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aethelwyneleigh27 · 3 months

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Realizations

Dad!Simon Ghost Riley x Wife!Reader

Thank you guys so much for 1k, it means the whole world for me because now once did I expect to ever have my page grown this big and not once had I imagined that I would make these many friends here who happened to be so sweet. Also to @connorsui who has been most definitely been waiting the answer to this.

So in honor of 1k, I wrote this long awaited backstory for Ghost and Lovie (Ghostie's parents) that I hope you guys will enjoy since it so happens that our beloved @ave661 has posted another Dad!Ghost render. (Credits to her again for the renders in this post <3) (Sweetie, I love you but that tag on Soap with this render was unnecessary 😭🫶)

To the people who congratulated me, through replies, likes and reblogs, I owe y'all a fat kiss. Mwahhh <333

My CoD Masterlist

Taglist: @wishesforyou @puff0o0 @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @09maruchan @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @cutenote @connorsui @capuccino192 @thesnowurzikdjinn @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb @celestialhole @trepaika @starryylies @demidemon09

Warnings/Disclaimers: Stalking (not by Simon), Typical mentions of CoD violence?, Mentions of Simon's past abuse, Creepy guy?? (Not Simon), Mentions of violent and a bit gory descriptions on what wanted to do to the stalker, This is not proofread yet.

With the words of my mother and in true reputation style, Are you ready for it?

I think I need to say this on my account again, English is NOT my first language and all copyrights regarding the plot and some characters within the storyline belong to me. Edit: please help me y'all, I'm losing so much relevance in the span of less than a month, my recent works have gotten nothing and I'm scared that this post proves that. I think I've learned my lesson never to take breaks ever again 😭

Simon never imagined himself in this predicament, always thinking that he'd be out there somewhere, more likely drowning himself in a mission. Not even a home, he thought that if it hadn't for your persuasiveness to interact with him back then then he'd still be back in that shitty apartment complex.

Simon placed his duffle bag on the wood of the porch, the jingling of his keys while he looked for the correct one. He tried his best to make as little noise as possible, it was passed midnight, the last thing he would want was to disturb his wife and daughter from resting.

Hauling the duffle bag in and throwing it on the couch, Simon opt to see what his girls were up to. The giggling and commotion making him smile, you both were supposed to be asleep by now but you were unable to put her to rest because she's just too hyper, so that left you to entertain her by tossing her up and catching her.

"Dada..!" A squeal from the room came, the little one snapping her head to the opening of the door making you look as well, Simon took a peek from the half-way opened door.

Adorable little thing clapping her hands together, pleased that her dad is home while sitting on her mom. She got off, crawling near the edge of the bed with no sense of danger, fortunate for her that her dad is quick with catching her before you could.

You took a deep breath from the shock, looking at your husband and smiling sweetly at him. He asked you not to get off the bed as you were about to, laying next to you he snakes his arm underneath you on your waist and pulls you in.

"I missed my girls.." He said, voice deep and laced with exhaustion, despite that his hold and gaze was the warmest it could be.

"We missed you too Si, so much." You mumbled as your eyes flutter shut to enjoy his touch. You opened them to the sound of a kiss, he kissed the little one's forehead then yours.

Sometimes you vaguely remember the first time he and you met, how it even came to be, this life of domesticity. You, him and your little girl, family is a heavy word for Simon but it was just perfect. This was the family he wanted, the family that he thought he didn't deserve and never would have.

The feeling of coming home to all this started because you were so forgetful, who knew that would be the skill that brought you to him..?

• ──── ✦ ──── •

He emptied his pockets, to the lieutenant's dismay, the box of cigarettes only had one stick left. Since he was going out to smoke it anyway, he might as well get another box from the convenience store nearby. He took his keys from the kitchen counter and headed out, hearing a little commotion that peeked his interest.

Simon never paid much mind to whatever was going on within his apartment building despite the many gossips that were present within the building and the renters. So it happens that the old lady next to his place mentions how they'll be a new tenant in the other apartment next to his.

'Thank God' Simon thought, not that he was particularly religious but he'd been hoping for the longest time for the former renter to leave because let's be honest, who wants to live next to a frat boy with no sense of shame or consideration given that walls are thin? Little did he know he'd be blessed with the next one..

"Oh- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to.." Simon hears a voice from a little below him, he'd only register what had happened after the fact. Poor girl carrying this box bumped into him a little too hard, so much so that she stumbled back a bit.

You stared up to the 6'4 man blinking, he only shrugged it off to which you smiled to. You tried to make small talk since you were new and it wouldn't hurt to at least know one person right? After all, you were trying to step out a bit of your comfort zone.

"Hi.. I'm [Name].." He only stared at you for a while and replied, "Simon.." you gave him a warm smile before nodding and continuing to bring the boxes into your new apartment while your new neighbor entered the elevator.

You cut the boxes open to start unpacking, a few minutes in and you decided to go on a short break, you rummaged through the small box of food only to find that the recently bought box of tea was empty. You sighed at this, humming as you remembered the convenience store you passed by earlier on the way to the apartment.

Taking your keys and locking the door behind you, you made your way out the complex and walked a few blocks, you only started to notice how late it was with the streetlights coming on even though the sun is only about to set. That's something to get used to, hmm?

The cool breeze hits your skin as you enter, scent of faint instant coffee and many other kinds of foods and products made themselves known. You walked around for a while, checking on what other things you might need but then you tried to remind yourself that you were saving up and on a budget so you took a box of tea and walked up to the register.

You heard footsteps behind you falling in line, after placing the box on the counter, you searched your pockets for your wallet.

'Shit..!' you cursed yourself out mentally trying not to panic as Simon basically watches you frantically patting your pockets, you left your wallet back at the apartment. "You left your wallet-" Simon stated the obvious, "I'll cover it.." there wasn't even a time to argue with him, he just stepped next to you and placed the pack of cigarettes.

"I'll pay you back as soon as we get back to the apartment" You insisted to which Simon only shrugged and declined, it's just a box of tea and it's not like it'll make him go bankrupt, besides he liked your taste, the one you got happened to be his favorite brand.

Since you were headed in the same place anyway, you and Simon walked back together side by side, however one thing you did find odd was when he gently took you wrist and pulled you inward next to him, he was the one now closest to the road.

The walk back was silent, a comfortable silence. A few days after that encounter, you made sure to make an effort for him to know that you appreciated his gesture back at the convenience store. The lieutenant was alarmed by the knock on his door, opening it to find no person but a tupperware filled with buttery shortbread cookies.

He smiled at how tiny the plastic container looked in his hands, how he noticed the note attached "Thanks for the tea, this isn't that special but I hope you like it -[Name]" and the Sanrio themed stickers stuck onto the lid and on the top part of the tiny note. You ran out of sticky notes..

Simon found himself snacking on those cookies later on, oddly enough, they reminded him of his mom.. how she used to love baking back then, it was her way of escape whenever Simon's "father" wasn't home, as well as gardening.

For the first time in a while Simon "Ghost" Riley let out a smile that wasn't smug or a smirk but a genuine smile, one that had warmth to it, one that no matter how hard his mind tried to surppress it, his body refused to.

It didn't take long for you and Simon to get to know each other a bit, little by little it seemed like you two were becoming like friends rather than just neighbors. Let's be honest, who just randomly gives their neighbors weekly baked goods for the sole reason of "just because they wanted to"?

You found yourself always looking forward to the Friday nights chilling with him at the rooftop, mugs with hot tea on hand while he smoked and you read.

Listening to his stupid jokes and remarks that slowly turn into deep conversations and life things. Simon was just... far more open than he's ever been, sure he's talked about his day before to his comrades but never like this, not in a way where he's pouring his heart out, letting you in on how he feels about certain things.

He just got back from a mission, a rough one to be exact. Shoulders slumped from exhaustion as he walked the streets near the apartment complex, no space for his bike so he had to leave it somewhere private while he fidgeted with it's keys.

Simon swore that he almost jumped out of his own body, first instinct being to push you off but he recognized you. He gave you a questioning look, hands were shaking as you so desperately linked you arm around his.

"Hmm?" He hummed, hearing you mumbling something but it was incoherent to his ears.

"Behind us.. please Si, help..." Come to think if it, you never knew when Simon turned into Si. Best believe he knew and still remembers when perfectly.. not the time, there's a serious threat, he didn't look. He didn't need to, guessing by the heavy footsteps, some creep decided to follow you at this hour.

He slowly slipped his arm away from your grip and snaked it around your waist, pulling you in closer to his side while the two of you continued treading closer to the complex. You closed your eyes for a few seconds at a time hoping it would end.

• ──── ✦ A few days later ✦ ──── •

Knocking, frantic knocking was what Simon heard at his door. He wasn't expecting anyone, so why the sudden visit? He opened the door and saw you, Simon knew something was off from the look on your face, you looked pale as if you were sick to your stomach while trying so desperately to catch your breath.

"Can I please come in.. Simon..?" You asked in between breaths. You looked around you, especially behind you, body shivering a bit. He took notice of this and had no hesitation, he pulled you in by your arm. His grip firm but gentle, Simon closed the door behind him.

"Remember that guy who was creeping around when I asked for your help..?" You tried to explain but Simon already knew the moment your mouth opened. You had a stalker.. it was best to call the cops on shit like this.

Simon did his best even though not knowing much about how to comfort someone, he did well in making you feel safe without having to tell you that he'll do so, you just know it in your gut that he'd protect you even if it's just now.

Your breath picked up, slowly backing away from the door as you heard footsteps, clenching your fists and hoping that he didn't see you enter Simon's door. Simon wrapped his arms around you, keeping you in place and from further backing away from the door.

You felt his palm drag up and down your back, it was extremely warm, it stopped for a while. His arm wrapped around your waist, other hand in your hair pushing your head down a bit so it was buried in his chest while you gripped his shirt. Simon felt your trembling body against him slowly relax.

"Deep breaths, angel.." The nickname he whispered would've made you smile under any other circumstance but not right now, you needed to calm your nerves before you panic and make an impulsive decision that could hurt yourself. Like instructed, you followed along Simon's demonstration, pressing his forehead onto yours maybe just a bit too intimately.

You winced at the loud sound of banging on the door, you knew it too well. Simon shoved the handle of his combat knife in your hand, he told you that if anything were to happen, protect yourself with it.

As soon as the Lieutenant swung the door open, you could hear punches, things knocking over and among other things, your stalker's voice.

You'd never forget that, how pitchy it was. Nails on the chalkboard was the best way to describe it, how the man was cackling almost made you annoyed. Simon called on security and the man was dealt with, you came out from hiding and saw both fear and anger in Simon's eyes.

You would never know how much he wanted to tear that man's heart after skinning him alive for even bringing fear into your eyes.

Simon "I care too much for someone I just met" Riley finally saw how his knuckles and fingernails were caked with blood, went off to go wash it and himself.

Getting back to you after half an hour, you reached out for him only for him to withdraw, you looked at him confused and he looks at you with pure guilt..

Your eyes widened in realization, "Oh Simon.. I'm not scared.." you smiled at him. He reached out a shaky hand to you, hesitating before closing his hand back.

You took his hand in yours, bringing it up to your lips and giving it a small kiss, hoping it calms his nerves. Well it did the opposite, it even more overwhelming for him having you kiss his palm while you look up at him, watching you nudge your face into his palm so invitingly.

The way your lashes just sat perfectly atop your cheeks while you slowly blinked up at him. Pressing the same scarred and calloused hands that almost killed a man that night on your face and rubbing the back with you thumb.

Simon had never felt that much guilt before for hurting someone, only after he saw the look in your eyes, which in turn were not something he caused. For the first time in his life too, Simon was comforted by something or rather someone immensely..

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dancermk · 9 months

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I’m a little disappointed to see so much discourse, fandom competitiveness, and plain arguing going around at the moment in regards to queer film/TV. People complaining about too much sex, not enough sex, too cheesy, made for the hets, too happy, too sad, too realistic, too unrealistic, and a million other petty issues. I, for one, am a queer person in my 50s and I grew up with practically zero representation! Yes, we want to continue onwards and upwards with quality and varied shows BUT let’s be HAPPY we now have representation! Like, actual shows where the central characters are queer, not just a side character who gets f*cking murdered! There is room for all different types of representation - so enjoy the types you like, and let others enjoy what they like.

And on a side note: progress is progress and film/tv is a business that has to turn a profit! If some queer content is made to appeal to the straight community, and will also act as a means of reducing homophobia and increasing understanding, then that’s a good thing. That means in the future more and more content will include queer stories and representation. If only 10% (ish) of the population is the maximum target audience then shows won’t keep getting made!

There is a huge backlash all over the world right now - a “push back” by conservatives and religious groups that want to wind back the clock, and specifically the last decade of advances.

So stick together queers and LGBTQIA+ allies.

I’m super happy knowing I don’t have to wait years between content anymore. And I’ve loved all different types of shows over the last 5 years, for lots of different reasons!

Interview with the Vampire - is giving me the toxic, passionate gothic love affair I’ve always wanted. And addressing interracial relationships.

Heartstopper - is filling me up with pure joy and hopefulness for the future.

Shameless - gave me Ian and Mickey - unique, anti stereotypical gays with a tragic yet ultimately beautiful love story spanning 11 years

Lone Star 911 - is giving me TK and Carlos whose sexuality barely factors into the storyline! Yay!

Looking - gave me an authentic queer experience and an intoxicating love triangle.

Red, white and Royal Blue - gave me a sweet, cute romcom that allowed reality to be sidelined. Fun escapism!

Young Royals - had me captivated by first love and intense angst.

Fire Island - an underrated romcom that made me laugh so hard I cried.

Sex education - shoved the realities of sex in our faces and provided me with laughter and drama and a range of queer identities.

Gentlemen Jack -gave me historical lesbians with spectacular wit, and feminine power.

And that’s just the tip of the iceberg- because there’s SO SO SO many more shows I could mention! Don’t at me because I didn’t mention YOUR favourite. This is my point! There is SO much great content it would take all day for me to include everything. This is just a sample - and that’s f*cking brilliant!!

So maybe we could all start posting/tweeting etc about what WE DO LIKE / LOVE / MAKES US FEEL LOVED AND SEEN and put down the device if we’ve got nothing nice to say.

Sending everyone a love filled week! 💜

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gothicbarbie · 4 months

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MY TOP 10 BEST BL COUPLES OF 2023

So I guess I'm a little late considering it's now 2024 in most places, but well, better late than never. I tried and failed to rank top 20 or even 10 kisses... I just couldn't remember them all or even choose... but most of my top couples have some pretty great kisses, so at least there's that! I can, however, rank my favorite BL pairings from 2023, so... let's do it! I will be ranking these from least favorite to favorite because I think it's more fun that way... Also I credited all the gif makers at the bottom but I did list the tumblr user for each specific gif underneath. If someone wants me to remove their gif, please let me know and I will so! I just wanted to pretty up the post a bit.

Also, to clarify, any couple on a show that is currently airing and not complete yet is not eligible to be on the list for 2023. Trust me, there were many I wanted to include!

Honorary Mentions:

Tinn & Gun | My School President

So, spoiler, a different GeminiFourth pairing will be on the actual top 10 so I didn't really want to include both pairings on the list, but I really did love the two of them in My School President. G/F just have such a wonderful and natural chemistry. The way they always look at each other just feels so pure and sweet. I really like pairings where one is secretly pining for the other, but Tinn/Gun also sorta had a hate/love ISH thing going for a little while. The progression of their relationship to actual boyfriends was just so fun to watch and really well done.

Dong Wook & Do Hyun | A Breeze of Love

I watched this BL so quickly that it didn't really resonate with me as well as some other series, which is why these two didn't make the top 10, however, I really enjoyed their relationship on the show. I love hate to love pairings and I found their backstory scenes really sweet as well. I also thought they had a really nice chemistry and there were some strong kissing moments for a kbl.

Jihan & Jaejun | City Boy Log

I didn't include these two on the main list for two reasons, one: the show is not over yet... i don't think? and two: this technically isn't a BL drama? IDK anymore, but regardless I love this series and this couple so dang much! I love the realness of them filming themselves and how their relationship is portrayed so subtly until their feelings just sort of emerge. They have some really wonderful and special scenes or moments together that we don't typically get on other series. I am anxious to see where the rest of the story goes and I hope the actors get another opportunity to work together. The side pairing is great too!

Top 10!

#10. Ai & Songkhram | Destiny Seeker

These two were so damn fun to watch, I really loved the hate to love thing at the start that quickly turned into love (Or I guess always sort of was???). The actors had such a great chemistry together and they had so many fun little moments and bantery scenes together. While the rest of the series felt a little flat for me, their connection continuously kept me interested.

#09. Ze Rui & Zong Yi | Kiseki Dear to Me

Honestly don't even know what to write about these two or how to explain why I like them, because there wasn't anything particularly special about their dynamic that typically draws me in, but I just really enjoyed the actors chemistry together and I really liked the progression of their relationship and how well they meshed together. Their kissing was extremely natural too.

#08. King & Eua | Bed Friend

Firstly, these two are HOT AF, and I really loved the friends with benefits storyline between these two, but more than that, we have a perfect character imo with King, who was continuously there for Eua and always trying to help him and make him understand how much he really cared. The show could be very dark at times but I love that King was always sort of the shining light for Eua.

#07. Segaski & Yoh | My Personal Weatherman

I can admit that the big draw to this show for me originally was the sexy scenes and moments, and while I do think the series could have done with some more scenery changes and better storylines, considering the time frame, I enjoyed watching the relationship between the two characters develop. It's nice to get a friends with benefits type of relationship and see how it progresses into more than that. And for a JBL it was nice to see some high heat with a happy ending.

#06. Su Yu & Wu Bi | Stay With Me

SIGH. THESE TWO. So I mean, I understand the criticism of this show and their relationship. So many things are implied but personally I felt like the end half made it pretty clear that these two were 100% a romantic couple. (just wish it was clarified when that change happened) But the progression of their relationship from hate to love was so beautiful to watch. Even if it was just a friendship it was worth it imo to see how close they got. Fair warning, the finale episode is not the best lmao, but I hope we get a second season to sort of fix it? Fingers crossed on that one.

