#we would have been so confused and still blindsided

[naeviskz]

genre. idol!hyunjin x model!f!reader | established relationship

words. 1.5k+ tags/warnings. angst, fluff (towards the end), smut, accusations of cheating, hj is lowkey toxic (but we love it hehe), cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, some mentions of crying, not proofread

this has been in my drafts for years and i finally finished it bc i was tired of seeing it LMAO. btw the position i’m referring to is this (nsfw link), i usually hate vids but this was rlly good imo.

“i think we should take a break...” you admit, voice growing shakier as you spoke. this was never something you wish to say in a million years, you wanted this relationship to work more than anything. but you were at your wits end with everything, talking to hyunjin was like conversing with the wall, never truly grasping any of your concerns.

you noticed the cracks beginning to seep in the midst of six months of being with him. he would often be dishonest of his whereabouts, saying he was out late due to “work” but was actually out drinking at some bar with chan or something. it made no sense for him to lie about such trivial things but he does it without even thinking. this was supposed to be a lovely vacation in paris together but lately you’ve grown tired of feeling like you’re unappreciated. a break from each other might be the best solution in getting his act together once and for all.

hyunjin felt his whole body turn limp as you uttered those words. not only was he blindsided by your decision, but you never indicated before to him that you were ready to propose such a drastic idea. “but why though? don’t you think this is a bit random? i mean this came out of nowhere ___, i thought everything was good between us, why are you suddenly saying this now?” his thick, bushy brows furrowed in confusion, he wasn’t letting you off this easy and you know it.

“i just think it’s for the better right now hyune, we’re both so busy. we have a lot on our plate, especially you… and this relationship is just— it’s only putting more strain on everythi-”

“are you serious ___? do you hear yourself? i knew what i was getting myself into the day i asked you to be my girlfriend. i’m well aware that i can’t be with you 24/7, and neither can you—however, i don’t expect that anyway. all i ever wanted was to have you by my side, i want to work through the hardships with you but if you’re so willing to give up like this then… i don’t know. i don’t even know what to say to this honestly..” hyunjin couldn’t help but cut you off, once his emotions take over, all sense of logic and reasoning is thrown out the window.

he was never one to question his worth in the eyes of his partner, but you were his longest relationship, he saw you as his first and only true love. it never occurred to him that he could lose you, the possibility of this break lasting long enough to make your love fade away was a scary revelation. there had to be a way he could fix this, he couldn’t bear to be without you.

“are you seeing someone else? maybe that’s why you’ve been so distant towards me lately…” he wanted to scream for saying that out loud but at least he got it off his chest. he knows how petty it sounds but he didn’t care, he wanted you to give him answers.

“no! i’m not seeing other people, i don’t have an interest in anyone but you hyunjin. i want to do this for the sake of us, we’re clearly not where we need to be and this break could help with getting us back on track and spending time apart could be beneficial.” you try your best to articulate your words properly but he remained unconvinced, he wasn’t on board with any bit of this.

how could you even be okay with something like this? spending time away from you drove him absolutely insane, he couldn’t fathom taking a break—not from someone as important as you in his life. he just needed to remind you that the love was still there, though it may be but a dull flame, he could ignite the spark again, with the little bit of hope he had left.

the foundation of your relationship was built from shared interests, since you both are part of professions that rely heavily on looks, you refused to see each other based solely off those superficial aspects. instead you got to know each other’s minds, your core values and beliefs, what mattered to you the most. you cherished every one of those deep conversations you shared together, it was a beautiful experience, an indescribable memory that shaped your bond forever.

so why is it now that you feel this way? was he really that oblivious to everything? he should’ve done more to prevent this but now he fears it’s too late. he’s faced with the conundrum of losing you and there wasn’t much time for him to stall or ask for a chance of redemption, he couldn’t waste another second.

“fuck that,” hyunjin angrily spat, his face contorting into a look of pure disgust. “you’re not going anywhere.” he reaches out to grab your waist before you could walk away, aggressively pulling you into his chest.

no matter how much you attempt to escape his hold, he’s not letting you go in the slightest. he’s much stronger than you, could easily lift you up without breaking a sweat. there was no use in fighting, you had no choice but to give in and let this conversation go. once his lips crashed into yours, everything faded to black. as if a simple kiss was the cure-all of mending this decrepit relationship.

hyunjin’s forehead pressed against yours as he pulled away, “shhh, lye down baby,” he hushes your quiet mewls, instructing you to do as he says. “gonna make you feel so good,” his hands slid under your skirt, gently rubbing over your clothed slit “you’ll forget everything.”

* :.･ﾟﾟ･ ✿

“oh my- fuckk, hyunjin!” you cry out, almost on the verge of tears just from how skilled he is, rutting your hips upwards into his mouth as he devours you whole.

the pace of his tongue is relentless, roughly lapping up all your juices like he’s the most starved man alive. you’ve lost count at the amount of times he’s already made you come undone just from his mouth alone. your body’s buzzing with titillation, all you can do is scream and clench your pussy around nothing while he fiercely sucks on your clit.

you couldn’t stop twitching, feeling yet another orgasm approaching. your legs anchored over his shoulders, unable to think or speak coherent sentences as his face was fully buried into your dewy cunt. he relaxes his jaw a bit more, going all the way from the bottom inching further up as he comes back in contact with your puffy clit. at any given moment it feels as if your heart’s about to stop.

“hyunjin-” your heads thrown back into the pillow, digging your nails into his shoulder blades from how overly sensitive you are. “n-need to cum.. can feel it. m’so close.” it surprises you when you’re able to even express such words.

a low grunt can be heard underneath, hyunjin loves hearing you— it’s arguably the best part about going down on you. the hand that wasn’t occupied went straight to gripping a fistful of his ebony hair, continuously moaning his name so loud that you genuinely feel bad for whomever the unlucky people that got to hear this.

just when you thought it couldn’t get anymore intense, he slips 2 of his slender fingers inside, making you gasp from the overwhelming sensation. flashes of white invade your vision, violently shaking as your lips form an “o” in the throes of ecstasy. hyunjin knows your body so well that this is nothing for him, he’s got it all down to a simple science. no one knows your body like he does, and especially no one can make you cum as hard as he can.

“go ahead, make a mess for me baby,” he strongly encourages, picking up his pace as his digits fuck into you faster. “just gonna clean it up with my tongue all over again.”

your eyes roll back to the depths of oblivion, feeling an out of body experience when reaching your climax. a slew of curses leave your shaky breath, limbs trembling and faint tears stain your flushed cheeks. hyunjin slows his movements, rubbing his thumb over your clit gently to make you even more sensitive. you love the way he calls you “good girl” and how proud the look on his face becomes while you ride out your orgasm on his fingers. he doesn’t stop showering you with compliments, only ramping up his affection as he plants fleeting kisses to your thighs, hips, and tummy.

once he’s finally come back up for air you grab his face to pull him into your lips again. moaning in his mouth while getting a taste of yourself was probably the hottest thing hyunjin’s ever witnessed.

“can’t believe you’re all mine.” hyunjin whispers against you, gently massaging your aching thighs. “i love you so much baby.”

“love you too hyune.” you instantly say back, feeling more at ease now that things are somewhat back to normal.

maybe a break isn’t necessary after all, how else would you be able to have such earth shattering orgasms?

- 完 ♡︎

#hyunjin angst #skz angst #skz x reader #hyunjin x reader #skz scenarios #skz smut #skz drabbles #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin smut #skz imagines #hyunjin drabbles #hyunjin x female reader #stray kids x reader

[luveline]

Would u ever write about early days kbd! Steve and reader?? Maybe newly married or finding out about being pregnant for one of their babies?? I just love them so much ♡

kisses before dinner au —mom!reader, 1k

“I’m just gonna go to the bathroom really quickly and then I’m leaving,” you call. 

Steve calls back. “Okay, babe. Avery, say bye to mommy! Can you say bye? How about you, Beth?” 

Avery calls a happy goodbye. Beth babbles unintelligibly. I’ll say goodbye in a second, you think, slinking into the bathroom with a plan in mind. 

You bend down under the sink where you keep things that wouldn’t hurt anybody should they get pulled out; ointment for wet rash, diapers, and the little disposable pregnancy tests for emergencies. 

You and Steve are careful after your lovely first Avery. She’d been a surprise, and you weren’t willing to be blindsided again, but now that you’re actively trying the more expensive pregnancy tests have been taken upstairs and in tens. How many have you taken in the last three or four months? Too many to count, and the latest only last night. 

The test said negative, but you’ve been pregnant twice already. You know what it feels like. You’d woken up this morning and turned to watch Steve still sleeping, and you’d thought about waking him, but you didn’t want to get his hopes up again without knowing for sure. 

You let the test develop on the sink, contemplative, drying your washed hands slowly. You can hear Steve laughing like a kid in the kitchen, Bethie’s infectious baby laughter quick to follow. 

Avery shouts something like, “Stop, dad!” but you’re not sure what they’re fighting about. 

Trying for a baby is fun. It’s stressful, sure, but you enjoy the process (whoops) and there’s something so hopeful about waiting to see when it’ll happen. Steve is doubly excited, his anticipation contagious, and you want another baby so much you’ve started buying baby clothes, a wardrobe full of onesies and you’re stuffing in new socks and footie pyjamas every other day. You’ve even picked out the new wallpaper for the nursery. 

You really, really want another baby. 

The test finishes developing. You stare at it until your eyes cloud with tears. 

Last night, you took a test that didn’t come out with anything. Steve hadn’t baulked. He never does. He’d given you a short kiss and a longer hug, whispered, “It’s okay, we’ll just have to try again,” into your hair. 

You can’t help yourself. You grab the test and sweep out of the bathroom down the hallway to the kitchen. Bethie’s eyes glow when she sees you, her small arms held out to you waiting to be picked up. 

You’re very very sorry, but you throw yourself at Steve instead. 

“Hey!” he laughs, pushing you away. “I’m covered in sugar!” 

You wrap your arms behind his neck, “I don’t care!” 

“What?” he asks, totally perplexed. Then, despite his confusion, Steve hugs you tight and lets out a contented sigh. “Why are we so happy?” 

You make some space between you again to show him the test. His hand comes up under yours slowly, bigger, often gentler, cupping your fingers as he bends down to see it. “Oh,” he says. He falls quiet for a few seconds. 

When he looks up, he’s smiling. “Honey!” His smile abruptly catches, tears filling his eyes. “Oh my god.” 

“No, don’t,” you say, your voice wobbling. 

Steve tries to pick you up and spin you around, but there’s no room and you’re too heavy, too sure-footed, arms around his neck and kissing up his cheek. “You’re acting like I’m the one pregnant!” he says, fighting to kiss your cheek instead. “I’m so happy,” —he kisses you— “I could die,” —his lips press rough to the highest point of your cheek— “I could cry!” 

“You are crying,” you laugh wetly. 

Tears rush down his cheeks. “Three is so many.” 

“What? Don’t say that.” You wince as Bethie starts crying. “She thinks that too.” 

Steve picks Bethie up from her high chair and Avery in all her little Steve-ness gives you a brown eyed, doe-wide smile, pointing at your face. “Sad,” she says. “You’m crying, mom.” 

“I’m not–“ You wipe your cheeks with the backs of your hands. “I’m not sad, babe, I’m happy! Mommy’s so happy! It’s making me cry because I’m super happy, I’m not sad.” You smile at her sweetly. “Do I look sad, my love?” 

“Up, mommy,” she says, lifting her hands. You pick her up and laugh another round of tears down your cheeks as she starts to wipe them away. “Happy.” 

“Extremely happy,” Steve says. 

“Dad, you–” She looks between you both with a cartoonish frown. “Dad cry too?

“We are both so happy,” you say. 

Avery mumbles some strange garble of words in her high voice, and then asks more clearly for her buppy. Steve starts to open one of her bottles but his tears suddenly escalate, and he can’t see enough to finish pouring in her formula. 

“We’re having another baby,” he says to you. 

You breathe in a much needed breath. “Yeah, H. Another baby.” 

He passes you Beth, forcing you to manage both of the girls in your arms, and gets about halfway down the hall before he whoops loud enough to make you jump. 

“Okay,” he says, jogging back. “Can I call Robin? I’m so fucking excited.” 

You dot kisses against small foreheads. “We can tell, can’t we?” you ask, to Avery’s amusement. 

“Can tell, dad!” she parrots. 

Steve grabs you and pulls the three of you into an ironclad embrace. “I love you,” he says, much quieter now. You honestly don’t need him to tell you, you can feel it in every moment you spend together, but you take the confession greedily. 

“Yeah?” 

“Too much,” he says. He starts kissing you again, an overflowing heap of them, until the girls are too jealous to speak and you’re as late for work as you’ve ever been. 

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[astralcentralstation]

Worldbuilding H/C: Soulmates

So this will be just be the general head-canons about how the different cultures in HSR would be structures in a soulmate AU (alias how soulmates influenced laws and cultures), and how the playable characters view them. I will later add a image for each character. When we are induced to new cultures in the game i might add a part 2 to this.

