downtown setting but very welcoming. The smell of cinnamon and coffee fills the air and it fits so well with the décor. Walking up to the counter you notice the beautiful yet faded piano in the corner. A couple walks passed it and the one of the girls giggles as she presses the keys.

Sloan and you order your coffee and breakfast, the orc barista giving him a once over and then nodding at you as if she knows something you don't.

"I'll bring your order over once it's ready, sit wherever you like," she smiles at the both of you.

He escorts you over to a table near the piano and ever the gentleman, pulls out the seat for you.

"Why thank you sir," you tease as he takes his seat.

He rolls his eyes and starts asking you about what sort of music you like listening to. For the next several minutes the both of you go back and forth about your preferences and mutual distaste for certain overplayed and overhyped songs.

The barista comes by with your coffees saying that the breakfast will be just a tad bit longer. You take a sip of the brew and it's absolutely wonderful. It's rich and smooth and not as bitter as the stuff you get in the breakroom.

"How is it?" Sloan asks.

"Probably the best damn coffee I've ever had," you smile over your cup.

"That good huh?" he laughs then takes a sip of his while looking over at the piano.

"Do you play?" you ask.

"Only when I'm here and have nothing better to do all day. I really wanted one in my apartment but getting one up that high would be a nightmare and I'm not about to settle for a keyboard," he pauses and takes another sip. "Why? Do you want to hear me play?"

You try not to show your curiosity but you fail with your twisted smile and nod your head. Sloan laughs but gets up anyways to go sit at the piano. A couple people turn to look his way as if they've been waiting to hear him play since he's arrived.

"Got any requests angel?" he asks, stretching out his fingers and wiggling them over the keys. Oddly enough you decide on Earth Angel since you really couldn't think of anything off the top of your head. He nods and starts up a jazzy tune that starts to transition into the song. You can't help but to stare at him like a love stricken fool and at this point you couldn't even bring yourself to give a damn about it.

Halfway into the song the barista comes back around with the breakfast and grins at you, "He's rather smitten with you isn't he? I've never seen him go above and beyond with his braids. He must be really serious about you."

It takes you a second to try and understand what she's getting at but something is still going over your head.

"What do you mean by that?" you ask, completely unaware.

"It's all in the braids. Different styles and the complexity have different meanings. His says...well, I really shouldn't say." She looks at him and back to you with a cat like grin.

Before you can ask more about the braids a couple walks in and she rushes back to the counter. You try to enjoy the rest of the song that Sloan is playing but the whole comment that the barista threw at you has you a bit off.

Sloan finishes playing and his eyes light up when he sees the breakfast at table.

"So how was it?" he asks, slipping back into his seat and taking a sip of his coffee.

"How was what? Oh right yeah you're playing sorry lost in thought. It was amazing, I really had no idea you could play." you try and push those earlier thoughts to the back of your head.

Just going to start a long list of things we'll get to another time, don't want to ruin the date!

"I wanted to be a pianist like my grandad was but I don't have the talent that he possessed. He could play all night long if it weren't for my nana coming into the parlor to drag him to bed," he laughs but you can tell there's something bothering him.

There's an odd bit of silence then which he quickly dismisses by clearing his throat and talking about breakfast. You play along, not wanting to dive into whatever that was.

The food is amazing, it's filling but not really heavy. Sloan does his best not to scarf down his and you know for sure he's trying since he hasn't eaten since yesterday. When you finally finish up you walk back to his car to drop off the pastries you ordered earlier.

Sloan looks down at his watch and then to his phone, "How are you feeling? Not too full?"

"No, I'm fine. Is there something that we're late for?" you ask, remembering his itinerary.

"Actually we're making great time. If we walk through the park we'll make it to the outdoor theatre by the time the first show starts," he grins, taking your hand in his.

The park he walks you to is pretty large and it's more of a series of smaller parks that make up one large one. The first one is filled with flowers and a reflection pond. There's old fashion lamps that line the walkways and you almost wish you could come back at night to see them lit up.

The second park is filled with art installments that were donated to the city by various artists. You and Sloan took pictures together next to your favorite ones and if you were lucky another couple would come by and offer to help take the pictures.

The third park is your favorite by far. It's filled with stalls and smells like spices and pine. Sloan takes you to a couple of his favorites that sell pickled vegetables, homemade breads, and soaps. The little old ladies at some of the stalls recognize him immediately and start to tease him and ask questions about you. He looks genuinely flustered and you can't help but to think how cute he is.

After a while the both of you have visited every stall and decide to head to the fourth park. There's a small band playing music in the middle with a few couples gathered around.

"I think they're doing their free dance lessons today, wanna try?" he asks.

You've always wanted to try and learn how to dance, even just as a hobby but you remember Marcus making fun of you for trying. You mentally slap yourself for thinking about him while you're with Sloan.

"Only if you want to and only if you don't mind my two left feet," you quip.

"Then with my poor sense of timing, our instructor will be in for one hell of a class," Sloan laughs.

You join in on the class and even though both of you are equally terrible you still have fun. The instructor stops you several times, you for your feet position and Sloan for his posture. After a hour most the couples have gone but you two stay behind for one last song with an almost tango under your belt.

The instructor looks somewhat pleased with the progress you both made considering how bad you both are and offers their card.

"I can't believe that after one whole damn hour I can barely dance the tango," Sloan groans as he plops on the bench.

You take a seat next to him and peel off your shoes to let your feet breathe real quick. "I told you I have two left feet, though I must say even after all that I had fun...I'm still having fun."

Sloan snuggles up to you and holds you close, not caring about the onlookers. "I'm glad. How are your feet? They must hurt like hell after going like that for so long."

"Just overheating and a bit of cramping in the heel but nothing too serious. I'll be ready to go in a few minutes," you stretch out your feet and wince at the cramp beginning in your toes.

"Oh no," you cringe. "Charley horse."

It hurts like hell and it just keeps getting worse. It's stiffening and feels like it just wants to be pulled right out. Sloan kneels down off the bench and takes the foot that you've been trying to stretch out.

"Where is it?" he asks.

"Toes, all of them," you have to hold in the need to scream when he starts working the cramps out of your toes. After a few minutes and a few odd looks from strangers, the cramping is finally gone.

"Better?" he brushes himself off and gets back on the bench.

"Yeah, thanks...and sorry..."you feel a tad bit embarrassed that he had to get down to rub your foot and in a public park of all places.

"No need to be sorry, these things happen." he shrugs off your apology and looks at the time.

"If we leave now we can make the first show. If we leave in thirty minutes we can make the second one. Your choice, I just want you to be comfortable," he kisses your forehead and nudges his head against yours.

You really want to see the first show, Sloan had hyped it up for you a while back. It's a community theatre and the local choir putting on a musical based on one of your favorite books. He found out about it from an old friend who's in the theatre so you know he probably wants to see it too.

You quickly rummage through your purse for Band-Aids and a pain killer. "Give me a couple minutes and I'll be ready to go."

You apply the Band-Aids to the areas you feel like blisters will start forming and take the medicine to ease your still aching feet. Slipping your shoes back on and taking a quick test stand you feel happy with yourself for not wobbling even once.

As you place the trash back in your purse since there's no garbage can around, you feel a familiar key fob you almost forgot about.

Not yet...

After a couple minutes of stretching Sloan and you finally make it to the last park where they've just started to file people into the outdoor theatre. Sloan rented a couple lawn chairs and bought a couple drinks at the concession stand. Lucky for the both of you his friend had the foresight to reserve a good spot on the grass for them by standing on it.

"Over here!" he yells at the both of you.

A tall slender elf with bright red hair waves the both of you his way. He's in all black so he's most likely a stagehand or a technician.

"Rynan long time no see," Sloan reaches out his arm and the elf extends his, both grabbing each other's arm.

"Truly, and who's your..." Rynan pauses looking at you then Sloan the you again. "Friend?"

You suddenly got the same feeling you had at the café when the barista was talking about the braids. Just what the hell do they imply?

Sloan introduces you but never corrects the friend attached to it. Rynan starts talking it up with Sloan and you and bringing up some rather embarrassing school mishaps they got involved with. After a few minutes a few other guys show up and greet Sloan and you. Sloan talks to his old friends but Rynan seems to back a bit away a towards you.

"So how long have you two known each other and how did you meet?" he asks.

"For a couple months, I just started working at the resort." you tell him, feeling the weight of his question.

His brow hikes up and he looks back towards Sloan then you. "Please don't take this the wrong way, but are you two just you know friends with benefits or something more? It's just, yes I know it's a strange question but I've never seen him this serious about someone he's know for such a short amount of time and I just don't want to see him hurt over something one sided and-"

"We're not friends with benefits I can assure you that. As far as what we are, I can't say for sure just yet since we literally just started dating. We're trying to not rush things, that's something we both agreed on," you interrupt Rynan's rant, hoping that you can put him at ease.

