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nathaslosthershit · 2 months

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Trips to See the In-Laws (LS2)

Summary: In order to save his teammate from an interviewer with not so innocent thoughts, Alex has to reveal that his thought-to-be-single friend, Logan, is actually in a long term relationship.

“Alex, Logan, so wonderful to have you both here with me today. Now that we are rapidly approaching the first race of the season, how are you both feeling? How was both your breaks?”

“Well firstly, thank you for having us. It has honestly been crazy. Break has gone by fast and with all the training we’ve been doing, I honestly feel ready to just jump in the car and start back up.” Logan replies.

It was no secret that Logan Sargeant had been training much more during the off season, everyone had seen how much he had changed. The way the interviewer was staring at him though, as if he was their next meal, was making him shift uncomfortably in the seat.

Alex, being as perceptive as ever, immediately saw the change in Logan’s demeanor. He was confused by it until he saw how the interviewer shifted closer to Logan, eyeing him up and down in a very flirtatious manner. He then chimed in to try and alleviate the tension. “Yeah, busy break but we have been putting in the work and I think we are both ready for this upcoming season.”

“You both look very different from the start of last year. Alex with your hair and Logan has gotten very, very fit.” Dammit, this interviewer really wasn’t going to let it go, Alex thought.

“Um yeah, we are both pretty different looks wise.” Alex weakly responded. What was he supposed to say, the interviewer didn’t exactly ask a question.

“I was in a pretty bad state at the end of last season, both mentally and physically. I worked really hard this off season to improve both of those things and gained 5 kilos. I feel much better now that I am at a more healthy weight and I think it just cements how much more learning and growing I needed last year.” God, how can the interviewer continue to try and eye fuck Logan while he gives such a sincere and vulnerable answer, Alex wonders. He knew he needed to help his teammate and friend in some way, but the idea that came to mind might have some consequences. But surely it was better than the alternative of letting Logan get harassed.

“Well Logan, you took some time to travel a bit since being here in New York” Alex teased.

“Ohhh, where did you go Logan?” the interviewer asked, intrigued at the blush on Logan’s face that had appeared as he picked up on where Alex was trying to go with this.

“Well actually, my girlfriend is originally from New york and still has family that live outside the city so they very kindly invited me to visit them and watch the Superbowl. She wasn’t too happy that I got to see her family while she is stuck in London but also was ecstatic that they clearly like me enough to invite me to visit even when she isn’t with me. It was sweet and such a kind gesture, definitely beats spending that night watching the game in a hotel room alone.”

“Hey, I would have watched with you. You wouldn't have been alone” Alex said, offended.

“Mate, you did not have any actual interest in watching the game.” Logan responded.

“But I still would have kept you company.”

Before the two could continue their fight, the interviewer bursted out a very aggressively asked “Girlfriend?”

The two were quiet then, not knowing what to say. The interviewer wasn’t looking at Logan like a piece of meat anymore, but now he had to deal with this sudden hard launch of his relationship.

“Uh yeah, I have been in a relationship for a while now. Met my girlfriend when I moved to London. We lived in the same apartment and had moved in around the same time. Insane luck, I guess.” Logan answered, still blushing.

“Leave it to Logan to find the one other American in his apartment complex and immediately start dating her.” Alex teased.

“Hey! It was a coincidence and she is from New York while I’m from Florida, they are practically two different countries.”

“Yeah whatever.” Alex rolled his eyes playfully.

The interviewer, now upset at practically getting rejected, stopped asking questions and just watched as the two Willaims drivers took over the interview, rambling, and teasing each other, till it was time to end it.

The interview had immediately gained popularity once it had been posted. Not many drivers hard launch the way Logan did and while Logan hadn't anticipated that this was how his relationship was found out, he did have to thank Alex for getting him out of that situation.

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abibliophobiaa · 1 year

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firstly I love your new blog layout it’s so fucking cute, secondly I love you 💕 thirdly, for your baby prompts, I’m thinking……… butterfly

happiness is a butterfly

got a little carried away with this one. 3k words of modern day!best friend!eddie munson x afab!reader. contains: fluff, alcohol, confessions of feelings, bisexual reader, two friends in a room who might kiss (they do), suggestive innuendo (eddie’s a sweetheart), and argyle’s matchmaking ways. thank you @breddiemunson and @ghost-proofbaby for always calming my wild thoughts, and katie’s line where eddie asks reader not to make him say what she already knows. genius, that one.

��happiness is a butterfly

try to catch it like every night

it escapes from my hands into moonlight…”

happiness is a butterfly - lana del rey.

Photo after photo. Swipe after swipe. Endless hopefuls that aren’t really hopefuls, because there aren’t many of those in Hawkins these days.

No—there are merely boys, wearing the skin of men, playing with hearts with a carelessness that leaves damage in their wake. Leaves your heart ripped to shreds; battered and bruised. Wounded, but not broken, with jagged lines where smooth surfaces had once been.

Tonight is no different. Tonight you mourn your relationship with Travis. Travis, who played hockey and apparently a different girl or guy in every state. You’d only found out through social media.

One of the girls he brought back to his hotel room had posted an image on her story while he slept, which then surfaced on another person’s social media account, and then eventually became a social media article on some gossip website you couldn’t, for the life of you, be bothered to remember.

You suppose the “Travis debacle,” as Eddie has been calling it, is your fault. A guy from out of town. The allure of some famous player with a broken down car in front of the Hideout, where you worked as a bartender, that you’d had your friend Eddie fix up as a favor.

You’d tossed him his keys as the sun set, burnt orange and red across the summer sky, and he’d asked, “How much?”

And suddenly you’d spent the week welcoming him around Hawkins, as well as the intricacies of your susceptible heart. Had preened and praised him while he perused his options in the next town over on his problematic apps.

The same apps you’re now frowning at, watching the population around you continue to dwindle with every pass of your thumb.

“You know, they say insanity is—”

“Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.”

You shoot a glare Eddie’s way, watching his dexterous fingers pull his hair back into a makeshift bun at the back of his head. Those same fingers reach down to grab your glass, chipped black nail polish capturing your attention as he draws your drink up to his lips and takes a long sip.

“Tequila. Travis really fucked up.” He chuckles. The movement has his cropped shirt billowing around his hips, tattoos on his sides visible where the holes his arms extend through as he settles down beside you. “You know, I think you need to ditch the apps. I did, and I’m much better for it.”

“You got a puppy a few weeks ago,” you point out, finger jabbing him in the ribs. He hisses, cupping his pec. “Getting a puppy is code for throwing in the towel.”

“Ozz is the cutest puppy, I’ll have you know. Look—” He waves to Gareth as he passes by, drumsticks twirling in his hands. “Delete the apps. Take a break. Isn’t there some quote about happiness? That Nathaniel Hawthorne one. You know, the ‘happiness is a butterfly’ one you used in a paper back in school.”

“One, I can’t believe you remember that.”

Your nose wrinkles at the thought of your teenage years. Of you with braces and he himself being the first person to welcome you to sit with him on your first day of school, snapping at Jason Carver when he’d brushed by you and thumped your shoulder a little too hard for his liking.

“And two, the quote is actually ‘happiness is like a butterfly, which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp. But, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.’”

“So stop chasing it. Just let it happen. C'est la vie. Carpe diem. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?”

You don’t even bother letting him know none of those things mean what he thinks they do.

“Eddie.”

He loops his arm around your neck. Presses a kiss against your temple. You lean into his embrace, comfortable warmth that seeps into your bones and floods you with familiarity.

He’s hard lines against your softer edges. Inky tapestries of collected memories that tell a tale of his adventurous life on the forearm tangled in your hair. His ring-clad fingers delight in toying with the tips, hair shifting between digits like water.

Calming and soothing Eddie. A constant in your life since you were teenagers, now going on ten years of friendship later. Someone you’ve always been able to turn to at the end of the day; someone who never once questions your motives, even if he might suggest you try different methods to your lifestyle habits.

And now, your dating habits.

“I’m just saying it’s worth a try.”

Maybe you don’t stop right away. Maybe it takes a date with Joe, Jim and Jessica to realize the truth of Eddie’s words. Maybe there’s some weight to pushing it all aside, stepping out of the way of your own preconceived timeline, and allowing someone to walk in at the right place and time.

And on a night such as this, where Corroded Coffin are getting set up on stage and citizens are packing out the bar to see the increasingly popular band play, it’s easy to remember why swiping on your phone has brought you here. To asshole Andy Lerman standing before you while you work. Basketball coach at Hawkins High and douchebag royalty from what you remember of him back in your years of teenage angst and adolescence.

He’s had a few drinks now. You know because you’ve served him. But all they’ve done is instill courage in him to step over to the girl who people teased in school for being a “freak fucker” by merely being associated with Eddie, claiming time ‘really did wonders for you.’

He’s staring at your tits when he says it, and it takes everything in you to not toss his next drink in his face. But in a town where money is hard to come by, and there’s not much to do by way of work, bartending pays the bills, and you’re not about to mess up one of the few good gigs left.

“Andy, it’s really not going to work,” you tell him, “but here. Your last one of the night…on me.”

With a quick pat to his shoulder, you send him on his merry way with a fuller pocket and a story to warp when regaling his friends with the time he pity-invited the “freak fucker” on a date.

“Don’t look now, my lady, but Eddie Munson is staring at you,” Argyle says, working on mixing a margarita beside you for a patron.

“He’s not staring at me,” you retort, sliding a vodka soda across the bar, thanking your customer for the hefty tip they toss your way. At Argyle’s raised brow, you reiterate, “he’s not.”

“He’s always staring. That’s the look Eden gives me. You know, the look of someone in l—”

Argyle’s words are cut short as Eddie appears on the other side of the bar, bare elbows pressing against the counter, hair falling out of his ponytail, bangs long overdue for a cut shifting every time he blinks.

“Are you okay?” He asks, thanking Argyle as he passes him the beer he knows he prefers. At your arching brow, he continues, “I saw Andy Lerman flirting with you. You looked uncomfortable.”

You snort, getting to work on a moscow mule. “That’s because I was uncomfortable. But I took care of it. I appreciate you always looking out, though.”

He reaches over and grabs your chin. Gives your head a little wiggle until you’re grinning against his palm. Then reaches his fingers over toward you, rests them so gently against your curled palm resting on the bar and pauses. He waits a moment and closes his ringed fingers into a fist, knocking his knuckles against yours.

Then he’s off toward the stage to get ready, leaving you with a knot in your throat and warmth prickling against your skin.

Argyle passes you a knowing smile and before you can yell at him to get back to work, embarrassment roiling in your chest, he announces he’s going to take a quick break and call his wife.

His words spin in your head once more. Comparing Eddie’s gazes to Eden’s. To the nature of the depth in which he cares for you. But you shake your head free of it.

You’ve been unlucky in love.

It couldn’t be so simple.

Argyle’s words don’t change much in regards to your Eddie conundrum.

They’re a phantom in the back of your mind. Wispy tendrils of a memory that feels distant now.

Weeks pass, and the warm heat of summer in Hawkins turns to a sweltering hell on earth.

The Hideout becomes quieter most evenings. Those with air conditioning prefer to stay home, remain by their pools, to host gatherings where alcohol and coolers are plentiful.

And you don’t blame them, letting out a long huff as you wipe down the counter, while Argyle counts your tips.

“Oh, how was that date with…Paul, was it?” He muses thoughtfully, beginning to split the money.

“Not great.”

“You said that about the last three. What was wrong with this one?”

And that’s the thing. You sit across from these people, trying to force a square into a circle, trying to sparse out the qualities that they’re lacking.

Not funny enough. Not the right hair color. They lack that unruly smile. That glimmer of brightness in their amber eyes. There’s no dimple in Paul’s cheek. No banter on your date with Jeremiah. Caleb doesn’t like metal, and Kayla thinks D&D is a breeding ground for satanism (you’d thought that one was left in the 80s, but it appears not).

“He said Dio was overrated.”

“Interesting,” Argyle laughs, shaking his head.

You whirl around, damp bar towel flicking water his way. “What’s so interesting?”

“Just funny when two people are so obviously similar and don’t even see it,” he says, humming to himself, conversation over.

And that was that.

It’s funny, you think, that it only hits you then.

Like the flutter of butterfly wings on your flowerbeds you’d managed to stumble upon earlier that morning, the flicker of wings on a bird in the sky. The soft beating of both, like the constant thump of a heart in a chest.

