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bloodynereid · 6 months

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Hi can I please request a Jordan x reader . Reader has power that glitch & saves Jordan. Reader hey I am lucky that I didn’t get stuck in between a wall.

Thank you.

Flying Grand Pianos - headcanons

pairing: jordan li x gn! reader

tw: cursing, mentions of uncontrolled powers, cate and sam went to prison (i'm sorry okay! they're my pookies but for this fic to work i had to do something), uh nothing much ig? unless u have a phobia of falling pianos... then maybe don't read this??

description: your powers come in handy in the weirdest situations.

a/n: hiii hopefully u enjoy this! i literally did not mean to make this as insane as it ended up being but hey i'm sick and running on like too little sleep, i hope it's still entertaining tho cause i had sm fun writing this lol. i tried to integrate everything you said into headcanons cause it felt more apt ? ig... anyways requests are open & lmk ur thoughts <3

It was your final year at God U, somehow you had actually made it through the insanity that happened during junior year. You had even come out of the whole situation with a whole new group of friends… even if Cate and Sam sort of had to be locked away because of all the shit they did.

Thank whoever had decided to call the FBI because you had no idea how the entire situation might have turned out if Homelander showed up instead.

So life had turned back to normal towards the end of junior year, mostly because Vought was able to keep most of the situation quiet. Now you were only a step away from becoming an actual superhero… which was a strange situation to think about.

Your powers weren’t all that noteworthy but were insanely useful in battle and to get out of awkward conversations… especially since you were able to mostly control them.

You had the ability to glitch, which essentially meant you could manipulate the fabric of reality around you and mess with it (always with a limit of course, you weren’t an all-powerful magician). You mostly used it for teleportation or to mess with people, something that was always sooo worth it.

You also were kind of insanely good at dealing with actual glitches in computers, which made absolutely no sense but it did help adding to your skill set for your major.

There was probably one specific time where your powers worked in your favor in the best way possible. Over the past few years you sort of developed a tiny little miniscule (HUGE) crush on Jordan Li and now that you were actually able to call them your friend that tiny little crush grew into something way bigger.

What you weren’t aware of was that Jordan felt the same way, they always viewed you as this pretty incredible supe but never really had the chance to talk to you… until the whole The Woods situation. After that it almost made it harder for them to just ask you out on your date… because you had created such a tentative but strong friendship - something that Jordan hadn’t had since Luke. Something that they weren’t sure they would be able to walk away from again.

It was a few months into your senior year when the incident happened. It wasn’t something crazy like Homelander suddenly massacring the school instead it was an incident that belonged in the halls of a supe school… one of the new freshmen had somehow conjured up a piano in the middle of the damn sky and was unable to make it disappear.

The one problem with this piano was that it was falling... and falling really fucking fast.

You had been drinking one of your favorite drinks from Jitter Bean when you were surprised (and very concerned) to see a piano making its way towards Jordan - a very distracted Jordan who was talking, or rather yelling into their phone.

It barely took you a second to make the decision before you dropped your drink and glitched in Jordan’s direction - thank whatever all powerful force was out there for actually having it work because a moment later you reappeared next to Jordan and grabbed their arm before glitching again.

Suddenly you were standing in your room and Jordan was looking at you like an insane person before a loud crash and a whole bunch of yelling was heard outside the window.

Jordan shot a confused look before darting over to the window, only to find that a huge grand piano now stood (well not really it was sort of everywhere) where they had just been standing a moment ago.

You shot them a sheepish smile as they turned around to look at you with a dropped jaw.

“I actually can’t believe that worked, I’m lucky I didn’t accidentally get us stuck between a wall.”

lol i have no idea what this is but i like it anyways.

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thelov3lybookworm · 6 months

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lucien x reader jealousyyyy,, imagine reader makes a pact with azriel to help him get elain and azriel helps reader get lucien. They use eachother to make elain and lucien jealous and it works. reader and az shamelessly flirt with eachother around luc and elain. Lucien snaps on day when he sees reader and az kissing nc the mating bond snaps for him. 👀👀 a lotta smut plsss

For ever and ever.

Summary: Lucien gets a little... possessive.

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A/n: i had so much fun writing this anon, and i love you so much for sending this in ♥ also, i feel like i got a lil poetic with this one lol 😂

anyways, enjoy!

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Y/n peeked from around the door, wondering where the hell Lucien was and why he was taking so long to arrive. He was supposed to have arrived already.

She had told him to be present before the sun began setting so she could show him the new restaurant she had found. He had agreed, just like all the times before. She would ask him to meet her in a specific place, and he would meet her. No questions asked. They would then go on to explore Velaris and little picnics and what not.

Y/n knew Lucien loved to do these little outings with her. If he didn't, he would have told her ages ago.

But everytime Y/n thought he would do something to take their relationship further, become something, anything more than friends, he would turn away.

It was like taking one step forward, three steps back.

This had been going around for months now, this dance between the two of them. And he had seemed not at all interested in ending this dance.

So Y/n had to take her own steps forward before he could leave the dance midway.

And Azriel had seemed like the perfect musician to guide this dance between Y/n and Lucien to its happy end.

Of course, Y/n felt like she was using him, and her heart was happily opening the gates for guilt to come sweeping in, but she knew she had all the rights to banish the guilt from the sprawling manor of her consciousness.

Especially when he was a consenting adult in this ruse, one who had a good head on his shoulder- most of the time- and was getting something out of it.

The two of the would flirt like their lives depended on it around Lucien and Elain, and Y/n could see Lucien holding back a snarl, a roar, could see his frustration when she got a little too touchy with Azriel. Azriel, of course, went along with the act, at times even making Y/n question if he really was acting.

A door opened somewhere in the house, and then Azriel was whisper yelling for Y/n to hurry up.

And that meant it was either Lucien or Elain. Probably both.

She hurried over to him, and he wrapped his hands around her waist, lifting her onto the counter. and before she could have second thoughts about about this brilliant plan of hers, his mouth descended.

His lips were soft, and he was a good kisser, but Y/n imagined he was nowhere near Lucien-

There were soft voices coming from the hallway beyond the door, becoming louder and louder by the moment.

Azriel leaned into Y/n, deepening the kiss like that was his sole purpose in life until there was no sound except the blood roaring in Y/n's ears.

There was so much silence, for a moment Y/n wondered if she'd gone deaf.

Then suddenly, Y/n felt as if she'd been dropped into a pit of fire. The temperature became unbearable, and as quickly as Azriel had begun kissing her, he was ripped away, leaving Y/n gasping.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself looking at the broad back that belonged to Lucien, his hair shining brighter than ever, the red rivaling that of the hottest of fires. He trembled with anger, and it was a miracle there was no steam coming out of his ears.

Y/n glanced around for a moment, trying to see if Azriel had gotten hurt. She found herself looking at a teary eyed Elain, who stared at something- someone- on the ground in front of Lucien, who still had his back turned to Y/n.

"What are you doing?" Azriel rasped, and Y/n finally got a glimpse of him. He was sitting on the ground, hid hands braced behind him to hold himself in an upright position, his mouth gaping.

Shit.

Lucien said nothing, standing still.

The situation was escalating too fast, and Y/n wondered if she'd taken it too far.

She put a hand on Lucien's shoulder, and that seemed to break him out of his trance. He whipped his head around to look at Y/n, fire in his eyes, his skin slightly aglow. It was not the glow of happiness.

It was the glow of murderous rage.

He slowly twisted his head back to look at Azriel as his hands came to rest on Y/n's hips. Despite the severity of the situation, the traitorous butterflies in Y/n's stomach took flight.

"Do not ever think about touching her. Keep your hands to yourself if you don't want to lose them."

Y/n simply stared at the autumn court male, her heart beating in her throat. Not because she was scared, but because she needed him to push her heart back into her chest with his tongue-

No. Not now. Not good timing for such thoughts. She chided herself.

Lucien turned then, sliding his arms around Y/n, and then simply winnowing away.

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It shouldn't have been possible. Winnowing shouldn't have been possible due to the numerous spells put around the river house, but when Y/n opened her eyes, she knew that Lucien had somehow made it possible.

Because she was sitting on an entirely different counter, in an entirely different kitchen from the one she had just been in.

She stared at the fuming male in front of her, and he stared back.

Finally, after what felt like ages, Y/n found her voice. "How- how did you do that?"

That made his brows furrow. "Do what?"

"You winnowed us. You shouldn't have been able to."

"Oh." A smirk that bordered on cruel curled his mouth. "You forget I am the spell cleavers son."

Y/n blinked. "What... what do you mean?"

His smirk faded away. "You don't know?"

She shook her head, the new revelation leaving her reeling.

His face hardened. "So they didn't tell you as well, huh?"

Then he told her about how the inner circle had hidden from his his true lineage, how they had voted and then decided to leave him in the dark. How he had only recently found out through his mother after Beron's death, and how he had confronted the first member of inner circle he came face to face with.

It had been Elain, and she caved within moments of him beginning to question her. She claimed they would have told him eventually, but she didn't want to break the inner circle's trust by telling him the truth.

"I was pissed, and seeing you with him- kissing him, it only increased my fury."

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Y/n couldn't help but feel glee.

"Why did you get angrier? Were you jealous, Lucien?"

He blushed, just a little. He made to move away, but Y/n's hand shot out, curling into his shirt. She grinned at him as she tugged him closer, and that made his eyes drop to her lips.

He looked back up into her eyes, searching for something.

She dipped her chin in a nod, and then there was no stopping Lucien.

His lips crashed into hers, and all air fled Y/n's lungs.

The air was kicked out because the space was needed for the golden string that made itself know in that moment.

She gasped, and he used the action to deepen the kiss, his hands holding onto her hips with bruising intensity. She was glad.

He didn't stop until it was practically impossible to go any longer without breathing. Truly unfortunate, and it had Y/n cursing her lungs because they couldn't hold in more air.

Lucien panted, staring at her as a feral grin crawled onto his face, his delight evident in his eyes.