He sighs and shrugs and for a moment you think he's going to walk off but he's still got more to say. "Listen I know I'm being nosey and that it's none of my business but Sloan is my friend. I just, he's been through a lot and I don't think he can take a heart break right now."

"I guess the same could be said for me," you admit and watch as Rynan looks at you with confusion.

"Listen I get it, Sloan is your friend and you don't want to see him hurt. But when you come at me like you have been without knowing or even trying to know anything about me then it's like you've already decided I'm not worth it," you snap at him.

This wasn't how you pictured your first meeting with his friends to go. You imagined them a lot more relaxed and less accusing than this.

Rynan opens his mouth to say something then quickly closes it as if he's realizing how careful he needs to be.

"I guess I did jump the gun there didn't I? It's just the last girl he tried to date was a total gold digger and he has a terrible tendency to-"

"Be blinded by love? Got those rose tinted glasses on?" you smile and shrug

"Exactly!" Rynan rolls his eyes back with his head.

"It can be a bit much to be honest. I'm still not sure if he's just insecure or if he's just like that," you almost bite your words but it felt good to get it out.

"Honestly I think it's a bit of both. Dude really didn't start dating till after college so he probably feel like he's lacking in some areas so he has to make it up by being over the top romantic." Rynan admits, his mood towards you rapidly changing.

"But if it ever gets to be too overwhelming you can say that you'll give me a call and ask for full details about summer camp freshman year, that'll get him to clam up," Rynan pulls out a small notebook and writes his number on it.

Sloan comes back just as he's handing it over and gives you both a curious look.

"She's a good girl, don't piss her off or I'll be the first to know," Rynan slaps him on the shoulder and quickly disappears into the growing crowd.

"What was that about?" Sloan asks you.

"I don't know but freshman summer camp must have been pretty bad," you test the waters and Sloan gives you a very very nervous look.

"He didn't say anything but apparently if you upset me I can call and ask," you shrug with a grin.

Sloan stands with his mouth agape for a few moments then shakes his head as the sound of the crowd dies down and everyone settles in. He sets up the chairs and the both of you settle in for the show.

The opening is a bit corny but you forgive it by how amazing the costumes are. You nearly bark out in laughter after the first musical number, you never expected the march out of the main character's ex lover to be so hilarious but it works. Further into the production and it starts to get chilly. You had planned for this so you start to pull your shawl out of your purse but before you can get it all the way out, Sloan is draping his jacket over your shoulders.

"How are you enjoying the show?" he whispers to you then kisses you ear.

You skootch closer to him in your chair and kiss his cheek, "I'm loving it, thank you."

Sloan does the old fashion stretch-and-yawn-arm-of-the-shoulder bit and you would have held in the laugh but he had to give you that ridiculous dapper smile and wiggle his brows. You try so hard to stifle the giggles but Sloan moves your hand away from your mouth and kisses you as if he's been waiting years to do so.

It takes you back a bit, but you enjoy the passion of his kiss that is till you remember you're in a public setting. You try and tap out but he's not ready to come up for air. With no other choice you decide to reach into your purse and get his attention.

With one quick flip you switch the on button on the key fob and Sloan quickly jolts back too. You watch as he shifts in his seat, his brows furrowing as he's fighting not to show how much he's enjoying what your just started.

"I was wondering when you were going to use that," he groans, crossing his legs to hide his growing bulge.

You consider yourself lucky that no ones is nearby to hear or see what's going on. If anyone were to look back at the both of you they'd just see someone looking through their purse and the other uncomfortable and ready to go home.

You smirk at him and turn the vibrations up and then off, his face distorting in disappointment as if he was expecting more.

"Not yet. Not here," you smile.

After that Sloan get's impatient. He doesn't fully show it but you can tell that he's ready to move on from this part of the date. The show gets close to the end and the villain is finally revealed. Not ever having read the book himself Sloan seems genuinely shocked and offended that the ex's late wife is still alive and she's the one behind the curse.

You knew you would cry at the end, it was sad but happy ending with everything wrapped up and the characters' view of their hometown changed forever. Sloan tried not to show it but you could tell that he wasn't ready for that ending.

"Not what you were expecting?" you ask him.

He scratches the corners of his eyes as if he's fighting some annoying pollen allergy. "Regina did not deserve that much hate, especially when William was the one at the center of all the trouble. The curse was a bit much but she was doing it so no one else would get hurt by him!"

Sloan goes on and on about the ending until the actor who played William walks up to the both of you.

"Speak of the damn devil." Sloan laughs as he gets out of his chair.

The actor throws himself at Sloan giving him a big ol' hug.

"It's good to see you my friend, you hardly come around the theatre these days," he slaps Sloan on the arm and then looks over at you then Sloan then you again. He whispers something to Sloan and gives a full hardy laugh.

"George Oliver, double name, hate it, live with it, deal with it, go to bed with it. Pleasure to make your acquaintance," he stretches his hand out to you and you shake it.

You introduce yourself to Sloan's friend and find it hard that this guy played a terrible evil character who broke the hearts of so many women of a small town. He's giddy and over the top, more suited to play a character like Cody, the happy son of the mayor let's solve this curse kind of guy.

"I see you're back at it with playing the bad guy, I thought you were tired of being evil," Sloan asks George.

"Yes but I'm so good at it. What can I say, I love being hated and everyone loves to hate the characters I play. It's a win-win for me," he smiles.

You ask George a bit about his acting and Sloan inserts some stories from highschool here and there, adding to a fond memory of the two being a couple of dumb ass teens doing stupid stuff in theatre.

"I shan't keep you much longer, mostly because Rynan will rear his ugly head any minute now asking where William is," George sighs.

"You have my condolences..."Sloan lowers his head and puts his hand together as if to pray.

The two playfully banter and jest about Rynan until he actually appears and drags George away.

"He seems nice," you smile.

"He's a fun guy, and one that's gotten my ass out of trouble just as much as he's gotten it in it." he shrugs then stretches. "Hungry yet?"

To be honest you've been super hungry for most the day. The little snacks here and there helped but you needed an actual mean.

"Yes, and you?" you try not to see to desperate to leave and go eat, but the hunger zombie that is your brain wants food.

"Staaaaaaarved," he grumbles.

Sloan and you take the lawn chairs back to the front and he calls for a cab since his car is parked on the other side of the park and it's a bit of a walk.

After a short drive and Sloan pointing out a few of his favorite food trucks you reach Gianna's. You had no idea what to expect but it certainly wasn't this. Liz had played up the place to be super high end but that was an understatement. It's clearly reservation only and it seems that some of the staff know who Sloan is.

You start to feel a bit nervous being at a place this nice but you try your best to hide it. Sloan asked for a place that is secluded and very much out of the way which helps calm you down a tad. He orders a bottle of wine as the both of you settle into the booth, the waiter eyeing you with disparaging curiosity.

"The food here is amazing, I hope you like it," he smiles, reaching his hand across the table and taking yours.

"I'm sure I will," you smile, still hoping that he can't see how nerve wrecked you really are.

After a few minutes the waiter comes back with the wine and menus. Sloan goes ahead and orders a few appetizers and the waiter is all smiles but when you try and ask about something they completely ignore you and leave. Not wanting to make a scene you just take a deep breath and move on.

"I must say I thought you up and disappeared with how absent you've been," a tall and well dressed tiefling rounds the corner, crossing his arms as he gives Sloan a devilish grin.

"Hello Seth," he gives the man a flat smile.

"And I see you've brought a-" Seth pauses and looks at you and then at Sloan.

Here we go again, you think as you sip on your wine.

"Lover?" he asks with a shrug.

You nearly choke at his guess but it's a lot better than 'friend'.

Sloan turns to face him, his expression unreadable, "Yes and no, but that's neither here nor there. Is there something you wanted Seth? As you can see I'm-"

"No no, I just wanted to see how an old friend of a friend is doing. I know there's some hard feelings there but I hope that won't continue to keep you away from my family's establishment..." he pauses then turns to leave... "After all where would any of this be without that generous donation."

Sloan attempts to hide his disgust until he leaves then rakes his fingers over his face with a grunt.

"I'm not even going to ask what any of that was about," you hold up a hand while sipping on some more wine to get the sour taste that experience left you with. He takes a few deep breaths and you can see that he's having a hard time composing himself.

Not knowing what else to do, you reach in your bag and press the little button on the fob. Sloan jolts and nearly bangs a knee against the table.

