#IM SORRY BUT NO ONE HAS EVER MADE ME QUESTION MY SEXUALITY LIKE THEM

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Boy oh boy do I love being an asexual aromantic with intense aesthetic attraction (or perhaps gender jealousy??) for both Roberta Colindrez and Kelly McCormack

#IM SORRY BUT NO ONE HAS EVER MADE ME QUESTION MY SEXUALITY LIKE THEM #joke mostly. im pretty sure of my sexuality and its probably jealousy #but #seriously they both just do something for me i cant stop looking at pictures of them #i think i just wanna be them #roberta colindrez #kelly mccormack #lupe garcia #jess mccready #asexual #aromantic #lgbtq #genderqueer #aesthetic attraction #swish #aloto #a league of their own 2022 #jesslupe #baseball #butch women in baseball uniforms>>>>> #misc stuff

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ok im an absolute sucker for the “only one bed” trope, so….

could i please request a reader x ethan fic where there has already been a lot of mutual pining (maybe they were childhood best friends that have had feelings for the longest time ✋😩) and the final straw to all that sexual tension is possibly there being an argument or some angst and then having to share that room, being in such close proximity. Ends in smut please (been loving the switch!ethan btw)!

please and thank you 😩🙏

Jesus, this is a long one and I'm SO SORRY if that isn't what you wanted. I've literally tried to rewrite this 3 times but I had to build up the little angsty moments and all that stuff.

The Best Thing - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You and your friends go to a cabin for a week-long summer vacation. When plans change and you overhear that Ethan's upset about sharing a bed with you, it causes some issues in your friendship.

Contains: fluff, mutual-pining, angst, oral - both m and f receiving, p in v, unprotected-ish sex(reader's on birth control and pull out game is strong), kinda-rough sex, dom-ish Ethan. idk where the fuck I was going with this🥴

A/N: I'd like to apologize to those of you that like to read my stuff but don't like them to be super long. This is 7.6k words, so my bad🙃

For summer break, you and your friends decided to take a trip to the mountains, wanting fresh air and a calm environment in comparison to the current busy city you were in. After weeks of looking into cabins, you went with a cute 3-bedroom with a hot tub on the balcony that had a perfect view of the mountain line.

You were surprised that Sam was okay with Tara going without her, but the anxiety was apparent on the older sister’s face as she walked out of her bedroom in her pajamas carrying a taser in one hand and pepper spray in the other.

“I don’t like that you’re going without me, but I’ll feel a little better if you take these,” Sam said, dropping them into Tara’s purse.

“We’re just six teenagers going to the mountains to relax. What’s the worst thing that could happen?” Tara asked, as Mindy and Anika walked in.

“Have you ever watched a horror movie?” Mindy questioned, making Sam roll her eyes at the comment before looking back to Tara.

“You aren’t helping, Mindy,” Tara said, before directing her attention to Sam. “We’ll be safe, I promise.”

“You won’t have cell service up there…Fuck, please just find a way to call me every now and then so I know you’re okay,” Sam said, the stress obvious in her voice. “Please remind her,” she said to you, as she started to head back to her room.

“I will,” you promised, as Sam looked back to you and nodded.

After Sam closed her bedroom door, Tara started to whisper-yell at Mindy.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” Mindy sighed, “The guys are outside by the way.” You soon heard the front door open, and listened to Ethan’s groggy voice as he complained about having to get up at six in the morning. “Well, they were outside.”

“Are you guys coming? We need to stop for coffee, or energy drinks. I don’t care, I just need caffeine,” Chad said, before glancing at you and Tara’s bags on the ground. “You know we’re only going for a week, right?”

“Hey, it’s not that much stuff,” she smiled, walking over to kiss him. “We were hoping you two wouldn’t mind helping us carry our bags down.”

“Anything for you, babe,” Chad said, as Mindy made a fake-gag noise.

“Don’t act like you and Anika aren’t going to be acting all sweet and shit with each other,” you laughed, looking towards Ethan, “We are the fifth and sixth wheels on this trip.”

“As long as have you so I won’t be bored, that’s all that matters,” Ethan said, a sleepy smile playing on his lips. “I’ll grab your stuff.”

“Thanks,” you said, as he lifted your bag and walked towards the door.

You grabbed your pillow and blanket off the couch before you followed him, desperate to squeeze in a few more hours of sleep on the drive. Fortunately, Chad’s SUV had third-row seating, so you didn’t have to take two separate cars. You decided the back row was the perfect place for you as Ethan loaded your stuff. He crawled in the back with you, waiting for the rest of your friends to come down.

“Are you sleepy?” he asked, as you laid your pillow against the back window and snuggled up.

“Mhm,” you responded, as he started to laugh.

“Chad made this obnoxious road trip playlist. You’re not going to be getting any sleep.”

“Fuck,” you sighed, “I guess I can nap when we get there.”

“Yeah, like you won’t be wired after the coffee,” Ethan said, his knowing smile making you roll your eyes.

You’d been friends with Ethan since you were toddlers. He knew you better than anyone else, and it could get a little annoying at times. He always seemed to know what your exact reaction would be to everything. He knew all your secrets, and you knew all of his. Well, almost all of them. He’d had feelings for you for years, but the possibility of rejection and damage to the friendship has helped him keep that secret tucked away.

“Hey,” Anika smiled as she crawled in the second row as you and Ethan gave a small wave. Mindy slid in beside her, as Chad struggled to load Tara’s stuff in the back with everyone else’s.

“Seriously, babe. Why do you need all of this?” he huffed, adjusting the bags that were already put away like some complicated game of Tetris.

“You never know when you might need extra clothes,” Tara laughed, leaving him to figure it out.

“Ethan, can I put one of these bags back there with you guys?” Chad asked, after a few minutes of him trying to make everything fit.

“Yeah,” he responded, before looking over to you. “It looks like we’ll be really close on this five-hour drive.”

“I could just sit on your lap,” you suggested, as his eyes went wide. “I’m kidding, Ethan.”

He almost wished you weren’t kidding, wanting to be as close to you as he possibly could. Your random little sweet touches here and there had him constantly craving more, constantly craving you.

Chad passed Mindy the extra suitcase, then she struggled to pass it back to Ethan. He took it from her, the space it was taking up making him scoot even closer to you.

“Sorry,” he said, “I can always move up to Mindy and Anika’s row if you need the space.”

“Then who’s going to show me memes on the way there?” you asked, as he slid his phone out of his pocket.

“I saved so many good ones to show you.”

Once you hit the road, Chad wanted to stop by Starbucks. He planned to go through the drive thru, but after Tara mentioned how complicated and potentially messy it would be to pass coffee back to everyone in his spotless car, he decided to park so everyone could go in.

After you ordered and were about to pay for your stuff, Ethan pulled his card out.

“I got it,” he said, putting his card into the reader.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you smiled, “You don’t want anything?”

“I don’t need to. I’ll just steal sips of whatever the iced or frozen thing you ordered,” he said, as the barista handed you a cake pop. “You’re eating that for breakfast?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said, like it was the most obvious answer.

“I think I’m hungry, too. Maybe I should order something,” he said, glancing at the menu.

You held your cake pop closer to him as he smiled and took a bite. You giggled at the crumbs on his bottom lip as he chewed, reaching up to wipe them off with your thumb. The sweet action made his eyes flutter, but he tried to play it off.

“This is so good,” he said, “I’m sorry for judging your breakfast choice.”

“Just make out already,” Mindy said, smirking at the two of you.

“What, I can’t share with my best friend?” you asked, grabbing your drink off the counter as your name was called.

“Best friend my ass,” she said, as she noticed Ethan’s cheeks start to turn pink. “You just wiped his mouth for him. That isn’t really a friend thing.”

“It is for us,” you smiled, taking a sip of your drink.

Ethan was getting uncomfortable under Mindy’s knowing gaze. It was almost like she had the ability in that moment to read his mind and know how he actually felt. He quickly tried to change the subject.

“So, what are we going to do while we’re up there?” he asked, you and Mindy both responding “Relax” at the same time.

“Is that it? You guys don’t want to explore or anything?”

You started to shake your head, “Between the bears, snakes, and whatever the fuck else is out there…I don’t think so.”

“I’d protect you,” he smiled, playfully wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “You know I’ve been going to the gym with Chad, I think I could take on a bear.”

“For someone that’s so smart, your common sense isn’t really there, is it?” Mindy asked, making you laugh.

“You guys are mean. I’m going to the car,” Ethan said, snatching your drink out of your hand before walking away.

“Hey!” you said, chasing after him.

The rest of the friend group walked up to Mindy, watching you try to take your coffee back from Ethan as you walked out.

“I think this vacation is about to be interesting,” Anika said, as Tara started to smile.

“I hope so. You remember the Halloween party where she drank a little too much? She told me she’s had the biggest crush on him for years,” she said, as Chad started to freak out.

“What?! Why didn’t you ever tell me she said that? He thinks he’s in the friend zone.”

“He’s definitely not. They’re practically already together,” Tara shook her head as she laughed, grabbing her drink off the counter. “Don’t say anything, though. Let them figure it out.”

Chad nodded, as the rest of the drinks were called out, “Let’s hit the road.”

After a couple hours of driving, you started to tune out the music, and felt like you could take a short nap. The coffee wasn’t helping as much as you expected it to, probably because Ethan drank half of it. You struggled to get comfortable against the window, until Ethan finally spoke up.

“You could always lay on me, if you want to,” he suggested, as you sleepily turned your body and snuggled up against him. Your head rested against his chest as he slouched in the seat, trying to make you more comfortable. He had a sweet smile on his lips as he looked down at you, studying your peaceful face as you slept.

His smile dropped when he noticed Mindy and Anika had turned around, looking at him questioningly. He held his finger up to his mouth, not wanting them to say anything to wake you up.

It didn’t matter though, because when Chad started to play ‘Life Is a Highway’ for the third time in the drive, you stirred awake and pulled away from Ethan.

“Chad, I swear if you don’t change that song, I’ll throw your phone out the window,” you said, as he started to laugh.

“Someone’s grumpy,” he said, changing the song. “Hey guys, were stopping at the next exit.”

He soon pulled into the gas station, and everyone started to pile out of the car. Before you could walk into the store, a number Tara didn’t recognize popped up on the screen.

“Hello?” she asked, before she started to smile. “Oh, hey. Yeah, we’ll be there soon…wait, what happened?”

You exchanged glances with everyone, unsure of what was going on.

“Does that one still have a good view? And all the things the other cabin had?”

Chad started to shake his head, realizing that the vacation wasn’t going to go as expected. When Tara hung up, all eyes were on her as they waited for her to say what was going on.

“Okay, uh, the cabin we were supposed to stay in got trashed by last night’s guests. The only cabin they had left has three rooms, but they all have one bed.”

Ethan’s heart started to thump in his chest as he listened to her speak. As much as he wanted to share a bed with you, and wanted to be close to you, it was hard for him to hold back, especially when you liked to sleep in the shortest pajama shorts that the bottom of your ass would hang out of. Sometimes he felt like you knew you had the effect on him, the teasing seeming almost intentional at times.

“You okay?” you asked, as he still stood there, deep in thought as the rest of your friends had started to walk away.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he smiled, “Let’s get some snacks.”

Ethan walked towards Chad once you made it inside, and you noticed that he was stressed. You tried to listen but couldn’t really hear anything at first. Then Ethan started to speak a little louder, “I can’t sleep with her. We have to figure something else out. It’d be torture to share a bed with her.” Chad suggested that one of you sleep on the couch, and at that point, you were starting to feel a little hurt. The thoughts of ‘Do I make him uncomfortable?’ and ‘Why can’t he just talk to me about it instead of Chad?’ floating around your head.

You went to Tara, Mindy, and Anika as they grabbed their snacks for the rest of the drive.

“Do you guys mind if I sit with you the rest of the way there?” you asked Mindy, as a confused expression appeared on all of their faces. “I think I’m annoying Ethan.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Anika said, “But I highly doubt you are.”

“Then why was he just talking to Chad about not wanting to sleep in the same bed with me?”

Tara glanced over to the two boys as Mindy shrugged, “That’s a little weird…but once we get there, you should ask him about it.”

You nodded, before heading to the counter to pay for your stuff. You weren’t sure what Ethan’s problem was. He was okay with you snuggling up to him in the car, but the idea of him sharing a king-sized bed with you was something he didn’t want to do.

When you made it back to the car, Ethan got in first. He was confused when you sat in the second row with Mindy and Anika.

“You’re just going to leave me back here by myself?” he joked, but he was a little sad about it.

“Yeah, girl talk.”

He nodded at your short response, relaxing back into the seat and putting his seatbelt on. Chad gave him a look in the rearview mirror once he noticed the new seating arrangement. Ethan just shrugged, not knowing what was going on.

Chad leaned over to Tara and started to whisper, “What’s their deal?”

“She heard Ethan say he didn’t want to share a bed with her,” she whispered back, as Chad pulled away and sighed.

“You sure we can’t just…I don’t know, interfere a little?” he asked, as Tara shook her head.

“They need to figure it out on their own,” she said, glancing back to you.

“Okay, no more stops. We’ll be there in a little over two hours,” Chad announced, as he pulled back out onto the road.

You could feel Ethan’s eyes on the back of your head as you talked with Mindy and Anika. You felt bad for being a little cold to him, but your feelings were hurt. It’s not something he expected you to hear, but you couldn’t help but wonder if this was how he felt all the time whenever you’d be too close. But if that was the case, why would he suggest that you could sleep on him earlier?

Once you made it to the cabin and everyone started to get out, you looked around as you stretched. You saw another cabin off in the distance but couldn’t see a whole lot from where you were standing other than the trees. When you walked inside, your jaw dropped at the panoramic view out of the huge windows that lined the side of the cabin.

“This is gorgeous!” you said, walking over to the door that led to the deck. It was huge, stretching along the side of the house. There was a table, some rocking chairs, and a hot tub on the end of it.

“Too bad we have to hunt for our own food,” Chad said, as you looked over at him, “Just kidding. There’s a small grocery store not far from here. After we get all the stuff unloaded, we’re going to get what we need.”

Tara soon walked in, standing beside Chad as he put his arm around her.

“Are you mad at Ethan?” she asked, as you shook your head, not wanting to go into detail in front of Chad. “He seemed a little upset.”

“I guess I better go talk to him,” you groaned. You searched the house, seeing Mindy and Anika, but no Ethan. You finally looked outside to see him leaning against the car. He was deep in thought as you walked up to him.

“You should see the view. It’s beautiful,” you said, pulling him out of his thoughts as he looked at you.

“It’s kind of hard to even care about that when my best friend is mad at me,” he said, looking back down to the ground.

“I’m not mad,” you said, the cheeriness of your voice sounding fake.

