#this ran away from me

[odderevents]

I have had a thought. Steve secretly knowing how to play the piano bc he learned as a kid and had to stop bc his dad's an asshole is lovely. I've seen this floating around a few times and I love it. Eddie catching him playing the piano and being so fucking in love with him will never not be perfect.

But.

Consider

Steve playing the Harp.

It's definitely a rich kid instrument. Big ass fucking impractical instrument. Absolutely beautiful to look at and listen to. Hands playing piano is great. But have you ever seen an accomplished harpist? It makes you think impure thoughts about what those fingers can do.

So. Steve secretly knowing how to play the harp

Maybe his mom used to play it, so there's a big harp (the ones with the columns and super intricate base board, not celtic) that's just gathering dust in the basement. Steve started piano lessons, loved learning how to pull music out of an inert object. But his dad decides it's to effeminate, makes him stop. And sure, a harp is a different beast to a piano. But you've still got cords, and Steve's got a pretty decent ear, and he can barely remember seeing his mom play. So one day when he has the house to himself, which isn't an unusual occurrence at this point, he tries it out. And he's admittedly pretty shit at it, but so was he at piano when he started. Only difference is he has no teacher.

So maybe Steve discreetly finds a way to acquire a beginner's practice instructional book for harp. And works on it when he needs to get his brain away from things.

He's even more careful with it than he is with any dirty mags he might later acquire. He knows that worse, much worse than piano, harp is not a masculine instrument and under no circumstances should his father find out about his affinity for it.

It's still his go to when he can't sleep even years later, pulling out the now old and battered booklet of sheet music and exercises. Especially once the upside down bullshit starts. It's soothing and mindless at this point.

The harp that was much too big when he first started with it is now just the right size, it's weight against his shoulder comforting. He can close his eyes and his fingers naturally find where to land and pluck.

Even when he becomes friends with Robbin and then Eddie, both musicians who he knows wouldn't give a damn about him playing a woman's instrument, he can't bring himself to mention it. If he did, they would want to hear him play and he's self-conscious about being self-taught. Both of them play well, they play with other people and people come to listen. He doesn't consider himself a "real" musician. It's just something he does to keep his hands and brain busy on nights where the sheets feel like they're strangling him and the dark reminds him too much of when he can't see not because it's night but because something's hit him in the head again and he can't tell apart the sound of his heartbeat from something pounding through his walls.

So he goes to the basement. Finds his stool. Removes the dust cover. Goes through the meditative motions of tuning it by ear, because that's how he's always done it. And then he plays until the tips of his fingers feel numb. Somehow, he always comes out of it peaceful enough to pass out on the couch in the basement for a couple more hours.

Steve is so used to keeping it a secret he doesn't even think about it when he starts dating Eddie. It's just a thing that's always only been his, and most importantly, it's been vital to keep it that way for so long it's the natural state of things for Steve at this point. It doesn't ever come up. When Steve gets nightmares when he's sleeping with Eddie all he has to do is curl into his boyfriend's chest and feel the warm heartbeat that's not his own to settle back into himself.

The problem arises on a night when Eddie was supposed to stay with Steve but he got held up in Indianapolis when getting a new amp for his guitar. He would come back to Steve but it would be late in the night. Steve has been keeping himself busy all day so he passes out in the early evening on the couch in front of a shitty sitcom he put on to try to distract himself from the empty house.

Nightmares find him, which isn't terribly unusual, but he doesn't have his usual method of coping so he resorts back to his previous habit.

Eddie walks in bone tired after many hours of driving to and from Indianapolis, waiting while the clerk figured out they didn't have the amp he'd been assured over the phone would be available for pickup today, waiting some more while they had the amp driven from a sister shop an hour away because no way was he driving back and forth again to Indianapolis on another day. So yeah. Eddie is beat. All he wants is to dive head first into his boyfriend's impeccable pecs.

He doesn't find Steve waiting with a welcome kiss like he usually would when he walks in. Instead he's greeted with a hauntingly beautiful rendition of the melody of Master of Puppets in a way he's never heard before.

He drops his stuff in the entry hall and goes down to the basement where the music is coming from, curious to see where Steve might have found the recording. Eddie doesn't quite know what to do with himself when he finally lays eyes on Steve, with dried tear stains on his cheeks and his eyes closed as his fingers pluck and strum without hesitation. He's rooted to the spot as he watches Steve work his favorite song in a new and completely heartrending way. He hasn't been able to listen to it since he played it in the upside down. It always brings up the bitter blood tang of the air and the hair raising shrieks of the bats. But this is somehow different, it's soft and melodious but it's still got the same bones.

Eddie feels tears on his own cheeks. He's missed this song goddammit. And he couldn't be happier that it's Steve that's given it back to him

Queue tears and fear and confessions and comfort. Somehow much later in the future there's inexplicably a harp in some of the corroded coffin tracks. And it shouldn't work but it does

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington plays an instrument #steve harrington plays the harp #this ran away from me #it was supposed to be a random idea #sorry if it's disjointed #it's midnight and the idea was not going to let me rest #I'll probably come try to clean it up at some point #i dont even want to imagine the typos #i hate writing on mobile #but once again brain latched on the the idea like a chewtoy and didn't want to give it back #so you unwitting internet denizen are now graced with the aforementioned mess

[spacequokka]

Pairing: ceo!Jongin x journalist!Reader Genre: CEO AU Rating: T for language Summary: You confront him and find you might have bitten off more than you can chew. Word Count: 1.6k 😭 he said fuck a drabble Warnings: invasion of personal space with no clear consent as well as a kiss, ends on a cliffhanger because I'm putting the smut in its own post, they low-key admit to stalking each other, it's a messy situation but I promised i'd share so here we are.

If it hadn’t been for the flash of headlights when he unlocked his car, you wouldn’t have spotted him. Your source swore on his mother’s grave the rumor was true, that he’d seen it himself, and now you owed him five hundred bucks. All in the name of journalism.

One of the more infamous Kims, Jongin was a master of deception. He avoided the paparazzi with ease and turned down all attempts to interview him. But not tonight, not this time. You double checked your recorder was ready and left your hiding spot in the shadows.

“Mr. Kim!” You jogged over, careful not to touch his shiny Maserati lest he accuse you of vandalism on top of harassment. “Fancy seeing you out this late. Got a minute?”

He looked around bewildered until his gaze landed on you and his eyes narrowed as he kept eye contact. “Whatever it is the answer’s ‘no’, ‘no comment’, or ‘fuck off.’”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you muttered as you scrambled to put yourself between him and the driver’s door. “Like what you’re doing here at Oh Sehun’s penthouse at,” you checked your watch, “two in the morning. Wow. Kinda late for any business meetings, isn’t it?” You looked up at him with a smirk. “But then again, aren’t you two ‘sworn rivals’ who refuse to work together?”

“Get out of my way before I call the police.” His voice was monotone, utterly bored even though the show had barely started. “I’ll make sure to have my attorney contact your boss about personal space and stalking.”

“Look, I’ll cut the shit if you do to the same.” You shifted your weight to your other leg as you pulled out a stack of polaroids your source had given you. “It looks like some secret love affair between rivals, but I know better. I’ve seen the numbers after these little visits. Tell me you two aren’t secretly working together to maximize your company’s profits.”

He blinked a few times. “What?”

“Stock manipulation is fraud, Kim. This is so close to insider trading I can smell the SEC crawling out of their sewer hole.” You palmed the recorder hidden in your pocket, reassuring yourself you could do it. You could go in for the kill. “All I have to do is turn in my findings and they’ll jump at the chance to bring you both down. Imagine what it’ll do to your company, your reputation.”

He was quiet as he processed your words, eyes still focused on you. You could almost see the gears in his head turning. When he spoke, his voice was low, just above a whisper that you weren’t sure would pick up on your recorder. “Are you sure you want to go that route?”

The threat left you uneasy, but it wasn’t unexpected. You knew this could happen given who he was and the money he had at his disposal. “Are you? I admit, I’m just one person. If I disappear there’s not many who’d miss me. But once the accusation’s out there, no one will ever let you forget it, especially with the evidence I’ve gathered.”

He blinked a few times as his head slowly tilted to the side. It was possible he’d get violent. You weren’t even sure he was unarmed. You’d had the sense to send a backup of your files to your coworker, Minhee, along with a scheduled email to your supervisor, but you hadn’t processed that meant you wouldn’t see either of them again. A slow smirk curved his lips and he took a step forward into your personal space.

