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[heartpascal]

when the sun goes down

▹— joel miller x platonic!f!reader

▹— summary: joel doesn’t talk about you, until he does

▹— a/n: this one might be kinda ,, weird?? idk if i like how ive written it!! its kinda different to my usual fics !!! + the ending is kinda funky idk

▹— warnings: fem!reader (she/her used), reader is dead , mention of reader getting infected , grief, loss, guilt, lots of angst, small mention of suicidal ideation, referenced murder, mother tess, father joel, uncle tommy, ellie asking inappropriate questions tbh, think that’s everything but let me know!

▹— taglist: @rhymingtree @sleepygraves @wnstice (everything) @auggiesolovey @just-kaylaa @evyiione @lemonlaides @fariylixie0915 @faceache111 @randomhoex @canpillowscry @pedropascalsrealgf @star-wars-lover @coolchick333 @soobsdior @rvjaa @sunflowersdrop @definitely-not-a-seagull-i-swear (pedro)

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When Joel had been a stranger, Ellie would have never even had the thought to guess that you or Sarah had existed. The man seemed… too stoic, too unbothered, or perhaps, too bothered. She was never really sure what Joel was, back then.

But over the weeks, then the months, and then the years of knowing Joel Miller, it had become increasingly obvious that there was a distinctive daughter-shaped gap within him. It had left a cavernous space in the man, which Ellie had done her very best to fill, even if she would never have admitted it to anyone.

It was clear in the way Joel had tied up her hair when she was sick, in the way he knew exactly what she needed to hear, even when she didn’t know herself. It was obvious in the way he responded to her argumentative nature, her spitting words, his protective behaviour.

Ellie hadn’t even really thought about it, until the day she and Joel arrived at Jackson, until Maria revealed what the two names on that chalkboard meant. After that, it all started to make sense, and she had finally believed that she understood Joel Miller in some deeper way, in a way that actually mattered. She didn’t think about what she was doing back when she had argued with Joel, when she had spluttered out, “I’m not her, you know.”

Your name hadn’t even been mentioned, back then, and Ellie hadn’t known at the time that when she had said her, Joel didn’t know exactly who she was talking about.

Either way, he made it clear that Ellie shouldn’t be mentioning anybody Joel had lost. Certainly not you or Sarah, or even Tess.

After the whole… hospital fiasco, Ellie wasn’t sure she had ever understood Joel, after all. She’d been numb, to some extent, when she and Joel had finally made it back to Jackson, back to Tommy and Maria’s warm house, with their surprisingly peaceful baby. The first time she had visited their house, she hadn’t even noticed your name up on the chalkboard, a new addition, one without any dates below it, but written with as much care as the others.

It was the second, or the third time, maybe, that Ellie noticed the brand new name up on the chalkboard in Maria’s living room. She had been even more hesitant to talk about it than she had been to talk about Sarah and Kevin, so Ellie had figured that the loss was fresh. She hadn’t asked again, for a very long time.

Tommy, unsurprisingly, had been the one to tell her. A long day after a nightly patrol had the man exhausted, and he was two glasses of booze in when he had seen Ellie squinting up at the chalkboard as she was around for dinner.

“He ever tell you about her?” Tommy asked, fresh glass of booze gripped in his fist as he settled down on the sofa, looking up at the board with something numb in his eyes.

Ellie had said your name like a question, eyes scanning between the board and Tommy with furrowed brows. At Tommy’s nod, Ellie had shook her head, turning to Tommy like a child ready for story time before bed.

Tommy took another sip of his drink, sucking his teeth before he finally spoke. “He never told me what happened to her,” He said, eyes fixed on the board as if information might appear. “But I figure he must blame himself, whatever happened. She was fine when I left, but I’m guessing gone by the time you were around.” Tommy continued, looking to Ellie, who nodded. “Don’t know when exactly it happened. He’s real tight lip about it, even more so than he is about Tess, but I don’t blame him. She was his second chance.”

“Second chance?” Ellie repeated, eyebrows raised.

Tommy nodded in confirmation. “Found her not long after the Outbreak. She took to Joel straight away, poor kid. After Sarah, he was… different, but Joel, he looked after that girl like nobody else would’a.”

Some of the things Joel had done or said made a lot more sense to Ellie, in light of this information. You had been Joel’s second chance at protecting his daughter, his redemption, and he had failed. It was no surprise, in that case, that he had been as protective as he had. Or that he had tried to dump Ellie with Tommy, back when they first got to Jackson.

Joel believed he was a failure.

It was quite the realisation for Ellie.

She noticed more, after that. Like the way Joel would stop in the street when he saw people who must have held a certain resemblance to you or to Sarah. Or the way he would stay up late into the night, staring blankly at the darkening world around him as he sat on the porch. Ellie noticed just how much effort Joel put into looking after her, as if afraid that something could happen to her, or she could just disappear. She also noticed the way his eyes lingered on Tommy’s chalkboard, each time they visited.

Ellie thought that maybe, some day, Joel would wind up talking about you on his own. But days passed, and then weeks, and then they’d been staying in Jackson for close to two years, and nothing.

If it hadn’t had been for Joel sticking his nose into Ellie’s business, she probably would’ve never even revealed to him that she knew of your existence. Or at least, your connection to him. But Joel Miller was nothing if not stubborn, and when Ellie had been down for more than two days in a row, he stopped minding his business.

Joel was all comforting words in the face of a preventable loss on a patrol, and Ellie was sick of it.

“It ain’t your fault, kiddo. Nobody blames you for what happened, and you oughta talk about it to somebody.” Joel had said, voice warm and concerned like any father might be, and Ellie couldn’t help but snap after the day she’d had.

“It’s always one thing for you and then another for me, Joel!” She said, baring her teeth at the man, who only looked as confused as ever. “I’m sick of it. Stop telling me things that you know aren’t true, just because you feel guilty!”

His arms had been crossed defensively over his chest at her words, his eyebrows furrowing, the crease between them more prominent than ever. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, voice gruff and warning, as opposed to the previous tone he had been taking with her. He was practically daring her to go on with what she was insinuating.

“That you want to believe your kids dying wasn’t on you! And that’s great, Joel, but this was on me. It was my fault.” Ellie had spat out, arms wide out by her side, their stances opposing one another. She was accepting her guilt, acknowledging it, realising it was true, where Joel had only ever taken the blame, lugging the guilt along with him for years as if hoping it could disappear.

He had been sure, for a moment, that Ellie had taken to physical blows, but he realised in the silence which had followed her words that the pain was all him. She was right, which to Joel, was the real kicker. He had a knack for projecting onto people, for being defensive over guilt as if it reflected his own. As if, somehow, Ellie being guilty meant that Joel certainly was, too.

Maybe Ellie was right, but even if she was, Joel was in no mindset to admit it. How could he? He couldn’t even bring himself to talk about you, too scared that Ellie would see him for what he truly was; a failure. How would Ellie have responded to that? It was the exact reason he hadn’t told her the truth about the hospital, about what he had done, about the lengths he would go to. She might have seen him violent before, but never to that extent. Never against people she cared for.

If he told Ellie the truth, he would have to admit that he had failed a third child. Perhaps not quite in the same way as he had failed you and Sarah, but in some capacity, he would lose her, too.

Joel had been a selfish man for a very long time, by then. It was no surprise that he opted for the path that would allow him to keep the only child he had left. Who could blame him? Even Tommy, in some strange way, had understood his actions. Especially after his baby had been born, Tommy couldn’t blame Joel for doing what was necessary.

A parent’s love for their child was unrelenting. And Joel took that sentiment very seriously.

But Ellie couldn’t understand. She wouldn’t.

So, in that moment, he had levelled her with a look that put all parental glares to shame. “Go to your room.” Joel had instructed, voice flat, cold. Ellie, in her shock, had done as she was told, which was unusual.

This time, however, when Joel told Tommy of what had occurred, his brother hadn’t agreed with his actions.

When Tommy explained that Ellie didn’t know about you, or about Sarah, and certainly didn’t understand the relationship the two of you had had with Joel, he could see how she could’ve said something so… distasteful. After all, Joel had never told Ellie exactly what had happened to Sarah, let alone to you. Hell, he didn’t speak about you at all. He didn’t want Ellie to believe that he would fail her next.

But the talk was overdue, and the silence in the house had been suffocating Joel, and he noticed how uncomfortable Ellie had been, too. So he had no choice but to steel himself, to grip a mug of coffee, give up on slowing his heart rate.

When Ellie walked through the door, having been out with her friends all day, she stopped short at seeing Joel sat on the couch, looking more stressed than she had seen him in a long, long time. “Sit down.” Joel said, his words catching and tumbling out, as he gestured towards the armchair opposite the couch.

Surprisingly, she sat. “Is everything… okay?” She asked, hesitantly.

“I think it’s time I have a talk with you,” Joel admitted, his fingers squeezing the mug tightly. “You were right.”

“As always.” Ellie responded instantly, an instinctive response that generated a scoff of laughter from Joel, soothing his stressed brow the slightest amount. She cringed, but relaxed at his expression. “About what, exactly?”

“About it being one thing for me, and another for you. It’s not fair of me to ask you to talk about things, if I don’t talk right back to you.” Joel said, slowly, trying to sort through his thoughts before he fumbled another important father-daughter talk, as he had done many times before. “I’m goin’ to tell you about my girls.”

“Joel, you really don’t—”

He interrupted, “No, I do. And I want to.”

Ellie nodded after a moment, settling down in her chair, finally placing her backpack by her feet. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Joel repeated. He took a deep breath, squeezing the coffee mug once more. He said your name, the syllables almost unfamiliar for how long it had been since he had said it. “She, well, I—… She got Infected, ‘bout six years ago.”

Ellie sucked in a harsh breath, sure she knew what had happened after that. It was a story she knew, all too well. Joel scratched at the hair on his cheek, grinding his teeth together. Remembering it all, remembering you was… hard. But it was also refreshing. As if showing the parts of you he’d held to his chest for so long was a weight, lifted from his shoulders.

He didn’t want to talk about that part, about the time he failed you, about what he’d done for you, but other things? He could talk about those.

Joel remembered the years he had spent with you, watching you grow, spending weeks of his life searching for gifts for every assumed birthday. He remembered teaching you how to read, gifting you books, helping you learn how to survive. He remembered the bond you’d shared with Tess, the time the two of them would spend doing your hair for you, with whatever supplies they could manage.

Telling Ellie about you was probably the most vulnerable Joel had ever been with her. It was certainly the most open he had been. It felt like, for the first time in a very long time, he had his heart stitched onto his sleeve.

There was so many memories of you, so many he’d kept to himself for years because Tess had never been able to talk about you, because he couldn’t bring himself to, either. He worried about memories he had forgotten, about how much of your face had faded into obscurity, about how inaccurately he recalled your laugh, your voice.

He thought that, perhaps, his very worst fear would be that if he let go of these memories, if he let other people look upon them alongside him, he’d forget. Joel wasn’t sure he could be open and hold on tight enough. What was too much? How much could he say before he forgot it all? How much would he remember if he didn’t analyse them in his mind? If he let Ellie listen to the moments he held most dear?

Joel didn’t want to forget.

But if he didn’t tell anybody, then who would remember you, after Joel was gone?

There was Tommy, he’d considered, but he knew Tommy’s memories were corrupted, taken over by Firefly nostalgia. No, despite Joel’s being older, his memories of you were certain to be more reliable.

“Here,” Joel said, eventually, his throat feeling tight with the effort of holding back tears. He pulled out a folded up print, one he had gotten out just that afternoon. It was crumpled and degraded with age, but the image remained true. “This is her.”

Ellie took the photo from his hands, the image being of you. It was taken when you were a kid, back when he’d first found you, back when FEDRA had been doing photographs, before all of the printing supplies ran out. It wasn’t a happy picture by any means, merely an image of you, stood in front of a white background with a scared look on your face, dirt smeared across your nose, but it was you. And to Joel, that was enough.

He much preferred to think of you that way, rather than your last moments. It was the only thing that allowed him to let go of that last picture of you, the one that haunted his mind.

When Tess had died, the only thing that gave Joel some peace was the belief that she would have reunited with you. That you wouldn’t be alone, anymore. Often times, in the events after your… well, after he lost you, Joel had considered following you down that path. He had prayed to the God he had once believed in, he had cried out for any divine interference to stop what had happened from being true. But no matter how much he prayed, how much he cried, you were gone.

You had given him a purpose, after Sarah. Joel doesn’t think he would’ve made it this far, if it hadn’t been for you. And it feels so… wrong. He thinks, now, that Ellie had provided him with a purpose, after you.

“So, you raised her in the apocalypse?” Ellie asked, looking down at the photograph fondly, running a thumb along the yellowing picture.

“That I did.”

“Lucky kid.” Ellie said, not nastily.

“I dunno, kiddo, I’ve not always been the best…” Joel trailed off, unsure if he could actually refer to himself as your dad, after everything. After what he had done. Or, rather, what he hadn’t. “We did our best, me and Tess. Hell, even Tommy pitched in.” Joel decided on, after a moment.

He remembered the times Tommy would agree to look after you, to babysit, if such a thing existed in the apocalypse. Usually, it was when he and Tess were going outside of the QZ for supplies, occasionally for the Fireflies, which was why Tommy was allowed time away from his war against FEDRA.