“So, you’re mad and you’re lying to me. Cool,” he mumbled, pushing himself off the car and heading towards the back of it.

You followed after him, “I just thought we were getting a little too cozy.”

He scoffed at your words, “You’ve never cared about that before.”

“Okay, I’m going back inside. You can’t be mad at me for giving you the space you seem to want.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” he questioned, but you ignored him as you walked back into the cabin.

Chad soon joined him outside to help him carry in the stuff. He noticed Ethan’s mood, and started to feel bad that he knew you had your feelings, and if he’d just say something, the whole issue would be fixed.

“You okay, dude?” Chad asked, as Ethan started to walk towards the door with some of the luggage.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

As the day progressed, you brought up sleeping on the couch before Ethan could say anything. He argued that he should, but you eventually won the argument. The tension seemed to resolve a little. Your feelings were still hurt, but he was your best friend, and you didn’t want to spend the vacation mad at him.

When Chad talked about going to the store to get food again, you decided to stay at the cabin. The sun was starting to set, and the slight chill from the higher altitude made you really want to get in the hot tub. Ethan stayed with you, not feeling comfortable leaving you there by yourself. He sat in one of the rocking chairs as you walked out in your swimsuit with a towel in hand.

“You going to make me get in by myself?” you asked, smiling at him. He was trying so hard to not stare at your body, so he maintained eye contact.

“Fine, give me a minute,” he sighed, walking inside to change.

You eased into the hot water, sitting where you had the perfect view of the sunset over the mountain line. Ethan soon walked out and hung his towel over the side of the deck before climbing in to sit beside you.

“This is so beautiful,” you said, taking in the pink and orange hue in the sky. It was making your skin glow when Ethan looked at you.

“Yeah, beautiful,” he said, as you looked over to him and smiled. You sat in silence for a few minutes, before he spoke up, “What was with you earlier?”

You sighed, not wanting to say that you heard him talking to Chad, “I just, I don’t know. Maybe we’re getting a little too close.”

“Why do you feel that way?”

“I don’t feel like talking about it right now,” you said, before Ethan started to scoot away. “What?” you asked, looking over to him.

“If you think we’re getting too close, I’m giving you your space,” he said, before getting out.

“You’re going to get mad at me if I don’t feel like telling you what’s wrong?” you questioned, as he started to get mad.

“You tell me everything. Why can’t you tell me what’s wrong right now so we can move past it?”

“Because you don’t like to be open about what’s bothering you,” you snapped, climbing out as well. You slipped a little, almost falling on the deck before Ethan caught you. “Thanks, I got it.” You pulled away from him and walked inside to change into dry clothes.

Ethan didn’t know what you meant, because other than his feelings towards you, he was completely open. He knew you hadn’t figured that out, so he decided to pull Tara outside to the deck after your friends got back from the store.

“What’s up with her?” he nervously asked, “What did I do?”

“I’m not getting in the middle of this, so all I’m going to say is that you both just need to open your eyes,” she said, as he looked at her, still just as confused as he was before the conversation even started. “She’s your best friend. You know her better than anyone. You can figure this out.”

“It’d be so much easier if you just told me, though,” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “She thinks we’re too close. What’s that about?”

“Fuck, I’m not telling you anything else other than this, but she overheard you and Chad talking earlier about you not wanting to sleep in the same bed with her. She didn’t say what else was said, but her feelings were hurt. Now, go fix it,” she said, walking away from him.

He started to think back to the things he said, but there was no way he could just come out and apologize for making you feel bad without explaining why he said what he said. He was worried about ruining the friendship, but with the current state of it, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea to finally just tell you. You’ve never been in an argument, and you’ve never even gotten mad at each other, so it was all just so confusing for him as he tried to decide on the right thing to do.

When he walked back inside, he started to look for you. He asked Chad where you were before he pointed to you, asleep on the couch.

“I need advice, because I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing right now,” Ethan whispered to Chad, “She overheard our conversation earlier.”

Chad started to nod, as Ethan’s eyes went wide.

“You knew she heard it? Fuck, dude,” he sighed, “How do I tell her that the problem with us sharing a bed isn’t because I don’t want to be around her, but it’s because I won’t be able to keep my hands off her?”

“Wow, uh, I didn’t know things were that hard for you,” Chad laughed, as Ethan rolled his eyes.

“I just…I’m so fucking attracted to her, and I don’t want to make her uncomfortable,” he said, looking over to you to make sure you were still asleep. “I want to be affectionate with her, it’s hard enough when we aren’t trying to sleep in the same bed.”

“Maybe she wants the same thing,” Chad suggested, as Ethan shook his head.

“There’s no way. She would’ve shown me hints by now.”

“Just open your eyes,” Chad said, making Ethan a little irritated.

“That’s what Tara said. What does that even mean?” Ethan asked, as Chad shrugged.

“You’ll figure it out, I’m going to bed.”

Ethan decided to head to bed, hoping a good night’s sleep would help him come up with the answers he needed, but he couldn’t get comfortable. He just kept tossing and turning and couldn’t stop thinking about you.

You started to stir awake, noticing a sound coming from outside the front door. Once you heard the doorknob move the slightest bit, you jumped up and ran to Ethan’s room.

“Hey, something’s outside,” you said, as he slowly sat up and laughed a little.

“We are out in the middle of nowhere right now. I’m sure there is something outside.”

“The doorknob wiggled, Ethan. I can’t sleep out there by myself like that…unless you want to check it out for me,” you sighed, as he stood up.

From the moonlight that was flowing through the window, you noticed that he was shirtless, and that his workouts with Chad seemed to really be paying off. Not that it mattered, because you’d think he was attractive regardless. Then you noticed how low his sweatpants were hanging on his hips, and felt your mouth start to water.

Ethan took in your appearance, the shorts he fully expected you to wear snugly hugging your hips and your hard nipples from the cold air in the cabin showing through the thin material of your shirt. He wanted to just tell you to sleep in the bed with him, but he couldn’t. He’d gotten so used to all the little affectionate things you’d regularly do, things he chalked up to the friendship being so close, but it was still so hard for him to push his thoughts about you to the side.

“You don’t have to go out with me,” he said, walking towards the cabin door with you closely behind him.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you,” you said, making him laugh.

“Then why did you ask me to see what was out here?”

He slowly opened the door, the both of you jumping when a large raccoon scurried away.

“You’re worried about that cute little guy breaking in and snuggling with you on the couch?” he asked, as you rolled your eyes. “I’m kidding. Let’s make sure there’s nothing else out here.”

He pulled out his phone, turning the flashlight on and looking around to make sure there wasn’t anything else you needed to be concerned about. You noticed something along the tree line, it’s glowing eyes lit up by the light.

“What is that?” you asked, as it started to step a little closer.

“I think we should go inside,” he said, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the door.

That’s when the animal started to run, the fear coursing through your veins making you cling to Ethan.

“It’s a fucking deer,” he laughed, trying to catch his breath. You were still attached to him when he tried to pull away from you. “You’re safe, let’s go back inside.”

Once you made it back to your spot on the couch, he stood in the middle of the living room, starting to feel a little bad that he had that huge bed to himself. He noticed that you still seemed a little nervous from what’d just happened, and he let out a big sigh before he started to speak.

“Do you want to sleep in the room with me?”

“Not if it’s going to be ‘torture’ for you,” you said, as he started to get irritated.

“You don’t get it,” he said, walking back towards the room. You were really starting to get sick of all the conversations you’d had within the last day ending in one of you walking away, so you followed him.

“What don’t I get?” you asked, as he sat down on the side of the bed and looked at the floor. You walked around to stand in front of him, waiting for him to answer you. “I don’t want this entire week to be this way. Just fucking talk to me!”

He sighed, before looking up to you, “What you heard earlier isn’t as bad as you think it is…the torture thing you were talking about, just look at what you’re fucking wearing.”

You looked down at your choice of sleepwear and started to feel a little self-conscious. You tried to pull your shorts down a little, noticing how much they’d ridden up in your sleep. He watched you as you tried to cover your body.

“Hey,” he said softly, as your eyes connected with his, “I didn’t mean that in a bad way…Just…get in the bed, okay?”

“Tell me how you mean it then, Ethan. I can’t read your mind,” you said, walking back around to the other side of the bed.

“I will in the morning. I just need you to stay on your side of the bed,” he sighed, looking over to you.

“Fine,” you said, pulling the blanket over you as you settled into the bed. He lay on his side, his back towards you.

After a few minutes, he rolled over to face you. He couldn’t take it anymore, and he needed to know if you felt the same about him. “You know you mean a lot to me, right?”

“You mean a lot to me, too,” you smiled, as he moved closer towards you. “So I have to stay on my side, but you don’t?”

Your breathing started to get heavy when you noticed how close he was getting, his eyes looking into yours. He didn’t say anything as he leaned in, his lips gently kissing yours. You were so surprised by it that you didn’t kiss him back. You wanted to, but he pulled away before you had the chance for your brain to process everything.

He scooted back to his side, laying on his back as he started to think about how he’d just ruined the friendship.

“Ethan?” you asked, looking over to him.

“I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry,” he sighed, as you started to smirk. You knew that this was your opportunity to finally tell him how you felt now that he’d opened the door for it to happen.

“Ethan, are you interested in me?” you asked, as he nodded.

“It doesn’t have to be weird now, does it? You didn’t kiss me back, and that’s fine. It sucks, but I’ll get over it,” he said, as you sat up and inched closer to him.

“What if I don’t want you to get over it?” you asked, leaning down to kiss him.

The kiss was so needy, both of you craving each other as you moved to straddle him. His hands held your hips as yours went to his hair. After a few minutes, you pulled away, the both of you panting as his hands rubbed your hips. The way he was looking at you made you wet, as your hips started to grind against him.

“Shit,” he quietly groaned, not wanting your friends to hear him.

“You okay?” you asked, looking down at him. He nodded, desperate for you to make another move. You reached down to grab the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, his eyes going wide as he stared at your chest. His hands reached up to massage your breasts, the feeling making your eyes flutter, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You kept grinding against him as whimpers started to slip past your lips from the friction against your clit and the feeling of his fingers pinching at your nipples.

“You have to be quiet,” he whispered, moving his hands back to your hips to make you move faster.

“Wait,” you mumbled, your hips coming to a stop. You started to move off him, noticing the wet spot on his sweatpants from where your wetness had soaked through your panties and the thin shorts. “Can I suck your cock?”

He felt like he could cum from those words alone as he nodded his head. “I need you to tell me, baby. Use your words,” you teased, rubbing your hand over his hard cock.

“Please,” he whimpered, the sound making you cock your eyebrow as you smiled at him. He adjusted his hips so it was easier your you to slide his sweatpants and boxers down, his heart pounding in his chest. He’d tried to imagine what your mouth would feel like before, but as soon as he actually felt it, it was better than he could’ve ever imagined. Your tongue licked up the underside of his cock and swirled around the tip. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, before you took him in your mouth. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

You’d barely done anything to him yet, and he was already being so vocal. Your core was throbbing as you took him as far as you could, the gagging feeling making him gasp. His hand went to the back of your head, gently encouraging you to keep going.

You knew he was getting close when the light grip he had on your hair got tighter, his actions making you moan around him as you started to move faster. His bottom lip was in between his teeth as he watched you, trying so hard not to be loud. It only took your throat tightening around him a few more times before he finally let his whimpers out again.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he said, his eyes fluttering and his jaw falling open as he started to release in your mouth. You got him through it, before sitting up and smiling at him. “There’s no way that just happened,” he sighed in disbelief as he caught his breath. “That was amazing.”

“Well, it definitely did happen. I can still taste your cum.”

He groaned at your words before he flipped you over and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Fuck, Ethan,” you gasped out, his tongue swirling against you as he sucked. He moved to the other side, looking up at you as his teeth grazed against your nipple. Your hand reached down to rub yourself over your shorts, the throbbing in your core starting to hurt.

“Let me take care of you, baby,” he said, kissing down your tummy. He stopped at the top of your pajama shorts and looked up at you before sliding them down. “This is okay?”

“Mhm,” you got out, as your fingers started to run through his hair. He leaned his head into it, loving the feeling of your nails against his scalp.

His fingers went under the waistband of your shorts as he started to pull them down. With how tight they were, he was struggling to get them over your ass. You started to giggle, lifting your hips a little so he could get them off of you easier. He leaned back a little to pull them down your legs before he leaned back down to where you needed him.

“Can you put your hands back in my hair?”

You nodded, your fingers tangling in his curls as he licked a stripe up your clit.

“Shit,” you gasped, as he really started to get into it. He kept alternating between swirling his tongue against your clit and dipping it inside of you. You started to whimper a little louder than he wanted you to, so he pulled away. The lack of contact made you whine as a hushed laugh slipped past his lips and he shook his head.

“I want to make you feel good, but you need to be quiet, baby,” he said, his eyes looking into yours. You nodded, knowing how hard it was going to be for you.

His head went back to his place in between your thighs, placing gentle licks to your clit as he started to push one of his fingers into you. You tried to muffle your moans with your bottom lip, but once he added a second finger and started to move it against that spongy spot inside of you, you had to cover your mouth with your hand.

His eyes looked up into yours as you started to tug harder on his hair. He was proud of himself, so happy that he was the one that was making you feel so good that you were struggling to keep your sounds in.

“Keep moving your fingers just like that,” you whined, before covering your mouth again.

He inched you closer and closer to your orgasm, your toes curling against the sheets as the grip on his hair made him groan against you. The feeling of your pussy starting to flutter around his fingers made him groan even louder as he thought about how amazing it would feel around his cock. Your body started to shake as he used his free arm to pin your hips down so he could work you through it. Once your pussy stopped clenching, your grip on his hair relaxed, a goofy smile on your lips as he looked back up at you.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, as you started to make grabby hands at him.

He hovered over you and looked into your eyes as your arms wrapped around him. You felt his hard cock press against you as you started to wiggle your hips a little underneath him.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said, as you rolled your eyes.

“Just pull out,” you said with a smirk, his eyes going wide at the suggestion. “I’m on birth control, it’s fine.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned, as he reached in between the two of you to line up with your entrance.

He slowly slid inside of you and stilled to give you time to adjust to his size. He started to kiss you as you grew impatient.

“Please,” you mumbled against his lips as he smiled.

“Please what?” he questioned, not moving until he heard what you wanted.

“Please fuck me,” you said, your words dripping with lust as you pleaded.

He started to move as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He watched the faces you were making with each thrust, not wanting to miss a single one.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his hips moving a little faster.

He started to drill into your g-spot as your fingernails drug across his back. You were trying to be quiet, but it was getting harder with each deep thrust.