“You’re so brave, you know that?” He put a hand on top of his car over your shoulder and leaned in. “And so smart. Anyone else would keep their distance and make wild assumptions, but not you. Oh, no. You were a good girl and had to be thorough.” One of his cold fingertips traced your cheek. “I have to admit, I admire that level of dedication.”

The switch in his demeanor was sudden. It felt like your head was actually spinning. “I’m sorry?”

“You don’t get to where I am without knowing everyone, _____. And I’ve known about you for a while now.” He reached into your pocket, closed his hand around yours, and pressed stop on the recorder. “I’ve heard all about your exceptional detective work, about your award winning articles, and your addiction to danger.” He bit his bottom lip. “Can I let you in on a little secret?”

Mindfuck couldn’t even begin to cover your mental state at the moment. All you could do was nod dumbly.

He leaned against you, slotting his thigh between yours, and said, “This is the most trouble I’ve ever gone through to get closer to someone.” His fingers lightly traced over your coat before settling on your waist. “Will you make it worth my time?”

You blinked away the stupor and leaned back to look up, bringing your faces mere inches away from each other. “I’m not stupid enough to fall for your schemes. I know what I saw and what I’ve found.”

He nodded. “And I know people who can hack networks and databases and manipulate the information you find. I know your most trusted source would say anything for the right amount of money. For fuck’s sake, I’m the king of the fashion industry. If anyone knows how to set the stage, it’s me.” His hands moved up to your waist and gently pulled you back to him. “Everything you think you know is all a part of my show.”

For the first time since you’d stepped out that night, you felt the cold. The chill seeped through your gloves and boots and into your skin, right down to the bone. “B-bullshit. You’re full of—”

“I could be, sure. You’re more than welcome to file a report. Go public and tell the world how I’m a wolf in sheep’s skin. My PR team and lawyers will have it all swept away by the time you go to sleep.” He shrugged. “Whatever makes you feel better. I won’t hold it against you. As long as you’ll reward me for working so hard.”

You put a hand on his chest with barely enough push behind it to keep him from getting closer. “Reward you? How would I—”

“Come home with me, pretty girl.” His voice dropped to a murmur as his thigh moved higher. “Just give me one night. Need to see you spread out on my bed, tangled in my sheets. Gotta know how you taste, what sounds you make.”

You grabbed his arms and squeezed. “You want me to believe you risked your reputation just to get me in bed? That’s outrageous!”

The lust in his eyes gave way to a confused frown. “I take it flattery doesn’t do it for you?”

“Not when it’s obvious bullshit. I’ll take my chances.” You pushed a little harder and he took a step back, putting his hands into the pockets of his slacks to adjust them. Popping a boner to sell his story was a bit much, but maybe he was really committed to the lie. You’d heard of stories of millionaires getting into kinky, stupid shit because they were bored and could wipe their ass with money. If this wasn’t some clever way to cover his ass and keep the SEC out of his business, it was entirely possible he’d really orchestrated everything. But for you? Nah.

Unless…

“Can you prove it?” It took a lot of willpower to look him in the eyes and not shy away. “Can you prove everything you’ve done? To trick me, I mean. Prove to me you’re not committing fraud.”

That smile returned. “Of course. I accounted for your skepticism, and since I was already leaving a trail for you to follow, made a backup on a flash drive. Of course, that’s at my place.” His eyes trailed down your body and back up. “It’s just a short ride from here.”

“You want me to follow you to your place?” You poked a thumb in the direction of your car.

He shook his head. “It’d be much easier if you just rode with me.” He gestured to his car. “Just hop in and we’ll be on our way.”

You threw up your hands. “If you’re gonna kill me, just do it here and be done with it! Or let me go home so you can pay someone else to do it.”

“I already told you. How many other ways do I need to spell it out for you?” He took a step forward. “I’ve had my eyes on you.” Another step. “And l want you bad enough to go through all this trouble,” he caged you up against his car, “just to get you right here, just like this. I wanna kiss you so bad, pretty girl. Bet you taste better than I imagine. The innocent ones always do.”

He leaned in and you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t ignore the growing spark of desire he’d ignited. His lips were cold, but the way he moaned upon contact with yours was enough to forget the sensation. His hands cradled your head, keeping you in place as he ghosted his lips over your mouth. A quick swipe of his tongue left a chill over your bottom lip before he pulled away.

“Don’t make me get on my knees and beg, baby. Get in the car.”

⟨⟨ Series ML || Group ML || Next ⟩⟩

#exo-writers-net #kvanity #exo ceo au #exo as rich kids #exo imagines #exo scenarios #ceo!jongin #jongin x reader #jongin x you #exo smut #jongin smut #kai x reader #kai x you #kai smut #exo kai #exo jongin #this ran away from me #it had hands #he doesn't allow me to drabble

[herequeerexitentialfear]

😈 Woljif for Georgie?

<333 gonna go for the Dark Moon Rising, or well the very end of it.

[okay this turned into Georgie musing on their whole friendship over time<3 and fairly long<3 but its in the context that quest.]

"Hey no gramps, i've been watching the chief for a long time, and after all hes done and said, hes never once lied to me. Not ever. He was on my side when no-one else was" - Woljif

Georgie felt his heart ache in his chest, a wound soothed by the purple teiflings words. his heart had been numb when he was told Woljif had run during the attack, gone cold, covered with frost, tight and small in his chest.

Still, he had believed. Still hoped his chosen brother was out there, was doing well.

He hated to admit it, but when he met the one eyed devil, some foolish part of him had hoped it was him, disguised and lying to his face.

He had missed him so much, at every flash of dark hair and horns, he had stopped to stare. the mirrors in his quarters were covered with spare bed-sheets, lest he mistake his reflection for another's.

It took him being gone to realize just how similar they looked. That broke through the frost and numb, a lance of pain. in another world they could have been blood brothers, in another world he could have grown up a country lad, not a city rat. In another world he could have grown up happier.

He hadn't cared about Woljifs seeming betrayal, and maybe it means her majesty was right, but in that moment, with the relief of finding that he was alive, of seeing him again, he was willing to accept him even if he had defected.

He didn't have to, instead his little brother had a mad plan, one that worked, and more importantly, he came back! Woljif was back by his side, on the councils, on the streets. it meant everything, but still the frost didn't fully disappear.

Now it was gone, the fire in his words burning away the last lingering crystals of doubt.

His heart ached. the fact that so few people had been on Woljifs side in his life, in a way that meant Georgie was the only one to go so far for him, to earn that trust. Still, he was honored, so honored, by that trust, to be the one on his side, to be someone whose never lied to him. So honored that the prickly youth he knew not long ago, with his to aware eyes and years of experience with the worst of this world, saw him as someone who never had lied to him.

His words were failing him, to get across the joy and relief and love his heart swelled with at Woljifs words. At the trust he had been given.

He meant every word, that he needed Woljif, needed his friends, to win. To make anything of what he'd been given, to bring good and joy into this world, he needed his little brother.

#<3333333 thank you for this!! #was so much fun!! #Georgie loves Woljif soo sooo much. #'yea no i dont care if hes a cultist now the crusaders are gonna have to DEAL hes my lil bro' #Woljif made the lil brother joke once and Georgie has ran with it. #thebirdwrites #woljif jefto #georgie #georgie heartwood #i may or may not have been close to tears when woljif say he trusts georgie and that georgies never lied to him #and has been on his side when no one else was!!!!! #let me hug you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #this ran away from me

[martysrory]

t: burn my tongue, mix it up or give it to me straight. Turn me on make say..... || @andrxasmarty

The funny thing about post partum was when she managed to get her own confidence back. If anyone asked her when it happened, she'd say she had no idea but today she was glad she had her confident self back. And the first order of business was to wake her handsome husband up the way she knew he had missed since having kids. With the girls and their son over at his sister's, she was free to let her wild nature out. She took a peek out her bathroom door to make sure he was still asleep. She closed the door again and made sure her lipstick hadn't stained and perfected her cat eye already knowing Andy enjoyed when she'd make her green eyes pop. Satisfied with her look she took another quick glance at her outfit and let out a content sigh. The sight of the silky garment made her smirk and made her way out to the room.

A melodic song came from her even though he was the one who had the singing chops and the musical talent, she knew when she sang he'd turn to putty. He was after all asking her to sing more often. Now was a good a time as ever.

