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[nellasbookplanet]

Book recs: Queer science fiction, part 1

There is a lot of queer sf out there, and I read a lot of sf. When I started working on this list, I quickly realized it was impossible to include all that I've read and enjoyed in one single rec post. Thus, this is the first of so far three queer sci-fi book rec posts.

A note: queer here does not necessarily mean "guarantee of an f/f or m/m ship with a happy ending", but rather simply a significant presence of queerness. Some of the books feature no romance but has a same gender attracted/trans/a-spectrum lead, or features an m/f relationship with bisexual, trans or aro/ace characters, or simply features a world-building which is heavily queer inclusive in ways that don't always compare to our own ideas of sexuality and gender. I have however disqualified works where the only queer presence is along the lines of "gay best friend" or a blink and you'll miss it confirmation that never comes up again.

Previous book rec posts:

Really cool fantasy worldbuilding, really cool sci-fi worldbuilding, dark sapphic romances, mermaid books, vampire books, many worlds: portal fantasies, many worlds: alternate timelines, robots and artificial intelligences, post- and transhumanism, alien intelligences

For more details on the books, continue under the readmore. Titles marked with * are my personal favorites. And as always, feel free to share your own recs in the notes!

The Light Brigade by Kameron Hurley*

Dietz is a soldier in the war between Earth and Mars - to travel to the battle front, she and her fellow soldiers are broken down into light to be able to quickly travel across space. But something keeps going wrong with Dietz's travels; her memories don't match up with the mission briefs, as she experiences time itself turning in on itself. Is she going mad? Or are the things she's learning skipping through time the truth - and the war that's stealing her life the lie? A mindfuck of a book that's scathing in its critique of fascism and war. Features a sapphic lead but no romance.

A Psalm for the Wild-Built (Monk and Robot duology) by Becky Chambers

Novella. Long ago, robots, upon gaining sentience, simply laid down their work and walked into the wilderness. Long after, a tea monk looking for purpose follows after them into the wilds, where they come across one of the robots seeking its own sort of answers. While not plotless, this story focuses more on character and vibes over plot. Also has a nonbinary main character and features conversations on gender between human and robot.

Meet Me In Another Life by Catriona Silvey*

Thora and Santi are strangers, brought together by a coincidence and torn apart just as abruptly when tragedy strikes. But this is neither the first nor the last time they meet - again and again they encounter each other, as friends, lovers, enemies, family, every time recognizing in each other a familiarity no one else carries. But with every new life, a mysterious danger grows ever closer, forcing them to find out the truth of their connection. This is a puzzle-box of a story that goes some entirely unexpected places in a very wild ride, featuring a bisexual co-lead.

The Archive Undying (The Downworld Sequence) by Emma Mieko Candon

In a world where AI gods sometimes lose their minds and take entire populations down with them, Sunai was the only survivor when his god went down. In the 17 years since, he has wandered on his own, unable to either die or age, drowning his sorrows in drink and men. But his attempts to flee his past comes to a stop as he is forced back into the struggle between man and machine. Featuring some pretty wild world building and narrative techniques, this book will definitely confuse you, but it is worth the experience.

The Paradox Hotel by Rob Hart

January Cole works security at the Paradox Hotel, last stop for tourists heading for the timeport, which allows them to travel to and witness any moment in time. But years of proximity to the timeport has left its damage on January, making her unstuck in time, letting her relive memories of her dead lover even as her sanity slips away bit by bit. As she starts witnessing proof of a horrible crime in the hotel that no one else can see, January must race against her own mind, a killer, and time itself to solve it before it's too late.

A Fractured Infinity by Nathan Tavares

Hayes Figueiredo is a struggling film-maker who wants to finish his documentary, whose life gets turned upside down when handsome physicist Yusuf Hassan enters his life, claiming an alternate version of him is a great inventor who’s sent a mysterious device to their universe. As Hayes gets drawn deeper into the conspiracy - and his feelings for Yusuf intensify - he has to decide just how far he’s prepared to go to win the life and the love he wants. Featuring a very gay and very morally dubious lead, this is a creative and strange read.

Bridge by Lauren Beukes

When she was little, Bridge and her mother Jo used to play a game - one where they traveled to other worlds, inhabiting the bodies of their other selves. Now Jo is dead, and as Bridge is cleaning out her apartment she finds a strange device: a dreamworm, the very thing that supposedly makes inter-dimensional travel possible. Suddenly faced with the possibility that multiverse travel is real, Bridge is struck by a different question: could her mother still be alive? Scifi spiced with a healthy dose of body horror and some absolutely wild twists, Bridge also features a bisexual lead (however this is a blink and you’ll miss it moment) and a nonbinary co-narrator.

The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet (Wayfarers series) by Becky Chambers

Rosemary Harper just got a job on the motley crew of the Wayfarer, a spaceship that works with tunneling new wormholes through space. With a past she wants to leave behind, Rosemary is happy to travel the far reaches of the universe with the chaotic crew, but when they land the job of a life time, things suddenly get a lot more dangerous. A bit of a tumblr classic in its day, this is a cozy space opera with an episodic feel and vividly realized characters and cultures. While pretty light on romance and focusing found family, there is a main f/f relationship.

An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon

Life on the lower decks of the generation ship HSS Matilda is hard for Aster, an outcast even among outcasts, trying to survive in a system not dissimilar to the old antebellum South. The ship's leaders have imposed harsh restrictions on their darker skinned people, using them as an oppressed work force as they travel toward their supposed Promised Land. But as Aster finds a link between the death of the ship's sovereign and the suicide of her own mother, she realizes there may be a way off the ship.

Ninefox Gambit (The Machineries of Empire trilogy) by Yoon Ha Lee*

Military space opera where belief and culture shape the laws of reality, causing all kinds of atrocities as empires do everything in their power to force as many people as possible to conform to their way of life to strengthen their technology and weapons. It’s also very queer, with gay, lesbian and trans major characters, albeit little to no romance.

The Left Hand of Darkness (Hainish Cycle) by Ursula K. Le Guin

1969 classic. Genly Ai is an emissary sent to the planet of Winter, meant to help facilitate Winter's inclusion in a growing intergalactic civilization. But he's unprepared for Winter's citizens, who spend much of their time genderless or switching between genders, making for a culture wildly different from that Genly is used to.

Too Like the Lightning (Terra Ignota series) by Ada Palmer*

Centuries in the future, humanity has deliberatly engineered society to be as utopian as possible, politically, socially, sexually, religiously. Written in an enlightenment style and featuring questions of human nature and whether it’s possible to change it, and what price we’re prepared to pay for peace, this book is simultaneously very heavy and very funny, and written in a very unique style. While still human, the society presented often feels starkly alien.

The Stars Are Legion by Kameron Hurley

This book fucked me up when I read it. It’s weird, it’s gross, there’s So Much Viscera, there are literally no men, it has living spaceships and biotech but in the most horrific way imaginable. Had I to categorize it I would call it grimdark military sf. It’s an experience but not necessarily a pleasant one.

The Luminous Dead by Caitlin Starling*

Possibly one of the most unsettling books I’ve ever read, and definitely the most claustrophobic. Gyre, a caver on an alien planet, ventures into the dark and dangerous underground, guided only by a woman who has no compunctions on using and manipulating Gyre as she sees fit to obtain her secretive goals down in the caves.

Escaping Exodus (Escaping Exodus series) by Nicky Drayden

While my feelings on Escaping Exodus were mixed, it cannot be denied that the dynamic between the two leads and the way they go from childhood best friends to enemies on different sides of a class and power struggle is very delicious. It also features some really cool worldbuilding of living, alien generation spaceships and the human culture that has developed inside them.

The Doors of Eden by Adrian Tchaikovsky*

The Doors of Eden is something of an experiment in speculative biology, featuring versions of Earth in which various different species were the one to rise to sentience, from dinosaurs to neanderthals. Now, something is threatening the existence of all timelines, dragging multiple different people and species into the struggle, among those a pair of cryptid hunting girlfriends and a transgender scientist.

Ascension by Jacqueline Koyanagi

Ascension follows Alana Quick, an expert Sky Surgeon who stows away on a spaceship in hopes of landing herself a job. But the ship and its crew are in deeper waters than she expected, facing threats emerging from a whole other universe, all of them searching for the same person: Alana’s spiritually enlightened sister. Undeniably a bit of an odd read, Ascension is also very creative and features polyamorous lesbian relationship.

Contagion (Contagion duology) by Erin Bowman*

Young adult. After receiving an SOS, a small crew is sent on a standard search-and-rescue mission. But what they find are not survivors awaiting help, but an abandoned site, full of dead bodies and crawling with something... monstrous. No romance, but features one sapphic co-lead and one who can easily be read as demisexual (however this doesn't show up until book two, which has more romance).

A Memory Called Empire (Texicalaan duology) by Arkady Martine

Mahit Dzmare is an ambassador sent to the center of the multi-system Teixcalaanli Empire, where she discovers that her predecessor has died. Trying to protect her home, an independent mining station, from being taken over by the empire, Mahit struggles to find out the truth of her predecessor's death while carrying the voice of his ghost in her head, guiding her as best he can. Light on the romance but does feature a sapphic relationship.

The Outside (The Outside trilogy) by Ada Hoffman*

AKA the book the put me in an existenial crisis. Souls are real, and they are used to feed AI gods in this lovecraftian inspired scifi where reality is warped and artifical gods stand against real, unfathomable ones. Autistic scientist Yasira is accused of heresy and, to save her eternal soul, is recruited by post-human cybernetic ‘angels��� to help hunt down her own former mentor, who is threatening to tear reality itself apart. Sapphic main character.

Dawn (Xenogenesis trilogy) by Octavia E. Butler*

After a devestating war leaves humanity on the brink of extinction, survivor Lilith finds herself waking up naked and alone in a strange room. She’s been rescued by the Oankali, who have arrived just in time to save the human race. But there’s a price to survival, and it might be humanity itself. Absolutely fucked up I love it I once had to drop the book mid read to stare at the ceiling and exclaim in horror at what was going on. Queer in the sense that the Oankali doesn't follow human ideas of gender and relationships, which is mirrored in their romantic relationships with humans. It is, however, pretty dark, with examinations of agency and consent, so enter with caution.

Remnant by Kate Genet

One day, Cass wakes up and finds everyone else is gone. Not dead, just gone, leaving her in a world which nature starts taking back with a dangerous, unnatural speed. But as she tries to survive this new normal, Cass realizes she may not be alone after all - but who else is out there, and are they a threat?

The Scorpion Rules (Prisoners of Peace duology) by Erin Bow*

Young Adult. Featuring a dystopian future in which an AI forcibly keeps world peace by holding the children of world leaders hostage. If anyone attempts to start a war, their child will be executed. Greta is one of these children, kept in a school with others like her. But things start to change one day when a new, less obedient hostage arrives. A unique, slowburn take on the YA dystopian craze, also featuring a bisexual love triangle.

Iron Widow (Iron Widow series) by Xiran Jay Zhao

Young adult. Zetian is a citizen of Huaxia, where mecha aliens are constantly trying to breach the Great Wall. To keep them at bay, couples of men and women pilot so called Chrysalises, giant transforming robots. But the pilots are not equal - the women almost always die, sucked dry by their co-pilots. When Zetian sets herself up to become a concubine-pilot, she does so with the plan to assassinate the male pilot who caused her sister's death. Features a polyamorous main relationship.

Bonus AKA I haven't read these yet but they seem really cool:

Survival Instincts by May Dawney

Lynn Tanner has been surviving the post-apocalypse alone with only her dog for a long time, trusting no one. But when she's forced to travel the dangerous remains of New York City alongside another woman, her priorities are challenged. Is staying alone really the best way to stay alive?

These Burning Stars by Bethany Jacobs

When con-artist Jun Ironway gets her hands on possible proof of the powerful Nightfoot family, controllers of interplanetary travel, committing genocide, she has in her hands a chance of taking them and their monopoly down. But the family and their allies won't go down easily, and sends two brutal clerics to stop her.

Everfair by Nisi Shawl

A neo-victorian alternate history, in which a part of Congo was kept safe from colonisation, becoming Everfair, a safe haven for both the people of Congo and former slaves returning from America. Here they must struggle to keep this home safe for them all.

#nella talks books #the light brigade #a psalm for the wild built #meet me in another life #the archive undying #the paradox hotel #fracture infinity #bridge #the long way to a small angry planet #an unkindness of ghosts #ninefox gambit #the left hand of darkness #terra ignota #the stars are legion #the luminous dead #escaping exodus #the doors of eden #the outside #xenogenesis #remnant #the scorpion rules #iron widow #survival instincts #these burning stars #everfair

[jihyoruri]

firecracker!yn facts I miss my hot head

FIRECRACKER!YN FACTS

firecracker!yn, was added to lesserafim in the summer of 2022 making her a late added member

firecracker!yn, before she was a trainee she did taekwondo and was so big that she could’ve been the youngest to go to the olympics

firecracker!yn, loves ghibli so much it’s an obsession she has everything ghibli

firecracker!yn, has major anger issues and it gets really bad sometimes like her issues are not a joking matter to the members and they’ll immediately go after the person who tries to trigger her purposefully.

firecracker!yn, has really bad vision and is always in her glasses the, only time you won’t see her in them is when she’s on stage.

firecracker!yn, is the second youngest of the group only being a year older than eunchae.

firecracker!yn, likes be alone, she’s always in her room and in behind the scene videos she’s always in her own corner on the couch mostly staring off into space.

firecracker!yn, loves wired headphones like for some reason she can’t stand bluetooth.

firecracker!yn, she’s really close friends with rei from ive.

firecracker!yn, has the biggest beef with yunjin it’s the funniest things ever.

firecracker!yn, loves sakura so much like that’s her mom.

firecracker!yn, is forced to have chaewon sit beside her during interviews so the leader can monitor her when she gets the mic (chaewon is genuinely scared of what yn will say because she’s so unpredictable.)

firecracker!yn, she’s a chrome hearts ambassador

firecracker!yn, has the biggest beef with minji

firecracker!yn, is known for how bored she looks during award shows (but she’s actually amazed she just doesn’t know how to express facial expressions if it isn’t anger)

firecracker!yn, is blackpink’s biggest fan fan ( it was confirmed that rosé follows yn’s insta on her private account, in one of her fim-vlogs there’s a blackpink light stick in the background in her room, she wore a born pink tour shirt at the airport, she had a jisoo photo card in the back of her case for a while, when the girls filmed karaoke for a vid the only song yn participated in was playing with fire, a leaked photo of younger yn at a blackpink concert and there’s clips of every time an interviewer asks the girls about other groups yn finds a way to bring up blackpink)

firecracker!yn, along with blackpink being her favourite 3rd gen group, aespa is her fav 4th gen group.

firecracker!yn, is called the ace of her group because of how she excels in rap dance and singing and writing and producing.

firecracker!yn, likes to keep her hair short but always has crazy highlights in it.

firecracker!yn, has a soft voice for someone who’s so grungy and is always mad.

firecracker!yn, wrote and produced, impurities and celestial and for other groups she’s produced and written, cool with you, get up newjeans, sacrifice(eat me up), chaconne enhypen, my night routine formis_9 (SHE IS HYBES ELITE EMPLOYEE)

firecracker!yn, has compilations of her laughing at something eunchae said but then immediately making her face straight again.

firecracker!yn, is the biggest instigator when it comes to her members arguing with each other because most of time its the other way around and it’s her arguing with them.

firecracker!yn, has two locks on her door.

firecracker!yn, grew up with her dad, her two older brothers and her little brother .

firecracker!yn, has a loose mouth and is constantly getting caught swearing on camera.

firecracker!yn, biggest scandal is her telling yunjin that she’s gonna push her off the stage in the background of one of their videos.

firecracker!yn, either has a blackpink photocard in the back of her phone or a iz*one sakura photo card.

firecracker!yn, has a belly and tongue piercing that she got without any her member knowing (she literally have chaewon a heart attack when she saw it)

#firecracker!yn

[writeforfandoms]

Waking Lions 16

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You attempt to gather more intel, with limited success. Fortunately (or unfortunately), Price isn't going anywhere.

Warnings: Price needs a whole warning label by now, flirting, swearing, Valeria also needs a warning label, more backstory for Ace, Flirting.

Word count: 1.9k

John Price x f!reader

You took over an empty office to make your call, shutting the door on Captain’s (admittedly mild) objection. You needed privacy to make this call, and Kate, at least, was used to your ways. 

You just hoped that Valeria would answer still. 

“Marigold.” She sounded faintly surprised. 

“You did me a big favor,” you told her without preamble. “I’d like to return the favor.”

“I’m listening.” She spoke carefully but didn’t sound suspicious, thank goodness. 

“There are… people who know about AQ and are working against them,” you said, hesitating briefly. There was only so much you could tell her without breaking your own rules. “If you’re still involved, I’d recommend you back out. Immediately.”

Valeria hummed softly to show she’d heard, undoubtedly weighing her options. “You’re certain?”

“Saw the plans myself,” you confirmed. “I’d rather not see you face this.” 

She was quiet for a few moments, and you remained patient. “Is this to do with the name that sent you running?”

For a moment, you debated asking how she knew. But you tabled that for a later discussion. “Yes.”

She huffed softly. “I wondered. He is a little too cozy with Al-Qatala.”

“Don’t suppose you know more about that?” It couldn’t hurt to ask.

She laughed softly. “Nothing that will benefit you, Marigold. You find somewhere to hole up until this blows over, then come visit me. We can build in the ashes.” She hung up without giving you a chance to respond.

Well. Good to know that you had a place with her if things didn’t work out. 

Now you just had to survive this whole mess. No problem. 

You opened the office door and found Garrick sitting in the hallway, typing on his phone. He didn’t seem like he’d been paying attention, and unfortunately you didn’t know if he spoke Spanish or not. 

“Kate ordered coffee and pastries,” he said, glancing up at you from his phone. 

“Thanks.” You stepped past him to the conference room again. Captain was gone, nowhere to be seen, leaving you and Kate alone. 

“That was fast.” She didn’t look at you, one hand waving to the pastries in a clear invitation. 

“I got lucky, caught my contact at a good time.” You picked out something that looked good, taking a careful bite. Mm. Yeah, you were definitely hungry now. 

“How are you?” She was fortunately still focused on her tablet as she asked. Well. Knowing her, she’d done it intentionally, giving you a little space. 

You puffed out a breath, taking a moment to decide how to answer. “Been better,” you managed lightly. 

“Understandable.” Kate breathed out slowly, glancing up at you. “We’re in a better position now than last time.”

“Yes,” you agreed mildly. But you didn’t voice the thought that so was he. 

So you decided to ignore the unease settling in your gut and just focus on helping Kate. 

The amount of information she had was a little surprising, and idly you wondered how hard she’d pushed to get it all. But that worked in your favor - the more information, the better. 

The main problem, as far as you were concerned, was that she had no information on Gray, and you didn’t have a way to get that kind of information. 

Captain and Garrick dipped in and out of the room, talking to Kate. You mostly ignored them, focused on your tasks and putting puzzle pieces together. But you did notice something… not odd, perhaps, but quite interesting.

Captain touched you every time he was near you. A hand to your shoulder, two fingers to the back of your hand, his knee pressing into yours under the table. Each touch warmed you, little sparks lingering on your skin long after he’d moved away again.

You knew what that meant. You’d felt something similar before. But you had no idea what to actually do with that information. 

So you didn’t. 

“The others will be here tomorrow,” Captain said, which finally made you tune back in. “Some of the Vaqueros volunteered to help, too.” 

“Of course they did.” Kate’s smile was small but pleased. “They’re good men.” 

“Sounds like a fun little war council,” you quipped, leaning back and squeezing the back of your neck. “Also sounds like not my area of expertise, so–”

“Not a chance,” Captain interrupted, smirking down at you. 

You shrugged, though you did eye him. “What if I promised to stay put?” 

“You’ll do more good here.” Captain returned his attention to the map. 

“You’re outmatched,” Kate told you, quietly smug. You flipped her off. 