#05. Wan & Ki Tae | Our Dating Sim

This was definitely one of the cutest BL's of the year and this couple falls into that category well too. I really loved seeing them re-connect. I love that they were old best friends (with feelings) that had a lot of issues to sort through and we saw some adorable flashback scenes as well as current scenes. I also love that they got together and were mostly happy instead of having a lot of intense drama.

#04. Li Ming & Heart | Moonlight Chicken

These two... so much to say about them and yet I don't really know where to start. Gemini and Fourth just work so well together and I felt like this duo was even deeper than in MSP. They started out on bad terms but quickly became close and I really loved the progression of their relationship and then I adored how we also got to see them together as a couple too. My favorite thing about them was how hard Li Ming worked to try to understand Heart and how he learned sign language for him and encouraged him to get to know others like him and to put himself out there. They also had such a fun banter with playful moments and scenes. It was just so damn pure and sweet to watch with no unnecessary or stupid fillery drama.

#03. Jae Won and Ji Hyun | The Eighth Sense

Something about this pairing just felt so much different than the typical KBL pairing. The show itself was so much deeper and had a more serious tone than we typically get, which was amazing. The actors nailed the roles and you could really feel the tension and longing between them right from the beginning. I loved their storyline so much and the actors seemed so comfortable together.

#02. Yamato & Kakeru | I Cannot Reach You

This was one of my favorite BL's of the year and their relationship was a huge part of it. I thought I was more into hate to love, but clearly, based on this list, that isn't always the case. There is something so sweet and adorable about best friends turned to lovers. I really love too when we see one side pining for the other, so this couple was extremely enjoyable to watch!

#01. Chen Yi & Ai Di | Kiseki Dear To Me

Good Lord these two... they had the perfect formula for my favorite type of pairing. Hate to love, drama, tension, angst, one-sided pining... it was so painful to have to wait every week for more. But god, it was worth the wait and their chemistry was just so good, their kisses were phenomenal too. Def. a memorable pair and a show I will be rewatching very soon!

THANK YOU to all these wonderful humans for making the most amazing gifs that I used in this post!

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anemptypuddingcup · 9 months

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Sweeter than sugar.

Vampire Luffy x Female Reader.

A two part series with Vampire Luffy.

Y’all I am so sorry. I had sidetracked myself with the Sanji series and decided to come to Luffy next. Don’t fight me please-

Part 1 Part 2

Contains: Vampire!Luffy. Luffy hungry for blood. Reader happens to roam into his mansion without knowing it’s his. Luffy allowing Reader to stay in exchange for blood. A segment of storyline before we get in to smut.

“Hahhh…So hungryyy…”

Luffy groans heavily as he stares out through the tinted mansion window, the sound of rain nearly putting him to sleep as he listened intently. The clouds blanketed the sky with a slight darkness, covering the his mansion along with his land alike. It was a shame he couldn’t go out. Even if it wasn’t the sea, the water still drained him if his energy, especially at a time like this.

A heavy huff leaves his lips while his stomach rumbles with ferocity, his long thin tongue tracing across his dry cracked lips as he yearned for some fresh sweet blood. Not blood from animals but from humans. He was getting a little sick of thick consistency of animal blood, not to mention it was harmful to the animals themselves. It was all based on survival, but at the same time Luffy was picky with this matter.

He hoped that Chopper or Sanji would at least return soon, it would’ve been a better alternative to ask for blood packs instead of hunting for animal blood. It would’ve been more convenient and it could’ve saved up a lot more time, though knowing Luffy he wasn’t thinking about it not one bit.

A bit of drool trickles from his lips and down to his chin as he thought of slurping up the blood of a wonderful human. The consistency and the flavor, he couldn’t help but to be picky with a thing such as this. If only he enjoyed eating food more.

“Ahhh…I hope th’rain brings in somebodyy, how long will I hafta wait..?” He sighs before he wipes the drool from chin and lips. He lets out a little groan as he lifts himself up from his chair and walks over to his window, his cloak flowing slightly in the air as he stood. He stares as the little droplets fell down with slight intensity, the sound of the rain washing a sudden sadness over him and his body. He felt a bit lonely if not hungry.

His eyes scans down his yard, sliding past a little shadow within the thick moist air before he turns away.

“Wait-“

The sudden realization made him backtrack to his window and he peers out again. He squints his eyes before they widen with excitement, a thankful little gasp leaving his throat as he stares at the shadow.

He presses his hands and face against the glass before smiling widely, thanking every god for answering his prayers. It was a human, a fresh source of blood that he’d been begging for all this time. His eyes glimmer with delight and more drool spills past his lips before he finally snaps back to his senses.

He shakes his head and looks back in the same direction of the mysterious figure, only to see that it disappeared from his sight.

He jolts as he suddenly hears his front mansion door creak open, his heart beating from his chest as he realized that his meal had entered his vicinity.

Sliding his tongue along his lips, he slowly walks out of his main room and into the long corridor, his feet trailing along the long red rug.

***

You slowly slide yourself through the large mansion door and quickly shut it behind you, your teeth chattering from the cold temperature of the rain against your skin. Your eyes darts around as you gripped your arms tightly, desperately trying to keep yourself warm after being exposed to such cold weather.

You were surprised that the mansion was clean and pretty on the inside, it didn’t look much like its dilapidated stone exterior outside the doors. You slowly trail through the mansion while your soaked clothing left a trail of water to follow. You huff heavily as you trembled from the cold air hitting your damp skin, looking around for at least some source of heat to keep you warm.

As your wet and damp footsteps echoes through the empty mansion, the sound of a different set of footsteps makes you freeze suddenly.

“Oi…”

The ominous sound of a young man calls out to you down the corridor and you quickly turn around to see him standing on the other end. You felt your heart beginning to pound as a sudden rush of adrenaline sends you back, pulling you away from the figure of whoever it was. Your legs move on their own and you run, a bit afraid that you’ve entered someplace you weren’t supposed to.

A sudden flash of his presence makes you pause before you feel your back press against someone’s chest. You don’t dare turn around as you felt the heaving of the person’s chest rise and fall up against your back. A hand to your shoulder makes you jolt as a few tears brim at your eyes. Your brows furrowed as you shut your eyes tightly, bracing yourself for whatever may happen next.

“What’re ya doin’ ‘side f’my place? Are ya lost?”

You feel his warm breath fall against your neck before you felt his slimy thin tongue trail up your skin. He groans heavily at the saltiness of your skin, fighting back the strong urge to just bite and gnaw at your neck right then and there. All color falls from your face as you felt his tongue slowly slide against your skin.

You let out a little mewl before biting your bottom lip tightly, pursing and clamming up your noise. He removes his tongue and giggles and you shiver as you felt the chill on your neck where his saliva lingered. “Ya gonna answer me? Ya shy or sum’?” He asks, his head cocking to the side as he stares at you with his jet black pupils.

You exhale shakily and you tremble against him, the sound of your heart pounding beginning to echo throughout your head. “I-I’m so s-sorry i-if I’m trespassing…I-I need shelter..” You sigh out heavily as you begin to feel lightheaded.

You hear him giggle before he grips your chin and turns your head to face him. A slight blush dusts your cheeks as you admire his features while his eyes glazes your body from head to toe. It seems that he’d gain a slight attraction to what he’d seen, and you probably did too. “Shishishi~ S’fine~ M’not gonna eat ya~” He says teasingly, his thumb pressing up against your soft glossy lips.

Your face begins to burn up before your eyes glance away from him.

Looking back to him, you notice his thin tongue sliding along his lips repeatedly as he stares at you in the eyes. You gulp your saliva as a mixture of feelings began to overwhelm your body. Your body grew warmer against his and you sigh heavily. His eyes didn’t look away from you one bit and you felt as if he was trying to undress you with them.

“You’re pretty. An’ I like that ‘bout ya.” He says to you, speaking his mind. You stare up at and let out a heavy sigh as he moves in closer to you. He slides his tongue along your neck once again and your heart pounds once more. “Is there something that you want?…” You ask reluctantly, his behavior growing more and more aggressive with every lick and tastes of your skin. He couldn’t hold back his urge much longer the more he tasted your skin.

Your question causes him to pause before he looks at you with his brows raised. “Yeah. There is.” He says to you before he slowly pulls away from your neck to face you. “Lemme have sum’ f’ya blood. Ya smell sweet…and it’s makin’ m’hungry.” He admits, his thick and heavy hands pressing hard against your shoulders.

You shudder but suck up any remaining feeling, part of you began to question if it was okay to bargain with such a man.

It was too late now though, by time you thought so you were already speaking.

“May I stay here for a few nights in exchange?” You asked, now desperate to just have a roof over your head and some heat enveloping your body. His brows raise as he listens to your question before his hand begins to ruffle at his hair. His eyes trails around with thought and a smile comes across his face before he grins widely. “Shishishi~ Playin’ hard ta get with me?” He asked, looking to you with an amused expression. You stay silent and look away from him out of nervousness.

“Alright. I’ll getcha whatever ya need. As long as ya stick with ya words.” He says, finally taking a step back away from you.

You feel a wave of relief wash over as he accepts your trade before you feel yourself quickly beginning to grow lightheaded and fatigued. As you begin to wobble he quickly rushes to your side and holds you steady, a small bit of laughter leaving him as he held on to you.

“Ya alright there?” He asked, his arms holding you up and steady. You exhale heavily and nodded. “I’m just…I’m just tired.” You sigh heavily as you lean up onto him. He smiles as he wraps his forearms underneath your body, lifting your body up off the ground as he walks down the long corridor.

You feel yourself ready to fade out of consciousness but you couldn’t allow yourself to, not when there was a bloodthirsty man carrying you down the dark corridors of his mansion. He walked slowly, making sure to take his time as he held your delicate body in his arms.

Among walking the dark halls and staircases, he finally brings you into a warm and cozy area, a room with a fireplace and warm bed far in front of it. “This is m’guest room. Hope it’ll warm ya up a bit.” He says as he walks over to the well-made bed. There was a canopy attached to the top, allowing the silky curtains to fall down and slightly obscure the bed.

He softly sets you onto the bed before walking away to look around in the closet. “Sorry if this ain’t good enough, ion usually have folks here so…just have this f’now.”

You slowly sit up against the bedding to look at him and he tosses a large shirt over to you. You look at it before sighing, you weren’t about it be picky with any clothes after he allowed you to stay in. “U-Um…” You look at him a she stood there with a little grin on his face, tilting his head as you call out to him.

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

“C-Can you…Can you turn around..?” A nervous blush spreads across your face as he stares at you with a blank expression. “Aw, not even a peek?” He asks, a little giggle leaving his lips as he slowly turns around.

You quickly try your best to change out of your sopping clothes as he stood there and waited for you to tell him to turn back around. “Where do I put these…?” You asked as you held your soaking clothing tightly. The young man peeks back before fully turning around and walking over to you. He grabs your clothes and sets them aside before smiling. “Ah, ya can set ‘em right here. It’ll be fine.”

You slowly climb into the bed as a yawn escapes your lips, leaving the young man out to stare at you as you settled into bed. You slowly close your eyes as the drowsiness crashed onto your body, pulling the blankets up farther so you could get comfy.

“Oi. Ain’t ya forgettin’ sum’?”

You slowly pull your eyes back open and see the young man staring down at you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight as he hovered over you. You shoot up from the pillows and stare at him, your body shivering a bit as he stares at you with intensity.

He presses his hand up against your neck and stares at it before trailing his eyes back to yours. You trembled as you felt his fingers trace along the skin of your neck, his fingertips prodding at silky smoothness of your skin.

He lands his hips onto your your lap as he stares down at you, the cheekiest yet darkest smirk spread across his face. “I want sum’ f’ya blood…now.” He says, his tone slightly more impatient than before. Your mouth quivered as his body weight was pressed up against yours, his fingers still tracing along your neck.

“R-Right…I forgot..” You lie. He smiles wider before he presses a smooch along your neck, making you let out a sudden mewl. “Y’aint forgot…Y’just nervous…” He whispers as he peppers kisses against your neck. You feel your body grow warmer as he tried his best to soothe you, soften you up before he was ready to take a bit.

“Ya smell s’good~ Ya skin’s tasty too~” He whisper to you, pressing a small smooch against your ear. “M-Mhh~” You feel heat beginning to spill from you as he kissed and suckled along your skin, making a few noises come out of your lips. He softly pushes your body down along the soft fluffy pillows, pressing more kisses against you before he finally presses a kiss to your lips.

“What’s ya name?~” He asks as he continues to press his lips against yours. “H-Hmm?~” You moan out, your hands now gripping his cloak tightly as the kisses began to feel so good against your skin.

The feeling of his warm rough lips along your skin began to make your mind swirl with arousal. You hear him giggle again as he cups yours face.

“What’s ya name baby?~” He asks, this time adding on a little pet name. You felt your heart swell up with slight joy as you hear him call you such a name. “_-________~” You gasp out. He chuckles. “Pretty name. M’name’s Luffy. Monkey D. Luffy.” He finally introduces himself as he presses another kiss to your lips. You let out a little gasp as his hands trails from your face to your shoulders. “________. Can I touch on ya an’ bite on ya?” He asks, lookin down at you with half-lidded eyes.

You stare up at him before blushing. “Y-Yes…Yes you can.” You breathe out softly. Luffy smiles as he yanks off his cloak urgently before he moves his hands to the buttons of his shirt. Buttons begins to fly everywhere as he pulls his shirt open with a heavy sigh, your eyes widening once you see his sculptured body in front of you.

Your hands trembled against the sheets as you stare at his torso. His abs defined prettily as you stared at them with eagerness. What made his entire look cuter was the X-shaped scar across his chest. A scar that signified lost and pain. A scar that singe deep within his skin. “Y’can touch it if ya want.” He snickers as he notices you staring at his body.

You slowly press your hands up against his scar, tracing it as a shaky breath leaves your lips. You feel him pull you closer as her buries his face deep into your neck. “Can I…Can I bite ya now?” He asks, his hands now shivering against your collarbone. “Y-Yes…Sorry for keeping you waiting.” You apologize, a little gasp leaving you once you feel his tongue along your neck again.

You feel him press his fangs against your skin, imprinting a spot on where he wanted to hit you. “Fuck…M’so ready~ Are ya ready ________?” He asks, his hands gripping your shoulders to keep you still. You clench your eyes shut and tense up as you felt your his teeth graze along your neck.

“Y-Yes, I’m ready..” You say shakily before exhaling softly.

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Love your writing!!! Could I request a fluff scenario with jake kim? Thank uu💕💕

Baking Shenanigans

“F’me?”

summary: You and your boyfriend are spending the weekend at your place. When you two were suddenly craving for something sweet, so you guys make the choice to try baking a strawberry shortcake using a highly reviewed recipe you guys found on the internet. Surprisingly, it went as you two hoped and tasted delicious.

character(s) included: Jake Kim x fem!reader

cw: fluff, cheesy pickup lines, teasing, flirting, idk much abt baking I just googled a recipe and the storyline follows the steps, jake is tall therefore you guys have a height difference, mentions of knives but its just for slicing strawberries, blushing/getting flustered, jake and reader are in an established and healthy relationship, nicknames or petnames like babe, kissing, waist holding, sLIGHTly just SLIGHTly suggestive at the end but not really so dw, there may be a few typos or grammatical errors so mb about that i didnt read too thoroughly

unwrapped on: Wednesday Morning, December 20 2023

wrapped up on: Wednesday Night, December 20 2023

published on: Thursday Noon, December 21 2023 (at around 12 PM)

“While you’re cutting up the strawberries, I’ll go ahead and preheat the oven!” You stated. “Oh- And I’ll also get our ingredients for the dough and some other materials we’ll need.” You added.

“Got it, shortcake.” Jake replied.

“Hey.. Just because were baking a strawberry shortcake, it doesn’t mean you should take the opportunity to give me a new nickname!”

He laughed in response as he swiftly sliced the fresh strawberries.

“You’re a natural in using knives, I thought you were more of a close combat kinda guy.” You mesmerized his hands slicing through each strawberry smoothly, glancing at the tattoos that trailed his arms.

“Well- I am, and I never really use knives. I rarely cook and it’s not my style to just stab my way through a serious match.” He shrugged.

You went ahead and got the different materials you guys needed to make the strawberry shortcake. You then took a stroll through the kitchen, from cabinet to fridge, to collect the various ingredients you’d be using according to the recipe you guys are following.

“Alright-y! I’ve got everything we were missing.”

“You’re the only one i’m ever missing,” he said as he turned towards your flustered face.

“Oh shut up, I’m right here. I always have been, and I always will be.” You replied as you got on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek then added, “Look at how the tables have turned.. You’re the one who’s fluster-” You added before he cut you off and kissed you on your lips for a good 5 or so seconds, which made you even more flustered than you already were beforehand.

“Well would you look at that! Little miss’ no longer flustered has her cheeks as red as these strawberries,” He teased as he brought one down to your lips and fed you it. “Hmph,” was all you said in return because you knew you wouldn’t be able to top that. Which in the end, only made him chuckle.

You guys started to open the ingredients and put what’s required in the bowl you put out for the dough. Once you guys finished doing so, you mixed the dough mixture and proceeded to knead it for about a minute— which your boyfriend was the one to do so since he’s really strong anyway and wouldn’t struggle one bit. After lightly coating it in some flour, he rolled the dough into the specific thickness that was instructed and stated on the said recipe.

“Now that we’ve finished rolling the dough, we now need the biscuit cutter!” You said joyfully as you looked up at your boyfriend.

“Right! I’ll go get that for us.” He paused as he opened your cabinet with all of your tools for baking and cooking. “..What exactly does that look like..?” He added.

You laughed and walked to his side to assist, “It’s that one, silly.”

“I knew that! ..Obviously, I just wanted to see if you did too.” He laughed and so did you.

