#surely its been done before but i wanna explore it

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Watch and Be Amazed!

Lyney x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: As a simple person with a boring job, you set out to travel the nations. You attend a renowned magic show only to be suddenly placed in the shared spotlight with the magical duo.

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 { i'm still exploring Fontaine but quick heads up on mentioning new locations, dw its spoiler free about the archon quest}

General: SFW, fluffy, magic tricks, Lyney being extra and sneaky, feat Lynette 

A/N: i love him. Cheeky little guy with his equally cheeky little grin mulkin cat- I didn’t think I’d like him this much but he easily sneaked himself into my heart already also because I recently got him- I just wanna squish him (endearingly)

“ Voila! And now in its place are our feathered friends taking flight!” The magician exclaimed as a small swarm of doves flew out of his hands. Just seconds ago, he held a gorgeous bouquet of arranged daisies and prisma like roses, complete with adorned white ribbons and lace. The small bush of green and flora had simply vanished and transformed into a mass of white feathers. 

Your awes become a droplet in the sea of gasps and astonishment from the people around you . Pushing yourself to the end of your cushy seat, you stare ahead in amazement and curiosity.  

Even though you sat some rows away from the front seats, you were mesmerized by the trick. You were certain the bouquet had practically melted and shifted into the cocoon of feathers. At least, that’s how it appeared to your eyes.  

Trailing the doves as they flew above the audience, you unconsciously let out a small laugh of joy like that of an entertained child. The doves flew around freely, some reaching high atop the Opera House’s stretching ceiling and some flew closer to the audience barely grazing above their heads. 

You had been traveling for weeks, as you were lacking some excitement in your mundane life as a simple shop clerk. It had a well off pay and the owner was kind. Yet every passing day became more boring than the last. Soon enough, the days would weld and mend together in your memory as a tapestry of a lackluster pattern. You were afraid it would overshadow a great portion of your lifetime. 

As a shop clerk, you had seen many travelers coming and going, talking about the beautiful sceneries across the rest of Teyvat they have witnessed, varies dishes you’ve never tried before being described as mouthwatering, the wonderful cultures, festivities and traditions people from around this world took part in. It had always left you in a state of entrance and jealousy for them, as they would have the freedom and determination to see the worlds wonders with their own eyes.

Seeing your yearning gaze and saddened expression when the travelers or adventurers left through the front door, your employer had generously given you some vacation time. You were one of your boss’s most dedicated workers, often swooping in for a fellow coworker if they fell ill or couldn’t make it otherwise. You have done more than enough to earn yourself this time off. 

And so, you took your life by the rings and were off into the road. Traveling from one nation to the other and to the now where you were. In the seat in one of the most impressive buildings you have ever seen. 

From the moment you boarded off the Aquabus; the little guides being one of the cutest beings you’ve ever seen; you oogled and awed in the splendor around you. Fontaine had been one leap of a cultural shock for you. Sure, sometimes you moved boxes of bits and bobs of Fontaine imported trinkets onto shelves, but seeing this much advanced technology was a bit exhilarating as well as a bit imposing

However, something there was something that immediately caught your eye when walking about. On a bulletin board was an array of multicolored posters and newsletter, but the bright red one with a grinning cat in the hat caught your gaze immediately. 

“ Come and behold A magical performance performed by renowned Magicians Lyney and Lynette! ” 

The names struck a cord in your memory. Ah, that's right! You had heard a great deal about a very specific Magic show in Fontaine. You remembered it being brought up a good number of times back in the shop. The way people would sound excited and how they could barely contain themselves trying to describe a magic trick as best they could. 

Since you were in the area you had managed to investigate it and wound up purchasing a ticket to go see.  

“ Back to the stage my feathery entourage!! Being in the presence of such a wonderful audience is indeed riveting, but I’m going to need the spotlight back to preform the next trick, haha!” The magician Lyney said with a pleading laugh. The doves seem to have understood them as they all flew back onto the stage. From either side of the giant velvet curtain, the flew behind it disappearing into the shadow. 

“ For this next trick, I’m going to need a hand!” He exclaimed while putting his hands on his hips. He then put a hand on his forehead and looked around the area while squinting his eyes. From the right side of the stage came another person. She had on a similar uniform to her twin brother, adorned with teals, blues and grays. It was a counterpart to the reds, pinks, and plum Lyney wore in his intricate performer’s outfit. 

Yet they both had the motif of that same toothy grinning kitty you saw tagging the corner’s of the promotional posters. 

Lynette had walked behind Lyney and tapped his shoulder twice with a stoic expression. Lyney had turned dramatically around on his heel, immediately stopping his dire search for help.

“Ah, It seems as though Lynette has come to the rescue!” He cheered and with a grateful hand gesture divided the audience's attention to Lynette. She stood there facing the crowd with a curt expression. Lynette seemed to be the polar opposite of her brother. While Lyney was loud, extravagant and energetic, his assistant and sister was quieter, docile and seemed unmoved with the theatrics. However, to you she was as equally impressive as the red Magician. 

In an earlier trick where they’d pull objects directly out of flat cards, Lynette had elegantly swiped off a parasol, a tea cup with piping hot tea given the steam, and an adorable hat with that grinning black cat. All while keeping a calm disposition as if she knew everything and anything that was to come. It boggled you how she managed to slip the illustrations to real physical objects.

But then again, the Magicians never reveal their trade secrets.

Lyney tapped his cheek before he spoke again. “It seems as if we will need a little more help to perform this magic trick, wouldn’t you agree Lynette?” 

Lynette simply nodded.

Lyney’s shoulders relaxed as he twirled around to face the audience. He held his hands behind his back as he paced back and forth. His eyes never leave the audience.

“ For this trick, It will require three people.”

There were very quiet, almost inaudible murmurs and whispers in the crowd. You paid them no mind and kept your eyes focused on the stage. In your mind, you were guessing how the next trick would go.

Lyney stopped center stage.

“ I can see your enthusiasm and excitement! In that case, I shall pick one person from the crowd who will help Lynette and I out!” He said with a jovial grin. His cat-like eyes scanned around the crowd. After this, many people kept their eyes on the Magician scoping out for an available assistant. 

Seeing as you weren’t in the first row or a local, you have settled that your chance of being picked was slim. So instead of paying attention to the main stage and spotlight, you turned your head from side to side. Envisioning the lucky person who would be fished out of the ocean of filled seats. Perhaps it would be the beautiful woman with quite the attractive headpiece sitting a row down from you. Or maybe, it would be the little boy three five seats to your left practically bouncing in his seat chanting to let it be him. 

The choice could be anyone but yourself.

“ You my dear! Could you help Lynette and I out with this trick?” Lyney’s voice resounded once more.

Your eyes squirted suddenly as a bright source of light was now trained above you. Sinking back onto your seat, you turn to face the stage. 

Those cat-like lilac eyes stared directly into your own [E/C] ones. Alongside with the deep royal purple eyes belonging to his assistant Lynette. Looking around and behind, you noticed the two people beside you glance at you with slight surprise. 

You pointed at yourself just to make sure. You didn’t know if you made a face with the sudden surprise of the spotlight, but Lyney chuckled in amusement. 

His eyes crinkled slightly as he nodded, his hair bobbing along with his head and sturdy hat. His laughter made you feel a bit fuzzy in the chest. Maybe you were just starstruck. 

“ Yes you. If it is alright, could you perhaps follow the staff by your row to escort you on stage?” He said, extending a hand to a person in a theater mask and green vest standing at the end of the row. His lilac eyes never left you. 

It was hard to say, but you could assume he was silently communicating with you. His soft eyes were patient and still, unlike his theatrical energy he demonstrated earlier. 

‘ Are you okay with this? ‘ 

He didn’t mind the sudden recess of silence, in fact it only added to the build up to the magic trick. It wasn’t long until you blinked, breaking yourself out of your star-stricken surprise. 

You nodded at Lyney, to which he gripped the brim of his hat quietly tipping it to you with a satisfied grin.

“ Very well, please follow the staff down the aisle while we set up on stage!” 

After squeezing down your row and next to the staff member with the mask, you followed them as they led you towards the stage. The staff member was kind enough to guide you through the dimly lit place, your eyes were examining the person. Their mask is what stuck with you, you’ve never seen anything like it. It was both beautifully crafted yet it gave you a small chill of danger and mystic. It was probably made for this purpose of the show. 

No elemental magic of those who wielded visions, but instead a tightrope thinly strung between reality and fantasy.

The stage was elevated but after climbing up the stairs onto the polished stage. Lyney beckoned you to come up next to him. You shuffled closer, both your hands behind your back fidgeting in a nervous manner.

The spotlight was now back onto Lyney and Lynette and now you as well.

“ Might I know the name of the new assistant I’ll be working with temporarily?” He asked as he now faced you. Lynette came to his side, her violet eyes glazing over you with relaxed attentiveness. 

You felt your mouth become a bit dry. “ I’m [Name].” You spoked normally. 

Lyney bowed, taking off his tophat bringing it close to his chest. 

“ It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, dear [Name]” He bounced back up, flipping his hat back onto his head. 

You shifted on your foot and that seemed to have caught the attention of the magical duo. 

“ Hmm, are you perhaps nervous?” He asked. “ It is quite alright. Whenever the light is trained on you, the feeling of stage fright comes at you like the onslaught of tidal waves.” He said, in a non projecting voice. He still sounded loud enough for the audience to hear, but his words weren’t exaggerated in a way to make you feel queasy. Instead, it sounded like he was cheering you on, a little push of confidence he would share with you.

Maybe you were overthinking it. He is a performer so its his job to turn up the charm towards the audience.

Lynette had subtly sent you a reassuring little smile. She walked up next to you and stood by you now.

 “ Perhaps, you may just have some butterflies in your stomach. It happens to the best of us!” He spoke. His gloved hand came up to you.

“ May I have what’s in your side pocket?” His eyes shifted down to your right pocket. Confused, you reach down into your pocket and feel around. There was a smooth and flat object that you didn’t remember having there, so you slipped it out. 

In your hand was a playing card. It wasn’t an ordinary playing card. It looked to be one of the card props that belonged to the two Magicians. Figuring he wanted it back; without you having the faintest Idea of how it got there in the first place; you handed it to him. 

He grabbed the card and raised it up to his face to inspect it.

“Aha! Just as I thought. You had made a bundle of these pesky little butterflies.” He slipped the card back to his palm. He twirled back to face you with a triumphant smile as if he’d found a treasure chest. “ Fear not, for I will rid you of this troubling kaleidoscope!”

With that being said, he tossed the card over your head.

Or at least, a zipping card was what you were expecting.

Instead, a small little tornado of little butterflies escapes from Lyneys hand. They fluttered around you in a tunnel-like pattern. 

Completely forgetting about the audience, you craned your hand up and stared in awe. Looking closely, some butterflies had little trails of violet shimmer. The butterflies themselves didn't seem to be real butterflies. On some you managed to see the wings to be made out of the back of playing cards. 

The butterflies dispersed out onto the crowd, until each one vanished without a trace. 

“Now then, are you feeling better?” Lyney asked, both hands on his hips.

You nodded with a smile on your face. The small pit of nervousness was now reduced to a grain. 

“Wonderful! And, it seems as if you have magic in you yourself, what luck!” Lyney exclaimed. Lynette all the while silently side eyed her brother and his antics. 

“Now then if you may follow Lynette, she will guide you to this next trick or a trio.” he smiled. 

Lynette had raised a hand to you in order to take it. You complied and took her hand as she led you behind the curtain.

“ Are you okay? I know Lyney can be a bit over the top, but if at any point feeling bad, let us know.” Lynette spoke calmly to you.

“ I’m alright now. I just wasn't expecting to get picked.” You said honestly. 

Lynette nodded. “ It's like that for most who get chosen.” 

She guided you towards a little box which was decorated with a little four pointed gold star in the center. The box was relatively small, reaching from the ground to knee level

“ When they take the box you’ll have to stand on it. I’ll stand in my own box next to you. Just follow Lyney’s instructions.” She said, 

“Also, brace your feet after the curtain falls.” 

You listened closely and nodded.

“Alright. Got it.” 

Lynette hummed.

 Behind the big red curtain you heard the crowd laugh and clap. 

“And now for the anticipated trick, shall I have my two assistants step back into the light?” 

Lynette and you came back onto the stage. Again in the limelight, you noticed the two boxes parallel to each other. 

“ For this next trick, both my assistants shall switch their places before your very eyes.” Lyney spoke calmly.

“But wait a moment. This is a simple trick one could accomplish by simply walking across the stage to the other boxes. This trick is sounding more like a runway show than magic.” Lyney sighed in defeat. In a quick one eighty mood switch, Lyney perked up and raised his chin high.

“ But no, dear spectators in the crowd. This trick shall be done with neither of my assistants leaving the confines of their one by one area!” Lyney exclaimed, flapping his little side cape in the process. 

Lynette turned and gave you a look, a very specific look. You took it to get on the box and you walked over to the one closest to you. 

“ Now then, a little tent shall fall on top of both of them. Switching places without jumping, walking or running is a lot more exhausting than it sounds.” As soon as he said that, above you began to descend a festive red tent. 

It slowly descended until the dark velvet of the inside tent obscure your vision of the crowd and them of yourself. You could only hear the echoing voice of Lyney as the crowd was now fully silenced in anticipation. 

The words of Lynette rang in your mind, as you looked down to your feet.

“ For you see, the most can happen within the blink of an eye.”

You felt the box underneath you dip slightly. Barely enough time to even gasp, you had fallen through the solid box beneath you. Quickly you bent your knees and positioned yourself to be able to absorb the momentum of your fall. 

Once landing soundly, you looked up to see how you had fallen. In the ceiling was a rectangular indentation of a trapdoor.

You heard a ‘psst’ to your right. There you say Lynette making a quick hand gesture to switch places; motioning to you and the spot beneath her feet. 

Speeding over to her, you took little but key notice in your new surroundings. The walls were barren, the air had slight dust, and light from the stage lights barely made it through the miniature nooks and crannies of the floorboards. You were underground. 

Once getting to where lynette last stood, you waited. Looking around where you stood there was a small ladder behind you. 

Suddenly a similar trap door like the one where you initially stood, swung open. 

Taking this as a new signal, you climbed onto the ladder trying to make as little noise as you could. Once above ground, the trap door that was once open shut, making the ground below you stable enough to stand on.

 “ As such, a walk across this stage could be reduced down to none!”

You heard a harsh step down onto the floor followed by a snap of a finger. 

The tent around you was pulled back up at lighting speed leaving you stunned in place. The crowd ahead was looking back and forth between the place where you once were and to where you are now. A roar of whistles and claps was heard. 

Looking to where you once were, stood Lynette waving at the crowd. The same stoic expression on her face. 

Lyney came skipping up to your side. 

“ How are you feeling dear [Name]? I hope you aren't too disoriented by the little trip you took.”

You looked at him, he had a proud grin on his face. The light shown down was overshadowed by the brim of his top hat. And yet, his eyes and distinguishable teardrop mark on his right cheek made you feel all sorts of flustered all over again.

Then again you noticed just how packed the Opera is. You had forgotten momentarily that there was an audience. The showers of cheers came down like a bolt of lightning striking the still water. 

“I’m fine, just a bit perplexed.” You shook your head trying to process what had just happened in what felt like a fraction of a minute.  

“ Oh my, it seems you may have been slightly shaken when vanishing from one spot to the other.” He hummed. 

“ That's it! I shall make it up to you! But I’ll have to get you back to your original box.” He said tapping his curled up hand onto his open palm. 

He stood up onto the tips of his toes, as from your height atop the box managed to put you at a larger distance from him. Figuring he might tell you something , you leaned down slightly.

“ When the tent drops on you once more, close your eyes. Don’t open them until you hear me say, Hat. Trust me, I’m sure this trick will put a blinding smile on your face.” He said quietly, a hand placed by his mouth blocking it from the audience ahead.

You weren’t sure what he meant or what would happen but somehow, you trusted him. Maybe it was his pretty face, charming personality, or simply because a famous and professional performer. 

A little breathy chuckle escaped him before he leaned away and waltzed back to the front and center. Something about him smiling and laughing made your heart almost pop.

You internally battled these pestering thoughts; You were just starstruck! A celebrity crush, don’t let it get to you. Especially in front of a massive crowd watching your every move! 

You took some short breaths in and faced ahead onto the wall behind the audience. You didn’t want to let this confusing feeling consume you.

“And now, one final trick before our amazing temporary assistant bids adieu.” He sighed. From his chest he pulled out a white handkerchief he blew into. The crowd laughed at his little mopping gag.

“ It was a pleasure to have you on stage with us, [Name].” He said before swiping the used hanky away. It disappeared into red and white sparks into the air. 

The tent above you descended once again, and the moment you found yourself in the shaded confines you closed your eyes. You could only listen to what was happening around you.

“Now then, why don’t we send our new friend off with a grand finale?”

The surrounding noise of the crowd murmuring came through as buzzing. You felt the ground once more give out underneath you. Holding in your breath you prepared for what may have come next. 

Something, or someone caught you. You felt the sudden mass underneath you, and suddenly there was a small breeze passing into your face. Your eyes squeezed shut the entire time. 

Suddenly, you felt your feet touch a solid floor. You stood up, the person letting you go as you stabilized yourself. 

“ And so, they shall appear where they once were at the drop of a hat!” 

You heard it. Cracking open one eye you see once again a velvet curtain of a tent. Blinking, adjusting to the light, the tent was pulled up.

This time there was some cheer for a few seconds. The sudden Huhs? And murmurs slowly began to take a hold of the audience. Curious as to the mood shift you look around you. 

Lyney, no longer wearing his signature tophat that had been left sitting on the floor. 

Where Lynette was supposed to be, she was no more. Instead, there was a small top hat lying top down on the box. 

Lyney, surprised, went over to the hat. 

“Lynette? Oh Lyneeette? Where did you vanish off to?” He took the hat and looked inside of it, as if his sister were inside the hat. 

You were slightly puzzled at first. Where on Teyvat could she have gone? Your doubts were suddenly clouded by an obvious truth.

This had to be part of the show. 

So you kept your eyes on the male twin, anticipating what he will do next.

Giving up in calling out to his sister, still holding onto the small hat in his hands, he walked over to where you stood. 

“ It seems that she won’t show herself unless we make her appear out of this hat. [Name], if you would.” He then extended the small hat in my direction. 

You delicately grabbed the brim area closest to you. Lyney let go, and you looked inside the empty hat. The material felt slightly heavy but the intricate seamless pattern woven into the pitch black fabric made you closely look at it.

You heard a small tapping noise, you looked back to the magician as he tapped the back of his hand. Putting two and two together, you quickly flip the hat upright. 

You mimicked Lyney’s motion on the hat’s top about three times. 

The first tap, colorful feathers floated to the ground.

The second tap, petals of flowers twirled on their way down.

The final tap, a deck of prop cards spilt out and crashing against the stage floor with clicks and claps.

“Looks like she isn’t in there.” Lyney quipped. You were once again thrown into utter confusion. The comedic way the crowd gasped after one object came after another object from the empty hat. At some point the reactions of surprise slowly turned into snickers and giggles of amusement. 

Lyney placed a hand on his hip and scratched his chin. “ Try doing it again with the hat upside down. Maybe, a different approach will convince her to come out.” 

So, you turn the hat over. Sneakily taking a small peak inside, and as you suspected it was empty. 

How does he pull these things off? Seriously! How?!?

Replicating your previous action, you tapped the brim. 

A small puff of smoke and confetti made you step back. Out of the hat a cat sprung!

Or was it a cat?

It was a big cat face attached to a coiled spring.

It was cute! It had the signature toothy grin the show’s mascot had, yet it had it turned upside down in a frowny face. One eye has a teal star and the other has a teal teardrop. It even had a little bowtie making it a very fashionable cat creature.

It turned to face you as its ears twitched. You’re eyes locked with its own strange one and you found yourself in a staring contest….with the giant cat head on a spring of all things.

“ Oh dear, it looks like Bogglecat seemed to have answered instead of Lynette” Lyney laughed. 

Tip Tap Tip Tap 

You and Lyney turned to face Lyney’s hat that had just shook slightly on the floor. 

Poof!

The hat had blasted up into the air and below the hat there was Lynette. Slightly obscured by the turquoise colored fog. 

“ Here I am.” Lynette spoked up.

Grabbing the brim of Lyney’s hat she tipped it and bowed before the audience. The audience clapped and some people even stood up from their seats. 

The Bogglecat in the hat leaped from your hands and jumped over towards the spotlight where Lynette was. Lyney came running over to you and carefully grabbed your now free hand.

“ C’mon, the audience is waiting for the final bows.” He hushed at you with that permanently charming smile of his. His pale blonde hair bounced along as he urged you to join him and his sister. With no reason to refuse, you ran along with him. You felt the corner of your mouth curl up in a giddy smile. Now unafraid of the public you stood in the bright lights with your chest held high.

Lynette tossed Lyney’s hat into the air, landing it perfectly on Lyney’s head. The cat in the hat jumped right into Lynette's hand. Once she caught it, she twirled it around in her hand like a skilled juggler. The cat suddenly vanished inside the hat, and the small hat now was held against her head.

