#if asked i'd do a very bad job of explaining it so i'll leave that to the essay analysists but yeah i like them a lot

[bisexualiteaa]

Getting interrupted 🤭

CW: smutty 18+! Suggestive themes, light mentions of/implied smut, getting caught, possible errors and possible OOC scenarios. Otherwise, enjoy! 🥰

John "Soap" MacTavish

- he was a sucker for someone in uniform, so it was no surprise that he would come and constantly visit you down at medical where you worked. It's how you both met and got together after all, so despite the pain and occasionally bad memories that came with it, it still held a place in his heart because you were there.

- he'd never admit it, but sometimes he would get himself hurt on purpose just to visit you, he always loved to see the smile on your face as you would shake your head and rest your hands on your hips before fixing him up perfectly, always having the cure to his every injury or ailment.

- sometimes these were the only moments where he'd get a chance alone with you, enjoying the way you'd always make a little time for him to talk and enjoy each others company for a little while afterwards.

- no one knew you guys were together, everyone knew he had a crush on you because, quite frankly, he wasn't very good at hiding it, but he didn't really want to either. But for the sake of your job, he didn't want to reveal anything should it get you in trouble.

- "you never stay out of trouble, do you?" You asked with a playful grin as you'd just finished stitching up a small gash on his arm. "If I stayed out a trouble, I'd never get the luxury t' see you" he replied with a flirty tone, making you chuckle. "Just be more careful please, I need you in one piece" you replied, kissing his cheek as you sat next to him, having just patched up his arm. "I will, don't worry your pretty head lass, I'll always come back t' you" he assured, making you smile and hum in appeasement before you leaned in, pulling him into a soft, loving kiss. His hand came to cup your cheek as you held his other one in your own, fingers intertwined as you shared in your moment together. When you two were alone together, the world finally felt at peace, no wars to think about, no stress weighing down on you, all you needed to think about was your Johnny.

- So it was no shock that your kiss took a turn to something a little deeper, a sigh leaving you as your free hand rested on his collarbone. "Careful bonnie, go on like tha' and I'll be walkin' outta here with a whole different problem" he said, making you giggle. "Wouldn't half mind fixing that either, too bad you don't know how to keep quiet" you quipped with a grin, making him laugh at your remark. "Cheeky bugger" he replied with a matching grin before pulling you in again, kissing you as if tomorrow you'd be gone.

- But sadly, even the best moments must come to an end, neither of you were expecting the way it had however.

- "Sorry to bother doc, got room to squeeze in a- woah!" Spoke Gaz as he pulled back the curtain, seeing your form loomed over the side of the exam bed, kissing his comrade. You gave a short gasp as you both jumped apart, blushing wildly after being caught red handed. "Shit, I'm SO so sorry!" You spoke, bumping into your cart in your panicked frenzy as you tried to back away and button your uniform back up as to not look suspicious, but it was already too late.

- "Sorry Gaz, appointment got prolonged. Doctors, am I right? Gotta poke around an' check everywhere for some reason" Johnny spoke, nervously rubbing the back of his neck with a slight blush but trying to joke his way out of things, as per usual. Gaz gave a chuckle. "Explains why you come down here so often. Here I thought you were just trying to get a good record built up for disability, didn't know you had a Dr. Feel Good situation goin' on" he teased with a grin. "I'm gonna get in so much trouble.." You muttered, holding your face in your hands out of embarrassment. "Relax doc, your secret's safe with me. I promise. It's about time you finally went for" Gaz assured you before offering a genuinely happy smile to Johnny. "I know all to well of the draw of the uniform myself" he added, looking towards one of the other doctors, her offering a giggle and flirty wave his way. "Well I'll be damned" Johnny spoke with a chuckle. "And looks like she's got an opening, so you two just earned yourself some more alone time" Gaz said, making you and Johnny both chuckle. "I owe ya one" Johnny spoke before Gaz walked away, turning back to you as you closed the curtain again, alotting you both some privacy for just a little bit longer.

König

- You were in his room, laying in bed together, enjoying the time alone after months of him being away.

- It started out innocent enough, just enjoying a movie together, but one innocent kiss turned to two, and when wandering hands found their way down your sides to your ass, playful giggles soon turned to quiet moans and it wasn't long before things turned just a little more heated.

- You were on top of him, straddling his lap as his kisses began littering down your neck, his large, rough hands at your hips moving you back and forth against him. A quiet moan and sigh fell from you, both of you doing your best to keep quiet as not to raise suspicions.

- "How I missed you, schatz" he told you, making you smile with drunken love in your eyes. "Missed you too, Kö" you replied sweetly, your lips now trailing down his neck to his bare chest in a way that he swore injected fire straight into his veins.

- You were topless as you sat there straddling him, indulging in one of those moments of kissing one another deeply, only stopping at the feel of each other smiling before resuming. Light, breathy giggles and quiet sighs of pleasure leaving you as you both were caught up in the heat of the moment.

- That was when you both heard the knock at the door, making you both jump. "Shit" you said quietly but in a panic. "Hide" he replied, getting up to put on a pair of pants, allowing you some time to scramble to grab your shirt and any trace you were here and hide in his bathroom, staying dead silent as you did.

- You heard the sound of him talking to Captain Price as you were hidden, relief washing over you once the door had finally closed and he walked away. You peaked back out from the bathroom, seeing König look at you as the look of panic finally fell from his face. "Close call" you spoke with a grin. "Way too close" he replied as you came back to him. "Ya know, if you just came over to my place, we wouldn't have to sneak around and worry about getting caught" you mused, making him chuckle as he leaned down. "Maybe I like the thrill a little bit" he admitted, making you giggle lightly before kissing him once more, your arms draped over his shoulders as you did.

- "Just keep it down in there" Price's voice spoke from the other side of his door, making you panic once more. "König! This is why we should be at my house!" You said, face red as a beet from fluster, and König couldnt help but grin at your embarrassment. Price gave a laugh as he walked away.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

- Everyone knew you were his, he made it very clear that he would break the neck of anyone who would dare try to have a piece of you, or even look in your direction with malintent.

- He didn't need PDA to show it either, when you both were out with his comrades, or out in public, a protective arm laid around your waist yes, but even when it didn't, all it took was one look from Simon for someone to deeply reconsider their intentions with you.

- So one night, when you were both coming out to his truck for a smoke from a night out drinking with friends, the liquid courage seeping through your veins, you decided to push his buttons a little.

- There he stood, leaned against his truck, having just finished taking drags off of his cigarette before putting it out with his foot. His balaclava was still pulled up to rest on the bridge of his nose, showing off the lower half of his face, so you took the chance.

- You smiled as he grinned when your fingers slid along his jaw and up under the balaclava just a little, keeping it up so that you could kiss him. The taste of smoke, tobacco, and whiskey mixed together in a taste that was just so *him.* You couldn't help the surge of butterflies that came through you as his hands rested on your hips, the way he kissed you always left your mind reeling as they were always so intimate, so shameless.

- "Just couldn't wait, could ya?" He asked, making you chuckle as you bit your lip, your cheeks heating up from the drinks buzzing in you as well as the heat that always burned in you anytime he kissed you. "You know what bourbon does to me, and you know what *you* do to me" you replied with a playful grin, making him chuckle once more as you said it, poking his chest to prove your point before dragging your finger down some. "I'm very aware" he replied.

- Your finger looped into his belt, giving a strong tug to pull him closer to you, your lips just centimetres apart now before you closed the distance once more. "You're playing a dangerous game, lovie" he spoke in a low tone, making your grin only stretch wider. "That so? Gonna put me in my place then?" You challenged bravely, making his eyes hold a different intensity. Hunger, a predatory one at that. "Get your ass in the truck. Now" he ordered.

- Needless to say, it was no shock to him that you both managed to find your way in the back seat of his truck, music playing just loud enough in the background to add to the atmosphere as your panting from the deep kiss filled the air in the car.

- You grinned far too devilishly as you rolled your hips in time to the beat of the song, enjoying your moment of power over him. But he was there to remind you that even if you were on top and straddling him, that did not, by any stretch of the imagination, mean you were in control. His hand came to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he tugged it back, making your head dip back as he did. You gave a sinful moan as he did, roughly thrusting his hips up into you. "Your misbehavin' has gotten a bit out of hand, love. Someone oughtta teach you some fuckin' manners" he damn near *growled* in response, making you whimper as his hips stilled completely. "Gonna be good f' me? Stop bein' a fuckin' brat?" He asked, making you nod your head yes vigorously, earning another yank on your hair and a powerful thrust up into you. "Answer properly" he ordered. "Yes sir, gonna be good for you, I promise!" you let out, his hand leaving your hair as he started his pace up again. "Then be a doll and take it" he spoke, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continued his brutal pace.

- Anyone on the outside wouldn't have known, the music, not too loud to be suspicious, but perfectly loud enough to cover your joint symphony of moans, pants, and grunts, paired with the sounds of skin against skin. So Soap being none the wiser, thought it'd be safe to go to Ghost's truck to tease you both for being gone for so long.

- Then a hand came to the foggy window, smearing enough of the condensation away to reveal the both of you in the back seat. What he wasn't anticipating was the sight of you on top of him, fully clothed thankfully, but it was clear what was going on. "Shit!" You exclaimed when you saw Soap's eyes widen before he looked away, knowing he'd be in deep shit for catching you both. Simon's eyes followed yours to the window, catching sight of the reason why you were hiding your face in your hands. A devious grin came to his lips, deciding to roll the window down some, not too much to show too much, but enough to send you into a panic. "Si! What the hell are you doing??" You asked, making the scot give a chuckle. "Was comin' t' check an' see if you two were still alive, but clearly you're takin' more than a smoke break" he replied. "Started off as one anyway.." You spoke with a nervous look, making him chuckle once again before turning around and walking back. "Try not to kill 'er" Soap spoke before walking back inside.

- You certainly learned your lesson that night, hiding your face that burned bright red as you left the back seat, Simon of course delighted in your torture as you both went back inside to sit back at the table, getting to take in all the knowing grins from his friends as they all teased you for the rest of the night. To Simon's standards of course, he'd never let anyone take it too far. ❤️

#cod smut #cod imagine #simon riley imagine #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap smut #könig imagine #könig smut #könig

[whumpshaped]

whumpiest winter song ever i said i'd write something inspired by it so here it is

tw implied noncon drugging, betrayal

"I really can't stay," Whumpee said apologetically. "I'm sorry. This evening has been so very nice–"

"But look outside, dear." Whumper stepped towards the window, pulling the curtains aside. "You can't leave during the heaviest snowfall."

Whumpee's eyes flickered to the all-white landscape, then back to Whumper's face. Really, they were doing a horrible job of pretending to be concerned instead of delighted at the prospect that their guest might have to stay the night. Had Whumpee been any less in love, they might've done a better job of pretending to be offended by that.

"I have to, I do. My parents will be worried if I stay too long." Despite saying that, Whumpee stayed motionless as Whumper let go of the curtain and walked up to them, taking both their hands in their own.

"Your hands are already so cold. You wouldn't last a moment out there." Whumper rubbed the skin gently, their eyes never leaving Whumpee's. "I'm sure they'd understand if you stayed for just one more drink. Just until the storm settled."