Once you guys had cut your dough into two thick circles, you went on to quickly melt some butter while your boyfriend was lining up a baking sheet for your guys’ tray. After only a few seconds, you took the butter out and greased up the baking sheet using your good ol’ brush. Once Jake placed the dough onto the tray with the greased up baking sheet, you brushed them up with some of the remaining melted butter in your bowl.

“I think its time!” You announced.

“..For you to give me a kiss?” He teased.

“Uh-uh babe. My lips are locked, but maybe later— If you can crack the code, that is. But for now, lets place these in the oven for about 12 minutes.”

“Awh,” he pouted and gave you his best puppy eyed look (although he doesnt even have to try), “Cmonn~ I promise I’ll control myself and I wont smother you in kisses like last week, pretty please” He pleaded, “with a lil’ strawberry on top?”

“Hmm..”

“Pleaseeee”

“Alright Alright!” You finally gave in as you put the tray into the oven, right after you set it to the instructed temperature and time.

Before you could even give him the go, he already grabbed onto your waist, clinging onto your body like a koala with its favorite tree. He started planting kisses all over your head and neck, down to your collarbone and shoulders— which were out in the open since you were wearing a very loose off shoulder top along with shorts.

“Babe-! You promised you’d control yourself!” You tried to speak out, but it was slightly muffled since he was too busy kissing you all over, especially in places he knew you were ticklish in— which caused you to keep laughing, ultimately forgetting you were trying to stop him in the first place from getting away with his little acts.

Twelve minutes finally passed by and you two heard a ding, signaling it was ready. So you guys made your way to the kitchen and you took out some mittens and grabbed the tray from the oven.

“Ta-da! They aren’t raw and they aren’t burnt at all! Its perfect!”

“I never doubted us for a second!” Jake spoke sarcastically.

“Well when you say it like that, I dont believe you one bit..”

“All we need now is the cream, I’ll place everything in the bowl and I’ll also mix it, could you prepare the strawberries and grab a plate with utensils so we could plate it right after?” Your boyfriend said as he looked at you with his wholesome smile you can’t get enough of.

“Will do!”

So then Jake got the remaining ingredients for the cream and made the mixture altogether, while you got the plate and a fork right after you prepared the strawberries your boyfriend was slicing earlier.

“I’ve got the spatula (for baking) here, so let’s place the cream.”

“While you do that, I’ll place the strawberries in the lathered cream,” you replied.

After finishing up the cream with strawberries on the second layer, which is also the last, you topped it off with some tiny bits of strawberries while you snacked on the remaining ones.

“We’ve finally finished!”

Jake grabbed a knife from the utensils drawer and took the fork you placed on the counter beforehand, he then sliced through the cake. “Say Ahhh~” Your boyfriend said as he lifted it up towards your lips.

“Ahhh” You opened your mouth and your boyfriend fed you the slice of cake, “How is it, babe?” He asked as you chewed your food.

You nodded in approval in a positive look, and once you finished the food in your mouth— you replied, “It’s the perfect amount of sweet! It’s not overly sweet but it isn’t missing any flavor either, here- you try!” You sliced through the cake and placed it on the fork you two were sharing, “Say Ahhh~”

“F’me?” Your boyfriend said with a hint of rasp in his voice,

“Yes sir~” You replied and brought the fork up to his lips.

“Ahhh~” Your boyfriend opened his mouth after he chuckled in amusement from watching your precious reaction to cake.

Your boyfriend smiled in approval and gave you a thumbs up. You then took some of the icing/cream on top using the fork and ate it. You hummed and your boyfriend said, “You’ve got a lil something, babe.” You turned up and looked at him with a confused look and mumbled a little “Hm?” in response.

“Here let me get that for you,” He then grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss, all the while you still had a bunch of the icing in your mouth, which he started to help you with. You got insanely flustered, again. Despite this being such a regular occurrence, you’re always so flustered whenever it happens.

“So did I even have a little something? Or was that just my jake’s little excuse?”

“Believe it or not, you actually did have some icing on the side of your lips, which I cleaned up! So, your welcome~” He said with a smirk.

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say.” You scoffed.

“How about we go watch a movie, What do you say? Your boyfriend suggested.

“What movie?”

“How about this romantic movie I heard about last week?”

“Of course its romance again, huh?” You scoffed sarcastically.

“What can I say? I am a sucker for romance after all.”

notes: I HAVE BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG AND I AM SO SORRY😭 Its not like I just forgot about what I was doing here, I just got really busy with school and all the exams and everything.. I’m so sorry for disappearing out of the blue, but I have been going back and fourth in the works in my drafts, because I have been trying to finish some one’s request but it just keeps going NOWHERE. and I have literally restarted twice when I was already halfway because I really wasn’t happy with how it was going and i am struggling to get it done 💀 I hope this is good and since the pattern of my posts are fic-drabble-fic-drabble-fic-drabble/answering an ask-and this fic, I will be start working on a drabble of multiple lookism characters, im not yet sure what scenario I’ll be doing but yeah.. and to the anon who made the request about Gun, im really trying to work on it im so sorry its been almost 3 months.. 😭😭 ALSO, TO THE ANON WHO REQUESTED THIS, im sorry it took so long as well and since you just said a fluff scenario, I figured i’d go ahead with my idea to make my post about baking shenanigans a series, so yall can request a character for that

- With or without proper credits, please don't try to steal or claim any of my works as your own

I genuinely appreciate opinions, feedback, likes, and reblogs

Once again, I hope this isn't too bad for all of you that likes Jake or lookism, and I'll be doing more characters in lookism 🫶🫶

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If I Can't Have You | Homelander

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» Summary | She was the most aggravating being he had ever been around, and Homelander has dealt with a lot of irritation in his life. But how could someone be so annoying yet he couldn’t even get her off his mind?

❥ Pairing | Homelander x Reader

★ Word Count | 9.4k

» Warnings | slight degrading, negging, pinches of dacryphilia, possessive, manipulation, jealousy, slight fluff, idk what this is honestly. Homelander is not a "good guy", ya know?, Homelander POV

↳ AN | This has been a WIP for a long time. I started writing this a few months ago right after I watched season 1 so this does not follow any sort of storyline or season. It's just it's own thing.

*This has only glancingly been proofread so apologies for any errors!* Enjoy!

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He watched her day after day since the moment she walked into the hallowed halls of Vought. Her hair pinned in a bun, perfectly neat without a strand out of place. Her pencil skirt always pressed and proper - and never above her knees. She scurried past people with eyes casted down as she hurried room to room with coffees in hand. And when she was asked for anything unplanned she lit up with an excitement and vitality not yet corrupted by the corporate world.

She was new.

She was innocent.

She was annoying.

The very moment Ashley walked in with yet another intern Homelander’s eyes had already rolled halfway into his brain. Just another person to be cycled through the system under the guise of work experience and a hopeful job offer, only to end in a mental breakdown followed by complete disappearance to the industry. The time, the training, the niceties. It was a hassle, it was tiresome. Homelander had better things to do than play nice with the help.

She introduced herself to The Seven - a sickeningly sweet tone dripping from behind her bright smile and full lips. She twiddled her fingers as she spoke, her thumb providing a physical comfort by rubbing the back of her hand raw. She gave the same bullshit spiel that every single one before her gave.

“I’m so excited to work with you.”

“You have always been such an inspiration to me.”

“I am always around, don’t be afraid to ask for anything.”

Homelander snorted. As if he could face the shit he had to on a daily basis but be afraid to ask some girl to pick up his dry cleaning. Her head whipped over to him, her doe eyes widening ever so slightly. She was nervous to begin with, he could hear her pulse from across the room. The possibility of starting with a bad impression was enough for her blood pressure to skyrocket as her complexion flushed.

But Homelander was nothing if he didn’t know how to charm.

“We’re only able to do what we do thanks to folks like you,” He forced out, accompanied with the rehearsed smile he knew dearly. “Welcome aboard.”

She gleamed at that.

She’d lasted longer than the rest. Almost 2 months later and she still entered a room with that exuberant smile as she trailed behind like a shadow. She and Starlight became fast friends it seemed. Made sense. They both were the epitome of irritating naivety. However their friendship meant her presence became more and more frequent around The Seven. Not only to do what she was hired for but occasionally entering the meeting room just to talk. And she could talk forever, droning on and on. Laughing her pitiful little giggle at every single thing.

Homelander could feel as his dull headache began the longer she stood around. Not to mention the nauseating smell of the sickly sweet perfume she wore every day that permeated the room for hours after so much as just walking by the open door. Sometimes he would still be able to smell it around him during the dead of night when he was alone. He couldn’t escape her even in his sleep, her sparkling eyes haunted his dreams. Baring into his soul like a siren. They were more like nightmares truly.

Her eyes flicked over to him as a muffled groan sounded behind his gloved hand as it swept over his statuesque face.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” He snapped, breaking his composure. “This is called a meeting room, I’d like to actually get the meeting over with.”

The girl stuttered for a moment attempting to grasp at any of the words that came to her mind. It wasn’t the first time the man had shown a side other than endearing patriotic hero seen on television but it truly was not something she had fully come to terms with. His shift in tone, the scorn behind his normally gallant eyes seemed out of place.

The girl ducked her head, “Y-yes sir, I’m so sorry. Please let me know if there’s anything I can get for you.”

She didn’t understand why the Supe had developed such a distaste for her, but it became more and more obvious as time went on. At the start he was every bit the man she had truly admired, it was hard to hold back the admittance that he was always her favorite of The Seven. He spoke with clarity and assured authority. He was magnificent to see in action and with a smile and wink he was truly every bit America’s sweetheart.

The facade seemed to slip away somewhere along the line, she couldn’t even be sure of when. It started with a simple cold shoulder - that one she could understand. She was just a lowly intern in the presence of universal marvels. The indifferent snub eventually became direct disdain. He would roll his eyes plainly when she approached him or walked away from her when she attempted to offer any service. And her obvious attempts to stay in his good graces only made him grit his teeth harder.

But she always tried, surely he couldn’t just hate her.

The nail in the coffin came only a few weeks later.

Press and PR was on the list of things Homelander hated the most. When things were too quiet in the city and there wasn’t pests to discard or bombs to defuse to make Vought look good, press was the way to keep in the people talking. Whether that was TED talks, morning radio, or the classic late night talk show- it all kept the news cycle turning.

Homelander could only be so lucky to do any one of those, but the universe seemed set on welcoming him into his own personalized circle of hell. In the effort to be more ‘accessible’ and ‘relatable’, Vought had set up rounds of internet influencers to have their chance at a one on one with America’s greatest hero.

Because nothing could be as meaningful as a Buzzfeed article or a Snapchat story. Or God forbid…a Tik Tok.

And just to put the cherry on top of his day - his favorite intern was his sole wrangler for the whole ordeal. It was already expected by him to hear her accelerated heartbeat every time she popped into a room, but as she stood in the back behind the lights and cameras her hummingbird heartbeat was louder than any micro-celebrity that believed yelling equated to humor. Being her first time flying solo it was truly a test of her competence, no doubt a trial run before she would be considered for a more permanent position.

Great.

She fiddled with the belt that hung off her jeans loud enough that Homelander could hear it as he spoke to the person across from him, his eyes twitching every time the metal prong clinked against the bar. He was glad that she didn’t wear the item of clothing all the time, her nervous habits would send him off the deep end if he had to hear it every day. Not to mention the way her tight jeans clung to her body, accentuating curves that she never let anyone know she possessed.

Casual Friday. She never took part in it before - that day even allowing her hair to hang loose from the expected updo - she seemed to be getting more comfortable with her environment in recent days despite the deep breaths and the fidgets. But why did she have to pick that day of all days to suddenly switch up? Everything about her was disruptive. Homelander could hardly remember the questions being asked as she twirled her hair around her painted finger. Her eyes bore into him as he spoke, nodding along with whatever words spouted out of his mouth. As if it actually meant anything. Hell, he didn’t even know what he was saying aside from the various buzz words that were ingrained into his vocabulary.

She brought a paper coffee cup up to her plush lips as she watched on. The same cup she had for the better half of the morning - lipstick stains building up along the lid. She almost never wore makeup but had conveniently opted for a look that was hard to look away from, highlighting her features in a way that was almost striking. Did she think she was getting on camera herself? Because she certainly seemed to be seeking attention.

It was working and on more than just him. Homelander watched as she smiled against the cup as the interviewer cracked a few humiliating excuses for jokes. How could she find something so embarrassing be that amusing? It was almost degrading. Her eyes roamed over the interviewer speaking, a slight twinkle in them as something he said made her laugh audibly. The man looked over his shoulder at her with a smile as she held her hand over her mouth to stop the laughter.

“I’m so sorry,” She giggled out, “I didn’t mean to-”

“No, no!” The man interrupted her, his sly smile deepening, “I appreciate validation from pretty girls.”

A flush trailed up her neck as the man winked at her. Homelander cringed at the interaction unfolding before him. That’s what got a reaction out of her? The most cliche line ever formulated by a man? The words were fake and contrived, Homelander would know. Pretty girl? Now, he was no man of great manners, but he played one on TV. Even as a pick up line it was poor. The man could’ve tried harder. Beautiful, stunning, devastating woman. Something with more power, more intention.

Not that she was. But still.

“With that, I think that’s all I’ve got.” The interviewer stood up and held his hand out to shake with the Supe. “Thank you for your time and for everything you do for the country.”

Homelander’s jaw ticked in irritation. That’s it? He didn’t even get to have a final word, he was almost positive he didn’t even get to plug the bullshit he was supposed to. All because this kid got distracted by some girl? She didn’t even have to be in the room, she would’ve been just as useful outside the room where she couldn’t bother anyone.

Whatever, the interview was a waste of time to begin with. It was a mystery how this guy was even allowed to do media with how dull he was. No wonder he was kept online, no way he would handle the big leagues.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Homelander responded, flipping a switch to his signature heroic smile. But he made no motion to shake hands, instead stooping down to grab the half empty water bottle at his feet and turning to the attention of the makeup artist on standby to touch him up before the next lowlife walked through the door.

The man laughed awkwardly before dropping his hand and heading for the door without another word to the Supe. Homelander leaned back, shutting his eyes and letting out a deep sigh of agitation leave his body. He still had half the day to get through, hopefully with less eventfulness between. As he breathed back in the girl’s sweet perfume filled his lungs, recharging any anger that had left. It was like every part of her was handcrafted to permeate and irritate him. He needed to calm down if he was going to continue the rest of the day. There was only so much even he could take.

A whimsical giggle rang through the room causing Homelander’s eyes to snap back open in a flash. He sat forward slightly, the soft brush of setting powder following him as he moved to see what could’ve possibly been happening now. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness behind the lights his eyes focused on the sad excuse of a man that should’ve been halfway out of the building by now. Instead he stood leaned against the wall next to the intern, his eyes wandering her up and down as he spoke in whispered tones.

Homelander watched her smile up at the man, her lip caught between her teeth flirtatiously as she handed a phone over to him. Her eyes were lit with a delight he had never seen before, not even when she was standing in front of The Seven on her very first day. The man grabbed the phone from her hand, his fingers brushing against her skin purposefully and Homelander could feel his anger physically bubbling up in him.

What the fuck.

The kid wasted an opportunity to get his 5 seconds of fame with Homelander but had the attemptive gall to get the attention of his intern? And it was working? The girl had that little self-respect that she was excited for some nobody off the street to notice her? Of course, because that’s what she wanted. She got all dressed up and ready that morning in her tight jeans, her low-cut top, her hair tossed to the side because she lived for the attention. Because she couldn’t just do her job quietly and go home like everyone else.

“We’ve got a pretty busy schedule, pal.” Homelander called out, his voice booming through the quiet room causing everyone to flinch at the disruption.

The interviewer looked over to the Supe with fake smile and an even worse apology. He turned his attention to the girl once more with a wink before ducking out of the door quickly. What a disrespectful little rat.

The girl looked over at Homelander, the smile wiped from her face and worry taking its place in the crease between her eyebrows. She knew that tone from the man and she knew he wasn’t happy. They locked eyes for a moment in the uncomfortable silence of the room.

“Everyone out,” Homelander ordered, his stare never left the girl, “I’d like to have a word.”

The production team and makeup artist all shared looks before slowly filing out, leaving the intern alone with the Supe behind closed doors. The girl swallowed audibly though her mouth suddenly grew dry as Homelander lifted himself off his chair and slowly approached her.

“Homelander, I’m so-”

“Ah” He interrupted, an unsettling smile stretching across his face, “I said I wanted to have a word, didn’t I?”

Her brow furrowed deeper and her eyes grew soft, almost teary as she nodded.

“What is your job here?” Homelander clasped his hands behind his back as he paced in front of the girl. She looked at him, unsure what to say - if he truly wanted her to say anything at all. His smile never ceased as he urged her, “Come on, I know you have a voice. I hear it every god damn day.”

His tone and his face was every bit the charming hero that everyone loved, but behind his eyes and words there was something much more menacing.

“I-I’m here to provide support to Vought employees and talent by way of any requests or tasks assigned.”

“And what are you assigned today?”

“I’m here to represent Vought’s PR. To make sure all goes on as designed, smoothly and without anything unexpected.”

“Represent Vought?” Homelander questioned, his head tilted curiously. She searched his eyes, it wasn’t the answer he wanted. “Last I checked you weren’t an employee at Vought, is that right?”

The girl stuttered, “W-well, no…but-”

“I’m the only one that has any tangible meaning to Vought here,” Homelander’s smile dropped and he approached the young intern, his body casting a looming dark shadow over her frame. “So let’s get one thing straight. You’re here representing me.”

“Yes sir, I’m really so sor-”

“Oh cut the bullshit.” She winced backwards at his harsh tone until her back hit the wall but he continued to advance on her. “You think you’re the first person to try and smile their way into a position? You think you’re special? That you actually provide anything?”