"You are mine." The words were breathless, barely a whisper. They sounded like a question. Cocky, but there was a tone of uncertainty under all the arrogance.

Like he was trying to make sure she had no problem in being his.

"I am yours."

"For ever. You are mine for as long as we live."

She smiled gently, wrapping her arm around his neck and tugging his mouth back to hers.

"For ever and ever, I'm yours."

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blueberrypancakesworld · 5 months

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Hey there! I really like your Faust shorts. Usually I’m nervous about requesting stuff, but I wanted to ask. Do you think maybe you could do Bard and a younger fan reader who’s been helping out at helvete for a job? He calls her “little lady,” both because she’s younger and way shorter than him lol. Maybe some of her bullies come into the shop and start teasing her, but then scary tall lanky boy comes out with the scary dog energy and scars them off? And when he sees that she’s kinda upset still about what happens he offers to let her pick out the horror movie they’re gonna watch together. Just cute platonic stuff with a smug of a crush on readers side lol

My little Lady - Faust x fem!reader

warning : alcohol, cuddling, use of a knife and gun

Info : Hi hi thanks for the request anon don't be nervous the only bad thing that could happen is a ,,No". So have fun reading this and hope you and others likes it ;)

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Helvete was the place to go if you were looking for like-minded people, weirdos, crazy people, satanists or simply a distraction.

It was a store for freaks, for people who didn't want to belong in society and didn't do so. A store that was nevertheless a home for very specific people.

A home that became a place where all the freaks could meet to be just that. Freaks. It was the store where the little lady stayed, at least that's what Faust always called her.

The younger employee who initially only helped out at the weekend was now an employee and a member of the store. At first, the boys had almost laughed at her when she came in because of her size she almost seemed to still be at school.

Although this was not the case, it was an unusual view, but by the time she proved herself on the drums and especially in her knowledge of music, she had the respect of the group. Her knowledge went so far that she only had to hear one note to know which song and band it was.

A talent that the biggest of the group, Faust, found particularly amusing. When he wasn't asleep, at home or watching horror movies, he was always in the store and a friendship soon developed between the two of them.

What started with a ,,Here, let me help you" and him taking a box from her to put it on the highest shelf usually ended with an extended evening in the store where they both listened to their favorite music.

She gave him a new knife for his birthday and he gave her a pair of boots with heels. Heels that made her a little taller, but not quite enough to even come close to her.

But she loved these boots and wore them almost every day, even on the day the door to the store opened and a certain group came in. Great, she thought as she looked up from the box of new records.

It was the new print of the Venom album and many would be coming in tomorrow so she wanted to get everything ready. But when she saw exactly who was standing in the doorway, she had to stifle a frustrated cry.

,,Well, if it isn't the freak," she heard the leader of her "friends" say, and she hadn't been able to get rid of the three of them since she had left the church.

She had met the three of them at the church and when she started wearing a little more black, well, Satan always shows himself in the strangest places.

,,If you want to buy something, make it otherwise," she tried, trying to suppress the fear and discomfort in her voice. But as the three approached her, she slowly moved away, wanting to escape, wanting to stop being the victim.

,,Oh, we're buying... only the customer service isn't that good, is it, boys?" he asked and suddenly the other two began to take the records out of their packaging and smash them. Their pleas and screams to stop stopped as the oldest of the three approached them.

She pushed hard with her back against the corner and her fear showed when he slid his fingers to her earrings. ,,It would be a shame to lose it," he murmured and placed his fingers on the upturned cross earring. ,,Don't do that," she said, her voice brittle and full of fear that he would tear her earring off.

Tears formed in her eyes as she watched more records being destroyed, the pain in her ear intensifying. Before suddenly footsteps could be heard from the cellar.

They sounded heavy and the steps creaked under the older man. ,,If I were you, you go now!" he hissed and she saw the knife flash in his hand as he looked at the three of them from behind his hair. ,,And what if you don't?" one of the three asked and threw a record at the larger one.

But Faust caught it and threw it so precisely that the edge cut the little one. ,,I'm... bleeding," he said firmly and backed away slowly, while the other fled, cursing as Faust pointed the knife at him.

,,What, are you going to kill me?" the leader asked, letting go of the young woman and walking towards the taller one, who towered over him. But Faust just smirked before grabbing the smaller one by the collar and pulling him towards him.

The coldness of the knife lay against the younger man's throat. ,,Do you want to find out?" he asked and saw the fear slowly forming in his gaze as he tore himself away and ran out screaming.

Before the door closed and Faust instantly lost the creepy energy. But in all of this she felt the rapid beating of her heart, which she knew was not only due to her fear.

Perhaps she had developed a little crush on him in all this time. But above all, he had her gratitude. ,,Thank you... Faust," she said and threw her arms around him, hugging the taller one, who lifted her up with a smile and twirled around slightly.

,,Come on, little lady, pick a movie and I'll make some popcorn...no one should say you were afraid of them," he said with a grin and went into the professional kitchen before she settled into the beanbag and decided on Halloween.

Already feeling much more relaxed watching the beginning, she soon felt the bowl of popcorn in her lap. ,,I couldn't have made a better choice, little lady," he said, slapping her lightly on the arm before he took some popcorn and she leaned against him before they both enjoyed the movie together.

But inside they both knew that they would give their lives to the other. They would look out for each other...they always would.

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#lord of chaos 2018 #loc 2018 #valter skarsgård #loc faust #lords of chaos faust #faust x reader #lords of chaos faust x reader

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minteyeddevil · 1 year

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“Tempting Night, A Good Morning“

Lucifer x GN!Reader, Smut, Alcohol Use/Mentioned!

(The reader gets drunk, so if that makes you uncomfortable, please be warned! Luci is a good demon though and takes care of them!)

Plenty of demonus was spread around the brothers, celebrating successful grades on the exams everyone had. It had been quite the semester, it seemed, and being allowed to let loose, if only for a night, was definitely welcome with open arms. You, especially, were letting yourself get wrapped up in the merriment, enjoying one drink after another. (Asmodeus had surprised you by managing to get his hands on some human realm drinks, letting you help yourself to them.)

From a distance away, a pair of ruby eyes watched you closely, not intending to disturb your fun, but to keep a watchful eye that you did not hurt yourself in this slight stupor you were putting yourself in.

As if you sensed those dark eyes on you, you turned towards the demon they belonged to, swaying your hips slightly as you walked over to him, moving his gloved hands out of the way so you could sit on his lap.

“Lucifer,” you groaned, nuzzling into his neck, “I really want to play with you.”

Your voice was a slur in his ear, and despite the heavy lace of want in it, he did his best to ignore it.

“MC, I’m afraid I can’t allow you to do that.”

You openly frowned, moving from your cuddled sitting position to openly straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. You slowly rolled your hips against him, knowing that it was one of his favorite ‘moves’ of yours.

“Oh please,” you begged, “I want you so badly…”

You continued to unabashedly grind against him, moving to nip at his ear and run a hand through his black hair.

“I’ll be a good for you, I promise.”

He gripped your waist, stilling you against him, and he gently pushed you back, looking you face to face.

“My dear, you really are tempting a demon here, and our patience can only last so long. But I refuse to take advantage of you in this state.”

You groaned in protest, leaning back to the point where you almost fell off of him; but his arms came to wrap around you, giving a deep sigh as you broke into laughter from your head hanging upside down.

“Ahhh, everyone looks so strange from here!” you giggled, and he pulled you back up to sit straight again, giving you a concerned look.

“It’s time for you to go to bed.”

Despite the protests from his brothers, he stood, carrying you with him bridle style. Your head lulled back and forth, a mix of groans and laughter breaking from you as he carried you into your bedroom.

He placed you on the bed, helping you remove your coat, and when you began to try and remove your jeans, he assisted there as well. You giggled and shook your hips suggestively at him once you were left in just a shirt and underwear; but he showed an immense amount of restraint.

He couldn’t lie, of course he was incredibly attracted to you; given your growing relationship, he cared deeply for you as well. He was insanely aroused by your open want for him; but he refused to take advantage of your state; he was the Avatar of Pride after all, and was determined to respect you. He knew there would be regret in the morning if he gave in to the temptation.

He shushed you as you whined when he pulled the blankets on you for the moment, and he stepped out for a moment to bring you a glass of water.

“Drink,” he ordered, having you sit up a bit, and held the glass to your lips. You obeyed, though your eyes were locked with his, that suggestive look still present within them.

He placed the glass on the nightstand, though while distracted with that, you grabbed his arm and tugged him to the bed, managing to flip him to his back for you straddle him once again.Given he could have easily fought you off, he sighed and allowed you this small triumph, though stiffened when you pressed needy lips to his own.

For a moment he wished to kiss back; but he pressed his hands to your shoulders, pushing you away.

“No, MC,” he spoke sternly, and you whined loudly, dropping your head to his chest.

“But Lucifer–”

“None of that, now.” His voice was deep and carried a level threat to it this time. “You are going to sleep.”

He moved you off of him, and all the wind was taken from your sails as you slumped into your spot, your head burying in your pillow. He sighed deeply, calming himself as well, shaking the need from his own body. The covers were once again pulled up to your shoulders, and you sighed, a slight shiver running up your back.

He was making to leave the room, when he heard your voice, almost just a whisper.

“Lucifer…?”

“Yes?”

“I’m…I’m cold…”

He turned back to see you shivering under the blanket. The alcohol was hitting you far too hard, making your body practically turn on itself. The room didn’t feel too cool, but given your state, everything may have very well been a freezer.

He sighed once more, turning back to the bed and to you. He sat on opposite edge of you, removing his coat and placed it over you, before crawling under the blanket with you. The moment you felt his warmth, you curled into him immediately, your shivering almost halting completely. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, holding you close, but his voice was stern.

“No tricks, MC.”

You mumbled something incoherent, that was shortly followed by soft snoring. He chuckled and gave a relieved sigh, letting his eyes close as well.