Soulmates are general confirmed and accepted, nobody is really denying that they exist. But depending on who your soulmate is you might find stark differences in how they will view you and what is expected of you. For given that soulmates are confirmed for centuries, this knowledge shaped societies -some in culture, some even in law. Each planet has they own way of doing this.

Overall it is believed that the soulmate marks where blessing send out by the Aeons, a gift that all of them send out in junction. These soulmates have three parts; The first is Sign -a physical mark on the body -each match have a tattoo that both of them have since birth, absolute matching one-another in shape and placement. Second is Recognition -there is a instinctive bond between soulmates to protect and trust. Not enough to control once actions, but enough to sway the undecided. Hereby it doesn't matter if they even know their soulmate is involved -if for example a ship is in danger, and a soulmate has a match on that ship without knowing or any indications, the soulmate will lean towards protecting the ship. The last is different for each race; Protection will give what a match needs to stay together. If one soulmate ages slower than the other, their match will age normally till they reach the physical age of their soulmate, then have their aging slow down to the same space. If a soulmates race has a special ability like breathing under water or immunity to fire, then that will carry over.

In Belebog soulmates rarely found each other, what with the Eternal Freeze and later even with the ban between Under- and Overworld. Therefore people will be pretty open to marry somebody who is not their soulmate. That is if you haven't meet or have already lost their soulmate. If someone were to pursue someone else while their match is right next to them it would still turn some confused heads. But it isn't unheard of. Still, finding your match is considered special. The Landau Siblings, Gepard and Serval are a bit out the norm, wanting to wait for their soulmates. They haven't mentioned it to their parents, neither wanting to deal with the backlash and pressure to continue the family line -in fact they haven't even told each other. As for Bronya a romantic partner had not even been on the table till her soulmate shows up. From there on she feels lost, she doesn't want to let go of this possibility, but she also have no idea what to do with a soulmate. Others who would be blindsided by a match showing up where Natasha and Seele. Nat doesn't think she deserves a soulmate, her match has to convince her to give them a chance. Seele meanwhile had regarded finding a match as a fairy tale scenario, highly unlikely -even if she claimed to wait for them to stop her admirers. It was only a line, you know. Sampo is open-minded to finding a soulmate, but isn't searching or waiting. Pela used to believe she would find her soulmate and was ready to fight for that. Then she was sent to the frontlines of the Eternal Freeze and decided to give up and focus on reality.

(Characters: Gepard Serval Bronya Natasha Seele Sampo)

People of the Xianzhou Alliance are the complete opposite. They believe that matches are scared and married from birth. It is not only outlawed, but unthinkable to be with anyone outside the Bond. Soulmates are often refers to as Kindreds. Found matches will usually move together that very same day. Exceptions are made for kids, in which case they will have constantly alternating sleepovers. Xianzhou and Foxians share they longevity with they matches, while Vidyadhara share they reincarnation-cycle ability. One would think that make it easier to find their match, and really each ship has they citizens register their Signs and there is open communications to help everyone find their spouse. But there is also a danger in that; matches are thought to be one of mind. Which means if a crime is committed, both soulmates receive the sentence. So if your aging acts up be careful, you don't know what your soulmate was up to. 'You didn't know' will not hold in front of their laws. However if you are the soulmate of Jing Yuan, Fu Xuan or Yukong, it's up to school with you. As their Kindred you are considered their second in command and must learn their people's law and train in combat. Yanqing's soulmate will face similar, but as he is still in training himself, it will be more relaxed. Each of them will of course be with you every step of the way. Sushang is currently searching for you. Tingyun is content to wait for you, she collets trinkets over the years to gift you when you finally meet. Qingque has only just returned from a Search so she is currently focusing on her own life, but she has diaries about her searches she plans to gift her soulmate. Loucha is more a nomad, so he doesn't consider you his spouse yet and fully plans to woe you off your feet, but he has high regard for the soulmate traditions of the Xianzhou and might be quickly influenced by them. Just keep in mind to set boundaries early with any of them, they respect you to much to overstep even if those boundaries are things they are unfamiliar with.

(Characters: Jing Yuan Fu Xuan Yukong Yanqing Sushang Tingyun Qingque Loucha)

Space-Nomads have an interesting case where either each member of the group stays true to their home world's culture or a group has developed their own soulmate culture while traveling together. Other space nomads go with a mix of the two. But overall they experienced enough other cultures that they will have no problem adjusting to their soulmate's culture.

The Nameless mostly go by their home-world's culture, mainly since the culture that Pom-Pom says used to exist on the Express died before Himeko rediscovered said train. Still there are things they picked up from the conductor. Like calling Soulmates 'Soulcompasses' or just one's 'Compass'. Also, Pom-Pom considers each Nameless' match another guest of the Express and will cry if they don't board and travel with them. March 7 pretty much adopted his approach since she has no homeworld-culture to fall back on; in her mind a couple could take as long as they wanted to get together, as long both trailblazed together. Himeko is close to this ideal as well, but she wouldn't pressure someone into coming along. She can always visit with stories and souvenirs in tow. Her homeworld-culture teaches that no relationship is to be taken for granted, you don't own your soulmate, and sometimes they don't work out and that is okay. Welt is undecided on the tropic of soulmates, he has seen a lot. A soulmate is kind of unreal, but he won't push you away. The people of his world believe soulmates always work, but sometimes they don't work out right away. People are shaped by experiences. This means that at times matches can know each other for before they klick or even like each other. That being said he would never let anything happen to you if he could prevent it. Dan Heng has no problem connecting his heritage with the Express traditions, but from his experience traveling different worlds decides to give his 'Kindred Compass' the control on how fast the relationship goes. That said he is desperately hunting for his soulmate. Who knows what happen if they go to Loufu searching for him? He has to find them to at least warn them. The Trailblazer meanwhile, having no culture to remember, just adopts everybody's culture. Soulmates confuse them, but finding one's compass is good, yes?

(Characters Himeko Welt Yang March 7 Dan Heng Stelle Caelus)

Then you have the Stellaron Hunters. These guys are okay to play around or even marry prior to meeting their soulmate. But once they do, whatever relationship they had prior is over. No buts. Given how much they deal with the 'script', they will know when they will meet you and be ready a day or two early. They call the day of the meeting Destiny Call. Kafka confused everyone by bringing flowers to a fight the day she was to meet you. Silver Wolf thinks that is coming on too strong, but still makes sure to look her best on her Destiny Call. In contrast Blade will try to get a rise out of his soulmate the first time you meet. In his mind, his Fated One should know what they are getting into. They do take their other half a tad for granted, but that doesn't mean their aren't prepared to woe you for years to come.

(Characters: Kafka Silver Wolf Blade)

Now the crew of Herta's Space-Station all exclusively go by their home-world traditions. Except Herta herself. Herta has a pop-quiz ready that she will jump at you the moment she knows that you are her soulmate and make a plan based on your answers. Asta's world is neutral towards soulmates, but you only ever gift pearls or chocolate to a soulmate. So a relationship with her would be pretty normal. Except she won't stand for anyone giving you chocolate or you giving cholate out, not even to kids. Arlan has a plan on how to woe his soulmate -it goes flying out of the window the second he meets you. At his home planet you place your soulmate first before everything. There are laws against hurting one's soulmate, so he takes this very serious. Also, unlike some planets, Signs are thought as intimate, usually covered up. So if his soulmate were to show them off, he would be a blushing mess.

(Characters: Herta Asta Arlan)

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[pedgito]

heyyy, idk if you're still taking requests but I haven't been able to get this thought out of my mind for like a week:

"fuck me like you want me"

"but I do want you"

"...wait, what?"

a friends w benefits to lovers w eddie?? reader catches feelings for him after a little while & is going to call it quits on the situation they have going until eddie confesses his feelings in the middle of what she thought was going to be their last time? idk if the concept is good but like I said I can't get it out of my head & i hope you'd be willing to write it. Ur an amazing writer <333 hope you're doing well lovely

author’s note: i actually really loved this idea!! writing has been a little tough for me lately, just with focusing but i really tried to do something short but sweet with this and i hope you enjoy!

cw: 18+ (minors dni), fwb to lovers, confessions, angst/fluff, protected sex, just lots of feelings, if i missed anything lmk!

word count: 1.3k

You wouldn’t even let Eddie pull you past the threshold of his room, adamant on where you stood by the front door, telling him this would be quick. And he’s got that look on his, always smiling at you like he wanted to say more, but he was being polite, listening to whatever you had to tell him.

It was a blindside, honestly. Eddie couldn’t remember the last time he’s remained this oblivious, missing the signs, the obvious distance you were trying to create, how quickly things went from good to bad, the awkward stage in between where you didn’t want things to stop, but you weren’t sure how troublesome things would become if they progressed.

So, you call it quits.

“We can’t do this anymore.”

Your voice doesn’t waver, no hesitance in your tone despite how horrible it felt saying aloud.

“What?”

Eddie doesn’t want to believe it himself, face contorting into a mix of amusement and confusion, grinning like an idiot. It was the same dopey smile he always had, never anything less than.

“This, we can’t.” Your finger wags between the both of you, “The sex—I can’t.”

“Are you—are you disgusted or something?” Eddie asks, his smile faltering, “Does this mean we have to stop being friends too?”

Eddie hates himself for feeling upset over it, doing his best to mask whatever hurt was radiating throughout him. The problem was, unfortunately, that Eddie had dived into this with feelings pre-established. He was reckless and agreed and threw himself into a mess he couldn’t escape—not that he wanted to, but it had never been just sex for him.

He’s never had friendship like this; he’s had friends, but the levels at which you and Eddie understood each other, it was hard to recreate.

And you loved Eddie, that much was true. But, you couldn’t stand the idea of the feelings not being reciprocated, cutting things short before they transformed into something you couldn’t snuff out.

It was preemptive—and maybe you were jumping the gun, but you didn’t have any other choice.

“We agreed on no feelings, right?” You ask to clarify, his face softening at the inclination—everything that was unclear shifting into place.

Feelings. Stupid fucking feelings.

“Yeah, but—“ Eddie starts to defend.

“I mean, we probably should’ve expected it, right?” You ask with a weak smile, “One of us was bound to catch feelings—“

The only thing Eddie can focus on is losing you.

In his mind he knows—you’d never really leave. And you had feelings, feelings for…him? For the sex? But, he can see the look in your eyes, the hesitancy you feel to move toward him, within his reach.

Eddie can’t take it, saying what you both were feeling.

“Is it selfish of me to ask for one last time?” Eddie asks, “Before things go back to how they were?”

How they were—when things were normal, if you could call it that.

You find yourself nodding before you can stop it.

And for a moment, everything else is forgotten.

Eddie kisses you like he always had, full and attentive, teeth dragging against your lip and his touches all consuming, traveling amongst your body with no real path, touching you, trying to remember you—but when he finally breaches your entrance after a few minutes of shaky hands struggling to open the condom wrapper, the head of his cock pressing inside you finally, everything’s different.

Eddie doesn’t realize how much of a mistake it was until this moment, your eyes connecting with him intensely, face contorted in an expression of confusion as you examined the frown on his face, wondering why he looked so perplexed.

“At least fuck me like you want me, Eddie.” You plead softly, his thrust slow and languid.

He’s not trying to hide from you, but he's definitely not here with you, in the moment.

He forces a smile and buries his face into your neck, pressing warm, soft kisses into your skin in hopes that you’ll change the subject, his hands adjusting your legs around his hips as he moves against you, more forceful than before.

“Hey, hey—“ You urge, pulling his face away from your neck until his wide eyes are on you again for a brief moment before his eyes travel to your chest, your thumbs rubbing at his temples, “what’s going on with you?”

Anywhere but your eyes. He couldn’t keep himself together with you looking at him like that.

“Nothing.” He persists.

You shake your head, breathing your nose in frustration despite how hurriedly Eddie was moving inside of you, grunting softly under his breath.

“You wanted this,” You remind him, “you can’t even look at me right now—Eddie—“

He collapses slightly, forehead resting on the pillow behind your head as he squeezes at your thigh, shifting his hips at angle that has you both gasping momentarily, your hands shifting to his shoulders for purchase, the dullness of your nails sinking into his skin.

“I do—“ Eddie mumbles into your skin, muffling the rest of what he says, only feeling the vibrations of it against you.

“Eddie, I can’t hear you.” You plead, brushing his hair behind his ear, rubbing tenderly at the shell.

Sex had always been slow, intimate—despite the obvious stipulations to your deal and maybe that was the problem.

The sex was fun at first, easy—and it stayed that way, but it ventured into more, always needing to touch and feel and connect, whether it be your lips or your eyes, it wasn’t just sex to either of you, and Eddie couldn’t handle it anymore.

He couldn’t do this, but he couldn’t not have you—even if it meant he risked embarrassing himself.

“I do want you.” He confesses, head lifted slightly so you could hear him more clearly, his gaze still avoiding yours. “I don’t just want this.”