“You should be on my side,” you grumbled at her. “I doubt I’ll be of any use to you lot.” 

“We’ll see.” Kate leaned away from the map finally, checking the time. Darkness had fallen outside the window, and you finally realized how late it must be. “I’m calling it a night.” 

“Good plan.” Captain helped roll up the map. “Meet bright and early, then?” 

“With coffee,” Kate promised. 

“Can I get you dinner?” Gaz asked, near-gluing himself to Kate’s side. “Mum has a recipe she wants me to pass on.” 

Those two left, their voices fading as they walked down the hallway. 

Leaving you with Captain. 

“Gaz’s got the right idea,” Captain murmured, stopping next to you. “Dinner?” 

You swallowed. Oh this was a bad idea. This was a terrible idea. But you tipped your head to look up at him, catching the flicker of a smile across his lips. Bad ideas hadn’t killed you yet. “Yeah. Sure. I know a place.” 

Captain motioned you out first, flipping lights off as you two left. “Why here?”

“Hmm?” You looked back at him, blinking. 

“Why have this be your bug out city?” He slowed his steps a little to match yours, hands brushing as you walked. 

You puffed out your cheeks, briefly debating how to answer. You could lie. Easily. But… You could also tell him the truth. What would he do, mock you? Somehow you doubted it. 

“I grew up here,” you admitted. “My father had a house in the suburbs.” 

“Seems a bit on the nose,” Captain murmured. “You’re certain Gray won’t think to look for you here?”

“Nah.” You grinned. “I’ve been back here several times over the years, you know. Even been here with Kate before. Gray abandoned this place long ago.” 

Captain hummed softly, stepping ahead only to hold the door for you to get outside. You hunched your shoulders a little, not expecting the chill. Captain stepped closer to you, lending you body heat in a way he probably thought was subtle. 

“I need to run in here,” you told him, nodding to the nearest store. “Got an order to pick up.”

He blinked at you. “An order?”

You shot him a wry smile. “Was in such a rush I didn’t grab clothes yesterday. It’s a bit out of the way to drive back there, so.” You motioned to the store. 

He snorted softly. “How long had you been awake?” 

“Not sure,” you answered honestly. “Way too long.” You were not in the least surprised when he followed you into the store. Picking up your order was quick, at least, and he took one of the bags for you. 

“You can give me directions,” he said, half an order, as he steered you back to the car. You just gave in. Honestly, it was easier. 

And, if you really wanted to be honest with yourself, you didn’t feel like arguing with him. 

You were surprised when he asked for a booth and sat next to you, though. He didn’t talk much until you’d both ordered and the waitress had left. 

“You make a habit of taking snarky information specialists out to dinner?” you joked, leaning back in the booth. 

“Nah.” He pressed his leg against yours, smirking at you. “Just you.” 

Your pulse fluttered in surprise, and your lips parted, just a little. His gaze dipped down, slowly, leisurely. 

He may as well have started a bonfire between the two of you for how quickly you warmed. 

“Well.” You licked your lips, watching him track the movement. “I’d ask if you know what you’re doing, but you seem to have things well in hand.” 

“Usually do.” His hand landed on your knee, a relatively safe location. And yet it sent your pulse thundering. 

“I can see that.” You let your gaze drop purposefully to his hand before meeting his gaze again. But you didn’t complain. Far from it. “What are you hoping for here, Captain?” 

“Getting you to use my name is a good start.” His fingers inched up to your thigh. 

“I’ll think about it.” You smirked, amused. 

“What’s it going to take to get you to use it, hm?” He leaned closer to you, voice dipping lower. 

You smiled slowly, tongue darting out to wet your lips and tempt him into looking. He didn’t quite give in, holding your gaze instead. “You’re a smart man,” you murmured. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” 

He hummed soft acknowledgement, fingers gripping your thigh gently. But he didn’t do more than that, gaze lifting to the waitress who brought your drinks and food.

Quiet fell between the two of you again, charged but also oddly… peaceful. Easy. 

You really needed to stop being surprised at how much sway this man had over you. You also had to decide what you wanted to do about it. 

Captain paid, waving off your offer. He even opened your door for you when the two of you got back to the car. 

The trip back to the hotel was silent. Charged but peaceful enough. And it gave you time enough to decide what you wanted.

You knew that if you said the word, he’d back off. Let you shower in peace and give you the bed again. Because that was the kind of man he was. 

And if you didn’t tell him to back off, if you gave him permission to continue… Well. You would be in for a hell of a night. 

You just had to decide what you wanted. He was already close, closer than most people ever got. He knew you better than most. And he already had a place in your heart. Which was the most dangerous part for you. 

He could so easily hurt you. 

But a part of you, a small part, wanted to trust him. To see if this would work. 

He parked the car but didn’t get out yet, simply sitting. You blinked and looked at him, shadows from a light in the parking lot playing across his features. 

If there was anyone you would want to try this with, it was him. He had Kate’s trust. Surely you could piggyback off hers and extend your own? 

“Plannin’ on looking all night?” he asked, low and amused.

“Still deciding,” you quipped back. “It’s an awful nice view, after all.” 

He chuckled, low and quiet, and popped his door. “Might as well have better lighting then, hm?” 

“Suppose so.” You flashed him a grin before you got out. He took one of the bags for you and walked you inside, hand light on your back. 

By the time the elevator made it up to your floor, you’d decided. 

When the door closed behind the two of you, you dropped your bag, uncaring of the contents at the moment. You turned, hands lifting to his mutton chops (surprisingly soft), guiding him down into a kiss.

#waking lions #john price x reader #john price x you #f!reader

[yuurei20]

Hiii!

I was wondering how the rooms were distributed in each dorm. I know that the housewardens have their individual room but i believe that in Hearstabyul Ace and Deuce share their room with other 2 students and in Octaville Jade and Floyd share a room, so i guess it's different in every dorm and i wondered how It was in other dorms and if there was any information abt the roomates.

I rlly like your posts, it's rlly cool learning more abt TW lore and characters.

Hello hello!! Thank you so much, you are too kind! ♡ And also thank you for this ask, it was so interesting to look into!

Some room situations have been confirmed via dialogue while others have not, there are various theories based upon the cross-referencing of dialogue, graphics and the novel, and something curious might be going on with EN-server's Octavinelle:

First-year living situations are referred to at least twice as being four-man rooms. As this information comes from Ace and Deuce it seems not uncommon for people to assume that this must be Heartslabyul's particular setup, but neither character ever specifies that this situation is unique to Heartslabyul: they say it is specific to first-year students.

And the rooming situation at NRC is described explicitly in the second novel:

"In each dorm 1st-year students are four to a room with 2nd-year students two to a room and, as a 3rd-year student, you finally get a room to yourself.

Housewardens are the one exception, with their own room regardless of year."

So it is possible that roommate arrangements are the same across all seven dorms. But! Many things have been changed in the novels from the original game (Leona's introduction, the prefect going to Pomefiore alone, etc), so it might be better to not use the novels as a reference for what is or isn't game-canon. This neither proves nor disproves the possibility of the game following the same roommate system, but it does give us something to go off of :>

Ace and Deuce were hinted at having the same bedroom in a vignette, and this was confirmed during Spectral Soiree when Ace says he can hear Deuce grinding his teeth in his sleep.

Comparing their bedrooms themselves, objects from Ace's bookshelf can be seen in Deuce's room.

Unlike the overlapping objects in the Ace/Deuce shared bedroom, there is no proof of Cater, Trey or Riddle sharing a room with anyone, which may support the "third years and housewardens have private rooms" theory.

Further support comes from Cater's comment that he and Trey only shared a room for their first two years at the school.

This might point to them sharing a room with two others in their first year, having a room alone together their second year, and now they are in private rooms.

There is an interesting situation at Savanaclaw where they have empty rooms in the dorm, but students are still rooming together rather than cleaning out a room to use for themselves.

It is possible that "first-years are four-to-a-room, second-years are two-to-a-room" is a rule at the school. Only some first- or second- years getting private rooms or fewer roommates wouldn't be fair to the others, so they have to share rooms even though there is space available.

Leona has a line about Ruggie sharing a room with at least one other person during Spectral Soiree, so Ruggie having a roommate is also confirmed.

(The Japanese language doesn't really have "the" or "a," and EN chose to write this line as "a guy in his room," as though there are multiple people besides Ruggie. It could technically be interpreted either way.)

Much like Ace and Deuce, illustrations show proof of other people living in Jack and Ruggie's rooms, while there is no such proof in Leona's.

There is also no visual proof of Azul sharing a room with anyone, while there is proof in Jade and Floyd's.

Based on visuals alone it seems there might be an argument for the twins sharing rooms with other people: the positioning of the chairs and a stack of books in Floyd's room do not seem to correlate with Jade's room. A stack of objects in Ace's room can clearly be seen in Deuce's room, so it seems like such details would be carried over if that's what we're supposed to think is going on.

But, unlike most other characters, it has been confirmed in dialogue that Floyd and Jade share a room on JP!

The Japanese language doesn't really use possessive pronouns in the same way that English does, as things like that are generally communicated via context.

Since English forces you to specify such information (which Aniplex USA might not actually know), they added "Jade's room" to Floyd's dialogue in his birthday vignette, despite how Floyd did not specify Jade having a separate room at all: he just says that Jade is always keeping an unspecified room clean. While he could technically be talking about Jade's room, he could also be talking about their shared room.

This is a kind of vague example and may not be particularly convincing either way, but there have been at least two more references in-game:

In Floyd's original, in-game dialogue, he says that he doesn't want to go back his room because he wants to be alone, but Jade will be coming home soon. The word "room" was changed on EN to "dorm," not once, but twice:

In another vignette he says that Jade smells so earthy all the time that it brings his mood down just to be in the dorm room. So I think I can understand someone playing EN and thinking that the twins might be in separate rooms with different roommates, but that does not seem to be the case!

Much like Riddle, Leona and Azul, there is no proof of roommates in the bedroom illustration for Kalim, but another student's rug, bookshelf and desk can be seen to the side of Jamil's despite how he is a vice-houswarden. This may be in support of the "two students per 2nd year bedroom, housewardens are the only exception" theory.

Neither Rook nor Vil have any proof of roommates in their bedroom designs, while what may be another student's closet can be seen to the side of Epel's.

There is no proof of a human roommate in Idia's bedroom (the blue stand off to the right is heavily hinted in Book 7 as being for Ortho), and he has a voice line about being miserable sharing a dorm room until becoming Housewarden.

Despite being counted as a first-year student (while he has technically been at the school as long as Idia), post-Book-6 Ortho's room also does not seem to have any proof of being a shared space, but it was confirmed in New Years 2024 that Ortho does have multiple roommates.

There is proof of roommates in both Sebek and Silver's room illustrations, with what are presumably other students' desks seen in both of them.

There is no proof of roommates in Lilia or Malleus' bedrooms, and we learn in Spectral Soiree that their two rooms are located next to one another:

#twstask #twisted wonderland

[thcfountain]

anonymous asked: "I saw requests are still open and was wanting to request a cute little friends to lovers with Matt? If they’re not open totally ignore this 😅 I love you work!!"

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Matt Dierkes x ace afab!reader. She/her pronouns. Fluff. 2,850 words.

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“Bryan is down for the count,” Noah announces and then he shrugs and adds, “well he's down for at least a week.” Their friend and on tour photographer and caught a nasty bug somewhere along the line, halfway into tour and the band was equal parts worried as well as wondering what they would do next.

“We don't need a photographer for the next few shows, right?” Folio asks, trying his best to be helpful.

“We could just ask y/n,” adds Matt in a tone that was way too nonchalant for the exchange of looks the band gave each other at his suggestion. “She does tour photography and she's really good,” he continues, pushing the idea of his friend, you, filling in for a bit.

The band cast knowing glances at each other - it didn't matter how often Matt referred to you as just his friend or how much he convinced himself it was true, they were all waiting for the moment that he inevitably realized that he was ass over heels in love with you. It hadn't happened yet, obviously, but they knew it was coming soon and the prospect of you joining them on tour for a short time would surely help him realize his true feelings.

Of course, you were almost as bad as Matt was. It was clear to the band that you had feelings for Matt too, but you didn't act on them, probably because you couldn't see that he liked you back.

“Well,” Noah says, looking at his bandmates for confirmation, “alright. Have her meet us at the next venue if she agrees and make sure you purchase her plane tickets,” Noah adds on. 

Of course you agreed. There was no chance that you would have ever denied Matt something, especially if he needed you. Sure it wasn't just Matt who needed you, but it was Matt that mattered. You met the band at the venue, as per Noah, and rolled your suitcase towards their van, your camera back slung over your shoulder.

“You made it,” Matt greets you, taking your suitcase without being asked and pulling it onto the bus. “You get the bunk under mine, Noah made sure we made you space,” he gestures to the bunk in question and gives you a smile. “Right now we're starting to load gear into the venue.”

There's a moment of silence as you two get caught up in staring into each other's eyes, each of you searching for the right thing to say next. He wanted to mention how happy he was that you had come and you wanted to tell him how excited you were to work with him but somehow neither of you managed to speak.

“No fucking on the bus, that was your own rule, Matt,” the sound of Noah's voice breaks the silence as he pops his head in and both you and Matt go red in the cheeks as you both blush. “Come help us load, some of this gear is front of house after all.”

You both jumped to action, immediately going to load gear and constantly bumping into each other while giggling about it.

“$20 that we catch them fucking,” Folio pipes up as he, Jolly, and Ruffilo watch you and Matt giggling at each other and constantly finding ways to bump into or touch one another.

Jolly shakes his head. “She's ace, remember? So $20 that we catch them making out at most.”

“No way,” Ruffilo shakes his head. “They're both too dumb to realize they're in love.”

“Bets on,” replies Folio. “If you we win you owe us both $20 and dinner.”

“I'll take that bet,” Ruffilo agrees.

You are nothing but professional as the concert rages on. You move across the stage and sidelines with ease, taking shot after shot of the band and the crowd. As always, Noah knows how to hype up his fans, how to make them scream in excitement or shout so loud that people outside surely wonder what the fuck is going on. You grab a bunch of shots, knowing that many of them will end up looking super cool for their collective social medias. When the concert is over, you immediately go to help load gear back up into the bus.

A hand brushes your own, both of you grabbing the handle of a case at the same time and you look up into Matt's eyes and laugh. “Sorry, it's all yours if you wanna load it out,” you say with a joking lilt to your voice before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I think it's the last bit that needs to be loaded back up.”

Matt's hand remains atop your own on the handle and he can't help the way that you make him smile and he's convinced himself that he doesn't feel those flutter of butterfly wings in his gut when you give him your attention. The very idea that someone as kind and beautiful as you could like him, the self proclaimed Hater King, just didn't compute in his mind. Here you were, a million ways different then him just in the very nature you had to be soft and kind when he prides himself on being a hater, on being mean when it was called for. In his mind, your very friendship was probably created out of kindness alone.

“I've got it,” he answers after a short moment, finally letting your hand free from where it was trapped between his hand and the handle. “You can go ahead and head back to the bus.”

When Matt finally made his way onto the bus, he was ready to crash. His days were pretty go, go, go since he was tour manager for such a successful band and so it went past his head when he crawled into his bunk that a few people were missing.

You, Folio, and Davis had wandered off in search of a quick, nearby place to grab food for yourselves and luckily the venue wasn't too far from a little restaurant that was open late, seeming to carry more towards the late night hungry drunks or people with the munchies after a show. Food had been purchased and the three of you began your journey back to the bus.

“So what's up with you and Matt?” Davis asks, ignoring the glances Folio was suddenly giving him because he was unaware of the earlier bet that had been placed. “You two are cute together.”

For the second time that day, your cheeks brighten, flooding with warmth. “I don't know what you mean,” you say quickly, avoiding Davis’ eyes. “He's my best friend, that's all.”

A disbelieving sound comes out of Davis and Folio cuts him off before he can even speak. “You and Matt should just make out and then go from there!” The idea was absolutely biased on his bet with Jolly and Ruffilo, which you didn't know, so all you could do was let your jaw drop open as you stare at him. 

“Ignore him,” Davis says, patting your shoulder as the bus comes into view. “He's suffering from dumbass-itis.”

You scurry onto the bus, fleeing the conversation and head straight to Matt's bunk. 

He wakes up a little annoyed when his curtain is pulled back, flooding light into his face but then his stomach growls as he catches the scent of food and his eyes land on you.

“Here, I got your favorite,” you tell him, holding up the pastic bag full of Styrofoam and plastic containers of food that you had purchased for him. His heart does a little sommersault in his chest as he hops out of the bunk and takes the food you offered. “Should we eat together?” 

“Thanks,” he murmurs, letting you lead him to the sitting area in the back of the bus. Some of the band sits back there, doing their own thing, others are already crammed into their bunks. “This smells amazing, but I might just be starving,” Matt states as the two of you huddle together and begin opening up containers of food.

It's like you're both suddenly in a world of your own as you pass food to each other, sharing without asking as you settle into a comfortable atmosphere. The two of you are at ease with each other, an ease that had grown over years of friendship.

“Try this,” you say, holding up the fork to Matt's mouth, wanting to share how good the food you ordered for yourself was. 

There's no hesitation or question, he leans forward, fully trusting you, and lets you feed him with your fork. “Oh, that's to die for,” he agrees before cracking open a Dr Pepper, handing it to you for you to take the first sip.

You're both so lost in your world together that neither of you even notice the way you're watched by the band. The knowing looks they share with one another, as if to say it's only a matter of time before you and Matt stumble upon each other's true feelings. In the meantime, you two sit and giggle together, literally feeding each other bites of food and sharing Dr Peppers. (Were you literally anyone else, Matt would have bit your fingers off for even looking at his Dr Pepper.)

It was also no real surprise to the band when the two of you retired to Matt's bunk to watch anime together, only to end up falling asleep in each other's arms. 

“We're this close to winning the bet,” says Jolly upon the discovery that you and Matt were snuggled up together in his bunk, fast asleep.

Noah runs a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes and away from his face. “What bet?” He asks, stealing Ruffilo's hair brush and sticking out his tongue before running it through his short hair. “Maybe I want in.”

“We're betting against Ruffilo that Matt and y/n get caught making out,” Jolly replies. 

Folio laughs. “I added the whole crew to a group chat for taking bets about this.” He waves his phone a little and Noah laughs.

“Add me to Nicholas’ side. These two are dumbasses,” Noah decides.

Your time with the band passes quickly. You spend your days working, taking photos and helping load and unload gear or pitching in a hand in different places where it's needed. Teamwork was important on tour and you were definitely a team player. After leaving the venue at night, you and Matt would take turns being the one to pick up and buy dinner for each other, followed by falling asleep in his bunk while watching anime. It was a comfortable routine, one in which you had reminded yourself over and over again, was a routine definitely made by friends. Because surely, Matt was probably interested in someone who just wasn't you…. right?

Nevertheless, with Bryan returning, you found everyone in both the band and crew acting strange. A little… antsy, you supposed. Except for Ruffilo and Noah, who seemed to be overly excited, though you really weren't sure why.

You stood outside the bus, waiting for an uber to come pick you up and take you to the airport. It felt a little bittersweet to return home.

Matt stood with you, holding your camera bag over his shoulder, almost like he was contemplating holding it hostage so that you would stay.

“I'll miss your company,” he says after a moment of quiet. “It's not the same with my other friends,” friends. There was that word again, giving you a little stab in the heart, one that you smiled through. “It's not like I can watch anime in bed with Noah after all, he doesn't even fit into his own bunk.”

You both laugh a little. “I'll miss you too,” you reply. “I'll email you all the shots I took once they've been edited.” 

You and Matt stare at each other in awkward silence, both wanting to say more but too shy and nervous to do so.

“JUST KISS ALREADY HOLY SHIT.” You both whip your heads around to see Folio, among many others, watching from the bus’ windows, Folio had stuck his head out to yell at you and was now being yanked back inside.

Your uber arriving spared you and Matt from the embarrassment of having to deal with Folio's shouts and you slipped into the car without another word.

