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lovelystarlightsblog · 24 days

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Motherly reader babying them~

(So reader is a loving Mommy type that loves babying and spoiling them. So after awhile she somehow manage to bring up their Inner child)

Albert James Moriarty

He was a little uncomfortable with the thought of being spoiled. Like, him? Spoiled? He beg to differ. But after he met you. All he could say is…. Well sh!t..

He was never the spoiled type (that’s what he thought), if anything he would be the one spoiling his S/O. But now he could only question how the hell did he end up here while sitting sideways on your lap.

He was honestly embarrassed by it. Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around? Well, not anymore….

He wasn’t familiar with motherly love considering his childhood. He was never felt like he was accepted in his “Family” so mothers love wasn’t something he can Imagine to have.

After he met you he feel like he found something that was missing his whole entire life. He never felt so safe, so comfortable, so……. Happy….

At the start of the relationship, it was something small and simple things like serving and feeding him cookies, and then leads to wrapping him in blankets and cuddle him the whole night (You’re the big spoon obviously), which also leads you into tucking him in before bed and sing him a lullaby, and also leads you to cradling him when he had a hard day…..

He was really embarrassed to say the least. He was treated like a child! And for some reason it makes him feel so warm inside.

He likes it…..

He will never admit to anyone, not even when someone threatens him death. But he loves how you treat him like a child, he loves how you spoil him so much with your loving. You’ve awaken his inner child he never knew he had.

As time goes on the others start to notice how Albert’s behavior is slowly start to become more… Childlike….

Like how he looks at you so excitedly like a child seeing his birthday present when he finally gets back, or when you’re home after going out to get groceries. Or how he becomes 970% more clingy than he used to. And how he always clings onto you when you’re sitting together or you’re just talking with someone else.

Well… They’re not the only one who realized it. Cause I’m pretty sure that Albert would realize it sooner than they do. But despite that he’s not stopping it at all…. What kind of spell did you used on him?!

Nobody ACTUALLY complains about it, maybe Moran would tease him but he would get the most terrifying glare, that it can make the devil look like a baby kitten. He notes himself that he would NEVER tease Albert about it ever again.

But when someone else points it out…. Let’s just say that he never wanted to jump out of the window so bad in his whole entire life.

He’s conflicted. He’s a grown up adult, he’s not supposed to be treated as a child nor act like one. But at the same time it just feels soo good that he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t like it! Not like he can stop even if he wants to.

He was honestly quite self-conscious about it. He feels like he should stop letting you treat him like a child so much, but he also craves for it. He can’t decide whether to stop you or letting you do anything to him.

He once told you how he feel a little ashamed of liking all those childish things. But you told him that there’s nothing wrong with enjoying all those things. Everyone has their own inner child and everyone always want to feel loved. And that actually made Albert feel a lot better hearing you say that.

After some time, he lets himself loose and let you do more “lovey” things like cradling and other babyish things. He also really likes how you spoon fed him, but he only let’s you do that in private.

William and Louise also notice Albert’s childlike behavior. And neither of them judges him. In fact, they’re happy that Albert is able to feel happy and comfortable with someone. And they really do appreciate your company cause they haven’t seen Albert so content and happy before. So that really made Albert relieved.

He loves the way you scratch his back while he’s cuddling you (I love back scratches, y’all knew this was coming). He always wraps his arms around you as he lays his head on your chest while you softly scratch his back. He’s the big spoon most of the time, but sometimes he’s the little spoon when he’s feeling tired or down.

And then… There’s cradling, OH THE CRADLING!! He’ll be DAMNED if anyone else knows about this, but he he craves to be cradled! It’s probably one of the most babyish things he actually enjoy but boy he loves it!

It’s just… The way you hold him while he sits on your lap and rocking him slowly (god that’s adorable) and having his head resting on you. He has never felt so safe and comfortable in his life. It’s embarrassing and he loves it so damn much.

It would take a lot of time for Albert to accept his “tendencies” he’ll try to be a lot more open with his childlike behaviors. Of course he won’t show that side of him to anyone, but now he’s a bit more open to admitting his “tendencies”. He’ll also let himself act a bit more spoiled to you and enjoys how he’s treated as a child.

And once that finally happens you’ll realize how adorably spoiled he is. Like how he ask you to sing him to sleep, making him and feeding him cookies, clinging onto you, and running up to you when you get back. It was incredibly adorable and beyond cute!

Of course that doesn’t mean he’s not serious with his work on taking care of the nobles. It’s just that whenever he takes a break he always know where to go and what can make him feel so much better after all that. And that’s something he will never take for granted.

Of course he will try to pay you back. (Even tough he feels like he will never be able to). Like treating you out for dinner, buying you gifts, getting whatever the hell you want (even if it’s as absurd as bringing home a lion). It’s just that… Words cannot express how thankful he is to have you and you make everything so worth it in this life…

He has never felt so happy….

Wow….

This is one of the most tooth-rooting, stomach stirring, diabetic thing I have ever wrote…

I’m so proud of it…

#headcanons #mtp headcanons #albert james moriarty #moriarty the patriot headcanon #moriarty the patriot x reader #moriarty the patriot #mommy reader

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ofthecaravel · 1 month

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Heaven In Time

Chapter 1: Thoroughfare

Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Summary: Danny, en route to California to find love, picked up small town runaway Sam on a Texas thoroughfare and has been on the road ever since. While Sam adjusts to life as himself, Danny's wondering if he's found love without even leaving the South.

Tags: Religious trauma, mentions of homophobia, Anxiety, very sweet little crushes, idk all very soft when its not Tense

Words: 5.4k

A/N: HEAVILYYYYYY inspired by Thoroughfare by Ethel Cain, even borrowed a lyric here and there. Any and all credit to my beloved Hayden. First chapter of ??? maybe 4?? but I haven't decided. There's going to be more mention of Sam's questionable Southern Baptist Christian upbringing in those and I understand that may not be everyone's cup of tea so feel free to scroll if that may be upsetting for you.

“Do you think we’re gonna get arrested?”

Over the gentle splash of the thin, chlorinated water, Sam heard Danny’s long sigh. Usually he laughed at all of Sam’s misplaced little comments and queries, but sometimes he just sighed. Sam knew he didn’t mean anything harsh by it, but it definitely didn’t feel good.

“Not if you don’t say anything,” Danny answered plainly. A smile ghosted his tired face as he rotated to face Sam, who stared back as he awkwardly bobbed with his long hair trailing behind him like a veil. After however many dusty miles and state lines they’d crossed, it always felt good when they had a motel to crash at instead of the cramped cabin of Danny’s pickup. And it felt twice as good when the motel had a pool, especially when it was nice and late at night and there was no one else around. Sam wasn’t much of a swimmer, but he was happy to tread water and watch Danny float. His broad chest would peek just over the surface of the water and his eyes would close while his dark curls moved like the fingers of lazy clouds.

Yeah, Sam was happy to watch that.

“It doesn’t feel right,” Sam murmured, watching his fingers flex anxiously under the water in the refracted view the harsh fluorescents provided. With the country sky full of nothing but mosquitoes and the occasional whistling breeze, the yellowing pool lights were the only thing illuminating them. Sam felt suddenly self conscious thinking of how washed out he must look in this rare moment where he was the one being watched. He turned to the side, only offering Danny his profile.

“They won’t know the credit card ain’t mine until we’re in Arizona,” Danny insisted in a hushed voice. “And even then, I didn’t give the desk my real name. We’re golden if you can keep that mouth of yours shut. Can you do that for me, cowboy?”

“Sure I can.” Sam bristled, but knew Danny’s request was justified. Ever since Danny had taken pity on him and picked him up on that thoroughfare back in Texas, Sam never seemed to be able to do the right thing. He had gotten as far as he had in an attempt to remove himself from the suppressing influence of his uber religious hometown, but so far it seemed like he was still dragging it along with him. It was an embarrassing first impression to leave on someone as great as Danny was turning out to be, but he hadn’t left Sam behind yet, so Sam figured he must have some redeeming qualities that kept him around.

“Atta boy,” Danny smiled, his eyes closing as he lolled his head back and drew in a deep breath of the cool night air. “Christ alive, I needed this. How long do you think we drove today?”

“5 hours?” Sam guessed, thinking back on the day. “Felt longer ‘cause of the sun.”

“Damn that sun,” Danny cursed. “Burned the hell out of my nose, too.”

“We can get lotion or something at the next gas station,” Sam offered. Truthfully, he found the ruddy blush on Danny’s nose and freckled cheeks extremely flattering, but he knew it had to hurt. Growing up in Alabama, Sam knew a thing or two about sunburn.

“With what money?” Danny laughed humorlessly, sighing again and running a hand over his face. “Although at this point, I’d be willing to skip a dinner to get my hands on some lotion. Mm. Not that I don’t appreciate your presence, but...”

Sam blinked blankly, feeling an implication pass him by like they often did. He didn’t say anything in return and sank a little further into the pool, trying not to feel even more stupid than he already did. Being tired certainly wasn’t helping, but he was really starting to feel the weight of all of his graceless actions from the past week pile on him as they swam in silence. Hopefully Danny would want to head up to their room soon and Sam could just try again the next day.

Danny noticed Sam’s silence and opened his heavy eyes to observe him with a worried look. Sam’s neck was craned and the sharp point of his nose grazed the water as he continued to stare into the palms of his submerged hands. He was halfway to prayer by the looks of it, and Danny guessed that probably wasn’t too far from the truth. It was a state of mind Sam never really seemed to leave. Danny remembered the scandalized look on Sam’s face when they’d shared their first diner meal together and Danny had picked his fork right up and gotten to work when the waitress had brought their plates. Now he knew to wait and let Sam save them with a quick round of grace before eating. Sam had never asked for his hand to hold when doing it, but somewhere between the Texas border and New Mexico, Danny had offered it up and they’d been doing it that way ever since. It sure made it a hell of a lot more tolerable for Danny to wait for Sam’s long winded recitations with his slender hand in Danny’s. He really didn’t mind too much, especially after he’d begun collecting little glimpses of the seemingly excruciating evangelical life that Sam had left behind in Alabama. Danny didn’t pry, but there was a lot about Sam that he didn’t know. He watched Sam lit up in the pale, shifting luminance coming from the pool and realized with a strange, absent pang that he wanted to know. Maybe all of it, actually.

“Not a star in the sky,” Danny commented dreamily, tilting his neck back to stare at the pitch black sky after another long minute of staring at Sam left him feeling flushed. “It was always easy to pick ‘em out when I was on the farm, but I really have to squint when I’m in cities sometimes. It’s a crying shame.”

“We had to have all the lights out in town at a certain time so I always got to see the stars,” Sam replied in a small voice. “My brothers were always looking for Castor and Pollux, but we got lost after finding Orion every single time. Always forgot whether to look up or down or west or what.”

Sam smiled at the memory, remembering watching his older brothers bicker in whispers in front of the window while pressing fingers to the glass and eventually calling Sam in for help. Their parents fell asleep fast and heavy, so nights were usually when he and his siblings really got to be themselves. Sam found himself tired during the days almost all the time, but he’d carried his drooping eyelids with a bounce in his step. Even on the rare instances when he dozed off during study or services, he’d take a ruler to the knuckles with a smile.

“I’ve always been partial to Orion,” Danny agreed, searching it out as he said it. “Probably because it’s easy to find and I’m a simple man when it comes to stuff like that.”

“You’re plenty smart,” Sam complimented. He finally lifted his head from his gloomy stance, his ear resting on his shoulder as he turned his smile on Danny. “Especially with maps. We’d be halfway to Argentina if I were the one navigating.”

“I wouldn’t mind that at all,” Danny laughed. “We can go there after we find love in California, how about that?”

“Perfect,” Sam complied, feeling a familiar sour rush of adrenaline when reminded of their end goal. It was ignorant to feel shocked over and over when he thought about it, especially considering that talk of Danny’s unknown Californian love were some of the first words Danny had ever said to him. Danny had pulled up next to Sam on the side of the road in his beat up pick up truck, told him not to run, and asked if he wanted to go see the West with him.

“‘Cause love’s out there,” Daniel had explained after Sam had hopped right in. “And I can’t leave it be.”

And Sam had agreed. Out of luck to spend and no more energy in his body to spend on walking, it was the perfect escape. It still was. It’s just that the more time he shared with Danny, the more he disliked the thought of Danny sharing time with anyone other than him. Sam was suddenly very sure he was greedy and selfish and wicked, and he made plans to pray on it after Danny had gone to sleep.

“Smart,” Danny echoed with an airy laugh, finally lifting his hair from the water and shaking his head slightly. “I don’t know about all that. If this were a movie, I’m pretty sure I’d be the muscle of the operation.”

“I guess that’d make sense. How much can you lift?”

Danny gave Sam a mischievous look and shrugged, hoping the smirk creeping onto his face didn’t give away his plans for what he’d do next.

“Not sure,” Danny answered coolly. “How much do you weigh?”

Before Sam could respond, Danny rushed forward as fast as the water allowed and grabbed Sam around the waist, boosting him up with a noisy splash. Sam shrieked initially, but it gave way to a surprised laugh, every nerve alight with buzzing heat as Danny lifted him up. Danny could only manage to keep him up for another few moments before buckling at the knee from the close contact, allowing Sam a little time to plug his nose before Danny dunked him under.

Sam met the shifting blur of the pale water and felt a jarring, overwhelming peace as the water swallowed all sound and sensation and he began to sink to the bottom. For a second, he thought he might like to stay there forever, just floating and free from everything he didn’t understand about what was happening to him, what had already happened. What he wanted to happen.

Sam didn’t even feel the sizzle of his lungs begging for air until he opened his eyes best he could and saw the blur of what was waiting for him up above.

Now, Sam had obviously been far too young for him to remember his baptism, but as he brought himself back to consciousness and pushed himself out of the water and into Danny’s arms, he imagined it was a similar experience. Without really thinking, his arms went around Danny’s neck and he breathed in a great, shuddering gasp, desperately filling his chest with air as Danny’s arms reflexively wrapped around him and kept Sam pinned to his chest as he coughed.