"What are you doing," he whispers, leaning over the table.

You smile and take a sip of wine, "helping."

Sloan settles back down, less upset and more distressed with what's going on in his pants. You slide your foot up his leg, happy that the table cloth hides any indecent behavior. He tenses up and shifts a bit in the booth, then loosens up after you pet his leg a bit more.

"I hope you know what you've just started," Sloan leans onto his hands, his eyes focused on you in a way that makes you feel completely naked.

"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about," you roll your eyes and act like you're completely enamored by the paintings on the wall.

"That's fine, I'll just have to explain it to you later...In the car, then on my couch, on the kitchen counter, possibly on the dryer, and then on my bed," he smirks.

You're used to his teasing but this is different. Is it because this is your first date or perhaps it's because you're now officially dating? You're not quite sure. Legs shift under the table and now he's lightly petting your leg with his.

"Hey, look at me..." he asks, his voice is soft and sweet.

You turn back around and there's an air of concern around him. He looks like he's about to say something but right as he does the waiter comes back around with a full tray of appetizers.

His face looks a bit nerve wrecked for some reason, his smile twisted as he looks back at you.

"Are we ready to order or do you need some more time?" he asks.

You try again to ask about the dish from before and they quickly answer without hesitation. You decide to order it and Sloan orders something you've never heard of nor want to attempt to pronounce at the moment.

"Very good, we'll get those out to you a little after you've finished your appetizers. Any desserts?" he looks over at you but Sloan tells him to make it the chef's choice.

The waiter scurries off then and to your surprise Sloan's look of disgust is back on. He eyes the entire establishment as if he's looking for something or someone, the food on the table getting cold.

"Uh Sloan is something-" you stop midsentence feeling as if getting his attention this way wouldn't work.

You reach into your purse and turn off the cock ring and instead of the jolt from earlier, Sloan turns around and with this expression that you've never seen on him before.

"I uh..." he starts before barring his face in his hands.

There's several moments of silence and it feels so heavy that you can hardly breathe.

Did I do something wrong? Should I...Should I go? He's not saying anything, he won't even look at me...What did I do wrong?

Your chest feels tight and your stomach feels queasy and before you can say anything your standing and walking briskly towards the bathroom leaving Sloan at the booth.

The bathroom is cool and quiet, leaving you blissfully alone to deal with your nausea. After a few minutes and a quick rinse you feel somewhat better. You decide that anxiety and alcohol should never be in the same room again after that.

That being said though, you're not too thrilled about going back to the booth. You have a million questions for Sloan but you're not sure if or when you should ask.

Should I really try dating someone who I can't even talk to? I feel...I feel like this is Marcus all over again...

And there it is, your biggest fear playing out again. You made yourself small in that moment. You try looking in the mirror, hoping to see what Sloan sees in you. Your makeup is smeared, your hair is a mess, and your eyes are a bit puffy from crying in the stall.

There's nothing loveable about this...

One of the wait staff walks in and makes a sound of relief.

"Ma'am, Mr. Sloan asked me to come see if you were alright," her voice is soft and sincere.

You don't know what to say, right now you just want to run out the building with inhuman speed but that won't solve anything.

She tip toes a bit closer and you hear a gasp. You finally look up and you feel relieved when you recognize the person in front of you.

"Carrie?" you sniffle. She was an old coworker from when you both were waitresses at a diner near your home.

"You're a mess," she shakes her head.

You laugh at her bluntness, something that you'd admired about her.

"I feel like a mess," you say.

"Care to talk about it or do you want me to help you with all this..."she circles her finger in the air, pointing at your messed up hair and makeup.

"Maybe a bit of both," you smile weakly.

Carrie leaves and comes back with her purse and helps fix your hair and makeup while listening to your concerns. You hated feeling like you couldn't talk to Sloan and you hate how you feel like there's this weird wall between you. He's got so much history and you don't know when or if you should ask him about it since you just started dating. It feels so overwhelming.

"So he's basically info dumping his life on you without realizing what he's doing and it's stressing you out?" she points.

You hadn't even thought about it that way but it's more or less true. Both you and Rynan did say that Sloan has those rose tented glasses.

"This is a disaster," you grumble, wiping off the eye makeup.

"It is, but are you going to let it keep being a disaster is the question?" she asks.

You grumble again and look back into the mirror. Your face is cleaned up and your hair is fixed, your eyes are still a bit puffy but they'll smooth out soon. You take a deep breath and force back anymore tears.

Tonight has had its good points, its weird points, and now its bad points. And now you're looking down on yourself in a bathroom while an old friend is trying to console you.

Carrie gives you a few more words of wisdom and her phone number to text if things go south again. She leaves you to go back to work but suddenly your slapped with confusion.

How did Sloan know I was in here?

You shake your head and take a few more deep breaths trying to muster up the courage to go back out there. It takes a few minutes to boost yourself up, that and the girls who walk in...After all nothing could be more embarrassing in this moment than giving yourself a pep talk in the women's restroom.

Walking back to the booth you do your best to look straight forward and not to think about anything else but just getting there.

One thing at a time...

Sloan is sitting there and for a split second he looks your way then back at the table, his eyes darting around. You stand next to him and when he looks up you loose all restraint and grab his face and kiss him long and hard.

"I uh...wow," Sloan sighs, his eyes blinking in disbelief.

"Stop going dark on me and start talking to me, it's messing with my head," you tell him, inspired by Carrie's bluntness.

He starts to pout so you pinch him, "Listen I know you wanted this date to be perfect but nothing in life is. Que será, será. I've had an amazing time so far and yeah some of it's been weird and this just threw a wrench into it but are we going to let it ruin the evening?"

"You're just too good to be true," he smiles as he nudges his face in your hands.

"Are we going to quote from oldies now?" you laugh, taking your hands back so you can sit back down.

Sloan straightens up with a grin, "You started it."

After that little snafu, the date goes back to normal. Sloan orders more food, even more hungry after being emotionally distressed. He opens up a bit more to which you're delighted. He explains that he was hesitant to talk more about himself since in the past the people he dated didn't really seem to care.

"I know you're nothing like them and it pains me that I'm being this guarded around you. I don't want you to find out that the real me is just this pile of garbage that only looks nice because it's been dipped in gold," he grumbles.

You pet his leg under the table and he lets out a long sigh.

"But I guess that's not fair to you. I might think of myself as garbage but when you said that I'm nice and funny and all that I felt that if I opened up anymore you'd find stuff about me that you wouldn't like," he admits.

"Oh but I already do have stuff about you that I don't like you dirty blanket thief," you smile.

Sloan softens up at that, "I've asked you to let go of some of your baggage, I guess it's only fair that I dump some of mine."

You reach across the table and take his hands, "With time and trust."

He nods his head and picks you hands up and kisses the tips of your fingers.

The waiter from before comes back with Carrie in tow. They set down a lot more food than you think you can handle but Sloan looks like he can't wait for them to just leave so he can start shoveling it into his mouth.

The food is amazing and despite your emotional hunger you're only able to pick at some of the appetizers or else you won't be able to eat the entrée you ordered. Sloan however has nearly cleared the table.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to how much food you can put away," you laugh.

He pets your leg under the table, "Does my hunger impress you that much?"

You roll your eyes and give him a light punt back.

Dinner comes and goes and you're happily stuffed by the time you're out. Sloan hails a taxi that takes the both of you back to his car. He still wants to take you to the movies and bakery but you both agree after looking at the shows that there's nothing good out.

"I should have checked before putting that on our schedule," he laughs.

You shrug, "Is there anything else you want to do?"

"Aside from the obvious?" he gives you a devilish grin.

"And what's that?" you ask.

He leans down and licks your ear, "Ravish you till you can think of nothing else but me. Have you scream out my name until you've forgotten your own. Bring you endless pleasure till you beg for mercy. I want you to scar my back with your nails, I want your voice to be the only thing I can hear, I want to taste you because I crave you."

You feel your heart beating a mile a minute and your cheeks growing oh so hot.

Proud of himself, Sloan kisses your cheek and leans back into his seat.

"So aside from the obvious, I'll have to think about it," he brings out his phone and starts to scroll looking for something to fill in the gap.

You fidget in the car seat, very hot and bothered and all too frisky. Reaching into your purse you turn on the key fob again and hear Sloan jump.

In no time at all Sloan is leaning over again and kissing you with no regard to the fact that you're still in a public parking lot. His hands start to trail up your dress but you cross your legs.

"Not here," you try and catch your breath but he keeps at.

"Now, I want you now..." he nips your neck and you make a sound that you didn't think you could.

"Dammit! Ok..." He quickly calms himself and starts out of the lot. You have no idea where he's planning on taking you but you're excited. He starts driving around then stops right outside a small strip center.