Matt watched you leave and then looked back at the bus, where his friends were slowly coming out, almost all of them looking annoyed as they began pulling out their wallets and handing cash over to Ruffilo and Noah.

“What the fuck?” was all Matt could get out, too many questions swarming his head for him to ask any individual questions.

“We took bets on you and y/n finally realizing you're in love with each other and making out about it,” Ruffilo says, proudly holding his stack of $20s. “Noah and I bet that you were both too stupid to admit your feelings.”

“Wait what. Are you saying she likes me?” Matt definitely felt stupid for having to ask.

“Fucking DUH,” says Folio, grumbling over his lost bet. “You don't see any of us looking at you with heart eyes,” he pauses, looking a little mischievous. “Run to her! Meet her at the airport and make out so Ruffilo and Noah lose the bet!”

“This isn't a romcom, Folio, he wouldn't make it in time nor would security let him through without a ticket,” Noah answers, shoving his wad of cash in his pocket.

“What if we ask the bus driver to put the pedal to the metal?” Folio adds and it was clear that in his head, he was imagining a high speed race in the tour bus, all the way to the airport.

The bus driver handed Ruffilo a $20. “Not happening, Folio.”

The rest of the tour passed Matt by, equally too slow and too fast. He loved seeing his boys on stage, watching them perform for hundreds of excited fans who screamed back every word, every lyric, with love. He also really wanted to get home and have a Hallmark movie moment with you.

Unfortunately, it was probably going to be less of a Hallmark romantic movie moment and more of a romcom given the fact that as soon as the band learned that he was going to your house to talk to you, all four of them crammed themselves into his car and refused to leave.

So he knocked on your door in the middle of the night with four grown men standing behind him, passing around fucking popcorn as if his life was a fucking movie. He had half a mind to turn around and tell them all off when your door swung open, revealing you standing there in pajamas.

“Oh, hey guys,” you greet, clearly a little confused at the party on your doorstep. “What's up?”

He had spent the entirety of the rest of the tour, planning what he would say to you and imagining out scenarios in his head where he was cool and suave and swept you off your feet. Instead none of that happened and Matt ended up blurting out, “I love you,” and immediately wanting to kick himself. “I mean - yeah, no, that's what I mean exactly but it was supposed to sound cooler and also there wasn't supposed to be an audience,” Folio waved, “and it was supposed to be-” 

You cut Matt off by pulling him into a kiss, one that was met with cheers and even some pelted popcorn. 

“Me too,” you say, parting from the kiss and grinning up at Matt as your heart did little leaps into your throat. “Wanna come in and watch anime?”

“I would love to,” he replies, taking your hand and letting your pull him into the house, the door slamming shut on Jolly, Noah, and the Nicks.

“So what now?” Noah asks, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “Do we just go home?”

Folio hops over to a window at the side of the house and presses his face against the glass. “I can see into the living room!” He announces. “They're making out!” 

Jolly, Ruffilo, and Noah exchange looks before immediately crowding around next to Folio, spying in the window and watching you and Matt make out on your couch.

They would have been content to stay and watch the “show”, if it weren't for the concerned neighbors who called the authorities because three grown men were peeing into windows.

“Should we call Matt and tell him that we're getting arrested?” Noah asks, climbing into the back of the police cruiser.

“No, he's gonna be mad. Let's call Bryan,” Ruffilo answers.

You and Matt made out for a bit and then settled into the couch to snuggle and continue binge watching anime together.

“So are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?” You ask with a giggle.

“I wouldn't wanna date anyone else,” he replies, giving you another little kiss.

#matt dierkes fanfic #matt dierkes x reader

[acepodcastweek]

2023 Ace Week Fiction Podcast Fan Event (October 22nd-28th)

October 22nd to October 28th 2023 is ace week, and fiction podcasts are a great medium to be asexual.

Prompts

Sunday, 22nd October

Ace of Spades | Realisation/Acceptance

Monday, 23rd October

Cake & Garlic Bread | Invisible/Seen

Tuesday, 24th October

Ace of Diamonds | Effort/Rest

Wednesday, 25th October

Space Ace | Past/Future

Thursday, 26th October

Ace of Hearts | Isolation/Connection

Friday, 27th October

Dragons | Divergence/Diversity

Saturday, 28th October

Ace of Clubs | Mourning/Celebration

More information on each list is available here.

How does this work?

I've made up two lists of daily prompts, above, to get you started. Using them is encouraged but entirely optional, and you may do as many or as few as you'd like. One per day is great, and one in one week also great. You can pick and mix, stick with one list, do both, or even just do your own thing entirely.

You can start working on them any time from right now up until during ace week, but if you're comfortable sharing them be sure to schedule or save them for the date and either @ me here at @acepodcastweek, or tag them with #ace podcast week, which I'll check daily up until November 1st.

You can join in by:

Creating art of any kind: visual, baking, music, etc

Writing fanfic

Doing poetry

Media analysis

Making recommendation lists

Holding polls

Highlighting creators

Sharing headcanons

And whatever else might strike your fancy.

Whether you want to dote on (or, let's be real, torment) your favourite ace characters, help other people find new shows they'd like, show the creative teams behind these works your appreciation, flex your brain creatively, just think it'd be interesting, or any other one of a myriad reasons, you're welcome to give it a go.

Image descriptions for visual art are not mandatory, but are strongly encouraged.

Creator Featurettes

Podcast creators and contributors who are acespec or have acespec characters are very welcome to put together little features of their characters and/or projects in advance of (or during) the week, which I'll reblog here.

Resources

There are many acespec characters in audio fiction, and I've attached two lists below to get you started.

Questions & Queries

If you have any questions, concerns, ideas, or anything else in that realm, get in touch with me here. You can drop them in the comments, my DMs, or send me an ask. Is there something I could be doing better? Let me know!

If you run any kind of community group or are a creator and would like to run a podcast ace week event, go for it. I sure don't have exclusive rights, and would welcome the company. If you let me know, I'll even promo it.

A list of asked and anticipated questions can be found here, and will be updated as additional questions are asked.

#ace podcast week #ace week #audio drama #fiction podcast #long post #housekeeping

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Part of the Job

Another story requested by my patreon member! If you're interested and would like to support my work, please consider checking it out, link in bio <3

