#that transition when her voice comes in is just incredible

[leavemethescars]

Your love was foreign to me, it made me think maybe human’s not such a bad thing to be

#tigers jaw #constant headache #Joyce manor #tigers jaw constant headache #SoundCloud #dude I cannot stop listening to this #that transition when her voice comes in is just incredible

[sunlightmurdock]

The Odyssey | 1.2 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Bradley just can’t keep his hands, or his thoughts, to himself. People are starting to notice.

Warnings: enemies to lovers, power imbalance (professor / student relationship), age gap (22 / 33), swearing, infidelity, making out, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, handjobs, cum, bradley dislikes her fiancé, deception, also inaccuracies in the timeline of Pompeii and the telling of Greek mythology, very brief allusion to SA at the very end, 18+ minors dni, wc: 7.5k

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“So there are rumours in the city that Psyche is the second coming of Venus, or the daughter of Venus — something like that. But, Venus — Aphrodite — sends her son Cupid — Eros — to shoot Psyche with an arrow to make her fall in love with something hideous.”

You’ve read stories like this before.

“He scratches himself with the arrow, and falls in love with Psyche the second that he sees her. But Psyche’s two sisters are married already, and no one seems to want to marry Psyche, so her dad starts to think they’ve incurred the wrath of the gods. He consults the oracle, and is told that Psyche is going to be married to this hideous, terrifying dragon-creature.”

“Ew.” You scoff.

He snorts. “This part of the story is where it gets kind of interesting. The oracle says that she is to be left on a cliff for her new husband, and they send her there in her funeral attire. Death and marriage become just the one central theme of being a total transition into the unknown.”

You’re quiet against him. He pauses. The ugly lampshade seems drawn to the rock on your finger, making it twinkle in the light.

“Anyway, Zephyrus — which is the god and personification of the Westerly wind, which is the most favourable of — I’ll explain it another time. Zephyrus gets Pysche ready to meet her fated match, and sets her in a meadow, where she falls asleep. She falls asleep in this perfect place, and wakes up transported to a kind of grove.”

You rise and fall with his chest as he sighs.

“Then, she finds this incredible house, with big golden columns, a carved ceiling and silver walls embossed with wild animals, and mosaic floors,” Bradley glances down at your fingers toying with the buttons on his shirt. He squeezes your waist. “And a voice comes out of nowhere telling herself to make herself at home, and she’s presented with a great feast.”

“The dragon doesn’t sound so bad.” You mumble into his chest, drawing a breathy chuckle from him.

“Well— she doesn’t trust him so easily. She’s impressed, but terrified. But, y’know, he’s her husband, and it’s technically their wedding night. So she lets herself be guided to her bedroom at night where she has sex in complete darkness, with something that she can’t see.”

“The dragon?”

“Well, he never lets her look at him. He always leaves before sunrise and doesn’t allow her to look at him. But she learns to like his visits, and becomes pregnant — in this version, anyway — but her family haven’t heard from her at all, so her husband allows Zephyrus to bring one of Psyche’s sisters to visit her.”

You’ve got plenty of opinions on what you have heard so far, but you keep them to yourself as Bradley continues with the tale.

“Her sister is jealous of how happy Psyche is, in this magical house, with her mysterious husband, you know? — So, she kind of reminds Psyche that he’s supposed to be this gross monster, who will kill the child when it’s born. She manipulates Psyche into wanting to know who her husband really is.”

“So, one night after her husband has fallen asleep, Psyche finds an oil lamp and a dagger — to find out if her husband is a monster, and to kill him if he is,” Bradley shifts his hips, stiffening as you sit forwards and press a soft kiss to the glimpse of his chest under his shirt. “And um… well, she sees him and he’s beautiful. Incredible. She’s so happy. But, she spills oil from the lamp on his skin, and he knows that she has betrayed him by looking, so he leaves her.”

“Why was he so against her seeing him if he was so beautiful?” You sit up and turn around, barely noticing as Bradley catches hold of your knee. He tugs it over his lap and pulls you across him, sitting you against his middle.

“Because he defied his mother by not making her fall for something disgusting. Aphrodite wouldn’t have allowed them to be together,”

“Oh, I understand.” You confirm, resting your hands against his stomach.

“So first, Psyche sees the god Pan. He recognises how in love she is, and she recognises his divinity. Then, she starts to walk the world looking for her love. She starts by going back to her sisters and telling them what happened, but they’re both pissed that her husband was Eros. So, both sisters try to offer themselves as a replacement to him by climbing the rock face and casting themselves to Zephyrus, but they both fall to their deaths.”

You frown, which seems to spark amusement in him. He gives you a calm shrug and tugs at your hips, making you flinch as the cold metal of his belt touches the warm skin of your inner thigh.

“So, Psyche keeps on wandering, looking for Eros. She comes across the temple of Ceres, and finds all of these offerings that are thrown everywhere and — it’s a mess. So she organizes it all, because offerings to the gods shouldn’t be neglected, and Ceres appears to her. Psyche begs her for help, and Ceres acknowledges that she needs it, but can’t offer any help because she can’t go against a fellow goddess.”

You shift uncomfortably, pushing away from his belt and settling against his thigh instead.

“Um… right, so after Ceres, the same thing happens at the Temple of Juno, and Psyche realizes that she has to pledge herself to Venus. This is what Venus wanted all along, right? — So, she turns Psyche over to her two Handmaids, Worry and Sadness, for her to be tortured. They ruin her clothes, and hurt her, and mock her for conceiving a child in a sham marriage.”

Your face creases, frowning back at him.

“Venus leaves her with this huge mass of different grains, and demands that they’re all sorted into different heaps by dawn. But a little ant takes pity of Psyche, and assembles a fleet to complete the task for her. We also find out around this point that Eros is in the same house, recovering from a wound, but he doesn’t know that Psyche is there.”

His hands bracket your thighs, and they have been since he sat you in his lap. Watching his Adam’s apple rise and fall with every word, your lips twitch at the corners as you think of the other day in the library. His lips on your neck.

“At dawn, Venus sets her a second task. She has to cross a river, and fetch golden wool from an untameable, aggressive sheep on the other side. Well, Psyche’s heartbroken and worn down by this point, so she plans to drown herself in the river, but she is saved by a reed and gathers the wool caught on the briars of it.

He can see it on your face that you’re up to something, but he pauses to let you kiss him anyway. Soft, and slow. His hands grabbing firm at your waist.

His lips graze yours, his nose brushing your cheek as he continues on with Pysche’s tale, fingers curling into the pale pink chiffon.

“For her third task, Venus gives her this little crystal vial and sends her to collect the black water from the river Styx. So, Psyche climbs the cliff face to get to it, and as she does,” Bradley is interrupted mid sentence as you press forwards and kiss his mouth once more, then the corner of his lips. He hums softly and tries to recapture his train of thought. “She’s attacked by the dragons that surround it — Jupiter himself takes pity on her and sends his eagle to protect her from the beasts and collect the water.”

Your nose brushes the curve of his jaw, soft lips parted just enough to tickle his skin with your cool breath right before you close them around his pulse point and suck.

He’s holding your hips, nice and steady — he could pull you back and stop you, but he doesn’t. His long fingers dig into the meat of your thighs.

“Keep going, what happens next?” You urge him, pushing lightly at his chest and pressing another longing kiss to the length of his throat. Your fingertips slip under the unbuttoned top of his shirt, skimming the flushed skin underneath.

He swallows, leaning his head back against the wooden headboard. You gasp softly as he squeezes firmly at your waist and lifts his hips from the bed.

“So, for the last trial, Venus sends her to the underworld to collect a dose of beauty from Proserpina, the queen of the underworld,” He’s painfully aware that his voice has grown thick and that he’s blushing like a kid, and suddenly the details of the story seem a little bit blurrier. Then, your tongue dips out from between your lips and wets the spot you had just kissed — exactly the way he does.

“Christ.” He chokes out, letting his head fall forwards to rest against your shoulder. “Do you get off on trying to make me cum in my pants or something?”

It’s at that point that he remembers exactly who he is speaking to, and how you’ve reacted to this kind of profanity before. Nose wrinkled, he’s wincing as he pulls back to look at you again.

You’re smiling. Well, biting at your cheeks in an effort not to, but smiling nonetheless. Your nose is wrinkled too, like you’re trying not to like the idea quite as much as you do.

“Oh, you do.” He scoffs.

“No, I just…” You huff and then shrug, glancing down at that loose button on his shirt. He watches your fingers toy with it absently, painfully aware of how his straining cock is wedged against his thigh. “Hadn’t really thought about myself being sexy before. I mean you’ve given plenty of people orgasms, right?”

He knows better than to answer that question, so he just stares back in response.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come close.” You tell him.

His hands feel electric as they skim under that pretty pink dress, a twinkle in his eyes and a slight quirk to the right corner of his mouth. “Now who’s thinking too much, huh?”

With that, he kisses you. The deep and dirty kind as he presses forwards and grabs hold of the back of your neck. Every time, the surprise gets you and makes you part your lips. His tongue dips into your mouth as he pushes his hips off of bed and into yours. Only, this time, whatever he does has you making the sweetest little sound.

Right against his mouth too, a pleased little mewl. He groans right back onto your lips, fingertips trailing over the fabric of your underwear all of a sudden. You had been too distracted to even notice them creeping their way up your thigh.

Heart racing, your fingers skim into the curls at the nape of his neck, eyes locked on him. Swallowing hard, you glance down towards his just parted lips and catch sight of your lipstick printed faintly on the side of his neck. A beat passes where he just watches you studying his lips, waiting for you to kiss him.

Finally, you lean forwards and your cushioned lips are on his once again. Pouted and oh, so gentle. His fingers curl at the back of your neck, his nose bumping yours as he takes lead and lets you sink into the feeling of him.

Even with the thin linen of his shirt, and the slight crack in the window to the left of the bed, Bradley hasn’t ever felt quite so hot.

“Can I feel you?” He asks against your mouth, trailing the pad of his thumb across your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear.

“If I can feel you.” It’s not an exactly well thought-through plan, you don’t have the logistics of it figured out, but he’s kissing feverishly across your face and, what with it pressing into your thigh, there’s only one thing on your mind.

“I can’t, baby—“

“It’s just touching.” The second that the words are out of your mouth, you’re struck with a strange kind of deja vu. Not here, not with him. An outer body kind of thing. Either way, you aren’t left with much time to think about it as Bradley dips forwards and captures your mouth once again.

You let yourself fall with him, even with little choice once he wraps you in his arms, and he turns the two of you until you’re on your back and he’s between your legs.

This is exactly what got you so worked up earlier, so afraid. It feels so right to be moving in sync with him like this, your hands, your mouths, your bodies. His weight pressing into your stomach and his thick arms bracketing your body, engulfing you in him.

As he nips and rocks and caresses, you’re happy. It couldn’t possibly be wrong if it just feels this easy. His blue jeans are tented, straining against the pink of your dress, his shirt untucked and messy.

It’s like the two of you think of his shirt at once, as he props himself up with one hand and tears open those already loosely attached buttons with the other. All the while, his mouth is hot on yours, deep, soft sounds spilling from his lips.

He pulls it swiftly off of his shoulders and drops it haphazardly onto the floor, then there’s a pause. He’s sitting back on his ankles, both of you struck with the same thought once again. His gaze falls down to your dress.

“Should… Do you want me to take it off?” You figure, bringing your hands up to cover your chest, still blinking at his freshly exposed skin. Wide, angled shoulders, sitting square and rising and falling heavily with each breath. His skin taut with muscles, but without the definition of a man who keeps them for an ego boost. Tanned skin, dusted with light brown hair.

“I want you to,” He gives a slow nod of his head. “But I can work around it.”

“No, okay… I can take it off,” You lift one hand to stop him and swiftly tear it back the second that it touches his bare stomach. “Just— give me a second— the zipper—“

Bradley hooks one arm under your hips, and the other under your back, hugging you swiftly to his body and covering you with his weight. You squeak quietly as his fingers curl around the zipper and his lips work feverishly across your jaw.

The zipper barely whines as he pulls it slowly along the length of your spine, feeling the material go loose between the two of you. His mouth follows the sound south, feverish at your neck and down to your clavicle.

Squeezing your eyes tight shut, you let you shoulders relax and the material fall slack, giving his hands the freedom to tear it off and discard it like he had his shirt. Even so, the second that his warm mouth touches the centre of your chest, you push back into the pillows, scorched by the feeling.

“You want me to zip it back up?” Bradley asks coolly, one of his hands squeezing softly at your balled up fist. You hadn’t even noticed you were grabbing at the bedsheets like that.

“No, I just — — don’t want to watch when you see me.”

And that just about breaks his heart. He thinks back to the phone call he had that night in December, when Malcolm had finally picked up. Bradley had been standing beside your bed with that stupid plastic phone in his hand, keeping you on your side so that you didn’t choke if you puked — and that little shithead had answered laughing.

At first, Bradley had regretted threatening the little weasel. It could have cost him his career, especially if you had decided to flip the narrative on what happened in his car — luckily you hadn’t remembered that part. But god, hearing the arrogance and thoughtlessness, Bradley doesn’t regret threatening to knock some sense into that kid one bit.

And now, seeing what eight years of supposedly loving that kid has brought you to, he doesn’t regret what he’s about to do either. In fact, what he’s about to do might be a little bit to do with the fact that he would purposely like to spite your fiancé.

“Why don’t you want to watch?”

“I don’t know. In case you don’t like me.”

“Oh, I like you,” You hear him breathe out a chuckle as his hand reaches across yours, peeling your fingers off of the bedsheets and stroking his thumb across your relaxed knuckles. “C’mere. Feel.”

As expected, it works like a charm. Your eyes spring open so wide they look for a moment like they’re going to pop right out of your head. Heat spreads like wildfire, starting in the tips of your ears — it engulfs your face and your chest, spreading down your arms with no sign of stopping.

Sitting back on his knees, his chest bare and his shoulders squared proudly, he’s looking you right in the eye as he squeezes his hand around yours. Under your palm, still within the confines of his jeans, you can feel all of him, straining against the denim.

“Okay, but men get erections over ridiculous things sometimes—“ You reason as you pull your hand away from him. He lets it go instantly, but follows your hand away, planting his free hand into the pillow beside you and forcing you to lean back as he comes in close.

You think first of all that you’re ready for what he’s going to say. Then, he leans in closer. All the way past your face until his lips are grazing your ear.

“You want to know why I’m hard?”

“Mm.” You croak out, fingers once again balled into the sheets.

“I’m hard because I can’t stop thinking about how wet you were that night in Venice, and how you kissed me the next morning. You know you talk in your sleep?” His voice against your earlobe makes you shiver and pull back, frowning disapprovingly.

“I do not.”

“You do, baby — do you know how hard it is for a man to get a good night’s sleep when you’re whispering his name?” He turns his head towards your face and kisses your jaw softly, reaching out and grabbing at your hips. He tugs you just a bit closer and the dress falls just slightly. You let it go.

