#olive overshares again

[wynnyfryd]

hayrides and late harvests

part of our nano NaNo 30-day steddie prompt challenge; day 5, prompt #31: "Please let me help you. I’m begging you to let me help you.” Rated M

[read on AO3 or below the cut]

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“Fuck,” Eddie scowls, just barely resisting the urge to throw his guitar clear across his room. He eases her onto the floor beside his bed, the twist tugging uncomfortably at the tight, pink skin surrounding his bat bites - not nearly so metal now that they’ve rendered him a fucking invalid, Jesus Christ - and falls back against his pillows with a groan.

“This sucks, man,” he tells Steve as he stretches the weakened tendons in his forearm. Steve, who’s perched at the foot of his bed, nursing a joint and paying no mind to the way Eddie’s got both feet jammed under his thigh for warmth. Steve, who’s still healing from his own bites and scrapes and goddamn strangulation bruises, and who keeps playing the unwaveringly kind and patient caretaker anyway while Eddie just sits there and selfishly whines about his own problems.

Steve, who looks like Autumn incarnate, so pretty in the low lamplight with his smooth, olive skin, his rose dusted cheeks, his marigold sweater. His hair is the color of cinnamon roasted pecans and kettle corn and candied apple caramel.

Steve hands him the joint.

“Sorry,” Eddie says as he takes a puff. “I know you don’t want to hear me complain about my own problems. Like you don’t have it just as bad. Shit, like everyone else doesn’t, either, I just… I just can’t stop thinking about all the things I can’t do anymore, you know? Fucking hand tremors. Think I’m losing my mind a little here, Harrington, if that’s- if that’s even still possible,” he laughs without mirth. “I can’t write, can’t draw, can’t play guitar for more than four minutes without my whole arm cramping up. I can’t even goddamn jerk off anymore! Like, I don’t even remember the last time that I—”

He doesn’t mean to say it, honest. It just slips out in the frustrated stream of consciousness spilling from his lips, but then Steve’s head snaps up, and he’s looking right at Eddie, and, “Shit,” Eddie gulps. “Sorry, that’s, uh...”

Too much. Way too much information, Munson, like, surely this is the thing that gets Steve to drop the patient saint act and leave his trailer for good, right? Because Eddie can’t keep his stupid, oversharing mouth shut?

Steve doesn’t leave.

He doesn’t even move to politely retreat from Eddie’s personal space. He just looks at him, rests a tentative hand on Eddie’s knee, squeezes once. His tongue flicks out to wet his lip, nervous.

“…Can I help?” Steve asks.

“Can you what?” Eddie responds, feeling his eyes bulge half out of their sockets as they dart between Steve’s face and the hand on his knee. Steve’s tongue does the thing again.

“Let me help you,” he says, low and insistent, not a single trace of teasing or mockery in his tone. His voice is barely a whisper, a warm, soft rasp when he adds: “It doesn’t have to like, mean anything, man, just um. Yeah, just let me...”

And something shrivels in Eddie’s chest at that, because- because oh. Is that all this is? Some kind of jock thing?

Eddie can see it now, can imagine what bored, horny heterosexual boys might do to each other late at night in the graffitied shell of what used to be Benny’s, nothing but moonlit dust moats and the hiss of shared breaths for company. How they’d brush it off in the morning, shove at each other’s shoulders and make a quip about ‘queer shit,’ how they’d spit casual cruelty like mouthwash to rinse the taste of each other from their tongues.

But Steve’s not looking at Eddie like that. He’s looking at Eddie, and his eyes are wide and deep and sincere, hayrides and late harvests in that seeking, hazel swirl, and it feels like…

It feels like a plea. Feels like please let me, I’m begging you to let me.

Eddie lets him.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie drabble #steve harrington #eddie munson #king hellfire #stranger things fic

[catwingsathena]

5, 19, 21 for the writing meta asks?

Thank you for the ask, friend! You sure do know how to pick these, huh 😂

5. What character you’re writing do you most identify with?

Thinking about the Jailbreak Squad, it’s funny, because Jon, Mike, and Karolina are the three I tend to relate to (and project on) the most, but like… in extremely different ways, because they’re very different people! And yet the things they do have in common are very much places I can relate: smart, stubborn, intense, autistic, nerdy, and incapable of doing anything with less than 110% commitment. There’s… I don’t know how to say it, a directness to them? Almost a purity, though not at all in the moral sense. What I mean is that they are what they are at all times and at full volume. You know they’re not being manipulative when they talk to you, not because they’d have any issue with it on principle, but because they’re just flat-out incapable. Sincere by lack of other options. Which is SUCH a me mood. It’s not that I wouldn’t lie to you, I’m just really bad at it…

19. Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing?

Thistle, you know the answer to this question. You know all of the many answers to this question. However, as per your request, I will expose my faults to the world, because I love you and it will objectively be funny.

My characters breathe to express emotion way too often (this becomes especially annoying when I’m writing about characters who don’t need to breathe) (confession time: I established early on in A World of His Own that Jon still takes deep breaths to calm himself, even though he doesn’t need to, because I knew some would inevitably slip through even if I tried not to have him do that, so I decided to just give myself an excuse). In particular, people take deep breaths, or deep, shaky breaths, or deep, shuddering breaths… you get the picture. Like many writers, I overuse nods and head shakes. People also say or do things slowly a lot. (As you would imagine, people in my fics nod slowly far more often than they should.) I’m much too fond of the words “wry” and “rueful,” which probably says as much about the kinds of characters I gravitate towards as it does about my writing, but still. People “give” expressions or sounds (“she gave a shaky smile”) instead of just doing them. I do, in fact, overuse the phrase “in fact” in that particular construction. There’s more, but that’ll do for now.

As for tropes, plots, characters, et cetera… sorry, disclosing my word choice sins on this webbed site was quite enough oversharing for one night :)

21. What other medium do you think your story would work well in?

I’ve definitely imagined some Jailbreak Squad comics! You could do super fun things with perspective for the Vast people and Helen’s corridors, I bet, and Helen would have a great time interacting with panel boundaries/sound effects/etc. and ambiguously breaking the fourth wall. Jon is also an occasional fourth wall breaker, and you could do some really cool playing around with text boxes for him, I feel like? Incorporating speech into the images in various ways, having an entire panel background that’s just words, that sort of thing. I actually have some little scenes in my head as comics, including but not limited to “may the gods ensure your suffering,” “go to horny jail,” “SoL,” “squeaky,” the carnival not-date, and the Pacific Rim movie night idea we were talking about. I also think Do Not Ignore the Mermaids (for everyone who isn’t Thistle, Harriet and Oliver’s first meeting) could be FANTASTIC as a comic.

Once again, thank you for the asks, my dear! Hope my answers were satisfactory 🙂

#answered asks #my writing #tma au #the jailbreak verse #thethistlegirl

[nirmalneaners]

Idk who needs this right now but I got a soapghost fic in the works...

AO3: Soundsgaytbh - Profile | Archive of Our Own

lil snippet>>

It's only later, when Gaz left in the Uber, that the flat is peaceful again. Simon takes his time stacking up the dirty plates and cups, brushing crumbs up into one of the empty snack bowls. A door down the hall creaks open. Soap slips out of his bedroom, his hair out of sorts, and a red flush to his skin. They disappeared a while ago. There's a small mark on his neck, but Simon decides not to comment on it. Soap is an oversharer at the best of times, and he really doesn't want to know.

"She's a right bonny lass, don't you think?" He asks, and he sounds smitten as he collects up the leftover snacks and the little bowl of olives. Soaps olives—the ones Simon went out this morning and bought especially for tonight. He doesn't think much of her personally, but he keeps this to himself. He hums as he picks up the last glass, his leg twinging a little in protest.

"I think if you give it more time, the two of ye will really get on Si," he says, smiling. He looks hopeful. Maybe he actually believes that.

"Right," he mutters. He still feels distant. Out of sorts with himself. He starts walking slowly to the kitchen, his gait a little bit more uneven as he balances the stack. Soap is right behind him, like always. 

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #simon ghost rileyx john soap mactavish #cod #modern warfare 2 #fanfiction #ghost fanfiction #john soap mactivish fanfiction #ghoap #ghoap au #ghoap fic #ghoap smut

[maochira]

I know we have zero to nohing wirh what went down with PXG vs Ubers, but imagine how Takumi must have felt going against your boyfriend again and losing your first game.

Also, I'm begging to know if Satoshi, being the assistant, like gives details or helps with the info gathering on what the other teams are like. I hope Lorenzo also would overshare some of the embarrassing shit he'd seen Sae and Kaiser have done, making Takumi a bit better on the whole Sae and Shidou thing.

OKAY SO

About the Ubers vs PxG match first. I can imagine Snuffy putting Takumi as a left wing forward there! I assume Shidou was also a forward which means they were on opposite sides of the field and didn't come across each other while playing. But for Takumi it was still bittersweet to lose because sure, he should be happy for his boyfriend but also wants his own team to win. He does use the frustration of losing to improve more in future matches because he wants himself and Shidou to show enough potential to play in the world cup.

ALSO. Okay here comes the fun part. Shizuo (@deerangle3 's OC) would, whenever possible, flirt with Takumi (during short breaks and after the match, I guess. Claire and I have only talked a little about this but Shizuo would most likely play as a goalie) to get some revenge on Shidou for the things he said to Sae. Takumi and Shizuo planned that together in secret. Also after the match Shidou and Shizuo probably started beating each other up until the others pulled them apart (Shidou started it)

Now about Satoshi. Lorenzo definitely tells him everything he knows about Kaiser and Sae. Satoshi's work mostly consists of helping with strategies, taking notes during practices, making individual workout plans for players, and whatever else they need his help for. Whatever he knows about Kaiser, he will use to make him shut up when Kaiser complains about his work (also Satoshi will definitely let Isagi know some of the stuff as well.) And whatever he knows about Sae, he'll tell Takumi. Or Lorenzo tells Takumi personally because they're on the same team. Omg imagine these two just sitting there and Takumi starts ranting about Sae and Lorenzo goes allong spilling all the tea he knows😭

Also I can imagine Oliver randomly going "Hey Takumi weren't you the one who came into the U20 locker room crying and yelled at Shidou" and that's how the entire Ubers team found out about what happened.

#blue lock #blue lock oc #💟 tsuyosa twins #💟 shidou x takumi #💟 lorenzo x satoshi

[purplesurveys]

1679

What color are your eyes? They are dark brown.

Is anyone you work with currently on maternity leave or vacation? Yes; my immediate superior and two co-workers are in Korea til Wednesday. I’m holding the boat steady for the entire team for now, but it’s okay as in 2 weeks’ time it’ll be my turn for when I go to Thailand and Malaysia hehehehehe.

Favorite boy’s name? Liam and Noah have been my favorites for a while.

Baked macaroni and cheese or regular? Baked mac is good but ugh does it show up in every single Filipino party and every school cafeteria. Sick of it at this point. I’ll go with regular mac and cheese.

What’s the first thing you learned how to draw? I dunno...maybe a stick figure? A cloud? A house? Got to be one of those.

Name one of your friends’ children: None of them have any just yet.

What was the name of your 5th grade teacher? I’m not oversharing that, but what I can say is it starts with V.

Sterling silver or titanium? I don’t know much about jewelry, so I don’t have a preference.

How many hours do you work in a day? It’s a regular 8-hour shift but I’m also no stranger to overtime and the occasional weekend work.

Have you ever been to a casino? Yeah, I’ve been in one briefly but wasn’t allowed to interact with anything as it happened when I was like...12 hours away from turning 18, haha. I didn’t see the appeal though, and I’ve seen enough media to stay away from the machines.