“Quiet, baby,” he warned, his hips slowing a little. “You’re going to wake everybody up.”

“Make me be quiet,” you said sweetly, an almost animalistic look appearing in Ethan’s eyes at your words.

He leaned in to kiss you as he sped back up, his mouth catching all your moans. You reached in between his body and yours to rub quick circles on your clit. When your moans turned into high-pitch whimpers, he pulled his mouth away from yours and replaced it with his hand as he mercilessly pounded into you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours and the faint tapping of the headboard against the wall filling the room.

“That’s it, baby. You can take it,” he whispered, as your eyebrows started to furrow, and your pussy started to clench. “You’re doing such a good job for me.”

He was sure he was going to have scratches all over his back as your nails just kept digging, but he didn’t let up.

“You gonna cum?” he asked, as you quickly nodded your head. “Cum for me, baby.”

That’s all it took for you to start shaking underneath him. The way your pussy spasmed around him felt so good that his own orgasm was quickly approaching.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, pulling out and shooting his hot cum all over your stomach.

He sat on his knees as he caught his breath. Your sleepy smile made him smirk as he started to get up.

“Do you want to take a shower with me? At least to get this off you?”

You nodded, as he slid off the side of the bed. He tried to help you up, your legs wobbling as soon as your feet touched the floor.

“You okay?” he asked with a small laugh as you walked in front of him.

“Yeah, that was…wow,” you said, your brain still clouded with the post-orgasm haze.

“Shh, we need to be quick. I don’t want anyone to see us naked,” he whispered, leading you down the dark hall to the bathroom.

You grabbed some of the complimentary body wash off the counter as Ethan cut the shower on. He stepped inside as you followed, the water flow washing his cum off you. You stayed silent for the most part, other than the occasional small laughs slipping out as you’d thought about what you’d just done with your best friend.

Once you stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry off, Ethan’s hands wrapped around your waist as he kissed your wet shoulder.

“If I would’ve known that was going to happen, I would’ve kissed you sooner,” he said, pulling away to dry himself off. When he turned around, you noticed the bright red marks that ran front his shoulder blades to the middle of his back.

“Uhm, it looks like you’re going to be wearing a shirt for the rest of this trip,” you said, as he turned around to look at it in the mirror.

“Damn, I look like I was mauled,” he laughed, as you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him.

“Let’s go to bed,” you mumbled, as the two of you walked out on your towels.

When you made it back to the room, you started to grab clothes to put on when Ethan stopped you.

“Can we just sleep naked?” he asked, smiling as you nodded.

You crawled back into the bed scooting to the middle as he laid down beside you. Your head went to his chest as his fingers traced patterns on your back, the soothing motion soon putting you to sleep.

When you woke up the next morning, Ethan was starting to stir awake, too, hearing the voices of your friends as they talked in the kitchen.

“I guess we should get up,” you said, as you started to pull away. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him.

“How do you feel about lazy morning sex?” he asked, as you smirked at him.

“Last night wasn’t enough for you?” you questioned. He shook his head in response.

You glanced down and noticed that the blanket was halfway down his thighs, his hard cock on display.

“Can you be quiet though?” he asked, as you shrugged.

“Probably not, but let’s try it,” you said, “How do you want to do this?”

“Roll over onto your side.”

You did as he said, his hands immediately starting to roam from your thigh, up your side and to your breast.

“Do you need me to eat you out first?” he asked, sitting up a little to look at you. “Because I really don’t mind doing that again.”

You giggled at his eagerness before shaking your head. “I’m already wet, and we don’t have a lot of time.”

“Fine,” he sighed, adjusting your hips to slide into you.

His thrusts were slow as his hand held onto your hip. Sweet kisses were placed along your shoulder as you started to move your hips back to meet his.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered, “and your skin is just so soft, and your just so beautiful.”

You smiled as he kept saying sweet things to you, his thrusts starting to speed up.

“Fuck, baby,” you whimpered out, as the tip of his cock kept hitting that special spot inside you. “That feels so good.”

“Shhh,” he whispered, as his hips moved faster. You were struggling to meet his thrusts, the tiredness from only a few hours of sleep catching up to you. “It’s okay, babe. I’ll do all the work.”

He kept hitting that spot as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“I don’t think I can be quiet,” you said, the nervousness evident in your voice. You were tensing up, not wanting to cum because you didn’t know what would come out of your mouth.

“You’re almost there, baby. Just relax,” he cooed, as his hand went from your thigh to cover your mouth again.

You were whimpering into his hand as the euphoric feeling started to wash over you, your pussy tightening around him as he tried to fuck you through it. It got harder for him the tighter you squeezed.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he said, pulling out and painting your lower back with his release.

In that moment, you heard a light knock on the door.

“Fuck,” Ethan whispered, pulling the blanket back up to cover the both of you.

You both closed your eyes as the door eased open, trying to make it seem like you were still asleep. Chad peaked in, before quickly backing away and closing the door.

You started to giggle as Ethan pulled away, “I need to get this off of you before it gets all over me and the bed.”

He grabbed a few tissues out of the box on the nightstand and cleaned your back for you. You rolled over as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Let’s get dressed. I’m starving,” you said, as he pulled away.

He nodded as you slid off the bed, watching you as you walked to the other side of the room to grab your clothes. He hated to watch you put them back on, wishing the two of you could just stay naked in bed together all day.

“I guess this friendship isn’t so innocent anymore,” he said, sliding his shirt on over his head.

“Friendship? After last night and this morning this is still just a friendship?” you questioned, as he walked over to wrap his arms around your waist.

“You’re right, it’s way more than that,” he smiled, leaning in to kiss you.

“You better not say we’re just fuck buddies, either. I’ll drown you in the hot tub,” you said with a smirk, as you got ready to walk out to join your friends.

“You’re way more than that, babe.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream smut #ethan landry smut #scream

[nightmaree-eyess]

Second in command

Arcane fanfic

Summary: jinx took over silcos crime ring when he died and you are her second in command

Word count: 1238

Tags: au, lesbian jinx, y/n, femme reader,hurt/comfort, imagine, action/adventure, angst, romance, everyone is alive, implied drugs, hallucinations, implied emotional abuse

My days are pretty boring and monotonous for being second in command for the biggest crime ring in Zaun. I wake up, make my tea, go to work, take inventory, and go home. Obviously my days aren't exactly the same but they are similar enough. Today was one of those days.

“Jinx wants to see you.”

Ugh sevika. She thinks she runs this place since she's been with the ring the longest. She thinks she deserves to run this place.

I rolled my eyes at her in response

“Look just because your girlfriend is uppity about me doesn't mean you have too.”

“Just because my head is between her legs, doesn't mean it's up her ass too.”

Sevika grimaces and I groan and walk away from taking inventory. I don't feel like dealing with her bullshit today. Or ever really.

I push the door open with my shoulder to jinx’s office. The doors are heavy and made of rusted iron. The handles are vials of shimmer. The doors creak as I enter.

“Hello y/n”

Jinx turns around to face you in her chair behind the desk.

“Hi baby, what's up?”

“Don't call me that you know I hate pet names. But can you grab my shimmer for me? My eye is fucking killing me.”

Sometimes I feel more like a monkey than her girlfriend. Just another one of her employees but with more sexual benefits.

I grab the shimmer from the table and straddle her to get a better angle. A part of me only uses that as an excuse to get closer to her.I take her chin and angle her head upwards, take the syringe, and inject her eye. Her left eye looks like a nuclear sunset with a void in the middle. She winces in pain for a moment.

“Ah fuck. That never gets easier” jinx groans

You take her face and plant a soft kiss on her forehead and she raises her hand to yours. You step backwards to put the syringe away.

“This wasn't the only reason i called you in here”

I think she wants a sexual favor from me. That's usually how this goes but she keeps talking.

“ I have a job I want you to come along and it's a pretty serious one. I wanted my assistant to come with me. Id send one of the other employees but i feel like theyd fuck this job up. And we have the power they don't.”

Finally I'm starting to feel important. Jinx usually did the negotiating while i kept things running on the inside. But I never really felt like I had the power people claimed I had as jinx’s girlfriend and assistant.

“Sounds good. But what's the job?” i questioned

“We have to go to piltover and talk to jayce talis about importing more shimmer through their harbors. Business is booming right now and we need to make bigger shipments. And I need you there just in case things go wrong.”

“Like a bodyguard? Am I getting a demotion?” i joke

“Ha. ha. Funny. You think I'm some joke? You don't think I can handle myself? You think im gonna fuck up the job like i fuck everything up right?!”

“No, I-Im sorry” i raise my hands in defeat

“Good. Because it sounded like my girlfriend and assistant were doubting my abilities. Remember who's above you y/n. I'll let you know the details later. Now get the fuck out of my office.”

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“Hello ladies, glad to be in your presence.” Jayce bows sarcastically

“Yeah whatever, let's just get to business.” jinx groans

I follow them into an empty alley. I thought maybe we’d be in an office or something but maybe the guy doesn't want us knowing where he resides. Jayce starts the convo

“Ok you called a meeting with me and i only have 15 minutes. So get to the point.”

“We want to import more shimmer through the harbors. Business is booming a-”

“No.”

“No? What do you mean no? This would benefit both of us in the long run and youre fucking delusional not to think so.”

“I already have the council up my ass. I can't import more shimmer without it being suspicious. The answer is no.”

Jinx pulls out her gun and points it at jayce

“We import more shimmer through your harbors or you get a bullet in the skull. Its honestly your choice”

Next thing I know there's a flash of blue illuminating the sky, the boom of a gun, and a warm feeling running down my chest. I slip into the void at peace.

—---------------------------------

I flutter my eyes open and see a distorted jinx next to me

“You're nothing to me. You're just a dog that I bet on and you're losing.” she laughs maniacally

I try to sit up but I'm paralysed. What the fuck is going on? Before I can process anything I drift away again.

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I squint my eyes open. I'm in a sketchy room, on a twin sized mattress on the floor.

“Oh god, baby I'm so glad you're alive!”

You feel jinx’s warm lips against your clammy forehead

“Wha- ow fuck” you clutch your chest

“I'm so sorry baby, I'm so so sorry. I shouldn't have brought you along I jinxed it like i do everything this is all my fault im sorry”

“What are you talking about?”

“I-i accidentally shot you when jayce let off a bomb. I got startled and I shot you. Jayce died when the bomb went off but I got lucky. You… died when I shot you. I brought you to singed because i knew he could revive you…like he did me and it worked. Now you have to inject yourself with shimmer where you were injured to stay alive. I shouldn't have ever threatened jayce in the first place. This is all my fault.” she sobbed

“This… is a lot to process.” i wince in pain

“I'm so sorry. I've been cold and distant with you and you don't deserve that. Even though I keep you at arms distance, I love you. I didn't realise how much I loved you until I lost you. If I lost you…then I would have no one left. I need you in my life. You make my days brighter, you support me in ways no one else does, and I never want to take you for granted ever again. I want to love you the way you deserve, if you'll let me?”

I try my best to sit up to kiss her but I can't. Jinx fills in the space and kisses me passionately and deeply. Like if she stopped kissing me she'd lose me again. I break the kiss.

“I know. I love you too”

She climbs into bed with me. We are so close that we could almost merge into one. She pushes my sweaty strands of hair out of my face and kisses me softly on my nose and we drift off to a blissful sleep. And even though this is the most pain i've ever been in i'm the happiest i've ever been.

#jinx fanfiction #jinx x reader #jinx x y/n #arcane x reader #jinx arcane #arcane fanfic #arcane #arcane reader #arcane netflix #arcane jinx #jinx #jinxarcane

[misty-zzz]

Pst! If you've read this before, then make sure to reread it frequently! i may add or delete some stuff! :3 LAST EDITED: 4/27

sorry this is so long

Hello, hi! You can call me Misty!

I’m the human, furry, raccoon, mantis shrimp, and dragon (sand dragon), starkin, oceankin, therian/otherkin. I’m slightly insane but who cares.

I go by she/her/they/them + neos (star/starself and wave/waveself)

(Pink- I talk about a lot.

Orange- a little, not too much.

Blue- I’ve never mentioned, but I am in)

My main interest are:

Object shows (mainly hfjONE)

Tally hall

Will wood

Lemon demon

regretevator

the owl house

msm

Vocaloid/project sekai

Murder drones

The amazing digital circus

Five nights at Freddie’s

hazbin hotel

Billie bust up

Zelda

Stardew valley

My tags:

Misty's random thoughts - talking abt what ever i want to

misty's ocs doing silly stuff - showing off my ocs

misty drawz - art tag

I am also a young artist, duh. I always try to do something new with my drawings. Here’s some of my favorite pieces of art I made!

I also often post art dumps of traditional arts that I usually draw at school.

If you couldn’t tell by the art above, one other au I’m working on is the hoo-man au. Honestly whenever there’s a franchise I love that has non-human characters, I turn them into people XD. 

I don’t have many other socials, I blame my parents.

YouTube (other youtube)

And Pinterest

Yeah I only have those :P

DNI: homo/transphobic, furry/therianphobic, other average dni, like pedo/zoo, pro Israel, yawn. Yeah.

i dont really care if youre younger or older than me, just if you are older than 18, please just dont be creepy. i will block if youre creepy.

also no sexual stuff, i dont mind jokes (sometimes some jokes can be a bit much), but besides that, nty, reminder, im a minor (im also asexual)

Idk what else to say, enjoy my stuff I guess

if your going to ask me something, dont spam, and i dont like it when you ask something that could easily be a post on your blog. i much rather have actual questions for you guys to get to know me better! and i wont answer all questions, i do see them, i just honestly forget to answer it, and im too embarrassed to answer it 😭

Feel free to use the dividers, I made them! 

#misty’s random thoughts #remade this lol

[grippingbeskar]

salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter eleven - eye for an eye

[series masterlist] [previous chapter]

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 4.0k

warnings: canon typical violence, swearing, mentions of death, blood, injuries, bruises/hickeys, a lil bit of SEXUAL TENSION AND SHIIII whaaaaa omfg!!!!

a/n: this is probably the least amount of plot i have put in a chapter thus far, but i hope you forgive me. pray with me!!!!! i’m writing this series so fast bc every new chapter im like ‘okay no THIS is my favourite one. no this.’ wnhdhshfhdh.

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“So, you cook too?” Walking over to the kitchen counter, you can’t ignore the smell of whatever he’s making any longer.

“Sometimes.”

“Someone had you well trained.” As soon as the words come out, you regret them. To his credit, he only stops for about a second, and then keeps cooking. Trust you to put your foot in your mouth, especially about that. “Sorry, I-“

“You’re good. She was an amazing cook. This is… nothin’.” Your heart swells at the small piece of himself and his past life he shares with you, maybe spurred on by your own confession not that long ago. Letting the silence hang around the both of you, you lean over the pot, trying to see inside, and when he turns you grab a spoon and scoop some of the contents out. “Hey.”