Finally, you had fallen asleep for him.

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An overwhelming warmth was taking you over, and it caused you to slowly stir. A light throbbing in your head caused you to groan, but you were thankful to find a glass of water on your nightstand.

After completely downing it, you rolled back over, making contact with the other body in your bed.

Lucifer laid there, on his back with his eyes closed.

For a moment you just stared at him, trying to replay anything that you could remember from the night before. You recalled the amount of drink you had, the banter amongst everyone, how you had crawled into his lap…

You looked at him once more and blushed deeply, swallowing the nervous ball in your throat as you reached out to tap his shoulder.

“Yes, MC?” he replied, not opening his eyes; seemed he was already awake.

You swallowed again, your mouth having gone dry. “Lucifer…um…did we…?”

“We did not,” he replied, finally opening his eyes to look at you. “I would never take advantage of you in that way. I promise you nothing happened, despite how pushy you were,” he added with a slight teasing air, trying to lighten your mood.

You smiled slightly, letting go of the breath you had been holding and let your head rest back on your pillow.

“I’m sorry…for how I must have been acting.”

“Wanton and needy? You really don’t need to apologize for that,” he teased, making the flush in your face deepen.

“Lucifer…”

“I'm kidding,” he continued, turning to his side to face you. “You were certainly under the influence, so I made sure to get you to bed right away. Though you wanted me to stay with you, so I did. you were very cold, it seemed.”

You smiled softly, scooting over to cuddle into his chest. “Thank you, for taking care of me.”

“Of course, my dear.” He planted a soft kiss on your head, as he moved to wrap his arms around you.

You nuzzled into his chest, giving the skin of his throat a few loving pecks. A soft groan left his throat as his arms tightened around you. You looked up to see his eyes had closed once more, and you bit your lip, the previous want stirring in your belly again.

Your mind was clear this time, however; so the hope of reciprocated feelings was there now.

You planted open mouth kisses to skin that was peaking from his shirt, trailing up to his Adam’s apple, and back down again, reaching up to undo his tie and slowly open his shirt. You teased the exposing skin with your tongue a bit, and you felt his body tense.

“MC, be careful,” he growled, “remember you still are tempting a demon. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

You trailed your lips up the skin of his chest, nipping lightly at his collarbone.

“You won’t be, Lucifer. I’m fully aware of everything now.”

A deep chuckle rolled from his chest, as he moved you suddenly, pinning you underneath him.

“If you really are sure,” he retorted, pressing his mouth to your neck, “that I am more than happy to oblige this neediness of yours.”

He bit down on your pulse, making your mouth open in a silent gasp. The surge of pain and pleasure caused your hips to buck, and he moved himself between them, spreading your legs for him. His hands made little work of your shirt, exposing your chest to him, as he dropped his head low to tease a pert bud with his teeth.

Your fingers buried in his dark hair, and your back arched to press your chest closer to his teasing mouth. One hand moved to hold your back, while the other trailed down your stomach, and slid towards your clothed sex.

He slipped his hand under the fabric to tease your entrance, and he groaned around your nipple.

“So needy for me.”

You moaned as his fingers massaged the area around your entrance before slowly pressing in, and you rolled your hips to get more friction. He moved his head from your chest up to your mouth, making you dizzy with a deep kiss.

His fingers worked you into a small frenzy, pressing a second one into you and stretching you so nicely you moaned into his mouth.

He smirked against your lips, licking your swollen bottom one.

“Is this what you wanted, my love?”

You nod, unable to find your words.

He chuckled, and continued to kiss you, as he removed his fingers from you to rid himself of his own shirt and was going to remove his slacks with a quickness. You halted his hands with your own however, pushing him slightly to be above you.

His eyes questioned you, but you just ran your fingers along his chest, shuffling down til you were even with his front. His need was extremely apparent, and you planted a kiss on the clothed tip before popping the button and pulled the zipper down to let his erection loose. A deep moan left him as your fingers wrapped around his cock, pumping him slowly. You lavished the tip your tongue before taking it into your mouth and sucking on it.

He hissed a swear as you pumped him while continuing to suck on his tip, til he got impatient himself, and pulled you back to be fully beneath him.

“No more teasing,” he hissed, covering your mouth with his own.

His hands were placed under your thighs as he spread them, nudging your entrance with his tip. He pushed in quickly, filling you to the hilt, and a growl left him as a high pitch moan left you.

His pace was slow at first, letting you adjust; but the look on your face and flush in your chest made him want to pound away at you. He bit his bottom lip, showing his restraint, til you gave him a slight nod, allowing him to up his tempo.

His arms wrapped around you as he took you, his face buried in the crook of your neck where he nipped and kissed your skin there. Your fingers dug into the flesh of his back, holding him as close as humanly possible.

“Lucifer…Lucifer please…” you moaned, unsure of whatever you were pleading for.

“I have you, love,” he replied, pressing into you harder, making you see white.

Your orgasm hit you swiftly after, rolling your eyes behind your closed eyelids as high moans left your throat. His followed shortly, as your tightening muscles pulled him towards it. You felt his warmth fill you, and his body relaxed atop yours, both of you panting.

You wrapped your arms lovingly around his frame, holding him close once more.

“Good morning,” you giggled, and you felt him smile against your skin.

“Good morning, my love.”

#obey me nsft #obey me shall we date nsft #lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #gn!mc #gn!reader #fanfiction #Alcohol mention tw

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ctrsara · 3 months

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Okay, this is technically a reblog, but since I'm going to (very personally) disagree with a lot of these, I thought it was kind of rude to actually reblog... Everyone is so welcome to their opinion about what they'd like to see coming up!

Things i demand wish to see from MCU Spiderman moving forward:

—Mature and confident Peter who is able to take charge of any situation as an experienced hero

Yes, except no. He's still 17 at the end of NWH. Yes, he's way overpowered and has been through a ton of crap and lost so much, but he's still a kid. An adolescent. An immature human. If he's 25? Sure. I'm all over confident, adult Peter. But if it's right after, and he's like 18/19? Still a kid, and he needs support and mentoring. Even if he's 25, he needs support.

—Spiderman swinging all over NY🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸

Yes, please. New York is his place. I want to see him in New York, but I’d also like to see the citizens of New York step up for him. There was so much heart in Spider-Man 2 when the New Yorkers protected and helped Peter.

—Fun and complex fight scenes!!!!!!! Peter webbing ppl up during fights, hand to hand combat, using the environment for attacks.

Yeah, this is always great! This is what we’re here for! (Well, that and all the fun relationships the MCU has tried really hard to just delete, but…)

—Step UP the cinematography. Give MCU SM his own distinct visual style like Raimi and Webb did b4

Eh, I don’t have a strong opinion on this. I thought the cinematography in NWH was good. But that’s also not the main thing I’m here for.

—Spiderman helping ppl with small things. Interacting with them and really showing why the ppl of NY love him

See above. Yes, more of this. :)

—Peter working for JJJ? (PLEASE I NEED IT)

I don’t care about this either, but it could be good. I’m just not excited to see one more person treat Peter Parker like trash after all he’s been through, which is my hesitation. (But I get the appeal)

—Peter actually struggle after the events of NWH (emotionally/financially)

I’m good, thanks! Peter has already struggled a LOT and I only want to see this if there is some resolution/help with those things. I’m not here for Hurt/No Comfort, guys.

—Peter trying to form new relationships after MJ and Ned

Maybe. But I’d like him to rediscover his relationship with them more. New relationships, while interesting, cannot replace people who have known and loved you for years. They just can’t.

—Spiderman trash talking his villains

Of course! One of my favorite things is the fun little mini film on Far From Home when he’s taking down the Manfredi family. Is that who they were? I don't feel like looking it up right now.

—🖤BLACK CAT🖤

I mean, sure? I don’t really care about her, but I believe I could be convinced to care about here, if we get to see her human side, and if she shows she has good reasons for whatever she’s doing. I mean, I even cared about Adrian Toomes. Sure, he was a bit of a psychopath, but he was doing it because he loved his family and wanted to provide for them.

—DO NOT CHANGE THE SUIT!!!!!!!!!!! The one he got at the end of NWH is literally perfect. DO NOT CHANGE IT!!!

Buzzer sound. Nope. The thought of him swinging around in that (admittedly cool, very proud of his ingenuity) spandex suit, with even less protection than his original get-up gives me chills, and I want some kind of tech suit back pronto.

—More grounded stories. I love a good cosmic/multiverse story but SM is better when he's on the ground dealing relatively normal shit, petty crime, gangs, evil scientists etc

YES. I want to see the Avengers in “our” world. The space stuff just never hits the same. Or the inner space stuff. (Looking at you, Quantumania. While I enjoyed-ish the movie, my favorite part was at the beginning where Scott was just walking around being kind of normal…) And Spider-man belongs in New York.

—Daredevil team up (spiderman 4?👀)

Yeah, I’d watch that.

—DEADPOOL DEADPOOL DEADPOOL DEADPOOL DEADPOOL

I’m just not a fan! Especially if it would drive the content-meter up to R-ratings and whatnot.

—An entire movie dedicated to the Venom storyline

Mmm. See, I think this wouldn’t hit the same. The MCU has deleted all the people from Peter’s life who would even care if this happened to him, so it’s not going to have as much impact. They’d have to fix that before I’d care.

What I'd like to see? Really?

There are all sorts of stories that would be interesting, but I don't want a brand new "reset" Spider-man. I want to see him dealing with what happened in NWH, but finding ways to make it better, build a new team, get the support he needs and deserves while they fight against some bigger issue. Kingpin would be just fine.

I'd love to see Peter joining up with Kate, Yelena, Cassie, and Kamala. I'd love to see Bucky and Sam, or Clint (and Clint's kids!!!) becoming part of his life and helping continue to mentor him. Captain Marvel, Rhodey, ANYONE. Help this hero out while he finds his footing again after so much loss and trauma.