Disclaimer: Gojo X Fem!Geto. ‘Blackmail’ but not really. Hospital sex. A lot of boob loving.

~~~~~

“Getooo~” a shrill voice called out with an annoying teasing tone. Geto rolled her eyes, already knowing why Utahime was so excited. 

“Ugh. What is it?” she asked as her Senior reached her, playing along.

“Rude. Be respectful!” Utahime said, pouting before she continued, “But anyway, your boyfriends here. Again.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Geto responded, putting away some paperwork on her desk, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have patients to take care of.”

“Yeah, and one of them is your boyfriend. He specifically asked for you. Again.”

“He’s not my boyfriend and I’m not doing it. Have Nanami look after him or something.”

“If Nanami caters to him one more time I think Gojo will leave the hospital more injured than when he came in. Just go already before he throws a tantrum.” Without waiting for a response, Utahime turned around and left the room, leaving Geto alone.

Geto sighed, realising that she unfortunately had to do her job. She looked into the mirror and checked that her uniform was proper, her white dress and stockings pristine and clean. Her long black hair was pinned up in a high ponytail, a strand of it framing her face in the front and her makeup was simple yet elegant. She looked good, as usual.

 She walked out of the room and towards the location where her…patient was waiting. She didn’t even need to confirm where the man would be. There was only one room that would be sufficient for that rich bastard.

She knocked on the door once she arrived, sliding it open before she walked in. Despite the annoying situation, she did enjoy coming into the private suite of the hospital. A series of rooms reserved for the higher ups of society- celebrities, billionaires and such. It was a large room with an AC, a TV, a working internet connection, a big comfy bed, soundproof walls and, most importantly, a private nurse.

“Geto!” the nuisance called out excitedly as she walked into the room, “About time! I’ve been waiting for so long!”

Geto closed the door behind her and locked it, rolling her eyes, “I know you just arrived, stop being so dramatic.”

Gojo, her patient in question simply stuck his tongue out at her childishly before he went back to browsing the TV channels. She made her way over to him, trying her best to steel herself for whatever bullshit he was about to start spewing.

Gojo Satoru. He was a handsome young man with striking white hair and even more mesmerising blue eyes. The first time she saw him, she had to remember how to breathe, his eyes sparkling like sapphires. He was the son of the family who owned the hospital and he was well on his way to becoming the head someday. And for some reason, he seemed to have developed a habit of faking injuries and illnesses just to get into the hospital.

For ‘some reason’.

“So, what’s your problem this time?” Geto asked as she sat beside the bed, getting comfortable, notepad in hand as she looked over the man who was sitting against the headboard of the very comfy bed.

“My head hurts.” He responded, giving her a sad puppy dog look, “It’s been hurting all day. I think it’s something serious.”

“It sure is serious.” Geto said, poking his forehead with a manicured nail, “your brain is so empty- I bet the one braincell you have is hurting your skull when it knocks around in all that space!”

“Haha. Very funny.” Gojo said, pretending like he was going to bite her fingers and laughing when she suddenly pulled away, “Anyway, you know the best cure for it, right? You are a nurse, after all. My nurse.”

“Well, a headache will just be a tablet you can swallow but…that’s not what you’re demanding, are you?”

“Demanding? I’m not demanding anything.” Gojo said, lying through his teeth as he looked her up and down with that familiar expression, “I’m just asking you, as a medical professional, to give me the treatment that works the best on me.”

Geto sighed. Here she goes again.

Double checking that the door was locked, she took off her shoes before she crawled onto the bed. Gojo threw the remote away, the TV showcasing some random program but it didn’t matter as Geto sliding onto his lap blocked his view from the machine. She looked down at him, an unimpressed look in her eyes as he stared up at her, mischief behind his blue orbs before his gaze trailed down to her chest. With a sigh, she got to work, starting to unbutton her uniform.

“Oh yeah~ Give me those tits~” the white-haired man purred, practically drooling as Geto’s skin got revealed. She pushed the top half of her dress off of her shoulders and arms, the routine getting familiar as she exposed her bra clad breasts to the perverted patient.

“Fuck-“ Gojo gasped, shamelessly pushing forward and slotting his face into her cleavage, breathing in her scent and lightly shaking his head side to side, motorboating her, “I love it when you wear black.”

“You want to take it off of me?”

“Mmhmm.”

With his face still smothered between her ample breasts, His hands slid up her back, tracing up her spine, his long fingers massaging her muscles before he reached the clasp of her bra. With practiced ease, he unhooked the item, not moving his face away from her chest even as he helped her remove it.

He threw it to the side, finally parting from her so he could have a good long look at her bare chest. Geto understood early on that Gojo was obsessed with her tits, the man often looking at her breasts more than her eyes. She was quite gifted in that department- her breasts decently big and plump enough for his hand to engulf and squeeze tightly.

Giving the valley between her breasts a kiss, his hands came up and grabbed onto her breasts, Geto’s back arching as she allowed him to grope at her. The man bit his lower lips, his pupils turning into hearts as he started to squeeze her like a toy. Her soft flesh seeped between his fingers as he groped her, Gojo using his grip on her to move her breasts in random directions. Sometimes, he’d push her breasts up a bit before letting go, his cock throbbing under Geto’s butt as he watched the way her tits bounced back down only for him to do it again.

“Shake those tits for me, yeah, that’s it~” he ordered, mouth watering as Geto shook her shoulders enough for her breasts to start moving side to side, the way her plump flesh danced mesmerising. He stuffed his face between her tits again, Geto still shaking her body as he enjoyed the feeling of her tits slapping his face.

“Tighter- fuck- make it tighter-“

Geto swore he could probably cum in his pants if the moan he let out was anything to go by. With his hands now on her ass, greedily pawing at her, she pressed her breasts closer together, squeezing them around Gojo’s face. She could feel him moan against her; his cheeks red as he happily suffocated between her soft globes.

“More- squeeze more- fuck – yes!”

Gojo’s cock was already rock hard in his pants but he couldn’t help it. He absolutely loved Geto’s body, especially her tits. He’d spend all day suckling on her nipples if she let him, her soft breasts now becoming a happy place for him. Work is annoying? He’d imagine groping her titties. People are getting on his nerves? He’d picture falling asleep with Geto’s nipple in his mouth. Geto is ignoring him to do her ‘job’? That’s fine, just jerk off to the thought of big, fat milkers-

“Oh fuck!” Gojo moaned, pulling his head from between her breasts to take a deep breath, body shivering as Geto suddenly started to move her hips against his. Her hands now behind her, grasping onto his legs, she arched her back a bit as she ground against his clothed erection, her perky butt massaging his member just right.  His grip on her ass tightened as Gojo leaned down, mouth open and panting as his tongue ran over the plush of her right breast. Making his way down to her nipple, he giggled at Geto’s flinch once he flicked her sensitive bud with his tongue, her nipple instantly hardening. Not one to waste time, he sealed his lips around her and started to suck, groaning against her from the sensation of suckling on her sweet bud while also having her ass rub against his leaking member.

As he sucked her, licking her nipple up greedily, Geto thought back to how this all started. How she was so happy to have been accepted to one of the most prestigious hospitals out there. How she quickly got the respect and admiration from her peers for her work ethic and no-nonsense attitude while still being empathetic and kind to patients. She had met Gojo a month into her job and they hit it off, his status not influencing the way she treated him. Despite his spoilt attitude, they ended up being good friends even before she realised who he was.

The first time he got injured and Geto had to look after him, he groped her butt, his pain killer muddled brain claiming it made him feel better. The second time, after he realised Geto wasn’t mad at him, he admitted himself in for a headache and needed to see Geto’s bare breasts to get better. The third time, after his days were haunted by the sight of Geto’s pretty nipples, he claimed his dick was aching and swore that emptying his balls into her mouth would solve his problems.

And so, this routine continued. Perhaps it was because Gojo was technically her boss and Geto had to follow his orders (despite the fact that Geto would sooner castrate him than do something she doesn’t want to do). Perhaps it was because Geto was pent up, hot and horny that she was willing to let Gojo use her body for his perverted desires (much more likely). Or, perhaps, they were two emotionally constipated people who’d rather fuck each other than confess to any actual affection. 

 “I want you to sit on my face.” Gojo said hungrily, flicking her nipple with his tongue before giving it a kiss. Geto snorted, biting down a gasp as he bit down on her bud, “Is that another, super legit medical procedure?” she asked.

“Sure is.” The man responded, his other hand pawing at her ass, fisting and pulling up her skirt, “your pussy juice can solve any problem.”

“Ugh. Gross.” Geto said, this time unable to hold back her gasp as he suddenly spanked her, the pain red hot and addicting, “Fine- lie down.”

With an excited grin, Gojo did as he was told (a very rare sight), his head resting comfortably against his pillow as he waited for his treat. Huffing, Geto slid her hands underneath her skirt and started to pull off her undergarments. Gojo watched as she slowly started to drag her panties down her milky white thighs, her uniform covering up her cunt but he knew he’d see it in a second. With a bit of manoeuvring, Geto threw her panties to the floor, shivering as she felt the slight chill of the air conditioner brush against her- admittedly wet- cunt.

“Ready?” she asked, crawling up towards his head.

“Fuck yes!” Gojo said, already panting excitedly as he gripped her hips, helping her balance as she finally made her way to his head. “Fucking hell-“ he gasped as she straddled his face, not sitting down yet as she gave him a perfect view of her cunt. He was quite familiar with her pussy at this point, her cunt being absolute perfection. Cute and pink with puffy pussy lips, a tuft of hair and a sensitive clit- her pussy was what dreams were made of.  “Your pussy is so perfect- fuck- get down here!”

Gripping her hips tightly, Gojo pulled her down, Geto letting out a cute yelp from the sudden movement as she sat on his face, his mouth directly on her cunt. She moaned as Gojo took a deep, greedy lick of her pussy, kissing her cunt like he was making out with it. The moans he was letting out like he was the one getting fucked was vibrating her pussy, making her body shiver as he pleasured her. Geto had to admit- the man knew how to use his tongue.

“Fuck-“ she gasped out softly, refusing to be vocal to preserve her pride as Gojo lapped at her pussy, the man sucking on her clit like it was a sweet treat. He smacked her ass occasionally, making her rock her hips against his tongue even harder as he ate her out. He seemed to love getting her to break down, having her squealing for him by the end.

She was driven to her climax embarrassingly fast, Gojo’s talented mouth working her pussy perfectly. He moaned against her, mouth open and tongue lapping up her juices as she came in his mouth, Geto muffling her moans by slapping a hand over her mouth. She trembled on top of him, her thighs shaking and back arching as the pleasure hit her, her cunt gushing all over Gojo’s face.

He eventually tapped her thigh, signalling that he wanted her to get off. She pushed herself onto his chest, the man having a happy, satisfied look on his face as he took deep breaths. He looked at her, hunger still in his eyes.

“How do you want me to take you?” he asked, panting heavily, his lips wet from her slick. Geto wasn’t any better, her body shivering from the aftermath of her orgasm but her pussy wanted more. She needed him.

“…from behind.” She said, mirroring Gojo smile as he pushed her off of him, making her fall back against the bed. She quickly rolled over as the man greedily started unbuttoning his jeans, pushing his pants and underwear down in record speed just as she got on her knees. Geto looked behind her, mouth drooling as she stared at Gojo’s thick, delicious cock. The first time she sucked him off, her jaw was sore for three days straight. He was long, thick, with heavy balls and a delicious red tip, a tip that was leaking so much pre-cum she wished she could lap it up.

He grabbed her hip with one hand, grasping the base of his cock with the other before he started slapping his dick against her wet pussy, making her jump with every hit.

“Put it in yourself.” He demanded, clearly expecting Geto to protest but the woman was so horny that she quickly complied. He chuckled as she brought her arm out from between her legs, grabbing onto his member before she guided him to her hole, pressing his tip against her leaking entrance. She heard Gojo curse at her lewd action, his cock throbbing against her as he started pushing in. They both groaned simultaneously as his dick thrust inside her, splitting apart her wet, needy walls.

“Fu-uck-“ Geto moaned, her patients dick already bumping her cervix, his dick so deliciously long it took her breath away. Gojo growled as he gave her juicy butt a mean spank, moaning as he felt her tighten around him from the impact. “Gonna move- fuck me- I love this fucking pussy!”

With another smack, the man started to thrust, gently pulling out before slamming back inside her, both of them moaning. Geto gripped onto the bedsheet tightly as her body started to move back and forth, tits swinging as he gradually picked up the pace. She always enjoyed it when Gojo took her from behind, the position making his cock drive as deep as it could inside her. His grip on her hips was tight, the man pulling her back to meet his thrusts as he started passionately fucking her. Balls clapped against her clit each time, the slick sound of their filthy fucking echoing through the room, no doubt being audible outside the door were it not for the soundproof walls.

“Fuuuuck!” Gojo snarled, sweat on his body and heat on his face as he fucked this beautiful, sexy woman. He enjoyed their little routine, knowing full well that he wasn’t actually blackmailing her. At this point, she knew enough about him that she could threaten him and get whatever she wanted. Hell, she could just withhold sex for a day and Gojo would cave. He knew he had feelings for her but it just wasn’t the time for them. It will be, eventually, he was sure of it.

So for now, he would just fuck her cunt, enjoy her body and give her enough orgasms to make sure she knows she’d never find someone as good as him. He needed to make a stand considering just how amazing Geto was. There was no doubt a long list of men who’d want to be with her, but she chose him and he didn’t take it for granted. One day, he’d have her body and mind and heart.

They fucked like animals, Geto eventually loosing strength in her arms as she lowered her face onto the mattress, panting and mewling against the bedsheet with her ass up. Gojo loved the view, licking his lips as a hand came up to grope at her butt before his thumb inched towards her rim. He felt her jump, her gasp adorable as he started rubbing her tight asshole, his mouth starting to water as he pictures eating her ass. He needed to do that next.

“Fuck- cumming- gonna- oh yes-“ Geto moaned, drool seeping into the bedsheet as she was fucked silly, his thick cock hitting her g-spot perfectly. M-Me too!” Gojo gasped, gritting his teeth as he gently pressed his thumb into her other hole, groaning as he felt her tighten around him even more, “Fuck- where do you want it?”

“I-Inside me!” Geto begged, voice jumping from the force of his thrust, her ass ripping against him, “fill me up!”

“Fuck baby- let’s cum together!” Gojo said, ready to pump her full. She was on birth control but he felt his balls constrict over imaging a time where she wouldn’t be- where he could truly breed her and knock her up.

“Cumming! Fuck- cumming!”

“Cum for me babe- oh yea- gonna fucking- fill you!”

“Yes- yes- yes!!”

With a shrill squeal, Geto climaxed. Her back arched as her pussy gushed around his member, her juices dripping down her thighs as she came. Her body shivered, the woman biting down on the bedsheet to prevent any further noises from leaving her throat. It barely helped as she huffed and moaned against the fabric, eyes rolling to the back of her head at the amazing feeling of an orgasm literally being fucked out of her.

Gojo moaned shamelessly, pressing her hips so tight against his, not allowing her to move as he came inside her. He smiled a wide grin, tongue sticking out as he pumped her full, balls clenching as he dumped his nut into her eager, waiting womb. Fuck…he really wished she wasn’t on birth control. He’d never get tired of the sensation of her pussy milking his cock for every drop, her ribbed walls clamping around him, soaking his dick in a mixture of their juices. She was so perfect.

Eventually, after coming down from their highs, Gojo slowly pulled his cock out, dick twitching as he watched her gaping pussy leak out his cum, making her body a mess of sweat and semen. Geto sat up as well, a bit dazed from her orgasm and a bit miffed that she now had to continue her workday stuffed with cum. Post nut clarity really was a bitch.

But before she could say anything, Gojo sat back against the headboard, legs spread and cock still erect as he started taking off the remaining of his clothes, getting completely naked.

“You’re still my nurse, right?” he asked, noticing her confused expression, “My head still hurts. I think I need to cum down your throat for it to go away.”

Geto snorted, unable to hold back her laugh as she started crawling towards him, happy to give her body a break but still eager for more.

“And I suppose you’d like to tongue my asshole open later?” she asked as she grasped his member, Gojo hissing from the sensitivity.

“Exactly. I knew you were an excellent nurse.”

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#satosugu #jujutsu kaisen smut #geto suguru smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo x geto #jjk smut #subby writes #jjk fanfic

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A so Called Tamaranean | Part Three

Danny is in the Watchtower, and he finally gets some answers, with yet another answer to look for.

Also, NicktoonsUnite is technically cannon in this, but it is not a crossover with them because I don’t want to make this story too complicated.

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Danny had no expectations for what the Watchtower would be like. He was far too tired to care anyhow. He’s been awake for what? 17 hours so far? He didn’t know, he can’t count. But he could very well see.

He was in space. There was giant window facing towards the Earth, and it was the most beautiful view he’s ever seen. He could stare at it for hours. Sadly, Nightwing and Starfire would not let him, saying that he’s “injured” and “might pass out soon.” One day he’ll return to that stellar view, one day.

Nightwing and Starfire directed him down the hallways towards the infirmary, meeting a few other heroes along the way. All of which thought that Danny was their son, and Danny didn’t blame them honestly. This Booster Gold guy gave him what was obviously half a container of leftover fries, that was nice. Danny finished it very quickly, and Nightwing took the empty container from him to put it away later.

When the trio actually got to the infirmary, Danny was suddenly hit with the realization of just much he has messed up the situation his was in. What would he do when everyone realizes he’s, in fact, not a Tamaranean? He’s been thinking about this before, but he’s actively digging a deeper and deeper hole for himself, like he always seems to do.

So there Danny was, standing right outside the infirmary doorway, contemplating his own existence. He felt like he wanted to cry honestly. Actually, it seemed like he was going to cry, as he was tearing up already.

“Are you okay Nightgale?” Starfire asked softly. Danny shook his head no before rapidly nodded yes and began to inch inside the infirmary. Starfire and Nightwing looked at each other worryingly, before Nightwing slipped inside before Danny even had a single foot in.

“Okay, there is only one person inside-say hi Green Arrow!” Nightwing said. A voice said hello from somewhere Danny couldn’t see. Granted, he was leaning away from the room, so he decided to finally fully step inside and look around.

Now, he could finally see this Green Arrow person, whose left leg was in a cast. He had a green hood and green-possibly leather-armor, with a green bow and quiver. Really living up to his name. His eyes widened under his eye mask upon seeing Danny enter.

“Holy shit, is that your kid from the future?!” Green Arrow exclaimed. Nightwing and Starfire quickly denied that, before sharing a look and looking at Danny inquisitively.

Danny repressed a smirk as he commented in a raspy voice, “I don’t think it’s-“ Danny coughed, “-very likely.”

The three all let out a sigh of relief, “I didn’t think that was true, but I’m glad that it’s confirmed that wasn’t the case,” Nightwing responded.

“Agreed,” Starfire added, “No offense, but it would make things…very complicated to say the least. Now, how about you lie down on one of the beds and I’ll get you water and and some traditional Tamaranean food! At least, something other than a handful of fries. How does that sound?”

Danny tried to say yes, but couldn’t push himself to do it, so he just gave her a weak thumbs up. Starfire gave him a small smile before darting outside the room. Nightwing guided Danny towards the bed that almost right in front of the door, two beds away from Green Arrow. Danny lay down, trying to get comfortable.

“So, what got you in that cast?” Nightwing asked Green Arrow. Arrow groaned, loudly, a hand going down his face.

“God, where do I even start?” Arrow mumbled, “So, I was just walking around Star City, patrolling as usual. The skies were clear, I was talking with Speedy over the phone about how he was doing,” -Arrow paused, looking over at Danny- “Speedy’s my kid and sidekick and all that jazz if you’re wondering. Sorry, I’m not hope I’m not boring you kid, or something.”

“I have never been more interested in a story ever,” Danny answered very quickly, trying not to strain his voice, which obviously didn’t work. He was also not telling the complete truth, but he was definitely more interested in this then anything he had to do for school. Which is something he completely forgot about up until now.

Shoving that thought and similar ones that accompanied it down into the darkest corners of his mind, he focused in on Green Arrow’s story.

“So there I was, climbing up a fire escape, trying to figure out what-or who- I saw from a couple of buildings down. Then-and I shit you not-a god damn pirate-that’s right, a pirate-jumped down from the building with a fire escape facing towards the fire escape I was climbing, and threw a shuriken at. My. Leg.”

“A pirate threw a shuriken at you leg?” Nightwing questioned, “That’s not the weirdest thing I guess, but why a shuriken? And why your leg? Wouldn’t it make more sense to aim for your arm?”

“Yeah, it would, which is why after the surprise of him ambushing me and pulling out a shuriken at what felt like the speed of light, I thought he would aim for my arm, so I positioned my bow to deflect it since I definitely wouldn’t be able to shoot back-not at such a close distance and in so little time. That’s why I was cut off guard and got injured.”

“Oh, but why the cast? Surely you would’ve just need some bandages right?”

“I pulled out the shuriken mid-fight, like an idiot, and right after I did, he threw a sword at me. At the same leg. It was one of those long, squiggly swords, and it was honestly impressive that he managed to scrape the same leg.”

“Ouch. Throwing a flamberge at your leg? Was his whole thing just using non-pirate themed weapons to catch people off guard?”

“Yep. Anyways, after that whole thing, I captured him, and then he fucking kicked me in the leg.”

Nightwing chuckled, and Danny suddenly, loudly, burst out into laughter, doubling over. He was previously sitting on the edge of the left side of the bed, leaning way too far towards Green Arrow, which meant that he obviously fell over. Nightwing caught him quickly and put him back onto the bed.

“Woah, be more careful ‘Gale, you’re pretty hurt,” Nightwing said.

“Yeah, are you good kid? What happened to you guys anyways?” Green Arrow asked.

“I’m-I’m fine,” Danny stifled the rest of his laughter, “Not expect that guy to just kick you, sorry.” Danny coughed, his throat was hurting a lot. He definitely needed some water right now.

“Just take it easy,” Nightwing told him, “Now, I forgot to introduce the kid to you-Green Arrow this is Nightgale, he’s a Tamaranean that I found from him falling from the sky and landing in Blüdhaven.”

“Damn that’s got to hurt way more than having a sword thrown at you,”Green Arrow commented, “Then again, aren’t Tamaraneans super resilient or something?”

“Definitely more so than humans I’ll give you that,” Nightwing looked over Danny with concern. Danny could tell they were examining him for injuries, and quickly gave him a thumbs up. Would Tamaraneans know what a thumbs up mean? Eh, he can just say he saw someone do it in the warehouse.

“The blood’s not mine,” Danny said with a smile. Nightwing sighed, slight frustration creeping into their voice.

“Yes, but that bruise on your face is yours.” Danny touched his right cheek, a bruise was definitely there. Weird, since he usually healed fast enough that it would’ve already faded away. If only that meta-or at least, what Danny assumed was a meta-didn’t punch him in the face when he was just trying to help. The lack of ectoplasm in the air probably was the cause of his unbearably slow healing.

Nightwing turned toward Green Arrow, “‘Gale decided that it would be a fantastic idea to run off and fight criminals hosting a meta fighting ring to learn English.”