"I shouldn't," they whispered.

"But you must. It's really not your fault, I'll tell them that myself if I have to."

"Don't be ridiculous!" Whumpee quickly yanked their hands out of Whumper's hold, and they weren't sure whether the heat they felt was coming from the cosy fireplace or something else entirely. "There's no way I'll let you explain anything to them! It'd look even worse!"

Whumper gave them a soft smile, then gestured towards the empty wine glasses on the table. "So? One more?"

"No, no, I can't. I can't." They turned around before they could change their mind, quickly putting on their hat. "I'll just call a cab, it'll be fine."

Whumper was behind them in an instant, pulling the hat right off before they could've grabbed onto it. "Not in this weather. I doubt they're even working."

Whumpee tried to snatch the hat away from them, but Whumper stepped away, hiding it behind their back. "What will the neighbours think?" they asked with a half-hearted show of anxiety. "It's so late–"

"They're likely asleep by now," Whumper said smoothly. "Just one more. I'm sure the storm will go away soon. Hm?"

Whumpee sighed heavily. Well, there was no way around it, they supposed. The storm really did look bad... "Just one more."

Whumper lit up instantly. They threw the hat on the sofa and walked over to the table, grabbing Whumpee's glass first. "You should put on some records while I pour. No sense in spending this awful, miserable extra time in silence."

"Why not make my captivity as pleasant as possible..." Whumpee mumbled, giving in easier than they should've. They could hear the glasses clinking and the wine sloshing as they looked through the record collection, eventually deciding on something slow and... well, not romantic, not really, it was just... pleasant, they were pleasant tunes.

"Good choice," Whumper remarked, and Whumpee didn't have to look to know they were smiling. They turned around with an exasperated look, but they didn't fight it when Whumper handed them the glass.

"I'm being way too lenient." They took a sip, then went to sit down before they could've been cornered. Whumper followed suit, settling on the sofa a touch too close to them for it to be considered polite. "I should be saying no to all of this."

"Just to hurt my pride?"

"So I don't give you the wrong idea."

Whumper gave them a sly smile. "I think my ideas are fine, thank you."

Whumpee took another sip, bigger this time. This heat creeping up their neck and spreading across their cheeks had to be coming from the fire, or maybe the damn drink. "Goodness, I can't even imagine what my sister must be thinking. And my brother! Oh, he must be standing watch by the door."

"A terrifying thought," they cooed, shifting in their seat and mysteriously ending up a couple inches closer to them than previously.

"And my aunt, too... She will never let this go," they babbled on, emptying their glass right after. Whumper watched with the look of a cat that got the cream. "She'll tell everyone, she'll start rumours..."

"Why abstain if people are going to gossip anyway?" Whumper reached out, and Whumpee stupidly thought they might caress their face or run their fingers through their hair — instead they just took the glass, skin brushing against skin as their touch lingered.

"It's not abstaining," they huffed. Distantly, they noted how Whumper's glass of wine seemed entirely untouched. "That implies a level of desire, doesn't it?"

Once the glasses were out of the way and on the table, Whumper sat back, leaving barely any distance between the two of them. "And you don't want this at all, of course," they said sarcastically.

"Not one bit," Whumpee confirmed, their eyes darting to Whumper's lips as soon as they leaned in.

"I'm truly just horrible, then."

#whump #whump drabble #implied noncon drugging #betrayal

[fool-who-dreams]

unintentional mystery

Summary - The mysterious Sherlock Holmes has unintentionally been keeping his biggest secret from everyone: you.

"John!" Sherlock called urgently from the dining room. "John!" He continued insistently as he fixed his scarf around his neck. "John!" He yelled once more, this time knocking on the bathroom door.

"For Pete's sake, what are you doing at my house, how did you get in!" The bathroom door swung open, revealing an angry John wrapped in shower towels.

"Key's anger the doormat. Oldest trick in the playbook. You told me about it."

"I never told you where my key was!"

"Not with your words." Sherlock rolled his eyes knowingly. "Can we go now? The truth awaits."

"A new case? Alright, give me five minutes and-" John sighed, hurrying to his bedroom.

"I'll meet you there." Sherlock shouted, leaving the house.

"Fascinating. Isn't it?" Sherlock asked John, leaning closer to the crime scene.

"A gutted corpse? Not really." John replied. And to think he was so close to becoming Sherlock Holmes' roommate. At the very last minute, though, John had found a cheap comfortable place just around the corner. Nothing stopped Sherlock from involving John in his every move.

Seeing him in the distance, you and your colleague Greg approached the familiar faces. "Mr Holmes, you have arrived." Lestrade pointed out.

"Clever deduction Inspector, what gave it away?" He replied wittily.

"Pleasant, as always." You remarked sarcastically.

"Shut up y/n, you couldn't bear this job without me."

"Mr. Watson," You chimed in, ignoring the curly-haired detective. "pleased to finally meet you. Sherlock has said loads of wonderful things about you." You revealed, stretching your hand towards John.

He shook your hand, quite puzzled. "He is capable of that?"

"Well, not really...it's more that he hasn't affronted you as much as he usually does to people. It's as far as it goes, I'd be proud if I were you." You smiled, amused. "I am y/n, I'm the coroner affiliated with this case." You explained to the former doctor. "Oh, and try to solve it within a couple hours dear, would you?" You asked Sherlock, slowly stroking his covered arm.

"Nonsense! Take your time Sherlock, we all are having such a great time. Aren't we?" Lestrade winked at you, to which you had to keep yourself from making a disgusted face. He wasn't a bad man, he just wasn't your man. You nodded, fake smiling to your colleague before turning to Sherlock.

"Hurry." You almost threatened.

"Why? Got plans?" He asked, almost annoyed. 'Maybe even jealous' John thought.

"Not really. But-"

"Then you won't mind joining me for dinner." He cut you off wittily. "We'll raise a toast to my ability to solve a case of this complexity in just 'a couple of hours'." He proposed, still not taking his eyes off the scene.

'Okay, wait. Is Sherlock actually- flirting?' John thought again.

"Ask me again when you've cracked this." You replied with a smirk. You turned around, starting to walk away, when the genius' voice had you stopped in your tracks.

"It was his wife. After stealing his wedding ring, she must've sold it. Probably online. The one he's wearing is not authentic, and the tie is undone, which means he wasn't actually coming back from work but rather, given the lipstick stain, from an encounter with his mistress. The woman must've found out. It's a jealousy crime." Sherlock said in one breath. "Care to join me now?" He asked with a satisfied smirk, actually looking straight into your eyes for the first time since he had arrived.

"How could I refuse?" You chuckled.

"Well, well...it appears this is my lucky day." Sherlock commented, pulling you in by the waist to stamp a kiss on your lips. You felt your cheeks getting warmer, and a smile creeping onto your face.

"I'll see you at home." You pecked him again before catching up to Lestrade and the rest of the team.

"Okay." John tried to keep his composure, but miserably failed. "What is going on here?" "I thought I had been clear enough. A jealousy crime. Although money was evidently involved in-" "Not that! Why did you kiss Y/N? And why was she kay with it?"

"Well John, don't you kiss your wife?" He asked, starting to walk away.

"A wife?!" John asked in disbelief. "What's next? I'll find out you have kids? A mistress?"

"Oh no" Sherlock chuckled. "If I had a mistress, I probably would have ended up like him by now." Sherlock replied, pointing back at the victim of the case he had just solved.

"Will you advice me a nice place for today's dinner?" Sherlock added. "I need something special for our second anniversary."

"YOU'VE BEEN MARRIED TWO YEARS?!"

#sherlock imagine #bbc sherlock #john watson #sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock x reader #benedict cumberbatch #martin freeman

[f4iry-bell]

jameson hawthorne x reader enemies to lovers | part 2

part 1

i promise the 3rd part will be better and with a lot of gilmore girls reference!!!!

Jameson barely saw her after that, the only place he saw her was their journalism class which he wanted to drop out of because he was not interested in journalism, the only reason he joined this class was to compete with her. Now that he has won, what's the point? But there was something holding him back. Maybe he knew what it was or maybe he didn't. Or that's what he'd like to think.

After class he noticed a familiar face sitting under a tree with her laptop open, working on something. He was debating whether or not he should approach her. He won their little competition, there's no point in talking to this girl ever again. But it won't hurt to annoy someone who gets annoyed easily, right? So he walked to where she was sitting. Without looking away from her screen she spoke.

“What do you want?” She asked while typing something.

“What makes you think I want something?” He answered with a question.

“Seriously, why are you here? To brag? To rub it on my face that you have the spot?” She asked, finally looking up to him.

Jameson took a seat next to her on the ground, stretching out his long legs. “I would but I was curious. What are you working on?” He asked, peeking at her screen which made her shut her laptop.

“Why? So you can steal whatever I'm working on right now as well?” She asked.

“I wouldn't say I stole your idea. I simply wrote a better piece of work than you. The better one gets the spot” He shrugged.

“It was better because you had an insider! The insider being you is very helpful to you!” She snapped at him.

“Come on, Ace. It's just a spot. You can try next year,” He chuckled.

“For people like you. You know you could easily get a job at any magazine with that last name of yours without this spot, without an internship this spot may give you but it's not like that for me. I was supposed to get that spot, so by the end of senior year I'd get an internship at a magazine and would get a proper job. I had a plan, now it's ruined. The least you could do is leave me alone” She got it out of her chest and looked away from him.

Jameson didn't know what to say, he never had an idea of how much this spot meant for her, maybe she should have told him. He felt bad regardless. He didn't console her or say anything to make her feel better or even apologies instead he left her alone like she asked. 

_

This time it was her who knocked on his fancy apartment door, furiously. Jameson opened the door and tried hard not to smile.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” He asked, leaning against the door frame.

“You backed out from the Yale newspaper” She stated.

“Keeping tabs on me now, Ace?” He smirked. 

“I got the spot. Because you dropped out. I don't want the spot out of pity!” She explained. 

“I thought you wanted the spot”

“Not like this”

“Like what? I backed out because I got bored, not because I felt bad for you. Don't get any thoughts” He smirked.

“You did this on purpose, so everytime I sit there I'll be thinking of how I'm there only because it got passed down to me” Jameson was amused.

“Ah, now I don't control your thoughts. It's just you who think like that” He said.

“You are so frustrating!” She said.

“Says you” He chuckled which only made her about to lose it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Jameson took that time to check her out, he liked how she looked when she was mad at him. He found it very attractive. Something that he'll admit to himself.

“I'll get back at you, just watch.” She threatened.

“Do your worst” 

_

Exactly five days later Jameson got kicked out of his fancy apartment near the campus because someone told the landlord about how often he got arrested during his gap year and the landlord can't risk having cops showing at his door steps often. It's bad for the apartment complex’s reputation. And Jameson knew who exactly would have whispered this information about him to the landlord. The college’s dormitory was full, he can't get a new apartment near campus soon. He decided to keep his things and stay at a friend's place for a while. But then he got an idea. He packed a few things, made some calls and drove to a very friendly apartment. He knocked on the door and barged inside the apartment with his bag like he owned the place.