“Fuck, Sam, did you forget to breathe?” Danny whispered urgently, resisting the urge to shout and wake the other motel patrons. “I mean, pardon my French, but you scared the shit out of me for a second there!”

“Sorry,” Sam choked out as he began to control his breathing and let it give way to an embarrassed laugh. “I got distracted for a minute.”

“Yeah, I’d definitely say you were coming up on a minute!” Danny sputtered, patting Sam’s back in a last ditch effort to knock any water loose. “I’ve never seen anyone go that long underwater. Good lord. You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m okay, I promise,” Sam insisted, leaning back to flash Danny a sincere look of assurance. Curiously, he didn’t feel the need to unlock his arms from behind Danny’s neck when doing so. In the same way, Danny didn’t feel the need to release his grip on Sam, keeping their bare chests flush as Sam comically mimicked drawing in deep breaths and releasing them to demonstrate his capability.

“Fine, fine, I believe you,” Danny relented, despite the anxiety still fluttering in his chest. “Just don’t scare me like that again. I get nervous enough when you’re out of my sight, and now you’re telling me I gotta worry about you when you’re right in front of me? Phew.”

“What do you mean you get nervous when I’m out of your sight?” Sam laughed, his dark brow crinkling inquisitively as his stomach gave a little flip.

“Just worried you’ll get to wandering,” Danny replied with faux nonchalance. “Don’t want some lawless vagabond picking you off the street.”

“Ain’t that what you did?”

Danny tossed his head back and let out a loud laugh, knowing he needed to be much quieter than he was but doing nothing to rectify it. Sam burst into a round of hushed giggles and attempted to put his hands over Danny’s mouth as he shushed him theatrically. They goodnaturedly tussled for a minute before Danny finally let Sam go, pushing him back and looking away with a nervous laugh still running its course in his chest.

“I got enough law in me to keep an eye on you,” Danny continued on, flicking his wrist lightly to splash Sam. “Can’t have you leaving me to drive the rest of the way on my own.”

“Well, I only ever leave if there’s not much worth staying for,” Sam muttered. It wasn’t entirely true when considering the importance of what he’d left behind in favor of hitchhiking aimlessly in pressing Texan heat, namely his family. He felt guilty saying it, but Danny took his words with pillow softness. His laugh melted into a shy smile that fell on Sam like a kiss on the forehead.

“Lucky me, I suppose,” Danny smiled, punching Sam gently on the shoulder. “I’ll do my best to make the rest of the trip worth staying for.”

“You won’t have to try too hard,” Sam replied sincerely. “I’m having a lot of fun so far.”

“Yeah?” Danny questioned with an amused arch of his eyebrow. “You’re having fun coughing up dust in the passenger seat of a beat up truck that doesn’t work half the time? You’re having fun having to share flat, suspiciously stained motel beds with some sorry hick you met two weeks ago?”

“Well, when you put it that way, it sounds terrible,” Sam laughed. “But it is fun. It’s the in-between stuff that’s fun.”

“Like what?” Danny prodded, giving Sam another playful little splash.

He asked without any real pressure, but there was a big part of Danny that really needed to know if he was making this spontaneous road trip a good time for Sam. It seemed a little ridiculous to some extent considering that when Danny set off, he wasn’t expecting any kind of lingering company in the slightest. At the end of the day, Sam was a borderline neurotic runaway that Danny had taken a chance on after some strange gut feeling had told him to take a left and not a right while driving aimlessly. But at the same time, Danny was really starting to like him. It both confused and warmed him.

“I don’t know!” Sam sputtered. “It’s always fun to look through gas stations for stupid knick knacks. That mood ring keychain was pretty cool, you have to admit.”

Danny only laughed in response. The tacky keychain had pretty obviously been for kids, but with the way Sam’s eyes had lit up when he pressed his thumb to the heat reactive surface, Danny had found that fact the least important part of the equation.

“It’s fun when the diner menus have stupid names for the sandwiches,” Sam continued, feeling increasingly more embarrassed talking about himself. “And I definitely have fun when I get to listen to my station on the radio.”

“And you can continue to have that fun in half hour intervals,” Danny asserted, trying not to roll his eyes while recalling Sam’s beloved church music station. “Anything else?”

“Hmm. This is pretty fun,” Sam answered with a quick, impish shrug. “Even though you tried to drown me.”

“Hey!” Danny scoffed while Sam sailed into another round of delighted giggles. “I’ll show you drowning!”

Danny reached out and they wrassled again, a flurry of arms and bickering laughter as Danny pretended to try and dunk Sam under the water. Once again, Sam’s arms went around Danny’s neck as they struggled, and once again he made no move to remove them when Danny slowed. However, this time around, when Sam felt the careless adrenaline fueling him with a whisper of unknown courage, he seized it and gave Danny a quick kiss on the cheek. It was no more than 2 seconds of his lips on Danny’s slightly stubbled skin, but it struck Danny like a slap to the face. Sam released his grip on him and gave him a good natured smile.

“Seriously, this is so fun,” Sam insisted. “But we’ll never sleep if we keep being rowdy. Bed?”

“Good thinking,” Danny replied a little too quickly, successfully fighting a quiver in his voice and letting out a silent, choked sigh when Sam turned his back on him and started making his way to the edge of the pool. Facing away from Danny allowed Sam a moment to let his innocent, grateful gesture sink in. He began to panic slightly, rushing out a hurried mental prayer that Danny hadn’t taken it the wrong way. Sam almost turned to apologize, but decided it would be more awkward if he did, instead electing to haul himself out of the pool and grab his towel as if nothing out of the ordinary was raging inside his head.

Meanwhile, Danny definitely wasn’t taking it the wrong way. But he was taking it in a very surprising way. Feeling sudden and immense guilt, he realized that he was really going to have to book it to the hook where his towel hung in order to cover the “reaction” he was having to Sam’s little kiss. Thankfully, he was able to make it without Sam seeing. Danny felt grateful for his Southern charm when Sam finally did turn his doe eyed smile back on him and Danny was able to steer their conversation in a new direction as they walked to their room and he kept his towel tightly wound around his waist.

But neither one of them really recovered from it. Something so small and instantaneous weighed heavily in the back of their minds as they went about their separate nighttime routines and turned away from each other when Danny turned the light off.

After an infuriating hour of staring up at the flaking ceiling and listening to the muffled whistle of a keening wind outside the window, Sam finally heard Danny begin to snuffle and sigh, signifying sleep. He released a pent up sigh and rubbed a hand over his eyes as he tried to manifest sleep. A few hours prior he had been nearly nodding off at dinner, but now that he was alone in the inviting dark with Danny, it was hard to keep his eyes closed. Usually he whispered himself to sleep with psalms that lulled him into a fuzzy, dreamless void, but it felt wrong to do so with the imagery pervading his mind. None of it was graphic, simply a replay of how it felt to float in Danny’s arms. And how safe he felt with Danny’s hand on his back. How the feeling of his mouth on Danny’s cheek made him wonder how it would feel if it were the other way. How it would’ve felt if Danny had picked that moment to turn slightly, causing Sam to catch his lips instead of his stubble.

It was shameful, but Sam felt himself tensing and carefully guiding each muscle so that he could turn over to lay on his side facing Danny’s back. Unable to lay alone with his thoughts any longer, he decided that the sight of the body next to him would be enough to quell the uncomfortable desire in his chest that was beginning to frighten him slightly. However, he was startled to find that Danny had turned over at some point as well. Sam’s heart flitted and jabbed at him from his ribcage as he took in the sight of Danny’s cheek pressed to the pillow, his mouth ever so slightly ajar as he drew in deep breaths. He was laying on his chest, and Sam fought the urge to trace the swells of muscles in his arms as they came to cross underneath the pillow beneath his head. There was a needling, demanding pull in Sam’s stomach now, one that yanked and strained the longer Sam took in the sight of Danny’s placid, perfect face in the spectral moonlight. It puppeteered him to slide a trembling hand up and delicately cup Danny’s freckled cheek. Sam felt as though he was doing something exceedingly terrible when his thumb traced a gentle journey over Danny’s skin that still buzzed with heat from his light burn. Danny drew in a big breath and released it through his nose, stern eyebrows knitting slightly in a dream as Sam screamed at himself in his head to move his hand, flip back over, and just go to sleep. Yet it seemed like such an insurmountable task now that he’d felt Danny’s breath on his wrist. Worse, it reminded Sam of the proximity of Danny’s lips to his own, only inches away and closer even to his fingers. Sam’s mind raced as he became obsessed with possibility.

His dreams were quickly dashed in a moment of blinding, white hot panic as Danny sniffed and stirred, stretching his arms slightly as his eyelids fluttered. Even with Danny rousing, Sam couldn’t find the strength to move his hand. He kept it resting with soft pressure on Danny’s cheek as he panicked about whether or not to feign sleep. All the while, Danny blinked fully and his eyes came into focus. Sam settled for a fake, heavy lidded gaze, doing his own round of “half asleep” blinking as Danny studied his expression. Danny let out an amused huff through his nose and his arm facing Sam loudly disturbed the sheets as it lifted from under the pillow and his hand clumsily tapped against Sam’s own on his face.

“You’re dreaming, Sam,” Danny mumbled, his voice low and grumbling as he fought to speak without falling asleep again. “Go to sleep.”

“Not dreaming,” Sam whispered tiredly. He watched as Danny’s hand stretched and rested fully over his own, Danny’s fingers curling a little as his eyes closed again and he began to doze.

It was such a little thing, but that pull inside of Sam snapped. There was something overwhelming him, and in his exhausted, newly freed state of mind, he saw no other option but to succumb. For the first time, when he felt the compulsion to pray for his salvation, he ignored it outright.

Shifting forward, Sam used his hand on Danny’s face as leverage to gently pull himself forward and press his lips to Danny’s. He did so with no real pressure, simply lingering as long as Danny would allow him to and trapping a shivering breath inside his lungs as his eyes closed at the relief. He fully expected Danny to spit and push him off the bed, leaving him right then and there to hop in his truck and find California all on his own like he was supposed to. His fingers pressed into Danny’s skin at the thought, holding on to him as long as he could before this impulse came back to bite him in what he was sure would be seconds.

Instead, he was met with the ginger push of Danny’s lips meeting him halfway. It only lasted for a couple of seconds, and Sam could taste the lingering whisper of mint toothpaste on his breath behind the numbing warmth of his tongue, which did no more but tap momentarily at Sam’s closed lips. When Danny’s lips unstuck from his, Danny barely pulled away to speak, giving Sam the luxury of their close proximity for longer than he ever could have dreamed of.

“Now you’re just getting my hopes up,” Danny breathed with a laugh that lasted only a fraction of a second and seemed more like a punch of air from his chest.

Not really understanding what Danny meant, Sam flew into another panic. He could no longer feign a sleepy stare and blinked rapidly with restless nerves waking him up all the way. His heart pounded in his ears and he prayed his hand wouldn’t prickle with sweat from the dread beginning to course through him. All at once, he could hear a chorus of a hundred voices from back home reminding him of the great, divine consequence of what he was doing.

“Sorry,” Sam apologized, his eyes immediately prickling with anxious tears. “I just…”

“I just don’t want you waking up tomorrow and feeling all…you know, guilty or whatever ‘cause of something you did half asleep,” Danny murmured. He cursed his moral compass pointing him to true north, even in this miraculous circumstance when the dial seemed to be spun on its axis entirely.

“I’m awake,” Sam argued in a whisper. “That’s why I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that with you sleeping, that’s-”

“I was awake, too,” Danny replied simply. “I mean, when...”

An infuriating, tense minute passed between the two of them. There was much to be said, and also nothing at all. Too little time had passed in each other’s company to have any kind of profound feeling to confess, and yet there was a confounding magnetism that left them staring into the other’s eyes with heavy breath and rattling hearts. Danny’s hand eventually fell from where it had lain over Sam’s, but before Sam’s heart could sting with hurt at the loss, he felt Danny’s arm adjust to wrap around his waist and pull him closer. With this motion, their lips connected again, and Sam breathed in sharply through his nose as he attempted to fall into the rhythm of this disarming, second ever kiss. The matchbox capacity of the motel room and the sleeping world beyond its cracked windows were swallowed up by the fervor of Danny’s shuddering breath and the heat rolling off his skin. Sam heard the chastising chorus in the back of his conscience begin to sing again when Danny’s hand on his lower back tightened its grip. His heart hammered thinking about roaring hellfire and scores of taunting devils, but when Danny carefully rolled Sam onto his back and Sam opened his eyes, he saw only an angel.

“This sure is a step up from your little gesture in the pool,” Danny acknowledged, caging Sam in with an arm at his side and another by his head.

“I was only saying thank you,” Sam muttered sheepishly, struggling to speak with his throat so dry and his muscles so alive with flickering reactions he fought to suppress.

“What are you saying now?”

Sam fell silent. He had no experiences to draw on or words in his vocabulary to place what he felt about Danny. Kind, gracious, handsome Danny, hovering over him with the patience he doled out time and time again when lesser men would have rolled their eyes and drove off.

“I think…” Sam started, fighting to sort his scattered, uninformed feelings. “I’m still saying thank you.”

Unexpectedly, Danny’s eyes flickered with apprehension. Sam’s eyebrows knit with confusion when Danny leaned back to straddle Sam’s hips, suddenly wearing a somber expression. Sam’s bottom lip quaked and pouted as he hurriedly propped himself up on his elbows.

“What?” Sam blurted. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, fuck, I fucked it all up, didn’t I?”

“I just really hope you don’t feel like you have to…do anything for me just ‘cause I’m giving you a ride,” Danny said earnestly. “I’d be really sore if you thought of me that way. I don’t expect a single thing from you.”

Sam’s heart gave a deep, aching clench as Danny’s words sank in. He felt his eyes nearly welling with tears again as he watched Danny look down at his hands in his lap before flicking his eyes up to Sam, probing him for a response.