Green Arrow burst out into laughter, “Oh that’s hilarious,” he said with a clap, “And wait, his name is Nightgale? Are you sure he isn’t your kid from another universe at least?”

“Another universe?” Danny said. These people were aware of the multiverse? They might not be aware of how big the multiverse is, but now Dannywas regretting not telling them the truth even more. If he did, he probably could’ve been home already!

“Considering that reaction, probably not,” Nightwing answered. Boy they did not know how wrong they were.

“Sorry I’m late!” Starfire’s voice came from down the hall. That meant Danny could get some water-and food! Danny sat straight up, before falling right back down.

“I’m here!” Starfire exclaimed as she brought in a tray of familiar looking food, and some clearly alien looking food. And a bottle of water. Danny sat up again, but fell right back down again.

“Kid, you’ve gotta get up slower,” Green Arrow told him, “You don’t have enough iron or whatever the Tamaranean equivalent is. Is there iron in Tamaranean blood, Star?”

“Hmm, I can’t remember actually,” Starfire answered, “But whether or not there is iron, Tamaraneans still need to eat occasionally. So here Nightgale, eat up!”

Danny looked over the food set in front of him. The odd looking food was clearly the ones he should eat first, since it was almost definitely Tamaranean food. One of them was moving, but was certain it wasn’t reanimated, so it was free game. Honestly, he’d eat anything that wasn’t reanimated food or literal dirt. After downing at least a quarter of the water inside the bottle, Danny dug in. To his surprise, the Tamaranean food was very good, and he could feel a smile form on his face as he ate.

“Are we allowed to eat in here?” Green Arrow asked. The other two shrugged, not knowing either.

“Don’t eat too fast now, alright ‘Gale?” Nightwing said. Danny looked up at them, just now noticing how they shortened Nightgale to just Gale. Danny was not expecting to somewhat enjoy being called that but whatever. Danny nodded, before continuing to eat his food that he was already a third of the way through.

“And don’t forget to drink your water!” Starfire added. Danny nodded again, taking a few sips from his bottle before continuing to eat.

“Again, and I know I sound like a broken record, but are you sure he’s not your kid? How old is he? Where did he even come from anyways?” Green Arrow asked.

“That’s…a good question,” Nightwing responded, “He looks like a twelve year old-in human standards at least-which means he’s probably still a kid in Tamaranean years, but we don’t know where he came from.”

Danny stiffened. It kinda sucked that he looked like a twelve year old here-he was fourteen, almost fifteen! But he knew that people looked different in different dimensions based on how close the dimensions were to each other, he had some personal experience there. But that’s not what bothered him the most. Now he has to explain how he came here. Which meant more lies and half-truths for him.

“Nightgale-“ Starfire began, before Danny cut her off.

“I was chased through a portal,” Danny said, putting his food down and trying to not make direct eye contact.

“So he could be-“ Green Arrow began, before Danny cut him off too.

“No, I’m not their kid from another universe. That’s stupid.” Danny honestly did not know the possibility of that happening, but it probably wasn’t too unlikely given how the three were considering it. Still, he didn’t think that was the case for him at least.

“Well, do you remember anything before being chased through a portal?” Night wing asked, “You don’t have to tell us anything-“ this marks the third time Danny cut someone off in this chapter.

“Lab.” Danny took another sip of water from his bottle before setting it and the half-finished tray of food on a table nearby. His throat was feeling much better, so he could elaborate, he just didn’t want to.

Danny lay back down on the bed, his face scutched up, hoping to nonverbally signal that he did not want to continue this conversation. Thankfully, the trio seemed to get it, and looked at each with a lot of concern. Which was understandable, since just saying “lab” was very vague and could indicate a lot of…uncomfortable possibilities.

“Er, sorry kid,” Green Arrow said, “Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine, I’m just tired,” was all that Danny said. He really was tired and definitely could use a nap any minute now. Or some actual sleep. When was the last time he had a full night of sleep?

“Alright kid,” Nightwing said softly, “You definitely need all the sleep you can get. Me and Star are going to try to figure out how to stabilize your powers, so don’t worry about it alright?” Danny hummed in agreement.

“Sweet dreams!” Starfire said in Tamaranean, a soft smile on her face with worry in her eyes. She and Nightwing departed soon after.

“Welp, good night kid,” Green Arrow said, “I’m probably going to be gone when you wake up, so don’t be concerned or anything.”

“Okay, good night-“ Danny yawned, “-goodnight Mister Arrow.” And with that, Danny swiftly fell asleep.

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There was an endless sea of stars before him, stretching out as far as the eye could see. Danny could point out the constellations spread all around him, from both the northern and western hemispheres, as if he was the Earth itself.

Out in the purple star speckled landscape, space began to distort. Up at the northern star, the lightly colored dots of surrounding it seem to combine together, creating a face. A face Danny was familiar with.

“Nocturn!” Danny exclaimed. Sure enough, the Nocturn was there, smiling at him.

“Hello ghost child,” Nocturn said, his voice calm and booming, “It’s nice to see you again, under less…aggressive circumstances.”

“Yeah, you trapped everyone in my town in their dreams, and then I beat you up.”

“Correct, but I am not here to trap you or your new friends. In fact, I’m here to help you, but we’ve haven’t have much time before you wake up. Now, ask away.”

“Ask away?” Danny didn’t expect that. But he definitely wouldn’t pass this opportunity up. “When can I get back home-how can I get back home?”

“When is not something I can answer, how, however, is that you need to pass this ‘test’ Clockwork has come up with.”

“Oh, of course it’s all Clockwork’s fault,” Danny groaned, “He’d once said that me cheating on test would cause everyone I loved to die and me to take over the world. I still don’t believe that.”

“Neither do I,” Nocturn admitted, “Perhaps he was trying to ‘hit two birds with one stone,’ he wasn’t the cause of you ending up here, but he is the reason you cannot leave yet.”

“Did he at least say what I need to do?”

“No, he did not. It was very much left out on purpose.”

Danny groaned, it’s not like he could do anything except play along. Or try to get the Justice League to help, but he’s far too deep into his lie now to do that quickly.

“Alright, fine, how about…why do I apparently look like I’m twelve to everyone here huh?”

“People tend to look different in different dimensions.”

“I already knew that, I didn’t even need to ask I guess,” Danny mumbled, “Okay, so why can’t I turn back into a human, and why does my arm hurt whenever I use my powers?”

“It’s quite simple really,” Nocturn said as stars began to move and change shape right in front of Danny, “This is your realm, or universe,” a handful of stars combined together, with the smaller stars moving out of the way,  creating a huge space between the newly combined star and the other, smaller ones, “and these are the universes closest to yours, but they’re not alternate versions of your universe, that would be much too complicated to show,” a bunch of stars the same size as the big one appeared, with empty space still between them and the smaller stars, “I’m sure you’ve been to at least one of these before right?”

Danny nodded as he remembered that one time-well, it was definitely multiple times-he had saved the multiverse before.

“I thought this was the whole multiverse, but I’m guessing I’m wrong about that huh?”

“Correct. This-“ the stars shrunk and shrunk until Danny couldn’t even see the original dot that was his own, but instead a small dot resembling his own section of the multiverse was there, which another dot of the same size appearing a bit aways from it.

“This, is the section of the multiverse you’re in.”

“That’s…” Danny ran his hand through his hair, “That seems kinda…far away, isn’t it?”

“Correct again. However there is some good news-currently, every minute that passes in your own universe, a day passes here.”

“Oh thank god,” Danny heaved out a long sigh, “I wasn’t even thinking about that.”

“You think?” Nocturn replied snarkily.”

“Oh shut up you damn disgrace to space, just answer my question please.”

“Alright then. The Ghost Zone, as you may well know, is also known as the Infinite Realms, for a good reason as well.

“The Infinite Realms is connected to the entire multiverse, some claiming that it’s the glue holding it all together. Whether that’s true or not, you can travel from this universe and your universe as easily as you travel from your universe to another universe from your own section of the multiverse.”

The two dots suddenly went back to their original size, looking like they were from the same section of the multiverse.

“As you may guess, that means it is easier for ghosts to travel across the multiverse compared to others.”

“What if I came here in human form?” Danny asked nervously.

“Well, for one, you would almost definitely stick out as an ‘extra-dimensional being,’ and two, you might not survive since you traveled here from the Ghost Zone.”

“Oh.”

“‘Oh’ indeed. Your arm hurts because that was where the catalyst of your current state occurred.”

“You mean that’s where I got zapped by the portal and got turned into this thing,” Danny corrected as he waved a hand up and down his body, “My parents may be scientists, but I am a C-student and can’t understand your stupid jargon.”

Nocturn sighed, “It wasn’t jargon, I was trying to be polite, and your status of being a C-student is unrelated.”

“Just get on with the explanation please, we’re running out of time!” Danny complained.

“I was-bah, whatever, you’re a dumb, bratty child-your ghost form is trying to keep you alive even if you most likely don’t need to stay in it. Thankfully, since you are able to consume food and such because of your human form, you won’t permanently become a ghost, or disappear because of the low amount of ectoplasm needed to sustain a powerful ghost such as yourself.”

Danny gasped a bit cheerfully, “I’m powerful?”

“Compared to most ghosts in this section-and I would say most sections if not for the multiverse going on infinitely-yes, you are.”

“So basically, I’m stuck in this little loop of my ghost form trying to not get my human form killed, to my ghost form basically killing me because I can’t normally get the energy I need with it, to my human form allowing me to get the energy my ghost form needs to keep me in it. Is that right or am I stupid?”

“You’re correct. You are far smarter than you give yourself credit for young ghost.”

“That’s…kinda bad, like the system’s very counterproductive.”

“A lot of things are counterproductive, especially when it comes to humans. Now, I feel like our time’s about to run up. Ask any other questions you need to, quickly.”

“Oh uh, um, is the Justice League evil, are the people from there I’ve met so far evil?”

“Not in this universe. Now, it is time to wake up.”

Before Danny could get another word in, he opened his eyes.

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Danny barely had any time to process what just occurred in his dream before sitting up to focus on what exactly woke him up. The door to the infirmary had opened, and someone had stepped inside. It was Batman.

“Ah, it seems you’ve just woken up, correct?” Batman asked. Danny gulped. He remembered that Batman had access to his DNA, and was likely going to confront him about that. Danny looked over to the bed where Green Arrow was, only to find it empty.

“Green Arrow just left as I came inside here, he told me tell you that he hopes you’ll feel better soon,” Batman answered Danny’s unspoken question for him as the former walked further inside. Danny shrunk back into the bed as far as could while still keeping an eye on Batman. Thankfully, he stopped in his tracks once he noticed this.

“I have no plans on hurting you, I just want to talk.” Danny was surprised with how much Batman sounded genuinely concerned for him, even if it was covered in a mostly monotone voice.

Danny shifted in place, trying to think of what to say, “Well, you seem kinda scary with that mask on I guess.” Danny was hating every word that came out of his mouth, but he can’t turn back time right now, unfortunately.

Batman made a humming noise, probably thinking about what to say. He answered quicker than Danny expected, “I’d take it off if wasn’t concerned about you shooting me in the eyes.”

“Oh god Nightwing told you about that didn’t he?”

“And Beast Boy.”

“Erm, yeah you have a point there I guess,” Danny fiddled with the bedsheet, “I…don’t want to hurt you either. I just…” Danny trailed off as he considered his options. Batman definitely knew he wasn’t Tamaranean, but if Danny told him the truth, would Batman tell anyone else? Danny fiddled with bedsheets even more as he started to panic. He was panicking a lot recently wasn’t he?

“Everyone with super hearing within the Justice League is either on world or otherwise not in the Watchtower,” Batman stated, capturing Danny’s attention back to him, “The walls in the Watchtower are reinforced so that it would be easier for those with super to focus on the sound coming from the room they’re currently in. No one would be able to eavesdrop on us, so you wouldn’t need to worry about that.”

“T-thank you???” Danny was honestly surprised, yet again, about how kind this Batman was being. Like, he seemed so menacing when he first saw him-and still looks menacing-but hot damn he cared so much. And he cared this much about this random child who was definitely lying to him and everyone else.

“You’re so fucking weird, I’m lying to you, I’m lying to everyone, yet you’re so god damn nice for no reason, you’re not my dad, what the hell is wrong with you?” Danny was not expecting to word vomit all of that out, but he did just wake up. Did not help from him feeling super stupid though.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry Mister Batman sir, I uh, thanks. Please kill me-actually no, dying hurts please don’t do that, I just need to stop talking, preferably forever, just don’t hurt me,” Danny was also not expecting to be tearing up while saying that, but at least he finally had shut up.

“You are just a child, aren’t you?” Batman asked.

“Should you even believe me?”

“Perhaps not. But, that doesn’t mean I won’t give you a chance to explain yourself, ‘Nightgale.’”

Danny sighed, rubbed his eyes free of tears, and began to speak, “Danny. My name is Danny. I’m a ghost, I’m not from here, not the universe, not even this section of the multiverse, hell, I’m not even a full ghost-I’m not sure of what I am!” Danny threw his arms up in the air before letting them fall down his face.

“I’m just a freaky boy, with freaky little powers, and I was just minding my own business before I got stuck here, because some time ghost-god-thing named ‘Clockwork,’ wants me to complete this test, and I don’t even what that test is.” Danny felt tears rolling down his face as he spoke. Batman was sitting nearby on a chair, not too close, but close enough that he could probably punch him or something.

Danny finished his little rant with a sentence that was almost a whimper, “I just want to go home. And I can’t. He won’t let me. And I’m scared, I know everything back home is fine, but what about here, what am I supposed to do-what can I do?

“I’ve fought some of the most powerful ghosts in the Infinite Realms and I’ve won. But I’m weak, I’m weak now, I can’t remember half the things I can do, so how should I know what I should do?

“I’m fourteen, technical almost fifteen I guess, but here I am! Worry about how adults would feel if I tell them that I’m not actually a Tamaranean, that I’ve been lying to them, about whether or not they would fight me, and about whether or not they would be heartbroken.“

Danny curled up, pulling his knees towards him and setting his head on his knees. He looked at Batman expectingly, “What should I do?” Danny asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Batman put his hand to his chin, thinking.

“They wouldn’t fight you,” Batman said, in such a way that made it sound like the absolute truth to Danny, “They might be disappointed, or feel betrayed, but once you explain yourself, they would do everything in their power to help you.”

“I-“ Danny paused, and took a deep breath in and out, “I want to believe you, I really do. I guess…I just have a problem with telling the truth once I’ve lied enough I guess.”

“Understandable.”

“You…you aren’t going to tell anyone about this aren’t you?”

“I won’t. Not now, only if you need me too.”

“Thank you,” Danny grabbed his water bottle and took a sip. He noticed how the veins on his left hand and arm weren’t glowing as much, so he was probably fine using it for a little bit. “I honestly thought you were going to kill me,” Danny muttered as he untied his gloves from his belt and put them back on.

“I wouldn’t. There’s no reason to.”

“Oh, thanks. I wish I could repay you, but, I’m kind of trying not to fully go ghost from using my powers too much. My left arm is kinda, not great. I’m not usually like this by the way, but I dunno, I’m still really tired and I don’t know what else to say.”

“That’s alright,” Batman got up from his chair, “I’m leaving now, do you need anything?”

“Well, I’ve got food, I still have some water, so…” Danny looked around, before looking down at himself, “I think I need some new clothes. I’ve been wearing this suit in this form ever since I sorta died, so if you could get something, that would be nice. But if not that’s fine.”

“Alright, I’ll get something sorted for you. Have a good sleep Nightgale,” Batman walked towards the door before Danny made a noise resembling a ‘wait!’ Batman stopped a turned around, one eye going up ever so slightly in confusion.

“Is something wrong?” Batman asked.

“No, but I was wondering, are you like, a vampire or something?”

“No.”

“So are you just some guy?” And Danny couldn’t have ever expected what happened next. Batman, one of the kindest and simultaneously most menacing and stoic person he’s met, smirked at him, which was gone in almost an instant. Danny had never felt so offended before, and that fact showed on his face.

“So why are you even called Batman? Are there a lot of bats where you live?”

“In my Bat Cave, yes.”

“…Are you sure you aren’t a vampire?”

“Not in this universe.”

“Okay, one of these days I need a rundown on how you guys know about the multiverse, not now though because I’m too tired to remember stuff like that.”

“Then I guess I’ll be taking my leave then.”

“I guess you will, as long as you don’t ever smirk again.” Batman turned away so Danny didn’t know if he did smirk or not, but he didn’t care all too much. He just wanted to go back to sleep.

After talking a bite of one the pieces of food that was still left and putting the water bottle back, Danny let out a long sigh. He had no idea where to go from here, but maybe some more sleep would help him sort out his thoughts. Yeah, that makes sense.

So Danny quickly fell asleep, with Nocturn fortunately not showing up again.

#danny phantom #dpxdc #dp x dc #dp fic #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc fanfic #a so called tamaranean #dp crossover #dp x dc au #danny fenton #danny phantom crossover #revenant makes fanfics

[life-of-an-asexual]

ace and aro books

went on a deep dive to find some aspec rep for myself and this is some of what i came up with. not official recommendations since i haven't read most of them, but they exist and i've put several of them on my own TBR list. these are all books i haven't seen on other rec lists, and i've done my best to confirm that the rep is aspec

if any of y'all have read these, feel free to share your thoughts or correct me if i've gotten something wrong

(organized alphabetically by title and separated by age demographic; mixed genres; subject to being updated)

(ftr just because an author is not specified to be ace or aro does not necessarily mean they are allo; i include that info if i happen to come across it, but i am not going out of my way to track down the identities of every single author)

(some of these books contain themes or scenarios that may be triggering for some readers; i have only done research to ascertain the ace/aro rep; if you find certain topics upsetting to read, it is your responsibility to do the research necessary to determine if a book is appropriate for you and to proceed into a story at your own discretion)

updated 3.28.24

~Mod Q

A Milky Way Home by Hsinju Chen = adult, romance; transmasc/cis f biace4panace romance, described as low heat (author is nonbinary)

A Pale Light in the Black by K.B. Wagers = adult, science fiction; asexual MC, various other rep, coast guard in space

Alchemy by Marie S. Crosswell = adult, mystery; asexual lesbian MC, genderbent Sherlock

All the Wrong Places by Ann Gallagher = adult, romance; ace4ace m/m romance, identity discovery

An Accident of Stars by Foz Meadows = adult, fantasy; allosexual aromantic MC in a poly relationship

An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon = adult, science fiction; aroace side character, intersex MC, themes of oppression and racism

Blank Spaces & Finding Your Feet by Cass Lennox = adult, romance; both feature asexual MCs (second one features a trans LI)

The Bone People by Keri Hulme = adult, magical realism; aroace MC, themes of family and identity, deals with child abuse

The Bruising of Qilwa by Naseem Jamnia = adult, fantasy; aroace nonbinary MC, queernormative world-building

Catch Lili Too by Sophie Whittemore = adult, fantasy; asexual non-human MC, paranormal murder mystery

Chosen. Again. by J. Emery = adult, fantasy; asexual MC, saves the fantasy world as a teen then has to do it again as an adult

The Circus Infinite by Khan Wong = adult, sci fi-fantasy; asexual MC and found family dynamic

City of Strife by Claudie Arseneault = adult, fantasy; various rep including aspec (author is acearospec)

Coffee Cake by Michaela Grey = adult, romance; asexual MC, m/m relationship, mystery elements

The Crows by C.M. Rosens = adult, horror; ace (and aro?) major character, fucked up eldritch horror

Cupid Calling by Viano Oniomoh = adult, romance; demisexual biromantic MC, m/m romance, dating show setting, super fluffy

The Cybernetic Tea Shop by Meredith Katz = adult, science fiction; sapphic ace MC with a robot LI

Devon's Island by Si Clarke = adult, science fiction; aroace POV character, queernormative worldbuilding, various other rep

Eight Kinky Nights by Xan West = adult, romance; gray-ace MC, butch4femme friends-to-lovers, various other rep

Firebreak by Nicole Kornher-Stace = adult, science fiction; aroace MC, dystopia, focus on platonic relationships (author is aroace)

From the Dark We Came by J. Emery = adult, paranormal; demisexual MC, m/m romance, vampires

The Heartbreak Handshake by J.R. Hart = adult, romance; asexual MC with a non-binary LI, fully chaste (author is autistic, adhd, and nonbinary)

How Not to Summon Your True Love by Sasha L. Miller = adult, romance; ace MC and ace LI, paranormal elements

Learning Curves by Ceillie Simkiss = adult, romance; asexual MC in an f/f relationship

Never Been Kissed by Timothy Janovsky = adult, romance; demisexual MC, m/m relationship, mistakenly sent love confessions

Perfect Rhythm by Jae = adult, romance; rural lesbian romance with an asexual LI

Poisoned Primrose by Dahlia Donovan = adult, mystery; asexual autistic MC, middle-aged protagonist (author is autistic)

Rising from Ash by Jax Meyer = adult, romance; asexual MC in an f/f romance

The Romantic Agenda by Claire Kann = adult, romance; asexual MC, fake-dating (author of Let's Talk About Love)

Second Chance by Chelsea M. Cameron = adult/new adult, romance; demi bi MC in an f/f relationship, exes-to-lovers

Soft on Soft by Mina Waheed = adult, romance; demisexual MC in an f/f romance, pure fluff

Squared Away by Annabeth Albert = adult, romance; gray-a/demi MC, m/m romance with child acquisition

Stake Sauce: The Secret Ingredient Is Love. No Really by RoAnna Sylver = adult, paranormal; gray-a MC, deals with trauma

That Kind of Guy by Talia Hibbert = adult, romance; demisexual MC, fake-dating, m/f age gap romance

Thaw by Elyse Springer = adult, romance; asexual MC, an opposites-attract f/f romance

To Be Taught, If Fortunate by Becky Chambers = adult, science fiction; multiple ace characters, various other rep, space travel

The Trouble by Daria Defore = adult/new adult, romance?; gay aromantic MC, college setting

Upside Down by N.R. Walker = adult, romance; ace4ace m/m romance

We Go Forward by Alison Evans = adult, contemporary; aroace MC, centralized friendship

Werecockroach by Polenth Blake = adult, science fiction; aroace MC, deals with mental disability, also there are aliens

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Common Bonds = anthology, speculative fiction; stories that highlight aromanticism and focus on platonic relationships

Goddess of the Hunt by Shelby Eileen = poetry, mythology; an exploration of Artemis being aroace

Queerly Loving = anthology, various genres; asexual and aromantic rep, various other rep including trans, polyamorous, and platonic relationships

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A Dark and Starless Forest by Sarah Hollowell = young adult, paranormal; various rep including ace-spec, chosen family dynamic

Aces Wild: A Heist by Amanda DeWitt = young adult, thriller/mystery; several asexual characters

Archivist Wasp by Nicole Kornher-Stace = young adult, science fiction; aroace MC (according to author)

The Art of Saving the World by Corrine Duyvis = young adult, science fiction; asexual MC

Before I Let Go by Marieke Nijkamp = young adult, mystery; asexual (and aro?) MC

Belle Revolte by Linsey Millery = young adult, fantasy; biromantic ace MC in an f/f romance

Beneath the Citadel by Destiny Soria = young adult, fantasy; major ace character, various other rep, centralized platonic relationship

Beyond the Black Door by A.M. Strickland = young adult, fantasy; asexual MC (demi-biromantic according to author)

Clariel by Garth Nix = young adult, fantasy; asexual MC, prequel to the Old Kingdom series

Dare Mighty Things by Heather Kaczynski = young adult, science fiction; asexual (and arospec?) MC

The Facts and Legends of Callie Catwell by Sophia DeRise = young adult, fantasy; asexual MC with lesbian LI

Fire Becomes Her by Rosiee Thor = young adult, fantasy; several aspec characters

Forward March by Skye Quinlan = young adult, contemporary; asexual lesbian MC

Fourth World by Lyssa Chiavari = young adult, science fiction; demisexual MC and asexual MC (author is aroace)

From Under the Mountain by C.M. Spivey = young adult, fantasy; demisexual lesbian MC, aspec secondary characters