“What are you doing here?” She asked with a frown. “What's that?” She pointed towards the bag.

Before answering her question Jameson looked at her up and down. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt that covered her shorts revealing her legs. “Well, I don't have a place to stay.”

“Aw, sad” She gave him a fake sad expression. “But that doesn't explain why you are here”

“Your roommate was kind enough to let me stay and have the couch. Very nice girl, you should learn a thing or two from her” He smirked. He called her roommate and used his irresistible charms. 

Her expression changed, to his favourite one. She gave him a hostile glare. “You’re not staying in my apartment.”

“Oh but I am.” He smirked, putting his bag down.

“You’re not the one who is paying the rent, I am. I make the decisions here” She pointed.

“And so does your kind roommate. Who likes helping homeless boys. You know, I wouldn't be here if you didn't get me kicked out of my apartment” He shrugged.

“You can literally get any apartment”

“I like this one. It's cute and cozy.” She didn't reply, instead she went inside her room and shut the door. Jameson had a satisfied grin on his face.

Jameson didn't just stay in her apartment. He messed with her, he took his fine time in the bathroom, he ate her food, he moved her things around which pissed her off even more. He would constantly knock on her room door just because he can.

When she came back after college she found him in her room snooping around. She immediately walked to him and snatched her kindle from his hands.

“Stay out of my room and away from my stuff!” She said with an embarrassed look on her face. 

“You have intellectual taste in physical copy of books, I'll admit. But your kindle on the other hand. Romance? Or must I say smu—” 

“Shut up. You had no right to go through my stuff!” She yelled.

“I understand, everyone has their needs.” He teased her.

“I said shut up. Get out of my room” She demanded.

“Relax, I didn't read anything. I just looked up the book and the internet told me some interesting things.” He explained. He wasn't going through her things, maybe her books. But he wouldn't actually go through her private stuff. He couldn't help but look up the book she was reading on kindle. It has a very cute cover.

“Out. Now!”

“Or what?”

“God, your life must be so boring that you decided to involve yourself in mine” She said.

“Boring? Ace, my life is anything but boring. Getting involved in yours just makes it better.” He explained. There is nothing boring about Jameson Hawthorne.

“Fine, you win! Now get out of my room” 

“Or what?”

Instead of replying she just groans. She was thinking, he's only doing this to get a reaction out of her. So she decided to stop giving him one. Maybe then he'll go away.

“You know what? Do whatever you want. I don't care.” With that she picked up her kindle and started reading on the bed.

“Reading that infront of me?” He asked. She didn't reply or even look at him. She was reading as if he's not even in the room.

“Hello?” No response.

“I'm going to open your laptop” He said hoping she'd stop him. But she didn't, her laptop required a passcode. He kept trying to do things that'll make her acknowledge him but she treated him as if he was invisible for a whole day. Jameson didn't like this, he enjoyed getting a rise out of her. Not when she ignored him like he wasn't even there. He was getting frustrated by this treatment. 

“I drank your juice,” He informed her.

No response.

“Oh come on.” He gave up. He gently grabbed her arm and made her face him. “At least look at me!” She did look at him, there something about the way she looked at him.

She smiled. “I win,” She announced.

“No, you did not.” He denied.

“You got frustrated. And gave up.” She smirked.

“Not true”

“Oh? Then why are you forcing me to look at you? Admit it, this only works when I give you a reaction, when I don't you get frustrated.” 

“You stopped playing. It doesn't count”

“I did not, I just used a different method” She shrugged. “My second win by the way” She told him. First the riddle, now this.

He looked at her eyes with an intense glare, he only had one win. 

“How does it feel to lose a very silly game?” She asked, bringing her face close to his. 

Bad idea. Wrong move.

 Because the next thing Jameson did was lose it, not his temper. It takes a lot more than this to get him mad. He lost control and kissed her while still holding her arm. He sure was attracted to her from the beginning. He couldn't resist when she was frustrated or like now bloating her win. He was frustrated too, because of his loss. Maybe that's why he kissed her. Probably that's why. But why did she kiss him back? Especially with the same energy as him?

His hand holding her arm moved to her waist while placing his other hand at the nape of her neck tilting her head up. Kissing her felt great, better than seeing the look on her face when she gets annoyed at the little things he does. The feeling didn't last long because she pulled back. He immediately released his hold on her waist and neck letting her take a couple steps back and then run to her room.

He didn't follow her or knocked on the door to tease her about the kiss. Instead, he picked up his bag and went back to place. It was one hell of a kiss because he couldn't stop thinking about it, the way his hands felt on her skin, the way she let him kiss. He wanted more of that kiss. More of her. He doesn't know what this feeling is and he doesn't want to know because if he did, he would have to act on it. Maybe this is where their little rivalry game ends.

part 3 →

#jameson hawthorne #the brothers hawthorne #the inheritance games #grayson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #nash hawthorne #the hawthorne brothers #avery grambs #the grandest game #jameson hawthorne x reader

[pardi-real]

[AKNK] Butler in Wonderland / Chapter 11 - I Don't Want You to Leave!

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Haures: "Lato... Where have you been?"

Lucas: "I don't think I've seen you for a long time…"

Lato: "Yes, sir. After I saw the Lord off in the hallway… I was looking for Mr. Fennesz all this time."

Fennesz: "Eh… Me?"

Lato: "Yes, that's right. Actually, at that time, I picked up something in the hallway...  I remembered that Mr. Fennesz had fallen down in the hallway… and I thought maybe he dropped it then."

> "No way, that something is...?"

Fennesz: "Could it be… the red diamond jewel...?

Lato: "I don't know if it's a diamond or not, but… I can see that it was a really beautiful stone. Here you go. Don't drop such a beautiful thing, okay?"

What Lato handed to Fennesz... was definitely the 'Red Diamond'.

Fennesz: "I knew it... I must have dropped it that time.  Th-thank goodness… It was found unscathed…"

Lato: "Oh...? Mr. Fennesz, you seem to be a bit teary-eyed...  Was the stone that important?"

Lamli: "Hey, Lato-chi.  Let me ask you something... Do you know what kinda stone this jewel is?"

Lato: "What kind of stone…? I'm not sure… I like beautiful things, but I'm not a gemstone expert. Oh... But didn't they say that it's a 'diamond' earlier?"

Lamli: "...Just as I thought, he didn't seem to know anything about it."

Nac: "Come to think of it, he also said that he wasn't familiar with the original novel… I guess he didn't know that it was an important key to remove the ring."

Fennesz: "Ugh… And yet, I...  I said, 'I wonder if Lato has it hidden...' How could I have doubted my own companion... What a bad person I am…"

Hanamaru: "W-well, well… Fennesz. Everyone makes mistakes…"

Yuhan: "Mr. Hanamaru also doubted him."

Hanamaru: "Yes… I'm sorry."

Lato: "Hmm~… One minute I'm happy to return the stone, and the next I feel down… I don't know what is going on."

> "Actually, this stone is…"

I explained the purpose of the jewel to Lato.

Lato: "I see... So that's what it means. Without the jewel, the Lord cannot return to their world.  Mr. Fennesz. May I have a word?"

Fennesz: "Hmm? What is it?

Lato: "That red stone... Please give it back to me."

Fennesz: "What… W-why?

Lato: "Because... If you have that jewel, the Lord will leave, right? Then I'd rather keep it. Please give it back."

Fennesz: "N-no, no! That's not how it works."

Hanamaru: "Look at that! This is the kinda guy Lato is."

Yuhan: "I-I'm sure that he was joking…"

Lucas: "...I think he's mostly serious about it, though…"

Haures: "Yeah... He is like the real Cheshire Cat.  He kept playing around with us until the very end…"

At any rate... Now that the red jewel is back in my possession, the ring was safely unlocked....  I was now able to return to my world anytime.

[A short while later]

Flure: "I see… So he ended up finding the jewel... no, I mean...  I'm glad you found it, my Lord!"

Ammon: "Hehe. Your true feelings are leaking out, Flure."

Miyaji: "Well... I can understand how Flure feels. With that, I guess this is the end of this recreation....

Berrien: "My Lord, I hope you enjoyed this Halloween event."

> "I really enjoyed it" > "We had a great time"

Berrien: "I see ♪ I am glad to hear you say so."

Teddy: "Me too! It was so much fun to have a tea party with the Lord!"

Lono: "While wondering if it'll make the Lord happy… I guess I had a lot of fun from the very beginning of the preparation~"

Ammon: "For sure. Preparing the garden, making the set... We put in lots of effort for the Lord. Right, Mr. Boschi ♪?"

Boschi: ".......Why are you passing it on to me there? But well… I think I did a good job this time."

Bastien: "Halloween itself is still going on... I guess this is goodbye to the Lord for today. ….I'll miss them."

Muu: "Yes… me too..."

> "Everyone…"

I can take off the golden ring, and return to my original world anytime. Even so, looking at the expressions of everyone gathered here… I started to feel reluctant about leaving, too.

> "I think I'll stay here for a little longer."

Haures: "Huh… My Lord? Then... will you still be here with us?

> "Since I can return anytime"

Lamli: "Yay~! I love you my Lord ♪ Fufu… Master Lucas. You were right about the 'everyone makes a lonely face at the end' strategy!"

> "What... strategy?"

Lucas: "Oops. Please don't worry about it."

Nac: "Yes. Because we really will miss you ♪"

Hanamaru: "Yeah, yeah. So don't say, 'I'm going home after all.'  If you say, 'I'm going home' now... I might die from loneliness."

Teddy: "Ahaha! Mr. Hanamaru, you sound like a rabbit."

Lamli: "Maru-chi is playing the Caterpillar role, though~"

Nac: "It's Butterfly."

Muu: "Fufu… I would rather be a butler than a king!"

The moment I declared that 'I'm staying'... The butlers' faces light up all at once. Seeing their smiles, I realize how much I'm cherished by them.  That was the most delightful gift I could receive.

*Close-up* Berrien: "Fufu… Well, my Lord. What kind of recreation shall we do next?

~ End ~

note: I don't know how well-known it is, but rabbits can in fact die from loneliness. ****Sorry for the misinfo, please forget what was written here. I just did a cross-check

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#aknk #akuneko #devil butler with black cat #Sorry I'm busier on weekends #I wrote this post twice because I accidentally deleted the first one #thanks for reading #feel free to ask if something is unclear but I'm kinda slow resp

[thegameartist03]

@cryptidcaper I'd love to talk about them! This is gonna be a pretty long post, so I put in a couple tl;dr's for those who just want to get the gist of it.

I have no idea what to call this, so I'll keep running with it being a Phantom of the Paradise au. There are some changes to the themes and content of the original story based on what I felt comfortable writing about and discussing, but everything else is pretty much intact. If you have any questions, suggestions, or comments, feel free to throw them my way! I'll be happy to talk more about it.