She let the silky red lace number graze through her fingers as she stalked her prey. Sometimes a little nudge was all that was needed. A gentle whisper unfurled like soft sin inside the inner shell of his ear. A smirk crossed over her features as that had him stirring. Her fingers touched his skin and that had ignited lightening to strike nearby which charged the air. Her eyes glanced down at the fine golden hairs along Andy's arm rise and noticed how heavily he was breathing. She hadn't even done anything yet and he was already putty in her hands.

Di fell sideways on the bed as she nibbled the side of his neck and rested her forehead against his. Her lips worked their way down his neck, making him gasp when she hit that spot. She couldn’t see the smile he placed against her skin, but she was damn sure it was smug. She was about to call him out on it when he applied a little suction back. After that she couldn’t remember what she’d been about to say; let alone think about chastising him for breaking the contact rule.

That was until he said it, that is. Said it in that low, sexy way that made her knees entirely useless and her brain short circuit. ❛Diana. ❜ His teeth scraped the soft spot just across her clavicle, one of her weaker spots he was well attuned to. God, if she didn't have a plan already in motion she'd have made this the catalyst for said plan. She forgot to breathe. His kisses were so damn intense they actually shut off her entire system.

She licked his bottom lip, and with a content gasp coming from her, he slipped his tongue inside. Andy's mouth was warm, wet and hot. Their tongues danced together to a slow, melodic rhythm, with Di in the lead. Sleek and smooth movements, tongues greeting palates and teeth clanking together - it was everything and more.

Andy's hands traveled down her sides, tenderly gliding along her curvy figure. Her supple breasts pressed against his chest captured his attention, and when he squeezed them lightly, he earned a stifled moan from his wife. "Andreas," she mumbled into the open-mouthed kiss. "Fuck," She found herself shamelessly grinding, the soft fabric of the lacy number pressing against them in just the right ways. Their hips were moving together, grinding, and seeking more friction. Diana mewled into Andy"s mouth from the pleasure.

"Andreas, " She began, voice breathless and hoarse, eyes gleaming with something unknown, yet strangely familiar. Andy bit his lip enticingly and gestured for her to go on. "I want you." Her hand wandered down between them, clumsy, drowsy, but overall teasing movements steadily trailing behind her fingertips. "Wanna feel you, Andreas." Those nimble fingers of hers traced the outline of his boxers damp where the tip was pressing uncomfortably against it. Andy reduced his voice to a small whisper. He was now breathing against Diana's neck again, whose skin was a midtone complexion, dark and tempting.

As he dug his fingernails deeper into the skin, he replaced the faded scratches that sheltered the curve of her back. The burning streaks were divine in their own wretched ways.

Diana was breathing irregularly, with occasional low grunts of pleasure. He crawled down her body, unintentionally scrunching up the duvet at their feet. He planted featherlight kisses alongside gis wife's collarbone until he reached the loose strings of her lacy number. He hooked his fingers under the hem and pulled downwards. His mouth watered at the sight. He leisurely wrapped his calloused fingers around the base, leaned in, and kissed her chest. His lips were dry, the texture kindling this intense feeling of eros in Diana.

He curved his tongue and pressed it flush against the underside of her breasts. A mischievous flick over the nub and she was whining like a cur in the jarring cold. Andy circled his tongue over the underside of the other breast, right where it met in the middle. She lit up with pleasure. " please," she urged. "More."

Diana was very vocal during sex, and he loved it - loved how a simple touch or movement made her shiver and shake with pleasure, not to mention how responsive she was. She never missed a beat on praising him, purring sweet nothings in his ear or touching his back. So, naturally, as soon as he complied to the request, taking the nub into his mouth and sucking lightly. He swirled his tongue around it, obscene sounds filling the air, enveloping them completely. She brought her trembling hand down to grip his hair, tugging at a handful of strands. Andy moaned around her supple breasts eagerly like they were the last meal on earth.

Oral with them was always messy but it did give her hope that with him letting loose here and now, like he was a man desperate to find water in a hot desert, that it meant he was more than willing to cater to her needs.

#from the production company that brought you rocking boat is rocking. #lemon #tell me again and i'll breathe your name ( andy.) #hc hc hc hc hc hc oh lord hc #I would say I'm sorry for this but you know we not ehehhehehehehehehehhehehegegge. #She IS the spicy noodle. #Andy jfc my dude #THIS RAN AWAY FROM ME #also good morning for you and andy love you sooooo much #sets us up for t o come 😈🤗 #i2g getting her to spill what happens was 🤯🥵 #about to call him desperado teheg

[pearl-blue-musings]

@hisgoodpuppy and I are losing our collective minds thinking of piano playing prince shinsou who is more active at night, stays in his castle during the day not really wanting to interact with people who have wayward thoughts about him

But most nights, he sneaks out to the local tavern in disguise, playing the piano that happened to catch you, bartender reader, by surprise. Who is this mysterious man that comes in every night playing the most beautiful she’s ever heard? You always offer him a free drink but he insists on paying, saying seeing your reactions to the music is what makes him come back every night. But one night, some less than ideal gentlemen hassle you about a tab and try to give you trouble, but shinsou swoops in and saves the day, however he gets a little hurt in the process. You can’t just leave him like this, so you take him into the back after the unruly guests have left. You end up treating his wounds and due to closeness, you have to take off his mask and you’re left awestruck at the sight of the prince, who let you come this close to him.

“Can you keep a secret?” A low whisper by candlelight as you hold his gaze. You nod slowly and he smirks up at you. “Good, if you reveal who I am I may have you executed.” He pauses when you gasp and lets out a little chuckle. “Kidding,” he puts his hand on the back of his neck.

You can’t help but admire how beautiful he looks like this, something you want to keep to yourself. You smile and whisper back, “so long as you keep playing here, your secret is safe with me.”

#elle’s musical moots #victoria 💋 #aahhhhhh #shinsouuuu #prince au #prince!shinsou #pianist!shinsou #this ran away from me

[lewmagoo]

For the Sleepover, can I request “I know it hurts, love. You’ll be okay.” (the first one from the Whump list) with Floydsin? 💖

it was bad. bob knew it was. he tried to hide his concern from jake, but it was futile. bob was terrible at masking his emotions. his face always revealed his feelings. but this instance was life or death, and bob was terrified. his hands were pressed against jake’s side, where a nasty wound was causing crimson to stain the dark green of his flight suit. they’d gone down together, with bob manning the backseat. he’d come out relatively unscathed, save for a pretty deep gash on his shoulder and some other cuts and bruises. but jake hadn’t been so lucky. there was no sugarcoating it; if he didn’t get help soon, he was going to die.

bob was trying to put as much pressure as possible on the wound to slow the bleeding. however, he couldn’t pretend jake’s growls of pain didn’t slice into his heart like a sharp dagger. “i’m sorry,” bob apologized, gazing into the blonde’s face. “i-i-i know it hurts, love. you’ll be okay.” but jake let out a breath, which may have been intended to be a laugh, but it was all he could manage. “will i?” he asked. bob closed his eyes for a moment. “you have to be. i need you to be,” he whispered in reply. jake groaned again, taking a shuddering breath. “stop lyin’ to yourself, bobby. it’s bad, i can see it on your face. i’ll pr-probably be gone before search and rescue even get a read on our location.”

but bob was unwilling to accept that. “no!” he cried. “no. don’t talk like that. i won’t let you die.” at which jake gave him a hard stare. “what, are you god now? you can suddenly stop death from happening?” there was more venom in his tone than he intended. he felt bad when it made bob cry. “please, stop. i don’t…i can’t…jake, i can’t lose you!” jake finally placed his hand over bob’s, quieting his cries. “bobby, you’ll be okay without me. i promise.” but how could jake say such a thing when bob felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest? he was losing the greatest love of his life and he was unwilling to accept it.

“please,” bob whimpered. “just hold on a little longer.” but he was fading fast. jake had always been so vibrant and intense and larger than life. but now, he seemed so small as bob held him in his arms. in fact, he looked more like a wounded little boy than anything. there were tears glimmering in his eyes. they slipped down the sides of his face. he was trying to be brave, but he was scared. and he knew he couldn’t hold on, not the way bob wanted him too. he was so weak, and he could not fight the inevitable. “l-listen to me,” he whispered. “i love you, bobby floyd. do-don’t you ever forget that.”