Who wrote the last book you read? Around the World in Eighty Days (which I never got to finish...)

What’s the middle name of your bestfriend? Her third name is her main nickname – Angela.

What’s your favorite food? Sushiiiii.

How far away do you live from the closest aquarium? Safe to say about an hour away if traffic is nice. Manila takes forever to get to.

Favorite girl’s name? Supposed to be Mia but I’ve kind of grown of it considering that’s one of my clients’ names and hearing it makes me a little stressed now haha. I’ve been loving Charlotte and Elizabeth these days.

Name one of your candle scents: I don’t have any candles, but I love the smell of vanilla on them.

What’s the name of your favorite restaurant? Banana Leaf – the one place ever that considered serving both Southeast and Indian cuisine. CHEF’S KISS. For Korean I like School Tteokbokki; then for Japanese it would be either Mendokoro Ramenba or Omakase.

Are you in a relationship? If so, how long? I am not.

Who in your family has a birthday in January? My dad! He’s a buzzer-beater hahaha, his birthday is on the 31st.

When was the last time you lost power? How long was it out and the cause? It was like, last Wednesday was it or Thursday? Super recent, so the timing of this question is pretty precise as we hadn’t lost power in a while until then. It was the weather; the lightning had been pretty bad so we had it coming.

Do you know any twins? Yeah, several pairs.

What’s your favorite flower? Peonies.

Pick 3 random colors: Purple, olive, pink.

Would you ever dye your hair that color? I’ve already been purple (and will be again when I go back to the salon in June). Olive is on my wishlist and has stayed the longest on my wishlist. I don’t think I’ll ever realistically consider pink hair.

Do you own any underwear that color? Not all three colors, but yes.

Can this be used as a last name? They can very well be but idk anyone with those surnames.

What’s your favorite country song? I don’t have any.

Do you drink alcohol? Yeah, socially, and very occasionally when at home with no occasion.

Do you use any food delivery services such as UberEats, DoorDash, etc? Yup, either when 1) there’s no food at home or 2) when I get hungry at midnight. I just used GrabFood last night to get Jollibee.

What color is your mailbox? We don’t have one; the delivery person just sticks it at our door.

What age did you lose your virginity? 18.

Dogs or cats? Dogs.

Do you know anyone who’s been to prison? Yup.

What’s one thing on your shopping list? Acne cleanser so I can get rid of these dumb scars before Bangkok.

Freeze tag or musical chairs? Musical chairs, or as we call it here, Trip to Jerusalem. My reflexes are pretty good and I’ve never lost a game haha. Freeze tag (and mandatory “or as we call it here,” Ice Ice Water) can be fun but can also get so boring.

Where did you go on your last vacation? We went to Tanay. Just a super quick staycation and was my first-ever vacation treat for the family.

Have you ever been stuck in the mud? It definitely could’ve already happened before, I’m just not able to place a specific memory right now.

What was the last thing you took a picture of? The bracelets I’m making as freebies for Yoongi’s concert.

Name someone you work with: Celeste.

How far away is the closest Walmart? A couple of flights away.

Chick-fil-A, Taco Bell or McDonald’s? Taco Bell just because I get to have it so rarely because all the stores we have for it ARE SO FAR AWAY. Food is good though. McDonald’s is so ubiquitous it feels boring pitted against these; and we don’t have Chick-Fil-A.

Did you ever get an allowance as a child? Only starting in high school and up til college. In preschool and grade school I was given packed recess and lunch.

What food do you see the most of at baby showers? I’ve never been to a baby shower.

Do you know the capital of your state? My province, yes. We don’t have states.

Have you ever rode on a motorcycle? Nopes.

When’s the last time you ate any type of sweet? Last Tuesday when I finished my leftover Starbucks cookie.

Pizza rolls or bagel bites? I LOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooove pizza rolls. Idek what bagel bites are, not in our culture.

What kind of flooring is in the room you’re in? Hardwood.

Is the internet connection good where you live at? As good as it gets in the Philippines. Idk though, I know our connection is quite poor compared to the global average but in terms of local standards, our household has it okay.

Do you need to do laundry? Nope, not right now.

What’s your favorite scent? Seafood, or freshly-baked cookies.

Have you ever lived in a hotel before? Well, no.

What kind of pets does your grandmother have? She doesn’t have any.

Do you follow any type of trials? Not really, no. They can go on for so long and can also get super technical, which is enough to bore me out.

What’s the last show you really got into that you have to wait for the next season of? I don’t watch out for TV shows in this way because my attention span is shit, so either I 1) watch an ongoing series up until the last-produced season and completely abandon the rest of the show LOL, or 2) watch and complete a show that has already concluded.

That said, I really want to get back into The Crown as I had stopped watching midway into Season 2, and apparently they’re already well into producing Season 6 :// Hahaha.

SpongeBob or Patrick? Spongebob. Patrick can be so stupid that it gets annoying.

When’s the last time you saw fireworks? New Year’s, most likely? I’m not sure I’ve seen any since then.

Have you ever witnessed a car accident? Yes, both the aftermath of an accident and an accident that happened in real-time.

Do you own a pair of fuzzy socks? Nope.

What kind of ice cream is your favorite? Like, flavor? Cookies and cream or coffee. But if you mean the kind it comes as, I like popsicles as they’re compact and it’s easier to manage how much ice cream I’m eating in that way.

Have you ever been skinny dipping? I have not and am not interested in doing so.

Sprinkles or frosting? Frosting. Never really saw the point of sprinkles as they don’t even taste like anything, haha.

Do you like mushrooms? I looooove mushrooms. 

How many tattoos do you have? None.

Do you own any type of hand sanitizers? Yes, I always bring one in my bag.

Have you ever worked in a grocery store? Nope.

What’s your Subway order? I never get anything from Subway; sandwiches aren’t really something I crave.

When was the last time you used the bathroom? I was there around an hour ago.

Do you know how to roller skate? Yes, I owned a pair as a kid and probably did some practice rounds until I was around 13 or 14. If you made me roller skate today, I’d be rusty for sure but I wouldn’t be entirely clueless how to do it.

Can you read sheet music? We were taught how to in high school, but I 101% wouldn’t remember any of it now.

How old is your youngest sibling? 20.

Do you have an Amazon account? Nope.

What day is payday? I’m not dropping dates but it happens twice a month.

What’s one food your family has at Thanksgiving? We don’t celebrate that.

Do you like painting? It can definitely be therapeutic, yeah. I have to be in the mood to do it though, and I only very occasionally get in the mood to paint.

Have you ever been swimming with dolphins? No. I’ve watched them from afar, though. I wouldn’t want to swim with them and directly interfere.

What’s your favorite snack food? Filipino street food.

You’re watching Law & Order, is it the regular or SVU? I’m not into that show.

What were you doing last time it snowed? I’ve never seen snow.

Do you have to sleep with a fan on? Absolutely, unless I wanted to wake up in a pool of sweat.

Chapstick or lip gloss? I don’t use either.

When was the last time you took a shower? Yesterday afternoon before I took the dogs to the vet.

Do you know how to play basketball? Nope.

Name one thing you put on a salad: I never make salads, but I like mine with croutons or anything crunchy. In the case of my favorite salad (spicy tuna), I like tempura batter bits in them.

Do you own anything that’s your favorite color? I don’t really have a favorite color these days...closest would be purple or pink, and yes I have stuff in both.

What’s the last thing you ordered from a Mexican restaurant? A chimichanga.

Do you carry a purse or a backpack? Eh, neither. My main bag is a handbag.

What kind of soda is your favorite? I don’t drink soda.

Have you ever cut yourself shaving? Sure. Not fun. I always feel faint when I see the blood start trickling down.

Penguins or pandas? I love both but have a bit of a softer spot for pandas as they’re endangered. Do you like your in-laws? Yeah they’re great for the most part! There’s a select few with...questionable political choices which affects the way I see them, but in general I love them all and appreciate how a majority aren’t the typical Filipino relatives who’ll harass me to get a boyfriend or get married or tell me I’m too fat or too thin.

What do you usually do for Christmas? We’ll visit family here and there and do exchange presents and have large feasts throughout Dec 24-31. As for our immediate family, we attend Christmas Eve mass in the evening and open gifts immediately after, then have our noche buena.

Have you ever used any type of Aromatherapy? Yessssss. I love it, but the oils and stuff are usually so expensive so I’ve never really prioritized it in terms of stuff I wanna splurge on. I can live without my room smelling like peppermint and vanilla and lavender.

Toe socks or ankle socks? Ankle. Who’s your favorite Pokémon character? Like, including humans? I’ve always been partial to Brock. As for Pokemons, I like Ho-oh.

What’s the temperature range in your area? 23ºC (only in January) to around 33ºC-35ºC.

Does your trash need to be taken out? No, we already did so earlier tonight.

Nachos or chips and salsa? Nachos. I don’t like salsa.

What’s the name of your pets? Cooper and Agi,

Have you been around anyone that creeped you out? Yes.

What’s your Chick-fil-A order? I’ve never had it.

Regular or pink lemonade? Regular. I don’t think I’ve had pink lemonade.

Do you know anyone who’s lost their house in a natural disaster? No. I have relatives whose houses have been badly affected by typhoons, but fortunately total loss of a home has never happened to anyone I know.

What’s your favorite candy? Mentos. Fun to chew and is not sweet. Chinese or Japanese cuisine? Japanese.

Colored pencils or sharpies? Sharpies.

Do you own a pair of Crocs? Nopes.

Have you ever been to DisneyWorld? I have not.

Does anyone in your family have a birthday in February? Yes, my uncle (my mom’s brother).

How long does it take for your phone to fully charge? Within 45 minutes to an hour.

What color is your hairbrush? Brown.

Is there any movies out that you want to see? Not really, no. I don’t really watch movies anymore.

Do you know how to run a cash register? I’m sure I could learn it after a quick tutorial, but if you just handed me one now I wouldn’t have an immediate idea how to work it.

Chicken or beef noodles? Beef I guess, although in general I’m not a fan of noodles.

What year did you get your drivers license? 2016.

Do you have any piercings? Yes, just on my earlobes.

What kind of makeup do you wear? Foundation, concealer, and I use lipstick as blush and that’s about it.

What’s your Taco Bell order? I just get the first burrito I see on the menu lol I’m not too familiar with their stuff as we have very few Taco Bells here.

Do you wear any type of shimmer spray or glitter? Nopes.

Have you ever lived in a trailer/doublewide? Never have. That also never really happens here.

What’s your boyfriends/girlfriends middle name? I don’t have one.

Are you into anime? Nah. I tried getting into Attack on Titan a month ago, but have since never found the time to watch the series. I genuinely plan on trying to give it a watch, though! It’s just a matter of finding the space to do so.

Pizza or nacho lunchables? Idk I’ve never had those, we don’t have them here.

Have you ever been to a strip club? I haven’t, but would like to try at least once.

Do you know how to play any instruments? Just the recorder.

Have you ever been inside of a courtroom? Does a session hall count?

What kind of restaurants do you eat at while you’re on vacation? Anything that serves the local cuisine. I try to stray away from fancy sitdown/concept restaurants though, even if it’s local. I prefer stalls at like night bazaars, or restaurants that have carinderia vibes.

Did you ever participate in any pageants when you were younger? Hell no, and I’m grateful my parents never put me in those.

What kind of cheese is your favorite? Feta, mozzarella, brie.

Does your phone have any cracks or scuffs? IT DOESN’T, and I’ve had it for more than a year so I’m pretty proud of myself. I usually start collecting cracks within a year of owning phones, but I’m impressed considering I bought my phone case from some random stall at the mall and cost me like ₱50 ($1).