Happy and Pepper. Morgan. Anyone, seriously. And I'd love to see Peter get some counseling that is actually helpful.

You know, all the basic stuff that a 40-year-old mom wants to see happen to the souped up teenager who's lost everyone.

#peter parker #no way home #even little bits of this would be nice Marvel #the opinion no one asked for #spider-man

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I really appreciate your blog because I've been getting so much insight from it as a TME trans man who is mostly around other TME people (kinda just by happenstance, although I'm always open to trans female/transfem friends).

Anyway. You reblogged a post talking about why some trans women can seem a little prickly towards TME people, which reminded me of when I met a group of trans women IRL once at an event for trans people (most of them happened to be trans women, but all trans people were invited), and one of the women I approached and talked to most that night did seem a bit uneasy/cautious/maybe even a bit standoffish around me at first. I sort of understood at the time that "oh yeah it's probably bc I'm TME" and I've never let it get to me, ofc. I just didn't quite understand how deep that feeling towards me likely went. How much pain was attached to it.

She warmed up a good bit to me eventually, though, and we even hugged before I left. And I just thought when reading that post and a couple others you reblogged, "That woman I met that night, in her 30s, going out with her other trans female/transfem friends to have fun...she had been through a lot. She's going through a lot as I type this. She will go through much more...of course she was nervous around me. So many trans men just Don't Get It, and some don't WANT to get it...and she's suffering because of it. She and all of her friends...why would anyone want that? Especially another trans person?"

And it made me sad. It made me upset that trans women have to be on guard so much because they never know, even in space they belong in, just which TME person is going to decide they don't belong. And, just as importantly, who is going to side with that TME person to make sure she and women like her are kicked out for good...

I don't mean for this to be an "oh I'm such a good person, I would NEVER do that" type spiel. Because I'm not a good person JUST because I care about and accept trans women. It's something everyone should do by default.

I just wanted to relay this story and attach my face to it because 1). Going on anon would make this feel so much less genuine to me. Like I'm more concerned about receiving backlash from transphobes than I am about showing people I care. And I'm not.

2). I know a lot of trans women are frustrated with and scared about the lack of support from trans men. And when I remembered that story and that woman I met that night, I thought maybe if I told it and explained how I felt, that maybe I could give some kind of hope and reassurance that there are trans men who do care and do want to support their trans woman/transfem sisters/siblings.

And 3). I wanted to assure trans women making posts about their experiences with transmisogyny that their posts are reaching more than just people who also experience transmisogyny, as well as unfortunately bigots who don't believe them/don't care/perpetuate transmisogyny on purpose. I'm listening. My friends are listening. I promise we care.

I honestly don't know if this will help anyone or if this is tone deaf at all. And I'm telling you in particular because your blog is where I saw the posts, and your blog has taught me so much, and I really appreciate it. I hope it was okay to send this to you.

But yeah. Thank you for reading all this and I'm so sorry if this sounds like some random needy guy trying to win favors or praise. And no one has to believe me or say anything positive about me or what I said. I promise I don't feel like I need to be rewarded for being an ally to trans women or anything. Again, I was just wanting to tell this story to maybe prove that there are TME people who are listening. I know how stubborn and downright awful some of us can be when we're told we're being transmisogynistic. I'd imagine it's beyond frustrating.

On that note; I'm happy to see you on my dash again! Just please take care of yourself when you need to. It's okay to take breaks, or even a hiatus. Your mental health is so much more important than managing a blog. The work you do is good and important, but you deserve to have time to recover from the negativity you receive. Even if you one day have to abandon this blog for your health, you made a positive impact while you were here! I support and care about you! Thank you for being here and being you💜

I don’t think it’s tone deaf. Personally, I like hearing that my efforts haven’t been for nothing, so thanks for sharing.

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Year of the Bat - Number 18

Welcome to Year of the Bat! In honor of Kevin Conroy, Arleen Sorkin, and Richard Moll, I’m counting down my Top 31 Favorite Episodes of “Batman: The Animated Series” throughout this January. TODAY’S EPISODE QUOTE: “Some thought I had gone mad. Others thought I always had been, until they put me where I belonged.” Number 18 is…Dreams in Darkness.

This is the first episode on the list to feature one of Batman’s most revered enemies, the Scarecrow, as the main antagonist. The character had a lot of really fun appearances the show, but in my opinion, this was probably his grandest story of the whole bunch, in terms of sheer scope and scale. The story begins with Batman investigating a break-in at a spa resort, where he finds a high-tech crook tampering with the drinking water supply. In the scuffle, a device the crook was carrying bursts open, and a mysterious gas floods the room. Batman escapes, but as time goes on, he begins to experience horrifying hallucinations, as his greatest fears and paranoias all start to come to life right before his eyes. It doesn’t take long for Batman to realize Scarecrow is behind all this, and he soon realizes time is of the essence, as Scarecrow plans to poison the water supply for the entire city with a special new brand of his patented Fear Toxin. In some ways, this episode is similar to the Scarecrow’s first appearance, “Nothing to Fear.” In that one, he sprays Batman with the Fear Toxin early in the story, and for much of the rest of the episode, the Dark Knight must confront and deal with his greatest fears coming to life. “Dreams in Darkness,” however, goes way further with the idea of Batman battling his worst fears, taking the same basic idea and upping the stakes in a big way. Not only do the visions grow more intense the longer Batman goes untreated – the antidote for this specific blend of the Toxin will render him unconscious for two whole days, and he can’t waste any time – but after one particularly shocking vision causes Bruce to crash the Batmobile, he’s actually locked up in Arkham Asylum. He must now find a way to escape the Asylum and stop Scarecrow’s mad scheme, all while still under the effects of Crane’s newest formula. I love the way this episode builds, and the way it’s structured. The story actually begins with Batman already locked up in the Asylum, and for much of the story, he acts as a Narrator, telling us all about what’s really going on and why. It kind of feels like something out of an old-fashioned radio drama, or – fittingly enough – the way a comic is written, with thought balloons and text boxes indicating the character’s thoughts and motives. I also love the emphasis on the “ticking clock” element in the story, as Batman has to do so much with so little time on his hands. It helps to keep things in suspense, especially as the nightmares Scarecrow’s new toxin creates become more and more wild, imaginative, and downright freaky as the story goes on. The idea of Scarecrow poisoning the whole city, rather than just a select group of people, per the norm, was also a gripping concept; I kind of wonder if “Batman Begins” took a few hints from this story in particular, since the Scarecrow in that film and this episode do bear some similarities, in terms of how they affect Batman and their evil schemes. My only major gripe with this episode is Batman remaining unmasked while in the Asylum. I understand why they did it, of course; for one thing, it’s just a visually captivating concept. For another, it would have been…awkward if Bruce’s identity was revealed to so many people at once, especially in such an unceremonious fashion, and in a place where most of his worst enemies are all incarcerated. They do try to explain away the reason the doctors let him wear the cowl, but…ehhhh, I don’t personally buy it. I guess they had to figure out SOMETHING, though…and hey, if the doctors at Arkham were…you know…WAY better at what they do, Bruce would probably have a MUCH easier night life. :P Despite this nitpick, “Dreams in Darkness” is still a great (and magnificently animated) episode of the series, and easily one of Scarecrow’s personal best as a villain. I highly recommend it.

Tomorrow we move on to Number 17! Hint: “Man or woman, a sick mind is capable of anything.”

#list #countdown #best #favorites #new year's special #year of the bat #top 31 btas episodes #btas #batman: the animated series #dcau #dc #batman #animation #tv #number 18 #dreams in darkness #bruce wayne #jonathan crane #scarecrow

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nefertiti-fooling-fellow · 9 months

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A Study of Good Omens and Taylor Swift Lyrics

AKA: These are the songs/lyrics from Taylor Swift songs that I connect to Good Omens (in honors of 1989 (Taylor’s Version))!!

1. YOU ARE IN LOVE (1989)

Hands down my favorite Taylor Swift song EVER.

Here are some lyrics that I think fits the Ineffable Spouses:

One look, dark room

Meant just for you

I mean…Aziphale and Crowley having to communicate through glances and touch because they can never really say they truly mean through the ages?

Time moved too fast

You play it back

Crowley literally STOPPING TIME because Aziraphale threatens to stop speaking to him!!! Simp behavior!!

You're my best friend

THEY. ARE. BEST. FRIENDS.

And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words

To me, it makes sense that they wouldn’t really have a good grasp of individual love quite yet at the beginning. Angels like Aziraphale are obligated to love ALL of God’s creation, but that’s a very distant kind of love. Crowley, a demon, whose very job description details that pure love is something he cannot feel.

But as they spend more time around humans, they finally realize the quiet companionship they feel around each other is LOVE. They find love in each other, in the simple pleasures of the human world around them.

(Am I reading into this too much?? Who knows! I’m having fun, I hope you’re having fun, let’s continue)

2. Dancing With Our Hands Tied (Reputation)

I loved you in secret

Self-explanatory.

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

I think this line relates to both of them, especially recalling the Job minisode in S2E2. They were both lonely, both struggling with their faith in their respective sides but found common ground and a sense of belonging with each other!!!

I loved you in spite of

Deep fears that the world would divide us

I think this is self-explanatory again but it just needed to be said, such a good lyric.

Yeah, we were dancing

And I had a bad feeling

But we were dancing

This lyric reminds me of their Arrangement. I see a lot of people on here describing the rituals that Aziraphale and Crowley form over the years as an intricate “dance” around one another and I wholeheartedly agree.

Even though they don’t really think of each other as “hereditary enemies” (case in point: “foul fiend! After you,” from Season 1, Aziraphale stopping mid-smiting in S2E2 when he recognizes Crowley, “I trust you,” in S2E4, the Arrangement, etc…) they still dance the same lines of arguing that they are on different sides and therefore inherently different because their hands were tied (metaphorically) by their respective loyalty to Heaven or Hell.

3. Wildest Dreams (1989)

This song feels to me like it’s from Aziraphale’s point of view, if we were to relate it to the Husbands.