“i love you too!” bob wailed, afraid that if he didn’t say it, he’d regret it for the rest of his life. “but please, don’t do this! stay with me!” however, jake was already gone. his body grew heavier still in bob’s arms, and the other man knew there was nothing that could be done now. so he remained there, huddled over the one he loved, the one he’d always love, and he sobbed brokenly, like a wounded animal. and that was how search and rescue found him. they had to physically pull him away because he refused to let jake go. letting him go meant that this was real. jake seresin was dead, and bob was left behind to pick up the pieces of his own broken heart.

#asks #floydsin #this ran away from me #leah’s sleepover

[thebigfudanshi]

So this is a really stupid idea for an origin. Bite me if you make fun but all the rest a yas (like one person) can keep on if you'd like to. You can skip to the part in brackets for all RAE but there's an explanation for Dook's behavior in my idea below this.

So I have a poodle, this comes into play. So my dog, Phoebe, she acts completely normal around me, and for the most part the rest of the family. She gets a little excited to see her human "grandparents" but nothing too bad.

But... Here's the thing. Everybody in my house is under 5'6 and we're all AFAB. So we all have quite feminine voices still. Whenever cis men come in the house, I've seen this with three people, Phoebe goes insane. The first issue with that is peeing everywhere but that's not gonna pertain to my idea. But whenever someone, say my best friend comes over, she gets super excited, and she runs over and she pees, yes, but what catches my eye is how her floppy ears slick back, and her tail goes crazy, and she gets all haunched and stuff and she'll even sit down despite, the mess, just to get smaller. My best friend is literally like, 5'9, he is goddamn massive to me (5'3) If the guy makes even a little movement that isn't slow and calm as much as he tries, she freaks out and she runs off and continues the mess.

I know exactly what the behavior is. It's submission. Normal dog stuff for her, it's something I'm working on with positive training.

(Okay here's the RAE part)

I feel kinda terrible I wanna do that to Dook. Like not me doing it specifically, but I wanna like. Write it. Beach Bear is tall as shit, yeah? So is my best friend. You see where I'm going?

My idea is that it's around whenever Dook would've joined. I imagine he's the last to join because he was drawn as dingo in certain showbiz pictures and a mug or two with his beta design. Anyway, if he was the last to join, I could honestly imagine he found the gig in a damn newspaper, or one of the group walked up to him like "you look like you play drums. You play drums?" And he's like "aww yeah I play some slamming drums." And Fatz I guess is just like "cool, come play and we'll see."

So Dook like, walks into the place where they record, and he's getting introduced like "that's Mitzi. Touch her and you die." And little Mitzi's already making herself comfy with Dook by like, petting him or something like kids (11 yr olds?) Would do. And Rolfe's all snarky with his meeting cause that's just his default demeanor, and I feel like that's where Dook and Rolfe would start a friendly canine rivalry. He remeets fatz under his own description as the leader, all puffing out his suit coat. And Billy bobs all nice and sweet and takes his hand to greet him like he did all the others like "great to meet our new drummer." And he picks up Choo Choo's little hand cause he's holding him, and Dook takes his tiny hand to shake because mans adores kids, And Dook's all caught up with the rest of them and meeting people, and he's seen Billy Bob so, here's all the band.

And then Fatz points literally a foot to his side and hes like. "Oh yeah, and that's Beach Bear." And Dook turns to him, like to his leg essentially and he's like. "Yo I thought you had weird decoration skills. You name em too?" And Beach Bear like, whacks an ear like "I am very alive."

And Dook looks up at him and he's met with the single tallest mf he's ever seen in his life, and he just, goes completely submissive because 'Jesus Christ that's not weird decoration?' And then 'oh my god I've been standing next to someone and ignored them for like ten minutes' and also 'HOLY FUCK THATS A BIG BITCH!'

So Dook's like mentally devolving and at the same time he's unconsciously like, trying to look smaller, and his ears are like, swaying all wonky cause they can't figure out whether to cower back or bounce around like mad, and they slick back, and he's all wagging and confused and hunching into himself but he's literally smiling like crazy and Beach Bear's like 'Dude, you look like youre gonna throw up, are you getting vertigo just lookin' at me?' And he's all joking and flirty because he deals with this with every new person he meets, and Dook's like "nah I'm getting butterflies just lookin' at cha what the fuck? How??? You are massive! Oh my god you're amazing. Amazing tall!" Just waving at his fucking everything cause hes GIGANTIC. And I feel like Dook's gotta have a thing for tall people, because he dated a pitbull and those are definitely bigger then cavaliers/beagles and I hc he loves poodles too because 80s and jgjhebdigns

Basically Dook falls head over heels instantly and he's doing the whole run and dance of the submission thing (minus the gross parts), and I feel like ROLFE would be the one to point it out. Because he's a bit of an ass sometimes, but I also feel like Rolfe knows everything about wolf/dog mannerisms specifically to not get caught doing them. So he'd point it out like "Did you seriously not see him? That's the first thing I saw when I came in. Are you gonna start freaking out when I stand next to you too?" Cause Rolfe's like 6'0 and Dook goes all indignant, crossing his arms. "I saw him! And I thought he was a lamp. Big deal. I'm not freaking out. Youre the one whos- staring." And he like, grabs his tail cause it's swinging like crazy but he keeps fuckin missing it and Rolfe's smirk just progressively smears wider and Dook's going red cause he can't grab his goddamn tail and now Beach Bear's looking at him funny and he just gives up, stamps a foot and crosses his arms and he's like "I don't appreciate how I'm being treated."

And Billy Bob starts laughing and he puts an arm on Fatz shoulder. "He's gonna fit right in, don't you think?" Fatz says and Billy bobs nodding like, "yeah, he's gonna get right under Rolfe's shirt like the other two." And he's pointing between Dook, beach and Mitzi who have kinda crowded on one side, and they're devolving into fucking with Rolfe and Rolfes fucking with them back, and Mitzi's like, switching between hurling words at Rolfe to visciously question Dook and he doesn't have time to answer any of them because she's swapping like a multitask queen, And Looney Bird pops out his can blazing drunk like "WHOOOO ROCKAFIRE EXPLOSION!"

and that's how the origin goes ppbt.

#this ran away from me #but i love it #and if i ever write it im doing it like this #rock afire explosion #dook larue #beach bear #beok #the origin but its beok #gay animatronics #bi animatronics

[wtfuckevenknows]

Kiss prompt!!! 2 for Tarlos ♥️

I know who you are, you sneaky little anon you, and I would like to sincerely thank you for giving me this prompt because a) I can procrastinate some more b) it gave me an excuse to bring Lily back!!!

Remember when I said these were gonna be 100-200 words?! Good times, this is 737 words 😂😭

2: a kiss good night

After it was decided that TK and Carlos would take Lily home with them, to foster her for now, TK went into the precinct to grab Carlos' things.  

They borrowed a car seat but were soon presented with their first challenge. Carlos would have to let go of Lily. Carlos would have preferred to just hold her on the short drive to the loft, but he knew he couldn't do that. He very briefly considered walking the whole way, but quickly dismissed the idea. 

He was going to have to let go of her again eventually, and she couldn't be clinging to him forever, even though he wouldn't mind that in the slightest. 

Once TK had installed the seat; ex-firefighters were handy to keep around; he gently lowered Lily into the seat before gently prying her fingers off his uniform shirt. The moment she wasn't latched onto him anymore she started waking up and crying.  

Carlos, angel that he was, tried to soothe her in soft spoken English and Spanish but nothing really helped. In the end, he just buckled her in and got into the car, sitting down next to her, telling TK to drive. 

Whatever he tried, Lily wouldn't stop crying and TK could see tears forming in his husbands eyes when he looked into the rearview mirror while waiting at a red light.

Carlos was holding Lily’s hand, trying to give her as much comfort as he could in the confines of the car, but she cried the whole way home.

As soon as TK put the car in park in the underground garage, Carlos and Lily were unbuckled and Lily was back in Carlos arms, being rocked gently. She stopped crying immediately. 

Inside the loft Carlos stopped in the middle of the living room, not knowing what to do. Sensing how frayed his husband's nerves were, TK took charge, suggesting, “Why don’t you two get comfortable on the couch and I’ll order us something to eat. I’ll text the group chat and our parents. You just make sure Lily is okay.” 