Have you ever had a professional massage? Just once but I didn’t like how they asked me to strip down to my underwear, so I never booked another appointment.

Which would you rather have, twins or triplets? If I had no other choice, twins. 

Do you drink energy drinks? No, those seem so terrifying to me. They just smell like pure sugar.

Can you swim? Sure. I’m no Olympic swimmer but like, I can survive being in a pool or at the beach lol.

Make the perfect taco salad: I’ve never had one.

Have you ever lived with friends or a roommate? Never have.

Who in your family has a birthday in March? My late maternal grandpa, two of my cousins, and an uncle-in law.

What kind of pasta do you like? Fettuccine.

Do you know how to play volleyball? I mean, it’s definitely easier to understand than basketball or football so yeah, but I know I wouldn’t be good at it.

How much decorating do you do around the holidays? We just have a tree up that we like to decorate with balls and other trinkets, but that’s it. We don’t put up lights around the house or whatever.

Have you ever been on a cruise? Yes.

At what age did you learn how to tie your shoes? I was around 5. It was given as an exam in preschool, so I had to learn.

Oreos or chocolate chip cookies? Chocolate chipppppPPPPP.

What did you dress up for Halloween as a child? Multiple characters, but my favorite one was going as Tinkerbell.

Can you count to ten in Spanish? Yes, thanks Dora!

Name a character from your favorite TV show: Jesse Pinkman.

Do you like going to arcades? They can be fun, but none of my friends are ever in the mood for them so it’s been years since I’ve been in one. I don’t mind though; they tend to be SUPER crowded so the idea of touching joysticks or bowling balls that have been touched by 4587493545 people is just eugh, especially now in the Covid era.

What was the last personal care item you bought from the store? A new box of Band-Aids.

Airplanes or helicopters? Planes.

Have you ever been camping for more than a week? I’ve never even gone camping.

What kind of meat do you like the most? Pork belly.

Do you actually stop and pet dogs you actually see? Well, no. If I see one that I do want to try petting, I ask permission from the owner first, always. You never know how they’re going to react.

Have you ever been in an ambulance? Nope.

What’s the craziest thing you’ve found at a hotel before? Idk what I’m supposed to call it hahaha but one of the coolest things I’ve seen in a hotel room was this video doorbell thingy??? it was a screen that basically lets you view outside your room, so like who’s ringing the doorbell for instance. We had our 10 minutes of fun playing around with that thing.

How far is the closest Target? Again, a couple of plane rides away at least.

Snakes or spiders? Snakes.

What’s your Panera Bread order? I’ve never tried it.

Do you have any cool keychains? Not really, I don’t collect keychains.

How old is your oldest living grandparent? I wanna say 77? That’s the only age I know of (my maternal grandmother’s) HAHA but I know my paternal grandparents are relatively younger as they had my dad and his siblings early on in their lives so this is the most educated guess I can make.

Do you watch movies? Sure. I just don’t do it nearly as often as I used to.

Who in your family has a birthday in April? Me and my brother.

Have you ever had your nails done professionally? Nope.

What color Christmas tree do you use? Green.

What’s your go to dipping sauces? Honey mustard, mayonnaise, or spicy mayo.

Do you know how to properly pack a U-Haul truck? Idk what this refers to.

What was your least favorite math? Calculus and trig.

Have you ever been published in a magazine? Not that I know of.

What color is your snow gloves? I don’t have any.

How old were you when you last went to the dentist? Well, 25. My last visit was just the past weekend.

Do you own a printer? Nah. We have a printer in the office so I just get stuff done there.

What’s your Applebees order? I’ve never been to Applebees.

Do you bring home seashells from the beach? Nooooooooooo never.

What kind of video games do you play? I don’t play video games but I like watching playthroughs, usually of horror games.

Is anyone in your family in law enforcement? Not anymore, at least. I had an uncle who went to police academy(?) but I don’t actually know what came out of it as I know he’s not in law enforcement today.

How long ago was the last funeral you attended? I’ve never been to a funeral but the last wake I attended was around three weeks ago, going to the wake of my childhood friend’s dad.

What color is the blanket on your bed? Pink.

Where did you get your name from? I was named after the singer Robyn.

Do you wear lipstick? Occasionally. I’ll use it more often as blush these days.

What’s a fruit you dislike? Banana.

What kind of donuts do you like? I love every kind of doughnut, EXCEPT filled. I irrationally hate those lol

Do you know how to braid hair? I never learned how to, as much as I’ve tried to learn it.

What’s one accessory you wear? None. Bracelets super occasionally but I always end up losing them.

How many hoodies/jackets do you own? I have two that I use regularly.

What was the last name of the road you lived on? Nope.

What brand of chocolate do you prefer? Reese’s.

Nike or Adidas? Nike.

What will your future wedding colors be? Idk.

Do you have a phone mount in your car? Yes, but my phone doesn’t have the metal thing so I can’t stick it up anyway.

Make the perfect omelet: Ooh, I like my omelets loaded. Throw some ham, bacon, cheese, bell peppers, mushrooms, even some chili flakes in there.

[insane-control-room]

Spiderling

Chapter 2/3: Price

previous - next

Things aren't quite right between them.

warnings: breakup

ao3 link

Hear him out, don’t take this the wrong way- Shawn was dissatisfied. Not with Bertrum as a person, no way! He loved that grumpy, ostentatious, yet surprisingly thoughtful and shy man. Shawn loved him dearly, but there was no way to reconcile the fact that he was not entirely happy with the dynamics of their relationship. Often it felt like Bertrum was not giving enough- not in the terms of affection or baubles, but he was closed off and kept too many secrets from the other man, who valued openness and honesty. 

It bothered him. He did not mind a bit of standoffishness, but when it prevented him from connecting with his partner on various matters, it did start to cause issues. He tried not to argue with Bertrum, but it was getting more difficult to try and bring up the jangled complication. Especially how discussions that turned foul would make Bertrum clam up even more. 

It was hard, it really was, to love someone so deeply yet feel helpless as to your own happiness. 

Shawn wondered if Bertrum felt as frustrated, having someone that overshared everything. 

Something was not working right, and it was surely getting worse. 

Shawn knew something had to be done, or else they would fall out- and that was way worse than a peaceful dissolution of their relationship. Something needed to change, but Shawn did not know what it was, but he was certain to try his best to be communicative about it.

They were walking home through a park, the greenery gentle on their eyes and the air still warm, but with the whispers of autumn along its gales. It was peaceful and calm, making Shawn stir with the notion that this could be the opportune time to discuss the matter that had been weighing on his mind so strongly as of late. 

“Bertrum, ye know I love ya,” Shawn began, feeling that the words were right and the timing was good. Bertrum hummed in question as to where this was going. “But, I feel like we don’t talk enough. Or… do stuff together enough. We work together a lot, but not much else.”

“This bothers you,” Bertrum observed correctly, taking his time with processing. “I suppose we can do more things.”

“Okay,” Shawn nodded a bit, weakly, and then again with more certainty. “Yeah, okay. I just, uh, get worried that we’re not always on the same thought waves, or at least don’t always get each other.”

“As in we don’t communicate well?” Bertrum asked to clarify. Shawn nodded firmly. “Ah… I see. I can try to be a bit more communicative.” 

“Thank ye, sweetheart,” Shawn smiled, kissing his cheek. Bertrum kissed his in return. “Is there anything that I do that bothers ye?”

When Bertrum hesitated and then shook his head, not meeting Shawn’s gaze, the Irishman had a sinking feeling that things were still going to get worse. 

The rest of the week went by as their days usually passed, enjoyable and fun, yet Shawn always found himself expecting something that never arrived. He had no idea what it was, and it was not particularly easy to talk to Bertrum about it. 

His dissatisfaction grew. 

Waking up on Sunday, he found Bertrum still sleeping beside him- a rarity, being that the man was more of an early riser. Shawn gave a slight smile and ran a hand over his head, letting his fingers go through his dark hair and dance upon olive skin. 

He smiled to himself, wrapping himself around the slightly taller man, arms around his chest and entangling their legs together. Bertrum was not big on cuddling, but Shawn was craving contact more and more as of late, what with how Bertrum would always be so close, yet not close enough. Never enough. He would shift away without noticing from Shawn’s attempts at hugs, or not realize that the man was trying to hold his hand. Now he could finally get the intimacy he wanted. Bertrum turned and pressed into the embrace, a slight smile on his face even as he slept. Shawn nuzzled his neck, earning a sleepy laugh and sigh. 

Shawn felt himself getting tired again, though he wanted to hold onto this closeness for just a little while longer, kissing up his throat, to his cheek, and then one soft, gentle kiss to his lips. A few more for good measure before returning to lay beside him. He felt Bertrum’s heartbeat under his wrist, and it quietly, steadily, lulled him to sleep.

The next time Shawn woke up was with a start. Bertrum had shot up in bed, breaking Shawn’s slumbering hold, and pulled himself away from the other man, breathing deeply. Disoriented and a bit scrambled, it took Shawn a moment to find his words, pushed up on his side. There was a dull ache in his hip, but it did not matter. What mattered was that Bertrum was avoiding looking at him again. 

“Bertie?” Shawn asked, his mouth dry with sleep and something uncomfortable. “Bertie, whassa matter? Ye okay?”

“Just perfect,” Bertrum answered, voice clipped and wavering. “Completely fine.”

“What’s going on?” Shawn persisted, feeling himself grow helpless. “Please, Bertrum, you can tell me.”

“It was nothing, Shawn!” Bertrum forcefully replied. “I am sorry for waking you.”

“Don’t you trust me?” Shawn felt himself deflate, reaching for him. Bertrum flinched away, and his mouth turned to a firm line as he thought on his answer. “We’ve known each other for years… I love ye, Bertrum, and you can’t even trust me?” 

“I do,” Betrum insisted, though he seemed as strung up as Shawn. “I trust you, but….”

“Just not enough to trust me with you.” 

“That’s just the price you pay for loving me!” Bertrum snapped, even more terse, bronze eyes flashing. Shawn felt as though he had been slapped, his throat seizing up and his hands balling into fists. “....”

Bertrum gaped for a moment, his tense shoulders falling slightly as he gave up fighting himself, tearing his gaze away and fixating on the blanket. Shawn stared at him in return, no longer at all tired in body, but his mind felt ridiculously drained. He sighed, and rolled over, getting off the bed. 

It was not working. Something was clogging the needle. It was not that hard to tell what. 

“Going to make coffee,” Shawn mumbled as he stumbled through the bedroom door. Bertrum did not say anything or follow, not even with his eyes, instead looking at one point on the mattress. Shawn went through the motions sharply and mindlessly, face hot and frustrated. A presence eventually came to join him in the room, though he made no move to acknowledge him. A hand touched his shoulder, hesitant and ephemeral. Shawn sighed, and put down his coffee. “This isn't working.”

“What isn't working?” Bertrum quietly questioned, much more subdued than his rough outburst. “Are you referring to our relationship?”

“I… I wish I wasn’t!” Shawn laughed, vision blurrier than usual. Where was his monocle…? In Bertrum’s hand, being passed to him. Shawn stared at the small glass disc, and crumpled, laughing as he sobbed. “I don’t know, Bertie! I love ya ta bits and pieces, but I feel like you’re a vault! Ye never tell me anything. Not about how you’re feeling, not about what’s bothering you. You said we’d talk more, but I feel like it’s only me running my mouth!” 

“I… know. I know,” Bertrum sighed, looking pained at the tears that Shawn was fighting. “Please don’t cry, Shawn, darling, I do love you. Some things are too difficult for me to voice.”

“I know you’ve been hurt,” Shawn’s voice hitched as he spoke, firm, yet dejected. “Hurt with closeness. Anyone can see that. Can’t you let me in though? Enough to help? Or are you… content like that?”