A constant.

It’s the word everything hitches on as you sit on that work table in your garage, watching the man who stopped everything he was doing when you’d called earlier at the drop of a hat. All just to make sure you were okay.

That same person who is now up to his elbows in grease, fingers stained an oily black. With his hair pulled away from his face, you catch the determined line of his mouth, the jut of his tongue pushing lightly against pink lips. The corded lines of his arms move as he works, barest hint of stomach on display when he reaches up to slam the hood of your car down once it’s finished.

You toss him a towel, grinning at the shadowy form of him blocking the sun from your eyes. “Sorry you’re doing this instead of the movies.”

“Stop that. You know I’m happy to spend any time with you, sweetheart,” he laughs, wiping the planes of his face that are streaked like the fingers pressing against terry cloth to keep it in place. “Fixed the alternator and did an oil change. Seeing as you always forget anyway.”

He walks over slowly, grunting when your sandaled foot kicks him playfully in the kneecap. “That was why my car made that awful sound and shut off?”

“Exactly.” He curls the towel around his neck. “Day is still young. How about we—”

“Why’d you delete all your dating apps?”

The words fall from you in a rush. A swift exhale that has Eddie’s back drawn ramrod straight. Rigid, but not with anger. Instead, you watch that full mouth part just slightly. Like the words he had been about to say were lost to the wind, left to titter away into nothingness.

He swallows audibly, palm sliding over the towel across his neck. “I…just didn’t see the point in them.”

Determination hardens your resolve. Brings to attention Argyle’s teasing these weeks. The wondering, questioning, burgeoning curiosities brimming. So you utter a simple, “Why?” and try your damndest to ignore the nerves welling up in your chest at the fear of what comes next.

“Just kind of felt like I was using them to get over someone else,” he admits, taking a step closer.

Your bare knees brush the tops of his thighs. Warmth seeps into your skin, bristles at his touch.

Dark eyes drag along your form. Along the dress you wore that evening, covered in flowers, a thin thing that would have fluttered in the wind if you and Eddie had been able to do what you’d planned for the day. Simple drive to the lake to eat some lunch, share a joint and fish (a new hobby he'd picked up from his uncle), then movies at the theater when the sun had set.

You meet his stare. Remind yourself of those eyes that had been on you the whole time Andy had leaned over the bar just weeks ago. Ready at any moment to come to your aid, should you have needed it. He’s never pushed you, never crossed the boundaries of your friendship, trusted you knew best.

But he’d always been there if you ever needed a hand.

You only ever needed to reach out.

Always.

You swallow thickly. “Who?”

“Don’t make me tell you what you already know.”

It’s quiet. A plea for pity that has your heart clenching within your chest.

But it’s not scary.

It’s not frightening at all.

Dozens of memories flash behind your eyes.

Of teenage years, laughing in the cafeteria, trading snacks, sneaking off to the woods between classes to smoke. Of you in community college, and his van screeching through the parking lot to take you to lunch between classes. Of nights at his place, your place, the movies, around town. Of ice cream at Lover’s Lake with his van doors swung wide, trying to make out the shapes of the clouds in the sky.

Birthday parties, milestones, weddings, grieved losses.

To highs and lows and everything in between. To all those shitty dates, to his own failed dating escapades. To that time you had to ice his lip in the back of the Hideout when Jeff had accidentally elbowed him in the face, or when you’d fallen off Max’s skateboard and ripped open your shin and he’d had to hold your hand while he disinfected it.

To this very moment, where he’s just finished fixing your car. To him with his dirty palm tapping lightly against your kneecap, feet shifting awkwardly beneath him.

Your head tips up and you catch the downturn of his lips, frozen in time by your prolonged silence.

Argyle was right.

“What?”

You hadn’t realized you spoke out loud, but confusion swirls behind Eddie’s gaze all the same, mollified only when your hand snakes up around the back of his neck and drags him downward to your level. Only when you pour your affection into him where you’re finally, lovingly, connected at last.

The fullness of his mouth against the softness of yours is hesitant at first, like his brain needs a moment to catch up to his current reality, before he’s tipping your head up with his hand. Until his fingers slide across your cheek, cupping you gently, easing you closer to him.

Before long he’s gripping you closer. Deft fingers in the dough of your thighs, tugging you flush against him, skirt indecently high up on your hips. But you don’t care. Not as your ankles lock around his waist, nor as he hums into your throat while he leaves a sloven path along your skin, learning the sounds you make when he’s tender, sweet—when he scores his teeth against your pulse point and you melt like putty beneath his devotion filled fingertips.

Ten years. Ten years of watching that silly butterfly float away into the sky, only for it to have been there all along.

Only for it to have been the man with his forehead against yours, noses flush together, your fingers beneath his shirt and his around the bend of your kneecaps.

You’re not sure where you start and he ends, but even that incites a new thrill, a new world to explore further. A desire to know the depths of him beyond the limit of friendship.

“Argyle got to you too, huh?” At your nod, Eddie barks out a laugh. Kisses you softly. “Fuckin’ guy thinks he’s Cupid or something.”

“I don’t want to talk about Argyle right now.”

Eddie’s lips curl into a grin. The whites of his teeth flash in your gaze, your fingers trailing along his stubble-lined jaw.

“I don’t either.” His thumb comes to swipe at your cheek, dimple in his cheek twitching slightly. “Got you a little greasy. Just…ten years, you know? Got a little carried away.”

You nod, reaching out to lace your fingers with his. He watches as you hop down from the work table, brow arching curiously as you tug him toward the door leading into your home. “Well, like you said, we’ve got ten years to catch up on. So before I kiss you more, Edward Munson, we’re going to shower.”

“We?” He swallows, voice hoarse. “Like a two people conserving water shower?”

You enter the small laundry room, humming as his chest brushes your own, his weight just enough against yours to press you into the lip of your drying machine. Cool metal chills your skin at the open back of your dress, balanced by the heat of the knee that slides between your thighs to pin you in place. Your body both buzzes with life and oozes honey into your system as you melt into him, pliant under that smoldering dark gaze of your best friend in front of you.

“We,” you nod, grinning into his kiss. “After that we’re cuddling on the couch and ordering a pizza.”

“And tomorrow…I’m taking you on a date.”

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fredwkong · 9 months

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1000: Dog

Though he agonises over the Capybara card for a long moment, Eric picks the Dog card. He would rather keep being able to think. Like before, the Dog card vanishes in a flash of blinding light while the other two cards turn to dust.

As he gets ready for bed, careful to clean under his new foreskin, Eric notices two things. Firstly, his cock’s neediness and discharge seem to have dropped to a high, but still humanly possible, point. Second, some ink from the Dog card seems to have become embedded in his palm.

“Okay,” Eric says to himself. “Guess I can expect things to get equally extreme with whatever this card turns me into.” The thought frightens and thrills him in equal measure. Eric goes to bed excited to find out how the Dog card will change his life.

The next morning, Eric wakes up hard and leaking, just like he’s gotten used to the last few days. He considers masturbating, but that sounds so boring. No, he deserves to fuck someone, in the mouth or the hole.

“Get up here,” he texts Blair. He opens up his desk drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube that he bought at the start of the year. When he remembers the boy who bought it, little limp-dicked cut Eric, Eric finds himself sneering a bit. What a bitch that guy was.

Eric shakes his head violently. “What the hell?” he gasps. Whatever’s happening to him this time, it’s intense and fast. “I… That’s not me,” he tells the box. He has to keep in mind who he really is and resist these urges if he wants Blair to like him. He’s—

There’s a knock on his door before Eric can collect his thoughts. Startled, Eric struts to the door and opens it, realising at the last moment that he’s naked, his hard cock sticking straight out from his groin with a trickle of precum running down its length.

Blair looks sleepy and cute, Eric thinks in the back of his mind. “Good morning, handsome,” Blair says, his voice thick with sleep. “Gonna feed me breakfast again?”

“Gonna fuck you,” Eric grunts, grabbing Blair by his perky ass as he walks into the room.

Blair smirks in reply. “And what if I want to blow you?”

In response, Eric pulls down Blair’s flannel pyjama pants, making him squeal in surprise.

It’s hot and rough. Eric seems full of an energy he never knew he possessed. As he enters Blair—he barely needed any lube, his cock is so leaky—Eric feels pumped, swollen with masculine power. Blair, barely able to think as Eric slams into his prostate, watches in horny amazement as Eric’s skinny muscles thicken and define themselves with each thrust, until he cums, his shredded new body shuddering as he fills Blair up.

Barely looking at Blair, Eric pulls on a pair of shorts. He hears Blair open his mouth, probably to ask if they can get breakfast, or play video games, or something else boyfriend-y. Eric suddenly can’t stand the thought. “Sorry,” he says quickly. “Gotta go to the gym.”

“Oh,” says Blair, a bit crestfallen. He looks hot, lying on Eric’s bed with Eric’s copious load leaking out of his asshole. “Want to hang out later?”

“I dunno, man.” No. Eric suddenly knows he’s going out tonight.

Eric’s never been to the gym before, but he instinctively knows what to do. He hits chest and arms for an hour, then goes to pose in the changing room. Even with his defined new muscles and masculine shape, though, he suddenly thinks that he looks small. He looks weak.

Even though he knows his clothes used to be different, before being washed in his precum transformed it all into bro clothes, Eric’s happy with the way his new stuff shows off his body. He goes out to the closest gay club and dances the night away, facefucking a tiny twink he meets on the dance floor to get out a load. Somehow, Eric can’t imagine hooking up with a guy bigger than him.

Eric ignores Blair’s repeated texts all day Monday. Instead, he goes to the gym to hit back, then roams around campus with his shirt off, enjoying the late June sun. Some big fratty guys chuckle at the sight of a lean, short guy like Eric showing off his body, so Eric flips them off.

At this point, he notices that ink that stuck to his hand has spread further. It’s reached up his arm and started to edge onto his chest. On the underside of his wrist, where the tattoo started, is a snarling dog face. When he gets back to his dorm, Eric searches his whole body and grins when he finds a small banana tattoo forming just under one ear. The tattoos make him look badass!

On Tuesday, Eric doesn’t bother paying attention in class. His cock is getting pent up again, since he hasn’t dropped a load in a guy since Sunday night. Instead, he chats up some twinky bottoms on Grindr, feeling precum ooze from his half-chubbed cock as he tells them how slutty he’s gonna make them feel. He feels powerful, like he’s been riding a growing high since Sunday, even though every glance in the mirror makes him cringe at how small he looks.

That night, Eric invites the twinks over one by one. He grunts and groans in a deepening voice as he fills each one up with a thick load, hoping that all his neighbours will hear him and know what a man he is. Each time he cums, Eric feels his tatts spread a little further across his body, patterns sharpening with every thrust.

Eric makes up for not going to the gym on Tuesday by spending the whole day there on Wednesday, hitting a full body circuit like the beast he knows he is. When he spots a twink watching him from the treadmills, Eric winks at him and follows him into the changing room. They fuck in the shower, but when Eric walks out, letting his softening cock swing and shed drops of cum on the bathroom floor, a huge jock is standing at the sinks. Eric thinks he saw this guy at the front desk when he first arrived.

“That’s against the rules,” the jock grunts at Eric. “Gonna have to ask you to leave.”

“What are you, a homophobe?” Eric asks sharply, pulling his gym clothes back on. “I still have the rest of my workout to do.”

“Keep it out of the showers, bro,” the guy says. “Go fuck in your dorm like everyone else.”

At ‘everyone else’ Eric sees red. He’s not ‘everyone else.’ He’s better. He’s got the muscles, the manliness. He’s got the fucking magic cards! Eric throws a punch before he knows what he’s doing, and the jock goes down like a sack of flour.

Standing over him, Eric feels exhilarated. Yeah, that’s what happens when you question his manliness! Curling his lip at the guy, Eric leaves the locker room and continues his workout, hitting chest again.

As he does, though, Eric feels the high he’s been riding all week start to ebb. He just assaulted a guy! In the mirrors, Eric watches as the thick musculature he suddenly gained while fucking Blair shrinks down, becoming a taut, defined physique a few steps beyond where he was when he picked the card. It’s like he’s waking up from a trance, his head clearing. Eric still feels cocky, proud of his body, but he doesn’t feel quite so defensive and abrasive all of a sudden.