“ This has been Lyney and Lynette’s Magic show! Thank You all for watching!” The three of you held hands; Lyney at the center, Lynette to his right, and you to his left. Lifting your hands up, you three did a dramatic bow. This audience applauded one final time for the performance. It was the loudest applause you had heard during your time in the Opera Epiclese.

Slowly people had started to leave the theater, with the front entrance reopened many people had started to trickle out into the lobby. This left fewer and fewer people in the main room, the Opera house becoming 

You were preparing to step down the stage staircase until you heard someone call out to you.

“ Wait, [Name]! If you could spare a moment?” It was a voice you had quickly grown familiar with. 

The top hat with the plum colored ribbon, the pale blonde tuffet that covered just above his right eye, and that teardrop marking beneath the same right eye. Lyney came speedily towards you, his sister Lynette following a bit behind. Unlike him, she calmly walked over and that stoic expression on her face felt a bit more done than what you had seen. 

“Hm? What is it Mister Lyney?” You stopped and asked politely. Looking over the male twin you glanced at his sister “Miss Lynette?” 

“That was a splendid performance you made on stage! You went along just swimmingly with our act.” Lyney gushed. 

Once again you felt flustered. Out of all things, a professional magician complimenting you on a magic trick? You scratched your cheek. 

“ I was just following you guys. Really, if anyone should be taking compliments it is you two!” You spoke with enthusiasm.  “ The way Miss Lynette pulled out the items right off the cards, or when you made my ‘ stomach butterflies ‘ disappear. It really was a treat to see!” You felt your face getting a bit warmer as you continued to spill your excitement into words.

“ This will definitely be a nice memory I won't be forgetting any time soon!” 

Lyney chuckled and even Lynette’s eyes grew slightly larger with interest. 

“ You’re too kind!” Lyney chuckled, his pale face getting the slightest bit pink in the cheeks. “  I don’t believe I’ve seen your face in our crowd before. Are you maybe a tourist coming from a distance to see our show?” 

You nodded. “ I am as a matter of fact. I don’t get out much to say the least.” You confessed. 

“ I’ve heard about your magic show for some time now, traveling groups have brought it up time and time again. Fontaine was my next destination so I took the opportunity to come see it myself.”

You smiled gently. “ This was my first legitimate magical performance I had the fortune of attending. Not to mention getting randomly selected to participate! Thank you for the fun time, Mister Lyney and Miss Lynette.” 

Lyney and Lynette listened with great interest.

“ I see. Thus, making this show a memorable experience for you was all the more rewarding then.” Lyney took off his hat and brought it to his chest. 

“We are both happy to have put a beautiful smile on your lovely face!~” Lyney very gently lifted your hand. Bringing it close to his face, he placed a small almost ghostly peck. 

Okay. Now you definitely felt your face may have caught on fire. 

Lyney might have noticed your sudden flustered face. The sneaky magician sent a very brief wink with a smile. Not just any smile. This smile had a more feline nature to it; as if he enjoyed seeing such a reaction from you. 

 He lowered your hand back down, and flipped his hat back onto his head. That cat-like smirk was nowhere to be seen anymore. Innocently smiling at you, he laughed. It sounded slightly nervous. 

“ Well, if you will be around Fonaine for a while longer, find us by the Aquabus station. We might just have spare time to show you around!” 

Slipping your hand behind your back, you tried to reply to his friendly invitation.

“ Mhm! Aquabus station. Go it!” you spoke in broken segments. 

Oh dear, maybe it's time you’d step outside for some fresh air.

“ I think I should get going now. Who knows how long the people traffic is in the lobby now. It was great meeting you. Your cat mascots are cute and now I shall leave” You had begun to word vomit as you were shuffling away.

 “ Bye bye!” 

Facing away from the magic duo, you speed walk down onto the carpeted floor. Not daring to look back, you heard the sound of an amused giggle and an exasperated sigh.

“ Are you proud of yourself? You almost made them faint with your antics.” Lynette tipped the back of Lyney’s hat. It fell forward and off but he had quickly caught it before it hit the ground.

“ Hey, I just wanted to make evening a little more magical is all. It was the most I can do from withholding them back from leaving" 

"Right. And you had to tease them until they were red in the face."

Lyney stared at his sister for a moment, until he thought.

He felt a small hitch of embarrassment in his chest realizing something.

"I- Uh, didn't go to far with the card letter, right?" He nervously asked.

Lynette sighed and shook her head.

"Brother, most of the time you don't even need the spotlight to be over dramatic."

Once you were outside and looking up at the sky. The skies were different in every spot you had been. Here in Fontaine, you could barely see the twinkling stars. 

As you sighed contently, you made your way over to the hotel you had planned to stay in for the time. As you shifted you felt something shift alongside you in your sleeve. It was cold and smooth.

Surprised, you dug into your sleeve.

It was a playing card. A prop playing card. 

“ I hope you had a magical Evening, [Name]. Meet me by the bench near the potted flowers by the station at noon tomorrow. If you show up, best prepare for I still have tricks up my sleeve that will leave you dazzled! “ 

There was a little doodle of a toothy grinning cat.

A/N: Should I make a part two? Idk maybe. EDIT: PART TWO HERE

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[hausofneptune]

songs that give the same energy as these aspects/placements

[astro notes no. 008]

hey y'all! i'm sure this has probably been done before, but i thought it'd be fun to do a post where i can talk about music and astrology bc i'm very much so a nerd when it comes to both of those topics :) (i'm dipping my toes into synastry/composite placements in this post, and i'm still learning about those subjects so any of these notes sound like surface-level baby shit, that's why, i apologize in advance lmao)

also, if it don't apply let it fly, we all have different charts and so therefore aspects and placements will manifest differently for all of us.

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 ༊*·˚ ˗ venus in the 12H | scorpio / cancer venus: unknown / nth — hozier

you called me angel for the first time my heart leapt from me you smile now, i can see its pieces still stuck in your teeth and what's left of it, i listen to it tick every tedious beat going unknown as any angel to me do you know, i could break beneath the weight of the goodness, love, i still carry for you? that i'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you?

i feel like it's worth mentioning that hozier has venus in aquarius in his 12H, which makes so much sense when you listen to his music. these placements are, i feel, indicative of loving extremely hard, even to your own detriment. they tend to crave deep, nurturing, spiritual connections in love. and although they might have the capacity to understand people on a deeper level, rarely is that level of understanding reciprocated to them in love (especially the venus 12th housers), which can result in this feeling of being "unknown". y'all's suffering usually results in amazing art though, which can be an upside depending on how you look at it lmao

༊*·˚ ˗ moon in the 8H | moon square / opposite pluto or saturn: good days — SZA

said i'm not tryna be a nuisance, it's just urgent tryna make sense of loose change got me a war in my mind gotta let go of weight, can't keep what's holding me choose to watch while the world break up and fall on me all the while, i'll await my armored fate with a smile still wanna try, still believe in good days

as an 8H moon native i literally cannot listen to this song without crying lmfao. i feel like there’s so much inner emotional turmoil that people with these placements experience, and these experiences can definitely harden somebody into the type of person who’s emotionally avoidant and seeks to escape through their work or self-destructive habits. or, they become someone who, despite of what they’ve been through, utilize their understanding of the “darker” side of life to help others, and at least attempt to seek out things that bring them joy recognize that you don't have to view life through the lens of the fucked up shit you've been through.

༊*·˚ ˗ venus in the 9H / taurus ruling over the 9H: bliss abroad — masego ft. sheléa

i'm a boss, i know you like that spend it all, and make it all back see the sea view right from the cockpit just a preview to one of god's gifts i love the way we have no limitations, every night a celebration you take me there you exceed my expectation, beyond imagination

this is such a cute placement to have, both in natal and synastry. in the natal chart, it can indicate being someone who finds pleasure in traveling and learning about cultures that are vastly different than yours, and even finding spiritual fulfillment through doing so. it also shows being someone who enjoys traveling and exploring uncharted territory with their partner (or finding love in a different country), as well as feeling the most fulfilled in a relationship with someone who you feel "enlightens" you and brings newfound wisdom to your day to day life. these natives could also end up attaining wealth through these endeavors as well.

༊*·˚ ˗ sun trine or sextile black moon lilith | mars conjunct uranus | venus aspecting mars / pluto (synastry): stroke — banks

it’s always in my head everything is always about you tell me you’re a book that i misread you just wanna tell me what to do you want me, you want me want me to stroke your ego beg for it, die for it i got the touch placebo

i like to refer to aspects and placements like these as the "you not finna tell me what the fuck to do" indicators. with the natal aspects, these are typically the type of people who like to push against the boundaries just to see how far they can go, and enjoy ruffling other peoples' feathers for fun. they're also visionaries, and tend to prioritize their individuality above all else and enjoy encouraging others to feel empowered as well. on the other hand, the synastry aspects can indicate a strong level of physical attraction and sexual compatibility, when they're afflicted it can very much so lead to power struggles, with mars/pluto being the one attempting to assert some form of dominance or control over venus. how that ends up playing out depends on the context of the individual natal charts of those involved, personally i'd rather eat a denim jacket than let somebody (especially a man) tell me what to do, but i digress.

༊*·˚ ˗ moon / mercury in 3H (synastry) | sun in pisces / taurus (composite): are you even real? — james blake

all i can do is trust in her late nights, i can see the lust in her acid rain is a first for her skies open up, share a cup with her cracking seals, guilty no appeal trip down the hill, strawberry fields are you even real? she said, "tell me how you feel" are you even real?

3H synastry is so sweet and so underrated, probably because it's not a house that people typically look at for an indication of "romance", but i feel like communication is an integral part of relationships that (clearly) nobody really takes into account. moon and mercury in the 3H can be indicative of giving/receiving words of affirmation with someone, as well as an ease in not only expressing your emotions to someone but having a very strong intellectual connection to them. it could also be indicative of having a strong bond with their siblings or immediate family as well. i also mentioned sun in pisces and taurus in the composite chart because the production of this song is so ethereal, and the lyrics are very domestic in a sense? i feel like it's representative of the spiritual connection and compassion that pisces brings, alongside the pleasure and security found in building a home with the person you love.

༊*·˚ ˗ pisces moon / mercury: count me out — kendrick lamar

i care too much, wanna share too much in my head too much, i shut down too i ain't there too much, i'm a complex soul they layered me up, then broke me down and moralities dust, i lack in trust

pisces moons are truly god's strongest soldiers lmfao. i spoke on this in a previous post and i'll reiterate it again because it's so real, but pisces is the only water sign without "armor", and therefore the water sign that tends to get hurt the most. and i'm speaking in terms of the archetype and not necessarily every person with prominent pisces placements when i say this (pls do not come up under this post talking about a pisces that hurt your feelings, we do not care), but pisces are very sensitive and kind-hearted by nature, and with the moon in pisces that can very easily manifest as becoming "captain save a hoe" and trying to help and fix everyone around you, even to your own detriment. in regard to having mercury in pisces, i feel like the upside is having a very romanticized way of speech and a general "poetic" ideological approach to life, and the downside is getting lost in your thoughts, as well as being misrepresented or not clearly understood in communication/connection to others, and therefore "shutting down" and opting not to speak at all.

༊*·˚ ˗ sun / venus trine or sextile neptune (natal or synastry): two weeks — fka twigs

i'll put you first, just close your eyes and dream about it higher than a motherfucker, dreaming of you as my lover i'll quench your thirst, just chase the high and stop your doubting flying like a streamer, thinking of new ways to do each other

i'm not gonna hold you, i feel like this is the perfect example of a song fully encapsulating what an aspect feels like. i feel like these aspects can make someone very ethereal, they may have a tendency to come off as impersonal or "out of reach" to those around them, and are typically very intuitive and spiritually-inclined. in synastry, this could make someone view their partner through a dream-like lens. aside from neptune's malefic characteristics (which typically show up more with conjunctions or challenging aspects) it's energy paired with the sun and venus can make a relationship feel like a fairy-tale in a sense. they may have a telepathic connection with one another, visit each other or communicate through the astral realm, and their intimacy can feel like a very spiritual experience for both parties.

as always, if you have any of the aspects or placements mentioned let me know how it manifests in your own life! and if you have any songs that you feel like are representative of any placements feel free to drop them below, i'm always looking for new music to listen to!

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[pinkandlilacroses]

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Angel - Paige bueckers

part 2

• summary {when an unsuspecting girl falls for the basketball star}

• warnings {smut}

• comment if you would like to be added to the taglist

bellas’s pov

paige

- you wanna come over

what. the. fuck. yes, yes i do. but i don’t want to be ‘just another girl’ to her

fuck

bella

- why

- don’t you have other girls to fuck

i know that sounds rude, but its true. i’m not gonna get used by that tall, blonde, gorgeou-

wait, what am i saying.

paige

- i want u tho

fuck. should i go?

no i shouldn’t, yes i should, no, yes, no, yes

bella

- i’m straight

i mean, its the truth. i guess

paige

- you sure angel

no i’m not sure, also call me angel again. fuck

bella

- i’m sure

i’m not

paige

- then why don’t i believe you

cause its not true

bella

- you should

- cause its true

paige

- i don’t wanna believe it

fuck.

bella

- goodnight

“fuck” i scream into my pillow, thank god Avery is at Jakes tonight.

should i go

no

yes

ugh.

i cant stop thinking about her, for the past hour my favourite activity hasn’t been executed because of this tall, blonde, gorgeous girl.

fuck. im gonna regret this

bella

- whats your dorm number

paige

- 354

bella

- coming

i quickly put on some mascara and change into sweats and a hoodie. this is fucked

i start walking (running) to paige’s

i’m gonna regret this

“i knew you would change your mind” paige says, while opening her door. fuck she looks good, she has changed into a white t-shirt and boxer shorts. fuck

“shut up” i say, smashing my lips to hers, wrapping my arms around her neck and she grips my waist.

after a couple minutes, her tongue begins to explore my mouth and i let out a soft moan and she lets out a soft chuckle in response.

without breaking the kiss, she begins leading us to her room

i’m gonna regret this. i’ve never done anything with a girl before, i want to, but its my first time. i guess i’m nervous

paige throws me on her bed and kneels on-top of me, taking me in.

“you still straight” she says smugly. fuck i hate her

“i dont know” i say breathlessly, fuck i hate how vulnerable i’m being right now

she laughs, literally laughs in response.

“i think your straight” she says, at the same time taking off my hoodie.

fuck i didn’t wear a bra

“no bra princess” she says, smirking at me

fuck.

“its for you” i say, shocked at my own confidence, why am i so confident, i wasn’t 5 seconds ago

“good girl” she says, latching onto my left side and massaging my right nipple.

fuck. call me good girl again

i let out soft, breathy moans and she hums in response.

dont get me wrong, i love what shes doing. but i want her downstairs, you get me.

“paige” i say, almost out of breath

“yes baby” she says, still attached to my skin

“can you touch me” i say, almost begging

she moves from her old position and she is now extremely close to my face “where do you want me to touch you princess”

folded

i take her hand and move it to my core

she raises her eyebrows and begins to take off my sweats, painfully slow.

i let out an agitated grunt, and she doesn’t speed up. is she truing to kill me

after 3 hours, my sweats are off and she spots the wet patch on my panties. fuck. thats embarrassing

i cover my face in sheer embarrassment and she tears them away.

she starts to touch the wet patched formed and lets out an accomplished sigh.

“paige please, stop teasing”

she begins to take my panties off, with her teeth. fuck i’m dead.

my pussys glistening from my wetness and i want to die. why is she doing this to me

“so wet angel” she says, admiring me

i let out a moan, extremely annoyed by how long this is taking

she gats the hint and begins lowering her tongue to me.

“oh my god” i moan, shamelessly arching my back

flattening her tongue and licking up and down my folds, she hums against my core. i cant stop moaning

she moves to my entrance and begins teasing, and a string of pornographic moans come from my mouth.

she begins to pump her tongue in and out of my entrance, while looking up at me. fuck

“fuck paige, my clit please” i say, begging

“desperate slut, aren’t you?” she says, cocking her head up at me and i cant help but moan at that comment.

she attacks my clit and moves two of her fingers up to my mouth. fuck

“fuck paige, fuck fuck fuck fuck” i moan

“suck” she demands

i try my best to suck her long, skinny fingers but its probably a shitty attempt.

she moves her fingers from my mouth and moves them to my entrance. shit

“paige fuck” i scream as she enters me, mouth still on my clit. my hands are in her hair, pushing her down

she curls her fingers, hitting my g spot exactly and i cant stop moaning, borderline screaming.

“fuck paige, im close” i say, barley getting the words out

“cum for me angel” and those words send me over the edge. i feel myself tense around her fingers, and my back arching more that i thought i ever could, paige helps me ride out my climax

“fuck” she says, laying down next to me, im completely out of breath

“ok, you can go now” she says, facing me

i shouldn’t have done this.

#paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers headcannons #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers #uconn #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball

[catgirlbussy]

im gonna do a lil sadpost, as a treat. if u dun wanna read that or interact or anything there's no harm done <3 it kinda feels nice sayin stuff into the void tbh, cause i know as i look out ill always see myself at minimum, and im still thankful. im alive. if someone can relate or whatever then thats a neat bonus ★

I'm not super sure how to formulate these thoughts, cause lots of it is just incompressible /feeling/. I've been on HRT for close to two years now, and modifying my internal physical landscape alongside the work I put in with the ways I've learned sharing benefit so far, like therapy and self-directed exploration of my emotions and the simple but vital practice of being more open with others about how I'm feeling, has uncovered a lot.

It's been overwhelmingly positive in so many ways. I don't have any regrets for starting this set of changes, even with full knowledge of the difficulties I've had rise as a result and that more are on the horizon, and also full awareness in that I will need to continue putting in the *good* work to care for myself and learn how to navigate the parts in my mind I'd kept hidden or obscured for so long. It's not /bad/, I feel so grateful to have this opportunity at all and I feel bounteous joys in this trove of beautiful experiences that, up 'till not too long ago, I never thought I'd be able to experience -- though I absolutely still dreamed of having them so vividly.

I have a lot of good graces in my life re: my transition. In a lot of ways I feel I've been exceedingly lucky. Canada has its fair share of problems without a doubt, but I also know full well there are a lot more places on our planet where it's much more difficult to be openly trans, let alone dangerous or lethal. I don't take that as an opportunity to rest, either, because having cracks forming in the firmament, letting in light to my dream of a world where trans experiences are accepted (and to note most thoroughly, I'm learning more of a lot of cultures in days gone by, /including some aspects of my own heritage/, having extended gender representations ingrained in their societal norms, some as far even to revere the dynamic and unique experience of existing beyond the gender binary in whatever way they saw as such) for **everyone** spurs in me an even deeper and impassioned drive to work in the ways I'm able to foster communication and connection while rebuking hostility so more and more beautiful, valid trans folks can experience respite and respect and safety as well.

I'm not wanting necessarily to change minds and upend the posture of society with this particular post, though, and so I hope you'll forgive me in my expressing my small, localised set of emotions in this moment. At the root of everything I experience I'm starting to get better at reminding myself that I'm a valid *individual person* in addition to being a contributor in the push for good and kindness for all.

It's probably telling that I feel the need to offer ~4 paragraphs as a disclaimer that I spend time learning about the global scale and am effortful in enacting progress there before just getting on with what I'm even feeling sad about. I don't see myself as a holy martyr for being nervous about expressing myself, but it seems more and more common evidently rather than by my hypothesis alone that many trans individuals would get by prior to exploring their gendered identity with burgeoning self-acceptance with a marked self-exclusionary behaviour when it came to opening themselves to emotional experience, regardless of any given instance being gendered or not. Until it becomes unmanageable, it feels easier to lock away senses of joy, sadness, etc. cause you can keep gettin on by in a sort of functional state and you tell yourself thats enough.

This is far from the worst thing I've come across so far, but I am feeling confused and the confusion is unique in its own way to the extent that I'm not even able to pin down how I /feel/ about feeling it. At its heart I can't seem to muster the right formulation of words to explain to others these particular experiences I'm having in my transition. Painting in broad strokes can be such disservice to the nuance for any individual's cluster of experiences, but tumblr if anything *for me* has brought much happiness in finding threads of commonality with others. Stark contrasts to my feelings of loneliness and seclusion from the world around me give me so much hope. I'm writing this partly in hopes that there is another one of those threads people might appreciate seeing. I do more than my fair share of journaling, but this one feels special and worth sharing right now, and so decadently I write these words for a community beyond myself.

To be blunted, perhaps I might phrase it by saying 'i feel sad about being happy.' It's that sort of absurdist perspective that helps me wrap my head around it a little better with how little sense it makes to my normal machinations. I'm not sad that I am having these new and thrilling experiences of adding or or changing parts of myself to live in the way I best see fit for who I am, but I feel sad because I don't know how to.

I get locked up at the slightest things. Someone compliments my nails, and its so hard to communicate efficiently the impossibly depthed importance this literally surficial act has for me. They aren't even painted well, but I painted them /myself/, I felt catharsis in exploring my love of artistic expression in the choice of colours, I rode high on the thrill of watching this new skill form in my own hands. The coat is uneven and I can't quite keep myself from getting knicks in places as they dry yet and I'm still practicing the nail care associated with maintaining healthy and resilient nails, but if I can be so bold to say, god forbid women do anything.