“Wait,” You laugh short, annoyed, “what?”

“I always have,” He continues, “It’s never—it’s never been just this for me, I know it was stupid of me to agree and drag you along but—“

You shove his shoulder lightly, stopping his movements momentarily. He’s looking at you know, hair askew and his eyebrows furrowed in surprise, “What the hell?”

“You let me embarrass myself like that?” You say seethingly, though the anger doesn’t reach your face—you can’t be upset with him, not with your current situation.

Or ever, really. It was to hard to stay mad at Eddie.

“I come here and tell you I have feelings and you’ve felt that way the entire time?”

Eddie’s at a loss and maybe it’s the arousal running through his brain but he can’t help laughing, a soft chuckle as he falls against you, his chest against your own as his fists dig into the mattress.

“I’m sorry.” He says endearingly, “You know I’m not good with feelings, or talking, or words—“

You sigh heavily, palms coming up to cover your eyes.

Eddie smiles slightly, using his nose to nudge your hands away from your face, leaving kisses as he finally breaches.

Against your nose, “Sorry,” down to your chin, “so sorry,” before pressing a deep kiss to your lips, tongue slipping inside and causing you to sigh out into his mouth, “really, really fuckin’ sorry, okay?”

Your fingers dig into his hair, pulling him away until you can see his face, scowl deep set into your features but still soft around the edges.

“I’m here mourning and you’re harboring secrets like that?”

Eddie hangs his head in shame, leaning down briefly to press a kiss against your collarbone.

“Apology accepted?” He asks hopefully.

“No, absolutely not.” You reply stubbornly.

Eddie snorts out a ridiculous chuf of a laugh, “Fair.”

“We’re finishing this,” You tell him, making your point by squeezing your legs tighter around his hips, forcing him to groan pathetically, “and then I’ll think about forgiving you.”

Eddie nods obediently, eyes squeezed shut for a moment as his languid thrusts become more pointed and precise, his warm palm settling in your knees to spread you apart to his liking.

“Let’s see how much I can make it up to you then, yeah?”

He snaps his hips once, harshly, forcing a broken whine from your lips. You nod fervently, mouth hung open and any previous anger forgotten for the moment.

“I’ll show you just how sorry I am.”

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[kahtiihma]

to my friends on the official malevolent discord server

I was recently kicked from the Invictus/Malevolent discord server and had no opportunity to reach out to anyone I was speaking with at the time before my access was removed. If we were talking and you wished to continue (or if you wanted to start a conversation with me and never had the chance), please DM me here on tumblr or contact me on discord (username: kahti). I miss you all, I’m absolutely heartbroken, and this was never how I wanted things to go. I’m hoping this tumblr message will reach at least a few of you so I don’t lose contact with everyone fully.

To everyone in the Invictus server who knew me well, I love you all. I hope you stay well. Please keep posting flowers and my heart goes out to all of you. You made this community fun and rewarding and I’m grateful for having known you. Goodbye 💕

Details will be provided below.

As many may know, I’ve been a part of the Malevolent podcast fan community for over two years and active in the official Invictus discord server run by Harlan since April 2021. I adore the community and the people there have been so lovely. Many friends have come out of that space and for years I have been vocal about how my priority has always been maintaining peace and nurturing relationships.

This is why I find it very difficult to talk about this situation.

On Friday, July 14th, I was private messaged on discord by Jo (Harlan’s wife) saying I would be kicked from the Invictus server and have my Patreon membership revoked. Immediately upon receiving that message the server vanished from my access while I was reeling in confusion. I think there was implication that I was meant to take the message as an opportunity to leave the server on my own accord but I had no access or ability to do so, nor were any of my responses for clarification given any reply.

The reason cited for kicking me was that Harlan and Jo were uncomfortable I showed interest in meeting them at this year’s FanExpo Toronto, an event we have all attended together in the past. As they did last year, they provided a google survey to track interest and attendees which contained an option “are you interested in meeting Jo & Harlan?”. Since this was the method used last year to headcount the number of people interested in a discord server meetup, I selected “yes” despite having no actual intention of interacting with them directly.

Without going into detail, there have been many incidents over this last year behind the scenes that have left me feeling very uncomfortable about the Guthries and I would rather have given them space and hoped they’d respect my space as well. If they had reached out to me and stated they weren’t comfortable with me attending any meetup they were hosting, I would have immediately respected those wishes and avoided being in the same general area at the time. However, this was the first time Jo had spoken to me in nine months and I hadn’t heard from Harlan in four months. At no point during that time was I given any indication that I was doing anything wrong or causing anyone any trouble so it came as a complete shock to be suddenly escalated to outright banned.

I knew they had me blocked since March this year but respected that as their decision even if the reasons were unclear and did my best to avoid interacting with them while still engaging in the space -- something Harlan himself stated he hoped I would continue to do when they removed my moderator status in March, which I took as his consent and blessing to remain in the server. To be told my presence was unwanted totally blindsided me and left me struggling to understand what happened.

I’m not too proud to say I immediately burst into tears in the doctor’s office I was waiting in at the time of being kicked.

I’m not concerned about retaliation. I’m not concerned with anyone taking my side. I wish they had been better at communicating their needs so this entire situation could have been avoided, but it happened and it is what it is. Currently I’m absolutely gutted bc there were so many people I enjoyed speaking with who I now have no access to nor do I have their discord names to dm them and let them know where I went. I hate that it looks like I vanished without saying goodbye.

#malevolent #malevolent podcast #masked #malevolent pod #rusty quill #personal

[apomaro-mellow]

Got inspired by this

Steve regretted laughing. Which is something he never thought he'd feel. But as he cackled at something Robin said, he saw the look on Dustin's face and wished he could take the laugh back. Robin went to go and show a customer something and Dustin slid over to him.

"Remind me again how she isn't 'the one'?"

"She's a one. One of a kind. The kind I don't wanna lose by asking her out."

"Whatever happened to the Harrington charm?", Dustin asked.

"Doesn't work on girls like Robin." Steve ignored him by trying to escape to the backroom. Of course Dustin followed, employees only be damned.

"I don't even think you've tried. Which confuses me. But what's got me even more confused is how you've seemed to stop trying altogether."

"Why are you so invested in my love life, huh?"

"Ew, gross", Dustin winced. "I'm not invested. I'm just tired of hearing you whine about never finding love-"

"I don't whine!"

"SO just ask her out already. Even if she says no, you can still be friends. Like Jonathan and Nancy."

Steve rolled his eyes. Then saw a lightbulb go off in Dustin's head.

"Well since Nancy's single again-"

"I'm gay!"

For the first time ever Dustin shut his trap. Steve thought he should get a trophy for this. Except he realized what he just said. Dustin, with all the grace of someone who had just been blindsided, hugged Steve tight.

"I'm...I'm here for you, man."

It was so sweet that it made Steve feel like shit. But only a little. Because now Dustin couldn't keep trying to matchmake him and Robin. Or Nancy.

Turns out the love boat only stopped for a couple days.

Steve was hanging out in his room when he heard footsteps approach. Dustin came in without a single knock.

"Um, hello? How did you get in?"

"Some lady let me in."

Steve raised a brow. "You mean my mom?"

Dustin shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. Anyway, what about Gary?"

"....Who? For what?"

"Gary? He works at the art supply store. He's gay, why not him?"

Steve shot up and shut his door like a zombie was coming. "What the fuck are you talking about Henderson?!", he hissed quietly.

"Gay people deserve love too, Steve. So how about it?"

Steve rubbed his face. Forget about how Dustin knew about some random dude's sexuality, apparently he wasn't one to be deterred.

"You can't just set me up with any guy. Or any gay guy."

"You've slept around with just any girl? Why are guys different? Seems pretty discriminatory Steve."

He wanted to strangle this kid. More than that though, he wanted to go back and slap his past self. He could have said anything. Said he was into old ladies-no, then Dustin would be sending him on blind dates to the senior center.

It felt like the only thing to get Dustin off his case would be if he was in a serious relationship with someone.

Then a second person came into his room without knocking and Steve wondered if he should be walking around naked more.

It was Jonathan.

And Steve got another bright idea.

"I can't just go out with anyone. Because I'm already dating Jonathan."

"What?!", two voices shouted out and Dustin gave Jon a look.

"Why do you sound surprised?"

Jonathan looked to Steve for help and Steve tried to convey the best he could with his eyes.

"I...we never....put a label on it....?"

Steve could kiss him if he was at all interested in men. To sell it a little better, he put an arm around his shoulders. Dustin was left speechless for the second time in a week and Steve was definitely putting it in his journal for posterity.

This time he gave them both pats on the back and walked out silently.

"Don't tell anyone!", Steve shouted behind him, then closed his bedroom door.

"Hey, um, the hell?", Jonathan asked.

"Thank you for being so cool with that."

"I'm learning to be more chill. But still, explain?"

Steve told him the whole story as they sat on his bed and through it all, Jonathan looked nothing but understanding.

"So, how long do we need to pretend to be boyfriends?"

"Who says we need to pretend?", Steve raised a brow.

"You just told Dustin."

"It's a secret we're keeping", Steve said, getting up to pace about his room. "Which means we just act normal. Later we can tell Dustin we broke up."

"How much later?"

Steve pondered. "....Once I'm engaged?"

"Steve!"

"Jonathan, please?"

He looked conflicted. This just seemed like a lot of stupid work just to convince Dustin. "You get 2 months? Got it? Put it on your calendar."

"Thank you! I'll do it right now!" Steve grabbed a pen and went over to the calendar that hung on the wall. He went to February 3rd and put a broken heart on the date.

"Subtle."

"No one else looks at this thing. Alright. If our break up is bad enough maybe Dustin will stop butting his head in."

"What if the others find out?", Jonathan asked.

"No one else is gonna know."

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Lucas had been noticing that Dustin had that weird grin on his face for the past week. The 'I know something you don't know' grin. While sitting in Steve's living room, shoulder to shoulder with Max, who he nudged.

"You notice anything off with Dustin?"

"You mean more than the usual offness? Yes, actually."

"What do you think it is?", Lucas asked.

Will came to sit on Lucas' other side. "My guess is he has a secret. But what, I don't know."

"So it's pretty obvious, right?", Lucas said.

"No, I said as much to Mike and he said I was being crazy and that Dustin wouldn't keep anymore secrets after Dart."

Their eyes went over to Dustin, who was grinning at the group who was deciding on the movie they were gonna watch. Steve and Eddie were in a heated conversation while Jonathan was trying to be a mediator.

Steve was flapping around a vhs so hard it threatened to sail across the room and Jonathan grabbed his wrist to still it, scared for the innocent movie.

"Get a room, you lovebirds", Dustin called out.

All eyes turned towards him.

Part 2

#apo writes #fanfiction #stranger things #steddie #jonathan byers #dustin henderson #this'll probably have like 3-5 parts #so buckle up for a nice sunday drive

[meropegaaunt]

EVENTUALLY

Billy Dunne x reader

Implied eventual Graham Dunne x reader

Can be read as a stand-alone or as a sequel to West Coast

Summary: You grow apart from your childhood best friend, Billy.

Warnings: Angst, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, a non-detailed mention of childbirth, implied cheating, and attempted kissing

Word Count: 4,940 words

Author’s Note: If anyone would be interested in a third part of this fic, please let me know in the comments!

© Meropegaaunt 2023

BILLY DUNNE (lead singer, The Six): I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but at one point or another, things between Y/N and I changed. They started to pull away, to keep me at arm’s length, and that . . . that hurt more than I can put into words. For twelve years, we had been inseparable, then boom. Just like that, we were separated.

Don’t get me wrong. I was happy with Camila, happier than I had been in ages, but can one truly find joy without their best friend? No, I don’t think they can.

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Billy and Camila getting together served as a wake-up call. At some point in 1969, you had unknowingly developed feelings for him, had let him into your heart, but now that he was off the market, you felt the need to take a step back, to figure out who you were without your best friend. So you stopped going over to the Dunne household every day, instead opting to spend time with your father or your other friends. As expected, Billy took note of your absence, but when he pushed you for an explanation, you assured him all was well. The year before, he would have immediately noticed that your voice had cracked when offering assurance, revealing your words to be false. Now, though, he was distracted, his mind so wrapped up in other things that he did not notice. (Or so you thought . . .)

Despite the wide berth you were giving Billy, you still saw him at band practice. As per usual, the two of you played side by side, giving your all to the music, and while your musical talents continued to grow, something was off. A tension could be heard, one that neither of you were willing to acknowledge even after Chuck left . . .

His departure was completely unexpected, blindsiding not only you but the rest of the band, because he had been quiet in his discontent, not telling anyone he was going to leave until there was no other choice. He had to, because you had all rode up his stone-paved driveway in Warren’s rickety, beat-up van, expecting to practice, only to realize that the door to Chuck’s garage, your designated practice space, was closed.

“Ah, there he is,” Eddie breathed, kicking open the back door of the van, a half-smoked cigarette hanging from his lips. Out of the back spilled you, him, and Graham, your features all a mask of confusion.