(thanks to @idesofrevolution for the inspo pic)

The jock’s back at the front desk when Eric finishes with his workout. His face looks a little bruised, but nothing like he just took a hit hard enough to knock him out. “Uh, hey, man,” Eric says, scuffing his shoe on the floor. He’s fighting his new personality traits just to apologise. “Sorry for, uh, punching you before.”

Surprisingly, the guy chuckles, continuing to work on something on the computer. “No worries, Eric,” he says. How does he know Eric’s name? “I know you’re kinda touchy. You didn’t hurt me.”

“I knocked you out!”

“What?” The jock looks up at Eric for the first time. “Bro, I know you’ve got, like, small man complex or whatever, but we were, like, play-wrestling. I know what your real punches feel like.” He laughs again and goes back to his work.

By the time he gets back to his dorm, Eric’s pretty sure he’s entered some kind of different reality. People are treating him strangely. To make sure, Eric opens up his conversation with Blair. He cringes at the number of messages Blair has sent that Eric’s left on read. “Hey bro,” Eric types out, “wanna come hang out?”

The “Yes!” arrives embarrassingly quickly, followed shortly after by Blair.

“Oh, did you just get back from the gym?” Blair asks, when Eric opens the door. “That’s really hot! Can I suck you off?” He’s suddenly right in Eric’s space, trying to take off Eric’s shirt and shorts at the same time.

Before he can think about it, Eric finds himself saying, “Sure, if you don’t mind tasting the twink I fucked in the shower.” Why did he say that?

But Blair just grins at him and sinks to his knees. “You know how to get me going.”

Eric doesn’t know why he avoided Blair all week. His mouth feels so good wrapped around Eric’s thickening cock, and he’s so good at opening his throat when Eric grabs his hair and starts to facefuck him. It's good to have a consistent fuck now and again.

After, Eric resists the urge to kick Blair out, and they end up chilling on Eric’s bed, playing some video games. “Sorry for blowing you off all week,” Eric finally says, after a long silence.

“No worries,” says Blair, surprising Eric again. “I know you need a good variety of guys to fill up or whatever.

Eric is absolutely sure something about the world changed in response to his card choice now.

Blair keeps talking. “You should invite me up next time you have a bunch of twinks over. I’d love to suck your balls or eat you out while you fill them up.”

Eric’s cock jumps and oozes a bit of precum at the thought.

The rest of the time until Saturday night, Eric figures out his new normal. He’s still high strung and defensive, and he goes to the gym almost every day. But he actually feels attracted to bigger guys again, and he can fight down his aggressiveness.

Having Blair back is great. On Friday night, Eric brings the jock he punched back to his dorm. Turns out, Aaron’s okay with gay sex as long as it’s not happening in the gym showers, and he’s a really needy bottom. While Blair fills Aaron’s mouth, Eric takes his ass.

On Saturday evening, Eric begs off spending the night with Blair again. “This has been a lot more sex than I’m used to,” he says. He wants to take some time picking his card tonight.

Blair acquiesces, but promises to come by on Sunday morning. “You’re not ignoring me for half a week again,” he tells Eric as he leaves. “I’ll come up here and suck you in the shower if I have to!”

It doesn’t sound like an idle threat.

As soon as Eric sits down to consider the box, it pops open, and he draws his cards. He spreads them on his desk to get a good look at his options for the week. He can’t wait to see how its symbol gets added to his tattoos.

The first card has a simple scene on it featuring a colourful rainbow. There’s some glitter stuck to the card as well, though Eric can’t tell if it was part of the card’s design or was added later. In the background, behind the rainbow, the lines of the landscape seem to come together somehow to create the sense of a scantily clad male body.

The second card shows a stylised drawing of a bull’s face. It looks stronger than Eric could ever imagine, and with his new gym habit, he can imagine a lot. He would bet that, if this bull’s face was attached to the body, it would be absolutely thick with muscle.

In the centre of the third card is a simple drawing of a clock. The hands are rushing around, and in the background Eric sees the faded outlines of things like weights, birthday cakes, and calendars. Could the cards have the power to change more than just Eric’s body?

Or vote here on strawpoll: https://strawpoll.com/xVg7j6wQznr.

See Eric's whole journey with the 1000 cards here.

Did your pick not win the vote? Send me an ask telling me what card Eric should have picked to see what could have happened.

#male transformation #mental change #muscle tf #reality change #male tf #1000 follower party #broification #gradual change #all fwkong

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 3 months

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hi, lately I have been thinking how long MLQC is gonna be on air, like, will I feel empty if suddenly my time, money and effort goes into nothing? makes me feels like I'm in nonstop running. what are your thoughts about it, the game will still last some years?

hello! you and i both know i don’t have an absolute/ definite answer to your question haha, so whatever i say in response, please do take it with a grain of salt :>

firstly, the answer will vary depending on which server you’re playing on. regarding the CN i.e., the og server, looking at all the events that are already on the calendar, it’s safe to say lovepro will definitely keep updating for a long time. even if papergames decides to end the main story at some point, they can still continue with the dating verse content, given that there’s been more than enough elements and foundations put in place in the past six years + paper has the money to keep the game running for as long as there’s demand in their market (just look at their crazy marketing for Love and Deepspace, the game’s not even been out for a month yet LOL). and the demand for lovepro will surely run for a couple more years down the road. after all, it’s no small feat being in the market for 6+ years and still having a secured spot in the CN big 4 otome games despite all the shiny new contenders that are constantly being released.

as for the global server aka MLQC, i won’t sugar-coat things. and honestly, the continuous revenue drop does worry me sometimes (coming from someone who logs into her global account only during events due to completionist complex lmao). it’s absolutely crazy to think how the global server lost its players almost overnight due to that fiasco. it’s really a shame, though, b/c despite as much grudge as i have against Elex, i must admit they seem to be trying pretty hard recently and unfortunately the efforts do go unnoticed. also that’s why i encourage people to spend on the game within their comfort limit, however little it may be.

and as for if you’d feel empty if it all suddenly goes into nothing — of course, i can’t tell you how to feel/ react. as for my personal feelings on the matter, while i do plan out my spending habits since i’m still a student and i’m not gonna gacha all my hard-earned money away LOL, but i don’t consider spending (or investing time for that matter) on something that’s made me happy or something i enjoyed a waste. think of it as something similar to buying movie tickets (which only have one time usage) or guilty midnight snack takeouts (a spur of the moment thing) – as long as you know your limits and have made peace with yourself, it’s easier to have the load off of your mind haha~ (⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠*⁠)💕

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#ask #mlqc #mr love queens choice #love and producer

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percywinchester27 · 11 months

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*Waves nervously* Hey, guys! It’s me... back again :)

Firstly, thank you so much for the kind messages. You folks are some of the sweetest peeps around, no kidding. I actually did make a long post explaining everything about a month back, but tumblr being tumblr glitched and the post was lost forever to the tumblr abys when I hit ‘post.’ I didn’t have it in me then to rewrite the whole thing. The gist of it is:

1. My grandmother passed away (That bit everyone knows because it was the last post I made)

2. Two days after that, I decided to mess up my life even more and end a ten-year-old kind-of relationship. People who have been following me for a while now would know about it.

3. College life got really, really hard all of a sudden. The academic pressure, unnecessarily severe HOD and crushing work burden basically left me with no time to write or be here.

4. This was my first time living by myself in a new city and I have no shame in admitting that I underestimated how much effort it is to keep yourself alive, pay the rent by yourself and adjust to living in a whole new city.

5. I got sick in the middle. Really sick. Lost 12 pounds kind of sick. It sucked.

Long story short, I feel like a different person from the one who posted the last chapter of ‘The New Mrs. Winchester.’ The girl who envisioned the story had fallen out of love long ago and clung to the series by making it a coping mechanism, to continue living in denial, afraid to spit out the words that would end the relationship. The reader in the series had a man who understood her trauma, and treated her the way she needed to be treated... and I didn’t have that in real life. The series had become an escape of sorts. But the more I wrote it, the more resentful I felt for what the reader had and what I didn’t. That’s never good, right? Starting to envy your own creation?

Then my grandmother passed. And you know that reckless self-destructive urge to wreck everything when even one thing goes wrong? Yeah, that’s what made me pick up the phone and end it. I did it by text because my voice wouldn’t hold and I couldn’t stop crying. I think I cried for hours in my tiny room. Then the next day I had to leave for a study trip so I didn’t even have the support of my friends... no shoulder to cry on. Back then, I thought I deserved to feel the pain, deserved to be alone and deal with it myself because I was hurting a good soul. It was a dark time. Everything seemed to be falling apart.

In the end, he was quite nice about it, and we ended it like two mature people with nothing but best wishes for one another. I hope he is happy in the country he wants to make his home.

It’s been five months since. I am doing so much better now. I have adjusted to the losses and recovered about ten pounds ;) I’ve also started seeing someone new. He’s very good to me :)

For the summer months, I’m back home. Agreed there’s a 45 hours a week internship, but I don’t have to fend for myself day in and day out. So, while there are no promises... I’ll do my best to get back to writing! I am hoping to get some of my writing inspiration back... So fingers crossed? ;)

If you’ve stuck around till here.... once again, thank you for not ditching my ass in the five months of radio silence. You guys are truly something.

Love always!

-Ana xoxo

#personal #hiatus end hopefully?#thank you so much for sticking around #y'all are awesome #about me

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hi I have a couple questions about the au. you can screenshot and answer seperately if a singular response would be too long lol

firstly, when and how did Vyrm realize his feelings for Grimm? I've kinda read betwern the lines that it happened pre-hibernation but I don't think you've ever elaborated on that

also when did he realize what Grimm's original intentions on their first meetings were? like as in how many years did it take Vyrm to figure that out? I need it cause I want to make one of those guys not realizing they are being flirted with memes

does Vyrm know of Grimm's and WL's past?

what did WL think of Grimm coming to the palace to visit Vyrm?

Hi! If it turns out too long I'll just put it under the divider, so no worry about that!

1 and 2 - There was a period of about 15 years between WL and Vyrm's separation and his hibernation, and during that time was when he eventually realized that what he felt for Grimm was love. Or rather, he finally found the most suitable word for how he felt around him - the two have been friends for decades at that point, and every time Grimm visited, Vyrm felt the most at ease and the happiest. He simply didn't figure out it was love because, well, he spent most of that time in a relationship that was supposed to be that of love and affection, but as we know, it was far from that. The problem was that he had no experience with love beforehand - ever since he was born, his idea of love was making the other happy even at the cost of his own happiness, and not expecting affection back. A constant race to avoid disappointing the other, with little to no reward in return. That's what his relationship with his mother was, and then later with WL.

So faced with someone who showed him that affection regardless of whether Vyrm even tried to make them happy was strange, confusing. It went completely against his idea of what love was, so it's not surprising that he struggled to realize that that's exactly what it was, that Grimm loved him, and that he loved Grimm. There's also the fact that he avoided thinking too much about his feelings towards others, since he wanted to remain faithful to WL, so he brushed off any suggestion that he felt something other than friendship towards Grimm. At that point he was still oblivious to it, convinced that there wasn't anything wrong with his marriage. Not to mention, while he had no problem with other bugs being in same-sex relationship, he never saw himself in that scenario. I mention it on his work in progress info page, but I see him as demi gay, so until he developed a close bond with Grimm, it was almost as if he felt no attraction to anyone whatsoever (even if he thought he did with WL, but again, no experience and a skewed idea of love came into play).

After WL left the palace, it left him in a confused state. Firstly, he was finally made aware that he was treated horribly and needed a lot of time to even process that. It was very difficult to come to terms with it, and it made him question everything. He needed a lot of time to process his thoughts before he even considered being in a relationship again, which happened years after the divorce. That's when he slowly started seeing Grimm in a new light. Not burdened by marriage and his irrational sense of guilt about the divorce, he slowly stopped rejecting the thoughts that came in waves every time he Grimm came to his mind. Granted, this all took a long, long time, he was very slow at figuring out his feelings, and Grimm's decision to give him distance to do so meant that their relationship didn't really progress that much, at least on the surface. What didn't help, was that Grimm was still simply visiting the palace, he wasn't a permanent presence in it, so Vyrm was left with his own feelings for the majority of time, with limited opportunity to do any significant progress. Sure, Grimm's visits became more frequent, but he would only stay in the palace for a few days before leaving again.