This person obviously wasn't chastising me for partaking in a traditionally "femininely-associated act", let alone that so thoroughly most things people take for gendered in no way innately are, the whole binary supposition is a damned myth. But because of how I was brought up and the mindset I was taught to have before I fought to think for myself instead, this was a joy I'd always admired but felt I was abhorrent for wanting to partake in. Absolutely anyone who feels otherwise can irrevocably go fuck themselves if they aren't willing to examine the falsity of the foundational thoughts they 'think' they have leading them to ever want someone to abstain from such a viscerally unobstructive and innocuous form of self exploration and creativity bexause it's "for girls". This goes for anything. For anyone. Idc who you are or what label you wanna use at any given moment, go explore. Live life. God fuck do we need people to just experience joy in some ways so we aren't so incorrigible and hostile towards eachother.

But you don't stop whoever took 15 seconds out of their say to mention to you they like the colour and wanted you to know to discurse at length upon the structural bastardisation of who people are allowed to be, cause more than any of that I just want to feel happy about it.

I literally stutter out whatever form of thanks my malformed emotionally-communicative faculties can muster in this surprise and try not to start sobbing in the grocery store aisle or whatever. It's so /good/, and it's so frustrating that I don't even know how to just process and appreciate that it is.

I was so much an absentee in my own bodied self that I could not fathom an understanding of what gender euphoria was until it snuck up smashed me in the teeth. I didn't have any basis of understanding for what it was really like to be happy about some part of myself.

Despite my loneliness I have still had the experiences of friendships, people caring about me, and relationships where a partner genuinely appreciated parts of me, physical, mental, emotional, whatever. More now than ever I am having those experiences as I learn to come out of my cloister inside my head. But this time I'm not just numb to everything. Sure, as I'm learning to not just be unilaterally numb until my bastion of self-isolation fails and I break there is abundance of pain, but the pain I honestly prefer. It's more vivid than it's ever been before, but I can benchmark that I'm still alive by its contrast to neutrality. It's familiar, and my mechanisms of clutching my emotions into my soul can still carry me forward as I try to figure things out. But fuck me is it ever hard to have a happy experience and not know how to communicate that it tore my sense of stability in those moments to shreds. To lose the composure that carried me for so many years because someone sought to share something with me they thought I'd appreciate because they care about me feels so counterproductive to just enjoying the absolute gift that experience is.

Abstractly, as I'm wont to do to a remarkably self-apparent fault, I can tell myself that these things take time. Human emotion is so complex, and its panoply of shifting lights glinting as the facets move their positioning relative to the light of being alive is what drives me to do art, and it always has been, contradictory so fully to my desire to lock everything away. I can't circumnavigate multiple decades of trauma and be free and unfettered in my senses in an instant just because I'm aware it's possible. And so I try so fucking hard not to just sit down and cry in that grocery store aisle, cause it hurts so bad to be happy.

How dare I find glints of good in the polluted landscape we live in. But that mindset helps nothing. People striving to live amidst turmoil is what makes life worth living. There will always be strife, but there will always be the possibility for hope alongside it.

Without fail, each night I'll self-soothe myself into a mode of somewhat-restfulness imagining what it would be like to trust myself enough to be imperfect and let someone hold me. It's the only thing I do anymore. It even backfires sometimes and I just waking-dream my way through countless blissful scenarios about what it would be like if that cute girl I've been starting to become friends with mentioned she wanted to hold my hand for hours until the sun comes up and I know I won't have any sleep at all. It's so goddamn worth it. I revel in it, because at least in the theatre of my mind I can find small ways of letting myself feel those joys. They aren't really happening. It's my own hand rubbing a thumb gently along my collarbone in a faux affection. But it's the only way I've found that's not so obstructively blinding in intensity for me to practice what it would be like to be close to others.

I still lose my sense of self so often. I find bruises from where I bumped into things and wholesale didn't notice until the tiredness sets in and I can't autonomously ignore how sore I am. I dive effortlessly into the placid waters of dissociation when someone gives me a hug, despite that being what I have dreamed of for so many years during my self-imposed isolation. Someone tells me they like an art piece I've made and I stopper any sense of pride or appreciation for their kind words despite pouring however much time channeling my slowly uncoiling understanding of reality into every particle of it and wishing that my experiences could convey any amount of any feeling whatsoever to another living being with the entirely selfish act of wanting that I feel like I had a real connection.

I can't get by with chainsmoking and shelf-set pain medications and blind ignorance any more. I can't ignore how badly I want to feel. I am figuring it out instant by instant and it scares me horribly. One day my yearnings for closeness will be actualised because I'll be ready to open when they come. My selfsense-extracted mutterings of the hypothetical joys of being pressed down into sheets and kissed because someone deigned to gift me with attention for they hold appreciation of this newly forming, ill-configured, but ultimately revelatory feminine self I'm becoming will no longer be fiction and prose but the rawness of experience that I, once, and then more, can lose myself into without terror thay I'm inadequate and never truly worth it. Someone will touch my breasts and love me for loving them myself and I'll give in to the annihilating instant where I am no longer a sense of self but just am. This body is not me but my, and I will scrape and fight however I can muster to live vicariously thru it because that is what I am meant to do by being here alive at all. If anything ever again I want to feel what love is like.

I'm not even reading this back to see if it conveys properly let alone makes sense at all. I'm exhausted and in so much pain. If you read this, thanks, and, if you can, go hug someone you love today.

#acceptance #love #kindness #affection #expression #long post #tldr #hope #trans #transgender #trans femme #trans girl #transition #hrt #hormones #mtf #pride #self love

[analogwriting]

Recovery

Smutilogue (amab edition) Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader word count: 3k first|afab version a/n: here's the cora smut y'all been feinding for. technically, this is an epilogue, but it also works as standalone. im lit as shit rn as usual when i write that shit - so enjoy. as usual, there are two versions. one afab, one amab but they both have diff things happen. (one rails the other rides ain't that great) also amore is love in italian and amor is love in spanish which tbh its cute n funny to me

“Ugh, it's so nice to finally be home,” you grumbled as you walked into the door of your house. At this point, you hadn't been home for a month and a half, but luckily you had cleaning services to maintain everything while you were away. Marco had also been sure to check on the house, he had a spare key, after all. 

“I think this is the first time I've been in your home.” You looked back to Corazon who was closing the door. “Well, benvenuto in casa mia.” You chuckled as you set your things down. Man, it was good to be home. 

You set your things down on the couch, letting Corazon explore your place while you checked everything. Windows, exits, the likes. You just wanted to make sure no one had broken in at any point. Marco had done this for you too and you had an alarm system, but with recent events, you couldn't be too cautious at this point. 

You headed into your room, seeing your boyfriend standing and staring at something on the floor in your closet. “Whatcha doin’?” 

You could've swore he jumped ten feet in the air. He looked back at you with panic in his eyes as he closed the door. “N-Nothing!”

Your expression changed to that of a droll one. “I don't believe that for a single fucking second.” You walked over, moving him and opening the door. 

Oh. Right. You'd forgotten that you meant to go through that and get rid of some stuff. 

There, in the middle of your closet, was a box of sex toys. You weren't embarrassed about it, if anything you were amused. You snorted, looking at him. He couldn't make eye contact with you. “Oh, you're just the cutest.” You reached up, pinching his cheek, causing his face to turn a deeper shade of red. 

“What's got you so flustered, amore? Imagine me using these on you?”

You heard him gasp softly and you looked at him, his face still a bright red. You grinned. The two of you held out this long despite almost jumping each other a couple of times. You could see his blush creeping down his neck and to his collarbone, his breathing became shallow. Oh, he absolutely was thinking of you using these on him.

“Oh, you dirty boy,” you mused and he frowned, quickly turning to head out of the room. You grabbed his wrist, pulling him back. You moved just right to get him to stumble onto the bed, quickly straddling him in the process. 

He looked at you with wide eyes, but he wasn't protesting. “Y-You should be recovering,” he mumbled. A large smile spread across your face. 

“That's all I've been doing.” However, if he was uncomfortable, you weren't gonna make him do anything. “But, if you don't wanna, that's okay.” You kissed him softly, smiling against him before moving to slide off his lap. 

Before you could go too far, you felt his hands on your hips, pulling you forward. You blinked, looking at him. His face was still bright red, but you could see the lusty haze beginning to form in his eyes. 

“Only if you're sure you don't need to recover some more,” he said. 

A smug smile spread across your face. “Oh, I'm just fine.” You kissed him again, hungrier this time. The two of you groaned against each other as it quickly became a heated exchange. You appreciated his concern, but you were just fine and you were about to be even better. 

You pressed a hand to his chest, pushing him down into the bed, following suit as you kissed at him. You reached under his shirt, feeling him up. You slowly lifted his shirt, resting it above his chest as your lips trailed to his neck, leaving hickies in their wake. Your hands explored his body, fingers gently tracing his scars. He shivered, his breathing shaking as small noises of pleasure escaped his lips.

Having him at your mercy like this was…delicious. 

Your fingers brushed over his nipples, twirling around them before pinching them softly. He gasped, arching his back. This was something you could definitely get used to. You moved down, beginning to kiss at his chest now; your lips gently pressing against his skin. He pressed into you as he moaned your name.

Who knew he could be so submissive? Sure, he always gave in to you, but you didn’t think that he’d be this submissive in bed. You were going to make sure to give him the shag of his life. 

You continued to kiss down his torso, taking a couple of detours to kiss a scar here and there. You two had that in common; bodies littered with scars from your former lifestyle that you were born into and were able to escape from. You reached the waistband of his pants, beginning to unbutton them. His breathing had already grown shallow as he looked down at you with a flushed face. 

You sat up for a moment, just admiring his beauty. Him just laying before you, face and body flushed, beginning to glisten with sweat. His chest was moving up and down rapidly as he was already breathless. His shirt pushed up over his chest with his pants slightly undone while looking disheveled…you honestly were tempted to take a picture. Though, Marco had access to your phone, you didn’t want to embarrass Corazon like that.

A grin slowly stretched across your face. “Already this worked up?” You could tell by the tent in his pants that he was more than ready for you to do whatever you pleased with him.

You absolutely planned on riding him - give him the time of his life. He deserved it after all he's done for you and the fact he's stuck around despite the absolute shit show your life has been the past couple of months. 

“How can I not be? I've been waiting forever,” he mumbled, looking away from you, covering his mouth with his hand. You just grinned at him like an idiot for a moment. His gaze shifted back to you. “W-What?”

“Nothing, you're just so pretty,” you mused, licking your lips. He groaned softly, covering his face again and you chuckled, finally making your next move. 

Your hands moved quickly, freeing him from the constraints of his pants. He twitched and throbbed against your hand as the cool air hit him. You expected him to be on the bigger side considering how large the man was himself, but you weren't too worried about it. You had experience with some large toys in your day.

You leaned down, pressing your lips to the base of his cock. His breathing hitched and he let out a tiny whine. “You tease too much,” he mumbled. 

You just smiled at him. “It's because you're so fun to tease.” You decided to do so just a little bit more. Taking your tongue, you started from the base, dragging it along the underside all the way to the top before swirling it around his head and pressing a kiss to it. The entire time he whined, his back arching - he was completely and totally at your mercy.

“Please,” he mumbled, his voice breathy and desperate. Oh, you liked that. “Please what?” you asked, beginning to stroke him, your thumb brushing over his head. 

He just looked at you with a pained look in his eyes, his hips bucking slightly, begging for more friction. His pupils were blown with lust and you were eating it up. “Please stop teasing me,” he gasped as you squeezed him slightly as his base. 

“Mm, I guess.” You decided to finally show him some mercy. You could tease him further, make him say even lewder things, but you decided to take it easy this time around. This was only the first time, after all. There'd be plenty more to come. You wanted to hear him yell your name, honestly. Nothing would get you going more than being able to hear him desperately calling your name in such a lewd manner. 

Finally, you gave him what he wanted, sliding him down your throat. Every time you did something like this, you were a bit worried about getting lockjaw so you tried your best not to overextend your jaw. Even if it did happen, you were a doctor and could take care of it, but it wouldn't make it any less embarrassing. 

Your eyes widened slightly as he rolled his hips, shoving himself down your throat even further. You pressed down on his hips, holding him in place as you pulled off of him for a moment. “Careful there, eager mcbeaver. I'm the one in charge,” you said, panting a bit. He looked down at you through half lidded eyes, pouting slightly. Fuck, he was so hot. 

You resumed what you were doing, taking him into your mouth once more. You could feel him straining under you to keep from moving. Good boy, you’d be sure to reward him well. It wasn't long before you started to work him, bobbing your head as your hands gripped at his thighs - mostly keeping him in place. You could also feel that he was going to be sent over the edge at any moment. 

Using one of your hands, you began to fondle his balls, causing him to whimper and moan. “Y/n!” His voice was a high whine, breaking halfway through. You gave his balls as nice tug and squeeze, causing him to buck his hips and shoving himself down your throat even further than the time before. He moaned loudly as he came and you did your best to not choke at his sudden movements. You were glad you didn’t have much of a gag reflex, but he still made it a bit hard.

Though, you should've seen that coming from a mile away. 

You pulled off of him, swallowing every bit of cum he had before fully pulling off of him. You were panting heavily, as was he. He placed an arm over his face as you moved up. You removed it, kissing him hard. “I'm sorry,” he mumbled against you, so breathless you almost didn't hear him. 

You smiled. “It's okay. I should've expected it. I didn’t exactly play fair.”

You sat up again, running a hand through your hair. “I know you were eyeballing the toys, but I think this time around, we'll just go with what we got,” you mused, kissing him again. “But don't worry, I'll ride you so well you won't even be thinking about anything else.” His eyes widened at your words, his face turning a darker shade of red and you just laughed. 

“God, you're so cute.” You kissed him again before sitting up again. 

You moved quickly, removing your pants and underwear. Your own erection twitched with anticipation and excitement. It felt much better now that you weren't trapped in the confines of your own pants. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been so turned on. You were almost sent over the edge just by blowing him.

As much as you just wanted to pounce on his cock right then and there, you knew it'd been too long and you needed to prepare yourself. You hopped off of him, going over to your nightstand and rummaging around before you finally found your lube. You were worried for a second you didn't have any. That would've been the ultimate cock block honestly. 

“I'll have to stretch myself first. You're a big man,” you mused, a lazy smile on your face as you licked your lips and winked. You were going to be full tonight and it made your heart race. 

Corazon sat up a little, grabbing you and pulling you into the bed. He pushed you into the pillows, hovering over you. “Let me do it, then.” You looked up at him, your own eyes wide, face ablaze. You couldn't form any words, just nodding before squeaking out an “O-Okay.” 

He took the bottle from you, slicking his own fingers with it. “It'll be easier if I do it, right?” You just nodded, gasping as you felt him press one of his digits against you before sliding it inside. You shivered, moaning softly. 

Luckily, it wouldn't be the first time taking it up the ass, so you didn't have to worry about being relaxed. You just needed to loosen up a little.

You squirmed, rolling your hips a bit as he moved his finger inside of you, adding another one to the mix. You pressed into the bed, your back arching slightly as you moaned. Shit, you might have to just let him fuck you now. 

But not enjoy the view of him under you? You couldn't give up that easily. 

He began to scissor his fingers inside of you and you pulled him into a hard kiss. His fingers were long and slender, reaching deep within you and driving you wild already. He slipped another inside of you and you honestly couldn't take it anymore. You were more than ready, you needed this man inside of you. 

“Pull your fingers out,” you mumbled against him. He did as you said, pulling them out and you whined, bucking your hips slightly and shivering. You placed a hand on his chest and flipped positions with him, straddling him once more. 

“I kind of liked making you squirm. Not something I see often,” he said, looking up at you. You smiled down at him, winking. “Don't worry, you'll have plenty of opportunities, I promise you.”

With that, you moved back, feeling his erection press against you. A shiver ran down your spine, anticipation growing all the while. You knew this was going to be fucking great. 

You lifted yourself up slightly, feeling the head press against you. His hands placed themselves on your hips, helping steady you. Your head started spinning the more you stretched for him. You could feel your walls twitching as they expanded to fit him inside, slowly pulling him in. 

Then he just…pulled you down. Your eyes widened and you cried out as he rubbed against all your good spots. It sent you over the edge, feeling yourself climax for the first time tonight. You were panting heavily, doubled over slightly as your legs and body shook post nut. 

“S-Sorry,” he mumbled, panting. You looked at him, breathing heavily. “You are so lucky that I love you,” you breathed, closing your eyes to gather yourself again. That had thrown you in for a loop but you were recovering now. If that had been anyone else you would've long since pulled yourself off of them and left. 

But, when Corazon did it, it was kind of hot. 

He frowned apologetically and you could tell he felt bad, but it wouldn't last very long as you began to move, successfully distracting him. You felt his hands dig into your thighs as you started rolling your hips. You moved slowly at first, trying to find a good pace and get back into the swing of things. He went to roll his hips too but you pressed a hand against him. 

“Not yet, lemme adjust first.” 

He looked at you with those puppy dog eyes and you almost broke. The both of you would be yelling and crying out each other's names soon enough. 

As you found your pacing, it wasn't long before you were flat out bouncing on his dick. The sounds were sloppy and wet as they rang off the walls, the both of you moaning and panting. You could hear him begging for something you couldn't quite make out, but it was accompanied by lots of yeses so you assumed it was good. 

You felt his hands suddenly grip your ass and you gasped surprise. He held you still, pushing you forward slightly so you were bending as he spread your cheeks. “Cor-” You were going to ask him what he was doing when he started ravaging you with no mercy. Your eyes widened and rolled back as he slammed in and out of you, moving his hips quickly and desperately. 

You quickly became a drooling, sobbing mess and it wasn't long before he suddenly slammed into your sweet spot, making you scream his name. Your vision went white for a moment and you came hard, making a mess of the both of you for the second time, but he didn't stop. He kept pumping in and out of you ruthlessly. You were losing the feelings in your legs and you knew you weren't going to be walking tomorrow - and you honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

Finally, he stilled, burying himself deep inside of you as he reached his climax. You let out a long mewl as you felt yourself being filled by him in more ways than one. “Fuuuck,” you whined, your eyes glued to the back of your head as your body shuddered with another orgasm. 

The both of you were panting, you felt like you were on cloud nine and higher than a kite. Your entire body was buzzing and shaking.

Slowly, he pulled out of you and you whined softly, eyes rolling back slightly. You felt something run down your leg once he pulled out and it didn't take a genius to know what that was. 

You collapsed on top of him, eyes closed as you tried to get the world around you to stop spinning and you felt yourself moving up and down as he tried to catch his own breath. 

“I don't think I can feel my legs,” you mumbled, your breathing slowing down some. He chuckled, shaking you slightly. “Sorry about that.” The both of you chuckled, settling down. You felt exhaustion creeping in. You were technically still in recovery, after all. 

“Mm, I love you, amore.” You pressed a kiss to his chest before closing your eyes again. 

“I love you too, amor.” He pressed a kiss against your head before settling in. It wasn't long before the two of you were out for the count. 

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OVERLOVED

CHAPTER 2

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pair : jjk x y/n

synopsis : you meet jungkook when you're trying to find another tenant for a spare room in the house you rent a room in, you have to lie to get your landlord to let him stay. Life turns upside down from there.

genre : roommates to lovers, fake dating, slow burn, smut, fluff, bantering, pining, yearning, college students, aspirant professor jk, aspirant journalist y/n, reader is a child of divorce, both have trust issues, mild angst, sexual exploration, first love, impromptu dates, soulmates.

Chapter 2

Connected

Mr Choi's house was a duplex house with a room downstairs where he resided alone and a washroom for his use. He couldn't climb stairs easily and thus, avoided coming upstairs leading you to take charge of cleaning the small space.

The door of your room opened a little further from where the stairs ended and adjacent to your room was the other one, now Jungkook's. At the end of the tiny corridor was the bathroom.

Jungkook stood looking at the empty truck with a proud smile. He was finally done bringing all his stuff although it wasn't that much, to his new room. He was drenched in sweat from head to toe as you could see his skin shining under the sun and the white t-shirt damp both front and back.

"All done?" You asked him.

"Can you see anything left inside the truck? No, right... so what compels you to ask me." He said with his hands resting on his waist when you looked at him with your mouth open.

"Courtesy. Which you clearly don't have in you" you replied walking away from him.

"I really need a shower" he said wiping the sweat dropping from his face. You looked at him scrunching his face, his hair drenched wet, it mustn't feel comfortable at all. He really needed that shower.

"Let me show you the way. The bathroom will be shared so don't enter until you thoroughly check I'm using it or not" you tell him even though you know he is a fully functioning adult who doesn't needs to be told such things but something inside you enjoys it when he's vexed by you.

"I'm not pea brained. Get that inside your smaller than a pea sized brain." He said as he walked behind you, annoyed.

"What's smaller than a pea?" You asked him twisting his own words.

"Your brain" he answered in a witty manner and you walked faster rolling your eyes at him.