(overall tl;dr: the au is set in the 2020s, the supernatural is part of everyday life, Swan is the head of media conglomerate Death Studios and working for an Entity known as Sparrow to collect souls, zombies and ghosts make for cheap labor, Winslow is trying to get his stage production of Faust seen, Phoenix has a YouTube channel for explaining the paranormal and wants her own show, Beef is a writer, actor, and director who gets an arguably worse fate than the movie, Swan took the band name Undeads too literally and now the Juicy Fruits are trapped working for him forever, Philbin is a stone construct disguised as a human)

A little context about the world to start. (tl;dr, it's the 2020s, paranormal beings like zombies exist and are well known but not talked about, Swan made a deal with a powerful Entity called Sparrow to stay young forever and collects souls for Sparrow in exchange, now Swan is head of the Death Studios media conglomerate, he's incredibly influential and successful, meanwhile he's using contracts to exploit and control his workforce which benefits both him and Sparrow, most workers are Undead or constructs because their labor is cheaper.)

This version of the story is set in the 2020s (partly because I didn't want to do a ton of research on the 70s, partly because I thought it'd be funny if Winslow started dissing Swan on twitter). The supernatural is very present and well known by people but not often acknowledged. Ghosts and zombies exist, spirits can decide to help your houseplants grow or give you bad luck, hand-carved constructs are used for jobs that would be too dangerous for humans, and fae-like beings known as Entities walk the lines between worlds and lure people into contracts to increase their power. Talking about these paranormal parts of the world is taboo for most so there's a lot of fear and misunderstanding surrounding them. It's also kept hush-hush by certain people who rely on the supernatural to profit.

Swan is one of these people. In the 50s, an Entity known as Sparrow approached him at his lowest and convinced him to sign a contract. In exchange for eternal youth and power, Swan would collect more souls for Sparrow. Swan has been largely successful with this through his company Death Studios (upgraded from Death Records) and has expanded from the music industry into general entertainment. He now directs a media conglomerate and makes use of social media to promote his definitely not stolen or exploited productions. Think Mr. Beast meets Disney meets Netflix. He's wildly popular, and partly due to the influence and power granted by Sparrow, almost no one questions how he's still so young and successful and those who do ask questions are quickly silenced. Every artist, writer, actor, singer, musician, producer, etc dreams of one day working for Swan.

Behind the scenes, Swan uses his sweeping control of the entertainment industry to hire fresh faces, sign them onto exploitative contracts, and then drain them of all they're worth. This benefits both him and Sparrow. And, if someone tries to leave or raise the alarm, they simply have a little 'accident' and are brought back as an Undead who can be exploited even more and paid even less. The majority of Swan's employees are actually Undead who have been trapped by their contracts and unable to move on as long as Swan finds them useful.

With that lengthy explanation over, onto the characters!

Winslow Leach is about the same, he's a composer and writer who's been working on a musical stage production of Faust for most of his life. He's not well known and dreams that his work will one day be seen by the world. He has a knack for getting into places he shouldn't be, he's bad with computers and writes most things out by hand, and at this point he's naive and almost blindly optimistic. I'm also giving him The Tism and reclaiming those vibes from the movie because Projection and Yes.

Phoenix never got into singing, though her voice is still terrific. Instead, she's a paranormal investigator and has her own small YouTube channel talking about the supernatural and its presence in their world. She's not as afraid of the unnatural as most people are, and she hopes that exposing these things that people try to sweep under the rug will help them understand the paranormal better and be less afraid of it. She dreams of having her own show one day with the budget to do proper explorations of lesser-known paranormal sites and beings. She's determined to reach this goal to the point of recklessness and risking her own safety, especially since some of these beings can be incredibly dangerous. She's waiting for her shot to get out of her dead end job and chase her goals, and she's not letting anything get in the way.

Swan is Swan, the only big difference is he has a bit more obvious supernatural-ness to him. His Entity-given power relies on perception, making people perceive him however he wants them to. He can extend this power to others and disguise his more inhuman staff so they blend in with the natural world. He plans to open a new major studio location/online streaming service called Paradise+ and is looking for the right content to do it. He's also on TikTok, which is horrifying enough.

Beef! He's a professional actor and writer who's directed and taken part in plenty of stage productions and films in his time. He's also a guitarist, which doesn't come into play in his work as often as he'd like. He suffers the same fate as he does in the movie, but that's far from the end of his story.

The Juicy Fruits are Swan's swiss army knife of an entertainment group, and of course they've all signed contracts with him. Whatever the trends are, the Juicy Fruits will adapt to them. They've gone from songs to gaming to children's entertainment. At one point, the group decided they wanted to move on from Death Studios and tried to exit their contract. Unfortunately, there was an 'accident' during one of the rehearsals, and now they're permanently trapped under Swan's thumb unable to escape or reenter society. The 'accident' also affected their looks, so when they perform they're either animated with motion capture or disguised by Swan or heavy makeup and prosthetics to hide the fact they are no longer alive.

Sometime in the 60s, Swan purchased an older property that included a number of stone gargoyles. In need of some body guards that wouldn't ask questions and weren't as fragile as the usual human grunts, he had them removed from the building and then brought them to life. Thus, Philbin was created. He's Swan's right hand man and does all the dirty work. He doesn't have much to complain about; Swan gave him a disguise so he can appear as human, he gets paid enough and treated better than most of the other employees, and he's got relative freedom in his job. Most contracts are signed through Philbin on behalf of Swan.

This is already really long, so I'll go in depth about the plot in a separate post. But, to give a short summary, the plot of the movie still happens (with a few twists and a different ending), and then the characters go through a few arcs trying to figure themselves out and how to escape Swan's influence. Winslow in particular struggles with his identity and who and what he is after getting Phantom'd. There's laughs to be had, horrors to be witnessed, and not everyone is going to be making it out alive (or un-alive). As a final note, if anyone has any ideas for what this should be called, lmk!

#gamma thoughts #phantom of the paradise #potp #potp au #gamma’s writing #faentom of the paradise

[420technoblazeit]

hello! i'd love to hear your thoughts on hazbin hotel's writing :] i really like the show, but i'm not really sure if i think it's...good? if that makes sense. so i'd love a second opinion :O

oh my god thank you so much for sending this ask bc ive been thinking about this for sooooo long ive got a lot to say about this show. picture that scene in the first episode where charlie whips out her longass pile of drawings to explain the hotel. that's me rn i have many things good and bad to say about this show. first off im gonna keep it a buck fifty with you anyone genuinely saying this show is really bad needs to watch more shows. watch supernatural season 13 or something. this was not by any stretch of the imagination a bad show for me writing-wise and even the criticisms i have here are mostly nitpicks

i actually think they did a pretty good job given the constraints they had. 8 episodes with 25 minutes each is a ridiculously small amount of time. that's less than 4 hours total to tell this whole story and develop, what, 6 main characters? and introduce major antagonists and the minor antagonists for the next season. i don't know how much they had to cut but i'm willing to bet it was a substantial amount since the show in-universe takes place over the span of 6 months. like i know everyone says this about the show but i really do feel bad that they were given such a short amount of time because it's pretty clear to me that there's a lot of passion put behind this project

i've heard a lot of people say that they have issues with the pacing of the show and i kind of agree. i think the timeline of the plot is kind of weird with episode 1 taking place 6 months from the extermination and episode 2 taking place very soon after. if i remember correctly we don't know when episodes 3 and 4 take place but episodes 5, 6, and 7 all take place back to back probably because they didn't want to shove angel, husk, and sir pentious' major character development right at the end of the series as the plot came to its climax. i think i can understand that reasoning but it does make for a very odd structure and leave the story feeling rushed near the end. i don't know what could have fixed this because having vaggie and charlie visit heaven earlier would have meant that a lot of the show had a higher sense of tension and i think that would've been worse. idk. i understand the criticism and i agree with it i just don't know what could have fixed it

the songs are banger. obviously. that's what happens when you hire half of the living tombstone to write your songs theyre just going to be sick as hell. loser, baby was my favorite and the one from dad beat dad was a close second i liked it a lot. i also think they did a great job developing all of the characters and giving them really solid character arcs with a couple exceptions, mostly alastor, niffty, and vaggie. i'll touch on that in a second. to me angel dust is the emotional core of the show and i really like him and husk. theyre my favorites ill b so sad if they get wrenched apart next season

i have some thoughts on vaggie and this comes from a place of love because i think she's an example of a really great character concept with a not-so-great execution. here's what i think. the writers seem to have a tendency of only giving vaggie big character moments that are tied to her relationship with charlie. and it bugs me a little bit. im not saying that vaggie being charlie's girlfriend has to be a smaller part of her character but every time we get a moment with her like her song in episode 3 it's about how she wants to protect charlie. as much as i love 'out for love' in episode 7 it was kind of unnecessary because we already know how devoted vaggie is to charlie. that was never called into question. for her to go to heaven, knowing that they would recognize her there as a fallen angel, just because charlie wanted her to be there really shows how much she loves her. and i think that part of episode 7 could have been better devoted to exploring the reason why she put her faith in the hotel and what charlie was doing in the first place, because she wants to believe that she can find redemption for the crimes she committed as an exorcist. i don't think they talked enough about the idea that vaggie was cast out of heaven for showing mercy to a sinner. and how this shows the very black-and-white view of morality that heaven has. i think i would like vaggie as a character more if the show stopped trying to frame her belief in the hotel as loyalty to her girlfriend and instead talked about how she's trying to find redemption herself, not in trying to get into heaven but in atoning for the many sinners she killed during the exterminations. that's a really big part of her character that i think should be touched on more often

if you follow me you already know my nitpicks about alastor. theyre problems that will almost certainly be fixed in the next season and theyre incredibly minor, i just dont like characters who seem to always inexplicably one step ahead of everyone else and above all sense of consequence. and to me this is made worse by the fact that alastor appears so often in season 1 without having any character development right next to characters like husk and angel who are going through such horrible, horrible things in their lives. and i think the longer we get alastor as a mysterious 5d chessmaster type of character without knowing his true motivations the more annoying it gets. again, nitpicks that almost certainly won't be a problem next season given the way they're setting up his character. you might not have even considered this to be a problem and think that i'm just being a fucked up little whiny bitch. lmao. it's just a personal thing. niffty i think doesn't have to have character development, as it stands she's entertaining enough by herself and i'm fine with having her run around the hotel with no discernible motivations. she's just havin fun

i think the vees are some really strong love to hate them villains. val obviously is a despicable piece of shit and im looking forward to seeing him get what's coming to him. i have no complaints in regards to them i think their moments were tied into the series very well and theyre interesting antagonists already. it's gonna be great seeing them come more into the spotlight in season 2. i will say that i think some of the time dedicated to exploring their characters could have been put towards the actual main villains of this season, heaven and the rest of the angels, but whatever. as i said before i think a lot of the major plot exposition could have been spread out. but in general i think the vees are really interesting

#the pig squeals #hazbin hotel #long post

[enasallavellan]

Results came back yesterday and it's not super good. The results were 'severely delayed gastric emptying'.

So, let me explain how this test works

1. Go in, get vitals, test glucose levels with a finger stick (ow), and a pregnancy test (formality).

2. Sit down and have a meal - and this was the biggest fucking meal I've had since May. Two pieces of white toast with strawberry jelly and two scrambled eggs laced with some sort of non harmful radioactive stuff to make it so the scan can watch.

If I threw it up, the test would be rendered inconclusive and I'd have to do it all over again.

They scan everything up, then I go back to the waiting room for an hour.

Rinse and repeat an additional four times, taking scans every hour.

So first hour, a health person would have 37-90% of the food still in the stomach - I had 87%

Second hour, 30-60% would be normal - I still had 78% of the meal.

By now - I'm fucking nauseous. I've given up on crocheting or writing because my goal is to not vomit so I don't have to do it again.

3rd hour, it's normal to have 10-29% of the food still in your stomach. I had FUCKING 73% still in there.

Fourth and final hour, a normal person would have less than 10% left.

I still had 61% of the meal in my stomach - until moments after the test concluded and I emptied the rest onto the floor.

Which was... just great. At least I was still in the testing area and not out in the waiting room yet.

This is why I've been unable to keep food down since May. This is why I've lost almost 25% of my original weight, been in the hospital, out of the hospital, in and out of urgent care, unable to work and currently have a nest in the bathroom in case I have a bad night and don't want to go back and forth.

As of now, the doc will contact me soon to let me know what the next step is. There's a lot of different things that can cause delayed gastric emptying, and since mine is labeled - 'severe' it does narrow some things down.

But can I just repeat that I ASKED MY FIRST DOCTOR TO TEST THIS IN JUNE?!

But she said, nooooo, I don't think it's that.

So yeah.

Unfortunately, there's no end in sight quite yet. My new doc was very honest when she told me it could still be months and months until I am able to work again.

So yeah, I'll leave my kofi if anyone is willing. I know I've begged a lot the last few months, but I just got shot down for any form of disability. My husband has scored some jobs that's going to keep us afloat, but as far as anything beyond that, it's kind of a no-go, and some wiggle room would be a comfort.

My kofi

Also, I somehow added a poll I can't figure out how to make go away, so for fun, give me a giggle and answer it.

#lacy needs some help guys #lacy explains it all #not dragon age #gastric issues #possible #gastroparesis #and a bunch of other stuff

[bonesandthebees]

YEAHHHH LMAOO that was the only time I've sent an ask on anon idk why I was so anxious that day LMAOOO

Tho I will say I've debated asking this one question to u so many times and everytime I wanna go on anon but then I realise it would not. Make any sense . If I was on anon so I've just refrained from asking lmaoo (which wow brain as soon as I typed this I've forgotten the question. Good job brain)

ANYWAYS MHMHMHM it's of a strawberry flower!! It's genuinely just such a gorgeous tatt I'd want it for myself even if it wasn't matching so I feel very comfortable getting it in the case we ever split up or anything <3

OOHHH THANK YOU YES PLS FEEL FREE TO GIVE ADVICE I AM ALWAYS LOOKING FOR MORE both for traveling solo in another country (I am Scared) and also tattoo after care?? Like. It's gonna be above my ankle how careful of socks/pants should I be :000

I mean if you ever wanna go on anon to ask me something that's totally fine I get it, and also if you're ever worried about asking me something just know that if I ever don't want to answer a question for any reason (ie: the answer isn't something I want to divulge publicly, I don't feel comfortable talking about that subject, I feel like I just don't have a good answer, etc.) I just won't answer it. it doesn't mean I'm going to hold a grudge against someone who asks me something I don't wanna answer. I get it, people are curious or have questions or whatever and that's fine! if I don't wanna answer I simply won't and that doesn't mean I'm upset or annoyed or anything like that

oooo a strawberry flower sounds so pretty!! I'm sure that's gonna look amazing

okay advice time for travel + tattoos under the cut bc it got long

oh yeah I was gonna say you're from canada right? I think going through customs is a bit easier for US/Canadian citizens traveling between the two countries, but still good luck with the lines. other advice I have for traveling in another country solo... while you might consider getting your currency exchanged, almost everyone and everywhere takes card these days so as long as you have a card that can be used internationally (I believe mastercard and visa are pretty much usable in every country, although I'm sure if it's just between the US and Canada most cards are fine, just make sure to check). but also if you do wanna do currency exchange, wait until you're in the US to do that or else you'll get ripped off. once you're in the US just go to an ATM and withdraw cash from your bank account, and it'll come out in US dollars without the additional fee you'd get from going to a currency exchange place

OKAY TATTOO TIPS

I think most tattoo artists these days use second skin after giving someone a tattoo. it's basically a sticky thin sheet of plastic that the artist will put on top of the tattoo after it's finished, and usually your artist will instruct you to leave it on anywhere from 24 hours to several days. any artist worth their salt will properly explain how long to keep it on for, what to expect and look out for, etc. the second skin will protect the tattoo so you won't have to worry about it rubbing against fabric in the initial few days after getting it. although I'll say taking that stuff off is a BITCH it's like peeling a bandaid off but so much worse

however, your artist might not use second skin. out of my five tattoos, only two of the artists I've been to used second skin which is apparently unusual because from what I've heard from tattoo artists is that it's pretty much standard at this point to use it. however because only my latter two tattoos used second skin, I didn't realize that I have reactions to second skin that make it not suitable for me to use. you might have a reaction as well and that's ok! for me at least my reaction wasn't anything bad, it's just that I noticed a lot of redness around the second skin and when I took it off (earlier than I was supposed to) it left marks around my tattoo that didn't go away for 6 months. so yeah in the future if I go to an artist and they want to use second skin, I'm going to refuse because I've healed 3 tattoos perfectly fine without it. so if your artist doesn't use second skin (and tbh even if they do because you'll need this once you take the second skin off) buy some aquaphor. your artist is probably going to instruct you to wash the tattoo with antibacterial soap 2-3 times a day, and afterwards you should put a thin layer of aquaphor on top of the tattoo to protect it and soothe any dryness or scabbing. it might seem annoying to wash a tattoo so many times a day, but trust me once it starts scabbing you're going to want to wash it because it itches and the aquaphor calms it down.

having the tattoo on your ankle might be tricky since it's too cold to wear shorts, and the hem of your pants might rub against it. try to wear pants that are looser around your ankles (no skinny jeans or leggings) so that the fabric doesn't irritate it. and try to wear socks that don't touch the tattoo.

above all though, your tattoo artist should be able to tell you everything I just told you. don't be afraid to ask them questions. they want your tattoo to heal nicely bc that's their work! and just in general don't be shy to talk to your artist. my first two tattoos aren't bad by any means, but I don't love them because I was too anxious to properly communicate with my artist about what I wanted. don't be afraid to ask them to change something in the design, or if they put the stencil on and you want a different placement tell them! your artist is there to work with you so just talk to them :)

okay that got so much longer than I meant it to hope that helps!!

#ask #icyfox17

[maayuls]

Luckae

College tutor AU

//Cw: smut//

Diluc is the top of his class at Mondstadt University and the most popular guy at campus. Despite the many ladies and men who ask him out, he refuses in favor of his studies. However, it all changes when he meets someone from his past.

Kaeya Alberich. Diluc's childhood bully.

"He's tutoring me?! But Dad, I told you, I don't need tutoring!" The bluenette protests as if Diluc wasn't sitting right in front of him.

"Yes, he is, and you're getting tutored whether you like it or not."

With an annoyed huff, Kaeya sat back down on the cough as his father left them alone after discussing payment to Diluc.

"So...Diluc, I see you're not some wimpy kid anymore." Kaeya scoffed, looking at the other up and down.

Diluc has changed since then.

That small little boy grew up to be handsome, tall (though, not as tall as Kaeya), and his muscles toned. Kaeya could even see it through the jacket he was wearing. Meanwhile, to Diluc, Kaeya has changed as well. The only reason Kaeya ever bullied him was because Diluc made the mistake of telling him he liked him. It was elementary school; kids were cruel and especially to those who had puppy crushes.

Kaeya has changed a lot since then—more beautiful, slender, toned, and tall. Diluc can see it all from the way he was only dressed in a T-shirt and some shorts that rose to his thighs, considering he was at his own home. Diluc gulped at the sight.

No matter how much he despised Kaeya for bullying him in his entire elementary days, he couldn't deny now that Kaeya was hot.

If he could just get this over with, the faster he can leave.

As soon as he gets into Kaeya's room, he starts taking his books out.

"So, let's start with basic calcu-"

"I don't need tutoring, so just go home, and I'll tell Dad you did your job. You get paid, so it's a win."

Diluc really hates these kinds of attitudes.

"No can do. I'm here to teach you, and I'm not getting paid until you get your grades up." Diluc explains.

Kaeya gives it a thought and surprises the redhead when he suddenly sat on his lap.

"W-what are you-"

"If you quit now, I'll make it worth your while." Kaeya whispered to his ear.

Diluc groaned as the bluenette grinded his hips.

"I know you still like me. I saw how you looked at me. You want me, don't you?" Kaeya seduced.

He was right. Diluc did want Kaeya.

It's as if a switch was flicked inside his brain. The next thing he knew, he was carrying Kaeya to his bed and hovering over him.

The shocked look on Kaeya's face as he laid under him got to Diluc's pride. It felt good to see him like this.

"You think you can have everything and anything you want, huh? Well, I will be teaching you a very important lesson."

Kaeya didn't know how he ended up on his knees, moaning as fingers opened up his asshole. He never intended to actually have sex with Diluc. He just wanted to scare him off, in fact, he never even had sex before. His entire body trembled just from those fingers abusing his prostate that got him cumming hard.

"P-please..." Kaeya begged, but he doesn't know what for.

For Diluc to stop? Or for Diluc to put something bigger in him?

His body language can say for itself as he took one of his ass cheeks and spread them.

"You want more? Hmm, how about a deal? Allow me to tutor you, and I'll put my dick in you. If you get your grades up, I promise you'll have a reward from me."

Kaeya immediately nodded and agreed, pushing his ass higher in the air.

Who knew getting fingered felt so good? He could only imagine how sex would feel, and he wanted it so bad.

He gasped, followed by a moan as he felt Diluc's tip stretch his rim. It burned for a bit but after Diluc had given him time to adjust, he could finally feel the pleasure set in.

But why wasn't Diluc moving yet?

"There's something I'd like to hear from you first. An apology." Diluc whispered in his ear. "You broke my little heart back then, you know?"

"I-I...I'm sorry...please forgive m-me..."

"Why did you bully me? Did you hate me that much?" Diluc asked, making slow circular movements with his hips.

"Mnnhh...no..."

"Then why?"

"I...didn't know..ah..how to say I liked you..too."

Kaeya hid his face on his arms in shame. He was never an expressive kid, always surpressing his actual feelings even now, but of course, he was ashamed of ever bullying someone for liking him. It only made it worse that Diluc turned out to be his type.

He was rewarded for his honesty. Diluc started thrusting in and out, relishing on the moans that followed from the man beneath him. Diluc's hands roamed all over his body, touching and leaving marks on untouched skin.

For a moment, he pulled out completely. Before Kaeya could ask why he stopped, he was flipped over until he could see him face to face. Diluc's cock suddenly buried itself back inside the tight ass and continued to rearrange Kaeya's insides.

Oh, how beautiful Kaeya looks with that fucked out face looking directly at the man fucking the life out of him.

"I'm gonna cum inside you."

"Yes...please cum inside..me." Kaeya moaned out loud as his tummy burned with his incoming climax.

With a loud moan, almost a scream, Kaeya's body convulsed as cum dripped from his dick and his walls tightened around Diluc. The redhead groaned as he released inside him in bliss. Slowly, he eventually pulled out, watching as his cum overflowed from the swollen, puckered hole.

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"Is this how you treat all your students?" Kaeya asked with a bit of a huff.

Although, a bit ashamed that he got out of control like that, but at least it worked out.

Eventually, Kaeya did get his grades up and got his reward from Diluc.

His reward involved a romantic date, a confession, and a very sex-filled night at a hotel.

END.

#luckae #luckae smut #college AU #smut #reposted from twitter

[grilledpook]

so some of you may have noticed i took "admin for ask-the-64-rejects out of my bio."

i know, i know, one of these long posts. you can skip it if you want, im not throwing any shade, just explaining the sudden change.

why did i leave that blog when it became a huge part of my life? internally it was alot of issues we didn't properly address. those couldn't be ignored forever. eventually, they'd all blow up in our faces. and they did.

it was a sinking ship, but dammit i loved it. i was determined we could keep this thing going, but that's a stupid mindset. if things didn't change (and they didn't) there was no way we should've expected a different outcome. i just wish i hadn't gotten in so deep.

this left me with alot of added stress and anxiety, thinking that it was my duty to pull the blog out of its rut and becoming devastated when i couldn't. and really, it wasn't something i would have been able to do on my own. we were a team, after all, but we couldn't communicate like one.

i could list every individual reason that culminated in the current mass exodus, but i'll just say this: the blog getting so big was ultimately its downfall. this has left a sour taste in my mouth, but im afraid it isn't the first time i've been in a situation like this.

it wasn't all bad though. for a while, it genuinely was fun. i got to meet and work with a bunch of amazing people, and for that i'm grateful. i've grown very attached to alot of the clones and even made a few of my own. working on 64 rejects also helped me improve my art and comic making styles for when i get to my own projects, and now i can focus on those exclusively.

despite everything, i don't regret my ask-the-64-rejects era. i did what i thought was right and in the name of fun. hindsight is always 20/20 and i can see now when it crossed from a hobby into a job. but now, i'd just like to put it behind me and carry on.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Just wondering (no hate, I promise) what are your specific issues with MF and MGK’s relationship? Not a fan of hers (last I saw was Jennifer’s Body), and though I like his music I’m not really into keeping up with gossip (bad for my mental health), so I truly mean it, what’s up with them? Also feel free to not answer this is if you’re not doing well/are worried you’ll get hate for it. Hope you’re having a great day :)

Oh I'll probably definitely get hate for it, people who support her tend to act like her which I'm sure in their eyes is a lovely thing. I'd refer you mostly to @triplexdoublex for alllll the bullet points, I truly try to keep my page to supporting the boys- though I can't always keep myself from a few choice words about her. Roxy has always been the best at covering what happens between them, though I think even she is getting a bit worn down by it so I wouldn't suggest asking so much as scrolling through her old posts. But I'll take a small crack at it.

I was supportive in the beginning, he talked like he was so in love and I have plenty of old posts showing them off and telling people to leave them alone, but then the drama started.

She would post something melodramatic and keep it super cryptic and sad and people would automatically spread rumors he was cheating. She let rumors spread that he gave her a ring that physically hurt if she took it off, never explaining he hadn't. The jewelry company had to explain. She posted a pic of her arm in a cast and said something like 'I deserved this' or something along those lines which of course people started saying he had hurt her. Eventually the movie company she had been filming with came out explaining she fell during a stunt. This is a small amount of things she would post that would start rumors he was abusive and she fueled the fire at every turn instead of fixing it. She has only once that I can think of said anything to fix the problem and even then it was after posting a caption alluding to him cheating and people went wild and pulled his female guitarist into the mix. She deleted her Instagram and hid for a long time before saying it was "all the media's fault". She acts like she's never to blame but she loves stirring the pot and watching his reputation burn.

There are a lot of images of the exact opposite happening, her very obviously "getting on to him" in public at award shows or just shunning him when he'd get near, which of course also spread rumors but only about him.

She acts like she fixed him, she flat out said she manifested him into existence as a child. Like he's some bad boy archetype and nothing more. Like he's there to serve her. It's not healthy for either of them, her putting that much pressure on him or her having that high of thought about him. There's so many things that make me twitch when I see that they're still together. His personality changes, the way he seems submissive around her but himself everywhere else. The way his own friends seem to come out in support of him staying free of her. Pretty much all of this is on Roxy's page, she did an amazing job keeping up with it all.

I'm sure I'm about to get hate for this, besides my fics I've tried to be mostly careful about staying out of it but for a few random mentions. I've supported Roxy when people come for her and that's how most of the hate has ended up here but honestly I just feel bad for them. I don't spend my time hating her, I don't sit around and fume about it, I try not to even post about it much. Besides my genuine concern for him I don't actually focus on her much at ALL anymore. Why waste my time on hate? I'm sure I'll get anon rage for this but like... That must be a really hard way to live. I always think that about her too. How exhausting it must be to crave attention and shit stirring like that. How tiring narcissism must be. I don't wish harm on her, I just don't think either of them are healthy together. She needs to find herself again as much as he needs free. She's literally changing herself to fit what she thinks he wants. Just so people pay attention? Shit that must suck. Hopefully this explained a few things but again I suggest a deep dive on Roxy's page for the best info 🖤 Hope you have a great day too!

#asks #jinx answers #now ill just watch my anons 😅😂 #oops

[fuck-customers]

LONG POST

I just saw another post that reminded me of my short but hellish time working at a local family restaurant.

I filled out an application and handed it over in person and the owner called me the next day to start working that night. (🚩#1- no background check, no real interview, just asked if I was over 18, what my availability was and if I'd ever worked in a restaurant before and maybe for my ID, I'm not even sure if he asked for that) Whatever. I was desperate for a job and came in. I was upfront that this was my first job, I had no work experience, especially no restaurant experience but I was ready to try my best and was eager to learn. The owner also informed me to not come through the main restaurant doors where customers come through, to go through the back entrance. (This is relevant later)

I get all of 2 minutes of training (this is not really a red flag, more of a pink one) and set to work. The boss writes down on a pad of paper what time I came in and later writes down what time I left, the other employees do the same thing (🚩) No real/accurate clocking in exists, nor does any actual schedule exist, just the owner verbally saying to come in tomorrow or the next day or whenever at whatever time, but only one shift is notified at a time. (🚩) No one speaks to me, which I originally contributed to them being busy, until I noticed how dead the restaurant was. The only time anyone DOES speak to me, it is to condescendingly tell me how I'm fucking up and usually to yell at me. This not only includes the owner yelling at me, but his nephew who also works there as well as one of the waitresses, both of whom are supposed to be on my same employee level/aka not management. (🚩)

On the first day of work, I explain to the owner that I was looking around to find where dishes go because I have a bad memory due to brain damage and I WILL be able to eventually memorize where everything is supposed to go, it just might take me longer than the average person. He jokes about how he also has a bad memory and to ask anyone there for help, giving me false confidence that he may be understanding. I forgot where some dishes go on the second day and ask him where they go. Instead of helping like he claimed he would, he screams at me because I "can't even remember something so simple" (🚩)

On maybe the 3rd or 4th shift I have, I try to go in through the back as instructed, but the door is locked. I knock on the door and yell for someone to let me in for 5 or so minutes and no one comes. I obviously have no keys to this place I've worked at for 3 days, so I give up and go in through the main restaurant doors. The owner sees me and I immediately start trying to explain about the door being locked and no one answering and he either ignores me or doesn't hear me over his own yelling and is screaming at me in front of my coworkers and the customers eating their meals about how he told me not to come in through the restaurant and to only use the backdoor and refused to listen when I tried to explain that it was LOCKED. (🚩) I am obviously rattled and stressed and embarrassed so I scramble to the back to focus on work so I don't cry. After I contain myself, I get to work and I'm working for maybe 10-20 minutes when the owner stops by my station and asks if I like working there (🚩 I guess??? Wtf kind of question is that, ESPECIALLY after yelling at someone in front of employees and customers?) Of course I lie and say yes and I'm suddenly aware that I'm not currently working and I panic and start washing again. He stops me and says "Get out." "...What?" "Leave. Get out." "...the dishes..?" (in my defense I was very rattled) "I'll have [whatever his nephew's name was] do them. Leave now. You're too slow, I can do these dishes in half the time it takes you. See? *washes a dish* Leave." (side note: the dishes he "washed" and deemed acceptable to be served to customers STILL had food caked on them. 🤮 🚩)

I'm very disoriented and on the verge of tears, so I take off my apron as fast as possible and run out the door to avoid crying in front of everybody, as now the whole goddamn crew has come to watch my humiliation, and call my mom in tears in the parking lot. It's only afterwards, after I've calmed down that I realize that he never paid me (🚩) and I don't even know how much I'm supposed to be paid, since he never told me how much I was supposed to make in an hour (🚩) (yeah that one was on me, but honestly this guy scared me even during the "interview" and I was afraid to ask questions because he was very harsh) My mom (correctly) tells me to go back and demand my pay. The only silver lining in my story is that he doesn't argue against paying me and gives me cash (idk how much it was, but I do remember confirming that it was the correct amount for minimum wage for how many hours I worked)

I worked there less than a week, but it was enough to traumatize me and make me refuse to work in a restaurant setting ever again. There is an overall silver lining: as I recalled this story, I was curious if there were employee reviews and if that guy was also abusive to other employees or if he just had something against me. I didn't find any employee reviews, but I did discover that the restaurant is permanently closed as of 2020. Good fucking riddance. I hope he wasn't as horrible to his other employees as he was to me, but at least he won't be able to abuse them anymore.

[deathsprofit]

@ ky why you unfollowed?

[*] please remember you can still send asks if you wish even if we are not mutuals as long as you're not minor not racist not pedo in both ooc & ic.

i don't have to explain to each one why I unfollowed but here's a list of possible reasons you pick what makes you happy:

[x] i changed my rules. i used to be fine when people tag some gross content but not anymore. due bad experience with some i'll just respectfully soft block so we both unfollow each other. if you still wanna follow my blog feel free it's just some content i'd like not to see on my dash n im tired following up with each blog gross list tags.

[x] i hate any type of including a minor/teen in a sexual content.. even if they are not in a sexual content i fukin' hate teen muses anyway. call me a hater i just don't wanna see them.

[x] im strongly against people writing characters that are racist pedophiles homophobes etc etc.. your character being a survivor of such stuff in their back story is fine.. but your character committing such shit in rp is nope for me.

[x] I lose interest in our interactions. When people lose interest to write with me I rather they unfollow me than force themselves to write with me just because we're old mutual. so when I feel that you or me lose the interest to interact i'll just respectfully unfollow or block/unblock. it's not your job to entertain me and it's not my job to entertain you so if one of us is not having fun it's not worth it.