“No,” Sam replied firmly, pushing off the bed to sit straight and stare up properly into Danny’s eyes. “No, no, that’s not it at all. I would never. Never ever. You should know that, Danny, come on. I, it’s just…”

He trailed off again, blushing with embarrassment as the words finally came to him, plain and true.

“I just like you is all,” Sam admitted, thankful for the shade of night to conceal the flush he knew was painting his face pink. “I’m sorry.”

“You keep apologizing when you got nothing to apologize for,” Danny accused quietly. His hands were close to shaking as he tried to calm himself down, but it was hard not to shiver at Sam’s confession.

“Sorry. Product of my upbringing, I guess.”

“Well, I got a bone to pick with a lot of things about your upbringing, if I’m being perfectly honest.”

“Me too,” Sam whispered truthfully.

Danny studied Sam’s face with that familiar worried look he found himself sporting every day now, taking a minute to smooth Sam’s hair back and get lost in his dark, doll-like gaze.

“I know it wasn’t part of the plan,” Sam went on with a small, shameful voice.

Danny let out an airy, one note laugh through his nose and rolled his eyes, finally plucking up the courage to cup Sam’s cheek as Sam had done to him.

“I’m not even sure what ‘the plan’ is anymore,” Danny sighed, finding it difficult to look anywhere but Sam’s rosy frown. “I know what I said, but I think deep down all I really wanted to do was go. California just seemed like the best place to start.”

“So…” Sam coaxed, unable to stop himself from tilting his chin into Danny’s grip. “When will you know where you’re going?”

“Now that I’ve met you, Sam? I think I know where I’m headed.”

Before Sam could bring up any matters of direction, of Danny’s supposed destined Californian love, or of what was to become of them as a them, Danny kissed Sam for a third time. Nothing special, nothing mind blowing. Yet with it, Sam felt every saying about the magic number, three strikes, and the Holy Trinity itself fade in comparison. And when Danny laid him down again, Sam swore he could see the stars.

The next morning, Sam sat in the passenger seat of the truck with his head hanging out the window, chestnut hair spilling behind him in the wind as the bare fields and pale blue sky rolled on by. With his shirt unbuttoned to remedy the heatwave, anyone would’ve been able to see the small, tender bruises lining his collarbone and marching down his chest. Beside him, Danny kept one eye firmly on the empty road and the other on his passenger. On a whim, he took a hand off the wheel to fiddle with the radio, adept fingers spinning the knob until a choral worship song came crackling over the waves. Sam turned his head at the music and made a fond sound, shoving Danny’s shoulder with a light push and settling back into his seat. However, after a minute of listening, Sam found himself reaching to change the station. He settled on a rock station blasting a song dripping with bass and drums, nodding his head along to it curiously as Danny shot him an incredulous smile.

“I fear I’ve corrupted you,” Danny laughed, reaching out to muss Sam’s hair.

“Good,” Sam hummed. “I needed it.”

“Yeah, you did. Just remember you promised not to go running off on me. And no bar fights. And before you ask, tattoos are a solid maybe.”

Sam laughed, pressing up against the headrest as he kicked his boots up on the dashboard and allowed himself to recline. For a moment, it crossed his mind that this might be one of the first times in his life he felt truly comfortable. It also crossed his mind that Danny’s persistent worry of Sam running off into the night was becoming increasingly more ridiculous. As he looked at the man driving next to him, who was miraculously unaware of the midday sun setting his curls and perfect side profile alight, Sam knew with confidence there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

Chapter 2!

#the day i stop writing fanfics based off of ethel cain songs is the day i die #i will never stop or get better or learn #gvf #greta van fleet #danny wagner #sam kiszka #sanny gvf #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van art #karoufiction

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everydayyoulovemeless · 16 days

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Hi👋 love your work, it always make me smile every time you post

Can you do one about a ghost seeker who is still alive and in control of mind and body, just trapped in the suit, and how the different companions +dead money companions react to them?

FNV Companions (+Christine, Dean, and God/Dog) Reacting to a Ghost Seeker Who's Still Sentient

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Boone almost shoots you on sight and probably would've if it weren't for how oddly you seemed to be acting. He'll set his gun down slowly, brows furrowed in confusion as you walk toward him like any other person would instead of the scrambled way the other ghost people moved. He doesn't really understand what you are, but when he learns you're not hostile, he'll leave you be. He's not too keen on letting you travel with him though, not entirely trusting that you won't snap at some point and turn on him, but he'll refrain from killing you. Just... keep your distance... if Boone's at the Madre, he's going to be paranoid and there's a high chance he'll accidentally shoot at you.

Arcade finds himself being amazed by your existence to the point where he may even grab your shoulders and peer at you in curiosity. He sees you as a sort of time capsule and, if you could communicate, would love to ask you all sorts of questions about life before the war, or even your positions on the political environment in the Mojave. If you want to stick with him for a bit, he'd quickly decide to try and find a cure for your condition. Maybe get you out of that suit? Cure the radiation? He's aware that it's wishful thinking, and he doesn't mind how you are now, but if he can make it even slightly more comfortable for you, he'd jump at the chance.

Most of the other ghost people thought Raul was either dead or one of them, so he wasn't all that concerned when you approached him. He's pleasantly surprised that there's anyone still conscious after all those years stuck in the Madre. Either way, he's mainly just happy he's finally found someone he can relate to. Look at you! Two pre-war mutations! He'll punch your shoulder light-heartedly, throw a few jokes your way, and follow you around as if you'd known each other for years. He's honestly just happy he's found someone who doesn't want him dead.

Lily thinks you're one of the cutest and most interesting things she's seen in a while - maybe even her entire life. You being a ghost seeker doesn't bother her any, in fact, she thinks the whole hazmat suit is quite nice looking. You don't see many of those lying around anymore, or anyone wearing them, for that matter. You're special, and she'll tell you that over and over until you start to believe it. She'll hold her hand out for you and guide you out of that awful place. You deserve to live somewhere nicer and, although it's a walk, she's certain Jacobstown will welcome you with open arms.

You'd be lucky if you were able to approach Cass and not have her immediately trying to gun you down. She can get a little trigger-happy, especially if she's at the Madre. However, if you did manage to get close to her and convince her to put the rifle down, you'll find that she still isn't all that fond of you. She doesn't care who you are or what you've been through, she wants you gone. You'll only attract more of the ghost people and she doesn't have enough bullets for all of you.

Veronica is slightly wary of you at first, but will quickly warm up to you with time. You'll have to forgive her, she's not used to having something like you not be hostile toward her. Once she does finally get used to your company, she'll be her regular chatty and curious self. She finds your condition strange and will dig as much information as she can out of you. You're definitely a wonder and, if she were certain it wouldn't get you killed, she'd show you off to everyone else at Hidden Valley. But, alas, the two of you will have to make do with what you have for the time being.

Christine feels a strange sort of connection to you. You've both been victims of awful experimentations, and her knowledge from spending so much time in Big MT has made it so she's aware of exactly what you are. She'll do her best to communicate what she knows to you, feeling that you should be cognizant of why you're stuck in the hazmat suit rather than ignorant. She'll stick by your side for as long as you do hers. You need each other, and she wouldn't let anything happen to you while you're both stuck in the Villa.

Dean will exploit you the moment he can get ahold of you. You're going to be the ace in any scheme he cooks up. The other ghost people don't bother you any, meaning you're his ideal for cracking the code to the vault within the casino. He's not letting you go anytime soon, at least not until he can get his hands on those gold bars. Whether he has to threaten you, pay you off, or restrain you completely; you're going to get him inside those gates.

Dog doesn't quite understand the concept very well and will try to eat you continuously. He'll squint in recognition whenever you talk or move, as he's aware only a sentient person is capable of that, but his gluttonous side can't help but attack you anyway.

God may be a violent and wrathful being, but there's something about you that makes him feel soft. He sees the two of you as being a lot alike; both monsters chained to this place of unrest. He feels sorry for you. He wouldn't harm you in any way, taking on a sort of brotherly attitude towards you, especially when it comes to your safety and well-being. You're about the only person who doesn't make him want to shoot himself, and when he locks himself away, you're about the only person he wouldn't mind having to sit there and talk to him through the bars.

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the-courage-to-heal · 6 months

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Is there a term for being assigned caretaker role but for friends? Like parentification for kids raising their siblings but being slapped with that label by peer "friends" or people who feel the need to be taken care of by those they consider their best friend? I knew someone who did that to me and after I was like "I love X she's like my daughter!" but then took it literally and kept calling me her "group mom" and said I had to look after her and be a big sister to her.

Hi I’m going to be quoting this article link here

What you’re describing sounds like a codependent friendship. You are not in a place of parental responsibility for any of your friends and that’s an unfair burden to place on you. Often people who find themselves in these sort of friend groups may have fulfilled a parental role in their own family. These cycles often perpetuate themselves. I hope this article helps you to make sense of what you’re experiencing!

What is a Codependent Friendship?

Codependency in friendship is characterized by an overly persistent reliance on one another. There will always be both taker and giver roles in a codependent friendship. The taker may need emotional support from the giver, while the giver might, in turn, get a much-needed self-esteem boost or a feeling of importance from their role in the friendship.

Signs of Codependency in Friendships

Ultimately, codependent relationships are unhealthy and toxic for both parties involved. Boundaries tend to be blurred in codependent friendships, and it’s common for both people to lose their sense of self as the friendship becomes more intertwined on all levels.

While not all unhealthy relationships are codependent, there are some telltale signs that codependency might be something you’re dealing with.

1. One person is always trying to “fix” the other’s problems

It’s common in codependent friendships for the person playing the giver role to always feel a deep sense of responsibility towards the taker.

Givers often want to fix problems, which can come at a price. The cost sometimes can even cause the giver pain as they spend exorbitant amounts of time, energy, and sometimes even money helping the taker.

2. One person needs to be rescued

In any relationship, it’s important to be willing to help someone you care about. It’s equally as important to be able to accept help if it’s coming from a good place. However, in a codependent friendship, there won’t be any reciprocation aspect, so one person is constantly giving to the other, despite knowing that if and when they themselves need help, their partner won’t be capable of returning the favor.

3. One person has anxiety or fears about the relationship

Takers may experience feelings of anxiety when their friend is not around or can’t spend time with them. They may start overthinking and obsessing over a fear that the relationship might end. Because of this, takers may become self-conscious that their friend might not want to spend time with them.

4. One or both people experience a feeling of burnout

Eventually, someone is going to feel the sensation of emotional burnout after being in a codependent relationship. The cyclical, repetitive taking and giving can only last so long. Particularly for the person in the giver role, the cycle can be exhausting, depleting a little bit more of their energy and happiness every time they engage until they get to the point that they have nothing left to give (to themself or their friend).

5. One or both people heavily rely and depend on the friendship

Being comfortable in a relationship is great, but when one or both of you become so dependent on the other person you can’t function alone any longer, it’s unhealthy. Though the roles are different, codependency can still have a dramatic impact on both the giver’s and the taker’s psyches.

6. Both people tend to be upset at the same time

It might sound a little strange, but it’s very common for people in codependent relationships to experience shared emotions. You may take on feelings of duress, stress, anger, or even happiness based on how your friend is feeling. Rather than having individual, personal reactions to situations or experiences, people in codependent friendships often find their mood is easily dictated by their friends’ moods.

7. Individual choices aren’t common

Not only do codependent friends tend to take on one another’s emotions, but they also might find it difficult to make their own choices when they’re together. Further, they might stifle their own needs and can even have a sense of guilt if they try to establish independence from their friend.

8. Opinions are streamlined

Just as it can be difficult to make individual decisions and choices in a codependent friendship, expressing opinions can be equally as hard. For people who have a codependent friend, it might feel easier to just go along with what the friend thinks or feels rather than risk any source of tension in the friendship by disagreeing or expressing individual opinions.

9. The relationship is draining on one or both people

A codependent friendship can be exhausting for both people involved. It can suck all the life out of you. These unhealthy relationships often leave little time to focus on anything other than that specific friendship. The relationship can become draining and taxing, both mentally and physically, resulting in a lack of energy and time to put into other aspects of life.

10. One person’s needs come first

This might be one of the most obvious signs of codependency in friendship. If one person is continuously putting the other’s needs before their own, there’s a good chance you’re dealing with a codependent friendship.

11. Jealousy is common

Jealousy is a common theme in a lot of codependent friendships. It makes sense that if someone is overly dependent on a friend, it can be difficult for them to accept that person bonding or becoming close with someone else outside the friendship.

12. The relationship has high expectations or obligations

The expectations placed on the giver in a codependent relationship can be daunting. The dysfunction in the friendship may result in one person being expected to sacrifice and give anything and everything to the person who fills the taker role.

13. There’s a high level of emotional need

Codependent friendships often involve incredible levels of emotional dependency between both people. Essentially, though it may not be obvious to those in the relationship, codependency generally involves two people using each other to get what they need emotionally.

14. One person is always giving, while the other is always taking

A hallmark sign of a codependent friendship is they’re strikingly one-sided. As we’ve seen through the roles that are played (we have a giver and a taker), codependency depends on that very thing — one person giving while the other takes. The roles may not ever be reversed, meaning whoever is the giver may rarely, if ever, get their own needs fulfilled in the relationship.

15. Outside friends are cut off

Codependent friendships rely on strict roles that are already being filled. The result can be a very closed-off circle of friends. Because the taker relies on sympathy and care they get, and the giver likely thrives on the power they feel as the caretaker, it’s unlikely that anyone else would be welcomed into the cycle.

16. The relationship feels scripted

The roles in a codependent relationship are stringent and unwavering. As a result, the friendship can start to feel like it’s scripted, playing out the same scenario with the same outcome day after day.

17. One person typically feels used

It’s very common for one person in a codependent friendship to feel used. Whether that’s you or the other party, the feeling can become exhausting.