"If you wanna have ramen come downstairs. I'm going to make some." You informed him when he walked inside the bathroom quickly not paying much attention to its shabby appearance.

"Could you just tell me which side is hot and which one is cold?" He asked coming back outside right when you were about to go down the stairs. Said he had a fear of burning himself from a past experience.

"Sure" you said before walking inside the bathroom with him and showing him how the tap worked. It was a very old one so a person new to it would surely take some time to get used to it. He thanked you this time verbally, must've remembered your remark about being courteous.

Your eyes suddenly fell on the rope near the sink where you had left your bra in the morning. You had gotten into the bad habit of leaving your stuff everywhere as you were the only person using the bathroom until now. His eyes moved towards your line of sight and he quickly turned around. He didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

"Shit..." you muttered quickly grabbing it from there.

"It's okay it's just a piece of cloth..." he said still facing the wall. "Just don't judge me if I happen to forget something around here.." he said turning around looking at you stand with your back pressed to the wall.

"I'm certain you wear strawberry print boxers" you joked to lighten the awkward air.

"Now are you leaving? Or should I just shower in front of you cause I can't bear this layer of sweat on me for even a minute more" he said mockingly looking at your face still red with embarrassment when you quickly made your way outside. You let out a deep breath as if you've been holding it all along, your eyebrows furrowed, brain cursing at yourself in disappointment.

When you walked ahead your steps halted as Mr Choi was standing in front of you. He looked at you with a glare as your bra fell down from your hands. You quickly grabbed it and shoved it inside your top. The sound of water meeting the floor from the shower echoed inside the bathroom as Jungkook started it at the worst moment there could be.

He must've sighed in relief but it sounded like a mumbled moan. Mr Choi fumed in anger looking at you.

"What were you doing in there?" He shouted. "I told you not to fool around under my roof" he struck the floor with his wooden cane making you flinch.

"Mr Choi I was just showing him how the tap works and how to make the flush stop from overflowing." You told him your voice shaking as you were scared for your life. If he ended up calling your father it would be the end of you. Jeon Jungkook wasn't even a friend of yours and if he ever got to knew about your lies about him being your boyfriend, you'd be dead meat.

"What is there to show about that? It works just like any other normal tap. Does that boyfriend of yours not know how to use a tap? Where did he come from? The pluto planet? Stop making stupid excuses to me. What answer will I give to your father if something happens to you?" He kept saying, Jungkook didn't seem to have any idea about it as he was enjoying himself humming a song.

"Let me set that guy straight. Doesn't he knows how to control his desires? He needs to learn that." Mr Choi went towards the bathroom as you moved aside, feeling fearful for both you and the innocent man who had done nothing yet would have to be the prey to his wrath. He pushed the door open with his cane, the latch was rusted and the door could be opened with force from outside. Mr Choi refused to make any repairs to the bathroom as in his eyes it was perfect.

Jungkook screamed when Mr Choi suddenly entered the bathroom, covering his crotch with his hands.

"Look at the amount of water you're wasting!" Mr Choi said angrily turning off the shower.

"What the hell!" He shouted quickly wrapping his towel around his bottom.

"What are you hiding? I also have what you have" Mr Choi told him. Their conversation was making you laugh but you controlled it watching the seen from afar not looking at naked Jungkook though. Not that he was clearly visible in the darkness that filled the bathroom. You could only see a faint figure.

"Mine is better" Jungkook gave the wrong response at the wrong time. Male ego, you scoffed.

"What were you doing with her? She's such a young girl, you can't control your dick in front of her. Shame on you. You can't wait until your marriage. It's just a few more years..." Jungkook didn't say anything in response and stayed silent with his head bowed down looking at the floor.

You were sure in this moment he was the best tenant for this room that you could ever get. He understood the senility that comes with old age. You could never say anything to Mr Choi, he was a 72 year old widow whose children had abandoned him. You had seen how lonely he was before you came to live in this house. He didn't open up to you immediately but took a long time for it eventually starting to get deeply concerned of your safety and a bright future ahead. He supported you through your endeavours always kept a stock of healthy snacks for you to eat during late night study sessions. He always filled the bottles in the refrigerator so that you could always have cold water to drink even though he only drank warm water. He would bring you chocolates whenever your girlfriends came for a night stay.

And if you ever cried due to any mild inconvenience he was ready to fight the world for you. You'd seen him cry holding his old family photos and it broke your heart whenever he confessed to you his wishes of going away quickly as he had no reason to stay alive anymore. Everyone he had loved in his life had left him, and without love his life seemed to have nothing to look forward too.

When he asked you to find another tenant you knew you had to find someone who would treat him with respect just the way you did. You would kick away any ass that said anything to him. Jungkook was the right choice that you made. When he had contacted you for the first time your gut feeling told you just by looking at his profile picture he was the right one. His face radiated positivity, kindness and love.

Mr Choi came outside after a couple of minutes closing the door for Jungkook to get dressed.

"Don't worry he won't dare to touch you now..."

"He didn't..." you muttered.

"Don't you lie. I saw the way you came outside shocked and afraid. If he tries to do anything without your consent, if he tries to take advantage of your naivety, come directly to me. Okay?" You nodded in response.

"Go and study now, you wasted all day. I'll cook ramen for you. Bring that punk with you too." He walked away when you offered to help him go down the stairs, he insisted on going himself. You watched him until he had gone down safely. As much as he took care of you, you felt responsible of his safety too.

You sat down on your desk picking up your phone not realising it had been six hours since you last checked it. You were looking at some video your friend had sent you, when suddenly the phone fell from your hand on the desk fortunately when the door in front of you opened all of a sudden.

"Fuck! this house is creepy..." Jungkook jumped back from the door on discovering it opened into your room.

"It's not allowed to open this door" you said standing up from your desk and standing in front of the door looking at his shocked face.

"Sorry" he said closing it back but you stopped him.

"What is it now... I'm sorry I was just exploring around..." he said hand still holding the doorknob.

"I just wanted to ask something" you said not stepping ahead of your boundary where the wall of your room ended marked by red paint on the floor.

"Why did you let Mr Choi say all that to you?" You asked him looking at him waiting for a response.

"He reminds me of my own grandpa who passed away three years ago. He was kinda like this too... always worried I would end up getting someone pregnant and ruining my life. He had to sacrifice a lot because he had my father at a very young age. Why am I telling you this..." He said leaving hold of the doorknob.

"Oh..." you let out a breath with your mouth formed in an O, not finding anything else to say, at a loss for words.

"Why does this door even exist? It's so weird... what if you rob me in the night and runaway?" He said filling the silence.

"Why would I steal from you? What do you even have worth stealing? I'm satisfied with whatever I have..." you said looking around at his room as he was doing the same trying to not make it too obvious.

"Mr Choi's mother and his son used to live in these rooms. She was the one who took care of him mostly and that's why he had their rooms connected." You told him as he stood still in his spot.

"Whatever... I just want to get out of this place asap" he said with a sigh leaving his throat.

"You just came and already want to leave?" You chuckled when he rolled his eyes at you before shutting the door as it was before.

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Leosagi culture shocks I wanna see (based on my personal hcs)

Medicine/hygiene: as excited as Leo is to finally have Usagi visiting New York, you can't tell me that one of the first things Leo does isn't throwing his edo period boyfriend in the shower and chucking his clothes in the washing machine. Since they live in a sewer, Splinter made extra sure to drill good hygiene and cleanliness into his tots. As such Usagi's first two visits are spent learning about soap/shampoo (special kind for fur from Hidden City), toothbrushing, toilets, etc. I feel like he'd be amazed and shocked at how much cleanliness actually matters when it comes to health. He'd also be dragged to Donnie's lab frequently for vaccines. Even after bacteria and viruses are explained to him, Usagi would still be kind of scared and Leo is just holding his boyfriend's hand the whole time. Considering Leo is the resident medic, Usagi would be very interested in hearing Leo info dump on how surgeries and major wound stitches are done along with disinfection.

Modern tech: this one's obvious, he's from the Edo period and Leo is from the 21st century. Usagi is mesmerized by how advanced everything is and is shocked that none of it is magic. Donnie takes immense pleasure in educating Usagi in the ways of modern technology and how it all functions.

Culture: as a traveller, Usagi probably has quite the open mind for his time and generally appreciates the new cultures he comes across. I think he'd be so amazed at how big and how diverse the world is. Especially when it settles in how Japan (what was previously his whole world) is such a small part for an enormous planet. Considering that New York is an immigrant city, Usagi would probably adore how much of a cultural melting pot it is. Leo gets them some cloaking broaches and the two have several dates just exploring the cultural hubs of New York. Be it the traditional preserved cultures or the new ones created from the mesh.

Self expression: another thing I feel Usagi would appreciate is how freely people can express themselves. Be it gender or culturally, people just wear what they want. Especially people as nonchalant as the turtles. The four have been having fashion nights with April since forever and no way they didn't absolutely slay in dresses and skirts. No way they also didn't drag Usagi into their fashion shenanigans.

Art: it's canonically confirmed that Usagi is a lover of art in all its forms. He'd absolutely loose his mind at how many styles of everything there are. I can see him bonding with Mikey in this aspect, with the young turtle showing Usagi all the best drawing/painting techniques there are. Music is another big thing: he's that one dude who's spotify is just a mix of everything (different genres, languages, instruments, etc). Electro music is something he'd take longer to warm up too, but I think he'd end up enjoying vocaloid. Mostly because of how diverse in themes vocaloid is (depression, love, violence, redemption, etc) and because it's his first exposure to modern music that he can actually understand (since it's japanese).

Reading: I don't think Usagi would've been an avid reader before Leo. Mostly cause there wasn't much to read. Now that he can visit New York, he just gobbles up whatever literature he can find. He reads a mix of Japanese and English (helped him learn the language faster). Usagi really likes mythology, history, and poetry books. He also has a taste for the occasional novel and manga that Leo recommends him. As a samurai, Usagi's all about self improvement. So I feel like he'd read a lot therapy-esque books regarding things like healthy relationship and adjusting to new perspectives. He'd also work on any biases or assumptions he has from living in Edo Japan (like towards disabilities).

Media: like with any other tech, Usagi is shocked by how easy it is to learn anything curtesy of the internet. I also feel like he'd have a deep appreciation for the art of cinema considering its like theater but so much more. Especially with animation since its story told through moving art. Hell I bet he and Mikey have their own little animation stop motion drawing pads.

Relationships: here's where the biggest shocks are mostly cause how different things are from how Usagi was raised. First comes his relationship with Leo and how they each express love. Even nowadays PDA is frowned upon in Japan and Japanese don't tend to explicitly outright say they love each other. Usagi, who's probably very reserved with his affection and likely a little touch starved, is just floored with how openly affectionate both physically and verbally Leo is. I feel like he'd be a little embarrassed at first and slowly ease into being more open with how he loves Leo in more physical ways. Then there's the general Hamato dynamic. Even now, japanese culture has emphasis on respecting elders and the heavy expectations children have to succeed in the eyes of said parents. Combined with general edo period extreme formalities between parents and their children plus how Usagi's father barely raised him yet still put pressure on him to become a great samurai. Then we have Splinter: a rat man who's doing his absolute best to be involved in his kids lives and make up for the time they lost due to his trauma (mother's death, kidnapping, battle nexus, turning into a rat, etc), never pressures his kids, lets them grow as individuals and enjoy their own interests, very involved in their shenanigans, works hard to support his kids, and (most importantly) freely shows unconditional love. Just seeing a parent as involved and affectionate as Splinter is would be a big shock to Usagi. Especially a male parent cause traditional gender roles and since Usagi is from an era where fathers freely send their sons to die for honor while Splinter would blow up the Earth before even thinking of knowingly putting his sons at risk. Plus the brothers constant talk back and disobey their father. Then we go to the sibling dynamics. Like with parent-child relationships, edo period sibling dynamics were draped in formality and seriousness: affection is very reserved and any threats are literal plus the hierarchy placed by seniority. The Hamato siblings are probably Usagi's first exposure to a normal healthy sibling dynamic. Which would probably be confusing in itself since sibling relationships are a weird mesh of superficial hate but genuine love. Like Donnie wouldn't hesitate to take a bullet for Leo but no way in hell is he touching his new boots. Any of the brothers could be arguing as if they're about to kill each other and be cuddling on the couch not 15 minutes later. The constant back and forth would be a whiplash for Usagi and it would take some time to fully decipher how they communicate. Then there's their relationship with April. Splinter doesn't see her as his daughter but she is undeniably the Hamato's big sister. If you add in Cass and Sunita, then you have Usagi reveling in finally having strong independent female friends who aren't potential love interests. Throw in Casey Jr and the typical TMNT adventures and you've got Usagi collapsing exhausted from the sheer craziness of this friend group. Usagi would be civil and respectful with Draxum.

Okay i completely forgot about this, I saw it during vacations and then proceeded to forget about it. Sorry Okay, ejem, there are thing that I want to adress.

1. During that (and previous) period, japan already had toothbrushes, shampoo and soap, they already new about hygiene. We tend to imagine that this topics are modern and, let's be honest, came from Europe. No, for GODS' SAKE TOILET PAPER WAS INVENTED IN CHINA DURING THE 6th CENTURY!! And let's bw honest, Usagi lives in a world of furries, of course they already specialize soap/shampoo. I had nothing to add to the vaccines, i had a couple of scenes already planned regarding that topic. However, Usagi has been stabbed a couple times, and was perfectly fine with Chizu drugging him so he could get a rest, I can't really picture this man being a childman who needs to hold someone's hand to get vaccinated. (tho it'll be ironic, ngl)

Culture: Usagi himself has stated some levelnof discomfort regarding immigrants in Japan, because is japan, I wont go deep here, cuz theres a bunch of articles and videos about japan being an isolated country. It is certainly easier to imagine an initial rejection and a LONG adaptation process that will culminate with him accepting that the world is much more diverse than he imagined, but he would not stop being himself.

Art: usagi and Mikey bonding through art It's another plot that I had envisioned for rabbit stew, Usagi's fascinated by markets, color pencils, and all that, but usagi will also showed him the traditional techniques from his father homeland, cuz you know, sumi-e and ukiyo-e, since they're not inferior to modern of different techniques. (Btw have you ever heard of that band that plays with modern and traditional instruments?)

As for the rest of it, I mostly agree with the other points you've made. Except for one small detail that is bothering me and that is that it only seems to focus on how New York is going to change Usagi... I'll be real with you all, if we are just going to make Usagi a white dude and erase what being a 16th century samurai is... Well, I don't see the appeal anymore.

There are also things to rescue from there that the modern society lacks, despite of how murky the society in which he was raised may be. But here it seems like we're focusing on how cool New York is over Japan.

And let me tell you, food, environment, manners, global warming? These are some of the many things that Usagi will have a strong opinion on... That's if it survives the rot that is being fed microplastics to actually learn about it.

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Okay I wanna write down a few thoughts on that part of the climax in Thanks to Them that has garnered some mixed opinions. Specifically Hunter’s possession and the subsequent death of Flapjack. 

I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m defending this scene, as people are perfectly within their rights to be uncomfortable with it and criticize everything from its execution to its inclusion at all. Whether this whole thing was objectively a terrible writing decision for Hunter’s character, his arc, and the overall message it sends is....a discussion starter to say the least. Rather, what I wanna do is maybe try and dissect the reasons why these scenes might exist in the first place. From a writing perspective. 

I’ve been thinking about it a lot, trying to figure out just what angle the crew was going for and I think I might have some vague idea. And I’ll admit, I think there’s something poignant in here somewhere. Maybe they fumbled the bag a bit and didn’t consider just how troubling some of these implications could be. Writing gets clunky sometimes. But that’s up to every individual viewer to draw their own conclusions. But personally, I don’t believe that these scenes were intended to be gratuitous. I don’t believe that they were added solely because the crew are sadists who enjoy wringing Hunter dry like an angsty dish cloth. As flawed as they may be, I think I can understand why they were written. Possibly. 

So, I’m gonna try to give an objective look at the themes, storytelling and symbolism at play here and how all of that relates to Hunter’s overall character and the big climax of his story.

We’ll start with the very understandable hurt viewers felt when Hunter’s road to recovery was abruptly relapsed by Belos. The thing many people are vocalizing their feelings about is how the episode made sure to demonstrate just how happy Hunter was. That’s what devastated them the most. Hunter was in the process of healing, which hits close to home for many, making what Belos did to him all the more disturbing on a personal level. 

However, every single one of us knew that Belos was alive before we watched the episode. Hunter did not. Hunter believed that Belos was dead and this was the only reason that he felt safe enough to make such progress in his recovery. So now matter what way you twist it, we all knew Hunter was set up to relapse the moment he realized Belos was in the Human Realm. 

So what was the point of showing this sixteen year old abuse victim experiencing safety, warmth, happiness, confidence and self exploration just to cruelly rip it all away from him? 

Put simply, to establish just how much Hunter now has to live for. Just how much Hunter has to fight for. His motivations for living and for fighting are sprinkled all throughout the episode. This boy has such a hopeful future laid out before him and he knows it. So when he finally gets his moment to tell Belos exactly what he wants for himself, you understand exactly where this passion and determination is coming from. It means something. 

And then there’s the possession itself, which everything comes down to. We saw the leaks, we hated them, some of us talked ourselves into believing they were fake but we all kinda knew deep down. It was a very fun very terrible week. ANYWAY. 

I think that Hunter’s arc would have felt incomplete if he didn’t get a final confrontation with Belos. That’s the popular opinion. However, many are also in the opinion that Hunter getting possessed was very unnecessary and violating and it should not have been done in the first place. And I’m not gonna argue with this view. It’s legit. But again, here’s what I believe the crew might have been going for with this.

The possession of Hunter’s body is a symbolic manifestation of everything Belos has always represented in his life. It’s a final culmination of all sixteen years under that man’s thumb and all the damage he’s done to Hunter’s body and psyche. 

Ever since Separate Tides, Hunter has been Belos’ puppet. And honestly, though the specifics of the arrangement have shifted, this was still the case throughout Thanks To Them. Between Separate Tides and Hollow Mind, it’s pretty simple. Perfectly obedient Golden Guard who does everything his uncle tells him to do, without much say in the trajectory of his own life. 

However, after Hollow Mind, Hunter was no longer that. But that didn’t mean the puppetry stopped entirely. He was a nervous wreck for the rest of the season. The mention of the Emperor’s name paralyzed him with fear. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t done directly. Belos still had an alarming amount of control over Hunter. 

So long as he was alive, Hunter knew he wasn’t safe. And once Hunter starts to realize that he’s still out there, it becomes obvious that he will never fully recover until he’s certain Belos is dead. 

Everything about the possession is an encapsulation of what Belos’ years of abuse and manipulation have been like to Hunter. How powerless he’s always felt. But this time, it isn’t done through words or threats of violence. It’s worse than that. It’s physically invasive. It’s desecration. It’s having his very self taken away from him and nothing is more sacred than a person’s autonomy. The weight of what’s happening to him is palpable. 

This is the worst thing Belos has ever done to him. 

But what does Hunter, the boy who spent his entire life petrified of this man, do about it? 

He finds it in himself to rebel against it.

Because, though Belos’ abuse and the negative effects of his upbringing have always been such a crucial aspect of Hunter’s sense of personhood, it’s not all that defines him. 

A long time ago Hunter was given orders from the Emperor to slay a selkidomus. Instead he passed the job off to somebody else because he didn’t want to do it. 

Hunter self-sabotaged his own mission and allowed Luz to escape with the palismen he was ordered to recover. 

Hunter studied wild magic against his uncle’s wishes. 

Hunter went to Eclipse Lake even when he was told not to. 

Hunter had a secret palismen named Flapjack. 

Hunter assigned himself to the Hexside mission without getting Belos’ approval. 

Hunter owned a secret scroll. 

Hunter refused to roll over and die in the mindscape even when Belos decided that he was no longer useful. 

Hunter has a rebellious heart. Had one from the very beginning. He was definitely in denial about it back then (Happily declaring just how much he loves “Authority! And rules!”) but it was there, clear as day.

But this is the moment where Hunter embraces that rebellious heart. And in doing so, he finds the willpower to regain control of his body. To Hunter, this moment is a reflection of everything he’s always wanted to do. To break free of Belos’ power. To speak his mind. To choose his own future. To choose himself. 

And all that genuine joy we saw him experiencing earlier in the episode is what strengthens his resolve to grit out his final words to Belos.

Hunter releases years of pent up frustration that he was too brainwashed to ever let himself think about. 

Hunter openly expresses desire after desire, fully aware that every single one of them will boil Belos’ blood. 

Hunter outrights demands that he be allowed happiness. 

He’s proving, not only to Belos, but to himself that you can hurt him, you can scare him, you can manipulate him, you can even possess him, but you will never own him. Nobody will ever own him. 

So, yes, absolutely. There are valid criticisms to be had of the concept of Hunter being possessed. And it’s likely the writers didn’t really think a lot of the ramifications through. 