[x] your replies are weird to me. honestly my writing is so simple it's even trash but at least i try to make my character's actions /words clear for you to interact with them. some people's replies are so unrelated to what my muse said or did like as if they're answering another thread. im not saying im a good writer nope the opposite i just don't understand your writing sometimes and i'll save us both the awkwardness if that is repeated in few threads i'll just unfollow.

[x] you don't give me much to work with. rp is like catch ball. you have to throw and receive. I cant keep throwing the ball at you every time and your character is too passive in their response. so unless it's an ending of a thread your character gotta do /say something for my character to react otherwise your character can stay in their own world and i'll unfollow lol.

[x] ooc drama/ demanding replies / crossing ooc boundaries / talkin' shit about another mun i rp with.. etc im not a good person im trash in both person and in my writing. i enjoy writing though and i wanna be respectful and chill with people but some people are not chill.. i wont keep up with that. I'll unfollow if I feel uncomfortable with you. (people who are allowed to personally harass me are tala and sila lolol) anyone else you have to respect some boundaries with me.

[x] Thoughts about quitting rp. instead of deleting the blog i decided to keep it for the sake of the very few people who i love writing with. but will keep inbox open for non-mutual asks if they want to.

that being said I hope you find your reasons within the list if you been so obsessed of knowing why. again i aint a good person im trash but i try to have fun.

After this post im starting a new page and leaving this topic behind me. don't come ask me again about it i wont hesitate to block.

please keep eye on my rules before interacting.

with all love and respect ky

#for those demanding answers #read every word carefully #ooc #psa

[justzoni]

Life Updates

With the U-KISS Comeback, I've had a few PMs here and on Facebook asking if I, too, will be making a comeback.

The short answer is no, I have no plans to resume writing fan fiction. That's not to say I never will, but it's not in the books right now.

For a longer answer, I'll go ahead and give you guys a life update. Under a cut, of course, to save everyone's sanity.

Ask anyone who knows me and they will tell you that I am an incredibly laid back, happy person. I go with the flow, don't get irritated or upset, and have an easy time handling problems when they arise.

That being said, there is one thing that pisses me off like nothing else: people who try to tell me what I am or am not capable of doing. And yes, when people do that, I can also hold a grudge.

Five years ago, my ex walked out on me twelve days after I had major abdominal surgery, when I couldn't even lift a gallon of milk or take care of myself properly. Before she did, she made a few statements that really got to me. She said that autistics can only have jobs, not careers. I was told that I should be grateful that I could find retail work that paid $15 an hour, because that was all I was worth since I didn't have a college degree. And I was also told that I should count my self very lucky that I had someone to "help out" financially.

To add to this, my doctors had told me that I would never run a mile, couldn't lift weights, and would never be able to leave the house without having an inhaler in my purse or pocket because to do so would be risking death.

When I say that I hold a grudge, I think what I really mean is that when people tell me shit like that, I tend to do everything I can to prove them dead wrong.

So, over the last five years, I have built a strong and successful career. I have become a recognized expert in my field, with a great reputation. I went from making $15 an hour to making well into the six figures. I traded in my tiny rented room in New York for a big, beautiful house in an upscale neighborhood in Nashville. The junker I was driving that would occasionally die at the worst times was sold off and replaced with a new SUV with all the bells and whistles.

And to top it all off, I got myself to a point where I was running five miles every morning and didn't have a second thought about my asthma.

I fixed everything but my severe trust issues.

Two years ago, I met a guy named Mike. We had a lot in common: he works in tech, loves dogs, loves movies, and is a craft beer enthusiast. Great. But I wasn't sure I wanted a relationship at all, as I had been determinedly single and had worked hard to keep myself from getting too close to anyone.

Four months after I met Mike, I got some bad news. My doctor informed me that I needed knee surgery. The surgery was explained to me as a very simple procedure that would take an hour. I'd be able to use crutches for the first three or four days, then I'd be back to full function within two weeks. No big deal.

When I went in for the surgery, I expected Mike to help me back home and help me out the next day, as he had offered. But nothing beyond that.

And then the surgery went very wrong. The procedure that was supposed to take an hour wound up taking half a day. Instead of the minor repair I was told about, the surgeon wound up basically having to rebuild my knee. He described it as the worst damage he had ever seen that wasn't from a single, traumatic incident like machinery accidents.

The recovery I was looking at was this: fourteen weeks before I could put any weight on my left leg whatsoever, six more weeks with severe restrictions and crutches, and very extensive recovery time. My knee still isn't back to full function.

With that kind of a medical situation, I expected Mike to take me home, help me get set up, then maybe call one of my friends to come help me out. After all, he'd only been dating me for about four months, and that was not at all what he had signed up for.

When they released me from the hospital, Mike drove me home and got me settled. He then left... and drove to his house, packed up a large suitcase, grabbed his dog, and moved into my house for the duration of my recovery.

If you'd like to know how to earn someone's trust, that'll do it.

In a little over three weeks, Mike and I are flying to Charleston, where we will be exchanging vows in a public park while surrounded by family. We have a very good life, and right now it is very full with work, wedding stuff, trying to get back into running, and talk of starting a family soon.

I do still occasionally write, but it's almost entirely original fiction. When I do get hit with a wave of nostalgia, I go through and poke at old fan fiction to make some edits and wonder why I stopped writing. But I no longer feel the pleasure and enjoyment that I used to while writing.

I'll leave this for now. Maybe someday I'll be back. Maybe I won't.

In the meantime, if anyone needs to get a hold of me, just shoot me a note. Cheers.

#life

[je-suis-asshole]

how do you feel right after all

part 3 of good old fashioned lover boy

“It's a blight on our family name!" Steve's father bellows, throwing kindling into the fire that rages in Steve's head.

"Oh, so when everyone knows you're banging that secretary of yours, what's her name? Amanda? That's fine? But when I have a few drinks it's-" his mother shrieks, crystal clear despite being several floors away.

"It's not a few drinks, you're a fucking alcoholic and don't care who knows it!"

They had been battling for close to half an hour, voices just quiet enough to keep the neighbors from knowing how the Harrington's weren't as perfect as they so desperately tried to seem.

"I am not an alcoholic! That's hardly what you should be concerned about when your son has no future and it's your fault!" Steve flinches when he's brought up. It's not uncommon. Most arguments end up being about how much of a disappointment he is.

"My fault?! I'm not the one who let him bounce from minimum wage job to minimum wage job! You're too soft on him!"

"Trust me, if I wanted to I'd do something about it in a heart beat! He just has no motivation!" Steve's mother screamed.

How desperately he wishes that he was anywhere but there. In fact, he was supposed to have picked up Will, El, and Mike from the Wheeler's house ten minutes ago. They were going to meet Eddie and the rest of the kids at the arcade, but he just can't bring himself to go downstairs and become the center of the argument yet again.

Sighing, he picks up the telephone and dialed the Wheeler's number. At the very least he should explain his absence. The kids deserve that much.

"Hello?" Will's quiet voice picks up. Steve can barely hear it over his parents shouting.

"Will? It's Steve," he replies, biting at his thumbnail. He's letting the kids down. He's always letting someone down, and now it's those poor kids who've been through so much.

"Oh, hey Steve, what's up? Where are you?" Will asks.

"Um, I don't know if I can come and pick you guys up. Can you ask Nancy to take you?" Steve feels bad just asking, but he can't just leave them alone.

"She's out with Jonathon. Are you okay?" Will has the biggest heart of anyone Steve's ever met, rivaling only Eddie's. Of course he would be worried about Steve of all people.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. What about Mrs. Wheeler?" Steve offers. He won't hang up until he knows that there's a plan.

"She's out," Will says, guilt dripping from his tone. A stone drops into Steve's stomach. He's hurting this poor boy.

"Shit. I'm so sorry." He's going to have to suck it up. Be a man like his father always told him. His pathetic inability to be around his parents is dragging everyone around him down.

"No, it's okay. We'll find a ride. Don't worry about it. It's okay," Will tries to assure, but Steve's already made his mind.

"It's not. I'll- I'll be there in 15, okay?"

"Steve-" He doesn't let Will finish before hanging up.

All he has to do now is toughen up and walk downstairs. The Byer's were visiting for the summer to be with their friends, and Steve's stopping them because he can't just go downstairs.

After a few moments, he takes a deep breath. Whatever happens, happens. Whatever they say, he deserves. It's true, after all.

Just as Steve starts walking across his room like a prisoner on his way to the execution chamber, the doorbell rings. The arguing stops. Slowly, he creeps into the hall to eavesdrop without alerting his parents.

"Who are you?" his fathers deep voice asks, disgust evident.

"Uh... is Steve here?"

Eddie. Eddie's at his door, with his father. Passionate, caring Eddie who heard his fathers voice as he gave Steve what for a few weeks ago.

Before Eddie could get himself hurt or before his father could find something to get mad about, Steve dashed down the stairs.

"How do you-" Once at the bottom, he hurried to introduce the boy.

"Father, this is my friend...'s," he added, stomach dropping as he sees Dustin, Erica, Lucas, and Max standing behind his boyfriend.

"You know these children?" his father asks, a heavy hand landing on his shoulder. Steve can't stop the flinch.

"Yeah," he says as confidently as he can manage.

"The only friends you could make are 10 year olds?" his father scoffs. Dustin's face screws up.

"We're 14!" he bites back.

"And I'm 11," Erica speaks up, crossing her arms and scowling at his father.

"I'm 20," Eddie says, glaring. There's too much fire behind his eyes. He knows what Steve's father did and if the way his hand shakes and clenches means anything, he's not happy about it.

"Children and a freak," his father corrects. They all share apprehensive glances.

"I used to babysit them..." Steve says, eyes barely flicking up to meet Eddie's. "Eddie's not a freak."

He looks desperately at Steve with the barest shake of his head. Before his father can respond, his mother pushes his way in between them.

"Who are these people?" she asks, a wine glass in her hand.

"His friends," his father sneers.

"What are they doing here?" It's like they aren't even there. Max’s nose wrinkles at this.

"Steve's driving us to the arcade," she supplies. Not technically true, but that doesn't matter.

"What, you got a job there or something?" his mom snorts.

"He's too under-qualified," his father grins. They both laugh, reedy and sharp. The only thing they agree on is that he's a waste of a son.

"I'll be back soon," Steve murmurs to them, shrugging away from his father and closing the door behind him.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asks, breathing the tension away. Adrenaline pumps through him like he just walked away from a battle.

"Eddie was on his way to pick us up when Will called and said something was wrong," Lucas answers.

"Your dad's an asshole, dude," Dustin says, stating the perfectly obvious.

At this, Eddie starts toward the door, a glower in his eyes that sets Steve on edge. He shoots out a hand to stop him. He won't let Eddie get hurt because of him.

"Ed's..." he whispers. It's not worth it. He's not worth it.

"'Ed's'?" Erica asks, eyebrows raised.

"Erica," Lucas chastises, elbowing the girl. She raises her hands in surrender.

"Sorry. I was tied up with something," Steve apologizes, trying to explain his absence and move on from the obvious tension in his household. It doesn't help that his parents have decided to start loudly arguing again. Max looks sympathetic. She pities him. They all do.