And before you know it, your fingers are curled into his hair, your legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s unhooking that pretty pink dress from your left ankle. The second that it’s off completely, his hands go for his belt. The leather clangs against the metal buckle and against the button on his jeans loudly as he fumbles to work it open one handed. His other hand cups your jaw. His thumb sits on your left cheek, his four fingers sit on your right, he holds your head straight as he sucks at the supple skin of your bottom lip.

“Fuck me…” Bradley mutters, his forehead inches from yours. Looking down between your two bodies, both of his hands abandon their previous posts and go for your middle. Instinctively, you lift your knees, hunching forwards in an attempt to cover yourself. “Stop, honey, let me see.”

“You’ve seen plenty of women.” You remind him, crossing your arms over the unlined, unremarkable, comfortable bra covering your chest.

Bradley teeters on the edge of being amused or upset by your comment. You’re nervous. He’ll give you that one. He looks up at you as he crouches between your legs, “So, I know what I’m talking about, huh?”

With that, he leans down and presses his lips to your stomach, right below your belly button.

“I could look at you all day.” He tells your skin, without looking up from his onslaught of delicate kisses, his fingers walking along the curve of your waist and back down again to your hips. As his hands skim down to your thighs, he takes note of just how much you’re trembling. Finally, he lets his lip graze the waistband of your underwear.

If he was being really truthful, and if he wasn’t holding back, he would’ve popped open the clasp on that bra about a minute and a half ago. Bradley has seen just about every kind of underwear there is to see, and his favourite has always remained the same.

There’s quite simply no better alternative to naked. His mouth works along your navel, headed straight for the apex of your thighs, and he thinks to himself that he couldn’t care less about what kind of underwear you’re wearing, until he sees it.

He’s on his front, face to face with the pink underwear with an embroidered Wednesday across the front. It is, indeed, Wednesday.

“These,” He rubs softly at each of your hips, pressing a wet kiss to the embroidery. “Are very cute.”

“Oh my god, no—“

“But I want them off.”

That’s what that look in his eyes is. You get it now, as he curls his fingers into the sides of your underwear, and it makes your stomach erupt into butterflies. The last time he took your underwear off, he didn’t get that good of a look — this time, you’ll be naked. But, he still has you nodding dumbly at him.

“Wait — yours too.” You realize.

Bradley nods his head, gently guiding the pink underwear down your legs. He’s not looking at your face. He’s practically salivating. “I will. I just want a taste.”

He lifts your legs upwards, slipping the panties off of your ankles, dropping them to the bed and grabbing the backs of your thighs. Legs pressed together and pushed back toward your abdomen just slightly, you can’t quite see his face, but your skin is hot with the knowledge of exactly what he’s looking at.

There’s a moment before you feel anything at all, where you know that he is just staring. It takes everything in your power to make yourself keep still, not squirm away, to not say something stupid.

Then, you feel his fingers right there, trailing through your excitement, examining exactly how you’re feeling about him. You turn your face sharply to the left, aiming for the respite of hiding it in a pillow. But next, he sits forwards and grabs your hips, lifting them off of the bed and bringing you to his mouth.

Right as your heart feels like it’s about to burst out of your chest, you feel his lips on you, kissing softly, following mostly the same pattern his fingers had. The tip of his nose bumps your clit as he flattens his tongue and licks upwards until he’s at that sensitive bundle of nerves.

But he doesn’t stay there. With how you’re trembling against him, he knows better than to overstimulate you. The last thing he wants is to make you cry on your second time at this. His mouth turns towards your thighs, sucking and kissing at random.

Your soft skin, bristled by his rough jaw. He can tell you’re trying so hard to sit still for him. You’re so polite when you want to be.

Then, he’s right back where he wants to be, his mouth presses firmly to your soaked core and he does the exact same thing once again. Familiarity is the easiest path to comfort. His tongue follows that slow, familiar stripe up to your clit and flicks softly at it. Then, he presses impossibly closer and wraps his lips around the sensitive bud, sucking softly.

“Oh—“ You squirm, trying to reach for his shoulders, your thighs pushing back against him.

Finally, he relents. You want to touch him and that joke about ruining these jeans is about to become a reality if he doesn’t do something soon. Your head spins as he moves between your legs and kisses at your mouth, eyes open and blinking as you taste yourself on his lips.

The sound of a zipper breaks through the surprise, eyes widening further as you watch him shove his jeans down his legs.

“Still with me?” Bradley checks, kissing the corner of your lips as his jeans hit the floor. You swallow softly, glancing down at him kneeling between your legs. He’s wearing loose fitted blue boxers — well, you imagine they looked more loose before. All that’s separating him from you is that thin cotton material.

“Mhm.”

“Still want to touch me? — Tell the truth, honey. That’s all I want.” Your eyes are closed, head tipped back as he sucks his way along your jaw. You nod weakly at him, wondering if you look half as wild as you feel.

“Yeah.” You follow his mouth, chasing his lips until he kisses you hard.

You lean in once again to kiss him the second that he pulls back, and then, blinking slowly at him, a fluttering erupts in your chest. Pride surges through your ribs and into your stomach as you take note of the darkened hunger and arousal in his expression.

“But you can’t laugh at me.” You breathe out, willing that funny feeling in your stomach to just go away so that you can focus.

Every single word that spills out of your mouth, Bradley gets that little bit closer to knocking your fiancé on his ass the second that the two of you are back at home. He wonders what this asshole possibly said to you to make you so timid.

“‘M not laughing.” Bradley answers you, his voice calm as his hands skim over your naked hips. He swallows softly as he reaches for his own boxers, settling down at your side as he pushes them down his legs.

Suddenly, you’re far from laughing too. Your mouth is dry as he lays down and pumps his hand once around the length of his dick. It sits just below his belly button, standing to attention, swollen and red. Impressive. Big, like the rest of him.

He tucks an arm under your waist and pulls you across the bed, into him. Your stomach presses into his length while his fingers curl around the curve of your ass, teasing that line between your thigh and your pussy.

“Can I have a kiss?” Bradley whispers, nudging at the tip of nose with his to guide your head back. He knows that’s where your confidence lies. You’re smiling softly as you dip forwards to kiss him, well within your comfort zone. “Thanks, honey. Can I have your hand?”

As he asks, his hand inches forward until you can feel him once again brushing through your excitement. Another slow kiss, sucking softly at your top slip as he pulls back.

The tip of his index finger swipes through gently, his throat thickening his voice with desire. Your hips push back, and the tip of his finger slides in with no resistance.

You press your lips together, presenting your open palm for him to use. Bradley pulls back to look at your surprisingly steady hand. With the hand that isn’t toying between your legs, he takes hold of it and brings it to his dick.

He knows there has to be some natural curiosity buried under all of those nerves, and he’s not into the idea of using you like a doll. He takes your thumb between two of his fingers, swiping it through the pearl of precum on his tip, and down toward his shaft. Then, he lets your hand go.

With the hand that’s between your legs, his finger presses in again, further this time, and you squeeze around him in response. You trail three fingers from the top all the way down to the base of his pelvis. It’s smoother than you thought it would feel. Fuller. Just… not what you were expecting, maybe.

With one finger inside of you, his others explore between your legs, the long digits easily reaching across your lips and stretching towards your clit. You tuck your head between his shoulder and jaw, cuddling close to his chest as your fingers sprawl across the soft, ridged skinned of his length.

It’s not the most comfortable for him, stretching his arm around you like this, but he’s so entranced in watching you touch him that he forgets to mind.

You gasp sharply as his finger presses deeper than before, curling into a spongy part of your walls. Bradley kisses the sound away, his free hand coming up to cup the side of your throat.

“Does that feel good?” He whispers against your lips, kisses growing eager as he pushes his hips forwards, rocking himself against your bare stomach. You squeak back, nodding your head at him.

“Can you show me what to do?” You’re both being so quiet, sharing breaths and whispering even though you’re just about as close as two people could possibly be. Bradley takes your hand again, at once he pulls his finger out of you and dips yours between your own legs. Reeling, you just watch as he circles your clit with your fingers, soaking them before pulling back.

By the time he wraps your hand around his cock, eclipsing it with his own, it’s plenty slick. He lifts it slowly, and drags it back down, pumping it a few times on his length.

“Just like that, little firmer — yeah — yeah, that’s good,” He murmurs, now able to reach back between your legs more directly. He captures your mouth into one of his specialty dizzying, open-mouthed kisses as he presses his middle finger back into you. “Fuck, you’re so, so wet.”

It occurs to him briefly that maybe he’s in too deep — if this is how his first attempt at trying to convince you to further your studies has ended. It doesn’t stop him in the slightest.

He slows his motions next, rocking his hips into your hand as his ring finger hugs his middle and toys at your entrance before easing into you. You gasp, wincing slightly.

“Shh, shh… does that hurt?” Bradley whispers, searching your face for answers as your hand stills around him.

“A bit.” You croak out.

“Come here, honey, just give it one second. Tell me if it hurts any more.” Your head drops back down to his chest as the rough pad of his thumb circles at your clit. Trusting his expertise, you put your attention into touching him instead, guiding your hand up and down along his length. He pants softly, his heartbeat thudding against your cheek.

Slowly, he starts to work his fingers into you, moving them just barely to accommodate you to the feeling. A gentle curl of the two digits has you crying out softly into his bare skin. His cock twitches in your hand in response.

It’s been a long time since he has felt so out of his depth. He’s afraid of stepping a foot out of line. He wants you to trust him. It’s why he hasn’t yet snapped open the clasp on your bra — he doesn’t want to grope at you like some animal and scare you off. Getting to that point seems like a long stretch away.

But, the way you exhale softly and lift your head to kiss at his neck calms his nerves just a bit.

As his fingers push in further together, spurred on by the needy mewling noises you’re making, Bradley suddenly remembers the throbbing in his dick.

A pleased moan spills from your swollen lips as you drag them across his collarbones and along the protruding vein in the side of his neck, your hand still loosely working at a steady rhythm around him.

“Faster.” He hums into your mouth, rocking his hips eagerly into your hand as he curls his fingers into you. You keen helplessly into the feeling, squeezing your palm tighter and doing exactly what he had. A simple up and down tug.

“God, you’re the sweetest fuckin’ thing.” He doesn’t swear with you often, and really you’re not much of a fan of men with dirty mouths usually — but this, the gravel and desperation spilling from his voice has you throwing yourself at him, rocking yourself onto his fingers. “Taking it so well.”

Your mouth hangs open, legs spreading wider apart for him to angle himself closer. Bradley studies the look on your face, breathing heavy, knowing that if he does see you in his classroom in September, he’s in big trouble.

He’s not sure how he’ll ever look at you again and not think of this wide-eyed, trusting expression on your face.

His free hand comes up to brush your hair back off of your forehead, not quite noticing the lovestruck way you’re watching him as your stomach starts to tighten and tremble. His lips press softly to your forehead, just above your eyebrow, and then your cheek, just below your eye.

“You’re perfect.” He whispers, smiling at the way it makes your mouth hang open in a rounder shape. Then, he leans in and sucks softly at your bottom lip. “How’s it feeling?”

You swallow through the dryness in your mouth, suddenly remembering to close it, then you try to nod at him. “Good.”

���Real good, or just good?” He nudges at the tip of your nose with his, fucking his hips into your hand as his skilled fingers drive the thoughts out of your head. Another slow, dirty kiss and it feels like you might just melt into him and become one if he does it again.

“Real good.” You whimper.

You’re hugging his fingers so tight that you wouldn’t even have to be touching him for him to still be on the verge of cumming already. He gasps and covers your hand with his, slowing it around his cock as his fingers continue into you relentlessly.

“Was — Did I hurt you?”

“The opposite.” Bradley reassures you, breathing hard as he starts to slowly guide your hand along him again. “You almost made me cum.”

Your eyes hurry open, right as something Bradley does makes you squirm right into him and gasp out loud. He watches you watching him, trying to see what you’re doing, what it looks like.

“Oh — mm, don’t… you want to?” Your other hand comes up to grab firmly at his thick shoulder as your eyes squeeze shut again. You can barely feel your legs. Bradley grunts softly in your ear, his thumb working firm circles around your sensitive clit.

“Not ‘til you do.”

Luckily for him, he doesn’t have to wait long. Well, really there is nothing lucky about it. His moves are tried and tested. Before you know it, you’re coming all over his hand, babbling against the hot skin of his neck as you try to find the right word. Legs trembling, you cling onto his shoulder as he rocks your other hand around his length.

You can feel how close he is, how close he wants to be to you. He’s practically engulfing you, turning his face towards your neck and groaning enough to make you wish he hadn’t ever stopped touching you.

“I’m gonna cum.” Bradley seems to realize at once that you probably aren’t going to like what’s about to happen. He kisses you hard as he untangles your fingers from his and takes over, pressing his weight into you, chasing his own high.

Grabbing firmly at your waist, he pulls you against him and breathes hard into the crook of your neck, making it unmistakable as he groans your name. You watch, lips parted, as he coats his hand in his release, the fluid dripping onto his taut, shaking stomach.

“God, fuck—“ Bradley pants, swallowing hard and letting his head fall back against the pillow. So much for trying to keep his hands off of you.

You push yourself up so that you’re sitting, curling your knees up to your chest, taking a moment to observe him while his eyes are closed. All golden skin and soft lines, broad and strong. If he existed all those years ago, someone certainly would have wanted to carve him out of stone too.

“So, how does that myth end?”

He hums in amusement from beside you as his blurred thoughts start to come back to him. He’d almost forgotten what you had both even been talking about. He swallows thickly and glances down at the mess he has made on his hand.

“They survive it all, and get married,” He answers simply as he pushes himself up from the bed and searches for something to clean himself with.

Making a trip to the shared bathroom on this floor would probably be frowned upon in his current state.

“Their baby in the story goes on to be Voluptas — she’s known as the goddess of sensual pleasures.” He settles on a hand towel that seems untouched, and wiping off his hand and his stomach, then his dick. He turns around and finds you staring at him like he grew an extra head.

Quickly, you stand up and look towards the window like you hadn’t been staring.

“They went through all that just for it to be fine in the end.” You muse, shaking your head slightly as you grab your pyjama set and step into them, buttoning the shirt over your bare chest.

Now clothed in his boxers, Bradley presses his chest into your back and mouths softly at your neck.

“That’s how it always goes, more or less, right?” He decides, closing his eyes finally, turning his face towards your hair. You hum quietly. There’s a soft pause as his hand brushes over your bare stomach under your pajama shirt and then grabs firmly at your waist again. He sighs. “I should go.”

There’s no way he’ll be able to sneak out of here in the morning. You’ve all got an early checkout and with everyone being on the same floor, he’s just asking to get caught sneaking out of your room.

You whine quietly and turn towards him.

“Really?”

“Unless you want to explain to the class exactly what I was doing in your room all night, baby, yeah.” He murmurs, kissing the top of your head. Despite your tired protests, you do let him leave without either one of you speaking about the line you have once again crossed.

He lets himself into his room, shirt barely buttoned, belt barely fastened. Luke is sitting upright with his back against the headboard of his twin bed, eating a packet of miniature cookies and watching an Italian dub of The Golden Girls.

They meet eyes, silent as the door clicks shut behind Bradley. It’s 3:45am. Luke hasn’t seen Bradley since they parted ways after the class dinner at 10pm.

“Hey, buddy.” Bradley mumbles, kicking his shoes off and already starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Hey.” Luke mumbles back, eyeing Bradley curiously. They haven’t spent much time together recently. Luke has noticed that he basically has the room to himself.

He scoops up a handful of the cookies and fills his mouth as Bradley strips out of his jeans. His head is turned strictly towards the staticky television, but his eyes peek quickly across at the lipstick mark on Bradley’s neck.

Again, Bradley doesn’t want to talk about it. He makes the most of his couple of hours of sleep and drags himself out of bed once again all too soon, packing his belongings for another day of travel. They make small talk as the two of them head down to the lobby.

Luke walks right ahead, greeting Robin’s tonsils with his tongue before he greets her verbally. Bradley strolls behind, dropping his bags to the floor and stretching his neck from side to side.

“So, what’s in Monteriggioni anyway, Brad?” Zoe asked, draped across the couch with her arms folded over her chest. She’s wearing a little pink tank top, looking at him over the top of a book she’s reading for him. This is the least hungover he has seen her in weeks.

“It’s a walled town — but we’re staying around forty minutes away from there.” He explains, dropping his sunglasses down onto the bridge of his nose.

“Where?” Abigail pipes up, sipping on a bottle of water.

“It’s someone’s house. He takes study assistants through the summer. Worked with him a couple of times.”

“You know so many cool people.” Zoe hums, turning her head and grimacing as she comes eye to eye with Luke’s hand groping at Robin’s ass over her levi’s cut offs. Bradley makes a soft sound of acknowledgement as he turns his head to see you giggling with Pasquale on the way into the lobby.

With his tongue finally out of Robin’s mouth, Luke cranes his neck to get a look at what it is Bradley’s smiling at. You. He turns his head to look at Robin, giving her a knowing look as he gestures for her to look over too.

“Alright, gimme your keys, let’s get out of here.” Bradley calls out to the group, walking around and taking the key from each person in the class. You take a seat on the edge of the couch that Zoe is laying across without greeting him as he heads up to the front desk to check out.

“Where do you go every night after dinner? — You just sit in your room or something?” Robin asks, leaning around her boyfriend. You lift your head and turn to look at her, immediately bristled by the smug little look on her face.

“Sometimes, other times I walk around a little.” You don’t owe her an answer and really, Pasquale wishes that you wouldn’t engage.

She makes a face, almost smirking, “All by yourself?”

“Oh, we have a message for this room. A young lady from New York called three times yesterday afternoon, we were trying to reach the occupant.” The receptionist realizes as she holds up your key. Bradley glances at the number, then back at you over your shoulder. He has to remind himself to call you your name.

You whip your head around at the sound of his voice across the lobby. You turn quickly back to Robin and she quirks an eyebrow at you.

Bradley frowns slightly at the furious look on your face as you storm across the lobby towards him and stand firm, “What?”

“You have a message — someone called you a couple of times yesterday. Call ‘em back so we can hit the road, I’m going to take everyone else outside to load up the van.” Bradley explains, glancing down at your outfit for the day. He likes those shorts on you.

“Oh, right. Okay.”

“You alright?” Bradley lowers his head slightly, trying to get a better look at your face.

“Fine.” You answer him, turning away as the receptionist hands you the phone, “Hello?”

“Where the hell have you been?”

“… Catherine?” You frown, plugging one ear and holding the phone closer to you. Your maid of honour gasps on the other end of the line, appalled that you now have to second guess the sound of her voice.

“Everyone has been looking for you! We didn’t know which hotel you were at, Malcolm said you hadn’t called in days!”

You frown, wrinkling your face at her. “Daddy’s credit card paid for the hotel.”

“Well, Mac didn’t ask your dad. I’ve been so worried. How are you doing over there?”

Even more so, your frown deepens. Malcolm adores your father. They get along just fine. There’s no reason why he wouldn’t usually ask your father — usually, he wouldn’t need to. They talk every day.

“Yeah, good. Just busy and stuff, we’re traveling a lot. We have to get on the road in a second. I guess calling just slipped my mind.” You spent last night in another man’s arms and your fiancé was worried sick about you. You glance towards the door, watching Bradley laughing through conversation with Luke and Abigail outside. He doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest.

“I’m glad you’re doing okay over there. I miss you. So, you and Mac are good, then, right?”

“Miss you too, but yeah, of course.” You mumble, propping your hand against your chin.

“Good. He mentioned you kind of cornered him about that fight at my end of semester party. I’m really glad you two figured that out. I thought for a second you two were going to break up over it when I first saw him on top of you like that.”

Bradley turns around and bends his neck to look at you across the lobby, his smile fades, brows furrowing slightly as he watches you press your finger harder into your ear and turn quickly away.

“Wait… Cath, what?”

…

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[dreamonseems]

hii, if you are open to more writing about dad!erling, i have a request/idea?¿

maybe like, their son is maybe 1.5 years old/2 and is already aware to recognize erling and stuff like that, so one night, when erling is having a game and you and son stay home, baby cant fall asleep until erling is there, so y/n and baby just walk around their apartment waiting for erling to return and all of them sleep together in their bed🤭🫶

Baby's Wish

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Baby Ragnar can't sleep without Daddy Erling.

I love writing about dad Erling 🥺💓

Ragnar had recently celebrated his second birthday, and he had become the ultimate daddy's boy. With his striking blue eyes and a crown of bright blonde hair, he was a mirror image of Erling, his father. It was almost comical how little he resembled Y/N, and she would playfully tease about how disrespectful it was for her to carry Ragnar for nine months, only for him to emerge from the womb looking like a spitting image of his dad.

Ragnar was an incredibly energetic and curious little bundle of joy. He had an insatiable thirst for exploration, always eager to discover the world around him. But amidst all his adventures, he remained deeply attached to Erling. Their bond was unbreakable. It was no surprise when Ragnar's first word rolled off his tiny lips, and it was "Dada." The sheer adoration in his eyes whenever he laid eyes on his father was undeniable.

Erling's heart would swell with pride and love every time he heard his son call out to him. It was as if Ragnar had chosen Erling to be his ultimate hero and guide in life. The connection between father and son was a testament to the special bond they shared.

Y/N would watch in awe as Ragnar followed his father around, mimicking his every move and hanging onto his every word. She couldn't help but be filled with both amusement and affection at the sight of her little family. Ragnar's unwavering attachment to Erling was a beautiful reflection of the love and care that his father bestowed upon him.

But Days like these were particularly challenging ever since Ragnar became more aware and deeply attached to Erling. Y/N found herself grappling with the difficulty of explaining to their young son why his beloved father wasn't always present, especially during training sessions or when he had matches to play.

It became even more challenging during bedtime, as Ragnar preferred to have his daddy put him to sleep. Tonight was one of those nights.

Erling had an important match scheduled, and Y/N and Ragnar watched the game fervently from the comfort of their home. Ragnar's eyes were glued to the television screen, his little face lighting up with excitement as he recognized his daddy's familiar face among the players.

Y/N couldn't help but find it absolutely adorable, witnessing the pure joy and connection Ragnar felt towards his father.

However, when it came time for Ragnar's bedtime routine, everything changed. The usually calm and peaceful transition to sleep turned into a tearful ordeal. Ragnar cried out for his Dada, his tiny voice filled with longing and sadness.

Y/N's heart shattered at the sight of her baby, his messy curly hair tousled and wild, tears streaming down his face as he desperately called out for his daddy.

"It's okay, sunshine. Daddy will be home soon," Y/N whispered, holding Ragnar close in her arms, trying her best to console him. However, the tears and calls for Erling showed no signs of ceasing. Y/N knew that she needed to find a way to ease Ragnar's heartache and longing.

Making a decision in the moment, Y/N gently suggested to Ragnar, "Let's take a walk around the house and wait for Daddy to come home. Maybe we can see the stars together and make a wish for him." She knew it might provide a temporary distraction and help Ragnar feel closer to Erling, even in his absence.

With tears still glistening in his eyes, Ragnar nodded, his tiny hand grasping Y/N's tightly. They walked hand in hand, exploring the familiar corners of their home. She told him little stories and gave him little tickles, making his laugh fill the house, as they patiently waited for Erling's return.

Y/N hoped that the gentle rhythm of their steps and the love that enveloped them would provide solace to Ragnar's tender heart, reassuring him that his father would be back soon.

As the night progressed and the moon cast its gentle glow, Ragnar's tears slowly subsided. His trust in his mother and the anticipation of Erling's arrival provided a glimmer of comfort. They stood together, looking up at the starry sky, their hearts intertwined, sending their wishes into the night.

And just as Y/N's words had promised, Erling eventually returned home, his footsteps echoing through the hallway. The moment Ragnar caught sight of his daddy's tired but smiling face, his eyes lit up with pure delight. Running into Erling's arms, he finally found the solace and warmth he had been yearning for.

Y/N watched the tender reunion, her heart brimming with gratitude and love. In that moment, she knew that even on the hardest days, their family's bond would always prevail.

"What are you still doing up, my little mischief-maker?" Erling chuckled, scooping up his son into his arms. Ragnar's face lit up upon seeing his beloved father, and he mumbled, "Dada, dada home, miss dada," making grabby hands at Erling's face and showering him with sloppy kisses.

Erling's heart swelled with joy as he watched his son, his eyes shimmering with pride and affection. Ragnar's words melted away any remnants of exhaustion Erling might have felt. His presence had been sorely missed, and he knew just how much his little boy longed for him.

Y/N approached the pair, a smile gracing her face as she witnessed the heartwarming scene. She joined them, pressing a gentle kiss on Erling's cheek. "He couldn't sleep. He cried for you," she said, her voice filled with warmth and love.

Erling tightened his embrace, savoring the feeling of being surrounded by his precious family. There was an indescribable sense of contentment that washed over him, as if the world outside their cocoon no longer mattered.

Nothing else in the world could compare to this moment, where he was at home, embraced by the love of his wife and the adoration of his son.

"Let's go to bed then," Erling suggested, his voice filled with tenderness and determination. With his arms wrapped securely around Y/N and Ragnar, he led them towards their cozy haven, their sanctuary of dreams, and shared moments. As they settled down, intertwining their bodies and hearts, a profound sense of peace washed over them.

In the quiet embrace of the night, Erling whispered softly, "I love you both more than words can express." It was a simple declaration, yet it held the weight of a thousand promises, a testament to the depth of his devotion.

Y/N nestled closer to Erling, their love radiating within the warmth of their shared embrace. Ragnar, his eyes heavy with sleep, nestled against his father's chest, finding solace in the familiar rhythm of his heartbeat.

With a gentle sigh and a heart overflowing with gratitude, they surrendered to the serenity of the night, knowing that in each other's arms, they were home. The world outside might have its demands and challenges, but in this sanctuary of love, they found respite and strength.

As sleep finally claimed them, their dreams entwined, painting a picture of a future filled with love, laughter, and endless joy. Together, they embarked on this journey, united in their bond, ready to face whatever adventures awaited them.

#fanfiction #fanfic #erling #erling haaland #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland x y/n #erling haaland x you #erling håland #haaland x reader #haaland #erling haaland imagine #haaland imagine #manchester city #man city #man city imagine #manchester city imagine #erling haaland fluff #haaland fluff #fluff #love fanfic #love #love story #love fluff #footballer #football #soccer #baby #cute

[raysrays]

Shinobu smut hcs? \(^ᴗ^)/

Kochō Shinobu Smut Headcannons

18+ Content MDNI!!🚫

First time not writing for Kyojuro! Hope you enjoy and please let me know how I did!!

-tried to make these as GN as possible<3

• She's definitely a Dom. On some days, when she's exhausted from a long mission or busy at the butterfly estate, she may allow you to take control. However, most of the time, she prefers to be in charge.

• She’s into thighs, regardless whether they are soft or muscular. She doesn't discriminate in her appreciation. She likes to gently stroke them with her fingers, placing sweet, tender kisses upon them. On the other hand, she may be into sucking and biting on them, leaving distinctive marks to show you who you belong to.

• Do not let her pretty face and alluring voice mislead you; she loves to degrade you. She adores the humiliatingly desperate expression that appears on your face when she touches you.

• She’s incredibly petty. If she catches you flirting with someone else, prepare yourself for what’s coming. She’ll shower you with affection to make you feel special, but then she’ll twist things around, making you feel exposed and vulnerable before she delivers her punishment for your behavior.

• There’s definitely some sadist tendencies if you couldn’t already tell.

• Her forms of punishment can escalate dramatically based on the situation. On the milder side, she might merely restrain you and leave marks all over your body as a subtle reminder that you belong to her. Alternatively, she may go so far as to mount your face and relentlessly fuck you until only her name registers in your memory.

• Shinobu is somewhat bipolar when it comes to sex. You can usually tell what your in for based of how the day has been going.

• If the day has flowed easily, without much stress, you can expect her loving side to come out. As much as she loves to degrade you, she can also take pleasure in the sweet, gentle moments you both share. You can expect plenty of words of affirmation, long, passionate kisses, and the sweetest sex imaginable.

• On the flip side, if she’s dealing with a lot of stress throughout the day or notices you’re not meeting her expectations, brace yourself for stricter consequences. These could involve various disciplinary measures, such as: spanking, pulling on your hair, orgasm denial, biting, the list goes on.

• A noticeable authority kink exists within her, as she takes immense pride in her role as a Hashira. She expects obedience and respect towards her position, promptly reminding you of your subordinate status if any attempts at insubordination come into play.

• If there’s one thing she believes in its aftercare. Regardless of what kind of sex you got that day. The way she treats you afterward never fails to impress. She can transition from being the most heartless and sadistic person to running her fingers through your hair and covering you in kisses, or simply enhancing the amazing gentle moment you shared. It doesn't matter to her—either way, you'll be treated well.

• Teasing and Edging you come second nature to her. She loves to subtly touch you, whispering in your ear, dropping hints of what's to come later. Witnessing your flustered and worked up state throughout the day really gets her going.

• Begging 24/7. She loves it. She wants you practically in tears calling her name over and over just to so you can finish without her ruining it. She takes a lot of pride in having you under her control, and if you aren’t begging to cum you won’t be cumming at all.

• Favorite Positions (not gender specific): Face sitting, Thigh riding, Mutual masturbation, 69.

• Kinks: Orgasm control, Spanking, Sadism, Humiliation, Knife play, Spontaneous sex, Dom/Sub, Teasing, Bondage, Mirror sex.

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[redguns]

Armored Core 6 main cast thoughts. spoilers for all endings

btw. categorizing endings by number rather than if they're "good" or bad" because i think thats stupid. if you categorize them like that you're a fool! Coral take you!

Starting off with Handler Walter. Went into the game not trusting him at all. Whenever he said anything I always thought "Yeah, okay, whatever Walter. in that kind of mocking tone but that changed quicker than i thought once i realized there was a genuine care in his voice and started putting the pieces together for his end-goal. The second ending is genuinely heartbreaking. He really meant every word he said to you. And I adore him for it. View him like a father now

Moving on, Ayre. My beautiful coral anomaly wife.. her kinder and more supportive demeanor immediately sold me, of course, but it was her efforts to actually get me to care about Rubicon as a planet and it's people that really hit. It's special. It's tasteful. It feels great. And it hurts all the more in the first ending when I have to discard all of that. It sucked so much. I was on the verge of tears throughout the whole final boss of the first ending. Worst break-up of my life. Girl I love you so much

Up next, speaking of love, is "Cinder" Carla, who I fell in love with like, 2 lines in? Very attractive voice and then an incredible personality to go with it. Probably the most fun character in the game by design and it goes a long way. She's like a role model to me. I want to be her and I want to date her at the same time. She's just like me Fr. I want to kiss her

transitioning from that to V.IV- SIKE IT'S "CHATTY" STICK TIME Phenomenal. Absolutely incredible performance. Absolutely sells the no emotion AI aspect without being too overbearing. Armored core as a series has always had a high standard for AI characters, and chatty is absolutely at the top of the pile for me along with Chief from V... I love him so much... The strongest little soldier...

Up next, for real now, is V.IV Rusty. What a strong first impression. It was always his line that stuck with me from the trailer. Ready to climb over the wall? They nailed the "rival pilot who's just like you but in another faction" to a degree I haven't seen in decades. A genuine brother in arms. My best buddy in the world. Every time he showed up in the game he just did the coolest fucking thing in the world. Slides right under the door as its opening. Crackshot sniper nailing insane headshots. And then he gets the coolest fights in the game against you. BOTH OF THEM!! HE'S SO COOL!!! HE'S HIM!!!!!! I WAS SO HAPPY IN THE SECOND ENDING ROUTE TO FIGHT ALONGSIDE HIM!!!! THATS MY BROTHER!!!!!! THATS MY BUDDY!!!!!!!!!

..Ahem, moving on then. V.II Snail. Yes. Another motherfucker they nailed perfectly. From the first SECOND you hear his voice you hate him. The fact his head's up his own ass. The fact you keep learning over and over throughout the game that he's SUCH a piece of shit. The fact there is nothing he wouldn't do to stay on top. Despicable little man. Absolutely brilliant antagonist.

And now, finally, the last main character to talk about is G5 Iguazu. Where to begin with this guy... Right from the get go you understand the kind of character he is. All bark, no bite. Every now and then you run into him, you kick his ass, he whines and seemingly gets away. It's interesting, then, that in the second playthrough, already, he shows up more. He sends an assassin after you. And that's that. Nothing until route 3, where it all finally comes together. How he keeps coming back. The ringing in his ears. His hatred and envy of you so strong he gives up his entire body just for a chance to beat you. He's fascinating to me. For whatever reason, his final words stick to me like glue. How he sees you, despite everything. A relic, yes, but one who's free. He wanted those wings, too. I've really come to love him, and what an annoying brat he is. That's his entire charm. He is welcome to the pantheon of Real Haters

there. that covers all the main players. that ended up being longer than i expected. thank you if you humored reading through all of that! i dont usually do these kinds of posts cause i go on for too long!

but this shit mean something to me man

#long post #armored core 6 #armored core VI #ac6 spoilers #armored core 6 spoilers #acvi spoilers #armored core vi spoilers

[inbarfink]

I mean, the thing that’s really amazing to me about the Rocky Horror Cult Phenomena is how much it fits with the themes of RHS. Like, Rocky Horror becoming The Midnight Movie and gaining this huge culture of callbacks and cosplay around it wasn’t like something anyone planned for or anything like that - it was a super-unexpected and strage and organically-grown thing and it just amazing how well it resonates with the movie itself. So many movies gain Fandoms that are kinda at Odds with What the Movie is Actually, so it’s really incredible that even with the Rocky Horror Fandom being what it is, it’s also so in-sync with the movie it’s based around in a strange way. 

Like, if you actually wanna think seriously about RHS, there are few major lenses of interpetation you can view it through: as a 70′s-style mockery of the 50′s, as a narrative about both the anxiety and thrill that comes with the changing times, as a Garden of Eden allegory starring a weird Reverse-God whose gospel is debauchery... but I think one of the biggest ones for me is how it is obviously a tribute to the experience of watching horror and sci-fi movies late at night - and the way these movies, however silly, can offer a sort of getaway from the restrictive, repressive environment of your everyday life. 

Like that is kinda what “Science Fiction/Double Feature” is literally about?

It’s about how much the speaker wants to watch a late-night screenings of science fiction\horror movies. And the verses are peppered with all of these vaugely sexual innuendos, it’s clear that this is at least part of why the speaker wants to go to the late night double feature picture show. Whatever it’s because sci-fi outfits allow for a bit more fanservice than your Regular Movies (”And Flash Gordon was there/In silver underwear”), or cause the thrills of the monsters can become strangely sexual (”And I really got hot\When I saw Janette Scott\Fight a Triffid that spits poison and kills”) or just for some midnight alone-time in the back row...

And in the stage version that line is usually sung by an Usherette character which kinda makes it like... it puts another layer of reality between the audience and the plot. Like, what is seen on stage isn’t a musical abstraction of Brad and Janet’s misadventure but a musical abstraction of the experience of the Usherette (and the cinema audience played by the Actual Audience) watching a horror movie starring Brad and Janet. In the Picture Show, this is replaced with just like... a lot of intentionally kitchy transitions and editing tricks to constantly remind the audience that This Is a Movie. Because regardless of the medium, Rocky Horror is in some way about the Experience of Watching Movies.

And this also comes up when the Criminologist speculates about the nature of reality - it is actually true that life is an illusion and reality is a figment of the imagination, because he is a fictional character in a movie. And Magenta’s verse in “Time Warp”

Like, I suppose literally in-universe she’s talking about her hobby of spying up on people in the castle (like she did to Janet and Rocky in ‘Touch-A-Touch-A-Touch-A-Touch Me’) but like... this is also about being The Audience? Like, the Audience watching the movie are the one who are sitting invisible in ‘another dimension’ and see everything that’s going on... and are being freed by fantasy. (and also it’s important to note that Magenta and the Usherette generally share an actress on stage, and in the Picture Show, share lips but not a voice).

I think you can very easily read Rocky Horror as being About how yeah these old horror movies are cheesy and stupid but they’re also, like, a place of escape from mainstream conservative culture, where you can allow yourself to celeberate the weird and transgressive. Even if it’s kinda bittersweet under the conditions that this transgressiveness always has to come from Monsters and Aliens, and that it was to always Obviously Be Bad, and it must be Defeated and Destroyed at the end - as both the protagonists and the audience must return to the daytime world of normalcy.

Even with Magenta kinda being the Usherette, I think the comperison between Brad and Janet and the Audience is a bit more important. They’re the one who transition from the everyday daylight world of social norms into the late-night world of transgression and release that is Frank’s Fantastic FuckCastle. I mean, that’s why they have so little agency in the plot, they are mostly just sitting back and watching the events unfold. That’s also why Brad seems to have adapted the “Dr. Frank N. Furter did nothing wrong” position by the movie’s climax (”What’s his crime?”). It’s kinda like he’s not really viewing him as a real life person within his own reality, but like a fictional villain. Which is also how Frank views himself - as we can see at the end of “I’m Going Home”. From an in-universe perspective, it seems like a delusion. but from our perspective he is 100% correct. There IS an audience of people watching that entire show unfurl and cheering for him. 

Basically yes I am saying Frank N. Furter is himself’s, Brand and Janet’s Problematic Fave

And then when Frank dies and the Servant Duo beams back to their home planet, it’s explictly not a triumphant moment. It’s not a moment of heroism or any sort of moral victory for normalcy over transgressivism. Like, Frank and Riff-Raff share a lot of the same rotten personality flaws - it’s just that Frank is confident and flamboyant about them while Riff-Raff is resentful and self-loathing. That’s part of why Columbia and Rocky had to die, to drive home the fact that Riff-Raff isn’t doing any of this out of concern for Frank’s victims or even really to go home. It’s purely about his own personal beef. And for Brad and Janet, the ending is really melancholy due to the way they have been stranded back in the ‘real world’. All of the strange characters are either dead or gone, the setting itself literally beamed off the planet. They’ve been changed by their experience, but now they’re back in this daylight world that they escaped from. Cause in the end, the Science Fiction Double Feature always ends. 

And you’ve got all of this, and then you look at Rocky Horror The Cultural  Phenomena and it’s like....... it became like the ultimate encapsulation of what it was tributing to begin with. The Rocky Horror Picture Show is THE late-night science fiction/horror movie event. Midnight Screenings carry this movie and this movie is iconic to Midnight Screenings. And it’s this place that allows you an escape from normalcy and a space to be transgressive - through shouting sexual and\or dark jokes along with everyone else in the movie theater and through being a space for experimenting with gender presentation and\or sexually provocative outfits....It really just became the extremely concentrated version of the experience it was trying to convey in the first place.

And the whole Audience Participation and Shadowcast phenomena really works to enchance the movie’s film of nonreality, which is I think Important to it. Like you know, when you’re sitting in a very rowdy movie theatre shouting profanities at the screen while a bunch of friends mimic the actors’ actions with a few cardboard props because they’ve seen the movie so many times they know them by heart - the murder and the cannibalism seems more and more unreal by emphasizing how much it’s Performance. But “Don’t Dream It, Be It” - already an in-universe Performance by the one character who knows there’s an Audience, feels just as real as ever. 

And it just, it FITS SO WELL TOGETHER, it’s amazing none of this was intentional or even predicted. It’s really just beautifully poetic that this fandom happened.

#rocky horror picture show #rocky horror show #rocky horror

[alloutofgoddesses]

Percy Jackson TV Thoughts

(I’m a book reader so I know things and will reference them in this)

EPISODE ONE

THE WORD FOR WORD OPENING FROM THE BOOKS!!!!! GOD I love it

(all of us the moment we see a black Pegasus) BLACKJACK!! He’s looking after Percy even as he’s a baby 🥺

The actor for young(er) Percy does such a good job at being Percy

Who let an armoured Rhino loose in the city?

THE MYTHOMAGIC CARDS

Every time I look at Mr. Brunner’s wheelchair I just think about how eventually he’s going to be #pranked by the campers changing his fake legs out for Rocky Horror inspired legs

SALLY JACKSON MOTHER OF THE YEAR 17 YEARS RUNNING

Oh Percy oh my baby someone take his suffering and give it to Octavian

Mrs. Dodds is SO GOOD I desperately wish we had more of her

He doesn’t know that he can actually write with it though

Grover and Percy exchanging the stuff in their sandwiches is such a good little detail to add in there

Walker is an incredible Percy and Aryan is an incredible Grover

I LOVE the way Mrs. Dodds transforms into her Fury self (do we know which one she is? I always forget)

Is that Rick on the other side of the headmaster? Hey dude

Grover selling out Percy is WILD like I know they had a time limit for moving the plot along but I’d be mad at him too dam

Eddie yelling at Gabe was so funny… Gabe eat more fruits you don’t know how much time you have left to do so

People saying Gabe’s awfulness have been reduced aren’t necessarily wrong but… he answers Sally’s phone which suggests some stuff. I do hope they sprinkle in some of his terribleness throughout the season though

D’Angelos you say? 👀

As my mom said, his bags were already packed

what on earth is this little Kronos dude and why is he holding a lantern. I love his voice though

Did. Did they make Percy in a bunk bed? Sally. Please tell me there’s another bed in this cabin

I do appreciate Sally TV version being more forthcoming than Sally book version

My parents Did Not laugh at the Jesus joke which is unfortunate, it’s hilarious

Percy littol baby it IS okay honey

Aryan is doing an AMAZING job of acting like an adult who’s Done This Before… it was always hard for me to remember Grover being older than Percy in the books but Aryan has made it clear from the beginning

SALLY JACKSON BAMF OF ALL TIME

The boundary looks so far away y’all how are you gonna get there

What are we swearing on guys? Certainly not a river

Sally I love you SO MUCH all mothers, current or future should be TAKING NOTES

When is Chiron going to explain Anaklusmos if Percy kept it?

The Minotaur has such soft looking ears I cannot lie to you. I would try to pet them probably

Chiron he IS the one though. Both in the way Annabeth expects him to be and not

Oh my god these end credits??? Amazing they’re incredible! And so chalk full of spoilers

Omg a little teaser at the end!

EPISODE TWO

Annabeth that’s dramatic as HELL I love you bby girl

What is that thing on the nightstand next to Percy? It looks like someone fused a hairdryer to a kettle

PERCYYYYYY

I WISHED that’s how this worked my dude

I have seen this clip on the internet before so I knew it was coming but it’s Very Funny

“But did you?” PERCY

The first and last time Percy will ever be respectful to a god

Mr. D is so goddamn funny, thank you to the casting director, the actor, and the actor’s friend’s child who told him how big of a deal this is (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, the actor went on a talk show for press)

I’ve never experienced a New York summer but how is Chiron wearing THREE layers

They’re ancient and they’re COWORKERS it’s amazing

Helpful little ‘gods make demigods do stuff they can’t’ sprinkle there good foreshadowing

These cabins are beautiful

THE HEARTH IN THE MIDDLE HI HESTIA

Not Percy thinking he’s immediately going to get bullied 🥺

YES love that we get to see a dryad and a little of Grover talking to the Cloven Council!

TRANSITIONS

They would get really squishy you’re right Grover

I can’t wait to see Mr. D do some god shit

Ope Kronos is back hey dude. Is he wearing a cloak?

Me, turning to my cat, named Hermes: You’re a FATHER?!?!