Good Angel by A.M. Blaushild = young adult, graphic novel; angel characters where asexual, aromantic, and agender are the assumed default but is explored with nuance

Help Wanted by J. Emery = young/new adult, fantasy; questioning aspec MC (and gender questioning)

Hullmetal Girls by Emily Skrutskie = young adult, science fiction; aroace MC, various other rep

Immoral Code by Lillian Clark = young adult, contemporary; asexual POV character, friendship dynamic with "fuck the rich" vibes

Island of Exiles by Erica Cameron = young adult, fantasy; asexual (secondary?) character, various other rep including intersex

It Sounds Like This by Anna Meriano = young adult, contemporary; asexual-questioning MC, gray-a side character, deals with a toxic friendship

The Last 8 by Laura Pohl = young adult, science fiction; aromantic MC, alien invasion apocalypse

Little Black Bird by Anna Kirchner = young adult, fantasy; questioning aspec character

Meet Cute Diary by Emery Lee = young adult, romance; trans male MC with asexual LI, m/m romance, fake dating

Meet You By Hachiko by Loren Greene = young adult, contemporary; aroace-spec MC, focus on friendship

Raybearer by Jordan Ifueko = young adult, fantasy; asexual secondary character, centralized platonic relationship

The Reckless Kind by Carly Heath = young adult, historical; asexual MC, emphasized friendship, all main characters are also disabled

The Rhythm of My Soul by Elin Dyer = young adult, mystery; aroace MC, ballet academy setting

Running with the Pack by A.M. Burns and Caitlin Ricci = young adult, contemporary; ace LI, polyamorous romance

Sawkill Girls by Claire Legrand = young adult, horror; asexual POV character (all MCs are also sapphic), themes of grief, paranormal elements

Sea Foam and Silence & The Ice Princess's Fair Illusion by S.L. Dove Cooper = young adult, fairy tale; queerplatonic retellings in verse

The Sound of Stars by Alechia Dow = young adult, science fiction; demisexual (biromantic) MC, post-alien invasion dystopia

Summer Bird Blue by Akemi Dawn Bowman = young adult, contemporary; asexual (and aro?) MC, deals with family death

The Summer of Bitter and Sweet by Jen Ferguson = young adult, contemporary; asexual MC, themes of family trauma and multiracial identity

Switchback by Danika Stone = young adult, thriller; aroace MC, survivalist situations

Tarnished Are the Stars by Rosiee Thor = young adult, steampunk; aroace MC, various other rep, cat-and-mouse game

That's Not What Happened by Kody Keplinger = young adult, contemporary; asexual MC, deals with the aftermath of a school shooting

This Golden Flame by Emily Victoria = young adult, fantasy; aroace MC (author is aroace)

Two Dark Moons by Avi Silver = young adult, fantasy; aromantic (and ace?) MC, f/nb queerplatonic relationship

Vanilla by Billy Merrell = young adult, contemporary; asexual MC, m/m relationship, coming-of-age

What We Devour by Linsey Miller = young adult, fantasy; asexual MC (biromantic according to author)

Wren Martin Ruins It All by Amanda DeWitt = young adult, contemporary; asexual MC

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A-Okay by Jarad Greene = middle grade, graphic novel; asexual MC, deals with self-discovery and body image

Come Drink With Me, Gold and Jasper, East Flows the River by Michelle Kan = all ages?; described as aromantic chinese fairy tales

The Dragon of Ynys by Minerva Cerridwen = all ages, fairy tale; aroace MC (author is aroace)

Hazel's Theory of Everything by Lisa Jenn Bigelow = middle grade, contemporary; questioning aroace MC, themes of self-discovery

The Faerie Godmother's Apprentice Wore Green by Nicky Kyle = all ages?, fairy tale; major aroace character, focus on friendship

#representation #original post #asexual #aromantic

[shewassaying]

💛💫1000 DOWNLOAD CELEBRATION -- PART TWO💫💛

And now, for part two of our celebration, everyone's favorite ornery editor: Oscar!

Also, you all are wild. We didn't even get halfway through our 1K celebration before we hit 2000 downloads. Thank you all so much!! &lt;3

Art by @minthe-drawings

DEBUT

by Cath, edited by @crescencestudio

No way. No way, no way, no way. Nope. No. Way.

There is no chance whatsoever that you're going tonight. It's not happening. This… It's all wrong!

You stand before the full length mirror in Oscar's bedroom– 

No, it's your bedroom now too. The mental correction is taking longer to come into effect than you'd thought it would, despite you having had nearly two months to adjust. And despite you redecorating… or rather, decorating the place.

To call it a bachelor pad would be a compliment, since that would imply at least furniture to begin with. Oscar's place had just been... empty.

"I'm always traveling. What is the point of a–What the fuck did you call that? A duvet?-- Whatever the hell it's called, if I'm in hotels most of the time?" 

His huffing had done nothing to stop your determination to bring the aesthetic of the place from "utilitarian holding cell" to an actual home. Where people live. On purpose. He'd groused the whole time, but little did he know, you had seen every one of his slight smiles as you chose which bedsheets, towels, curtains matched your shared space best. He'd enjoyed watching you make your small—and not so small—claims on the space. 

You stare at yourself in the full-length mirror (a purchase he had been surprisingly on board with) for a heartbeat more before half thrashing your way free of the clothes and adding them to the ever-growing mountain on the bed.

You can't do this. Nope. Too much pressure. 

You shove on a tattered sweatshirt (Oscar's, stolen, smelling like old books and his spice-scented cologne) and a pair of shorts just as Oscar enters the room. 

"You're not dressed yet?" He arches an eyebrow at you, and you immediately scowl. It does not escape you that he isn't ready either–he's wearing the same jeans and tee-shirt from his morning errands.

"I'm not going." 

He leans against the doorframe, his broad shoulders near filling the entranceway, his expression shifting towards one he always seems to save just for you, a wry kind of amusement bordering on exasperation. 

"You sound like a toddler," he says. You think you hear the beginning of a chuckle in his voice, and it fans your stubbornness into outright defiance. 

"I do not. I sound like an adult who can make their own decisions, and I decided I'm not going." 

Your earlier suspicion is confirmed: his chuckle evolves into a snort that does a poor job hiding his laughter.

"It's the launch party for your book. You quite literally have to go." 

You throw yourself backwards onto the bed with a loud groan, covering your face with your hands. He's right, of course. But there's no way in hell you're saying that. 

"How about this, Oscar? You edited the thing. You go schmooze in my stead and make good impressions and whatever else is expected for something like this–"

You feel his presence moments before he reaches down for you. It's that familiar tingle that fills the air every time you two are in close proximity, a ticklish kind of static. He grips you firmly but gently by the shoulders, prying you up from the bed. He'd probably release you if you put up a fight, because he was annoying like that. So instead, you switch tactics and go entirely limp, forcing him to drag your stubborn, slumping form up. Your head lolls from side to side, but he, equally as stubborn, hauls you up into a seated position. 

"What's the issue, sweetheart?" he asks, the note of annoyance in his voice the only acknowledgement of your ragdoll display.  

You lean against him, winding your arms around his hips and burying your face into his stomach. Your face feels warm with embarrassment, and you don't want him to see. You don't want to admit the actual problem—to hear how frivolous it sounds when it's spoken aloud. All that would do is make you feel… small. Ridiculous. 

The silence stretches, and soon you feel the weight of his hand against the back of your head, cradling it gently. He leans just slightly into you, pulling you closer, and begins drawing soothing, rhythmic circles on your back. The soothing effect is near instantaneous, and you sigh loudly before turning your head so he can hear you. 

"I have nothing to wear." 

His hand stills for a moment, and his thumb twitches at the base of your neck. His chest shakes a little, and you pull back to glare up at him. 

He's laughing. That bastard!

"Stop it, I'm serious!" 

This, of course, only makes him laugh harder, the tone warm and genuine. You expect the shame and embarrassment to overcome you at any moment, but it doesn't. He's not mocking. You find yourself struggling to maintain your glare, your lips twitching into a smile. 

"That's the issue? We can fix that! Why didn't you say something sooner?"

He drops a kiss on your forehead before untwining himself from your arms and walking to your closet. 

"No, it's not! I– Nothing feels right, and it's too late to go and buy something new...!"

"It's just nerves. It's making it hard to make a decision."

You grunt in response, wrinkling your nose. You know that, of course. Doesn't make it any easier. 

"Here." Oscar withdraws an outfit from the closet and presents it to you nonchalantly. "What about this one?" 

You eye the fabric skeptically. It's pale in color, the material looks buttery smooth, and you're almost entirely certain you've never seen it before. 

"I-Is that mine?"

"What? What kind of question is that? It's not mine."

"I– I don't know! Where did that even come from?" 

Oscar's brow drops to a decidedly annoyed expression. 

"Scribbles. You cannot seriously expect me to know where you've obtained your clothing." 

You practically hiss at the nickname, snatching the clothes hanger from him. 

"Fine, I'll try it! Now get out so I can change."

Oscar arches his eyebrow at you. 

"Seeing you change? That's where we draw the line of privacy, is it? Even though I've seen you–"

"Beat it, Spellcheck!"

He's cackling, and you're flustered and overheated by the time you succeed in banishing him from the bedroom. 

—-—-—-

"Come out, Scribbles. Let me see you." 

You sigh softly to yourself before leaving the safety of your bedroom, having finished your final grooming touches. The outfit Oscar picked feels suspiciously new. When did you even buy this? 

Still, the color is more complimentary than you'd expected, and the cut of it is undeniably flattering on your body. You still feel anxiety creeping up your throat from its nest in your belly, but your boyfriend had been right. Having the choice made for you was helpful. The quality of his choice certainly didn't hurt either. 

Stepping into the living room, you look around for a moment before spotting Oscar leaning against the far wall. 

Your mind goes blank, a slate wiped clean. He's changed as well, it seems. He wears a light brown vest paired with a cream colored jacket–colors that distinctly compliment your own outfit. The lines of the suit follow the contours of his body perfectly, and your pulse suddenly feels very loud. It's not wholly unusual for Oscar to dress up for work events or the like but… 

Damn. He's hot. 

Your gaze slides up his body and to his face, and you finally see the expression he's wearing. Any last scrap of insecurity you feel is banished by the look he is giving you. It's more exalting than desire, more sinful than reverence, more devoted than hunger. It's... all of those things and more. 

You can barely breathe. 

"I knew it." 

He drags himself from the wall and stalks towards you, the movements reminiscent of a prowling cat. 

"I knew that would be stunning on you the moment I saw it." 

You're flushing, your breathing coming unevenly. The effect he has on you is dizzying, but one question rises from the haze that's overcoming your mind. 

"The moment you saw it...?"

"You like my gift, Scribbles?"

"Wait, you… you bought this for me?"

"Well, you're always going on and on about everything needing to match in this damn house, so..."

"You bought this so I could match with you?"

He's only an arm's length from you now. The intensity of his gaze as he rakes his eyes up and down your body is such that you can practically feel his touch sliding over your skin. 

"Don't be absurd," he says quietly, his eyes finally meeting yours. The smile he gives you is wicked, but you don't miss the tinge of pink settling over his cheeks. 

He finally closes the gap between you, pressing you against the wall in one swift, easy motion. His hands find your hips, and his face nuzzles into your neck. For a moment, you wonder if he chose that spot to strategically hide his blush, just as you had before, but the thought quickly leaves you, as Oscar distracts you with the warmth of his breath against your skin, the nip of his teeth on your earlobe. 

You shudder. 

"I bought it because I knew it would look incredible on you. I bought my suit after to match." 

His arms wind around your lower back and fit you to him, and you nearly purr, pulling him closer. His touch is intoxicating—soft and sweet from his kisses that barely graze your skin, rough and scratchy from his beard lightly scraping against you. He trails his lips along your body. First, nibbling at your ear, then brushing over your jaw, before finally finding its way to the corner of your mouth. 

You turn towards him to close that torturous distance, wanting your mouth upon his. All you can think about is the feeling of his lips pressed against yours. Your whole body is on fire, set alight by his touch, but still he holds himself just beyond your reach.

"Maybe we shouldn't go after all," he hums. The rasp of his deep voice is more pronounced than usual, and you arch your back into him in response. He grins wolfishly at you, and you almost snap. Enough with the teasing. 

You want him to kiss you so. Fucking. Badly.

But before you can give voice to your wishes, he grants them as if he knows the effect he has on you.  He kisses you with a languid, searing intensity. You tangle your fingers into his soft curls and he groans into your mouth, his fingers digging hard into your body. You can feel his control dangling by a thread–

He pulls back, his breath hitching, and nips at your lower lip before truly breaking the kiss. 

"But–" you begin, but he shakes his head. 

"Tonight is to celebrate you. What you accomplished. I want you to have that, you deserve it. You've earned it."

He raises his hand to your cheek, brushing his knuckles over the heated skin. You smile. 

"... Fine. We'll go."

"Good." 

He separates from you, and the cool air isn't as soothing as you'd hoped. It's mostly lonely. He crosses the room to grab the keys, and shoots you a smirk over his shoulder as he goes. 

"Because I deserve it too. I had to edit the damn thing, and I think you would actually perish if you had to come up with a synonym on your own–let alone place a comma properly–"

"Asshole!" 

His laughter drowns out your stream of obscenities, and you depart for your book's debut.

#interactive fiction #velox fabula #titan arum #titan arum vn #vn development #1k download celebration

[after-midnight-notes]

“pick a mooncake” mini tarot reading

reading topic(s) -> what makes you lucky? how can you increase your luck?

happy moon festival to everyone that celebrates ☺️💕 go eat some lucky fruits, like pomelos:) as always read with your own responsibility, tarot is not meant to dictate professional or medical advice. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t!! Not every reading is for everyone and that’s okay ^^

Pile One | Green Tea Mooncake

Lucky Numbers: 4, 7, 8 or any combinations

Cards Drawn: Judgement, Nine of Spades, The World, Jack of Hearts

Your luck builds upon itself. Every decision or mental thought that you have confirms this—you make conscious decisions to ensure your prosperity. The judgement card tells a story about learning and improving about how and what you’ve done in your journey so that in the future you don’t repeat careless mistakes, it’s about proving yourself learned and weathered to the trials that had once stood before you. You remain lucky just by choosing to stand through the toughest battles and braving through, even if you are anxious in the process or have the habit overthink. I really think that this pile has some concerns regarding anxiety, particularly with insomnia and not being able to “switch” their minds off? I’m hearing the phrase “everything will always turn out well for you, so why are you still nervous?” and I just want to put it out there that it is okay to be anxious! It is a natural response and it does have a beneficial effect on our lives in moderation. It’s when anxiety is out of moderation that it becomes a problem—but don’t let anyone believe that having worries or anxiety is something bad or unnatural. Whatever you believe in, your thoughts shape your subconscious assumptions which can leak into your habits—if you believe you will have bad luck, then you will create that reality for yourself. But in reality, you are your own good luck charm, regardless of what your head may have you to believe otherwise. Anxiety, stress, worries, all of it will try to bring you down, it may even convince you that it is the logical way of thinking. Life doesn’t need to run on logic alone, and I promise that anxiety doesn’t have all of the answers. If you want something to turn out lucky for yourself, trust that it will because you have the power to shape your reality. By finding balance and harmony between your anxiety that weaponizes rational thinking and your true intuition and emotions, you’ll find yourself attracting more luck than ever. I have a soft spot for this pile and I just wanted to note that, oftentimes, the number 4 is seen as the most unlucky number, but personally I believe it to be a very auspicious one. At the end of the day, what we decide to be lucky becomes lucky for us. If you believe in it, it’ll come for you regardless of the number, letter, or correspondence. This pile has a nice energy, I love the perseverance and the motivational vibe—but I strongly want to urge you to pay attention to your mental health this season. Your mind is meant to be your safe place and you deserve to put in the time to make it a better space for you.

Pile Two | Traditional Mooncake

Lucky Numbers: 2, 4, 5 or any combinations

Cards Drawn: Two of Swords, Three of Spades, Jack of Diamonds, Ace of Cups

It’s very possible that a few of you reading this are definitely air signs—if that’s the case then welcome to your reading! You may feel at times that your responsibility and maturity are the best aspects of you and they are what give you luck, however you may also feel trapped by this archetype. For some of you, these are taught and learned traits, especially from parental figures? Maybe some of you grew up in an academic environment where your teacher favored the students that were called “mature for their age”. This is a really specific message so if that doesn’t resonate with you, then just leave that here :) it’s also possible that you feel confident when you are in leadership positions where people look up to you, or you simply like being in control of a situation. I think your luck comes from your decision-making skills—whether they be quick or not—your luck comes from you intellect and the way you figure out situations with responsibility and logic. I’m also sensing that some of you may be seen as a graceful/elegant? Or that you have many admirers for your work ethic, like you seem really serious and goal-oriented and people really respect that about you. Again, there is the feeling of being trapped here in this perspective and I just want to tell you that you’re so much more than this and you have the potential to be so much more if you just gave yourself the opportunity. You could feel confined into this box and given a certain set number of options, and you’re being urged to step out of your comfort zone to see that you have the entire world at your fingertips! Everything is possible for you, your perspective is ever expansive, so why do you feel the need to stay so stagnant? You could be the type to bottle up your emotions, to be stoic and conceal, you might be the person who becomes uncomfortable around intense or passionate emotions and displays of them because internally you are deeply uncomfortable with your own emotions as well. At a certain point, this confines you, I’m really seeing that by allowing more diverse emotions and experiences (maybe even people, because there might be a certain person this pile is meant for that has recently had a bad run-in with a relationship, like a cheating ex specifically? but it could have been a deeply toxic friendship as well or even a bad apple family member). The point is—you may find it difficult to be comfortable with strong emotions due to your past experiences—however your emotions are beyond powerful, especially when they can live in harmony with intellectualism and logic. When they are combined and in harmony, nothing can stop you, truly. Your luck comes from balance and perspective. I think it would be beneficial to begin to ask yourself why you’re so uncomfortable with emotions, whether it be in general or just yourself, and begin to unravel where this thought process has originated from and how you can better heal from it. It seems like you’re stuck in some sort of mold that someone left for you to occupy and they never asked if you wanted to fill this position or not, it was just sort of expected from you. For some reading this, you may question if your stoic nature is an actual part of your personality or some kind of trauma response, and my answer would be ‘why can’t it be both’? Because of everything going on with the energy here, it seems like you’re more than familiar with putting things into neat categories and boxes and that’s how you know it to be and like it. But not everything has to have a designated box, your emotions won’t fit into neat categories no matter how much you mold them. Everything has the potential to be anything. With time, you will attract more prosperity by questioning your ideals and experimenting with getting out of such your “boxed” mindset. There could be a lot of questions on your mind right now.

Pile Three | Dragonfruit Mooncake

Lucky Numbers: 3, 5 or any combinations

Cards Drawn: Eight of Wands, Three of Diamonds, Five of Swords, Six of Hearts

You are a vivacious person, often bouncing around freely and following your passions without restrains. I see a big part of your luck comes from this creative and free-spirit of yours, you may find pleasure in doing things like crafts or anything that you can express yourself artistically, writing, photography, editing. You like to feel understood and seen by others so you often communicate through artistic mediums. It’s possible that you prioritize aesthetics in many things and like to look at pretty things or collect them. When your eyes are set on something, it’s an instantaneous approach—and your sent barreling towards it with unparalleled vigor. However, this could also cause troubles with you that could manifest it self in ways of disorganization, disarray, perhaps you have a messy living area or in general you feel like you’re being pulled along by your emotions and urges purely. Free-spiritedness can come at a price and unchecked it can turn into one giant mess. I’m not sure why I’m hearing this but I hear the phrase “slave to your emotions”, if that resonates with you then im sure that’s for you but I really feel like this pile feels like they’re just being dragged along to their emotions and they abuse their emotional responses to get things done? Emotions definitely have their purpose in our life, but excessive use isn’t healthy either. You could have the tendency to feel as if you’re in despair or lack control of certain situations you find yourself in, you could also be prone to depressive episodes. It’s very possible that you hyper fixate on things that make you emotionally “high”, like new lovers or friendships. While this nature of yours can be considered luck, unchecked it can be the very thing that prohibits your prosperity from reaching you. There’s a message here that’s urging you to take back some control of your life in some way, and to start small. For some reason this pile really reminds me of my mom, she often allows her emotions to guide her and it can lead to very amazing things! However, as a consequence she gets burnt out easily just by listening to her emotions and not putting the necessary boundaries on her lifestyle, and so sometimes the daily life can become a struggle. Pile three, whatever you are going through right now, I hope you know that no matter what someone is proud of you and your progress. You guys need some love too. People might take your optimism for granted, you may end up being tired and I just want to let you know that your spirit is such a beautiful thing and I implore you to deeply explore your emotions, but to also make sure you’re not getting too far lost in them. This pile kind of has firecracker energy, or like a firework—as quickly and as brightly as you burn, you can burn out just as fast. As someone who also likes to communicate with others artistically and create content, you really can get burnt out quickly especially when you’re deep in your emotions—make sure to take proper breaks and rest as needed, take a few days off, maybe even make trips into a city or go somewhere to reconnect with your body as well. You tend to reach the goals that you set for yourself (whether subconsciously or consciously) and when you do things that are creative there is a certain level of luck and auspicious nature involved. It’s possible that you even use sigils or something of that nature or you feel connected to certain lucky numbers. You probably have a good luck charm of sorts and you’re a bit more sentimental than others. Regardless—make sure you’re taking care of yourself!! You’re good at what you do Pile three, but if you keep pushing yourself so much you’ll end up feeling in disarray.

Little note :) just wanted to put it out there that I recently hit a follower milestone and it feels like every time I glance at my tumblr there’s just more and more of you ^^ I wanted to say that I’m really thankful for the support that you all have shown me and I hope I don’t disappoint! Thank you for reading my content :> happy harvest moon/moon festival!

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Nancy x Ace and the riddle of knowledge in 4x11

The sweet smell of being right on the money, I love it. You know what else I love? The development in this episode. Because things in Horseshoe Bay have gone from suspicious AF to completely demented, and I am HERE FOR IT.

We finally have confirmation for why things have felt so off these last few episodes. And we’ve started to explore the jenga puzzle, if I remove this one thing - vanished as though it never existed - what else falls down? What other relationships and feelings change? Can they be pieced back together again?

Let’s start with my boy Ace, because I personally am really enjoying his storyline. Do I completely get where the frustration lies for those who would have liked to see more pining and curse breaking and TENSION? Absolutely. I too would have loved that, because Ace and Nancy serve up delicious tension for breakfast, and it’s a treat to watch it. But I’m also genuinely enjoying seeing what we’ve got, because it’s all about growth.