“Hey, Chuck,” you greeted, offering him a wide, sunny smile. The kind that could calm even the most nerve-addled man, because he looked to be in need of assurance. “We‘ve been calling all morning. What’s up?”

There was no time for him to answer, though, before Warren and Billy emerged from the front of the van, the former suspiciously eyeing the closed garage door. “Why’s the garage door closed?”

A beat of tense silence trickled by, depriving the space around you of oxygen, then, “Look, I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just gonna say it. I got into college.”

Warren glanced at you, unable to suppress the soft, surprised chuckle that escaped his mouth. “Huh, all right.”

Your own mouth curved downward in response, showing that you had mixed emotions about the whole ordeal. On one hand, this was good news. Chuck had always been smart, the type that could go far with his brain so long as he applied himself. You could, too, but scholarly pursuits had never appealed to you, not the way music had. Four more years in a classroom personally sounded like torture to you, but if that was what Chuck wanted, then so be it. On the other hand, though, him going to college meant the band would be down both a bassist and a practice space.

“Bro, we didn’t even know you applied,” Graham pointed out, sparing a glance at the rest of the band. No one had a clue about Chuck applying to college until this very moment, because he had stayed silent, closed-lipped.

“Was this, like, before or after I spent all my money on this van?” Warren asked, his surprise bordering the line of disbelief.

“I know. I’m sorry, it’s just . . . they have a really good dental program.”

That was shocking, so much so that it was now your turn for disbelief. “You’re gonna be a dentist?”

“I don’t know. I guess so.”

“Chuck, come on,” Billy huffed, stepping closer to him in an effort to get through to him, to sway his decision. “Please don’t do this. All right? Not now. Not when things are just starting to happen.”

Chuck had thought long and hard about his decision, which was why he stayed firm, hard as stone. “What do you mean, ‘just starting to happen’?”

“Dude, we open for the Winters on Thursday, and that’s just the beginning.”

“This is a real opportunity.”

“So is this.”

“Billy,” Chuck released a deep, exasperated sigh, one that showed just how much he had thought this over. He would not be swayed, even when his closest friends begged him to. “I know this is your dream, man, but just because you want something to happen doesn’t mean it’s going to. Do you really think that there’s a future here?”

“Well, yeah. Chuck, I do.”

“You’re out of your fucking mind.”

With that, Chuck left, leaving a large, bassist-sized hole in the band. It came as a harsh, cutting surprise, but even so, you called after him, “Good luck.”

Your words, though light, did nothing to dispel the tension that had fallen over the group. Eddie seemed to be feeling it most of all, as shown by how he pulled the cigarette from his mouth, turning it over and over in his hands. “We gotta cancel the gig.”

“No, man,” Billy shook his head, refusing to be put out by this one setback. He would not be stymied, not when the band had just gotten started on its rise to greatness. “We’re not canceling.”

“Yeah? What’re we gonna do? We don’t have a bassist, Billy—“

“We’re not canceling,” he repeated, remaining firm, unyielding. Emerald eyes slowly strayed to Eddie, clearing with comprehension, then, “Eddie, you switch over to bass.”

“No.”

You could not help but roll your eyes at the suggestion, because even though Eddie was a team player, there was no way he would switch over without kicking up a storm. He would no doubt complain, spending precious time complaining rather than practicing. That was why you straightened your spine, volunteering, “I’ll do it.”

“Thanks, Y/N. We owe you one.” A pleased grin slid onto Billy’s face, replacing the discontent that had been there moments before. He placed a hand on your shoulder, pressing his gratefulness into your skin in a manner that could have been taken as friendly . . . if only his hand had not lingered a moment longer than it should have.

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GRAHAM DUNNE (lead guitar, the Six): (Smiles) Y/N ended up becoming a better bassist than Chuck, anyway.

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ROD REYES (tour manager): Oh, yeah. I remember the night the Dunne Brothers opened for the Winters, specifically Billy Dunne and Y/N L/N. One look, and I could tell they were rock stars. He was cocksure, knew who to play in the crowd. They had this air about them, the kind that entranced the crowd, really brought out their emotions.

There’s just a quality that some people have. If you took nine guys, plus Mick Jagger, and you put them in a lineup, someone who had never heard of the Rolling Stones before could still point to Jagger and say, “That’s the rock star.” Billy and Y/N had that. And the bad had good sound.

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“Obviously, you got to write your own material,” the famed manager, Rod Reyes, declared, the distinct smells of smoke and sex emanating from him, filling the air. The smell was so strong and potent that it filled your nostrils from your spot beside Graham, burning your throat, but you were happy, too optimistic to mind the burn.

“Well, I-I mean, I do. We do,” Billy replied, his emerald eyes flitting briefly from Rod’s to yours, because the two of you had written the band’s songs together. A multitude of hours had trickled by in which you two had tried to piece together worthwhile ballads, throwing paint at a theoretical wall and seeing what stuck. The first drafts of the songs had been horrid, lacking any harmony or smoothness, but with much shaping, they had been turned into songs that could go a long way. Key word: could. “Most of it’s not good enough yet.”

“What are you writing about?”

“I have this one song called ‘Nevermore’ about the Catonsville Nine.”

“No. Oh! Are you Bob Dylan? Are you Buffy Sainte-Marie? Enough with the political shit. It’s a new decade. No one needs reminding that the world is a mess. People want to feel good again. They want to feel hope. You can write a love song, can’t you?” Rod demanded, a sour look crossing his face at the thought of ‘Nevermore.’ The song had not been bad, sounding pleasant to the ear, but he did not need to hear it to know that it would not go over well with the masses. He turned to Graham, then, “You need to cool it with the solos, brother. Nobody cares about your technical guitar skills. They want to sing. They want to dance. Look, the last thing I’ll say, and this is key, you need to get the fuck out of Pittsburgh. You want to be signed to a label, you want to work with Jimmy Miller, Tom Dowd, Teddy Price—“

The mention of Teddy Price caused a great, perceptible shift in the air. You immediately sat upright, a curious glint working its way into your eyes. “Wait, you know Teddy Price?”

“Yeah, I know everybody, and they’re all in L.A. now. Not London, not New York. California, my friends. That is the place you got to be.”

His words resonated deeply with you three, specifically the brothers, which was why the prospect of going to L.A. was promptly proposed to the rest of the band. As expected, they agreed, and the six of you and Camila set off, riding off in Warren’s van, Lady Peaches, toward your futures.

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Y/N L/N (singer, The Six): I knew the chances of making it big were slim, but I also knew that if I didn’t at least try, I would never forgive myself. The boys wouldn’t either. So I packed up my things and bid Dad farewell. He was sad to see me go, but just as happy that I was going after my dreams.

He didn’t tell me he was sick . . . Probably because he knew I’d have stayed behind to take care of him.

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The City of Angels welcomed you and the Dunne Brothers with open arms, taking you in as one of its own. You got into contact with Rod, hoping that he would set you up with the big guys, specifically Teddy Price, but all he had to offer was a gig at a dank, seedy bar named Filthy McNastys. Its attendants were sketchy, having all sorts of sins to their name, but given that the bar was on the Strip, the band gladly pushed through, giving their all to each and every performance.

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Y/N: The months we spent at McNastys were slow. At first, barely anyone came to see us, but the more shows we played, the more attention we got. People started coming in just to see us, which was fantastic, but there was a problem: we were barely getting paid.

I ended up getting a job as a waiter at this cute little coffee house to help make ends meet, but no matter what we did, it just didn’t seem like it’d be enough.

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“What happened with that producer you went up to?” Eddie asked as you slid into the booth aside him, donning your work uniform. Working at a coffee house was not exactly what you had envisioned yourself doing when you had set off for L.A., but hey, sacrifices had to be made if the group was to stay. “The one with the parrot?”

“Parrot guy passed on us,” Camila answered, having fashioned herself the band’s manager. You thought she was doing a great job, given that she had never done such a thing before. Others did not think as such, though, as shown by Eddie’s next comment.

“Wow. That is bleak.”

“Might want to save half that toast for tomorrow, Eddie,” she retorted, eyeing his toast with an expression of deadly seriousness. Atop the table lay a mound of cash, which was all of the money that the band had amassed since the start of the month. “This is barely enough to cover the rent.”

“Fuck,” Eddie cursed, breathing out a deep sigh. Half his toast was promptly placed in his shirt pocket, being tucked away to be eaten tomorrow.

“Fuck,” you echoed, resting your head atop his shoulder, the move a sign of just how deeply tiredness had settled upon your bones, weighing you down. “I’ll be working another double this weekend, I s’pose.”

Eddie opened his arms in response, letting you lean more closely against him. You did so happily, soaking in his warmth. The action, though gentle, was purely friendly, yet still, unbeknownst to you, two sets of eyes looked upon said action disapprovingly. Both Billy and Graham, despite not wanting to admit it, were jealous, because there you were, snuggling up against another man.

Their jealousy went unnoticed, but your exhaustion did not, as shown by the concern that made its way across Warren’s face. “Fuck it. Maybe old Chuckie was right, huh? Maybe this was all just a big mistake and we should have just stayed at home with our parents, saved money on rent, and become dentists.”

“I mean, I’ve sent out hundreds of photographs. Not a single fucking paper has responded. Should I just quit? No one said it was gonna be easy.”

Camila’s disheartened words drew your attention, causing your head to snap up toward hers. “No, don’t quit. All it takes is one person to make a difference,” you replied, flashing her a weak but warm smile, because even though you had distanced yourself from Billy, you had welcomed her into the group as kindly as you had the new keyboardist, Karen Sirko.

“Also, while we’re talking about stuff, how come I’m the only one without a bed in the house?” Warren deadpanned, heavily yearning for a good night’s sleep in a proper bed. He had been squatting on the couch, after all, and it could be felt in the aches of his back. No twenty year old should feel like they had the back of an old, decrepit man . . .

“Well, you could’ve taken Karen’s room,” Billy pointed out, finally breaking out of his jealous haze.

“No, I couldn’t have. That room is haunted.”

“It’s not haunted.”

“Everybody knows it’s haunted.”

“Oh, come on, Rojas. You don’t want to get all up close and personal with a ghost?” you teased, reaching across Eddie to jostle his arm. Of course, Warren jostled you back, the two of you nearly displacing Eddie’s toast, which he did not like. Not at all.

“Hey, stop! You almost made me drop my pocket toast—“

Sensing that the three of you were on the brink of causing chaos, Karen broke her silence, asking a question that had been bothering her for a long time, “Why are we still called The Dunne Brothers? I mean, four of us aren’t Dunnes, and the last time I checked, I’m nobody’s brother.”

“So you want to change our name?” Billy asked, not even wanting to consider the idea. Truth be told, you had been opposed to the name at the nascence of the band, but given that two of the three original members were Dunnes, your opinion had been the minority.

“I personally think that’s a great idea,” Eddie admitted, earning a sharp, accusatory look from Billy. Said look was sharp enough to cut skin, but he did not wilt, instead adding, “I’m just saying what everybody’s thinking.”

“Well, the name is the name, so . . . That’s how people know us.”

“Yeah, but it’s not exactly doing much for us, though.”

“How about Immaculate Reception?” Warren interjected, causing your nose to crinkle disapprovingly.

“God, no. That’s horrid.”

“We’re not changing the name,” Billy insisted, looking to his brother for help. Graham offered none, though, for he was open to changing the name.

“I mean, listen, if we’re throwing stuff out there, Hercules is still on the table.”

“No! No way!”

“Deliverance, Espionage, Poison.”

“How about Aurora—“

“The six of us will never agree on a name,” Billy cut you off, only liking a single one of the names that had been thrown out. “All right? So let’s just . . .”

His words caused a lightbulb to go off in Karen’s head, as shown by how brightly she grinned, realization donning on her features. “What about The Six?”

“I like The Six.”

“Sure as hell better than Hercules.”

“Y/N?” Graham looked at you, an expectant, questioning look flitting across his face. He had been looking at you more and more as of late with that look, one you could not quite make sense of. “What do you think?”

You opened your mouth to answer, to offer your view of the name, only for the words to die on your tongue when your boss, Dave, yelled out, “Y/N, break’s over. Back on the floor!”

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Y/N: I put in crazy hours at the coffee house, working to the point of exhaustion, but one of my coworkers there, this bright, fiery girl named Daisy Jones, turned what was one of the darkest times of my life into one of the brightest. One day, after working a double together, she pulled me along to watch her and her friend, Simone, perform at the Troubadour.

I thought that was all it was, that I was just going to support them, but then, after Daisy performed, she got this crazy glint in her eye. The kind where you know she’s up to something. She set down her guitar and said, “Now, I’d like to bring a friend of mine up on stage. Come on up and wow us, Y/N L/N.”

I was shocked, to say the least, but Daisy Jones isn’t the type of person you deny, especially in a room with that many people. So I got up on that stage, took Daisy’s guitar, and sang a piece I had been writing on my own called “Equilibrium.” It was about trying to find a balance between who I was with Billy versus without him.