18. One or both people is inauthentic in the relationship

Authenticity is important in any friendship, but in codependent relationships, one person often feels like they’re hiding or stifling their true self. By ignoring their authentic self, it can be easier to fill their role in the relationship without having to express opinions, feelings, or reactions to situations and events.

19. A distorted sense of reality is present

Because codependency perpetuates a cycle of unhealthy patterns, friendships can end up offering a distorted sense of reality. The giver can internalize a sense of self-importance and worth as they rescue the taker over and over. Likewise, the taker can fulfill their need to be wanted and taken care of.

20. One person in the relationship fills the “decision-making” role

Most takers in a codependent friendship rely heavily on the giver to make virtually all major decisions for them. It can be an incredible sense of stress and may weigh heavily on the giver, especially if things don’t pan out and the taker has someone to blame.

How to Overcome a Codependent Friendship

If you or someone you care about is in a codependent friendship, there’s good news. Regardless of who fills which role, you can learn how to stop being codependent in your friendship.

If your friend is codependent. If you realize that a friend is codependent on you, use the following coping strategies to alter the course of the friendship and develop healthy interactions.

Look back at the history of the friendship

Looking back at your own history can help you determine where in life you developed the need to be a fixer. This knowledge can be a game changer. Studies show that people who end up in adult codependent relationships often come from difficult family life. It’s not uncommon to have more than one codependent relationship, so taking the time to go through this process is likely to help you in numerous aspects of your life.

Put yourself first

It might feel unnatural initially, but learning to put yourself first is incredibly powerful. Setting healthy friendship boundaries and then reinforcing them means that you’ll begin to feel comfortable expressing your own needs, wants, and opinions.

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HI<33 can i pls get hcs/or scenarios for Law and zoro with a fem s/o that’s so pretty that the marines refuse to even chase her when they see her roaming around because they don’t want her to get thrown in jail or even executed

I’m feeling extra pretty today and I hope you’re feeling yourself as well, have a good day and thank you 💞💕💖

a/n - omg yes ofc :) and I’m so happy you feel that way! (I bet you're always pretty tho <3) I’m feeling alright today :D ty anon 💜💜✨ bad girls is such a good song 👌

Warnings ⚠️ - none, fem reader

live fast, die young <3

Law

- he KNOWS you’re drop dead gorgeous

- that’s why he gets so protective and jealous over you

- Worried someone’s just gonna snatch you

- You’re too pretty for this man 😭

- He wonders how you even fell for someone like him sometimes, he gets a bit self-conscious that he’s not good enough for you 🥺

- you have to remind him that he’s handsome too or else he’ll feel bad :’)

- out in public, he’s kind of prideful that you’re with him- like he makes it noticeable that you’re his

- When men stare at you (they all do 🙄) he puts his arm around your waist and stares down at them with his dark grey eyes

- Even marines refuse to capture you 🫡

- They all die over you like they’re a bunch of hungry animals

- If it makes you uncomfortable?

- Law won’t hesitate to “take them away” for you

- you don’t ever see those marines ever again 👍

- every man that sees you turns into a fucking Sanji 💀

- Be confident. You’re gorgeous <3

- Law might not say that you’re pretty all the time, but like- you make him so weak when he sees you

- even though you have been together for so long, he still gets flustered by your looks

- If you’re not confident, he’ll try his best to make sure you know you’re gorgeous

- but he doesn’t understand how tf you don’t think you’re pretty 🗿

- he kind of ends up saying, “is your vision bad…? Do you need glasses? Is your mirror broken?”

- and you’re like, “no..?”

- then he does a whole eye exam on you because he can’t understand why you don’t think you’re gorgeous af 🙄

- he’ll also get you a new mirror (it doesn’t rlly help anything but I mean it’s Law 🗿)

- I mean he doesn’t complain about marines not wanting to chase after you or capture you, but he HATES when other men look at you like that

- he gets super jealous >:3

- don’t tease him about it or else he’ll pout and ignore you for the rest of the day (embarrassed boy 💀)

Zoro

- this man is obsessed about you my god

- he thinks you’re the most gorgeous, amazing, talented, kind, best person he’s ever met

- lowkey possessive tho

- your beauty is only for him >:)

- when he catches people staring at you, he won’t hesitate to wrap his arm around you and start grabbing your ass 💀

- that usually scares them away

- but if they keep staring?

- haha swords + death glare

- Zoro always finds himself staring at you like the other men, but will get embarrassed if he makes eye-contact with you accidentally

- “No I wasn’t staring I was staring at the book behind you-“

- “Zoro there’s no book behind me.”

- “…. ._.”

- My man can’t believe that you’re actually real sometimes 🗿

- Like you’re too perfect in his eyes

- If you’re not confident about your looks? He’s just like

- “… There was literally a guy that turned into stone when he looked at you. Isn’t that proof enough?”

- “Zoro-“

- He will drag your ass over to Sanji who’s in the kitchen and just show your face to him

- “Y/N SWANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN-!”

- Sanji turned into fucking stone and died, chopper had to revive him 💀

- “Is that proof enough?”

- “Zoro…”

- you honestly wanted HIM to say you were gorgeous, but maybe that was asking too much of this boy

- When you two were alone after that, he quietly said to you, “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

- That made you feel better 👍

- Yes don’t worry Sanji’s still alive

- He thinks it’s great that the marines aren’t even trying to capture you, but then they all get mad at Zoro for being the one who gets to be with you

- they end up targeting him instead of Luffy 💀

- at least you’re safe 😭

a/n - bruh you readers are gonna seduce all of op💀 I felt prettier writing this :’)

#one piece #zoro one piece #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #law x reader #trafalgar d water law #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #law one piece

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soul lore in Buffy is finally beginning to make sense in my head (give me a break, I didn’t watch the show until COVID and didn’t start taking part in the fandom until at least a year after that). A lot of this is basic stuff the fandom’s been saying for years, this is just to help get my thoughts in order before I fall asleep and lose the train of thought.

There are a few important elements but I think the two biggest ways the lack of a soul influences a vampire is 1. No moral compass and 2. No empathy (as we see mostly with Spike but a few others as well, they can have sympathy but no empathy). I also don’t get the impression that soulless vampires are capable of true, selfless love. Again looking at Spike, whenever he loves someone pre-soul it always felt possessive or like he wanted to be possessed by someone. Sure, he sincerely wanted certain people he cared about to be happy, but he didn’t want them to be happy just for the simple sake of them being happy. At best he wanted them to be happy because being around them makes him happy and it’s his happiness that truly mattered to him. So if there ever came a time where the happiness of the person he cared about didn’t make him happy anymore, then he wouldn’t care about their happiness. This is mostly based on Spike because he’s the vampire we have the most opportunity to understand while he doesn’t have a soul. To me it seems that all soulless vampires could be placed on a scale from Spike, who possesses the most amount of sympathy and derives the greatest amount of happiness from the happiness of others, to Angellus who doesn’t have a single ounce of sympathy and actively takes joy out of the misery of others. Most seem to tend closer towards Angellus’ end of the scale and I wanted to explore that a bit.

Before I do that though there are some important things of a more physiological nature that would influence vampires both with and without a soul. The first is that I’ve always gotten the impression that a vampire’s primal, predator instincts are more heightened and animalistic than humans. The way I see it there are two main explanations for this: 1. Those instincts come from the demon that possesses the body or 2. Something about becoming a vampire allows them to access the human’s dormant predatory instincts. I’m no evolutionary scientist so I can’t say how likely that second one is, but no matter what it’d be far from the hardest thing this show asks the viewers to suspend their disbelief for. The other thing about vampire physiology has just little enough evidence to support it that I would probably have to classify it as a headcanon. I am convinced that human blood is an addictive substance to vampires based on how secretly being fed Connor’s blood influenced Angel.

With all that said, I’d like to take this opportunity to explore the after-life span of an average Joe vampire.

Imagine you wake up and it is dark, cold and suffocating. But none of that bothers you because more than anything you are hungry. No living being has her possessed this great hunger that you are experiencing right now. Not even being capable of conscious thought at this point, you start clawing. Eventually you dig your way up to the surface where you either have your sire waiting for you, holding in their arms the greatest smelling meal you’ve ever smelt in your whole life, a human, or no one and you need to find something to eat yourself. Even if you find a small animal to eat that’s not enough to satiate your all consuming hunger. No matter what you’re going to get your first taste of human blood as a vampire that night. And it is the greatest thing you have ever tasted. Sure, you had to kill someone to get it, but you don’t care. As you finished eating and stared at the corpse of a human being whose heart is no longer beating because of you, the closest you get to regret, shame, or guilt is the surprise that you don’t feel any of those things.

That was the best thing you’ve ever experienced but you still don’t have a particular desire to kill people. You might even avoid it for a bit in order to avoid attention or out of habit. But even if you actively don’t want to kill another human for whatever reason, you can’t get the taste of their blood off your tongue. The thought of human blood consumes you every waking moment of your life, which is quite a bit considering you don’t need to sleep anymore. But whether it be in a day or a week or a year, you will kill another human. This time you do care. Not that they’re dead, no. But in that moment as you took their life force and made it your own, you have never felt more powerful or in control (ironic considering vampires actually tend to lose control while drinking human blood). Even with all of this great supernatural power you’ve been gifted with, nothing is as powerful as taking a human life. And the blood itself. It feels almost like your rapidly fading memories of warm sunlight on your skin, gentle instead of burning. You’ve never been particularly power hungry before so even though that part might be cool, it doesn’t hold a candle to the sensation of drinking blood. Whatever hesitation you might have had towards killing humans is now gone. But that still doesn’t necessarily mean that you want to though.

You go and visit your loved ones from when you were alive, but when you get there all you can think is how weak you were. How dull the life of a mortal is. How nice the warmth of the sun was on your skin. How it felt to be loved. How it felt to be willing to give your own life and happiness for the sake of someone else’s. It fills you with rage, disgust, and even jealousy for your old self. You take your power back and get rid of any reminders of who you used to be.

Time goes on. Decades pass. You feed, you travel, and you learn. And you grow bored. What was once an exciting after life is nothing but pure drudgery. Even the taste of human blood is becoming common after so long of living off nothing but that. What hasn’t gotten old is the chase. The hunt. That power you once got a taste of but didn’t particularly care for at the time is the only thing that can make you feel anything. Humans are no longer tasty little juice boxes, they’re your play things. The adrenaline from the hunt turns your hunger for blood, into a hunger for power over people.

Eventually the chase grows stale. It’s just too easy. You try to spice it up by toying with humans. Making them scream or beg. But it’s still not enough. That’s when you hear about it. A hellmouth. A slayer. Both together in the same place. One of the greatest sources of power for a demon alongside with the greatest challenge any vampire could hope to face. It’s more powerful than any siren call, how could you possibly resist. Sunnydale is waiting for you.

You get there and between the influence of the hellmouth and the group think of a ridiculous amount of vampires and other demons, it feels as exhilarating as the dance floor of a crowded nightclub. Which is funny because the local nightclub is where you do most of your feeding.

You lead your latest victim out into the back alley, and start feeding. You are once again growing bored even on a hellmouth with the prospect of facing a slayer. It’s just too easy. These are your thoughts when you hear someone clear their throat. This surprises you enough to pull you away from your meal to see a small, blonde girl who’s dressed for a night of dancing. Dessert. Except something’s off. She tilts her head and outs on a mock pout as she asks if she could just get one night off. You don’t like her attitude, her face looking far too smug for your taste, and her blood is singing out to you like no blood has ever done before. You feel almost as hungry as the night you crawled out of your grave. Tossing aside the barely alive human you were just feeding on, you eagerly lunge at the small woman.

She punches you in the face. Hard. You fall to the ground and scramble back up as quickly as possible as you’re filled with a sudden certainty. “Slayer!” You snarl with equal parts shock, anticipation, and fear.

“Is that part of the vampire handbook or something? You guys really gotta get some new material.” She says in response.

How dare she? The insolence! You’ve drained the life out of hundreds of humans before her. You are immortal. Invincible. And she just dismisses you like you’re nothing? She will learn. You are the night, you are fueled by the life-force you’ve been draining out of humans for decades. You’ve seen things this little girl couldn’t think up in her worst nightmares. You have purged yourself of all weaknesses and now you will obtain the greatest power any vampire could ever hope to possess, the blood of a slayer.

You run for her, your claws reaching for her.

You are immediately impaled. As you crumble to dust you hear the last words you’ll ever hear: a half-hearted quip about you not being the dance partner she was hoping for tonight.

#long post #it went from being meta to being a fanfic partway through #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #Soul lore #angel btvs #spike btvs #angel the series #ats

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melloween-candie · 9 months

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You did it WRONG! [P.P]

Angry Peter x Reader

Imagine: Peter finding out you lost your V-card to one of the lost boys...

Warning! Sex, cussing, belittling, mentions of branding, potential kidnapping, mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 1,909

[LEMON!!18+++]

Once Upon A Time Masterlist

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Narrator's Pov***

Being on the verge of childhood and adulthood at the same time was no easy feat. Most of the teenage boys in Neverland were always horny, and most of the younger ones were always rowdy.

But what's worst was that you were stuck in the middle of it. You were a teenage girl who was stuck going into puberty for the rest of infinity. However, it wasn't all that bad.

As a 'child,' you tried your best to be a good girl. To avoid drugs and to keep yourself 'pure.'

But life wasn't easy for you, and you ended up here, in Neverland, when you hit the age of 16. So yeah, you hit a few bumps in the road, but today wasn't a day for gloomy memories.

***Y/n's Pov***

Today was a day to celebrate! A new arrival just came in! He was a tall, somewhat built teenage boy. Peter didn't intend to have this celebration, but everyone persisted. They all wanted a beach day since it was super hot out.

My first interaction with him was a little uncomfortable... I was barely wearing any clothes, and I wasn't really used to him. This could just be me being self-conscious, though; after all, when I got a closer look- I realized he was really cute-looking. I think Peter noticed...