Carlos looked up at TK and pressed a grateful kiss to the corner of TK’s mouth, sitting down on the couch with Lily, after one handedly taking off his utility belt. From where TK was glued to his phone in the kitchen he could make out the gentle timbre of Carlos' voice, speaking softly to Lily, explaining where they were and that she was safe. 

Figuring every kid loves pasta, he ordered dinner from an Italian restaurant before letting their friends and family know about the little girl they were fostering for now. They all wanted to know what exactly happened, how they could help. 

TK replied that he’d get back to them tomorrow, but that they’d definitely need clothes for Lily, taking up Judd and Grace’s offer to stop by with some old clothes of Charlie later on. 

Once dinner was eaten, he could see both Carlos and Lily flagging. It had been an emotional day for all of them, but definitely more so for those two. Right now, TK was kind of just along for the ride, but he knew it wouldn't stay that way. He was content to watch his husband bond with their little girl, helping the two of them in whatever way he could. His time would come, he was sure of that. 

He corralled them into going to bed early, both of them knowing that Lily would sleep in their bed for the foreseeable future, no matter at what point they’d acquire a toddler bed for her. 

After a quick pit stop in the bathroom, where Lily let TK hold her for a minute, eyes never leaving Carlos while he changed though, they were crawling into bed. 

Carlos was lying on his usual side of the bed, Lily right next to him, smack in the middle. TK made sure they were both tugged in before laying down on top of the blanket on Lily’s other side, wanting to stay with them until they fell asleep. He gave Carlos a kiss goodnight over Lily’s head, before pressing a featherlight kiss into the little girl's hair. 

Once he was sure they were both fast asleep he sneaked out of bed and softly slid the bedroom door closed behind him. 

TK got to work cleaning up their leftovers and the rubbish from dinner while waiting for Judd and Grace.

Lily is also in one of the other prompts (here) and in my latest fic You're my butterfly.

You can find the other prompt fills here or on ao3.

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

#this ran away from me #oops #sooooorry #me? writing? what a concept #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #kiss prompts

[jtl07]

Supercorptober 2022 Day 10: Ice

(wanted to try my hand at 2nd pov and post-reveal reconciliation from a 3rd party observer... also started posting these on ao3 btw)

They don't come by your bar often but you know them both by name (Lena tips too well to forget and just as unforgettable is the genuine kindness of Kara's smile). Lena's already sitting at the counter, scotch well in hand, when Kara steps up beside her to make an order. It's your first time seeing them together, though they're not really. Together.

They both startle and their eyes catch each other's like a knit sweater on an exposed nail, a breath away from either unraveling or releasing a static charge strong enough to level the entire building. Lena looks away first. Kara coughs, fiddles with her glasses, then restarts the order she had choked on.

You make the drink quickly, watching them watch each other without watching. You drop off the drink in front of Kara and drop back from the counter to give them enough space but close enough just in case (in case of what you're not quite sure, nor are you sure on who's behalf you'd rather step in for).

You're too far to hear their conversation but you can read the tension plainly. It's stilted and chilly and lasts mere minutes. The sound of ice clinking against the side of the glass as she finishes her drink always precedes Lena's departure and it's no different this night.

Kara doesn't watch her leave, just watches the ice as it settles in Lena's now empty glass. To your surprise, though, you find something that looks like relief on her face.

*

The next night plays out just as stilted but with a sort of expectation; so goes the next time after that as well. Every couple of evenings, (whether it's by design or by chance you're not sure) you watch them find each other here in the dark of your bar.

Sometimes there are moments when it looks like Lena will either hurl her glass at Kara or cry into it; there are moments when Kara will replace her glass with her own hands, white knuckled and jaw grimly set. They never raise their voices, though there are nights when you'll catch surreptitious wiping of tears (you make sure the napkin holder is full and within arm's reach of both of them; it's the most you'll let yourself do. The rest, you know, is up to them).

Sometimes their conversation last but a few minutes; sometimes they go into the double digits. Lena always leaves first, ice clinking against the side of the glass before she slides off of her perch. Never a second glance behind her. Kara doesn't watch her leave (but something in you knows somehow that she's listening).

*

One night, Kara arrives but Lena's not there, which surprises you. If it surprises Kara, she doesn't show it - at least, not the ways you think to look, at first. You realize that the nonchalance itself is the tell - the way she doesn't look to the chair on her left that Lena typically occupies, doesn't check her phone or her watch or the clock on the side of the wall, doesn't turn to look through the crowd. Every now and then she'll sip her drink, but she does little else but simply exist.

An hour in, you're about to ask her if she'd like another drink when Kara straightens suddenly. Before you can ask what's wrong, you spot her: Lena, across the room, her eyes locked on Kara's back. A mix of emotions tumbles across her face and she pauses to seemingly take a breath. Finally, her expression smooths into a fragile sort of stillness that holds as she takes her seat. Then she looks at Kara.

Kara's turned towards Lena, away from you enough that you can't see her face but Lena can and -

It's not that Lena's expression breaks. It doesn't shatter or burst. It's a veil pushed back, a nail wrenched free, a pulled thread that cannot be returned.

But it's accompanied with a smile. It's tentative and nervous, wavering at the edges, but it's a smile nonetheless.

Neither of them notice when you set down Lena's glass of scotch. They both ask for another drink later, and Lena picks up the tab.

It's the longest you've seen them talk.

*

You watch them return night after night, their shoulders slowly turning away from the bar, heads tilting towards each other. There's both an ease and a strength to them now; they meet each other's eyes more and more.

One night, they leave together.

*

The next time they stop by, they spend more time talking than drinking, more time with their hands on each other than the glasses in front of them. On a busy night like tonight, you'd normally be a little bit annoyed. But you can't help but remember that first night and think of how different they seem, how different they are, and how much they've done to get here.

When Lena tries to pay, you tell them it's on the house; when she insists, so do you, saying that they reminded you to believe in love.

[Supercorptober 2022 prompts]

#supercorp #supercorp fic #supercorptober #supercorptober22 #this ran away from me #not exactly what i envisioned but hey it's a shot #anything to get back to writing #my writing #supercorptober2022

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

please share the thoughts

agatha being this carefree and curious witch who explores magic for fun but once you show her the darkhold it twists that curiosity into an obsession with power that grows stronger every night you meet her 😵‍💫

also, demonstrating certain spells on her and in turn allowing her to practice them on you 😏🤤

-👻

Let me know if you want the alternative thoughts I had that were sparked by your ask as well! ❤️

Warnings: contains minor smut, mentions/allusion of abuse

You realizing how vulnerable Agatha is when she one day shows up sobbing on your doorstep about not being good enough.

"maybe you're just not being allowed to practice the right sort of witchcraft"

Poisoning her against her mother, slowly and carefully.

It shouldn't be very hard, but Evanora (quite literally as you eventually learn) had beaten Agatha into submission, doing her best to mold Agatha into who she thinks her daughter ought to be.

Agatha thrives off of learning dark magic

It calls to her in a way other witchcraft hasn't

She also has a budding crush on you

At first she thought it was the new form of witchcraft, that it just simply makes one feel like they're on fire and desperate to be touched

Turns out, it's just you

She figures it out when she finally gets brave enough to practice dark magic alone

After realizing this, she becomes an adorable mess for you, constantly tripping over her words and feet, blushing whenever you brush against her

She's not very subtle, you pick up on it fairly easily

So you find an excuse to 'help' position her, and you can hear how her breath catches as your front brushes up against her back

"you know, you just had to ask for me to touch you like this, you don't need to pretend to need help getting your body into the right position"

Agatha is stuttering trying to deny it, but when you give her neck an open mouthed kiss her own moan cuts her off

"there are some spells we haven't talked about, I didn't think you'd be interested, but now..."

"what spells?"