One such time, Joel recalled, he and Tess had returned back to the ransacked apartment they had been assigned to find you and Tommy curled up on the decaying couch, which had only one cushion, asleep. A blanket had been wrapped around your shoulders, and Tommy had your newest book held in his lap.

In that moment, Joel had so wished that he could’ve taken a picture. He remembered a picture of almost the same scene, of Tommy and Sarah on the couch in his old house, in front of a still-playing TV. He regretted not taking the photo albums when they left, back then. Even now, he often felt a pang of regret over how much of Sarah’s memory was reliant on his own.

“Tess raised her with you?” Ellie questioned, almost surprised, but she could remember the way Tess had acted almost… maternal. Not to mention her optimism, her hope, when there was a possibility of a cure. She wondered if that was because of what had happened to you.

Joel nodded, going on to tell the tale of Tess teaching you how to shoot, when you became old enough to handle a gun, when it became apparent that you would need to handle one. He remembered how you had missed all but one shot by your second lot of ammo. He remembered how frustrated you had been, how Tess had told you to suck it up and try again, with that good old no-nonsense attitude.

Ellie could almost imagine Tess saying that, could almost picture how annoying that must’ve been for you as a kid. It was almost amusing to try and picture Joel and Tess raising a child in the apocalypse, especially given how the two had been when she had met them, herself. She tried to imagine that Tess being a mother, but came up empty.

“Did she, y’know, call you dad, or whatever?” Ellie asked Joel, after a moment of hesitation. She wasn’t sure if that was inappropriate to ask, but she was curious. She couldn’t imagine calling Joel ‘dad’ to his face, even though he was the only father she had ever known.

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“Dad!” You yelled, jumping up from the couch and away from Tommy, successfully waking him up in the process. You stumbled your way to the door as Joel swung it open, already dropping his bag to the floor. He was used to the greeting party, but you didn’t often shout him, in fact — did you ever? And since when did you call him ‘dad’? “You’re home! Did you get it?” You asked, jumping into his awaiting arms.

Joel squeezed you tightly, feeling a mixture of guilty and relieved that he was glad to be back, to come home to the child he had yet to fail. He thought about where you could have learnt that word, that name from, and could only come up with the new books Tommy had been helping you with while he and Tess had been away.

“‘Course I got it,” Joel responded, his voice gruff but full of warmth and humour. “Who d’you take me for?” He asked, grinning at your laughter and the way you squirmed from his hold to get to the backpack he’d dropped beside his feet.

“What’re we reading next, then?” Tommy asked, drawing Joel’s attention over towards the sofa, where his younger brother was smiling fondly. You hurried over, attention easily drawn away, and showed Tommy the book you’d taken from Joel’s bag, the one he’d managed to scrounge on his journey outside with Tess.

Joel was quickly drawn from his memories of the journey by you calling out to him once more. “Dad, are you coming to read with us, or not?” You asked, exasperated, and Joel grinned as he came over, his heart aching in his chest at the name, at the nostalgia of the activity.

“You bet.”

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“She did.” Joel answered, after a moment of him being distracted, thinking of that very first time, thinking of the way he had fallen back into the title with such familiarity. He wondered if you would have been much like Sarah, had you been born before the apocalypse. Sometimes, he wondered that about Ellie. Often, he had to remind himself that you and Ellie weren’t his biological kids, and if it wasn’t for the apocalypse, he wouldn’t have had you.

He doesn’t like the way his chest aches at the thought of that. It might just be the only reason he’s grateful for the apocalypse that had ruined the world.

“She would’a liked you, y’know.” Joel said, almost absentmindedly, as if that comment didn’t make Ellie’s chest warm with appreciation, with pride. As if it didn’t make her wish that she could’ve met you, could’ve proved that comment correct.

“I think I would’ve liked her, too.” Ellie said, quietly, watching the way Joel reminisced, his eyes glazed over as he stared at the photo she still held. He smiled after a moment, and she was sure he was imagining what his life would’ve been like, had all of his kids met.

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[babyspacekwid]

Astrology Observations and Advice ✨ (TW talks of ED)

From a non professional astrologer who has no idea wtf she’s posting half the time 💕

Chiron 4th house in Capricorn, Your dad may be very hard on you, like a perfectionist dad. Could have also been abusive. Could be the type to comment on your shortcomings. Remember that you are enough as it is, don’t be so hard on yourself, treat yourself as you would a friend. With compassion and kindness. Its okay to make mistakes in life. It’s common to have daddy issues with this placement, so try not to let that affect your love life, this is a personal placement of mine😜 rlly into toxic men, but they ain’t good for me, so let us be aware of that. Don’t take life too seriously, do the serious shit without being too serious about it. Idk if that makes sense but for example, let’s say u got a math test, do the math test seriously, like study and shit but don’t let the stress of it consume you because it rlly ain’t that serious.

Aries moon, especially men y’all’s temper is unregulated af. Ive seen y’all snap at stuff that energy shouldn’t be wasted on, y’all are one of the most emotionally reactive signs I have ever met. Like a ticking time bomb. This moon sign might have experienced a mother figure that was harsh and emotionally neglectful. Very hard on you, wasn’t that nurturing when raising you. The type of mom to tell you to get up and wipe the dust off when you fall and scrape your knee as a kid. y’all gotta delve into those emotions in a healthier manner. Therapy and journaling could be very beneficial. Go to one of those rage rooms where ppl break shit, I feel like y’all would go all out. There’s definitely some pent up anger. This goes for Scorpio moons too, y’all is more internal though, got some deep dark thoughts and intense internal feelings that could easily overwhelm which is why downtime is needed.

Speaking of some Scorpio moons I have met, don’t let your trust issues fuck things up. This a hard placement, y’all feel things so deeply, but just cause one person backstabbed you don’t mean everyone will. Open up to people, trial and error and you’ll find that person. Obviously set boundaries and don’t just trauma dump on everyone you meet, but don’t build an invisible wall as soon as you meet someone. Not everyone is out to get you.

(TW) Taurus risings I’ve met have dealt with some type of eating disorder. Could have had family members or people comment on their weight as a child or just got rlly influenced by the negative parts of social media. Every taurus rising I’ve met has dealt with body issues, y’all are actually so beautiful though, and I’m sorry you don’t hear it often,no matter the size. You guys are also so photogenic, like maybe I’m just the type of person that sees human beings as cute in general but istg y’all could be making the ugliest of faces and I’d still think it’s charming 😭 my best advice would be to stop comparing yourselves, and to learn unconditional love towards your body at every stage it’s at. We’re gonna be 60 and wrinkly anyways, might as well enjoy what it can do for you now!

I have this friend who’s a Capricorn sun and moon, and as a Gemini sun and moon myself I feel so similar to her in like every aspect. Idk if it’s because we’re both born on a new moon, but anyways, this girl needs to learn to open up😭 like hun I wanna be your shoulder to cry on, don’t get me wrong she will vent, and spill the tea, but when the waterworks come out she’d rather isolate. I’m just like naurrrrrr, come back. I might not be comfortable with tears and shit but il awkwardly pat your back and listen to you. Either way y’all don’t be afraid to be vulnerable, you aren’t a burden and you can’t deal with it yourself. Stop trynna convince yourself that you can. Humans are social creatures and our primal instinct is to receive and give love. M

ANYWHOOOO y’all I rlly ain’t that knowledgeable about this shit, I’m rlly going off my friend’s placements (and mine). I am studying astrology tho so maybe one day 🤠 but I got the memory of a goldfish so it might take a while, I appreciate everyone who’s been liking my posts though THANK YOU💕💕💕💕

#astrology #astro observations #taurus #capricorn #scorpio #aries #chiron

[girlboybug]

California Gurls

"warm, wet n’ wild, there must be something in the water."

or the one where joel hasn't been to california in god knows how long, but, one thing's for certain. he loves, california girls.

what’s playing 🎧 : california gurls by katy perry

pairing : joel miller x cali!girl reader

word count : 2k

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY HEADCANON LIST, age gap, public sex, light themes of exhibitionism, heavy petting, bikini fetish, is that a thing? it is now. unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampies, oral f!receiving, blowjobs, doggy style, riding, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, switch coded joel and reader, joel still leans towards top/dom, edging, forced orgasms, drunk/high sex

TRIGGER WARNINGS : umm i honestly can't think of any besides sex under the influence of both alcohol and weed but neither joel and reader are sober so its all around consensual as always :) if i missed anything plz lmk!

a/n : hi baes, im sorry that ive been slacking on uploading, ive been a bit burnt out, and i recently just got a job! so i fear my uploading may become more scarce but i will try my best to not let it get too bad.

ive had this au in mind for awhile n thought a headcanon list would b perfect hehe and i might make it a full fic in the future. i have a very special fic im almost done with and then a few more requests, thank u to those patient ppl who requested it, i promise i havent forgotten abt u!!! anyways sorry this is so long kjjdsjhdjsj plz enjoy and if there is anyway i can make my writing more inclusive pleaaase let me know!

joel didn't even want to be in california, but it was on the way to where him and ellie needed to go, and it was supposed to be just them two passing through, nothing less, nothing more.

but then, and of course there's always a but, on the journey both joel and ellie stumble upon a beach.

a beach with you.

culture shock for joel, like immediately. it's almost like the virus never spread to california, specifically their beaches. girls girls girls, all clad in the skimpiest bikinis and swimwear he's seen in years - or ever actually.

ellie convinces him to stay, just for a little while, and of course, he obliges, begrudgingly. the begrudging feeling and furrow in his brows slowly melts away when he's left to unwind in the warm sand, wandering eyes traveling across the beach's very underdressed inhabitants.

he lets ellie play in the water, he's more than content enjoying the view surrounding him in the sand.

you’re quick to notice the newcomers, instantly excited upon meeting new people

you make it real difficult for joel to maintain eye contact while he talks to you, he feels like he needs to physically hold his eyes in place so they don't drift down to the way your tits spill out your bikini top

he can smell the salty water, the semi sweet and unforgettable scent of sunscreen and a hint of coconut on you, and it's honestly mind numbing

and when ellie begs to stay in california for a bit longer than they planned, he surprises both himself and ellie when he jumps to say yes.

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you make joel never wanna leave california. when it's dark out, with the beach left empty and void of half naked and sunburnt people, it becomes a space for just you and joel.

he loves fucking you right on the sand, loves setting up your bright pink beach towel across the sandy floors just to push your face down onto it, smushing your cheek until your pretty lips pucker and sob his name when he bullies the fat head of his cock into your fluttering hole.

it was so easy getting joel to crack and fuck you, it didn't take much convincing, if anything, it took more convincing on his part to not bend you over upon immediate introductions. but when he finally lets himself have you, it's all he ever wants to do

it was a massive shock that he could keep up with your stamina, he's like what, 56? and you're a 20 something year old full of life and energy and yet he was giving you a run for your money, almost making you tap out when he forces a third orgasm of the night out of you

he loves to drag his tongue across your skin, loves to sink his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder when he fucks you from the back, he loves tasting the remnants of the ocean that lingers on your skin

loves to sneak off with you behind the lifeguard tower, and he loves hearing you plead with him to give you some attention.

he loves to make you beg for it. he loves pushing those tiny bikini bottoms that cover not enough, just to lap and lap and lap, at your soaked cunt.

loves to eat it til you cry, he doesn't stop until you have to push him off. he loves it when he gets to flip you on your tummy, he pulls your hips up and buries his face in your pussy, licking you up until your legs shake and can barely keep you upright, but it's okay, he's always there to keep you in place.

you enjoy feeding his ego when you tell him he's the best you've ever had, which isn't a lie

but the way he forces your knees near your ears when you whine about how his cock is the best, and the way he plunges in so deep you can feel him kiss your cervix, makes you feel like you'd say anything else he wanted to hear to get him to keep fucking you like that

sometimes he just can't keep his hands off you, so he'll pull you away to the secluded part of the beach, and make you ride him

oh you love riding him. you like feeling the slight shift in dominance that occurs when you get on top. you love pushing his chest down, letting his back connect to the sand, tons of little grains getting lost in his hair when you keep him down like that, fucking him the way you like, using his fat cock like your personal toy. 

you don’t care about how sensitive he is, you make him take your tight cunt, he's the one that wanted this, so it's only fair he finishes what he started after all.

it's your turn to only get more turned on when you see his pretty brown eyes line with tears when you're fucking him through his second orgasm back to back.

you're insatiable when you're like this, drunk on his cock, and drunk on the power trip of being in control. you’re unable to stop your hips from rocking down onto his, guiding his fingers to your needy clit.

you lower yourself down to his chest, kissing his freckled shoulders, teeth grazing over his collarbones when he's whimpering in your hair, feeling too much everywhere but he doesn't tell you to stop, he takes everything you give him

loves pulling you into his chest when you've ticked him off, he keeps your back to his front, he spreads your legs and keeps them open with his ankle hooking around your's.

his strong bicep, that you love, keeps you in a loose chokehold, his free hand teasing your soaked cunt, bringing you to the edge of release just to rip it away from you. he loves kissing your sunkissed skin, feeling the warmth from being in the sun all day while he whispers for you to, shut the fuck up and behave.