In the time before Grimm's visits, Vyrm tried reading some romance fiction he found in the libraries, in order to, for a lack of a better word, educate himself on love and romance. It opened his eyes to many things he never considered before, and as a result, he once again started looking at Grimm from a different perspective. What he once saw as friendly gestures, now gained a romantic or even suggestive undertone, and he would begin blushing in response to physical contact afterwards. To Grimm, that was a sign that Vyrm was slowly opening up to the idea of a relationship, but once again, he decided not to push it too much and let Vyrm figure things out at his own pace.

And with the new realizations, also came desire. He began noticing things about Grimm he didn't pay attention to before. His intense gaze that made Vyrm lose his train of thoughts, the shine on his torso that reflected the light of the palace, his neatly trimmed fur, especially around his abdomen and tail, the area Vyrm caught himself glancing at more and often, and so on. He didn't reject the thoughts that followed, though for a while he found them inappropriate, and that needed its own time to process. But more and more often, he started to feel that he needs him, and that yearning slowly began manifesting itself every time he thought about him. It's also when he finally realized what Grimm's intentions were all those years back. To answer that part of your question, I don't know how many years exactly, but they had known each other for decades at the point he put two and two together, so it definitely took him a long while.

It did make him question for a little bit whether Grimm only ever wanted to bed him, but those thoughts quickly went away the moment he remembered all those things Grimm did for him, the sight of his joyful interactions with Hornet, and all those moments Grimm was simply by his side whenever he needed him. No one's ever done that for him, no one showed him this much care, so why would he ever accuse Grimm of ill intent?

It all came to him slowly, but with each time Grimm visited, he became more and more convinced that he was in love. The problem was, he had no idea how to bring it up, and that delayed any possible confession further and further, until eventually the hibernation interrupted it before he was finally able to gain the confidence to tell Grimm.

3 - He is aware of it, yes. Grimm shared it at some point after they reunited, which I imagine came up when they were discussing Vyrm's previous relationship. It came as a bit of a surprise to Vyrm since WL herself never mentioned it, though he didn't think too much about it once he learned it was nothing but a casual fling. It was just a thing that happened in the past, but at least they had another thing in common.

4 - She wasn't exactly thrilled about it. Of course, since she knew Grimm and was aware of his promiscuous nature, she had some suspicions about his intentions towards her husband. She questioned Vyrm about the nature of his interactions with the troupe master, and he truthfully told her that they were simply discussing work and similar matters. She spent some time watching them from a distance, often sending some of her servants to spy on them, and they all confirmed Vyrm's words.

And they were true, again, at that point he and Grimm were just friends, and most of their interactions consisted of discussing Vyrm's workshop matters, the kingdom, Grimm's performances and so on. As I mentioned before, Grimm didn't push his feelings onto Vyrm, and simply enjoyed the platonic bond as a change of pace from his usual relationships. So WL really had no reason to suspect anything - even if Grimm occasionally flirted with Vyrm, it wasn't much different to how he talked to basically anyone else, and there was no response on Vyrm's part until after he separated with WL. So having received her confirmation that there was nothing going on between them, she decided to stop investigating and focus on kingdom matters instead. The infection came soon after, so she had more important things to worry about.

After the problem was (seemingly) solved, she was already aware of the distance created between her and Vyrm, arguments about their feelings on the vessel plan became common, so she wasn't even shocked at the suggestion of separating. Afterwards, she had some suspicion that perhaps Grimm played a part in it, but despite what she wanted others to believe, the guilt about her part in the vessel plan was still building up inside her. So when Vyrm mentioned that he was unhappy in their marriage for years, she was far more willing to self-reflect than look for someone else to blame. She came to the conclusion that even if Grimm had something to do with Vyrm's words, it was ultimately for the better. Despite how poorly she treated him, she did so unknowingly, Vyrm was surprisingly good at masking his pain, and she's always had issues with empathy. She did claim to love him, and she did, but just like Vyrm, she ended up realizing that her idea of love was wrong. So the separation was a wake-up call, and for that reason she ultimately can't hold a grudge towards Grimm, even if she often finds him insufferable.

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I realize I went a bit off topic with the last one, but I thought the yapping wouldn't be complete without exploring WL's character a little bit more in the process. I admit that she's a character I probably struggle with the most when it comes to personality, I still feel like there are inconsistencies in the way I write her. She's not a good person, but I don't see her as evil. To me, she's a fairly complex character, and I think pairing her mean aura with a very toxic idea of love is quite interesting. I view her as a distant plant-like creature, that fell in love, but wasn't built to do it properly. What love is to her, seems more like possessiveness to us. When she scolded Vyrm for acting in an improper manner, she did so with good intentions, at least in her mind. And I think this aspect of her is very engaging to think about, I just hope that it makes at least some sense to everyone else.

#ask stuff #feral pk au #save #fpk #vyrm #grimm #wl

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I love everything that you’ve written for F1 so far (you are just the most incredible writer, I could read all of the fics you’ve written a million times and never get bored) but you’ve truly outdone yourself with Where You Go, I Go!!!! I literally read chapter 2 like 4 times last week and I’ve just been counting down the days until I could read chapter 3 (but I pinky promise I do not mean that in a “write faster” kind of way, I mean it in a “I was excited that I audibly squealed when I saw you posted today” kind of way). And ABO is something that I hardly ever read. But you just do it SO well. I LOVE the world you’ve built. And this fic is just SO incredible. I wasn’t sure how you could top the first two chapters, but eek CHAPTER THREE. The way that Charles going into pre-heat prevented any questions about Max and his intentions from getting answered (the tension is buildingggg) and Pierre showing up and Charles getting claimed, oh my god every scene was incredible and I am SO EXCITED to find out where this is going, because I genuinely don’t know what to expect!!! Thank you so, so much for sharing this fic with us!!!

I am a different anon than before, but I was very interested in reading your response about if you found writing long fic to be daunting. Like prev anon, I am a numbers girl, so learning a little about your writing process/philosophy was super interesting!! I have another question if you don’t mind me asking- how do you decide on your posting schedule?! Although I would literally read this whole fic in one sitting, I do love the 1+ weeks between updates because I love getting excited for a new chapter and looking forward to it, but you said in the ask that you were already writing ch6, so I’m curious what made you pick the schedule you did!!

thanks again for sharing this fic with us, we are truly all so lucky to read it!!

ahhh!!!

well firstly I can't take the entire credit for this fic. @saiyanwitcher reached out to me after I wrote Give Me That Fire and offered to beta for me. As we were getting to know each other, she asked if I'd ever consider writing an Omegaverse fic, and I said yes, and here we are. But if there is any reason why this fic is better than the others, it's all because of her! She has spent so many hours brainstorming with me, proofreading, and pulling me back from the edge when I said "I want to do THIS" and she said "girl what" (she didn't really, everything I propose she says "alright, lets figure out how we can make that work").

I'm so delighted to hear you loved chapter 3! this whole fic is sooo different to anything I've ever written, but I LOVE exploring new themes and topics and ideas in fic - you'll never really catch me doing the same thing twice. pushing boundaries is what I love about fic, but it doesn't always pay off, so I'm SO happy to hear that people are loving this fic as much as they are.

as for your question ... which, firstly, like most artists I am extremely self involved, so talking about myself is like my fave thing to do lmao. I will answer literally ANY question you could ask.

but, posting schedule. after many years of trial and error while posting long fics, the thing I've found that works for me is that I need to have a fairly sizeable amount of the story in the can before I start posting. I usually like 5-6 chapters, but, more importantly, I want to know that I have the feel of the story before I start to post, because once I post I can't go back and change things. at about that 5-6 chapter mark, I know that I'm deep enough into a story that the plot is right, the characters are right, and the tone I'm using is right, and then I feel comfortable starting to release it out into the world.

from there, I post a chapter only when I finish a chapter. so I finished chap 6 on Tuesday, and then I worked on chap 3 on Wednesday, gave it to @saiyanwitcher to beta on Wednesday evening, and then by this morning she'd done a final check and I was okay to post.

my own personal goal is to write one chapter a week, with Wednesday being the day I'm always aiming towards. so this week I was actually a little later than my "schedule" because ch 6 was giving me a headache and it took longer to write than I wanted.

at this point, I know roughly how long it takes me to write one chapter for this story (a week), but I also know some of these chapters are harder to write than others so I HAVE to give myself some extra leeway (hence the maximum of 2 weeks).

I hope that kind of explained my thought process and as I said, I'm so happy to answer any questions!

#where you go i go #anon ask #lestappen fic

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electriczayre · 6 months

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Since there doesn't seem to be anything written for your Omori AU, how do all the other ex-Headspaceians differ from canon?

first of all i want to genuinely thank you for expressing interest in my silly little swap AU hehe ^^ this is giving me a great excuse to think about ISOLI again and make a few silly little things for it!!

I had some tidbits about ISOLI's main party that I made when I first started developing the AU, I just never officially posted any information I guess... This will be long so I'll put everything under the cut!

The most obvious change from a glance is the character's names and designs. Sweetheart and Spaceboy (who don't have any human counterpart and are instead based on fictional characters within Sunny's world) are now regular humans within the real world, and within headspace as part of Isoli's party. Sweetheart's name has been changed to Stephanie, and (Captain) Spaceboy's to Charlie! The Unbread Twins and Mikal already have Faraway Town counterparts, so those are used for them. Biscuit becomes Bowen, and Mikal becomes Michael. Doughie's name stays as Doughie because of a personal headcanon of them being nonbinary, so in the AU Doughie uses they/them pronouns, and they changed their name to Doughie as part of transitioning ^^

I talked about what Stephanie is like already, so I'll move onto Charlie

Firstly, Charlie is a trans boy! He's always hated being a girl, but doesn't feel comfortable talking much about it with his parents. He's asked his friends to treat him like a boy and of course they happily did so. Charlie loves anything and everything to do with outer space, and often talks about wanting to grow up to study and explore space. He's very intense with his emotions, but his friends help him manage them. He cares a lot about everything, which can be stressful! He may also have a small crush on Stephanie, but she doesn't reciprocate those feelings. They still have a friendly relationship, though, even if they don't always see eye-to-eye!

After Bowen's death and the 4 year time skip, Charlie's found new friends to help distract him from all the Pain And Suffering. Instead of the hooligans, we have human versions of some of OMORI's space pirates! I haven't developed this much yet, but the plan is that they LARP being an evil Space Pirate crew while causing trouble around town. Charlie hides his emotions behind his fiery anger now, but it wouldn't take much to make him crack and start to cry... Stephanie doesn't really understand why Charlie's decided to be so mean all the time now, and Charlie doesn't understand how Stephanie just seemingly moved on from everything that happened so quickly.

Doughie, Bowen, Michael, and Sunny are all family - though Sunny is adopted, while the other 3 are blood related.

Doughie always wanted to pursue a medical degree growing up, but felt somewhat pressured to go into the family bread business (quite literally the opposite of Hero in OMORI!). They're a bit silly, but always seem a bit melancholy even when supposedly happy or content. They've also designated themself as the responsible one of the group, making sure that everyone stays out of trouble. After Bowen - their twin brother - died, they were extremely emotionally distraught, and abandoned their dream of becoming a doctor in order to fill the shoes of the next up in line for the bread business.

The death of Bowen also split the family apart due to stress, with the parents becoming estranged but choosing to still work together for the sake of the business. The dad lives with Doughie and Michael, while the mom took Sunny and moved into an available house in Faraway. The parents get the space they need, while also being close enough to keep the business running. This was also supposed to keep the siblings in contact, but then Sunny isolated for 4 years...

Bowen doesn't have too much information (besides being dead). He planned to go into the bread business because he genuinely loved it, and he's more of a gentle sweet soft guy type than in canon where he's sorta just a Wet Napkin in Headspace and a parrot to Daphne in Faraway. His siblings loved him, Charlie loved him, Stephanie loved him.

Which leads us to Michael... Oh, Michael. He's much more of a nervous wreck in this AU than in canon. He saw Sunny accidentally kill Bowen, recognized it as an accident, and panicked because he didn't want his brother and best friend to get in big trouble. So he helped Sunny cover it up. He feels sad and a little betrayed that his parents split apart and Sunny chose to isolate himself with his mom instead of everyone working it all out as a family. But he can't be mad, not when he feels this is all his fault. He doesn't wear a wig, but he does bleach his hair blond. In headspace, he's probably a bit of a rambunctious kid.