Looking back, it was sad just how deeply intertwined I was with him, even when there was more space between us than ever. At the time, though, I didn’t realize the song was about him.

Hell, I didn’t even realize Teddy Price was in the audience that night. In my defense, though, my obliviousness might’ve been from all the mescaline I was taking at the time . . .

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After your performance, you returned the guitar to Daisy and hopped off the stage, your cheeks bathed in perspiration from exertion. As soon as your feet made contact with the earth, you were off, making a beeline for the star of the night, Simone.

A golden grin immediately slid onto your mouth, showing how happy you were for her in that moment. “Simone, you did great out there.”

“Hey,” she returned the smile, inclining her head to the man she had been chatting with before you had approached. “Y/N L/N, Teddy Price. You two should talk.”

Oh, my God, you thought when his name trickled your ears. It was all you could think, because there was one of the legends of the music industry, handing you his card. Feeling as though you were floating outside of your body, you reached out to take the card into your hands, hoping that he did not notice the slight tremble of your fingers.

“You interested, kid? We could work on some music together.”

“Oh, um, I appreciate it, but I’m not a solo act,” you informed, because at the time, you had only ever performed by yourself on a handful of occasions. They had been fine, perhaps even good, but not as great as when you performed with the band. “I’m in a band, The Six. Any chance you’d be interested in giving us a chance? Just let us play one song for you, that’s all I ask.”

He looked upon you, studying you keenly. A beat passed, then he nodded, agreeing to give The Six a chance. “Okay, kid. I’ll give you a chance. Are you ready?”

“Undoubtedly, yes.”

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BILLY: People think we played one song for Teddy Price and he gave us a record deal. Not true. After that first meeting, he put us through the wringer for months, but it was worth it.

Everything had gone so slowly, and then suddenly it was all happening so fast. We recorded our album in six days, had two weeks off, then it was time to hit the road.

─── ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ───

BILLY: The night before we were set to leave, Camila told me she was seven weeks pregnant, and I . . . I decided we needed to get married right away. We had been planning to have a wedding sometime after the tour but I decided we needed to do it right then. I don’t know why that mattered to me, but the moment I knew she was pregnant I felt like we had to make sure we were a proper family.

CAMILA DUNNE (wife of Billy Dunne): Karen knew an ordained minister. She got his number from a friend of hers and we called him late that night. He came right over.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE (rhythm guitarist, The Six): It was four in the morning.

CAMILA: Karen decorated the porch out back, and Y/N picked some roses from the bushes surrounding the house. They made me this beautiful flower crown and did my hair; it made me feel like a proper bride.

─── ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ───

INTERVIEWER: What do you remember about the tour?

Y/N: More than I’d like to.

GRAHAM: . . .

WARREN ROJAS (drummer, The Six): . . .

KAREN SIRKO (keyboardist, The Six): . . .

BILLY: I, uh . . . It was a long time ago, I don’t remember much.

CAMILA: I remember everything.

GRAHAM: Pretty quickly, we found a rhythm: get to town, sound check, play, party, get on the bus. And the better we started playing, the more we partied. Hotels, girls, drugs. Over and over. Hotels, drugs, girls. For all of us, but especially Billy.

WARREN: Let me sum it up for you: I was getting laid, Graham was getting high, Eddie was getting drunk, Karen and Y/N were getting fed up, and Billy was all four, at once.

Y/N: Billy changed on that first tour. Cracked under the pressure, I think. He turned into a person I didn’t recognize and didn’t like.

And even though I didn’t like him, I still loved him.

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After the wedding, something within Billy had changed, had shifted. He became hard, closed off. You and Graham, two of the people closest to him, were kept at arm’s length, having no choice but to helplessly watch on as he ruined all that was good in his life. He got drunk, high, and angry, and when his anger mounted to an exceedingly high level, he expelled it by sleeping with a nameless woman, one he could use, then discard when he felt better.

Him spiraling hurt you more than you cared to admit, but you were not his family. Not his spouse nor his blood, so it was not your place to set him straight . . . or you thought as such until he tried to rope you into his debauchery.

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Y/N: After the Ottawa show, I went back to my hotel room and started getting ready to go out for the night. I remember, I was just about to get started on my hair when there came a knock at the door. I opened it, expecting to see Graham, but it was Billy. He had been drinking tequila. I could smell it on his breath, and the look in his eye . . . I had never seen him that down, and it made me sad.

I didn’t know what to say, but I let him in. He went and sat down on the bed, and knowing I’d need a drink to get through whatever was to come, I poured myself a glass of whiskey. It was awful, but did its job. I downed the whole thing, then poured two more. One for me, and one for Billy.

BILLY: I honestly don’t know what got into me that night. I just needed to see Y/N, to hold them.

Y/N: He asked me to hold him, so I did. We sat there for a while, not talking, moving, or doing anything. Just holding each other . . . until he tried to kiss me. That pissed me off, because he knew how I felt about him. He had known when he married Camila, yet still, he had married her. Had chosen her.

I jumped up and yelled, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Billy? I mean, honestly, is this the kind of person you want to be?”

And he said, “The booze, the drugs, the girls . . . I’ve been doing them all to try to get you out of my system—“

I slapped him. Hard.

BILLY: Y/N slapped me, and I just kind of sat there, reeling. They looked like they wanted to apologize, but before they could, Graham walked in. You could just tell by the look on his face that he had overheard the whole thing.

GRAHAM: I only heard a tiny bit, but it wasn’t hard to piece together what was happening. It also wasn’t hard to piece together that Y/N wasn’t willing to entertain Billy’s advances, so I pushed him out of the room and into the parking lot. Outside, he paced back and forth and muttered to himself, looking a little crazy. He said, “I fucked it all up. I fucked it all up.”

Deep down, I’d known it was coming, because he loved Y/N the same way I did. So all I could say was, “Just don’t do it again, man. Just don’t do it again.”

ROD: Billy started going at it double time after Ottawa. The coke and girls and booze and all that.

GRAHAM: Camila decided to surprise Billy a few weeks after that. She drove up, five months pregnant, and found him in a . . . compromising position.

EDDIE: She walked in on him getting, well . . . I don’t know how else to say it . . . oral sex, I guess I should say. From a groupie.

Y/N: Camila blew up on Billy. Like, slapped right across the face. Hit him with her bag, too, if memory serves. She asked me to watch him, to make sure he didn’t sink deeper into himself.

And she said, “When he wakes up, give him this letter.” The letter had an ultimatum; he had to get clean before the baby came.

KAREN: He didn’t stop messing around with all of it.

EDDIE: We were all sort of counting down the days. You know, sixty days until Billy has to get clean. Then it was forty days. Then, when it got down to ten days, he was forgetting the words onstage, and I thought he was never gonna clean up.

Y/N: On November 28th, we were in Hartford for a show when one of the stage managers called me offstage. Said there was a call for me. I picked it up, and it was Teddy. “You gotta get Billy home,” he said, because Camila had gone into labor.

BILLY: Y/N took me by the arm and held onto me until we got onto the plane. Then, we landed and they dragged me into this beat-up rental car and drove me to the hospital.

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The rickety old rental car sped into the hospital parking lot, going way faster than the legal speed in an effort to get Billy to his girls as fast as possible. When the car rolled to a stop, though, he did not immediately jump to get out. Confusion overtook your features, prompting you to say, “Well? Go see your girls.”

“I can’t,” he whispered, his voice sad, broken down. Never before had you seen him so shattered.

“You can.”

“I can’t.”

“Billy.”

“Y/N. I can’t have her meet me like this.”

An emotion akin to the anger you had felt back in Ottawa arose beneath your skin, causing you to tighten your hold on the steering wheel, your knuckles flashing white with force. “Okay, then,” you said, eerily calm. “I’m going to be there for Camila and to meet that baby girl, with or without you, Billy. But if I go by myself, you’re going to get help when I come back out. Real help.”

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Y/N: That night, sitting by Camila’s bedside was when I let go of the possibility of Billy. He had a wife and a baby, and if he was going to mess that up, I wasn’t going to play a part in it.

#daisy jones and the six #djats #billy dunne #camila alvarez #camila martinez #camila morrone #camila dunne #graham dunne #daisyjones #karen sirko #simone jackson #eddie roundtree #rod reyes #teddy price #billydunnexreader #warren rhodes #warren rojas

[seas-storyarchive]

Hell's Grief, Brings Heaven's Reign - radiorose au

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Rosie saw him. Alastor went right over the building. She ran to where he was falling, hoping no one would see-

But everyone saw him. Falling. Down, down until- the cracking was defeaning.

That crack.. oh.. oh no, no.. she'd have to spend months waiting on him hand and foot but.. Rosie pushed those thoughts out of her head the moment she saw Alastor. There was no saving him. He'd already died before he hit the grass.

"Al.." She choked, approaching him. She saw his bones had poked through the- no, don't focus on that. Look at his face-

Broken antler, blood- blood- blood! His face, still twisted into that fucking smile from that cunt that owned his soul, had the x from where he got the shot that killed him. His eyes were..

"Oh Alastor.. I.." Rosie choked out, falling to her knees. "I'm so sorry love." She looked at his face, still in a smile. But his eyes, wide, with terror and fear.

Sorrow mixed with rage and wanting blood. And something in Rosie snapped. She lost herself in a blind rage, quickly getting up and rushing at the nearby angels.

Alastor was confused, not understanding were he was. Well, he knew where he now stood, but not how or why he was standing there.

"Hello! What's your name?" The man at the podium before the gates asked, a smile on his face.

"A.. Alastor A-" he caught himself, it wasn't Hell.. so maybe.. "I- I mean Dupuis. Alastor Dupuis, my fine fellow."

Alastor looked at his hands, still red hoof-like fingers on black buck arms. He felt something on his back, and flexed it- wings. He had wings! He was wearing white - a garish color for him - a robe. Why is it always white and a robe? Oh the horror that overcame him, should Rosie see him. Oh.. Rosie.

The man, one Saint Peter himself, looked through the names- and raised his eyebrow when the name was suddenly squeezed in.

"Wow! A new arrival!" Peter was excited. "I wasn't expecting to see you, like ever! That poor woman waited outside the gates for nearly 50 years for you." He looked up to see Alastor looking at his hands. "Well, come on." He opened the gate for Alastor, still smiling.

Alastor, having heard all of this - how his mother waited five decades for him, oh how she must have wanted to ring his ears for being late. Oh, she and Rosie would have gotten along.

But, he and his mother were here, in Heaven. Rosie was down there, in Hell, with everyone else. Fighting.

"I.. I can't." Alastor said suddenly, looking at Peter. "I won't leave them."

Peter sighed, "It's.. it's complicated, buddy. You probably won't even get back down there."

He had a determined look on his face. "I have to go back. I am going back." And, happily, Alastor found out that his shadow worked and dropped him into the clouds. Vanishing down.

"Wait!" Peter tried to stop him, moving out from behind the pedestal but Alastor already vanished. "Shoot, shoot. Ah~ Sera isn't going to like this~" the saint was taking deep breathes, trying to calm down. Oh, this was the last thing they needed to happen.

Back in Hell, Rosie had been slashing through angels, moving towards Adam - whom was now on the ground and beating cannibals left and right.

A feral growl left her as she went to attack him - only get punched by Adam. She growled and went back for it.

"Ooh! We got a feral bitch!" Adam flew out of her range, taunting her.

"I'll kill you and drink wine from your skull as I feast on your entrails!" Rosie hissed, making swipes at him with her clawed hands.

Adam punched Rosie again, this time hard enough to stun her, and grabbed her neck. "Oh you crazy, old timey bitch." He was disgusted as he took to the sky of hell with Rosie. "Say hi to your old timey bitch of a boytoy!"

He spun them and then threw her down towards the ground, laughing maniacally as she screamed. Only to get blindsided when the barrier of Hell's sky was broken, and something shoot down from it. It blasted by Adam, making the man spin in place in response.

"What the fuck?" Adam looked from the woman to the dragons approaching.

So, this is how Rosie died, again. Falling who knew how many feet down to the ground to join Alastor. Oh Al.. if only she told him how much she loved him. If he wasn't dead, she would hold close and kiss him, run her fingers through his hair and wings- wait, hold the fucking phone!

"Got you!" Said the familiar voice, as familiar arms wrap around her in a familiar way, the flapping of wings she was something new.

"A- Alastor?" Rosie asked, looking at the face of her saviour.

"I'm here, Rosie." The face and voice were him, but.. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting, love." He descended to the ground, and set her down on the grass.

"Alastor Altruist! What the fuck were you thinking?!" Rosie grabbed him by the collar of his suit jacket and shaking him.

"Rosie, love, I-"

All of a sudden Lucifer and Adam crashed down from the sky. The former kicking the crap out of the latter.

Charlie was seen rushing over, and then Lucifer stopped. One could hear him ask, to the first man, "how does mercy taste, bitch?"