But I believe the idea it’s trying to portray was how the intensity of that moment and how violating it was to Hunter further emphasized just how powerful Hunter’s final act of defiance was. It wasn’t just one last fight between the two of them, it was a visceral way of having Hunter confront everything Belos has ever put him through, allow his resentment to bubble over and finally understand that he has the right to reject who he was “supposed” to be, whether Belos likes it or not. 

One thing that came from the possession scene that I believe is genuinely a good and healthy thing is that Hunter’s perspective of Belos has changed for the better.

This was the worst thing Belos could have possibly done to him. And Hunter did not only survive it but he was capable of resisting it. Something he’s never been able to do before. He has officially endured the worst Belos can inflict on him. So, with that in mind, Hunter has no reason left to be afraid of this man anymore. With this, all remaining control Belos had over him has been shattered. 

I have to acknowledge that, though this experience was truly godawful, it did provide Hunter with the closure he needed. It was necessary to how he proceeds forward. With all that fear out of the picture, Hunter’s current feelings towards Belos consist of righteous fury and contempt. Which is cathartic to say the least, as Hunter’s hate can finally be directed at the person who hurt him, rather than himself. In the case of a victim struggling with their trauma, allowing themselves to be angry at their abuser can be a very therapeutic thing. 

This is huge for Hunter. While many have expressed the opinion that the after effects of this moment will be detrimental to Hunter’s overall arc, I honestly think it’s a massive step in the journey to recovery. It’s not the nice peaceful part he experienced while in Camila’s house but not everything about an abuse victim’s healing process is pleasant. Sometimes it’s ugly. But progress is progress. 

And then there’s the matter of Flapjack’s sacrifice which is a doozy of a subject. 

Anyone who follows me is aware that I was very vocal in my belief that Flapjack would survive, because surely they wouldn’t take something so precious to Hunter away from him. Surely. 

(Well I’m Stan and I was wrong, I’m singing the Stan Wrong Song, okay fuck you.)

But once that episode was over and the credits were rolling, I started to think about Flapjack as far back as his introduction in Hunting Palismen. And honestly, I feel like his death was planned from the start. The kind of friend who comes into your life, changes you for the better before inevitably having to say goodbye. But even if it’s temporary, that doesn’t make their presence in your life any less impactful. 

While Flapjack had plenty of personality, he wasn’t so much a character with his own arc, as he was a tool in progressing Hunter’s. His role in the story was to guide a lost and lonely boy into the light and show him that he’s worthy of being loved. 

And with Flapjack’s influence, Hunter let himself meet people who don’t make him feel worthless. He has never felt more loved in his life. 

Flapjack officially imprinted on Hunter when the boy expressed a longing to figure out his own future. Flapjack decided that he would try to lead him in the right direction. 

And in his final moments, Flapjack watched the boy he had been guiding adamantly proclaim everything he wanted his future to be. It was safe to assume he had figured it out. 

Flapjack’s existence in Hunter’s life also represents the link to Caleb along with Hunter’s complicated “relationship” with this ghost of a man that he’ll never know. Caleb is not Hunter and Hunter will never be Caleb. However, they’ll always be connected by the strings of terrible, terrible destiny that Belos tied together. And though Hunter didn’t know it, Caleb lingered in his life in the form of the bird he left behind.

And in all that time where Hunter figuring out his own identity, Caleb’s bird was helping him along. It was when Hunter was finally certain exactly who he was (Not a witch hunting accomplice of Belos) that Caleb’s bird was ready to move on.

With all these ends tied up, Hunter did not need Flapjack anymore. 

But Flapjack still had one more job left to do. And that was to make sure Hunter got to stay with the people who loved him and Hunter got his chance to experience the future he had decided for himself. Figuring it out is useless if it’s all a hopeless fantasy. Flapjack wanted it to be a reality. 

It must have been a relief to the little bird’s heart that his witch had grown so much and he could leave knowing Hunter would be okay without him.

(There’s also the interpretation that Flapjack is an analogy for a service animal/disability aid. But that line about learning to carve could not set it up the future any clearer. Hunter will not be without a palisman forever.

Obviously, it might take him some time before he’s ready to begin again. But he will make a new palismen. As a boy who’s spent his entire arc learning how to let new loved ones into his life, it would make absolutely no sense whatsoever if he didn’t.)

Anyway, my biggest fear when I saw the leaks which showed Flapjack sacrificing himself for Hunter’s sake, was how much something like that could completely destroy all of Hunter’s healing progress. Because why wouldn’t it? He not only lost his best friend but Flapjack died to keep him alive. How could he possibly live with himself after something like that? 

I think this is one of the main talking points over why people are upset about Flapjack’s death. How it’s going to effect Hunter. I’ve seen the belief that this devastating loss was detrimental to his recovery journey and it’s rendered all of the lighthearted scenes of enthusiasm and confidence from earlier in the special obsolete. But I honestly feel like it’s the exact opposite. 

Hunter’s reaction to Flapjack’s death was different than I imagined it would be. And not in an objectively bad way. It’s quite telling of how far he’s come. Compare it to Hollow Mind where Hunter also experiences a traumatic loss which results in him having a complete meltdown. He cries, he hyperventilates, he runs blindly into the woods. It was borderline apocalyptic. And it’s completely understandable. At this point in life, Hunter lost what he believed to be his entire world. 

After Flapjack’s sacrifice, the first thing Hunter did when he regained consciousness was smile, softly greet his remaining loved ones and ask if they were alright. It’s revealed seconds later that he already knew Flapjack was gone. But he still had it in him to smile. Because even in the devastating aftermath of losing the creature who changed his life and introduced him to real happiness, he’s relieved to know his friends and family are safe. He knows he’s not alone. 

Flapjack was deeply important to Hunter. It’s impossible to even articulate just how much he adored that little bird. When he lost his former life, Flapjack was all he had.

However, by this point, Hunter’s life is flourishing with hobbies and interests and ambitions and friends and family and love. Flapjack was no longer everything Hunter had. And being surrounded by so many people who cared about him in his moment of grief is a powerful thing. 

Hunter is quiet about Flapjack’s death. He’s weak, he’s exhausted, he’s utterly gutted. But there’s nothing that implies he blames himself. Judging by how he was aware of the sacrifice despite just waking up, I believe they did get one last goodbye via their mental link. 

And I think this is why Hunter seems so accepting of what had just happened. Whatever Flapjack said to him, he had successfully made Hunter understand that this was just how it had to be and that it was not his fault. And with all the love and optimism Flapjack has instilled in him since they met, Hunter decided that what he needs to do now is try and lead the most fulfilling life he possibly can. He has to. This life had been a gift from Flapjack after all.

But as mentioned way up above, Hunter can never have the life he wants until Belos is permanently out of the picture. I think this is where his new lease of life comes from in the final moments of the special. 

Hunter has changed significantly throughout this episode. While in his opening scene, he was completely clueless on how to comfort Luz properly because he equates the guilt she feels to his own and that link between their similar feelings sabotages any attempt at clarity on his part. His words of comfort were basically “If it helps, they’ll hate me more.” 

But before he steps through the portal, Hunter has a new perspective on the self-loathing that has been corrupting both himself and the girl he now calls family. It was never them. It was Belos. It was always Belos. Hunter is able to tell Luz that it was never her fault because he finally understands that it was never his fault. And he’s telling her all of this because she’s important to him and she always will be. 

Hunter still has Luz.

He then expresses his new motivation. To fight back. To regain control of his life. To get some justice for all the damage his abuser has done to him and so many others. To protect the world that he cares about. 

Hunter still has Willow and Gus and Amity. 

Hunter still has Camila and Vee. 

Losing Flapjack did not kill Hunter’s fire. It did not render all of his prior growth in the Human Realm null and void. Hunter has experienced a loss and his grief is palpable but he still has so much left.

In fact, I think if Hunter hadn’t had these experiences, hadn’t built these relationships, hadn’t realized just how much life has to offer to him, he wouldn’t be taking such a defiant stance. He wouldn’t be the first one to march into the portal, taking Flapjack home, determined to end Belos once and for all. And he’s standing on a strong foundation of mourning, experience, wisdom, love and support. 

I keep thinking about that very infamous line by Dana that was misinterpreted to Hell and back. 

“Dana doesn’t like happy endings.” 

That line never bothered me much, even when I didn’t know what the exact context actually was (Dana doesn’t like happily ever after.) Like, I watched the Owl House, I know the kind of stories Dana liked to tell. So, the way I always interpreted that opinion was the simple message that we can never have it all. 

Life is tumultuous. There are ups. There are downs. There are gains. There are losses. And I feel like that’s an accurate summary of Hunter’s development throughout the special. 

Hunter had been mistreated. He now has far more scars than he started out with. He lost Flapjack. These are all devastating blows to him physically and emotionally. 

But please, don’t allow the suffering Hunter went through distract from all of his positive growth in this episode. Hunter spent months making happy memories. He strengthened his bonds with his friends. He now has somebody who genuinely loves him that he can call family. He’s discovered all these brand new hobbies and interests. 

He likes who he is now.

That hasn’t changed. I promise you that it hasn’t changed. 

And most importantly of all, Hunter is no longer ruled by fear of the man who hurt him. He is no longer under Belos’ control. 

Hunter is grieving right now but he is not in ruins. 

This is not rock bottom for him. 

I feel that Hunter’s gains and losses were pretty evenly distributed throughout the episode. However, because of the attachment people have towards him, as a teenage abuse victim who’s steadily recovering, it’s easy to only see his losses. Because it hurts to see, it really does. 

But I promise you all of those happy Hunter memories meant something too. Those are what’s him pushing forward right now. 

Anyway, those are my two cents on that whole thing. Again, I don’t think these scenes are immune to criticism. However, I did want to take a moment to examine them a bit because I truly believe that there was a team of passionate writers attempting to create something profound with this.

I like to write myself and I understand that a lot of the time I miss the mark and don’t always execute the point I’m trying to make. So, at the very least, even if things aren’t handled perfectly, I’d like to try and dissect the message that they were attempting to send. 

It’s absolutely fine if you don’t agree with a word of this. I understand that these scenes have hurt quite a lot of people. But thank you for reading. I appreciate it. 💕

#toh spoilers #tw abuse

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Nancy Wants. - Nancy x Fem!Reader x Steve

Summary: Nancy wants an experience with a girl, and Nancy always gets what she wants.

WC: 2.5k+

Warnings: 18+, Smut, threesome, cuck, Sub!Nancy but also Dom!Nancy, Unprotected sex, swearing, poly? possibly.

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"You want me to what?" You asked, nearly dropping the cracker that was on its way to your mouth.

"Nancy wants." Steve clarified before pinching the bridge of his nose and continuing. "Nancy wants you to join us this weekend. She's always wanted to experience something like that. I suggested Robin since I don't want to really partake but she said if I changed my mind Robin wouldn't be into it so she suggested you. You're pretty, sweet, and have been with guys and girls before. She just wanted me to ask." He raised his hands in defense and leaned against the break table.

"I... You're asking me to fuck your girlfriend while you're not there?" You raised a questioning brow at him.

Steve shook his head. "No, no. I'll be there. I might even watch, but I don't plan on being involved, physically. Not sure it's my thing."

You chuckled and smirked. "Shame. I'm sure me and Nance would love for you to join, Stevie. Tell her I'm in." You winked before finally placing the cracker in your mouth.

Steve watched and nodded before walking out to leave you for your break.

The weekend came quickly and it was now Saturday evening. You and Steve closed Family Video and got into his car. He decided to pick you up this morning so there wouldn't be a ton of cars in his driveway, making things less conspicuous to his neighbors.

"When you get there just don't be afraid of her. Act like this is something you've always done with her. I don't want her to feel awkward, okay?" Steve said as the car came to a stop in his driveway.

"I'll greet her with a kiss then, how about that, Stevie?" You asked, opening the car door.

Steve nodded, but didn't say anything. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, you had an effect on him. He lead you to the door and showed you inside. "Nance! We're home!" He called into the empty house, locking the door behind him.

You watched her as she came down the stairs, legs bare, only the tops of her thighs covered by one of Steve's long t-shirts. "Wow." You breathed, taking in the way her features softened in the dimly lit house.

Steve chuckled next to you, nudging you. "All you."

You stepped forward and met Nancy at the foot of the stairs. "Before I do anything, I wanna make sure you're alright with this, okay?" You reached for her hand, brushing your fingers with hers.

"Yeah, I am." She replied, her voice soft before she glanced at Steve. "Are you sure you just wanna watch?" She asked as one of your hands moved to rest on her hip.

You looked back to see Steve watching closely as your other hand went into her hair, pulling her body and face closer to you until your turned your head to meet her lips.

She let out a surprised and content moan as your thumb traced up and down the fabric of Steve's shirt over her hip.

You smiled, licking her bottom lip for permission to enter, which she granted immediately. As your tongue explored her mouth your hand fell down her hip to her thigh to dip under the hem of the shirt. Your fingers skimmed the lace of her panties as they made their way back up her body.

Chills raced over her skin and her knees weakened as she gripped your shirt for stability. She broke away from the kiss before muttering a "Come on." And leading you up the stairs.

"Come on, Stevie. I thought you wanted to watch." You called as you noticed him standing stunned by the front door.

He kicked himself into gear and followed the two of you to their room.

The bed was made in pristine white cotton sheets with lavender accents. You wasted no time in pushing Nancy down onto them. You watched her crawl to the middle of the bed as you waited for Steve.

"Let me know if you change your mind, Stevie." You smirked, closing the door behind the red faced man.

He nodded eagerly as he took a seat across the room.

You stripped down to your bra and panties before crawling up the bed, knees resting on either side of Nancy's body. Your top half sank to rest on your elbows as you kissed her again, but only for a moment before trailing the kiss down her jaw and to her neck.

"Oh, shit." Nancy whined as you found her sweet spot. You took this opportunity to nip and suck at the skin, leaving a small mark before kissing across the front of her neck to the other side.

Her hands held your hips, scratching gently at the skin.

You couldn't help the small giggle that passed your lips at the light touch.

"What?" She asked, a tiny laugh coming from her as well.

You pushed yourself up and used your fingers to trail her jaw. "It tickles." You answered, settling your hips on hers. "How about we take this off, huh?" You gripped the hem of the shirt in your hands, waiting for her nod and small "Yeah." before removing it.

She shivered at the cold air washing over her. Nancy was never quiet, always saying something or giving her opinion but this, something she had never experienced before, had her stunned silent. She watched every move closely.

Your fingers traced down the bra strap on her shoulder all the way down the rim of her bra, over the soft skin of her breast. "Tell me if you change your mind or if you don't like something, okay?" Your eyes flicked from the top of your fingers to her eyes.

She nodded.

"I need words, Nance."

"Okay." She finally said, tinting pink.

"Good girl." You replied, snaking your hand under her and unhooking the bra. "Good girls get rewarded." You added, pulling the bra down gently. Your head dipped down taking one of her hardened nipples into your mouth.

She let out a high pitched whine as she gripped the sheets. Steve did this all the time, but it felt different when it wasn't him.

Your finger brushed over her other nipple, tweaking it between your pointer and thumb.

Her hands wrapped around you, one resting on your back and the other tracking up to grip your hair. She tugged gently, responding to the stimulation on her chest.

This caused you to groan, sending vibrations through her, coaxing another moan from her. "God, you sound so pretty." You said, pulling back from her chest.

She looked down at you and giggled. It was angelic as it rang around your head.

"I'm gonna take these off now, huh?" You had wiggled your way down her body until your face hovered over her clothed center.

"Please." She responded, so needy that you couldn't deny her.

You traced the top of the lace before dipping your fingers in and pulling them down and off of her legs. You started kissing the inside of her left knee, up to the middle of her thigh and then so dangerously close to her dripping hole before giving the same treatment to her right leg.

She whined louder the closer you got to where she needed you.

You couldn't help but wonder if she begged this much for Steve, who you'd almost forgotten was sitting just a few yards from you, watching you tease the love of his life.

"Please, please." She was breathless though you'd done nothing to her yet.

"Oh my sweet girl, since you asked so nicely." You cooed before licking from her hole to her clit, circling it, then going back down. Just as good as you thought she would be.

The noise that came out of her surprised you. She never struck you as vocal in bed but here she was, begging, moaning, and squealing for you. You moaned into her, attaching your lips to her clit and slipping a finger up and down her folds.

"Oh fuck." She gripped your hair as you slipped your middling finger into her, curling it so perfectly.

There was shifting to your right, then the unmistakable sound of a belt coming undone. Steve.

"You taste so fucking good baby." You said, pulling back and stealing a quick glance at the man who had been so adamant about not joining.

He had his hard dick in his hands, pumping up and down the length as he watched. He blushed as he made eye contact with you.

You slipped your ring finger in Nancy, continuing the same motion as before. You drew your bottom lip into your teeth as you watched him. "I know you don't wanna join but I could really use some help with this bra. I'm a bit busy." You nodded down to Nancy who was writhing under you.

Steve nodded, releasing his dick and standing, letting his pants fall to his ankles before stepping out of them and walking towards you.

You leaned back down to Nancy, licking her again as Steve came to a stop behind you. You felt his hard dick press against your clothed core as he reached up your back, grunting as he felt how wet your underwear had become.

His fingers unhooked your bra and slipped slowly down your back slowly, resting on your hips. He stayed there, taking it all in.

Nancy's hips rolled against you as she drew closer to her orgasm. Her whines and whimpers grew louder as your reached up with your free hand to play with her tit, squeezing and manipulating the soft flesh.

Steve's hips rocked against you, bumping your clit through the thin underwear. "God, I can't stop." He groaned, his hands slipping up and down your ass before drawing back and slapping it hard.

You moaned loudly onto Nancy, vibrating her nerves and pushing her over the edge. You felt her walls squeezing around your fingers as her legs shook on the sides in your head. Her back arched and she pulled your hair, pushing your face deeper into her pussy.

"That's it baby. She's making you feel good, hm?" Steve said from behind you, slamming his hips into you, desperate at this point, though little friction was being created.

Nancy came down slowly, looking up to you and smiling. She looked more confident now than she had previously. "Lay down love. Steve is going to fuck you."

You smirked wiggling your ass against Steve. "Yes ma'am." You licked her one more time, causing a giggle to escape her at the same time as a moan. "That was pretty." You commented as you situated yourself on your back, finally able to toss the bra onto the floor.

"I can't wait to hear what sounds you make." Nancy said moving to lay on her side next to you. She wrapped her hand around your neck lightly before leaning down to kiss you.

Steve rubbed your thighs gently, inching his way up to your underwear. "These are nice. Too bad they're all messy." He pouted before pulling them down gently to reveal you to him. He took in a sharp breath, catching Nancy's attention.

"Wait. I want to see her." Nancy said, holding a hand up to Steve who stopped his reaching for you. She was definitely the boss now. She moved to stand at the end of the bed next to Steve. "Wow. You have a really pretty pussy. I love that I'm the one that made you all wet." She leaned down, one hand resting next to your hip and the other went to slip a finger up your folds.

You moaned, unintentionally rolling your hips to try and keep her touching you. "I loved being in your pussy. I can't help it." You replied, this caused Steve to grunt.

Nancy lifted her finger coated in your slick to her mouth and sucked on it. "Mm, you're so good. Steve, baby, you wanna taste?" She asked, glancing over to him as her finger dipped back down, this time slipping inside you and curling, causing you to moan.

"Yes, please." Steve was watching hard, trying not to cream right on the spot.

Nancy pulled her finger out of you and turned to Steve, resting one hand on his chest as she stood close to him. She placed her finger covered in you into his mouth.

His lips closed around it and he moaned, grabbing Nancy's wrist as as sucked lightly.

"Good boy." She smirked, pulling her finger out of his mouth with a pop.

You had to admit, that was one of the hottest things you'd ever seen. You whined, as your pussy squeezed around nothing, begging to be filled.

Nancy looked down at you and smiled. "Go on Steve, she needs you." Her tone was teasing, almost taunting you.

You loved it.

Steve crawled over you, resting between your legs. "Ready, Princess?" He asked as he took his dick in his hand, rubbing the tip up and down your dripping pussy.

"Yes please, Steve. Please." You couldn't hide the desperation that Nancy had ignited within you with her finger.

Nancy stepped back, watching what was happening.

Steve pushed into you, causing you both to groan in relief. "God, you're so tight. So fucking needy aren't you?"

"Mhm." You moaned as he set a steady pace, hitting right where you needed.

Nancy dropped to her knees beside the bed, taking on of your hands in hers. "He feels good, doesn't he, Princess?"

You nodded again as her free hand slipped down your body to rub small slow circles on your clit. Words weren't able to form in your mind, let alone come out of your mouth.

"That's right, Princess. Be a good girl and cum fast. Let him fuck you through your orgasm." Nancy urged, applying a bit more pressure.

You could feel the pressure building up, so close to being unleashed and burning through your body. Your breathing was ragged as you focused on the steady tapping from Steve's cock along with his grunts and moans. He sounded almost as pretty as Nancy had. The constant friction of Nancy's finger aided in your quick release. "Gonna cum." Is all your could say.

"Yes, yes Princess. Cum for us. Yes." Nancy watched you close as you came undone under the two of them, moaning and whining as your body tensed and twitched.

Steve grunted as your constricted around him. He wasn't far from his release and watching you and Nancy was pushing him faster and faster.