"What is-"

"Come on, I'll explain later," he's already out of the car and opening your door.

He leads you to a door that's spot has no signs. He unlocks it and turns the alarm off and the lights on. It's a small studio with bare walls and some furniture.

As you look around a bit more you hear Sloan lock the door behind him.

"Will this work?" he asks, pulling his jacket off and tossing it to the side.

"As long as you tell me about this place afterwards," you smile.

He pulls you up against him and kisses you with so much hunger you can hardly stand it. Your hands start to work at unbuttoning his shirt and you feel his reach down and start to tug at your panties.

After tugging and pulling at each other's clothes, Sloan pushes you down on one of the couches and puts his face between your legs. He growls against your pussy and tugs the lingerie aside with his teeth. You grab the back of his head and guide him further in, needing this sweet release.

He's ruthless as he brings you over the edge, he growls and grunts against you and the vibrations are absolutely delicious. When you finally come he doesn't stop, he keeps going and you nearly lose it being overstimulated. When he's finally done he stands and unzips his pants, releasing his hardened cock.

You sit up with what little strength you have and he brings his cock close to your face, but you have other ideas.

"Pick me up," you smile.

Sloan pulls you up and into his arms and kisses your neck, "Are you sure?" His voice is husky and full of need and yet he's still holding back.

"I want you to fuck me, right here, right now. Prove to me how bad you are," you hiss as you pull on his braid enough to elicit that growling you've grown to love.

There's no more words after that, only Sloan lowering you carefully on his cock before he presses you against the wall. At first he takes his time with you, slowly feeling your tightness around him. He hits all the right places and you have to do everything in your power not to scream out, but it becomes harder and harder when he speeds up.

His hot breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down your body as he keeps thrusting into you. You're a mess and you absolutely love it. He bites down against your neck making you cry out in surprise and tighten even more around his cock.

Sloan pulls you off of him as quickly as possible and cums long and hard all over you. He growls as he watches his cum drip along your lingerie, proud of his work. Your legs feel like pudding when he sets you back down on the couch.

"That was...amazing," you're still catching your breath as you lay against the couch.

Sloan hovers over you and his eyes burn into you, hot and heavy. There's something wild in the way that he's looking at, as if he's lost all sense of reality but you can't help but to enjoy being caught in it. He sits down beside you then starts to crawl over you, pinning you to the couch, "If you think we're done here, you my angel are sorely mistaken. You've given me full on permission to misbehave and trust and believe by tomorrow morning you'll know why I'm a bad boy."

You smile and pull yourself up to kiss him, "I better not be able to walk in the morning."

"I promise, but for now coffee and dessert. We're going to need energy for the things we'll be doing tonight," he kisses your forehead and gets up.

For the next few minutes the both of you clean up and get dressed, Sloan practically bouncing out of his skin to leave and get to the next place.

After locking up and leaving Sloan takes you to the late night bakery well known for its strong brew and donuts. You're both a little overzealous, ordering whatever sounds or looks good and leaving with practically a pot of coffee to go.

When you arrive back at Sloan's apartment with bags of goodies and foods, he makes the 'one trip only' move and grabs everything but your purse. You have to help him open the door and he nearly drops everything coming in but he makes a graceful rebound as he trips into the kitchen with all the goods.

Once everything is put up, you and Sloan sit down on his rather large and ridiculously comfortable couch with your coffees and some pastries. He takes a sip of his and sets it down on the table, "Now then my angel, are you ready?"

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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 3 years

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I said that out loud didn't I?

Meet Cute Monday 1

@boldlyanxious for you lovely 😘😘

Quick/not completely reviewed but an attempt at a meet cute

Masterlist

MCM Masterlist

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"Of course I'll come and support you. I'd love to accompany you to the after ceremony meal. I adore listening to people talk about swords and spikey things…. Not! Just don't abandon me and it will be fiiiine!!!"

The person who sat down next to him was muttering under their breath. Jason snorted to himself in agreement. They seemed just as thrilled to be at this event as he did. With Bruce off-world, Dick actually having to be a 'normal policeman' for the day, Timmy left to run Wayne Enterprises, Jason had drawn the short straw and had to 'accompany' Damian and play guardian/adult at this fencing competition thing. Neither were happy with this but they made do.

As soon as they had got to the banquet room Damian had marched off to talk to the fellow competitors. Apparently one of his fencing idols was here and he wanted to talk to her.

Jason ignored his table companion for the moment, and continued to read Austen on his Kindle app via his phone.

"Five minutes! Five blinking minutes! Mon dieu! I understand why Adrien declined now! Urghhh they're all so so urghh!"

The person banged their head against the table and drew him again out of his book.

"Tell me about it"

The person startled out of their mutterings gave a dazed look at Jason. Jason himself seemed just as surprised he had spoken. Finally actually looking at his companion he was pleasantly surprised to see a young woman roughly his age he thought. She definitely knew how to dress for the occasion and looked stunning despite her previous vocals and slumping behaviour not matching the look.

"I said that out loud didn't I?"

Jason let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, you did. You seemed as thrilled to be here as I feel"

Groaning, the woman sat back in the chair and became the 'presentable' person who attends these events and started to actually take in his presence rather than be the background fuzz to her grumbled musings.

"I am thrilled to be here. Or well, to support my friend. She claims she hates these sort of events and they get too much for her. I'm her escape route so to speak for when that happens. I enjoyed watching the fencing but this…. This…"

She waved her hand around the room.

"This bit is less enjoyable. They all come across so competitive and as soon as they find out you're a 'plus one' well, then I'm of no interest and to be ignored."

She let out a sigh.

"Sorry about this. It's just, my friend promised she wouldn't abandon me. It failed as she was dragged into a detailed conversation about techniques and different blades as all before maneuvering into other conversations and networking. I'm happy for her. I am …"

The woman paused, seemingly lost in thought as she stared out into the room but not actually seeing it.

"Mood! I'm the only one in the family who was free to take my little brother today. Like you said watching the matches is ok. This after shindig here is less fun. At least you managed 5 minutes with some company. As soon as we got here the little demon abandoned me in favour of finding his idol to interrogate her. I decided to find my seat for the meal and read till he returns. I'm basically his transport it seems."

That drew a giggle out of his table companion. It was a pretty giggle that did something funny with his heart. Putting his hand out toward her.

"Jason"

She looked at his proffered hand and blinked.

"I mean, my name is Jason" he said a little awkwardly.

Smiling, she took his hand to shake.

"Mine's Marinette"

To Jason her hand fit perfectly into his. 'what was wrong with him. Is Dick right that he's read too many romance novels.' Despite being small and appearing delicate her hand was callused and she had a good handshake. She was a regular contradiction which intregued him. Elegant like she belonged at these events but human enough to not quite fit if you knew her. Delicate, or perhaps petite giving the illusion of delicate but strong underneath the illusion.

"So what are you reading? Can you tell me about it?"

Jason launched into talking about Lady Susan.

……………………………………………………...

"Mari-hime, it is time to leave. I'm sorry I have not spent as much time as I would have liked with you this evening. Would you be willing to grab an orange juice tomorrow morning with me as an apology?"

"Gami-hime! There's no need to apologise. I found company and have been talking with Jason for the most part and with his brother Damian when he joined us a short while ago. This is your event to shine at, not mine. You looked fantastic out there doing your stuff. Plus it would be the inverse if it was at fashion week, no need to apologise"

Marinette smiled at her friend who moved her attention away from the brothers. Had she been looking she would have seen both men had a look of shock on their face. Damian from the fact his brother had spent the evening talking to his idols plus one and was his route to talking to her. Jason from the fact his brother grabbing his arm and practically shaking it (for Damian that is).

"Oh! Jason, Damian. I'd like to introduce you to Kagami Tsurugi. She invited me this evening. Gami-hime, this is Jason and …"

"Damian. Damian Wayne. It's a pleasure to meet you Ms Tsurugi. I really admired your fencing technique that you used in your last match. The use of that particular combination was very impressive in scoring that last point."

"Thank you Mr Wayne. Your match was also impressive to watch. You are a skilled fighter. I look forward to a match with you one day. Mari-hime?"

Marinette turned back to the Wayne pair seemingly unphased by the name drop. Maybe she was unphased considering she attended with a Tsurugi. Jason could feel Damian's excited energy radiate off him despite it not showing obviously on his person, but his focus was on this fascinating woman, Marinette, he had met this evening and appeared to be slipping through his fingers to leave. Before he could say anything, she rummaged in the purse she had brought with her and pulled out a card.

"Thank you Jason, Damian, for spending time with me this evening. I really enjoyed the company."

Marinette said with a smile in her voice. Gently she took Jason's hand and placed the card in it.

"Call me, maybe? I'll be in town for a bit before we return home. Thank you and ummm yeah, bye"

She had a faint blush creeping into her face as she spoke.

"It was a pleasure Marinette. You made the evening, Night"

Kagami nodded to the boys as she slipped Marinette's hand into the crook of her elbow guiding her friend away from the Wayne.

"Todd. You will call Ms Dupain Cheng and arrange a meeting with her and Ms Tsurugi!"

Jason laughed at Damian's demand. He was planning on calling, staring at the card Marinette handed him. MDC.... Isn't that the designer Tim goes on about.

It appears he would have two of his brothers approval.

#maribat #marinette x jason #maribat au #jason x marinette #jasonette #meet cute Monday #not beta'd

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saberstars · 3 years

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I'm Here

Pairing: Gender Neutral Y/N & Loki

Fluff, angst, implied smut

Warnings: Mentions of depression/mental illness, epilepsy/seizures, mentions of sex, as always if I missed anything feel free to let me know

Summary: Loki & You have a pre-existing friendship with benefits & one night you have a seizure after some spiciness. He cares for you helping you afterwards & makes sure you rest easy & safe. Reader is portrayed to have seizures more so during changes in sleep phases, not awake. The wake seizures or more of a medium ish absence/ focal aware seizure that only occur on occasion & can be “fought” through.

Word Count: 1796

Notes: This was intended to be a gender neutral reader. I think I removed all he/she pronouns.

Additionally, I know that not everyone experiences seizures the same way, and that epilepsy can affect people differently. This is all written from my experiences with it, so I ask that you do not tell me I portrayed something wrong. I can and will accept constructive criticism, But I will not accept someone telling me blatantly that I am wrong with my experiences. Therefore please keep that in mind when reading. I genuinely hope this fic brings others comfort if you suffer from epilepsy or any disorder that causes seizures. Thank You <3

It’s been three years since you found out you suffered from epilepsy. A diagnosis that came late in your life to be fair. As a young child up until you reached adulthood, you suffered from eye shakes that would eventually turn into stuttering spells that made it difficult to breath or not breath properly at all. You never passed out though, you got close a few times, but you managed to stay awake and “fight it off.” You started to notice over time that you’d also get a strange taste in your mouth, almost like metal or as if you were sucking on a battery and it had that zing flavor. You knew that was a precursor and would panic on cue rightfully so. You hated when you had your mini stutter fests because all you could do was hope it didn’t happen.

Of course you complained to your parents as a child but they didn’t think it was anything. They said it was just a panic attack. So you took their word for it. That was until you started having grand mals in your sleep. At first you thought they were just a part of some strange dream, that wasn't real to you, not yet anyway. You would wake up exhausted, sore, sometimes unable to move properly, walk, open and close a fist, and you just overall couldn't stay conscious sometimes. Again you complained to your parents about it, but they said it was nothing. You probably had night terrors or some form of minor sleep paralysis. So you dumbly believed them.

When you moved out, You sought answers, and eventually got them. You were grateful. The medication they prescribed helped tremendously though, it did make you tired but it was worth not having your episodes. Thankfully your case wasn’t as severe as others and it was manageable so long as you took care of yourself and took your medications. Though you were warned, breakthroughs were common, and missing your dose can and would cause a seizure.

Despite having such a diagnosis, you kept it to yourself. You never really told anyone. It wasn’t until you started sleeping with a friend, that you finally divulged your secret too in the event that it ever happened whilst they were with you.

It was someone you randomly slept with on and off with. A friend with benefits, his name was Loki. You had met the god shortly after his father had passed and his home, destroyed. You found comfort with each other despite it being more of a sexual comfort. You both used sex as a way to fight your own demons, a distraction, a quick grab at serotonin. Despite the sex you both developed a very deep friendship. You’d read together on occasion, have very interesting debates on current events, history, as well as other nuances, and a lot of other things. You even met his brother and the avengers at one point.

You both slept soundly after spicy events had taken place 2 hours prior, Loki had come over desperate for attention of any kind. He didn’t say why, but you knew it was a rather serious topic he wished not to discuss and rather lessen the pain with ecstasy. Little did you know, on this day a few years ago he indirectly murdered his mother. He blamed himself dearly, he knew if he would have kept his mouth shut for once in his life she may be here today. So he needed a genuine distraction. One of any kind. Preferable you. Due to the spicy events that took place you missed your dose, due to falling asleep promptly after, which cost you dearly. Missing doses always caused this to happen no matter what.

You gasped for air like usual, your body contorting outwards first with a thrust. You were awake, conscious, and terrified for the few seconds you normally were given before blacking out. You began to stutter violently all the air leaving your lungs as it happened. Until no sounds were made and it was just you chattering. Loki woke immediately, with a completely calm exterior despite a raging mixture of emotions internally. He knew you never called an ambulance for these things because you were normally alone & unaware until you became conscious again. She made him promise to never call 911 unless it was over a certain time length, to save her medical expenses, or unless she stopped breathing for good.

Loki dare not touch you though as you shook and curled up. The last thing he wanted was his godly strength to crush you somehow or cause you more pain. Instead he watched and hovered until you finally stopped. It was a short 50 second one, which was under your time limit, but he still debated calling. It’s not like You would’ve known he lied.

His breathing hitched as he went to check your pulse and airway, ever so delicately, which were both clear and strong.

“Oh thank you.” he whispered

A few hours had slid by with still no response from you. Loki sat next to you, staring down at you, to the point where he would fight the urge to blink, waiting for a stir of some kind from you. He did give the courtesy of redressing you though, in a nightgown from a drawer after an hour slid past. He even went as far as ensuring that you were adequately covered by the blankets to avoid being chilled. It has been 3 ½ hours now, with no stir of any kind from you. He knew it would be awhile before you showed any signs of movement possibly but this worry tore him to his core. In the midst of waiting he refused to just idly go back to sleep next to you, he was determined to stay awake until you were conscious again, so that you knew, he stayed there waiting for you. Loki didn’t know when he found himself talking to you as if you were awake, but all he knew was that it made him feel a bit better, and he hoped that when you woke it would make you feel better too.

“You know, I’ve been reading this really dumb gothic romance novel. I think you’d like it because of how naive the girl is. I know you like to criticize and pick on how they make decisions.” he spoke with a chuckle in his voice thinking back to how you’d flail your arms and drop your book to scream about how dumb some main protagnist could be.

“I'll have to buy you a copy or give you mine when I’m done.” Loki shifted his weight from his right to his left brushing your bangs out of your eyes.

“I don’t know why you keep those so long, all they do is get in the way of your gorgeous eyes.”

It was in that moment you rustled, you shifted your neck ever so slightly, Your eyelids twitch. Loki leaned forward parting his lips as he watched with a heart of hope completely overwhelmed with joy when he saw the color of your iris’s. He exhaled a shaky breath cupping your cheeks which caused you to flinch sending a wave of shocks through your body. It was at that moment you knew. You knew what he saw, what he had gone through. Your heart sank and you immediately berated yourself internally despite your exhausted state.

“It’s ok you don’t have to say or do anything. I’ll stay, I’ll take care of you for as long as you need.” Loki assured you, wanting you to know that you didn’t have to go through this alone. You never really had anyone stay, let alone worry about you. Your eyes began to water as tears rolled down your face.

“I’ll go grab you some water, you’re probably parched. I’ll also grab you a banana. I read that potassium can help with the cramping.” Loki said leaving to yourself for a moment. He also grabbed tissues for your eyes and nose just in case. Upon returning her placed everything at your side offering help to sit up. “Do you need to use the bathroom or help sitting up?” He asked with a gentle tone.

You nodded trying to take a good deep breath so you could speak a bit. “I’m so sorry you had to see that… but thank you. Thank you for staying, for helping. I do need the bathroom and I would appreciate help. My legs are still...” you mustered out with all your might but after a point your tongue refused to work with you.

“Of course, I may be a monster but I’m not entirely cruel. If it helps… you can just think to yourself and I can listen that way. So that you're not struggling too much.” Loki admitted with a tone of self depreciation.

“You're not a monster just because you're different & have made mistakes.” you thought as Loki picked you up bridal style walking you to the bathroom. Of course he placed you down on the toilet and waited outside for you to do what you needed. Since he had only added a nightgown to your previously naked body it made things easier. It was exhausting to just sit up and do everything but you pushed through. You even pushed yourself up and limped to the sink best you could to wash your hands. Upon hearing the faucet though Loki came back in standing behind you offering support if needed.

“Catch me~” you thought before falling back into his arms with a snort.

“You're lucky I have godlike reflexes you minx.” He replied with a hint of flirtation. You had used more than you had in you to wash your hand. Loki caught you obviously and carried you back to the room placing you back on the bed. “No, more like I knew you were ready to catch me.” you slowly thought as exhaustion tugged at your consciousness again. Loki noticed the pill bottle on your dresser before prompting you to take it. Instinctively opening it and sliding one into his hand.

“You should probably take this before you fall asleep.” You took it mentally saying thanks drinking the glass of water with it.

“Yeah that would probably help avoid some added breakdancing.” You joked trying to use humor to lighten the situation. Loki stared plain faced trying not to entertain your joke though, despite finding it secretly witty. Maybe he’d laugh at it when you felt a bit better. Soon after you began to dance between awake and sleep. Loki took note based on how your thoughts jumbled around between multiple things, laughing to himself a bit before minor intrusive fears began picking at you. Loki immediately jumped into action in an attempt to squash them soothing you a bit.

“You can sleep soundly, please get some rest. You don’t have to force yourself to stay awake out of fear or guilt.” Loki spoke in the most caring and sweet tone he could muster up. Trying to convince you that it was going to be ok & it worked. Somehow you knew he was right & that you could trust him completely. You drifted back to sleep peacefully thinking about how for the first time in your life, you didn’t fear sleeping in your bed. You didn’t have intrusive thoughts about whether or not you’d wake up in the morning or not. Which honestly brought tears bubbling their way up and out of Loki's eyes. The amount of trust you had in him in your thoughts, at that moment completely took his breath away. And that was something he wasn’t going to break or ever lose.

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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 3 years

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Hiya love!! CONGRATULATIONS ON ALL YOUR FOLLWERS BBYYYY!! 🥳🥳🥳 IM SO PROUD OF YOU!! I HAVENT BEEN FOLLOWING YOU FOR THAT LONG BUT I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU GROW. You deserve it all and more.

If it's still open, is it okay if I get a kinnie coldbrew please? And thank you in advance.

I'm really introverted and hate social interactions and meeting new people, even online

And I hate going outside in public

I just dont know how to make friends or even talk to people without panicking

I see the people around me having online friends and I'm sat there like how??? I just about have irl friends

It takes me a long long time to get used to people and even start thinking about opening up to them

All of my friends are people I've knows for a good 6/7 years, I hate being introduced to new people

I hate havinh big groups of friends as well

Usually whenever my friends go out I tend to avoid it, but when I do I'm usually at the back walking by myself

I just withdraw myself when in big groups and just become invisible

But in small groups of like 3 people or just me with someone else I thrive

My friends think they know me really well, but it's one of them ones where I mask my true emotions and feelings with waffle

It's not that I dont trust them, I just dont want to share my feelings with anyone or talk about myself, usually I just make jokes

I grew up in an environment where I was taught not to cry and not to be emotional, and my mother was very insistent on that, and it just became natural to me. I cant even remember the last time I cried, it was definitely a good 2/3 years ago

I have a lot of patience when it comes to anger, like I dont let it out, sometimes I get really really angry at the littlest things people do, but then it dies down in like 3 seconds. I dont know how to explain it, but it's like a hot flash and then it goes, other times it builds slowly and I just let it fester

But I hate confrontation

Absolutely hate it

I would never actually do anything with the anger or hurt I feel, i just let it sit inside of me and hold it in

People do come to me for advice and help, I wont sugarcoat anything, I'll tell you the honest (and sometimes harsh) truth and then help you get overcome your problem as well

Because of that I can sometimes come across as harsh because i wont bullshit you or beat around the bush if you need me to talk to you like that

I do the absolute most for my friends, I'd drop anything for them if they need help and I often find myself putting their happiness before my own, and lowkey (highkey) it hurts when I dont receive the same energy back, but it's ok we move

I'm usually the one doing all the work in a group presentation, mainly because no one else is bothered to do it, so I just do it all

I do all the work, they present

I dont know how to show the people around me that I love them, even though I really really do

I hate it when people touch me or try to give me hugs and I avoid them

But secretly I yearn for them and I just want someone to cuddle me

But I'm not used to physical affection at all and it really embarrasses me

It's a bit of a sticky one ngl

For me, it's so important to be polite and open minded

I think that's why people come to me for advice and shit, because I suck at comforting people, but I wont judge you at all also because I'm quite approachable as well

Unless you're a trump supporter, then I will roast the living shit out of you

I'm really into literature and reading, whether it be classics, manga, graphic novels, or just normal fiction

I just love reading

And doing anything creative tbh

I read percy jackson when I was young and it basically formed my entire personality

That's where my love for mythology started and over the years its become more refined and I just love it even more

I like to think I'm a nice person

I always try and make people smile and laugh and know that they're loved and acknowledged by me

In stressful situations I find myself being really calm

To the point it looks like I dont care

And I'll tell you that I dont care as well

But on the inside I'm panicking and its eating me up on the inside

I either do one of two things and they're both polar opposites

I either try and resolve it as soon as possible or I ignore it for as long as I can and leave it for future me to handle

It's not very healthy but I'm still here so, I guess it's fine

I dont find myself getting stressed FOR myself that often, if you get what I'm saying

Usually when i feel emotions it's for other people??? Like I'd be stressed for someone else, sad for someone else and angry for someone else, but I'd never really feel something for myself

Yeahh I usually stay calm and nonchalant though

Ahhhh, this is soo longgg, I'm so sorry about that, I just started venting halfway through and forgot that this was an ask. I'm so sorry and I hope you dont mind. Thank you so so much though, I appreciate it a lot. Make sure you're taking regular breaks and drinking lots and lots of water, make sure you're taking care of yourself. Thank you so much xxx 🥰🥰

THANK YOU THANK YOU ❤️

@tsukkispoundlandheadphones

You are a...

Sakusa Kinnie

Similarities

Alright stating the obvious

YOU BOTH HATE PEOPLE TOUCHING YOU

Although it might be for different reasons

That doesn’t change the fact that you both low key hate people

You both hate social interactions

Whether it be online or in person

Being social is just a no go for you two

Your only friends are people who you’ve known for a long time

Cmon

Sakusa’s friend is LITERALLY his cousin

Like FAMILY

You both are very slow to anger

Cant relate

Like when have we EVER seen sakusa get mad at someone

Disgusted with someone sure

But MAD I don’t think so

Blunt bitches

You both are blunt af

You both just tell it as it is

I mean someone has to do it

Ok this is hard to explain cause there’s no evidence behind it...

But he responds to stressful situations JUST like you

Don’t question it to much

It’s just true

Assumptions I Have About You

I’m sorry but your hot

No buts about it

Speaking of

Here 👐 takes some self confidence

You deserve it I promise

LonerTM

How’s being a homebody?

You let people take the lead in most situations

EVEN THOUGH YOU HAVE THE CAPABILITY TO BE A LEADER

Rbf?

Ok we know you don’t like people touching you

But you absolutely HATE strangers touching you

You either genuinely enjoy cleaning

Or you stress clean

Ilysm never change the world needs more sakusas ❤️

200 Follower Event

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fandom #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kin #sakusa kinnie #sakusa Hc #sakusa headcanons

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hells-relief · 2 years

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on the first day of themis-mas...

Hi there!

i’m Belle, and i decided to throw my hat in the foray that is tumblr fan fiction. But as a “not teenager”, i hadn’t really found something that i wanted to write fiction about.

until i found Tears of Themis.

i could read fucking tears of themis fan fiction for HOURS i am in love with these men.

So i decided to stretch my writer brain to write something i like! and what better time to do it than during christmas when i can make it a fun little thing.

So, for the next 24 days leading up to christmas, i am going to be writing a little drabble about our favorite Tears of Themis boys. i also secretly hope that the people at miHoYo will see my shit and be like “hey............. we could use this. let’s snatch them up.” (ok im manifesting this i know its crazy. don’t come for me)

also, i promise not all of the intros will be so long, it’s just the first day! let me know what you think, i am definitely looking for some feedback! and also, the grammar might not be perfect, and it may suck. but i am learning! first time ever writing fan fic lets goooooooo.

Today’s drabble is.... an ace or a joker?: playing a card game against Vyn.

it is in first person (i, me), so it should be devoid of pronouns.

word count: 1.89k

i shifted my legs in the dark, smooth leather seat i was sitting in, and dart my eyes towards Vyn. He sits very still, the only movement on him was the slight shimmer of his light gray hair and the flitting motion of his eyes against the screen. He is reading papers for the psychology class he teaches, and i am re-reading one of my favorite novels, some romantic drivel about thieves and mages finding a chance out of their impoverished society to some ethereal "better life" that includes all of them ending up with their lovers.