Exhibit A:

I thought Heaven can't help me now

Nothing lasts forever

Yeah…sounds familiar?

He's so tall and handsome as hell

I just think that this is how Aziraphale would pine over Crowley in his mind, it’s very…Austen, he would write this in his diary with a glitter pen.

I said, "No one has to know what we do"

Did someone say the Arrangement? Unlikely alliance??? Perchance.

4. Peace (folklore)

If Wildest Dreams is Aziraphale’s pining moment, then Peace is Crowley’s.

All these people think love's for show

But I would die for you in secret

Angels in heaven has no concept of love, they believe Crowley wholeheartedly when he says “you have to wait a few days and see,” and even Crowley himself thinks that love is equivalent to sheltering under the rain and sharing one sweet, perfect kiss.

But that’s not why we, the watchers, recognize that Crowley loves Aziraphale, we see that when he walks through consecrated ground and saves Aziraphale’s book!! Crowley cares!! He would do anything to make sure Aziraphale’s safe!! And that’s love!!

The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me

THEY. ARE. FRIENDS.

5. Right Where You Left Me (evermore)

Season 2, Episode 6. Yeah.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #taylor swift #lyrics #this is my longest post ever #this took me like an hour to make #I swear I have hobbies #I’m sure there’s more that I missed #tell me in the replies/tag #some more that I can’t be bothered to analyze rn #this is me trying is Aziraphale #he’s also mirrorball #Crowley is hoax and the archer #they’re also timeless (from the vault)

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45.Lean on me when you're not strong and I'll be your friend

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: Lean on Me - Bill Withers

Sitting in the middle of the engineering team, listening to the future project of car development for Ferrari, she felt at ease. Like she belonged there. Everyone had welcomed her with open arms and were quick to make her feel at home. She was still in her wheelchair and it made the visit a little bit longer than what the team lead had planned but if she was honest she was already knowing the building very well, to have come there a lot of times when she was younger.

She was trying her best to take some notes but was way too slow and that was frustrating her a lot. Martin was sitting next to her and could feel her tensing and sighing.

“Don’t worry, I’m taking notes, you can use them if you want.” he whispered to her.

“Can you make sure you take notes of all the data, especially about aerodynamics?”

He winked at her, showing her the amount of numbers already scribbled down on his notebooks.

“Like I said I cover for you.”

She smiled at him and listen to the rest of the meeting, a little bit more relaxed. When it was finally over she was one of the last to exit the room. Not because she wanted to stay to talk or to work a bit more but because she didn’t want anyone to see her struggling. Unfortunately for her, her dad knew her very well and knew exactly what she was about to do.

“Do you want me to take something for you? Or to help you with anything, Ju’?”

“No. I’m doing okay. I’m perfectly capable to manage.”

“I’m not saying you’re not.”

“I don’t want for people to think I’m a little fragile thing.”

“You have a broken leg and wrists, sweetheart. No one will think you are too fragile because I’m helping you. Set your pride aside.”

“I don’t want the team to feel sorry for me…”

“They don’t. They are very happy to finally have you onboard.”

She half-smiled before finally agreeing to let her dad pick up her bag and put her computer in it, before driving her to the exit. He escorted her out of the meeting room and to her own office. The room was completely bare beside the desk, the chair and a bookshelf against the wall. Her dad put her bag on the piece of furniture before turning to her.

“I let you settle down. I have another meeting with sponsors that starts in ten minutes… The nice thing about this office it that it’s next to the break room.” he added with a wink.

“Oh sponsors, nice. Have fun.” she said sarcastically.

“I will die out there. And it won’t be from laughing.”

He kissed the top of her head before leaving her. It was a bare environment that definitely needed some personalisation. But before that, she needed a coffee. She dragged herself to the kitchen, hoping no one would be there and she sighed of relief when she saw it was empty before immediately mumbling a ‘fuck’ when she noticed the mugs were placed way too high for her. It didn’t stop her from trying but failing miserable before she saw a hand taking the last remaining cup in front of her face. She was about to tell the person that had the audacity to steal her mug to kindly go fuck themselves when she saw it was Martin.

“We don’t have oat milk here but we have a Starbucks not far away, I can go there if you want something. I remember you saying you were lactose intolerant a while ago.”

“About that… I might have lied to you about it…” she said in a grimace.

“Oh…”

“Yeah. I wanted you to leave me alone back then. Sorry.”

“Don’t be, I understand. I was way to invasive and persistent with you at the time.”

“You really were.”

“Sorry, again. So a coffee to celebrate our new beginning?”

She nodded as he made her one while she was sitting at the table where he soon joined her with a very hot cappuccino that smelled amazing.

“So how do you find your new environment?” he asked, sitting in front of her.

“Nice. Nicer than what I had with Skoda. I don’t think you can get worse than a broom closet. And you, how does it feel to know that the car that will be developed is going to fit you at one hundred percent?”

“Stressful, not going to lie. It’s a lot of responsibilities. I’m just sad Elijah is leaving, you know. I had so much left to learn from him. I’m happy for him about his move to endurance, it’s bold but I would lie if I said that I didn’t want for him to stay for another year or two. Carrying the whole team, knowing they are expecting me to win or to have podiums and to drive everyone in the right directions. It’s a lot.”

“My dad wouldn’t trust you about it if he didn’t think you had what it takes.” she said, trying to reassure him.

“You’re dad is sometimes too nice. He always see what is best in people, trust too easily…”

“But he knows his job. And I’m sure you’ll have the right teammate to help you.”

“Do you know who it could be?” he asked.

“No idea. I don’t know who is available for next year.”

They kept on chatting a little bit more until it was time for Martin to run to a PR meeting as Julia had to meet with the lead engineer that would explain to her what she would be doing for the next few days. It was mostly readings and registering all the process. She was glad for it, she didn’t want to run around right now. She still had two weeks in a cast for her leg but her wrist’s would be removed very soon. Her dad had already asked for one of Ferrari’s physiotherapist to help her regaining a bit of mobility.

She was so caught up in her reading that she didn’t see that it was already lunch time. She felt like her day was already full but she didn’t want to sound like she was complaining. She slowly rolled towards the door right as her dad was passing by.

“Do you want us to have lunch together, dad?”

“I would have loved to but I have to meet Carlos, in about forty-five minutes…”

“Why? What is happening? He wanted us P3 before the summer break and we did it, what does he want now?” she was worried.

“I don’t know and I’m not sure I want to find it. But I have to. So I’m going to eat something quickly.”

“Oh… Okay. The I’m going to order something and eat here.”

“Don’t be stupid. Go mingle with the team, get to know them. You will be spending a lot of time with them… it’s better to start getting used to their presence.”

“I don’t want for them to feel like they have to allow me to tag along with them.”

“Julia… go. That’s your boss that is talking to you, not your dad.”

“I wondered how long it would take you to use that on me.” she shook her head, slightly annoyed.

“And I could get used to it!”

He smiled at her as she reluctantly made her way to the building restaurant. She took her plate of pasta bolognese and tried to find a place somewhere. She felt like she was back in high school and she hated it. She was about to turn around and leave when she saw Martin waving at her. She shyly approached him and saw he was with his team. He quickly introduced her to everyone as she took place next to him.

“We are happy to finally get to work with you, Julia. When your dad told us you would be joining we had a few doubts but he quickly reassured us when he told us that you would fit right in. We can’t wait to hear all about your ideas and Martin trusts you so… welcome!” said one of his mechanics.

She was surprised by how easily she could talk to them. They were all really nice and didn’t try to belittle her, always valued her point of view and were genuinely interested when she started to mention new discoveries in the engineering world. It was a nice change from Skoda. It was also the occasion for her to see how Martin was appreciated inside his team. He was not the last one to make a joke or was always asking questions about someone else’s wife, husband or children. She was surprised to see him remembering names of people he had maybe met once or twice. He cared about his team and it reminded her a lot of her dad. She could see why he had grown attached to Martin. They had a lot things in common. When she was done with her lunch, she excused herself and moved as Martin was quickly doing the same.

“Let me.”

“I’ve never taken you for a knight in shining armour. Be careful, I’m going to get used to it.”

“Oh don’t worry, as soon as you get rid of those casts, I won’t be in your way anymore.”

“Why?” she asked, surprised by his serious tone.

“I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”

“You said we were friends…”

“We are. It’s just… you were in a relationship two weeks ago that you’re still grieving, you’re injured, I don’t want people to think that you and I…”

She rolled her eyes in annoyance as Martin put the plates on the trail and guide her to the exit.

“I’m tired of always thinking about what people might think. I’m working on myself to not care about that anymore but it won’t help me if my friends care about it on my behalf.” she sighed in frustration, moving past him to go back to her office.

She moved to her chair as Martin followed her.

“And as for my relationship… yeah it still hurts, but I made a choice and I have to own up to it. It’s not easy. I miss him. I really do.”

“I’m sure he does too…” Martin said, kneeling in front of her. “He would be crazy to not miss you.”

“I’m not sure… he has been seen around girls and I know I have no right to get jealous or to feel hurt because I was the one who decided to break up but still… it hurts. And I know I’m the stupid one for searching his name in the research bar and to willingly watch the videos when I know it’s going to hurt me but… why do I do that to myself?”

“Because you love him. It takes time to mourn a relationship, Juls. It won’t happen overnight but you have to learn to protect yourself. It’s not healthy for you to keep following everything he does. You have to let go.”

“I’m not sure I’m brave enough.” she whispered her vision blurry from the tears.

“Allow me?” he asked, handing the palm of his hands in front of her.

“To what?”

“Your phone. Trust me on this.”

Reluctantly she unlocked her phone and gave it to him. He handed her back a few seconds later.

“I blocked his tags on your apps so you don’t come across pictures and I blocked him as well. Now, you won’t be tempted to search for him, anymore.”

“It’s something that I should’ve done when we broke up…”

“Now, you can start to heal, Julia.”

She smiled to thank him.