"Hmm. Poetic." Alastor said, in sarcasm as he watched all of this. Before turning to Rosie. "You were saying-"

His ears and tail stood at attention, before he moaned into the kiss, suddenly gripping Rosie close to him as he surrendered to the kiss. When they broke, everyone was looking at them.

"Pretty snazzy get up you got dhere, Smiles." Angel said, smiling but the man also with tears in his eyes.

"Oh, this, Angel dear? Pfft, tacky bit of laundry." Alastor said, waving his hand.

"Hey, Antlers." Lucifer drew their attention, looking at the six winged king of Hell as he retracted his wings. "You left Heaven."

Alastor ruffled his feathers. "Very astute of you," he said in a sarcastic manner.

"Well, I mean.. it's the whole point of the Hotel-" Lucifer looked from the pair to Charlie, "so they can get to Heaven?"

"Sire, I left Heaven to come back and save my Rosie." Alastor said, defensively as his festhers ruffled even further. "For I could not bear the thought of her dying an altruistic death without her consent."

"You've basically made yourself a fallen angel, jackass!" Lucifer and Vaggie shouted at almost the same time.

"I am aware. But, as I said, my Rosie's life was worth it." Alastor said.

Rosie, having gone quiet, looked at Alastor. "You.. gave that up? Eternal sunshine and Heaven's light.. for little ol' me?"

Alastor turned to Rosie. "I did indeed. There is no heaven without you. Not for me. Call me a fool, but a fool who finally knows what love is and will go against Heaven's wishes to be at your side, until you decide you are sick of me and send me away."

Rosie began to hit him, repeatedly with her hands, both touched and pissed off. "You sap! You fucking bucket ah tree sap! I'd kill you again if I wasn't so touched by your stupid fucking antics!"

Alastor's wings moved to block her blows, looking to the others. "Love, mes amis, is worth it."

"Uh huh.." Husker raised an eyebrow at the two.

"Why are you- Rosie, doll, care to scratch somewhere?" Alastor didn't wait for a reply and instead turned so Rosie had access to his wings. "Where they connect to my back- ooh~ a little harder, yes~!"

He grinned at the feeling for a moment, oh that spot was Heaven and got his tail wagging, before he looked to the others. "Looking, for this?" His shadow produced a book that it handed him. "Here we go.." Alastor looked at the contracts before he began to rip them in half within the book, the ripped pieces breaking and scattering to the wind.

Husker and Niffty's chains appear, before breaking.

"About fuckin' time." Husk sighed in relief.

"You don't want me to help anymore?" Niffty asked, her eyes wide. She soundes hurt.

"Roise, stop for a second." At Alastor's words, Rosie stopped, before the man walked forwards and knelt down in front of Niffty.

"Niffty.." he sighed, "I have a lot to do to be truly honest with everyone. And it all starts with saying I'm sorry for putting those chains on you. For acting how I did. I.. still want to be your friend, will you let me?" He held out a hand, his pointer and middle fingers extended.

Niffty, thinking it over, smiled widely and took his fingers in her hand with a smile. "Sure! I'd hate to think about what you all would do without me anyway!" She then giggled insanly.

Alastor let out an insane laugh as well. "Why, we'd be over run with bugs, my dear." He smiled.

"Uh, Antlers?" Lucifer's voice cut in.

"Yes?" Alastor looked over to Lucifer, only to get punched. "My good sir, what the devil-"

"Exactly, moron! You fucking BROKE the sky and- huh.." Lucifer looked at the sky as it repaired itself. "Never mind." He looked back to Alastor. "Fuck you still."

Alastor and Rosie went back and forth between the hotel site and Cannibal Town, helping with constructing the hotel (Alastor) and running cannibal town (Rosie). Alastor got a good workout with his wings, and Rosie loved being chauffeured about. Alastor was still a cannibal, heaven would have to kill him again repeatedly before he gave that up and thus ruined his and Rosie's at home date nights.

They were happy. Everyone was happy. Especially when the hotel was built.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #hells grief heavens reign au #angel alastor au #technically fallen angel au #radiorose #episode 8 au #alastor altruist #rosie

[hollowwrites]

Blindsided

Part 7

Ominis x MC

Summary - Oh no, everyone is sleeping around and there isn’t enough beds! Whatever shall they do!

Continuing the Domestic bliss! Another part should be ready soonish!

Again feel free to swap Evelyn MC or Y/N

Warnings - Nothing much, it’s just the ULTIMATE PINE-FEST! I may never let these guys get together because the lead up is just so cute!! All characters aged up 18+

Word Count - 2790

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“Oh! Hello, my Young Friends! And Where may I be this fine evening?” The stoney visage of Ignatia Wildsmith moved with more grace than you would expect stone to have

“You could have waited Sebastian” Ominis teased as he bought Evelyn into the room, her face puffy from the mixed bag of emotions upstairs. Anne touched Eves arm, her nose scrunched up as if to ask Are you okay? Evelyn just nodded.

“I didn’t think it would do anything I just lit the flame” Sebastian scratched at his neck in confusion.

The sound of stone moving against stone alerted them all to the Ignatias plaque waiting not so patiently upon the hearth. Her eyes slowly moving between them all.

“Sorry Ignatia, we’ve just popped you up in my Ho-“ Eve started before being interrupted

“Hollow Haunt” Anne shouted clasping her hands over her own mouth at the sheer volume that escaped her.

“Very well” the golden scroll beneath Ignatias bust burned with the inscription Hollow Haunt as her profile settled back into the plaque to remain inanimate. Everyone looked at Anne, who giggled nervously.

“It’s the only thing I remember from History of Magic. The first name you say to a Ignatia plaque is the name of the location.” She explained wringing her hands awkwardly.

“Okay” Eve shrugged, not really caring what her house had been named “Why Hollow Haunt?”

“Well…” she grinned seeing the indifference in Eves face “Since Professor Ronen put the defensive charms around the house the muggles struggle to…comprehend the property. That combined with me being as pale as I am and sometimes things float around the house, the villagers think I’m a ghost. The Hollow Residence is Haunted…Hollow Haunt” she grinned ear to ear “I’ve always wanted to be a ghost and scare children”

Sebastian tried desperately not to laugh. Eve seemed in a odd mood and he didn’t want to offend her anymore than Anne’s stunt may have. He clasped his hand over his mouth to hide the curl of lips.

Ominis simply shook his head. This is typical Anne. But he couldn’t grumble it was nice to have ‘typical’ Anne back.

“I love it!” Eve couldn’t help but smile. Anne’s joy was contagious and it was a rather clever name.

“Oh I’m so glad” She sighed in relief “I got food ready whilst you were upstairs” she skipped to the kitchen without pause.

“I thought we were going back after we’d put this thing up” Sebastian wiped his brow looking at Eve still unsure of her mood “I mean…it’s your house”

“We may as well stay the night now it’s dark out, and we won’t be able to get back before curfew if we’re eating”

“Are you okay with that?” Ominis squeezed her arm.

“Yes it’s fine” she smiled taking his hand and leading him to the small dining table shoved up the corner of the kitchen. Sebastian grabbed the plates from the kitchen cabinets and began to lay the table, whilst they idly chatted. Perhaps having people here wasn’t so bad. As though he could hear her thoughts Ominis squeezed her knee under the table, offering her a genuine smile.

“Told you” he whispered leaning into her “This is better than Home”

“Budge up now, time to get friendly” Sebastian leant across the tiny table putting bowls out for each of them. Ominis grabbed the underside of Evelyn’s chair scraping it across the floor and inching it closer towards him. She blushed at the sudden proximity, their chairs practically interlocked.

“Since when do you lot care about curfew anyway?” Anne asked serving out the homemade stew she’d been cooking since they arrived.

“Since…” Sebastian gulped sitting opposite Ominis on the round table “Since I’m the Tri Wizard Champion for Hogwarts”

“No” Anne said flatly taking her seat finally bumping shoulder to shoulder with Sebastian

“Yes?” He responded cautiously

“Merlin…I could cry! She flung her arms around his neck “Congratulations! Oh I’m so proud”

“You don’t think it’s foolish?” he choked out

“Not at all. I’d be pretty hypocritical, you know I’ve always wanted to compete for the Tri Wizard Cup” Ominis slammed his spoon down with a smirk on his face

“So thats why you entered” he said with faux disappointment

“Surprise?” Sebastian grinned goofily. They all laughed enjoying each others company as a family.

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At some point in the evening, Sebastian had fallen asleep curled up on the small two person sofa in the living room. How he fit was beyond anyone’s guess, limbs dangling off every available edge. Anne had retired to bed shortly after she had finished with food. One of the only remaining side effects of her curse was she was constantly tired. Ominis and Eve cleaned the table together and sat drinking tea. An Earl Grey, she kept ‘for special occasions’. Their chairs remained interlocked, despite having the table to themselves, they leant forward on their elbows together, knees touching under the table. The warm glow of candlelight from the trio of tall dinner candles bathed Ominis in a delicious amber. His head hooked downward slightly, as was his signature, and his hands wrapped around the dainty tea cup. He smiled as Eve lost all semblance of decorum at the comment he’d made, clutching a hand to her mouth.

“You can’t say things like that” she choked out a laugh. “I’ll wake sleeping beauty over there” she dabbed at the tears leaving her eyes. He sat in comfortable silence waiting for Evelyn to recover. “Oh goodness, you nearly killed me”

“I shall endeavour to finish the job next time” he smiled. Truly her laughter was the sweetest sound. “I have a question for you” he smirked

“Go on, anything for my court jester” leaning forward once more, linking her arm with his.

“What would I be looking at right now?”

Her face fell.

It had been a while since they’d played this little game. Ominis would ask this to fill silences or out of a genuine curiosity and it sometimes ended rather awkwardly. A couple of times, Sebastian would lie and say he was staring at some seventh year and that she was coming over to confront the poor boy. He’d watch in hysterics as Ominiss eyes darted around trying to figure out where to settle his eyes so as to not cause any drama, which he only indulged in if he wasn’t directly involved in. After a few mishaps with Sebastian, the game became almost exclusive to Eve and himself.

Though she wasn’t completely innocent.

She lied anytime his eyes settle over her form. With Ominis being so much taller than her and the way he lulled his head down, more often than not, his eyes would settle over her lips, her nose, her…eyes. The rare time or two Ominis had made accidental eye contact with her, she had turned to putty. His brows furrowed when she stumbled over her words and that is where the lies began. ‘Y-you’re er…looking off past my…er…shoulder’.

She was sure he knew she was lying. Anytime she would shift out from under his gaze to give an accurate description of what was behind her, she’d turn back to him and his eyes would be trained back on her. Now she knew about his ridiculous hearing, she was almost certain that he did it on purpose

Right now, was one of those times. She didn’t know if it was the candlelight or something else entirely but the way his eyes bore into her made her tell him the truth.

“My lips…” she muttered entranced by the milky opals that’s stared at her. Her voice sounded foreign to her, heavy and low. “…or perhaps my chin”

Coward

His hands slowly moved from his tea cup to her face. They were warm and the lingering smell of citrus from the tea coated his hands. His fingertips lightly dancing over her pillowy lips and they parted in response.

“You do this when you’re relaxed you know” his voice barely a whisper “Sebastian says when you’re studying, or you’re with us…content…your lips part and your eyes go wide like you’re trying not to look cold. Most of the time, he says, you have this harsh furrow to your brow and….” his fingers pushed ever so slightly on her bottom lip, forcing it up to the other. “You suck your lips into a thin line. You walk around with this face that causes students to run and hide” he laughed breathily “I find that hard to believe”

“I have been told I have a rather unapproachable face” she smiled wide against his fingers.

“This isn’t unapproachable” he swept his hands one final time over the plains of her face before cupping them under her chin.

He was…so…close. He knew Sebastian wouldn’t interrupt like last time and he could easily close that small gap between them. His chest heaved with the thought of her lips on his.

She couldn’t stop the yawn that suddenly enveloped her, his hands warm and enticing just…

He smiled before removing his hands.

“Come on, Time for bed”

She grumbled taking another sip of the Earl Grey whilst looking over the brim of her cup to the clock on the wall. She choked a little as she noticed the time, slumping against Ominiss shoulder.

“Merlin, I didn’t realise. We er…need to figure out sleeping arrangements”

“Do you have another bed? or chair…or spare bit of floor, honestly I’ll sleep just about anywhere” he chuckled, lids now heavy.

“You will not sleep on the floor you can have my bed, I’ll sleep with Anne” he coughed out a singular laugh

“No you won’t. Have you ever slept with Anne or Sebastian? You’ll end up black and blue. It’s fine you have your bed, I’ll sleep…here” he placed his hands firmly on the wooden dining chair.

“I have a comfy chair in my room…if…you don’t mind sharing”

“Of course not”

“Well… Come on then” she offered him her hand, guiding him up the unfamiliar stairs “Sleeping at the dinner table honestly, you’re like a cat” she giggled, dragging him through her bedroom door.