“Unfortunately, I don’t think I can change that,” Bertrum replied apologetically. “I’m not particularly… interested in all the softness that you’d like. I enjoy spending time with you and I think you’re brilliant, and our bits of romance are lovely, but… I’m afraid I’m not one for domestic intimacy.”

“I understand,” Shawn nodded, wiping his face with a soft kitchen towel. He then took his monocle, still crying somewhat as he adjusted it under his brow. “What are we going to do?”

Bertrum did not answer. He did not have an answer.

“We can’t keep doing this,” Shawn whispered. “We’re both fallin’ apart trying to stay together. You get mad at me for wanting to be close, and I get mad at you for closin’ off.”

Bertrum still said nothing, instead opening his arms. 

Shawn stumbled into his embrace.

“We’ll figure it out.” he told him in his arms. Shawn hummed, hugging back as well as he could, letting himself breathe in the man’s scent of olives and motor oil. It did not smell like allure or romance, but of comfort and fun. “Promise.”

Shawn still felt alone, even in Bertrum’s hold. 

#shawn flynn #bertrum piedmont #control art #control draws #batim #bendy and the ink machine #control writes #shawn flynn/bertrum piedmont #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #break up #ink demonth #complicated relationships #fun and games

[phil-lesterfan]

4, 22, and 61 for the ask game

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

“a pleasure to have in class.” also creative :) i was quiet and bookish and usually writing stories or making comics when we had free time. i used to make my own books and my teachers would read them and put them in our class library ^_^ (copy+pasted from prev ask sorry haha)

22. role model?

amazingphil / phil lester !! i’ve looked up to him ever since i was a kid, like <10 years old. i just think he’s so cool and creative. back when youtube was at its peak, i feel like he and jenna marbles were kind of the brains behind all the “challenges” and “tags” that existed. i also like how he keeps to himself and values his privacy — i have a bad habit of oversharing, but i hold that same value. especially bc in the past i have had a very strong online presence, so it’s good to know what to keep personal and to yourself and what you just… put out there.

and then there’s the fact that he’s driven and gets what he wants; dan jokingly calls him a “sell out”, but it’s like to me if phil wants to do something, it will get done one way or another. and how he went to got his masters for video editing, and also when you can tell he enjoys things. plus, he sticks strongly to his, like… image, which can seem shallow, i know, but when he wanted to keep things more pg, he was so careful about it, and he’s so considerate of his viewers (i’ve made a post abt this in the past, how he reassured the audience he and dan are friends, when i know, if i were a creator, i wouldn’t have even thought abt that fear ppl have).

i know i’m getting parasocial, and phil could be an absolute menace off camera (i’m choosing to ignore what others have said abt him — that he’s really just a decent person 😭), but what he does choose to show, i really respect and admire. also, him coming out and having pride just really makes me happy, especially as a lesbian who has struggled with her sexuality. he makes me feel like things can get better, and seeing gay people older than me be happy and successful is really fulfilling.

61. favourite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

GOD. asking this of a past english and creative writing student is just. cruel.

“dogfish” by mary oliver has inspired my own poetry.

“I wanted / the past to go away, I wanted / to leave it, like another country; […] You don’t want to hear the story / of my life, and anyway / I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen / to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.”

and a certain scene in rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead helped me work through shit about 5 years ago

“… [T]hat isn’t what makes it death. It’s just a man failing to reappear, that’s all — now you see him, now you don’t, that’s the only thing that’s real: here one minute and gone the next and never coming back….”

lastly, and i’m really limiting myself here as i could go on about quotes all day, a quote from the best manga of all time, the cat proposed (化け猫かたって候) by hayane dento

“… Someone, somewhere in this city, is getting ready to take a plunge. Somewhere, a child is crying. Someone has come to a stop, so weighed down that they can’t go any further. I’m holding Kihachi’s hand. He is telling stories again today, stories that may or may not save someone else. And I … am thinking about writing my own story. I’ll start by writing the first letter / of the first word.”

i did not mean for these answers to get so long but one question let me talk about phil (favourite person) while the other let me talk about quotes (i’m in love with writing and language). like. oops but also not really. AUGH. thank u for the ask ^_^ <3

#ask #aq-uatic

[cynical-crypt]

eddsworld headcanons

Edd - has a cola shrine in his closet (not even a joke) - 5’6 - mildly asthmatic - low pain tolerance - severe ADHD but extremely creative because of it - smokes pot - shaves like once a month - wants to visit the US literally only to go to the coke museum. that's it. - knows every single insignificant detail about coke and the entire history of it’s evolution and of the guy who made it - overshares - rambles to matt for hours about nothing in particular - can sleep literally anywhere - loves lying in the grass to cloudgaze on warm days - a little bit too forgiving

Tord - catlike mannerisms (practically purrs, loves being pet, curls into a ball when he sleeps) - high pain tolerance and absolute masochist, doesn’t mind playing the sadist role though - 5’11 - gets his feelings hurt a bit easier than his friends (wont tell you that) - olive toned and decently pale, seeing as he’s norwegian (like me!) but not ‘dead person pale;’ he’s just absolutely not tanned - shaves - was obsessed with wolves as a kid - has extremely sharp canines (like me, again) - eyes are technically brown but they appear reddish in just about any light - doesn’t sunburn - intimidated by drugs and alcohol, peer pressure does numbers on him - really likes garlic bread - room is full of communist propaganda - knows a concerning amount about different types of weapons, mostly gun and knife types Tom - demon - borderline masochist, pain tolerance is a bit higher than tord’s - 5’10 - in his monster form, he has bouts of heat like a damn animal - totally into being choked - actually does care a bit about what people think but he’s desensitized to most insults due to high school shenanigans. personal insults, however, do hurt quite a bit. he’ll never tell you that, though. - prone to addiction via genetics, thus his alcohol problems - doesn’t shave - mostly brit but kind of italian - doesn’t sunburn… he just keeps tanning (like me) - hates letting himself feel emotions and letting himself dwell on the past or mourn 

Matt - 5’8 - always has a mirror in his pocket. always. - secretly insecure about how he looks and overcompensates by looking at himself constantly, pretending like he’s vain to avoid letting anyone know he’s not. looking at himself destroys his self esteem even further but he plays it off like it’s nothing - also slightly insecure about his intelligence so he uses nonsensical jokes to cope and to entertain his friends - he's ok though because he knows they wouldn't think differently either way. still gonna hide it though because he doesn’t really want to waste their time making them worry - medium pain tolerance - shaves obsessively - fair skinned, sunburns like a motherfucker though (hooray for still being a vampire) - listens to edd ramble for hours on end and remembers everything he tells him - eats mostly sweets

[idratherstayslytherin]

fuck people. Honestly, I thought I trusted someone and they've been ignoring me for weeks now. I've been nothing but nice and happy to do anything for us to meet up. I was so stupid thinking that someone could actually like me. So dumb. The worst thing is that I still like them so much, still think they're beautiful and have brilliant mind and I want to make them feel safe, validated, I want to care for them and ugh I might have started falling for them, but yeah.

#oliver oversharing again #dumb idiot #ollie just go to sleep

[sugako]

after dinner special

bokuto x f!reader x hinata sum: after seeing the way his teammate looks at you, bokuto comes up with a plan to help all parties cw: 18+ only minors dni i am begging you, established relationship (bokuto x reader), slight manipulation (?? reader/bo make a secret plan to seduce hinata and he wants to so not really but idk what else to tag it as), oral (f!receiving), double pussyjob, nipple play, orgasm denial, D/s, spit roast, unprotected, hinabo if you squint extra hard wc: 4.2k a/n: finally back from the dead with this wayyy overdue fic ive been thinking about/writing for months, no edits or beta bc i'm too impatient and haven't posted in so long

Above all else, Bokuto was incredibly perceptive to other’s emotions. Among other aspects, that quality had really drawn you to him even if it wasn’t as extraordinarily overt as his confidence and enthusiasm. His perceptiveness didn’t end with you, of course, he was well-connected with his teammates, which meant when he saw the way Hinata’s eyes just barely glazed over when he met you he knew there was something more happening in his head. He watched the burning grow in Hinata after he had witnessed the two of you had, quite obviously, snuck off to another room during a get-together at Meian’s, spit still drying at the corner of your dry, puffy lips a week prior.

Even he wasn’t sure what exactly his plan was as he started up in the locker room a couple weeks later, oversharing every little detail he could recall about your body, namely when it was under him. Ignoring Atsumu and Kiyoomi’s groans for him to stop while Shugo and Oliver snickered to themselves reminiscing about their own escapades from a handful of years ago, he focused on Hinata’s reaction.

Shōyō remained uncharacteristically quiet as he rambled on about how cute your soft tits were, only speaking to quietly excuse himself to the bathroom. He was careful, but not careful enough to hide the tent in his shorts.

Not one to keep a secret, the words came tumbling from his mouth when he burst into your shared apartment.

“I think Hinata likes you!” He managed, tearing off his shoes to stumble into the hallway to wrap you in a tight hug like he did nearly every day.

“I-...what?” You choke, wrapping a tentative arm back around him and peeling away to look at him in the eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Not like… I don’t know, I think he wants to fuck you.” The smile on his face doesn’t waver, only confusing you.

“I’m not sure how to take this.” You deadpan, brows just short of knitting together. “Why…?”

“Well if you would like that I certainly wouldn’t mind.” His teeth graze over your skin as he pecks messy kisses all over your cheeks and neck.

“You wouldn’t mind?” You blankly repeat back, holding his back by his muscled shoulders to make him look you in the eyes. “Because not minding something and wanting something are very different and I just want to make sure whatever we’re about to talk about we’re just being really clear.”

Bokuto inhaled a massive breath, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he collected exactly what he wanted to say to you. Before he could, the smell coming from the kitchen distracted his senses, leaving him to weakly exhale and blink his eyes open. “Talk over dinner?”

The long talk over the dinner table was eventually fruitful. After he collected himself and stuffed his rumbling stomach, Bokuto was better able to explain what he had seen in Hinata. It made you recall every time you had seen him and you would be lying if you said you didn’t see it too. He wasn’t exactly a subtle person.

When it came down to it, you certainly weren’t opposed. Bokuto certainly seemed interested in the prospect of sharing you, especially with his favorite prodigy as he liked to class him. You recognized that Hinata was attractive and you had to admit that the concept of being squished between the two thick, bubbly men was alluring as long as he was truly interested.

Before the full invitation to come over for dinner - specially prepared by you - had even slipped from Bokuto’s mouth, Hinata was eagerly accepting. Part of you dreaded the entire ordeal, anxieties bubbling up about the lead up and the talking beforehand that you had foolishly agreed to do most of. Over dinner you stayed a little quieter than usual, trying to gauge Hinata’s expression and body language.

When he politely excuses himself to use the restroom after finishing, Bokuto grabs your hand across the table, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles.

“If you’re nervous we can stop right here.” He whispers, grinning softly.

You can’t help but smile back, shaking your head. “No, I’m okay,” you assure him, “I am a little nervous, but I really want to.”

He opens his mouth to say something else, but is cut off by the sound of the bathroom door closing and the soft pad of Hinata’s feet down the hallway. Clearing your throat, you give a reassuring smile to Bokuto, and stand to face where Hinata soon pops out of.

“Hinata, would you-”

“Shōyō is fine!” He interjects. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“That’s fine,” you smile, ghosting your hand down his arm and resting your palm against his elbow. “Shōyō, would you mind helping me wash up in the kitchen. I feel bad asking the guest, but Kōtarō has something for you and you’ll get to it faster if I finish this.”