#OMORI #OMORI game #OMORI AU #OMORI swap AU #OMORI ISOLI AU #electricanswers

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safetycar-restart · 3 months

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I loved your thoughts on sub Fabio getting his medal! Fabulous!

So formal occasions for our lovely motogp boys in ds au...

Obviously, there's the end of year gala. And the boys' collective struggles with formalwear were so delightfully shown in the amazon doc.

So dom dressing them obviously, either in comfort or jubilation? Like it's hours since the last race of the season, emotions! But instead of ties and bow ties, it's formal collars. The kind they can't wear to a race.

Does the champion get a new collar (pick any or all for your choice of champ)? Are the collars sparkly perhaps? Who has a shibari costume (since this is ds au that must be at least minor fashion trend)? Who have the most intricate shibari underneath the costume? Also like other fun things underneath the clothes, so many options.

Who preferred to have a nice spanking between the race and gala?

Who sneaks of during the gala?

Like for the boys dom is coming of course but which boy's dom was surprised by this?

Also after party shenanigans. Who sneaks away as soon as politely possible?

Also re 2022 after party, does Fabio's dom have opinions on accidental drunk setting peoples hair on fire? Like time to take sweetest, drunkest baby boy home and in the morning fuck him dry? And of course cuddle and pet him. But no more fire for him 😁

Who leave the party latest and stumbles back, half leaning on dom stumble back to bed all the while extolling their doms many virtuous?

Who's private afterparty is a week long scene?

Anyway hope you enjoy these and give a shout if you want thoughts on the boys and being wedding guest 😁

Cheers 🏍 anon

🏍 anon you are one of my favourite people on earth oh my god. So firstly, PLEASE share your thoughts on the boys at weddings! This is not a want this is a NEED. And secondly, I love all these thoughts lets discuss!

END OF YEAR GALA:

I definitely think you'd be choosing their clothes! And I love the idea of having formal collars or special collars for formal events? That's so cute and perfect for this AU.

I think for Marc, maybe you gift him a new collar at the end of every season? It becomes a tradition between you two, and maybe the first year that Marc doesn't win a championship he thinks you won't get him a new special collar? But then of course you do and he ends up just sobbing because he realises the collar was never a gift for winning, it was a gift for being your good boy for an entire season, irrelevant of his performance.

For Fabio, you choose his collar, of course. But for the rest of his outfit, it's less you choosing it and more you trying to figure out what fabio secretly wants to wear but won't admit to so that you can encourage him to wear that. Fabio has a pretty out there fashion sense but he always gets shy with formal events, so you have to figure out what he genuinely wants to wear and then encourage that. Even if it's hideous, you still encourage it because it will make him happy.

In terms of coming with them to the gala, I think Enea would be the most surprising? We said that you only became his dom last season when he joined Ducati, and of course he spent so much of that season injured that you were barely on the track with him and instead mostly helped him in his recovery.

You really don't expect to get asked to come to the gala with him, because you've only been his team dom for a year it's not like you've collared him or anything. But for Enea, there's no way he would have gotten through the season without you. It's a no brainier that you come with, and he won't accept no for an answer.

GALA SHENANIGANS:

I definitely think Marc would sneak out as soon as politely possible, he had the season from hell and all he wants now is to finally relax with his dom and enjoy his new pretty collar. He spends the entire gala waiting for it to end and at his first opportunity, he's out of there immediately.

And then the week long post season scene begins. Marc falls into subspace on the plane back to Spain, just so happy to finally not have to worry about racing for a while that just holding him on the plane is enough to make him slip. He stays that way for days, getting the good rest he so desperately needed.

As for who sneaks off during the actual gala... Jorge. It's Jorge. You knew before you even arrived at the gala that you'd have a hand down his pants before you two even got to the car. He's just insatiable, and he blames it on seeing you all dressed up but you know the truth: he's just a horny little bastard.

Bez is the one who ends up leaving last, stumbling and leaning against you. He doesn't just babble about how much he loves you, he shouts it. He's a loud, clingy, happy drunk and you get all of that affection, as does anyone who happens to walk by. Poor Pecco just came to say goodnight and ended up on the floor with bez on his lap, shaking him and babbling about how much he loves you. Oh and he also gets very horny so you have to drag him home before he gets arrested for public indecency. He WILL openly hump you if you don't get him out of there.

The video of fabio lighting the dude's hair in fire is fucking hilarious, it's one of my favourite fabio moments ever. Firstly, I definitely think that when fabio drinks you have to his babysitter. Which is perfectly fine with you because he's your best boy and he deserves to have fun.

But yes once he accidentally set someone's hair on fire it was definitely time to call it a night. And he honestly had no problem with that? Even when very drunk, all fabio wants is to be a good boy so when you tell him it's time to go home, he immediately nods and lets you lead him out because he's a good boy!

Oh and Alex M skips the afterparty entirely. He was supposed to go, but he went back to the hotel with you to change before the party and he just... never came back. He had more important things to do (get fucked into the mattress).

#d/s au #sub!fabio #sub!marc #sub!marco #sub!Alex m #am #mm #fq #mb #nsfw.#gn!reader #🏍

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ROXANA (Chapter 79)

*E/N: The forward slashes in Scene Two “ / … / ” denote a flashback (either Roxana thinking about a previous occurrence, or a direct excerpt from an earlier chapter).

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After a while, Cassis quietly shut the curtains and left the room.

“Brother!”

Sylvia appeared to have been waiting for him. “Has she woken up? Can I go in to see her?” Her eyes were shining and curious- she had been desperate to meet Roxana since Cassis told her about his stay at House Agriche three years ago.

“In a while. She’s still sleeping.”

Sylvia looked disappointed, but soon smiled and stepped forward. “Then I’ll go prepare some flowers for when she awakens. It would be a nice welcome present!”

Cassis regarded his sister with warmth, and hoped that in time, Roxana would be able to smile with that much brightness.

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“Sigh…” Roxana let out a breath. The warm water both relaxed and invigorated her body, releasing all the exhaustion she had accumulated from sleeping for so long.

It was the first time she had rested so much, and she wondered if it had made up for all those years of missing sleep.

Roxana looked around- the bathroom was as spacious and tidy as the bedroom she was in, and subtle, floral scent of Sylvia’s flowers had permeated the entire space. Roxana remembered the face that Sylvia had made when they’d met just a while ago- those innocent eyes, that wide smile.

‘Flowers seem to brighten my mood,’ Sylvia had said. She had been so friendly, in fact, that Roxana felt as though they had been friends for a long time.

‘I wanted to pick the prettiest flower in the garden, but their beauty seems to have faded in the face of yours!’ She laughed, bright and cute, and Roxana was rendered speechless.

Suddenly, Sylvia stopped. ‘Oh! I’m sorry!’ She sounded embarrassed. ‘I was in such a hurry that I forgot to introduce myself. But I was at the reunion meeting this time-!’

‘Sylvia.’ The name had slipped out of Roxana’s mouth.

Sylvia’s smile grew brighter.

In the original novel, Sylvia was not a girl who harboured such unspoilt joy and youthfulness- or at least not at this point in the novel. After all, it was a tragic novel, and as it progressed, her purity and brightness depleted dramatically- from the time she heard the news of Cassis’ death, up until the time she executed her revenge.

However, seeing Sylvia’s lively person made Roxana feel… strange. It felt similar to watching a more mature Cassis after three years of no contact. Still, it brought her slight relief.

She thought about Sylvia age- the same as Jeremy’s- before sinking her entire body into the water to stop her thoughts from drifting.

The sun had already set by the time Roxana finished bathing. She covered herself in a robe and sat on the sofa, falling asleep almost immediately.

Soon after, the feeling of someone moving her body woke her up. “What are you doing?” She said in unconscious defence.

“You should rest on the bed,” Cassis said as his face entered Roxana’s vision. How long have I been sleeping?

“Are we at House Pedelian?”

“Yes.”

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Eventually, the two ended up having late dinner as Cassis requested. However, Roxana still didn’t have an appetite, so she opened her mouth haphazardly at intervals and fiddled with the spoon in her hand.

“Your sister seemed happy to see me.”

“I’m not surprised.” Roxana couldn’t glean anything from Cassis’ lukewarm response, but she could see his eyes soften.

She had been surprised by how welcoming Sylvia was, and began wondering about what Cassis had told her about Roxana. Should I thank Cassis for speaking well of me?

But it didn’t matter, anyway- she was more concerned with where she was currently. I’ve just followed Cassis to House Pedelian for now, but I don’t think it’s going to be my residence for long.

“It’s quiet here. Is there no one living in this house?”

“It’s an annex for guest accommodation. We don’t really use it.”

There were probably two reasons for Roxana’s placement in the annex. Firstly, because she held a substantial and borderline uncontrollable amount of poison within her, and secondly, because she was an Agriche.

Of course, while Cassis brought her back to house Pedelian without hesitation, there was obviously a need for him to be careful about his behaviour now.

With that thought, Roxana glanced over at Cassis. In turn, he hardened his eyes.

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honestly, palm can sometimes be fairly accused of having his world revolve around nueng too much, but i do not think this is one of those situations at all. when you are a couple, you do plan things together. it doesn't mean that you're only thinking of the other person or not taking yourself into consideration, it just means that you are mindful of the fact that there is someone else apart from you that is now permanently in your life, and you don't make life-changing decisions without considering that fact.

there is nothing wrong with palm deciding to move to bangkok upon realizing their relationship would have to stay long-distance if he lived at the resort, which is something palm doesn't want, meaning that, while making that decision, he was thinking of his own wishes too, or maybe even primarily of his own wishes. he wants to be where his boyfriend is, and he made some rearrangements for it. and the fact that he would have planned differently if he knew nueng wouldn't be in bangkok for another two or however many years is also not indicative of him thinking of nueng only. because this is really just about palm's wishes of wanting to be with nueng being crushed rather than a life that he planned "for" nueng being crushed.

frankly, if he were only thinking of nueng, he wouldn't be so upset at this new development - he'd just instantly and excitedly support him in this new endeavor and go on waiting for him like a puppy. but he's not doing that. he's thinking of what he wanted, which was a happy settled life with his partner, for which he planned, and which now hangs in the air because his partner decided to postpone that without telling him (and, to be fair, he himself also hid the fact that he was making rearrangements for their joint future that was meant to come very soon, which is also not ok).

so really, this conflict is about two things.

firstly, it is about a certain lack of communication, which doesn't necessarily come from a bad place, but which needs to be worked on. nueng needs to take a page from my school president's tinn's book with his brave and incredibly mature approach of "i will put this fact out on the table, even if it is hard to say and can potentially hurt the other person" because - believe me nueng - hiding it eventually leads to much more hurt than dealing with it immediately. as for palm, i do think his secret is less offensive in this case, because he was absolutely sure that he and nueng were on the same page about their future, so it was more of a fun surprise kind of thing. however, palm dear, moving to a different city to start planning a future with another person is still too big a decision to equate it to a surprise birthday party and not talk about it beforehand.

but in connection with that, the second thing this conflict is about is them having different priorities and different outlooks on life in general, at least at the moment.

nueng sees their relationship as a separate entity, which is why he talks about their love and their future not just as things that are separate from each other, but things that can actually stand in the way of one another.

palm sees their relationship as an inherent part of their future. to him, the idea of their love being an obstacle to their future doesn't make any sense then, because something that is a for-sure-thing inside of that future literally can't be an obstacle to it. so what nueng is saying sounds to palm like he just doesn't see him as a part of his future, while palm is very much planning his own future around their relationship.

in fact, that conversation at the end is where we see palm falling back into his unhealthy habits of fully prioritizing nueng.

the reason why palm has this habit in the first place is because of every traumatic event that he's been through where not only was nueng's life in actual danger, but it was also literally dependant on palm. so whenever something like that happens again, it quite literally triggers palm to act like nueng is the most if not the only important thing in life (he metaphorically disregards his own wellbeing by jumping in front of the bullet directed at nueng so nueng would be fine).

and even though nueng tries to compromise (which i appreciate), i do not think it is enough. because again, i do not think that it is unhealthy of palm to build his life around his future together with nueng. his main priority is simply his romantic relationship and consequently future family. that seems pretty normal to me. but at the moment nueng's main priority is clearly his education and career (also fine btw), and that is - for the lack of a better term - a conflict of interest that cannot be resolved with one conversation, especially when its conclusion is essentially "idk i guess i can figure something out".

and if they are going to explore it further (which i hope they do, because if they for real think that conversation resolved the issue then wtf), i think it is truly a good step towards ending palm's past unhealthy habits of not taking his own wishes into consideration. because - again - him prioritizing his relationship with nueng over other things doesn't automatically mean him disregarding himself. and in fact, the future that he is planning with nueng mixed with the fact that he initially didn't just silently and obidiently accept nueng's sudden change of plans means that he is finally seriously thinking about what he wants, which just happens to be a settled life with nueng.

and that's one of the main things i want to see since we are getting a chance to revisit these characters. the new obstacles they've set up are good too and i want to see them dealing with the differences in future plans and current priorities as well as not communicating well enough, all of which can even be traced back to the original drama. but the main issue i think we were left with after the end of never let me go, which was not sufficiently explored (in my opinion), was palm sometimes entirely disregarding himself in favor of nueng. and i want to finally see them put an end to it. for good.