his fingers circle around your clit, switching between that and burying his thick digits in your aching hole, scoffing when you sigh and whimper in relief when he pushes his middle finger in

doesn't let you finish despite your pleas and cries

he's so mean when he's mad at you. :(

he takes your bikini bottoms, pocketing them away and tossing you his flannel if you're gonna complain that much about being bare even though you're practically naked 99% of the time.

you immediately go home, throw his flannel over a pillow and hump it, trying your best to focus on the scent that wafts from his flannel, and lingers on your skin, pretending the friction you felt was from his fingers

you love getting back at joel, like when you're sitting at the tiki bar, and he's trying his best to converse with your friends

you'll snake yourself in his arms, hopping onto his lap while he sits in the barstool, accidentally letting your wet bikini bottoms soak his drying swim trunks

you also unintentionally squirm around in his lap, 'not realizing' you're grinding your ass right on his hardening cock, looking up at him in faux concern when he starts stuttering and stammering mid-convo

he grips your hips, his fingers digging into your warm skin, silently warning you

you don't heed his warnings, naturally, and instead hop off his lap, announcing to the group that you've decided to go for another session in the water, leaving him to awkwardly swivel his barstool away as to not flash his aching erection beneath his swim trunks to all your friends.

of course joel always gets the last word, he's pulling you away from the water, tugging you along with him by the rocks near the shore the furthest from everyone

little girl is gonna learn today, he mutters to himself, and you have to hide your squeals of excitement, knowing he's gonna fuck you stupid

and that he does, he makes you work for your orgasm, and that’s only if he feels nice enough in the moment 

he has you on your knees in front of him while he leans his back against the sturdy surface of a large rock, his hand resting behind your head while he grunts for you to take every inch of him down your throat 

s’what girls like you are good for, i’nt that right baby? 

your cunt flutters at his words, he always makes you tingly from just speaking 

when he’s about to cum he can never decide which is better, seeing your pretty face covered in his seed or watching you swallow it down without a single flinch 

before you, joel hadn’t done anything like this in like, 20+ years, so when you think you’re done, you’re not. 

his cock stays hard sometimes, and he’s more than willing to use you over and over until he’s satisfied, not that you complain, you’re always so pliable and compliant for him. 

he sits you up, pulls you into his lap and makes you put it in, loves watching his fat cock disappear into your greedy cunt, sucking him in and wrapping around him like a tight glove. 

holds your hips down and keeps you in place while he fucks up in to you, tugs your bikini top down and sucks on your chest, tongue messily dragging all along your salty skin, teasing your sensitive nipples with his teeth 

sometimes he’ll play nice, he’ll rub your sweet little clit, cooing and kissing at your neck and cheek when you collapse in his chest, rutting on his cock while he fucks you through your all consuming orgasm. 

buries his face in your neck to breathe in your scent when he’s close, whispers to you if you’ll let him cum inside, and you always say yes 

grunts a few utterances of your name when he cums in you, he slowly fucks his cum inside you, the wet sound from your grinding bodies turns him on more than he can even describe, addicted to how it feels and how it sounds 

loves to slowly pull out, and watch his cum leak from your hole, loves knowing he’s the first and only one, who gets to do that to you. 

and when he’s at your small place, with ellie being at a girl her age’s place for the night, he unwinds in your bed with you, passing a blunt back and forth

you give him sips from whatever fruity alcoholic drink you’ve concocted that night, giggling mid kiss when you taste the mixture of a mango pineapple drink and weed on his tongue 

and he always gets the munchies on nights like this, but not for food

loves devouring your pussy when he’s high, he’ll make his way on top of you, eyes ablaze, mouth parted with low breaths, eyeing you down like you’re his prey 

you try to tease him by closing your legs, but that’s fine, he can work with that

he grabs your ankles, taking them in one big hand, pulling you down towards him before he lifts your legs up by your ankles, smirking to himself when he pushes your panties to the side and dives in tongue first 

he can eat you out for hours, he’s just so hungry, and he can’t get enough of you

and when you’re shaking, trembling, struggling to breathe, he loves watching the violent jerk your body makes when he pushes his cock inside your messy and soaked hole, loves holding you down while you shake beneath him from your burning orgasms you just had back to back 

fucks you nice and slow, wants you to feel every single inch, and every single vein inside of you, wants you to know who’s fucking you this good

and when he can’t hold off on leaving california any longer, he tries to convince you to come with him. and in the time that the pair has stayed in california, ellie has grown to like you, and naturally joins him in his pleas, begging you to come along with them. 

and as much as you want to go along with them, you can't get yourself to leave. california’s your home, and it could be their’s too, you try to tell them, but you both know where the other belongs. 

when he leaves, he kisses you hard enough that you pray it bruises into your lips for the rest of your life. 

you make him promise to try and come by at least every summer, and with a wide smile, he says he can do that. 

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[pinazee]

Weekend warriors is one of my fave episodes for a multitude of reasons

The way Shawn flirts with Sally Reynolds at the briefing was fantastic. Shes such a memorable one off character and she doesn’t really do much. I credit that to Clair Coffee and her dazzling smile.

One of the best moments of Shawn showing just how amazing his memory is, and the little montage was wonderfully set up. But Gus really shouldn’t be surprised by now. Out of everyone (except maybe his dad) he should be the least amazed by his gifts.

It has my favorite most stupidest joke i still laugh at to this day actually ive been promoted. Its Captain Crunch now.

I have a deep appreciation of this show for never shying away from the fact that Gus is black. It seems like a lot of 00’s shows simply avoided the topic altogether (if they even had a black main). Starting from the pilot when gus placed his hands on the dash when the cop pulled them over. It goes to show how important it is to collaborate with your actors, particularly if your writing room demographics don’t correlate with your acting talent.

The fuck are you talking about henry. It took him 4 months after he was born to smile at you and thats when you acknowledge him??? I mean, i think they both know thats crap, but still lol

Solid Juliet moment. I love that they showed she was scared, but was brave enough to continue. Too many shows try to do feminism by making their female characters not feel fear for some reason? Or like, they’re kind of crazy and seek it out. Idk. Its nice that shes allowed to be afraid and vulnerable. It makes her feel like a real person.

THIS!

That end scene is the saddest fucking thing ive ever seen, and might be the most heartbreaking little shawn moment in the series. Im going to word for word this because i need ppl to share in my awwws

Shawn: Gus, when we grow up, think ill ever be as cool as you?

Gus: You’re better at kickball

Shawn: Not what I asked

Gus: We talking about your dad again?

Shawn: mm-hmm

Gus: Come on dude, the guy respects you

Shawn: Not like he does you

Gus: I’m not his son. I mean, he might like me okay, but he loves you

Shawn: Did he say that?

Gus: No.

Shawn: Well then how can you be sure?

Gus: You mean he’s never said it?

Shawn: Come on Gus, we’re guys.

SO MUCH TO UNPACK HERE but i’m going to do that in my henry analysis ep. Theres just too much to say.

#im really trying not to let these get too long #but i love this ep so it was a special occasion #im just waiting for the perfect opportunity to talk about henry #but im definitely keeping tabs on all the fucked up shit hes doing or teaching him haha #psych #psych rewatch #shawn spencer #james roday rodriguez #james roday #burton guster #dulé hill #dule hill #shawn and gus #juliet o'hara #maggie lawson #psych usa #psych tv

[witheringwidgetwrites]

Benny weir wanting to ask reader out?

Hi hi!! I hope this is OK, I'm a little nervous about it and I ended on a cliffhanger because I wasn't sure which direction I wanted to take it in, I struggle a little bit with more general prompts, but I hope I did Benny justice enough!!!

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The bell had just rung for the 4th hour class of the day, the halls were quickly clearing out as Ethan emptied his previous class's books into his locker.

"Benny, just go for it." Ethan ducks his head, turning to Benny while he gesture's towards Y/N. He is tired of watching his best friend stare longingly at the back of their head.

"Absolutely not E! Maybe if I had some sort of love potion or maybe something to make them forget it ever happened. Just in case I get rejected," He turned his head back to Ethan, "I need a plan. In all due time buddy."

The bell rung once again before the halls cleared out entirely, a majority of the student body filing into the cafeteria.

Benny and Ethan sat at the lunch table, awaiting the rest of their usual group. "So, what's your plan Benny?"

Benny looked around quickly, a swift bloom of flowers erupting from his hand. He sat them down on the other side of the table, checking again to make sure that no one has seen him. "I will obviously woo them secretly until they fall in love with me, then I'll reveal myself, and they'll have no choice but to be my partner."

Ethan scoffed, and shaking his head he was about to speak up until Y/N sat their tray down across from them, plopping into the seat, Rory following along. Before they could speak, Rory chimed in, "wowza, where did these come from?" grabbing them, and shoving them into his nose.

"Those are for Y/N actually, the little card thing says so, not sure where they came from."

They chuckled, "are you joking?" They picked up the bouquet, checking the tiny card with the inscription of their name. "From secret admirer, ha. This has to be a joke." A soft blush lit up their cheeks as they rolled their eyes, assuming it was some sort of prank.

"I don't think it is," Ethan took a bite of his sloppy lunch potatoes, watching Benny push his around intensely.

"Anyway, did you guys see that new movie that everyone was hyping up?"

The rest of the night was uneventful, until a few days later, when Y/N opened their locked to a stuffed bear. They were used to smaller tiny surprises, but they seemed to really step up within the next few week. The next time it was chocolates, then answers to a math quiz, and then a letter. A long letter. They were eager to share it with their friends, especially Sarah, who might have an idea on who it is.

Y/N waited by their locker for Sarah, who came by a few minutes before the first bell. "Oh my gods, Sarah, read this. I've been getting these presents from a "secret admirer" for a few weeks now, but this is the best one yet."

"I noticed, those flowers you had the other day were gorgeous. I was kinda jealous," she chuckled and started reading, mumbling to herself as she scanned the page. "Wow."

"I can't tell if it's an elaborate prank or not, it's kind of sweet." Y/N shrugged, avoiding Sarah's eyes as she looked up.

"This seems really heartfelt. I bet it's from Benny. 'I want to play Knights Of Ninjitsu IV with you for hours, I want to kick your butt, then let you win.' Who else would write that?"

They chuckled, "god no way it's Benny!"

The bell rung. "Just think about it," Sarah assured as she turned to walk to class. Had these really been from Benny? It would make a little sense, but Benny seemed like he had a type, and that type was not Y/N.

Hours later, they had finally caught Ethan alone. "Is it him, Ethan?" They seemed a little panicked, and he couldn't help but feel bad.

"I can't say who it is. I am forbade." He turned quickly and walked away, almost tumbling over his own footing. The more and more they thought about it, the more sense it made that it would be Benny. But that would be too good to be true.

The small clique had a movie night scheduled for that Sunday evening, and slowly, but surely everyone had arrived. Everyone meaning Ethan, Benny, and Y/N. They had all agreed upon a new movie, normally watching reruns, but tonight's movie seemed a little awkward, Benny had just seen slightly off all night, and for the past few weeks. Ethan ran off to the kitchen, quickly making a few bags of popcorn, the majority of which would be eaten by Benny.

"Oh, I'll go help Ethan!" Benny sprung up, turning on his heel before Y/N grabbed his hand. "I need to ask you something." Benny's breath hitched momentarily, a small blush flooding his face, "of course, what's up?"

"Has it been you?"

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[why-what-no]

HI AGAINNNNN , i keep getting ideas in my head thats why ive sent more than one request in a week

but basically another billy hargrove x reader (ive been obsessing over dacre montgomery recently) i want it to be based off of the quote “i always thought u were the most beautiful girl ive ever seen” and i want u to make up everything else, let ur imagination take over fully, thats all ask, thank you so so much dude, and im sorry for only sending billy request rn but i appreciate it lots 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Prom?

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: Thanks for the request! I was getting bored today and was wishing for something to write. And don’t worry about only giving Billy request, I like writing them.

Prompt: “I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

The strobe lights above Billy were a pale imitation of ones at clubs in Cali or house parties thrown by kids with rich parents, he thought wryly.

It was his prom, and while he hadn’t ever really thought about what his prom would be like, he had always thought it would be in California. Not in Hawkins, in their little gym class with students dancing along to Top 100 music.

There was a red plastic cup in his hand, filled with spiked punch. He took sips every so often, standing to the side of the room and watching his peers bittersweetly celebrating the last days of their childhood. He, on the other hand, was just relieved for his education to be over.

“Billy!” Tina stumbled over to him, clearly having had too much of the punch. “You wanna dance?” She asked, smiling up at him.

“Didn’t you come with John?” He asked her with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah. But he’s hanging out with the other guys. He won’t mind.”

Billy considered it, but… “Maybe later, Tina.”

He had planned to go to the prom alone for a while, reasoning that he could dance with more girls that way. (The fact that the girl he wanted to ask already had a date might have played a part in that as well). But now that he was here, he wasn’t really interested in any of the girls.

Well, except for one.

He saw her across the room, sitting at one of the tables. Alone, which surprised him. (Y/N) had mentioned to him that one of the guys on the basketball team had asked her out, so he had no idea why he was currently dancing with Tina and not with (Y/N). With her dress, makeup and hair done up all pretty, it was a surprise that her date wasn’t sitting with her all starstruck.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He sat down next to her, seeing the glum look on her face. “Not dancing with Daniel? Isn’t today supposed to be one of the best nights of your life or whatever?”