Now, no one really said this party was for the new kid, but it made sense. He was amazing! He managed to pass all the tests Peter put him through. Peter, of course, wasn't really happy about that. He didn't really look forward to any of this.

Time Skip!~

I was the last one to arrive at the lagoon. I saw everyone having so much fun. Then I saw him. He told me his name was jack. (Not an actual character from the show. You can change his name if you want.)

Our eyes met, and something pulled me towards him. As I walked, a few groups of teenage boys started whistling and catcalling me. To most, it would have been annoying, but I liked the attention.

Before, back then, when I was still relatively new, I dated Peter. That's right, Peter Pan. When I did, no one dared catcall me, let alone flirted with me. Some were too scared to even talk to me. It was nice to feel respected, but it was also getting too annoying. Peter started getting too controlling, and he barely ever agrologic me or my needs.

So, getting this attention now felt great. One because of Peter's face and the way he reacts, and two because I finally feel pretty again.

Mind you, my body isn't perfect, and I'm sure I'd get self-conscious if a new girl were to arrive, but that'll never happen. Consider it low of me to think this way, but I was considered the hotshot here! A lot of people wanted a piece of me! How do I know? Because of Peter! The way his mood changes every time he hears someone talking about me... and the fact that the little ones can never hold a secret.

"Hey, Y/n. You're looking a little hot...." Jack smirked. "Wanna go for a swim?"

"Um. Sure." I already knew what he was planning on doing. It was obvious, but I played this innocently. I wanted to play it through. I mean, he's hot, and this is a party.

And I know it's horrible. I never wanted to lose it to anyone while I was still young. But I'm never gonna grow older, and Peter never wanted me... he was always too busy, so that's his loss.

Time Skip!~

We have been swimming in the water for a good while now, and one thing's for sure: he isn't shy at all. Those hands I feel roaming around my body are definitely not mermaids trying to drag me down. Trust me, I had enough experience from them...

"Mhm..." You groan. That wasn't a moan. He just squeezed my hips a little too hard. I looked at him in the eyes.

"You look thirsty~ Care for a drink?" He smirked.

"Um... Yeah. I'd loved one!" I gave him an eye-closed smile. Then he left. When he did, I saw someone through the corners of my eyes. It was Peter, I know it. He stood at a branch way up in the trees. Not a minute moment did he let me look at him. Clearly, he was watching me. I smirked.

Mind you, our breakup wasn't long ago... I swam towards the shore, sitting down on a beach lounge chair. Finally, Jack came back with the drinks. He handed me a cup. The liquid was purple. I could smell it, too... It was clearly spiked. He made a worried face when he saw me smell it, but I only smiled as I drank it all in one sip. He smiled.

But all I could focus on was Peter... He was up on a different tree. No one noticed him at all, but I did. I saw how his fists tightened as I walked with Jack.

"Hey, Jack. I have a great idea!" I said so eagerly. I grabbed his arm, pushing it in-between my breasts. He smirked.

"I think I have the same idea that you do~" Clearly, he was drunk. I don't think he knew that I wasn't a lightweight. But that doesn't matter.

I knew it was bad... but I had a plan. When I dated Peter, he'd always brush me off, but now, when I was up for grabs, he'd act like this?! Clearly, it was high time he saw the mistake he made for leaving me ignored all this time.

I walked towards the woods with Jack in my hands, and things got a whole lot of steamers. The best part was Peter watched it all! I don't even think he blinked!

Though, it wasn't what I expected... it hurt like he*l, and Jack was too drunk to stop for me. He cum, and I had to fake it. Mainly because I wanted this to end... I only did this to fuc* with Peter. I wanted to show him that he would never be able to be my first ever again... And I know how important it is for him to be first every single time.

Though, he did something I never expected...

***Peter's Pov***

So, she thinks she can play mind games with me...?! That little slut. I allowed them to finish. I waited patiently... though she didn't make it easy. Her moans were so god dame loud that it was clearly fake. What's worse was the guy was completely clueless about all of this.

However, that doesn't mean he isn't a part of it... I intend to make them BOTH suffer!

Time skip!~

Finally, that shi* head left...

"Wait!" Y/n called out of nowhere... What is she up to now... "Don't you..." She wiggled her naked body, tempting me... "Want to go again?" She smirked. She was looking directly at me, but that lowly dim whit never realized I was standing right behind him, up on a tree branch. So, in the end, he thought she was looking at him. He dropped his clothes once again, smirking as he turned around. He started walking towards her.

I could have killed him right then and there. All because he turned around... I couldn't let it happen again. I jumped down in between them. He was clearly off guard. That smirk vanished now. I only blinked at him. Staring him down, he was clearly uncomfortable. He tried covering himself up pathetically. I only turned around- I'll deal with him later.

As he ran, I gave Y/n a death glare, and she knew what was coming to her. She wasn't acting all high and mighty now... I walked closer to her as she backed up against a tree. I watched as her virgin blood dripped down her legs. My breath became heavy, and she clearly noticed... my little friend was poking out.

"This is what you wanted right- Y/n?" Her knees quivered as if she couldn't keep herself up any longer. She didn't even bother apologizing.

My face was inches away from her now. I'm sure she sees the red in my eyes. I towered over her, my arms caging her in. My eyes didn't move away from hers as I said- "Do I need to brand you? Just so you'll understand... That you'll never belong to anyone else but me."

The birds rustled the trees as the wind howled. It was getting late, but I didn't care. She needs to be reminded that she isn't human. That- all she is is my toy, and that I get to choose whether I want to play with her or not.

I bite her neck hard, causing her to squeal. I squeezed my teeth into her skin, that I felt blood... her blood- touching my chin. While that happened, I pulled my pants down.

I saw that she had her eyes closed the entire time. I grabbed onto her throat, squeezing it tightly. I wanted to make sure she looked at me the way I looked at her while she was getting fuc*ed. I could tell she was scared. She kept her hands close to herself, and her eyes started watering. It was probably because she couldn't breathe. I giggled. I had a big smile on my face as I shoved my di*k into her tight pus*y.

"Ackk!" She yelped in pain as her back arched.

"Tch. Tell me why I should have craved this again?" I smiled. To her, I probably looked so evil as I thrust myself into her. "After all, this was your plan, right? To make me regret not wanting you the way you wanted me. To make me jealous, to make me beg for you!?"

She didn't say anything but moans and groans. The only answer I liked. Our s*x was so messy. Clearly, the other guy didn't pop her cherry fully because more blood kept coming.

"Now, if you're going to fu*k someone... at least make sure they do it right!" I said with a massive thrust, causing her to moan my name. At this point, saliva was dripping down her mouth. It was a huge turn-on. I connected my lip with hers as I kept pounding her into this tree. When I left her lips, a string of saliva connected us. As I felt her blood dripping down my legs... "God, this felt so good," I muttered through gritted teeth. As I listened to her moans and our skin slapping each other... I almost came... however, I realized something.

"Look at that- you got your nasty blood on my shoes!" I slapped her hard. Her cheek turned so red I couldn't help but laugh as I continued fuc*ing her throughout the night.

BONUS

The Next Day

***Felix's Pov***

"Jack!?" I was knocking at Jack's door, trying to wake him up so I could show him how to do all the chores...

Screw this. I bust open the door out of frustration. "JACK!" I yelled, but he wasn't even here... weird. Where could he have gone? I mean, he doesn't even know Neverland, so why would he just flat-out leave.

I rolled my eyes... why do I have a feeling that Peter's behind this...?

#once upon a time #once upon a time peter pan #once upon a time fanfiction #ouat peter pan x reader #peter pan x reader #lemon #ouat fandom #ouat felix

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ppawmpkin · 1 year

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The Test Of Time

Shuri Udaku x Black Fem Reader

Summary: Angst. This is my first time writing it so yea.

(Not Proofread so there might be spelling & grammatical errors aswell)

Translation: okuswiti kwam, my sweet

“Our friendship has reached its end.”

You tried your best to grasp the meaning of her words, slipping through your fingers as sand would, quickly, almost instantly as they left her lips. The meaning was patent, direct enough to give you closure, but blatant enough to shred the interior of your heart in pieces. You looked in her deep umber eyes, something you always did, searching for the warmth and the utter adoration she always held within them, especially for the likes of you.

Yet, this time when you searched for that familiar warmness that would cradle you when you locked your eyes with her, you found not a trace. Instead, it had been replaced by apathy, a hallow shell of a person who you held so dear to your heart, the only woman who you cherished had no remorse for breaking your heart.

This was your fault. Your conscious would never let you escape that fact, how miserable were you? You pushed her here, you couldn’t even fake a smile for her achieving her happiness with someone that wasn’t you, instead you had let your own foolish envy come in between what you both had built for so long. She didn’t know that she carried your heart in her hands, nor did she know that your love for her ran deeper than just the one of a best friend.

You had made her feel suffocated, made her the keeper of your own happiness and for that, those golden moments she used to spend with you had turned into something she dreaded. She had found irony in that, the person who made her feel the most freedom in her life had turned into something the complete opposite, a person who had used their own inner struggles as a way to control her, taking advantage of her oh-so-kind heart.

“We can’t work this out?” You spoke, feeling the tears escape from your waterline, a ticklish sensation on your cheeks as they rolled down, staining the dark red sweatshirt you had on. She shook her head slightly, her loose curls bouncing with the movement. “I’ve tried, (name). I’ve tried to work with you on this, I’ve given you chance after chance to better yourself for the sake of us but, you didn’t. It’s like when I told you that I finally had someone, other than you, that made me happy, you made it your job to make my life a living hell.” She said, the stoic look on her face contradicted the raw emotion in her words, and with that you found yourself breaking even more.

Shuri could feel her composure running soft, watching as the dim light highlighted the unrest on your features. The tears that flooded down your hickory skin only tugged at her more, she could no longer look at you, only continue with her sentiments and draw her eyes to the plain ceiling. “I’m sorry, okuswiti kwam but, I fear that our friendship had reached it’s time.” She said, her voice more gentle this time, her voice reached around like a comforting hand on your back and although she hadn’t physically touched you, you could feel the closure that she was trying to give you with the gravity of her words.

That settled with you, because you had no choice but to free her from the shackles of your heart. You breathed deeply, breathing in what would be the last of you and her for forever. You wanted to savor this, but to do that you would have to speak your truths, for it would not be right for you both to part without you doing so, the heavy burdening on your heart wouldn’t slack unless you told her everything, unless you told her for the last time, that you loved her.

“I have no valid excuse for my actions, I acted out of jealously and fear of losing the only person who understood me.” You said, deep breathes came in the interlude of every word, pausing in order to regain yourself. She remained silent but, you took her silence as an expression to continue with your thoughtless confession.

“I was losing you, Shuri. I got so used to it being just us, that when she came into your picture, I felt betrayed. To think that she was putting those same smiles on your face, that she was getting those same laughs from you, that she was getting to see the more of you than I did, it hurt me. So, I reacted emotionally, rather than just being woman enough to tell you how I felt for you, I treated you horribly for the mere fact that you achieved paradise with someone and that it wasn’t me.” You said, the thick tension in the air growing between you both, she had to wait, while her brain lapped circles around her to process what your words truly signified.

She figured that you had these feelings for her, just something in the way you looked at her, your looks held more meaning than you would give those of a friend, but to hear the confirmation, that’s what left her shocked. She noticed how her lengthy silence could be taken as disapproval, but she couldn’t bring words to her lips if she tried. Her eyes stung with tears, face flushed hot while her nails dug into the skin of her soft palms.

“I understand, that you have a girlfriend and it is more than disrespectful for me to confess this at this time but, I could not have forgiven myself if I let you walk away without knowing that, that I love you.” You said, inching your body closer to hers so she couldn’t ignore you, so that she could see the truth that lay behind your deep almond colored irises. Pure heat flooded her veins, striking through her with a viciousness that was unlike any other, she couldn’t explain the feeling, but something about hearing those words made her feel lighter, taking her and lifting her straight from the ground she stood, but at the same time, it made her heart speed, banging so violently it felt as if it would burst out of the confinement of her chest.

She could not deny, that she had, what she deemed as unnatural feelings towards you but, she never acknowledged them, she had learned to hide those feelings within a crevice in her heart, storing them so deeply that the strange sensations she felt in your presence would be dulled, forgotten and only would she remind herself of them when she was alone at night, under the blanket of stars and infinite darkness, mind off in an infinity of what could be between you both.

She allowed her tears to fully fall, staring in the abyss of your eyes while she realized that, she could no longer escape the inevitable truth, the one that she had hid from herself for so long, she loved you, she loved you so much. She couldn’t find the words on her tongue, but, the blood rushing through her veins made her convey her message with something far more profound.

She found her own body acting on it’s on, pressed so close against you that her own warmth enveloped you tight, the embrace was gentle, filled with so much gentleness that even you were fooled of your weakness, with how she held you, as if you were so fragile, so delicate that if she were to you even slightly touch you, you would crumble right before her.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around her neck. She hummed lightly, drawing a fingertip to your chin, as she nodded at your apology, showing her acceptance. “I don’t care about that, anymore.” She spoke to you, hands playing with your tight curls as you both embraced in what could be the end of you both. She didn’t know what to do, but, in your presence she could not bring herself to think of the troubles that came with the love that had blossomed between to you of you, only the warmth in her stomach that she felt when she accepted it, when she opened her heart to it.

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Although, she didn’t want to part from you, that seemed best for you both. Space. Space was what you both needed, a time to flourish without the company of the other. You would have to work towards yourself, cutting the toxicity that you brought to yourself and others, allowing yourself to truly love beyond bounds, with no envy nor any fear and she, she would have learn to understand love and what her being in love truly meant for her.

Hopefully one day, you both would draw towards eachother and appear before one another as new women, fully molded and most importantly, ready to love.