Homelander could see the tears welling up at that point, and it somehow looked better on her than the gleam she normally sported. The way it collected in the corner of her make-up covered eyes and lashes, the slight flush to her cheeks and nose as her vulnerability shone through. The girl wasn’t as iron-willed as she thought - truthfully it was the most appealing she’d ever been.

“That little stunt you pulled with that guy, what was that about?”

She shook her head in confusion as her head dropped towards the floor, “I…I don’t know what you mea-”

“You just like feeling wanted, don’t you? By a guy, by a company, it doesn’t matter. You just need to feel some kind of assurance that you can’t give yourself. Because you feel useless otherwise, right?” Homelander asked, his voice dropping into mock sympathy. He brought his finger up to the girl’s face, his gloved knuckle dragging down her cheek and jaw until it settled underneath her chin. He forcefully lifted her head until she faced him once again. Her eyes were red as she held in the urge to openly cry.

“You think he actually has any interest in you?” Homelander shook his head with a patronizing smile as he said her name softly. “You are useless. You’re an embarrassment. And I have a little advice for you...”

The girl tried to move her face out of the Supe’s grip as a tear finally slipped from her eye but his cement-like hold kept her still. His shoulder shook with a laugh, his thumb extending up to wipe away under her eye as he leaned in slowly to her face. Her heartbeat lept as he neared, her eyes shutting forcefully in anticipation, her tongue sweeping over her lips as they parted submissively. Homelander preened with complacency at her assumption and he was almost tempted to fulfill her expectations. But instead he leaned in further until his nose rested against her temple. He breathed in the sugary scent of her perfume and warm vanilla of her shampoo - his hot exhale trailing over her ear and down her neck.

“Stay out of my way. Do that and maybe, just maybe, you’ll get to flash your cute little Vought ID to the barista like a real employee.”

He dropped his hand from her face and in the blink of an eye he was feet away from her and headed back to his seat. She watched him in a state of shock and horror as he sat back down, as if nothing had even happened. Her lungs began to properly regulate her breathing as the room magically returned to its normal size and the claustrophobia subsided.

“Thank God it’s Friday, am I right?” Homelander barked with laughter, the life and charm returning to his eyes and face as he fixed his microphone back in place nonchalantly. “Well, let’s get everyone back in here to get the show on the road!”

She stared at him with hopeless confusion, as if questioning if the past 3 minutes occurred entirely in her own imagination. He looked back up at her but only gave her exactly what made her heart flutter mere moments ago from another - a wink and a smile.

He didn’t see her again for the next week. He waited for her voice to enter through the door before herself - likely right before he conducted a meeting, interrupting and irritating him as usual - but she never showed. Every time he wanted something he looked around the halls, hoping to find the plucky intern to play fetch as she always insisted on doing but she was nowhere to be found. Her perfume even started fading from the rooms he normally felt suffocated in until he found himself wondering what the scent she wore even was.

A part of him was let down that she turned out to be just like the others, always gone the moment it got a little hard. He felt that he could’ve been a lot worse than he had been, he merely offered a bit of life advice. She seemed so enamored by the new company she kept, it was hard to fathom that she’d give it up like that. He almost found himself wanting to casually ask Starlight about her new friend but he stopped himself, what was to gain from it? Probably a woe is me story of his given dose of reality.

It was really too bad she was just as disappointing as he expected.

By the following week he had almost pushed her out of his mind enough to no longer wonder or seek out her presence. No one so much as mentioned her through the days but he truthfully wasn’t sure if anyone even bothered to know or care as he did. But how could they not show curiosity? How could they not notice that her shrill voice was absent?

And then he heard it. The melodic laughter that shot a pain straight to his temples as it echoed down the hallway. Homelander thought for just a moment that he may have been hearing things, even a Supe had their moments. But as the voice continued to float closer to the office he knew exactly whom it emitted from.

He surprised himself with how quickly he shot out of his seat to peer around the door, but as he rounded the corner he was finally able to see the person he had spent the last week pondering over. Dressed back in her prim and proper pencil skirt, her hair held up by a thin band in a tight bun. And hanging from her neck…a Vought employee ID.

Homelander huffed a short laugh, his eyes followed her approaching form as she walked closer and closer. The smile she always wore lit up her face as she spoke animatedly to the woman walking by her side wearing a matching ID. He had never seen the woman before, or if he had she wasn’t important enough to hold a memory of.

The girl hadn’t noticed the Supe standing in the doorway until she turned her attention back forward. It was hard to not see the large man with his arms crossed over his chest, especially as his eyes all but burned both the surface of her skin and within. Figuratively and literally. As her gaze caught his own Homelander caught the slight falter in her step as her smile dropped until it disappeared altogether.

“Well well well,” Homelander smiled and the girl noticeably cringed at the sound of his voice, “Looks like congratulations are in order.”

“Oh my god, you’re Homelander.” The insignificant woman next to them fawned, a twinkle of wonder in her eyes and excitement in her voice. Homelander didn’t even bother to look in her direction, his only focus being on the ex-intern in front of him. Though she hadn’t bothered to meet his stare, opting to keep her head ducked as he crossed in front of their path.

“Is that why you haven’t been around? What floor are you on now?” He asked, grabbing at the plastic ID on the end of the lanyard that hung loosely around her neck. She flinched at his movement impulsively. He read her name across the top of the card and looked over the picture that sat in the middle. Her bright eyes that normally shone innocence seemed to hold something deeper, a sharpness, a superiority that he’d never seen her express before. Homelander almost felt his own lip twitch upward at the notion.

“I’m just grabbing some stuff that I left up here,” The girl said, an edge to her voice as she ripped the ID out of his grasp. “Excuse me.”

She stepped around the man to continue her walk down the hall, her hand firmly gripping the woman accompanying her - pulling her quickly by her forearm.

“You know Homelander?” The unknown woman whispered as she jogged to keep up with the girl’s pace. She only continued her retreat, her only reaction being a quick glance back to the man as held his spot.

He watched, his jaw hung ajar as a million words threatened to spill from the tip of his tongue. She had expected him to follow, to hold her back, to say something. And he had wanted to, oh how he wanted to, but he held it in. At least vocally, mentally he was spewing a million thoughts a second.

How dare she. Suddenly she thought she had any authority to ignore him? What happened to the helpful girl who only wanted to please? Couldn’t even have a pleasant conversation with someone she claimed to respect. Where did this backbone come from? When did she become so defiant?

All this time he spent wondering about her, thinking of her and this was how he was repaid? Embarrassing him in front of others? Ungrateful was just another trait he could add to his ever growing list of grievances.

But why couldn’t he just let it go?

She was moved to marketing on level 15 more than halfway down the building. Homelander had paid a visit to Ashley and was able to get the information he wanted from the very person who assigned her there. He also made sure to wring her out about shuffling people in and out, it caused disruption to the natural ecosystem of the company and his team. She looked at him in total bewilderment, he had never once cared about where an intern went or if he’d ever even see them again. In fact, most of the time he was in a more agreeable mood when they were gone.

He watched her from afar, through floors, through walls. Watching as she shuffled from her desk to the water cooler or to get her own coffee, never once needing to serve others anymore. She was a hard worker, she spent hours at a time working on her own projects and those around her seemed to feed off her upbeat personality. The same personality that was almost like nails on a chalkboard to him. But every once in a while, out of boredom, Homelander would find himself tuning out the sounds around him to hone into that piercing voice or silvery laugh of hers.

But she never ventured to the 99th level and Homelander wouldn’t be caught dead in any civilian department. Besides, why would he care to?

They didn’t come face to face with each other again until months later. Vought’s annual kick-off event was an important one for the internal morale of the company. At the beginning of every fiscal year all employees were invited to the gala to partake in the provided cheap catering, the tone deaf DJ, and silent auction in the form of bulk electronics, bottles of wine, or tickets to a downtown tourist trap. It didn’t matter, the whole event would be a tax write-off anyway.

But the ultimate show of good faith was the chance to rub elbows with The Seven. They would walk around with smiles and handshakes, affirming with grace that they weren’t the real heroes at Vought. Sure, they were out saving lives and doing acts of god-like power but the Vought employees were the ‘real people making a change’. Everyone from the CEO right down to the janitors were all equally important and ‘fighting the real fight’.

Homelander could feel the bile rising in his throat as the words spilled from his mouth time and time again. Being the leader of The Seven came with more annoyances than perks. He had shaken so many hands by the midway point that he was sure the leather of his gloves were worn out at the palm. And through that whole time he didn’t even see the one person he was sure would ring his ears the moment she walked in.

He would never admit it but he took a hard glance around through people in search of her. Her hair probably pulled back though ditching the skirt and blazer. With a black tie event he wondered what she would look like in a formal dress. It was a toss up on whether she would be in something modest or something more form fitting. It was clear from the last time he had seen her out of the corporate uniform that she was certainly hiding underneath it. She had to be there, she was too proud of herself not too. He was almost surprised she didn’t use the event to have her own Cinderella moment as Vought’s newest darling employee.

But as she didn’t turn up and with passing time Homelander continued his rounds between the peons. More photos, arms around the shoulder, and lying through his teeth. Though he was used to the charade, that night it seemed to be particularly grating. His eyes frequently darted from his conversations to the corners of the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of his ex-intern. Or even catching her wafting scent through the crowd of seeping cheap perfume and aftershave.

A quarter of the way through Homelander started becoming irritated at his own agitation, he needed a moment alone to collect himself. He had made his way to the rooftop in an attempt to will himself the sanity to get through the night without letting his plastered smile fade away. Or worse.

The cold night air that swept through the railing of the deck was a great relief. The terrace was secluded and quiet, not many people ever came to the spot as the wind was often too strong or too cold. He was also almost certain an access code was needed through the stairwell door but he never bothered himself with finding out. The mere moments it took for him to reach the top of the building from the ground did more to ease his mind than the lifetime in an elevator would.

And just as always there was a certain beauty to the city from high above, especially after the sun had set and darkness took its place. The twinkling of lights bouncing between each building, acting as the city’s own form of stars in place of those that you would never see otherwise. There weren’t many things that Homelander found peace in but that was certainly one of them.

He basked in the nighttime glow, allowing himself the second of peace and quiet before he would inevitably have to return to the crowded room until the tiring event was over. If only he had the power to speed up time. Homelander closed his eyes, filling his lungs deeply with the chilled night air and zoned his ears to the city streets below. The endless sound of traffic, music, idle chatter, and in the between the murmur of noise, sniffles and soft breaths. Loud. Louder than any noise on the ground level which could only mean that it was much closer than the rest. His focus turned to the shuddered whimpers originating behind him somewhere beyond the entryway.

Normally he would have ignored it, been more ticked off that his area of peace was invaded rather than care for the reason for the pathetic cries, but curiosity got the best of him. He followed the emitting sounds around the roof until the sole proprietor came into view. A vision in a sleek glimmering dress, red faced with wetness trailing down her cheeks propped up against the sheet metal of the rooftop bulkhead. His little intern.

Her hair gathered into a messy updo that sagged onto her shoulder as her quivering form shook it loose. Her makeup smudged around her eyes as she squeezed them shut in an attempt to stop the small cries from escaping her body.

She hadn’t noticed Homelander, that much he knew. If she had there was no doubt she would have reacted noticeably. And if he was honest with himself, he would admit that he wasn’t sure what to do about that. His irritation dwindled to an awkward uncertainty of how to handle the situation that he was completely unprepared for. On one hand he was eager to say something, after all, he had been looking for her the entire night and this was a damn near perfect excuse. But on the other hand he could recognize the vulnerable state she was in and how unequipped he was to handle that. Both for her comfort and especially his own.

He backed away slightly, his apprehension pulling harder in the game of tug of war in his mind. She would likely come back downstairs at some point, the party would still be going on for a while and there was no chance she’d pass up the chance to mingle. She was too driven to let that go. He may have had to extend the time he wanted to waste at the event, but he would if it meant he would find an opportunity to approach her.

With his mind decided, he turned slightly to make his quiet retreat off the far side of the deck, though not without throwing a glance back over his shoulder one last time. His eyes landed back on the girl as she crumpled inwards even further, a sob wracking through her body. Her arms had crossed around her torso, her hands grabbing at her bicep and waist to hug herself tightly for any sense of comfort.

His motion to leave had faltered. What could have possibly happened to make his normally bright and spirited intern so visibly distraught? Even his personal shake down didn’t get this reaction from her.

The back and forth struggle reared in the Supe’s mind once again. He should leave her, let her gather herself back together at her own pace alone like she clearly intended. She had been up on the roof top seeking the same refuge and space that he had, he could choose to respect that. But truthfully, he didn’t want to. He was uncomfortable, he knew that there was little comfort he could give or even wanted to give, but he was also curious. He could almost feel an ounce of anger rising in his veins.

Who had done this to her?

Homelander took a breath and shuffled closer to the girl, his feet dragging audibly against the slab roof. He was never one to drag his feet though in a quick moment of decision it seemed better to warn the girl of his presence rather than calling out. And his plan worked, with a slight jump in her shoulders the girl’s watery gaze whipped up quickly to meet his approach. She recognized him rapidly, his stark blue suit bright against the night sky and the flagged cape around his shoulders whipping in the winds. She turned her head quickly in the opposite direction, a hand moving to cover her mouth and control her breathing though she knew as well as anybody that there was little that could get past Homelander’s senses.

“I came up here to be alone,” She said loudly, her voice wavering with the cry that was still caught in her throat.

“I would say the same but it’s a little hard to find peace and quiet when there’s wailing in the background,” He threw out without a thought. The girl’s head dropped until her chin hit her chest, her shoulder shaking again as new tears fell to her lap. Shit. Homelander shook his head, even when his intentions were halfway positive he couldn’t manage to hold himself back. Just a reminder of why he shouldn’t genuinely try to comfort anyone.

Should he stop? Should he go back downstairs to mind his own business? But his mind would still be on the roof with her, he knew that. He wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about what was happening before him. Then he should apologize…right?

“I-..I’m sorry,” He forced, in his hushed tone it almost sounded genuine. She didn’t bother to look up and certainly not back at him - she didn’t make a move at all. But she didn’t tell him to leave again either and that was enough for him to feel okay with his move towards her. He stood next to her for a moment, glancing down as she continued to curl into herself. There was nothing to be said between them as she cried out whatever was going through her mind, but it eased his mind to be by her through it. And even more as he sat next to her and she didn’t shy away.

The sheet metal against their backs was cold, even Homelander could feel the discomfort through his suit, but a steady warmth radiated off her body that made the cool night a little more bearable. He looked over at her bare arms and exposed back, trailing the goosebumps that spread across her soft skin where the fabric did not reach. It was clear the temperature was far from a worry in her mind, though it was a wonder if it was also a cause for the tremble through her body.

Homelander reached his hands around his neck until his fingertips hit the clasps that held his cape to shoulders and collar. He pulled the long piece of patriotic fabric over his back as it came undone in a heap on his lap.

“Here,” He held out the bunch towards the girl to little reaction. She didn’t look over or even so much as move to see what his offering was. With a sigh he took the liberty to throw the cape over her form, draping it across her shoulders and down her back. She could’ve at least been grateful that he was even trying to be a nice guy.

He waited for a moment for a reaction, a regard of any kind but couldn’t say he was shocked when acknowledgement didn’t come. But as he finally looked back out toward the skyline he caught in the corner of his eye as she moved her hands down to wrap the cape closer around her shivering body. And that was enough for him.

They sat together in a silence, neither of them pushing a conversation or advancement past their physical presence. It was an odd comfort that neither of them would fess to.

The girl’s cries slowed down being replaced by soft sniffles and sighs. The shake in her body ceased until all was still around them. The sounds were replaced by that all too familiar chaos emanating from street level. Until she finally spoke.

“Why are you still here?” She asked. There was a touch of curtness in her tone though true malice was absent.

“Why are you crying?”

“Full offense Homelander, what’s it to you?” She shot back. The vitriol in her voice shot surprise through his system, but before he could say anything back she was already speaking again, “You are probably the last person in this entire building to be asking about how I’m feeling. For months you have done nothing besides ridicule me behind my back, roll your eyes at my help, and I don’t even think I have to remind you of the last time we actually worked together. I’m sorry, but I also don't think I need to explain why I’m less than open to expressing my feelings to you.”

She spouted so fast that it took longer for Homelander to even catch all of her words let alone process them. But there were two things he was able to note as she went off and neither had to do with the actual substance of her words. She wouldn’t meet his eye, she stared off into the brightly lit windows of the office building across from them. Her voice wavered as it all poured from her lips, but her confidence was only as strong as her lack of contact. And though her words contained the weight she held in for such a long time, she still couldn’t help but apologize for even saying them.

That was the girl he knew, the ever people pleaser.

“I get that,” He replied calmly, as if none of what she said had bothered him at all being that he only caught half of it. She finally looked over to him feeling that his eyes never left her. She searched his face for anything more, any indication that this was an elaborate way for him to hold something over her or if there was an inkling of sincerity in the man. He had never been so agreeable, but there was nothing there to tell her of any ulterior motives. Still, how could she trust that?

“Why are you here, Homelander?” She urged, looking away again.

He looked over the city with her as he contemplated his answer. Because he was nosy, was that the right answer? It was half the truth. Because he found it more entertaining than what was going on downstairs? That didn’t exactly feel right either. Why was he there?

“I have nothing better to do,” it was the least he could give her. The least he could make sense of.

She snorted softly, an ounce of a smile ticking up at the corner of her mouth. The statement wasn’t meant to be a joke but her reaction stirred something inside of the man to her side. “There’s an entire party downstairs full of people wanting to be with you.”

“And you think I would rather be in the middle of them?” He spoke honestly, more honest than he’d ever be normally but he could help but have it slip.

She barked a loud laugh, “A chance for people to fawn and admire you? Seems right up your alley honestly.”

He deserved that one, he knew it. “Believe it or not, I’m not really the biggest ‘fan’ of people.”

“Oh trust me, I believe it,” she scoffed with a sarcastic sneer. She’d been on the receiving end of that very attitude. She learned that the hard way yet still had the respect to keep a smile on her face and her chin up. That’s what rubbed Homelander in such a way when it came to her. She wasn’t just like everybody else, she didn’t comply or shy away. Her case was separate from all others.