#never let me go #our skyy 2 #archer watches our skyy 2 #our skyy 2: ep 1 #archer's meta

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I’ve been doubting if Paul truly loved John recently. Like maybe he’s just saying he did or convincing himself he did. This has been troubling me so could you try and convince me otherwise?

Hiya anon! As a firm believer that Paul did love John (regardless of how one interprets the nature of that love), Im very happy to have a go at convincing you otherwise! Not sure if I’ll be able to, but I hope this post will come as some assistance.

Its a little hard to tackle your question given that Im not sure what’s swayed you to believe that Paul only pretends to himself/the public that he loved John—perhaps its just a vibe you get from him, perhaps there’s more reasoning behind it etc.—but here are some things that convince me of his authenticity:

Firstly, there’s the actual breakdown of the relationship between the two. Paul was clearly heartbroken by the bands breakup, and to me, this speaks to someone being personally affected. Its not just that his groups broken up and he’s lost and doesn’t know which direction his life’s about to take, but even more-so in my opinion, its that he’s lost a close friend. He’s been pushed away and out of someones life, and seemingly he can’t understand why that is; he’s unsure what exactly went wrong (“what petty crime was I found guilty of?”). One of my favourite passages written on the Beatles comes from Mark Hertgaards biography, where he writes about The Long And Winding Road, and I’d like to share it cause I always find it rather moving:

…unlike his earlier songwriting persona, McCartney now seemed to accept that life did not always get better. What’s more, his lyrics again seemed to invite the speculation that he was, at least in part, singing to John. “You left me standing here / A long, long time ago” went one especially wounded line. Even more plaintive was the plea, “Don’t leave me waiting here.” But if one listened very carefully to that line, it seemed to be followed by Paul singing in the background, “It’s too late,” an apparent acknowledgment that he and John could never return to the miraculous state of grace they had shared for so many years. […] the dream was ending by then, and all the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put it back together again. — A Day in the Life: the music and artistry of the Beatles by Mark Hertsgaard

But then there’s Pauls own commentary on the subject. The breakup took an emotional-toll on him, evidenced by the depression that ensued for him in 1969:

[The band] mattered plenty to McCartney. He and Linda went off to a farm in Campbeltown, Scotland, where McCartney drank too much, slept late into the afternoons, and then drank some more. He’d always enjoyed a drink or a joint. […] But now, he said, “there was no reason to stop.” He was depressed. “The job was gone, and it was more than the job, obviously—it was the Beatles, the music, my musical life, my collaborator,” he told me. “It was this idea of ‘What do I do now?’ ” — “Paul McCartney Doesn’t Really Want to Stop the Show” by David Remnick for The New Yorker (11 October 2021) via @thecoleopterawithana (x)

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McCartney has since admitted that he “almost” had a nervous breakdown in the period when it became clear to him that The Beatles were collapsing. From the outside, there appears to have been no "almost" about it. Paul's sleepless nights were spent shaking with anxiety, while his days, which he was finding harder and harder to face, were characterised by morning drinking sessions and self-sedation with marijuana. And so, for him, the beginning of the home sessions for what would become McCartney were essentiallv music as therapy.

“Yeah, I think you're right,” he says today. “It got very heavy. It had been so painful, emotionally, to be splitting up with your mates…” — Paul McCartney via Mojo: The Collectors Series: Paul McCartney, 2021

At other times, he also makes note of how difficult that breakup was for him in likening it to a divorce, of which he’s hesitant to speak about because these things hurt. It wasn't a nice period of his life, and understandably he's reluctant to focus-in too on the times where his relationship with John was fraught with conflicts:

“I always liken [the breakup] to like a divorce, y’know, and you uh…somebody wants to talk about your ex wife and stuff and you don’t wanna talk about it, you wanna take your head somewhere else, cause its been— its painful. It’s pretty painful that, y’know as I say, just the rug being pulled from underneath you. — Paul McCartney on The Today Show, c. 1984 (x)

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‘It’s just like divorce. It’s that you were so close and so in love that if anyone decides to start talking dirty—great, then Pandora’s box is open. That’s what happened with us. In the end it was like, “Oh, you want to know the truth about him? Right, I’ll tell you.

Obviously, I go over this ground in my mind. I was one of the biggest friends in [John’s] life, one of the closest people to him. I can’t claim to be the closest, although it’s possible. It’s contentious, but I wouldn’t…I don’t need that credit. But I was certainly among the three or four people who were closest to him in his life, I would have thought, and obviously it was very hurtful. […] Actually it was really nice [that] after John died, Yoko was quite kind in telling me that he did really love me. Because it looked like he didn’t.’ — Paul McCartney, interview w/ Anthony DeCurtis for Rolling Stone: The Paul McCartney interview. (November 5th, 1987) via @amoralto (x)

Then there’s his attempts to reconcile with John across the years. It doesn’t seem to me that Paul was only attempting these reconciliations with John with for the purposes of reuniting the band, because he appeared to be doing fine with Wings and his solo career, plus the issue with the group back together wasn’t just between him and John.

So when he’s reaching out to John in the 70s, trying to make amends with him, I doubt it was with the sole intent of Reliving The Glory Days. I think he just cared for John and valued their relationship—and although things were never going to be the same as they were in the 60s, that doesn’t mean they had to go no-contact. Here’s some extracts where he talks about that love he had for John:

“…And then with ‘Dear Friend’, that’s sort of me talking to John after we’d had all the sort of disputes about The Beatles break up. I find it very emotional when I listen to it now. I have to sort of choke it back. I’m not going to cry in front of all you lot though! [Paul gestures to the five of us in the room sitting on the edge of our seats, captivated by the story!] But, for me, it is a bit like that. I remember when I heard the song recently, listening to the roughs [remastering works-in-progress] in the car. And I thought, ‘Oh God’. That lyric: ‘Really truly, young and newly wed’. Listening to that was like, ‘Oh my God, it’s true!’ I’m trying to say to John, ‘Look, you know, it’s all cool. Have a glass of wine. Let’s be cool.’ And luckily we did get it back together, which was like a great source of joy because it would have been terrible if he’d been killed as things were at that point and I’d never got to straighten it out with him. This was me reaching out. So, I think it’s very powerful in some very simple way. But it was certainly heartfelt.” — Paul McCartney on Dear Friend, You Gave Me The Answer - Celebrating 50 years of Wings and ‘Wild Life’ (c. 2018) (x)

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Well, I’m sure Brian was in love with John, I’m sure that’s absolutely right. I mean, everyone was in love with John; John was lovable, John was a very lovable guy. — Paul McCartney via Linda McCartney: A Portrait by Danny Fields (2000)

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Sitting beside him on stage, Muldoon suggested to McCartney that what came across in their conversations, despite the occasional “wobble” in the relationship, was McCartney’s love for Lennon. “It’s very true,” said McCartney. “You say that I loved him and as 17-year-old Liverpool kids you could never say that. It just wasn’t done. So I never really said, ‘John, love you mate’ I never got around to it so now it’s great to realise how much I love this man.” — Roisin Ingle, ‘Paul McCartney on loving John Lennon, the Beatles break-up and his Irish family’, The Irish Times, 2021 (x)

But then what sticks out in my mind the most about Pauls relationship with John, is the amount of sympathy Paul had (and still has) for him. Of course there’s things John said or did that hurt him, but he still retains a level of understanding of both who John fundamentally was as a person, and what drove John to do those hurtful things:

I always find myself wanting to excuse John’s behaviour, just because I loved him. It’s like a child, sure he’s a naughty child, but don’t you call my child naughty. Even if it’s me he’s shitting on, don’t you call him naughty. That’s how I felt about this and still do. I don’t have any grudge whatsoever against John. I think he was a sod to hurt me. I think he knew exactly what he was doing and because we had been so intimate he knew what would hurt me and he used it to great effect. I thought, Keep your head down and time will tell. And it did, because in the Imagine film, he says it was really all about himself. — Paul McCartney via Many Years From Now by Barry Miles (x)

This extract from Miles’ biography has always been, and always will be, one of my favourite quotes from Paul. He recognises here that in the past, John did do a lot of hurtful things and did do wrong by him at times. But it’s not an attempted character assassination, because he’s not saying these things with the sole motivation to damage Johns image—he’s saying them because they’re apart of the reality of their relationship. It wasn’t always perfect, and the two by all means had their downfalls, but it was still always underpinned by an affection.

Whether Paul recognises the severity of Johns mental illness issues is subject to question, but I think he’s made it abundantly clear over the years that he does recognise that John was somebody who was hurting. He was struggling, he was insecure, and that drove him to behave in a way that could be described guarded—but Paul isn’t without sympathy for him. He recognises these issues John had, and it seems he’s been able to reconcile the ways in which these issues often manifested themselves in Johns relationships—through hostility, acerbic wit etc.—with his acceptance that beneath it all, John did care for him.

Within this need to know that he was in fact loved by John, I think we can draw that its a matter of importance because when we love someone else, we want that sentiment to be returned; to love and to be loved:

John had a lot to guard against and it formed his personality; he was a very guarded person. I think that was the balance between us: John was caustic and witty out of necessity and, underneath, quite a warm character when you got to know him. I was the opposite, easygoing, friendly, no necessity to be caustic or biting or acerbic but I could be tough if I needed to be…The partnership, the mix was incredible. We both had submerged qualities that we each saw and knew. We would] never have stood each other for all that time if we'd just been one-dimensional. —Paul McCartney via Many Years From Now by Barry Miles

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‘When we were younger, we used to swear a lot more…I’ve still had periods when I’ve sworn…It’s bravado, trying to be cool, man. John always had a lot of that bluster, though. It was his shield against life.

He’d say, “My dad left home when I was three, and my mother got run over and killed by an off-duty policeman outside the house, and my Uncle George died. Yeah, I’m bitter.” He told me once he thought he was a curse on the male line of the family because his dad had run away, and then he went to live with Auntie Mimi and Uncle George. Then George, whom he’d really liked, died. His mum was run over after she’d visited him, while walking to the bus stop down the street where he lived. He idolised her. Just having to accommodate all that would make you want to put up a few defences. The point is that most people don’t tend to show their emotions unless they are in private, but deep down, people are emotional, and all I’m really saying in this song is, “Love isn’t silly at all.”’ — Paul McCartney on Silly Love Songs in The Lyrics, 2021 (x)

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‘[Sarcastically] “you know, Lennon was the hardest sort of guy” John was not hard. John was a baby. A lovely little baby, John was. […] John had one of the biggest fronts—but then if you look at Johns history, father leaving home at three et cetera, this is a boy growing up on his own, so many insecurities, I can totally sympathise. Particularly now at this age, now that I’ve got kids and I can see what kind of stuff does to kids, boy can I see what it did to John.’ — Paul McCartney on NBC today via @sgt-paul (x)

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‘I mean a song like ‘Help!’, I remember sitting down and writing this with John, and he’d come up with the uh…“when I was younger, so much younger…” and I suddenly realised ‘okay, so we’re talking about an insecurity thing—but this is great, it’s a song!’. And once we’d finished it we were very happy with it, but it was only later when I thought ‘wow, you know what, that was a real cry for help. He really meant it.’ And there were so many things like that about Johns life that, you know I could really sympathise with.’ — Paul McCartney in interview with Howard Stern, 2020 (x)

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John was going through a lot of pain when he said a lot of that stuff, and he felt that we were being vindictive towards him and Yoko. […] But we were actually quite supportive. Not supportive enough, you know; it would have been nice to have been really supportive because then we could look back and say, Weren’t we really terrific? But looking back on it, I think we were OK. We were never really that mean to them, but I think a lot of the time John suspected meanness where it wasn’t really there. — Paul McCartney in interview w/ Chris Salewicz, 1986 (x)

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That was John; just a jealous guy. He was a paranoid guy. And he was into drugs…heavy. He was into heroin, the extent of which I hadn’t realised till just now.