Hinata can feel his heart pounding behind his rib cage so hard he worries you can hear his pulse reverberating. You look so sweet with those pleading eyes staring at him, the warm touch of your fingertips sending heat to his chest.

“Of course, I don’t mind.” He nods, letting you lead him a room away to the kitchen.

“Great, thank you, this is such a big help.” You grin while placing the dirty dishes in the sink before you and handing him a dry towel. “You can just dry and put them in the cabinet in front of you.”

“Okay,” he says quietly, eyeing down your low-cut shirt as you squeeze your arms together and lean down to grab the first bowl. His eyes roll to the back of his head when you turn the tap on a little too fast and water splashes all over the front of your thin, pale dress, making the black lacy bra underneath pop.

“Whoops!” You exclaim, smiling a little too happily, feeling how his feet shift beside you. “This tap is a little loose, I always get messy and wet trying to do anything.”

He has to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning, glad that your gaze is in the sink and not on his flushed face. He doesn’t want to feel this way about his friend’s girlfriend, but it’s so hard when you’re standing so close - did you take a step toward him? when did your hip start brushing against his? - and you look so pretty.

“So, Shōyō…” you start, handing him another dish, “Kōtarō talks about you a lot, you know.”

“Really?” His voice is pitched and strained, stopping short of choking on his own words.

“Yeah, he thinks you’re great. He was so excited when you joined the team. He, uh, he pays attention, a lot more than some people give him credit for.”

Hinata nods, carefully placing the bowl in the cupboard. “He’s great, I’ve always loved watching him play.”

“He’s fun to watch,” you agree, “You know he thinks….actually, can I just ask what your type is?” The words tumble out quickly as you try to gain confidence, a small bit of worry creeping into the back of your head.

“My type?” He repeats back, pausing in his drying motions. “I don’t know if I really have one. Just anyone I feel good with. Why?” When he turns to look at you again you’re turned to face him, a small smile lighting up your features.

“That’s a good way to look at things. I only ask because, well Kōtarō seems to think you have some kind of interest in me.” You force the words to come out casually, keeping your eyes on him. Hinata sputters and chokes on his own words, the way your hand comes down over his doing absolutely nothing to help him compose himself. “There’s no good way to say this, but he was thinking you could, uh well take what you’ve been thinking about, if you want to.”

Taking a deep swallow, he took a short deep breath to clear his mind. “And what do you think?”

Tension dissipates from your body at his question. “I think I would like you to do whatever you want. Touch me, kiss me, anything. Only if you want to.”

His fists clench and unclench again, gears turning in his head as he realizes this was planned. All those stories Bokuto told, the glint in his eyes for the past few weeks, the way you put yourself on display for him all night with that sly little smirk - it was all part of some plan. A little worried voice in the back of his head told him this was too good to be true. But you were offering yourself up to him, angled forward so your tits would pop and watching him so carefully as though he were a scared animal ready to run, and he knew it had to be true.

The timid, apprehensive look he had been sporting slowly drained from his face, replaced with a much more confident and delighted one. His hands moved from his sides to dig into your waist, lifting you up onto the counter behind you.

“Don’t tease me.” He whispers hoarsely, lips ghosting over the pulse of your throat. The loose dress Bokuto had purposefully picked out for you to wear for the evening rode up as Hinata settled his thick body between your welcoming knees.

“I’m not,” you pant, “Kōtarō really wanted this.”

A shuddered sigh comes from his chest as he rests his head against your shoulder, just barely kissing the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. You fidget restlessly, trying to pull his still body closer to no avail.

“Wanna know he wants this.” He says eventually. “I trust you, I just…”

“No, no, I get it.” You say a little too abruptly, fishing around for where your phone was tossed onto the counter. With shaky hands you hurried to click it open, immediately going to your messages, scrolling to the most recent chat with Bokuto where he depicted how much he wanted to see you fucked out on his and Hinata’s cocks in vivid detail. You push the phone into his hand. “You can scroll wherever, he mentioned it before that one’s just… yeah.”

“Oh, wow.” He breathes, glancing through a few other messages from earlier in the week. Gently, he sets the phone down beside you before pulling your hips to the edge of the counter. His lips collide with the base of your throat knocking the air right from you.

You wind your fingers up in his hair as he pressed harsh kisses straight down your front, his rough hands pushing the skirt of your dress up even higher, leaving the tops of your thighs completely exposed. He keeps journeying lower until his cheek is flush to the hem of your panties. When his nose presses up against the slowly growing damp patch leaking his shoulders heave as though to hold himself back.

“And he doesn’t want us to wait up…?”

Truthfully, you didn’t know completely. Bokuto had asked to make some kind of subtle move on Hinata in private, he figured it would be less stressful for the both of you, but he hadn’t said how far to go with him, and you weren’t really sure what he was doing in some other part of the house, and Hinata’s fingers were so hot against your skin…

“No, it’s fine.” You pant, desperation evident in your voice. He doesn’t need much more, hand moving to pull the stretchy fabric you had purposefully worn to the side, his wide tongue darting out to lap up the wetness seeping from you.

With an aching whine, you lean into his touch, massaging his head and bringing him closer to you with every burning second that passes. Not that you had expected him to be inexperienced by any means, but you hadn’t expected him to be so good. He was loud, moaning against your cunt as he buried his tongue inside of you, nose tapping against your pleading clit.

The sound of your breathy whimpers and the loud slurping squelches drowned out the steps coming down the hall or the kitchen door swinging open. Bokuto stood there for a moment with a small smile, admiring how pretty you looked like this, even if he wished it were him, but he couldn’t let the moment pass him by.

“Puppy,” he sighed. The first syllable was enough to make Hinata pop off of you and stumble back to turn around, eyes hazy and drunken of the taste of you. Ignoring the hardened look in Bokuto’s eyes, you pouted sweetly, spreading your legs a little more to let him see your soiled panties.

“Kōtar-”

“You’re being greedy, don’t you think, puppy? Going ahead without me like that.” He imitates you with a fake pout, the look never quite meeting his blazing eyes. You can feel what’s coming and make no more attempt to argue. Hinata is taking in the interaction, still halfway in his own daze. “She’s great, huh, Shōyō? Pretty little pussy and she makes the best noises, especially when she’s crying for your cock.”

Hinata swallows hard, absentmindedly palming over his pants where he’s quickly grown half-hard. “Yeah, she’s, yeah no, uh she’s really great. This is still okay?”

Both of you nod quickly, reassuring him, but you remain silent for now, trying to settle before you know what’s to come.

“Totally okay as long as you’re okay.” Bokuto drops the edge in his tone to carefully watch him for a moment, assessing.

“Completely.” He agrees with a dreamy sigh.

Nodding again, Bokuto approaches the two of you. Refusing to meet his eyes you stare just ahead at the door.

“Oh, don’t look so sad, puppy, you know you’ll get what you want in the end anyway.” He jabs as he scoops you over his shoulder and gives you a gentle pat on the back of your thighs. “Let’s at least go to the living room.”

You glance back at Hinata, mouthing a silent whoops, while Bokuto leads him around the corner. Bokuto plops into the corner of the couch, back propped up by the plush arm, and maneuvering your pliable body to sit comfortably in his lap with your back pulled up flush to his chest. You’re gently pushed forward so he can peel the dress off and unclasp your bra. He’s calm for now, at least on the outside, but you can feel his heart pounding through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Don’t need these anymore,” he hums, latching his fingers in the sides of your underwear and motioning for you to lift your hips to let him slide them off. Hooking his elbows under your knees, he pulls your thighs to your chest, high enough so that he can palm your breasts. Quietly whining, you turn your head away so you don’t have to look directly up at Hinata - not that he’d notice your face with the way your cunt was glistening under the low, soft lights of the room. “Shh,” he directs at you before glancing back up at Hinata, “go ahead, but don’t let her cum.”

With a warm grin he gets on his knees between Bokuto’s spread legs. You almost felt too exposed, all power taken from your hands, splayed open like this. Bokuto slots his chin against your shoulder and presses the softest kiss to your cheek in stark contrast to the way his rough hands are kneading and pinching your sensitive breasts.

Hinata eagerly gets back to it, lavishing your cunt with softer licks than before, making your hips shake as they seek out more friction. While your neediness grows so too does Bokuto’s grip on you.

“So pretty,” he coos, eyes glued to where Hinata was firmly pressed against you. Pride bloomed in his chest at the sight of his teammate sloppily eating out his favorite girl so enthusiastically, appreciating you so much as he should.

It’s impossible for him to not get rock hard with the way you’re grinding down into his lap and the crude, wet sounds and groans vibrating from the back of Hinata’s throat.

“Taste so good.” Hinata grumbles, pulling back and forcing his tense hips to stop rutting into the couch cushion. He feels himself making a mess in his pants, hoping that he isn’t leaking through to your nice furniture, but he can’t quite bring himself to stop either. Both Bokuto and you watch the string - you’re not sure whether it’s his spit or your own wetness - that stays connected between your slit and his puffy, glossy lips.

“Good...good job.” Bokuto sighs. You’re not sure if he’s praising you or Hinata, but you don’t have much time to think too hard about it before he releases your legs and wedges his hands under between himself and you to pull his straining cock from his pants. Mind buzzing, still a little hazy from the feeling of Hinata’s tongue, you grab out from him, pulling on the band of his pants. Truthfully, he’s not quite sure what you’re asking for but he does know how tight his balls are and how inviting your cunt looks.

Just as Bokuto is settling his cock between your ass, Hinata’s pants are slipped off, thrown to the ground. He dips his head down to take one of your breasts into his mouth, moaning around you and pressing in close so his tip catches against your clit. At your whiny cry and keening, Bokuto lets out a low, single chuckle. “Don’t let her have your cock, not all the way. You were being so greedy earlier puppy, I don’t think you deserve it yet.”

Hinata keeps his mouth firmly planted on your chest and reaches down to perfectly slip himself between the top of your folds, acutely aware of Bokuto’s heavy head just barely bumping against the base of his own cock. They’re both so thick and heavy as they rabidly hump against you, Bokuto maneuvering your body for you back and forth across both of them. Everything is warm and wet between Hinata’s mouth on your chest and Bokuto’s lips kissing down the side of your neck.

The tease of release that’s been creeping up on you for so long draws closer and closer. Hinata’s cock is catching so exactly on your swollen clit and Bokuto’s tip keeps threatening to slip past your entrance, slick dripping past your thighs.

“Gonna, ahg, cu-cum!” You manage out, hips already bouncing on their own accord against them.

“Go ahead.” Bokuto says with a shaky breath, squeezing you as tight as he could between his body and Hinata’s. One more roll of their hips has you crashing down, pleasure rolling through your body. All you can feel is warmth and overwhelming satisfaction as you twitch between their arms, creaming across their cocks. “Good girl, good girl…” you faintly hear Bokuto coo into your ear as you slump back against him.

The buzzing, quiet moment is quickly squashed as he hoists you out of his lap and onto all fours. He’s talking to Hinata and you know you should be listening, but your pussy is still throbbing and you’re trying to catch your breath.

“...okay, baby?” You catch the very end of his sentence and blink hard, desperate to refocus.

“W-wait, what? Sorry, I just-”

“It’s okay, puppy,” he rubs a soothing hand down your back, slowly bringing you back to reality. “Need a second?”

You shake your head, the last of the fog slipping away. Before you, you see Hinata, his rigid cock slicked up by you only a few inches from your face. “I’m okay now, can you just say that again?”

“‘Course,” he grins, teasing your entrance, “I said I’m going to take your pretty pussy from back here and Shōyō is going to use your mouth. If you want.”

Wiggling your hips back to meet his and craning your neck up to look at Hinata you give a deft nod.