“It’s different. You’re different,” He admitted, whether that was good or bad was up for debate between the both of them. He caught the subtle way her body stiffened at his words, but before either of them could think too hard on it he spoke again, “But that doesn’t matter, this isn’t about me. Tell me why you’re up here crying. Shouldn’t you be brown-nosing with upper management or something?”

Her shoulders slacked at his tone and words as it returned back to the man she had come to know. Homelander turned his head towards her as his ears caught a sigh of surrender left her, “If I tell you then can we call a truce between us? I’m tired of walking on eggshells.”

He hardly felt a truce was what was needed between them but nonetheless he found himself nodding her along. Another deep sigh left her body as she moved backwards to slump against the wall, her hands gripping his cape tighter to her.

“You were right.”

He waited for her to continue, his eyes roaming over her form as she still refused to look at him. But as he waited and searched for an explanation, he felt his patience waning.

“Is that it?” He asked with a huff, “That’s not news to anyone.”

The girl laughed softly. A real laugh that lit up her face despite the sparkling of tears left pooling at her eyes. Her smile gleamed the same way he recalled in his memories as they replayed through his nights, too bright and unfeigned. Though in place of the normal annoyance he had felt seeing in the past, a warm comfort hugged his chest.

“Sorry, I know that wasn’t meant to be funny,” she shook her head and paused for a moment. Her brow furrowed ever so slightly in the silence. The crease in her forehead accentuated the words that were stirring in her mind. Her hesitation was clear but Homelander kept himself silent until she found exactly what she wanted to say, he was curious.

“You’re kind of an asshole, you know that right?”

The man’s expression wiped from his normally prideful face. Maybe it was the setting, maybe it was her emotions that were already shot, but it seemed her normal respectful and reserved manner had disappeared. Her honesty and lack of care had taken him aback and made him even more interested in what else she had held back, what other thoughts floated in her head, how could he know more? Her hands moved down her form until they rested on her lap, the cape hanging loosely over her bare shoulders. She calmed herself before speaking again, seemingly relaxed further that Homelander hadn’t come back at her with anything to tense the air any further, which was truly the real shock.

“Tripp never actually had any interest in me.”

Homelander thought for a moment, her words hanging between them. Who? The girl looked over to the Supe sitting next to her when no rebuttal came or even a move to respond. For the very first time in her presence, the man looked genuinely confused. Not even an attempt to appear knowing.

“The guy back during your press round. The one before you…you know.”

Oh.

“The shitty interviewer?” Homelander absolutely never even bothered to know his name. Figured it would be something equally as inept as him. He seethed that you were on a first name basis with the little shit.

“We had been seeing each other since then, I should’ve seen the red flags every time he asked if he could come by the office but I just thought it was sweet. Maybe he wanted to see me so much that he couldn’t wait. But with me being new I always told him it wasn’t a good idea.” She sighed and swiped her hand across her cheek, embarrassment creeping through as she continued, “This morning I invited him to come with me tonight and he seemed excited, asked about the chances of me introducing him to the rest of The Seven. I told him it would be hard because I don’t work with any of you anymore.”

She shook her head, the glistening in her eyes returning as a pitiful laugh escaped her body, “Long story short, once he knew that then all bets were off. Told me if I couldn’t get him closer to you all then there was nothing in it for him. That I was useless to him.”

The girl pulled her legs closer to her body as fresh tears slipped down her blushed cheeks. Soft sniffles came from behind her crossed arms as she hid her face between them.

Homelander’s jaw clenched. He knew that guy was nothing but a prick, how could she be so naive to put investment into something like that? There was absolutely nothing that guy could’ve offered her that would’ve been worth anything. She was supposed to be smart.

“You said it best, anyways” she continued quickly, “For once I wanted to feel…wanted, I guess. I’m new to this city, to this job, I feel like I’ve done nothing but mess things up since I’ve been here. Everyone ignored me. A-Train called me stupid the minute I messed up his coffee order and you…you hated me the minute I walked into the room! I came off so badly that Starlight had to give me pep talks in the bathroom. But I still tried and nothing ever got better. Then after the incident with you, Homelander, I was done.”

She was blubbering now, her feelings all resurfacing with each word she choked out through tears, “I was going to quit. You were right, I was useless and it was embarrassing the people I admired so much thought I was annoying . And then when you had me moved, honestly there was a part of me that only took it because I wanted to prove you wrong. But really I was just trying to find that reassurance that I was capable of something. Anything.”

Homelander sat, his mouth slightly agape at the words that poured from her body. She hugged her legs tightly against her chest as sobs filtered into the night. There was a lot more behind that bright smile then met the eye, that was for sure. His words and attitude were meant to disrupt her, every snide remark or glare was truly from the depths of his irked soul. But hearing their effect didn’t bring him the sanctimonious delight that he wanted. The pressure built on the girl until she was inches from breaking, that’s what he wanted, wasn’t it?

“Wait,” Homelander said, “I didn't have you moved.”

“What?”

He shook his head, leaning his elbows onto his knees as he recalled her words, “I never asked for you to be moved. You thought I would help you get a job? After everything I said?”

She wiped the tears from her face, “I thought you just wanted to get rid of me, honestly.”

He huffed a laugh, “If I wanted to get rid of you then you wouldn’t be around anymore. At all.”

That was true, it wouldn’t have even been questioned if he asked that. But despite how much the girl stirred irritation within him, he never thought to get rid of her before her time. If possible it felt this time he may have actually done the opposite of what he really wanted. He may have pushed too far. The days gone by without her around agitated him more than when she was constantly badgering around the conference room. Not knowing where she was, what she was doing, who she was with, what she was thinking. He wanted to know more. He wanted her around more.

He wanted her.

“I guess I should be grateful then.” She pulled the cape off her shoulder, exposing her back to the night chill once again as she folded it against her lap. Homelander’s eyes dragged down her body without a thought, he had forgotten the jeweled gown that hung off her body. It glittered under the moonlight just like the remaining tears that lay unfallen in her eyelashes, complimenting each other.

“But anyway, you asked why I was up here so there you go.”

That’s right. The reason for the tears. Because someone thought that they could break her down and throw her away as if it were nothing. As if there were no consequences because she was just too nice, too wide eyed. Funny thing about repercussions, you never know where they could come from.

“Who cares what that prick thinks anyway?”

“You think the same thing, “ she let out a breathy laugh, “you might be more alike than you realize.”

Well that was obviously not true, Homelander thought. That asshole was just a guy, nothing like him at all. He was different. That’s what he wanted to say, but for once he mulled over his words before he spoke. He craved this interaction with her, just the two of them, her walls down and open. He couldn’t have her shut him off, not again.

“Listen, I've been a dick, I know. You’re capable, you said it yourself. You’ve already proved it.”

She stopped tracing the finely stitched stripes over the cape to look over at him, her expression showing disbelief at what her ears were hearing. “Wow, that was actually sort of nice, Homelander”

Homelander searched her face for a moment, “call me John.”

“What?” “My name is John” He repeated. He pushed and tested the water further, how far could he get before she pulled away from him again? His hand slowly reached to rest over the vibrant red and white of his cape that lay over her thigh. “You don’t need some asshole to tell you that you’re anything. You’ve got friends at Vought, people like you in your office, you've got friends, and some great ideas you’re working on.”

She stared down at his hand touching her over the layers of fabric between them. How would he know all that? He was never around to see how she interacted and certainly none of her ideas or meetings ever got back to him, why would they? Though despite the implications, his words were strangely but heartwarming.

“You know all that?” She asked, looking back up to meet his gaze. He nodded only to stop abruptly when he realized his slip. He had been watching her, his keen superpowers coming in handy it seemed. If she knew that there was no way she would ever speak to him again, he fucked up even when he was trying not to. But despite his certain thoughts, a small smirk appeared on the girl’s lips. Her hand rounded her side and rested gently over the Supe’s gloved one that still lay gently over her leg. Her fingers slowly wrapped around in a firm squeeze. A friendly gesture that was certainly not expected.

“Thank you,” she spoke. “Listen, I know you have a lot of pressure on you, more than I can imagine. I get why you are the way you are, even if it’s off putting. So, John, want to spill some feelings on me? Seems like a good start to a friendship here.”

For once he liked the way his name sounded on someone else’s lips. On her painted, glossed lips. It made him feel more important than any headline could.

“I dont know if I would go that far,” he laughed authentically for the first time in a long time. A new flush form on the girl’s face. This time not one of embarrassment or sadness.

“You know you’re not so bad when you let people actually have a conversation with you. I actually really liked this, thank you” They sat there for a moment, hands still in each other's grasp, basking in the feeling of whatever new union was between them and all the unspoken thoughts of what it meant or what it didn’t. The only things that were certain was that Homelander wasn’t going to let her far out of his sight from now on and anyone who wronged her would be thoroughly dealt with. One before the end of that very night.

The girl took in a deep breath next to him before standing slowly, her dress cascading down her legs as she let go of Homelander’s hand, “We should get back.”

His eyes watched her as she wiped any makeup that may have smudged out of place and fixed her hair until it sat perfectly at the crown of her head. That sugary scent of her perfume caught in the wind and wafted over him, filling him with craving instead of agitation. But that would have to wait. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

She looked down at him, a smidge of worry wrinkling between her brow, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just want another second before shaking a hundred more hands,” he smiled at her. It was a familiar smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, one that simmered something else behind it. But as he moved to tuck a wayward hair behind her ear, ease filled her veins. Whatever was on his mind was for him alone.

“Fair enough, I don't envy you,” she admitted, sharing a smile back. Though hers much more genuine as she looked over the Supe, “I’ll find you in there later for a picture of my own.”

Homelander listened to her giggle at her own joke as she turned to make her way back towards the staircase to rejoin the party downstairs. They shared one last look over her shoulder until she descended and disappeared below his view. His smile disappeared immediately without her presence. He had one thing to take care of before he could attempt to enjoy any part of his evening with his newly kindled whatever.

There wasn’t a chance he would let someone hurt what was his and he would make sure that was known to anyone that dared.

#Homelander #the boys #the boys fanfic #the boys fan fiction #fanfics #fan fiction #fanfic #homelander fanfiction #homelander fan fic #homelander x reader #homelander x you #writing

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okay quick 2x04 thoughts before i go off to make some gifs!

moiraine in cairhien was so fun!! loved getting a peek at her childhood and family

i gasped when it was revealed that moiraine (and presumably siuan) deliberately planted logain in cairhien to lure rand, even though i should've seen it coming! i should've known moiraine's always playing 4D chess!

WE STAN ANVAERE, absolute queen shit. she out-moiraine'd moiraine! also, as a younger sister who spent my whole childhood craving my older sister's approval, Felt

i'll admit i'm not jazzed about lan's storyline this episode. it was a little interesting and i liked getting a look at what alanna is like "outside of work", and she and maksim and ihvon continue to be top-tier secondary characters, but it felt like too much time and i wish some of this screentime had gone to mat or egwene instead. though i'm guessing we'll be getting much less of lan and more of others (especially egwene, for obvious reasons) next week!

but i AM intrigued by the direction they're going with lan's bond. everyone had speculated alanna's absorbing myrelle, but given that lan's getting on pretty well with them all and alanna seems to be leaving the decision in his hands and even suggests he could soon bond with nynaeve, i really do wonder if they might just have lan's bond go straight to nynaeve post-moiraine's-"death" and keep alanna & rand as the only non-consensual bonding in the show. it's a bit of a repetitive plot beat and i don't think anything would break if lan's version of it was skipped.

egwene referencing rand to elayne but without mentioning his name or any distinguishing info about him!!!!! this definitely gives me hope for a cute little scene of rand and elayne encountering each other in falme without realizing they have mutual friends.

i was SO confident that blonde warder trainee in the trailer was gawyn, but it turns out he was just a random background guy! i have been catfished! but maaaaaaybe it really was him but he just wasn't credited because he's not being officially introduced until a later episode? please???

LEANE'S OUTFIT!!! and ooooh great setup for the falme trip AND the coup next season (i'm sure some people will be more convinced by liandrin/elaida merger after this scene, but i truly don't think that'll happen bc a) it wouldn't work storywise for a number of reasons, b) if they were merging them they would've named the character elaida instead of liandrin)

i LOVED perrin's scenes with elyas!!! and this is coming from someone who was always bored to tears by perrin povs in the books! elyas delivering exposition like it was the most obvious thing in the world and perrin's an idiot for not knowing was a GREAT vibe haha and we have confirmation that perrin's visions aren't a visual representation of his smelling abilities, but rather sendings from the wolves! and we got hopper!!!!!

liandrin's convo with nynaeve was SO GOOD. i was going "awww this is so sweet, i love this" "oh wait, betrayal incoming, shit" djkjfg they did a great job of making it believable that nynaeve (and the audience) would trust liandrin's word about going to falme. also, the show's focus on the tragedy of aes sedai longevitiy is excellent, 10/10

elayne my beloved!!!!! "yes i'm following you obviously" i love her your honor!!!! and the earlier moment where she admits being curious about what it's like not to have your whole life mapped out, but then says she wouldn't trade places with egwene. baby! can't wait to get to her queen arc eventually!

FASCINATED by the reveal that min is working with liandrin because liandrin had promised to take her powers away from her. what an amazing story choice!!! it lends min some much-needed narrative meat, it makes SO much sense that she would find uncontrollable foresight to be a burden and a curse, and it sets up a potential arc of her learning more about/coming to terms with her powers. in the books she never has many thoughts on what it's like to have these powers, so i LOVE that the show is going to explore that more.

overall i'm quite surprised by the relative lack of mat in the season so far! i'd assumed they'd want a lot of time with him early since he was out of the final 2 eps of s1. but i'm sure he'll get a more focal episode later! on that note, i'm a bit worried because imdb doesn't have min in episode 5, and they do have mat, but it could just be because donal is a regular so gets billed for every episode even if he doesn't appear. because i'm not sure it'd make sense for mat to appear but not min next episode? but it's possible, and it's also possible that min will appear and imdb isn't accurate. still, i'm bracing myself for no mat storyline next week.

at least we got confirmation on the where & why of their trip: cairhien because ishamael wants to get mat and rand back together!! highly relatable of him, i must say

i don't even know what to say about the rand & lanfear stuff, it was SO good i'm shaking!!!!! but poor rand has probably been put off bondage forever now which is absolutely tragic djkfjgh

update to add: i can't believe moiraine walked in on rand mid-sex (with a forsaken) i hope they have the world's awkwardest conversation about it once they've stopped fleeing for their lives. there is a spectrum and This & mean girls "do you need anything? snacks? a condom?" are on opposite ends of it

#wot #wot on prime #wot show spoilers #wot book spoilers

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Simblr Gratitude: Gameplay Edition

I missed Simblr Gratitude Day because I was so busy with college- I'm sorry!😫I hope it's not too late for me to join in!

This Simblr Gratitude post will be all about gameplays and my personal favorites to binge read over and over again. I will be including Sims 3 and 4 gameplays, but feel free to reblog if you know some great Sims 2 ones as well!

Shoutout to @armoricaroyalty for creating Simblr Gratitude Day and to @simblrpositivity for being such a ray of sunshine in our lovely community💕And here we go!

Sims 3

@thepettymachine you can't discuss TS3 gameplays without mentioning thepettymachine. Her gameplays are pretty, funny, and engaging- I've read through the Osbourne Legacy way too many times🤣

@pixelbots another iconic TS3 simblr. STUNNING pictures, too- I wish my game could look that great! The Zodiac Legacy is also one of my favorite TS3 gameplays.

@muckleberri absolutely beautiful sims and pictures, and awesome gameplay! Definitely check out the Lepacy, Maxim isn't the nicest sim out there but man is he hilarious.

@simspaghetti beautiful gameplay, relatable sims, a super detailed and helpful resources page- what more could you want?

Sims 4

@sojutrait ICONIC. Similar to the Osbournes, I've binge read the Halabi Legacy more times than I can count- Ollie my beloved😍One of the few simblrs out there where I can actually see the sims as real people with distinct personalities!

@akitasimblr two words: Harper. Legacy. One of the best gameplays out there- 11 generations in the main legacy, wow! Ana is also one of the sweetest people on here too, always showing love to everyone including my little blog🤗

@pixelnrd absolutely amazing Decades Challenge. This is another one I've read through many times. Beautiful writing, storylines that make me cry, gorgeous sims.

@cyazurai adorable gameplays and such pretty sims! I'm always a fan of Not So Berry challenges, too😉

@wileyfern pretty and interesting gameplay that keeps you hooked! Definitely read through the Live for Something challenge.

@sammyshuno omg, the Sweet Legacy is one of my favorite gameplays on simblr. I can't get over the bright colors, stunning sims, and storytelling!

@plumdale beautiful gameplay and editing. It's like I'm watching a tv show!

@estah love the Random Legacy- Atlas is one of the prettiest sims I've ever seen!😍

@tulipsimss I've read through the Random Legacy so many times. Her gameplays are just so pleasing to look at and manage to tell interesting stories just through pictures and moodlets (which isn't easy)!

@cinamun trust me, read Things Fall Apart. AMAZING storytelling. You'll be laughing, crying, and wanting to jump through the screen and meet these sims because they feel so real!

Both

@nikatyler one of the best NSB challenges on simblr. Ross, I love you!😍I love how she plays both TS3 and TS4 and adds storytelling too!

@berrysweetboutique read the TS3 story Splash of Color! Iconic, sweet, funny, it has it all, and she even retold the story in Sims 4 as well! I remember reading this story years ago and it definitely inspired my own storytelling skills.