Nancy glanced at Steve before pulling her finger from your clit and slipping it into your mouth so you could taste yourself. "Do you like watching us?" She asked him, smirking.

He nodded, keeping his eyes on her finger until she removed it. His abdomen tightened but he wasn't quite finished.

She nodded and leaned down, latching her lips to one of your nipples.

You moaned, running a hand through her curls.

She licked and sucked until she heard him and knew he was spent.

He grunted and his hips staggered, bucking wildly until they stopped. He slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum spilled out of your hole and onto the sheets.

Nancy slowly stood and walked over to him, pulling him down for a kiss. "I like her, don't you?" She asked him as if you weren't there.

Steve nodded, wrapping an arm around her lower back. "Yeah. I take back what I said before. This was fun."

Nancy looked at you and smiled. "I think we would like if this was a regular thing. Would you be okay with that?"

You nodded, sitting up. "Yeah. I think I would."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve x nancy x reader #steve x reader x nancy #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader #steve harrington smut #nancy wheeler smut #nancy wheeler x female reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #stancy x reader #stancy x reader smut #stancy #stranger things smut

[tizzymcwizzy]

I may be interested in watching Trigun, but I have doubts cuz I see there's a 1998 anime and a current one so, I should watch both to understand the plot or is it a FMAB situation???

oooooohhhohohooho *rubs my hands together* >:] okay

it is KIND OF a fmab situation but also not and all,, the trigun 98 anime was airing alongside the manga and then ended before the manga finished so it had to improvise a lot about the ending and thusly (from what i know, i have not read the manga yet) ends differently than the original manga and does not explain a lot about the plot and villains,,, i haven't seen the original fma anime yet so i don't know how deep the comparison goes but they seem like they have the same case

and the stampede is, yes, a later rerelease of the story that can only exist since the manga has been finished,, but from my impression !!! it is STARKLY different in some aspects to that of the manga's plotline and pacing, which is a very different case to fmab which is a truer adaptation that follows the original manga's plotline

SO neither of the animes will give you the truest understanding of the manga's story (also there's 2 mangas, trigun and trigun maximum and im not fully aware of the differences between them, again, haven't read them yet) that's why i'd recommend watching both of 98 and stampede!! which is what ive done, if you don't wanna do that then ill give you a rundown of the differences so you can pick which seems more interesting to you

trigun 1998 begins the same way the manga does and does all its reveals and like, early story stuff the same way the manga does (I THINK,, AGAIN, HAVE NOT READ THE MANGA) the tone of the anime also matches the manga, i think, and that may not seem like something that's super important,, but it has a lot of a funny goofy silly moments and mystery !!! that i feel add a LOT to the experience of the story that stampede just doesn't have cause of it's shorter runtime, the characterization of the main cast is i also think way closer to the manga and (in my opinion) way more fun and likable than stampede JDGDHFJ

stampede is very different from the original storyline (again,, i will reiterate,, my impression of it cause idk exactly how different 98 is to the manga but im sure 98 is much more similar than stampede is to the manga) it begins, runs, and the season ends very differently to how 98, and manga, i think, does the story,,, it switches out set pieces, characters, and plotlines,, BUT it really gets into the lore and villains in a much deeper way than what trigun 98 does, it actually explains shit and includes plotlines that the 98 anime just could not include which makes it really intriguing and more dramatic

enough about the plot and more into my personal opinions,,, trigun 98 is super fun and silly and has a lot better of an introduction and characterization of the main cast than stampede does. 98 has a better intro to the story and world than stampede does beCAUSE stampede is only 12 episodes and rushes through a lot of the beginning for the sake of getting to the plot and lore, but stampede has a much stronger ending and a deeper exploration of the main characters and villains than 98 because it actually has the resources from the manga to pull from

that's why i think that if you wanted to watch both you should start with 98 first because it's got a better beginning and set up for the story's main themes and messages than stampede does, but stampede then delves into those themes l messages, and villains! that 98 didn't have a chance to explore to their fullest

this is also why id recommend you read the manga as well cause there's a lot that is still missing from the entire trigun story that neither anime will explain to you (we'll see what stampede season 2 has to offer but that's a ways a way)

WHOO THAT WAS A LONG FUCKING ASK IM SORRY DHDHJFJGG but i hope it gives you some insight on how to approach getting into it!

TLDR: the 98 anime and stampede are both different from the manga in different ways so id recommend you watch both of them, 98 first and then stampede, but also read the manga :)

#SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG I HAVE SO MANY TRIGUN THOUGHTS AND DONT KNOW HOW TO SHUT UP DJBDHDJFG #trigun #tizzy talks #ask

[weixuldo]

UPDATE TIME!!!

moving back into college this weekend (wooo) so sorry abt my lack of activity here :(

but, lets get into the statuses of the fics

Allow Me- so this one is probably the most popular one atm (thank you guys again for all of the love)! the beginning of ch 11 is done and so is the tail end of it, I mainly need to work on the middle. But after tis chapter it'll pick up big time (calling back to the post I made abt using the vader comics :)) I have most of those scenes already written so updates with allow me should be a bit better once ch 11 comes out

2. Enigma- Ahhh, my longest fic to date. I have so much love for this mf, Ik allow me is more popular, but something abt this one just really hooks me and idk why lol. But I am almost finished with the first part of a two part chapter: anakin's birthday and "alive" day celebration (if u read the fic, you'll know what I mean by alive day lol). Like i've said before I have this story planned to a "T", but its finding the time to sit down and flesh it out thats tricky.

3. Unconditionally- One of my favorite children, returned from the graveyard! I always said i wanted to do an epilogue and an epilogue I have been writing hehe. It's gonna be a two parter (there's so much I wanna say in this universe). I am almost done with part one which will be mostly catching the reader up on what y/n and ani have been doing for the past 10 years :) then the second part will explore more present matters.

4. Linecook/roommate ask- I went a lil crazy w this one (4000+ words) but I am very pleased with how it turned out. Itll prob b the next thing I post. I'm not sure if its a series or a one shot, once you guys read it, just lmk what you want from it :)

Thank you all for sticking around my crazy schedule and random uploads, love u all :)

#darth vader x reader #sw darth vader #darth vader fic #vader #star wars x reader #anakin x you #anakin x reader #anakin #darth vader #star wars #answered asks #allow me #unconditionally #linecook anakin #line cook anakin #roommate anakin #enigma #enigma fic #i love u #update

[some-creep]

Happy Friday. Uh. Sorry if this is messy I just wanted it to be done at this point. It's been sitting in gog docs for ages now.

"That's me?" The Inkling asked, pointing at a picture hanging on the wall in the unfamiliar apartment she'd been brought back to. It had hung there a while, judging by the layer of dust that had made its home in the decorative edges of the frame.

She stared at the image, but no recollection came. It was her, supposedly, dressed in a shimmery black dress standing next to a girl in much the same costume. That was the girl that brought her here. "That's…us?" She continued, looking over at the other Inkling, who had said her name was Callie, and who had done nothing but fret over her since they'd met. Callie said they knew each other, insisted on it, but always got too emotional to explain how they had known each other.

The other girl nodded, pointing up at the picture, "it's from our first big concert together."

"Concert?" She turned her attention back to the picture on the wall, but she could have just as well been looking at anybody. She rubbed the back of her neck, shrugging. "Sorry, doesn't ring a bell."

Callie frowned, glancing down for a moment before speaking again. "That's alright, Marie, the doctor said it would take a while."

Marie, that was her name. That's what the hospital staff had called her and Callie seemed to agree. The name didn't seem all too familiar, but neither did anything else. The doctor told her not to stress herself out about the memory loss, and that eventually she'd start to remember, though no one would tell her why she had forgotten so much. There was an accident, that was all she knew, but it didn't make any sense because she had no injuries.

"Have we lived together a long time?" Marie asked, stepping away from the photo to further explore the apartment. It was a small, two bedroom apartment full of personal touches that, as far as Marie was concerned, were placed by a stranger.

Callie nodded again, scampering after Marie to give her a tour of their own apartment. "Yep! You found this place when we moved to the city because it was cheap and close enough to the studio." She explained, stumbling over her words as she spoke, realizing Marie didn't seem to react to any of it.

Marie could only nod, humming in response. It wasn't as if she didn't care, she just didn't know how to react. It was a perfectly fine apartment, full of unmatched decorations and a carpet that hadn't been vacuumed in months, causing a musty smell to follow her with every step. It just didn't register as home.

She walked into a bedroom and flipped on the light switch. Nothing seemed out of place, as if she was looking at a guest bedroom for a couple without any family to visit them. Marie didn't know if that's what they were, and Callie wouldn't elaborate.

"This was your room. Kinda." Callie explained, eyes scanning the room in hopes of finding something to fix Marie. Marie didn't give her enough time to mentally rifle through the drawers to decide what to show her next.

"Kinda?"

"We slept in the same bed together. In my room. Did you wanna see it?"

She shrugged, letting Callie pull her by the hand to the adjacent door that sat open. This room was far more lived in, with clothes scattered around the dresser and the floor. The bedspread was pulled down, half fallen off the bed.

Marie stepped over to it, staring blankly at it for a while before speaking up. "Can I sit?"

Callie would have tackled Marie if it meant getting her to sit on their bed again, but she settled on a weak little "yeah"and a quick head nod.

She sat down, looking around in silence. Callie, she assumed, had decorated the walls herself with complex patterns and cute decals. It was a far cry from the dull gray room that was once hers. She thought, maybe, that this room smelled familiar, though she couldn't be sure. Marie looked up at Callie, rubbing her hands on her knees, stopping only to pick at a loose thread she felt. "Are you my girlfriend?" The question felt inappropriate.

Callie froze, mind racing at the question. 'Kind of' wasn't a good answer, or even a correct answer, but it was a safe answer. No might be a safer answer but it was a worse answer because she still loved Marie and hoped Marie still loved her, or could love her again. But then there was the dangerous answer that Callie didn't want to say because it had gotten them in this mess to begin with!

"I am!"

—------

Marie had taken the news better than Callie anticipated, though she still couldn't shake the gnawing regret in her stomach after the fact. Marie just accepted it just as she'd accepted her name was Marie and this was where she lived, and had lived for years. She'd never had this much control over a person before, and Marie really had no choice but to trust everything she said. It wasn't a lie, but it still didn't feel right to talk about so soon, not when she was still squarely in the role of caretaker.

Still, those weeks of hospitalization had made her lonelier than she'd ever felt before. Their brief time out as solo artists with radically changing schedules hadn't felt as lonely as this.

Callie was scared to leave Marie alone for more than a few minutes, knowing what could happen if she did. If Marie noticed or even minded all of the extra attention, she didn't show it. Maybe she took it to be a normal part of their relationship that she simply couldn't remember and she didn't want to upset things any further than her memory loss already had. It made sense, given how unusually agreeable she was now. Callie explained to her things they usually did together, and Marie just went along with it, not knowing any better. That's why it felt disingenuous to make Marie cuddle up to her on the couch, but she'd missed her so much! It wasn't her fault! No one could blame her for being lonely.

Callie lay with her head on Marie's lap, curled up on the couch cushion beside her. She decided to hold Marie's hand, hoping it would keep her off her phone. They were still front and center in the media after what had happened, and Callie dared not think about any of it for too long for fear of crying unprompted and risking Marie asking too many questions. Callie knew Marie would learn too much too quickly if she was allowed online. She couldn't keep Marie in the dark forever, but she'd do it as long as she could. Maybe that way nothing bad would happen when things finally went back to normal! Callie didn't know how all that was going to work. But it was. It definitely was.

"Did we do this a lot?" Marie looked down at Callie, who she had accepted on her lap. Callie seemed naturally clingy.

"Yup. All the time! Especially after long days at work. Or if we hadn't seen each other for a while."

"Did we work a lot?"

"Usually, yeah. Even though you hated getting up early for stuff. But you get up with me now! Which is nice. I like to have company in the morning. I used to go for jogs and stuff on my days off and you'd still be sleeping when I got home."

Marie frowned. "I don't sound like I was a very good partner to you…"

"Huh- no! No no! No, don't take it that way!" She sat up, grabbing Marie's other hand and looking her in the eye. "I liked to come home and see you still all sleepy and cute and comfy and stuff! You just worked on stuff late after I went to bed is all! Like. Finances and stuff. Numbers!"

"Oh."

"Yup. So don't think I meant I didn't like that stuff. I did! In fact I really did maybe a little too much. Cuz, see sometimes because you're so cute when you're asleep and because you love me so so so much you gave me permission to… um." Callie stopped her rambling, blushing. "Nevermind that right now."

—----

Callie wasn't used to taking care of everything all by herself. Her and Marie were a team! But she never realized how much Marie was carrying that team until now. It wasn't just cooking and cleaning. Callie could grocery shop but she couldn't drive to get there. She couldn't take Marie with because someone could notice them and say something. They had the money for delivery services but was that sustainable long term? It would have to be. Then there were matters of business, both her own and Marie's, which she was now solely responsible for. Then there was the PR nightmare of this whole affair. Their manager wasn't equipped for this and had subsequently stepped down from the position. Callie couldn't blame them. Then there were personal matters. Social matters… Callie tried to focus on the housework.

It wasn't as if Marie didn't want to help, far from it, but she found it difficult to remember even the most basic things now and again. She'd try to do something simple at Callie's request like clean up the kitchen and her mind would just freeze up. She couldn't understand what was so difficult about helping with chores.

She found the whole thing frustrating. So much so she caught herself crying whenever she couldn't remember how something worked. It was worse when she could do it once, but not a second time!

At least Callie was patient with her…it didn't stop her from feeling like a freeloader. She knew she shouldn't feel that way but it was hard not to when she saw just how worn down Callie was becoming. This whole thing was her fault. If her brain hadn't up and stopped working for no good reason!

"Are you ever going to tell me why I was in the hospital?" Marie asked, rubbing the palm of her left hand with her right thumb. "Maybe it would help?"

Callie kept her head down and her hands busy folding laundry on Marie's bed. She hadn't figured out which way to fold what items, so she had more of a mess than anything. "You had an accident," she said, "that's all."

"Well, what kind of accident?" Marie frowned. Why all the secrets if it was only an accident?

"Just… I dunno, I'm not a doctor. But you had an accident here and it made you forget stuff. That's all I know is what the doctor said!"

"Who took me to the hospital, then?"

"I called an ambulance."

"Yeah, but, why? What happened to me?" Marie grabbed Callie's shoulder, not content with being brushed off like this. "Callie."

Callie whimpered, shaking her head with such force, one of her long black tentacles sent a stack of clothes onto the floor. She closed her eyes tightly. Marie might not remember anything, but she did!

Marie backed off, pulling her hand away from Callie. If it was this upsetting, maybe she was better off not knowing.

Kneeling down, she scooped up the creatively folded pile of laundry and dropped it back on the bed. "Maybe we should just hang all this up instead."

—----

Sex should have been off the table completely. At the bare minimum they should have waited until it was Marie's idea. But Callie was impatient, lonely, and unloved. More importantly, she trusted Marie to say no if she wasn't comfortable! Memory loss or not, she'd know if she wanted to do anything intimate. She just…quietly never mentioned the fact they were cousins. That little detail seemed like it would just get in the way.

Marie was trying to sleep when she felt Callie sneak into bed behind her. She didn't bother to roll over, knowing by now Callie seemed to enjoy holding her. She waited until she felt Callie slide her arms around her before she exhaled slowly, relaxing into her arms.

"It's late, isn't it?"

"Were you asleep?"

"Nah. It's easier when you're here."

Callie blushed, hugging Marie tighter. Marie was so sweet to her, even at a time like this. "I love you," she whispered, nuzzling her back.

Marie hummed a response, which wasn't unlike what she used to do. Callie knew she couldn't say it back yet because she didn't remember being in love to begin with.

"I heard your phone call earlier. Sorry if I wasn't supposed to be spying. I mean. I didn't hear any of the details, just that you sounded upset."

Marie rolled onto her back, looking up at the dark ceiling. Callie snuggled closer.

"Just my mom was all."

"Oh." Marie lulled her head to the side to look at Callie, who wasn't looking at her. "Do you guys have a bad relationship?"

Callie didn't answer. Instead, she turned her head up to kiss Marie. Marie didn't kiss her back.

"I don't want to talk about that." She mumbled, sliding her leg over Marie to sit on her lap. Callie sat still, hoping for her to make a move. She didn't seem interested, just confused.

Marie squirmed to sit up against her pillows. "Callie?"

"Please…"

Marie cocked her head to the side, confused by her pleading. Callie wasn't looking at her, instead, focusing on her fingers that were playing with the hem of Marie's shirt.

"Like we used to…"

"I don't –"

Callie wrapped her arms around Marie's neck, pressing herself against Marie's somewhat stiff and awkward frame. She wanted to feel like Marie still loved her, same as before. But Marie didn't. She couldn't. And it wasn't even either of their faults.

Still, she hadn't yet said no.

Marie returned her embrace, closing her eyes. She didn't say anything as she ran her hand in a small circle against Callie's lower back. Her smell seemed familiar, and Marie hoped that by going along with her, maybe things would get better. Though touching her still didn't feel right.

Callie tried kissing her again, promoting a half hearted response from Marie. It was enough of a yes for her.

"I love you, okay? So much. So, so much." Callie pulled off her own shirt, hoping that, eventually, Marie would be into it.

—-

As soon as Marie had fallen asleep, Callie went to the bathroom and threw up. She sat naked on the cold tile and cried silently, eyes squeezed tightly shut so she wouldn't have to look at any part of herself. Marie hadn't said no, but she hadn't really said yes, either. She had just gone along with it like she went along with everything else! She trusted Callie so much. It was her job not to hurt Marie. But she had.

Was Marie going to hate her? If not now, when she got better? Callie was trembling. All she wanted was for things to go back to the way they used to be.

She wondered if Marie felt this way on the night she…

Callie pulled herself up, staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She looked tired, maybe even older. The longer she looked, the less she recognized herself. Maybe she didn't know what she looked like anyway, behind all of the makeup and photo editing and fancy lighting and directors who yelled at her to turn her head a certain way or managers that made sure she "stayed on track" with her diets and increasingly strict workout regiments. Did Marie see her like this? Now that she no longer felt any connection between them? All messy and sad and…alien. She had to be strong. Stronger, in fact, after this moment of weakness. She fell back to the floor to cry for a while longer.

She hated herself. How could she take advantage of Marie like this? They'd been taken advantage of enough by the people in charge of them, and then cast aside the moment their story became too messy to contain. And their peers? None of them saw a reason to defend them. Then again, what was defensible about it? What sympathy did they truly deserve? They made their choices and now they had to deal with the consequences. Even if those consequences came so close to tearing Marie away from her.

But that had been Marie's choice, too.

She heard her bed squeak as Marie moved in the other room. Callie scrambled to her feet, throwing open the bathroom door to stand face to face with Marie before she could catch her a sobbing mess on the floor.

"Oh. There you are." She said, rubbing her eyes. Marie was barely awake, and she braced herself against the doorway with her hand. She hadn't bothered to get dressed, either.

Callie blushed, turning away so as not to stare and risk making Marie uncomfortable. "Sorry I just. Umm. Woke up. And. Uh." She didn't have an excuse. She never expected to get caught like this. Maybe she should have learned by now.

Marie reached out, grabbing Callie's shoulder. She had obviously been crying and her voice still shook. Marie decided not to mention it. Callie could bring it up if she really wanted to.

"Are you gonna come back to bed? I mean. Just if you want."

—-

They didn't get many visitors at the apartment. In fact, Marie hadn't noticed anyone coming to check up on them as the weeks drifted by. That seemed odd, if they were supposedly mega stars like Callie had said. It was possible they just lived exceptionally private lives, or that Callie thought the stress of visitors would be too much for them to handle and so she barred anyone from showing up. Whatever the case was, Marie felt a curious sense of delight when she heard a knock at the door.

Callie was away buying groceries after Marie had insisted she'd be alright on her own for a bit. And she would be! Just so long as she didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Answering the door for a stranger might be out of the ordinary, but she wasn't likely to get hurt from it.

She didn't recognize the girl on the other side, but that was hardly new at this point. Marie wasn't sure, but she thought she saw the unfamiliar Inkling flinch when she saw her.

"Hi there. Are you a friend of Callie?"

The Inkling stared at her, short yellow tentacles framing her wide eyed expression.

"Marie..?"

"Oh, so you're one of my friends? Sorry about that. Callie said I had an accident and that's why I can't really remember anyone. Did you want to come in and wait for Callie to come home?"

"Marie if this is some kind of joke I- I'm sorry. I'm here to talk about what…happened…"

Marie's expression didn't change. "Joke? What do you mean?" She paused, reaching out towards the girl, "hey, are you alright? You look like you're about to pass out."

The Inkling let Marie pull her inside and help her to the couch to sit down. Callie would want her to help, she figured, even if she couldn't really do much.

"I can get you something to drink if you want. Or do you want to just rest for a while?"

"Do you really not…remember? Any of it?"

"Mm-mm. Sorry. I couldn't even remember my own girlfriend when she brought me home. I guess I still don't…not really. But she said that's okay."