She scoffed. “Right back at you.” Sighing, she looked over at the jock. “He’s barely looked at me all night, I feel like it’s pretty clear he’s not interested in dancing.”

That surprised him, although not much. He knew what a dumbass prick Daniel was. In fact, it had taken all Billy’s self control not to tell her that when she had first told him she was going to prom with that guy.

“Well that’s pretty fucking stupid of him.” Billy said, a twinge of annoyance in his voice.

“You think that?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

“Shit. Maybe I should’ve gone with you.” She looked around. “Who’s the lucky girl, anyway?”

“I’m here by myself. So, I guess the lucky girl is you.”

(Y/N) laughed, reaching over to take a sip of his drink. “I guess so.”

He just looked at her. “Were you serious? About going with me?” He finally asked, his tone less joking then before.

“What happened to going alone?”

“Well. In my defence, I would’ve asked you but Daniel got there first.”

(Y/N) looked up at him, shock in her eyes. “That’s not funny.” She told him.

“Wasn’t joking. I actually…” He paused, wondering if he was actually going to say what he was thinking. Fuck it, he thought, might as well. “I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He told her honestly.

“Really?” She was starting to smile, but a hesitant look still in her eye.

“Of course.” All he wanted was for her to know that he meant it. “Listen, I know it might be a little late for this, but.” Billy grinned at her. “You wanna go to prom with me?”

(Y/N) smiled for real this time. “Sure.” She responded, taking the hand he offered her as he lead her to the dance floor. Both of them ignoring Daniel, who was starting to look a little regretful of his decisions over the evening as Tina went back to her date and he was left all alone.

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[stormkobra-5]

Birthday Wishes

Pairing: Poe Dameron x GN!Reader

Fic Type: Drabble

Summary: It’s Poe’s birthday, but he’s been so caught up in his duties that he didn’t even remember it. Good thing he has the best s/o and droid son ever, right?

A/N: Happy birthday (of an unknown year; how old is he turning? 36? I should know this...) to my gorgeous husband Poe Dameron, the best damn pilot in the galaxy <3

Notes: So, I’m trying out a new format here... I actually like it better. Think I might stick with this for all my fics.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Poe counts as his own warning tbh, and so does Beebs being the best droid son ever. There’s some implied suggestive themes. Otherwise, none that I can think of.

Poe massaged his temples, desperately trying to keep from just dumping all of his general duties on Finn and going to go take a three-day nap.

Or flight. He probably couldn’t sit still for that long.

Better yet, a three-day flight in an area of space where he can nap in the cockpit. That’s the dream right there. The war may be over, but there’s a new one with only Finn and Poe on the front lines: being in charge of rebuilding. It’s a struggle— financially, physically, and politically— for the victorious New Republic to assist the vast colonies throughout the galaxy in their healing process, much more of one to deal with the endless streams of paperwork, of unsatisfied citizens and leaders, or pushy ones. It seems like every day there’s a flood of new problems on top of yesterday’s, and Poe’s not sure exactly how much he can take before he grabs you in one arm and BB-8 in the other to take off to Yavin IV.

Finn nudged him pointedly with an elbow, and Poe tiredly lifted his head to try and listen to the words coming out of Connix’s mouth. He barely heard any of the rest of her words, instead saying what he always did when things became too much for him: “Thanks, Connix. I’ll look over the details again later.”

Understanding, Connix nodded with sympathy before departing to continue her daily tasks. Finn regarded him curiously. “You alright, man?”

“No,” Poe huffed. “I’m tired. I’m hungry. I’m antsy. I wanna sleep for a couple days and do some barrel rolls in my ship. Maybe I’d like a nice relaxing picnic with Y/N or some rounds at the shooting ring.”

“Those are some... varying emotions,” Finn replied after a second, stifling laughter. “You seen ‘em today? Y/N?”

Poe shook his head. Another reason he was so irritated today. He was woken up at 4:00 AM by Beaumont Kin knocking on his bunk door and demanding his presence urgently, and as it turned out, one of their transports had caught fire due to some iffy wiring. It would’ve been a much better day if he’d woken up to you by his side, but instead all he’d found was a cold bed and a note that read “Went out with Rey, be back later XOXO.”

Cute.

But annoying.

Why the hell couldn’t you have told him in person? His days are always easier to deal with if he starts them with a kiss from you, not to mention a nice warm hug. So if he doesn't start his mornings off by your side, he's extra pissy.

It doesn't help that Finn's been grinning at him all day. Like he's up to no good. Poe huffs deeply and puts his head in his hands. "No, Finn, I haven't seen them."

Finn patted his back. "I'm sure they’ll show up. It's only a matter of time."

At that precise moment, BB-8-- who he also hadn't seen all day, which was a bit concerning for him-- approached with a series of soft whistles and beeps, as if he hadn’t disappeared into oblivion without warning. At once, Poe pushed himself out of his seat to kneel on the cracked duracrete floor before his droid. “Buddy! Hey! Where’ve you been?”

Bweep bwreet, the droid replied in Binary, and Poe frowned. “With Y/N? Where are they?”

Bwerp bweep, BB-8 answered, and began to roll away, only picking up speed when he was certain that Poe was following like he had requested. He noticed Finn’s grin widen and narrowed his eyes at him. “What’re you up to?”

“Nothing at all!” Finn chirped. He sounded a little too cheerful. “Just keep following your droid.”

Poe’s frown deepened. Now he was highly intrigued and sort of concerned. The last time something like this had happened you and Poe had been covered in head-to-toe with honey and feathers, so he wasn’t very keen on doing anything that involved Finn’s mischief.

But you were also involved this time around.

Which could be very good, or very, very bad.

He might as well get it over with.

So with a heavy sigh, Poe trudged after his little droid companion, who beeped and booped reassuringly as he led the pilot/general through the busy halls, all the way out onto the tarmac. Stubbornly, BB-8 refused to answer any of his questions, and Finn would only mumble something incoherent and unconvincing. Eventually he was taken right to the area where Black Squadron parked their vehicles, but he could see no sign of anyone.

“Beebs...” Poe sighed, “What are you doing?”

In answer, BB-8 rolled ahead into the middle of the makeshift corral of wings and engines, then gave his little thumbs-up with his lighter. Poe, understandably, was confused.

Then he jumped out of his skin with a startled “GYAH” as at least a dozen people leapt out of hidden hiding places in time with Finn abruptly grabbing his shoulders, all of them screaming at once, “SURPRISE!!!”

Confetti was dumped on him from above, where Snap and Karé, on respective sides and perched on their x-wing’s s-foils, poured barrels of the colorful shredded paper onto him. A cover was pulled off his x-wing to reveal a fresh coat of brand new, hotshot paint— the one he’d been telling you about for months now—

Poe was surprised. He had no idea what the hell was going on. Black Squadron, Rey, Rose, Chewie— hell, even Threepio and Artoo were there, dragging along Dio with them. And then there was you, running to him to throw your arms around his neck. He returned the hug eagerly, though still in a bit of a daze. “Guys... what...”

“Happy birthday, silly!” You laughed as you squeezed him tighter, and Poe realized with a jolt of alarm that, yes, it was indeed his birthday.

And in the midst of everything... you’d remembered. You all remembered when even he himself hadn’t. “Oh, baby...” He hugged you close, feeling a rush of gratitude and love for you and all of his friends for your thoughtfulness. “I... I completely forgot...”

“We know,” Rey laughed, eyes crinkling up in response to her bright smile. “That’s why we did this for you. You deserve it, Poe.”

He couldn’t help it: tears of emotion gathered in his eyes that he tried hard to stifle. “Guys...” He scanned over the gathered assembly of his loved ones, then smiled hard as a couple of grateful tears did fall. “You’re all amazing. Thank you... thank you so much. You didn’t have to... you didn’t have to do any of this. I... I don’t even know...” He shook his head, fighting through the emotion in his throat to add as he lifted his eyes to meet those of everyone else, slowly surveying the gathered crowd, “I just want you to know that I love you all, very much.”

“And we love you, Poe,” You said into his chest, and he hugged you tighter. Chewie roared softly and shambled forward to engulf both of you in a hug that took your breath away and lifted you clean off the ground.

“Love you too, big guy,” Poe wheezed with a smile, and Chewie set you both carefully back down. Just in time, too.

With the apparatus attached to his waist, Threepio came closer with a home-made cake with the one singular candle you could scrounge up. “I do hope you enjoy the cake, sir. We thoroughly exploited my vast mental database to find the correct recipe for this type of climate and our limited food supplies.”

Poe smiled fondly at the droid. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Threepio.”

Rose lit the candle, and in tandem, everyone around him sang, “Happy birthday.” By the end of it, Poe was sure his face muscles would never work properly again he was smiling so hard. The cake was delicious. The drinks were good. The music was better. And when the night had nearly been spent celebrating Poe’s birthday, you found him after he’d snuck away from the crowd to look over a quiet stream bubbling along its merry way, finishing off his cocktail.

“Hey, birthday boy.”

“Well that sounded sexy,” Poe commented slyly, quirking his eyebrows at you from over the rim of his glass. You made a face, playfully swatting his arm.

“How’d you like it?”

Poe beamed at you, pulling you in for a sideways hug. “I loved it.” He kissed your temple. “You didn’t have to do all that for me, babe. You could’ve just said ‘happy birthday.’”

You peck his lips. “Yeah I did. ‘Cause I love you, Poe, with all my heart, and I wanted to show you in the most extravagant way possible. You deserve it.”

Poe hums thoughtfully— he was paying attention, he swears it— but his eyes were on your lips as you spoke, and you’d hardly finished before he leaned down and captured your mouth with his in a slow, passionate kiss. It burned like you’d flown too close to the corona of a sun, and you pulled away with a certain kind of look in your eyes that he had kind of anticipated and had been hoping for all evening. You ran your hand down his arm, biting your lips to stifle a smile, and started pulling him innocently by his wrist back toward base.

“What’s this?” Poe asked teasingly, knowing full well what’s happening.

“You’ve got one more present to unwrap, flyboy.”

Poe chucked his cocktail over his shoulder and into the jungle underbrush carelessly, rushing after you immediately. “I like the sound of that.”

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[yungchaeng]

Roommates (Twice series: Chaeyoung)

IV: Birthday Cake

genre: fluff - word count: 2343

You peeled your eyes open due to heavy knocking on your front door. Lazily, you gripped your phone and groaned at the time. You better have won the lottery or there be some sort of emergency, because why else would someone be violating your peace this way at 10 in the morning, on a Saturday.

With a sigh you wrapped your blanket over you and trudged over to the door. As you had noticed Chaeyoung wasn’t in her bed, you figured maybe she had gone out and forgotten her keys or something. However, at the door you were met with Nayeon smiling from ear to ear with a brightly decorated cone hat that she placed on your head in no time.

“Hi…” you said through a yawn. Your brain was still way too slow and tired to process what was going on, so you simply wrapped your blanket tighter around you.

“Happy birthday!” Your friend exclaimed and wrapped her arms around you warmly.

“Oh.” The realization hit you that it was in fact your birthday today. You smiled, and engulfed your friend within the blanket to hug her back. “Thank you. For the wishes and the pretty hat of course.”

“You’re welcome.”

You wanted to ask Nayeon a lot of things. For example, why exactly was she here so early in the morning or how did she even know it was your birthday in the first place? You didn’t remember having told her about it. Although, she could have simply looked at your birthdate in her files as your mentor? And although it was too early for you to wake up on a weekend after such a rough week of school, it was really thoughtful of her to be here. So you held your tongue and simply watched her with a raised eyebrow as she strutted over to your closet.

“You have to get ready, though.” She stated matter-of-factly while rummaging through your clothes.

“For?...” you gave her a puzzled look, worrying that you might have forgotten that you two made plans.

“You’ll see.” Nayeon nonchalantly waved at you. Holding up a blouse and pants of yours she brightly smiled, “Oh, yeah this would look great on you! This is it.”

After multiple questions you had were shut down by Nayeon, you decided just to go with and do what she told you to. It was obvious she wasn’t going to tell you what was going on and after you had woken up enough to understand what was happening, you actually got really excited about what the plan could be. You were surprised at how well Nayeon was at evading every single one of your probes to get a hint as to what was going on. She just causally spoke to you as if it was not abnormal for her to drag you out of your bed and stroll way off campus grounds on a Saturday.

“ah, we’re here.” She finally said.

Nayeon took your hand and lead you into a diner in which your three other friends waited and greeted you in a booth with a chorus of happy birthdays. You couldn’t fight the smile on your face as you spent the morning with them. You weren’t usually one to make a big deal of your birthday, but you really enjoyed spending this time with your friends.  Although you insisted that they shouldn’t have, they treated you to breakfast and gave you a stuffed bear as a joint birthday gift. It was quite a large one wearing a t-shirt that had a photo of the five of you printed on it.

It was one of the most chaotic pictures that you had ever seen, with Nayeon and Jeongyeon in the midst of pestering each other and you trying your best to get a word in, Momo peacefully eating her food in the background and Jihyo throwing up a peace sign for the said group selfie. However, all of you cherished it as it was a great representation of your friend group.

“I love this,” you laughed and held it to your chest. “I’m definitely cuddling this to sleep tonight.”

“Yeah, you could pretend it’s Chaeyoung.” Momo snorted before another bite of her pancake.

You pursed your lips as you felt a blush coming on and heard your friends laughing. After all of the teasing from your friends over your little crush on your roommate, you’d have expected to be a little better at comebacks but you had nothing. So you just settled on “ha ha,” and went on eating.

After breakfast your friends walked you back to your dorm room, but something seemed…off. You raised an eyebrow at the mischievous smiles especially Jihyo and Nayeon couldn’t seem to hide while you all walked. “…what’s going on, guys?”

“Nothing…” Jihyo answered, stifling a laugh. With narrowed eyes you looked at her. There was definitely something going on, but somehow they maintained that they were just walking you home all the way till you got to your front door.

They giggled as you opened up your front door, but before you could question them again you stood astound by the state of your dorm room. It had been decorated with birthday flags of your favorite colors all over the ceiling and ‘happy birthday’ spelled out in balloons letters on the wall. A birthday cake sat atop the kitchen table with your name on it, and Chaeyoung and some other girls stood behind it. You had recognised them from her Instagram. Her friends Mina, Tzuyu, Sana and Dahyun.

As you still stood in awe, Nayeon came up from behind you with her phone out recording you when everyone shouted “Surprise!” in unison.

“What….” You replied, still recovering. The girls laughed and your roommate walked over to you and took you by the hand towards your cake.

“Happy birthday,” Chaeyoung said, a sweet smile on her face. She handed you a knife and nodded to your birthday cake. “This is for you.”

“ah, Chaeyoung.” You blushed. “My birthday, you remembered?”

“Of course,” she chuckled. “How could I forget?”

You heard an “aw” coming from someone, but you couldn’t look away from Chaeyoung. You put two and two together, realising that she probably had been the one to set this up and your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest. “You’re too sweet, thank you so much.” You spoke as you wrapped your arms around her. You held her embrace for maybe a bit too long. So long that for a second you even forgot you both in fact weren’t the only ones in the room, but Chaeyoung didn’t seem to mind as she hugged you back tightly.

“Okay,” she said when you let go of her. “Cut your cake, birthday girl.”

With a bright smile you did and Chaeyoung mentioned that she wasn’t sure what the cake would taste like as she had to put everything together quite last-minute. Although, she quickly changed her mind when she licked some off of her finger. You bit your lip as you looked at her reaction, wondering how someone could be so cute.

To say that you were just crushing on her would be an understatement at this point. The grin on your face when looking at her, the blush on your cheek, your head full of thoughts of her…you really really liked her.

After questioning your friends and Chaeyoung alike you found out that your roommate had in fact put the whole plan in action. After you told her about your birthday she contacted your friends and let them know so they could keep you busy as she, along with her own friends, got drinks, food and decorated the room. It was a whole operation honestly, and you were quite surprised you didn’t suspect a thing for so long.

Nayeon had whispered to you that Chaeyoung was a “keeper” right after scolding you over the fact that she didn’t find out from you directly that your birthday was coming up. One of Chaeyoung’s friend seemed to have overheard as you heard her giggle, but in embarrassment you actively tried to convince yourself that she was laughing at something else.

If it wasn’t already apparent to the world that you had a thing for Chaeyoung it would be now. You caught yourself looking her way when she was joking around with friends, enjoying yourself simply seeing her smile. Sometimes she would catch you looking, and in the moments when the embarrassment of being caught didn’t cause you to look away quickly, you locked eyes and she would give you the sweetest smile.

You were already used to your own friends teasing you to no end, but at times you’d even catch her own friends smirk when you talked to Chaeyoung. You had been found out. The biting of your lip and child-like grin had given you away.

All of your roommate’s friends turned out to be really nice and everyone got on so well as a group. You got to know Chaeyoung’s friends a bit better as well and time seemed to fly by as you all talked, laughed, ate and drank.

When the last of you guys’ friends left, you sat on your bed looking at Chaeyoung as she waved them goodbye. Looking at her you smiled. One of those smiles that gave away the adoration you felt for her, and you hoped she could feel just how much you actually did.

“Today was really fun, Chae.” You told her. “Thank you so much.”

She nodded at you, a pleased look on her face. “Oh, I have something for you.”

You raised your eyebrows at her in amusement. “More?”

Chaeyoung chuckled and joined you on your bed. “It’s just something little.” She shrugged. “No big deal.”

From her pocket she retrieved a small key chain and handed it to you, a blush on her face. She had made a small drawing of you that was attached to it and you scoffed at her words. “No big deal? This is so cute.”

“Yeah, you think?” she beamed. “Look, now we are matching.” She said and showed the little doodle of herself she had on her own key chain.

You laughed at the adorably proud grin she had on her face and took her key chain from her, attaching it to your own dorm room key. After you attached the key chain with your doodle on it to hers, you handed it back to her. “Here you go. Now I carry you with me and you have me.”

Playfully she put her hand over her heart and scrunched up her nose as she does, “I couldn’t be more glad.” she stated.

As if you couldn’t fight the attraction anymore, you shifted closer to her and she watched you as you did. “I can’t thank you enough.” Once again you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her into you.

You heard her chuckle in your ear followed by a “No thanks.”

“Shut up,” you teased and leaned back to look into her eyes.

The sparkle they had was as bright as ever, even in the dim light in your room and you were in awe. Your fingers intertwined behind her neck and as time seemed to stand still for a minute, you took your time to look at her. The way her hair fell, the moles on her face, her dimple as she smiled at you, her rosy cheeks. As a final thank you, you leaned in and kissed her cheek softly. Lingering for a bit, as you felt her smile through it.

She leaned into you and held onto your arm before you could break away from the embrace. Chaeyoung had a timid look in her eye as her gaze fluttered to your lips. You bit down your bottom lip and wondered for a second if in this quiet room she could hear your heart beating. You were going crazy for her as she came closer to you, her forehead meeting yours.

When she spoke, her voice was low and soft, coming out as almost a whisper. “I really want to kiss you right now…is that okay?”

You could only nod, feeling too lightheaded to even speak or wonder whether this moment could be real. Subconsciously, you licked your lips as Chaeyoung leaned into you more and more. Your stomach seemed to flip and your breath hitched, feeling her hands snake around your waist and pull you in even closer.

How was this really happening?

“Are you nervous?” she had chuckled with her lips an inch away from yours. Once again you nodded and she smiled. Chaeyoung placed her hand delicately on your face, her thumb caressing your cheek. “Me too. Close your eyes.” And so you did, patiently waiting for the moment that your lips finally met in a soft kiss. Her lips brushed yours softly at first, and her feathery touch made your head spin. Eagerly, you held onto her collar and pulled her into you more. Her full lips locked with yours and you felt her smile into your kiss.

Too soon she leaned back again and you couldn’t help but follow her touch. The sound of her chuckle made your eyes flutter open after she broke your kiss. Never before had you so badly wanted a single moment to last forever.

Mesmerized, intoxicated, you whispered. “Can I have another one?”

A grin spread across her face. “You can have however many you want.” She said before pressing your lips together.

And you kissed her, again and again and again. You decided that the giggle that escaped her lips between kisses was your favourite sound. Being here with her, with her arms around your waist or hands caressing your cheek, tangling in your hair – that was your favourite place to be.

And falling asleep next to her was your favourite thing to do. In her embrace, she made you feel warm. It was in her arms that you were truly at home.

#twice #twice x reader #twice x fem reader #chaeyoung #chaeyoung x reader #chaeyoung x fem reader #roommates chaeyoung mini fic #completed series #twice fluff #chaeyoung fluff

[sollucets]

2023 bl wrapped GO

tagged by my beloved @raypakorn & @khaotunq x

i have a poorly-maintained mdl if people would like to see it.

so, to be clear, all but three of all the bls ive ever watched i watched in 2023 (and maybe two depending on if you count between us as 2022 or 2023) and as such this sample size is. skewed. but also still somehow less than the other folks who i've been seeing. i tend to go Deep into obsessions instead of wide; i'm aware i havent seen a lot of genre classics but i also have done my best to watch important highlights hehe

Number of BLs this year and hours: 26 completed shows! im also still in the process of watching last twilight. my probably messed-up math on this means that the hours of that is about 226? apparently?

You primarily watched BLs from Thailand. yes ok who's surprised

You spent way too much time thinking about these characters: ayan love of my life star of my heart!! forever!!! always!!

++: akk (uncomfortable beloved mirror), sand (favorite chewtoy), black (i love my bitch wife), charn (cutie little lawyer), jaewon (perhaps the saddest boy ever to do it), & alan (sad wet cat)

Your favorite show was the eclipse, obviously, which it might surprise some of you to know i DID watch in 2023 (barely, i started in early january, but it was this year). only friends if it has to be a 2023 release.

Your overall BL mood was .... chaotic? i think? i'd say chaotic. i don't know what i'm doing and neither do any of these bitches

You read the most fanfiction about: by volume it's probably only friends -- it's not true anymore but for most of the airing period i very much had read or at least tried to read every single fic in the ao3 tag. lmao. eclipse & not me fanfic also beloved to me. return shoutout to you, jay, whose ray sustained me

Another of your favorites from this year was: i LOVE our dining table. so cozy and warm and beloved. my school president, which i did not start watching til 2023, also counts for me. both of those shows are like.... like throwing a cozy blanket over your shoulders

The soundtracks you listened to the most: let's try was my number one on my Actual wrapped, surprising absolutely no one forever. i also listened to the msp soundtrack a lot. another winner for me is the dark blue kiss soundtrack, which is full of incredible bangers

Your favorite acting pair was: hm. i,, i wonder. i wonder who it could possibly be ..................,,, yes of course it's firstkhao. of course. obviously. if i must be predictable i must; you all know this about me

other contenders include bounprem and earthmix, and other actors i like and care for include tay tawan & mark pakin.

thanks for asking me everyone !! it's been a wonderful 2023 of making friends through this lovely hobby and i care you all very much. mwah

#all gifs in this post are mine #thank you for tagging me everyone <3 #rowan lore #very lazy image ids today im so sorry. im exhausted this week

[brainrotallthewaydown1312]

my friend just got me into Ted lasso earlier this month. slightly before 3×10 came out. it's already one of my favorite shows, which took me by surprise. the only sports shows I've ever liked before have been anime. technically i am half way through season 2 but I'm online so ive seen a lot of spoilers. including how they just handled the ot3 in the finale. and i have a couple thoughts.

before we started the first episode, one of my friends selling points was "there is an ot3 that might actually have a shot at going canon by the end and the end is soon" and before seeing any of it my answer was "you already sold me but don't get your hopes up. it's still made by two massive studios and studios are pussies. and then i watched the first episode and she showed me some clips of Roy and Jamie later in the series and some actor interview clips to explain the ot3 better and i said "I'll tell you exactly what is going to happen. they are going to pull a korrasami. it looks like the writers are writing towards it and the actors and everyone wants it to go that way, but they are at best going to get an episode close to the end where their 'friendship' develops with a few hints and then at the very end of the last episode they will throw an ambiguous bone that could go either way. because that is as far as those studios will allow" and i was exactly right. exactly fucking right.

and I'm happy we got as much as we did with them. it feels like the type of representation you get from a Hollywood movie in the 50s. subtextual but easily readable with a trained eye. and it feels natural for their development. even with the backslide of the fistfight. because real growth isn't linear and theirs has never been either. this feels like a very natural place for them to end and it feels like they are at the start of something that they as characters don't quite understand yet.

but there is a part of me that is still disappointed. the same way part of me was disappointed when i finished leverage and got korrasami'd by that ot3. it's always left ambiguous with polyamory. it's either an ambiguous ending that will go under the studios radar or it's basically a porn from the start (not that there is anything wrong with that side of it either, i just want more variety) Dani got to have 2 girlfriends. and they looked happy. and they were there for a few seconds and they were gone. and we don't know them. Roy and Jamie and Keeley have been at the center of the show since the start and they have been growing towards it the whole time. they deserve something more than being happy together at a celebration. something concrete. something that acknowledges where they are with each other properly.

I'm elated that we weren't told no. I'm elated that Keeley didn't let them make her choose. I'm elated that they looked happy in the end. that they were close. that something that would have been several episodes of drama in season 1 was solved with "fuck we're stupid".

but I'm devastated that it's happened again. that the comfort of the cishet target audience was valued over the narrative value of their growth together. that it's entirely my decision what the ending means yet again. that even in a show that has been bold with it's queer representation, polyamory with actual narrative strength and value is a step too far. that i fell into the same trap I've been falling into since i was a little kid watching avatar. that i saw it coming and was still hit with the full force of it. and I'm so tired.

but i can't wait to get properly caught up. i know it will be a gut punch, but i still love every second with these three. and with everyone else. this show has taken me by surprise in so many ways

#roy x keeley x jamie #ted lasso #ted lasso 3×10 #ted lasso spoilers #roy kent #jamie tartt #keeley jones #ted lasso ot3 #polyamory representation

[talaok]

Steve can’t know(Chapter VIII)

Summary: Steve is your overly-protective older brother that is very opposed to you frequenting the wrong crowd, and especially to you dating Eddie Munson. Still, when you meet each other one day at lunch,it seems there is very little he can do to stop the inevitable.

Chapter summary: Eddie talks to Steve and surprisingly, the two of them may actually have found an agreement. This is all very fluffy, I honestly don't know what has gotten into me

Content warning: none

*This is the last chapter, but there is probably gonna be an epilogue(I'm not ready to say goodbye yet, lol)*

Chapter I  Chapter II Chapter III  Chapter IV  Chapter V  Chapter VI  Chapter VII   Chapter VIII

"We need to talk" Eddie stated. Steve felt like he was about to explode, how dared he even speak to him after all that had happened? But he was also exasperated and tired, these past two had been some of the shittiest days of his life. First finding Eddie in his little sister's room, then kicking him out, and then having to see Y/N so sad and heartbroken. He had never seen her like that and it destroyed him knowing that, partially, it was his fault, but he had done it for her, if only she understood. Steve took a step in Eddie's direction with a threatening expression. "Ok, ok, ok," Eddie said, raising his hands "before you punch me again, I just want to tell you the truth" he said, with a tint of irony in his voice "The truth" Steve repeated, confused and irritated "Yes, the truth" Eddie said, hopeful There was a moment of silence as Steve weighed his options. He could have hit him or he could have actually listened to the guy. He opted for the one where he wouldn't have gotten expelled for beating up someone in the school bathroom and he also realized that maybe, what Eddie had to say might have actually interested him. "whatever" steve said, allowing him to speak Eddie smiled subtly and cleared his throat "All right" he said, enthusiastically. There was a moment of silence "so?" Steve said annoyed "Right, I'm sorry I just didn't think I would have actually gotten this far"Eddie chuckled Another moment of silence "Munson, I swear to g-" Steve was about to lose his patience when Eddie finally started speaking "Look, I know who you think I am. I know that you think that I'm just a druggie who occasionally uses girls just for sex. And to be honest, you aren't completely wrong, well, at least not about the first part" Eddie blurted out, almost out of breath. "Great" Steve said sarcastically, turning to get out of the bathroom "No but wait!" Eddie shouted panicked as he got closer to Steve "Please, listen to me" he said, desperate. Steve turned around again. That was good enough for Eddie "I am all of those things, you are right, but with Y/N... with Y/N it's different" he paused, looking for the right words "I like her Steve. I really, really like her. like really. and- and I'm serious about her and I get why you would think I'm not, but I am" Eddie said, basically begging him at this point "Why should I believe you?" Steve said, skeptical "Why would I be here doing this if what I said wasn't true? Why would I be here telling you that I'm serious about her when I'm not? Why would I be here telling you that she's the first person that has made me feel this way in my entire life and that I cannot lose her, not like this?" he stopped a second "Please Steve, I'm begging you. Shit, if it convinces you I can even come for dinner at your house, meet your parents and all that shit, I'll do anything, I promise. I'll be the best boyfriend you'll have ever seen, just please... please don't take her away from me" Steve sighed deeply "Please, I'm begging you" Eddie said, looking at Steve straight in the eyes Steve turned around and walked to the door. Eddie felt a wave of despair overwhelm him as if a hole had opened up on the floor under him and he had fallen into it. He had fucked it up, like he always did. He looked down as he sighed deeply. Maybe it was for the best, maybe she would have been better without him. "what are you waiting for?" Steve's voice brought him back to reality, out of the dark hole. He looked up at him, confused. "For the record, this doesn't mean that I like you" Steve said, opening the door and gesturing for him to follow.

"Behind the bleachers? "Steve said, puzzled "Yeah man, she goes there sometimes" Eddie said, immediately realizing his mistake "And how exactly would you know that?" Steve said, raising his eyebrow and looking at Eddie, who widened his eyes. "uh- She- uh-" Eddie stuttered "You know what, I don't even wanna know" Steve said exasperated.

This was the second day in a row that you had spent avoiding Steve. You knew you couldn't keep coming to school on foot and spending lunch here behind the bleachers, but you weren't ready to go back to normal yet. You were laying on the grass, smoking a cigarette with your eyes closed when you felt voices coming from the entrance. You were too tired to even look. Whatever, if it's a teacher maybe you'll get suspended and won't have to come here for a while, that wouldn't be that bad. You heard footsteps coming your way. still, you didn't open your eyes. "Y/N" Of great, just great, Steve had found your hiding spot, the only place where you could hide from him at school. Life is really going amazingly lately. You quickly put out the cigarette, you didn't want him to lecture you about that too. "Y/N" this time it wasn't Steve talking Were you having hallucinations? maybe it was the sun. You opened your eyes frowning from how confused you were because you thought you had heard Eddie talking, but that was impossible. That was especially impossible because one second before you had heard Steve, and you highly doubted they could have been in the same environment without having one beat up the other. Well, you must have been having a stroke because as you opened your eyes, that is exactly what you saw, the two of them, the same people who you just had to pull off of each other a little more than 24 hours ago, those same two people were right in front of you, staring down at you. "what's happening?" you asked a little more than confused Steve sighed while Eddie looked at you with a subtle smirk. You were even more confused "Look, Steve, if you want to lecture me again you can save it alright? Yesterday was enough" you said annoyed Steve looked at you like you had hurt him, and you probably had, it pained you too to treat him like this, but he had really fucked it up this time. "no, Y/N, thi-this is actually the opposite of that" Steve said, as if it physically pained him to say it "What are you talking about Steve?" You were starting to lose your patience Steve sighed "Ok. He talked to me" he said gesturing towards Eddie, who had the same look from before on his face "and as much as it hurts me to say it" he paused "he was convincing" Eddie smiled at you, a big and happy smile You were still somewhat confused. Did he just say that? Does this mean you can be together? Your heart was beating way too fast. "what do you mean?" you asked, your mind almost exploding from all the thoughts going through it "I mean he told me that he's serious about you and that he likes you a lot," Steve said. You smiled "you did?" you asked in a soft voice, turning to Eddie. He nodded, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen "he also told me he wants to come to dinner and meet mom" Steve said, looking at Eddie with a severe look. you laughed softly. "so, I guess what I'm saying is that I give you my blessing and all that bullshit" Steve finally said You were about to cry, and if it wasn't for how shocked you were you probably would have. "are you serious?" you asked, your voice breaking. "He's serious, sweetheart" Eddie said, stepping closer to you and putting his hands on your waist. Steve made a disgusted face. You smiled up at Eddie as your eyes filled with tears. He grinned at you and you hugged him. You hugged him so hard he probably couldn't breathe, but you didn't care, he was there, he was there with you and he wasn't going anywhere. You leaned away from him and looked at him through your lashes. He thought his heart was gonna stop, he didn't think he would have ever gotten to hold you so close to him again, and yet, there you were. He knew Steve was right there but he couldn't contain himself. He leaned closer to you and kissed you softly, while he intertwined his hands behind your back. You melted into his touch, it had been a bit more than a day but you had missed his hands on you and his mouth on yours as if it was oxygen for your lungs. "Yeah, ok, that's enough. You have my blessing, but that doesn't mean that I want to witness any of this" steve said looking disgusted gesturing at the two of you. You broke the kiss and chuckled "Thanks, Steve. Really" you said sincerely, looking at him. Steve nodded, and smiled subtly, looking truly glad to finally see you happy again. That expression lasted for about a second before he turned to Eddie with a serious look" Just for the record this doesn't mean you can sleep in her room. and if I find you there again I'll still punch you, we clear?" He said sternly "yes sir" Eddie said sarcastically, clearly holding back a smile. Steve shot him a threatening look. You rolled your eyes " Yes, Steve, it's all clear" you said reassuringly before any of them did anything stupid. Steve looked at you like he wanted to say something else but at the last moment, he decided not to. "well, I guess I'll leave you to it then" He finally said, turning around. Eddie immidiately pulled you closer to him, smirking at you. "Oh, and by the way" Steve turned sharply around, making you jump a bit and turn towards him "don't think that I haven't seen that" Steve said pointing at the cigarette stub on the ground, "if mom finds out you're dead" he said before turning around again, and walking towards the school. You should have cared about that, you should have been worried but it was impossible to feel anything other than happy in Eddie's arms. You looked up at him and smiled, smiled because he was there, smiled because he had the balls to talk to your brother, smiled because you were in his arms again, smiled because you could see him smile too, and finally, you smiled because you were finally happy. Truly, simply happy.

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie #Smut #stranger things #steve harrington #steve and dustin #dustin henderson #stranger things season four #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 #reader x eddie munson #eddie munson x reader

[xo-lesserafim]

FIXING CUPID’s BROKEN HEART

sunghoon long fic

synopsis: Many generations ago, Park Sunghoon’s family were the first ever Anti-Cupid, always causing people to get their heart’s broken. The Parks have 2 rules they must always follow. 1, always stay in their disguise when around mortals, and 2, stay away from their enemies, Cupids and to never engage or worse, fall in love. On February 14, a day full of love and the day where So Y/N, the daughter of the Cupids, had her heart-broken. Having a change of heart for a bit, Sunghoon goes to comfort her, later realizing who he engaged with.

In which Anti-Cupid’s child, accidentally breaks the most important rule his family has, and instead of break a heart, fix a heart (and fall in love)

( very important note, so when i mean like staying in disguise, he has to hide his wings and stuff etc!)

cupid’s match — anti-cupid!enemy!sunghoon x fem!cupid!reader

cupid’s disclaimer — bad jokes/humor, swearing but not ( like fxck to fudge, etc) arguments more to add🤗

cupid’s allies — enhypen, 04 of Ive, Hyujin of stray kids more to add

cupids making – 082523

cupid’s words — 623 for teaser

cupid’s note — WOOO THE TEASER EVERYONE PARTY! idk when imma release the whole thing tho. But i hope soon!

Before you read, and sunghoon’s way to say love around his family is hate “ like i hate you too mom!” and you might be confused on how Sunghoon's parents fell in love if they’re anti-cupids, they broke each-other's hearts. Send an ask if you want more info

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“Sunghoon! What do I always tell you,” his mom yelled. “Always to stay in disguise around mortals, and to never engage with Cupid’s,” he replied, groaning. “Always keep it in your head dear,” Mrs. Park said, smiling. “Anyways, hurry up now, we wouldn’t want you to be late.” “Alright mom,” he said, hurrying up to get his shoes on, slowly tying them. “I’m on my way mom, I hate(love) you,” heading out the door. “Hate you too! Breaks some hearts today.”

February 14, the day he and his family hated. All the love in the air, he wanted it to burn to the ground. “Always try to discreetly ruin a confession,” he reminded himself. He could feel that this year will be the year where there will be many confessions he had to ruin.

He walked into Belift High, disgusted by all the hearts, and all the lovey-dovey stuff, he pushed through it. He noticed you, a huge Valentines enthusiast (and it was your birthday). He just ignored everyone until his best friends, Jay and Jake called for him.

“Happy Valenti-” Jake said as Sunghoon was walking to them. “No,” he replied. He hated those words. “You know how much I hate those words guys.” “If I could, I would delete those words from the dictionary!” “I would ev-.” He almost said as the bell rang. “Dang, whatever but you guys know what I would say.” He said. “Even bring them to a fire world.” Jake and Jay said in sync, walking to their classes.

Y/n’s pov.

“Finally! Class is done, and I get to ask him out!” You thought, excitedly. Hwang Hyunjin. The popular boy of grade grade no, the entire school. Today was the day where you’ll confess to him. You’ve guys grown closer from a project in a class, and you think he actually likes you! I mean you’ve seen glances, and he’s given compliments many times before! You actually think you don’t need to use your arrows or love potions!

You meet up with your friends outside. “Today’s the day huh?” Rei asks. “Obviously! I planned out how this will go. It will go perfectly!” You said excitedly. “Well good luck girl!” Wonyoung said, cheerfully. “And you have to let us know what happens.” Liz adds. “Of course, I would tell you guys everything.” You said. “Oh it’s time to meet him! I’ll see you guys later!”

Hearing Good Lucks and Bye’s while waving at them, you feel confident, but oh how it will go horribly wrong.

“Hyunjin!” You said waving, walking into the cute cafe you’d talk about a lot to him. “Hey YN!” He said, waving. Gosh he is so cute! “Happy Valentine's Day Hyunjin.” You said. “Happy Valentines Day YN” he replied back, smiling. “Here I got you your regular.” He said, giving you your drink. He even remembered your drink order! “Do you know why I wanted to talk to you?’ You ask. “Tell me why.” He says. “I like you Hyunjin.” Silence overcame between. “What?” He asks. “I like you Hyunjin, ever since 6th-,” “I’m sorry but I don’t feel the same.” “What?” “I like Wonyoung…” You and Silence became one person for a bit. “That’s okay!” You said,checking your phone. “Oh, um I have to go tho. But don’t worry! It's completely chill with me.” Paying for your stuff, and dashing out, running to the park nearby.

Walking nearby, Sunghoon saw you run out the cafe, curious about the recent event he ran after you. Seeing you on a bench, crying so hard, he sat by you.

“Are you okay?” Looked up at him.

“Why is he asking me if I’m okay?!”

“Why am I asking her if she’s okay?!”

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Imp!Vega X Pet

The calm before the storm

A short little One Shot of Vega And Pet the night before they go make their move.