“I do, I want that.” You sigh.

Trembling with excitement, already so riled up from feeling you cum against him, Hinata shuffles the last bit forward. He’s pretty and much thicker than you had imagined. The tight strain of scattered veins and his heavy balls tell you all you need to know about how pent up he obviously is. Reaching out with palms still a bit shaky, you helped to reel him in the rest of the way with welcoming, parted lips.

You wrapped your fingers tightly around where you couldn’t quite reach, sloppily taking more and more of him with each bob of your head. His salty precum meshed with what was leftover of your own mess, the taste making you moan around his length.

Bokuto was trying to move slower now, recognizing that you were easily slipping, but the way you rocked your body back and forth bumping against his sensitive, reddened tip, he couldn’t hold back much more. Digging his fingers into your hip, he eased the motions of your body, lining himself up, resisting from plowing into you at full force.

“Ready?” He asks, nearly whining. At the sound of his voice, you pull off from Hinata, letting your quickly tiring jaw grow slack.

“Uh-huh.” You barely heave out before wrapping your lips around him again. So sure you can take both at once and not falter, you ramp back up to your original pace, slobbering down his cock, the click of your quick motions echoing around your head. Unfortunately for your ego, you’re dead wrong.

Bokuto wastes no time drilling himself into you, setting a bruising pace straight from the beginning. It’s all you can do to loudly moan around Hinata’s cock, still stuffed in your mouth by the slight pistoning of his hips, the way Bokuto is ramming you forward only forcing him deeper down your throat.

As you gag, sputter, and moan down his length, drool dripping onto the already soiled cushions below, Hinata feels the pressure building and building in his core. Electricity tingles down his limbs, aided by the fucked out look in your pretty eyes. He doesn’t even have to move now with the way Bokuto is railing you against him. He wonders if you realize he’s close when you suck a little tight, cheeks hollowing as you take a little more of him, the hand that had been working his base coming down to lightly hold his swollen balls.

You don’t know. At this point, you’re moving on autopilot, simply trying your best. Your brain doesn’t know where to focus - Hinata filling out your mouth or Bokuto as he purposely alternates between hitting against your spongy spot and deep inside of you. It’s all a mess of spit, sweat, and cum, but you don’t think you’ve felt the rush of pleasure that comes with being used so well by more than one person.

Bokuto doesn’t know how much longer he can last. You’re clamping around, cunt fluttering each time his digs in a little deep or Hinata’s cock twitches against your tongue. He can tell by the scrunched up expression on his friend’s face that he can’t last much longer and he doesn’t blame him. Between fucking against your pussy and being wrapped up in your pretty mouth, no one really could. He’s determined to hold out though, a little spark of competition lighting up his chest. When Bokuto’s strokes suddenly slow you groan again, the vibrations dragging a stuttered moan from Hinata’s pretty lips.

“Gonna, hngh, uh gonna cum.” He sputters out, hips quivering as he tries to hold back from fucking too far back into your throat. At that, Bokuto’s hips speed up again, forcing a little whimpered cry, muffled by the cock in your mouth, from you. Still, you force yourself to focus on Hinata, sucking him dry as soon as the first spurt of cum hits the back of your throat.

He cums fast and hard and a lot. It’s seeping out from your lips, making him messier than he already was until he’s pulling his softening length from your mouth and flopping back against the couch, gently rubbing your arm while he catches his breath. With a heavy grin, Bokuto shoves a hand between your shoulder blades, knocking you into Hinata’s lap. Somewhat in vain, you try to clean him off between the pitchy mewls and cries that you breathe out while Bokuto chases his own release.

In no time, he’s there again, his own pressure built up as high as it could just before he burst inside of you. He fucks himself raw, your tight hole sucking him in, his cum only making it easier to slip in and out of you. Knowing he’ll finish when he’s completely spent, you lie limp in Hinata’s lap and he lazily wraps a hand around the back of your neck, soothing the leftover tension. You recognize Bokuto’s nearly done when his cock stops twitching and his hips slot against yours with some finality just before he slumps over you.

Whining when he slips out, even soft his cock is still a tight squeeze, you fall all the way against the couch, legs giving out at last. He falls back against the back, moving your legs to sit on top of his thighs and massaging them with great care. Completely spent and drifting half-asleep you just barely hear him.

“So,” he starts, head lolling toward Hinata who’s still lightly working his fingers against your upper back, “Dinner next week?”

#bokuto x reader #hinata x reader #bokuto smut #hinata smut #bokuto x you #hinata x you #hq smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu smut #hinata shoyo smut #bokuto kotaro smut #hq x reader

[vanillaxirisxmuses]

Continued from here, because @thoughts-onfire​​ just had to have 69 notes on the last post.

thoughts-onfire​:

As much as Elania had tried to take in his words she couldn’t help the way her mind stopped at his ever too frequent use of the word ‘if’ - as if somehow he was trying to be the clear opposite of presumptuous, the manners while respectable were also starting to cause Elania to question just how many dates they’d end up having after their evening together. The rattling question in her mind causing her to temporarily detour from answering his question in exchange for a comment that sprang from her own overly forward nature. Taking a moment to unbuckle her seatbelt and shift towards him now that they were parked Elania spoke up, offering her bold opinion on their potential towards future dates. “You keep saying if when it comes to us going out again, and I just want to be perfectly clear on this, just in regards to being entirely transparent on where I stand.. I want to keep getting to know you. You’re obviously handsome, and as charming as you are interesting to talk to, and as much as I want you to fuck me until I forget my own name tonight, I’m currently pretty set on there being a fourth date. Just, for the record.” Elania spoke, her tone as sweet as it was confident as she reached out for the collar of his leather jacket, bringing him in towards her as she leaned in just enough to press a lingering kiss against his lips, “No more if’s for the evening, okay?” She mumbled before pulling back towards her side of the car, the hand that clasped his coat reaching for her door handle before she stepped onto the concrete, shutting the door behind her as she waited for him to join her. 

“I will admit though, that I didn’t actually plan on inviting you up before we went out tonight, so if you’d be so kind in ignoring my camera equipment that I have no doubts about forgetting to clean up and put away before leaving earlier.” Elania commented, letting one hand wrap around Oliver’s arm as her other reached out to buzz her own apartment number, only to use her phone to unlock the building door once it starting ringing, “I lost my building key a months ago and I’m just too stubborn to pay for a new one.” She admitted, leading them both into the elevator shortly after they stepped inside, Elania keeping herself what could have easily been deemed as too close to Oliver as they made their way up to her floor, the blonde doing her best in keeping her attention focused on keeping her hands to herself the best she could as they made they way to her apartment. 

Oliver was trying not to be too presumptuous about date four and beyond, even if they already had their mystery third date pretty set in stone at the moment. Though, there was a little part of him that feared what might happen after some drunken mutual oversharing on date three, but again, if Elania didn't truly like every part of him, and he, her, there wasn't going to be a real future friendship anyhow. His brows raised when she spoke, taking a minute to absorb when she'd changed gears on him so quickly, though he'd take the compliments she threw in there. "I feel the same way. I just...I don't know, I didn't want you to think I was planning a Spring wedding or something.", he joked softly. He kissed her back gently then, nodding in agreement after she pulled away. "No more if's." He took his seatbelt off, trying not to complain about her getting out of the car on her own, but he'd been a gentleman all night, so he'd let it slide. He got out of the car, locked it and rejoined her side, not minding the camera equipment, or any other perceived mess in her apartment, for the most part. "I know, and remember, I can't cross the threshold unless I'm invited in." He chuckled softly, calling back what he'd said about vampires earlier in the evening. "Besides, I like the idea of seeing my little artist in her element. It's why we met, after all."

Oliver shook his head silently in protective disapproval when Elania went through this whole little elaborate dance to get into the building, but he didn't say anything about it as they walked in and got onto the elevator. As they made their way to her floor and to her apartment door, he quietly tried to backtrack to their conversation in his car. "I did promise actual dancing, man of my word, and all that, but uh, are we going to circle back to the boundaries conversation at some point? It's just that....that super hot part of you that's all bright, shining starlight and fire? It maybe scares me a little bit, in a hot way.", he admitted with a fond chuckle.

#oepara01 #oliver and elania #thoughts-onfire #~Calling you out publicly-lol-I only have like 7 followers though #~I'm sure it messed up formatting in html-but I tried #~Also-we watched WW S1 Ep9 tonight and in one of the town scenes I noticed a building that said Wainwright-Oliver's last name on it #~I recommend re-watching WW with someone who is watching it for the first time and doesn't know spoilers-it's wild and super fun

[queerbuckleys]

that was such a long plane ride i literally ran out of downloaded episodes good lord. i have like 50+ notes that i’m sure you don’t need spamming your inbox

the premise is: (you don’t have to read all of these they’re just my main points)

- buck and chris messing with eddie MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS “we got him” this is the cutest shit i’ve ever seen stop it

- BUCK IS GONNA BE A GIRL UNCLE !!!!!!

- i love may

- WHAT HAPPENED IN TEXAS

- i despise bucks parents

- i’m so proud of buck i’m gonna cry

- SO MUCH FORESHADOWING????

- i’m obsessed with buck/oliver’s natural hair

- oliver takes NO prisoners what the FUCK

- eddie may be the ONLY person who has ALWAYS loved buck unconditionally and shown him that i’m emotionally damaged

- THEY HAVE A DEAD BROTHER?????

- baby buck!!!!!! he was stubborn and reckless from the start are we surprised

- well shit i shouldn’t relate to buck this much

- - i relate to buck way too much this episode for way too many very specific reasons not the least of which is (oversharing) my brother had the same kinda cancer ha

- BUCKS PARENTS SUCK SO MUCH THIS ISNT AN EXCUSE OKAY

- buck getting left by literally everyone in his life is my villian origin story he deserves so much better

- “you don’t have to pretend with me” -the thing buck says in place of i love you

- the way buck has always been looking for a family and he finally found it is truly devastating knowing what’s coming in s5

- awww he found a family in gonna cry i love that his introduction is through a family dinner stop it

- hang on buck telling his parents to call him buck is so important. because yes that what basically everyone calls him. but the reason he told them (“that’s what people who know me call me”) is actually a way he’s keeping them at a distance and putting up a wall because we SEE with maddie (and later eddie) that when someone really, really cares about buck needs to get through to him they call him evan.

- the absolute irony of eddie asking ana out on the jinx episode-

- can we talk about how buck only tries dating again once eddie is??

- i’m convinced that buck is fully aware he’s in love with eddie and is just too scared to mess up what they have and his way of coping is by trying to push eddie to be with someone else and trying to be with someone else himself (no i’m not just saying this cause it’s what i do)

- HEN GIVING NIA BACK BROKE ME

- BUCK AND EDDIE IN THE PARENTS EPISODE IS SO DOMESTIC???

- chris ran away to buck i have no words

- okay so chris is scared of more people leaving right??? that’s his issue with eddie dating??? well BUCK IS NEVER GONNA LEAVE THEM

- i kinda sorta hate taylor

- still obsessed with bucks curly hair

- “that’s the face buck gets when he’s gassy” HELLO???