She pulled the chair closer to her bed and gathered some blankets for him “you can put your legs up on the bed, I don’t mind and you can use these” she placed the little parcel of plush bedding into his hands. They stood awkwardly in front of each other for a moment.

“Would you like me to leave whilst you get undressed?” He asked his cheeks turning a vague pinkish colour in the little light from the moonlight.

“N-no it’s okay. You can’t see me anyway” she tried to alleviate the tension in the room with humour. Why was this so awkward? They’d slept on each other multiple times in the common room. How was sharing a room, not touching worse? Is it because it’s her bedroom?

Grow Up Evelyn…

He circled around her to sit in the chair, legs spread and hands gripping the arms of the chair. She puttered around making her bed and removing the laundry when she looked up at him.

Why did he look like that? She’d never seen that look in his eyes before.

“Then why…” he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped in front of him “haven’t you taken off your clothes” his eyes seemed to darken.

Oh…

He didn’t mean to sound like that. Merlin, he couldn’t recognise his own voice. It was only meant to be a coy little joke. They’d made vaguely amourous comments to each other before always, always in jest, much to Ominiss chagrin. But this was…different. He’d let himself get too worked up in the fantasy of claiming her lips and now he was acting like a beast.

He listened intently to the sounds of clothing hitting the floor, counting them out and trying to imagine what each piece could be. Shirt? Trousers? Underwear?….

Then silence.

The thought of her being naked in the same room as him set his mind racing.

What has gotten into you? This is her home and you’re acting like an animal!

This was indecent. She deserved better than this. He closed his eyes, leaning back against the chair, formulating an apology for his behaviour when…

“Could you help me?” She muttered, suddenly feeling her presence looming over him.

“Of course” his voice still hoarse, he tried to ignore the affects that she had on him and hoped that she couldn’t hear it, or at least thought it was due to a lack of sleep.

But her request wasn’t going to help matters.

“Thank you. I just need the buttons undoing on this dress, I can’t…quite…urgh”

“You are asking a blind man to help you with buttons?” He chuckled, his normal lithe tone returning slowly to his voice.

“Honestly if this wasn’t Poppys I’d say rip me out of the damn thing but…probably best I don’t return it to her in scraps”

What is going on tonight? Was she sent specifically to tempt him? He contemplated for a second tearing the clothing away from her skin and throwing the money at Poppy next time they met.

Until he remembered the reason he hadn’t properly attempted to court her.

His name.

Whilst he was still a Gaunt and whilst his family were still, unfortunately, involved in his life, she was in immediate danger. He’d chastised himself many times when rumours spread about the two of them being involved and he’d received an owl almost immediately from his mother asking who this girl was he had been seen with. Thankfully his silver tongue, that worked so masterfully on faculty, also seemed to work on his family and they quickly dropped any forced proposals and further questions once he revealed she was, in fact, muggle-born. Oh. So not worth their time. He obviously disagreed with their stance on her but if it saved her from any unwanted visits to Hogwarts from the Gaunt Family, it was worth it.

Besides,

He had plans in place that meant his self appointed ban would be lifted soon enough. And then he could treat her exactly how she deserved. How he had always wanted to, even if he had indulged a little more than he had thought. Thoughts of her skin beneath his fingers and chaste kisses littered his mind, the smell of her hair when she slept upon his chest…

His thoughts were interrupted when she took his hands and placed them on her waist.

“Can you get them?” She bought him back to the here and now.

“I’m on it” he rose from the chair to loom over her from behind. He was quiet for a second before she felt the slight release of tension from around her midsection. She sighed at the growing sense of comfort returning to her.

“Thank you so much” she hummed

“Is this why you don’t usually wear dresses?” He asked breathily, concentrating on the infuriatingly fiddly buttons lining her spine.

“Mmmm I hate the things. But muggle culture is a little more…strict than the wizarding world. There’s no way Imelda would handle the muggle world. With her backchatting and abrasive behaviour…” she sighed “I’m so glad I’m a witch”

“Me too” his breath tickled her neck as he undid the last button. He hooked his fingers underneath the fabric, feeling for any other connections between the panels. The backs of his fingers gliding effortlessly down the bare skin of her back.

“Are you not going to get comfortable?” She asked meekly pulling away from him to remove the dress “You can have your shirt back that you gave me. I use it to sleep in anyway and you’ve given me….mmmm…roughly 4 over the years. I won’t go without” he heard the innocent smile in her voice and felt her presence in front of him once again. “I don’t have any bottoms for you though I’m afraid” she pressed the shirt into his chest

“Thank you, I’m going to read for a little I…Merlin’s beard you’ve worn this to within an inch of its life” he felt the fabric handed to him. He knew it was once a formal shirt once given to her after a potions incident ruined all of hers, starchy and stiff, and now it’s soft panels were adorned with tiny holes from being washed too many times. She giggled.

“I like it. It’s comfortable” she yawned and he heard her climb into her bed, her voice suddenly muffled by her pillow “They used to smell like you but they don’t anymore…its sad…you smell…so nice…and it’s…mmmm”

Ominis heard her breathing slow rapidly and her idle chatter was replaced with soft barely audible snores. He smiled.

“Goodnight, love”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #slytherin #hogwarts #hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwarts headcanon #hogwarts houses #hogwarts oc #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #ominis hc #ominis x you #ominis fluff #ominis x mc #ominis x y/n #ominis x oc #ominis imagine #ominis my beloved #ominis x reader #hogwarts fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter hogwarts game #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy #anne sallow #hogwarts sebastian #hogwarts ominis #blindsided

[foundfamilynonsense]

I don’t ship things. But I’m getting pissed as hell when I see people saying that Huntlow was forced.

Like. No? Sure it had less build up than Amity and Luz but that’s just because Luz is the main character. Not to mention the show was being cancelled and they literally had less time to do it all. Rant under the cut.

I personally could not give a shit if Hunter and Willow became an item or just stayed friends. That show already has strong friendships like Luz, Gus, Willow friendship and Gus and Hunter and etc. and I never need more romance. But as far as writing romance into the plot the Owl House did a perfectly fine job with Willow and Hunter.

When they first meet, Willow, who has been working hard on her own self confidence, basically corners Hunter and forces him to do something fun with kids his own age.

This is where we see the parallels to them, because they’ve both struggled with performance and rejection. They’ve both been called “half a witch” and Hunter is way further back on the road to acceptance.

Hunter let’s them all go, and he addresses Willow specifically.

Then we have just small stuff. Hunter going out of his way to save Willow during a fight, when Hunter gets filled with bad memories while saving Gus one of them is when he made Willow upset. Hunters memory of that one meeting with Willow is so attuned to her he knows fake willow is an illusion immediately. When Willow thinks Hunter’s been captured she’s the first one to race to the airship and angrily starts snapping about how do you turn it on. Once they realize it’s Luz who is actually captured, Amity is the one snapping about going faster, meanwhile Willow is sitting in the back with King. There’s a clear parallel there.

And then season three happens. Hunter wears a stupid outfit and Willow fucking loves it. She legit tells him to save it for later and then winks at him, in which he blushes hard. I didn’t bring up any blushing before this, bc as far as I’m concerned this is the only one that matters. Then episode two is the first time we see Willow being the one who’s about to lose it. Bc she’s had such an excellent character arc so far that she’s become this capable and calm headed leader. And Hunter hears her refer to herself as half a witch. And it literally drives him to tears.

Look. I am literally the last person who would say “they can’t be platonic look how much they mean to each other” bc I literally want to kill people who say that. But as far as storytelling goes they did their due diligence with Hunter and Willow. They put in the work just fine. Especially with the half a witch parallel. With limited episodes where neither of them are a main character they gave us plenty of hints about what’s coming while also letting us see Hunter’s friendship with Gus as being just as important of a relationship!

I don’t know if people are confused at the m/f ship that doesn’t bow to any gender roles or common straight couple troupes or… they’re upset that it’s a m/f ship in general? I mean we have no proof they’re both straight and even if they are who cares it’s still a gay show. With huntlow that makes two straight couples, one of whom is getting a nasty divorce. So.

Or maybe people are upset that the cute little elf boy with depression fell for the plus sized Asian girl before she even really noticed him? Although I shouldn’t just assume the worst.

Like. To put it another way. If I saw it coming, the aroace who legit is surprised by almost every bit of romance in media, then it was not out of nowhere. It’s a legit relationship they spent time on, and if you were blindsided by it maybe there’s some underlying reason why you didn’t expect them to be in a relationship?

#the owl house #toh #owl house #huntlow #hunter owl house #willow park #willow owl house

[buckysgrace]

5. December

Part Five to Every Little Thing! CW: Oral sex (fem receiving), references to underage sex

“What are you doing?” Nugent questioned, looking over the middle console as Gator angrily huffed again. He glanced towards him, shaking his head as he continued to fumble with his phone. 

“Trying to figure this fucking thing out,” Gator mumbled as he tapped messily on his phone, “Do you have an instagram?” He asked curiously, wondering if Nugent could give him a helping hand. In all honesty, Gator hardly ever used his phone. This all felt like it was over his head. 

“A what?” Nugent had his eyebrows scrunched together, an amused look plastered over his features. Gator quickly shook his head, scoffing at the way Nugent was clearly making fun of him. 

“Never mind,” Gator grumbled as he continued to fumble with his phone, wondering why she couldn’t just use her Facebook like everyone else, “She’s doing it to fuck with me anyways.” He spoke truthfully, knowing that Daphne just had to make things difficult for him. He had laid awake last night, searching and wondering for why she would’ve just ran off on him. 

She could pretend like it was no big deal for as long as she wanted, but he knew that it was. He knew that he hadn’t been the only one that had been blindsided. He’d never seen her parents or her friends so worried before. It was in the heat of the moment, he was sure of it.

He had been just as confused, just as lost and worried as everyone else. The hurt eventually turned to bitterness when she slowly started to talk to everyone else but him. It was like she had run away from him and he didn’t even know what he’d done. He felt stupid, like he had missed out on something. He had once felt like he could read her mind, but she was unreadable now. 

“Daphne?” Nugent asked, “You still have a thing for her?” Nugent did his best to sound as casual as possible, but Gator was quickly able to read the meaning underneath his tone. He was snooping for answers, the same way everyone else did. He pressed his vape up to his lips, taking a deep inhale to relax the way his nerves were rattling around in his body. 

“I never had a thing for her.” He said at last, feeling a fresh wave of bitterness washing over him. He didn’t want to talk about his feelings for Daphne. He chewed on his bottom lip, pretending like he wasn’t creating a whole Instagram account just so he could look at her pictures. 

“Okay,” Nugent snorted, “I’ll just pretend you didn’t spend the last three years moping around about her.” Gator felt his lips part in disbelief, knowing that he hadn’t acted that terribly. 

“Shut up,” Gator huffed as he shook his head, “She just disappeared. I was hurt, she was supposed to be my best friend.” He mumbled as he wiggled a little further into his seat, feeling like he was being put on the spot again. 

“Just friends,” Nugent nodded his head slowly, “Right.” He looked out the window, shaking his head in disagreement. Gator brought his vape back up to his lips as he contemplated on his own words. 

Just friends didn’t feel very right to him either. He kept quiet, not mentioning how he’d already had his best outfit set out and was planning on getting Daphne her favorite flowers and candy. He couldn’t do it yet, not when Nugent was bearing such a smug grin on his lips.

“She’s getting married,” Gator mumbled, still trying to figure out how to get the confirmation email from Instagram, “We are just friends.” He said at last, like he needed to remind himself of the same thing. At one point he was so sure that she would never return, only to be surprised with her arrival. He wished his feelings would’ve been happy. He was upset. He couldn’t believe she’d brought back someone else, acting like they were nothing. 

“Maybe now,” Nugent goaded, “It doesn’t mean she can’t change her mind.” Gator rolled his eyes, wishing that it would be that easy. 

He felt like he was searching too deep into her life as he slowly flicked through the photos, breathing in her familiar smile and kindness in her eyes. He enjoyed the photos of her face, rather than the ones that she posted of food and nature. His cheeks had burned at one picture of her at the beach, her skin contemplating nicely against the bikini she was wearing. It brought him back to the picture she’d sent him, how he was sure he’d exhausted his dick with the many times he’d jerked off to it since she’d sent it. 

He wondered if he ever thought about her, but quickly shook that thought away. He was sure that he was the last thing she’d remembered. 

As if to answer his own question, he was suddenly greeted by a picture of her and Hugh. He wrinkled his eyebrows together, sure that it had been the first one that he’d seen since he started scrolling through her photos. He thought it was slightly peculiar that they never seemed to be fully touching, just sitting near one another like they were close acquaintances. 

He’d done his best to start fulfilling Bruce’s wish, but it was hard. Hugh seemed to be clean. Even on his social media it was bare, rather than the posts that he’d make about his art. Gator was slightly bewildered, finding no special traces of fondness in Hugh’s posts about Daphne. For being a supposed happy couple, they had little to no evidence about it.