Ive been listening to an insanely sad playlist as i wrote this and Imp!Vega has me in a chokehold.

I might write another part to this of them as the Meridian falls.

!! Contains Spoilers for the Imperium and Cataclysm!!

TW: mentions of the end of the world;

Generic Reader

Word Count.  1729

Your eyes follow magically artificial stars on the ceiling as the storm outside the Academy walls rages on. You don't know how long you've been lying in the dark like this. Vega had left after he'd sent you to bed. He  wanted to speak to Avior again, but that was all he had told you. But sleep doesn't come easy to you. Here alone in the darkness the fears that you tried your best to swallow down and bury deep within you keep haunting you, making it hard to breathe.

You were running out of time. Everyone knew. And despite everyone's best efforts, you aren't quite sure anything could be changed. This world is dying.

Taking a shuddering breath you curl up and roll to the side, facing the wall. Staring at the artificial stars only reinforced the knowledge of how long it had been since you had actually seen the Nightsky. Or the sun. Or anything else but stormy rain clouds. 

Your cold fingers move over the soft sheets to wrap around the pillow. Vegas Pillow. You can still make out the faint scent of him as you hug it to your chest. 

After the Academy had been taken over by the resistance you had started to stay here in his room. At first, it was to keep you safe in case they failed. Giving you ample alibi to lie to the imperium. After all, finding a young Electro Energetic trapped in a Sadism Demons room could only mean they had been kept there against their will. 

You hate that Narrative. Time and time again Vega had reinforced that this was the story you would stick to should the plan go up in smoke, and as you had promised him, you would. He had made you repeat the words over and over until you could recite them perfectly. That way you wouldnt waver the moment you would be under pressure.

Every time the words had felt like ash in your mouth. 

A lump forms in your throat at the thought of it. Should the resistance fail it would be a death sentence for all of them. And no matter how Great Vega said he was, the fear for him has you in a constant chokehold.

You know there is no surviving for you should they fail. 

The sound of a rift behind you makes your heart skip a beat. 

Quiet footsteps approach the bed before you feel a dip in the mattress. 

You don't need to turn to know who it is. Your body knows. Your heart would recognize his presence anywhere. Vega makes your core sing.

A quote from a recent book you had read came to mind.

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

When you had read those words then, you had not quite understood the love of Patroclus for Achilles.  

But as a soft hand gently brushes over your hair before tracing over the shell of your ear, you understand. 

“I can tell you're awake, pet.”

His deep voice echoes in your mind softly. He never speaks to you like a human. In the beginning it had felt so strange to have another in your mind. The vulnerability has scared you. There isn't anything anyone can hide from this cruel man that thrived off pain. And yet no one has ever held you with such gentleness.

Vega holds your heart as if it was made of glass. So carefully he cradles it in his hands, it brings tears to your eyes when he isn't looking. His true nature is so different from what he was born to be.

“Look at me.”

A soft spoken command.

Slowly you uncurl and roll on your back to look at him. He is sitting on the bed next to you, his face outlined by the stars on the ceiling. There is no emotion betraying his face. But his eyes hold a softness only meant for you. Never once had anyone looked at you that way.

Your heart clenches at the thought of what lies ahead of him, of the both of you. 

“So many thoughts and fears tying itself up into knots.  Are they keeping you from sleep?”

You nod slowly. There is no need for words. Vega knows how you feel.

Silence falls between you as you lie there, taking him in. You have given this man all of you. Your trust, your heart and your body. And you'd do so over and over again. If he were to be taken away from you what would be left of you then? 

The lump in your throat threatens to choke you.

A warm hand cups your cheek. The touch so endlessly soft it breaks your heart all over again. “Vega…”, you manage to breathe before his thumb seals your lips again.

“I know, my pet.” He says quietly. 

Lifting the blanket with one hand he kicks off his boots with a soft thud, before slowly sliding under the covers next to you. 

Strong arms pull you closer until you're flush against his chest. You're always so surprised how seamlessly your body fits against his, as if you were always meant to be his counterpart. Vegas fingers thread into your hair, massaging your scalp as you settle against his chest, his steady heartbeat thumping in your ear. And for the first time tonight your anxiety eases. Vega was safe. Nothing could touch you in his embrace.

He has  become a lot more physical lately. Soft touches and gentle caresses overweight the rough play of your lovemaking. And everytime you melt into him he seems so surprised, as if he can scarcely believe it.

“We must speak.” He then says and your stomach is in knots again.

You say nothing, your fingers fisting into the fabric of his shirt as you wait for him to continue.

“Vindemiator and his Human have left the Academy. They are no longer willing to fight.”

So they had decided to carve out whatever happiness they can still find in this dying world. You can't say you blame them. If Vega would give you the choice, you don't know what you would choose. In the end it doesn't really matter much. You would go where Vega is.  Again you remember the book you had read. What were Patroclus words again?

“I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.”

“I have spoken to Avior. Our forces are in place. We will make the attempt tomorrow.”

So you have only tonight. Whatever tomorrow may bring, tonight is certain. You exhale the breath you have been holding and bury your face in his chest. You feel Vega chuckle, his chest rumbling underneath you. It always seemed so strange to you that his laughter was the only thing he did just like a human. You had never physically heard his voice out loud unless in such instances.

“Again you fear for me, my soft little pet. I gave you my word that I would not leave you and yet you are so full of fear.”

“I don't fear you will leave me of your own volition.” You finally say. “I fear they will take you away.”

The Imperium had taken so much from you. Nothing had ever been constant.

Another chuckle. “You think I will let them?”

No. he wouldn't. But as much trust as you placed in him, you couldn't help that little voice in the back of your mind telling you what you feared most.

“Tomorrow, everything will change.” He continues. “Whether we succeed or fail, whatever happens tomorrow will rock the foundations of this world. But should we fail, you know what I expect of you.”

You press your eyes shut. Yes, you are well aware. The lies you are to tell are already trained and practiced. 

But what good would these lies be? To ensure survival, for what? A few more days? What life would you live without him anyway? You couldn't go back to how you were before him. “I know what you expect of me.” You reply quietly. “But I cannot do it.”

The hand in your hair stops moving immediately. “What?”

Before you can stop yourself you sit up and face him, all your fears and worries just spilling out of you.

“If you fail, how much more time does this world have? Days? Weeks? I will not spend whatever time I have left denying who you are to me. I will not stay here and call you a monster because that is what they want to hear.”

You barely notice the tears that find their way down your cheeks. “You do not only hold my heart. You are my heart. What do you think will be left of me should you fail?”

Taking his hands you press kisses in his palms. Never once have you talked back to him before. Never once defied any of his wishes. But this, you will stand with this.

“This world is dying, Vega. You know it is and so am i.” You whisper against his skin. “I will not betray my love for you to live one or two more days.”

Vega looks at you and says nothing. Like a statue cast in marble he watches you, motionless. For a moment you don't know if he is debating your punishment or simply stunned by your sudden outbreak.

“I'm sorry...” You manage to whisper. “I didn't mean-”

Vega moves faster than even a vampire could. In a heartbeat you find yourself on your back, his weight pressing you into the mattress. Not another sound could leave you before his lips seal yours in a fierce kiss, your hands pinned above your head with his strong grip.

When he finally allows you to breathe again his forehead rests against yours. “Again you surprise me, darling. So fierce  and determined. So strong regardless of your soft heart.”

His breath is shaky but he releases your wrists so you can wrap them around his neck to pull him closer.

“We will not fail. And regardless of what will happen, I will stay with you until the very end.”

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[savvythepirate]

Amused

Pairing: Hector Barbossa x reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @hahajkjkmfs

The Request:

Yoo Ive got something for Barbossa. In potc 4 theres a scene where he collects a frog and says something about that being his hobby, so I thought if I could request something where Barbossa and the reader talk about the hobby for an example. Or really just anything wheres Barbossa with his lil frogs lol. Thank you!

***

When no one was around Barbossa, he had an entire different personality, it was almost like he was a kid at heart.

No one knew of it, and he had absolutely no intention of revealing that side to the crew, and that included you. You were the only female pirate onboard that Barbossa allowed as he wasn’t too fond of your kind of pirate life. You didn’t steal, nor did you raid anyone at anywhere. Barbossa was anxious to change you and have you learn to do that without a moment’s hesitation and it went as far as rehearing it with each other.

Though Barbossa was a hard ass, you had managed to get him to smile a few times with some of your well known crummy jokes. In your point of view, it seemed as though as Barbossa didn’t or hardly had any light in his life and you wanted to help him change that. There was no bette choice you have made in your life then to join his team, you felt it was the right thing to do and it turns out to be the best choice you had ever made, joining Barbossa’s team. Hearing Barbossa chuckle at the joke you’ve just made to him, and it came as a shock to everyone since no one has ever heard him even giving a small laugh at jokes of their own. You were a little surprised yourself, you thought you were dead meat after telling him the joke instead of finding him to go after you. The first time hearing him laugh yourself, believing that you would never see the day he would actually react like this.

But you did, and nothing more funny comes to pas until one day you found Barbossa in a shithole of a swamp, looking as though he trying to do something childish rather then having that be of his own age. What Barbossa was doing most would see as wrong and not very accepting, having you feel a tad bit shameful of finding it slightly amusing. It was something of an entertainment you haven’t seen since the day you had joined his team. What Barbossa was doing in the filthy swamp was catching all the frogs he could before watching them hop away as he released them after. No one knows, but you sort of had a thing for Barbossa, the thought alone made you blush from feeling shy about it.

The latest frog he captured was able to slip freely from Barbossa’s grasp while hopping back in the lily pad while using it as a stepping stone to a safe haven.

“Dammit!” Barbossa shouts, hunting for more frogs.

While watching this, this takes you a few days back as you both talked about different hobbies that might be fun for you both to do together. You were down for anything, really. However, when you mentioned catching frogs, you were being sarcastic, never didn’t you think Barbossa would take it literally.

It was part of a discussion that came from nowhere, a discussion you had together about those different hobbies and you had the habit to say something you don’t mean, not just with Barbossa, but with anyone you were interacting with. This made it hard for you to fully believe what you were seeing, and as you continued to happily watch, you realize Barbossa had no knowledge of you hiding behind a tree trunk until a few moments later. Barbossa doesn’t become aware until a second frog slips through his fingers once again and begins to curse, a bit more strongly this time.

“That shithead.”

The sound of your laugh had made Barbossa look over your way, a grim expression even though it was you.

“How long have you been spying on me?”

“Not long.” You lie, coming out from behind the tree trunk and moving over to him.

Barbossa raised a questionable eyebrow, obviously not believing what you claim, but he drops the subject.

Just while he moves onto a new one, one you didn’t like to hear.

“Maybe I should start collecting each frog I capture and take them back with us.”

“Uh, no you should not.”

Having you chuckle at your own protesting in a disbelief kind of way.

You weren’t going to let that happen.

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꒰bad dracula !꒱

sumire is breaking the bias of vampires, one attractive fluffy haired boy at a time.

character x character ship

includes sumire & joker !

warnings : slight spoilers for p5r (kasumi // sumire) , might be a lil ooc (?)

word count : 1917

a/n : happy halloween ! ive been really busy this week so this is a bit rushed but i really wanted to get something out for spooky season !! definitely not my best work as i havent written char x char in a hot minute but i hope you still enjoy

the month of october is supposed to be the most important to those like sumire. but truthfully, shed rather it just didnt exist entirely. the holiday season was hardly a celebration, and the young vampire found herself leaving the castle much more often than usual.

it started out as just a distraction, albeit a bad one. staring longingly at the civilians below her, living her ideal life always filled with a sense of envy. it was unfair. why was she unable to be normal? 

she had begun to memorize the silhouettes of the people who would unsuspectingly walk past the mountain her family estate looked out from. however, one boy in particular would always catch her eye. shed only caught a few glances of his face, but that was more than enough to prove that she wanted to get closer to him, and not just his backside.

maybe october wasnt all bad, at the very least sumire was able to blend in with those around her, just as long as her mouth was covered. but not being able to talk would make her seem rude, wouldnt it? that meant approaching the handsome stranger was out of the question, especially because every solution she could come up with was a dead end. this hadnt been the first time shed try to forcibly remove her sharp fangs, and she felt like a bit of an idiot for even attempting again.

one night while walking through town, she came face to face with the stranger, literally. without looking where she was going, she bumped into his taller frame, being launched backwards onto the ground. you know, when she was pondering whether or not she should come talk to him tonight, this wasnt what she had in mind. “oh, my bad! are you okay?” sumire is brought back to reality and realizes that woah, he is very close to her face and is criminally attractive. she almost entirely forgets the one rule she had set for herself, not to speak to anyone, and grabs his extended hand with the most awkward head nod possible. 

“make sure you watch where youre going from now on, some people arent as nice when you bump into them.” he laughs, and there must be literal hearts in the young vampires eyes right now. she covers her mouth, muttering a small “youre right, ill be more careful.” before hes slowly getting closer again. “are you sure youre alright? is your mouth bleeding?” at this point, sumires nerves are on fire, and if this continues hes going to mistake the blush on her face for her running a fever. 

“uhm, yeah im totally fine!” the handsome stranger doesnt seem convinced. “i dont think ive ever seen you around before, but then again im not really from here. im ren by the way, a second year.” sumire is about ready to hit herself over how easy it was to actually get to start a conversation with him, but the fact that she cant be normal is enough of a reason for her to lock herself in the castle for another 100 years. 