Today is my simblr's 2nd birthday and I couldn't be happier to be on simblr. Everyone is so sweet, talented, and welcoming to newer/smaller blogs like mine and I've already made a few friends! I hope to find many more amazing gameplays in the next year. Thank you all for making simblr a fun place and Happy Holidays!❄🥰

#simblr gratitude day #simblr positivity #simblr #sims 4 #sims 3 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 3 gameplay

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Some rewrite ideas that I thought could help keep Salem consistent: She and Ozpin have been in what is essentially a stalemate for the past century. They’re both immortal, and have lifespans upon lifespans to make their moves. Any premature strike on one of their parts could mean they lose. Consequently, they are both highly cautious and slow to act.

Humanity isn’t completely divided, but it’s not unified enough. There’s a constant push and pull between them, yet neither is so satisfied with the current state as to make their final move.

Salem almost has it easier; she doesn’t have to restart every 50-70 years like Ozpin. But she’s a bit more of a glass cannon, what with her weakness to the Silver Eyes. So her bursts of activity are mainly dedicated to culling the SEW, and it’s been largely successful. Silver-eyed children are unlucky, haven’t you heard? Rumored to attract Grimm. Maybe more than one struggling family in a rural village just couldn’t deal with the ostracism from the rest of their neighbors (because eventually they won’t be able to keep going. you can’t hack it on your own in Remnant). That successful doctor from Atlas can give their child a better life. That woman in red from the city, she has silver eyes too (contact lenses); she’ll care for your son because she understands. And in cities, well. People disappear all the time.

That Summer and Maria have lived long enough to become Hunters is impressive, but their careers were both cut short, and Maria was the lucky one of the two.

Ruby coming to Beacon is nothing short of earthshattering. Taiyang and Qrow kept her safe and thriving, but her Hunter aspirations are dangerous. If she ends up unleashing her power by accident, if the wrong people see, then she’s not safe anymore. All it takes is one wrong move. So she goes to Beacon, and Ozpin sees her silver eyes Summer’s eyes Tedrah’s eyes Cobal Indio Laven’s eyes and a dozen others he still remembers by name and her stubborn hope and realizes he can’t be so complacent anymore.

And a year later at the Vytal festival, a student from Haven named Cinder sees her silver eyes and realizes Salem needs to know about this. And then Salem finally stirs, for once and for all.

Of course some of the background information about Salem’s quiet war against the SEW can’t be stated from the beginning, but it doesn’t have to be. Just have some people quietly mention the superstition that silver eyes are a bad omen. Have Ruby mention how she was homeschooled as a kid. How she always wore sunglasses in public; sensitive eyes and all that. Her dad was sooo overprotective, haha!

Honestly I barely need to change anything. All I need to do is actually flat-out state some stuff. I came up with this in like. A half hour. I think I even managed to work in the “simple soul” idea to a good extent. But what do I know? I’m not a writer on RWBY.

honestly this was so good to read & really does show like what you said in that so little is needed to change to actually have some of these storylines make sense. & having some of this background decisions under wraps could very much be crwby's "plan" also but unlike this fantastic ask, we don't even get the bare minimum. people are still scrambling even now to come up with a justification for why salem has done sweet fuck all even at times of high probability that she would've steamrolled the good guys like in the colour war.

i did also love the tidbit of children going missing because it was just so subtly haunting & horrifying, all these silver eyed children have gone missing & there's no accountability to it because that's just the world they're in. love me some horror like that.

#rwby #rwde #salem #ruby rose #summer rose #maria calavera #cinder fall #ais.txt #answered #q

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This Week in BL - Things are Very Mixed

May 2023 Wk 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Step By Step (Thai Tues WeTV & Gaga) ep 3 of 10 (MDL still says 12, but Gaga still says 10) - The subs are janky on YT, so you might want to watch this on Gaga. This is such a good show, it just feels so much more authentic to an office environment and first job then anything else I’ve seen in BL. Now that might be because it has western source material, or it might be because it is actually kind of old-fashioned (it’s been years since I worked as an office grunt). While the authenticity may be a little triggering for some, I love how much tension it adds to the leads’ dynamic and the quality of the narrative. I also really love the brothers’ relationship, now that we got to see them on screen together for a bit. Walk of shame was great! Oh look, character development, how novel. This is what Boss & Babe should have been. Not sold on the sides tho it’s nice to see a faen fatal as the main character in a dynamic for a change.

La Pluie (Sat iQIYI) ep 2 of 10 - This one is really grabbing me by the throat. I love the starter concepts, what a fantastic twist on a meet cute not to mention soulmates. I hope we spend more time with the vet and his coworkers, they seem awesome. And another surprise, the guy we think is being set up to be the brother’s love interest is now clearly interested in the wrong brother. I love the trope subversions going on with this show!

Our Skyy 2 (The Eclipse) eps 5-6 - FirstKhao are just ridiculously cute as a couple. Honestly? Aye just seems like he would be a lot of work as a lover. I’m not as wild about the premise of this installment, with the film clips and stuff (as I was of NlMG’s installment). And then, the singing. Oh well, you can’t have everything. I gotta say, First is a great crier, although I don’t think this story warranted his tears. In the end? My feelings on this installment were mixed, the movie storyline didn’t grab me and the birthday storyline seems a touch mean spirited, but I do think it adds substantially to the original Eclipse rather than feeling superfluous or slapdash like many of the other Our Skyys. So I’m going to go with 8/10

Future (Thai Sun YouTube & Gaga) ep 6fin - More of the same (which I like) but I’m glad it ended. Didn’t need to get dragged out. Such drama over nothing. In the end? This is just a soft sweet cotton candy fluff piece about a younger boy who pursues an older boy and then manufactures silly gay drama. Nothing wrong with that. But I don’t think this style of BL really appeals to a very large market share. Will I rewatch it? Sure. Will anyone else? Nope. 7/10 RECOMMENDED WITH RESERVATIONS.

Pastsenger (Thai Weds Gaga) ep 9 of 12 eps - And now the amnesia trope. I’m not a fan. This is such a pulp. At least it ends next week? Groan, no 3 more eps.

A Boss and a Babe (Fri YouTube) ep 10 of 12 - one thing I realize I like about this main couple’s dynamic is that the seme/uke seems earned, where it didn’t in Echante. I don’t have much else to say except it’s crazy when a narrative betrays its characters like this and why to poor ForceBook keep having to deal with it?

The Promise (Thai Weds YT & WeTV) ep 7 of 10 - Honestly, who wears an all white outfit to play around with coffee beans in the countryside? I LOVE the faen fatal, he’s so good, courageous, honest, and morally sound. He even gives his rival fair warning. Nan should totally go out with him. I made awwww noises over the faen fatal! I NEVER do that. I guess Phu was right all along? Nan won’t date a friend. Ultimate friend zone. Well shit. This show. Ouch.

House of Stars (Thai Mon iQIYI) ep 1 of ?? - There seems a slight horror element which I do not like and it’s also confusingly like Melrose Place or something. Everyone is sleeping with, or wants to be sleeping with everyone else. It’s kinda hilarious to watch something where all the actors are supposed to be good actors but it’s a pulp so they just really aren’t. So far my main issue is I can’t keep them all straight in my head (pun intended).

Tin Tam Jai (Tues Gaga) ep 10fin - There is very little I enjoyed about this show. The entirely forgotten side dishes gave us 5 min of excellent high heat and then vanished, but otherwise this show sucked in the wrong way. It’s forgettable and I intend to do just that. 5/10

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 5 of 10 - The way these two are very quietly yet thoroughly falling in love with each other is executed with such grace and subtlety that only Japan could have handed this out. It’s not even “falling” it’s more like sliding gradually into love.

Love Mate (Korea Thurs Viki) eps 1-2 of 8 - Launched very much openly gay so that’s fun. Also very much bubble too, so no one around them cares. So: Seo is a player jaded older uke (fun character type we don’t see often) and his seme is a romantic if arrogant weirdo. Can you see my hands clapping? Combative trope activation! Absurdity. How fun. Also workplace harassment but hayho that’s BL for ya. (Also a nonBL Kdrama specialty.) ALSO whole office in on seme-stalker’s side? All in all, it’s odd and questionable, but I’m into it. Why am I like this?

Happy Merry Ending (Korea Thurs Gaga) eps 3-4 of 8 - OK I’m not super into the main couple but I love all of the surrounding characters. The overly protective best friend with a crush is giving bad advice but it’s understandable and he’s super hot so I forgive him. And the idol character is a wonderful addition, he is my baby. Also, evil ex is v evil.

Vian the series (Vietnam YT ) - I thought this was gonna be Tiktok only but apparently it’s showing up on YT too. It’s cute! My cat boyfriend (which is more common that it should be) and this seems to be Vietnam’s installment (we got Thailand’s last year). The boy playing the cat is the prettiest human being on the planet. Fight me. No fight him, get scratched. Serious tho. Holy hairballs. Look I don’t really like vertical content but I am watching this for him. Meow, indeed.

The Day I Loved You (Vietnam YouTube) eps 2-3 of ? - BL Express’s first impressions mirror mine. Niks is so flipping cute. Rich kid is so into him, so is bestie. So much gay macho posturing. So much bi fear and het shame. But also it’s killer to get a femme main characters who isn’t being mocked. Dancing trope continues (better than singing together). It is kinda Heartstopper goes Pinoy BL. Honestly, I prefer kids a little drawings to terrible sound effects. This is better than it or we have any right to expect.

Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 12 - There is a lot I like about this drama, except the weird central conceit of the naked dining. But the romance part is cute, if a tad simplistic.

My Story (Pinoy Sat YouTube) ep 4 of 10 - chukchuk went missing and so did my interest in this show. I’m DNFing this one.

Dancing together, the baby sub-trope of 2023. (The Day I Love You)

It’s Airing But ...

Love Syndrome (Thai Sat WeTV) stopped at ep 2 of 12 - I’m just not into any aspect of it (except Lee Long Shi) - saving to binge if the end is solid.

Venus in the Sky (Sat YouTube) pilot/tester?) 0 of 10 - not entirely sure what’s up with this one distribution-wise, but the pilot was classic university-set pulp. I hope it happens because the leads are cute with good chemsitry and I thought it was fun. However, this pilot holds together as its own little short too.

Stormy Honeymoon (Vietnam) - meh

In Case You Missed It

Actors Bas Suradej (2 Moons etc...) and Copter Panuwat (so much BL) have left Starhunter. So Copter and Kimmon will part ways as an on-screen pair (RIP KimCop). Their upcoming show Boy Never Smiles will still air, but will likely be their last together. (source)

Restart After Come Back Home (highly recommended), Athlete, Capture Lover, Tkumi-kun, His the movie (recommended) and also a bunch of the dark stuff like Forbidden Love and Shortest Distance are all leaving Gagaoolala soon. So watch ‘em while you can. A few are also on Viki, but many will be difficult to get hold of without Gaga.

I finally finished the second season of The Reason Why He Fell in Love with Me (Japan Gaga) and gave it a 4/10. I just don’t like or recommend any of the installments of this franchise, but if I had to pick, it’s season one.

Make a Wish finished at 6 eps. Stars Fluke Natouch (OhmFluke UWMA etc...) & Judo (The Miracle Of Teddy Bear) in medical-fantasy about a doctor who sees ghosts and a deity who resides in a Bodhi tree that earns merits whenever he fulfills a wish. Based on a y-novel by Sammon (Manner of Death, Triage). I will watch it if I get hold of it, but for now... who knows how it went?

Here’s a really interesting podcast ep from 99% Invisible on captions and captioning.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Coming in May 2023:

5/18 - Starstruck (Korea ????) - A boy has had a crush on his childhood friend for a long time. Stars Zuho (Kpop SF9 - noted good egg) opposite rookie actor Kim In Sung (the one with the crush).

5/27 The Luminous Solution (Thai ????) 10 eps - Thana is having trouble at work and in his relationship. He can't seem to catch a break. So he makes a wish to change everything. The wish has a price.

5/27 Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari no Hajimari no Asa (Japan) - NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS (but that has never stopped Japan before) and no, I have no idea where to get it, why would I ????? (Say it with me everyone: Oh Japan, must you?)

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

Defining Gut Wrenching from The Promise

Honestly you gotta be so careful who you case as the faen fatal, sometimes he steals everyone’s hearts. I caught a BAD case of second lead syndrome.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Future reviewing itself for us.

Tiny king of the GMMTV cameo. (Our Skyy et al)

Frankly if this weren’t such a bad story, Cher might be one of my favorite BL characters. (Boss & Babe)

(last week)

Current Kpop earworm? BTOB's - Wind & Wish (I don’t consider myself Melody but I make no case for that statement)

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Next week's episode, I imagine, Tim will end up learning to let people in and accepting help. Another character growth for him, while Lucy isn't even allowed to really feel the emotional consequences of her near fatal shooting. It's already as if nothing happened and she's over it, nothing comes back to haunt her.

To me, the biggest turn off of this show/ship is this unbalance of storylines and depth between the character, the female one always getting the short end of the stick.

Hi anon!

Thank you for the meaty, thoughtful ask! Definitely some thoughts here that are right up my alley.

I'm going to start by saying I have genuinely been surprised by and happy with this season so far. Season 6, at least for Chenford, has felt like a return to the to the show's earlier roots of being truly character-driven. And I mention that simply because I still see a LOT of potential for Lucy's storyline this season.

This is the first time in YEARS we've had a multi-episode storyline seeded for Lucy, and I'm over the moon about it. With that said, the show still has its issues, and I completely get what you're saying.

While the moment with the radio was sweet and I can appreciate the sentiment, I agree that it was actually quite strange that we went from Lucy being devastated by the idea of almost killing someone to Tim framing something that will forever remind her of that moment and them smiling and laughing about it. I think in the show's attempts to deliver fan service, there isn't always someone asking: is this actually something a normal person with human emotions would do? 😂

So yeah, in making that choice, it did seem like they'd swept the shooting storyline under the rug and were moving on.

That said, I will be completely flabbergasted (and legitimately outraged) if there's not more to come in terms of Lucy's broader storyline, including her having to come to terms with her feelings about all of the challenges she's faced this season. We're coming off of multiple episodes that were very focused on Lucy's emotional state around the detectives exam and the aftermath, so I understand why they've shifted to seeding a storyline for Tim for a little bit, but I'd argue that as much as this episode gave us some (tbh kind of convoluted 😬) backstory for Tim, it was just as much about how Tim's actions impacted Lucy.

I'd argue that it was WAY easier to empathize with Lucy this episode than it was to with Tim (minus Eric's teary-eyed "Understood" that was an act of violence against us all). And tbh I'm not sure if that was intentional, but I'm more than okay with it.

For me, this was one of Lucy's best episodes in a long time -- this is the badass, take no shit woman from Seasons 1 and 2. She loves Tim dearly, and we know it must have killed her to ask him to leave, but she still found the strength to stand up for herself. She knows she deserves to be treated as an equal partner, and she demanded that Tim either provide that or go. And for her to be able to do that amidst everything else her character has been through in just the first 4 episodes of this season was IMO phenomenal (and so, so painful but absolutely needed) to see.

I couldn't agree harder though with your broader point -- the show has seemed very lopsided in terms of giving Tim lots and lots of backstory and multiple opportunities to grow and evolve, and then can't even be bothered to keep track of Lucy's parents names😭. It genuinely sucks. And they have so much to make up for.

They've given Lucy plenty of screen time and they've put her through tons of shit. I just think they haven't seemed to have had much interest in really exploring the actual impact on her character in any meaningful way, until now (I hope!).

And to be clear, I have zero interest in seeing Lucy simply tag-along on Tim's story for the rest of the season. I love that they are going to be together; I love that they are getting to support each other, but Lucy needs (and deserves) a fitting conclusion to her own story.. And if they don't give her one...

Thanks for the ask anon!

#chenford #see lana ramble #the rookie #lucy chen

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theflyindutchwoman · 8 months

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Love reading your Anatomy of scenes and responses to questions. Thank you for those and your photo sets, I'm so appreciative for you and anyone else giving new content! Have you ever talked about Tim's reaction to the five player trade and the resolution between Tim and Lucy on the issue? Might be an unpopular opinion, but I get Tim's reaction and think he had the right to be upset. I did also love Lucy acknowledging Tim's feelings, but saying she was sorry, not sorry (and Tim's little smile, he's so gone for her!).

First of all, thank you so much for taking the time to read my analyses - and sending me this. If my little ramblings and photo sets help make this hiatus more tolerable for you, then my job is done. ღ

To answer your question : no, I haven't written about it yet - only the second part of the scene, when Tim gives Lucy his Valentine's Day present. I mean, I may have commented about it here and there, just not a full-on post, sorry. To be honest, I have some mixed feelings about this storyline so that's why I have been avoiding it for the moment. I haven't rewatched season 5 though (only a couple of episodes), so I'm hoping that once I get to it, it might inspire me more.

Tim's feelings were valid, I agree with you… Personally, I didn't mind that he was upset at first. My issue is that we didn't really explore what these feelings were. They barely got the chance to talk about it in the shop or in his office. That last scene implied that it was because Lucy went behind his back, which I found fair. Except he pretty much did the same thing : when he went to see Grey to move out of her chain of command, he didn't discuss it with her first. He only informed her once it was a done deal. Granted, he confessed immediately, instead of hiding it like she did - although she would have found out the next day regardless. But she didn't get upset with him. She actually appreciated what he did. We didn't get to see this from him and that's the part that has been missing, at least for me. I guess I saw her gesture as a nice departure from Rachel, who wanted him to start over in New-York and Ashley, who was trying to convince him to retire. And here was Lucy, who not only was ready to move to another station so he could stay in patrol, but also tried to create an opening for him, so he could get a job that he would find just as rewarding. He was finally with someone who was fighting for him. Someone who has always fought for him. I suppose, I wanted to see that acknowledged. A bit like how Tim recognised how she helped him for the sergeant's exam. In the end, this just felt a bit too contrived, you know what I mean? It stayed superficial, like the writers wanted a conflict, but didn't have time to delve into it.