Ace has been given time and space this series to find himself and flourish. He’s fought through heartbreak, and yes, that heartbreak has been distorted, we know that now. Can feel the chiming sense of wrong wrong wrong, how his feelings towards Nancy have shifted, vanishing like smoke in the air. Memories and feelings erased until there’s nothing left but the bare bones of a friendship and an aching sense of something gone - reaching for his phone in the middle of the night before realising he has no idea why. Because suddenly he’s left with the sense of a relationship that stalled before it could start, an idle heartbreak, the feeling of throwing himself into work, into the next mystery, the next person who shows an interest. A tension under his skin that he can’t ever explain. But he’s found a job that he loves, he’s carving out his own space, learning where to prioritise, where the important parts of him lie, where they join together, and how to take up his own space in the world.

His sense of self worth is still battered, his issues with his parents rampant, but he’s starting to hold his ground, mark his own boundaries, find an inner steel we’ve not yet seen in him. He’s always been so quick to please, to try and do what others have wanted, and this episode we’re finally seeing him stand his ground. 

We haven’t ever seen his parents come into his space before, and we get that not once but three times in this episode. We see the tension and friction between him and his father (which we haven’t seen much of but was alluded to greatly in the first couple of seasons) and we see how his mother tries desperately to keep the peace whilst supporting her son. 

GIF Credit @goodobservationshirley

I love this moment. Because Rebbeca is right. The Claw is absolutely Ace’s house, and that means that she and his father are coming to him to lead, they are stepping into his space and they are going to treat it as his, can acknowledge that it’s his, which is such a huge thing. Sure his dad is dismissive and thinks it’s going to go terribly, but that line is drawn. This is Ace’s space, and that means he is the head of the house.

As he becomes more preoccupied with his ghost he becomes less passive with his father. He stands up for himself, he refuses to be cowed by the disappointment, the expected failure. He does this on his terms. And yeah, he stumbles at the start, but he doesn’t let that phase him, he carries on, he leads. He steps into his own and it is such a joy to see. By the end of the episode we have that beautiful moment where his dad comes to tell him how well he did. And moments like this? They’re everything. The growth, the evolution of their relationship. The way they start to meet each other as equals instead of Ace cowering before his dad, it’s amazing to watch.

And then the confrontation with Nancy. Oh guys, they needed this. Sure, it’s about the ghost, not about them. How can they get this argument out when they don’t even remember their feelings for each other? But this is the first time that Ace asserts himself. Stop. I do not consent to what you’ve done. Stop. He never stands up to Nancy. Never holds space for himself, for his needs. The closest we’ve seen him come is 4x02 when he’s desperately pushing for her to tell him what he’s missing. But even then he doesn’t come out and say it, he doesn’t communicate effectively, doesn’t express himself. He acts the part of the spurned wife, veiling everything behind passive aggressive snark and stone wall silence. 

This is everything. This is beautiful. This is communication. Expressing what he needs, what he wants, and refusing to back down. This is everything that they have been missing. I’ve said it over and over and over this season, so much of their problem has been their inability or willingness to communicate openly with each other. And here, laying down the groundwork, is the first step. The first flag Ace is planting. A map of muscle memory for the next time he needs to hold his head high and say stop, no, this is not what I want. 

But as he starts to find those boundaries, Nancy is finding her sense of self eroded. She is floundering, desperate, panicked by the timeline she’s been thrust into, desperate now she knows there are too smooth edges where her memories have been stitched together. Suddenly she doesn’t know herself, doesn’t trust herself. What is her and what is what’s left behind when it’s been taken - the trip on the pavement versus the assault? What would she do, what could she possibly have deemed so bad it had to be removed? Because this Nancy, the Nancy with the pieces removed, she doesn’t have the framework of her love for Ace, the undying certainty that she would do anything for the man she loves, even tear herself to pieces with her bare hands and a handful of words whispered in the dark. She only has an aching sense of loss and a hundred shifting pieces she can no longer make sense of. 

So she goes back to the basics. Back to the handful of things she can hold onto, the facts of the case. Over and over and over as she spirals into panic and fear and the desperate certainty that she is broken beyond repair, irredeemable, lost and alone.

She knows the date. She knows the time. She knows the call log on her phone. The memories are gone but the facts are there. A handful of truths to hold onto and whisper to herself in the dark. We have seen Nancy at her best and at her worst. But even at her worst - lost in the depths of the Hudson name and sure that she can only be the worst version of herself, she knew her mind. Trusted her memories. Could hold onto the pieces of her that she knew to be true. But this, this is a violation that she knows is self inflicted. A scalpel precise removal of pieces of her she doesn’t even know to miss.

We now have a definitive timeline - Ace called Nancy after the boat trip, after the memorial, her hair still wet from washing buttercream icing out. There’s around twenty minutes between that and her going to call on the Sin Eater. And Nancy, because she’s shaken, she’s been given proof that she’s done something she can’t imagine ever doing, no longer trusts herself, no longer trusts what she’d do, what terrible atrocities she could commit. She goes to Ace and tells him that she thinks they are responsible for the Jane Doe.

GIF Credit @whitefluffyyeti 

 But that doesn’t track, that doesn’t make sense. The Nancy we know and love would never try and erase a murder, cover up something terrible. She’d face it head on, hold herself to the same truth and justice ideal that she holds everyone to, because as far as she’s concerned she’s not special, she’s not above this. If she did something wrong she’d take herself to the police station and confess.

So that’s not it. 

But Nancy would also do absolutely anything for those she loves. Not murder, not hiding something like that. But she would absolutely run to the Yacht Club to erase something to save someone she loves, someone like Ace. It’s something time critical, otherwise why would she go there so quickly. She’s desperate. But it’s not something illegal, no for that she’d call Carson, get a lawyer involved, get it sorted out the right way. She’s not always stayed on the right side of the law - too many opportunities to show up the police when they can’t do their jobs, use her lockpicks, her sleuthing beanie. But if it was something illegal, something bad, something murderous, there is no way she’d erase it, she’d work on building the strongest defence possible, but she wouldn’t undo it.

I don’t believe it’s that they accidentally triggered the curse either. We’ve seen before, the Sin Eater erases the memory, it can’t undo the damage. If the curse were triggered, if Ace were doomed to die, the Sin Eater wouldn’t be able to do a thing to stop it.

So what does that leave? I genuinely have no clue. There are some great theories floating around about that night, about the Captain of the ship mysteriously cancelling, about the curse that Ace drops overboard. Something about that is off. And we can no longer trust what we’re being shown as viewers. Is what we see the truth? Or is it the altered version after the Sin Eater has removed it from the characters’ collective consciousness? Did Ace and his dad have a lovely bonding fishing trip or did something else happen? Did Nancy and Ace actually have that conversation as we saw it? Clearly not. But what have we had erased? What parts are missing? What jigsaw pieces are we going to be gifted to fill in to make the picture make sense?

My two cents, for what they’re worth - I don’t believe the ghost and the Jane Doe are the same. I think these are two things thrown together to make us think they’re the same. If the Captain theory holds true I’m willing to bet that they’re the burned corpse. But I think the ghost is the figurehead from The Governance. 

The Governance was stormed away from its original course thanks to the Aglaeca - thanks founders and your truly terrible treatment of women. Like I was in a storm. 

They then ripped the boat to pieces and left the figurehead as a protector of the Black Door, literally in the basement. The sky is gone.

The figurehead that has watched over as they tried over and over to merge the Sin Eater with the stolen children. There’s only one left.

She’s ethereal, not wearing the clothes she died in, but a white robe - like an angel, like a woman in white, like a being of magic. And Nancy Drew have been at great pains to point out throughout that there is a balance. Plugonia - plural, one doll for evil, one for light. What if the figurehead is not just a watcher, but part of the literal balance of the Sin Eater?

Now, @flythesail has done a truly excellent post exploring this theory which makes me feel much less like I’m going crazy connecting dots that aren’t there, and I highly recommend checking it out, because she does a fab job exploring the ideas of reincarnation that the writers are bringing into play this season, and makes a very compelling argument for this.

And once you start putting those pieces in, suddenly Nancy and Ace behaving as they are over the ghost and Tristan begins to make even more sense than memory erasure and heartbreak. And honestly, that’s not a sentence I ever thought I’d say.

But the thread has been found - how can you find a thread to pull when you don’t even know it’s missing waiting to be discovered? Against all the odds the photo, the timeline, it’s starting to emerge. And we know how Nancy gets once there’s a mystery. That desperate all consuming urge to uncover the truth, the light, the justice for a town steeped in darkness and secrets, for the people caught up in the web, for herself.

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[natasha-in-space]

Can I request you RFA and Saeran ( minus Jaehee) with a male MC. The boys are just shocked they are attracted to someone same gender as them. Does Jumin Han is gay? Jumin would confirm that this is true. Male MC is literally so adorable and cute, kind and compassionate, also has some feminine trait

I do want to preface this by pointing out that this is very headcanon-territory overall! I don't think I talked much on this blog about my personal headcanons for MM gang's sexualities so far. Not directly, anyway. That is to say, they will love you regardless of your gender! All MC's are loved and cherished by the RFA, don't forget that <3

Yoosung

Now, Yoosung definitely had crushes before, but they never really went anywhere. By the time he meets you, he probably has little or no real-life experience with romantic relationships. I don't think he is very well versed in his own sexual or romantic preference... at all. He was simply too focused on studying for the majority of his school years, and once Rika has passed, the yearnings for a romantic relationships were just another form of his deep longing for human connection. So, it goes without saying that a male MC wouldn't have much impact. These feelings are still new and undiscovered for him, whether you are male, female, trans, nonbinary, etc. By the time he realizes that he is falling for you, your gender is the last thing on his mind. The thing that will come up is coming out to his family. This post focuses solely on exploring that aspect for Yoosung!

Zen

So, Zen canonically has quite a bit of relationship experience under his belt. He is aware of his likings and dislikes. I do headcanon him as questioning his sexuality, but still presenting himself as straight. A part of him just never really felt that inner push to try and pursue anything with a man. Not fully. But he definitely considers it sometimes, and he finds himself feeling attracted to non-female presenting individuals. He's kind of confused in that sense, often writing it off on him finding someone aesthetically attractive is all. I have a feeling that there were some men approaching him romantically or sexually, though. He works in a creative field, and creative spaces are often, if not always, full of queer people. So, for him, it'll be more of a confirmation than anything else. He finds you attractive, both inside and out, and that's a feeling he recognizes well enough. He'll be way more awkward with flirting, though. He knows how to charm a lady, but he's clueless if he should do anything specific for a man. You'll have to give him a push there.

Jumin

Jumin is not that interested in learning about his romantic or sexual preferences. Although he appears somewhat clueless, he really just... doesn't care much. In a way, he always knew that he is capable of attraction to more than one gender, he just never had a word for it, nor did he care enough to learn. I personally headcanon him on the ace spectrum, so that plays into his indifference towards his love life. Of course, that's not to overlook the role his unfortunate upbringing played in shaping his views on romantic relationships. He would definitely be way more involved if his family didn't raise him the way they did. (But we're not touching that huge can of worms right now) I don't think he will care much about labels, not until you or someone else brings it up to him. He just knows that he loves you, and that's that. He doesn't understand nor appreciate anyone questioning him or meddling into his personal affairs. His family included. So, I don't think he will be all that shocked, nor will he struggle. Most of his intimacy issues stem from his upbringing, not much else.

Saeyoung

It's pretty much a common knowledge that Saeyoung is very blatantly not straight. He doesn't try very hard to conceal it, nor does he care to. I actually view him as the most flirty one of the group, so he has his fair share of fleeting flirty connections with many people of all gender identities. None of it was anything meaningful nor serious, though. He's the sort of guy who flirts with everyone in the room, but will quickly fumble and leave if someone reciprocates his advances. Saeyoung's issue is not so much about his sexuality as it is about his unique situation regarding his job and identity.

Saeran

Saeran... doesn't know much, if anything, about sexuality. His knowledge is very limited to what little he reads in books and Rika's words. In other words, I don't believe Rika would instruct him that feeling something for another man is wrong or incorrect. I think it's pretty clear that she is not the type of person to do that or believe in that. (That's not mentioning that she is very not straight herself but I digress) I do think Ray would talk about it with her, though. Although she trusted him to select a tester on his own, I'm certain that she still overlooked some aspects of the process. And we do know that Rika doesn't really mind his attraction towards you. It's only when that attraction grows into something more substantial that challenges his loyalty to her does it become an issue in her eyes. That is to say, Ray wouldn't care if you are a man. He finds you as lovely as can be. Just be prepared to be called a prince. And Ray will probably want to be your knight. He can't think of a role more fitting than one that will make him serve you and protect you like you deserve.

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[hoedamn-eron]

baby, please - part 1

You're successful, you're independent, and you pride yourself in both. But your friends think you could do with a man.

Warnings: Mentions of drinking wine. Reader is a bit of a workaholic. Like, one swear word. Proofread but probably a mistake or two in there somewhere. Word count: 2,031 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Welcome to the re-write! I wanted to write this last year, around the same time as my Doctor Steven Grant, PhD series, but it got put on hiatus due to some not nice real life stuff, but it's back! I hope you enjoy it!

These are your texts. These are Santi's texts.

Series Masterlist ● Part 2

You had the tendency to prove people wrong. Only when they had negative connotations of you, of course. You didn’t do it to be an obnoxious know-it-all.

For instance, you stuck it to your family when your parents scoffed at your idea of going into marketing instead of medical, like your sisters. You’d worked your ass off at college and graduated top of your class, those naysay comments from your parents in the front of your mind as you tossed your cap at your ceremony. Because of your hard work, you had moved to Florida for an amazing job opportunity. Granted, it wasn’t New York (which is the end goal for you jobwise), but you were the head of your very successful team, and it gave you the chance to separate yourself from your hometown (and therefore, your judgemental parents).

Let’s not forget the time you bought your apartment. Your friends had laughed at the size of it, claiming that you would want more space eventually, but it was yours, and you made it your own. Now your friends had decided your apartment was the best for your wine nights (which used to be bi-weekly, but plans changed when kids were coming into the picture), because it was the most quiet and you had the comfiest couch.

And lastly, you had proven than you didn’t need a man. Sure, it would be a nice perk to have, but you were happy being single. Whilst your friends were settling down and looking to move to nice neighbourhoods with good schools, you were dating around. Your love life was mostly filled with a few dates and one-night stands. You had dabbled in online dating every now and then, but that usually fizzled out after a few weeks. It didn’t bother you, you enjoyed meeting so many new people and having all these experiences to share.

Your dating life was a common topic of conversation between your peers. Your friends frequently teased you over it, wondering when you were going to ‘settle down’ yourself. You usually laughed it off. It never bothered you, why would it? You were a full-grown adult who could make decisions for herself, and it wasn’t any of their business at the end of the day. You’ve come to embrace being ‘that friend’ who was perpetually single.

It made sense that they would tease you about it, you were nearly thirty (not like there was a deadline or anything, you had plenty of time to ‘find’ someone). You weren’t even sure if you wanted kids, or to settle down. It may have worked out for others, who was to say it would work out just the same for you? You were perfectly happy focusing on yourself and your career.

Your day started out like any other. You woke up early, already sweating, huffing at the hot air of Florida. Your AC conked out last week, and you hadn’t found the time to get someone out to look at it. Your biggest client is launching their brand in a month’s time, so you and your team had been working aggressively hard to make sure you were meeting your deadlines and that your effort was up to par and more.

Which meant you’d been spending your weekday evenings mostly at the office than in your own apartment.

Answering a few morning emails and eating your breakfast before getting ready for work, you sent a quick text in your group chat to confirm that wine night was still good to go for later that night, since it was unusual to have your girl nights on a Monday (but it was the only time anyone had free, and it had been a long time since any of you were free at the same time). The evening was planned out perfectly, you’d even treated yourself and your friends to some decent wine, since this was the first wine night in months. You were truly happy for your friends, and you still saw each other every now and then, but God, there was nothing like your wine nights.

You weren’t expecting a text back from anyone until later in the day, so you continued with your morning. You made it into work with the usual traffic, a coffee in your hands from the local Starbucks. You sat at your desk and booted up your computer, checking your voicemails in the meantime.

“Good morning!”

You held back a grimace as you greet your desk mate.

Emily is nice enough, but overly chipper. She was blonde, bubbly, and always wore bright clothing. She was young, straight out of college and had joined the team a few months ago. She was still trying to find her feet in the company, and tried hard to make friends, something that she had frequently come to you about. Recently, she’d been hanging out with George and Juliet in accounts since they were of a similar age.

You suspected she had a thing for George.

“How was your weekend?” Emily asked, throwing her pink handbag to the floor and sitting in her chair.

“It was good. How was yours?” you ask.

“It was fine, thanks. Our new roommate moved in.”

Emily had been living with her sister and her sister’s boyfriend. Turned out the boyfriend had been sleeping around with some of the girls and guys from his gym and Emily and her sister had kicked him out. Last you heard he’d moved back in with his parents out of town.

“How’s that going?”

“Good, so far! Think Becca is just glad to have all his stuff gone and have her own space back.” Emily shook her head with wide eyes as she logged into her computer. “But she’s panicking now, because she wants to settle down. She’s nearly twenty-six, she thought she would be married by now. She was even talking about kids with this guy, so she’s feeling a little nervy about being on her own. Oh! That reminds me…”

Emily turned to look back at you, a grin on her face. You raise an eyebrow at her. “What?”

“There’s someone I think you should meet.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at your co-worker. One, because Emily had linked her sister’s ‘impending doom’ at being single with you, and two, it was the same story every time. Someone knows someone you should meet, and you go out on a date, but nothing ever comes of it. “Who do I need to meet, Emily?”

“My neighbour,” she replied, smiling widely. “His name is Santiago. He’s great, he was in the army for a while, but he’s retired now.”

“Retired?” you pulled a face. Trust Emily to try and set you up with an old fogey.

Emily shook her head quickly at you, almost as if she’d read your mind. “No, not retired like you think, he’s not old. He’s barely forty. And he’s really good looking, and nice.”

You shook your head at her. “I don’t know, Emily, work is busy, and the launch is soon…I don’t even have time to fix my AC at home, never mind go on a date.”

Emily pulls a face and makes a noise that reminds you of a toddler not getting their own way. “Come on, he’s funny and charming, and he might be ‘the one’!”

You had never believed in that kind of stuff; ‘the one’ and ‘soulmates’ and all that. You believed that there were so many people in the world, that you can (and will) fall in love multiple times throughout your life. Sure, sometimes people do just find one person who they are happy with and choose to be with for the rest of their lives, but that just wasn’t you.

But – saying that - it had been a while since you went out on a proper date. You could do with having a bit of fun and getting out the office and your apartment. And Emily liked to think she was some sort of match maker, so you’d like to humour her, just this once. “Okay, fine.”

Emily smiled widely as she excitedly gave you Santiago’s number, telling you that he was already expecting a text from you. You pull a face at her at the fact she had already anticipated you would say yes (or were you just that predictable?) and had given Santiago the heads up. You saved his number quickly before throwing your phone in your desk drawer and turning back to Emily. “Let’s finish up these mock ups and get them sent out. If we get these out of the way, we can focus on looking into finalising the merchandise.”

Your day was filled with multiple phone calls, plenty of meetings, and regular catch ups with your clients. You had hit a few snags, which could potentially delay the launch, but you were determined not to get to that point, already setting up possible plans and sending them to your client for approval. You finally sat down for your lunch when everyone was readying up for leaving for the day and going home.

You scrolled through your phone as you ate your lunch (which might as well be your dinner at this point). You caught up on your texts (wine night was still on!) and scrolling through what you’d missed on the client's social media (not much). You suddenly remembered about Santiago, who Emily had decided to set you up with. You grinned as you found his number and started a new text chain.

Hi, you introduce yourself. I’m Emily’s co-worker, she might have mentioned I would text you today?

It was a few minutes later when you received a reply.

Hey. Emily did mention you’d message. I’m Santiago. Have you thought about where you'd like to go for our date? Any preference on food?

Oh, okay, straight to the point.

I'm open to suggestions. I like pretty much anything, do you have any recommendations?

There’s this little Italian restaurant called Bella Cucina. The food is amazing, and it has a cosy atmosphere. It's not too far from where I live.

Italian sounds perfect! What day works for you?

How about Saturday? We could aim for a 7:30pm reservation if that suits you? Emily mentioned you’d been spending a lot of time at the office.

And considerate.

Saturday sounds great. 7:30pm works well for me. I'm really looking forward to it. Just to be sure, Bella Cucina is on Main Street, right?

Bella Cucina is on Main Street. I'll make the reservation for two under my name.

That’s great, I’ll put it in my schedule. I look forward to meeting you!

See you then, have a great rest of your week.

He seemed nice enough. A little stiff, maybe, but that might be due to his army background. You wondered what he looked like. You could look him up on social media if you wanted to, but you barely used the accounts you had; mainly you updated your client’s posts as requested. You imagined Santiago to be a stereotypical, muscled man with a buzzcut and lots of tattoos. One who was stoic and stern, very set in his ways.

You’d definitely dated that guy in the past.