“im uhm… sumire. sumire yoshizawa.” he laughed again, something sumires not sure her heart will ever get used to. “yeah, i know. this is yours by the way.” he holds out the id that fell out of her pocket when they bumped into each other. he looks at it once more before handing it to her. “didnt realize you were older than me, my apologies.” shes correcting him before she even realizes what shes doing. “oh! uhm, its actually a fake. im only a first year.” yeah, that sounded believable enough right? what difference is there really between being 15 and 1500? “is that so?  well you surely fooled me, i guess it works.” she scoffs. “oh please, i clearly look way younger than you!”

sumires guard is down, and ren manages a glimpse at what she was so desperately trying to hide in her mouth. “hey thats pretty cool! getting your halloween costume ready?” her heart sinks, but only slightly. how could she be so stupid? of course people wont question it during the holiday season. “well now that you mention it, yeah! pretty realistic right?” “definitely! hey, if youre free, you should come to my friends halloween party!” a party? nobodys ever invited sumire to one of those before. she hasnt even had someone to call a friend before. she cant help herself but excitedly say yes.

they quickly exchange numbers, ren sending both the address and time, before they go their separate ways. those around sumire dont miss her overwhelming excitement for the next week and a half.

its the day before rens friend, ryujis party. hes asked to meet with her before the party so they can arrive together, and sumires heart is on fire. they meet on the hill in front of her familys castle, and calling ren intimidated was an understatement. 

it was a silly idea really, he knew hed never be able to top how realistic sumires costume was, but he thought itd be fun to try anyways. he was not expecting sumire to appear in an extravagant dress, (hopefully) fake blood, and those same perfect fangs. “you really went all out, huh?” she nods. “oh, but dont worry, the red thing is just ketchup!” he smiles. “yeah i figured. whyd you choose a vampire?” 

sumire was afraid hed ask that question. especially since she didnt have a believable enough answer. “...well, my mom calls me a bad dracula. she tells me to be scarier, but im a bit different!” “i think its clever to take a popular costume and make it different!” oh cool, hes clueless. that surely isnt going to get her anywhere.

the walk to ryujis is horribly awkward, for reasons sumire cant quite put her finger on. shes searching for anything to talk about that hopefully wont scare ren away. “you know, ive never been to party before, but i just wanna have fun dancing! especially under the moon like this.” “well dont be scared, some of my friends are a bit much, but i promise that theyre nice people. and im sure youll crush it on the dance floor, youre already dancing in my heart, after all.” there he goes again with that dreamy smile, the one sumire struggles to find the right words around.

her face reddens, and she finds herself hiding herself in his chest. if she werent undead, sumire swears that ren would be the death of her. he wraps his arms around her, along with his long black coat. “you know, its not necessarily easy to walk with you on me like this, not that im complaining or anything.”

in typical ryuji fashion, his party is a tad bit boring, and further proves you cant leave him in charge of anything. after about two hours straight of dancing, ren had decided to ditch the party, in favor of watching the moon. sumire found him on top of the same hill he had met up with her at. “it looks a little bit like youre stalking me.” “thats bold coming from you, since this is basically right in front of my house.” “i guess you got me there. what do your parents do to be able to afford a creepy place like this, anyways?” “well ive already told you dummy. were vampires.” ren laughs. “its almost as amusing as it was the first time. no, but seriously, are they like, in the mafia or something?” sumire shakes her head. “dont you think even if they were i probably wouldnt tell you?”

ren rolls his eyes light heartedly. “fine then, keep your secrets.” she goes to sit down next to ren on the grass.“its not my fault if you dont believe me. i really shouldnt have even been down in the city that one night we bumped into each other anyways.” sumire shrugs. “and why is that? were you grounded or something up in the big spooky tower?” “i mean sort of. my dad always tells me to be colder to humans, but then ill get a stomachache.” she lays her head on rens shoulder.

“.... if youre really a vampire, why havent you bitten me yet?” sumire sighs. “how many times do i have to tell you? im a bad dracula for a reason! i wont ever hurt you, im a vegetarian after all.” her breath on his neck should have been the warning to run, but he found himself believing her words. “its just a little hard to believe, you know? does that mean other supernatural beings exist?” ren got over his doubts and fears surprising quick, and sumire couldnt help but smile at the way his face lit up.

“i can neither confirm nor deny that. but see? isnt it so much better when you ignore the backend talk thats reflected by the moon?” she pouts. “everybody always paints us out to be so bad. i mean sure, some of us are, but then it makes it just that much harder for vampires like me. like, why do i have to wait until cold october nights every year just to go out? fake id and everything?” ren grabs her hand. “well i guess ive just never really thought about it before. especially since i didnt even know you were being for real until about 2 minutes ago.”

“you can feel my fangs if you want to, for you know, more proof.” she blushes at her own words. did she really just say that? ren nods. sumire moves from laying her head on his shoulder to sitting on rens lap, facing him. his touch is gentle, not like hes afraid of her, but more so that he worries any more pressure and shell break like glass. nobodys ever treated sumire like that before, like she was something that needed to be protected.

 his hand rests on her cheek, thumb on her bottom lip. she slowly opens her mouth, attempting to put her fangs on full display. “be careful, theyre sharp.” she mutters. ren mouths an “okay”, before he places his thumb on one of the teeth. he strokes his thumb over it with stars practically in his eyes. “so cool!” he whispers, like anything louder would ruin the moment. sumires face reddens. ren rests his hand on her thigh.

“so.. hypothetically speaking, if you were to bite someone, does the blood go through the fangs like a straw and straight into your body? or do you still have to like… suck it yourself?” sumire blinks slowly. “that sure is… a first. no, theyre not straws…” ren snaps his fingers, a confident smirk on his face. “damn, looks like futaba owes me 20 dollars.” “did you seriously make a bet on that?” she giggles. “well duh, it was the only logical way to solve it.” sumire glares at him playfully. “okay, okay! my bad, dont bite me!”

she gasps, “i would never!” he pats her head. “i know, i know. im just messing with you.” sumire lets out a “hmph!” sound, turning her head away. “oh come on, dont be like that, im sorry.” he gently kisses her cheek, and as soon as its happened its over. ren cant help but smile at how quickly she whips her head back around, face bright red. he was about to apologize until sumire places a soft kiss on his lips.

“there… now were even.”

grrr why are endings so hard :sob: anyways fic is inspired by bad dracula by red velvet teehee im so tired ^^;;

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What I'm HYPED for

Already, it's somehow February 1st. The older I get the more I believe time is a construct with how quickly months, weeks and days go by. 2023 is full of things I'm looking forward too (and many things I'm not yet aware of) so I thought, why not give you guys a little look at the games, movies and tv shows I can't wait for in 2023.

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Diablo IV

Probably my favorite series in gaming, is back once again and with being in the midst of reading 'The Sin War' seeing both Lilith and Inarius being the titular villains in this sequel has me extremely hyped. I have high hopes for the story, but seeing the return to the dark and macabre style, some fantastic visuals, the additions of verticality and a refined skill system lines up Diablo IV as potentially the best in the series.

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Stalker 2

I still remember making a PC just to be able to run Stalker, back in like 2004; being in awe of the atmosphere the game could muster. Now with Stalker 2 finally on the horizon I really hope the team manage to capture that dread and fear of walking through the ZONE and throw some awesome creature design at us.

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Starfield

Sometime 2 years ago I stumbled upon No Man Sky using gamepass and actually found it so much more fun than I expected. Seeing Bethesda basically put their own RPG-heavy spin on that idea has me excited. Although I was never a fan of Skyrim its now 10+ years since that game and if they can blend a great story with some fantastic survival / world building mechanics they've got me.

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Nightingale

Any game that gives me an excuse to be able to play with my best friend is a great game in my eyes and Nightingale looks like a fantastic spin on survival games. The crutch of this one is being able to realm walk between worlds, which hopefully gives us a ton of diversity; from building your base to the weapons and monsters that are their to ruin our day.

I think it's meant to be out in the first-half of 2023, in Early Access anyway so this is one i'll be keeping my fingers crossed for.

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The Invincible

I don't know much about this one, but The Invincible looks to be in the same vain as the fantastic Firewatch. It's an alternative-scifi with you playing a Russian astrobiologist thats stuck on a planet and has to get out. Story heavy games never had me very interested as a teen, but these last few years I've found some fantastic tales spun by the likes of Prey, Dishonored, God of War etc. and I have a feeling The Invincible is going to be another one of those games.

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Nine Sols

This is actually the only game I have ever backed and I don't regret a penny. Imagine Sekiro, but 2D, hand drawn and a rogue like - that's exactly what Nine Sols is. You play Yi, who has to take down the Nine Sols in a asian influences cyberpunk world.

Having played the demo (and some beta) Nine Sols is shaping up incredibly; the combat is looking to be outstanding for a game of this type and I hope the guys deliver on everything I've seen so far.

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The Ranchers

This is one of those unicorn games that apparently and hopefully will be able to do it all. Much like Raft, Grounded or Len's Island this is sort of a farming-simulator / survival game... but multiplayer. From what we've seen from the dev's in early trailers this could potentially be fantastic, with so much detail being on show. I would normally be hesitant with a game that trying to do so much, but having found a love in these more relaxed games of late I really am rooting for The Ranchers.

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The Finals

The only straight up FPS on my list is The Finals by the dev's behind the Battlefield series. This looks nuts. A modern, highly-destructive team FPS where you can literally mash up everything, with some incredible physics defying fights. I've missed a great shooter in the vain of something like a Quake / COD mash up and I think this might be it.

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Banishers: Ghost of New Eden

Ghosts. Ghost hunters. Co-op. That's all you need to know. Or just read my other write up on this here.

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The Killer

The undisputed KING of macabre, serial killers stories David Finicher is back and this time he's bringing Michael Fassbender for the ride. Based on an obscure French comic book, we see Fassbender play the titular Killer, whose conscience comes into play the longer he is away from his last kill. Yup, that's enough for me. I'm in.

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The Flash

This movie is finally coming... who'd believe it after it initially meaning to be realesed in 2018. With Miller spending a good part of 2022 doing his best portrayal of Eobard Thawne; the rumours surrounding Flash are that it's the best DC movie since The Dark Knight. I'm not one for that kind of hype, but the ground work is there. Miller (although a mad man) is clearly a fantastic actor, Keaton is back as Batman and we have Supergirl entering the fray. This could be the best CBM of the year if it lands right, and I think it will.

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Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning

It's another MI film... whats not to look forward too? Cruise has been trying to kill himself for entertainment for a good 20 years and I don't think Dead Reckoning is going to buck the trend. Fully expect this to be awesome.

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Ferrari

After Bale and Damon put on such a masterclass with Ford v Ferrari, there's a lot to live up to for any car-related movie. Yet Ferrari directed by the great Michael Mann, led by Adam Driver has every chance of shaping up deliciously. I love Driver's ability to channel this suave-rage with his characters, something I think will tie nicely into his portrayal of Enzo.

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Killers of the Flower Moon

It's been a while since a film starring DiCaprio had me excited - so a movie about the Osage Murders led by the afromentioned DiCaprio directed by Martin Scorcese could not have come at a better time. Im a sucker for anything with the words serial-killr so I'll be there day one hoping for another masterclass by this duo.

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Air Jordan

Affleck is finally back. It's been years since this man has directed a movie but now he's back with his buddy Matt Damon, telling the story of a Nike salesman trying to capture Michael Jordan for the sports juggernaut.

Say less.

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Argylle

Directed by Mathew Vaughn (of X-Men First Class and Kingsman fame) is a spy movie, sporting Henry Cavill with quite literally the most millitant hair cut known to man. Steve Zahn would be proud.

P.S. theres nothing else out about this movie but thats more than enough for me to be excited.

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True Detective: Night Country

This show is a bit of an oddball. The first season is seen as a classic, the second a huge step back and the third a slow return to form; so can this new season starring Jodie Foster finally rekindle the magic that was season one? It has just about everything going for it, especially the setting; Alaska, during the Winter - a perfect brew for death and mystery. This is one I'll be crossing my fingers for.

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Shogun

A series set in 17th Century Japan, based on the legendary book, led by Hiroyuki Sanada? Oooh you crazy bastard I'M IN. I'm a sucker for stories like this and knowing the ever awesome KANEDA is leading this story of samurai, deception and survival it feels like it was handmade for me - and you can bet I'll be there day one.

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Three Body Problem

The Three Body Problem, might just be the sleeper hit of 2023 if the men behind GoT get this story right. Having read (2 of 3 books) in the series, this is quite possibly the most wild sci-fi story I have ever red. Set in China, during the 1970s (and onwards) the way this story takes such a simply concept about alien contact and flips it on a dime is incredible. Really hope this does well.

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Secret Invasion

I can't believe I'm actually excited for something Marvel, but this espionage thriller led by Samuel L Jackson is it. I have loved the more serious takes Marvel have attempted (The Winter Soldier) and this looks like a straight continuation in vibe and style. Adding Ben Mendehlson, Olvia Colman and more to the cast (with it being a mini-series as well) I fully believe this will be the best thing Marvel does the whole of 2023.

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