“You’re badass, Juls. You’re going to overcome it. It will take time but you have your dad, your friends, me. We will help you.”

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“I mean… sure?”

“You don’t talk about your past relationships…” she hesitantly started.

Martin gulped and looked away, slowly getting up and going to the window, his hands deep in his pockets.

“ She… Her name was Cecile. She was our neighbor’s only daughter and we were the only kids in the neighborhood so naturally we grew close to each other. I was spending all of my free time when I was not on the tracks at her place. She was my best friend. We went to school together and were basically attached to the hip. Wherever I would go she was there, and wherever she was I was around. Cecile and her family were the only ones that would come to the competition, the only ones that would cheer on me. So it was not a surprise for anyone when we started dating. We were fourteen. I still remember our first real date. It was stupid and completely cheesy but it was during Christmas time and I brought her to a Christmas Market in Warsaw. We went ice skating and I remember thinking: ‘I want to marry this girl one day.” It sounds crazy, I was fourteen and she was my first love but I swear, deep down I knew. She was the light of the party, so carefree, so full of life. She could always see the good in people, no matter where they were coming from.”

“She sounds like an angel.”

“When my career started to get serious and when I moved to higher categories and even when she couldn’t follow me anymore, she always made sure to send me a good luck text or a quick call. And I was racing for her, all the podiums and the wins they were for her. I wasn’t alone in the car, she was there. When I turned eighteen and was recruited in the Skoda Academy for young drivers, we were planning to move in together. She was just accepted into a fashion design school in Warsaw and I was so proud of her. I went into a jewelry store that day right after she told me the news and I bought an engagement ring. I was so serious about her. In my head, I was getting into F1, I was proposing to her and we would get married quickly after. She would come to the races and she would support me. We would be happy. We were going to be happy. I went to her dad and did that right, asking for his permission. I knew how close she was to him and I would never do anything without his permission. I remember his words: ‘You are like my son. I wouldn’t trust her with anyone else and I can’t wait for you to be part of the family, officially.’. I was going to do that on the day of our first date six years ago. I lit the candles, put on a playlist with her favorite songs, and cooked her favorite meal. I had sent her out with some friends, telling them to keep her occupied. They knew I was going to propose. One of them was supposed to text me when they would be near our place."

Julia noticed his hand going to his neck to play with a necklace, shaking a bit. He sighed before talking again.

"But instead of a text, I received a call and not from that one friend. It was Cecile’s dad. They were at the hospital. Cecile and her friends had gone into a car accident. A drunk asshole had crashed into their car after skipping a red light. Straight into Cecile’s side. She died on the spot. She didn’t even have the time to understand what was happening. I guess it's probably better this way, at least she didn’t suffer. I felt my world collapsing, if I’m being honest I don’t remember the following hours. I remember rushing to the hospital, her mom and dad were devastated, of course. It was a nightmare, I had just lost the love of my life right when I was about to ask her to be mine forever. I spent the year after not being able to step into a car without thinking about her and without feeling guilty. Guilty because driving a car for a living was what had ultimately killed her. I hated myself and I was about to give up on everything when her dad came to me and told me that she would have hated to see me giving up on my passion. He gave a photo album where Cecile was keeping up every single press article, pictures or whatever was related to me and my racing career. Her biggest dream was to see me become a World Champion, it was scribbled down. And from that day I swore to myself I would do it. For her. I would and I will never stop fighting for that title. I owe it to her.”

Julia didn’t know what to say. She could feel his pain from the other side of the room. It was heavy and it was everywhere, she could feel it in her bones. She saw him slightly turning towards her. He passed his hand under his shirt to take out the necklace he was often wearing.

“It’s the ring that I bought. I can’t find it in me to let go of it.”

“Martin… I’m so sorry… I had no idea.”

“It’s not something I talk about. But I wanted to tell you… You remind me of her. In so many ways and I think it’s also for that I was so drawn to you and so jealous of Ethan. I lost her once and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing someone who reminded me of her. It would have been like losing her twice. And I’m sorry because it’s not fair to you. And it’s so damn weird, but I couldn’t help it.” he gulped.

He shook his head as if it could make the memory of Cecile go away.

“I would have loved to get to know her.” she whispered, getting closer and putting a hand on his back.

“She would have loved you. I know she would have. It feels weird to talk about her. Weird but good.” he smiled a little.

“If… if you want to talk about her, I would love to hear more stories about her.”

“I think I would like to talk about her with you. She is someone who deserves to be talked about.” Julia nodded and put an arm around his shoulders and nuzzled her face in his neck as he slowly put his arms around her waist. They stayed like that until someone knocked on her door, startling them. When Julia told the person to enter she was expecting her dad, not the lead of the engineering team to come.

“Julia, I wanted to ask you if you had a few minutes to give me. I would need to show you the manufacturing plans of the car and walk you through the package we are bringing to Hockenheim. But if you are busy…”

“She is not. We were done. She is all yours. Juls… see you around.”

“Yeah, see you around.” she repeated as he was leaving the room.

She spent most of the afternoon talking to Mario, the engineer team leader about the specificities of Hockenheim. She couldn’t work on the Ferrari for this year, officially, but it never meant she couldn’t give any input to the team or give her opinion on the setups. It was a loophole she was gladly abusing and as long as no one was saying anything, it was no harm. At least she thought so.

A part of her was dreading coming back to Monaco the next day. She didn’t want to risk seeing Ethan. She didn’t want to see him flaunt his newly single life in front of her. She didn’t want to cross streets that reminded her of him. And a lot of places reminded her of him. Way too many. From the schools, to the parks to supermarkets to the marina and the beaches. He was everywhere and it was making her anxious. If she could sleep in her office she would but she also knew that her dad would never let her. But it was not as if she had anywhere else to go. She considered for a moment asking Romy if she could spend a few days in Switzerland with her, before remembering that Kyle would be there and Julia didn’t really want to see him. She didn’t need another reminder of Ethan.

Her leg was starting to hurt from being in the same position for too long and she started to go to the little patio, in the back of the factory to breathe some fresh air. It was warm outside and she sat on one of the benches, taking her phone out of her pocket. Indeed, Martin had really blocked anything that was related to Ethan. She could unblock everything, it was so easy. But she couldn’t go down that path again. He was right, that wasn’t healthy. She needed to let go, once and for all. His number was the only thing that was still linking her to him. So, with deep breath, she blocked his number, not without letting out a sob. She went through her gallery. They had so many pictures together, beautiful and silly ones that she couldn’t get herself to delete. She knew she would regret it. She would keep them, she just needed to go home first and retrieve that freaking usb stick that Ethan had given to her months ago. She would transfer the pictures on it.

“Hey, you’re stealing my favorite spot in the whole factory.” said a voice behind her and she was not surprised to see Martin appear.

“Well, too bad it’s mine now.” she shrugged, making space so he could sit as well.

"How was the afternoon?”

“Busy. The PR team wanted to plan a few events for me to appear. Mostly charity galas and even a premiere for a movie in Venice. I really don’t want to go.”

“Premieres are fun. The after parties are even more amazing.”

“I always forget that your mom is an actress.”

“She is not anymore. Her charity is taking most of her time, she doesn’t act anymore. People are still wanting her but it doesn’t interest her. She says that she prefers to be in the backstages. It’s much more fulfilling for her, she feels useful.”

“What are you doing all alone?” he asked.

“I was thinking. I.. I blocked Ethan’s number. I can't delete the pictures. I don’t want to.”

“You don’t have to. Baby steps, Juls.”

“I’m dreading coming back to Monaco… I have an appointment with the doctors in a few days but if I could only go there for that it would be nice. I’m really considering sleeping in the office. I have spare clothes anyway.I’m not ready to go back. Being here was an escape from a reality I don’t want to go back to.” she sighed, eyes lost in the distance.

“Well… Maybe you don’t have to.”

“What do you mean?”

“Okay, I’m going to offer you something but I don’t want you to feel like you have to accept. I’ll perfectly understand and won’t hold it against you if you say no. Remember when I said that I was spending the summer break in a house near lake Como? It’s totally isolated, far from everything and I have a spare room. It’s yours for a few days, until your doctor appointment if you want to. I train most of the day and when I don’t I just relax outside. It’s peaceful, it helps me to calm my mind. What do you think?”

“I… I think it sounds like something I need. Time for myself, time to see things clearer…Thank you.”

“We’re friends. Helping each other out when one of us feels down is what we do.” he said, as matter of fact, standing up and handing his hand to her so she would take it which she gladly did.

Author's note: It's Martin's chapter and you all have no idea how excited I was for you to discover his backstory. I hope you liked it. What do you think will happen next? Let me know your theories, I love to read them.

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smash-64 · 5 months

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2023 Game of the Year Countdown #7 Sea of Stars Nintendo Switch, 2023

I was actually a backer of this game over two years ago! A few people recommended it to me recently, which was cool that some of my friends knew me well enough that they recommended something I was already intrigued by enough to back financially. Shoutouts to @boner-taunt and @hyper-knux for that!

The game is simply gorgeous. The best pixel art I’ve ever seen in a video game. Vibrant colors, perfect lighting that gave the impression of dark and light areas without ever making me feel like I couldn’t see where I was going. Wonderful glowing lights and colors also enhance so many of the attacks and spells, as well as dynamic backgrounds and environments that react to your presence and movement. It’s shocking how talented the devs were to make a game look so good while also making it feel like something that belonged on the Super Nintendo, even if the SNES could never hope to run something that looked so good. It’s like they’ve tricked us into seeing both the past and present simultaneously. And as someone who rarely geeks out about graphics, you know something special is going on for it to happen.

I was expecting quite a bit from the music, and I feel like I was satisfied, but not overly impressed. Perhaps I was expecting too much once I saw Yasunori Mitsuda was involved: the talented composer who did the masterpiece Chrono Cross soundtrack and was in charge of the Xenoblade games as well. The level up music stood out, as well as one of the battle tunes, but I was hoping for a variety of location tracks to catch my ear as well, and it didn’t really happen. I do find the soundtrack to be really good to play in the background while I work, and the soundtrack is extremely long so that fits it really well.