You placed your phone back into your bag before gathering the packages of your lunch/dinner. The office was quiet, meaning everyone had probably gone home. You threw away your rubbish, walking back towards your desk to finish up a few more emails and shut down your computer. Your friends would be arriving at your place in just over an hour, so you had to make a move.

You lock up the office and make your way out of the building, making your way to your car in it’s usual parking space in the lot next door. Luckily traffic didn’t look too bad, so you should have enough time to get home and quickly and shower before setting up for wine night for when your friends arrived.

You knew you’d be fine. You could do it. You were you, and you get shit down. Apart from fixing your AC. You really needed to call someone about that.

#triple frontier #santiago garcia x reader #santiago x reader #santiago garcia x f!reader #santiago garcia #oscar isaac #pregnant!reader

[mlmxreader]

Replies to the post weren't open but I wanted to let you know I read your post about Königsblog and it made so much sense.

Like, I hardly touched the COD tag despite really liking the characters bc the amount of untagged rape content made me so past disgusted with my own body that I was uncomfortable IRL for a few days at a time(also I'm asexual so it was extra unwelcome)

But then I saw your post in passing, took one look at the blog and was able to link the fics that made me feel so horrible just scrolling past

So after looking up their blog and blocking every blog that interacts or recommends them etc, my scrolling experience is much nicer and actually enjoyable in the COD tag, so thank you!

Good evening! yeah, no, my replies have been closed ever since I made a post talking abt schizophrenia (a disorder that I have!) where people thought it'd be funny to mock that & to try and trigger delusional thinking, tbh. however, I am glad that you got in touch!

honestly? as a survivor of both SA & rape, it makes my fucking skin crawl, and it's a large part of why I've left the fandom; seeing it across ao3, tumblr AND twitter was just retraumatising tbh, like, genuinely. and others have shared the same sentiment as well. it's disgusting how anyone can look at abuse and decide to make pornography of it, in all honesty, and it's mostly coming from "new" fans (as in: those who only have interest in tiktok edits of the characters but have never touched the games and won't). however, I'm so, so genuinely sorry to hear that you've had that experience and that you had to see any of that - the fact that you're ace, esp, is just... I'm so very sorry to hear that it's STILL happening tbh.

it's a harrowing experience to have, esp bc platforms WILL NOT take that kind of stuff down, as well as the racism, homophobia, saneism, and general bigotry; it's a really, really, harrowing thing and I am so sorry that you were subjected to that & that you were put through that 🫂

I am however very glad to hear that you've taken the correct steps in ensuring that you don't see it again, but if I may add: you can ALSO filter tags & content, so if you put in the general tags (eg "noncon") and the urls of those you've blocked, it DOES guarantee that you'll never see that! there's also browser extensions, I believe, which also allow it but I don't use desktop that much to confirm it (i mostly only ever use it for writing a lot at a time tbh), so I'd suggest also looking into that as well bc you can never be TOO safe and you can never be TOO cautious!

but even tho I'm no longer in the fandom & I only write for the characters that HAVEN'T been ruined by freaks yet, do know that if you wish to stop by again, you are MORE than welcome to; my blog will always be safe from that kind of grotesque bullshit & I do my best to block & report every single one that I come across as well! I may not be perfect by any means, but I do try to do the right thing and to ensure that I'm as inclusive as and that I do try to keep this blog a safe space <3

I'd also HIGHLY recommend checking out @ladygoth as well; she is FANTASTIC, and her writing is absolutely brilliant! she's an incredibly smart, talented, compassionate and amazing woman and is the ONLY redeemable thing about the cod fandom's existence!

#asks #anonymous

[underratedandoverit]

Nothing But You And I

~4k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

mature content? in my blog?? in my fics??? for once its more likely than you think

warnings for implied sexual content (there is a fade to black), a very soft praise kink, making out, stripping. submissive!kip, theres a few swears, they are handy and suggestive, sexual tension. as i put in the ao3 tags, theres a lot of smoke but no actual fire, they are just spicy ✨

can be read as a follow up to "not even thinking twice" but it also works as a standalone, as theres only few small references to what happens in the other one

this is the spiciest shit you can get out of me honestly. im a very squeamish ace person, but willing to push myself as a writer, so this is a result of that. imm honestly very happy with this one, i honestly think its one of my best, if not personally THE best, to date, sssoooo. theres that. would love to hear what you think if you choose to read it, it would mean a lot! 💜

on ao3

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Kip paced back and forth in the hallway, trying to arrange the words into the correct order in his mind. He didn’t know how long he had been there trying to make sense of everything, the track of time was a foreign concept to him at this point, and the liminal space of the hotel corridor wasn’t really helping him with that. All Kip had was the number of the correct hotel room, and a burning passion to get his title back.

Almost on an instinct at the thought, Kip glanced at his shoulder, his face sinking a little at the lack of gold on it, once again. While people would probably have said that the BTE title didn’t mean much of anything in terms of success or career highlights, Kip heavily disagreed with that statement. Maybe it was because it had been the one title he had held in this company, be it a shoot vlog one or not, but it held a special meaning to him and a special place in his heart.

So not only seeing Orange Cassidy now hold it, but also living with the knowledge that Kip had lost the title specifically to him after everything, it was just something he wasn’t able to handle very well.

Kip stopped pacing for a second, standing in front of the hotel room door, raising his hand up for a stern knock. He didn’t do it though, only groaned in annoyance, returning back to walking in circles. It was late, he was probably asleep already anyway, so Kip wasn’t really sure why he bothered with all of this so much. He could easily sleep on it, or at least try to, and catch Cassidy first thing in the morning, to demand a rematch for the title that should rightfully still be his.

“Hey.”

Kip froze in place, the familiar voice catching him off guard. His eyes shot towards it after a split second, staring at the blond standing in the now open doorway that Kip hadn’t heard opening as he had been way too deep in his own thoughts, Cassidy letting out a yawn as he ran a hand through his short hair. There was something in the look he was giving to Kip that he wasn’t quite sure how to decipher at first, but as Cassidy continued to speak, it became pretty obvious.

“Can you stop that? Some of us are trying to sleep here.”

Annoyance. It was definitely annoyance.

Too bad for Cassidy he wasn’t as annoyed by the situation as Kip was, as the Brit stepped closer, getting up to the blond’s face. Cassidy didn’t even flinch, the pair of unamused blue eyes just staring back at him as he yawned quietly again.

“Well wake the fuck up sunshine, I want my title back.”

Cassidy just looked at him, lazily leaning against the door frame without moving an inch. The situation reminded Kip a lot about the way Cassidy had initially coaxed the title match out of him in the first place, just confirming the feeling Kip had had earlier while planning on putting himself into this situation that he had to fall down to similar tactics to best the dastardly Orange Cassidy this time around himself.

“Well?”

“Well what?” Cassidy asked, shrugging his shoulders a little. He clearly wasn’t going to move or give into Kip’s demands, which Kip was sure he already knew. Cassidy was just playing mind games with him at this point, growing the Brit more and more irritated at him with every ignorant statement he made.

“The title! I want a shot!”

Cassidy blinked at him blankly a couple of times, before leaning a bit closer, out of the doorway, glancing around the two of them up and down the empty hallway. Kip watched him, clearly confused, as Cassidy returned back to his original position, shrugging again.

“Brandon’s not here. The stand-ins are not here. I can’t give you a title shot unless it’s official.”

“You think this is a joke, don’t you?”

Cassidy didn’t reply, he didn’t react to the statement at all, but Kip could sense it from him. The blond was making a mockery of the precious vlog title, his precious vlog title, and Kip wasn’t going to stand for it. He stepped closer, as close as he possibly could to Cassidy, eyes narrowing at him as Kip huffed some extremely annoyed energy out of himself, trying his best to ignore the way the tips of their noses softly brushed against one another.

“You’re gonna give me a shot at the title, and you’re gonna give it to me now!”

“Okay.”

Kip went quiet, just staring at Cassidy for a second before his brows furrowed, Kip leaning slightly away from him, clearly suspicious about this situation.

“…Okay?” he repeated, trying to work it out in his brain what the blond was on about.

“You can have a shot.”

Kip was still definitely suspicious about all of this, the conclusion came around much easier than he expected, but at the same time he had always known that Cassidy wasn’t made up to be a champion so maybe he was already regretting this and wanted to lose the title to avoid the responsibilities that came with it. Maybe Kip showing this passionate side of him to Cassidy was making the fraud of a current champion realize how much he actually wanted this, making Cassidy regret ever taking it from him. Maybe --

“But you have to earn it first.”

Getting another sudden flashback to how Cassidy had pulled his title shot out of him, Kip bit his lower lip, swearing he could see a little teasing smirk tugging in the corner of Cassidy’s mouth at the sight of Kip’s obviously racing thoughts. Maybe he was also thinking the same thing, how things had happened last week, agreeing to have a repeat of that. Or maybe that was just what Kip wanted out of this, what he wanted to believe.

“Or you can just say no and we can leave it at that and --”

“I-I’ll do anything.”

The words slipped out of his mouth before Kip could stop himself, the desperation in his voice so obvious he couldn’t help but the wince a little afterwards. Of course he meant it, but he wasn’t supposed to show weakness like that, not at a moment like this, not so openly to someone like Cassidy. The blond just looked at him, slowly raising one brow at him, this time Kip being sure there was a smirk accompanying his glance.

“…Anything?”

Kip slowly nodded. This was the one title that had meant so much to him, the only one he had held in recent memory that made him even somewhat relevant in the eyes of the audience. He craved the compliments he got while carrying it around and wearing it, he missed the weight of it on his shoulders, both physically and metaphorically, he missed the glimmer of gold that was truly his. The one thing that Kip had won, that gave him admiration, attention, a reason. He missed it. Kip missed all of it.

And yes. He was so ready to do anything to get it back. Anything Cassidy threw at him would be worth it, to get that title back on his shoulder, around his waist, to have those feelings of importance and meaning again.

Kip watched, in slight confusion, as Cassidy suddenly turned around on his heels, sluggishly making his way back inside the hotel room, leaving the door open after him. Kip stared at the empty, open doorway for a moment, it slowly dawning on him that this was an invitation for him. He could feel his heartbeat growing faster at the sudden realization that it was just going to be the two of them, at this late of an hour, together in Cassidy’s otherwise empty hotel room.

Kip tried to shake the thought off as he stepped past the threshold and inside the room, slowly closing the door after him. He had to remind himself that he was here for the title, for the shot he deserved to regain it, and that was it. Just because it happened to be with Cassidy was irrelevant. He would have done this with anyone else too. Maybe not like this, maybe he would have been more patient with someone else, but Kip definitely would have demanded a title shot. He --

“Come here.”

Kip looked at him, spotting Cassidy sitting at the end of the bed, slowly patting the spot next to him. Kip hesitated for a moment before he managed to get his feet moving again, slowly approaching the bed and the blond sitting on it. He felt nervous, without really being able to put a finger on why. He forcefully pushed the memory of Cassidy pinning him against the couch a week ago out of his mind, knowing this time wouldn’t be like that. This situation was different, he had no reason to try the same trick on him twice.

Kip finally sat on the bed next to him, watching as Cassidy inhaled deeply, leaning his arms against his legs as he leaned forward on his spot, clearly switching gears into a thinking mode. Kip didn’t bother to ask him anything, it was fairly obvious that he was running through scenarios on how the Brit would be showing that he had earned another title shot after just losing to him. Cassidy wasn’t the kind of person to really plan much ahead, he thought more on the spot, or so Kip had at least noticed throughout the torment he had put the blond through in the past months. So it didn’t really look like he had planned for this either, for Kip coming up to him and demanding a title shot, and being put into this position of having to come up with something.

God he would be such a boring champion.

“Can I ask you something?”

Kip scanned the side of his face, staying quiet as Cassidy didn’t look back at him despite asking the question and waiting for an answer. The silence seemed to be enough for him though, as he continued.

“Are you really here only for the title?”

Kip looked at him, feeling an odd lump in his throat that he was sure wasn’t there before. He nodded his head quickly though, before clearing his voice a little.

“Of, of course.”

Cassidy snorted, still not looking at him, but Kip could see the teasing smile playing on his lips.

“You’re lying.”

Kip didn’t reply to him, only watched as Cassidy finally turned back towards him. The odd combination of both softness and intensity in his eyes was almost mesmerizing, Kip hadn’t really paid much attention to it before if he was being honest. Usually when he saw Cassidy without the sunglasses was inside the ring, in a differently heated moment where he had a reputation and a fighting spirit to keep up to, which was so much different than the sleepy, almost domesticated feel to the look he was giving to Kip here.

“You’re really telling me that you are here, at two in the morning, in my hotel room, when you could have done that at any point tomorrow or even tonight, just through a simple text message or a call, begging for a title shot that barely matters… And that’s all?”

Kip slowly and hesitantly nodded, getting an uncharacteristically emotive chuckle back from Cassidy who just shook his head, the smile now very obvious on his lips as he just kept looking back at Kip.

“You’re a terrible fucking liar.”

Kip opened his mouth to reply, but he had no words. He could have just easily lied about it, but something in his head was preventing him from saying any of that. Something in him didn’t make him want to sit there and lie at Cassidy, not directly to his face, but at the same time he couldn’t admit the true nature of things to him.

He could barely admit it to himself that maybe, maybe there was something a little bit more to this and his impatient passion than just regaining the title. Because Cassidy was right, he could have waited, he could have done this at any point, without being so aggressively over the top about it, without not wanting to waste any chance Kip could get to end up in this position.

The position where Cassidy suddenly, yet clearly deliberately leaned closer towards him while Kip was weighting through his potential replies, with ease cupping one of Kip’s cheeks into his hand as the Brit wasn’t even trying to stop him or resist against the touch, pressing their lips against one another.

Kip couldn’t lie to him, because he wanted this. He had hoped for this. Fuck, he had begged in his mind to put back into this position, and there were no known words on this whole goddamn planet that he could say to make it appear otherwise.

Kip slowly responded to the lazy kiss, Cassidy almost immediately pulling away from him, erupting an annoyed groan from Kip. Cassidy just smiled at him, knowing that he got him in the palm of his hand so easily, both figuratively and literally as his thumb ran over the Brit’s cheek.

“I don’t like it when you lie to me, Kip.”

The way Cassidy said his name sent shivers down Kip’s spine. The soft, yet stern voice put him under a spell he couldn’t escape from. Not that he wanted to, but the hold it had of him was like no other, the soft touch against the heating skin of his cheek just adding a layer to it all that made it feel like a dream Kip didn’t want to wake up from.

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

Cassidy tilted his head, almost acting coy before he leaned closer again, trailing a row of soft kisses along Kip’s jawline. He bit his lip to hold back a moan, his breathing tightening as Kip could feel his heart rate increasing against his will at the touch of Cassidy’s lips against the scruff covering his skin while his hands worked to unbutton the rest of the Brit’s shirt with ease. Finally his hot breath tickled against Kip’s ear as Cassidy’s lips reached it, a clear smile in his voice as he whispered, “Good boy.”

Kip flinched a little, pulling away from Cassidy’s touch, taking in a deep breath, much shakier than he expected it to be. Cassidy just looked at him, the smile still playing on his lips, barely visible yet so comforting that Kip couldn’t help but to rush forward, wanting to wipe that look from his face before Cassidy could unlock more embarrassing feelings out of him, pulling the blond into a kiss. Cassidy chuckled at him, giving Kip the moment he needed to deepen the kiss.

The next few moments passed him by in a bizarre haze of passion, Kip feeling the blond moving into his lap with ease, stripping him out of the already unbuttoned shirt, hands moving into his hair to run through it. The few gentle tucks of his hair made Kip moan quietly against the kiss, in the end Cassidy clearly taking the hint as it felt like he was doing it on purpose to work Kip up, letting him barely catch his breath anymore.

As the kiss was finally broken apart, Cassidy stopped to admire his handiwork; the disheveled hair, flustered cheeks, closed eyes, and slightly parted lips as Kip was trying to steady his breathing to stop his head from spinning, looking so euphoric in his state that Cassidy let out a few swears of his own in his mind at the piece of art he had created. He hadn’t stopped before to ask himself if this was the right thing to do, but seeing Kip right there in front of him melting against his touch on more levels than just one, he knew this was what he wanted to begin with. Since last week, in fact. But…

“Hey.”

Kip didn’t open his eyes, still trying to steady himself and his spinning head, but he nodded a little in acknowledgment.

“If… If you want to stop, it’s okay. You’ve earned your shot.”

Kip’s brows furrowed but his eyes remained shut, just listening to Cassidy’s words. The blond wanted to make it very clear he wasn’t going to push the boundaries more unless this was a mutual feeling between both of them. Honestly it had started as Cassidy just trying to see how serious Kip was about all of this title shot talk after what Cassidy himself had done to get his shot the week before, but somewhere down the line since Kip had appeared unannounced and clearly so, so desperate on the doorstep of his hotel room, something had changed.

He didn’t want to see how far Kip was willing to go anymore. Maybe it was because the things he would do were becoming fairly obvious, or maybe Cassidy just wanted this to be more… Mutually enjoyable and beneficial moment instead. Something a bit more than just him trying to tease Kip into backing down.

“Unless you… Want to go on.”

“I… I do.”

Kip was still clearly out of breath, but he nodded his head again, Cassidy feeling the fingertips digging into his hips, only now really taking notice where Kip’s hands had been this entire time. “I do. I really… Really do.”

Sensing nothing but sincerity in his words, Cassidy leaned closer again, stealing a soft peck from Kip’s lips before he pushed himself up on his feet from his lap. Kip’s eyes opened as he felt the body heat of the blond disappear from his immediate vicinity, his cheeks flushing even deeper color of red as he saw Cassidy kneeling down in front of him, hands working on undoing his belt.

Kip almost wanted to ask him to stop, a sudden wave of shame and vulnerability washing over him, but as Cassidy continued to undress him without any objections, the clearly careful and practiced movements of his hands tucking the tight jeans down, Kip just found himself biting his lip to stop himself from letting out a single sound, just enjoying the brushes of Cassidy’s rough hands against his exposed skin, just the mere contact making Kip grow slightly more and more insane each time.

As Cassidy struggled a bit with the final pull of the pants, Kip wiggled his way back on the bed, the movement helping to release his legs from the denim trap. There was something almost perverse about it, how Kip was now laying on the unfamiliar hotel bed only in his underwear, watching as Cassidy crawled back on it, still fully clothed, leaning over him as the blond observed every bit of Kip, inch by inch, as if he wanted to consume all of him.

And honestly, Kip absolutely wanted him to do all of that.

Cassidy’s hand traced up his toned midsection, a line of fingers running between his pecs, raising goosebumps on Kip’s skin.

“Has anyone told you that you’re beautiful?”

Cassidy looked straight at him, Kip having to actually turn away to avert the gaze, feeling the words catching in his throat. He wanted to reply something back to him so badly, but Kip was afraid of stammering, saying the wrong thing, making a fool out of himself. Making all of this stop if he said something that Cassidy didn’t want to hear.

Kip could feel Cassidy’s hand climbing up from his chest, pressing onto his cheek, slowly but firmly turning Kip’s face back towards him. Cassidy smiled down at him, “Because I think you’re beautiful.”

Kip’s cheeks were burning, even more so as the blond leaned in for another kiss. Stealing the wind out of his lungs with ease as Cassidy locked their lips together, Kip tried to keep any coherent thoughts going on. Which was extremely difficult for him, as he could feel Cassidy’s soft lips against his, his tongue in Kip’s mouth, his hands wandering around the side of his face and the other in his hair. Kip felt like a mess under his grasp, melting into a puddle of his own wants and desires, drowning in the shows of affection he had been craving for the entire night.

Cassidy pulled away first, Kip leaning up after him, trying to hold onto the kiss for as long as possible. Cassidy hummed a little at his longing for the affection, clearly content with the response he was receiving, pressing a quick kiss on Kip’s cheek instead.

“You’re so beautiful I think I know exactly what I want to do with you.”

Kip was completely at his mercy, feeling Cassidy’s hands leaving his face and his hair, helping the blond hover over his body instead as Cassidy slowly kissed his way down him. First along his jaw, then his neck, leaving little nibbles on the soft skin, erupting almost embarrassingly soft moans from Kip. Cassidy chuckled at him, stopping for a moment to watch Kip throw one arm over his face, his cheeks so hot out of both desire and embarrassment that he didn’t want to think about Cassidy even looking at him.

“Kip…”

“Ju-just keep going.” His voice was quiet, almost whiny, demanding. And yet he was begging, like the pathetic, needy one he was. Cassidy just looked at him for a moment, before lowering his lips back against his skin, continuing to kiss down his features all the way down over Kip’s chest and his abdomen, only stopping as his hands brushed against the only piece of garment still covering the Brit, in reaction Kip’s hands shooting closer to tangle into Cassidy’s hair, stopping him in place.

The blond glanced up at Kip from under his brows, clearly curious, watching him breath heavily as Kip contemplated his options. Him stopping Cassidy on his tracks was a reflex, one that he didn’t want to act on but had no other choice, already feeling awkward enough in the situation he was put in. But Cassidy just continued to smile at him, that same smile that Kip had seen from him throughout the night; it was confident, soft, full of comfort and understanding.

“It’s okay,” Cassidy almost purred at him, Kip watching as he carefully untangled his hand from his hair. “Trust me.”

Kip suddenly sat up, Cassidy’s brows furrowing a bit at this sudden change, forcing him to sit back up as well. Cassidy’s hand was quick to cup Kip’s face again, the Brit leaning immediately into the comforting touch, letting out a shaky breath.

“You do want to do this, right?”

Kip nodded, rubbing his cheek against the palm of Cassidy’s hand a little. The smile was fast to return to the blond’s lips, as he leaned closer to Kip, pressing a soft kiss on his lips, followed by his free hand gently pushing Kip back down against the bed.

“So let me handle this. I promise you, you’re in good hands.”

Kip wasn’t denying that, he wasn’t denying wanting this either. He really did, and he knew he just needed to get over that first hurdle of not feeling so ridiculously embarrassed to let someone else take over him. Kip could feel Cassidy’s hands running over the cloth, letting out a soft whine in response. As Cassidy chuckled at him softly, Kip’s head whipped to the side, cheeks burning as he couldn’t look back at the blond again.

“Just relax.” Cassidy’s voice flowed through him, Kip shivering a bit, hoping Cassidy didn’t catch onto it. “Lay back, look gorgeous for me and… Keep moaning.” Kip closed his eyes, inhaling sharply as he could feel Cassidy’s fingers almost impatiently tiptoeing over his underwear. “I like it when you do that. Alright?”

Kip nodded his head, letting out a quiet whine in response.

“Good Kip,” Cassidy whispered, Kip feeling the last garment covering him being slowly stripped off of his body.

#fic #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction