#genuinely thank you for taking the time out of your day to give me advise thats really sweet :]

[speckled-biscut]

LOVE that piece of art with the gun but. Dude. Cannnnot distinguish that background! If you want a suggestion, you don't have go take it, I would make the background green yet still at night, like a bush or grass, then I would make the jacket pitch black, and at last I would make the gun silver-ish with highlights/reflections.

Steve already has great contrasts per design, so it really makes everything around him more dull compared to his harsher colours. So sad your artistry is lost, I didn't know what I was looking at before I turned up my brightness, which, the drawing may look different on our devices so everything I say could be bullshit.

I this isn't meant to be criticism, it's meant to be a friendly pat on the back, if you don't experience it that way, then I'm terribly sorry and I want you to disregard everything here.

Bye!

Oh my gosh thank you so much for the advice! unfortunately my computer has color issues which makes colors that stand out there seem to blend together everywhere else I see the piece (I actually have a whole discord log of just drawings with different levels of contrast to make sure the pieces look decent) BUT your absolutely right when I could've made the gun silver to help better the contrast (I was trying to make it look like an "underground brand" looking gun and threw some of my knowledge to the side in that pursuit lmao)

#ask #specky's spirals #genuinely thank you for taking the time out of your day to give me advise thats really sweet :] #COMPLETELY forgot to add a white layer overtop too but eh you live you learn

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x reader

[ Chapter 7 ] || [ Chapter 9 ]

Pairing: Ghost x gn!Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.1K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: ghost is making a move.

Chapter 8: Awooga?

Surprisingly, your one-night stand with John last night did wonders for you. You felt energized all day and made it a point to clean everything instead of moping about like you have tended to do since your break-up with Ethan.

There were days when you considered texting him, neck deep in feelings you couldn’t quite move past, trying your best to stay afloat. Four years by his side couldn’t be forgotten in the blink of an eye, even if neither of you wanted anything to do with the other and had each other blocked on every platform imaginable.

It’s 4 P.M. on Saturday and you’re laying about in your living room wearing lounge clothes, your legs spread over your coffee table, eyes lazily locked on the TV as you fiddle with your phone, twirling it in your hand.

Eventually, you find yourself getting bored… So you decide to open Tinder one last time. You got what you wanted out of it. John scratched that itch… There’s no need to keep it. But it’s still funny enough to judge the men on that app even if you’re no longer doing anything with them.

You start Left Swiping on every profile that comes onto your screen, silently judging each one and murmuring to yourself. You get about 15 profiles in before you find yourself bored of even that.

Sighing and getting peckish, you decide to order yourself something good for dinner from a delivery app. Then, while waiting for the notification that your driver is on his way, you return to Tinder.

You open the DM tab, finding dozens of new DMs from guys and skim through them, none of them catching your eye. If you were in the mood, you’d maybe engage in convo with one of them, maybe annoy them a little… But they all seem so… bland.

Then you find Simon’s chat lost in the influx. You click on it for a moment, smiling a bit as you spot his politeness and excess professionalism for someone that’s on a dating app looking to get laid.

Biting your lip, your fingers glide across the keyboard as you shoot him a quick message.

you: so… are you thinking of ever uploading a new pic of yourself?

The Read indicator popped up under your DM almos instantly, and the bubbles indicating Simon was typing soon followed.

Simon: Look who it is. Simon: Hello to you too. Simon: No, I don’t intend to do that. you: hi, sorry. x you: why not? Simon: I don’t take this app seriously enough to want to show off what I look like. you: was that a dig at me for having a whole gallery? Simon: No. Simon: Unless you want it to be. 😉 you: 😱😱 you: SIMON DID YOU JUST USE AN EMOJI? Simon: I regret doing it now. you: NOOOO pls don’t! you: it was fun!!!! Simon: Alright then. Simon: How are you feeling today?

You’re genuinely shocked by his question and you find yourself smiling a bit.

you: i’m okay hru? Simon: Just okay? I’m fine thanks. you: yeah! feeling lazy. Simon: You had me worried you weren’t feeling well after last night.

Your cheeks warm up so quickly that you even sputter and sit up on the couch with a start.

you: you know?? Simon: Of course I know. Simon: John’s my captain.  you: he told you??????? Simon: No. John’s old school. No kiss and tell. Simon: But we were all expecting he’d go home with you. Simon: Kind of an open secret. you: oh Simon: Does that bother you? you: i don’t think so? you: i guess i should’ve expected you would realize it Simon: I’m sorry. Simon: To be fair, I can tell you that you did a great job, he’s in a much better mood. you: that is not the praise you think it is 😭 Simon: I’m not used to giving praise, cut me some slack alright? you: right. i can see that. you: the whole - my team would say i push them - thing Simon: I stand by that. Simon: I’m not very good at talking. Simon: But I’m not a liar. you: i’ve noticed you: you tend to hate being called that. Simon: Lie enough on the job. Simon: When I’m talking to people outside of that, I like being as honest as I can be. you: i see you: sooo does that mean i can ask you things and you’ll be honest in the answers? Simon: About? you: you Simon: Within reason. you: what do you look like Simon: 6ft4, blonde, brown eyes. you: that’s it? Simon: I said ‘Within reason’. That means I won’t give you more than I think I should. you: infuriating 😤 Simon: That’s life.

Just as you’re about to answer, your doorbell rings. You were so absorbed in Simon’s chat that you didn’t notice your delivery driver arrived.

You slip on some shoes quickly and dash downstairs to the front door of the building to receive your food.

Once upstairs, you set your food on the table and unwrap everything, beginning to eat your Nando’s chicken as you try to resume texting Simon one-handed.

That’s when you spot the message he sent you while you were busy.

Simon: Added some new pics. Simon: Don’t say I never did anything for you. Simon: But I’ll take them down in 2 minutes so you better hurry up.

Eyebrows raised, you quickly click on his profile and rush to tap through to the new pictures.

The first one makes you chuckle. Of course, it’s him wearing a hoodie and a stupid mask… But the second one? Your jaw drops open and you find yourself swallowing dryly.

“Awooga…” You quip to yourself and giggle, amused at your own silliness as your eyes trail over every inch of exposed skin in Simon’s chest. Even if that’s not him, even if that’s just some… bloke he found online, it’s still a bloody fine picture.

Returning to the chat, you type a quick reply.

you: not bad Simon: Answered your questions? you: raised a couple more. Simon: Good. Simon: You keep them in your mind for later. you: why does it feel like you’re leaving?? Simon: Because I am. Duty calls. Simon: I’ll tell John you said 'Hi'. you: okay... you: be careful!

As soon as you sent that message you found yourself facepalming. Why do you sound like a concerned partner? You don’t even know this man. Any of them really. Even if you had one of them inside of you less than 24 hours ago.

You don't dwell too much on it because soon there's a message from Simon on the screen.

Simon: Always am. Don’t miss us too much.

Shaking your head, you set down your phone, locking the screen, and turning back to your peri-peri chicken and chips, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation.

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[lordoftherazzles]

My takeaway from the past 24+ hours...

There are so many of us that rely on ao3, whether you're a reader or writer. It brings us joy, it gives us an escape from the real world, and it lets us come together as a community to share stories and scenarios about our favorite fandoms and characters. The amount of posts I have seen on multiple platforms lamenting over the DDoS attacks is overwhelming - but with most of them comes a delightful cheer to the volunteers working to resolve this issue.

I've seen so many statements of praise for those volunteers, which is exactly what they deserve, and more. Can you imagine working for over 24 hours straight, on a volunteer basis, against something like this? They're the real MVPs, and I think our appreciation for them gets lost until moments like this rise.

With that said, here is my first real takeaway...

Don't bitch when ao3 does a donation drive. They work hard to keep the archive up and running, and with that costs money. Every server, every new addition or feature you want to see added to help make the site better, it costs money. The legal team that is defending fanfic authors??? MONEY. SO! DON'T! COMPLAIN!

I'm not saying you have to go out and donate your paycheck to ao3 - but I will say that, especially with this situation, if you can donate even a little bit to show your support, it means more than you probably realize, and even if you can't donate (which is totally okay), be kind to those who work on the archive. Send them kind words of encouragement, rather than flaming the archive because it's under attack - because yeah, I've seen people bitching AT ao3 for not working fast enough, or for it still being down. STOP IT.

My second takeaway...

Don't believe everything you see on the internet. Ao3 themselves have advised that the group claiming to take credit for this attack is to be treated with skepticism. And not only that, let's NOT automatically make assumptions about who is responsible just because of an organization's name. It's just a NAME, it doesn't identify a person's origin, background, etc. But I'm not here to dive into that much further. Point: I better not see any Sudanese hatred on my dash, or I will bite you.

My third takeaway...

Treat your fanfic writers with respect. We all now see first hand how much we depend on these stories. As I said above, for some it's an escape, a creative release, and a way to communicate with other people through similar interests. It's a beautiful creation, neither above nor below any other kind of literature.

Consider commenting, reblogging, kudos, anything you can to let the authors know you enjoyed and appreciate their works. Everyone is free to communicate in the way that suits them best, but every little bit is appreciated - as a fanfic writer myself, I can tell you that even a little heart emoji has made my day. It's like receiving a second kudos, and tells me that someone appreciated my efforts enough to give me a double thumbs up.

Any form of communication with the authors is appreciated. It lets them know that people are genuinely interested. We live in a world where INSTANT GRATIFICATION is taking over, but creations such as this take time. Talk with the authors, ask them about their wips, tell them they're doing a great job. Do NOT pester about "when are you updating next?" or the dreaded AI option - again, I will BITE PEOPLE if I see you doing this. Just...have some respect, show your appreciation, it's more than JUST FANFIC.

At the end of the day I guess this post is about being kind. Not pointing fingers or slandering people due to a name. It's about appreciating the things we do have, and not taking them for granted. Whether it's the brave cyber warriors currently fighting these DDoS attacks on the frontline, or the authors writing for not only their enjoyment, but for others too. Let's all respect one another, and show our support when and where we can.

HUGE THANK YOU TO THE VOLUNTEERS AT AO3, YOU ARE THE REAL MVPS!!!

#ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #razzy's rambles

[pixelmensupremacy]

May i request a DBH fic? The moment they realized they fell in love with reader. May i request Gavin and the RK bros

A/N: Honestly, I don't why it took me so long to get this out. Either way that's an interesting request, Nonny! Here's my take on the dbh boys realizing they have feelings for the reader.

Warnings: GN!reader, it's implied that reader is shorter, pretty much fluffy stuff, not proof read

Gavin

Being his snarky self, Gavin would be jokingly flirty at first not thinking much of it

Until he began sensing a warmth every time (Y/N) laughed at his silly jokes and sarcastic comments

Before he knew it, he was always spending his free time with (Y/N)

Going into the breakroom, whenever he noticed they were there

Greeting them every morning with a genuine smile on his face

Vibrant morning sunrays hit (Y/N) skin as walked into the building of the Detroit police department. It was quiet except for the usual sound of mouse clicks and the occasional phone ring. A bright smile curled the corners of their lips at the sight of their partner Gavin Reed.

"Morning, Reed!" Enthusiasm was evident in their voice; his attention was immediately anchored to them and their face, which he found absolutely adorable. Affected by their happy expression, he couldn't help but smile back at them.

"Somebody call the cops because it’s got to be illegal to look that good!" He eyed the from head to toe, causing them to shyly look away.

Interestingly enough, it was the colleagues at the department that noticed the change first

His longing to constantly be in (Y/N)'s company was obvious to everyone else but Gavin and (Y/N)

Happy to finally see Gavin break character and soften, his colleagues would tease him every once in a while

While on the other hand (Y/N) would get overwhelmed with questions such as "Did you put him under a spell?"

I feel like Gavin will distance himself once he realizes that his feelings toward (Y/N) are more than just a silly crush

Progressively he will grow colder to (Y/N)

He would find himself in a rabbit hole of repressed emotions and anxieties, connected to his past, which will ultimately lead to avoiding (Y/N)

Hurt and confused, (Y/N) wouldn't give up on reaching out to him but with little to no success

Until they give up, which in return pains Gavin even more

Suddenly he will have to deal not only with the fear of abandonment but also the consequences of said fear taking over him

I like to imagine Hank will be quick to notice the distance formed between the two and will talk to Gavin

Knowing him since his rookie days, Hank is one of the few people who know quite a lot about Gavin, which helps him in advising the detective

Eventually, thanks to Hank's help, Gavin will be able to realize that by avoiding his problems he made things worse

He will want to apologize to (Y/N) for hurting them

“I know I’ve been a total ass the past few weeks, but maybe I can make it up to you. (Y/N) silently gaze at him as if they weren’t sure if this was a dream or reality.

“There’s new restaurant down the block and I thought maybe..” He went on all the while studying their face. “Maybe we could check it out?”

Much to his delight, they agree

The two have the time of their life, catching up like nothing ever happened

And even getting closer

“So,” He spoke up, hot puffs of air escaping his mouth. “Are we even?”

(Y/N) swayed back and forth on their feet, overdoing the time it took them to answer.

“I’m afraid a single date won’t be enough, Reed.” Their hand reached for his neck, bringing his face closer to theirs; their lips touched his in a soft and delicate kiss that left him wanting more.

“Your wish is my command.” (Y/N) giggled, causing a warmth to spread in his chest, despite the cold of the November night.

Markus

Markus is definitely the type of person, who looks for a friend first and a lover second

So, I expect him to fall for (Y/N) after they have gotten to know each other

His feelings for them will slowly but surely progress into a sensation he's never felt before

Even if the thought of (Y/N) wouldn't leave his mind, he would be reluctant to share that with them

Or at least not verbally

Being the altruist he is, his love language would be one of service

Anyway he could, he would help

Standing on their tippy toes, (Y/N) struggled to reach the contents of the top shelf; even the chair they were standing on seemed to not help much. Passing by the kitchen, Markus’ attention was caught by the creaking of the chair and (Y/N)’s puffs and quiet curses. With a puzzled expression, he walked up to them and took a glance at what they were doing.

Reaching with a hand near theirs, he took a hold of a box of cereal; electrical shock ran through (Y/N)’s entire body at the slight brush of his cold skin against theirs.

“Is this what you were looking for?” They nodded as they got down.

“Yeah, thanks.” (Y/N)  took the box with a bright smile on their face that caused his circuits to malfunction, resulting in LED lighting up in a vibrant amber color.

Though he will eventually come to realize that his desire to help (Y/N) exceeded past just his typical friendly behavior

He desired to be by their side at all times

He will absolutely melt if (Y/N) were to compliment him

The enchanting melody filled the space, alluring (Y/N) the source of the sound. Letting the music take over them, their steps were in perfect sync with the rhythm of the song; it almost felt as if time stopped and they have found themselves in a wonderland- one they couldn’t imagine even in their wildest dreams.

The volume grew louder so did the effect of the melody upon (Y/N); seeing a door, they weren’t surprised to see Markus sat before the piano. His slender fingers stroked the snow-white keys, the impact of his firm, yet delicate, touch made for a captivating melody akin to the song of a siren that drew in sailors in the dead of night.

Much like a sailor, bewitched by a magnificent siren, (Y/N) stood and watched as his composition tingled their every sense. Not long after did Markus sense their presence; startled by their sudden appearance, he stopped playing.

“Why did you stop?” Disappointment was written in their expression.

“I didn’t expect to have an audience.” He made a reply in a bashful manner, his colorful eyes avoiding theirs.

“I love it when you play the piano.” (Y/N) began as they neared him. “No matter how many times I hear you play it’s never the same. It’s truly fascinating.” There was a spark in their eyes as they spoke that caused a tingling sensation to occur in his thirium pump. Was he malfunctioning?

Markus will definitely confess once the revolution is successful and he feels safe enough to have another person in his life

Connor

He's completely oblivious

Never in his short life did he expect to feel let alone fall in love

So, he's very confused when he experiences system malfunctions in (Y/N)'s presence

He constantly runs system checks only to get confused when the results show no apparent errors

Despite being a prototype, created to unravel complicated cases with ease, it takes him some time to figure out it's (Y/N) that causes these malfunctions

Of course, not without Hank's help

Enamored by the enigma surrounding them, Connor couldn’t help but stare at them and wonder: why they caused such reactions in him. Coincidently or not, Hank had noticed Connor’s lack of focus on his tasks; following the direction of his gaze, the man had found the reason.

“You know it’s rude to stare right? Or that isn’t in your damn program?” Hank got straight to the point but Connor seemed clueless, for he gave him a puzzled look. The man let out a sigh of disappointment.

“Look, I know you got something towards (Y/N) and you better go talk to them.”

“But I-“

“Trust me. They like you too.” Silently, Connor looked at his partner, processing what he had said. “Come on! Don’t waste your chance.” He urged the android on.

Connor will get flustered if (Y/N) were to compliment him

“Good morning!” (Y/N) greeted; their voice akin to a bell rang in Connor’s ears.

“Mornin’, kid” Hank mumbled under his nose, not quite returning their excitement.

“You’re here early!” They stared in awe.

“Yeah, thanks to him.” He pointed to Connor, who shyly waved his hand; (Y/N) smiled.

“Good job, Connor! Even if I wanted, I wouldn’t be able to bring Hank here before noon.” They joked, causing the lieutenant to laugh, meanwhile, Connor’s cheeks got blue, dusted with deep shades of blue, and amber hues danced on his LED.

If it came to physical touch Connor would probably shut down from how many system errors he gets

Much like in Markus' case, I think Connor will be confident in his emotions after the revolution when he becomes a deviant

It may take him a bit longer to fully grasp the experience of having feelings

Though he will get used to it with some guidance

Sixty

Just like Gavin, Sixty will be flirty but mostly with someone, who reflects the same energy

He may be a bit too daring at times, openly flirting without any shame whatsoever

Heading towards the breakroom with their partner beside them, (Y/N) was eager to get their morning coffee, though it seemed Sixty had other plans.

"Is your phone in your back pocket? Because your ass is calling me." With him being close by their side, his voice- barely above a whisper- caused shivers to run down their spine.

“Haha very funny, Sixty.” They sarcastically laughed, in hopes of hiding the excitement that grew within them.

“You know I’m always at your service.” He winked at them as he opened the door for them.

It may take him a lot longer to get attached and even longer to acknowledge his feelings

He would definitely test (Y/N)'s loyalty for him to fully trust them

Being Connor's successor and the android that almost caused the downfall of the revolution, Sixty is battling his past

An awkward silence had settled upon the two; worried, (Y/N) glanced at Sixty though his blank expression didn’t aid them in understanding what was going on.

“Is everything alright, Sixty?” Their voice were calm and quiet, loud enough only for him to hear; his brown eyes stared back at theirs. A puff of air escaped past his lips.

“It’s none of your concern.” He cut them off, bitterness was evident in his voice.

So, he will fall for someone, who accepts him for who he is and helps him in forgiving himself

His path to deviancy will be turbulent, filled with an explosion of repressed emotions Sixty is forced to deal with

But by being by his side, (Y/N) cloud build a bridge to his heart

The moment he realizes he is head over heels for (Y/N) is when he lets his guard down

When the playful facade crumbles down and what is left is a person, fighting to be accepted and forgiven

Nines

Out of all of the boys, it will take Nines the most time to catch feelings

Being the most advanced android in the world, Nines is less prone to deviancy

Not only it takes him more time to feel emotions but to also acknowledge and accept them

So, romance with Nines is close to nonexistent until deviancy

Though there still would sign in his behavior that indicate a crack in his system

With all of his advances, I feel Nines would want to use his assets for good

And working at DPD gives him such an opportunity

Upon meeting (Y/N) he wouldn't sense anything right away

Though as they work together and get accustomed to each other, Nines will slowly change

His curiosity will grow, resulting in asking (Y/N) questions outside their field of work

Yet what draws Nines in is their tolerance

They never pressure him to open up or to talk when he doesn't want to

It just occurs naturaly

“Detective, may I ask you something?” Nines’ icy blue irises bore into theirs.

“Of course, go ahead.” (Y/N) took a sip of their drink.

“Why did you join the force?” A smear of genuine curiosity was evident behind his enigmatic gaze.

“Well,” A smile curled the corners of their lips as the memories flooded in. “I guess you could say I just want to help people.” Their gaze met his. “What about you?”

He stayed silent for a few moments; bright yellow circled across his light-emitting diode.

“I suppose we have common motives.” He danced around the question, yet they didn’t question him any further.

I feel like a life-or-death situation may bring his feelings to the surface

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[shaybreezy-17]

Zoro’s First Time

(Zoro x F!Reader)

TW: Explicit content (smut), suggestive behavior, inappropriate language, potential substance use.

Reader discretion advised.

For ages: 18+

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You sat outside on the deck, a bottle in your hand. You weren’t even close to drunk, just properly buzzed, hoping to grow tired soon.

It was deep into the night, maybe 1 A.M., if you could guess. Everyone had just gone to bed, but not you.

You were fairly new to the Straw Hats and you guys just got back from a particularly intense adventure. You were glad to be part of the crew, but you couldn’t shake all of the pain and bloodshed you and everyone around you endured throughout your recent battle.

A shiver rolled down your spine as you pictured your Captain, Luffy, unconscious. He was utterly exhausted, despite the fight being a couple days ago now. It was now day 3, and he was still out like a light.

You bit back tears, trying not to think about the beatings you took yourself. Your body was in pain, but you felt you had no place to complain as you didn’t have it nearly as bad as most of the others.

Placing your thoughts on the back burner, you got up from the floor of the deck. After grabbing another beer from the kitchen, you decided to pay Zoro a visit in the crows nest where he liked to keep watch.

You figured it wouldn’t hurt, since neither of you could sleep anyway. That, and, the fact that you secretly found Zoro attractive.

When you got to the door, you stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath. You hoped he wouldn’t be annoyed by you stopping by, but you kept your expectations 6 feet under, because you never know with the grumpy Swordsman.

You slowly opened the door. Zoro, who was facing away from you, whipped his head around, hand reaching for the swords attached to his hip.

“Oh, it’s just you.” He said, voice monotone. His body eased up and the grip around his swords loosened. “Did you need something, Y/N?”

“No, I just wanted to check up on you.” You smiled. “Brought you a beer.”

“Uh, thank you.” He replied, reluctantly taking the beer from your hand. “But I’m doing fine.”

“I also can’t sleep, so I was kinda hoping for some company.” You walked over, sitting next to him.

He awkwardly shifted away from you, just a tad. Ouch.

“Do you have an issue with me, Zoro?” Your voice deepened. The Swordsman was definitely taking longer to warm up to you compared to everyone else in the crew and you wanted to know if it was just how he was or if he genuinely didn’t like you.

He glanced over at you, expression hardening. “I never said I did. But you came in here to check on me like I’d need saving from someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” Your eyebrow raised so far up into your forehead, it was sure to have left a wrinkle. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You wouldn’t be able to do much with your size and strength. If anything, I’d be the one saving you.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“First of all, I’m nowhere near weak and petite, you just have enough strength to make any girl feel small around you…” You paused, expression softening. “Look, Zoro, I know I’m only a few weeks into the crew and you probably see me as a worthless addition, but I’m gonna prove myself, kay? Just take a chance on me.”

His eyes failed to meet mine. He looked down at his swords, fiddling with the handles. “If there’s a reason Luffy wants you here, I have no objections.”

“That’s it?” you blurted out, almost way too fast.

“I saw you fighting out there.” He smirked. “You’re feisty, I’ll give you that.”

Your cheeks felt hot. “Oh, thanks. I was pretty terrified. I’m sure you could see that too.”

“At least you’re not dead.” He replied, expressionless once again.

“I saw you too, Zoro. I’d say you’ve really mastered the art of Swordsmanship.” You said, offering a warm smile.

“No, not yet. Not until I become the worlds greatest.” He sunk into his seat, running his hand through his green hair.

You took this opportunity to scoot a bit closer to him. “That’s been your main focus for so long now you probably don’t get to enjoy things most people your age do.” You whispered.

To your surprise, he didn’t scoot away. “Well, I drink like everyone else. There’s not much else to it.”

“That’s true but, have you ever been in love?” You bit your lip in anticipation, hoping you hadn’t gone too far.

“Me? Never.” His gaze sharpened. “Love would distract me from being the greatest swordsman in the world.”

“Okay, I can see your point. What about more physical types of activities?”

“Like sports?”

“Mm, no. Like physical activities involving two people…” You wondered if his cluelessness would prevail.

“Like a battle?” He raised his eyebrow in confusion. “I battle all the time, I thought you knew this by now?”

“Oh gosh.” You sighed, facepalming. “Sex, Zoro. I mean sex.”

His eyes widened, face turning slightly red. “Why would you assume I haven’t?”

“What? No, no.” You threw your hands up in the air feigning innocence. “I don’t think you’re a virgin or anything but I’m sure it’s been a while…”

“I’ve never done it before. I’ve been training ever since I was little so I’ve never had time for that.” He admitted.

Your eyes fell to the floor. “Oh.”

“Is that a problem for you?” He asked, seemingly offended.

“No, not at all. I just wonder how much better your workouts would benefit you if you were sexually active.” You shifted closer to him, resting your body against his side.

“What do you mean?” He asked, genuinely confused. The poor moss head was clueless.

“I mean there’s tons of benefits to having sex. For one, it relieves pain.” You ran your finger across his chest, tracing his scar. “It eases stress.” He watched you, intently. “The sleep afterward is heavenly…” Your finger dipped down to his tree trunk of a thigh. “I mean, the list goes on.”

“So, would this help me become a better swordsman?” He asked, bulge aching with an unfamiliar sensation.

“I mean, don’t take my word for it, I’m not a scientist or anything. It’s just word of mouth…” You tried to speak casually, but you had an ache between your legs too.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You propped yourself on his lap, facing him.

“Hey?! Y/N! What are you doing?” His cheeks were pink, but his expression showed surprise and anger.

“Eh hem” You cleared your throat. “Roronoa Zoro, may I please, have the honor of having sex with you?”

“Eh?!” His eyes grew so wide they were practically popping out of his skull. “Y/N, are you okay? What’s gotten into you?”

You rolled your eyes. “Zoro, I’ve been into you since I first met you but you’re too clueless to see that!” You threw your hands up in the air, still on his lap. “I don’t expect a relationship or anything, I know you’re too focused on being the best swordsman. But, who says we can’t be intimate from time to time?”

“I’m not someone you should be into.” He retorted, raising his eyebrow. “But, if you feel us being intimate will help me improve…” His eyes shot to the floor.

“I do. But, I also don’t want to push you!” You replied. “If you’d like to do this with me, I’d love to, but I’m fine with waiting until you’re ready if it’s not now.” You smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder.

His expression softened, you watched his eyes trail along your body. You’d never seen Zoro look at a woman for this long before…

His hands lightly rested on your hips. “Well my shirt is already off, Y/N…”

You blushed, pulling your top over your head, taking it off. You had no bra on so you felt extra exposed.

His eyes focused on your nipples. You grabbed his hands and guided them along your body until they reached your breasts.

Zoro’s expression was unreadable, but the hardness of his dick below you wasn’t.

“You can squeeze if you’d like.” You whispered.

He silently nodded, cupping your boobs, squeezing here and there. You leaned forward for him to suck on them, to which he complied.

As you leaned forward, Zoro slid your pants and panties down to your knees, while you were still straddling him. You gasped in surprise.

With your nipple still in his mouth, he fumbled eagerly with the waste-band in his pants and pulled his dick out, slapping it against your already soaking wet pussy.

“Wait Zoro!” You yelped, stifling a moan. “I wanna be your first for something else first, too!”

You got off of him and he watched you in silence, confused.

You fell to your knees and took his pants and boxers off completely. Sitting on your knees, propped between his legs, you bent forward taking his dick deeply into your mouth.

It was long and more importantly, thick.

Zoro couldn’t help it. He threw his head back, letting out a loud groan. You sucked just enough for him to edge and then you stopped once you felt his dick throb in your throat.

He propped his head up to look at you in confusion and annoyance. “What was that for? I was almost there…”

You giggled, taking your pants off all the way, clumsily and propping yourself back on to his lap. “You’re so cute when you’re whiny.”

“Hey! I’m not-”

And with that, you slid yourself on to his dick, not even letting him finish his sentence.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He groaned. You rode him even faster, feeling the vibration of your cheeks jiggle up and down as you bounced on his cock. “You’re gonna pay for this.”

His hands flew to your ass, gripping it helplessly. Drool was pooling at the sides of his mouth as he bit his lip, desperately trying not to whimper but he didn’t know how much more he could take.

Without thinking, he flipped you over so you were under him. He knew if you kept riding him, he would’ve came then and there so he had to take control of the situation.

He pinned your arms above your head as he pounded into you. You hoped the loud squeaking of the booth wouldn’t wake the whole crew up, but your moans might’ve already done it first.

He was showing no mercy. With every thrust, you felt your pussy tighten around him, with a burning sensation building up within your whole body. You let out a string of breathy moans that Zoro quickly covered with the one hand that wasn’t holding yours above your head.

You were in complete, total bliss. He was fucking you like a jackrabbit and you were surely going to be sore for the next week at least, but it hurt so good. He had found your g-spot for what felt like ages ago, so it was just a matter of how many times he could make you cum now. Your pussy was a sopping mess at this point, your body spasmed as you squirmed under him, but his grip on your arms was firm. You were probably on your 4th orgasm in a row, as tears ran down your face and the sweat on your forehead made your hair stick to it.

Letting go of your mouth and arms, he shifted his body forward so it was fully hovering over you. His pace slowed as his face was in the crook of your neck, breath hot and heavy.

You relaxed under him, half dick drunk. He kept a slow, consistent pace and you could tell he was finally close to being done. He peppered kisses along your neck, making your entire body shiver. As you wrapped your legs around him tightly, you searched for his lips. You tugged on his hair, causing a moan to escape his lips as he lifted his head up to look at you. You reached up to pull his face back down to yours, sharing a kiss. For someone who might’ve never kissed before, or done anything for that matter, he was making you feel amazing.

As you came down from another blissful orgasm, he followed closely behind, letting out a string of moans and groans before collapsing on top of you.

“I can’t believe it took you that long to cum for your first time!” you whined, out of breath.

“I came earlier too, what do you mean?” He asked, scratching his forehead, in confusion as he sat up.

“You came more than once?” You smirked, but then the realization hit. “INSIDE ME?!”

“Yeah? It felt so good, I couldn’t help it.” He rolled his eyes. “Besides, I did say you were gonna pay for riding me like that…”

“Zoro! What if I get pregnant? That’s how babies are made, ya know!” You yelled, examining the glistening folds between your legs.

He hovered his face down to meet your pussy. It looked as though he was examining it. “It’s all dripping out anyway. Should we take you to Chopper and see if he can make a pregnancy blocking medicine or something?”

“That’s so embarrassing, though!” You whined, cheeks turning a deeper shade of red at the thought of Chopper telling the rest of the Straw Hats that you and Zoro went to visit him because you were scared he put a literal baby in you. You could imagine the uproar in the ship and the look on their faces. Neither of you would hear the end of it! “They’ll all find out what we did…”

He laughed, picking your body up and placing you over him in a bridal style position. You both laid naked in each other’s arms, silence being the only thing between you two. “Yeah, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea having the rest of the crew know about this…” He finally let out.

You nodded in agreement. “I know… But, Zoro?”

“Yes?”

“I like you.” You bit your lip trying not to bounce of the damn walls with the anxiety welling up inside you. “If we can do this in secret, why can’t you be with me in secret?”

“I-I, Hmm” He paused, as if thinking about what to say next. “I guess I could. You definitely make me feel different than any other woman in my life has…”

He looked at you, with gleaming eyes. You’d never seen Zoro have so much expression in his face before, other than when he was angry. You cupped his face, and leaned in for another kiss, to which is surprisingly obliged.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N. And, I don’t say that lightly.” He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “What if I break your heart?”

“You might, but we’re on this ship to take risks, right?” You smiled. “And if you break my heart, I’ll break your swords and we’ll call it even!”

“Eh!?” His lips curled into a devious smile. He shifted his body and pushed you off of him in the process, back on to the booth. You were on all fours, looking back at him, confused.

“How about I break your back right now? You’re already in position for me…”

The two of you stayed up until sunrise, but nobody kept watch…

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[indouloureux]

basically you and Joseph are good friends since being cast together on s4. he comes over to your sleeping place one day, and asks you on advice on telling a girl he's known for a while that he likes her. little does oblivious reader know that the girl is us👹. basically you give him advice (choice), and he thanks you and walks out. in legit a minute he walks back into your house and does the thing you advised him to do.

I apologize for the crappy writing, I thought this scenario up at 3 am

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when he asked if he could come over and "hang out," you don't expect him to be standing like a lost, nervous child in front of you, with his hands on his sides and head ducked low, eyes on his gently tapping feet.

"what's up?" you say, cautiously, like one wrong word and he'd snap into something preternatural.

joseph's head lifts, wide and glossed with nervousness. he offers you what is a forced smile, laughing dryly before he sits on the couch beside you, patting his sweaty palms onto the denim of his jeans. so wet that they'd grown darker than their usual color.

"so, um, i need...advice," he begins, scratching the hair behind his ear. "it's um- relationship. related."

your heart drops to your feet, shattering on the carpeted floor because it didn't need the porcelain tiles to break it's structure. like a film reel does imaginations of joseph with someone else flip like a lugubrious flashback, but you manage to put a feigned surprised smile on your face.

"oh!" you raise your eyebrows. "tell me."

"i want to, um, ask this girl out," he laughs nervously, almost too forced like he's reliving a faux pas inside his head. "she's um, i think you know her."

"well, i hope i do," you match his de rigueur smile, top teeth poking out between your two pink lips to at least show him how genuinely happy you are. and you really are. really, really fucking happy. "because then it'll be easier to know if they'll treat my friend right."

friend friend friend

fucking friend.

"hah. well, um, she's really close with us," joseph's looking at your lap, hand stops scratching the spot behind his ear to gesticulate into the air. "she's, er, really nice. very kind. humor is out of this world. i really think she's the only person who can make me laugh hard other than my dad and, well, jamie."

you bite the scream that tries to escape, maybe you're even trying not to strangle him at the mention of some different girl making him laugh harder than you do. "what else?"

"she makes these, like, pastas that taste horrible but somehow i still love it because, well, she made it," he smiles, shoulder's relaxing into a slump. "we like to— she indulges in all my food tomfoolery. she listens like, like i'm the most important person in the world and...she's the only person who can truly understand me."

you wonder what his words could break if your heart's already broken down his feet. maybe its your lungs, the way the pain tightens the passage and hinders air coming through. or your stomach and the incessant pit that's forming down there. maybe your fingers as you clench them tightly to stop yourself from harming anything.

because after all this time, you thought you'd been that person he's talking about. turns out you were just delusional — your naive self grasping onto the hope that he might have felt the same, when in reality that hope's linked to a chain that leads into a void; where you wish you could fall into than fall for him endlessly despite the pain.

"that's, that's great, jo," you swallow the thorns around your throat, clearing it off. "w-what's the advice again?"

"i wanna ask her out."

"great!" you scratch your eye, joseph watching right on the corner of your vision. "um, well, obviously you have to buy her flowers. or something that she likes, like chocolate? maybe, if she wants that. then knock on her door and ask her out because asking someone over text is just really lazy."

joseph nods, taking a huge puff of breath, the slapping of his hands on his knees snapping you out of your miserable daze. "smart. great thinking. you're really smart, love."

before you say anything, he's pressing a quick, burning kiss on your temple, the aftermath of his fire still sizzling on your skin. he stands up as well, crossing over the carpeted floor in quick strides that by the time you had registered what he's done, he's already putting his coat on.

"wait, where are you going?"

"i'm gonna ask her out."

"today?" he nods. "i thought we were gonna hang out?"

"i'm sorry but i just, really need to do this," he gives you a sad smile. you stand up from the couch, joseph spraying alcohol on his hands before he twists the doorknob. "i'll see you tomorrow, though!"

the word stutters in your mouth, useless when he disappears behind your door. the loud slam is what opens the faucet, unknown to you that there's tears already dripping down your cheeks.

you drown in the sink of self-pity, bottom lip wobbling and sniffling the snot that drips down your nose as you sob, heart broken by someone who wasn't even your boyfriend.

feet dragging across the floor, they lead you to the kitchen where you take out a pint of ice cream — pistachio, the only one you have, which is very ironic. your hands reach for the wooden handle of the kitchen drawer, taking out a spoon for you to take the sorbet into the silver cutlery and eat the dejected ice cream.

but then the door knocks, and you accidentally choke on a sob as you take your ice cream with you, mind believing that it's impossible that it's him because his urgency to leave was quite obvious he was never coming back until tomorrow.

you twist the doorknob, opening it to see him with a box of chocolates tucked between his elbow, a smile so bright like he'd just won the grandest prize of them all.

"hi, will you— are you crying?" his smile falls, lips turned into an upside down crescent of worry, hands gently placing the box on the table to place them on your shoulders. "what's wrong? is that pistachio?"

you don't answer him, feeling the heavy rock around your throat come back and push your tears through again. you let yourself cry in front of him, pint tucked to your chest that the ice melts onto your shirt along with the tears that race down to your neck.

joseph comes in, closing the door behind him as he hugs you like he doesn't expect you to cry, pushing your head to his chest and it's like he wants you to hear his steady heartbeat, each thump a soft whisper asking you to calm down. he's gently shushing, hands running through your hair like he'd always do when you're sad, or when you're asleep in his arms (as a friend.)

"it's — is it because of the date?" joseph murmurs, pushing your arms away so he'd take a better look at you. he tilts his head down to see you better, eyelashes fluttering at his rapid blinks. he's unconvinced when you shake your head. "oh love—"

"did you leave anything behind?" you place the ice cream on the side, leaving the spoon stuck in the thick dessert. tugging on your cheeks to wipe your tears away, he takes your wrists to stop you, holding it down to the space between.

"is it about the date?"

his repetition makes you finally nod your head.

"aw. babe, i— i was going to ask you out."

you blink the tears away from your lashes. "what?"

"i was going to do what you said," he takes the box into his hands. "i was going to come here, with something that you liked and ask you out. it's — it's the only way that i could think of that sounded cute."

the film reel rewinds the way your heart that's left on the carpet has risen to mend itself. but instead of jumping into his arms with dire contact, you punch his shoulder, mad at him for an irrational reason of him giving you a temporary, fake heartbreak.

"you're such a jackass. a dickhead!" he laughs, in pain, rubbing the spot on his shoulder. "you made me cry and thought it was the end of the world."

"i'm sorry," his thumbs wipe the tear stains off your cheeks. "i'm sorry, darling. never again."

joseph pulls you into his chest, head deep into his tactile touch, smiling when he kisses the top of your head. "god. i was about to strangle you when you said someone else made you laugh harder than i do."

"‘m sorry," he chuckles. "now, will you eat these chocolates and go out with me?"

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[scarletttries]

Love Language (Steven Grant Request)

Pairing: Steven Grant (Moon Knight) x Reader

Rating: Explicit (Gender neutral pronouns throughout, but AFAB reader for smut purposes. As per this request the reader touches themselves in bed while Steven is asleep, so reader discretion advised on that topic)

Word Count: 3.4k

Request: "Huge fan of SG Wet Dreams but I also bring you: Steven being nervous about physicality and reader not wanting to push him but it's just a bit much laying next to him at night horny and how would he handle waking up to a reader pleasuring themselves 😶"

Author's Note: Bringing back my sweet boy Steven Grant for this exceptional request :) Thank you to everyone sending me these headcanons, I hope the months I take to reply are worth it 😄💞

Love Language (Steven Grant)

"It's only been a month, give him all the time he needs and he'll make a move eventually. I mean look at you, of course he will! But when he's ready and not before" You spoke firmly to your dressed up reflection in the mirrored wall, as the lift climbed to Steven's floor. Dating the gift shop employee had been the dreamiest month you could have imagined, his undivided attention and warmth filling your heart every time his eyes met yours. You could tell how much effort it had taken him just to ask you out in the first place, nervously wringing his hands as he stumbled his way through directions to a cafe he liked nearby, so the last thing you wanted to do was pressure the seemingly inexperienced sweetheart. After four dates, and a painfully slow walk back to your place, you had finally stared at his lips so unavoidably that he'd worked up the nerve to kiss you goodnight, giggling enthusiastically with every kiss you shared since. You were content to take things slow with Steven, respecting his boundaries and confident you were both in this for the long haul. However it's safe to say that while your brain had accepted that, your body didn't seem to get the message. With every sweet word, every gentle brush of his trembling fingers over your skin, every nuzzle of his nose against yours as he beamed after each kiss, you ached for him more and more. And the thought of spending the whole evening with your thighs pressed against each other on his little sofa sent electricity through your veins that was hard to ignore.

You took a deep breath before you knocked for his flat, reminding yourself again to let Steven set the pace, his comfort far more important than your stirring desires. The door sprung open the second your knuckles made contact with the wood, your sweet date hovering by the door from the moment you'd let him know you were leaving work.

"(Y/n)!" He cried excitedly, like he did every time he saw you, no matter how dates you'd been on together. His warm gaze fixed on your face, trying to notice every detail of it, even more entranced by your beauty that he'd been the first time he saw you across the museum. He stilled in the doorway, letting the butterflies inside him soar, already day-dreaming of a future where he was the man you came home to day after day.

"Hi Steven." You greeted gently, shuffling the bags in your arms a bit to snap him out of his trance.

"God sorry, I'm blocking the doorway like a numpty while you've got all those bags. Come in, let me take one of those." He scrambled out the way, shaking his head, and helping you set down the bags in your arms.

"Thank Steven, as much as I love taking the time to stare at you, they were a bit heavy." You joked, earning a almost manic laugh from him as he shook his head again, blood flushing his cheeks with colour,

"YOU staring at ME, yeah right, good one." He peered into the canvas bag as he settled it onto his kitchen counter, "What is all this love?"

"Well it's miserable outside, so I thought rather than go out I would cook for us?" You watched a sweet smile spread across Steven's face at your thoughtfulness, genuinely surprised by the seemingly endless kindness you held for him. As he watched you pull out ingredients and navigate his little kitchen his face faltered for a second,

"Oh god, i'm so sorry love, I don't know if I've told you but I'm vegan..." You laughed at his panicked expression, like he hadn't mentioned it at every dinner date for the last month, before smiling reassuringly,

"So is my ramen." Adding with a wink, "Maybe I should introduce the two of you." At that he let out another loud laugh, moving around the counter to situate himself right in front of you, timidly wrapping his arms around your neck, the soft wool of his jumper enveloping your shoulders as his lips found yours. His kiss landed softly, full of warmth, a smile fighting against his cheeks as you leant forward to let your chest settle against his.

"You really are perfect." He breathed-out absent-mindedly, more thinking aloud in the warming glow of your embrace than actively seeking to compliment you.

"I' don't know about perfect, but i'd settle for perfect for you." You replied sweetly, drinking in the loving light in Steven's eyes as he happily nodded at your comment, trying not to think about the warmth building in your lower belly as he hugged you closer. Steven stood in silence for a beat, just letting himself enjoy this moment, the kind of easy Friday night he had longed for his whole life now a regular fixture in his present and future. That seemed to trigger a follow-up thought for him because he jumped away from your touch, suddenly dashing around his flat like a man possessed.

"Are you okay, love?" You offered softly, less than concerned as you caught the beaming smile on his face as he rummaged through a satchel before turning around proudly thrusting his offering towards you.

"Yeah, sorry, I wanted to give you this before I forgot! You said you had a whiteboard at work you could decorate now, so I wanted to give you something from me to put on it! If you want to, obviously you don't have to, but I just thought..." He continued his nervous ramblings as you looked over his gift: a postcard from the museum with a collage of pictures from the ancient Egypt exhibit across the front. Turning it over delicately, already treasuring the simple gift, you could see Steven had carefully hand-written a note for you, in hieroglyphs.

"I love it Steven, of course I want to put it up. What does it say?" You beamed, watching his stare fall to his feet, hands wringing nervously like they had the first day you met.

"Well, uh, that's a secret love. One day I'll lend you my dictionary and you can find out. But I promise it's nice." He looked up proudly at the final word, a devotion in his transfixed gaze that made your heart flutter and thighs clench.

***

3:07. The glaring red light of the clock seemed to stare back at you as you struggled to return to the realm of sleep. It had been another perfect evening of respectful romance between you and Steven, ending in him spooning you in bed as you both settled into a cosy rest. But it seemed like today your body wanted more than you were willing to ask for of Steven, waking you with an almost uncomfortably warm feeling in your lower stomach. You stared at the ceiling, not daring to look at the man peacefully resting beside you, his arm still draped over your bare stomach, only adding to your sensitivity. Carefully sliding out from his grasp, you stepped out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen hoping a little space would calm your pounding heart.

It was there you saw the postcard, and decided on something you knew would calm you down: there was nothing less sexy than homework, right? Creeping across the wooden floors, you scanned each book with the torch on your phone until you found the dictionary you were looking for: hieroglyphs. Settling onto the floor you began flicking through, isolating symbols and making a note of each one you translated in your phone. You could feel your eyelids get heavier as you worked, relieved that this intense concentration seemed to be keeping your mind from wandering back to the warm, muscular figure asleep a few feet away. Between the dictionary and trawling through some online forums you could bet Steven was a moderator on, it didn't take you long to find the same string of symbols on a blog covering famous Egyptian love stories from centuries past. There you found the story of a poor egyptian peasant who won the love of a pharaoh's daughter and inscribed in stone for all eternity: "My heart belongs to you, I simply borrow every beat."

If you hadn't already been sat on the floor, you might have genuinely swooned. You allowed yourself a glance at Steven's peaceful form, moved by the way he saw himself next to you, his choice of story just as telling as the sweet words he wanted you to see from him day after day whenever you were apart. You moved as quietly as you could as you set the dictionary back in its place, smiling at the thought of Steven carefully writing this note with no translation, trying to keep the depths of his feelings hidden a little longer. With everything reset you eased yourself back into your place in bed, Steven's broad hand instinctively stretching across your stomach again.

It wasn't until your skin burned under his touch that you realised your little translation exercise had only deepened your aching need for him, his romantic gift making him somehow even more desirable. As you watched him breathe softly in his sleep, full lips slightly parted you couldn't help but picture how beautiful he'd look underneath as you rode him, his lips spilling moans instead of calm breaths. Your thighs rubbed together involuntarily as you stared at him, sighing in relief at the slight friction on your warming core. You knew at this point there was no way you were going to be able to sleep without calming yourself down, your heartbeat pulsing between your legs as your gaze drifted down his bare chest, picturing his awestruck face as you left a trail of kisses down it, teasing him before taking him deep in your throat. Your hand slipped into your shorts before you realised what you were doing, a jolt running up your spine the second it made contact with your throbbing clit. You had to fight not to jump at the contact, already so aroused as you dipped your middle finger slowly into your wet folds. You held your lower lip softly between your teeth as you moved, desperate not to make enough noise to wake Steven, pushing the shame out of your mind as you brought your now slick fingers to circle your clit delicately. Gaze fixed to Steven's stout fingers resting across your bare skin, just inches from where you really them, you thought about how good they'd feel pressing into you, stretching you out and getting you wet before he brought his hard manhood to slide into your centre. As your fingers brushed your sensitive bud in quick circles, you fantasised about the view of Steven on top of you, running his length teasingly between your aching folds, smiling gleefully as you told how much needed his cock, his mouth, his fingers, any of him, begging him to fill you up.

As your eyelids fluttered shut, imagination full of the handsome man beside you, you missed his eyes cracking open slightly, before shooting wide as he watched you.

Steven could feel the slight tremble of your thighs against the bed, initially worried you were having a nightmare, but now wondering if he was in a dream of his own. He held his breath as he watched your fingers work, not wanting to disrupt, his angle letting him see down your shorts to the glistening mess you had worked yourself up into. He thought about shutting his eyes again, feeling like a pervert for wanting nothing more than to let his hand join yours, giving you what he hoped would be a very pleasant surprise. Steven had found himself in a similar position at the end of a lot of your dates, failing to take your physical relationship a step further despite building himself up to it night after night. So usually it was him laying in this bed, fisting himself to the thought of what could have happened if he had just been able to touch you.

"Steven." You moaned absent-mindedly, your mind so clouded by thoughts of him you hadn't noticed your mouth fall open. But Steven had, the noise snapping him back into the moment as he watched your tongue trace across your slightly bitten lip, your chest rising and falling as your pace quickened. He thought about all the moments and opportunities he'd missed to give you bring you to this point of ecstasy himself, and took a deep breath, deciding if he couldn't say something now, the moment might never come.

"Do you want some help with that love?" His voice cut through the quiet dark of the room, and you snapped your eyes open, quickly withdrawing your hand, cursing the involuntary whimper you let out as the loss of contact as you spoke,

"Steven, I'm so sorry! I just couldn't sleep, and I couldn't stop thinking about you. Oh god that probably makes it worse!" The words came out with a tremble as you clasped your hands over your eyes, too mortified to meet his good-natured gaze. You only gave yourself permission to look again when you felt his hand snaking up your inner thigh, tracing small circles into the soft flesh.

"You don't have to be sorry sweetheart, I'm bloody flattered actually! And, I've done the same thing after you've left before, I guess I just didn't think someone as stunning as you would really feel that way about silly old me." Your breath seemed stuck in your chest as you stared deeply into his excited gaze, feeling your legs twitch as his fingers crept higher and higher. You could see him gulp as he reached the edge of your underwear, steadying himself before he spoke,

"I could help if you want, give you a hand...so to speak." His brow furrowed as if unsatisfied with his unpracticed attempts at flirting, "I'd like to touch you, if that's something you want, otherwise I can.."

"I want you to touch me Steven." You breathed out before he could pull his hand away, eyes wide and tone pleading, in a moment that felt like heaven on earth to your excited boyfriend. He grinned and nodded as he slipped his hand into your underwear, moving painfully slowly as if you might change your mind at any second. As his thumb brushed over your wet folds a high pitched sigh left your lips, relief at being touched against coursing through your veins. Steven could feel your stomach tense at his touch, your hips bucking slightly against his hand as he found your clit, brushing over it in soft strokes as his confidence grew. Resting his thumb over your pulsing bud, he slowly slipped one finger inside you, fighting to keep his eyes open so he could watch your wanting reaction as he fought back his own growing excitement, having dreamt of this moment since the first time you'd spent the night. He gave you a few leisurely thrusts and withdraws of his finger, before adding a second one, the feeling of fullness tightening the pressure that had been building inside you all night. His hand worked your entrance as he watched your every reaction to his movements, the combination of his steady rhythm and your growing wetness making every touch feel like silky perfection. Your chest rose and fell at his whim, your nipples hard through the thin fabric of your t-shirt, calling to Steven as he could feel his own hips bucking against your trembling thighs, which occasionally clenched around his hand as your excitement built. He could feel himself straining against the fabric of his pyjamas, his aching, hard, length starting to leak his own excitement as it searched for contact.

As your climax drew closer your fingers threaded through his hair, pulling his lips to yours, barely stifling the latest moan his smooth touch drew from your lips. Eager to feel more of your body, Steven swung his leg over you, moving on top and groaning in your mouth as he felt his throbbing erection rub between your thighs. His fingers kept their steady pace, curling inside you and rubbing your almost overstimulated button, as his tongue hungrily explored your mouth. As you felt the pressure of his dick grinding just below his hand you cried out his name, arching your back to meet him as you felt yourself start to come undone,

"Steven! Fuck, you feel so good." You could feel him moan against your neck as his lips descended lower, his hips trembling at the almost sinful way you cried his name.

"I love the way you say my name love, you sound so good like this."

"You're so good Steven, so gorgeous, so good to me" You continued to praise as his face found your chest, nudging your t-shirt higher with his nose until more of you was exposed for him. He kissed sloppily over your chest, nipping and sucking at the soft skin before letting his tongue trace over your nipple, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers, the volume of your praising words climbing and climbing until they erupted into a single call of his name. You could feel yourself gush around his fingers as your thighs twitched, the teasing lick of his tongue sending you over your long anticipated edge, your whole body writhing under his as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Your head fell back as the pressure inside you finally started to dissipate, overwhelmed by the satisfied feeling of finally having had the man you love pleasure you, and how hard you came at his touch. In the haze of your bliss you could feel his fingers still working you through your orgasm until, with a harsh thrust of his hips and deep groan against your chest, he finally stilled between your legs.

With a soft grip of his hair you brought his lips back to yours for an eager kiss, before sighing out contently, "That was amazing Steven, thank you." He beamed with pride at your words, hoping that meant you'd call on his services again soon, knowing he'd be confident enough to touch any way he wanted on your next date. Planting another soft kiss on his face, you played gently with the hair at the nape of his neck as you gave your hips a soft circle against his,

"If you want I could, return the favour." You spoke softly, taking his bottom lips gently between your teeth only to be met with a laugh that burst through his lips on its own,

"Sorry (Y/n), It's just, uh, a bit too late for that." Your brow furrowed until you realised the slick spread across your shorts wasn't only your own. Even in the darkness Steven's face glowed red at his excitable reaction, watching the dawning realisation spread across face in a slight smile,

"Next time then. Whenever we next wake up." You replied with a quick peck, guiding Steven to lie next to you so you could curl up on his chest, relieved to be less conscious of touching him, and stifling a laugh at the way he nodded happily and glanced back the the red glow of the clock, willing morning to come sooner.

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[lolathestoryteller]

First date jitters (April 3rd; Celebrate) @jilymicrofics

third day third drabble :) I might be a bit too excited LoL, anyways, read below!

„I think this is a cause for Celebration!“ Sirius smirks, elbowing his best mate in the side.

James rolls his eyes, swatting Sirius‘ arm away. „Come off it, Pads.“ he groans, though he can’t hide the blush that still reddens his cheeks.

„Huh? Oh, sure, no big deal…you‘ve just been dreaming of this day for-bloody-ever.“ Sirius replies, beyond amused by his best friend‘s sudden fluster. „Don’t think I didn’t see all those hearts you drew around Evans‘ name in your notes, Prongs.“

„He’s right, you are a bit of a simp when it comes to Lily.“ Remus, who’s been quietly observing his friends, agrees. „But, I’m really happy for you, James. You’ll have a great time, don’t worry.“

James runs a nervous hand through his hair, sitting down on the sofa next to Remus. „I don’t want to mess this up,“ he admits quietly. „I‘ve wanted to go on a date with her since third year, y‘know? And now she — Lily Evans — actually asked me out! I really don’t want to mess it up.“

Sirius comes to sit down as well, giving James‘ back a compassionate clasp. „You won’t mate,“ he says genuinely. „She likes you, even I gotta admit it.“

Remus smiles briefly at Sirius, before nodding. „You should take her out to Hogsmeade on the next visit. Lily loves the three broomsticks‘ butterbeer, you know, says it’s her favourite.“ he advises.

„Not a good spot to hook up though,“ Sirius ponders. „Considering there‘d be all the other students — oh, and probably some Professors, although…you could always take you invisibility cloak—“

„Alright!“ James interrupts quickly, his cheeks turning scarlet. „Thanks Padfoot…“ he says sarcastically.

Sirius smiles, very obviously pleased with himself. „My pleasure.“

„Anyways…“ Remus concludes with a sigh, standing up to grab their forgotten glasses of pumpkin juice, and handing them to his friends. „I think Sirius‘ right about one thing — we should celebrate.“ he raises his own glass, smiling brightly. „To James’ and Lily’s first date!“

„After three years of brutal rejections, she finally asked him out!“ Sirius adds teasingly.

James raises his glass as well, a warm feeling bubbling in his chest. „What can I say,“ he shrugs, grinning from ear to ear. „She’s worth the wait.“

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[itgomyway]

I've been into Non-Dualism for a while now, though not extensively. Previously, I was deeply involved in the Law of Assumption community. Then, I stumbled upon ND. It felt like a breath of fresh air, so liberating. I've consumed all sorts of ND content, from every nook and cranny of the internet. It's been a bit of a rollercoaster, this journey of slowly "detaching from ego".

Recently, something happened that sent me on a over-consumption, while trying to convince myself that "hey, it's okay". Honestly, I'm tired of reading without a clear sense of what steps to take. I've tried all sorts of techniques to loosen the grip of ego, but my mind keeps circling back to these issues, almost like they're haunting me. I get it, it's ego at play, but the anxiety attacks still hit hard.

I hope I'm not coming across as too demanding, I'm just genuinely seeking guidance in the best way possible. What more can I do?

There's so much conflicting advice out there. Some say understanding isn't crucial, it's just the ego making a fuss. Others suggest a slow process of self-inquiry, questioning what the ego is asserting and coming back to our core. It's left me feeling a bit bewildered and frankly, drained. I'm at a loss, just wanting a reset that brings some peace.

I get that Non-Dualism is supposed to be about simplicity and shouldn't bring about these feelings. But right now, I feel like I've got a full plate. My mom's financial situation hasn't been great, and I'm really anxious about her having to bear too much of a burden. Letting go of the desire to change my current circumstances is terrifying. What if letting go only means things stay the same or get worse? The pressure to make a change feels like it's closing in.

When people say "let it be" or advise to step back from actively trying to fix things, I'm left scratching my head. How do you navigate challenges by just letting them be? I feel defeated and just want to feel free. I'm scared about what the end of the week, or worse, the end of the month, might look like if I'm still stuck in this uncertainty. I've got a decent grasp of these concepts on an intellectual level, but when the day passes and I whisper "I AM" to myself, I struggle to truly feel it. It's like I'm held back by the limitations of this physical form.

I'm on the edge of giving up on chasing after achievements. Ego sometimes feels like this looming, scary presence. What I really want is to shed all of this weight, be kinder to myself, and find a path that leads to genuine freedom. What's the next step? What should I do? I want to stop trying, or figuring out.

Thanks a ton for taking the time to read this through. I've been following your blog and I really appreciate the kindness you bring to your community. Wishing you a great day ahead.

love im afraid in all of that reading, you missed the entire point. the point of non dualism is to free you from the human condition. you dont use non dualism to navigate the human condition it doesnt exist in the first place.

remember everything is you. you are consciousness. everything else is fake and its only the ego that deems it as real.

ignore it. its not real. who cares?

that’s how i live “life”. i dont confirm nor deny anything real or fake whenever circumstances arise cuz its ALL FAKE. the only existing thing is me. even when i think about “me” its not even “me” doing it. its the ego. the ego answers the question of who you are while you as CONSCIOUSNESS know what you are. the ego cant really grasp this so i don’t see a reason in trying to make it

i picture it as inner child = ego “grown up” = consciousness. the inner child is scared and confused. just wants to be safe and do any and everything to be safe, even if they think they know what theyre doing or that theyre in control. its not. its fake. be the adult in the situation and take control. understanding the ego is probably throwing a temper tantrum so let it cry itself to sleep. everything they thought that was soooo important they’ll forget when they wake up. so its not real anyway. you can relax you got this <3

#consciousness #nonduality #nondualism #awareness

[popcornforone]

Advising

Chapter 3 of Methodical:- The Tim Rockford Fan Fic Serise

Master list

Chapter 2

Sorry it’s been a long time coming. Other fics got in the way but I’m back on my Tim love (not that it ever disappeared). It’s worth heading back to see where we were but let’s catch up in our sexy detectives life shall we.

Synopsis:- You have been avoiding Tim for the last 2 weeks but you now have to go & drop evidence off to him.

Word Count:-2300

Warnings:- last chapter without smut, swearing, being Angry & controlling, angst, talk about one night stands & use of hand cuffs, smut implied. for me this is relatively soft. Next chapter it won’t be.

Thanks for the read peoples, all feed back is welcome. I hope you all enjoy.

You’ve not been looking forward to this moment & you’re pretty sure he’s been actively avoiding you too. There’s butterflies in your stomach, not the type that he usually gives you. Is it because of what happened? Is it that you want more? Your head for the last 2 weeks has been all over the place. You’re equally as guilty for not following up but today you have to see him. You have evidence & you need to speak to Tim, no matter how painful this will be.

You knock twice on the door to his office while taking a big breath. Your hand shakes & your heart thumps. This will either be really professional or you will leave this room crying.

“Come in” his tone is standard & you slowly open the door to see Tim looking at his evidence board. He’d have said come in to anyone, no matter who knocked, he’s lost in his work like he usually is. God that hand looks so large around the back of his neck as he contemplates. His little thinking tick he has when he’s in the zone. You gulp once the door is shut is a little too loud. You see his shoulders raise, he knows that sound, he’d recognise that & the smell of your perfume anywhere. He sighs. He slowly turns to face you.

He looks like he has a million things to say as those big brown eyes look you up & down. His eyes are full of sorrow & regret. You are either going to burst with anger or run out crying. You take 3 steps over & wave the file at him & put it down on the desk.

“That…ermmm… ahhh… evidence… deee dete detective” you slowly put the file on the table & nod trying not to make full eye contact & turn back to leave. But that large firm hand of his lands on top of yours. You shudder for a few seconds. You look up deeply in love with those big brown eyes.

“We need to talk” he says…

*16 days earlier*

“& then” Tim jokes as the waiter brings the menus over for desert as you both laugh at the Italian restaurant you’ve gone to for your date. He’s been caressing your hand all night. You’ve been twisting your hair & all you’ve both done is flirt. This isn’t detective Rockford sitting in front of you. This is a man who you’d like to be your boyfriend who is having the best dinner date you’ve had in years. “Then he walked into a bin, face planted the bush & hit the deck & I got it all on camera” he finishes telling the story about his holiday with his mates years ago. You’ve really got to know each other tonight. He’s genuine & sweet & you don’t often put out on the first date but the way you’ve been looking at each other & the hand caressing & the way your leg has been feeling his up & down under the table, you are wondering if the hotel 2 streets away has a spare room on this Saturday night. Everything is going so well.

The waiter comes back over.

“I’ll have the banoffee pie please” you say. Tim smiles at that.

“& I’ll have the…” he goes to say it but then he catches something out of the corner of his eye. He might have had half a bottle of red & a beer while out but in an instant the kind soft funny flirty Tim you’ve been chatting too is back to being detective Rockford. “That’s Danson!” He says & stands up.

“Tim?” You’re very concerned how he’s just switched back on to being a detective & haven’t even seen the person he’s talking about.

“Cuffs” & his hand does a come hither sign.

“What”

“Give me your hand cuffs”

“I don’t have them”

“What!” He sounds so disappointed in you. “Why don’t you have them on you all the time”

“Because this was a date, not work & where am I meant to carry them” your dress isn’t too revealing but you have nowhere to put them.

“I dunno in your bag, in your bra” he’s saying this matter of fact & you raise an eyebrows. He then asks the waiter if they have any restraints & because it’s just a kid they have no idea. He then looks at you. “I’m gonna trail Danson, call the station tell them where we are & that Danson is a few streets away”

“But Tim”

“DO IT” he says firmly & get up & walks outside. Leaving you alone in a restaurant feeling awkward. He’s stormed out in you. Your eyes sting & well up. You call the station & say to the waiter Tim will be back in a bit. Tim doesn’t come back. You have to pay the whole bill. & when you leave feeling distraught & go to call him it goes straight to voicemail. It does that on Sunday & Monday too. No apology text, no missed call, nothing. You initially try to find him when you’re back at work but after another 2 days you then start actively avoiding him.

*back in the now in Tims office*

Tim is pacing as he’s trying to explain why he did what he did from that evening but you’re not listening you’re just replaying that evening through your mind again & again. Hearing him echo the words DO IT forcefully each time. Tim eventually stops pacing & hold both your hands.

“Say something” he asks & you shake your head. “What else do I need to say” he states.

“Sorry” you mumble, it’s quiet but he hears it. He then takes one of his large hands & lifts your chin up.

“I didn’t hear you”

“I said say sorry” you say in a firm tone that resonates to him. You’re now lost in his eyes as your own well up.

“What? I don’t need to say…”

“Yes you bloody do Tim” you interrupt him & it’s your turn to pace about & give him a Lecture. “It’s not about that I had to pay the bill, or that we’ve both avoided each other to not have this chat. It’s the fact you talked to me like I was nothing”

“What”

“DO IT” you snap back. “Those two word have spun around my head for the last 2 weeks. How the kind wonderful man I was on a date with who made me feel seen as a person, the second he saw something work related just snapped back into being at work. Yes Danson was finally caught. But a message to say sorry let’s try that another day would have been nice.”

“But I got him”

“You’re not seeing the point Tim” your hand firmly hits the desk as you say this. “I know you find it hard to switch off from work, you told me on those coffee dates we had which you said weren’t really dates. But then for that to happen on our actual date…” you shake your head & turn to face his evidence wall. You don’t want to show weakness with your eyes filling up.

“I can’t help it I’m married to my work, I love it you know that, you admire it… you…”

“Then if you’re married to the job, then you don’t need an other half” you snap back & face him. The first tear drips down your face & you look at the evidence wall. “My advice to you Tim is to not lead people on in future, because clearly your work comes first.”

Tim is silent for a few seconds as are you as you look at the evidence wall, not really seeing it clearly as you cry. Slowly you hear his feet shuffle & he stands to the side of you. He slowly moves a piece of your hair & softly whispers into your ear.

“I’m sorry, I’m a fool” you gasp. The gasp he likes. The warmth of his breath freeing your broken soul. You slowly link your hand in his.

“I didn’t hear you” you repeat his earlier words & turn to face him. He takes a big breath & rubs across the top of your knuckles.

“I’m sorry, I’m a fool, forgive me, I always fuck things up” his eyes are genuine. This isn’t a game like most men play. He can see he’s upset you & he looks soft. “Please forgive me” he’s pleading. You look at his face. Those plump lips would do anything for you.

“Well as you asked so nicely” you cough & sniff & he goes into his white shirts pocket & dabs your face with a tissue.

“I also can’t have those beautiful eyes getting all red & puffy on me either.” You giggle.

“You think I have beautiful eyes”

“Yes windows to the soul, that’s why I avoided you, I didn’t want to crush your soul anymore”

“You’re either the king of pick up lines Tim or you’re secretly a romantic stuck in a workaholics body.” You giggle & test your hand on his shoulder. & then comes the smoulder & the pout. The one that always makes you weak. The one that makes you cry out for more. & the short little deep murmured reply.

“Guilt… as… charged” his eyes are full on making contact with you. All is forgiven.

You aren’t sure who moved their head in first, & this wasn’t where you imagined your first kiss with Tim being. His lips capture yours. Time stops as your hand grips his shoulder, the white shirt & the holster feel so good under your hand. He’s got one hand on your hip, caressing it. You can tell from this he will be such a sensitive lover. He is kissing you with all his might, igniting both your souls, yours no longer broken. His other hand gently strokes your neck before it starts to caress the side of your face. His thumb & fingers holding you in place as you start to tremble. The butterfly’s of nerves you had earlier now excited inside you. You push up in your tip toes to feel more of your body press against his. He lets out a little moan & then continues. He knows what he’s doing. He might not have had a romantic parter in years, but he is your cassinova. He’d already seduced you & now he’s just confirming this is real for the both of you.

Slowly you open your eyes when the kiss is over & you pant. His eyes are still shut.

“Tim?”

“Shhh” that large thumb graces your lips. “My advice to you is to not ruin the moment”

“Yes sir” & you know this time you lean in. You orchestrate the next kiss. His hands fumble in your hair. His beard rubbing against you has you whimpering. You can feel more than his badge rubbing against you as your tongues dance. Neither of you asked. It’s like your bodies knew. It’s perfect, & you’re perfect for each other.

“Detective Rockford… I just” a shrieking high voice comes wondering in & you both break the kiss quickly & both turn around & shout in unison.

“Ever heard of knocking.” Before you both realise it’s Winslow.

“Bloody hell Winslow”

“Sorry, I saw nothing, I just came to see where you were as I knew you’d been building up confidence all morning to come drop this evidence off, but clearly you found the courage for more than that”

“That’s enough Winslow” Tim says in his firm voice at them.

“Say no more… I’ll just erm… well we need to be in the car in 15mins” & Winslow backs out the room apologetically. & you both snigger.

“See your voice is intimidating” you say to tim playfully.

“I promise to try to not use that voice with you again & get out of my head” Tim strokes your face.

“& I’ll promise to give you some leeway” he chuckles & smiles back at you.

“So I guess I owe you a date” he says. A naughty smirk comes across his face.

“Well you did make me pay for the last one”

“I know, my bad, you’ll never have to pay for a date again”

“Tim, I don’t need to be pampered & spoilt I just want us to have fun, I don’t really care.”

“But I do,” he says & kisses your forehead.

“Well if you insist then yes,” I can see his hours on the wall as I glance across at when he’s meant to be at work. “How’s Friday?”

“Perfect I don’t think we can go back to that Italian for a while though” he giggle.

“Friday is a date then” I hold him close & we both sigh as we hug it out.”& this time I’ll bring my handcuffs”

“Ha” Tim scoffs. “I’m sorry I shouted that at you on the last one, the workaholic in me made me say it.”

“Hmmmm” you say as you softly then kiss his lips once more & head for his offfice door as he picks up the evidence you brought into him. “My advice is don’t always think of a the work mindset Tim…” I pause before I open the door”… the handcuffs have other uses” & you leave but quickly glimpse at his bright red face. He’s blushing like a beetroot.

As you sit in the car waiting for Winslow your phone pings & you open the message.

“Naughty girl…” it says. It’s from Tim.

“I hope you keep calling me that” you reply as Winslow gets in the passenger seat with two coffee & can see the look on your face.

“Can I buy an outfit for the wedding now?” They ask & you just smile. “I’m taking that as a maybe…”

Chapter 4

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[finnickyslut]

*jingling an empty bowl* can I please have more truth-warping AU please?

Oh, god! Thank you for the interest, nonnie.

... I'm wholly unprepared for this.😳😬

This whole au has consisted basically in an idiotic amount of research (divorce in the UK during the 80s, Merseyside, air ambulance in the UK in 2007, overdose symptoms, treatment and survival window, and on it goes) and an even more ridiculous amount of me creating a choose your own adventure for any and every scene because I'm a scatterbrain. 😅

So! I'm going to try to focus on one thing (let's say the maze + overdose part) but let me preemptively apologize for any rambling, digressing etc.

...

One thing that was clear to me is that the maze scene needed to happen basically the same up to "you make my blood run cold" because it's what leads Oliver to the abyss. (And for a later scene in the hospital, but that's for another occassion.)

Apart from that, I thought several options would make sense and be interesting.

In scenario A, Oliver reaches the conclusion that Felix is upset because fake drama is unfulfilling and doesn't let him be the hero for real, so he just has to give him a real issue. Cue Oliver adulterating the bottle for himself and drinking enough to hopefully give Felix something pathetic enough to really chew on or a chance to save the day.

Here, the agitation/aggressiveness, labored breathing, paleness, and vomiting are early signs of overdosing, and Felix may take a small swig of the concotion but gets it taken off him soon enough. The background is different but the whole scene is almost identical except Oliver leaves the center of the maze with the bottle.

Otherwise, Oliver poisons the bottle because the only thing he knows is if his apology goes wrong there's no way both of them can leave the maze alive (that's actually part of what prompted this AU, the thesis that the inevitable end in the face of rejection wasn't necessarily Felix's death, but Oliver doing something extreme to one or both of them.)

With how definitive Felix's rejection feels, he decides he may as well put himself out of his misery.

He pushes himself off Felix, takes a long gulp while staring defiantly (reflecting on it later on, Felix will realize Oliver was actually taking him in for what he thought would be the last time), maybe makes a scorned comment, and leaves.

I'm any scenario, Felix takes a moment to calm himself (let's say 15 min), goes to take the easy way out, realizes Oliver went a different way, and something makes him take that path too.

He finds Oliver passed out and the bottle on its side. He looks terribly clammy, is unresponsive and something's wrong with his pulse .

Felix Takes him in his arms and gets out of maze as fast as possible. Goes looking for Duncan (Duncan always knows what to do and misteriously appears whenever he's needed). They call emergency services.

(At this point I pondered if the Cattons wouldn't have had med tent and discarded the notion because they're fabulously rich AND fabulously unprepared for things not going precisely their way.)

Btw, very conveniently for me and for Felix's chances on getting to ride with Oliver, it seems that the UK didn't have a night service for air ambulances back then.

Duncan and Felix follow directions from dispatch and decide to take care of things themselves because God forbid the party gets ruined (priorities!). Normally it's not advised to try  to meet the ambulance along the way, but in this case, because Saltburn is pretty out of the way and has the gates and all, Duncan drives Oliver and Felix to the intersection with the main road.

At this point Felix is perturbed, distressed, and genuinely worried for Oliver, but his white knight streak is chomping at the bit, too. He needs to see this to the end, make sure both that Oliver gets out of the woods and that Oliver's family knows how deeply unwell he is and gets him some help.

Either they let him go in the ambulance because he was with the patient shortly before he went downhill and can give them details (Felix knows Oliver seemed mostly sober a couple hours ago at candle blowing and had certain symptoms less than 30 min before the call but was conscious. He suspects cocaine too because of traces in the bottle) orrrrr he conveniently mentions he may have drunk from the same bottle and potentially be patient 2.

Annnddd end scene.

Hopefully that was some of what you were curious about, but feel free to ask more, though I can't promise I'll know everything. As I said, this has just been bouncing aimlessly inside my skull. 🙈

Thanks again for your ask! 🤗

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[fanfics-and-thoughts]

🤚Warning! Talks of depression, among other things that come with that depression. Viewer discretion is advised!🤚

Also!! Grammar, punctuation, it's not my strongest, I might accidentally use the wrong word, when i meant the other, keep that in mind! Of course I'll go through and comb out out some of the kinks, I just hope everything is conveyed well enough, and that you'll like it or find it alright!! Thank you!!

Let's begin!!

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"Mm?..." Mammon slouched in his chair, looking around the table "Hmmmm?..."

"What's wrong, Mammon?" Asked, Asmodeus.

"Mc didn't show up for breakfast..." he replied.

"Hm? Maybe they just slept in, and they'll show up soon. This isn't their frist time missing breakfast."

Mammon started tapping his fork on the plate, feeling kind of irritated, that no one looked a bit worried.

"If you're worried about them, how about going to check on them after breakfast?" Said, Lucifer.

"Fine!" Mammon said, as he started stuffing down his food.

"Hey! Pace yourself, you're gonna choke yourself!!" Leviathan yelled!

As they continued eating, Mammon finished 15 minutes early, and ran out of the dining room, whilst the rest of the brothers finish up.

He ran down the hall, and stopped, right in front of Mc's room, he took a deep breath and knocked. "Hey! You alright? We haven't seen ya in the past three mornings!..." he sighed again, and said, as he leaned his head against the door. "I miss seeing you every other morning... I'm really worried about you..."

The door unlocks and is cracked opened. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you..." Mc said, looking up at Mammon, with tired, baggy eyes, like they haven't slept good in awhile. Mammon standing there, what felt like, a long second, he just stared at you, before saying.

"N-no, it's.... it's not okay, you need to eat! Breakfast is the most Important meal of the day, and i-..."

He stops to look at your expression, it was from a, tired but happy to see him look, to a more neutral, distant look, as your forehead leans against the edge of the door.

"Look... what's going on?" He said, in the most gentle way he could.

You look at him once again, and said. "I'm... I'm just not really feeling to good today." Your voice, in a low pitch.

"Oh?.. do you want some company, until you feel better?" Mammon asked, the politeness in his voice, genuine.

You smile. "Thank you, but... I think, I would just like to be alone for awhile..."

Mammon stood there for a minute, he puts his hand on his chin, thinking (maybe they just need some space for a bit) He then let's out an exasperated sigh. "Okay, but if you need me, for anything, please call me! Okay!?"

You smile, then said."Okay." Then shut the door, locking it behind you.

Mammon just stood there, feeling a bit frustrated, and dumbfounded.

Mc had always been there, sure sometimes they wouldn't show up to certain events, but always, seems to come through! He wasn't going to give up on then!

As the day passes, Mammon would send text messages to check up on you.

-12:03pm

Mammon: "Hey, just checking in on ya!"

- 12:48pm

Mc: "Thx, I'm good."

Mammon: "Need me to get you anything after RAD?"

Mc: "Mm no."

Mammon: "Okay then! :]"

- 2:30pm

Mammon: "Oi! How you doin?"

- 2:55pm

Mc: "Well enough. How was your day?"

Mammon: "Good, Lucifer's been on my ass for not paying attention."

Mammon: "One of these days he's gonna lecture me to death!"

Mc: "So the same old, huh?"

Mammon: "Hey! I can't help it, shits' borin as hell!"

- 4:10pm

Mammon: "Oi! Did ya eat yet!?"

- 4:30pm

Mammon: "Hello?"

- 5:15pm

Mc: "Hey, sorry, I was asleep, I'm fine."

Mammon: "Good, I was about to head to your room!"

Mammon: "Plus, isn' it a bit late to be taking a nap?"

Mc: "heh, it's never to late!"

Mammon: "Startin' to sound like Belphe!"

Mc: "Guys' got some good ideas."

Mammon: "Taken lessons from Belphe!? What has the world come to!?"

- 7:00pm

Mammon: "I never got an answer, if have eaten yet today...."

Mammon: "Please answer."

- 7:35pm

Mammon: "Mc?..."

Mammon was growing concerned for your well-being. So he ordered your favorite food, whilst avoiding Beel, he headed towards your room.

As he's about to knock, he hears faint whimpering, he trys to open the door, but it was still locked.

"Mc? Mc?... it's me, Mammon, please open the door."

There was no answer.

Mammon leans his head and hand against the door. "Please... please answer me... I've been thinking about you all day, wondering if you're okay, if you have eaten or not..."

His eyes start to fill with tears, and as he speaks, his voice shakes. "I'm begging you, p-please let me in!"

You put your hand on the door knob, taking a breath, trying to clam yourself down before opening the door.

The door opens, to see Mammon crying, holding a bag of food. "M-Mc?..." you grab his hand, pulling him into your room, closing the door you.

He wipes his eyes with his free hand, and says. "What's goin' on? Please tell me, I want to help... I want to understand!"

You look at the floor, as you grasp your shoulders. "I... I just don't see any reason to, well, to do anything..."

Mammon looks at you with concern. You bite your lip, trying not to cry, trying to tell him what's been going on in your mind lately. "I..." you start to shake "I just don't feel like existing anymore!!"

"I feel as if I exist for others, if die now, that'll cause more problems... I can't do that, but i also see no reason to continue if I can't exist for myself, just as I do for others!!"

You tremble uncontrollably, your legs give out, falling to the floor, hand over your mouth, eyes shut tight.

"It hurts to think about...."

As you cry, Mammon without thinking, drops the bag of food, along with himself on to the floor. He pulls you into a tight hug, crying.

"I... I didn't know, I'm so sorry." His voice, shakey, but sincere.

You open your eyes, letting the tears fall on to his shoulder, pulling your arms up, to hold him, placing your hands on his back.

"Thinking back on it, it was so obvious..."

"Never staying to long for party's, even if you did, you'd sometimes look like the loneliest person in the room."

"Not to mention you being in devildom, away from your human life..."

He pulls away, and cups your face into his hands, looking into your eyes, he wipes your tears away.

"You've been so strong, so very, very strong... not just for us."

"Someone that really hates themselves, wouldn't have done what you've done!"

"You literally fixed a family of demons, with in less then a year!"

"You've awesome!!"

You lightly giggled, occasional tears running down your face, as you said.

"I just really love you guys..."

Mammon smiles, kisses you on the forehead, then placing his forehead onto yours.

"That's why we love you to."

"You're not a glorified therapist, you're way more to us, even if we don't say it, we definitely show it!"

You smile, his hands still on your face.

"If you ever feel lonely in a room full of people again, or just need someone to talk to, I'll be there, just call out to me."

You place your hands over his, pressing his hands a little deeper into your cheeks.

"Okay, that sounds... amazing, thank you, Mammon."

He smiles, and kisses your forehead again.

"Now, come on, let's eat and watch some TV or somethin'."

He pulls you up off the ground, along with the bag of food. The both of you lay on the bed, facing the TV, cuddling as you eat your food.

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Oh boy! To say the least, I am also going through my own issues lol!

Nonetheless, it felt right, and kind of helped, because I know, I'm not the only one going through it!

But, I hope y'all liked it, and that I conveyed what I was feeling, whilst making this!

💖Have a good day!! 💖

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me mc #obey me mammon #fanfic #sad fanfiction #angst #depresión #obey me mammon x reader #obey me beelzebub #obey me Asmodeus #obey me luficer #obey me Leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me satan

[crazyk-imagine]

Thick Gloves and Bloody Mouth Pieces

Pairing: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth) x Fem!reader

Characters: Fem!reader, Dick Rick (bad trainer), Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth), Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Rick “Hollywood” Neven

Warnings: Dramatic (I don’t know where any of the theatrics came from but I’m rolling with the punches), Rick the trainer is a dick (maybe not so much here but in my mind, he is), Tom and others tease reader, reader and Leonard are adorable idiots

Word Count: 2,894

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You know you shouldn’t be here right now, not when you should be at home getting for- you don’t even want to think about the date right now. 

Especially not when Leonard looks so cute in his non-official uniform, a jacket that has a zipper and gym shorts or as you like to call them basketball shorts (followed by innocent teasing from Leonard and Ron mostly, although the latter takes it further by making jokes about you two getting together which somehow manage to go over the former’s head). 

Your eyes wander around the room, checking on the others, making sure no one needs anything like water or a first aide care. There have been too many times when that’s happened plus, you’re the only one who can even do a proper stitch. 

You inwardly groan at the sight of Dick Rick. 

Sometimes you wonder why he couldn’t have been named something else because you guys already have a Rick and he has a much cooler nickname, Hollywood (not given to him by you, thank God he’ll always say during his interviews). 

You pretend like you don’t see him and let him sit near you. 

Even knowing he’s sitting there beside you pisses you off, good thing no one likes him. Honestly, the only reason he got the job was because he has the qualifications… and his uncle is the one in charge of this whole thing, but everyone can admit that he genuinely does have what it takes to be here and that’s ALL you give him credit for. 

The new fighters always wonder what he did to make you hate him so much and then they hear him open his mouth and some understand while others join in. 

Now, usually you’d have one of the guys sitting with you (more like babysitting you) but today, no one could because they have a fight they need to train for. 

You’re on the edge of your seat watching as Leonard practices, always giving everything, he’s got no matter what. “Kill ‘em!” 

“Ease up on the coaching there.” (Fake) Rick advises. “He’s got enough to worry about right now. We don’t need you trying to get into his head.” 

Your head snaps over in his direction. “You know what I think? I think that you’re actually worried that your uncle is gonna lose out on big win and making me seem like I’m the bad guy is your way of coping with it, which isn’t gonna get you very far. All I’m doing is supporting him. Now, either you shut up or lose it.” 

He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off. 

“Listen here, Dick. I’m going to cheer him on. I will be screaming as loud as the other people in the crowd. I get this is practice, but I am proud of him, and I will show it any time I can. Either you shut up or I do it for you.” 

He stares at you with his every day sour expression. “The names Richard-” 

“Dick can be short for Richard. Think about Dick’s sporting goods, a place you don’t own, so sad.” Was it necessary to bring that up, no. Did it feel good, hell yeah. 

“I prefer Rick and they’re practicing. Tonight’s the big night so you’re “supportive” screaming isn’t helping anyone.” 

You raise your brows, “I say otherwise because he’s doing a real good job right now.” 

He doesn’t need to look over at Leonard and Tom, he knows they’re doing good. “It’s practice. You don’t need to scream.” 

“I'm going to scream as loud as I want because he’s a good fighter and I am going to show it.” 

“I understand what you’re saying but-” 

“But nothing. I’m gonna go check on him and our friends because this conversation is going nowhere and you’re pissing me off.” 

Dick Rick doesn’t try to argue with you knowing this is the smartest thing to do. 

-

You get out of the chair and head over towards Leonard (who exited the ring right before you started to walk over) and Tom who sits in the chairs closest to the ring, sweat dripping down their heaving chests. “You two did good today.” 

“You mean, he looked good, and you assume I did good because you were too focused on screaming for him,” says Tom before he drinks some water. 

You scoff, glancing over at a non-focused Leonard, “someone is totally, not completely off?” 

The man with frosted tips raises a brow. “Everyone but dogboy knows you’re horny for him.” 

Your eyes widen, “what the hell?” You smack his shoulder. “Don’t say that.” 

He chuckles, “am I wrong?” 

“Shut up,” you walk away and head over towards their boxing partners, Ron and Rick. 

-

“You two feeling alright?” 

Ron lifts his head, staring at you. 

“Has anyone come over to check that out?” You point to the blood trail on the edge of his eyebrow closest to his temple. 

“Yeah,” he says. 

“He’s lying and you know it.” 

You take the first aid kit from Rick. “Yeah, yeah.” You grab the items you need and start by cleaning the wound. 

“He’s staring.” Ron hisses, you mumble an apology. 

“He’s preparing for the fight.” 

“He’s staring at you,” the two say. 

“Why do I even bother trying to fight you two anymore?” You finish with the wound and start cleaning up. 

“You ever gonna tell him?” asks Ron. 

“If I haven’t told him and I’ve known him for- God- as long as I can remember-” 

“Hasn’t it been more than five years?” asks Ron. 

“Thank you, Mister know it all.” Your brows furrow together, “how do you know that?” 

“He won’t shut up about you. Plus, you showed up around the time he did.” 

“That seems like it could be true.” 

“Could be?” He scoffs, “it is true, and you know it.” He pushes himself off the bench and walks over to where Tom is. 

“He’s not wrong, you know,” Rick informs you. Always the one to tell you the truth when it comes to this kind of thing (plus it’d be nice [for all the guys] if the two of you got together). 

“If what you’re all saying is true, then why hasn’t he said anything?” 

He doesn't think he heard you correctly. You’ve never agreed with them or even thought about the possibility of Leonard liking you to be true. “What was that?” 

You shake your head, grabbing the first aid kit, “nothing. I’ve- Dick Rick pissed me off today and I’m not making sense so I’m gonna go.” 

“Come on, don’t be like that.” 

“How else am I supposed to be, Hollywood? I mean… seriously, if he hasn’t said anything by now, even when all you guys say is how much he likes me. Why hasn’t he tried to ask me out?” 

He shrugs, “maybe-uh- maybe he thinks you’re not interested.” 

“Do you honestly think that’s why?” 

He struggles to give you a response. “Yeah, I didn’t think so. Look, I’ve got to go.” 

“Wait- where are you going?” 

You huff, the strand of hair blocking your view moves off to the side of your face. “I’ve got to go. I- I didn’t tell anyone but I have a date tonight and I wasn’t going to go on it but now I think I will. Maybe see where things take us, you know.” 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” 

“I’m all out of good ideas when it comes to my love life but I’m ready to put myself out there and see what happens.” 

He clearly doesn’t approve of this idea, but you could care less right now. 

“I’ll be here for your guys’ fights, alright?” 

He says nothing. 

“Rick?” 

He blinks, processing what you’ve said. “Yeah, yeah. Have fun.” He keeps an eye on you as you walk out. 

-

He rushes over towards Leonard and smacks his arm. 

The latter breaks out of his daze, rubbing his arm with a confused expression. “What the hell was that for?” 

“Because you’re an idiot and everyone here can agree with that.” 

“That’s not true.” Various “yes's” and “he’s not wrong” can be heard through out the area. 

Leonard scoffs, “whatever.” 

“You need to get off your horny butt and go after the woman you’ve been fawning over for the last thousand years.” 

“You’re exaggerating.” 

“What if I told you that she’s out on a date right now?” 

“Is she?” 

Rick shrugs, “you tell me.” 

“Do you know with who?” 

“She didn’t tell me that much.” 

“What if she winds up really liking this guy?” 

“That means you would miss your chance.” 

He pushes himself out of the chair, “I have to go find her.” 

“And then what?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You mean to tell me, you’re gonna crash her date with absolutely no reason?” 

“Well, I mean, technically, I have a reason… she’s gonna know right?” 

“No because you haven’t given her any signs you moron.” 

Leonard stops, taking a deep breath, “I’ve got to go, man. I can’t stand here and wait anymore.” 

Rick chuckles, slapping his shoulder, “go man.” 

-

You sip your drink, not at all enthralled by what your date is saying and no matter how many times you try to give your two cents, the man just… won’t… shut… up. 

“And then he was like-” 

A handful of flowers are shoved into your face. “I love you.” 

You set the glass down and take the flowers, finding them to be one of the prettiest combos you’ve seen, sunflowers and roses. 

“I love you,” he says again. 

You turn to see your the cowboy. “Leonard? What are- what are you doing here?” 

He opens his mouth to respond when your date interrupts him. 

“I’m sorry, whoever you are, but we’re,” he gestures to the two of you. “On date here so if you could just go back to wherever your redneck ass came from, that’d be great.” 

The man in the cowboy hat bends down to whisper in his ear. 

Your dates eyes widen before he rushes to get out of his seat, practically tripping over the legs of the chair. 

Leonard sits down in the, now, unoccupied chair with a cocky grin dancing across his lips. “What did you tell him?” 

“Nothing much. A little “harmless” threatening.” 

“What kind of threatening?” 

He shrugs, avoiding your gaze, “harsh enough to ensure that he doesn’t come back… here… on a date with you… ever.” 

Your jaw drops. “Wait- wait.” You remember he said something. “What did you say earlier?” 

“I don’t want him to date you.” 

“After that.” 

“I threatened him.” 

“No!” you set the flowers down on the table. “What did you say?” 

He gulps, unsure if he should tell you again or not. “I- do I really have to repeat myself?” 

“Please?” your tone wavers, thinking you may not have heard what you think he heard. 

He smiles, reaching for your hand. “I- I think I made the dumbest mistake waiting to tell you this but, oh boy. Here it goes, I-" he looks around, seeing how many people are here. “Actually, could we do this outside?” 

“If we do, will you ever tell me? Because when we need to have a serious conversation, it never happens, and it feels like you’ve shut down on me.” 

He leans forward, rubbing his hands across his faces. 

“Okay. Okay. Uh- there’s this- I- I’m having a real hard time trying to tell you this.” 

“Let’s start with what you first said when you shoved these beautiful flowers in my face,” you say with a light chuckle. 

He cracks a smile. “You caught that huh?” 

“I think I did but I don’t know for sure if what I heard was the right thing.” 

“Well, that- uh- that depends on your reaction to what I’m about to say.” 

“I think we both know what we’ve been denying for so long.” 

He leans closer, “and what’s that?” 

“That you, cowboy, are completely as smitten with me like I am with you.” You pray he doesn’t turn you as doubt swirls around in your mind. 

That crooked boyish grin takes over and that damned hat of his tips forward, covering his eyes. “That’s good to hear.” 

“Why? Cause it means you didn’t crash my date for nothing.” 

“Hey now. If I knew all I needed to do was this, I would have had Hollywood set you up a long time ago.” 

“Like I would have accepted whoever he wanted to set me up with.” 

“You... I think you would have.” 

“He probably would’ve told me his plan and then tricked the both of us into meeting at the same place.” 

He chuckles, “yeah, maybe.” He glances around, “how about we- uh- get out of here and go somewhere you’d actually enjoy.” 

A teasing smiles stretches across your lips. “What if I like it here?” 

“You don’t, I know it.” 

A heavy sigh slips past your lips, “if we must.” 

“I’ll make it worth your while.” 

-

“I told you not to order so much,” you chuckle, munching on a couple of fries. You kick your legs, the cool air hitting the exposed skin of your lower legs. 

He smiles, setting his burger down, wiping his face after you gestured to the mess on his chin. “You look really pretty by the way.” 

“You sound like a middle schooler with a crush.” 

“I’m just being honest, sweets.” 

“We both know you have more to say.” You’re hopeful that he’ll just come out and say it again. 

“Okay, maybe I do but I don’t want to scare you off.” 

You scoff, “please.” 

“Hey! I’d like to keep the woman I love close to me since I was on the verge of being too late and barely gained enough courage to ask her out tonight.” 

You cover your mouth, preventing any more food from flying out as you cough. 

He pats your back. “Are you okay?” 

“You just,” you croak with a hoarse voice. “You just- just said the woman you love.” 

“Oh,” he extends the word, finally realizing what he said to you (again). 

You grab your drink and gulp as much as you can, wanting to get rid of your hoarse voice. “That’s what you said right?” 

“Said what when?” 

“Don’t mess with me like that, Leo. You know what you said.” 

He gulps, taking a sip of his drink. “You’re right. I know what I said and I’m- I’m scared that you don’t feel the same.” 

“If I didn’t feel the same, would I have accepted this date?” 

“You’ve gone out with me before,” he points out with attitude. 

You scoff, “because I thought that you were asking me out on a genuine date! But then there you were talking to some girl just a few feet away from me.” 

“I’m sorry for thinking I never had a chance with you!” 

“If you had asked, you would have known!” You set your food off the side, pushing yourself out of the truck bed. “I’m leaving. I can’t do this with you right now.” 

“You can’t- you can’t do this with me right now? Seriously?” 

You reach for your purse. “I’m not going to sit here and fight with you over how scared I was that you didn’t like me even though I’m in love with you and how much it hurt to see you talking to all those girls when you were the one who invited me to go out with you!” You’re too upset to even realize that he’s pushed himself off the truck bed. 

He spins you around to kiss you only for it to end in laughter. The corner of his lips tugs upwards. “Are you really laughing at my romantic gesture right now?” 

You chuckle, staring into his pretty eyes. “You know exactly what I’m laughing at.” 

He nods, the hat bumping against your forehead once more, in a more affectionate manner. “That I do.” 

You snatch the item off his head, tossing it beside the food. You take a deep breath, watching the way his eyes dip down towards your lips. 

“This isn’t going to be as dramatic; you know?” 

“Just kiss me you-” Your hands slid up his arms, fingers interlocking against the back of his neck. The warmth of his hand on your cheek and your hip causes the butterflies in your stomach to flutter harder than they ever have when you’re with him. You’re the first to pull away, eyes still closed enjoying this moment. 

“Wow,” he breathes out. “I think I’m getting a hard on.” 

Your eyes snap open, finding that he’s staring at you. The corner of your lips twitch (of course he would say that now), you finally understand what everyone else has been saying, eyes truly are the window to one’s soul because all you can see is the love, he holds for you. “Guess everyone was right.” 

“What’s that?” 

“We both fell for each other but didn’t want to admit and now,” you stare at the collar of his hoodie for a few seconds realizing what the boys are gonna do. “And now they’re gonna make fun of us.” 

“Maybe, but then we can just do this,” he pulls you in for another kiss. 

You chuckle against his lips. 

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[eclipsecrowned]

Kadi State of the Union 2023.

So. Went on vacation, got nice and relaxed, am actively looking for jobs and passively having a good time on here with what free time I find myself with. To this end, several days ago I asked you all what I should focus on moving forward, because as much as this is my blog, it is a testament to a collaborative hobby that requires communication and interaction with my peers here on the hellsite. The results I received told me that you all wanted me to focus on three core priorities: Drafts, plotting/developing dynamics, and muse info packets rather than full bios.

What does this mean moving forward?

Basically what it says on the tin.

I'm going to prioritize drafts over new threads and asks, just to help maintain a good habit towards ic interactions. This doesn't mean that I'll be drying up in terms of starters or new interactions, just that I'm going to refocus on replying to rather hoarding drafts like a dragon until I build a habit.

I'll also be reaching out to followers old and new to develop dynamics/interactions between muses, though I advise that this might take some time. I'm horribly anxious about new people, so forgive me if I come off a little too formal or 'odd' in OOC communication, I'll even out once I recognize you are not going to bite my head off or be mean to me. Honestly it's not you, it's me.

As for bios, I might find a simple character page code or multi carrd template I like and keep the 'brief biographical facts, short bio' thing I have going in my current 'temporary' muse page, and just link to larger muse info packets that include character overviews/verses/plot bunnies for canons and deeper bio info/10 key facts for OCs.

Beyond this, I plan on cleaning up my askbox -- At least removing symbol/name memes that I can no longer locate the original meme for. I genuinely enjoy having a tidy ask queue, so I might switch to that at some point in the future to space out asks/give myself time to tackle the beast it has become. For now, you might see me answering asks live until I get to a point I can comfortably draft/queue multiple asks and not burn out.

I am also, after this latest poll, putting a moratorium on adding new muses until I finish bios for the current muse list. I tend to get inspired to add new muses often, and it's not an issue for me or apparently my followers for me to continue to expand my cast. You guys are always down to clown with whoever I add, and I am never without interaction potential. I just worry it comes across like the bios will never get done at this rate, even though no one has said anything yet. This might lea to more fc polls, unfortunately for you all, bc there's always the chance that like with Severina's FC being way older than I anticipated I think I have things sorted out then find out last second they don't work for whatever reason.

TL;DR: Trying to be better for you guys and give you the content you want, your feedback has been heard loud and clear and I'm thankful for it, will see you guys on the flip side :3

#out of stories #long post //

[backjustforberena]

I have a genuine question for you: how much power or right could Corlys and Rhaenys have over their grandchildren?

The impression I walked out of the show with is that without a doubt Rhaenys LOVES Laena's daughters. Rhaenys would lock herself in the Driftmark and let the kingdom burn outside without lifting a finger if she could keep them safe in her neutrality.

Corlys in both media gave me the impression that he may love his family but her ambitions screwed it up causing he to bite off more than he could chew.

I see you talking sometimes and how do you write grandkids so apparently you include Rhaenyra's children as well? but I don't think Rhaenys particularly cares. She's generally a pretty decent person with good morals, protecting them when chaos breaks out just seems like the instinct and the right thing to do, these are KIDS in danger. And Corlys at least in the book dropped them multiple times for being politically inconvenient . I can't imagine either of them doing that to Baela or Rhaena if they had the power to prevent it and as Targaryens legally I don't know how much they could protect them.

When Corlys talks about retiring and taking his "grandchildren" I thought he was talking about the girls. The show apparently sometimes wants to give the impression that they care about everyone but what I see on screen is the opposite. They don't really have any responsibility to the boys beyond the bare minimum to use them as political pawns and I don't know how likely it was that they would make decisions about the placement of the girls.

Gosh, big question, and thank you for writing in! I in no way claim to be an academic on this world; I have a very rudimentary understanding both in terms of the overall canon and the feudal society and medieval society in which GRRM and the showrunners get inspired by and all that, so I would like to preface this by saying that no doubt there are better people to answer this than me. But I'll give it a stab and look at all of your points and see what conclusions my brain happens to fall into.

My gut instinct is as to the amount of power Corlys and Rhaenys have over their grandchildren basically amounts to: very little. Baela, Rhaena and the boys are always going to be beholden to and the responsibility of their parents. Grandparents in our day and age don't have masses of rights or any real authority over parents and that is unlikely to change with these characters. Corlys and Rhaenys do not outrank Daemon or Rhaenyra in terms of power, nor have either side cultivated a relationship that really gives them sway to advise or interrupt their parenting styles. And then, of course, as the kids get older, they have their own agency and wills.

In my opinion, Corlys and Rhaenys both adore their family. Driftmark seems to have been a happy place that produced admirable people in Laena and Laenor. Despite the horrible decisions that both parents make (offering Laena as a bride to Viserys and marrying Laenor off to a woman), neither of these events seems to sour the familial relationships at all, with Laena wanting to return home and be with her family and Laenor wanting to fight in the Stepstones and essentially walk in his father's footsteps with glory and battle. They were both proud Velaryons. If Rhaenys and Corlys had loved them less, then the damage to their marriage caused by their children's deaths would have been smaller.

The fracture comes when the cost of ambition is too high, and situations are ignored due to pride. As you say: they bite off more than they can chew. Flew too close to the sun.

But back to the grandkids. It's important to note that the book and the show dynamics are pretty different so that obviously has baring. I tend to talk about the show more and consider the book only if it's something that the show hasn't actively disproven - such as the show doesn't disprove Daemon duelling for Laena's hand so I can include that in my thoughts, but it goes against the idea that Laenor was murdered in a town in Driftmark, rather than in the Hall of Nine.

I'm afraid I can't understand all of your ask due to some of your phrasing. You seem to separate out "love" and "responsibility" and "legality", I think? So let's look at what Corlys and Rhaenys, for want of a better word, owe their grandchildren. And what they can do.

Again, we're coming back to my gut instinct which is: not much. Corlys and Rhaenys can love the bones off of all of those kids, but they have no rights over them. No responsibility in any sense of legality or rules or whatever. That's all with their parents, even with Baela being Rhaenys's ward. However, they do have an emotional responsibility and a desire to place themselves, and their grandchildren, in positions of safety. In other words, the heart wants what the heart wants, and if that's kidnapping the grandbabies and walling up in High Tide, then that's what it is.

Unfortunately, it's impractical. It was never going to happen and even if it did happen, it would have to be done with either the parents' or the children's acquiescence. No "kidnapping" allowed. That's why Rhaenys doesn't leave Dragonstone; Baela (and by extension Rhaena) won't go with her. And if she has any hold over any of the kids, it would have been Baela. There would have been no point even trying with the boys, due to their fiercely protective mother and the fact they are now in the line of succession. If it descends into war, then Baela and Rhaena are more easily protected, politically.

When Corlys talks about retiring... he's basically spelling out a pipe dream, and I think he knows it. He's offering what Rhaenys always wanted. But he hasn't got any clue about Rhaenys's change of heart or the war footing that is about to break out. He's saying the ideal. The wish. The dream. But it's not practical.

#house of the dragon #bad meta