"Girlfriend? Are you talking about Callie?"

She nodded.

The girl on the couch winced.

"What is it?"

"Nothing! It's. It's nothing."

Marie sat down on the plush chair that was adjacent to the couch, still watching her visitor.

"So, what did you stop by for? Just to check on us?"

"Something like that. Kinda surprised you guys haven't moved yet."

"Why would we move?"

"Forget it. Don't worry."

Silence hung between them, disturbed only by the faint hum of the air conditioner. Marie wanted to make conversation, but how could she? She didn't know this girl. Maybe that was a good place to start. It's how she and Callie started.

"Sorry if this is rude but, what's your name?"

The Inkling opened her mouth, then closed it again. Marie waited. And waited. Watching the girl pondering her answer.

"Four. You can call me Four."

—-

"Why are you here? Haven't you caused enough trouble for us?"

Callie had arrived home shortly after Four had come knocking, and much to Marie's surprise, she didn't seem happy about having a visitor. Callie had, with unusual coldness in her voice, asked Marie to please put the groceries away for her while she and Four talked. The apartment wasn't big enough to not hear them, but she didn't think she was supposed to listen.

"I came to apologize! I didn't think things would turn out like…like this." She couldn't look at Callie and Callie didn't want her looking at her.

It felt violating to have Four's eyes on her. The last time Four had seen her it had been through a camera lense as she spied on her and Marie during what they thought was a private moment. Marie had often lamented there was no such thing as privacy for them anymore and, at the time, Callie had disagreed. It was just harder to find, she'd insisted. And for what. For it to all come crumbling down around them.

"What does that even mean? What did you think was going to happen?"

Four shrugged, rubbing her arms. "I don't know! Not this! I didn't know how famous you guys were and even then I just. I just thought you'd get made fun of for a few weeks and everyone would forget about it! Isn't that what always happens? I never realized this is why Marie was freaking out so bad…"

Callie didn't respond. She knew she'd start crying if she did. Tears already threatened to form. She clenched her hands, trembling. She tried to just breathe. In and out. In and out.

"I'm sorry, okay? I don't know what I can do to fix things."

"You leaked a video of me and Marie! What do you mean fix it! How can you fix something with no pieces left to put back together!"

"Not the whole thing! Not…on purpose."

"It doesn't matter. You still recorded it. You still let everyone know you had it. The full thing still got out." Callie wanted to hold back. She wanted to deny Four the satisfaction of an answer. But she couldn't. She just couldn't. "Not that that makes a difference. Everything was ruined before that. Reporters went to my parents house. They didn't even know about it yet. I hadn't even had a chance to tell them what was going on. Now they. They don't even wanna talk to me anymore. My mom said…she said I was disgusting. Th…that I ought to be ashamed of myself. That I wasn't welcome home anymore 'til I… I apologized. Can you believe that? She wants me to apologize and it's not even my fault. But what good is sorry anyway? It doesn't change the fact paparazzi freaks showed her all kinds of pictures from that stupid video. That people keep finding ways to send her…to send her and dad the most graphic parts… cos they thought it was funny. Guess you thought it would be funny too. I don't think it's very funny."

By now her voice had raised so much Marie had no choice but to step back into the living room. She knew she wasn't supposed to but it hurt to hear Callie so distraught.

"I finished putting everything away, Callie…" she grabbed Callie's hand, hoping a distraction would help de-escalate things. "Maybe, uh, maybe Four should go home. I think."

Callie sniffled, throwing her arms around Marie. There was no longer a point in being ashamed. Four had already seen so much. What was a hug compared to everything else?

—-

"We're cousins."

The answer didn't come easily for Callie, but Marie was no longer willing to let go with her questioning. Not after her outburst. Not after her sobbing. Four had successfully ruined what little peace they had once again. Marie had made her sit down and made her talk about it. She did deserve to know, but Callie wanted to hide from it just a bit longer. Just until things were better.

Marie didn't take the revelation well, though she wasn't angry like Callie feared. Nor was she disgusted. What she was, was confused. Hurt? It was hard to say for sure.

There was something strangely comforting about the knowledge Callie was related to her, a distant familiarity that the old Marie still remembered even though she'd long since blocked it out.

"I don't understand. Did you know this whole time?"

"Do you hate me, Marie?"

She shook her head.

"Well why not!"

She shrugged. "So you did know?"

Callie turned away, hugging herself. "I didn't know how to tell you."

"Like you just did I guess." She frowned, chewing on her lip. "How come you said I was your girlfriend? And how come you… uh. You kissed me and…stuff."

"Because I love you." She mumbled, feeling dizzy and nauseated.

"Did we do this kind of thing…before?"

Callie nodded.

"Oh. Oh… kinda weird… I guess."

"So you hate me now, right?"

Marie lay her head back against the couch cushion, looking up at the ceiling. She felt cold. Numb to her emotions. Just more information she didn't really understand. Just more facts Callie told her.

"Nah."

"How!"

"If it was always like this between us. I don't know." Marie grinned, hoping to put Callie even a little bit more at ease, "and besides. You're pretty nice to look at. Y'know as far as the girlfriend thing goes."

Callie didn't laugh, but she did turn to look at Marie. "You mean it?"

"Yeah. How come you got stuck with me?"

"Don't say stuff like that. I'm not stuck with you, I chose to be with you. We've always been together… in one way or another. No one else could understand me like you!"

"Yeah, but still, your cousin? How's that even happen?"

It was a genuine question, Callie knew, but it still felt like Marie was mocking her. The truth was she didn't know how it happened. One day it just was happening with no clear path from point A to point B. Marie wanted her, Callie wanted to be wanted.

"Cos you love me and you cried about it."

"That right?" She smiled, and for the briefest of moments, Callie thought she looked like her old self again. So natural and at ease with her.

Callie reached up, rubbing Marie's cheek. Marie was still hers, deep down.

"Will you finally tell me what happened to me?"

Callie's hand slipped away from her face and her gaze dropped. "It'll just upset you."

"Probably."

—-

News in Inkopolis spread faster than Salmonids chasing glowflies on high tide. Marie didn't know exactly when Four had sold off her blackmail, but it felt like mere seconds after she'd walked out of the apartment. She couldn't even break the news to Callie herself because before she had even walked through the front door, her phone was blowing up with texts and emails and calls from anyone and everyone who had access to her contact information.

Articles were quick to follow. Breaking news not just in gossip rags and pop culture interest sections, but real news outlets. Dozens and dozens of articles flooding her news feed with titles ranging from pure shock value to trying to dissect what led up to this. Marie didn't want to look, but it was like watching a trainwreck through a mirror. None of it felt real.

Kissing Cousins: the Shocking Exposé on Pop Sensations "The Squid Sisters"!

"More than Sisters?" An Anonymous Source Reveals the Duos Biggest Secret

Obvious All Along? Dissecting the Symbolism in the Most Viewed Squid Sisters Music Videos

Those were the tame ones, compared to what was to come. It didn't take long for interviews with former friends to begin popping up. Then family. Their parents. Callie's parents were quick to deny any knowledge of what they were up to. Marie's, on the other hand, publicly disowned her, claiming they'd always suspected she was screwed up and had already distanced themselves from her. That much was true, but did they need to make a big show of it?

Days all felt the same after that. A whirlwind of numbness and despair. How could they focus on one thing to feel bad about when the next thing hit them before they even understood the one before it? Brands quietly dropped sponsorships with them, erasing any evidence of their involvement as people rallied together to express their outrage. Some even called for their arrest, insisting something they'd done had to be illegal.

Disgust aside, it hadn't.

Though Four had committed a crime. Marie had briefly considered a lawsuit. They'd win, sure, but what point would there be? The principle of it? Four couldn't pay out a settlement. It wasn't going to remove every image floating around online even with constant vigilance and cease and desists. They could try. They could fight for the rest of their lives. They had been wronged. But in the eyes of the media, of their fans, they had betrayed everyone's trust.

No one was upset with the real Callie and Marie. Not outside of their parents, anyway. They had no authentic public selves. The characters of Callie and Marie had acted out of line, gone off script. That's who destroyed thousands of para social relationships with a single still from a video. It was the Squid Sisters' brand that had failed the world. It was the product that had been a disappointment. No one cared how they felt, as two young women who had just had their privacy violated. No. That didn't matter. What mattered was the fantasies they had destroyed. The obsessed fans who no longer saw a chance with them romantically. The children who looked up to them for their story of leaving a small town and making it big. Their pain wasn't important. Everyone else's was.

And then, somehow, some way, the full recording got out.

Maybe Four hadn't realized how valuable what she had was. Maybe someone nosy had found a way to hack her. Maybe someone had been so desperate they stole the equipment for themselves. Or maybe Four had been the one to do it herself. It didn't matter. The outcome was the same. The mockery and ridicule got worse. The shock and disgust turned to anger and hate.

People were bored. Everyone loved a good scandal. And who was going to go against the crowd to defend them? To defend someone who was fucking a family member? It was indefensible.

Marie just wanted it to end.

Callie's parents called her often. The arguments were different, but the message was always the same.

"Leave Marie and come home."

"Leave Marie and come home."

"Leave Marie and come home."

Callie said no. She'd cry and fight and argue and yell and cry some more, but it was always to say no. No. No. No. She wouldn't leave, she'd never leave.

Marie started to feel like it might be best for Callie to go back home to Calamari County. Somewhere quiet. Quieter. Maybe move with her parents elsewhere, out to Splatsville where no one would recognize her. Probably.

Callie wouldn't listen. She wouldn't leave without Marie. But if Marie wasn't around to leave with…

This was her fault all along, wasn't it? She'd been the one to pressure Callie into a relationship. She was the one who kept her under control. She made sure she controlled every aspect of their lives so Callie couldn't stop her. And! She couldn't even drive! She relied on Marie for everything! It didn't matter how true any of that was. It felt true.

Marie had bought sleeping pills after Callie had disappeared.

—-

"Cal?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't think I like remembering this story very much."

"I told you you wouldn't and-... Hey, wait. What did you just call me..? And did you say remembering like you mean that you–"

"Sorry, Cal. Love you."

#aohota #hotaao #Callie x marie #I'm not adding all the pretty italics i added in the actual document #Tumblr should just let me copy and paste them #whatever enjoy this sequel

[starlightshore]

explain Danny phantom to someone who’s never seen it before?

uhhhhh so i can only talk about it as the most insane kinda fandom person because

i was obsessed with this show when it first aired when I was 8 years old. it was my first fandom. i read fanfic for it before i even knew what fanfic was. its HEAVILY tied to my nostalgia and I've been engaging with the fandom on/off for literally 19 years. at this point DP is in my DNA.

while it's not my main hyperfixation (thats undertale) its the one tag i visit regularly and the one fandom I'll jump to every few months and binge fics for. i don't even read UT fics anymore but the DP fandom is always doing something. its very active!

under the cut I talk about my thoughts on the show, the fandom and explain the premise. It's a wild ride.

TLDR; i have a lot of THOUGHTS on this show and i do not actually recommend it. MAYBE if you're curious explore the fandom and some fics but be careful about it, it's a bit gratuitous with its angst.

If you want a basic premise: local 14 year old accidentally lets loose hell but also has become part ghost. This kid can fit SO much trauma in him.

first off: I fucking love Danny Phantom.

And I'm going to spend the next two segments complaining about it. Feel free to skip if you're already aware of this /or don't wanna linger on it.

Second off: This show fucking sucks*

* Ok fine yes sometimes it can be good, but it will always have an asterisk next to it.

it has NOT aged well. it was created by an asshole who's got a long shitlist of things he's done and still does that's all terrible. i am not one to hate someone publicly unless its for something like this. Feel free to google what Bitch Fartman has done if you're curious but I'll warn you: he is a horrible person and he disgusts me. I only acknowlege him when its to mention how awful he is and how I do not want to support him.

This is not like with FNAF where supporting that franchise supports Scott. Danny Phantom first aired 19 years ago. The show was written, directed, and sure as hell animated by a team of professionals. It is not his sole creation. Studio Animation is not the sole work of an individual. I respect (most) animators and the hard work they've done and do. IIRC Shitfartman doesn't even have the rights to the IP anymore. I assume he gets residuals though. That said the only canonical piece of media we've gotten is a graphic novel that was released last month. Up until then, supporting DP was just not literally a thing you could do!

Its not just the creator who sucks. There's a lot of BS in the show too.

the show is very early 2000s (and even then thats no excuse) and it has a bingo card worth of shit in it. racism, bigotry, ableism! you name it. I do not condone and i do NOT recommend this show because of this! its horrible with what they did with this show and its shocking it was acceptable enough to put on TV. you literally can't do shit like that anymore.

I'm not going to go list every detail of every horrible, fucked up thing the show has done. The list is too long and I haven't watched the actual show in a few years now. by god, I know there is a list out there though.

Anyway outside of my obligatory "fuck this show actually" rant aside

i do love this show because it DOES have a lot of good and cool stuff outside that. but also. its so much wasted potential.

the core premise is:

Hey what if a pair of paranormal obsessed mad scientist parents punched a hole into the after life hell dimension- and what if their son was basically spiderman-ed about it?

And here's the core part of the premise: Danny only keeps his identity a secret to the humans. Ghosts learn like, pretty much straight away that he's a Halfa (half human, half ghost). He's if spiderman's worst fear wasn't the villains but if like. Aunt May was going to rip him apart.

Oh yeah that's. a thing. Danny's parents literally want to rip his ghost identity apart from, and I quote, "molecule to molecule."

For a an comedy-action show its WEIRDLY morbid and dark at times but then has the tonal whiplash to make you question what the fuck did they just do. How'd they do that and then not care they just wrote that in. Seriously. It'll just lore drop or hint to dark things and then brush it aside because it's main focus is comedy.

Anyway back to explaing what the show even is about. the show likes to say Danny got his DNA merged with ectoplasm but that's stupid af i'd rather say he died but only stayed half dead. He can transform between the two states: living and dead. But he's not just two halves that make a whole -the two sides blend together. He can use his ghost powers as a human -and early on he couldn't control them so he'd just. go intangible or invisible at the worst moments.

The show just. jumps right in. You don't get to see the accident outside the intro (at least until season 2 when they retcon some stuff) you just have it thrown into your lap. He has powers now. He sucks at it. Deal with it.

I think it's important to acknowledge that this show was written before Netflix did streaming. Before Plot heavy cartoons were a thing. (Not to say they didn't have reoccuring plot, it justw asn't the same thing as it is now.) You had to write the show with the limits of:

Comedy being a major focus

You have to write it with the expectation that anyone could jump in and (reasonably) understand most things going on. While there's some continuity and plot progression, the status quo is god.

because streaming wasn't a thing yet, you could only watch the show by jumping into whatever the fuck episode was playing. I doubt it played in order all the time. You just couldn't make a cartoon that had weeks upon weeks of plot developments and expect people to keep up.

The show is, in fact, meant for kids. While it does dive into some darker stuff (being ya know, a ghost show) its still going to be overly silly.

So while YEAH i'll complain about the very very shitty things the show did but I can't soley blame Fuckhateshitman for all of it. It's the restrictions it was made under + likely a lot more circumstances I don't understand. I am a hobbiest animator. I have no real world experience in the animation industry. I can critique the final product but I can never understand what shaped the cartoon. If shitheadmcgee wasn't involved and the studio gave the show more room + had you know, more POC and women on team + animation (even for kids) was respected more then who KNOWS what the show could of been! But like. its a 2000s show. It is what it is. I think the show has its good and bad and i'll harp a lot on the bad rn because I think its important to acknowledge especially to new people, but I do want to frame it by saying it really is the product of its time.

I want it to be better and I hope if it gets rebooted its better. We expect a lot more from cartoons now then we did then. (I know this was a long tangent + kinda over simplifying things but whatever, moving on.)

The (Ph)Fandom

19 years later and here we are. Enter the Phandom (called that before that phill and whoever used the term, idc i'm still going to use the term.) We, the fandom, almost completely just retconned the show's finale. (obviously SOME people still like it but its like. an incredibly small percentage) Like. we straight up pretend it didn't happen. i don't even want to get into it rn. It was SO BAD that the graphic novel that just released literally (spoilers) retconned everything about it aside from a ship pairing.

Anyway the Phandom- personally I think it goes a little TOO harsh in its angst. LIke, maybe a bit too much. But it DOES add nuance and explores the themes and lore that the show just flat out refused to engage with at all. It really digs into the premise of "hey wtf this 14 year is half dead. hello? hello??? thats fucked up.... lets explore that." and i'm here for it.

As long as its not like, masochistic and gratuitous for no real reason. 😬That is my biggest complaint with the fandom is that sometimes it goes over board.

But yeah outside of that, it can also be VERY silly so expect tonal whiplash here too! We got memes. We got fandom holidays and events. Whacky stuff.

OH AND OCs. We have fandom OCs like Wes. The best nonexistant character ever. Love that lil weirdo <3. His whole schtick was "What if Danny had another human villain? What if this random background classmate knew his secret and was trying to expose it?" and its spiraled from there. No one ever believes Wes and he's tortured by it. Some make him out to be a conspiracy nut while others make him more of a threat. (or a joke, as I do) Considering this show has a ghost-version of the Men in Black (Guys in White) conspiracy actually lines up accurately for what Wes does. And, you know. The Fenton's have a portal to the afterlife in their basement. Honestly pretty reasonable.

so like the fandom just kinda... picks and chooses the canon. It does have an edge of "we can do better" but in fairness, as I just discussed, there's an awareness that the version we make is not restricted by the environment the show was made under. I would hope most of the fandom understands this and doesn't say it in the sense of like "oh yeah I know better than professional writers and artists fuck the show 1000%" instead of acknowledging Yes He Fucking Sucks but its also more complicated. I don't want to foster an environment of superiority and disrespect to any media/creators (with exceptions ofc) cause. Jesus christ we live on the internet in 2023 you have to know why I feel this way by now.

Anyway with that in mind, I do think it's a positive thing! I mean, fuck, the show had no new content for almost 20 years I think its obvious by now we'd just make our own doll house out of it by now.

So yeah the Phandom is like this:

We're oddly consistent with the phandom lore we've built around from the canon's lore. We expand it, we make it more queer, we do our own thing. And I really enjoy it! I partake in it! It's pretty cool.

So while there's some merit to the OG show I would not recommend it on account of the amount of BS I mentioned at the start of the post. But I would recommend the fandom! As long as you got a strong black list with trigger warnings in place. Again, I think the fandom is a lil too gratuitous. But oh my god I love so much of what the fandom does. There's so many fics that just stick with me and (ha) haunt me. There's a reason I still come back after all these years. there are SO many good fics.

also the fandom got adopted by the DC fandom a year or two ago. personally i have to have like 80 tags blocked so i can even navigate the tag. Its not my thing but i'm happy people are having fun!!

#personal stuff #dp talk

[analogwriting]

Recovery

Smutilogue (afab edition) Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader word count: 3.1k first|amab version a/n: here's the cora smut y'all been feinding for. technically this is an epilogue, but it also works as standalone. im lit as shit rn as usual when i write that shit - so enjoy. as usual, there are two versions. one afab, one amab but they both have diff things happen. (one rails the other rides ain't that great) also amore is love in italian and amor is love in spanish which tbh its cute n funny to me

“Ugh, it's so nice to finally be home,” you grumbled as you walked into the door of your house. At this point, you hadn't been home for a month and a half, but luckily you had cleaning services to maintain everything while you were away. Marco had also been sure to check on the house, he had a spare key, after all. 

“I think this is the first time I've been in your home.” You looked back to Corazon who was closing the door. “Well, benvenuto in casa mia.” You chuckled as you set your things down. Man, it was good to be home. 

You set your things down on the couch, letting Corazon explore your place while you checked everything. Windows, exits, the likes. You just wanted to make sure no one had broken in at any point. Marco had done this for you too and you had an alarm system, but with recent events, you couldn't be too cautious at this point. 

You headed into your room, seeing your boyfriend standing and staring at something on the floor in your closet. “Whatcha doin’?” 

You could've swore he jumped ten feet in the air. He looked back at you with panic in his eyes as he closed the door. “N-Nothing!”

Your expression changed to that of a droll one. “I don't believe that for a single fucking second.” You walked over, moving him and opening the door. 

Oh. Right. You'd forgotten that you meant to go through that and get rid of some stuff. 

There, in the middle of your closet, was a box of sex toys. You weren't embarrassed about it, if anything you were amused. You snorted, looking at him. He couldn't make eye contact with you. “Oh, you're just the cutest.” You reached up, pinching his cheek, causing his face to turn a deeper shade of red. 

“What's got you so flustered, amore? Imagine me using these on you?” A sly grin spread across your face as you pulled out a double ended strap. 

You heard him gasp softly and you looked at him, his face still a bright red. You grinned. The two of you held out this long despite almost jumping each other a couple of times. You could see his blush creeping down his neck and to his collarbone, his breathing became shallow. Oh, he absolutely was thinking of you using these on him.

“Oh, you dirty boy,” you purred and he frowned, quickly turning to head out of the room. You grabbed his wrist, pulling him back. You moved just right to get him to stumble onto the bed, quickly straddling him in the process. 