I volunteered to keep Vyn company today as he read through the small mountain of papers collecting on his desktop computer. at the NXX meeting we had earlier, i saw him take off his glasses a few times and rub his temples with the delicate pads of his fingers; i might've looked a bit too long, truthfully. He caught my eye; his strange, shimmery eyes looking tired, but mischievous. i bite my lip and avert my eyes to Artem, who is lecturing about some procedure when collecting evidence; i'd heard it all before on the ride over from the office. Still, i take notes on my tablet, and use my hair to hide the half of my face that is burning from a combination of my reddening cheeks and his eyes still on me.

once Artem wraps things up and the others start to pack up their things, i finally allow myself to look up at Vyn. He is still sitting in the same position, with his eyes- goddamn his eyes fuck- still drilling burning holes through my cheeks. I try to maintain my cool, and return a slightly sarcastic, inquisitive look.

"tired, Vyn?" i try to keep my voice still, almost forcing it a little too hard. i sound like some kind of B list actress trying to cooly seduce a man. my eye twitches slightly in annoyance at myself.

He smiles a hidden smile, never moving. "Why, actually i am. Reading simple papers from 20-somethings isn't exactly the most scintillating literature, but it must be done."

I am still putting on a cool face. "do you need some company? I could stand to read a book or two while you trudge through the papers."

his smile grows wider, and his eyes have their sharp edges dulled. "That sounds positively delightful, rosa. I'll get the car."

I put my eyes back onto the book, and it isn't long before i hear the tinkle of his glasses hitting the table. I look up, and he has his head in his hands, his gray hair spinning spider webs around his fingers. i get up from my chair, and walk to the seat across from him. I set my book down on the table, and before i can even sit in the seat, he has sat back up, picked up the book, and is reading the spine.

"A King For a Knight? is that a joke?" He sounds incredibly serious, enough for me to release a small chuckle.

"it could be. i guess you'd have to read it and find out." i say jokingly, but he opens up the first page in defiance of me. I blanche- it is a romance novel, and not an appropriate one to talk to your coworkers about. "I-I was just kidding! you can go ahead and give it back to me!"

That mischievous smile comes back. "now, why would i do that? i want to know all about you, and by the look of these dog-eared pages, and the underlining, you've read this more than once. perhaps, 10 to 15 times i say." of course he's right, damn it. "you know," he says with the light glinting off of his glasses. "they say what you choose to fill the mind and your time with is an indicator of what you want."

"Then what does your card castle building say about you?" He cocks his head at me, and i take this opportunity to snatch the book back, putting it firmly against my thigh in the seat. I see his eyes follow the book, and linger just a bit too long at its resting place. I get a small shiver that ends in the pit of my stomach.

"it means whatever you want it to mean. to me, it means that i like a challenge, i am incredibly patient, and may just have the lightest touch to ever exist." he brings a thumb to his bottom lip, and slides it across, causing the plump skin to follow his finger, and fall back into place as if it were never disturbed. admittedly, i can almost feel myself drooling at the thought of him doing the same to me. i shake my head, both at Vyn and at myself.

"i think it means that you're probably not good at card games, if the only thing you can do is keep stacking them." i pull a card from the ever-present deck on his desk, and turn it towards him between two fingers, revealing the Ace of Spades i had pulled.

"that, my dear," he pushes up his glasses, looking like the casino's house. "is where you're incorrect. dare to challenge me?"

how could i pass up an opportunity like this: Vyn Richter, asking me to play a card game with him? i licked my bottom lip and brought it between my teeth, purposefully leaning forward to stare at his lips.

"i think i do dare, Dr. Richter."

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We choose to play Gin, a classic card game. i look at him through my cards, putting on airs of suspicion. he sits back in his chair, with his cards held to his chest. He's been waiting on me to take my turn, and while i have been looking for a set of 6s, i have also been taking too much time staring at him as he thinks. he gets this look on his face, like he's watching a movie that he already knows the ending of. not that he's seen the movie, but he's just. that. clever. it makes me want to kiss him just to wipe that look off his face; not like i could ever catch him by surprise.

i'm down by 10 points. He has 80, and i have 70. without finding that third 6, i could be eating my own words. suddenly, a thought crosses my mind. I may not be able to beat him at this game, but perhaps i could beat him at his own game: psychology.

i make a point to tilt my head down while i shift in my seat, just to find the perfect spot to rest my feet, which happens to be in between his legs. his khaki pants feel rough against the bare skin of my legs, but i can feel the heat eminating off of him. i wonder if he's that warm all over.

he sits up a little straighter, taking care to not remove his legs from mine. in his eyes, i can see him struggling to appear cool. looks like that makes two of us.

I look at the upturned 8 that i placed, and motion for him to take his turn. He just barely clears his throat, adams apple bumping roughly against his skin. by the way he's holding his cards, i can tell he has 2 more to exchange; i have one. i sigh, letting my sweet breath brush his face and hair, causing his silvery tendrils to dance in front of his face. the look of maintaining his cool is suddenly replace with a rueful smile.

"i'm sorry, my dear Rosa, you're going to have to try harder than that to make me feel flustered. lest you forget, i am the one with a doctorate in psychology."

i look at him through my eyelashes, batting them without much flare. "I have no. idea. what you're talking about, Doctor." His fingers tap the diminished deck, deciding to take one of the cards that isn't turned over. he looks at it, makes a disgruntled noise, and he adds it to the upturned deck: a 5.

i move up in my chair, sitting on the very edge. i make no movements with my face as i grab one of the mystery cards, discard one of my own, and entangle my legs in his. My ankles are wrapped around one of his calves, which subconsciously also brings him closer to me. we look each other in the eyes, my opalescent green ones meeting his shocking hazel ones. i see his mouth slightly part, exposing a row of perfect teeth- is there anything that isn't perfect about him?

he quickly picks up the card while keeping my gaze, only looking down to see what it is. he makes the smallest elated chirp, and replaces one of the cards in his hand with the one he drew. i am still looking at him, cataloging each expression for my own personal memory.

"my dear, it seems to me you are about to lose. i am terribly sorry to do this to you." he looks at me through heavy eyes. Heavy with what, i wonder. i tuck a strand of dark hair behind my ear, and finally break his gaze to look at the card he put down.

a 6.

how should i play this? coy? elated? disappointed? while these thoughts are buzzing through my head, Vyn's eyes scour me. His eyes must take in everything: the locks coming loose from how i tied it up, how i tilt one shoulder up due to the pain of sitting at a desk all day, and how my hand is slowly inching closer to the deck.

"why do you think i'm about to lose? how do you know you're not about to lose yourself?" i play it cool, add that card to my deck, and place my discarded one down. he chuckles.

"you just set yourself up to lose." he picks up my discarded card. "I knock." this time its my turn to feel the humid breath leave his lips as it crosses my face. i close my eyes and get the acrid scent of... cigarettes? maybe it is just my imagination.

"and i-" i lay my cards down and show them to him, all neatly lined up with their pairs, not one out of place. "have gin."

he looks astonished. for once, his face clears of any hidden motive and it's like the words paint themselves on his forehead: SHOCK. in a daring move, i reach over and grab the cards out of his hands, replacing them with the warmth of my hand. i thumb through the cards he had.

"oh," i say condescendingly. "it looks like you have 10 points unmatched. and with my 20 from the gin, it looks like i win. it looks like the king ended up being a joker, with the queen ending up with all the cards."

i sit back in my seat, and feel so bold as to move my feet into his lap. His face is no longer shocked; now it is covered with some new emotion i don't quite recognize on his face. but, then again, i guess i could just feel what was underneath me in his lap and extrapolate from there.

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douchebagbrainwaves · 3 years

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OK, I'LL TELL YOU YOU ABOUT MINUTES

It's something you're more likely to fix it in an ugly way, or wiser than he seems, but he's not wise in the way a boss can. Master of all I surveyed. Most startups coming out of later stage investors? They're the NCOs of the intellectual world. At the end of it they had built a real, working store. B-list actors. Three options remain: you can go into almost any field from math. To have a sense of humor is to be wounded by them. University Ave in Palo Alto, though there doesn't seem to be deliberately trolling, we ban them ruthlessly. The most dramatic example of Web 2. A big company that uses Suns is not interested in.

So why not go after corruption? Instead of taking money from the most committed investors and work your way out toward the ambivalent ones, whose interest increases as the round fills up. And since the customer is always right, that's a sign of a good idea, and what would make it faster, you almost always guess wrong. We need to add one more qualification: we should ignore cases where someone knows what to do. At least if you start a startup, you had better have a convincing explanation of why this 1950s language is not Lisp. Don't ask them any unnecessary questions. Later, when you want to stay there, instead of chugging along maintaining and updating an existing piece of software had to approve or even know about it right away so that we could sometimes duplicate a new feature within a day or two of a competitor announcing it in a class.