- MADNEY IS SO CUTE NO ONE TOUCH ME

- “you’re late” buck waiting at home with their son for his husband. buck and eddie should just move in together at this point

- buck and eddie share custody of my entire heart.

that was a fucking ROLLERCOASTER and this is like only a PORTION of my reactions i think i actually lost my mind

and obviously it is i:

🚒

Okay *cracks knuckles* let’s go putting it under the cut cause this got long

- what happened in Texas- there was a crossover with 911: lone star which is the spin off and the important parts are

Hen was in a helicopter crash

Buck said, “my captain is not my dad but he might as well be” (relevant as tks dad is his captain but we won’t be taking about that)

Eddie showed pictures of Chris when they built the skateboard and smiled and said “buck helped” when asked

Buck befriends TK who is gay, and when buck says they should get together if tk is ever in la tk says, “you should know I have a pretty serious boyfriend” (or something it’s too early, but v much implying he thought buck was flirting) and then Eddie rounds the corner

- LOVE ME ANYWAY- that is all

- *hugs*

- (I have a rant about them I posted last night so I’m not gonna rehash that here)

- okay but the you don’t have to pretend thing, I’m sure you’ve seen it, that’s v relevant atm !!! I am unwell

- what cracks me up most about that scene is Bobby is literally wearing a name tag and it immediately becomes like 75% funnier than it already was

- *vibrates about buck and his name*

- fun fact he meets her again on sunset! It’s a surprise tool that will help us later

- I think he’s like these are important people in my life (obviously) but doesn’t know that he’s been building with Eddie everything that he has been looking to find and it’s so right in front of his face he can’t see it and he also doesn’t know that’ he has it. He’s already afraid of screwing things up with literally anyone he has a relationship with, I don’t know that it’s isolated to Eddie.

- I was crying like a baby over nia

- that shit is straight out of fanfic

- oh she gets worse bestie 🙃 but those comments were so fucken out of pocket, “afraid of strong women” excuuuse me

Hen- got shot as a teenager, is a black lesbian in a male dominated profession, is in medical school at 40, I could go on

Athena- too many things to list, badass mf

Maddie- survived an abusive marriage, killed said abusive husband, was a badass while held hostage at her place of work, and other spoilery things

May, Karen, Abuela, and pepa are fucken strong women but you get the point

- I AM SO IN MY MADNEY FEEELS TODAY I CANT

- well you see, THERE WAS CONSTRUCTION ON SUNSET. HE HAD TO TAKE A DETOUR. We are very normal about this

- listen buddie roommates era is real

#🚒anon #ask aj and they answer

[solange-lol]

i don't need three bars to tell me we're meant to connect

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AUctober day 21: academia

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There’s a boy in Will’s Intro to Writing class, and Will is in love with him.

Maybe love isn’t the right word, but he’s definitely encased by this guy. He has dark hair, dark eyes, and he’s way smarter than everyone in the class which is something Will can seriously respect.

Every day at 2pm he logs on, never really quite sure what’s going on in the class because he’s too curious about what he’s wearing or if Will can get some sort of idea as to who his roommate is. 

In a normal circumstance, Will would consider maybe introducing himself, or at least trying to catch this kid at the dining hall. For now, though, he’s stuck staring at him through his tiny computer screen.

This whole Zoom class thing limits what he can learn about this kid, especially since he only has two things hung up in the background of his call: a pride flag and a poster for a card game Will has never seen.

All Will can know about him, for now, is his name is Nico, he’s gay, and he’s really, really hot. 

Which is enough for him to already be falling.

And by some ungodly power, his friends already knew, too.

Will’s roommate, Connor Stoll, probably figured out the day he just so happened to walk past Will’s desk just as the blonde had pinned Nico’s screen to his computer (he was just trying to get a better look at what his shirt said.)

“Stalker much?” had been the only thing he remarked. Of course, less than a week later and he was already getting advice on how to ask Nico out from Connor and his boyfriend, Mitchell.

“I don’t even know him,” Will points out, to which Connor responds with, “You know him enough to care about what’s written on his shirt.”

He rolls his eyes. “That was a one time thing.”

“Trust me, Will. If I managed to get this one to ask me out, I think you can ask out someone,” Mitchell said, slugging Connor lightly in the shoulder who only nods proudly.

When that hadn’t turned out to be much helpful (Will isn’t exactly the best at just doing things,) he opts to ask Lou Ellen and Cecil, the two kids he had met in the first week of classes

They had been introduced when the teacher put them in breakout rooms to get to know each other in small groups. Will knew both already vaguely: Lou was also in his Chemistry class, and Cecil lived on his floor.

The three ended up bonding over their shared love of Star Wars and inevitably made a group chat together to share homework answers for the class or discuss whatever the weekly drama was that they were able to catch bits and pieces of. Turns out life is just as eventful even when everybody is stuck to their own dorms.

Will had barely been able to get two words out to them on FaceTime before Lou interrupts him.

“You need help asking out Nico from our writing class, don’t you?”

Will just blinks. “How did you know?”

“Because you mention every day what he talked about in class today.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, and you asked me if I knew what floor he lived on,” Cecil adds. “I was betting on murder, maybe, but once Lou Ellen told me it was probably a crush it made a little more sense.”

Will shakes his head. “I’m gonna choose to ignore the murder part.”

“I sent Mitchell after you. Isn’t he supposed to be a love expert or something?” Lou Ellen asks.

“That was you? I thought that was just Connor oversharing his roommate drama with his boyfriend!”

“You really think Connor has enough brain cells to do all that? The kid can barely remember what he has for breakfast most days,” Lou rolls her eyes. “Look, the best case scenario, he’s your soulmate and you guys get married and have a million kids.”

“I don’t even know if I want kids-”

“Fine, dogs, whatever. Worst case scenario, classes are all online this semester and you literally just don’t look at his face for the rest of the year.”

It’s a good point, and Will really is seriously considering it now, but there’s still one thing standing in the way.

“Okay, well, it’s not like I can really ask him out,” Will points out. “We’re barely allowed to leave our dorms, and I don’t know if a Zoom first date is the best idea.”

“Then just figure out a way to get his number. That way, you two can talk, and when this whole quarantine thing is over then you’ll be close enough that you can finally go on a date,” Cecil suggests.

Both Will and Lou Ellen nod enthusiastically.

“Cecil, that might be the smartest thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Lou says dreamily. 

“Now we just have to figure out a way for Will to get the balls to actually do it.”

Will gasps, fake hurt. “I’ll figure it out, thank you very much.”

They continue discussing their plan before Lou Ellen inevitably notices that they’re in fact, 15 minutes late to Intro to Writing.

As the three scramble into the Zoom meeting at the same time, Will may or may not notice Nico bite back a laugh. He decides being late was worth it.

—

When Will’s teacher put him and Nico in a breakout room together, Will knew this was probably his chance.

That is until he has to go and make a fool of himself.

“I like your duck tree,” is the first thing Nico says when they enter the room, referencing the mini fake Christmas tree (even though both him and Connor are Jewish) that’s covered in all sorts of rubber ducks behind him. It was their 3am creation after moving into the dorm, which featured a midnight run to the dollar store and two noise complaints from their neighbors.

And, because Will can’t take anything seriously, he makes the mistake of talking.

“Thanks,” he says, then before he can stop himself, “Did you know they have curly dicks?”

Nico snorts. “What?”

Realizing what he said, Will just has to push through. “The ducks. It’s like a corkscrew shape.”

“Ah, gotcha,” Nico nods. “Is that your topic for your paper?”

Maybe explaining himself wasn’t a good idea.

“Nope, just, uh, something I learned in Biology when I was a freshman.”

Nico nods again. “Cool. So what is everyone’s topic?”

Yup, he blew it. Asking Nico out might take another decade now, or however long it takes for Will to regain his dignity after that interaction.

—

It’s another few weeks before Will actually sees Nico in person for the first time.

Ever since their breakout room conversation, he had only interacted with the boy if it was for class. Slowly but surely, he was healing from that mess of a first introduction.

That, of course, all went out the window after Will nearly ran straight into him on the way to his dorm after spending the weekend with Lou Ellen at her parent’s house. Meanwhile, Nico must have been on his way out.

Will almost didn’t recognize him when they bumped into each other, too panicked about running straight into someone he didn’t know. Once he recognized the wavy black hair and olive-toned skin, he knew immediately who it was.

Nico was shorter than he had thought he would be, almost a whole half foot smaller than Will, but that didn’t make him any less attractive. In fact, he was so, so much cuter in person than over a screen.

“Hey,” Nico grins. “Duck penis kid.”

Will ran straight into that one.

“I have a name, you know,” he narrows his eyes. “And like, actual interests.”

“Besides ducks and their breeding habits?”

“Yes, besides that. I wouldn’t exactly consider that an interest.”

Nico raises an eyebrow as if he’s skeptical, but his smile gives it all away.

“Well, I do know your name, William,” he says, and Will nearly passes out right then and there. “Do you know mine?”

“It says your name on Zoom, Nico,” he responds as casually as he possibly can. “And it’s- it’s just Will, actually.”

“That’s not what it says on your Zoom name.”

“Well, that’s-” Will flushes. “That’s because I don’t know how to change it.”

“Well, I guess you'll have to remind me to teach you if we’re ever in a breakout room together again,” Nico laughs. “I’ll see you around, Will.”

He heads off, and before he can stop himself, Will calls after him.

“Wait!”

Nico spins on his heel at the bottom of the next staircase, looking up at him with those dark eyes. For a moment, Will completely forgets what he wants to say.

“Um, would you want to, uh, play GamePigeon sometime over iMessage?” he offers. It was the ‘foolproof’ invitation that Lou Ellen had come up with, considering it’s something they did on a near-daily basis.

“Intro to Writing isn’t the most interesting class— well, maybe you think it is, I don’t know— but maybe, if you want a distraction one day…?” he continues, trailing off hopefully at the end.

Nico winces. “Oh, uh, I don’t have an iPhone, sorry,” he says, holding up his Samsung as proof. There are two little charms hanging off the phone case: a small rainbow and a skull, which makes Will melt a bit. Unfortunately, it doesn’t help his case at all.

“Oh, okay, then can I maybe get your number? Just… in general?”

Nico grins, raising his eyebrow again. “Are you asking me out, Solace?”

Will fights the heat creeping to his cheeks at the use of his last name. “Um, yes? If you want? We can’t really go out right now, Nit we could just talk? See if we work as friends and then maybe reconsider that date thing if you’re up for it? Because, uh, I think you’re cute, and we’re both queer, and I noticed your Ramones shirt the other day which is super cool because my dad introduced me to that band, so there’s something we have in common. And, uh, we can talk about whatever else you’re into, but I just thought I would take my chance because I’m into… you,” he rambles out.

Nico just blinks, and Will wonders if this was the best or dumbest decision he’s ever made.

“Or… or not,” he adds on, just in case.

Nico laughs, which is totally adorable, but also totally activates Will’s fight or flight. Before he can escape to his dorm, though, Nico holds out his hand.

“Solace, please,” he says, still in the same light, laugh-y tone. It takes a second to activate in Will’s brain that he’s asking for his phone to put his number in.

Oh.

Will steps down the staircase until he’s at the same level as Nico, pulling his phone out of his bag and handing it to the boy.

Nico stares at it. “Uh, you might want to put your passcode in first.”

“Right, right, sorry,” Will takes it back, unlocking his phone and finding the contacts app so Nico can put in his number.

This time when he hands it back, he’s smiling again. 

“See you in the Zoom call,” he tells Will, before turning the corner around the staircase, and Will realizes he should probably get back to his dorm if he wants to make his 7:00 Chem class.

It isn’t until he’s back in his room, listening to his professor drone on about chemical properties when he finally opens his phone. He taps on the contacts app, just checking to make sure the entire interaction wasn’t a fever dream.

Just as he expected, a new number is embedded in his contacts. Nido di Angelo. Next to the name, the duck emoji and the eggplant emoji.

Yeah, he was never going to live that down.

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Alone with the Sunrise

Part Two: I’m Only Sleeping

Masterlist

Pairing: Lieutenant Oliver Cochrane x f!MC (Abigail Bellamy)

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: angsty angst and feels

Series Summary:  What really happens when Abigail goes back through the time portal after their fight against the Admiral? And how will Oliver and the pirate crew handle it? This is a follow up series to my first Oliver fic: Together with the Sundown.