It’s all starting to click a bit in my brain. I just figured, “Oh, there’s John, my buddy, and he’s turning on me.” He once said to me, “Oh, they’re all on the McCartney bandwagon.” Things like that were hurting him, and looking back on it now I just think that it’s a bit sad really.

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I’m beginning to think it wasn’t all my fault. I’m beginning to let myself off a lot of the guilt. I always felt guilty but looking back on it I can say okay, let’s try and outline some things. John was hurt; what was he hurt by? What is the single biggest thing that we can find in all our research that hurt John? And the biggest thing that I can find is that I told the world that the Beatles were finished. I don’t think that’s so hurtful. — Paul McCartney, interview w/ Chris Salewicz for Musician: Tug of war �� Paul McCartney wants to lay his demons to rest. (October, 1986) via @amoralto (x)

Now, I can only guess as to why one might think Paul didn’t love John, but perhaps what you’re getting at anon with saying “maybe he’s just saying he did or convincing himself he did”, is that following an untimely death people are expected to express their love of that individual. And even detracting from PR, if someone were close to dies, we’re probably going to want to believe that we did genuinely love and care for them (because no one wants feel like a complete sociopath). Given that Paul has often paired his commentary on his love for John, following his death, with reflections on his inability and regret about not expressing this to him while he had the chance to, it could be suggested that this is largely just a PR-thing (i.e ‘if he loved him so much, why didn’t he didn’t he tell him that when he was alive?’).

But honestly, I very much doubt that’s the case. I can’t speak for Pauls own experiences in friendship, but I know that Ive rarely, if ever, told my friends/family I love them. It’s just not something that comes up regularly, and it's not something Id feel comfortable saying. And I think that’s the case for most people—I mean, it’s easy to miss those opportunities in which we could have told someone we loved them, because we take for granted the belief that they’ll always be here. We assume they’ll be here tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that and so on. And even when we do say the things we want to say, there’s still the question of whether it came across clearly or sincerely enough.

There was no way Paul could have ever prepared himself for losing John that suddenly (whereas with someone like George, he was at least given time to reconcile). So it doesn’t surprise me that, to this day, he is so emphatic about his affection for John—especially when we account for the assumption people had from things like Lennon Remembers or the Let It Be documentary which suggested there was only ever hostility between them:

"Y’know, as sixteen year old, seventeen year old Liverpool kids, you could never say that—it just wasn’t done. Um, so I never did. I never really just said ‘John, love you man’, y’know, I just never got round to it. So now, it is great to just realise…how much I loved this man." — Paul McCartney discussing The Lyrics w/ Samira Ahmed, 2021 (x)

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“I never got to straighten things out like I would have liked to. But ah, what I have to take as my consolation–I’ll take anything I can get–…really the biggest consolation was that the last phone call we had together was really good. It was very warm; we were talking about kids, talking about hats, about his Aunt Mimi, and stuff that I could relate to….he was really very warm. And I kind of realised that even if we’d been bitching and stuff in public we still had affection for each other and I was pleased to know that. And I know Yoko later rang me up and said ‘look, you know, he did love you’. [Paul looks pained and fidgets with his ear.] So you know, you grab anything you can get. I know he did (love me); I know he came close to ‘love/hate;’ any strong relationship’s got that in it, I think. It’s a pity; be nice for everything to be wonderful smooth all the time, but it seems to be life, doesn’t it.” — Paul McCartney, c. 1980s, via @maclen100 (x)

The processes of grief and retrospect I think have encouraged him to value smaller details of their time together, aspects which otherwise could have been overlooked in the face of hostility. Despite the conflicts that developed between the two, love and affection was always there at the very core of their relationship. And in the end, that love is paramount to all else.

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Anyway, I wasn’t sure how to incorporate some extra things I came across while collecting these quotes, but I thought Id just throw in a little bonus for anyone who loves reading up on the happier side to their relationship as much as I do!:

John’s relationship with Paul always seemed warm and genuine during the 1964-66 tours. If there was any resentment simmering between the two in the Beatles’ heyday, it was certainly disguised. But all the time I spent with the boys touring America, I never witnessed anything between the two of them that even bordered on dislike, mistrust, backbiting, or malevolence. In fact, during the last filmed interview that Lennon and McCartney ever gave together, which I had the honor (unknown at the time) of conducting in 1968, the two of them seemed–despite the rumours that were already swirling–committed to each other as musicians and human beings. — Lennon Revealed by Larry Kane

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“One of the nicest moments I remember from those years was when John said he liked ‘Here, There And Everywhere’ better than any of his songs at the time—there were those little things.” McCartney, after all, possessed the musical capacity to make people’s hearts sing. Lennon would also have relished the chance to thank McCartney for the love within the music which he gave to the world. He may not have conceded as much at the time, but it was also a pleasure for Lennon to hear McCartney sing. — Come Together: Lennon & McCartney in the Seventies by Richard White

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“I was very good at sarcasm myself. I could really keep up with John then. If I was in a bad enough mood, I was right up there with him. We were terrific then. He could be as wicked as he wanted, and I could be as wicked, too.” — Paul McCartney, Playboy interview, 1984 via @aceonthebase (x)

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‘No matter what’s happened, even though John’s dead, I don’t feel like we are ever gonna be apart. I think we’re a part of each other’s lives, we’re a part of each other’s karma, man! And, you know, there’s something kind of deeper than all the business troubles we went through. They were real enough! But… nah, I think through all of that stuff, there was always the John who would put down his glasses and he’d say: “It’s only me.” And that was it, I’d know what he meant! ‘Ya, it’s only Johnny! It’s only Lennon, he’s only having a laugh with us, it’s just a joke, really.’ There was always that feeling that at the bottom of things, no matter how bad it got - fights, sort of slanging matches, or anything - we still kinda liked each other. [Here Today starts playing].’ — ‘In My Life: Lennon Remembered’ interview w/ Simon Mayo, 1990 via @pizzaandfairytales (x) (x)

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This performance of Here Today sent to me by the wonderful @royaltyisshe64 :)

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“I didn’t hate John. People said to me when he said those things on his record about me, you must hate him, but I didn’t. I don’t. We were once having a right slagging session and I remember how he took off his granny glasses. I can still see him. He put them down and said, ‘It’s only me, Paul.’ Then he put them back on again, and we continued slagging…That phrase keeps coming back to me all the time. ‘It’s only me.’ It’s became a mantra in my mind.” — Paul McCartney in interview w/ Hunter Davies, 1981 (x)

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friedwangsss · 2 years

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Hi!! Not sure if you’re taking requests but firstly, I just wanted to say how much I love your current “Let’s Play House” series. It’s always neat to find fics for black readers. That being said, I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the reader is perhaps B.B.’s niece or younger sister and she meets an intrigued Elvis while tagging along with the former on Beale Street? I imagine the reader working on her craft as a singer and Club Handy has been crucial in her building confidence and notoriety. Do with this what you will, thank you for reading!! 💜🫶🏽

first, thank you so much because i really want to make sure all readers have an opportunity to be included, especially Black readers cause we need to be included more so i’m glad you like it !

and this is a sweet concept ! i’m sure i ran straight to the hills with it but i hope you still like it !

already having an artist of a brother, it was no surprise that you’d want to dabble in music yourself. you had always looks up to b.b. and he was always willing to help you with anything, even getting you your own slot to perform at club handy.

your momma had be more than upset when you came into the house without taking off your shoes to tell her the news, “y/n, i’ve told you more than once to take them shoes off!”

you had to apologize and ran back to take them off and then proceed to tell her the news. she was happy for you and made your favorite meal for dinner that night to celebrate.

your friends were also excited to see you jump on the stage and sing your little big heart out so much so that they took you shopping. “you’ve gotta look your best, y/n, you just gotta! who knows what man is there ready to sweep you off your feet.”

once everything was set and prepared for your performance, b.b. decided that you should get a little familiar with the bustling beale street. “wanna make sure you know what typa audience your gonna have,” he’d say as he led you down the street. “don’t want you gettin’ all scared when you go on stage.”

you’d shake your head and swear you weren’t scared but you knew deep down you were nervous but you wanted to wait to show it alone.

he led you all up and down the street, letting you peek into windows and listen to the guitar players strumming the guitar just to get a quarter or two dropped in. he even let you stand and admire a pretty pink suit in the mens shop before telling you to come on.

you then found yourself standing in front of the most popular building in all of beale street: club handy. the place where dreams came true and bodies packed themselves so tight together, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to breathe.

you weren’t always allowed in by yourself because you were just a year shy of 21 but when you were allowed to go in, you were accompanied by your brother who was over the legal age. “so, i’m really gonna be performing here soon?”

he smiled at you even though you weren’t looking, “you sure are, lil’ sis.” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and started to lead you back in the direction of your home. “let me get you home so you can finish preparing.”

as you turned to start walking, a pretty pink cadillac pulls around the bend, gliding down the street. it slows to a stop where you and b.b. stand and you look at it in awe. you’d never seen anything as gorgeous as that car and when the driver stepped out, you’d never seen anything as handsome as him.

“hey, e.p.!” b.b. had yelled to the tall hunk man that looked over at the both of you. he was tall, lean, and white but that didn’t stop you from being roped in to him.

“hey, b.b.! was wondering where you’d be this time ‘a day.” he walked over to the both of you, legs long so it looked like he was gliding instead. he pulled your brother into a handshake hug and turned his attention on to you.

you swore you saw something flash in his eyes.

“who might this be?” he asked referring to you. he had a faint smirk on his face and it made your face heat up a little.

“this is my lil’ sister, y/n. y/n, this is e.p. or elvis presley.”

you saw elvis reach his hand out to you for a handshake and when you took his hand, he pulled it to his lips and kissed your knuckles instead. “i don’t shake pretty girls’ hands, but it’s very nice to meet you.” he let your hand go and you slowly put it back against your side.

you were almost speechless until you remembered your manners, “th-thank you, elvis. it’s a honor coming from you.” he smiled at your light stammer and you cursed yourself internally.

“i appreciate it, gorgeous. would you guys like a ride home?” b.b. nodded his head and elvis led you two to his car, stopping to open the backseat door for you. the boys talked while elvis drove the both of you home but you couldn’t stop staring at him.

his side profile was something out of a dream and his smile, god, you wanted to melt away. it was only short lived, however, because you were soon back home and on your front porch. “see y’all later, nice to meet you, y/n!” and elvis drove off.

you watched as the pink car drove away in a flash. “you can stop drooling now.” b.b. teased you as he turned to walk into your house.

“i wasn’t!”

#a friedwangsss original #friedwangsss’ anons #austin!elvis x black reader #austin butler elvis #elvis x reader

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O'Knutzy Week - Day 6

We've nearly made it, folks! This one is the first chapter of a coffee shop AU I've had in the works for quite a while. Enjoy!

Prompt: Au || Timeskip

Rating: G (Although, the general story will eventually get M rated once I get around to actually writing it)

CW: Food, mentions of past general bigotry but nothing explicit

Credits: O'Knutzy belong to @lumosinlove and thank you to @oknutzyweek for organising all this.

Logan sighed, snatching his cap off his head and chucking it on the smooth expanse of oak in front of him, finding a small satisfaction in the quiet thud. He buried his hands into his hair, palms pressing into his eyes as he leaned his elbows on the counter. He allowed himself another groan, the sound coming from deep within his chest, before tipping his head to the side to glance at James. "What am I going to do Potts?"

"You'll find someone," James said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Logan wished he could channel the unwavering confidence.

"I guess so," Logan grumbled, "How long is it going to take to find someone who can bake to the same quality as Severus, and isn't -"

From the other side of the counter, Finn smirked, "Isn't a racist, homophobic, transphobic, sexist bigot ang general all round asshole?"