Despite having combat that is turn based, I was sad to see that you have to take an active role in both attack and defense, much like you do in Super Mario RPG. While some enjoy that aspect, I do not. It was actually one of the main turn-offs for me when I tried Super Mario RPG, so I found it to be a hindrance in Sea of Stars. Likewise, combat does major damage to your characters, and you must constantly cook food to help replenish your health both in and out of battle, since it’s likely that you won’t be able to constantly return to a campsite to rest/recover that way, and healing spells can be costly or don’t heal a significant amount early on. Luckily, I found an item that automatically recovered health after each battle, which was a nice aspect to include for a more casual experience. To be completely honest, I’m not sure if I would have completed the game had I not had the ability to recover after each battle because it was a chore to constantly cook food to keep on hand for healing.

The story is ok, but it took absolutely forever for me to feel interested in it. Coming from a Trails fan, a series well known to be the slowest of slow burns, that’s a bit of an issue. The game also left me with a lot of questions, as many aspects of the story felt random. I found it hard to follow at times, especially with regard to what to do next. Perhaps this was part of the retro style design, as many older games lacked any sort of real guidance on where to go or what to do, and definitely no journal/diary system to remind you.

I was not blown away by any of the characters, either, although I do appreciate Garl as a generally positive and caring support character. The “warrior cook” class he creates for himself is also a nice touch.

Overall, the game is fun and I’m glad to have backed it. It’s rare for me to enjoy my time with an old school 2D, top-down type of JRPG, so to have it show up on my Top 10 for the year at all is fairly surprising.

#game of the year #goty #countdown #sea of stars #nintendo #switch

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 year

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Eddie Munson Blurb

Fluff prompt of “I’ll support your decision 100%....as long as it isn’t the dumb one”

Day in and day out you were constantly on Eddie’s side with most of his decisions no matter how crazy it seemed, Even when trying your best to keep him busy and get his attention on to something else that wouldn’t easily get him in trouble one way or the other.

Eddie likes to think that he never makes the dumb decisions, but sometimes that's easier said than done especially when he would jokeingly agree that Hellfire was a devil worshipping reject group or when he would be running after poking fun at the basketball team. Sometimes, he can be reckless and make decisions without really thinking them through. he has a tendency to jump into things head first without really considering the consequences.

He also has a tendency to be very stubborn and set in his ways, which can make it difficult for him to hear constructive criticism or suggestions. He has a tendency to be very secretive and guarded, even with the people who are closest to me. He has a hard time trusting others and opening up, but he’s trying to get better about that more so around you and when your both alone so he’d doesn’t have to worry about how others view him in that moment.

there are plenty of times where he’s done something and then immediately regretted it - like when he accidentally broke an antique vase at an old antique shop or sometimes will say things without thinking them through first, which has gotten him into some trouble a time or two or five. And of course, there's the whole "running around with a pack of teenagers while hiding a monster from the government" thing...

He’s most impulsive decision was when he lashed out at you when his temper wasn’t the greatest because of how bad his whole day had gone wrong and he probably shouldn't have done it. He was just feeling really upset and frustrated by the way the everything was going and he let his emotions get the best of him. But looking back, he didn't think yelling at the you was really going to do any good which it didn’t except make him feel even worse about it.

Both of you were just hanging around in the room where Hellfire meets as you both waited for everyone to show but you stayed for some quiet time since you had wanted to help him relax, He slowly made his way to you and sat down next to you keeping some space in case you weren’t happy with him still then he quietly spoke out loud to you “That was definitely a mistake on my part. I got so caught up in the moment and I just wanted to get everyone riled up. But I should've shown more restraint. I'm still learning how to control my emotions and I'm trying to work on being more aware of the consequences of my actions”. He said trying to ease the situation between you both.

Eddie sighed before speaking again as a way to let his walls come down for you “Honestly, it hurts. Because I know that I'm not a freak, I'm just different. I’m just trying to be myself and it hurts to have people judge me for that i think that people are so used to seeing the world in a certain way that it can be hard for them to accept someone like me. So when people call me a freak it feels like they're saying that I don't belong and that I'm not worth their time”. Feeling his words tug harshly on your heart strings knowing he never truly meant to hurt you or your feelings since he always did his best to even make sure you felt heard no matter what was going on.

Letting out a sigh as you thought over everything he had said before looking into his dark brown eyes and spoke softly “I’ll support your decision 100%....as long as it isn’t the dumb one” You said with a giggle which only made him laugh as well, Gripping his jacket tightly in your hands as he gently held your face in his hands just to lightly kiss you on the lips which showed you were really okay now then you both pulled each other closer as Eddie started to kiss you longer.

You barely pulled away from the kiss as you both panted from lack of air then you both looked each other in the eye feeling a new kind of tension rise in the air, Eddie gave you a playful grin before pulling you onto his lap as he placed feather-light kisses on your neck before sliding his hands up your shirt knowing if it was too much you’d pull away from his touch which he noticed you only leaned more into.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie stranger things

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hello, i was curious if there happened to be any example plays of your Next Dream ttrpg even if only from your own experience? reading the rules and ideas in it was really fascinating and fun in of itself

i've run it with three different groups over the course of its development, though never ended up compiling those experiences into play examples. also thank you for asking about next dream, my GMless touhou ttrpg in the belonging outside belonging system!

i do have an excerpt from the channel where we logged all the moves we made to accompany the voice chat, which might help shine a light on the mechanical flow of things between the roleplaying we were doing. more below the cut:

THE CAST:

STRAW DOGS, THE IMMORTAL, played by me LUNETTODAE FUTILLODAE, THE BODYGUARD, played by autumn MAGIC LAND RAINBOW, THE SAGE, played by miranda NEMESIS ENAREI, THE SHRINE MAIDEN, played by bea NEPHELINE EURYALE, THE MAGICIAN, played by bizzuh

(art by bea @tsunderebird)

SUPPORTING CHARACTERS:

Minerva, the mistress of the sealed manor, Lunettodae's boss Cataract, a silent crocodile-headed mummy, Straw Dogs' puppet Flashbulb! Flights of Fancy, the wizard tourney's tengu announcer

THE OCCASION:

a wizard tournament held by Minerva (actual merlin's actual owl). to the victor goes a hat (actual merlin's actual wizard hat). in this bracket, ordinary jackal-headed taoist Straw Dogs faces off against dragonfly greatbow-wielder Lunettodae Futillodae. Straw Dogs had invited Magic Land Rainbow to watch her bout (they had a thing going, they're in love). however, Nemesis Enarei wanted to show Magic Land her weird hole, so this distracted her. during the bout, miranda and bizzuh passed around Flashbulb! to represent moves made by The Spell Cards and The Youkai.

i forget if Lunettodae announced spell cards during this bout or if she was just straight up aiming for killing blows on Straw Dogs every time. i think it was the latter.

when Straw Dogs spent a token to demonstrate her masteries, she used Cataract to intercept a killing blow. this killed Cataract. just because you're spending a token to do something very cool and get a moment playing to your strengths doesn't mean you should escape all consequences, especially if you've been put into that position by another character spending a token!

the reason it was particularly inopportune was because it was that moment, when Lunettodae's blades had lodged fatally in Straw Dogs' chest, that Magic Land arrived late at the bout. their eyes met. too late. instead of reporting her victory to her secluded mistress via her magic scouter, Lunettodae ripped it off, then flew off to brood on a cliffside. that wasn't even getting into the wild shit that happened back at Ena's hole. it was a juicy session!

hope this is illuminating! it might be fun and edifying to write up something like you find in the BOB book.

#touhou #next dream #freshlybakedspiderbread

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Echoes of transcendence

Chapter 3

Summary: Dew and Rain get closer, it doesn’t end well…

cw: internalised transphobia

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As Rain saunters into the kitchen, Dew's gaze involuntarily drifts to the low-rising sweatpants hugging Rain's hips, accentuating his toned physique, especially emphasizing the tantalizing V-shape that leads downward. His eyes get stuck at the little happy trail leading down Rains sweats. Fuck, of course he’s also wearing a fucking crop top.

“Good morning Dewdrop, Mountain.” He says still sounding a bit sleepy and pads over to the coffee machine, his bare feet making soft thuds against the floor.

Dew is just staring now, mouth slightly agape.

Mountain closes his paper and slaps it on the table maybe a bit too loud, but it does it’s job of breaking Dewdrop out of his staring.

“Good morning to you too Rain. Did you sleep okay?”

How Mountain can just have a normal conversation with Rain looking like this is beyond Dew. If he didn’t know that Rain is 100% ghoul, he would think he is seeing a siren or something.

“I didn’t really sleep much, everything is so new and foreign. I heard the coffee machine though, so I decided to just give up on sleeping.” He says while fiddling helplessly with the thousands of buttons on the machine.

Mountain stands up and helps him turn it on.

“I’m sorry to hear that, if you want, you can sleep with us tonight. We make the best cuddle piles.”

“I don’t want to impose though.”

“Don’t worry about that, we want you there, believe me.” Mountain looks over to where Dew is sitting, “Right? Dew?”

“Mount is right, you belong with the pack now.”

Dewdrop says, while still starting intently into his mug. He can’t risk looking up and making a fool out of himself because of Rain and his stupid little smile, tousled hair and naked tummy, again.

He knows he wasn’t really convincing, but Rain reluctantly agrees anyway.

Dew sneaks a quick peek as Rain sits down beside Mountain. The water ghoul begins to shovel ungodly amounts of sugar into his cup of coffee and tops it off with even more milk. Dew can’t hold back the little sound and disgusted face he makes when he sees how Rain takes his coffee.

Of course Rain notices and recoils a bit with embarrassment, mug clutched to his chest. Mountain sends Dewdrop one of his ‘you better watch it’ glares. He undoubtedly still knows that when Dew was a water ghoul he liked his coffee also sickly sweet.