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~Five Days Later~

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?”

Oliver sighed. Charlie had asked him this same question countless times over the past several days. He grew weary of the question over time.

The journey back to Port Monarque and Tiburon had been hell. At first, he thought he was sleeping. That he was in some terrible nightmare and soon he would wake up and realize it wasn’t real. That she wasn’t gone. But he was awake. In fact, he had hardly slept since the moment Edward came to his door and uttered the worst words imaginable.

“She’s gone, Lieutenant.”

He was good at masking his emotions. Never one to overshare and remain stoic in the face of uncertainty. Only one person had ever really broken that facade. But she was gone.

“I’ll be fine,” Oliver replied, his gaze never wavering from the tiny island they were docked at. The island where they first met. Where he had realized that there was more to life than the Navy. Where love blossomed and burned.

Oliver knew the Quartermaster wasn’t convinced, but he was thankful when she didn’t push further. He was just so tired.

Charlie dipped her chin then left him be, making her way over to the rest of the crew who were gathering their things. It was time for his crew and the Poseidon’s Revenge’s crew to go their separate ways.

After leaving the disappearing island, The Intrepid set course back to Port Monarque to tie up loose ends. When they had arrived, the Admiral’s crew had just beat them back. However, with the crew's stories, along with Oliver’s, they were able to convince the Governor’s men about the truth involving the Admiral. They skipped a few details - such as the magical island and the time portal - which aided their story.

Oliver didn’t think anyone would believe them. People trusted his father, some even idolizing him - Oliver included at some point in his life - but now here they were, pulling into Tiburon. They were moving on. The plan now was to drop off the pirate crew so they may find other means of travel. They had already stocked up The Intrepid with supplies to last them on their next journey.

Before they left Port Monarque, several of the Admiral’s old crew had asked to join Oliver. He had agreed, ensuring that none of them would speak a word about the pirates he was harboring, which they all obliged much to Oliver’s relief.

Oliver was broken from his thoughts when someone cleared their throat behind him. He turned his head only to be greeted by the Poseidon’s Revenge’s captain.

“Lieutenant. A word?”

Oliver sighed then turned his body around to face the man. Oliver stood tall, his shoulders pushed back and chin tilted slightly in the air. Instead of answering verbally, Oliver nodded his head.

“I wish to thank you,” Edward began. “For your assistance with all this and for the use of your vessel.”

Oliver should have been more grateful but right now, he was broken. A shell of a man. “Think nothing of it,” was his only response before slowly turning back to gaze off the side of the ship again. He waited for the man behind him to leave. Waited to hear the sound of retreating footsteps so he could be left alone to think and brood. But it didn’t happen.

“I’m sorry… About Abigail.”

Oliver’s throat tightened at the sound of her name. He hadn’t heard it since that first day. The day he woke up into this nightmare. Oliver wanted to scream. He wanted to jump from the deck and sink to the bottom of the ocean. He wanted to disappear.

Edward continued. “She was a peculiar woman.”

Oliver almost smiled as he remembered their first night aboard his ship. He had said the same thing right to her face and she nearly died of hysterics. How he missed her laugh…

“I pray you find peace, Oliver.”

Oliver couldn’t take it anymore. He turned around to face the captain one more time. He eyed him cautiously, looking for any crack or fissure that would give any sign of deceit. When he found none, he merely held out his hand.

“Thank you, Captain,” the Lieutenant replied. Edward inspected the man's hand, then, without reluctance, grasped it.

No more words were exchanged. Edward took his leave, joining his crew on the top deck. From his place atop the quarterdeck, Oliver watched as the pirate crew made their way off the ship and down the gangplank. When the little pirate girl waved at him, he waved back. And when Adelia pulled Officer Alvarez into a passionate kiss, Oliver’s lips quirked slightly into a smile. Soon the Poseidon’s Revenge’s crew were all gone, disappearing into the crowd of the tiny port island.

The sun was still low, barely coming up from the ocean. Dawn approached them and Oliver knew they needed to set off if they were going to make it to their next stop in a timely manner. He made his way from the ship rail, stopping to talk to his navigator, then walked down the steps to the top deck.

“Everyone is accounted for, sir,” Officer Doyle informed his Lieutenant as the crewmen began to weigh anchor.

Oliver dipped his chin in acknowledgement. “I’ll be in my quarters, should you need me.”

Once inside his cabin, Oliver removed his hat, placing it on his desk. Making his way out onto his private balcony, he closed his eyes and gripped the rail. He momentarily reveled in the feel of the sun's first rays hitting his skin and for a moment there was peace.

Then it hit him. The truth. The reality.

He was truly alone.

And with that acknowledgement, he did the only thing he hadn’t done in the past few days.

He wept.

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~Two Weeks Later~

The first few days at sea had been rough. A nasty storm threatened The Intrepid multiple times. Waves crashed against the hull and the rain, cold as ice, pelted the crew that worked mercilessly on the deck. The sails were torn and battered and there were times - countless times - Oliver thought they wouldn’t make it. But then the sun came out and they assessed that the damage wasn’t all that bad. The crew were able to repair the ripped sails and they continued on to their destination.

Oliver stood next to the helm, hands firmly tucked behind his back as he looked out over his crew. Beside him, Officer Alvarez gripped the wheel, steering them into an old, familiar port. An odd sensation of comfort mixed with dread washed over him. Being here again made him feel strong yet somehow vulnerable. But when the call to drop anchor rang out across the ship and the crew got ready to dock, those thoughts and emotions were swept away and out of his mind.

As if he could sense it, Office Alvarez looked over his shoulder to his commanding officer. A curious look on his face. “Alright, sir?” the officer asked.

Oliver glanced at him, doing his best to hide the annoyance on his face. He was so damn tired of that question and wished people would stop asking. “I’m fine. Now get us docked.”

And with that, Oliver took his leave of the helm and made his way down to greet the Harbormaster.

“Lieutenant Cochrane,” the Harbormaster greeted once the ship was docked. “We received word to expect you. Though it seems you were delayed.”

Oliver kept his face neutral as he spoke. “We were caught in a storm and blew off course by about a day.”

The Harbormaster nodded his head before sending his men to inspect and take inventory of The Intrepid. Oliver got to work signing the docking forms and soon all his personal items were being unloaded off the ship.

“How long can we expect you here?” the Harbormaster asked as Oliver watched over his things getting loaded into his carriage.

“I’m not sure,” Oliver replied earnestly. He truly wasn’t sure how long he would be here. He wasn’t sure if he could even return to the sea. Return to the heartache and emptiness that it now held.

“Very well,” the Harbormaster replied before departing back to the docks.

Oliver let out a sigh before turning back towards his carriage. He looked to his Coachman, an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair, a thick mustache and soft, blue eyes. “Greetings, Thomas,” Oliver addressed his Coachman with a faint smile.

Thomas smiled a small, congenial smile. “‘Ello, Lieutenant. Ready to head out?”

With a nod, Oliver stepped into the carriage. Before closing the door, he looked back out at the vessel where he resided for the past several years. The one place where, at one point in time, he found solace. But now all he found was pain. He closed the door of his carriage and soon they were off.

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The journey inland took a full day, but soon Oliver’s stagecoach was pulling into the bustling city streets. He gazed out the window, taking in his surroundings. There were more buildings than when he was here last. The market streets were packed with people shopping during the early hours. There were children running around, playing games and ignoring the adult world around them.

They continued further, the busy markets turning into quiet, ornate buildings. White columns and sturdy, marble homes lined the road now. Soon, his carriage stopped in front of one of them. A minute later the carriage door swung open and Oliver stepped out onto the cobblestone. He stretched his sore limbs, reaching his arms behind his back to pull at his muscles.

Oliver’s eyes glanced up to the bronze nameplate that was hung just beside the door and let out a weary sigh. Years had passed since he had walked these halls. And now, without his father around, the large, empty building seemed more daunting than anything.

He turned around and watched Thomas remove the last bit of Oliver’s belongings out of the carriage, gently placing the trunk and garment bags on the ground. The old man looked up and gave Oliver a warm, hopeful smile before speaking. “How does it feel to be back, Lieutenant?”

Oliver’s gaze went back to the familiar building. “Strange,” he replied honestly.

There was a twinge in his chest. Either longing or regret, he wasn’t sure. Then he heard footsteps and soon Thomas was at his side. Oliver glanced over to the man who he’d known for most his life. This sense of familiarity was nice, welcomed even. The Coachman wore a wry smile before clasping his hand to Oliver’s shoulder.

“Welcome home, sir.”

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~Seven Months Later~

Life back in London was tiresome.

When Oliver first arrived back, news quickly spread of his father’s disgraceful acts. Many people came up to him on the streets as he strolled around town. All asking him if the rumors were true, prying into his business. Soon, people would show up at his home, all hours of the day and night. There were job opportunities, business deals and - worst of all - marriage proposals. It all made Oliver sick and soon, he refused to leave home.

Eventually, and after weeks of harassment and getting his staff to personally man his front door, the people stopped coming. Things grew quiet and, once again, Oliver was alone.

He told himself he should move on. That he should stop wallowing in his own self pity and do something for himself. But try as he might, he just couldn’t shake her from his thoughts.

Then, one evening, Oliver awoke in the middle of the night to the thunderous sound of rain beating against his window. His room was bathed in light as lightning struck and soon followed by the bellowing sound of thunder.

Oliver let out a tired sigh while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He was used to the rain. Used to the storms that he would sail through on the sea. But he knew there was no going back to sleep now. Something was gnawing at the back of his mind that he couldn’t quite brush off.

He sat at the edge of his bed and lit a candlestick. He pulled on his robe, covering up his nude body, and made his way downstairs. All of the staff had gone home for the night, leaving Oliver alone in the Cochrane manor. He walked into the parlor and sat his candle down before turning to the fireplace. Soon, the room was aglow with the fire light.

Oliver sat down in one of the velvet accent chairs and cradled his head in his hands. Something about tonight made him feel… strange. Something felt off and he wasn’t sure why. He was tired, he felt it in his bones, but he knew that right now he needed to be in that spot.

The lieutenant sighed and sat back in his seat. He closed his eyes, willing his body to relax and grow weary. He was just… so… tired.

Boom!

Another crash of lightning, but he didn’t flinch. Instead he welcomed the sound of the storm.

Boom! Boom!

Several more, and still, Oliver remained unfazed.

But then...

Knock! Knock!

That wasn’t the sound of the tormenting thunder outside. That was the sound of someone knocking on a door. Someone knocking on his front door.

Oliver bolted up from his seat. His heart rising dangerously high in his throat. It was late, way too late for any sane person to be at his door right now.

“Maybe a beggar.” He thought to himself.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Oliver tightened the ties around his robe, then slowly - ever so slowly - made his way towards his front door. He tried to peer out the window but the rain and the evening sky made it impossible to make out the shadowy figure standing on his stoop.

But then that strange feeling he had disappeared. And for a brief moment he felt something else. A feeling that he hadn’t felt for months.

Hope.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!

The person outside his door slammed their first several more times. But following the knocking came a voice.

“Oliver! Please, are you there?”

That voice…

His knees nearly gave out on him. With a sharp inhale, Oliver quickly unlocked his door before swinging it wide open. His heart stopped. His eyes blew wide. His mouth opened and closed, floundering like a fish out of water. He tried to speak, but nothing came out.

This was a dream. Surely he was still in his bed, fast asleep and this wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.

But then the person on his doorstep finally spoke.

“I… I love you, too, Oliver.”

And Oliver realized that this was truly and utterly real.

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