That said, I absolutely loved that she stood her ground, explained why she did it while acknowledging his feelings as well. And his little smile too - he's so far gone, you're absolutely right. Even the way he was quick to forgive and forget was sweet. I just needed more substance. Hence my mixed feelings on the matter. But that's just my perspective of course :) It also doesn't help that the last time the five-player trade was mentionned, it was to suggest that Lucy might lose her chance of promotion for this… So that may have soured me on the whole plot. I definitely need to rewatch the episode, with a set of fresh eyes. This is why I love these little discussions!

#ask & ye shall receive #the rookie #chenford

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When Two Worlds Collide Series

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Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader x Arthur Morgan

Chapter Five: Our Gal

WC: 7.8k

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Friends to Lovers. Alternative TLOU & RDR2 Universe. Growing M/F/M Relationship and hints of M/M attraction. Smut. Mentions of Sex. Oral Sex (fem receiving). Fingering. Little bit of angst in this one, but it has a fluffy ending.

AN: We're nearly there, my loves! I've been trying really hard to keep this whole story short, but I'm finding it difficult to keep it simple. We need a little more plot before reaching the ending. I can't help it, I love this concept and want to explore every possibly aspect. I will most definitely be writing some singular one-shots for this storyline in the future. I ain't done with this yet hehehe! I hope you enjoy.

It’s been two days cooped up inside this homestead, and it’s been so pleasant living domestically with two men who are head over heels with you that it feels normal. It feels as though you belong here and this is the way things were meant to be… Like you were made for each other.

Unfortunately, it’s a true saying that ‘all good things must come to an end’ and you’ve been trying to ignore that this good thing you got going between you, Joel and Arthur will eventually come to pass. You’ve been trying to avoid the inevitable because at some point, you will be going home and even though you’re desperate to get back to where you really belong, you don’t like to think about the reality of what that means for the cowboy you’ve grown close with over the last few weeks.

Arthur will be staying here, and it’s a farewell that you don’t wish to go through.

You don’t want to say goodbye, and neither does Joel for that matter. They’ve grown close too, especially after you all got intimate the other night. It’s been nothing but a pleasure in the last couple of days. The men satisfied you like you’ve never been satisfied before, and they never left you wanting or needy for more either. You’ve been showered in sweet kisses, blanketed by their warm embrace and completely engulfed in their love and attraction.

Last night however, was a little different. You didn’t roll around the sheets making love to one another until the early hours of the morning like you did the night before. Instead, you initiated a conversation about avoiding that farewell you dread so much.

You spoke to Joel first about it, to which he revealed that he had the same wishes as yourself, and together, you both asked Arthur if he would like to join you when going back home. Neither of you wanted to leave him behind, but neither of you wanted to stay here forever either. This world is different and beautiful, but it’s not where you belong. Austin, Texas is where you belong. It’s where your lives and your families await.

As expected, Arthur kindly denied your thoughtful offer and explained that he belongs here with his family. You already knew he would say that, but you wanted to ask nonetheless and hoped there was a slim chance that he’d say yes, or he would think about it at the very least.

Needless to say, it was a disappointing, yet understandable answer. You know the man can’t leave his gang behind. He’s so loyal to those he loves and it would be absurd to think he’d abandon them to venture into a new world with you and Joel. So rather than spending the night making love, you spent the night cuddling under the covers, holding each other near and dear like you’d be saying goodbye any day now.

That stranger future guy — Francis Sinclair — hasn’t replied to Arthur’s letter yet, but you have a very strong feeling in your gut that he’ll reach out soon. It’s as if you’ve just found something good here, and just like that common saying, all good things must come to an end. Nothing great lasts forever and you fell asleep last night, wrapped up in the greatness of Joel and Arthur’s presence, savouring every special moment you have with them together.

Now, as the birds tweet their morning song and the sun peeks through the windows, Arthur is the one who awoke first, and he awoke with a soft grunt of your name slipping past his lips. You were still fast asleep and he could feel your warmth pressing against his chest as you breathe rhythmically. It was so subtle and sweet the way you lightly snored, the sound barely audible.

He opened his eyes and looked for you, but found Joel’s face peacefully resting against the pillow in front of him instead. You were buried beneath the blankets with your head and your body comfortably squished between him and Joel. He could feel how hot you were, although you didn’t seem to care and basked in the sensation of two men crowding you completely.

While a part of Arthur wishes he could switch places with Joel so he could see your pretty face, another part of him didn’t mind waking up to see the sight of a man laying opposite him. It was rather surprising how much he liked it. He’s never laid in bed with a man like this before, but he wouldn’t oppose doing it again. Joel looked so calm and well rested, the difference in the dark circles under his eyes were most noticeable. They seemingly disappeared overnight and now he sleeps comfortably, as if he, too, didn’t mind laying in bed with another man like this.

In spite of the fact they weren’t really touching each other intimately since you lay between them, it didn’t take away how deeply romantic they’ve been with each other because of you. Arthur smiles with the remembrance of gripping Joel’s bicep for leverage to piston his hips into you from behind. He feels his cheeks burn with arousal when remembering how Joel spoke to him and praised his actions when fucking you till exhaustion. He closes his eyes briefly and shudders when thinking about how sexy and passionate both of you sounded when climaxing. The sound of your whimpers, so breathy and high pitched, mixed and paired well with Joel’s low guttural groans of pleasure.

Arthur loved it; loved everything about you and Joel together. The thought of letting another man join in the sexual act of making love to a woman never occurred to him before until these last couple weeks. But there were so many things about the experience he had over the last few days that he enjoyed so much and wants to do again. Maybe even explore a little more, if Joel is comfortable with that of course.

Surely he would be, Arthur thought to himself as he could feel Joel’s softened cock between your legs. His cock was between your legs too, only it was growing harder and harder by the second with the thoughts of awaking you both with a pleasurable sensation. He spent the night cuddling with you naked instead of satiating that sexual need of his and now he’s woken up today hungry and ravenous to feel your heat wrapped around him, squeezing him of every ounce of desire he could possibly give. The man has never climaxed so much in his life before. It’s as if you hold that special talent to draw all of it out of him. You and Joel.

However, as much as Arthur would have loved to wake you both up with a blissful orgasm, he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries or wrongfully assume that you like that sort of thing. So instead, he carefully peeled the covers back and climbed out of bed, leaving you both to rest for a little longer while he whips up breakfast.

He got dressed then made his way into the kitchen to look over the food stock. The supply was a little sparse and he’d need to make a visit into town today, but there’s enough to make something to eat for three people.

After gathering some sausages, eggs and bacon together, he brewed up three extra hot mugs of black coffee first before slowly starting the cooking process. He didn’t want to rush and risk the chance of ruining the food, but the smell of roasted coffee beans reached Joel first and he woke up before you did. It was his favourite beverage after all, and he exited the bedroom in nothing but his pants and looked at Arthur sitting by the fire.

“You want some help?” He offered kindly.

“Nah. Take a seat and relax.” Arthur denied the helping hand with the same sentiment of kindness in his tone. “Drink ya coffee. I’ll take care of breakfast today.”

“Well, that’s nice of yer.” Joel moved towards the sofa, chuckling softly with a smile on his face. “Thanks, sunshine.”

Arthur turned to look at him now, his cheeks rosed with flattery while mirroring Joel’s smile. “Don’t mention it, big boy.” He replied and looked into the man’s eyes with a lot of adoration and respect for the man.

Recently, those pet names have harboured a different meaning for Joel and Arthur. It wasn’t just a joking gesture between friends anymore. It became something meaningful and sincere. Like it held the same expressive value of calling you darling or sweetheart. Each of them felt a little flutter in their stomachs and a warm sensation spreading across their chests to hear those terms of endearments. The pair have undeniably become closer to each other, and it’s because of you that their friendship blossomed into something more.

It’s been adventurous and exciting, and Arthur simply can’t get enough of you or Joel. It’s a strange feeling for the man to be so sexually satisfied, yet always hungry for more. He wants more of everything. Not just the sex. More of the way you smile, and how Joel laughs, or how you giggle and the way Joel smiles. He wants more of your humour and the way you tease each other, and the way you never forget to include him in everything either. It won’t be the same without you or Joel. He’s become so used to having you there with him day and night that it feels like you’ve been a part of his life for years. Not weeks.

When the smell of the food started invading every corner of the house and the sound of it sizzling in the pan could be heard, you finally woke up and peeped your head out of the bedroom door. Joel and Arthur turned to look at you, both of their eyes darkening with lust at the sight of you looking so sexy. You stood in the doorway, your eyes heavy and hair slightly dishevelled, with a blanket lazily draped over you that did a poor job of covering up the most revealing areas of your body, but neither of them minded the fact they could see the top of your breasts or a glimpse of your pretty cunt.

“Morning.” You said tiredly, your voice soft and quiet. Moving toward the sofa and taking a seat in the middle, you reached for your coffee then brought your knees up to your chest to get comfortable. Joel laid his arm over your shoulder and squeezed your arm gently. “G’morning, doll.” He murmured into his mug, to which you leaned into his side and looked at Arthur as he smiled at you. “Morning, sweetheart.” He said.

You took all but a sip of your coffee before leaning over Joel to place it on a little table, then moved back into your prior position to cosy up into his side while the food cooks. It smelled divine and your stomach growled, but you still felt so tired and couldn’t fight the urge to close your eyes just for a few moments.

You felt Joel’s hand slipping down your arm to pull the blanket over your body to wrap you up and gradually, you ended up resting your cheek against his chest. The deep vibrating hum of his voice as he spoke to Arthur lulled you back to sleep in a matter of seconds. Moments later, they alerted you that breakfast was ready and you opened your eyes to find three plates filled with bacon, eggs, sausages and a couple slices of toast on each.

“God.” You sighed. Sitting up straight and rubbing your eyes, it’s as if you fell asleep for longer than a moment and took a little micro nap because the sun was glaring through the windows now. It was blinding your eyes and zapping you with energy. “Can’t believe I fell back to sleep. How long was I actually out for?” You asked before raising your arms to stretch, not caring about how your blanket fell down and revealed the top half of your body. Your breasts were completely exposed now, which Joel and Arthur immediately looked at and blushed.

“Not even ten minutes... Here, sweetheart.” Arthur presented you a plate of food, the delicious aroma making you salivate as you take it from him. “Thanks, handsome.” You replied, then patted the empty space next to you. “Come sit up here with me and Joel.”

“I won’t say no to that.” He grinned. Standing up from the floor and moving towards the sofa, he took a seat while you readjusted your blanket to cover yourself up again. Even though he wouldn’t have minded the sight of your beautiful bare chest while he ate, it’s best that you protect your skin in case you drop any food and burn yourself.

After getting comfortable and digging into his breakfast, you all basked in the silence with the occasional short conversation in between bites. You didn’t feel the need to talk. It wasn’t awkward in the slightest. It was just peaceful.

Surprisingly, you had finished your food first and it was rather out of the ordinary as Joel and Arthur tend to wolf down their meals like it was the last one they should ever have. It’s obvious that you woke up with an impressive appetite today and both of the men were happy that you ate every last bite. You’ve had a few moments here and there over the last few weeks where you skipped meals because of stress and anxiety. So to see you eating like you ought to be was a big relief.

You stood up from the sofa and made your way into the kitchen to wash up, telling them to bring their dishes through once they’re finished. It just felt like the normal daily routine now; wake up, cook and eat breakfast, then clean and do whatever needed to be done that day before relaxing.

Except, there wasn’t anything on the agenda today. The men had finished the wooden fence yesterday evening and the perimeter is secure now. And enough money has been accumulated over the last couple weeks as well, so there isn’t an urgent need to go out and earn either. Though, you do need to restock the food in the kitchen so maybe a visit into the town of Strawberry would be best.

With the timely fashion of Joel and Arthur entering the kitchen with their dishes, you turned to them and asked: “Should we head out for the day? We need to buy food and I think we’d benefit from getting out of the house for a few hours.”

They looked at each other first, exchanging a few wordless looks of contemplation and approval before looking back at you. “Yeah. I think that’d be nice.” Arthur said first, then Joel quickly added with an even better idea. “How ‘bout a picnic? Owanjilla is near Strawberry. We can visit the town and get the supplies, then head over to the lake for a while. It’s good weather outside.”

“I could bring the fishing poles?” Arthur suggested before you could have the chance to reply, expressing his excitement of the idea by how quickly he spoke. “Me and you ain’t ever fished before. We can even teach Y/N if she don’t know how to do it, and whatever we catch, I’ll use to cook us dinner tonight-”

“No.” Joel interrupted firmly. “I’ll cook dinner. You did breakfast, so it’s only fair you and Y/N take a break. Besides, I got a mean fish pie recipe that you’ll love.” They turned to you now, as if they were looking for confirmation on the plans for the day but you didn’t even have to say anything. The humorous grin on your face said it all, but it made them look at you suspiciously and Arthur pointed it out. “What’s so funny? You got that look in ya eyes.”

“I don’t have a look.” You defend yourself and shrug innocently, yet you still wore that grin on your face. It was hard not to smile and feel so happy about how they bickered just now. They were arguing with good intentions behind their words and it was so endearing to see them getting along like this. It was so attractive to see with your own eyes how much they care for each other, and how much they care for you too. “Can’t a lady just be happy for no reason at all, Arthur?” You tease before turning around to face the sink, knowing that your words and actions would prompt him to react in the very best way.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He moved closer and reached out for you, his hand landing on your hip felt warm and strong, thus sending a tingling shiver up your spine. “I didn't mean it like that... Won’t ya forgive me?” He asked, his voice seductive and corrupt as he toys with the blanket wrapped around your body like a towel. You bite your lip and stifle a moan when feeling his fingers traveling inside the fabric to touch your skin. It was like white hot electricity once he made contact, the sensation making your legs squeeze together with a palpable pulse in your nether regions.

“Yes. I suppose I could forgive you, Arthur.” You managed to capture some focus to reply to the man, but feeling him closing in was making your head dizzy with desire. He slowly pulled the blanket off your body and let it drop to the floor, the action making you inhale shakily with the cool air hitting your nipples.

You could hear how they both sighed breathily behind you, as if they were admiring the image of you fully nude from behind. They've seen you naked numerous times now, yet it seems that your appearance never ceases to amaze them. Their eyes were blown wide with lust, their cocks already growing hard and stiff. Arthur pinched your ass cheek and Joel chuckled sadistically at the way you gasped then leaned into him, like you were searching for more.

“You gonna watch or join, big boy?” Arthur whispered to Joel before he moved to stand behind you, his words making your eyes close with anticipation and intrigue as to what comes next. It could only be something most enjoyable and pleasuring. The men never left you wanting, but in some weird way, you always want more. Hell, you even thought about waking them up during the night with an orgasm, but didn’t want to ruin a good sleep. Joel needed it desperately. You saw the bags under his eyes yesterday and they were heavy, but today they have practically disappeared.

Now though, you’re all on the same page and you’re mutually feeling insatiable for each other’s touch. Your head lolls back as Arthur brings his arms around your front to palm your breasts, grabbing the plump flesh by the handfuls while rolling the stiffened nipples between his fingers. You would have moaned, but it was snatched by Joel as he tilted your face towards him eagerly, forcefully, and sealed his lips over yours in a heated kiss.

The man wasn't shy with expressing how much he wanted you. Both of them were like that. Joel swallowed all the pretty little noises you made and groped himself to relieve the ache in his cock. The men groaned in unison, feeling your body become soft like putty in their hands was a reward in itself, as if they were so intoxicating and overwhelming in the very best way for you.

You sampled only a taste of Joel’s tongue in your mouth before he pulled away and looked at Arthur. He made some sort of gesture with his mouth that you didn’t quite catch before they both started smirking at each other, the looks in their eyes can only be described as pure carnal need.

Arthur brought you with him as he took a step back and provided some room for Joel to move in front of you and kneel to the floor, then it suddenly became clear as to what gesture he made with his mouth mere moments ago. The man looked up at you through half-lidded eyes and licked his lips, his face now inches away from your pussy.

“Open your legs a little more for him, kitten.” Arthur instructed, his voice sweet like honey, yet deeply venereal and desirous. Doing as he so politely asked, you spread your feet apart and looked down at Joel as he leaned in to place a kiss on your mound. Your chest began to rise and fall quickly now with the sensation. It felt so good and you could feel Arthur smirking against your neck as he, too, watched Joel get to work between your legs.

He placed another kiss directly over your clit now, but didn’t pull away this time and slipped his tongue between your folds, making your mouth fall open with a pathetic little whimper leaving your lips. It was so breathy and ragged, the sound fuelling their eagerness to please you.

“Oh, that’s good. Right there, Joel.” Arthur praised while holding onto your hips to keep you still as you naturally pulled away from the overstimulation of pleasure. It was surprising to feel how sensitive you still were. You thought it would have eased off now after taking a much needed rest last night, but your clit was still swollen and tender despite the fact you yearned for their touch.

The little gasps and mewling whines escaping you were music to the men's ears. It spurred them both on to keep delivering their punishingly satisfying treatment. Joel gripped the back of your thighs to keep you pinned into the position of his liking while rapidly flicking his tongue left and right, the sound of him slurping up your juices was most shocking and exciting all at the same time. He sounded like a man starved, and your cunt was his only source of replenishment.

It was pleasing just to hear him groaning and grunting into your slicked folds, as if he couldn’t ever get enough; as if he wouldn’t ever be replenished and would always need a drink of your desire right from the source. Arthur rested his chin into the nook of your neck and looked down into Joel’s darkened eyes. “Ya hear that, big boy?” He asked proudly. “She’s close… Y/N’s gonna come for us.” He spoke to him like you weren’t even there and rolled his hips forward to ease the ache in his dick.

You could feel how hard he was. It was pressing into your lower back firmly, but the man didn’t take what he so desperately needed. You would eagerly offer Arthur to fuck you from behind, but it’s as if the man was getting off watching you fall apart on Joel’s tongue instead.

“Oh fuck.” You whined. Throwing your head back with a sobbing cry of their names, Arthur took advantage of the opening and kissed your neck plenty as the peak of your orgasm neared. You could feel the cramp in your abdomen tensing up. It was powerful and beautiful, ready to unravel at any given second. You started to claw at Arthur’s arms and panted heavily between moans of pleasure, but the moment Joel sunk two fingers into your aching cunt, the tension broke and you saw stars.