Seriously though what is Clarisse’s deal? Why bully the new kid? I have to assume it comes not only from her dad being Ares but other stuff

WHEELCHAIR!!! Disabled rep is AMAZING

Hey I’m pretty sure I won that lighter

I love that Chris is like “Yeah technically but she’s the goddess of failure” like that’s helpful but not helpful

Percy trying to talk to his mom is adorable!!! I wonder if it actually got to his mom or if someone else heard it, like Hades or Poseidon

He’s made some friends!! Oh Percy you don’t even KNOW how many friends you’re gonna make

Perseus I love you

Okay but who’s fixing the stall

Glad Annabeth got to stay dry this time

SPEAKING OF ANNABETH GOD I LOVE HER SO MUCH!! She was one of my IDOLS as a kid and now I get to experience her being a kid and watch Leah crush it

Luke you stay away from her you don’t get to call her your little sister

The forbidden kids? Different from The Big Three but I don’t hate it

Oops well I’ve been pronouncing Thalia wrong more times that I have pronounced it right

The actor for Luke, Charlie, is showing just enough subtle dislike for the gods and his life at camp that it’s only obvious if you’re looking for it. I can’t wait for people to be able to go back and see the hints being laid out

How many generations of campers did it take for the rope bridge to get full of ribbons, and do they serve any purpose

I can’t wait for the armour adjusting moment to be paralleled. Even more so, I can’t wait for the gif sets that will come out of it

I also floss if I am made to stand still. It’s a great stim, I can’t blame Percy

AND HE GETS TO PET A LITTLE CREATURE?!?! Honestly he’s living his best life

The only rule you paid attention to maybe

FIGHT CHOREO MY BELOVED

Sorry Clarisse but maybe you shouldn’t go after the new guy with unknown skill levels

ANNABETH THAT WAS SUCH A HARD SHOVE

Omg the lake, the infamous lake, the very important lake

Honestly I’m sad that 1) no hellhound 2) we don’t get to see Chiron pronounce him the Son of Poseidon? I’d like to know why they made that choice

Love that Chiron went “Congrats on the dad reveal you have to go solve his problems now”

HE IS SALLY JACKSON’S SON FUCK POSEIDON

Grover Underwood you will always be famous

Give me more immediately!! Next week I’ll be at my grandparents house with EIGHT other people, including a five year old. I’m hoping his mom will give me permission to indoctrinate him into the fandom. If not I’ll just make everyone still awake watch it after the kid goes to bed

NEXT WEEK TEASER!!! Very exciting

#pjo disney+ #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians

[blatantlackofdecorum]

hiii!!! can you do brett falling in love with a trans male reader from cognito? than youu :333

my time has come boys

Brett Hand x Trans Male S/O!!

- for one, expect him to talk about you ALL the time to the group, he doesn’t even realize he’s falling for you until it’s suddenly full throttle. now you’re definitely not his first guy crush, he traveled that road with Rafe, but it’s one of his most notable ones. (along with quite a few confusing high school crushes)

- he’s incredibly understanding of anyone with different identities already. not to say it doesn’t confuse him a bit at first, but once he gets the grasp of it, expect him to be one of your main supporters in the office.

- if anyone were to misgender you in front of him, he’ll quickly correct them, and try to move on. if it persists? he’ll be sure to try and go over the change in pronouns to them. he’s very stern about this and doesn’t let up. (even with Glenn, which only manages to surprise you)

- when the two of you finally go out for your first date, consider the entire office happy. he’ll still run around with little acts of chivalry, opening your door and getting you flowers. he gets reservations at a fancy restaurant, and it’s the only thing he can think about the entire day before.

- it takes him a little longer to fully introduce you to the team… absolutely not because he’s ashamed of you, he’s just a tad bit worried they’ll scare you off. (mostly myc and glenn)

- reagan met you early on, and gave her stamp of approval way before that. (guys do you wanna hear my genderfluid reagan headcanons) she’s gotten really good at correcting people when they mess up pronouns in a slightly threatening way. they tend to not mess up again.

- prepare brett to shower you in gifts, it’s one of his main love languages (which heavily developed from his parents) definitely surprises you daily, though it varies from being your morning coffee and going to get fitted for suits together.

- if you need help paying for testosterone or surgery? he’d be totally willing to help! you just might need to tell him if he’s ever overstepping (sometimes he genuinely can’t tell) a

- not to mention the pda at work. he’s not at all afraid of showing his s/o off.. he thinks you’re the best thing since the government implemented sliced bread. “have you met my boyfriend yet? he’s so awesome.” he will straight ramble on about you for hours if anyone lets him.

- if you’re dysphoric? he’s the actual best with reassurance. he understands certain circumstances can make it worse, so he’s always gonna be right by your side to help you handle it. for one, if showering is hard on your dysphoria there’s always room for another. staring into the bathroom mirror with him wrapped around you. whispering how perfect you are in his eyes.

- so mushy. makes you a puppet to give you motivational speeches. tiny y/n is your second biggest hype man. he pulls him out whenever you need extra support. he has his own little voice for him and everything. it’s pretty damn realistic and never really fails to make you smile.

- brings home therapy recommendations from his own therapist. just in case you need any extra support, especially while transitioning because he knows he can’t get everything you’re going through.

#brett hand #brett hand my beloved #brett hand x trans reader #brett hand x reader #transmasc reader #inside job #inside job headcanons #inside job x reader #brett hand inside job #brett inside job #inside job brett #brett hand headcanons

[thenovelartist]

Life After Destruction - Chapter 2 - Honkai: Star Rail

<Previous Chapter ~ Next Chapter>

For the first time in a while, Stelle could say she was genuinely, truly happy. Incredible what a short yet long-overdue talk between her and her husband could accomplish. Honestly, she was just glad that it was so easily worked out. Maybe they both needed to make an effort to communicate more in order to make this weird transition from what could only be described as a battle for life itself to rebuilding a normal, peaceful reality. But a normal, peaceful reality trailblazing with Dan Heng? That sounded like a dream come true to her.

As of now, she was in their room, turning the little square of wrapped candy in her hands. According to Bailu, she had added the medicine to a candy because she was worried about how bitter the taste was and this was the solution her assistant had given her. However, Stelle had to wonder if the assistant’s true intention behind that suggestion had just gone straight over Bailu’s innocent head.

Probably, since she didn’t blush in the slightest when she told them to break the candy in half and each eat a dose.

With a sigh, she set the candy down on the nightstand and plopped down on the edge of the bed. She toyed with the bottom hem of the dress she’d put on for the evening: a teal one with white lines highlighting certain seams, a golden dragon motif painted on one side, and a high neck that matched the Luofu style. It also hugged the lines of her body tighter than what Stelle was used to, hence why she only wore this dress on very certain occasions. 

She subconsciously tugged the hem down lower over her thighs, as though it wasn’t already as low as it could go. Maybe it was because she felt as though the lingerie she’d specifically put on for the night—a black pair with red lace that Himeko had all-too-proudly gotten Stelle as a “wedding gift”—could be seen through the dress itself.

Ugh, she felt so stupid. She’d been married to Dan Heng for years, and yet here she was, nervous as though it was their first night together again.

“Come on, pull it together,” she quietly warned herself as she stood back up and paced the room again. “You wanted this. Woman up.”

With that pep-talk over, she looked at herself in the mirror once more. Tonight was a rare occasion that she wore her hair up, pinned in place by a very lovely pair of decorative hair sticks Dan Heng had given her before they’d gotten married. She didn’t wear them nearly as much as she’d like to as she was always afraid to tarnish the gold or ruin the delicate silk waterlilies. While Dan Heng had gotten her other, less flashy ones that she felt slightly more comfortable wearing out and about, these were her absolute favorite.

The door suddenly opened, and Stelle whipped around just in time to watch Dan Heng freeze in the doorway.

Well, too late to turn back now. So she stood tall with as much shaky confidence as she could muster. “Hey.”

Slowly, as he regained his senses, he shut the door behind him. He slowly ran his other hand over his jaw, as though unsure what else he could do.

Under his intense gaze, she once again found herself tugging at the hem of her dress.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you dressed up like this,” he finally spoke, his voice gentle. His hand fell away from his lips, revealing a sweet smile that convinced her it was okay to relax.

“Do you like it?” she shyly asked.

“Of course.”

Finally, Stelle felt the tension in her shoulders disappear.

Dan Heng was the first to move, closing the distance between them. “You’re wearing the hair ornaments I gave you.”

“They’re my favorite.”

His eyes took on a happy glimmer as he reached up to toy with one of the dangling bead strings. “I’m glad. They suit you.”

“I know you always say that, but I still don’t see it,” she said. “They’re only my favorite because they remind me of you.”

“Precisely.” He then ran his hand down her arm, taking hold of her hand and raising it to his lips. “You are mine.”

Warmth crept up her neck to her cheeks. Ah, there was his territorial streak, the one she found incredibly attractive. Whether it be in the subtle things, such as the way he held her close in crowds, or the more notable things like decorating her, she would frequently find herself swooning for those little possessive maneuvers.

And that was only because she felt the same way and was glad to return the favor. He was hers as much as she was his.

“I love you.” The words tumbled from her lips automatically, but she only grinned wider upon having said them.

A sparkle seemed to dance in his blue-gray eyes at her confession. “I love you, too.” And with that, he leaned forward to kiss her.

Much to her dismay, he kept it brief, pulling away far too soon for her liking.

“Let’s go on a date.”

The words caught her completely off guard. “Huh?”

“You said you thought I was distant. And we haven’t gone on a date in…” He paused, a sheepish grimace crossing his face. “Even before the war.”

“It hasn’t been that long, has it?” she asked, trying to think back. Only, she grew more and more horrified as she realized their last official date was, in fact, three months before the war. And it was a picnic of snack food and stargazing, which only lasted an hour. “No, you’re right, it has,” she relented, covering her face with her hand.

A strained chuckle escaped him. “It’s been… a chaotic year.”

“You could say that again.”

“So let’s fix that. I know what I promised you tonight, but… after everything that’s happened, I want tonight to be more than just sex. So, Stelle, will you give me the chance to woo my wife again?”

Her heart drummed inside her chest, and she had to focus on not letting her knees cave out from under her. Aeons, who taught him these lines? She wasn’t going to be able to focus on the date if her husband was already flirting with her like that. “She would really like that. Does the husband have something planned, or is he going to let his wife drag him around tonight?”

“My original plan was to go to Aurum Alley,” he answered. “To get share a dessert and look at the night markets. But if you don’t like that idea, I’m happy to follow your lead.”

“Honestly, a classic, boring old dessert date after everything that’s happened sounds pretty magical to me.”

He looked relieved by her answer, meaning that, despite its simplicity, he’d given much thought to this date of theirs. “Then would you like to change into something you’re more comfortable in?”

She frowned in confusion. “This is fine.”

“The way you’re pulling at the hem suggests otherwise.”

Darn it. She’d been caught.

“But, don’t you like this dress?” she asked.

“Yes, but I don’t see a reason for you to walk around in something you’re not comfortable in.”

She sighed. Darn him and his observant nature and his thoughtfulness. She was trying to make an effort here, and she wasn't about to let him ruin it. “It’s not that I’m uncomfortable in it. It’s just… been a while since we've done anything like this, so maybe I’m a little nervous for the evening.”

Dan Heng gently squeezed her hands. “I am, too,” he admitted. “It’s been so long. But I’m excited for something normal again.”

She couldn’t deny that. “Yeah, I know what you mean. But we should warn someone before we—”

“I told Welt we would be out late tonight and to not bother staying up for us,” Dan Heng said. “He bid us a good time.”

“Well, with his blessing, we should get going.”

“Lets.”

~~~

She was beautiful. There wasn’t ever a time she wasn’t, but Stelle was particularly stunning tonight. Dan Heng was more than happy to escort this woman around the night market.

“Hey, they finally have some Puffergoat Belly Bliss.”

He blinked at her sudden outburst. Next thing he knew, she’d taken his arm and began dragging him over to a stall, one that boasted a long line.

“It’s so rare they have it,” she said, proudly taking her spot at the back of the line. “And when they do, we’re always off elsewhere.”

“But it’s not your favorite dish.”

“Yeah, but it’s yours, isn’t it?” she shot back with a knowing grin. “Besides, it’s not like I don’t like it. I just happen to have a few other desserts that top it.”

He gave a slight chuckle. “Just a few,” he teased.

She narrowed her eyes at him in warning, but the smirk she was failing to suppress told him there were no hard feelings.

He slipped his arm around her waist, bringing her a half step closer.

She reached over to pat the hand he had on her hip.

Mine. The word rang through his head as he looked down at the stunning woman snuggled up to his side. This is mine. And what an honor and blessing that was.

Even though the line was moving at a good pace, they still had plenty of time to stand and admire the night market. This might have been Dan Heng’s homeworld, but he would admit that it didn’t quite have the same shine to it unless Stelle was with him. He was never one for bustling places, but she was able to look beyond that and enjoy it anyway. Meaning he was able to enjoy it, too.

After they obtained their dessert, they managed to find an empty bench a little off the beaten path. It was there they sat and enjoyed their food together. As always, Stelle reached over to steal a bite of his. He could have stopped her, but he would rather guilt her into allowing him to return the favor. It had taken him some time to get comfortable with Stelle’s little routine, but now, it was a game he’d simply come to accept as normal.

The night was passing quickly, and before Dan Heng knew it, they’d been there for an hour and a half. After they’d enjoyed a treat, they’d done some window shopping, meandering around the markets hand in hand. For the first time in too long, nothing was looming above their heads; no stellaron crisis or world disaster or promise of doom’s day. It was just peaceful.

“There’s so many people out and about,” Stelle commented. “Like, more than normal.”

“The Luofu alliance did help us immensely in our fight against Nanook,” Dan Heng said. “While they suffered heavy losses, that was the price they paid for securing the future generations. There are many families here, so it seems as though the people are still celebrating the prospect of peace rather than suffering in mourning.”

“That’s understandable,” she said, curling her arms around one of his. “Knowing you can live in peace with the ones you love would be cause for celebration.”

His heart warmed at her words, and he couldn’t help but squeeze her hand in agreement.

“Kids! Slow down!”

Their attention turned to a woman calling out to a gaggle of children barreling down the street, her attempts at wrangling them clearly unsuccessful. Yet, even Dan Heng didn’t fail to see the pure joy on the young children's faces as they raced their kites down the alleyway. Until they suddenly ran into a couple whose backs had been turned.

The man turned around first. Dan Heng noticed his ears, ones that proved him to be vidyadhara, but the woman he was with was clearly a foxian. The children cowered in apology, but neither of the couple seemed to mind, instead bending down to talk about the kites the children were playing with.

By now, the mother of the children had caught up, bowing in apology before yelling at her children to do the same. In turn, the couple just laughed it off in dismissal. Dan Heng knew he shouldn’t stare, but he couldn’t help but watch as the children ran off again and the inter-species couple dropped their smiles. The woman in particular had a look of pain on her face Dan Heng couldn’t ignore.

For some reason, Bailu’s words came back to his head about those in interspecies relationships struggling to conceive, but how much harder was it for this foxian to know this man she was with, the one who was tenderly embracing her, would never be able to give her children from the start? Was it easier to accept that fact upfront rather than getting into a relationship only to learn later?

“I bet you could have wrangled them,” Stelle commented, bringing him back to reality.

It took him a second to realize she was talking about the unruly children. “What makes you say that?”

“You’re really good at leading and teaching kids,” she said. “And you’re a really good big brother to Bailu. She highly respects you, you know. It’s adorable.”

“I could say the same to you regarding Clara and Hook. And they both adore you.”

She shrugged. “I suppose.”

Unable to pull himself away from his previous thoughts completely, he gave her hand a squeeze. “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

The question stuck on his tongue for a moment. “I know… it’s a little late to be asking this question, but do you… want children?”

She froze momentarily, caught off guard by the question. “I mean, it’s a pointless question because your race can’t. And I’ve sometimes wondered if I even could. This stellaron had affected me in ways that I can’t even begin to describe, so what if I’m equally infertile?”

“But… hypothetically.”

She pursed her lips in thought. “Honestly, I don’t know what I want. The world just got put to rights, and I finally feel like the future has opened up to me. So, I never considered it before, mostly because I never had the chance to.” She then looked up at him curiously. “What about you? What’s your thought on kids?”

He shrugged. “I’ve always known I could never have any. That was simply a fact, but it never bothered me seeing as I never believed I’d belong anywhere or have a family, and I certainly never thought I’d have a wife,” he finished.

“And hypothetically?”

He should have known she’d return his questions. “I don’t know, but… at the moment, it doesn’t sound like a horrible prospect.”

At his confession, she slowed her pace, just for a step or two, before she gave him a sympathetic expression. “Maybe we can be like Welt and Himeko and just adopt whatever young adventurer next comes on the train.”

A mirthless chuckle escaped him. “I guess so.”

“But until then, I’m happy with you.” She snuggled up to his side. “More than happy.”

His heart swelled with affection, and suddenly, the alley felt far too crowded for his liking. “Stelle.”

“Hmm?”

“Would you like to go back home?”

He couldn’t tell in the lantern lighting, but he was pretty sure her cheeks gained a slight rosy tint as her eyes sparkled with adoration. “I thought you’d never ask.”