He looked at you with wide eyes, but he wasn't protesting. “Y-You should be recovering,” he mumbled. A large smile spread across your face. 

“That's all I've been doing.” However, if he was uncomfortable, you weren't gonna make him do anything. “But, if you don't wanna, that's okay.” You kissed him softly, smiling against him before moving to slide off his lap. 

Before you could go too far, you felt his hands on your hips, pulling you forward. You blinked, looking at him. His face was still bright red, but you could see the lusty haze beginning to form in his eyes. You had him right where you wanted him.

“Only if you're sure you don't need to recover some more,” he said. 

A smug smile spread across your face. “Oh, I'm just fine.” You kissed him again, hungrier this time. The two of you groaned against each other as it quickly became a heated exchange. You appreciated his concern, but you were just fine and you were about to be even better. 

You pressed a hand to his chest, pushing him down into the bed, following suit as you kissed at him. You reached under his shirt, feeling him up. You slowly lifted his shirt, resting it above his chest as your lips trailed to his neck, leaving hickies in their wake. Your hands explored his body, fingers gently tracing his scars. He shivered, his breathing shaking as small noises of pleasure escaped his lips.

Having him at your mercy like this was…delicious. 

Your fingers brushed over his nipples, twirling around them before pinching them softly. He gasped, arching his back as a small whimper escaped his lips. This was something you could definitely get used to. You moved down, beginning to kiss at his chest now; your lips gently pressing against his skin. He pressed into you as he moaned your name.

Who knew he could be so submissive? Sure, he always gave in to you, but you didn’t think that he’d be this submissive in bed. You were going to make sure to give him the shag of his life. 

You continued to kiss down his torso, taking a couple of detours to kiss a scar here and there. You two had that in common; bodies littered with scars from your former lifestyle that you were born into and were able to escape from. You reached the waistband of his pants, beginning to unbutton them. His breathing had already grown shallow as he looked down at you with a flushed face. 

You sat up for a moment, just admiring his beauty. Him just laying before you, face and body flushed, beginning to glisten with sweat. His chest was moving up and down rapidly as he was already breathless. His shirt pushed up over his chest with his pants slightly undone while looking disheveled…you honestly were tempted to take a picture. Make it the background on your phone maybe. Though, Marco had access to your phone, you didn’t want to embarrass Corazon like that.

A grin slowly stretched across your face. “Already this worked up?” You could tell by the tent in his pants that he was more than ready for you to do whatever you pleased with him.

You absolutely planned on railing him today - give him the time of his life. He deserved it after all he's done for you and the fact he's stuck around despite the absolute shit show your life has been the past couple of months. 

“How can I not be? I've been waiting forever,” he mumbled, looking away from you, covering his mouth with his hand. You just grinned at him like an idiot for a moment. His gaze shifted back to you. “W-What?”

“Nothing, you're just so pretty,” you mused, licking your lips. He groaned softly, covering his face again and you chuckled, finally making your next move. 

Your hands moved quickly, freeing him from the constraints of his pants. He twitched and throbbed against your hand as the cool air hit him. You expected him to be on the bigger side considering how large the man was himself, but you weren't too worried considering you were going to be the one railing him this time around. Maybe you'd ride him next time. 

This was about him this time around. You wanted to express your gratitude for everything. 

You leaned down, pressing your lips to the base of his cock. His breathing hitched and he let out a tiny whine. “You tease too much,” he mumbled. 

You just smiled at him. “It's because you're so fun to tease.” You decided to do so just a little bit more. Taking your tongue, you started from the base, dragging it along the underside all the way to the top before swirling it around his head and pressing a kiss to it. The entire time he whined, his back arching - he was completely and totally at your mercy.

“Please,” he mumbled, his voice breathy and desperate. Oh, you liked that. “Please what?” you asked, beginning to stroke him, your thumb brushing over his head. 

He just looked at you with a pained look in his eyes, his hips bucking slightly, begging for more friction. His pupils were blown with lust and you were eating it up. “Please stop teasing me,” he gasped as you squeezed him slightly as his base. 

“Mm, I guess.” You decided to finally show him some mercy. You could tease him further, make him say even lewder things, but you decided to take it easy this time around. This was only the first time, after all. There'd be plenty more to come. You wanted to hear him yell your name, honestly. Nothing would get you going more than being able to hear him desperately calling your name in such a lewd manner. 

Finally, you gave him what he wanted, sliding him down your throat. Every time you did something like this, you were a bit worried about getting lockjaw so you tried your best not to overextend your jaw. Even if it did happen, you were a doctor and could take care of it, but it wouldn't make it any less embarrassing. 

Your eyes widened slightly as he rolled his hips, shoving himself down your throat even further. You pressed down on his hips, holding him in place as you pulled off of him for a moment. “Careful there, eager mcbeaver. I'm the one in charge,” you said, panting a bit. He looked down at you through half lidded eyes, pouting slightly. Fuck, he was so hot. 

You resumed what you were doing, taking him into your mouth once more. You could feel him straining under you to keep from moving. Good boy, you’d be sure to reward him well. It wasn't long before you started to work him, bobbing your head as your hands gripped at his thighs - mostly keeping him in place. You could also feel that he was going to be sent over the edge at any moment. 

Using one of your hands, you began to fondle his balls, causing him to whimper and moan. “Y/n!” His voice was a high whine, breaking halfway through. You gave his balls a nice tug and squeeze, causing him to buck his hips and shoving himself down your throat even further than the time before. He moaned loudly as he came and you did your best to not choke at his sudden movements. You were so glad you didn’t really have a gag reflex, but he still made it hard.

Though, you should've seen that coming from a mile away. 

You pulled off of him, swallowing every bit of cum he had before fully pulling off of him. You were panting heavily, as was he. He placed an arm over his face as you moved up. You removed it, kissing him hard. “I'm sorry,” he mumbled against you, so breathless you almost didn't hear him. 

You smiled. “It's okay. I should've expected it. I didn’t exactly play fair.” You pulled away from him, sliding off the bed. He looked at you, confused and sitting up on his elbows. “Where are you going?”

“You were curious about the strap, remember? When I come back out, you better be naked.”

You watched as his eyes widened before he nodded and you grinned, disappearing into the bathroom, and grabbing the toy along the way. 

You reemerged, significantly less clothes than before. That being, you had none. All you donned was the strap. You almost sent yourself over the edge just getting it on with how turned on you were just from making him lose it. Half of it was inside of you, after all. It was one of those double sides. 

Corazon had also followed instruction, now naked as he laid on your bed. He had been able to calm down a bit. He was no longer panting and his skin wasn't as flushed, but you knew that wouldn't last very long.

He looked over as you walked out, his own eyes widening. He licked his lips as he stared at you, devouring you with his eyes. “Stunning,” he mumbled, looking you up and down. You felt your face warm up. He sure knew how to flatter you. His eyes rested on the strap, swallowing hard. 

You walked over to him, kissing him on the way before rummaging through your nightstand and pulling out some lube. “Relax. Trust me. I won't hurt you.” He just looked at you before nodding. “I trust you.”

You grinned, sliding back onto the bed and in between his legs. You applied some to your fingers, looking at him. “I'm going to stretch you out first since this is your first time doing something anally, I assume.” He nodded, just staring at your hand. 

You would take your time, not wanting to go too fast and freak him out. You started with one finger, sliding it into him. He squirmed a bit, making a face of uncertainty. Once you started moving your digit around, he was quickly lost in the pleasure, relaxing a bit. He loosened a bit and you added another one, this time he moaned a bit, rolling his hips. You stopped moving, giving him a look. “Ah, ah. Patience.” 

He frowned, pouting and whining a bit. “You tease,” he mumbled, panting slightly already. You were absolutely eating up his desperation. You just grinned, beginning to move your fingers, scissoring them inside of him and curling them. You could feel him starting to relax more, loosening even moreso. Good. You didn't want to tear something. It wasn't long before you added the third. 

“Please,” he whined. “I think I'm more than ready.” He gasped, looking at you with agony. You snorted, grinning down at him. “I suppose.” You slowly pulled your fingers out, watching his eyes roll back and his back arch. Who knew he was such a little slut?

You moved to add some lube to the strap and once again, he was watching your every move. This time, however, it was more anticipation and excitement rather than fear and uncertainty. 

You positioned yourself in between his legs, sticking one on his legs over your shoulder. His face turned a deep shade of red as you did so. You pressed the head of the toy to him and heard his breath hitch. Again, a grin spread across your face in amusement before you slid the toy into him.

His eyes widened, rolling back before his head fell back onto the pillows. A long, loud, and whiny moan erupted from him, but he wasn't the only one. As you pressed into him, your side of the toy pressed deeper into you, causing you to moan right along with him. Both of you were panting by the time you bottomed out. Your head was spinning as you paused to gather yourself. 

It'd been a while since you fucked anyone and even longer since you topped. You weren't too sure how long you'd last. Hopefully long enough. 

After a moment of regathering, you looked at Corazon. He was panting heavily too, an arm over his face. You reached up, moving his hand. “I want to see that face.” 

He looked at you. Well, at least you think he did - he might’ve looked through you. He looked absolutely lost in whatever pleasure you were currently giving him. You took that as a sign to start moving. You pressed a kiss to his leg that was over your shoulder before you rolled your hips, moreso testing the water. 

You heard him gasp, watching him grip the sheets before melting into a puddle of pleasure. You also felt the toy inside you move, causing your own head to spin more rapidly.

You kept moving, pulling in and out of him. You were slow with your movements at first as you struggled to find a pace - you were a bit out of practice. It didn't take you too long to find it, though. Soon enough, you were quickly moving your hips, the room filling with nothing but the noises of your pleasure. 

It wasn't long before you were absolutely wrecking him, pistoning your hips in and out of him like you had everything to lose. He was crying out your name over and over, begging you for something you weren't even sure of because he never could finish his sentence. You could make out the word ‘yes’ a few times. His words were slurred and you were pretty sure he was drooling too. 

You could feel your own legs beginning to shake as the toy pressed and rubbed against all the right spots inside of you. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, the coil in your abdomen wound tightly. It was only a matter of time before you were out for the count. 

You were honestly surprised you lasted this long. 

A few thrusts and many moans later, you felt the wave of euphoria wash over you as the coil within snapped, sending you over the edge. You cried out Corazon's name, stilling your hips and shoving the toy deep within him. His own cries also bounced off the walls as he yelled your name, making a mess of the both of you as he reached his climax as well. 

Your entire body shuddered as you kept still, riding the euphoric waves of your climax. You were panting heavily, sweating a good amount too. Ugh, you were going to need a shower after this, but you also knew you were probably going to pass out.

After a bit of recovery, you pulled out of him, hearing him whine in response. You moved quickly, removing it from yourself as well, whining just as he did, feeling yourself twitch against the toy. You chuckled it on the floor, deciding to deal with it later. 

You moved, collapsing next to him. You looked up, pressing a kiss to his jaw before settling into his side, still panting like crazy. Your own heart was racing and you knew his would be too. With a deep breath, you closed your eyes, trying to calm your breathing a bit. You felt his arms wrap around you and pull you close. 

“Mm, how did you like it?” you asked, looking up at him. He looked down at you, a tired but goofy grin spreading across his face. “I'm…gonna be sore but…” He kissed you softly, sighing against your lips. “I'd do it again.”

You snorted, grinning. “Good to know. Guess I'll be keeping that after all then.” The both of you chuckled, settling down. You felt exhaustion creeping in. You were technically still in recovery, after all. 

“Mm, I love you, amore.” You pressed a kiss to his chest before closing your eyes again. “I love you too, amor.” He pressed a kiss against your head before settling in. It wasn't long before the two of you were out for the count.

#i always try not to make them too long but i just don't know how to shut the fuck up #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #donquixote rosinante x reader #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #corazon x you #rosinante corazon #corazon x reader #corazon #rosinante x reader #rosinante #am fics #sc #smut piece

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 121

Chapter 121: "Isn't This Great"

It's kinda scary how they're so excited about violence and destroying this world, like I know y'all have experienced harsh times here and just wanna live in peace but damn.

When someone as logical as Ray starts to believe in the new plan then you know it's gotta be a more optimal strategy. The Seven Walls is a big bag of surprises on its own anyway so they're not entirely wrong to be skeptical about it either.

I know they're worried for Emma and it's very sweet that they see Norman's plan as a way for her to finally relax after everything she's done for them up to this point, but it's not like she's been doing absolutely everything on her own either. Yeah everyone is following her as their leader, but the whole family is supporting one another as well, whether it's proving food, safety, healthcare or assisting with gathering information about the human world, WM, the Seven Walls, etc.

And yet something about their praise towards Norman kinda bothers me, or at least the timing of it and how they word it. Everyone was just saying how Emma was doing so much for them but now with Norman here, he's gonna do even better "this time for sure." Emma was already doubting her choices back during & after the shelter raid, do we gotta lead her down the same train of thought again? Our girl is doing her absolute best! It's not her fault a few people died while she was in charge.

Words can't express how glad and relieved I am that Ray notices her bluff.

It's such a tiny panel too but I'm glad the anime remembered to include it anyway. Very important for the upcoming chapters.

I love that we get a moment away from all the drama and just see the kiddos all excited as they explore paradise. They definitely deserve some luxury after the stressful trip they enduring to get here.

Affectionately blaming Tag because this is all I can think about whenever I see this panel of Norman.. I still dunno why I find it so funny to this day, but yeah.

It's beyond precious to see the trio play chess together again, even if Ray's acting like their parent. Deep down he knows he can't say no to them. Just give in, sweetie!

I hate this speech bubble so much! Let me see my boy's cute sleeping face!! He's probably feeling so safe and content around his two favorite people in the whole world, I'm certain he's got a big smile on his face as well.

Favorite panel/moment:

The younger kids are so cute when asking Norman which name he prefers. They wanna be so proper and don't wanna make him upset or annoyed by saying the wrong thing. It's so heartwarming to see him drop the facade around his family though.

And they're so relieved by it too! Just to have him act as their older brother again! (Ray actually imagining him as a giant is hilarious.)

Absolutely one of my favorite panels of this lad, not even solely because he's getting tackled and knocked down by so many kids but also with the happy look on everyone's faces.

And I especially love Anna, Sandy & Paula's reactions to finally seeing Norman; from the dramatic pause to their totally shocked expressions. Even Hayato is taken off guard as he's certainly never seen the boss act like this before. (it's a bit odd though because Paula was shown touring paradise with the others a couple pages ago so why is she suddenly surprised here? I know she and the other two were taking care of Chris & Dominic earlier and missed the initial reunion, but whatever.)

Don and I got that same mindset.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

[fandsart]

i’d love to see double date or tattoo fic for stobin (from the stobin month prompts)

I asked for requests because I could not choose between them and then you sent me a choice. Fear not, I will combine. Gonna ignore that tattoos weren’t legal in Indiana until the 90s, as it seems everyone is doing that anyway

Double dates make things easier. Nobody blinks an eye at what the activity they’re doing implies when it’s being done with two girls and two boys. It already looks like a double date. If they’re all giggling—as a group—well, no one really questions it. Still, they try to go out of town for it. The people in town know them too well. Assume that Steve and Robin would be dating which is uncomfortable on its face, but even if they were willing to go the beard route, that leaves Vickie and Eddie to pretend to be a couple, and they aren’t the closest. It would be a difficult idea to sell, long term at least.

It’s fun exploring the towns over too; places they’ve never been. Just walking around and finding things to do on the date as they go. Vickie once described it as like window shopping for date samples and then making a meal from the samples. Though she used more words to describe the idea.

So they’re wandering the area, looking in at random shops when Eddie suddenly shouts, “Oh my god, I totally forgot I’ve been here before!”

“Define ‘here,’” Robin prompts.

“This town. I drove over here last year for my wyvern tattoo.”

“I think, only you could forget about a town you went to a year prior,” Vickie says.

“What reminded you?” Steve asks.

“I recognize this area. The tattoo parlor is, like, a block away.”

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It’s the drive back that gets them talking, because Eddie has a strict rule regarding not getting impulse tattoos after getting the one his bats now cover, but he’s always itching to get more ink. The only issue comes with committing to a design and figuring out whether he’s actually prepared for the permanency of his choices or if he’s just so desperate to make himself into a work of art that he’s willing to take any image and slap it on his skin.

“If you want something meaningful to put on your skin, why don’t you just have someone you care about pick the design?” Vickie asks. “I’m sure you wouldn’t have any regrets then. I mean, unless you have a falling out with that person, but if it’s someone you really trust it would probably have to be, like, way down the road.”

“Oooh, Stevie, wanna get matching tattoos with me?”

“I’m going to be honest, I don’t know if there’s anything that would be fitting for you to get that I would be also super comfortable having on my skin. No offense.”

“Course not, love.”

“But I could probably think up something for just you.”

“Aw, just for me?”

“Shut up, you know what I mean.”

“But yes?”

“Yes, Eddie, I’ll doodle you up something all for you.”

“You know, I wouldn’t mind getting a tattoo,” Vickie says, directed at Robin. “Maybe a matching one would be too early for our relationship, but corresponding ones could be cool. If you’re down for it. Like if they work as a pair, but could be viewed on their own just fine? But they would be meant to represent ourselves more than each other, you know?”

“We could get our instruments done.”

“Yes!”

“We aren’t heading back now for you to get that done,” Eddie says. “You’ll have to wait.”

“Obviously. We’d need to set up what they’re going to look like anyway.”

“Eh, you’d be surprised with how little a tattoo artist can work with. I know your instruments are kind of complex, but you could at least get a pretty good simple version of them. More detail means a higher price anyway.”

“We should probably sit on the idea for a little bit anyway,” Vickie says.

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“Wat’cha workin’ on?” Robin asks, pulling on her uniform vest, ready to start the few shared hours of work she has with Steve after school.

“Brainstorming ideas for Eddie.”

“Oh, the tattoo! How’s it coming?”

“Not well. I feel like if I saw an idea I could tell you whether he would like it or not. I know him well enough for the yes or no of it, but coming up with an idea myself is so hard. I know how Eddie thinks, but it’s not how I think, so I’m drawing a blank. You and Vickie made these decisions look so much easier.”

“Well, maybe if you tried to look for something you have in common like Vickie and I did…”

“It’s not… Look, I’m not upset that me and Eddie are so different. I love him for it. I just wish I could do this for him. I’m glad that you and Vickie being so similar works for you, but so does my relationship the way it is.”

“Well, obviously it’s not working that well.”

“Shut up, we aren’t going to break up over my uncreativity. Eddie’s just usually the creative one in the relationship. I mean, the reason he asked me to do this is because he’s literally so creative he won’t think his choices through.”

“At least he’s self aware enough to recognize that in himself.”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe instead of brainstorming for just Eddie you should do some practice brainstorming first.”

“‘Practice brainstorming?’”

“Like a warm up. Like, you know how professional artists will, like, warm up by drawing a bunch of circles on a page before working on their actual pieces.”

“... No?”

“Ok well they do. Basically what I’m saying is that if your issue is that you don’t think the way Eddie does, then you could at least get into the mindset of thinking about what makes a good tattoo first. You think more similarly to me than you do Eddie, so if you were picking out a tattoo for me, what would you pick?”

“Well obviously a trumpet is an easy go-to. Oh!” He snaps his fingers. “One thing you could do is get the word for robin—like the bird—down in every language that you know. And then you could add one whenever you learn a new language.”

Robin hums. “I might use that, but no time soon. I’ll have to think on it. Any other ideas?”

Steve snorts. “Ice cream.”

“That doesn’t even work out of context. The only way that could work, like, as something that represents me, is if you get a matching one.”

Steve shrugs. “I mean, yeah, the only way I’d even get an ice cream tattoo would be if you were getting a matching one.”

“Where would you get it?”

“I don’t know. The Scoops uniform had, like, a patch on the shoulder. I’d probably do that.”

“Well if that’s the metric we’re using, my uniform had it on the vest. That puts it on my…”

“Your boobie.”

She elbows him lightly. “Gross.”

“Oh, whatever! It’s part of your body Robin. How can you not bring yourself to name a part of your own body?”

“It’s gross that you’re the one saying it.”

“But you also don’t say it!”

“I’m also not getting a tattoo there.”

“Then just also get it on your shoulder! You don’t have to follow the logic.”

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A couple weeks later sees Robin getting two tattoos. A trumpet on her left forearm, the same place Vickie got her clarinet, and an ice cream on her right shoulder in the same place as Steve’s. And Eddie is absolutely obsessed with his new tattoo of an african death-head moth. He named it Andrew. Steve may have recruited Dustin for help on getting past “moth.”

Despite being their most physically painful double date, it’s probably one of their most fun ones. Having some kind of goal and actually getting something—an actual physical thing—out of it makes it feel like they’ve achieved something. Maybe they should start structuring their dates a little bit more, even if it’ll be a little more tricky to keep their relationships on the down low.

It’s not longer “stobin month” but I will continue taking requests from the prompt list by @lesbianancyy because I wanted to take more in the first place, but I got these out late, because I’ve been super busy

#stobin month #platonic stobin month #stobin #platonic stobin #steddie #rockie #ficlet #ask #answered asks #anon ask #prompted #my writing #fandsart