"pleasurable ones"

Agatha asks you to demonstrate, she doesn't quite believe you

You predict her needs and tell her to hold onto your shoulders, turning her around, before flicking a hand

Agatha's knees buckle as you magically stimulate her, her mouth opening wide in a big 'o'

She's always been innocent in most other things before, like magic and her understanding of the world, and this is just one more thing you take and claim for yourself, guiding Agatha forward on the dark path you've set for the two of you to share

You don't let up the spell until her eyes roll up and she collapses

She awakens in your bed, surrounded by the scent of you

She realizes it's because you're holding her against your chest, lightly dozing

She gently shakes you awake

"can I do that to you"

You smile at her, before asking her if she wouldn't rather undress you first

Agatha's eyes are big and round and so full of want and lust

They're pits ringed with ocean blue

You direct her to leave bruises and hickies as she slowly rids you of your clothes

"don't be scared of hurting me. I want you to mark me"

She gets rough fast, and surprises you by biting sharply into your skin, hard enough to draw blood

When she realizes she rushes to apologize but stops when you let out an unrestrained moan

Needless to say practicing dark magic quickly falls to the wayside for a few weeks while you learn each other's bodies and how to being the other the most amount of pleasure possible

You start to incorporate teaching her dark magic into it once you realized how hooked she is

"you're really just a slut, aren't you" you'd laugh, teasing as Agatha desperately whines "so willing to do anything I say as long as you get to have my fingers or tongue buried in you"

One day Agatha comes storming in, furious and angry

"someone's having a bad day"

"shut up"

You raise a brow. "Is that how you speak to me?"

"I said shut up"

You appraise her before you find the answer you're looking for

You get on your knees

Agatha is startled

"I- what?"

"you need to blow off some steam." You explain. "And to feel like you can control something. So use me. Tell me what to do, and I'll listen. I'll be your perfect fuckdoll."

Agatha doesn't want to admit how wet that makes her, but goddess is she dripping

"unless of course you want to continue to give up contr-"

You're cut off by Agatha squeezing your cheeks painfully, jerking your head up to meet her gaze.

"I thought I told you to shut up, bitch"

You're unbearably turned on by the dark look in her eyes

You do your best to nod, and Agatha smiles sharply as she lets go of you

It won't always be like this, you won't always let Agatha be in charge, but if it'll help further push her to become the darkest possible version of herself that you could see? You'd gladly pay any price as long as she stayed yours.

When she's brutally fucking into you with three of her fingers, it happens. Your magics connect on an intimate level, and you both peak at the exact same split second as Agatha's magic feeds off of yours, utter ecstasy coursing through the two of you

"more" Agatha gasps once she's able to draw breath into her lungs. "I need more."

She craves the dark magic now, can feel how powerful it is as it courses through her

"feed off of the darkhold" is what you say. Magic like that is so saturated in darkness that if Agatha were to do it she'd never be able to turn away from the dark magic

She'd also never be able to turn away from you, from the high your once pure magic can give her that the book can't, something you ensured by carefully ensuring there will always be a part of your magic that goes whole and untouched

It's not any wonder to you when the next month Agatha stumbles into your room in the middle of the night, babbling about how she accidentally killed her entire coven, how her mother's corpse now lays rotting in the middle of the forest

You guide her to lay down, and she doesn't realize what you're doing until you thrust into her, having fashioned a strap on out of magic, and she can't help the way she moans, how her eyes roll as you manage to somehow stroke that spot deep inside her

"you might not want to admit it" you whisper against her lips "but you're dripping wet. I'm willing to bet it's because murdering people turns you on"

And Agatha hates how right you are, hates that she realized how arousing it was to consume not just another's magic, but their life magic, hates how close she is from it all

She cries as she comes undone around you, she cries as she begs you to continue to make her body feel good, cries as she thinks about how she doesn't regret the deaths, but regrets her lack of ability to be good

She cries as she wishes she had more witches to feed on, cries because she wants the power so badly it hurts, and cries as she asks you to infuse her blood into the darkhold so she can fill the void that now sings inside her, demanding to be fed

You kiss every tear away, whispering reassurances and promises and

"use it. Use their deaths as a sacrifice to the god Chthon and ask that he bless you with more power"

After that, Agatha is no long quite human. But neither are you, as she had insisted the both of you be blessed, since you're the one to have helped her, the only person to love her as she is, and not as who you wanted her to be (what Agatha doesn't know won't hurt her)

And the death of an entire coven, one that Agatha was bound to by blood? A worthy sacrifice indeed.

Agatha is insatiable after that, constantly needing you, and you find yourself absolutely loving how desperate she is, how it gives you a thrill every time you remember how innocent she once was and how it was your guiding hand that corrupted her into a creature of your own doing

"you're perfect" youll tell her

"and you, my love, are without flaw" she'll purr back

And there is not a single person able to convince either of you otherwise

#this ran away from me #i also have an alternative that I started to write but realized it headed in a completely different direction so #i might post that one later #also hello! #youre my first emoji anons this is very exciting for me #c: agatha #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #sky writes #sky's runaway responses #sky's inbox #sky's 👻 anon #(this way only your asks should pop up when you search for them!) #sky replies #sky answers #sky rambles #technically so I'm adding it #also I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted I'm exhausted so this is what happens

[snaketrue]

                                                            the sun is bright in the midnight sky, dark blue cast across the horizion, gold melts into the bright azul sea. time is often lost on him now, it’s a rather complex problem, time, so often changing before it can be really studied, but so often seen as the same.    @astrapure​ is not of the mind.     he thinks idly, though where the thought comes from oliver isn’t sure, so often his thoughts get muddled with other’s, like paint, the colors become muddled: it’s hard to tell where one starts and the other ends.

“ I have to know. Is this real? ”

                                                            “ REAL ? ”    the mimicry is question in it’s own right, eyes fall on the girl, far more often than not oliver often wonders that himself. what makes a place real ? it is not something that can be held, rolled in the palm of your hand and examined from all angles.  “ is real a matter of fact or fiction ? perhaps a matter of opinion. perspective often skews what men believe to be the truth but then . . . truth wasn’t your question, was it ? ”   he blinks once, twice and oliver bird is of himself again, the sun beating down on suit clad shoulders, hot in the afternoon sky.    “ reality is a matter of perspective, my dear. ”   the faster you learn that, the better.

#astrapure #this ran away from me #i hope it uhhh makes /some/ sense #* ✧ . 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ‚ in character .

[crunchchute]

My Sam & Max cosplay I debuted at a local con during the weekend!

#wasnt wearing leg padding in these so sorry sams a bit skinny #sam and max #cosplay #crunchchute art #my art #i could remake the pants and jacket entirely but that would be quite hard actually. i suck at making jackets especially #so those are just thrifted and edited #lots of color differences that bug me but. oh well #pants and jacket arent that different but its noticeable in these pics #as well as maxs hands and feet. theyre slightly lighter as the fabric i used is better quality #but i ran out of the stuff i used on his body etc and i couldnt buy more from that store as they took their sweet time shipping the stuff #oh well. didnt make them for a competition so its okay #im my own biggest hater and my own biggest critic #at the end of the day i made a handful of people really happy and thats all that matters to me #gotta share them every chance i get as i usually just make a cos #wear it to the con and then put it on the shelf #but im too happy with these to just hide them away after #they need a good scrub and after that id like to bring them to another con. next main goal is viecc but thats just a maybe right now

[bibxrbie]

"Luke Skywalker isn’t like the old Jedi. He saves Vader with his attachments!”

Wrong!

Luke Skywalker, at the end of Return of the Jedi, after his confrontation with the Emperor drags Darth Vader through the destructing Death Star. He’s desperate, knuckles white under the heavy weight of his father’s body, a little boy dragging his dad to safety. He sets Vader down for a moment, to catch his breath or maybe to get a better grip. He goes to grab Vader again, but Vader, uncomfortable and in pain, asks Luke to take off the mask. He wants to see Luke through his eyes instead of the eyes Palpatine built for him. Luke refuses, says that removing the mask is a sure way for Vader to die. Luke doesn’t want Vader dead, he wants Vader alive. Not to hold him accountable for his many evil acts, but for the same reason why Luke Skywalker can’t kill Darth Vader; Vader is his father and Luke loves him.

And yet, after a moment, Luke removes Vader’s mask. He doesn’t want to, he hesitates, but he removes the mask with enough slowness to allow Vader to take it back. In that moment, Luke sets aside his desire for Vader in his life, sets aside his desire to see him live, and sets aside his entire mission, the reason he was even on the Death Star in the place. In his compassion for his father, Luke stays with Vader until he dies. It is this moment where we see him be the best damn Jedi he can be. I’d even argue that this moment is the greatest example of non-attached love we see. Because Luke lets Vader go! He lets his father die, and in some ways, by removing the mask, he too kills Vader, he stays with him until his last moment, gives him the kindness of granting his last wish and finally chooses Vader.