~~~

The moment their bedroom door was shut, the thread of anticipation that was strung between them snapped. In an instant, Stelle found herself pinned up against the door, her vision full of Dan Heng and Dan Heng alone.

The only reaction appropriate was to throw her arms around his shoulders, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt as she clung to him, and kiss him. Over. And over. And over.

The way he ran his hands up her sides was killing her, but it was the way those same hands trailed down her sides until they hit her thighs that felt electric.

“I love you.” The words tumbled out of her in between kisses.

“I love you, too,” he returned, their lips only a hair’s width apart. “So much.”

Before Stelle could close that distance—if you could even call it that—Dan Heng grabbed her thighs and lifted her up.

She gasped in surprise, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist to stabilize herself just as her back hit the door again.

And he had the audacity to chuckle.

“You think you’re so slick,” she muttered.

“Didn’t you say you missed this?” he asked, his kisses now peppering her jaw.

Huh? What was he…

Oh. She… she supposed she did. And he’d remembered.

Which once again begged the question of how did he get so good at flirting? He was so awkward at the beginning. 

“You spoil me,” she moaned, squeezing him tighter with her legs.

She was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath on his part.

But that wasn’t enough of a reaction for her. “What do you want from me?”

“Huh?” His response came out as a hot puff of breath under her jaw.

She shivered, her body growing more sensitive with every passing second. “What do you want from me? A-as a reward for spoiling me.”

He paused, his breathing heavy as he pulled back, allowing her to see the already hazy look in his eye. “You.”

“Me?”

“You. I’m not picky.”

“You’re not making it easy on me,” she muttered, loosely running her fingers over his shoulder blades.

He shuttered at her ghost of a touch. “I could say the same.”

“That’s kinda the point?”

He huffed. “You want an answer?”

“Yes.”

“I want you out of that dress,” he growled, pushing her even harder against the door. “Or I will ruin it.”

She was going to lose her mind under this pressure. “If it made you happy,” she huffed out, struggling to keep her mind focused on teasing this man. “I’d let you.”

“If you like it at all, don’t give me the option.”

“Lucky for you, I like you more than this dress. I only wear it because it represents you.”

There was a dangerous glint in his eye at her words.

And she was stupid enough to want to play with it. “So, what do you want now?”

Slowly, painstakingly slowly, he ran his hands from her knees up her thighs, then let her slip back down to the floor, his fingers sliding the hem of her dress upwards.

She liked where this was going.

Even when she stood back on the floor, his hands didn’t stop their upward travel, raking over her rear end, applying just enough pressure to keep her flush against him as he pulled her away from the door. From the small of her back, up to her shoulders, then walking up her neck to find the zipper.

She was grinning like a fiend at this point. Oh, so he wanted to play the torment game? Well, two could play at that.

She slid her hands over his shoulders, slowly sliding them down his chest—a very toned one that she appreciated accordingly—and reached for his shirt’s hem.

But the moment her fingers slipped below his belt, he suddenly yanked her zipper down, shucked the dress off her, then threw her over his shoulder in one swift motion.

She squealed in surprise, not expecting to be picked up like a sack of potatoes before being thrown onto the bed. Yet, she couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it. Her own fault, though, for playing with fire. Imaginary fire, but fire nevertheless.

He was hovering over her now, straddling her to ensure she couldn’t move as he shed his shirt, revealing his battle scars in the process.

Her laughter died down as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. Her focus was now elsewhere. Namely, the angry red scars that ran down his arms and curved over his shoulders. Wounds he took for her in the war.

Suddenly, she was a million miles away, watching as a metal monster swung its claws around aimlessly, ripping through everything in its path whether it be fortresses or people—

“Stelle.”

At the sound of her name, she blinked rapidly as the scene around her changed and she returned to reality.

And reality was her husband still had her pinned to the bed.

The fire that had been in his gaze had died down, a worried expression filling them now. “I lost you there,” he muttered, his thumbs rubbing little circles on her wrists in comfort. “What’s going on in your head?”

“Nothing,” she dismissed, her heart now racing uncomfortably in a way not caused by her husband.

“Dissociating is not nothing,” he countered, not letting it go. “Is it about your scar?”

Her scar?

Only once she looked down at her own chest did it click in her mind. Oh… she supposed it was on full display now. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before, but it was a new addition to her body since the last time they’d been intimate. Him catching sight of it while she changed was something she was already used to, but at his words, she slowly became hyperaware of how ugly it must be, and how there was no lingerie pretty enough to distract from that scar.

She must have taken too long to answer because he let go of her wrists, hands trailing down her arms before curling around her back. He lowered himself over her, embracing her fully as he began lavishing the disaster of a scar carved into her chest with kisses.

“I love you, my starlight,” he whispered, holding her tightly against him, skin pressed against skin. “And no scar in the world will change the fact that I’m so thankful you’re still alive and here with me.”

The slight warble of emotion in his voice struck a chord in her, her heart racing all the faster for it. And as he continued his ministrations against her scar, she caved to the heat of the moment, her eyes drifting shut as she let her head fall back against the bed. Her arms snaked around his shoulders, she curled her legs up around his waist, and she used every bit of leverage available to arch her back, pressing as close to him as she could possibly get.

“I love you, Dan Heng,” she breathed out, tears beginning to form in her eyes as the emotions welling up in her began to overflow. Allowing herself to get swept up in the fluttery, ethereal feelings that only got worse as her husband tightened his grip on her, holding her ever closer, her hands soon raked up his back and threaded into his hair at the nape of his neck. “I love you so much.”

~~~

Dan Heng was perfectly and utterly content.

However, the way Stelle was ghosting her fingers over his arms, her brow knit together intently, told him she was not.

Meaning Dan Heng could not, in fact, be perfectly content.

“Enough of that,” he whispered, reaching up to gently rub his finger in between her eyebrows, hoping both to distract her and smooth out the wrinkle formed by her worrying. “What’s going on through your head now?”

“You have scars, too.”

His brow furrowed in confusion. “And?”

She glanced up at him, allowing him to fully catch that sad glint in her eyes before she turned her attention back to the scars on his arms. “Thank you for protecting me.”

“Always. But where did this come from?”

“Can I put some of the healing cream on it?”

“Slow down,” he said, not able to keep up as she bounced between each comment. “Why? Do they bother you?”

She shook her head, finally looking up at him again. “Not that they bother me. But that I’ve been so focused on myself that I—”

“Stop that,” he cut in, distracting her this time by gently stroking her hair back behind her ear and then not bothering to remove his hand from where it landed on her jaw. “You are not selfish for not fussing over my scars. They are nothing compared to your injuries. I was released and got my stitches out before you even came out of your coma.”

“Can’t I fuss over my husband?”

“You don’t need to. I’m fine.”

Her little grumble and pout told him that was not the answer she wanted to hear.

He sighed. “There is nothing to fuss over. I’m healthy. The scars don’t bother me.”

“I know, but…” She traced the scars she could see once more, and he suppressed a shiver. Even after everything they'd done that night, he was still hyper-sensitive to her touch. “I still want to put some salve on your scars. It’s not fair if I’m the only one getting treated when you’re hurt, too.”

“But didn’t Bailu make that salve specifically for you? She’ll begin to wonder why you went through it so fast.”

“You know she won’t mind if I tell her why. She cares for her big brother, too, you know.”

“I do.”

She looked up at him inquisitively. “So?”

Dan Heng sighed. Her persistence was admirable but unnecessary in this situation. However, she didn’t seem to want to drop this topic, so there really was only one thing he could say. “Alright.”

The lingering worry on her expression disappeared as a grin split her face. Next thing he knew, she practically sprung out of bed, dropping a kiss to his lips as she crawled over him. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked, slightly amused as he watched her snatch his shirt from the floor and slide it over her toned body.

Aeons, he’d forgotten what she looked like in his clothes. Worse yet, he’d forgotten how much he loved it.

“Letting me care for you,” she said, pulling on her underwear bottoms as well seeing as his shirt wasn’t quite long enough to fully cover her. “Even if it’s late.”

Geez, he could not figure this woman out sometimes.

She was back almost as quickly as she left, and he sat up against the headboard of their bed as she plopped down on the edge, the little jar of salve in her hands. Sparingly, she took some salve from the jar and began applying it on the angry red scars that he now sported on his shoulder. His guess of her next target would be the one on his right arm from where he was impaled by a spear. The war against Nanook had not been easily won, the broken skin on his body a testament to that, but he was thankful he walked away with his life.

To distract himself from those memories, he looked at his wife, who wore an intent expression as she applied the salve with the most tender of touches. He half expected her to kiss those scars once she was done, but on the other hand, they had just done quite a bit of kissing.

“Turn around,” she instructed before adding on at the end, “Please.”

He did as instructed, turning his back towards her. Even with the help of a mirror, he couldn’t see the scars back there very well, so those really didn’t bother him, even though getting torn up by the claws of a monster had hurt like hell when it happened. He forgot how many hundreds of stitches had gone into stitching him back up.

Behind him, Stelle sighed sadly before applying the medicine. Her touch was slow this time, as though she was extra mindful to trace this scar into her memory.

“Don’t think about it,” he warned. “I would have taken that hit for any of the crew. And we knew going in none of us would walk away unscathed.”

“I know,” she whispered, leaning forward until her forehead hit his back. “I… I know that. It’s just…”

She didn’t finish, yet Dan Heng understood. It wasn’t easy to just accept what had happened, especially when the people he cared about more than anything were involved. And he knew Stelle felt that just as intensely as he did.

Turning back around, he reached for her, wrapping her up in his arms and pulling her into an embrace. She came easily, allowing him to pull her into his lap without hesitation.

“Sorry,” she muttered, huffing out a bitter laugh. “For killing the mood.”

“Don’t be,” he reassured. “I have a feeling it’s going to take some time before we’re able to adapt to everything that has happened. But the fact we were able to have tonight shows that it’s possible to return to normal. Or, at least a semblance of it.”

She hummed. “I’ll try not to spoil the mood next time. Especially since I was the one who wanted this.”

“I…” He cleared his throat. “It wasn’t as though I didn’t want this, too,” he said.

That got her to chuckle, even if it was slightly strained. “Well, we still have to try Bailu’s little experimental concoction. So we can try again then.”

He’d forgotten about that. But for some reason, testing out that little experiment didn’t sound as bad as it once did. However, whether it was because he could now see the reason for its importance, because he was riding the high of the afterglow, or because of the promise of more was still to be determined. “Alright. Next time, then. We’ll get it right.”

Stelle snuggled closer to him, humming happily in agreement. “It’s a promise.”

#honkai star rail #honkai fanfic #danstelle #fluff #Married fluff #romance #Like... heavy on the romance

[harlowcomehome]

“Hazel meet Jade.”

A/N: This is set the day after Jade was born.

The next day in the hospital was so exhausting, you just wanted to take your newborn home and sleep in your own bed. Truthfully, you missed Hazel and you were really worried about her, you knew she was in good hands but being without her was hard. You couldn’t help but feel like a huge part of you was missing.

Jack hadn’t left your side, the last 24 hours was an emotional rollercoaster and you somehow felt even closer than before, even though it was hardly possible.

Jack was incredibly attentive asking you constantly if you needed anything or wanted him to go get you something to eat. You knew the night before really affected him, so you were really patient and affectionate toward him.

“Thank you for everything last night and this morning” you yawned and he scooted closer to your bed side, leaning himself on your bed.

“You don’t have to thank me, I’m just glad you and Jade are alright” he smiled and you leaned over to kiss him even though you were incredibly sore.

You looked over at the clock, “Hazel should be awake now, if you want to try to FaceTime her” you yawned another time and Jack walked over to his phone that had been charging specifically for this moment.

The two of you were eager to FaceTime her and let her know you were alright but mainly to tell her that you missed her. Maggie was watching her this morning and you couldn’t be more grateful for your mother in-law.

“Hey mom” Jack smiled at the camera and they talked briefly, she was concerned about how you were doing and you assured her you were much better today.

Hazel heard your voice and immediately came running “is that mommy?”

Maggie handed her the phone immediately. She always stood too close to the camera which made the two of you laugh.

“Mommy? Is sissy here?” Hazel half- giggled into the camera. She was clearly excited to meet her baby sister and you were relieved at her reaction to it all.

“Can I come see you soon please?” She asked and Jack assured her that as soon as he got the okay from the nurses he’d pick her up and bring her right over to you and the baby. You assumed that today would be the day so Jack told her to be ready.

“I told you she’d be fine” Jack smiled as he hung up the call.

“I know, I’m excited for them to meet” you smiled as the nurse wheeled baby Jade into the room for a feeding.

“How’s mommy feeling?” The nurse asked chipper as ever and you smiled sweetly despite feeling like you had just survived a human wood chipper.

“I’m excited to see my baby!” You cooed and she helped you adjust in bed before ultimately handing Jade over to you.

Jack stood back, giving you the space to adjust not wanting to overwhelm you with his presence.

He admired how easily you transitioned into “mommy mode” and watched you with big doe eyes.

Before the nurse left the room you motioned at Jack to ask her what the two of you had been wanting to ask all morning.

“Oh, we were wondering when we would be able to have visitors? We wanted our oldest daughter to meet her little sister” he said as he puffed out his chest, he was always such a proud dad and you loved to see it.

“As long as mom is up to it, visiting hours are from 9:00 am to 9:00 pm” she smiled at you and you thanked her as she left the room. You were looking down at Jade, she looked so much like Hazel when she was born and it made you smile.

“I think she’s going to look just like you too” you giggled as you admired her features.

Jack smacked his lips “no, this little girl, is all you” he smiled with his arms crossed, you could see how fidgety he was instantly.

“Gimme a kiss and go get our Hazey girl” you watched the smile grow on his face as he walked over to you both, giving you a kiss and softly kissing Jades forehead before turning to leave.

“Be safe!” You loudly whispered as he made his way out of the room. Jade made little noises in your arms as she fell back asleep.

“Well Jade, that was your daddy, I’m sure you recognized his voice since he was always singing or rapping to you” you admired her features as you continued “while he goes to get your sister I thought I should tell you a few things.”

What you didn’t know is Jack had left in such a hurry that he forgot his car keys, he was going to enter the room immediately until he heard you talking to Jade. He was leaned against the wall, eavesdropping as the same nurse from earlier walked by, he put a finger up to his lips to “shush” her and she smiled at him and continued to walk down the hall.

“Well like I said, that was your daddy. Let me tell you a few things about that wonderful, wonderful man” you sniffled as you started to tear up. “He really will do anything for his family, which means he might be a little overprotective of you, but he means well. You just have to be patient with him.” Jack, still in the hallway, nodded at that, he knew you were right.

“One thing about your daddy, his name is Jack, well Jackman but we can talk about that later” you giggled, “he will do anything for you and your sister.”

You wiped your face with your free hand before continuing. “ Also, you have an older sister named Hazel, she is just like your daddy so you and I have our hands full little lady” you smiled down at her.

“Hazel will love you just as much as mommy and daddy, she has your daddy’s heart, pure gold and your mommy’s attitude so bullies need to watch out” you smiled as Jade seemingly cooed in response.

“Mommy loves you so much already, I hope you never doubt that, I’d do anything for you. Never question that, ever” you sniffled again.

Jack was fighting back tears himself and decided to enter the room, eyeing you as you quickly wiped your face.

“Forgot the keys” he nervously laughed, “you alright?”

You nodded “just emotional, you know how it goes” you replied shyly and he gave you another kiss before rushing out of the room.

The entire drive to the house Jack couldn’t stop thinking of all the beautiful things you said about him, he knew how much you loved him and he never doubted that, but hearing all of that made his heart skip a beat. When he showed up at the house Hazel was waiting outside for him with his mom.

“DADDY!” She ran over to him, frantically looking around. “Where is mommy and sissy?” He smiled at her as he picked her up and placed her on his hip “we have to go see mommy and sissy at the hospital.”

He asked his mom if she wanted to come but she wanted the four of you to have your moment, so she stayed back at the house making sure it was clean for baby Jade to come home to.

The drive back to the hospital felt incredibly long for both Jack and Hazel as the two of them were anxious and excited.

“Daddy?” Hazel swung her legs as she sat in her car seat.

Jack looked at her through the rearview mirror “Yeah Hazey?” She looked nervous to ask him, but she did anyway “is mommy okay?” His heart fluttered recalling your words about her having a heart of gold and smiled, “yeah mommy is fine! She just has to stay with the baby at the hospital but once the nice nurses and doctors say we can go home, mommy and sissy will go home with us.”

Hazel held Jacks hand as they walked through the parking lot, he warned her that you would be sore and that she needed to use “nice hands” with you and the baby, she nodded as she understood instantly.

When Hazel and Jack entered the room you immediately felt like your cheeks were going to fall off from smiling so hard. “IS THAT MY HAZEY BABY?” You said excitedly as she ran to your bedside.

“Is that her?” Her eyes got wide as she looked at Jade.

“Yes, this is your sister”” you smiled and Hazel looked over her features.

“Is her name still Jade?” She asked curiously and you and Jack both answered at the same time.

Jack stood directly behind Hazel who acted a little shy at the sight of her little sister. “Can I hold her?” She smiled up at you and Jack helped her wash her hands before having her sit down on the sofa in the room. You were proud of how well Hazel was handling the situation, and so was Jack.

“My mom said I cried when they brought Clay home” he laughed and you did too, “I am not surprised by that, at all.” He playfully rolled his eyes before gently taking Jade from your arms.

“Hold your arms out Hazey girl” you reassured her that it would be okay and she did as you asked.

“Make sure you support her head too” that was your way of reminding Jack to watch that too.

Hazel giggled as she held her, the two of you watching her with smiles on your faces. Jack couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as his daughter intensely watched over Jade.

“What’s making you giggle Hazey?” You matched her giggles and Jack couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with love.

“She looks like me mommy!” Hazel giggled as she kicked her little boots around the hospital sofa. You and Jack started laughing at her cute reaction.

“Do you want me to take her from you now?” Jack asked as Hazel struggled to hold her.

“Please daddy, she is heavy” Jack laughed and took Jade back from her.

“Mommy, can I lay with you?” Hazel asked as she leaned up against your hospital bed. “Yes baby! Just be careful, mommy is still kind of sore” you slowly moved over to make room as Jack bounced Jade in his arms. Hazel crawled into bed beside you, and you wrapped one arm around her.

“What do you think of sissy?” You smiled, waiting for her reaction.

“I like her, I guess we can keep her or whatever” she joked and you couldn’t help but laugh. “You never fail to make mommy laugh Hazey, you know that?”

She giggled as she scooted closer to you, “Mommy can we carve the pumpkin when you get home?”

You smiled “of course Hazey.” It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, you assumed she hadn’t slept all night and knew if you asked your mom or Maggie they would tell you, you were right.

Jack continued to bounce Jade gently in his arms as you and Hazel took a nap, it was his turn to talk to Jade privately and he couldn’t wait to tell her just how lucky she was to have a mom like you.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow X Reader #Jack Harlow Concepts #Jack Harlow imagines #Jack Harlow fluff #dad! Jack

[ferretwhomst]

Question about the transfem! Stans au: When did they figure out that they were transfem? Also, did they fully transition?

HMMM well. i like to think stan sort of realized sometime during the 10 years she was separated from ford in the 70s. for awhile in her teen years whenever she felt out of place in her body she covered it up with a facade of hypermasculinity in hopes that it would make the feeling go away. however a few years down the line she was traveling the country on her own and that gave her time to Realize Some Things 🏳️‍⚧️ about herself. but of course she was still in bad company and extremely self-conscious and vulnerable (not to mention full of internalized sexism) so even after she figured she was a girl she continued denying it to herself

i think only when she officially began living in gravity falls as stanford did she realize that it literally doesn't matter. she's living in a fuckall town in the middle of nowhere in oregon, everyone in the town is a little weird (not to mention the cryptids and anomalies everywhere) and nobody's gonna care if she officially accepts that she's a woman and starts transitioning

ford also probably realized during those 30 years in the portal. i think she wasn't really as troubled by her gender the way stan was growing up, it was just sort of a side effect of existing, but she never had any reason to call herself anything but a man even if it didn't feel Quite Right. however meeting people from different dimensions with different perceptions of gender made her realise gender is a fuck and she can do what she WANTS...... and then she comes out of the portal 30 years later some flavor of fem nonbinary

i have an incredibly shitposty version of the interaction at the end of nwhs (i guess it'd be nwss in this au) which goes

"That's the Author of the Journals- my brother!"

"I think you'll find it's 'sister' now, actually, Stanley."

"WH- YOU TOO????"

and later in atots:

"Oh thank god, I was a little worried I'd have to explain to you why I've been ordering estrogen supplements in your name for the past 25 or so years"

"You opening this portal tonight could've ripped open the very fabric of reality and that's what you were worried about-"

also re: their transitions, i don't think either of them would be that bothered with it? apart from the hrt, of course, stan might've briefly tried voice training; i imagine she puts on a marginally more feminine voice when she's being ms (mrs???) mystery and then at home or when she's not around customers she drops the voice and just sounds like how stan does in canon. i don't think she would go for any kind of surgery either whether facial feminization or bottom surgery or whatever; she doesn't care that much for presenting as feminine even if it gets her weird looks from some people. she's secure enough in her gender to validate it for herself <3

with ford it gets a little complicated. how much of a human's transition could've been completed while she was dimension hopping?? do they have estrogen in other dimensions??? if ford started doing hrt did they give her estrogen or like an equivalent??? so many questions and zero answers. if not then i think she would like to go on hrt after returning from the portal but like stanley would not care much for surgeries or voice training. both of them like their roughed up old guy voices too much to do anything about it

also entirely unrelated to your questions but i think spending time with mabel would encourage both of them to engage with stereotypical feminine things in a way that feels safe and comfortable and not embarrassing for them. like . for example imagine with me mabel teaching them how to braid each other's hair. (might be a pain because i imagine neither of them have very long hair but you know she tries.) like auughhhhh

#thank you for asking btw <3 #im like a vampire with my interests i can only talk abt it if someone invites me to sbdkwnfkwndkqmd #this was a pain to type out on mobile and it's late so I might've phrased stuff weirdly #anyways #asks #ferret rambles #gravity falls #gf #gravity falls headcanons #gravity falls au #stanley pines #grunkle stan #stanford pines #grunkle ford #trans stan twins #transfem!stans

[ugetelynx]

I literally have no clue how to content warn Tushima’s lore cause there’s a LOT 😭 so I’m only going to go until he joins the government and i’ll work on another post going further in depth of his adulthood if I feel like it

The main content warnings (i think i’ve been working on this for like three days); death, death via suicide, abuse, kidnapping, experimentation, fires, murder, etc

• Tushima is the youngest of the Vivain brothers, his older brothers being Xander and Obake Vivain. He was raised as a girl (he’s trans) but other than that life started out okay

• When he was really young he lost his mother to suicide due to unseen mental health problems. Tushima is a spitting imagine of her (will be important) however he was too young at the time to really remember unlike his brothers so her death didn’t affect him the way it did the rest of his family (as he hadn’t had a grasp on death yet but oh boy will he soon)

• His father starts gathering resentment for his kids and neglecting them in all sorts of ways out of his grief for losing the wife he loved with all his heart; however he always treated Tushima with love and care due to be a spitting image of his late wife and would never hurt him cause if it

• As Tushima grew older he started transitioning, and he became a lot more aware of his father’s abusive behavior towards his older brothers. He always puts himself between him and his father if he was about to hit Xander or Obake; using the fact that their father would never hurt him to protect his brothers