They decide to wait with breakfast for the rest of the pack, so they decide to show Rain their little balcony. It’s full with plants in colourful pots, there is even a little cactus growing in an old mug. The railing is decorated with fairy lights and there is a couch and beanbags out there too. It’s a dream on warm days. From there they give Rain an overview over the ministry grounds, the forest and of course the little lake.

“You see the lake over there? You can go whenever you want and have time.” Mountain explains.

“Yeah and you should, the water from the showers can dry out your scales and gills and believe me it’s incredibly itchy.” Dew adds.

Rain nods but gives him a puzzled look, that Dewdrop ignores.

One after the other, the rest appear in the kitchen.

Rain earns himself a whistle from Swiss and goes beet read, the girls beg to do his hair one day. The new water ghoul fits in with the pack beautifully, the conversations are easy and fun and it somehow feels like Rain has been here all along.

After breakfast they all tend to their chores, while Aether was allowed to take Rain into the nearby city to get some stuff for him. The old clothes Dew, Mist and Water left behind for the new ghoul were fine, but they feel like Rain needs something he chose himself. (Even though Dew secretly hopes he will continue wearing Mists croptops (or maybe not because he can’t focus on anything when Rain is looking all cute and sexy.).)

Aether and Mountain were the only ones trusted by the ministry to go into the city without supervision, because they don’t cause complete chaos wherever they go. Dew and Swiss are definitely the most feral and can’t be trusted to be alone with anything that could catch fire.

Dewdrop has been distracted by thoughts of Rain the whole day. Even though he doesn’t know him very well, he feels this pull towards Rain, like the moon and the ocean. Dew doesn’t know if Rain even feels the same but he wants to get to know him better, and be close to him, and cuddle him, and kiss him…- nope not going there. Dew chastises himself. He isn’t what Rain wants.

In the evening Dewdrops mood is sour from all the self loathing. He‘s in the middle of burning his toast, lost in thoughts, when Rain joins him in the kitchen. He wrinkles his nose at the burnt smell, certainly not only coming from the toaster. Rain plops the black bread out and discards it into the trash, getting new slices started.

This time Rain seems to be wearing his new clothes, straight cut jeans and a flowy blouse type thing. There is a little bluish green pride pin on his front pocket that Dew recognises as the mlm flag.

“How was your day with Aether?” Dewdrop asks, trying to not let his bad mood show too much. There is no need to scare off the new ghoul with his temper just yet.

“It was really good, I had my glamour under control the whole time.” he says proudly.

“We went to the mall and to a store called hot topic and there were even Ghost tshirts do you believe it? I even got myself this little gay pride pin. And then we went…” Rain talks excitedly and Dew feels his bad mood leave with every minute he spends with Rain.

They eat their not burned toast out on the balcony, Rain is still chatting about his day and Dew quips in with little questions or stories of himself. When they are done, they watch the sunset in silence just enjoying each others company and the great view over the grounds.

“Dew?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you maybe like to go to the lake? I know it’s getting dark and it’s a bit cold, but I really wanna see it up close and swim a bit.”

First Dew is happy and wants to agree right away, but then he remembers…if Rain wants to swim, it would be weird to not also join, but for that he would have to take his shirt off and that would mean that his scars would be fully in view. He is not ready for that yet. He’s torn, because Rain seems so exited to go and he doesn’t want to deny him.

“Okay, let’s do it. But I won’t swim, it’s too fucking cold.” It’s a blatant lie, because he hasn’t been cold since becoming a fire ghoul, but Rain doesn’t need to know that.

“Yess!” Rain jumps up, tail wagging happily.

“I’ll meet you down by the gate in 10 minutes.”

They part ways, Rain running to his room to get changed into his swimwear while Dew collects the Picknick blanket and towels.

It’s a short walk to the lake, past Mountains greenhouse where light is still shining inside. Dew smirks because he just knows that Mountain and Swiss are in there smoking, thinking no one will notice (spoiler alert, while Mountain can act relatively sober, Swiss definitely can’t and everyone knows instantly that he is high as fuck).

Rain walks fast and determined, skipping his steps from time to time. Dew remembers when he used to run the way to the lake on some days, way too exited to get in. He smiles and lets himself be tugged along by the hand. As soon as the water is in sight, Rain rips his shirt over his head while running and without thinking twice dives in headfirst from the rack.

Dew follows close behind but stops at the edge. He puts down the blanket and sits on it, trying to make out Rain in the dark water. It’s not hard because in the water, Rains scales become visible and they glitter under the moonlight. It’s the most beautiful thing Dew has ever seen.

Because of the gills water ghouls have, Rain doesn’t need to come up to the surface, but he does it anyway to not exclude Dew. They laugh and Rain powers himself out in the lake.

Dewdrop desperately wants to join him, even though his gills are sealed he still enjoys being in the water and with Rain together it would be even better. But he reminds himself why he can’t do it. He doesn’t want to out himself to the water ghoul. Even though he has the feeling Rain won’t be transphobic, he is scared of his reaction. The water ghoul is clearly only interested in men (judging by his pride pin) and the nagging voice inside Dewdrop tells him that he isn’t even a real man. He can try and poke himself with needles, get his chest cut open, but he will never be the real deal. Dew doesn’t know where these negativ thought are coming from lately. He recognises that this is internalised transphobia, but he can’t help it right now. Maybe Alpha was right when he told him that he just wants attention and that he needed to be fucked by a real man to know he will never be one.

Dew drags his hand over his face with a groan. This time with Rain is too precious to think about Ifrit right now. He will never be Rains boyfriend or mate, but he can at least try to become close friends he supposes. With a little splash he gets pulled out of his thoughts when Rain heaves himself out of the water and sits next to him.

“Thank you for coming with me Dewdrop.” He smiles at him with those big blue eyes.

“My pleasure, I like being here with you Rain.”

They let themselves fall back and watch the sky.

“I think that’s Cassiopeia right there, and this could be Perseus.” Dewdrop points vaguely.

“Wow!” Rain exclaims with wonder in his eyes.

Dew doesn’t know anything about star constellations, he was always too focused on getting into Aethers pants than to listen to his explanations about the stars. He loves it though when Aether talks about the universe with such enthusiasm, he sometimes gets jealous of the stars themselves.

Rain slowly inches closer to him and snakes his hand into Dewdrops. Dew goes stiff with panic, but platonic hand-holding is a thing right? He does it with his pack mates all the time…but he also has a romantic and or sexual relationship with most of them. For the moment Dewdrops wills his body to relax again and just enjoy what Rain is willing to give. Stupid brain! He will enjoy this, consequences be damed.

They end up cuddled together, faces only inches from each other. Rain reaches out and pushes one of his long blond strands back behind his ear. The water ghouls hand lingers on Dewdrops cheek and Dew knows what will happen next if he doesn’t do anything. But he doesn’t want to stop. He wants to feel normal for once, kissing his crush under the stars and not worry. He looks at Rains lips, then back up into his eyes. The water ghoul wets his lips lightly with his tongue, the question hanging unspoken in the air. Dew nods barely noticeable and Rains warm lips are on his. As corny as it sounds, Dew thinks fireworks are going off in his brain and the butterflies are doing triple backflips in his stomach. The kiss is sweet and innocent at first, but Rains tongue begins exploring more and it gets more heated by the minute.

When Dew realises where this is going he breaks the kiss. As hard as it is, he softly pulls away to sit up.

Shit, shit, shit how did he let it get so far?

“I shouldn’t have done that.” Dew whispers. He shouldn’t be leading Rain on like this. Dew feels like a dirty liar for perceiving the new ghoul into thinking he was kissing a normal ghoul and not a fucked up version of one.

“Shit, it’s really late already. I have tones of messages from Sunny, they are worried about us. We should go back.”

He sees confusion and disappointment clearly on Rains face and it breaks his heart. He only nods and stands up.

The walk back is silent and tense, he wants to say something, anything, but he doesn’t know what.

They throw open the door to their living space in the ghoul quarters and Sunny is on Dew in an instant, hugging him.

“You idiot! We were worried about you and Rain! Couldn’t have sent a message could you?”

She hugs Rain too and continues.

“Did you have fun at least?”

“It was okay.” Rain answers with a bitter tone.

It’s like a punch to the gut, but Dew supposes he deserves it anyway.

“Ooookay.” They drawl, but seem to know when to not tease more.

“We waited with the cuddle pile for you two to join us, but someone,” Aether points at Swiss and Mountain,”were too stoned to stay awake.” ,he laughs.

It is a funny sight, Swiss laying on the giant earth ghoul with his head buried in Mountains chest (wanted to write earth ghoul titties here…) drooling. They chose the smallest couch and Mountains legs are hanging off the side. Around Mountains ram like horns, little snapdragons are blossoming while he sleeps peacefully.

“And because you two scared the crap out of us, it’s your task to somehow wake them and get them to Mountains room.” Cirrus chimes in.

The banter and impossible task of waking up a sleeping earth ghoul, settles a bit of the tension between Dew and Rain, but the events of the evening won’t be forgotten so easily.

After an eternity they manage to change into sleep clothes and manoeuvre everyone to Mountains bed. Swiss instantly grabs at Cirrus and Cumulus, and Mountain invites Rain to joint the forming cuddle pile like promised. They all settle except for the little fire ghoul, who is still standing awkwardly in the door.

“You coming?” Asks Sunshine while patting the free space between herself and Rain. Rain gives Dew a challenging gaze, like he is saying ‘you wouldn’t dare you coward’. Dewdrop knows Rain is confused, disappointed and angry, so he decides it’s better to distance himself.

“Actually I will sleep in my room tonight.” He doesn’t bother to give an excuse or explanation and turns on his heals. While running to his room, the first tears begin to make their way into the fire ghouls eyes. After closing his door, he slides down to the ground, shaking with sobs. How could he be so stupid and let himself get carried away like this?

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