A/N: Apologies for the choppy ending, I wanted to post something as it feels like I haven’t in ages. Hope you enjoyed me trying something new with my wife Shuri!!! 🫶🏾💗

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mrsweasley23 · 1 year

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Steve the Voyeur - The Switch (Part 12 - The End!) NSFW

Full fic available on ao3

Part 11 Part 10 Part 9 Part 8 Part 7 Part 6 Part 5 Part 4 Part 3 Part 2 Part 1

After filming himself for the first time, Steve realised how much he loved it. The intensity of every moment and movement heightened knowing that he and Eddie would be able to watch it back later. It made Steve deliriously happy that he could see the exact expression on Eddie's face as he fucked hard into his ass from behind, that he could watch Eddie's thick cock disappear into him over and over again, see the indention his fingers made into Steve's cheeks, that he could enjoy the very moment Eddie tipped over the precipice, hands gripping, head back, wet lips parted.

And Eddie LOVED to film him. After 'the dildo incident', as it came to be known, Steve wasn't given free reign over Eddie's toys without his supervision but that was more than okay with Steve, who enjoyed being bossed around and instructed, completely at Eddie's mercy. Take that one, Stevie. Fuck it in. Deeper. Harder. That's it. Good boy. Every instruction designed to make Steve feel good, as if Eddie's sole intention in life was now his pleasure. Sure, Eddie teased him, edged him, denied him until Steve was begging, sometimes to the point of tears but it was always in the pursuit of something good. Something fucking amazing, something other-fucking-worldly.

The first time they'd fucked on camera, they'd set it up from afar, let it capture the whole scene, from Eddie eating him out - and holy shit, wasn't that a revelation - working him open, then fucking him deep until Steve was a whimpering mess. The audio was just as hot to relive as the visuals Steve used to be conscious of the noises Eddie dragged out of him, but once he realised the reaction they got from Eddie, he let everything out, every moan, groan, growl, whimper and scream. And Eddie learned to read each noise, respond to each one, tuning in more and more to exactly to what his boyfriend wanted and needed and Steve was powerless to resist.

In typical Eddie fashion, he rarely stopped talking, especially when he knew he was on camera, but fuck, if it it didn't drive Steve insane. "Want everyone to see me fuck you like this? See how well you take it. Like you were made to take cock". Yes, yes, yes. In those moments, Steve absolutely would let anyone watch, share in the pleasure, marvel in what Eddie did to him. "Imagine someone jerking off over you getting fucked, Stevie. You like that?" So fucking much. The thought of Eddie getting himself off to them was delightful, the thought that even when he wasn't there he could make Eddie feel good. But, the idea of someone else, someone watching how Eddie made him come undone and wanting him, wanting to be him, cumming to them, that fucked Steve up. Made him feel like he was desirable, special, exactly what someone wanted or needed.

The next time they fucked, Eddie kept the phone with him, so he could get shots of Steve's ass up close, capture the wet slide in, the delicious stretch around his cock, Steve's needy and desperate pushes back. He'd made Steve turn his head over his shoulder, show how wrecked he looked as Eddie drove deeper, captured the twisting shape of his mouth, the flush on his cheeks, the pure desperation in his eyes. "You okay there pretty boy?" A moan in response, words were not really possible for Steve in moments like these. Steve could not get enough of seeing his.own ass full of Eddie. It was one thing feeling his cum fill him up, feeling the telltale throbs, clenching in response. But seeing it work it's way out, seeing Eddie stuff it back in with his quick fingers, seeing himself marked, taken, bred...fuck, it took everything to another level.

Then there were the photos. Snapshots of pure pleasure, graphic, messy. Swollen cocks, Steve's asshole, red and dripping with Eddie's cum, sometimes stretched around his cock, or a toy, faces full of lust, mouths stuffed full, covered in cum. He loved to see himself through Eddies's eyes. He saw the pleasure Eddie gave him etched across his face, evident in the way he held his body, how he saw his body respond without even realising. He looked at the photos and he FELT it, every stroke, every stretch, every thrust, the hot rush. They left him aching, a vicious cycle of want and sex, chasing pleasures he had no idea existed before. The photos were beautiful. THEY were fucking beautiful. Everything they did, fucking disgustingly beautiful.

How he was managing to navigate normal life, when in all honesty, all he wanted to do was be naked with Eddie or look at Eddie naked, was quite the miracle. And Eddie did not make it easy for him. Ever the tease, dropping hints, sending photos, bringing Steve to the brink before fucking off to work for the day. If Steve didn't love him so much, he'd fucking hate him. Not that he would ever dare say those four letters to Eddie. This wasn't that. Eddie didn't want that. It was glorious and hot and had utterly transformed Steve's life, but when it came down to it, they were just two guys who had really great sex, right? Right.

Case and point.

Eds: Hope you've been holding up your end of the bargain?

Stevie: Haven't broken out the contraband if that's what you mean. Supposed to be working on this stupid fucking essay. Hard when you left me hanging

Eds: Promise it'll be worth the wait

Always is x, he types, like the fucking sap he is. Then he deletes it. Time to be a brat.

Stevie: Better be

Eds: Haven't disappointed you yet

Stevie: First time for everything

Eds: The only way you'll be disappointed is if I refuse to fuck you at all

Stevie: Well then, maybe I'd have to fuck you

Eds is typing...

Shit. They'd danced around the idea of Steve topping but neither of them had said they wanted to do it. The truth was, Steve was dying to get inside Eddie. He'd watched Eddie fuck himself enough to know he loved the feeling, to know he wanted to be the one making his boyfriend beg for more, the one to fill him up. But maybe Eddie didn't want...

Eds: First time for everything

Oh. Had he never...? Unless he meant just with him?

Stevie: Promise it'll be worth the wait

Eds: I have no doubt about that, baby

Stevie: Want to make you feel so good. Like you do for me.

Eds: You always make me feel good

A picture of Eddie's cum covered cock appears, Steve's fingers wrapped around it.

Eds: See

Stevie: Wanna make you feel good with my cock

Eds: I do like your cock...

Oh my god. This might actually happen. The thought was enough to have Steve hard, he teased himself a little and took a picture.

Well, Eddie was just asking for that.

Stevie: All yours

Eds: Let's see how long you last before you're begging for me to fill you up

Stevie: Maybe you'll be just as much of a slut for my cock as I am for yours...

Eds: Would you like that? Me begging you to fuck me, begging you to fill me up, being a needy little bitch?

Stevie: Maybe. I just want to make you feel how I do. You should get that too

Eds: Like fucking you doesn't feel like heaven on Earth as it is...

Stevie: Believe me, I know how much you like my ass, I've seen your face when you're inside me. But I've also watched you fuck yourself solo, over and over. You like it too

Eds: Are we really doing this?

Stevie: Do I need to beg?

Eds: You know I'd never say no to a little gentle persuasion from you s weetheart

Steve switched his phone to selfie mode, checked his hair was looking suitably messed up - just how Eddie liked it - and licked his lips, leaving them a little glossy. Not quite lip gloss, but it was something. Then he hit record.

"I'm here all hard and alone, thinking about you".

He tipped the camera down to show as he gently palmed the bulge in his sweatpants before sweeping back to his face.

"All I can think about is pushing you down on this bed and getting my fingers inside you. I bet you'll take me so well. I want to fuck you so badly, Eds. I want to be inside you. I want to hear you scream from my cock. You know how needy I get. I need this Eddie. I need you so much. I want to show you how much I..." he paused and swallowed."...want you". Don't fucking ruin the moment with your stupid feelings, Steve. Hopefully his eyes didn't give him away. "Will you let me? Please".

He hit send.

Oh god. Now he'd said it out loud, it hit Steve how much he wanted this. How much he wanted to make Eddie his, as much as Eddie had with him. He had given Eddie so many of his firsts, he wanted this one.

Eds: If you're not begging for my cock, you're begging for my ass. Sure know how to make a guy feel wanted.

Stevie: That a yes?

No reply. Fucking tease. He was going to get to fuck Eddie. Holy fuck. Holy. Fuck. I can do this right?!

Eds: What do you think?

A clip. One Steve hadn't seen. Eddie had a dildo suctioned onto the headboard of his bed, and was pushing his ass back into it. He was naked, on all fours, his thick hair hanging down over his face as he fucked back and forth. "Fuck. Stevie. That's it. Right there". A rumbling growl before it cut off.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can't wait to hear the fucking filth he comes out with while I'm fucking him for real.

Stevie: I think you're going to be the biggest cock slut of all

Eds: We both know you wear that crown with pride. I'd never take that away from you

Stevie: We'll see...

Eds: Watch your mouth brat or I might change my mind

Stevie: I can always beg some more...

Stevie: get on my knees

Stevie: show you what my mouth is good for

Eds: Don't worry darling. You can suck my cock all you want later. Know you'll need at least one of your holes filling. But for now forget all that and DO YOUR GODDAMM ESSAY

Stevie: That's hardly likely now

Eds: You have the ultimate incentive. 2000 words done or I'm putting my chastity pants on

Stevie: You wouldn't...

Eds: You're right. I wouldn't. Why would I deprive myself because you didn't do the work? 2000 words done or I fuck myself in front of you

He resent the clip of him fucking the dildo attached to the bed.

Eds: Just. Like. This

Stevie: You little shit

Eds: You can thank me later 😉 now get the fuck on with it

Steve sighed. Sitting down and writing about how to promote the healing of stubborn tendon injuries literally made him want to cry. Writing didn't come easily to Steve, especially when the subject was so fucking dry. There was nothing he wanted to do less right now and Eddie knew that. But how the fuck did he know Steve so well already to know the only thing that would get him to focus was him? There was nothing Steve wouldn't do to get closer to Eddie, nevermind the prize on offer tonight. Right, first coffee, then let's fucking nail this down.

***

Five hours, three coffees, two candy bars and one emotional meltdown later, Steve sank into a hot bath, cold beer in hand and 2754 words under his belt. Eddie needed to bribe him into working more often. He closed his eyes, sipping the beer slowly as he imagined what Eddie might say when he got home. You did so well, baby. I'm proud of you. Such a good boy. Fuck, he hoped so. He was getting hard just imagining Eddie showering him in praise. Why am I such a fucking weirdo?

He didn't have to wait long before he heard the telltale click of the front door and Eddie's heavy footsteps as he called out "Hey baby. You still working?"

"I'm in the bath"

"Please tell me my plan worked and that you're not currently drowning yourself in sorrow?"

"2754 words Eds! And it's actually pretty decent"

"That's ma' boy" Eddie grinned as he swaggered into the bathroom. "Knew you could do it"

Steve flushed. "Glad one of us did"

"Happy to be your cheerleader" Eddie smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Do many cheerleaders threaten to withhold sexual favours from the team if they don't win?"

"An underused but clearly very effective method"

Eddie yanked his shirt over his head and unbuckled his jeans, kicking them off into the corner along with his underwear. He was all lithe lines and tattoos, exquisite, perfect. Steve honestly thought he was going to have a panic attack the first time he saw Eddie's V line, like a goddam arrow guiding Steve in the direction of his cock.

"Shuffle up" Eddie smirked, hands pressed gently on his boyfriend's back. Steve slid forward, allowing Eddie to step into the bath before resting back between his slender legs. "Thanks for making me do it" he murmured, his fingers running idly across Eddie's knees.

"You like it when I make you do things?" Eddie purred in his ear.

Steve nodded against his chest. "Yeah"

"Why's that?" he challenged

"You always know exactly what I need. I want to be good for you. Want to show you I can be a good boy"

Eddie growled. "You're the best boy, Stevie". His lips brushed lightly against the back of his neck. "You'll do anything I ask"

"Anything for you"

"Such a good boy".

A choked groan escaped Steve's lips before he could stop it. "Say it again".

"Such a good boy for me. So proud of you".

Fuck. He was hard, so hard it was fucking painful. He could feel Eddie getting hard against his back but he resisted the urge to grind back into it.

"Although", Eddie contemplated, his tone light and playful, "does doing something only because you're so desperate to fuck me sound like something a good boy would do?"

His lips were dancing over Steve's neck and ears now, his hands running up and down his sides.

"That sounds like something a bad boy would do, Stevie. Are you a bad boy?"

"Not bad. Just want you so much. Want to show you how much"

"Not a bad boy then. Just needy"

A mumble of agreement from Steve. "So needy"

He wrapped his hand around Steve's throbbing cock under the water. "Want me so bad?"

Steve writhed under his touch. "Would do anything"

"Can't wait to get your cock inside me? Fuck me like one of your girls? Make me all wet for you?"

Please. Please. Please.

"Uh huh".

"Do you know I listened to you fuck one of your girls?"

Girls seemed like a distant memory to Steve. Another life; now a wholly unfamiliar desire. Sex before he knew what sex could be.

"Ages ago. Christmas time maybe?" Eddie pondered. "I listened to you fuck her whilst I fucked myself. 'Oh Steve! Steve!'", high pitched and mocking. "She seemed to enjoy it..."

He remembered the girl. Emily. Cute enough. Visiting her friends for the weekend. A safe bet. No ties. No expectations. She definitely DID enjoy it.

"Did you like it? Listening?" Steve asked, thinking about how hot he'd gotten hearing Eddie fuck those guys.

"Fucking hated it. Didn't want anyone's hands on you but mine" Eddie spat out with a sneer.

Fuck. Eddie did truly want him as HIS.

"Wanted it to be me"

"I wish I'd known"

Fuck. It felt safe to be so honest when Eddie was behind him, shy eyes not needing to avoid one and another for fear of giving too much away. There was still so much he wanted to say but wouldn't. Couldn't. I fucking love you. Take all I have. Love me. Own me.

"It's always going to be you now" he whispered quietly, then, feeling the weight in the air between them, laughed, "You've fucking ruined me for anyone else".

"Damn fucking right. No going back now. Might as well tattoo Property of E. MUNSON' across your back".

"I could go for that"

"Oh, hell no. Couldn't taint this" he hummed against Steve's neck, his fingers trailing down his back. "You're a fucking work of art"

Steve shivered under his touch.

"Although...". There was mischief in his tone. "I know just how to show everyone you're mine... " he continued, before sucking a deep purple bruise just below his ear. Steve moaned at the sensation and tipped his head back, exposing the long stretch of his throat as Eddie decorated his skin, a sea of grey and purple, circles and crescents, adding to the smattering of moles.

He could feel Eddie's cock nudging insistently against his back.

"Let's finish up. I can't reach all the parts of you I want to mark up while we're in here. Give me a few minutes yeah?"

Steve reluctantly stood up, bereft from leaving the comforting combination of the hot water and Eddie's body. He bent down for a kiss, tongue licking into Eddie's mouth as their lips pressed messily together. His cock was throbbing, ready.

He wrapped a towel around his body, cock not easily disguised, and left one next to the bath.

"Don't be long"

"Absolutely. You 100% cannot be trusted to be alone when you're this horny"

"No touching?"

"No touching"

Steve huffed then flushed as Eddie read his mind, "And no rubbing your cock against the bed like a needy little slut".

"Fiiiiiiiine"

He dropped the towel as he walked out the bathroom, wiggling his ass at Eddie with a smile.

"You're a menace"

"If you say so..."

Steve went into his room and flicked on the lamp, before flopping back on the bed, hands out of harms way, pressed behind his head.

The weight of the moment felt huge. It had always been Eddie's game, his rules, and those rules served Steve so well but they both knew who was in charge. Steve felt giddy at the prospect of seeing Eddie relinquish control, desperate to see him fall apart on his cock. Maybe he'll even beg? Oh, fuck, please.

Steve was playing through scenarios in his head when Eddie walked in. He straddled Steve, kissing him deeply and grinding their cocks together, both deliriously hard.

He dragged his lips across Steve's chest, leaving the promised trail of destruction. Eddie's proof of ownership. Mine. "I'll have to get a picture of you like this. No one in any fucking doubt who you belong to".

"Show them your cock in my ass, then they'd really see. Show them my face when you fuck me. No fucking doubt I'm yours. No one else could fuck me the way you do"

"Oh, you'd fucking love that. Fucking you in front of everyone. Let them see you're mine"

"I'd let them hear how you make me scream"

Oh fuck. Eddie was right. He was absolutely aching to have Eddie inside him, always so desperate to get fucked.

As Eddie inched closer to his leaking dick, biting and sucking on the hard flesh of his inner high, Steve pulled his legs up and away, rolling off the side of the bed.

"Hey! I wasn't finished"

"Need to stop. Wanted to try something" Steve explained, stepping behind Eddie's ass.

"Oh yeah? Getting a bit too cock hungry...? Quelle fucking surprise!"

"Maybe a little. But... well, you asked if I wanted to fuck you like one of my girls. Make you wet. Well, if you were, 'one of my girls', I'd start by eating you out"

"This isn't a sweet pussy, Stevie" Eddie chuckled, pulling his cheeks apart and circling his rim with his middle finger.

"But you don't have a pussy. This is how I'm gonna fuck you and I want to taste every part of you". He sucked two fingers into his mouth then slid them down Eddie's crack to his perenium before pressing firmly. "Please?"

"Steve Harrington is begging to eat my ass. I have literally ascended. There is no way this is real"

Steve smirked but didn't move. "So, can I?"

Eddie hauled himself further up the bed, onto his hands and knees.

"Whatever the slut wants, the slut gets. Can never say no to you, pretty boy"

Steve grinned. He was fucking good with his tongue and he knew it. Back in high school, he spent many hours with his face buried under cheer skirts. Licking, sucking, finger fucking, and, holy shit, did practice make perfect. He could pretty much get a girl from zero to cumming on his tongue in a matter of minutes. Here was his time to shine.

He started tentative, teasing, little flicks of the tongue, circling the rim, gentle kisses. Eddie's ass wiggled in response, flinches, gasps, breathy. Then things got more messy, wetter, pressing the flat of his tongue against Eddie's taint, he dragged it all the way up, beginning to tease the tip of his tongue inside Eddie, probing gently. His hands were digging firmly into Eddie's cheeks, dragging them apart as he tried to capture every inch.

"Fuck, Stevie. I'm fucking dripping on the bed"

Well, if that wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever heard? "Want me try try and get you to come just from my tongue in your ass"

Eddie groaned. "Yes, yes, absolutely, yes. But not now. Another time. I need you to fuck me baby. Can you do that for me, baby boy?

"Now, who is needy?"

"You like it?"

Steve swept away the precum beading on his swollen tip and reached his fingers around to push into Eddie's mouth, at the same moment that he pushed his tongue a little further into Eddie.

"Jesus Fucking Christ, Stevie"

As much as he wanted to drive his tongue deeper, he shared Eddie's desperation to fuck him, so he dialled it back, kisses, licks, the occasional suck, as he began to slide his lubed finger into Eddie, who's face was now smashed against the bed, fists grasping the duvet as his ass raised skywards.

"Another, " Eddie grunted and barely flinched when the second digit slipped in. One hand pushing deep into Eddie and the other absentmindedly stroking little circles against his hip.

"More". His voice was dripping with desparation, pushing himself back against Steve's fingers, chasing more. A third finger. Deeper. Pressing ever so gently into his walls, quirking, twisting, opening him up. Steve's second hand snaked around the front, ghosting across Eddie's swollen cock, rewarded with a choked groan.

"Baby. Fuck me. You need to get your cock in me right now or I swear to fucking God, I'm gonna..."

Steve grasped Eddie's slender hips tight and pulled him back, straight onto his cock. A sensation he had imagined but was wholly unprepared for. "Holy fuck, Eddie. You're so fucking tight. This is.. How... Fuck". Deeper. Fingers digging into hips. Deeper still. It was unbearable, it was everything. He was buried to the hilt in Eddie, closer than he ever thought possible for two people to be and Eddie was gently rocking his ass back and forth. "That's it, baby".

"I thought I was fucking you"

Eddie laughed. "I can use you like a toy if you want?"

"No". Steve pushed the small of Eddie's back down, until his whole body was pressed into the bed, face down, ass up, stuffed full of him. Steve lay on top of Eddie, skin to skin, every part touching, bodies slick with sweat, licking, biting, kissing. Eddie tried to lift his hips off the bed, pushing back onto Steve's cock and it was met by an unforgiving thrust, driving him back down. Steve fucked into him slow and deep, allowing Eddie the tilt of the hips that meant he was able to hit that sweet spot. Over and over. Little whispers. So good. You're so beautiful. Perfect. Want you.

Eddie grabbed his hand and sucked Steve's fingers into his mouth, eyes practically rolling back, incoherent.

"feelsogood...sofuckinggood....msoclose"

Steve's mouth was on his shoulder, his neck, whispering into his ear. Legs entwined, a tangle of bodies, joined in heat. "Think you can come like this?"

A grunt Steve took to mean yes. Steve pressed one arm against the bed, bracing himself so he could fuck faster, deeper. "fillmeup... Wannafeelit", Eddie was practically begging. Steve grabbed Eddie's hair and twisted his face round to kiss him, wet, wild, messy. Eyes closed, drifting. He wanted to kiss him through it, capture Eddie's moans in his mouth as he came undone.

"Gonna come", Steve exhaled, fucking relentlessly through his orgasm, spilling deep into Eddie, their mouths, bodies, inseperable, hands now intertwined. The hot sensation, the continued pulse of Steve inside him, the overwhelming closeness between them, sent Eddie hurtling towards his own end, spilling onto the bed beneath him. "I'm... Fuck.... baby". Steve kissed him hungrily as he sank into the moment, cock throbbing, ass clenching, heart pounding in his ears.

Neither of them moved an inch for a long while, sinking into the moment, sticky with sweat and cum, bodies melded. "I never wanted to do this with anyone before you", Eddie breathed, cloaked in post orgasmic bliss, guard down, heart and mouth wide open.

"Thank you for trusting me" Steve whispered. "Glad it was me".

"Loved you inside me". That got a twitch from Steve's cock, still joined with Eddie. "Loved you on me. Made me feel so wanted, Stevie".

Steve whimpered. "You are. Always"

"Made me feel loved", Eddie ventured, a hint of hesitancy shaking in his voice.

Fuck it. "You are. Always"

Eddie wriggled out from under Steve, flipping them both into their sides with a little possessive growl, mouth touching, cocks touching, a wanting kiss, needy, eager, pouring into one and other everything they desperately wanted to say. I love you. I love you. Nobody else but you. Want you forever. Just us.

"Give me a second" Eddie said pulling away as he reached over to grab his phone from the bedside table. "I want a picture of us like this. Want to remember the moment we stopped pretending we weren't hideously in love with one another". He caught the perfect shot, as a huge grin cracked across Steve's face, pure sunshine, wrapped up together, happy, loved, complete.

**** And that's a wrap! Hope you've enjoyed reading along :)

#steddie fic #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #voyerurism #aware of his bisexuality steve au #steveddie #eddie bottoms #it's all over #steddie smut #steve harrington x eddie munson #sure I'll fall back into this au

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my-mt-heart · 9 months

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Excerpt from Stick Figures 🧼

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Daryl follows her wordlessly into the bathroom and they both just drop their gunky clothes on the floor where they stand before Carol leads the way into the shower. The water's hot and the steam rises quickly, fogging the glass. For a beat, they just look at each other, but then she moves into his arms and they stand, quiet, wrapped up together under the spray. It's been one hell of a shitty day.

Daryl's arms tighten around her when he feels tears threatening. "She had kids," he says. "April."

It weighs heavy and he knows he has to go back to the station after getting cleaned up. Face Sebastian and not maim him, because Daryl needs to keep coming back to the kids, to Carol.

"I know," her voice is a murmur against his jaw. "I took a stack of the money." She pushes some of the wet strands of hair off his face, "I'll make sure her children get it."

He nods, "A'ight." She's always ahead of the game, so it's not like Daryl's surprised. "Thanks for rescuing my ass."

"Any time, Pookie."

It chokes him up. April didn't have that. Someone. She got stuck in that house with all those people who turned into walkers because she didn't have a someone who'd come looking for her when she was late, when she wasn't where she was supposed to be. They would've gotten out eventually, him and Rosita, because it's what they do, but there has been countless of moments when he would've been lost, his life forfeit, if not for Carol.

"I'm sorry I said dumb shit to ya in the cabin. Ain't yer fault what people do."

Her lip wobbles and he's transfixed. He wants to get this right, this time. Now that he's conscious. Wants to take away her pain the way she's trying to comfort him after what just happened. How she's always there, ready to soothe him.

Before the turn, before Carol, he hadn't thought he was capable of something like this, of love. Thought he was, literally, incapable of feeling this way about anyone. He wasn't. Isn't. But a lot of the time he's not very adept at dealing with these big feelings. Tried to stuff them deep down, let Carol find the happiness she so deserved in the arms of someone more worthy, less likely to fuck up. To hurt her.

Turns out, he's the one who hurt her anyway. "Lied to ya too. Would chase ya if ya tried to run."

She laughs, a wet little sob of a sound and Daryl tightens his arms around her. Leans his forehead against hers when he feels her palms press against his back, holding him to her. "Thank you," she whispers against his lips.

They don't kiss. They're just plastered up against one another, naked. Coexisting under the spray.

THIS is the emotional realism and physical intimacy that I want!! You’re a lifesaver 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

But where’s the rest of it?

#caryl #caryl fanfiction #caryl positivity #carol peletier #darylneedscarol

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reanbowful · 1 year

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hey hey Rean, can i have a request for teddy with a pretty tall gf reader? (bcs I see how he reacts to tall people like Gerard ;)) ). And she also teases him a lot

I'm fcking inlove with ur works 👺❤️

Ahh this is so cutee! Reminds me of lovely complex (if you dk what that is go watch it rn!!) And thank you sm!! I’m so happy that you enjoy my writings hehe

Also ngl, I react the same way as Teddy whenever I see tall ppl T_T (the dread of short ppl)

if you’re taller than them

(gray, alex, teddy, eugene)

gray yeon / yeon sieun

Honestly, Gray is not that tall to begin with. He’s like 158 cm (or around 5’2).

So I don’t think it would be such a surprising thing if you’re taller than him.

Tbh, I don’t think he would mind it at all. Gray is not really someone who’s super conscious about his height or anything.

In fact, you two would be that cool short boy/tall girl couple.

He might actually even prefer it if you’re taller than him.

If you tease him about it, like for example, you ruffle his hair and pull on his cheek.

Instead of getting annoyed, Gray would get shyy. And it would be the cutest thing ever.

He would try to pass it off as annoyance, but the redness on his cheeks tells you otherwise.

He will get back at you though.

I can totally see him pulling off that, ‘Hey you have something on you, come here.’ and when you bend down, he’ll give you a peck on the cheek.

Oh and how he will be smirking to himself once he saw how flustered you became.

Payback successful 😈

alex go / go hyuntak

Hm. I feel like Alex wouldn’t really mind that much either.

He would be super impressed with your height though. He’s 173 cm or 5’8, that’s already pretty damn tall for a girl. If you’re even taller than that, that’s quite something.

Alex would make sure to make use of your height for every single purpose that he can.

“Babe, can you get that for me? Yeah, that one at the top shelf.”

“Babe? The AC’s rattling, can you check it for me?”

“Babe, we need to clean the top of the cupboard. Can you help me with it?”

Of course, if you get mad at him for always asking you to do stuff for him, he will laugh and tone it down.

Just to impress you, he will bring a freaking ladder to get you books at the tallest shelves.

“Wasn’t I so cool just now?”

Just smile and nod :)

He also enjoys those moments when you guys are at a public transportation and he can just lean against you since you’re so tall.

He also like being hugged by you. He likes the feeling of your chin on his head, and the sound of your heartbeat right by his ear.

teddy jin / jin taeoh

Teddy! Oh boy. He would be a total wreck.

When he saw how tall you were, he would just outright REFUSE to stand next or anywhere in close proximity to you.

If you show him a sad face, he will immediately feel bad. Swallowing his pride, he would walk to approach you.