• Their father soon remarried a woman who had fallen on hard times and they were basically just using each other; Obake and Xander never liked her, Tushima does cause she’s nice and never really knew his mother.

• His stepmom soon became pregnant with Jean-Eve, Tushima’s little half sister, and divorced his father not wanting her child to grow up around him

• Tushima falls into a gang at some point during high school due to meeting Inadv, one of his love interests. Tushima also becomes incredibly close friends with the rest of the gang; Ivy and Sage (twins), Fiora, Silas, Naomi, and Pearl

• Here’s where things start going downhill—fast

• Tushima was fwb with Inadv for a good while before meeting Elyta and getting together with her, cutting off the fwb deal with Inadv; however Inadv caught feelings (though he knows his boundaries and is happy for him)

• Tushima, age 18, gets accepted into a prestigious college that he never wanted to go too but he qualified and his brothers made fill out an application. Obake’s best friend, Molotov, also got accepted so he and Tushima arrived at college together

• Night one he and Molotov are kidnapped in the night and wake up in cages. Tushima recognizes a ton of other students from when he and Molotov first walked into the building to get their room keys

• Tushima’s attention is brought to the “scientist” unlocking his cage, before he knows it he’s getting grabbed and forced somewhere, he can hear Molotov’s faint yells getting further and further away

• The “scientists” strap Tushima down onto a bed as Tushima frantically tries to free himself; only to get muzzled and have his entire body forced still as the headmaster he always saw on the news comes out of the shadows with a syringe full of a weird green liquid, Tushima screams in agony as he gets injected with it (he has lifelong trauma with needles after this)

• They toss him back in the cage and he’s already feeling violently ill; that’s when he notices his body changing. His skin turns to black scales that rip his clothing, his teeth turn into fangs, nails into claws, and tentacles growing out of his back. He coughs up a green liquid before hearing a pleased voice behind him, without having any control over his body he’s slashing at the person through the bars; just slightly out of reach.

• Apparently he’s “perfect” and “just what they’re looking for”

• Since then his “college studies” were normal during the day but at night he was always forced into fighting and killing other students; “failed text subjects” as they called them, made Tushima feel sick. They all had one thing in common, they were horrifically disfigured to the point you’d think they were something out of those zombie movies

• He hated killing them, he always felt so fucking guilty and sick afterwards, but every time he refused he was given a liquid that stopped him from going into his “other form” or whatever you wish to call it to protect himself as the scales are impenetrable. Whenever this happened he’d get abused and beaten so badly it looks like a fucking murder scene, which it probably would have been if it were anyone other than him.

• After “graduating” Tushima and Molotov came home so much different than before. Tushima had always been closed off and quiet; but now he simply looked and sounded dead. Like he was a robot or ghost

• A couple months later he and the gang + Elyta run into Kiara and her colleagues; a rival “gang” if you will. Tushima knew from the glint in her eyes that there was something she was interested in; and Inadv had it. She and Inadv come to a deal that if he and the gang leave she won’t touch them, but as soon as his back is turned, a sharp spike goes straight through his stomach. Kiara kneels down next to him and takes a vial of that green liquid Tushima had been injected with before turning and leaving.

• Breaking out of his shock he rushes over to Inadv and collapses, frantically trying to stop the bleeding, screaming and begging for Inadv to keep his eyes open.

• Nothing works and Tushima and the rest of the gang are in tears, Tushima realizing he’d fallen for Inadv like Inadv fell for him, but it was far too late and Inadv died there in his arms (he fell too fast and he fell too late)

• a while after Inadv’s death, Tushima is contacted by a man named “Disappear” who had apparently formulated a plan to get back at the college that ruined both their lives. Intrigued, Tushima and his friends show up at the meeting spot. There Disappear, a man in his mid-late 30s, explains he was a victim of the college’s experiments and when he’d heard of Tushima and his ability and blood’s unique reaction to the injection he needed to get in contact with him. (Oh and Disappear also has a husband named Flawless who just looked like he was happy to be there)

• A week before the mission was set to take place (all sorts of people were involved including Tushima’s brothers), Tushima is smoking on a rooftop when someone comes up behind him. That someone is Kiara fucking Hayes. The girl who murdered Inadv

• He’s instantly on guard but she raises her hands to show she doesn’t mean any harm and sits down next to him, pulling out her own cigarettes. That’s when she and him start to have a one-on-one, both of them getting progressively more relaxed with each other.

• “Sorry about Inadv.” “Sorry for judging a book by it’s cover.” “Pff.. you’re a dork.” “Hey!”

• Kiara explains that she wants to help Tushima, to make up for what happened awhile back is what she explained but Tushima was sure there was more to it

• During the mission, after having evacuated everyone and rescuing the ones being experimented on, Kiara and Tushima are left 2 vs 1 with the headmaster who, for an old dude, is a lot more challenging to take on than he looks. And the fact the building’s on fire and burning down doesn’t help in the slightest

• He manages to knock Tushima so hard into a wall he cracks his head open and falls to the ground. The headmaster goes to kill him but as soon as he strikes at Tushima, Kiara jumps in the way and takes a sword straight through her arm (leaving her with permanent nerve damage afterwards)

• Tushima manages to force himself back into consciousness but the second he sees Kiara on the ground, holding her bleeding arm with the headmaster standing above her, he snaps and instantly “shifts” (literally have no clue how to describe him going into his corrupted form) into his corrupted form, losing all sense of control and tackling the headmaster to the ground before he could react and sinking his teeth into his neck until the body stopped moving

• Changing back he hurries over to Kiara and helps her up and over to the window Disappear was at

• “You okay?” “Yeah, just a flesh wound” “You’re bleeding way too much. we need to get you medical attention” “Vivain, I am fine”

• The sounds footsteps are hurrying toward where Tushima, Kiara, and Disappear are. Kiara urges Tushima to come with them but he tells Disappear to get Kiara and the others out of there and he’ll stall time for them, and Kiara is very much not happy about it

• “You guys go on ahead, I’ll give you time while they arrest me.” “Vivain what the fuck are you thinking?! Come on lets go, the building’s coming down!” “Hayes—Kiara. I’ll be fine, get out of here.”

• Disappear, quite literally dragging Kiara away, makes their escape with the others while Tushima is left behind when a flurry of government agents storm the building and aim guns at him. Putting his hands up, and behind his head, he gets on his knees as the agents all check the scene around them. Then—to Tushima’s surprise—the leader grabs him by the arm and hauls him up. Informing him that the government could use his ability to their advantage, and it would pay handsomely, and Tushima is initially very reluctant at the idea until the government brings his family into it—giving him no choice but to accept the “deal” of working for them.

#tushima vivain #kiara hayes #inadv (oc) #molotov murray #obake vivain #xander vivain #jean-eve vivain #elyta (partner’s oc) #disappear ‘the chameleon’ #flawless ‘the wolf’ #adding oc names so i can find this easily again BDBXJSNC

[awigglycultist]

NPMD thoughts

Omg Richie's screams

Poor Richie my beloved

He's dead <3

Oh wait Ruth's headgear is missing in this song

Grace covering her mouth!

STEPH! PETE! <3

WHAT A START

Sycamore! We really need to know more about them

Rip Peter

I love the running in Literal Monster

Out first Max saying Bitch incident!

Get him up! Get this fucker up!!

I love being able to properly see everyone's facial expressions

I hate Solomon so much

Steph is very stupid for putting her hand above her phone as it's about to me smashed but also I'd probably do the same

"this projects on thermodynamics, what the fuck are you talking about?"

I literally love Ruth's, Pete's and Richie's friendship so much

"What was I like when she touched your arm? Did you cum!?"

"Pete silence your phone in the library!" you guys have been screaming this whole time but ok

NANI?

Ugh Pete you are cooler than you think you are!

Love Max finishing the "woah oh oh oh"

"Had to sell your bowtie to feed your fuckin family?"

Omg Pete's breathing and whining while Max is monologuing <3

"now say your fucking prayers bitch!" "-amen!" is still such a good transition

"mom will you pass the buttstuff?" "I just want some head and butter" "bread and buttstuff" still get me

"I love... Jesus <3 :)"

Dirty Girl should not be so good

"WHO ON OCCASION GETS DIRTY!"

Me trying to watch this and imagine watching with my dad to figure out the appropriateness and if gonna have to skip past parts

Ugh Pete <3

Ugh Steph caring about Pete so much despite knowing him for one day <3

Hatchettown notfi!

#pottypants let's get it trending

IT'S BULLY THE BULLY TIME!!!

Love hoe you can see Steph slowly getting into it

Beans cool? Excellent!

Pete's and Richie's finger fun moment!

"who was that?" "my boyfriend!" "sounded like a telemarketer" "okay my ex boyfriend"

Love the screams after "you kinda look like that homeless man from downtown"

"fucking useless Pete!"

"no he thinks the ghost is real he's just really fucking brave"

"I am Jägerman! I am God! Go Nighthawks!"

Skele'on

The little bit of info that Max's dad would call him a cuck and the fact that his bullying likely comes from a lot more trauma with his dad

It's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for him :(

Rip the glow in the dark skeleton costume

"this is Hatchetfield, people go missing everyday!"

Love Kyle and Brenda, what a supportive couple

"this is really your C+" "oh, Steph, you can keep it :)"

"with consent of cour cause we care!"

FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE!!!

Zeke the fighting Nighthawk like Ezekiel from Perky's Buds! Did Ekekiel name himself after Hatchetfield's mascot?

Love the audience cheering after "fuck Clivesdale fuck em straight to hell!"

Richie struggling with costume is so good

"I love being alive!"

God the costume and makeup up close! So good!!!

Smoke club!

Richie's fall is so good!!!

Jon's singing is seriously so good in npmd

And god Will is incredible

Yup Mark & Karen were just so wild at 18

"you don't say, you don't say. I'm be down there in a jiffy" "what'd they did dad?" "they didn't say"

Jeff voice over cameo!

Davis!

Love that Grace calls the cops pigs

Davis and Virginia!

Ziggy! Barry! Charlie!

Bryce's solo <3

Gerlad!

Love the cameos so much (but also rip Jerry, least it's preserved in the album

The bbq monologues bit is so stupid and so good and funny

Me Barbecue!

I love Trevor I hope we see him again

"I'm my dreams, it's my barbecue!"

Just For Once is so silly and so emotional love it it's underrated

"it fucking worked I'm fucking here he's fucking her!"

Lauren is so good!!

"take a bow, bitch"

"Every citizen of Clivesdale is guilty until proven innocent"

Shapiro saying she found the wwjd bracelet in the principal's office really got me the first time

"it's God plan! And now he's leaving me out to dry! Do something you son of a bitch!"

PAUL & EMMA!!!!

The knowledge of what card Jon hands Lauren makes this scene better

"I have been waiting for what feels like 5 fucking years and I still haven't gotten my hot chocolate!"

Emma spitting in the coffee!

Rip "women shoe"

AHHH IF I LOVED YOU!!!

"Leave room for Jesus!"

"she's bisexual and dead where else would she be!"

Rip Angela's fall

"get your hands out of your pocket! Put your hands down! He's going for a gun!"

The scream!

Also the audience screaming during this entire scene from Paul's & Emma's entrance to Emma screaming, so valid and great

"don't comfort her she's fucking weird"

I hate him but we absolutely need to know more about Solomon, how do the Mayor's learn so much

The black book! The nightmare time theme!

And another reason we need to know more about Solomon, why tf did he have the black book and what did he do with it

Max's one liners are so great

"on the ground bitch I'm a cop!"

"are you a women of faith?" "catholic" "I'll take that as a no"

"there's something deeply wrong with this whole town" yeah there sure is

Pete saying he has no idea what he's doing when he checks for Shapiro's pulse is such a great way of keeping it unknown if she's alive or dead

AAAHHHH THE SUMMONING

"t'noy karaxis" particularly scratches my brain

AHHH THE LORDS IN BLACK

I am a bit sad you can't see all the dance moves at the same time and you so you can't really see them changing dances with each other but also the close ups are so cool and very fitting for the scene!

Jon putting his fingers together so it's reminiscent of the doll only having three is such a cool choice

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT JOEY RICHTER WHY DO YOUR EMOTIONAL PERFORMANCES HAVE TO BE SO GOOD

I WAS RIGHT I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR CAITIA REPRISE

They both do a great job during this and I NOT OKAY

Max's fucking beat boxing

"so you do know the bible!"

This is scene is seriously so crazy

Graces entrance afterwards with the cigarette is so great and Max's entrances afterward laying on the bench is so great

The spin!

The lighting!!!

Homecoming time!

Someone remind me to add Joey in best of you to the air guitar thread

And that's it. That's where ends :)

Grace is so crazy and I love her

#starkid #hatchetfield #npmd spoilers #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #nerdy prudes must die spoilers

[selicyoats]

my thoughts on the persona 4 cast

SPOILERS BELOW SPOILERS BELOW

Yosuke Hanamura Battle Rating: 7/10 I didn't use him all that much, but he's your earlygame guy, he pulls his weight pretty well. He's saved my ass with Trafuri plenty of times, so I've got that to thank him for. Character Rating: I dunno man/10 Yosuke as a character has me on the fence about him. On one hand, his S. Link is great and you really get to see him grow. On the other hand, he is an ASSHOLE and is incredibly mean-spirited to Kanji. If the supposed cut romance is real, it'd explain how behavior as him being closeted, but as it stands, he's just a really mixed bag that is also sometimes a pervert because Persona. Chie Satonaka Battle Rating: 8/10 She probably has the best battle follow-up; being able to straight-up punt the enemy out of battle can be a life-saver in certain miniboss encounters. However, she kind of falls off the Phys department around the same time Kanji joins, and she'll definitely be outshined by the later Naoto when it comes to add clearing. Still, she gets some time in the sun since she joins very early. I also really like her battle idle animation, it's probably my favorite battle idle animation in all the games. Character Rating: 7/10 Chie's not a very "deep" character, but that's perfectly fine. Her S. Link was simple but it helped give you a glimpse into her character and her resolve to actually fully come to terms with what her Shadow said. Yukiko Amagi Battle Rating: 10/10 She provides the game's best healing and some damn good damage thanks to a great Magic stat, she's probably a first-playthrough final team staple. Character Rating: 5/10 Man, I REALLY wanted to like Yukiko. I really did. But her S. Link just ends her back at where she started, and even with the new outlook she got, it didn't fully feel very... satisfactory, I suppose? Kind of like a worse Kou S. Link. Kanji Tatsumi Battle Rating: 10/10 POWER CHARGE PRIMAL FORCE Kanji's an ABSOLUTE beast in combat, he's so awesome. Character Rating: 10/10 Kanji is a character that really resonates with me. I've been at points where I have questioned my sexuality, points where I've thought about maybe even trying to transition; but in the end, I placed my confidence into my own masculinity and became confident in who I am. I think seeing Kanji come to face not just that uncertain aspect of himself, but also get through his fear of rejection in his S. Link, makes him one of, if not, the best written P4 party member. Rise Kujikawa Battle: she's the navi/10 She's the navi. Cool benefits though. Character Rating: 9/10 Another contender for the best written P4 party member. Rise's internal struggle to find who she "really" is was a great part of her story, and I actually think it was portrayed quite well in the Persona 4 Animation. Neat character, she's cool. Teddie Battle Rating: 8/10 Early Matarukaja and some good support makes Teddie a good party member to have around if you're not using Yukiko for healing. Character Rating: 8/10 Teddie's fine. He has a lot of hit-or-miss moments, and his voice can get grating, but I liked the moments he had in the hospital when Nanako was hospitalized, and seeing him in the Velvet room was also pretty cool. Naoto Shirogane Battle Rating: 10/10 MIND CHARGE MEGIDOLAON Naoto's the magic equivalent of Kanji, and she does ridiculous damage with the addition of also being incredibly good at shadow add clear. Character Rating: 9/10 I really liked Naoto coming to accept herself for who she is and realizing she can succeed without changing, even if the writing is a little dated. Her S. Link was neat, and while it didn't do much for her character, it gave a deeper glimpse into her character which is always appreciated. I think people who say Naoto is trans kind of miss the point of the character; to say she should've been trans would be to submit to the idea that women cannot succeed in male-dominated departments, which is the opposite of what her arc was trying to say.

#persona 4 #yosuke hanamura #chie satonaka #yukiko amagi #kanji tatsumi #teddie #rise kujikawa #naoto shirogane #opinion #persona 4 golden

[south-of-heaven]

Dakota kai or Zelina Vega or the BRE (I can’t pick) x reader

Reader always loses her glasses and whoever you pick always helps her find them and like playfully tells her off for losing them

Lost || The BRE x Reader

Summary: You constantly lose your glasses around the house. Thankfully you've got four partners who'll help you look.

A/N: I can't resist the chance of writing BRE stuff because BRE4L.

Losing your glasses had become somewhat of a recurring theme in your life. It was almost comical how often you would misplace them, only to send everyone into a frenzy trying to help you find them. But one thing you were grateful for was having four amazing partners who were always there to assist you in your quest to locate your elusive eyewear.

The day had started like any other. You woke up, ready to tackle the day ahead, only to realize that your glasses were nowhere to be found. You sighed in frustration, mentally berating yourself for not putting them in their usual spot the night before. But you didn't need to wallow for long, because as soon as the others noticed your distressed expression, they sprang into action.

Mia, ever the playful one, raised an eyebrow and let out a mock exasperated sigh. "Again, babe? How do you manage to lose your glasses every single day?" Her tone was light, filled with affection, as she ruffled your hair.

Charlie joined the search party with a grin, her mischievous spirit evident in her eyes. "You know, we might need to invest in a tracker for those glasses of yours." She teased, earning a chuckle from the rest of you.

Shayna, always the pragmatic one, began scanning the room with a practiced eye. "Did you check the bathroom? That's usually where they end up, right?" Her words were accompanied by a smirk, a mixture of concern and playfulness in her expression.

Jessamyn, the gentle giant of the group, knelt down and started peering under the furniture. "Don't worry, we'll find them. Just remember to keep a spare pair next time," she reassured you, her soothing voice putting you at ease.

As you scoured the room, the atmosphere was a blend of amusement and camaraderie. It was incredible how these four strong, capable women could effortlessly transition from their fierce personas in the ring to caring partners on a mission to locate your glasses.

After a few minutes of searching, Mia triumphantly held up your glasses, a satisfied grin on her face. "Found 'em!" she exclaimed, and the room erupted into cheers and laughter.

You reached out to take the glasses from her, grateful for their unwavering support. "Thanks, guys," you said with a sheepish smile. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Charlie chuckled and wrapped her arm around your shoulders. "Probably squint your way through life," she teased, earning a playful swat from you.

Shayna leaned against the wall, a fond smile on her lips. "Just one of the many ways we've got your back," she remarked, her gaze warm.

Jessamyn nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling. "Yeah, we're a team, even when it comes to finding lost glasses."

As you slipped your glasses back on, your vision instantly clearing, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. These four amazing women were more than just partners ��� they were your pillars of strength, your support system, and your heart. And even if you continued to lose your glasses from time to time, you knew that with them by your side, you'd never truly be lost.

#wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #dakota kai #dakota kai x reader #charlie x reader #charliegirl #jessamyn duke x reader #jessamyn duke #shayna baszler x reader #shayna baszler #mia yim x reader #mia yim #michin #the bre x reader #the bre #best roommates ever #bre4l