And Luke doesn’t have to do this. If Luke Skywalker’s love for his father was an attachment, he would ignore Vader and continue dragging him to the escape pod, put his desire for a father as his central focus and ignore Vader’s wants and discomfort. Maybe he would even save him. But he doesn’t. Instead, he watches as Vader dies.

He builds a Jedi burial for his father and watches it burn the remnants of Vader and Anakin Skywalker away. He mourns Vader, he mourns what they could’ve had as father and son, considers what ifs and maybe-if-I-did-this. Vader/ Anakin is released from his mortal body, from his ‘crude matter’ and Luke lets him go. He says one final goodbye to Anakin. Then, he joins Leia, Han, Chewie, Lando, and the rest of the Rebels and celebrates their victory. He lives in the present and celebrates what he has instead of what he lost.

Luke Skywalker is THE Jedi. Everything about Luke Skywalker serves as the foundational cornerstone of the Jedi, everything about the Jedi as a culture and philosophy is reflected in his character. Luke’s desire for the New Jedi Order isn’t to throw away the values of the old Order, but to vitalise them, breathe life back into dying lungs, and rebuild a path that people set out on their way to destroy. (Yes, his Order is different from the Old, but that’s because it has to be. He doesn’t have the resources or the safety of the Old Order.) The philosophies of the Jedi are difficult and they aren’t for everyone, and like the perfect Jedi that Luke is, he struggles and stumbles and sometimes he even rejects it. But, no matter how far he falls, it is a way of life he chooses again and again and again. It is a way of life that welcomes him back each time

#luke skywalker #star wars #pro jedi #jedi positive #luke skywalker meta #luke skywalker loves being a jedi and i'm so tired of people pretending he doesn't #I hate you 'time-travel fics where Luke judges the Order for how they've handled things' #Luke would be the people's padawan actually chasing everyone down to acquire every bit of knowledge that they have #star wars meta #jedi order #the jedi #anakin skywalker #darth vader #the original trilogy #a new hope #empire strikes back #return of the jedi #if I tell you that luke outgrows anakin/vader? if I tell you that Vader is just the start of his Jedi growth and the end of it? then what? #Iong post #it kind of ran away from me

[yuanology]

m!reader fingering afab!geto while being 100% aware gojo's watching through the crack of the door so he decides to show gojo how sensitive his friend is and geto ends up squirting?? (lowkey embarrassed i wrote this, but yknow ignore it if you want😅)

what the Fuck .

gojo satoru was not a virtuous man. far from it, in fact. as a self-made god, satoru existed on a plane far above morality and whatever other human concept was created to define right and wrong. within infinity and the insurmountable power residing in it, there was only the man who wielded it and the humanity confining it.

even so, satoru still knew deep within his heart—the trembling, still beating thing residing underneath the constricts of his ribs—that he should not be doing this; that he should not be staying.

but satoru was not a virtuous man, and so he stayed.

because there, past the thin crack of the door, was his best friend—the same one he had known from childhood, the same one who had walked with him through the ins and outs of darkness—with his clothes stripped clean, thrown messily around the room, both of his feet planted flat on the bed, and his back arching off the mattress in a pleasured arch. between his legs, slick and heavy with evidence of his own debauchery, stood you—fully dressed, only the first two buttons of your collar open.

satoru knew of you. it was impossible not to. you were older than the both of them. when they were freshly entering their first year, you'd already matured where you existed in your third one. satoru himself had barely spared you a glance but in retrospect, he did remember suguru mentioning once or twice that he was training with you on the side.

fuck, satoru thought, dazed. if he had known this was what 'training' involved, he would have listened a bit better on what suguru had to say about you.

because you were holding his thighs apart, well-practiced fingers relentlessly pushing past suguru's slick folds, producing the loudest squelching noises. satoru couldn't see very well from this angle, but he could hear the sounds his best friend was making; fucked up and high-pitched, whiney in a way satoru had never heard him speak before.

suguru cried out your name, breathless and panting. "please," he was begging you, sounding close to tears. "please, no more."

you leaned in, mouth brushing over suguru's chest as you whispered your response. satoru couldn't hear you, even as his ears strained to catch a wisp of your words. but whatever it was, it must not be good because suguru is letting out a loud whine, one the turned into the strangled beginnings of a scream when satoru noticed that you had begun to pick up pace.

oh my god.

just as satoru took the first hesitant half step backwards, swaying in place, he hears your drawled out voice—cutting, brave, unyielding.

"now, where do you think you're going, satoru?"

satoru stiffened, and he realised that he wasn't the only one. suguru did, too—his body locking up as a new flush crawled across his skin. satoru had half the mind to apologise to his best friend in his head, a chant of i'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msuchashittyfriend looping in his head as if it could forgive him for not only being a pervert, but also for intruding on his best friend's secret.

satoru cleared his throat. he wanted to make an excuse, to apologise, but all that could tumble out of his throat was a hoarse, "um."

suguru let out a high whine at the sound of satoru's voice, as if he was spurred on by his audience. his back arched, his mouth parting as a deep sound escaped him. satoru watched, mesmerised, as the muscle on suguru's body rippled at the motion, your hands never once faltering in its ministrations.

"come here for a minute, satoru." your voice was calm, collected and almost clinical. as if you didn't practically have your entire fist buried in between suguru's slick folds, your thumb nudging at where satoru guessed must be suguru's clit if suguru's high pitched whimpers were anything to go by. "i need your opinion on something."

satoru swallowed thickly as he was drawn into the room, his motions dumb as if he was a mere puppet on your string. as he moved closer, he realised that there was more to the scene that he couldn't earlier see from his post by the door.

suguru's cunt was fucking drooling, slick dripping all over the place as his hips canted in the air as if to escape and to move closer to the pleasure. his hole would no doubt he gaping if you pulled your hand out, hungry for more. your thumb covered his clit wholly, rubbing at it mercilessly.

satoru felt himself twitching in his pants, throat working around the words stuck in his lungs.

"what do you need?" satoru asked, his voice wrecked. he would be embarrassed by it if it wasn't promptly drowned out by the sound of suguru's choked out noises.

without thinking, satoru moved a hand to rest on suguru's thigh, at the sight of his best friend in distress. he didn't realise what a great mistake it was until suguru did a full body shudder, a ragged gasp leaving him. satoru couldn't fucking breathe.

clearly, you didn't share the same sentiment because you were speaking again. "suguru wants me to stop, but i personally think he can come one more time," you said casually, as if this was a common conversation to have with just about anyone.

suguru let out a weak whimper, pathetic and desperate in a way satoru never knew him to be, at the sound of your words. you must have been trying to convince him about this for a while then.

stiffly, satoru nodded, not quite knowing how to react. "okay," he said dumbly.

he wasn't looking at you, too entranced by the sight of suguru with his legs spread wide open and his messy cunt being on full display, but he could hear the smile in your voice when you said, "well, what do you think? can he come one more time?"

satoru opened his mouth, a half-baked answer on the tip of his tongue, when he was interrupted by the sound of suguru's babbling.

"no. no, please. no more." there were tears in his eyes, dripping down his cheeks prettily, satoru noticed. suguru looked a mess, his hair a halo around his head and his hips lifted in the air as if he was nothing more than a cheap whore. satoru thought he was beautiful. "please. i can't. don't make me. please, please, please, pl—"

his words promptly turned into a loud scream, half-pained and half-pleasured, and satoru's head whipped around to look at the source of it. he swallowed thickly when his eyes dropped from suguru's face to his engorged clit, where your thumb was no longer rubbing at but rather, your earlier free hand was now gently tugging at the hood over it.

holy shit, satoru thought, his head spinning. because he just watched you pinch suguru's clit. you pinched suguru's clit. judging from the nonchalance of your gesture and the way suguru didn't try to fight back, instead canting his hips higher, this was something that you did often.

satoru was going to die. holy shit.