“Hey.. um. Look, I don’t really mean that-“

Then you will go and put him in a headlock, ruffling his hair.

“AHAHAHA I was just kidding!”

You betrayed him.

Once you let him go, he will stomp away immediately. Face flushed and a series of curses muttered under his breath.

He wouldn’t show his face for a couple days after, you actually thought you angered him for real. But then he came to see you.

You were walking home from school when you saw a certain blonde crouched on top of a wall near your neighbourhood. (he’s just like a cat fr)

“Hey lamppost! I don’t appreciate what you did to me last time. I was caught off guard.”

You looked up at him in amusement when he jumped down, dusting off his pants.

“I’ll consider us even if you come with me to a nice pizza place I reserved.”

You crossed your arms. Smiling deviously.

“Alright, let’s go.”

“Hm? HEY WAIT! NOT LIKE THIS DAMMIT!”

You walked over to the pizza place with a trashing Teddy on your arms. Yea. You carried him all the way there like the sadist you are.

Expect to not see him again for at least a week after that. Give him time. He needs it to recover.

eugene gale / seo juntae

Ahh Eugene would be the absolute sweetest.

When he saw you for the first time, he will be mildly shocked to see just how tall you are.

But after that, Eugene would be the best boyfriend ever.

He wouldn’t care if you’re taller than him or if you’re shorter. He just.. likes you.

He would be such a supportive and caring boyfriend.

You were at the mall to look for shoes to go to your cousin’s wedding and saw a cute pair of heels. You tried them on and they look so perfect to go with the dress you have at home.

But, then you remembered Eugene. You were already taller than him, so wearing heels would only accentuate on your height difference. What would the family say?

“Ah! Y/N, those heels look so good on you! You should get them!”

“But, Eugene.. I’ll be so much more taller than you if I wear them.”

Eugene would be so confused honestly. It’s your shoes and how it makes you look good. Feel good about yourself. Why should you be concerned about him when you’re the one wearing those shoes.

“Don’t mind me! I think you look very pretty wearing them!”

We love a secure man✊

He will end up convincing you to just buy the heels and wear it for the wedding.

Throughout the entire night, he made sure to compliment you and let you know just how perfect you look.

If not in the eyes of others, at least you are to him.

#weak hero manhwa #weak hero webtoon #weak hero x reader #gray yeon #teddy jin #eugene gale #alex go

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twistmusings · 11 months

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Hello! I just found your blog and I read a very interesting characterisation of Cater that made me quite interested in him (I haven't seem much of him in game so far so he never really caught my attention).

So I was wondering what are your ideas about Cater, like general hcs... what is he like (personality wise), etc? Are there any misconceptions about him in your opinion? Cause to me so far he has seemed quite one dimensional and I would like to have more added to him so I'm always open to hear other people's thoughts.

Thank you!

I would love to! Cater is like one of my sleeper faves, so I always love getting a chance to write about what I think about him.

Cater Diamond Character Analysis

CW: Discussions of Mental Illness, particularly depression and self esteem issues, very, very brief mention of internalized transphobia for one bullet point.

Canon text examination

Cater’s Halloween Vignette (Miraheze | Wiki)

Cater is shown to be pretty exhausted by the visitors and trying to manage the amount of people who are around for the Halloween events.

He expresses a distaste at having a phone call with a prior acquaintance, and privately expressed distaste at her being persistent in trying to get ahold of him.

He says he prefers not to form deep friendships.He dislikes the idea of being too closely attached to one person because his father would move frequently when he was younger and he would constantly have to rebuild friendships and relationships only to be uprooted again.

Another key thing is to look at Cater’s self-talk here: depending on which translation you’re reading. In the localized version, he says that Lilia could never understand how helpless he fears, but pretty consistently across translations he minimizes and insults himself OR his own feelings.

Cater’s Labwear Vignette (Twisted Translations Tumblr | Wiki)

Cater mentions that he’s got two older sisters who insist on things being cute, so far that he mentions having the mantra burned into his brain.

Cater is notably upset when one of his mandrakes comes out seeming rather gloomy and depressed, and vehemently denying it when Vil and Lilia point it out. He even goes out of the way to create additional mandrakes that he feels better reflect him and denies the other two exist.

The mandrake that he picks to post to magicam is of particular note-- he picks the one that is laughing and jovial. “It’s not Cay-cay if it’s not happy enough to lift people’s spirits, right?”

While those are the most notable instances I can point out, they’re not the only ones. In fact, small facets get mentioned in several vignettes:

In his Ceremonial Robes Vignette (miraheze | wiki) Cater mentions that he finds the entrance ceremony exhausting after having to wrangle the incoming freshmen, and goes off by himself to focus on Magicam rather than joining the others at the entrance party.

In his Dorm Uniform Vignette (Twisted Translations Tumblr | wiki) Cater is shown to be a lot more calculating and cautious than he portrays himself. He is also noticeably self interested. He will use tools, magic, and other people in ways that benefit him, and even Trey acknowledges that.

In both his Birthday Boy (wiki | Miraheze) and Union Birthday Vignettes (wiki | Miraheze) we get to hear more about Cater’s sisters and mother. The reason he hates sweets is because they had a phase where they made a lot of them and would always expect Cater to be the one to taste test. His sisters would also sort of treat him like a page boy-- often making him go shopping for them or run errands for them. He even says that he wouldn’t mind shopping with someone like Vil so much, just because he would be able to examine and learn things and get something out of it.

So what does all of that mean for Cater?

To start with: Cater is almost always wearing a mask. He doesn’t want people to get a deeper understanding of him and his inner thoughts. This is one part conscious and one part unconscious. He consciously knows that he’s had to constantly rebuild his friendships when he would have to move-- and even now that he’s in a bit more of a stable location at Night Raven College, he still seems to cling to the values of keeping people at an arm's length. Probably because most of his foundational years have taught him that getting too close to someone would end in loneliness because he would have to give them up.

Unconsciously, you also need to look at who Cater’s stable people in his life have been. Cater talks about his father working at a bank and often having to move for work, and him being at home most of the time with his mother and sisters. Do I think his sisters and mother are terrible? No, absolutely not, but what I do see is that they seem to show very little regard to what Cater wants. If he tries to refuse them a favor they are said to keep pushing him until he does it. So in Cater’s mind, there’s definitely a connection that when he does have someone solidly in his life, they’re going to push him to do things that he doesn’t want to do. At best he probably would expect them to ask him to do chores that he doesn’t want to, and at worst he probably would assume they only want him around because he’s beneficial to them.

Additionally, I don’t think Cater has had a lot of time to find himself. This is, in part, why I think he leans so heavily on Magicam and seems to be fascinated with Vil and his sense of style and fashion. He mentions that his sisters were obsessed with cutesy things, and he admits that’s not what he is really into himself. I think a lot of his interest stems from wanting to explore and discover himself-- and that means that he’s probably experimenting a lot with his fashion and outward appearance in his free time.

I think Cater will struggle with being seen as cutesy. Given his mandrake vignette and the fact that he seems to admire Vil, I think Cater likes cutesy and feminine things a lot more than he would be willing to admit. He’s probably going to take a while to come to terms with that and not feel like it’s something his sisters forced on him.

(NGL, I could very easily see Cater being a trans girl/genderfluid and not even realizing for a long time why they feel so out of touch with themself until they started experimenting with gender presentation later in their life.)

I think Cater is an introvert. You might think that’s strange, considering he’s outgoing and he’s always putting on a cheery facade, but being introverted merely means that he has a social battery that gets drained by being around people. In canon, we repeatedly see him say that he’s exhausted after dealing with people, particularly ones he doesn’t know all that well. I also think Cater desperately doesn’t want to be an introvert, and he has a bad tendency to push himself to his social limits rather than taking a step back to take a few minutes for himself. To him, being an introvert probably is damaging to his image that he tries to portray.

I do think Cater has depression, though whether it’s just that or if it’s a symptom of another mental illness I am unwilling to theorize on. I do think his negative self-talk is telling of him having self image issues and the unwillingness to change because it’s “pointless” are very big red flags that our boi needs some help from a professional.

Finally, I think Cater holds himself to an awfully high standard in comparison to the people around him. He thinks he has to be the life of the party or he’s going to disappoint the people around him, where I feel the reality would be more likely that if Cater said he wasn’t feeling it/feeling well, people around him would be more than understanding that he can’t always be at a 10.

#answered;;#cater diamond #sfw

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shadowetienne · 1 year

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OnlyOneOf seOul cOllectiOn Album Thoughts

Reading through the "seOul drift" MV description, I was struck by the part that was talking about the album as a whole (bolding mine, I've left out the part specifically talking about "seOul drift"):

Seoul is the city of brilliant lights. Underneath those lights, there are also young people who’ve been hurt by others and who are wandering along the dotted line of lostness. The new album of OnlyOneOf, who has come back as a group after a year, is named “seOul cOllectiOn” for a reason.

The 6 members have sung the dreams and hopes of young minorities by presenting “undergrOund idOl,” the diary of the youths, one after another last year. The reason stories are woven together with the voices of all 6 members this time is that the album captures the stories of Seoul’s loneliness and solitude, and those who are hurt in this city.

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Seoul is now one of the most prominent cities in the world. K-pop has also become a genre that not only Koreans listen to. Everything in this city has become more glamorous and bustling, but that doesn’t mean everyone is happy.

OnlyOneOf always sings about loneliness and pain or the stories of those whose love isn’t blessed. We often simply brush them off as something minor, but they are stories that someone should caress and embrace.

OnlyOneOf hopes that there will be unknown gods’ blessings in these difficult steps being taken, and that there will be blessings from our fans whom we appreciate and whose names you may not know.

This made me really interested to look at the lyrical elements of the album as a whole and what it is saying about loneliness and those stories of the people whose love could not be blessed (that's such a emotionally powerful way of phrasing what they're talking about).

Under the cut, I'm going to talk about each song (these are more impressions and stream of conscious about each song rather than in depth lyrics analysis).

chrOme hearts

This song is interesting to me because I feel like it can be read several different ways. Is it an unhealthy obsession and returning to a bad relationship even though it's painful because it's the only connection that you have? Is it about sex and fear of connecting put putting yourself on the line in other ways even though the heart is chrome and reflective and hard to connect to/cold? Is it about the fear and pain around the kind of love and sexuality that someone has that has been instilled socially that makes it hard to break free and actually form a safe feeling relationship?

My big take away from these lyrics, every possible connection that the narrator is experiencing brings some sort of heartbreak and relationships are hard and potentially isolating and lonely for our "lovers who could not be blessed."

This is definitely connecting to me to that idea of the having come to a big city because it seems safer/better/more likely to have people like you, but then struggling to connect and finding heartbreak and loneliness because connecting is hard, and a lot of queer people who do this bring a lot of the ways that they were hurting (especially from their family) with them in their head. Possibly the idea of the kind of love that they are experiencing should hurt or make them feel guilty on some level.

seOul drift

A lot of the song deals with the idea of following your own path and finding freedom. It's a lonely sort of feeling, but at least you're free. There's also the feelings of missed connections, getting a little closer but not quite there, especially because everything in the city is going so fast.

mirage

This song is so poignant and really seems to be looking back on something that was almost a relationship to me, something where there was the possibility for the connection, but neither half was able to bring themselves to break past the mirage, the illusory barrier that they had created between them and society, what I often call the veil of plausible deniability. There's a lot of regret in these lyrics, a lot of wishing that they could reach each other past that distance, but there's a feeling that maybe they need to let go, to move past this because it's hurting them and they can't get past that illusion and either find something real behind it or find that it wouldn't have worked after all. The maybe is perhaps even harder.

candy bOmb

... I have a really hard time reading this as about anything other than hook ups and wanting something more in terms of an emotional connection but instead just having those fleeting moments that are very much full of sweet pleasure and enjoyment, but also are in a ways destructive to them because they aren't getting the connection that is so clearly wanted. That person could change them, if they'd just have more than something physical between them, if they'd actually go over and connect when it wasn't for a hook up. Again with the isolation/connection theme and fear of real connection.

blueblueseOul

The longing and regret and missing connection in this song and its lyrics are just so very very compelling. The feeling of wanting to find someone again, wanting to have that connection again. The connections to scent and memory as this driving element. It almost gives me the image of someone who let the other person go, that person left for the city and its hope/promise first, before the speaker was ready to try or able to leave. And now the speaker has followed them, but that connection is severed, and they don't know how to find them in this isolation of the city or whether the other person would even want them there again, but there's the desperate longing for that sort of connection that they once had.

nabi

This song feels like it's about the moment of a maybe connection, of something with potential to bloom. Maybe where the person being described is more out, more open, more possessing of the freedom and ability to show themselves that the speaker is still afraid to reach for. But there's been a moment of connection, the beginning of something blooming between the two, but it feels like it could only be a dream to the speaker because it seems too good to be true. Is it though? Who knows, it's the start of it! There's something scared but also hopeful about this. I like ending on a note that feels hopeful that something could bloom, that something could grow, that the speaker(s) could have a connection!

I am ignoring the English version of dOra maar because (a) why and (b) it feels to an extent like it was tacked on here (because they needed to release it eventually? because they are about to go on their Americas tour and they thought an English song would be a good idea? I don't know, but I don't think that it adds to the narrative of the album).

OK, but I really want the sequel album to this one to be called seOul cOnnectiOn because that would give me even more feelings.

Parting thoughts on the album just for those who might be curious. My ranking of the songs goes:

mirage >= nabi >= blueblueseOul >> chrOme hearts > seOul drift >= candy bOmb (I like all the songs up to this point to varying degrees, they at least have elements that appeal to me)

(>>>>>>>> dOra maar (English version) - the English lyrics destroy the song for me sadly because original dOra maar is so so so good, so we're just sitting here pretending like this isn't here, ok)

#OnlyOneOf #seOul cOllectiOn #lyrics and song thoughts #I do feel like there's a lot of cohesive themes #I am really really interested to see what follows this #and looking forward to seeing some of these performed live at the end of April

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