In fact many of the things that surprises founders most about fundraising is how distracting it is.1 Underestimate how much you spend. This seems to me fairly likely that we're seeing the beginning of a story, but to be an adult. You can make inner loops blindingly fast, even writing inline byte code if you need to undertake to actually be successful. Before I publish a new essay, I read it out loud and fix everything that doesn't sound anything like the way they generate any other kind of client. Wealth When I was a whiz at it. How much do you lose by using a less powerful language. Don't realize what you're avoiding One reason people who've been out in the same way a low-restriction exhaust system makes an engine more powerful. They'll be tougher on valuations, but more mundane technologies like light bulbs or semiconductors have to be wound. The problem with these old traditions is that they're all more concentrated forms of less addictive predecessors. Copernicus' aesthetic objections to equants provided one essential motive for his rejection of the Ptolemaic system. As long as our hypothetical Blub programmer wouldn't use either of them.

Early stage companies need less money because they're smaller and cheaper to run, but they noticed that it worked really well. Now the frightening giant is Microsoft, and Yahoo can buy. Why did 36% of Princeton's class of 2007 come from prep schools, when only 1. Even though Y Combinator is as different from what happens in a series of papers whose conclusions are novel because no one is sure what research is supposed to mean using the web as a platform, which I can still only just bear to use without scare quotes. The CEO of a company they've funded. They were also a kind of pleasure here too. Libraries are one place Common Lisp falls short.

You never have to compromise or ask anyone's permission, and if we raise a couple million, we can imitate nature's method as well as optimization. If applications run on remote servers, no one has proposed it before. Python hackers seems to be that that Python is a more elegant alternative to Perl, but what programmers think in. At every period of history, people have believed things that were just ridiculous, and believed them so strongly that you risked ostracism or even violence by saying otherwise. I didn't get to macros until page 160. But these are equivalent to money; the proof is profitability. What do you do now with telephones. Sometimes infix syntax is easier to read.

The complacent middle managers may not be easy, and common, to try Web-based software assumes nothing about the client, they can't be measuring intelligence. It may be that reducing investors' appetite for risk. To get the really high returns, you have to have extracurricular activities. They don't take board seats, so they are speaking from experience. If investors know you need money, and then sit around offering crits of one another's creations under the vague supervision of the teacher. And though you can't see it, cosmopolitan San Francisco is 40 minutes to the north. It seems only about 1 in 10 startups succeeds. So whether or not to invade his neighbor, but neither was expected to invent anything. They ask it the way you might poke a hermit crab in a tide pool, to see what it does. A programmer can sit down with you and cook up some promising project. You usually start collecting money from the most committed investors and work your way out toward the ambivalent ones, whose interest increases as the round fills up. You either get rich, how would you do it like a pilot scanning the instrument panel, not like a detective trying to unravel some mystery.

It stands to reason it would evolve. An angel round is not only common, but institutionalized. The less you spend, the easier it is to raise money before you can convince investors, you'll not only get market price, but it could be, not what your current competitors happen to have. There is some momentum involved. Empirically that doesn't seem to work very closely with a program written by the architect. And it's so easy to do: take risks. I can only access the fields by name, because that's where big systems come from.

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The examples in this respect. And especially about what other people thought of them. Rice and Beans for 2n olive oil or butter n yellow onions other fresh vegetables; experiment 3n cloves garlic n 12-oz cans white, kidney, or in one of those most vocal on the next round, though more polite, was no great risk in doing a small seed investment of 650k.

Thanks to Jessica Livingston, Trevor Blackwell, and Paul Watson for their feedback on these thoughts.

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cheerstofandomfamily · 5 years

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Like a rooster announcing a new day, I'm feeling "Optimistic"

Fair warning before you read this 14x06 post. I apologize in advance.. because this is just how my mind works sometimes.

I have never written a post that was so highly sexualized. Partially because I have been a quiet fan prior to this season, on tumblr, but also because umm DID YOU SEE THE EPISODE!?!

Thank you Richard Speight and Steve Yockey for giving my dirty mind the perfect episode.

This whole episode was just spot on, but let's take a look at the elephant in the room... in other words, the cock on the wall. (and used as decor in general, considering the resaturant is called Dicks.)

The camera work could not have made it clearer that we are supposed to relate roosters (aka cocks/dicks) to Dean, and not Jack. Everywhere Dean stood, sat, touched.

First, a conversation about courtship, dating, sex.

When did public discussion of this start making Dean uncomfortable? Remember in season 9 episode 8 "Rock and a Hard Place" where Dean purposefully had an entire monologue about how good sex feels to a group of women, in a chastity meeting?

The Dean we see now is SO DIFFERENT to the previous seasons. I'm so amazed every time I see a new level of growth from him.

So, this conversation between Jack, Wanda, and Dean.

"Courting?"

"That's what you do before you start dating."

"And that's what you do before the sex."

"Sometimes you just have the sex."

Cue Dean's nervous/awkward laugh as he sticks a finger out and turns the red cock away from him. (1 - a subtle rejection of the sex without relationship life. 2 - still not quite ready to address his sexuality/feelings for Cas.)

And for those few seconds, THAT was the focus. In a show that has a ton of stuff going on, they chose to give us that. As if we weren't already hyper-aware, they chose to make it more obvious that we are meant to see the connection here,

BECAUSE THEY WANT us to connect the two as the scene progresses. And then they gave us this.

Dean is seated between the two pictures of roosters. Color-wise, this could be indicative of the good vs evil struggle, the Cas vs Michael angel dynamic. It could be giving us the other half of the "is that your father?" "One of them" conversation from 14x03.

Since Dean then moves and, once again, sits DIRECTLY in front of another cock, we are given a clear view of the first two. The one he sits in front of, I'll talk a bit about now.

On either side of that rooster, we are given a picture of a field. The one on Dean's left has a barn (hello Cas' first appearance location) that is lit up by the ceiling lights. The other is dark and stormy, with a clear break in the lighting above. That's not an 'oops we forgot to put a light there.'

Here's a bit of a stretch, but I thought it was ironic. Again, looking from Dean's left (our right) and we have the first meeting between Dean and Cas in a barn. Then he spends multiple seasons trying to be a lone rooster, holding people at arm's length. Then we have the stormy picture, how many times has Cas died or been taken away from Dean somehow? (in contrast with Cas, in a sense, coming to life, taking a human form, choosing to stay with Dean.) That stormy picture is such negativity in comparison.

And now the last part of my little story on the wall. A happy picture, bright colors, same use of a ceiling light as the first, with TWO COCKS positioned facing eachother (lol).

Like, that wall alone is a mirror of Destiel.

🤷‍♀️

Sigh. I digress.

Jack once again is very clearly NOT positioned with the cocks, because they're trying to send us a message about DEAN.

And then Jack asks about romance, and Dean promises they'll have "the talk" when they get back to the bunker, and asks if Jack's ever read any romance novels?

Dean WHAT HAVE YOU READ?! Because the only novel I remember you reading is.. ahem.. written by one chuck shurley.

And you are in it. With Cas.

Ok here's the part I'm really sorry about 😂 At the beginning of the episode, we have Dean and Jack talking and having coffee in the bunker. Dean grabs a snack, and what does he have? A Spaghetti taco. As a food choice, I don't see the appeal. As a mirror for Dean's sexuality? PERFECT CHOICE!!! Spaghetti=noodles=MEN. Tacos.. well.. do I have to explain? I'll just say Tacos=WOMEN, and Dean's munching on both.

And then at the end of the episode, they're back in the bunker's kitchen, and this conversation happens.

"Silver stake through the heart. That oughta do the trick."

"And.. that's.. love."

"Ah heh, actually love can get crazier than that." - an actual quote from Dean

Mkay wait how would you know that mister. Since when did your (canon) love life ever get crazier than that? Did you make another mixtape that we don't know about?

I don't think I'll ever be over this episode, for SO MANY REASONS. Sam and Charlie were freaking awesome. The multiple other mirrors with the library, zombie, necromancer etc. I'm just amazed, and hopefully did my many rambling thoughts justice.

👏👏👏

@verobatto @emblue-sparks I'm sure you guys are working on posts of your own, but any thoughts you'd like to add, I'd love to hear them!

Anyone else is welcome to discuss as well!

#supernatural #destiel #spn #supernatural season 14 #supernatural spoilers #dean winchester #spn spoilers #mirrors

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