"shh, suguru," you reprimanded, silencing suguru's desperate sobs with a gentle pat to his thigh. suguru sniffled, but he stopped letting out those depressing sounds. "it's not you i'm talking to."

suddenly reminded that he owed you the debt of an answer, he blurted out an answer before he could think twice. "he can," satoru replied. "he's an overachiever, the dumbass. he can come another time."

suguru let out a loud sob at his answer, one that sounded a lot like betrayal.

satoru couldn't properly apologise to him, though, because your lips were curling into a sharp grin, looking like a cat who caught the canary, and satoru couldn't help but think that maybe, he was just in as big of a trouble as suguru was. maybe, with his answer, satoru had condemned not just his best friend, but himself as well.

you pulled your hand out of suguru with a lewd squelch, one that made satoru flush all the way to the roots of his hair—and oh god, he hadn't even realised he could burn up even more—and the way that suguru whimpered, both devastated and relieved by the loss, wasn't helping.

you took a step backwards, letting suguru's body drop onto the mattress. you gestured towards the now empty space between suguru's thighs. "on your knees, satoru. hands behind your back."

satoru couldn't do anything but comply. he dropped to his knees, his hands behind his back and his eyes now at level with suguru's fucked out cunt. holy shit. suguru was twitching, his pretty clit engorged and swollen from the earlier abuse and fucking pierced apparently. satoru exhaled sharply at the sight, his breath fanning across suguru's folds, and earning himself a short, aborted whine from suguru. oh my god.

satoru almost flinched when he felt your hand card through his hair, tangling your fingers into the strands as he guided your face closer to suguru's gushing pussy. "go on," you ordered him, your voice gentled by the sound of melodious laughter. "eat him."

thank you for the meal, satoru thought dazedly as his face was guided closer and closer, until he was buried in suguru's cunt and lapping up the taste of his best friend.

the response was immediate—suguru's thighs started quivering on either side of satoru's head, moving to rest on satoru's shoulders and pulling him in as if to suffocate him. satoru didn't mind, taking that as an unspoken order to start eating his best friend out like his life depended on it.

he didn't bother with hesitating or testing the waters. he licked a broad strip up the length of suguru's cunt, dipping in between his folds to gather the slick there at the centre of his tongue. satoru moaned at the taste, and he was immediately greeted by the feeling of suguru's walls squeezing around him as suguru met him with his own weak whimper.

"suguru's already sensitive." that was you again. there was notable amusement in your voice. "want me to help you make him come faster?"

satoru should say no. he wanted to stay buried in suguru's cunt forever, eating his best friend out until he was shaking all over the place. he wanted to make his best friend feel so good that he stopped being satoru's suguru and instead started becoming your suguru with satoru instead.

but he could hear his best friend's pleas even above the sound of his pounding heartbeat, the sound of suguru's suffering, and he couldn't let this keep going for much longer.

he nodded, the bridge of his nose bumping over suguru's clit in the process. suguru's thighs squeezed around him, a whimper escaping, and satoru quickly drew circles on suguru's hips in apology.

you, on the other hand, didn't seem to have the same courtesy as you told him, "suck on his clit, then open your jaw wide."

satoru obeyed even though he didn't really understand why you were telling him to do that, knowing that you likely understood suguru's body more than he did in this matter.

he pursed his lips around suguru's clit, sucking on it firmly, before he let his jaw drop open.

oh.

oh, holy fuck.

because suguru was squirting directly into his mouth, making a mess out of the lower side of his face, and satoru could only kneel there, his mouth wide open as he swallowed all of his best friend's slick juices. his head was light, and he couldn't breathe—both from the suffocation and the fact that geto suguru, his best friend, his one and only, just fucking squirted into his mouth.

when suguru finally let him free, thighs unlocking from around his head and limply falling onto the edge of the bed. satoru leaned back, unable to process what just happened, when he heard you speak again.

"don't forget your manners, suguru."

it was quiet for a moment, then he heard the small, almost shy, voice of his best friend. "thank you, satoru," suguru mumbled.

"you're welcome," satoru replied, his voice sounding fucked over. he couldn't correct himself just yet, though, his head still reeling.

he was still on his knees as he watched you rearrange suguru on the bed, peppering soft kisses onto his face and his collarbone and his chest in stark contrast to the way you had treated him earlier. there was the lull of soft conversation passing between the both of you, one that satoru didn't try being a voyeur of.

he was content with just kneeling there, his head filled with cotton and static. he didn't even bother with touching himself, still too entranced by the feeling of this all happening.

finally, your footsteps drew close to him. he tilted his head as he watched you approach him. you cupped his chin, tilting his head back to meet your gaze.

"messy," you noted, but the corners of your mouth were quirked into a smile. "but suguru's always been messy." satoru didn't have any response to that, so he simply nodded stupidly. somehow, that must be the right answer because you laughed.

you took a step back, taking a seat onto the edge of the bed. satoru's eyes tracked your movement almost curiously. he frowned when you patted your lap, as if you were expecting something from him.

"over my knee," you said. "i think fifteen should do. usually, i'd give more, but i'm assuming you're new to the scene, hm? don't forget to count."

satoru blinked dumbly. he stayed rooted on his knees. "what?" he asked hoarsely.

you raised a brow at him. "oh, satoru," you said, your voice placating. "did you really think that i was going to let you go unpunished just like that? over my knee. fifteen spanks and i want you to count."

when he still did nothing, your gaze darkened and your voice grew firm. "now, satoru."

oh, satoru thought smartly.

swallowing thickly, he moved to comply.

#once again . this ran away from me #idk if this was what you wanted anon but the idea of satoru eating suguru out literally invaded my brain i'm sorry #literally insane holy shitttt #sub jjk #sub geto suguru #sub gojo satoru #dom reader #top reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru #( asks. ) #( thirsts. )

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@steddieas-shegoes :)

the media and fans have a field day with it. steve and eddie have been public for years yet there's pictures all over twitter of steve cozied up in a booth in the corner of whatever bar, tucked tight into gareth's side under his arm with eddie nowhere in sight. a different fan posts a tiktok of them from a different angle and a little closer and you can clearly see that steve is drunk. his eyes shine unfocused in the camera flash and his cheeks are flushed. in the video he laughs loudly at something and just before one of cc's security guards blocks the view, steve leans in and buries his face in gareth's neck and gareth's fingers go to his hair.

the cheating allegations come out after that. article after article with the photo on the front page but it's nothing but radio silence from the band's twitter. no statement from eddie or gareth. fans think they're hashing it out behind the scenes and are preparing themselves for gareth's exit statement from the band or for the news to hit of steve and eddie breaking up.

none of that happens.

gareth stays in the band, steve and eddie go on like normal. they're papped in a starbucks in new york looking just as much in love as they were before the scandal. eddie and gareth don't behave any different in the videos they post of each other or on stage.

it kind of dies down after that- until a video goes up on the band's youtube one afternoon, shot that morning.

they try to keep themselves as authentic as they can, show the fans that not everything is sunshine and rainbows in the industry, and that they're real people who do real people things, too.

in the video, someone knocks on a hotel door and jeff answers. he says something that's purposefully scripted very badly and it gets a laugh out of the guys. the video shows them walking into jeff's room and it's revealed that it's a room tour. they pan around the corner into the main room and there's a lump in the bed.

there's no awkward silence between them, just a laugh from freak and a "jeeeff, it's almost ten a.m." and then eddie's pulling back the covers to reveal a slumbering steve.

people watching expect the footage to cut off abruptly or for eddie to angrily demand the situation, but again, it doesn't happen. he just laughs and squats down on the side of the bed and runs his hand through steve's hair until he wakes up.

"hey, sweetheart," he says, his voice dripping with fondness as he smiles a syrupy smile that hundreds of fans have dreampt of being on the receiving end of. "have a good sleep?"

they see steve reach out and pull eddie in by the head for a kiss. the video goes back to its scheduled programing after that, eddie following steve into the bathroom to get ready.

they don't do many interviews in the span of all this happening so fans and the media are left wondering what in the world is going on between the five of them. the boys act the same on stage every night without any signs of jealousy between them.

and then steve is photographed wearing a hoodie that fans can clearly see belongs to freak just from the size alone. neither steve or freak are small guys, but the garment is like a dress on steve. it almost goes down to his knees and the arms hang at least three inches passed his hands. it threatens to hang off of one shoulder but goddamn does steve look cozy and comfortable, burrowing into the hood pulled over his head like a little hamster.

the hoodie isn't what gets their attention, though.

it's the fact that the picture is from the band's soundcheck, to the band's twitter, and that steve is sitting on gareth's lap at his drum kit, while wearing the hoodie, and while eddie is leaning down and kissing him. gareth doesn't look put off by it. he's looking somewhere off camera and laughing but his hand is still on steve's waist and steve's is tangled in eddie's wild hair.

it answers all and none of everyone's questions.

#cj talks #this sort of ran away from me lmao #steddie #corroded coffin