"Exactly," Logan sighed again, turning to the coffee machine for a much-needed hit of caffeine. "You sure you can't bake, Potts?"

"Not if you don't want the department of health knocking on your door within the week," a reply came, but the voice was decidedly different to the one he had been expecting.

"Merde!" Logan threw a glance over his shoulder, thankful the many years of working chaotic lunch rushes had led to a steady hand, otherwise the grounds he had just packed down would be painting the floor. "When did you get here, Evans? Warn a guy, will you?"

Lily leaned over the counter to accept James' kiss, muttering a hello against his lips and letting James pluck the reusable coffee cup from her hand before acknowledging Logan."You're not usually so jumpy Tremblay. Something going on?"

"You are strangely perceptive," Logan pursed his lips.

"You literally just nearly threw coffee all over the place," Finn pointed out, plucking Logan's hat off his head and placing it atop his own, toying with the strands of his red hair that poked out the sides with a satisfied smile.

"Long story short," Logan said, ignoring the way his heart seemed to flutter at the small dimples that had formed on Finn’s cheeks. He was too stressed to deal with that right now. "Severus turned out to be an asshole and now I need a new baker."

Lily barked a laugh. "Alright then. Firstly, I'm gonna need the long story. Second, I told you that guy gave me the creeps.” She shuddered, before clapping her hands together decisively. “But this is great!”

Logan scoffed. “Sure, Lily. C’est fabuleux.”

"No, no. You don't understand. I was going to ask if you had any jobs going for my friend and he'd be perfect for this?" Lily explained, smiling gratefully at James as he handed her cup back, now full of her usual hazelnut latte. “Thanks, love.”

"He's a qualified baker?" Logan asked. Maybe there was a God.

"Not exactly."

"Come on Evans. You know I'd love to help you out, but I don't really have time for a learning curve here."

"He's really good, Logan. Been baking since he was tiny." Lily set the travel mug down on the desk and looked Logan square on. Stubborn green eyes met stubborn green eyes. "Just give him an interview. You won't regret it."

Logan heaved in a long breath, tapping at the till until it displayed the morning's figures. Even without their normal selection, it hadn't been too bad. He just wasn't sure how long James' charm was going to be enough to keep his customers happy. The breakfast crowd cared less about the atmosphere and more about, well, breakfast. As dispicable a human as Severus was, Logan had to admit he did make a good pastry. "D'accord," he sighed. "He really can bake?"

"I can confirm," James grinned.

"Isn't a racist, homophobic, transphobic, sexist bigot?" Finn shut his notebook, twirling his drawing pencil between his fingers as he looked up.

"Yes, because I regularly befriend racist, homophobic, transphobic, sexist bigots. They're my favourite," Lily drawled.

"Just checking," Finn shrugged.

Logan shook his head at the two of them, grabbing one of his business cards and sliding it over to Lily, "Tell your friend to give me a call or to just come in. I'd be looking for him to start as soon as possible."

“Awesome,” Lily nodded, tucking the card into the side pocket of her backpack. “He’s great, I promise.

"We'll see." It was too soon for Logan to get excited just yet, but he could already feel his mood improving. There was a lot to be said for hope and a good coffee. "But if this works out Evans, I will love you forever. And you can have coffee in the house."

"Great," Lily sang, resting her steaming travel mug on her palm as if presenting it to Logan.

"Is my love not enough for you?" Logan retorted, looking up at the tinny bell of the door opening. Two teenagers dressed in the local private school's uniform walked in, laden with oversized backpacks and talking animatedly. He hadn't realised it was that time already. "Besides, you would actually be getting it free now, as opposed to you know James just giving it away."

"Hey, I get free coffee on shift!" James argued.

"Operative word: you," Logan scoffed.

"And by extension, Lily."

“Take your fiance home, Evans,” Logan rolled his eyes, shoving James lightly in the shoulder, but he smiled at Lily. There was always a shadow under her eyes at the moment, overworked and trying to prove herself at her new pharmacy job. James always smiled the biggest when he talked about Lily. In Logan's opinion, anybody that made his friends that happy deserved free coffee.

The antique clock on the wall squawked loudly, then again and again and again. Logan hated the thing, but Finn had found it at a garage sale they’d been at for five bucks and fallen in love, so on the wall it went. Like clockwork, Thomas Walker jogged in, still clad in his red and gold (the local college’s colours) tracksuit. “Storeroom is mine for 5 minutes, nobody enters unless you want to see all this,” he announced with a grin, the same way he did each shift.

Logan didn’t really have time to think about the predicament over the next few hours. He and Thomas worked seamlessly around one another until the evening rush faded. Thankfully, it was a Wednesday which meant study night. After 6pm, it was mostly students requesting their free coffee refills, and it was quiet. He could get some ordering done.

“Welcome to La Ruche, what can I get you today?” Thomas reeled off his usual greeting. Logan hadn’t heard the door go.

“Oh, hey." The accent wasn’t local, but he could only place it as somewhere ‘in the south’. “I was looking for a Logan Tremblay?”

Pushing himself up from where he was squatting to count boxes of sugar sachets, Logan already had his hand outstretched. “Oui, that’s -” he blinked at the man standing in front of him. Blinked up at would have been more accurate, because he was tall. Angelic wouldn’t have been too much of an exaggeration to describe him. “I’m Logan.”

“Hi, I’m Leo. Leo Knut.”

#sweater weather #lumosinlove #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #leo knut #cw: food #rating: g #o'knutzy week 2022 #coffee shop au #vaincre #coast to coast

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Epistolary fic/fake reddit post, take 2 - Percy at r/relationshipadvice.

Notes: I process things through a layer of separation, which is part of how this was born— Jason seems to me to be a good candidate for the same kind of "overwhelmingly matches with AGAB....except" that I have. It took me until I was halfway through it that I realized I got carried away working on it is because Halloween is coming up, which means I dress in my Gender Euphoria coat, and apparently I have anticipatory event feelings I had to work out!

So yeah, this happened.

It can be read as a standalone, but it does take place in the greater stellarverse (if you remember with cream, firstly holy wow I'm so happy you're still here and secondly it's a little after that). No powers.

More notes and pinging at the end! This one got kinda long.

So I (26M) have been with my fiance (25NB, AMAB) since high school. He came out to me last year. (Usually he uses he/him. He describes his gender as 85% guy, 10% lady and 5% pop princess drag queen. Sorry, pronouns might get confusing.)

We got engaged a few weeks ago which I am still completely losing my mind over. The ring I got him is really nice. It has abalone and amethyst on it and it's made of tungsten. Except for the amethyst it matches mine (I have a pearl, which I am just now realizing is funny for reasons that will become clear). 85% of the time, he's deliriously happy showing it off to anyone who will look. The thing is, it's really masculine because when he's feeling masculine he feels really masculine.

He's still pretty new to the whole nonbinary thing and kinda anxious about everything, so we've been using codes to talk about it. It's a little easier to tell me "I'm in ten percent mode" than "I feel like a woman today". He came up with a nickname for her, too. We call her Pearl (not the real nickname but close, it's something you can wear as jewelry).

So anyway Pearl definitely likes the ring, but she's conflicted about it. She hasn't complained and she never will. But last night we went on a date to an opera, and she wore this absolutely stunning floor-length gown and silk gloves and a wig that went all the way down her back. I was so busy gaping like a horny fish I didn't even notice she was wearing the ring on a chain around her neck instead of her finger.

I didn't ask her about it. I'm pretty sure it would have embarrassed her and she would have put it on and sucked up the dysphoria because she thought I was unhappy. But it gave me an idea.

I want to take her out to a really nice restaurant and give her a ring that matches her name. Something feminine and pretty she can feel good in. I want her to feel like Juliet on her balcony. Like Taylor Swift in the music video for Love Story.

I just don't want to put her on the spot, you know? I don't want to draw attention to it if it'll make her feel crappy, but this is super new for both of us so I have no idea what I'm doing. He did drag shows for two years before Pearl perked her head up and let him know she was a part of him.

She has a hard time expressing herself because she grew up with a lot of very strict pressure to adhere to gender norms. She's one of those people who can easily see that it's bullshit, except for when she internalizes it. She makes herself the exception to her own acceptance.

It breaks my heart. Sometimes she cries about it, which is actually a huge improvement. Before Pearl, he couldn't cry except in literal life or death situations. He kinda still can't, but she can.

She likes the opportunities to have a few milestones, like coming downstairs in a beautiful dress while I'm waiting at the door in a tux with a bouquet of pink hyacinths. He went to prom with me, but she's never been to a dance. My housemate helped me buy her a (not-actually) pearl bracelet for her birthday, and she cried and laughed and told me she loved me and demanded I put it on her. (My hands were super sweaty so it took me a couple tries, lol. It looks great on her.)

I imagine myself taking her hand while we wait for dessert. Telling her how beautiful she is. How much I love her, that I can't wait to introduce her to people as my wife, that she's as knock-out drop-dead gorgeous as he is knock-out drop-dead handsome. Tell her how proud I am to be seen with her on my arm. How much her happiness means to me.

I imagine getting on one knee and taking her hand and asking "Antoinette Pearl Smith (not her real full name either), will you do me the honor of being my bride?"

I imagine her crying. That's where my imagination starts letting my insecurity interfere.

Sometimes I see her smiling and crying and laughing and asking me to put it on her. Sometimes I imagine her bursting into tears and having a panic attack because I reminded her. I feel like there's a pretty even chance that it's either exactly the validation she needs from me or it's the worst possible plan I could come up with.

She's incredibly elegant, classy and sophisticated, but she has a distinctly glam edge to her style. We get stares when we're out in public and it's a Pearl day. She's convinced it's because she doesn't pass (she can sing high bass parts and she's over 7 ft tall in her 8-inch dagger pumps and yes that turns me on), but I've seen the way people look at her. Most of them are staring for the same reason I do: because she's an Amazonian bombshell who leaves you breathless and makes your heart race, just by entering your field of vision.

When I say she's outrageously attractive, I mean the second word very literally. People are drawn to her. They can't help it. It's natural when a goddess walks among mortals, I guess. ;)

(And yeah, sometimes people are horrible and we've heard plenty of slurs, but we live near a liberal city steeped in queer culture and history, which helps. I've taken a few punches, but I've thrown them back too, and there's always somebody nearby who checks in with us and makes sure we're okay afterwards. All things considered, we could be in a much less trans-friendly situation.)

I guess I really want to make sure she knows I'm attracted to her and in love with her, and that I would be even if I'd never met him— honestly, if I'd met Pearl first, we probably would have started dating a lot sooner because I already knew I liked tall, blonde, brilliant, sophisticated women, and that's exactly what she is.

I want her to feel like I'm not just going along with it for her sake. When I picture our wedding, I get choked up whether I'm imagining him in a suit or her in a gown. I want her to know that there's no facet of her I'm not captivated by.

Am I overthinking this? Am I being ridiculous? (Yes.) Should I ask her girlfriends for advice? Should I ask my girlfriends for advice?? Should I go hang around at some gay bars and see if I can find any elders who can talk some sense into me???

Should I talk to her mom (actually her sister, long story)? My mom? Maybe my kid sister can lend me some of her childhood wisdom...she's very, very good at keeping surprises (never secrets).

I don't know. I'm rambling. I started writing this post because my BFF (27M) is teaching her to sew bc she's way too tall even for most plus size shops and she just finished her very first circle skirt. she's been spinning around all day like a toddler in a cinderella costume. It's so fucking cute. Please help. I may actually be dying.

I'm going to go dance with her now so she stops giving me the sad baby kitten eyes. Thanks in advance if you made it all the way through! Yikes, me.

MORE NOTES: The nickname thing is honestly mostly so I can keep my head on straight as a writer. Her actual nickname is Ruby, which I was not consciously clever enough to remember fits perfectly because ruby is July's birthstone!

Percy's BFF is Grover, and "Antoinette" is a reference to Jason's middle name, which in this 'verse is Anthony.

(Incredibly, this is less than half of what I have written. Whoops.)

Pinging @perseusjackson-jasongrace, my dear beta @elaborateruses and @starlightshadowsworld because you have all encouraged me to do this in the first place and it's been great. 💜💜

#i wrote this #nonbinary!jason grace #jercy #stellarverse #wip wednesday #squeaking in just barely under the wire!!

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