“Oh, this is actually good!” You say with a mouth full of whatever he was making, and he snatches the spoon out of your mouth and chucks it in the sink.

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

“What is it?” He doesn’t answer - no, he does, you just have no idea what the words he uses mean. Whatever it is, you have never heard of it before. Clearly, you look as confused as you feel.

“Rice. Meat. Other stuff.”

“Other stuff?”

“You said it tasted good. You’ll eat it.” A bowl full of food appears in front of you. It’s steaming hot, and smells so good your mouth starts watering immediately. Leaning forward on your forearm, you swirl the food around in the bowl, letting the steam hit you straight in the face.

The last time you had a meal cooked specifically for you was 12 years ago. Your dad had made it, trying to smooth things over with your mother who was still worrying about the threats he received at his work. She was right to worry, but your dad just wanted to see her smile. You can remember that last night so clear.

You don’t hesitate any longer, practically shovelling it into your mouth. You don’t think you’ve ever tasted something quite like it, although it might be the fact that all your meals have been half frozen and you don’t have anything to compare it to. Either way, it was fucking incredible, and whatever noise you make has Frank looking up over his own bowl, eyes wide, staring right at you.

“Good?” Nodding enthusiastically, he laughs and continues to watch your movements over his food. You can feel his eyes on you, it’s almost like a sixth sense now. You can always tell when he’s looking at you, it has a weight of its own, like his gaze is something to be earnt, to be deserved.

“So fucking good.” You take a final scoop from your bowl, and the fork clatters against the metal. You see Frank swallow, and finally his eyes drop down, shifting his weight to the other foot. “Where’d you learn all this stuff from?”

“To cook?”

“Cooking, knife throwing, all the fun stuff.” He takes your bowl and chucks both of them in the sink, turning back to face you. He leans on his forearms over the counter, and you would only be about half a meter apart.

“Marines for both.”

“You learnt how to cook from being a Marine?”

“Learnt to be resourceful. You don’t get a lot of supplies, and eating the same shit every day will kill you. Eventually you gotta try something new. All the guys would combine the rations every week, see what we could make with it.”

“They teach you to throw knives, too?”

“They teach you to throw anything with a point.” Frank turns around, and you think that’s where you get the nerve to ask your next question.

“Did they teach you how you taught me?” You see his hands grip the edge of the sink he was facing. What was too far between you now? Where was he going to draw the line? Technically, you kissed him. First, as least.

“What are you trying to say?” His voice was low, careful; like he didn’t know the answer either.

“Well, maybe if the marines taught you to kiss, you’d be a bit better at it.” There’s a second of nothing. Maybe this whole thing will implode on you. Everything else was - your plan of freedom, now relying on the cops and an agent you met a day ago, your plan to get your brother out, resting on the fact that the Colonel or the Gnucci’s haven’t killed him already. It would make sense that this very fragile situation would come crashing down, the final pin in the coffin, would be fitting.

You thought you’d be able to deal with it - having those half parts of him, not knowing where you stand, but within an hour your breaking your own rules, and-

Then he laughs.

His shoulders relax - his entire posture slumps a little, no longer tight and straight, and he laughs. His grip on the sink releases and he turns around.

“You’ve got to be kidding me right now.”

“What!? I’ve had a slap in the face more satisfying than that.” It was a lie. A deadly, blue faced lie. Even though it was hardly a sliver of what you wanted to do to him, the slight brush of your lips even just for a few seconds was enough to send you into orbit. It was unsatisfying only in the way it had you begging for more.

You wouldn’t tell him that though.

“That right?”

“That is right.” You can’t tell if Frank is about to kiss you again, or punch you in the face, but he can’t do either with the table in between you. He has the same thought. “Big bad Punisher, but can’t even kiss a girl right.”

“That’s what you think?” You feel like prey; he’s stalking around the counter, one of his giant hands fisted at his side. His eyes were on you, searching for resistance. Confusion. Anything that would tell him to stop. You turn on your chair so he’d be able to reach you, and he takes it as a sign. He wasn’t going to be tentative this time, if only to shut you up.

“That’s what I think.” He’s finally standing in front of you, his breathing controlled in comparison to your own short, sharp intakes. He takes another step, nearly slotting himself in between your open legs, that aren’t being held together by anything now that you have spun on the bar stool, back digging into the counter. “What are you gonna do about it, Castle?”

“Your bitin’ off a whole lot more than you can chew, sweetheart.” There it is. God, if anyone else said it you’d probably find it grating, but him. His voice was so low it vibrated through your chest when he spoke, and your mouth was going dry like that time you saw him shirtless. Still, he was being drawn in by this confidence act, and you had to keep it up, lure him in just a little closer.

“I don’t know about that. I’m pretty sure I can handle it, by the looks of things.” Looming over your head, his thighs came between your legs, forcing them open to accomodate his width. He was so big. It made even someone with your abilities feel smaller. He leant forward, one of his hands going past you, fingertips brushing your side, and it landed on the edge of the counter. Your eyes followed it, and that’s when you saw the marks.

Four, small indents on his forearm. They were starting to heal over, but they were still a bit raw. Small, but there. There was a slightly larger one on the other side of his arm, and the marks perfectly matched up with your hand. You did that to him, last night, when he was sewing you up. Your fingers lightly traced over the marks, lining them up with your now blunt hands.

“From last night?” He nodded, face inches from your own. If you looked up, your noses would touch. “Sorry.”

“T’s alright. I got your head pretty good last time. Call it even.” You knew he was talking about the scar on your temple, the one he seems fixated on. It’s one of your favourites.

“I broke your arm, too.” You can see another scar, from where your thumb broke his skin snapping the bone. Lightly, you slide the pad of your thumb over it, and his breath hitches just once. You smirk. The mask cracks, just slightly. “So, not even.”

“So I’ve still got a mark left?” You nod, and leave your hand wrapped around his forearm when you look up. You were right - your noses touch. “I think I know how I wanna use it.”

His free hand holds your face, and he pulls you to him. As soon as your lips touch, you feel everything else disappear.

There was nothing withholding in this kiss.

His hand snakes back into your hair, tangling the strands as he kisses you, hard. His lips are almost bruising with how close you are, but you are pushing back into him just as hard, not giving him an inch of doubt. All those cliche sparks flying moments you watched in movies as a kid doesn’t even do it justice. It’s more like your insides turn molten, everything hot and crackling.

The arm next to you hooks behind and you arch into him, your chest pressing onto his. He swipes his tongue on your bottom lip, a desperate question, and when you open your mouth for him, he nips at the skin before tasting every part you give him. You think you moan his name, or something that sounds close enough, because he steps into you one final time, and you feel the seam of his jeans against your core.

You roll your hips, driving on pure instinct, and suddenly you’re in the air. Frank drops his hand from your face to hold you up, and the arm around your back goes to your neck, holding you in place. He was kissing you unlike anyone had ever kissed you - like he was proving something. You moaned into his mouth, and he broke apart, keeping his forehead pressed to yours.

“You’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy.” His words are slurred, and before you can formulate any semblance of a reply he’s on you again, teeth and tongue and lips a complete whirlwind of liquid gold all over your skin.

He was walking you backwards, towards the room with the bed, and the butterflies in your stomach were flipping in circles. He dragged your bottom lip between his teeth, opening his eyes to get a look at you before kissing you again, and you heard his shins hit the frame of the bed.

If he laid you down right here, you don’t think anything would stop you from tearing his clothes off and fucking him until neither of you could breathe. The hand underneath you was grabbing your ass, encouraging each roll of your hips as you felt him harden underneath you. His lips leave you again, and he nudges your head back with his nose. You let him move you, and he begins hungrily kissing and biting his way down your neck.

It was making you squirm. The way his lips switched from soft and sweet to hard, letting his teeth nip ever so slightly making you yelp, then smoothing it over with his tongue in apology, making you moan. Your head dropped forward onto his shoulder, and you were still in his arms, standing at the end of the bed.

“Fuck, Frank.” You hear him groan, and feel it against your skin. You know exactly what he’s doing - leaving a mark like you told him he could. It makes you feel hotter, and your body shudders under the attention. He finally starts to come back up, kissing under your jaw, then your cheekbone, then kissing the scar on your temple, and eventually landing home at your lips again.

This time he kisses you slower - still hard and sure, but slow. Sweet, almost, a word you don’t usually use to describe the hardened vigilante. There wasn’t a part of you that wasn’t against him, and with the jeans he was wearing, they weren’t hiding any of your effect on him. He pulled away with a groan as you rolled your hips again.

“We…” He says, his hot breath kissing your cheek. His voice is strained, like how he talks in the morning. It makes you move against him again. “We can stop, if you...”

It’s a question as much as an answer. He’s giving you an out, but he’s also asking himself. Does he need to wait? Sure - it had been a long time since you had done anything like this with anyone, and even then you were extremely…inexperienced, for all your bravado. He had a wife.

A wave of guilt came over you. A wife. You could feel the wedding ring, burning a whole in your chest that was pressed against him. Maybe he couldn’t… or didn’t. Just plain didn’t. You stopped moving.

“We can.” You were still out of breath, replaying the last few minutes in your head. You had a feeling they would be making recent visits in your brain. You’d be lucky if you could ever think of anyone else.

Both of you seem to be waiting for the other. He was still holding you, one strong hand splayed on your back, holding you close, the other holding you up, on your ass. You swallowed, unsure of who should break the silence.

Neither of you do, and he doesn’t seem to be able to hold himself back from kissing you again. Spinning around, his lips stayed on you as he laid you back onto the bed, crawling up your body until you were propped up by the pillows. His hips held you to the mattress, pinning you down with the most incredible pressure, and you were almost positive you were seeing stars.

Hands roamed free, one of yours scraping through his scalp, through the short strands of hair that were growing longer the more time he spent with you. There was now enough to grab a small handful, and you did, earning another low groan into your mouth, and another buck of his hips. Every time he moved he was pushing himself right against your centre, and you were almost positive if he kept going, you would finish right here, just at the pressure of him being on top of you.

“Frank.” You practically whine, and he stops, hovering his mouth just over yours. You thought it came out more as a moan, but there must have been more question in it, because he pulls back.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” With those eyes looking up at you, and that god damned nickname, you could have melted right there. He pulled his body off you a little more, and you start to think about what your doing. What this would mean, where you are, who you are and why the hell this would happen to you of all people.

“We- you don’t have to. I dont want you to think that…”He pushes up on his forearms, and the chain of the ring that hangs around his neck slips out just slightly. You want to tell him so much - that you don’t deserve this light headed feeling he’s pulled from you, but if it’s something that he wants you would give it all to him. You want to tell him that as much as you might not get a happy ending, he deserves one, and he shouldn’t throw that chance away with you. You want to tell him how you…feel. As lame as it sounds. You want him to know what your thinking, even if you can’t sort it out for yourself.

You take too long, though, and he’s pushing off you, leaning back onto his knees. Whatever words you were going to say are lost.

He was still looking at you, his chest beginning to return to a normal breathing rate as he slumps down next to you, bed groaning under the sudden weight.

“Think we’re um-“ He starts, and you hear his head turn on the pillow, looking at you. “Think we’re even now.”

“What?”

His hand comes up from his side, the rough pads of his fingers gently brushing over the sensitive spot just under your jaw. You almost flinch at the contact, and you know exactly what was there.

“Ah. Felt better than a broken arm, I bet.” You say, struggling to swallow as his fingers remain on your throat, tracing aimless lines on your skin. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t-“

“Don’t. Don’t apologise. Never for that.” A single nod manages to move your head, and you turn on your side to face him fully. He keeps his hand on you, now moving up to cup the side of your face, thumb running along your cheekbone.

“You learn those moves in the marines, too?” A smile that meets his eyes spreads across his face, matching yours, and he shakes his head.

“You’re makin’ it real hard not to kiss you again.” Everything turns to that molten hot lava again, and you’d be surprised if he couldn’t feel how hot you were under his hand.

“I wasn’t tell you to stop. Before.” His hand, gentle as it always has been, hooks under your chin, pulling you forward. Your body follows, and you shuffle closer. He kisses you again, your eyes fluttering closed to soak it in. It lasts only a second.

“We got time.” Was all he said, then he pulled away. You blew out a breath, searching for a distraction so you didn’t pounce on him.

“Yeah. Especially if you’re waiting for me to memorise all those maps.”

“You were staring at them for an hour.” He turns his head back up to the ceiling, and drops his arm up above your head. “Surely you got something.”

“Well, I was right. We need to go in the back. The blue prints look like they were making lower levels under the elevator shaft, but there’s nothing on the motion sensors under there.”

“Yeah. You know the way in?” You nod again, and when you turn to face him, you see an alarm clock next to his head, and realise how late it is. “You want me to go?”

“No.” You let your eyes drift down, seeing the hand not behind your head resting across his stomach. He was still wearing his jeans, and you could see how much you really got to him, because the denim was hiding nothing. “Change, though.”

“You tryin’ to get me out of my clothes?” He calls as he swings off the bed.

“Maybe.” He scoffs as he disappears from the room, and you catch a glimpse of him ripping his shirt over his head before you are left alone.

God. Why did you stop him, again?

It doesn’t take long for him to return, shirtless, and wearing baggy sweatpants that have probably been his for years. It’s too dark now for a normal person to see clearly, but you can see out the corner of your eyes he doesn’t hesitate to get in, careful to keep to his side of the bed.

Neither of you speak for a bit, but a strange sense of calm catches you off guard. You thought your brain would be going a mile a minute considering what just happened, but having him next to you does the opposite. It’s peaceful, almost.

“I don’t think he’ll know who I am.” You nearly whisper it, and you can feel Frank shift on the bed.

“Your brother?”

“It’s been years. 12 years, since I saw him. He was a baby.” You can still hear how loud he was crying in your head, the night of the fire. “He might not even know he has me. All this time, he is all I fought for, but he will have no idea who I am. What I’ve done for him.”

“He’s damn lucky to have someone like you coming for him. Even if he doesn’t know you now, he will.” You know he might not even be there, at Silo, when you and Frank tear it to the ground, but the closer you get, the more it scares you.

“I miss him so much, all the time. It hurts and I - I’m so scared he’s gonna be dead, Frank.” Your voice is softer than it’s ever been, hardly a whisper, and Frank pulls you to him. Arms wrapped around you, your back presses against his chest, and you don’t need the blanket anymore because of how warm he is. You don’t even notice your crying until Franks voice, soothing and low, shushes into your ear. “I don’t think I can live with myself if- he’d be dead because of me.”