"I'll get my keys and head to the Wheeler's. I'll meet you guys at the arcade. I, um, have some quarters for you guys in the car. Maybe I can get you guys something to eat after?" he offers. He needs to make it up to them.

"You're going back in there?" Max asks softly.

"Well, how else am I supposed to get my keys?" he asks, laughing. It sounds weak. Disgusting. They can see right through him and it shows.

"You're not going back in there," Eddie says firmly.

"I need to pick up-" Steve starts, but Eddie's not having it.

"I'll get them," he suggests, hand twitching at his side. Steve wants to grab it so bad, to hide in him for a moment, but the kids are there.

"There's not enough room for everyone in the van."

"I can drop these ones off and go and get the rest," Eddie says.

"And leave them alone? I can't let them-" Steve argues. The kids are his responsibility, not Eddie's. If he was strong enough, none of them would have to be dealing with this.

"Is Robin working today?" his boyfriend asks.

"She should be."

"I'll leave them with Robin. It should only take 10 minutes," Eddie offers. Steve almost argues, Robin shouldn't have to pick up his slack, until he sees the suggestion for what it is. An excuse to get rid of Steve. It effectively cuts him out of the equation, making it easier for everyone. They don't want to deal with him anymore.

"Oh. Okay," he says, dumbly.

Why would they want him there? It's supposed to be a fun day, and he's anything but. He's already ruined it and they haven't even gotten to the arcade.

Numbly, he steps back and reaches back for the door handle and prepares himself to brave his house again.

"What are you doing?" Lucas asks, eyebrows furrowed with worry. Steve's making them worry. He needs to get out of there. That's his job, to worry. To worry about them. Not the other way around.

"...going back in?" Steve answers.

"Why?"

"If Eddie's driving you then I don't need to be there," he says. They stare at him. He's done something else wrong, hasn't he?

"Big Sinclair, can you go unlock the van?" Eddie asks, breaking the silence and digging through his pockets.

"Yeah," Lucas says. Eddie tosses him the keys.

"Come on guys," Max mutters, taking a step behind her and beckoning the others to follow. The kids retreat back to the van with a few glances back.

"You need to get out of there," Eddie says once they're out of earshot.

"What?"

"Steve, you can't stay in that house," he says, a tentative handing landing on his shoulder. To the kids, it probably looked like a friendly gesture. They couldn't see the way Eddie squeezed, his thumb rubbing comforting circles.

From behind Eddie, Steve can see Dustin beeline towards the passenger seat. It makes sense. He always rides shotgun. He probably rode it on the ride over.

Lucas stops him with an arm though, alongside an almost unreadable shake of the head. Max says something too quietly to hear. Dustin's eyes meet Steve's, sad and scared. He follows Lucas into the backseat.

"Why not?" Steve asks. Sure, his parents couldn't give less of a shit about him. But if he wasn't such a burden, they wouldn't be so terrible. He was equally to blame.

"They're killing you," Eddie whispers, biting on his lower lip. Tears well up in his eyes, and oh, how Steve wishes he could hold onto him and bury his face into his neck and press gentle kisses against his collarbone and-

And the kids are still watching.

"That's an exaggeration, I don't think-" Steve starts. Eddie is relentless, though.

"Has he hit you since last time?" he asks.

Steve cringes at the question. It doesn't need to be answered. Eddie knows. Of course he does.

"It wasn't that hard," Steve defends, scratching the back of his neck. His collar feels like it's shrinking.

"Stevie," Eddie murmurs, leaning towards him.

"I'm an adult. Plus, I deserved it, okay, so-"

"Please," he begs, taking a step forward. They're almost too close for friends. They both glance at the van.

"Baby, they shouldn't be hurting you," Eddie whispers, as if the kids could hear him all the way over there, or Steve's parents could hear anything over the argument that rages on.

"I talked back, if I hadn't talked back he wouldn't have..." Steve trails off. His father had taken a jab at his sexuality when told that he didn't have a girlfriend. Steve had said there was nothing wrong with liking men. He should have kept his mouth shut. "Even if I left, where would I go?"

The question hangs heavy between them. Steve has a minimum wage retail job. How could he afford to leave?

"The kids are waiting," he says once the silence starts to make him squirm.

Eddie nods sadly, sighing and looking at him forlornly. Steve hates that he hurts Eddie, but what he was supposed to do? If he could have left he would have.

After only a few steps towards the van, Steve stops and gasps. "Wait!" he cries.

"What?" Eddie stops.

"I need to get quarters for the kids," Steve says. Eddie looks at him strangely.

"They have quarters," he states, but Steve shakes his head. After years of looking after the kids, he's grown used to what he needs to do for them.

"Max doesn't have enough and Lucas' parents make him and Erica share and Will always lets the others take some of his," he explains.

"We can stop at the gas station and I'll get them some rolls," Eddie offers, but Steve shakes his head.

"No! No, I- you can't," he insists. Eddie shouldn't have to pay for his cowardice.

"You said you keep quarters for them in the car?" Eddie asks. Before Steve can respond, he says, "I'll get your keys for you, okay?"

"If we're getting the keys, shouldn't I just stop by the Wheeler's house?" Steve asks.

"You're really twisting my arm here, Stevie boy," Eddie sighs, throwing his arms up and taking a step back.

"What?" Steve asks, watching Eddie pace in a circle.

"I don't want to leave you alone," he admits.

"I'll be with the kids."

"But on the ride over? I... I just don't want to leave you."

Oh. Eddie didn't want to let him out of his sight. Steve couldn't remember the last time someone had wanted him around.

"Keys are on my dresser. Ignore my parents. Don't talk, don't look, don't stop, don't engage," he instructs.

"Got it," Eddie says, saluting. He leans in, lips just inches away from Steve's cheek before remembering their company.

"I love you," he whispers, big eyes looking up.

"I love you too," Steve smiles. With that Eddie disappears back into Hell. Not that he hasn't already been there. And almost died. Despite how hard he was trying to convince Steve that it wasn't his fault, it was hard to not shoulder blame.

Steve glances at the van and catches the kids watching him. They all looked away, except for Erica. He offers her a smile, but she squints at him suspiciously.

Steve only has to wait a moment before the door opens again. "They didn't even notice me," Eddie says, slamming the door and muffling the arguing once again.

"That's good," Steve says, sighing in relief.

"Let's get your damn quarters," Eddie huffs, brushing their hands together as he passes.

Once Steve grabs the rolls of quarters from his car and slipped his keys back into his pocket, they head into the van. The passenger seats left open for him. Steve digs his nails into his palm to stop himself from crying.

"Alright kiddos, new game plan. I'm gonna leave you all with the lovely Miss Buckley for a second while Steve and I go and pick up El, Will, and Mike. If you give her any trouble I'll make you walk home. Got it?" Eddie asks, starting the old van.

"Yes Sergeant Munson," Dustin says sarcastically .

"That's the exact kind of lip that will get you kicked out of the van, shrimp," Eddie tuts, waggling his finger as the van careens down the street. Steve isn't sure he actually legally has his license.

"Are you okay, Steve?" Dustin asks, ignoring Eddie.

"What?"

"Are we just gonna- ow, what the hell, Lucas?" he yelps, rubbing his head where Lucas had hit it.

"Shut your trap, dude," he warns. Steve watches, smiling gratefully at the boy.

"What, I'm just- ow!" This time it's Max, smacking his shoulder and rolling her eyes.

"Stop talking."

"Why am I- what the shit?!" Dustin shrieks, curling into himself as Erica punches his shoulder.

"That one was just for fun," she shrugs, grinning.

"Let's stop hitting Henderson," Eddie scolds, but only Steve can see the smile he's biting back.

"But it's so much fun," Max says, elbowing him again with a smirk.

"Dude!" Dustin howls. Steve and Eddie collapse into a fit of giggles. "A little help, please?"

"The next person to hit Dustin doesn't get a milkshake after you're finished at the arcade," Steve announces as sternly as possible, the effect ruined at how hard he's trying to not laugh.

The van falls into silence for a moment, before Erica slaps Lucas upside the head.

"Hey!" he shouts, and the adults start laughing all over again.

"The next person to hit anyone doesn't get a milkshake," Steve corrects, and Erica rolls her eyes.

"Fine, fine," she concedes.

By the time the kids get dropped off at Family Video, Steve can't wipe the smile off of his face.

"Here, everyone take a roll of quarters. Don't leave this room until we get back," he says, handing them out a roll each. Robin watches from behind the counter.

"What if we have to use the bathroom?" Dustin asks.

"Shit on the floor," Steve answers, smiling at him dryly.

"Not when I have to clean it up!" Robin protests, glaring at both of them.

"What if the building is on fire?" Lucas asks.

"I'm sure you can figure that one out. Be nice while we're gone," Eddie says. He and Steve start to pile back into the van.

"You owe me!" Robin calls after them. Steve flips her off, but he knows he'll pay her back.

Once they start their journey to the Wheeler's house, Eddie runs a hand through his tangled mess of curls and sighs.

"I have a proposition for you," he says, tapping his fingers against steering wheel.

"Okay," Steve hums, pulling a knee up to his chest. He wants to lay a hand on Eddie’s thigh now that the kids were gone, but he doesn’t want to make Eddie mad. He fiddles with his shirt in substitution.

"Move in with me," Eddie says bluntly.

"What?"

"Stevie, I can't leave you in that house. Your parents have been destroying you for the last 20 years and I can't watch," he says, gnawing at his lip.

"It's fine, Ed's," Steve insists. It wasn’t that big of a deal. Certainly not enough to force Eddie to put up with him for that long. Eddie didn’t deserve that. And Steve deserves the home life that he has. If he didn’t, why else would his parents treat him like that?

"I love you so much. You know I do, princess. But it's killing you and you know it. I wish you'd just do this for yourself," Eddie groans.

Steve flushes at the name. Ever since their first kiss, Eddie had been making it his mission to find the pet name that made Steve blush the most. One of his talents was making Steve flustered, and boy did he utilize it.

"I can't do that to you," Steve says.

"I don't care! I would love for you to live with me, especially if it means getting away from those monsters," Eddie says, his tapping growing faster.

"We've only been dating for a couple weeks," Steve says. Surely that was too soon to move in. And they’d only know each other for a few months.

"Who cares?! Ask Robin! Ask Nancy! Fucking Dustin! I don't care, just don't stay there," Eddie begs. This really wasn’t about getting Steve to move in with him. It was about getting Steve to move out of his parents house.

Maybe Steve was just a people pleaser. Maybe he couldn’t stand to look at the desperation in Eddie’s eyes anymore. But he relented. “…I'll think about it," he whispers.

"Okay. That's okay," Eddie says, forcing himself to relax into the seat.

Steve wouldn’t mind living with Eddie. He often finds himself daydreaming during work of slow mornings with the boy, in a house or apartment or even trailer that was all their own.

Gut instinct tells him that he doesn’t deserve a future as nice as that one. But it’s hard to listen to it as he watches the sunlight filter through Eddie’s long hair.

Maybe this is the first step towards that future. Maybe Steve doesn’t deserve it.

But damn does he want it.

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