“Joel!” You mewled his name to the heavens above, almost screamed it. He didn’t ease up and prolonged your climax as long as he possibly could, drawing out every ounce of desire you could offer. Your legs buckled beneath you. It felt so good, but it was too much. All of it was too much.

You couldn’t concentrate on how deliciously big and thick Joel’s fingers were as they worked you open and caressed that soft spot deep inside, the action making you drip your essence down his arm. You couldn’t focus on how good Arthur’s lips felt on your neck, or how feral he sounded as he dry humped you from behind. The man was practically fucking you, using the friction inside his jeans to release a creamy white load onto the denim fabric.

The way they both groaned and grunted was arousing and worthy of another orgasm right there and then. It’s as if they didn’t care how they looked or sounded when making love to you like this in the kitchen. They were ravenous for you to be pleased sexually, starved of those pretty little sounds you make for their ears only and didn’t care about their own pleasure.

You couldn’t concentrate on how filthy and shameless they were right now, but neither of them were done with you yet. It’s Arthur’s turn next; his turn to make you fall apart on his tongue and his fingers as they work you open even more.

Oh, what a sensational way to start the day, you thought.

Later that day, at around noon, you had finally made it to Owanjilla lake and took it upon yourself to set up a blanket on a little bank beneath a tree. You needed to shade as the sun was high in the sky now and you didn't have any sun cream, only a large sun hat to keep you from burning your face, neck and shoulders.

Joel and Arthur didn’t seem to care all that much though. They removed their shirts and lapped up every minute of the heat. It was nice to look at them half undressed and bathe under the sun, but you kept an eye on the time and watched closely for any signs of sunburn or sunstroke.

Taking their shirts off only lasted fifteen minutes before they started cooking and you told them to put their clothes back on. After making a broad selection of sandwiches to choose from and setting them aside to eat later, you finally sat down and relaxed. It was heavenly under the shade. There was a cool breeze whispering through the bushy trees and it sounded angelic.

“My God.” You gasped in awe as you admired the scenic view of everything around you. The lake is magnificent, and the land surrounding it was even more pretty. “Arthur, how can you live here and not spend every day outside? It’s…. It’s just breath-taking.” Kicking your shoes off, you lean against the bark of the tree and unwind to the full extent.

“I do spend every day outside, sweetheart.” Arthur chuckled. Taking his shoes off as well, he and Joel walked a couple feet into the water and threw out the line of their fishing rods before he tilted his head towards you and continued his conversation. “I’ve spent most of my life outside. Ever since I was a young boy really, and I guess it’s always been in my nature to wander around and explore the land, you know?"

“Yeah.” You agree contently. “You’re an outdoorsy kind of guy… I like that.” It makes you smile to think about how Joel is also an outdoorsy kind of guy. He enjoys hiking back home, but hasn't been able to go out and indulge all that much since he started the renovation. The thought popping into your mind brought a twinge of sadness with it though, so you quickly shrugged it off and tried to ignore how much you miss your home. “What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever seen out on the road before?” You asked, hoping the topic would distract your mind.

“Shit. There’s so many, I wouldn’t know which ones are the weirdest.” He replied with another chuckling laugh, the sound making you and Joel smile. Arthur once said that you have a pretty laugh, but his laugh is really infectious and attractive. As a matter of fact, Joel’s laugh is the same. They’re just like each other in so many ways, yet uniquely different in their own beautiful way.

“I think I saw a flying spaceship one-time.” Arthur continued casually, dropping that piece of information like it was normal. “I followed some instructions and saw some circular flying object in the night sky. It had a bright green light shining down from it.”

“And you expect us to believe that, huh sunshine?” Joel scoffed affectionately. Nudging Arthur’s side while shaking his head in disbelief, you shook your head too, but the man persisted that it was true. “I could show ya’ll where to find it, then you’ll believe me and then we'll see who's laughing.” He joked, then returned a playful nudge to Joel with a smirk on his lips. They continued to push into each other and slowly broke into a fit of laughter once it became too boisterous. Their camaraderie was most enjoyable to watch. It was entertaining and humorous, the sight making you giggle.

“Anyways, how ‘bout you, sweetheart?” Arthur turned to ask you, then looked at Joel to make him feel included in the conversation. “Ya’ll ever seen something weird like that before? I got stories for days, but all I’ve done is talk about myself since I met you. Tell me what it’s like where you’re from.”

“Well, I can’t say I’ve seen an flying spaceship before, or anything as weird as that.” You admit, then look to Joel for his input. “What about you, Joel? You got anything?”

“Yeah actually, I do.” He nods with a soft laugh, as if he were hesitant to say. “I uhh… I think I might have seen a ghost before. It was a long time ago now, but I was around five or six years old when I saw a woman sitting on the foot of my bed. I didn’t recognise her and my mom thought I was lying for the longest time until she saw her one day too.”

“Oh wow… That’s really spooky.” You shivered with goosebumps when trying to imagine how you’d feel in that situation. It must have been freaky for Joel and his mom to see such an unexplainable phenomenon. You’ve met Joel’s mom once before. Avery is her name and she’s a lovely old woman. Joel clearly got his good looks from her and his old fashioned gentleman attitude from his father, Hudson.

The Miller’s are a welcoming family, and Joel misses them dearly. You’ve noticed that over the weeks you’ve been stuck here, and you can sense that he’s feeling despaired right now from his sudden bout of silence and the way Arthur looked at him with concern in his eyes. The mention of his mother clearly brought all of those emotions to the surface again; the very same emotions you’ve been trying to shove down deep inside and ignore.

It’s been hard trying to remain hopeful that you’ll find your way home again, but it’s been exceptionally harder for Joel to cope considering he actually has a family to go back to. You haven’t seen your family in years. You grew apart after moving across the country as soon as you turned eighteen, and even though you do sort of miss them, you don’t yearn to be reunited with your family like Joel does with his.

Rising to your feet, you walked towards him and reached out to wrap your arms around his body, using your embrace to comfort him. It’s what he so desperately needed right now — comfort and consolation.

Arthur laid a hand on his shoulder and squeezed reassuringly, causing the man to crumple under the gestures. He lowered his head and looked away, as if he were ashamed to show his teary eyes. The mood had changed so quickly and it’s become evidently clear in your mind that he’s been keeping this bottled up inside.

After a few quiet moments, he gathered himself together before placing his hand over yours. “S’okay.” He muttered while shaking his head. “I’m okay.”

You continued to cuddle him from behind and didn’t let go. And neither did Arthur. He stood closer to Joel and wrapped an arm around your back, as if pulling you both into a warm hug. “Whatever it takes.” He said solemnly. “I’m sorry this happened, but I’ll do whatever it takes to get ya’ll back home.”

Joel turned to look at the man and smiled with respect and gratitude. “Thanks, Arthur. It means a lot and I appreciate everything you’ve been doing for- woah!” He yelled out when his fishing rod damn near slipped out his hands. You could feel the force of the fish biting on the bait as Joel was yanked forward before planting his feet into the ground. “Christ. What kinda fish ya’ll got here?” He asked, but before Arthur could answer, he was yanked forward again and you quickly darted your hands out to hold the rod with him.

“Arthur… I can’t hold….” You giggled relentlessly, struggling to form the words and ask for help when suddenly, Joel was yanked for a third time and it caused you both to fall forward and land in the water. You were drenched and the fishing rod was gone in a matter of seconds. It disappeared into the dark abyss of Owanjilla Lake before you could even think about grabbing it.

“You fucking bastard!” You cursed at the fish between fits of laughter, then quickly got on your feet and moved further into the lake with Joel and Arthur shouting for you to stop. It was an impulse decision to chase it down, even though it was useless. But after catching a glimpse of the fishing rod, you leaped for it and without hesitation, the men rushed in the lake after you.

Together, you all ran around the shallow waters like headless chickens looking for the fishing rod until it got deeper and deeper. The lake wasn’t a huge body of water, but the depth in the middle was so cavernous that you couldn’t see the bottom. It looked like an endless black void and it was eerily frightening as well. You quickly lost sight of the fishing rod and didn’t want to attempt swimming down to the bottom of the lake looking for it.

“Seriously, what kind of fish do ya’ll have out here?” You repeat Joel’s question from earlier as you swim back to the shore. “That fucker has to be twenty pounds at least.”

“I reckon it'll be the legendary smallmouth bass.” Arthur replied. Trudging through the water together, he helped you and Joel to your feet before reeling in his fishing line to take a break. He didn’t want to try his luck again anytime soon and needed to ease the happy cramp in his stomach after laughing so much with you both. It was funny to him watching you chase after a fish, and even more funny to him that he and Joel joined the search.

You walk towards the picnic blanket, feeling defeated and beaten, then sit down to dry off as he explained. “I got a couple maps in my satchel. One is for legendary animals, the other is for legendary fish and the smallmouth bass is here in Lake Owanjilla. They’re rare to find, but worth every penny.”

“And you didn’t think to tell us that?” You looked at him with a facial expression that spoke of shock and slight annoyance. That small detail about a twenty pound legendary fish would have better prepared you and Joel. It wouldn’t have caught you off guard like it just did and maybe you could have saved the fishing rod.

But looking on the brighter side of the whole situation, it distracted Joel perfectly and now he’s feeling happier. You can see it on the man’s face as he smiles and rubs a hand over his stomach, as if easing the discomfort he feels from laughing so much.

“I honestly forgot to mention it.” Arthur palmed a hand through his hair, the locks of wet blonde starting to curl at the ends. He grinned and shrugged timidly under your playful glare, the sight making you break into a smile and roll your eyes. “Alright.” You sighed softly. “I suppose we’ll have to try again with your fishing rod later and see if we get lucky. We’re going to need a bigger bait as well. I’m surprised the bastard even took Joel’s bait.”

“So how do you know that we need a bigger bait if you’ve never fished before?” Arthur questioned, and Joel turned to you with a suspicious look on his face, the stifled smile on his lips making your cheeks burn. They’re onto you. They’re slowly piecing together that you do in fact know how to fish and you lied about it earlier.

You rolled your lips together and waved your hands flippantly, acting like you had no clue what Arthur was talking about when in actuality, you probably know more about fishing than what they both know collectively.

“Ohhh. You little minx.” Joel laughed deeply with merriment. “You played me and Arthur like a fiddle, didn’t yer? Acting like you don’t know how to fish so we’d teach you how to do it. Tsk-tsk-tsk.” He tuts three times and the sound surprisingly turns you on. It’s as if being called out and playfully scolded by the man was exciting and it never dawned on you before just how much you liked that sort of thing. You wonder what else you could do that results in some form of punishment in the bedroom.

A pleasurable punishment delivered by Joel and Arthur at the same time…

Later that evening when the sun was a couple hours away from tucking in the night, you packed everything up from the picnic by the lake and stowed it back on the horses. You’ve had a long and adventurous day, but you’re ready to tuck in for the night too. It’s getting colder and darker by the hour and it’s time to get back to the homestead in Tall Trees.

Making a quick stop into the local town known as Strawberry, you approach the post office with a great sense of pride sitting on your shoulders. You caught the smallmouth bass. It was a big legendary fish indeed that weighed in at a whopping twenty-two pounds and six ounces. It also took Joel and Arthur to lend a hand for you to reel it in, so it was actually a team effort rather than a solo achievement. You caught some other lake fish as well for Joel to cook up for dinner tonight and just the thought of sampling a taste of his cooking is making you salivate.

The reason you’re making a quick stop at the post office however, is to mail the prize fish to Jeremy Gill – a famous fisherman and writer who Arthur met a while back. Arthur sure meets some interesting people out on his travels and the fact he might have seen a UFO doesn’t really seem that far-fetched anymore. You and Joel didn’t believe him at first, but considering the circumstances of how you both got here, it’s nothing out of the ordinary for the cowboy. It’s probably just like any ol’ regular Tuesday for him.

While the man heads inside and conducts his business, you wait outside with Joel. The moon was already starting to make an appearance on the other side of the sky now and the fading transformation of colours was most spectacular to look upon. On one side, it was a deep red and orange, but then on the other side it was a dark purple and blue with a couple sparkling white specks from the stars. It was beautiful, and truth be told, you wouldn’t ever get over how amazingly clear the skies were here. Soon you will be able to see all the stars and constellations again, just like you do every night.

“Hey.” Joel called out gently, and you snapped out of your idolisation of the sky above to look into his warm hazel brown eyes. “Sorry to disturb yer. I know how much you like looking at the night sky.” He chuckled and the sound made you feel warm and fuzzy. “I just wanted to thank you for everything today, doll.”

“It’s ok. I think we all needed that breath of fresh air, you know? So really, it’s ok, hon.” You shrugged it off, appreciating but denying his gratitude because it really was no problem at all about proposing the idea to head out for the day instead of staying back at the homestead like you usually do. You all needed to get out of the house and take a much needed break from everything. But to your surprise, the man reached out to take your hand and insisted that you know what he’s thankful for exactly. “I meant thank you for taking care of me when I broke down, darlin’. I… I really needed that.” He explained.

“Oh.” You sighed quietly. Looking into his eyes with compassion and empathy etched on your face, you can only begin to imagine how much he needed the comfort and reassurance from you and Arthur at that particular moment. He’s been trying so hard to keep himself together for your sake, and it’s only fair he released some of that emotional pain he’s been balling up inside. You’ve never seen Joel cry before, and you don’t ever wish to see it again, but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t be allowed to nor should he feel ashamed to. He is human after all, and everybody finds some form of cathartic release when shedding a few tears. The guise that everything will be okay could only last so long for the man. It was only a matter of time before he broke down, and you’re most grateful to have been there when he really needed you.

Leaning into his side, you rest your cheek against his shoulder and place your hand over his chest, feeling the speedy beat of his heart beneath your palm. He’s worried about the worst case scenario. You can tell because whenever you think about the worse case scenario, it makes your heartbeat erratic too. The thought of never returning home makes you hysterical, so you try your very best not to think about it and remain positive instead. You distract yourself and keep busy, and that’s exactly what he needs right now.

“It’s ok, Joel.” You whispered tenderly then tilted your head upwards to look into his eyes again. “We’ll get through this together. I can’t tell you how exactly, or make everything right again, but you know I’m always going to be here for you.”

“Of course.” He breathed a sigh of relief, as if hearing those words were working to ease his emotional plight. He already knows you’re with him every step of the way, but hearing you say it is what he needed to hear. “And Arthur too.” He added after a moment's reflection, like he was slowly coming to grips with the worse case scenario and accepting the cold hard truth. “He’s always going to be here for us too.”

“Of course.” You reiterated his exact words, like you were also coming to grips with the cold hard truth. It hurts to accept that, but they always said the truth hurts. You need to start thinking about long-term living arrangements here and about building a secure future because the chances of going home are so slim that it seems to be nigh impossible. It’s something you and Joel should have figured out sooner rather than later to save yourselves the let down and disappointment.

But upon looking at the silver lining of things, it couldn’t have been made any more clearer that you and Arthur are Joel’s rock. You’re both someone he can rely on and seek comfort and reassurance from. You and Arthur keep him held together, like you’re the glue mending all of the broken pieces, and they both do the exact same thing for you too. Like they are your rocks, keeping you grounded and mentally sane.

Without Arthur Morgan's gracious attitude toward strangers and his offer to help – even after getting into a brawl with Joel – you both would have been severely broken and hopeless. He’s been keeping you both held together, and when the man finally exited the post office without a letter from Francis Sinclair, you looked at him and smiled with teary eyes for the debt that could never be repaid. He saved your lives, and you’d forever be filled with gratitude for that.

“Alright, who’s ass do I gotta kick for making our gal cry?” He asked Joel, and you would have giggled at his question to show that you’re crying happy tears, but the use of ‘our girl’ was making your stomach flutter. It made you feel equally loved by Joel and Arthur. Not more or less, just an equal and powerful amount of love from both of them. But because of the stupefied look on your face and the sound of your silence, Joel replied to the man for you. “Well, that would be your own ass, sunshine.” He chucked before wrapping an arm around your back. “We’re just really happy to have you with us, Arthur. I don’t even know where we’d be right now without yer and I’m glad we’re all together.”

Taking the words right out of your mouth, the man couldn’t have articulated it better. It was true. You wouldn’t know where you’d be right now and you’re most glad to have each other. Arthur really absorbed Joel’s words and started to blush with flattery. His cheeks were burning redder than a tomato as he perched both hands to his hips and timidly shuffled on his feet. “Oh, you’re too kind.” He said before approaching his horse and mounting the saddle. “A man like me doesn't deserve good people like ya’ll in my life.”

“Why? Because you’re a thief who steals from wealthy people who don’t deserve it?” You chimed in now and leaned over to squeeze his bicep. “Don’t put yourself down like that, Arthur. You’re a good man with a big heart and we’ve been thinking…” Looking into Joel’s eyes, he nods in your direction with approval for what you’re about to say. “...I think it’s time we start looking for long-term living arrangements and we’d like you to stay with us, or if your gang would allow it, maybe we could stay with you.”

Arthur turned to look at you both now with hope in his eyes. “Really? Y-you and Joel?”

“Yes.” Joel answered the man, then sighed heavily. “It doesn’t look like we’ll be headin’ home, so whether you like it or not, you’re stuck with us.” He chuckles softly and begins to accept the cold hard truth that this is his life now. “We’re with you till the end of the line, Arthur… Me and Y/N, if you’ll have us.”

“B-Both of you?” He asked timidly, his eyes darting between you both before he looked at Joel’s lips, the action making the man burn up with a blushing smile. It made you smile too because it isn’t just some adventurous no strings-attached kind of sex between three people, two of whom have never explored the act of love with the opposite sex before, but it’s becoming something serious and romantic. It’s quite obvious that Arthur doesn’t just want you both to stick around and become a part of his life, but he wants you both intimately.

And from the way Joel winked at Arthur, he did too.

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