“I know.” He’s not just saying that, either. He does know - he would know exactly how that feels. To lose everything because of what you are, to have done everything to keep your family safe, and have it still not be enough. Your cries get softer, and he’s still holding you just as tight. “I know. I got you.”

“Yeah. You do.” You feel a little puff of his breath, and you think it might of been a laugh if he wasn’t pressed to your back so tight.

“You’re alright.” Is all he says, over and over, and just as you drift to sleep, you think, no matter what happens, you might start to believe him.

[next chapter]

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[jaxfromthatcircus]

question 4 the mod; howd you start this ask blog? like what inspired you and then gave you the motivation to keep going +any other tips/tricks you'd like to share)

A message from the mod!

Hiiiii omg I love to be interacted with :D

I don't know if im the best person ever to ask, cause this is my first ask blog that I ever made but I can tell yall a bit about it!!

So, my first inspiration ever was @pomni-xddcc and I always pride myself in saying this cause she's actually a great person, all shoutouts possible to her, I think she was the one who inspired all the askblogs in tadc tumblr rn? Yea she's amazing go check out her blog, honestly she fucking rocks!!

As to "motivations to keep going" it's pretty simple: I HAVE AN INCREDIBLE BRAINROT RIGHT NOW AND IT'S NOT GOING AWAY EASILY

Plus (aside from some weird situations that we the mods had to deal with), there's such great people here who follow and interact daily with the blog, I would be sad to let them behind, even if its just a silly askblog for a silly dumbass character, it really makes my day to see the stuff that you guys come up with lmao

I could be here talking all day long about this but the thing thats gives me more motivation is you guys who are here, interacting and doing funny bits, or some angsty shit, in any way its entertaining :D

Hmm now for tips that's not so hard, all these ask blogs are made for the funsies only so if you're planning on making one, don't need to stress about it and make it too canon or too serious, just vibe with it cause there's always people here who will like you anyways

and you people making asks, don't be shy!! just have fun with it too, send whatever you want, I'm here reading all of it!!

and I want to say sorry for not answering all the asks, after the blog has gotten a big bigger, especially with new anons coming, sometimes the asks gets too much and I try to clean them all the time in order to answer the most I can, so if you have not been answered, I'm so sorry!! I'm trying lol

uhhh i guess that's it??

also I'm here always open to talk about anything ever! both my askbox and my dms are open for you guys, so don't need to be shy, hmu!!

tho I want to ask some of you keep the sexual interactions to the minimum, mod coffee here is an adult but there's a lot of minors following, ya freaks >:(

oh well I went a lot off topic lol I guess thats how it is

anyways, thank you guys forever and I love each one of you!!!

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[ofsappho]

This might be kinda a weird question… so I’m aroace and I’ve been drawn to the Theoi for a long time so I’ve been on my HelPol journey recently and sometimes like… I guess I wanted to get some general thoughts since you worship Aphrodite? I recently saw a post about Aphrodite Pandemos that was kind of relieving and inspiring talking about love in more broad terms than we generally talk about in society. So I wanted to ask from your experience do you think there would be any problem with me trying to build a relationship with her being aroace? Idk it’s just an anxiety I have I guess and idk who to ask about this.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this!

Hey Anon, I'm really sorry, I just spent like an hour or so writing a very long and detailed answer to this ask only for Tumblr to eat it up. I can't find it in my drafts or anything which tells me all of it is gone now. I will try to rewrite it the best I can. (I actually might start crying because the post was very detailed and labor-intensive. Boo.)

IM SO SORRY ITS TAKEN ME SO LONG TO SIT DOWN AND ANSWER, I HAVE BEEN VERY TIRED AND BUSY. BUT HERE IT IS.

I'm glad my post about Aphrodite Pandemos resonated so much with you! That was definitely the intent. I have Very Strong Feelings about how I feel that Aphrodite has been reduced down solely to her romantic and sexual aspects by the modern day pagan/polytheist/witch/etc community at large. This both does her an immense disservice as a god and is emblematic of the western capitalist hyperfixation on monogamous romantic + sexual love. Which we should be leaning away from, not into.

But you definitely came to the right person with this ask. I have never worshipped Aphrodite in either her romantic or sexual aspects.

So, specifically, I am devoted to Aphrodite Areia, or Aphrodite the Warlike. And along with Aphrodite Areia, I also worship Aphrodite Hoplismene, or Armed Aphrodite, and Aphrodite Nikephoros, Aphrodite the bringer of victory.

She has never interacted with me as solely a goddess of romantic love or sexual love.

In my experience, she is truly a goddess of love and war, love for war and battle and bloodlust, the instinct to fight and struggle, and a representation of ALL facets of the human emotional experience, love and hate. And given that emotions and feelings are what make us human, I view her as goddess of humanity itself. Emotions and relationships are the literal backbone upon which civilization and communal living is made possible, and she governs them. No matter who wants to discredit that. And so she is one of the most important gods to humanity as a whole, thought highly underrated (to me, this is UPG)

As someone who has struggled with (and is now recovered from) borderline personality disorder, finding and worshipping Aphrodite Areia has been instrumental in my recovery and my path to an overall higher quality of life. BPD takes regular emotions and regular emotional responses and amps them up to ridiculous, hyperintense, overwhelming amounts. And that is so hard to live with and so destabilizing. Obviously I’ve done copious amounts of DBT and I’m on good meds now, but we live in a society that not only shames the expression of emotion but also greatly stigmatizes any expression of mental illness that is not “cute” or “harmless”. And one of the things that Aphrodite Areia has led me to do is accept my great capacity for goodness and harm without feeling shame. This is the way I am, and while I can choose to move away from being destructive and I can choose recovery, that doesn’t mean I am bad for being this way. To worship her was to love myself in all my facets.

I am capable of good and harm and that makes me powerful. And to someone like me, who has spent a lot of life either literally powerless or feeling powerless, recognizing your power is one of the best feelings ever.

And I’m not going to lie to you and shy away from her association with specifically war and violence. I do enjoy fighting. I do enjoy the parts of myself that aren’t optimal for living in a society with others. I view these qualities as a part of the animal I am, that cannot and should not be changed, and Aphrodite Areia helps me redirect them into more positive and productive goals. My life has not been easy and I suspect it never will be. Everyday has been a fight and I take the parts of me that long for a fight and apply it to getting up in the morning. I throw myself at my trauma and my life circumstances and my struggles with all the tenacity and ferocity of a soldier going into battle. And so far, I have won.

This is also the same impulse that induces me to do shit like bodycheck cops at protests because they won’t hurt me the same way they will hurt other protestors, that makes me yell back at guys being violent and aggressive on the bus, that spurs me on to fight for a better future everyday. Because in order to sustain a lifetime’s worth of struggle towards equity, towards decolonization, towards the end of white supremacy and racism, towards something better, you have to love the fight.

On a TW note, I was raped last year and since then, my relationship towards love/sex has obviously never been the same. She has been a comfort there too, helping me fight my trauma so my rapist will never truly win, in the end. I have also prayed to her to avenge me, and while I have no contact with him, I like to think that somehow, someway, she’ll get him.

So to return to your actual question, I think there are absolutely zero problems with you being aroace and building a relationship with Aphrodite. And anyone who tells you otherwise is, quite frankly, wrong. You just have to find the facet of her that rings the truest for you and your relationship with Aphrodite is no one’s business but your own. To be honest, you probably will be pretty disconnected to most (if not all) communities online and offline for Aphrodite worshippers and devotees because they are all unilaterally about her romantic/sexual aspects. it drives me up the wall and is the reason I don’t engage in any of these communities, because i don’t really have much in common with other worshippers and there’s no value for me in sharing space. i just do my own thing in the corner of my blog/life. But don’t let that deter you if you truly feel like this is a relationship you want to grow and nurture. In my beliefs and experience, Aphrodite is there for everyone, even if people devalue emotions/relationships and devalue her. You can find your own way and you can build an incredibly meaningful worship of her if that’s what you want and need. She has a million different aspects and they are not all about romance and sex. Please feel free to message me again if you’d like, anon, I’m happy to talk more and answer any further questions you have!!!

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[hearteyesmcgarrett]

is it weird to just answer the ask meme questions without actual asks? probably, but i want to yell about fandom shit rn so you can't stop me

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. its obvious that im in a grimm fixation rn, so i have to say nick/monroe as a romantic ship (or nick/monroe/rosalee), and the whole gang as a platonic relationship. For SGA, i'm always a mcshep fan but i honestly enjoy any pairing of AR1. Anyone that has followed me for an extended period of time knows that im a mcdanno (H50) and leverage ot3 truther as well.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind. hmm, not sure? OH some folks doing the sga kinkmeme have mentioned john/cam and im very intrigued

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will. Rodney/Jennifer :( I love Jennifer, but the writers consistently changed her characterization and that relationship felt forced and weird (SGA)

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t. John/Elizabeth. I'm sorry! maybe its just because im gay af but to me their relationship felt like bffs, not romantic (SGA)

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what? I made that stargate cinnamon roll meme, if that counts

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom? ~10 years

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it? i'm a multishipper for sure, but one of the first ships i remember really clearly was eric/ryan from csi miami (circa age like 12)

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)? TV!

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why? I dont know that it was entirely tumblr, but yeah, Voltron. The fandom was truly fucking awful

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.) uhhhh, like every show tbh. 99% of the shows i watch came from tumblr or online friends

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc? Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. hmm, I guess Adalind counts as a character who isnt one of my faves. She's a complex and interesting character, and its clear that a lot of her decisions come from a place of trauma. After having Diana it really shows that she does want to protect her and keep her safe (grimm)

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend. Ronon (SGA), Hardison (Leverage), Teal'c (SG1), etc

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom 1. men showing emotions!!! (grimm does this well, thankfully) 2. on a similar note: depicting how the shit these characters get up to is traumatizing and how that impacts them long term 3. literally any canon queer rep. can we PLEASE have a show like stargate or grimm where one of the characters (especially a man) is canonically queer? is that so hard???

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of? Forfeit by Rise Against always makes me think of ascended Daniel/Jack (SG1). Oh and ever since i saw a gifset with lyrics from it, Timberwolves at New Jersey by Taking Back Sunday makes me think of John (SGA)

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas). one of these fuckin days i am going to write a baseball SGA AU

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why. As previously mentioned: Voltron because the fan base was toxic and awful

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom? all my favorite fandoms are themed around found family so this is so hard lmao. Nick & Hank (Grimm), Eliot & Harry (Leverage Redemption), Harry & Breanna (LR), Don & Charlie if brothers count (Numb3rs), etc

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon anyone who reads my H50 fics knows that i will fuckin die on the hill that Danny has an anxiety disorder

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?  besides anxious danny, I'd say John having ADHD (SGA), and Monroe being bi (Grimm) are two right off the top of my head

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites 1. Steve McGarrett (H50) - he's been through so much shit, but he's still so damn loyal and protective and kind. He's such a good dude who is just traumatized beyond belief. 2. Charlie Eppes (Numb3rs) - besides the fact that i am CONVINCED he has ADHD, he's just so fucking loving and passionate about his work and the people he loves. he balances out the hardness of Don and the gang with the sheer size of his heart 3. Eliot Spencer (Leverage) - basically the same reason as steve. I have a type.

V - Which character do you relate to most? this is tough. probably Daniel (SG1) - esp early seasons - because of similar worldviews and interests and personalities, and Danny (H50) because of similar personalities

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom. MISCOMMUNICATION!! its so frustrating.

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom. im a big ol softie so i love stuff like mutual pining, hurt/comfort, etc.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms Good Omens is a big one rn lmao. I've read the book but haven't watched the show. Also, Daredevil probably. I watched at least the first season years ago, but haven't seen anything beyond that. I still enjoy seeing people's posts about it and i read fic sometimes

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! im so cranky rn about the lack of depiction of trauma/mental illness/neurodivergence/etc in fandoms where its to be expected. like with Grimm rn, you give Nick PTSD and sensory enhancements but then suddenly forget about them?? that's not how that works! Or why is it always just hinted at that characters are ND? why is it so hard to just be like 'yeah no x has ADHD (or whatever)'? i want to be able to actually have complex/tough/interesting/etc protags that are ALSO neurodiverse. if we're all reading John as having ADHD (SGA) or Parker being autistic (leverage) anyways, why can't these things just be intentionally part of the character

#sorry i just have opinions and wanted to yell into the void about them #ask game

[mrs-nate-humphrey]

Do u have any hcs about Vanessa and her older sister? (Ruby?)

thank u sm for your ask! <3 sorry for the late response, i've been unwell & burnt out *sobs*

i think i've mentioned my headcanons here & there but never made one specific post to put them together, so i'll do that now :) more under the cut, ahaha.

i think we can already tell from canon - from how when vanessa & nate are getting together in s1 she takes him out or suggests taking him out (i don't remember which?) to a lesbian punk concert & then to a mexican food place right after. the vibe i got was that despite not being a lesbian, vanessa's always been very involved in local wlw events because of ruby, and would probably be totally on top of like. queer film festivals and whatnot, because ruby would've taken her there always.

they canonically lived together for a bit. i kind of imagine their dynamic to be similar to serena & eric, but maybe with a little more space, as vanessa strikes me as someone who would want to be independent and not have her big sister in the picture all the time. the abrams parents are canonically stated to have very idealised & firm expectations of vanessa (and probably of ruby too) as we can see during s1 when v & nate are comparing their overbearing parents (imagine being able to compare your parental pressure to that placed on nate by the archibalds, the abrams were definitely making vanessa feel the weight of their expectations & she likely couldn't have spoken to someone like dan about it, because the humphrey-abrams family dynamics are such that he's likely very close to her parents, just how dan can't complain about rufus to vanessa because the rufus v sees and the rufus dan sees are two different rufuses. rufii? lol sorry).

we also see during s3 & that whole nonsense with vanessa wanting that speech so bad to impress gabriella and her whole "i wish the humphreys were MY parents i wish they were PROUD of me!" as well as. the fact that vanessa even went to college? was because nate dragged her off to the sats, just so that she would have the choice if it came down to that. nate wasn't ever like "you gotta go to college", he was like "if you one day decide that you DO wanna go, you should have the ability to decide that for yourself & be in a position to make that decision" which i really like.

anyway, all that is just to say that the abrams parents seem very overbearing, and im sure ruby felt the weight of those expectations as well. which is why i think of v & ruby to have a dynamic closer to serena & eric's, a sort of "you are the only other person who knows what it's like to have our biological parents be this unreliable and intense so i will be there for you and you will be there for me and we will mutually support each other."

i think ruby would be the sort of person to ensure that whoever she's dating is good to her sister, or else she drops them, and i see ruby and whoever is her gf at the time (or hell, girlfriends plural,she could be polyam) being very cognisant of including vanessa in stuff. like. if they go for dinner out they bring back a dessert for her, the 2 of them ask her questions about what's up with her and how she's doing, stuff like that. id imagine ruby's gfs to be a lot like serena was to jenny in early s1, very big sisterly because 'my romantic partner's little sister is my little sister now.'

i also think vanessa is bisexual (if i remember right, @vanderwoodlings once said "vanessa is the closest thing to a canon bisexual that we got" and... they're right. canon vanlivia kiss and all those yearning glances at serena in s1/s2 and at olivia in s3.... anyway) - and i think unlike ruby, who always knew she was lesbian, it takes vanessa a while to truly acknowledge and accept her sexuality. the fact that she has ruby, though, and the fact that ruby has taken her along for so many lgbtq+ events, would mean that vanessa knows that she has that support net, and that would make navigating her sexuality easier. not necessarily easy, but easier. i wrote a fic about this... well, kind of about this, but it's directly connected & uses this headcanon. here it is, if you want to read it.

i feel like i have more headcanons that im not remembering rn, but hopefully this is solid enough to answer your Q?

oh, bonus headcanon. im sure that at some point, ruby's lesbian band makes one of those hour-long documentary/behind the scene videos. who better to direct it, shoot it, and put it together, than aspiring filmmaker vanessa abrams?? (i have a lot of thoughts about this headcanon specifically. i might fic it up.)

#leila i tagged u for ONE sentence im attributing to u but if u have any additions.... #pls go ahead and add ! #that applies to all mutuals btw feel free to slam your thoughts on the abrams siblings onto this post #bonniesdamons #meta #kind of? #prompt #vanessa abrams #ruby abrams #my writing #because i DID link that one fic #thank u for the ask btw!!!!

[mrkis]

So I have this story I want to share cause sometimes and opinion from a "stranger" can be more helpful. 😅

Basically, yesterday I received a message from an ex-colleague of mine (havent seen/talked to him in over 2 years). I had shared a funny real about "manifesting a sugar daddy" this year and he reacted to it and then asked if I find one to ask him where he can find a sugar mama, and I totally jumped on his joke and replied, however, I didnt expect for any further communication but man did he keep going. He kinda started flirting to which I started hyperventilating cause I havent spoken to him in years and it was all happening so damn fast..😵‍💫 He started complimenting me and saying I have what it takes to catch a guy's attention, that I cook well and its a full package deal (I have brought pancakes and brownie at work before and he has eaten it). And it was both flatering but also confusing. As you can tell he was making a move on me and was very clear with his intention for a hook up, cause he kept saying how he wouldnt turn me down if I asked and what not.

The crazy part comes here - he asked me how long has it been for me since the last time I had sex since I told him I dont do hook ups and I kinda lied and said that its been 5 years since I have been single for this long, but the thing is I actually still have my V card at age 25 ... 🫣 I have some experience, like I have went 2nd base with my ex (no blowjob tho) but still back then I didnt feel comfortable with him to go all the way so nothing ever really happened.

Dont get me wrong, Im not ashamed of being a virgin, but I am tired of the fear of admitting it to dudes, cause society has made it to be a bad thing when its not. Anyway, you can imagine how shocked he was at that and he even asked if at least I "help myself with the stress" and obviously I do, so there is that, but despite me saying I cant do one night stands because of this moral boundary he kinda kept going on how I should try it at least so that I dont regret it later in life and mentioned he wanted to "make me an offer". To that I said he is kinda late, cause well we dont even live in the same city anymore (I moved) and I also said that we can meet up for coffee but I cant give him what he wants from me. He was respectful of it, thank god, but my brain is my own villain. I now overthink shit and feel like I made a good and bad decision at once, cause horny me really wants to have sex and mind you I have always been sexually attracted to him. I had a crush on him for a month back in 2020 which was awoken because of a sex dream I had. I think he also had a crush on me later that year cause he kinda sorta asked me out to dinner during work but I thought it was a joke and reacted to it like a fucking loser (in my defense I was also on a call with a client /call center job). So we do have history, I also think we've always had this sexual energy and frustration but neither acted on it until well yesterday.

Moral me is saying I did the right choice, cause I want my first time to be with someone special and to mean sth, not be a hook up. Horny me is mad cause I was basically offered dick on a silver plate and said no ... 😩🙃

Sorry to drop this on you Cas, but I feel so comfortable sharing this with you 😅 I guess this blog is my safety place in so many aspects. ❤️

Also, how you doing, lovely? ❤️

for starters, his approach was kinda odd straight off the bat. don’t get me wrong, i’ve had conversations with people i haven’t talked to in awhile abt random shit and joked around with memes and whatnot, but the fact that you haven’t spoken in two years and he went into this conversation asking such personal questions rubs me the wrong way completely.

compliments are great, sometimes you cant go wrong with them and they do make you feel great, but the fact he was complimenting you just for a potential hookup is where it gets gross. there was…. no need, whatsoever. it shocks me how he was moving the conversation so fast lmao.

him asking abt the last time you’ve had sex is so…. eh. ew. sorry. it is. like, he doesn’t need to know this!!! at all!!! and it’s completely ok to be a virgin at whatever age. society shouldn’t shame people who are, it’s so silly. it has nothing to do with them. you shouldn’t be afraid of admitting it either, but of course that’s easier said than done. but trust me when i say that people (men, in your case) actually don’t give a shit abt whether you’re a virgin or not. you may think they do due to how society treats it, but they do not care. before i lost my virginity and was talking to this guy i liked, i had to admit that i was a virgin because i was scared of our relationship going further and that he might expect something from me. and he just looked at me like 🤨 and went “that’s ok? idc, it doesn’t bother me”. they don’t care! i promise! and if they do, they can go fuck themselves

“help yourself with the stress” what are these questions he’s asking😐 im so baffled rn. truly. this is unbelievable. and hold on….. tf does he mean abt “you might regret it later in life”??? what??? not experiencing a one-night stand??? tf??? why would he think you might regret something like that when you’ve made it perfectly clear you’re not into stuff like that🤨 crazy fucking behaviour.

personally, i think you made a good decision. because even though that turned on, horny side of you is wanting to have sex, that’s not exactly the real you, yk? you, normally, just wants to wait for that special someone that you connect with and that’s completely ok. you can wait for as long as you please. you control it. nobody else, please remember that.

and don’t feel sorry abt dropping this on me. i’m happy i can be some sort of safe space. you, and anyone else who is comfortable, can always come to me and vent/rant. i truly don’t mind. i’m all ears🖤

and i’m ok!!! i’ve been in my head recently and overthinking my own stuff and putting myself in bad moods but that’s my fault completely😭 i’m hoping that this new therapist i’m getting will be of help because when i get comfortable, they’re gonna hear some shit😭😭

#‣ [asks] #jaehyuns-adorable-dimples ⛧

[snowflakesnsundry]

Again

Loki/F!Reader Summary: It has been some time since you have attended a large event, and it is made all the more difficult by the fact that you and Loki decided it would be safer to keep your relationship a secret. All is well and good, but as the hours pass late into the night, resolve weakens and you wonder- one dance couldn’t hurt, right? Tags: Romance, fluff, some references to alcohol, some sexual innuendo, not edited (yet), reader is bisexual Someone over on AO3 asked me to write some Loki/reader fluff based on the dynamics in my fic Until Dust, and I wanted to get it out before Christmas was over. It is currently 11pm…so I will edit it later. The dances themselves are based on Scandinavian folk dances, and those gave me a time and a half trying to put into words- so searching those might give you a picture of what im trying to convey if you need! This is my first time posting something like this to tumblr so, please bare with me while I get my footing!  Sorry, and thanks! 

You had not set foot in the Palace’s ceremonial hall since the Crown Prince’s failed coronation six years prior- and although a great deal had changed, there were some things that had -quite comfortingly- remained the same.

Just as you had then, you stood in the crowd.

The Allfather sat upon his throne, the Allmother standing at his right hand. Just as then, the steps of the dais were occupied by those held in highest esteem by the crown; and-in what seemed like no small miracle- Loki remained, standing proudly at his mother’s side. Thor too stood with his mother and brother, eager as any other for the night to truly begin.

Guests had begun to arrive in the hall two hours prior- trickling in slowly as the sun dipped low towards the horizon. The palace servants had begun their preparations a good many days ago, and the product of their efforts was a sight to behold.

Yule colors adorned every inch of the room. Banners of red, gold, green, and silver hung from every towering column, shifting gently in the winter winds. Massive iron braziers crackled with flames that chased away the chill from the open-air hall; though you were sure you would long for it soon. The air was perfumed by the boughs of spruce and pine that festooned the few tables that had been prepared at the far reaches of the hall; and from somewhere beyond the space,  the scent of a decadent feast wafted in.

In the center of it all, stood the pyre.

From the balcony of your quarters you had watched them haul in massive slabs of stone the day before- quickly followed by enough wood to warm a small town for a year. It had been painstakingly arranged into elaborate shapes, the details of which you were sure would be lost not long after the fire was lit.

The crowd that had gathered was paltry compared to the number of souls the hall housed during Thor’s near-coronation, but that event had welcomed all of Asgard, where as this?

This was an event never intended for the likes of you.

The Feast of the Yule Flame was meant for the highest of nobility alone. Those who held positions of influence and power across the nine realms gathered here each year to pay homage to the royal family, and to welcome in the return of the warmer months.

You had fretted for some time over attending since, as a somewhat involuntary resident of the palace, your status was more questionable than ever before- and the sudden influx of dignitaries from across the nine realms did nothing to settle your nerves. Each one was an essential connection- a possible stepping stone towards becoming a diplomat to the nine realms- and if you were to fail here and now, you feared the damage would be irrevocable.

It was under the pressure of that mindset that you had snuck down the familiar corridors to Loki’s quarters the night before. He had welcomed you gladly, but nothing worthwhile came of it.

At least, not as far as the feast was concerned.

The following day you had returned to your quarters to find a dress of green and gold draped across your bed, and in the pocket you found a note that simply read:

“Keep their secrets and you will be fine. Try and enjoy yourself. “

You found him absolutely infuriating.

The Allfather had been speaking for several minutes, and you had not heard a single word. Your eyes had long since wandered from him, to his youngest son- and it had not gone unnoticed.

From his place on the dais, Loki had caught you staring almost right away.

When he first found your eyes, you watched as his face softened. His shoulders relaxed, and the grip he held on his own hands seemed to ease. A glimmer of warmth came to his eyes when he noted you had accepted his gift-but your frustration would not be so easily assuaged. You wanted him to know- in no uncertain terms- that you could not simply be bedded and bedecked out of your anxieties. It took him a split second to note your expression-and you assumed a good half second less to brush it aside.

Fighting back a smile, Loki returned your glowering with a level and unyielding gaze; squaring his shoulders and letting his chin lift high when at last he turned away. You could almost hear him in the back of your mind.

You’re wearing it, are you not?

As if that mattered.

You fell asleep quite easily when we were through.

That was not what you had asked of him- and yet…

As the King continued to speak, your strange staring contest continued on- Loki staring dutifully across the crowd, doing all he could to smother a smile; and you, hoping to burn a hole through his skull without being the first to break.

God of Mischief indeed.

The game continued until the Allfather struck his spear sharply against the floor of the dais.

A surge of cheers filled the hall as the pyre roared to life. The flames surged high above the heads of the crowd, each tendril of flame shimmering a different color- a veritableBifrost of flame, painting every corner of the hall.

For a fraction of a second, you managed to find him- grinning wildly as his eyes met your own.

It has only just begun.

All at once music filled the hall, and the revelers moved like a surging tide to encircle the fire. It was impossible not to be taken in by the unfettered joy that had prevailed in the hall. Cries of delight blended with the racing music as people grabbed whatever hand was nearest. You didn’t notice who took yours. Instead, you marveled at how quickly the attendees formed concentric rings around the brilliant flames- at how uninhibited they had become- and how quickly the divide between you and them melted away.

With little success, you attempted to pick up on the weaving footwork of the dance- the centrifugal force dragging you along faster and faster as foot over foot you spun.

For a time those around you did their best to adhere to the steps of the dance- but as the heat of their bodies mingled with the heat of the flames their resolve began to waver.

Faces quickly grew red from the heat and drink. Carefully crafted braids began to slip free of their clasps, elaborate coats and shawls were discarded without a second thought, and shoes were kicked away- abandoned wherever they came to lie. You yourself fell victim to the same influences. Loose strands of hair brushed across your face, and the heat left sweat to drip down your burning skin. You had not realized just how broadly you had been smiling until you felt the ache in the muscles of your face. Heart racing, joy bubbled up in your chest-any fears of first impressions or unflattering reputations were abandoned, and you allowed yourself to become fully lost in the current around you.

It was in such an unraveled state that his eyes found you.

Loki’s eyes shone brilliantly. His fears and inhibitions seemed to fade, and he had surrendered to the wild night air. The heat had undone his hair- black tendrils beginning to settle into their natural waves. They bounced about his face with every lithe step, catching the colors of the fire burning between you.

He was flanked by his brother and his friends, all enjoying themselves as if past transgressions had been forgotten. Time, warmth, and good mead seemed to have set them all at ease, and you couldn’t help but delight in his effortless smile.

   With a flick of his head Loki removed the hair from his face- his features shifting into a wicked grin that set your blood aflame. You wanted nothing more than to break free from your place in the ring and join him, and there was no doubt the impulse was mutual.

Tempting as it was, however, there was little either of you could do now that you had found each other. You were both just as locked into the dance as any other- hands clasped tight with those at your sides, and caged from all angles by the other circles in front and behind. It wouldn’t be until the heat won out, and sweat soaked hands slipped free of one another’s grasp that the rings were finally broken.

Giddy laughter filled the hall, along with whoops of delight and appreciative applause amidst the madness. You took this chance to escape- to break free of the crowd before the next dance began lest you be caught in it until dawn.

And without a moment's hesitation, Loki followed.

He was at your side before you managed to emerge from the sea of dancers- creeping up so quietly you nearly leapt out of your skin when he spoke.

“Do you intend to abandon the festivities so early in the night?” He hummed, tone lilting and smooth from the drink.

“Heavens no,” you laughed. “I just need a moment to catch my breath.”

Loki beamed, his eyes so trained on you he was nearly knocked off his feet  a few times as the two of you broke free of the throngs.

His wide mouthed grin did not fade for even an instant, mischief apparent in his every step.

“So soon? Has it proved too much for you, my lady?”

You rolled your eyes. “And if it has? What would you do, my Prince?”

Almost instantly you realized he had taken your words as an invitation to a game- a challenge.

   “It would be my duty as a member of the royal family to ensure you engage with every delight the night has to offer.”

   “It would seem that you have had your fill of delights- perhaps enough for the both of us.” You teased.

“To be fair, it is incredibly difficult not to indulge when in my brother’s company.” He smirked. “Somehow, that oaf manages to make it fun.”

“That is not what I would have expected.” You admitted, finally coming to a stop as you pressed your back against one of the towering columns- letting the cold balance the burning of your skin.  “In fact, I would have presumed it to be the other way around.”

Loki deftly snatched a glass from a passing servant, offering it to you with a theatrical flourish.

“You would not be alone in that-” he chuckled “-but I have never been all too fond of the mornings that come after.”

   “How very sensible of you.” You replied, taking the drink with a flourish of your own. You hadn’t the mind to down it quickly- the dance having already left you dizzy enough.

   “Always.” Loki grinned, running a hand through his hair. “But enough, you still have yet to answer my question.” He pressed.

   “Pardon?” You laughed. “What question?”

   He abruptly frowned. “The one I have only just asked you.”

   You furrowed your brow. “I fear you have not managed to ask it aloud; as you have yet to ask a single question of me.”

“I haven’t?”

“No, my Prince.” You replied, trying to hide your laughter behind your glass.

A deep crease formed across his forehead as you watched the wheels turn in his mind- reviewing the conversation to the best of his ability.

“No matter.” He said, shaking his head and dismissing it with a wave. “ I will simply ask it again.”

A wicked grin slipped across his features, and it took some effort to settle the butterflies that began to stir within you.

“Do you intend to abstain tonight, or will you allow me to show you the best of what this feast has to offer?”

You examined him closely, unsure if he was serious. After all, you had both promised to keep your distance.

But then again, what harm was there when both of you agreed to break it?

Loki had enemies-more than you could count, and some you were sure you had yet to discover; and while your relationship could be used as leverage, what would be the harm in a dance or two?

   He would simply be a Prince socializing with his people.

   You tapped your chin thoughtfully, pretending it was a difficult decision to make. “I suppose it would be possible, but I have been waiting for the perfect partner to appear. Imagine my distress if I escaped with you only to miss them!”

   Loki bit back a wry grin. “Well heavens, what is keeping them?”

   “If only I knew.” You replied with a dramatic sigh.

   He shook his head with a laugh. “Well, I suppose I will help you look for them, then.” He moved to stand at your side, arms half crossed as he took another sip from his drink.

   “How incredibly kind of you.”

   Loki grinned, and the two of you stared out across the floor for a short time. Neither spoke a word, but you drifted every so slightly closer each time you shifted your weight.

   Once close enough, you felt him lean down towards your ear-his balance unsteady, but his voice remarkably even.

   “My lady,” he whispered, just loud enough to be heard above the music and crowd “-do you know what I think?”

   “Thankfully not.” You teased-though it was quite handily ignored.

   “I think you are afraid.”

   “Am I now?” You shifted so you might look him in the eye. “And what is it that I am afraid of?”

   His blue eyes seemed radiant against the warm tones of the hall, and you could not help but picture throwing your arms around his neck and sinking your teeth into his lip; and from the way his eyes moved across your face- he knew.

   “I think-“ he said, leaning just a fraction closer. “That you are afraid they will discover that you are, in truth, a terrible dancer.”

There was a loud “thwack”, and it was not until it began to sting that you realized you had struck his arm with the back of your hand.

   Loki pulled back, looking taken aback for just a moment before he surrendered to a fit of wild laughter. “Well that proves it, doesn't it?”

   “Oh it proves nothing!” You huffed, a bit embarrassed you had struck him so readily in public.

   He deftly took your drink from your hand, placing both it and his own aside. As his fingers slipped between yours, you watched unfettered mischief shine through in his eyes.

   “Then show me.”

   There was a sharp change in his tone that, although not angry, made it clear he was not asking anymore.

But if you were to be known for anything- it would be pushing your luck.

   “I take it you think yourself my perfect partner then?”

   “Oh heavens no-“ he scoffed, a wicked spark in his eye. “But I do intend to monopolize your time in the interim.”

The moment the laugh left your lips he threaded his fingers through yours, leading you backwards towards the dance.

   There was something irresistible about this side of him. It was the side he kept hidden away-the one with a passion for all aspects of living; the one that thrived amongst others, unburdened by the weight of expectation- unhindered by that which lay in his path. He was himself-without trappings and tricks, without ego, and without the walls he kept so fortified around him.

   The moments where you found yourselves alone were often this way, and you could not help but wish he did not have so much to stand watch against; because then, and only then, he could finally let go of all that held him back.

   Or so you hoped. Reality is rarely as cut and dry as expected.

Loki guided you, and with both your hands clasped, you stood with them crossed in an X between you.

“If you truly can dance-“ he teased “-you should be able to manage this just fine.”

As a matter of fact, you could. It was surprisingly simple considering, but it would keep him close, and you were almost certain that was why he had picked it.

“I will be more than fine.” You said with a coy grin.

“Fantastic.”

With a twirl your hands were lifted above your head, and by the time they were drawn back down, you and Loki stood side by side. Hands still clasped, you had drawn your left to rest beneath your chin, pulling his arm tight across your chest- and he had done the same with his right- forming the image of an infinite loop between you.

Together, you waited for an opening in the current and the rhythm of the music before throwing yourselves headlong into the fray.

You had long since forgotten the correct footwork, but it hardly mattered. Hand in hand you spun, moving across the floor, weaving through other attendees until they seemed to dissolve into the background. Loki led, knowing full well it had been some time since you had attended an event such as this-but the steps returned to you quickly.

Three steps and a turn, moving you from his left to his right.

The next time, from his right to his left.

Once more, from his left to his right.

Three steps and your hands would lift over your head, he would pass behind you as you turn, taking you from his right to his left.

And then from his left to his right.

And again, from his right to his left. Never once breaking your grip on his hands.

Over and over you whirled, finding your spotting point in his eyes- but growing dizzy all the same. Each missed step and stumble brought laughter and subtle teasing; every time you struggled to reach quite high enough when his hands passed over his head was a chance to draw you just a little bit closer.  

Time passed differently- minutes felt like seconds, and the hours passed without notice as the fire burned lower and lower on its stage. He made no effort to hide how looked at you; no effort to pull away or attempt to spare so much as a second for anyone else. Any trace of the promise you had made vanished with the smoke; blown away by the whirling pocket that seemed to contain no more than you two. But when, at last, your aching feet won out you let your fingers slip from his grasp.

At first he simply tried to pick it back up, but when you withdrew again he looked at you confused.

“I will be back!!” You called, hoping your voice would rise above the din.

“Where are you going?” He replied, a deep crease forming between his brows.

You thought he looked like a child whose favorite toy had been stolen away.

“I must go see if my perfect partner has arrived!”  You gave him a teasing glance, but he rolled his eyes reaching out to retake your hand faster than you could react. He pulled you tightly to him, leaning down so his lips brushed your ear as he spoke.

Warm and low, his voice seemed to resonate within you. His hold softened, thumb meandering slowly over the burning skin of your hand- and you felt that same fluttering at the pit of your stomach.

“Stay.”

You looked up into Loki’s eyes, face so close your nose brushed against his; any hope that your feelings for one another might go unnoticed abandoned.

And you couldn’t have been happier.

Both of you fought to level your breath as the dance continued on around you. He relinquished your fingers slowly, and struggled to remember why you had considered leaving at all.

“At this point-“ Loki continued, “I think you can safely assume you have been stood up.”

“Do you really think so?” You grinned.

“Mmm. Perhaps they’re not so perfect after all.”

“I think you may be right.”

Your feet could wait. His eyes were too bright and his touch too sweet. The colors of the flame caught his hair so it seemed to dance in the light, and an evening such as this would only last until dawn.

Gently, your hand returned to his- and as delight bloomed across his face again, you were pulled laughing back into the dance.

Three steps and turn, move left to right.

“You know-” Loki called “You never told me much about this perfect partner of yours!”

Three steps and turn, move right to left

“Did I not?” You shouted back. “I suppose I didn’t want to make you jealous!”

Once more: three steps and turn, move left to right

“A wise choice! Though I must admit, I am incredibly curious.”

Three steps, hands up, and turn-

“Of who they are?”

-Pass right to left

“Of course!” Loki laughed.

Three steps,

“I am afraid you wouldn’t know them, my Prince!”

Hands up and turn,

“My good lady, I know everyone- whether they want me to or not.”

You could only laugh as you struggled to pull your attention from him just long enough to create a proper character in your mind- but he hardly gave you the chance.

Pass left to right

“I’ll tell you what- how about I guess, and you tell me when I have it right?”

“Allright then! But only three tries!”

“Five!” He countered.

“Four!” You echoed, feeling like a dealer in the markets.

“You drive a hard bargain, but I’ll take it!” Loki grinned.

Never let go,

Begin again.

“What is your first guess?”

“Hmm….”

Three steps, and turn-

“With a lady such as you, it would have to be someone of note-“ He continued

Move right-

“Flirt.” You scoffed under your breath.

“-so shall we start at the top?”

To left.

As you turned your head to glance at him over your shoulder you shouted in shock. The man with whom you were dancing was no longer Loki, but his brother.

Your hand broke free as you pulled back, observing who now stood with you. Long golden hair -braided as it had been before the night tore it free-shifted about his rounded jaw; his face completely indistinguishable from the real thing.

Had you not known better, you might have thought they swapped places when you weren’t looking.

“Loki!” You cried, unable to contain your laughter.

“No, no, you’re right-” he said, reclaiming your hand once more. “Thor simply isn’t your type.”

Again, and turn

“Besides, he can’t dance to save his life.”

“You are ridiculous!” You called, almost terrified to let him out of your sight- but it was no use. His strength, and the sheer momentum of the dance pulled him from your view before you had a moment more.

Move left,

“Perhaps you need someone more charming, and dexterous!”

to right.

You were met with blonde hair once again, but this time it’s bearer had a far more agile frame. With blue eyes, and a well combed mustache you recognized him almost immediately.

“Fandral?” You asked with appropriate disdain. “Absolutely not!”

“Are you sure?” Loki asked, now taking on the man’s voice. “He can be quite charming when he so desires!”

Three steps

“I simply have no taste for blondes!” You replied.

And turn

“Ahh! I see! Well if that’s the case, then-“

Move right to left

“-Perhaps this suits you better?”

Loki’s  hair had returned to its familiar black, but the head upon which it was placed was- expectedly- quite different from his own.

“Far too stern!” You replied

“Good Sir Hogun?” Loki said with feigned surprise. “ I could hardly believe that!”

“You will simply have to trust me! These men aren’t my taste!”

Three steps, hands up-

“Well then perhaps-“

Turn past, move right

“-She might be more of your type?”

Lady Sif looked down at you as you turned around- and while you could not help but blush, you shook your head.

“Tempting, it’s true-“ you called. “But it’s just not right!”

“You’re sure?”

“I am! And you’ve only one guess left!”

Shifting back to himself in a flicker of green, you continued your steps asLoki took his time to think-hemming and hawing over his final guess. All at once, he gasped-dramatic as ever- his hands gripping to yours like a man in shock.

“My good lady, you wouldn’t.” Loki growled playfully in your ear.

“What are you talking about?”

Loki quickly spun you into a turn, and when you found him again, black hair turned a strawberry red, braided beard swinging freely in the dance.

“A married man?” Loki exclaimed as you burst out laughing. “And with children too!” He continued, enthralled by your squeals of delight.

“I could never!” You replied as he spun you again-the song coming to an end- leaving facing your Loki once more.

Both of you beamed as brilliantly as the flames, chests heaving from your efforts amidst the pulse of the dance. You heard those around you applaud the musicians, but neither of you bear to break the other’s line of sight.

“Certainly you don’t see me being as wicked as that.” You teased.

“Perhaps not.” He grinned, lifting your hand to his lips. “A lady such as you would need something…more.”

Offering you his arm, the two of you moved to the edge of the floor where the cold night’s breeze could refresh your overheated skin.

“Then how might you picture that person to be?” You asked.

“Well, obviously they must be appealing to look at-”

“What a shallow place to start!”

“-but, it would also be important to find you someone who might keep you entertained.”

Releasing Loki’s arm you turned to face him, and he casually leaned against the pillar beside which you had stopped.

“They would need wit- sharp enough to keep you in line.” He continued. “Tenacity to keep up with your… baser desires.” You rolled your eyes. “Someone versed in politics, but not overly immersed- who shared your pastimes and passions but could bring new ones as well.”

You reached for his hand, and he accepted it with a smile- but you noted the smallest of shifts on his face. “You, dear lady, would need someone who could bring you adventure-but never danger; who could keep you safe. Who would wake by your side every morning without question.”

You squeezed his hand- an ask for him to say nothing further, and surprisingly he yielded.

“That is all well and good, but what one needs and what one wants do not need to align in order to find something good.”

Loki’s mouth opened, only for him to catch himself; closing his eyes. With a frustrated sigh, he opened his eyes. “But some of it is simply not optional.”

“True.” You admitted. “Then may I tell you what isn’t optional so far as my partner is concerned?”

Loki shifted uncomfortably, as you watched his insecurities go to war with his near constant need of praise.

“Well, I will tell you anyway.”

Loki merely laughed.

“What I need- what I cannot live without, is someone who loves me-of course- and who knows me well. Someone who delights in the new, but does not disregard the old. I do not need them to be predictable, but I do need there to be constancy in their love- they do not need to be at my side every night so long as I can count on their safe return.”

You saw the tiniest glimmer of panic in his eye-the one you saw when he wanted to pull away. The one that came when a compliment was too precise, or he felt there was a promise he felt you could never keep; but you held his hand tighter in the hopes he wouldn’t break free.

“I need someone who I love, who remains in their worst moments-and in mine. Who knows what it is to make a mistake, and to try and make amends.”

The gears in Loki’s mind turned as he fought the urge to dilute his discomfort with an offhand remark or joke-and his resolve could only hold out for so long.

“Do you not think that is enough?” You asked.

Loki sighed, studying you carefully for a moment.

“You are the biggest fool I have ever known-do you know that?” He said, hooking his finger under your chin.

“Shockingly, you are not the first to say that to me.” You replied without flinching.

Some of his tension faded as he laughed- letting the more languid Loki return- and you could not help a sigh of relief that you released in turn. Gently placing his lips on your forehead, he slipped his fingers gently into your hair.

“So long as you want me, I will be here. And if you realize you don’t, then tell me, and I will let you go on your way.”

“Thank you.” You sighed, placing your hand upon his chest-feeling how little his heart had slowed since you had come to stand at the party's edge.

“But if you don’t mind, the sun is far from rising- and I do believe I have yet to put that tenacity of yours to the test.” You teased.

“Another dance, then?”

“If you don’t mind.”

Once more, Loki took your hand and pressed it to his lips. “Then let's make fools of ourselves, shall we?”

With a roll of your eyes you followed, taking a few quick steps so you might slip your arm into his and keep pace at his side. Without hesitation you found your way into the sea of revelers once more- and until the sun rose once more you would do so again, and again.

#Loki #loki fanfic #loki reader insert #loki you #loki fluff #loki x you #loki fanfction #loki x reader

[ruluxe]

your timkon wip about kon confessing that he’s in love with tim as tim is visiting him at the farm is amazing. i hope you continue it because im a sucker for timkon, especially emotional confessions between the two (and then them being happy and content with each other because they deserve the world). and your writing and characterization is just mwuah

omggg thank youu so much 🥰🥰

i really love how my friend and i set the scenario up too. it's really about tim and kon both figuring out who they are and who they want to be in life, and what that means for them as individuals and as friends. the beginning of this hasn't been written out fully, but essentially tim surprises kon on the farm in smallville. so it's been about a year and a half since tim has come out and during this time he got to experience his queerness and a relationship at his own pace and tim really does learn how to balance being a hero and being a person and a partner a lot better. but he and bernard sort of outgrow each other, there's a mutual break up and tim sort of has a bit of identity crisis. it isn't as bad as it sounds, but he's still trying to figure out who he is in terms of a hero, his connection to robin and the batfam and what all that means for Tim Drake moving forward. anway, he needs a break from gotham, besides it's pretty full of heroes as it is, so he decides what better way to relax than to just sort of ground himself with the one person that's always been able to help him do that? and kon, well he's been going through his own identity crisis because he's not really needed anywhere so he just sort of sticks to helping ma and pa out with the farm. anyway they have a few days where they just catch up, tim helps out on the farm too, and it's nice and distracting, helps to clear his head. the subject of his sexuality and the process of how he came to understand it and work through it comes up and kon listens, and it gets him thinking about things he really hadn't before. suddenly a lot of other things are making sense and clicking into place and it really is this lightbulb moment that kon realizes hey, i kinda sorta think i love you. very similar to the lightbulb moment tim is having at the same time. when they eventually talk about it and tim comes around to admitting it to himself and to kon, another dilemma arises. how are they going to make this work -- and does he really want to make it work because they're best friends etc, etc.

this got really long sorry agdjgdk but basically it's the beginning of a journey that spans years and years and they have like six kids and live happily ever after. my friend and i have delved pretty deep into this au and it can get a bit dark at times (may not be for everyone) but if you're ever curious feel free to ask me questions! Idk if it'll ever get written out fully bc i love talking abt it! thank you so much for this comment tho, it really made my day! im really glad that in that short piece you thought the characterization was good bc that was definitely something i worried about haha

(also tagging "friend" nic @chthonicaz)

#ru.replies #timkon #ru.writes #i also have art of the kids drawn by my friend if youre ever curious to see them shfjgks #furthering my trans!tim agenda thank you very much nic #we also have a meta on trans!tim for this au that is canon compliant tho nic is better at remembering the sequence of events than i am #anyway! TYSM #i was rly nervous bc the fandom can be intimidating esp when it comes to the characterization of tim so shfjhkdkfjg this means a lot 💖💕

[objectosexual]

hey gamers, this blog is a huge WIP (and i might change the URL... we'll see) but for a basic intro/pinned post...

my name is carson, im in my late 20's, im gay and objecto. im also trans and use he/it pronouns

my main blog is @clippy + my selfship blog is @ohgodimyearning... consider this blog to be a companion to the latter (most of my F/O's are objects)

i also have a locked NSFW twitter account with similar content that can be found here (you will need to send a follow req to it tho, sorry!) -- keep in mind that it 1) doubles as a vent account and 2) does have NSFW images

this will also be a general animism/POSIC+ blog, tho please keep in mind that i primarily view those things through a lens of being romantically and sexually interested in objects... that isnt to say i want to fuck every object i view as having a soul, but wanting to fuck objects has essentially made me... aware of it, i guess. (that and im autistic so i've always had weird hyper-empathy toward objects)

my literal first crush ever was on Herbie (the VW beetle) so i have a huge soft spot for cars, but i also like other vehicles/modes of transit, robots/computers, toys, roller coasters, and buildings

i also like objectheads and i know those arent inherently an objecto/posic thing, the main one i care about is Cl*ckboy, whose design helps me Process my feelings for the real life object he is based on

^ i will go more in depth about this sort of thing in the future (i think explaining my "journey" with this part of my sexuality will help others who are "questioning" -- i used to talk CONSTANTLY about wanting to kiss cars on main and i've had ppl tell me i helped them connect the dots so. lol) but i currently am fighting w my body for energy so dont expect it soon...

THIS BLOG IS AN 18+ SPACE, MINORS PLEASE DO NOT FOLLOW!

I will block people with no ages in their bio (unless i already know you)! While i will not be sharing mature images, i will 100% be sharing sexually explicit/suggestive/etc text posts.

if i interacted with your post, and you're a minor or don't want NSFW blogs interacting with you, please let me know and/or block me! i wont take offense to you asking me to delete a reblog or being blocked. everyone's comfort is my priority, and i do my best to screen OP's of posts before reblogging to my sideblogs but sometimes i forget/miss things

anyway i think that's all for now...? i will start reblogging things here ASAP i think, but just know im kinda working behind the scenes and probably wont make many, if any, original posts until im a little more settled here

[menalez]

idk which ex ur talking about in that "insane things my ex has done" but i relate bcuz i am currently in a relationship with a gendie who has started saying recently that my aversion to male genitalia is incredibly transphobic even though she knows i have been sexually assaulted many times by men (and am and always have been a lesbian lol) (also sorry if this is inappropriate but i feel like i have no one else to confide in.)

im not sure where i talked about her but i can tell from what u said which ex i was talking about lool its my 1st gf and i never rly talked fully about this bc my ex has since transitioned (only socially tho afaik) & continued to be questionable as fuck in various ways and went from friendly w me to shit talking me bc how dare i share my opinions on my blog which she decided to keep regularly checking for years after our break up despite her having a gf and us hardly ever talking (partially bc of me bc frankly in hindsight i was far too forgiving n despite that she demonised me at the end of our relationship n was weird in various moments after we remained friends)

but she was (& is) also a gendie, which is fine bc when we were together she wasnt like irrational about it. she was the one who told me that SRS doesnt work the way i thought it did, like the genitals didnt magically change and there arent like no differences like i thought, instead she said the differences were obvious. but near the end of our relationship she insisted to me that the way to fix her issues was to make our relationship an open relationship, said that my body made her insecure about her own body n she should sleep w people with a similar body to gain confidence in it. prior to that i was not for an open relationship at all but those comments made me feel like saying no would make me selfish and that if thats what she needs to accept herself then fine yanno. then ofc not soon after she starts e-dating this trans woman who is an abusive creep & rapist (like not even exaggerating here. but ofc those accusations were dismissed for a while bc the trans woman called the woman who came out about the abuse a terf n ppl believed that until trans women also began to call this out). i was like um hows dating someone with a diff body than u and even a diff sex going to make u feel better about ur body when thats the entire reason for the open relationship? never rly got a proper answer but whatever i let it be. then that trans woman wanted to be in a throuple with us basically like wanted to get with me and my ex and would openly fantasise about me to my ex. my ex said "oh she wouldnt be into that, shes not into penises" and the trans woman was like omg why.. :( and my ex was like oh shes penis-repulsed etc and the trans woman was like aw how sad i hope she gets help for that!! n my ex agreed. then my ex told me about this n i was like... what the fuck? it took me a bit but after a few days i was like hey this comment really pissed me off wtf do u mean gets help for that.. and my ex was saying that i should seek therapy to stop being penis-repulsed and should see trans women as women and be open to trans women in a romantic & sexual way basically and i was clearly upset by that n i was like. ur telling me to seek conversion therapy. n she was like nooo and i was like what so u mean some kind of exposure therapy against the "phobia" of penises? and she was like yeah just like that! n i said... thats literally a form of conversion therapy that was done in the past to other gay ppl.. exposing gay ppl to the opposite sex's genitals to try to change their feelings towards it is literally a conversion therapy tactic.

anyways my ex n i ultimately broke up bc it turned out the open relationship was meant to be one-sided somehow and her doing things was ok but if i did things it made me a cheater somehow and my comfort was repeatedly disregarded, i didnt like that trans woman at all at that point n my ex would still keep dating them n it was just all too many bad things at once so i was like fuck it im done w this. ultimately my ex realised that this trans woman is indeed an abuser and i also realised the my 2nd gf who i got with soon after i broke up w my ex is also an abuser. but then when my ex began to transition she started to show more of that homophobia she showed during our relationship like saying the f-slur (calling ppl that) and saying its ok bc "im a bisexual man" which was just.........erm... anyways in the end our last form of communication was her getting her friends to gang up on me for ~ruining the fun~ of a game of among us and then she talked shit about me to one of my close friends (been friends for 14 years) who she never even met and was like ~omg shes so problematic im sorry i just cant handle it anymore~ ......

anyways i feel u lmao. its not inappropriate dont worry and im sorry u went thru that too bc its painful to love someone as they are and yet they basically tell u that ur lesbianism means something is wrong w u bc ur truly not into males at all. honestly i think its best for u to end it asap instead of making the mistake i did, nothing good came out of it for me and i shouldve left for good at the first red flag which was my ex's compulsive lying about serious issues like rape & fgm, or immediately ended it when she was saying that i should go thru conversion therapy otherwise im transphobic

#i say she here for clarity's sake btw bc its kinda confusing switching pronouns esp when people on here already assume im secretly into men #if i said he ppl would def jump to conclusions the way they always do about me

[coldfanbou]

After Dahyun is eating her breakfast and offering you only the last bite, you both decide to go for a walk. Dahyun changes her clothes and you take the path she takes daily. She describes her emotions when she saw you and how it made her feel and her interactions with you. She said that after she shut the door on you she thought about it a lot. She knew that she could not keep you tied down to one person since you had a long relationship with jihyo first. Both of you went back and forth and talked about how your relationship with each other started. How she was the one that first approached you, teased you and ended up getting pregnant. “I think i am ready to talk to jihyo and mina unnie” said Dahyun. Dahyun texts both of them “i would like to talk to you two if you are available unnies.” Jihyo texts “ okay, no problem. My room?” Mina responds “sure, im avaiable. Let me get sana to take care of the babies.” “Thank you, lets meet in twenty minutes” texted Dahyun. As you both walk back to the house and took the back door to avoid the rest of the group. You knock the door and jihyo’s says to enter, both you and Dahyun walk into the room and see both jihyo and mina sitting on the bed. Jihyo asks “you wanted to talk to us Dahyun, are you okay?” “Yes, im okay but i have something to say to both of you, a secret that i have kept from both of you (jihyo already knows)” said Dahyun. Mina has a nervous look on her face “ are you okay Dahyun? Do you need our help?” “Thank you mina for being concerned for me, I think i am going to need your help in a couple of months” says Dahyun. “What do you mean in a couple of months, Dahyun” says mina as Dahyun holds her belly. Mina seems to catch on an realize what Dahyun is trying to say, but is not one hundred percent sure and turns to jihyo. She sees jihyo’s face and mina says “ are you really pregnant Dahyun?” Dahyun nods yes to Mina’s question. Mina ask just to make sure “is y/n the father?” “Of course unnie, I haven’t been with anyone else!” Mina gets up and walks towards both of you, she clenches her fists and begins to throw small punches towards your arm and chest and says “come on y/n, you cant keep it in your pants? First jihyo, then me, and now Dahyun? Are you trying to get all of us pregnant?” You reply “im sorry mina, it all all happened so fast, but i will definitely take responsibility.” “Of course, you need to take care of Dahyun and her baby” says mina. Mina turns to Dahyun and says “aww Dahyun im so happy for you! We can’t wait for meet your baby. Jisoo, Hina, and Ari are going to have another sibling to play with it” The congratulations continues between Dahyun, mina, and jihyo. You then raise your hand and say “umm, i also want to apologize to jihyo and Dahyun for what happened yesterday. I know that what happened made Dahyun a bit uncomfortable and i want to talk about our relationship between us four.” Dahyun recalls what feelings and thoughts of what happened yesterday. She mentioned that at first it was hard for her to accept that she would see y/n and another would be sexually active in the house. She knew that it could happen but not seeing it first hand. Jihyo talked about she is open and comfortable with y/n having sexual realtionships with other members if the members themselves are the ones who are interested or initiate it. “I am not going to force or encourage a member to engage in sexual realtionships with him but im okay with it. I even got baby jisoo , mina got Hina and Ari out of it” said jihyo. Mina then said “ umm, im okay with it, I don’t want to stop someone from showing their feels, but try not to get ever girl pregnant y/n, at least use protection. But I’m also open to join one of you some time( in a soft voice).” This was something unexpected from mina you thought, but somewhat happy inside. The idea of having you with mina and another member got you a bit hard. “It is going to take me some time to get used to it but i think i would like to keep this between us, maybe in the future i might change my mind. I’m not complete closed to it” said Dahyun.

I think that went well, I'll ask Mina and Jihyo if they've had breakfast yet and offer to make something for them. Dahyun already ate so she could help me make the others breakfast. I'll also plan a day with each of them, it's been too long since we got to spend some alone time together.

[fireflythecinnamonjollyrancher]

I'm constantly battling whether or not I'm ace or I just don't feel valued and therefore am never horny.

dear anon,

im so sorry this took so long to answer! or in corporate speak, thank you for your patience.

the tricky thing about being ace is it's hard to describe the lack of something. i cannot explain sexual attraction because as far as I know I've never experienced it.

the nice thing about being ace is you get to decide if it defines your experience.

i wont lie, i have also struggled with "am i just ace bc no one has had a crush on me and this is easier than rejection". I'm sure you and i are not the only ones! unfortunately, there's no easy answer to that question. our world often lies somewhere in between, I'm afraid.

what i ended up settling on was embracing an ace identity bc it made me happy and feel good. i liked being ace, whether or not i was desired by others (and i rarely if ever desired others)

also, on a more literal level, ace is all about attraction, not action. its about your attraction to others, not the other way around. so, if you think you do experience sexual attraction even if its not reciprocated, maybe ace isn't a label that fits you very well (it still could! gray ace and demi n all that). but if, even at your most confident, even if you have the world falling at your feet, you don't feel that tug of sexual attraction, its possible you are just ace.

i hope that explains things well. if you have more questions feel free to shoot them my way and ill answer them with a bit more speed this time.

tl;dr: you get to decide whatever makes you happy and comfortable!

(i also welcome other responses in the comments!)

#firefly talks #asexual #ace