He knocked, holding the screen door open as he waited. His hands suddenly felt too clammy as he rolled the watermelon flavor around his tongue one last time. He pushed the door open once he heard the loud come in shout from inside.

“Hey,” Gator introduced himself awkwardly, his boots tapping loudly against the floor as he entered the crowded living room, “I’m here to pick Daphne up.” He said, feeling a little awkward as she seemed to be the only one who wasn’t out. Hugh sat near Noelle, listening to whatever she was currently bitching about. 

“You’re taking Daphne out?” Oliver’s eyebrows knitted tightly together as he turned towards Gator, a look of disbelief on his features. He spoke with an accusatory tone, like Gator was planning on doing something else with her. 

“I uh,” He paused for a moment, “Figured I could take her out to catch up. It’s been a while.” He shrugged his shoulders, trying to act as stoic as possible. He’d always wondered if Oliver knew about them

“I’ll go get her,” Ruby smiled as she stood. She went out of the way to walk around the couch and give Gator’s arm a soft squeeze, “I’m glad you’re both speaking again.” She said wistfully before she walked away. She’d always felt like a second mother to Gator, really the only one he’d ever really known. She turned up to all of his school events, no matter how big or small, like he was one of her own. 

“She didn’t say anything about you taking her out.” Oliver approached him, his blue eyes narrowing as he stood in front of Gator. They stood at the same height, although Oliver was more skin and bones than anything. 

It had been a long time since Gator and Oliver had actually gotten along. They’d never really interacted as kids, as more than once Gator was sure that Oliver had been jealous and acted out because he thought Gator was trying to steal his sister. It only turned worse once Daphne actually left, then he completely pinned the blame on Gator. Gator had always been worried that it was the truth. He hoped not, prayed that he hadn’t been the reason that Daphne had ran off. 

“Maybe it’s none of your business,” Gator grinned as he looked towards him, enjoying the irritation that spread over Oliver’s features, “Or maybe you’d prefer if I took someone else out?” Oliver’s face went red, his lips parting as he took a quick step back.

Daphne bounded down the steps before Oliver could snip off a reply. She gave Gator a shy wave, her eyes glimmering as she glanced at him for only a second before turning away. He admired her knee length, flowy dress that seemed to float like she did. 

“Okay,” Daphne smiled as she leaned over Hugh, her smile bright and wide as she looked at him sweetly, “I’ll text you when I get there.” She reassured before she slowly bent forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips. Gator felt himself turning away, unable to watch the motions carry through.

“You two have fun,” Ruby said cheerily as she gave Daphne’s shoulder a soft squeeze, “I’ll wait up for you.” She added a second later, acting like they were still kids. Gator placed his hands in his pockets, thinking about how nervous he’d been when he had taken her to their first junior high dance. 

“Make sure daddy knows I won’t be out too late.” Daphne nodded her head quickly as she pulled a white crocheted purse over her shoulder. She approached slowly, her green heels tapping against the floor as she glanced towards him. She bit down on her pink lip, looking at him for just a second before turning her eyes away shyly. 

“I’ll let him know,” Ruby nodded her head as she glanced down the hallway, “He’s been busy lately.” She said softly, like she couldn’t understand what he would be working on. Gator shifted, tapping his shoes together as he wondered how she’d been so oblivious to everything that her husband did. 

“Alright,” Daphne nodded as she gave them another wave, “I’ll see you soon.” She bid her goodbyes again, taking gentle steps in front of Gator as she did her best to avoid bumping into him. He glanced back one last time, noticing that Hugh’s attention was back to whatever Noelle was showing him on her phone. 

“Did he have issues with you going?” He asked as soon as the screen door slammed shut behind them. It was a silly question, as he already knew the answer to that. Hugh looked as if he couldn’t be bothered to care about where she went. 

“No,” Daphne said softly, “He trusts me.” She said, glancing back at him as he pulled the vape up towards his lips again. He inhaled deeply as he shrugged his shoulders. 

“Hm.” He blew out the cloud of smoke towards her, chuckling as she pursed her lips and swatted at the cloud of smoke. He enjoyed the way her features wrinkled up in annoyance. 

“We’re not doing anything,” She told him pointedly, “We’re just eating together. As friends.” She said slowly, as if she had to remind him what they were. He pulled the car door open for her as he chewed on his bottom lip. 

“Yeah,” Gator grinned as he took her hand, guiding her into the car, “Just friends.” He said softly, like he was promising her. He stared at the way her hand fit into his, how sparks raced up his arm from where their bodies touched. 

“Flowers?” She turned towards him curiously, looking at the objects that rested on the middle console. He cursed underneath his breath as he rushed around the front of the car to climb inside. 

“I’ve bought you flowers before,” He responded quickly, hoping that she wouldn’t think too much into it. He didn’t want to scare her off, not when he’d just gotten her back, “Doesn’t your boy buy you flowers?” He teased her, trying to bring the heat off of himself. She was silent for a moment as she ran her fingertips over the petals. 

“They’re pretty,” She said at last, smiling softly as she held them on her lap, “Thank you.” She nodded her head quickly, dropping her eyes towards the flowers as she slowly spun them in between her fingers. 

Gator fell into silence, wondering how Hugh wasn’t buying the prettiest girl out there flowers everyday. He shook his head, wondering why she had settled for someone like that guy as made the long descent into town.

“Has anything interesting happened to you lately?” She asked softly, speaking over the music that was bustling on his radio as she finally raised her eyes up to look towards him again. He glanced towards her, enjoying the way the setting sun danced against her features. 

“I’m a deputy.” He said simply, unsure if there was anything else to add. Everything here had been the same. He didn’t have any fancy trips or eventful stories to share with her. The only thing interesting that had happened to him was that she had up and left. 

“I saw that,” She grinned towards him, “No surprise there. You always wanted to play cops and robbers.” She replied as she turned a bit in her seat to face him. He looked at her for a moment too long, thinking that she was far more interesting than whatever was on the road in front of them. 

“You were a pretty shitty robber.” He told her in response, wrinkling his nose up as he dropped one hand to his lap. He pressed his fingertips into his skin, doing whatever he could to keep from reaching out and touching her. 

“You were like twice my size,” She laughed, the sound carrying better than any melody he’d ever heard, “I did what I could.” She defended herself softly, exhaling like she was slowly relaxing with him. It was still a mystery to him how they spent so much time together and three years had put a wedge between them. 

They fell into small talk, with him mostly asking the questions so he could continue to listen to her lilting voice. Her pleasant stories only confused him, making him wonder how she had been alright when he’d felt like he had a giant hole in his chest since she’d been gone.

“I still wonder why they decided on that shade of green,” Daphne spoke out loud, looking out the window as Gator pulled into the Mexican restaurant. He nodded his head, looking at the lime paint that contrasted with the bricks that raced up the side of the building, “It is pretty though.”

“If you say so,” He nodded his head in agreement as he did his best to beat her to her side of the door, “Wait.” He stopped her before she could wiggle out of the door. He leaned forward, reaching over her slowly to pull a peony out. His chin lightly brushed against her shoulder as he inhaled softly, lingering on the fruity taste of her perfume.

Her eyes were wide when he slowly pulled away, her lips parted as he snapped the majority of the peony stem away so he could place it behind her ear. He moved her red strands around it, framing her heart shaped face. He felt her eyes on him the whole time, like she was analyzing him as he let his eyes drift across her freckles across her cheeks. They had spread onto her forehead and her chin, telling him that she’d been in the sun a lot the past few days.

“Better?” She asked softly, her trembling like she was nervous. He let his fingertips drag slowly down the curve of her neck, soaking in the last sensations of her skin against his own. He nodded his head as he took a step back, allowing her to pull her own self out of the car.

He tried to find something to say, something to interest her as they waited to get seated. He had a hard time finding words, like his throat was too dry as her shoulder continually brushed against his own as they waited. He had a feeling he’d need more than a shot to get through the night. 

“Is that Dana?” She spoke up, drawing his attention away from how he was analyzing her features. He chewed on his bottom lip, feeling his cheeks burning in worry that he’d been caught drooling over her. 

“Yeah,” Gator said, scratching at the side of his nose as he glanced over towards the booth she was staring at, “Has three kids now. Different baby daddies, ya know, people say that’s why her mama had a heart attack.” He told her seriously, thinking of the different stories that had spread around. He winced, catching one of her many toddlers eyes just as they began to wail. 

“Gator.” Daphne said in disbelief, although he could read the amusement on her features as she choked down her own laugh. He grinned in response. 

“I suppose you’ll be having kids soon,” He chewed on his bottom lip as he spoke, digging his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “After you’re married of course.” Daphne glanced towards him, the corner of her lips twitching in acknowledgement before she turned away from him. He observed her for a moment, trying to confirm his suspicions. 

He didn’t get a chance to question it as they were soon swept up by their waitress. He did his best to keep his eyes straightforward, but felt them drop a few times as he watched the familiar way her hips swayed. 

She scooted into the booth, crossing her arms over the table as she sent the waitress a kind smile. He thought that she blended in nicely with the last of the orange and red that was bursting from the disappearing sun. She was just as warm. 

“Are you still with Abigail?” Daphne asked curiously as she took a giant swig from her water. He followed suit a second later, feeling slightly off guard at her question. 

“What?” He looked at her curiously, knitting his eyebrows together before he realized what she was speaking of, “No. That was nothing. I think we went on one date.” He brushed her question off as his eyes skimmed over the alcoholic drinks the restaurant had supplied. 

“I thought you really liked her?” Daphne said slowly, her darker eyebrows knitting together in confusion as she slowly drew her question out. He watched the way her lips moved, always fascinated with how kissable they looked. Gator debated for a quick second, wondering if he should point out how Daphne had just been jealous at the time. She had denied it, but he knew it was true. 

“No,” He said at last, “Although, my dad does have a list of women he thinks I should marry. None of them are his number one choice, but she seems to be taken now.” He suggested, hoping that she would get the hint. 

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing it’s just what your dad thinks and not what you think.” He opened his mouth to protest, about to tell her that he had the same opinion as Roy when he oddly fell silent. He didn’t want to put his cards down, to reveal how he really felt when she was obviously happier with someone else. 

The waitress saved him, bustling over to take their order before he could simmer in his disappointment. Daphne didn’t seem to notice, still wearing a casual grin like nothing was wrong. He wondered if she was really that oblivious or if she just truly never felt anything for him. 

“Did you get anything fancy like this in France?” He teased her once their table was set and they’d been munching on chips and salsa. She 

“There was nothing that tasted like this,” She confirmed as she sipped on her margarita, her features knitting up from the strong alcohol, “Geez.” She shook her head for a moment, looking a little disgruntled as she set it back down. 

“You didn’t drink over there?” He asked her curiously, leaning over the table to take the glass from her hands and have his own sip. She narrowed her eyes for a moment, watching the easy way the alcohol traveled past his lips before she took her glass back. 

“Hugh likes wine,” She confirmed as she nodded her head, “Don’t really like the taste of that either.” She admitted as she pulled the straw back to her lips. She made another face before she took a sip of her Sprite to chase the taste down. 

“Whiskey is better,” He told her truthfully, “You should order something with rum.” He suggested softly, knowing that had been her drink of choice back when he used to sneak them alcohol. Although he liked when she drank tequila better, it always made her more frisky.

“You’d have to carry me back inside if I started doing that.” She laughed softly as she brought another chip up to her mouth. He thought about it for a moment, wondering how angry Oliver would be if he saw Gator doing that. 

“I wouldn’t mind tucking you in again.” He teased her softly, moving his fork over so he could scoop up a piece of her shrimp as she watched him curiously. 

“Just because you’re treating me to dinner doesn’t mean I’ll sleep with you.” She whispered softly, looking like she was trying to make sure they were on the same page. He parted his lips, mocking a hurt expression as he brought her food up to his lips. 

“What kinda man do you think I am?” He grinned at her, “I’m just showing you how much of a gentleman I am.” He told her as he stretched his legs out, letting one of his shoes rest between her feet. 

“You are not a gentleman.” She giggled softly, like it was funny as she took another large gulp from her cup. He watched her in amusement. 

“I am so,” He continued to grin as he looked up at her, “Should I remind you of all the nice things I’ve done for you?” He asked a bit more huskily, enjoying the way her face flushed as she lightly kicked her shoe against his. 

“I think I need another drink,” She quickly changed the topic, grinning as she pushed the empty glass towards him, “And since you’re buying…” She trailed off, shooting him a dopey smile to bounce around his question. He chewed on his bottom lip, knowing he’d have a hard time denying her what she wanted. 

“So,” Gator drew out a while later, once their table was cleared and Daphne was working on finishing her fourth drink, “Are you going to tell me why you left or just keep me in the dark?” He was leaning against the wall, his legs outstretched across the booth as she looked towards him in surprise. He wondered if she’d be more likely to spill the truth now that she had alcohol in her system. 

“I just think you should already know why I left,” She shrugged her shoulders as she wiped the rest of her drink from her lips, “I guess it doesn’t matter if you don’t remember.” She said at last, glancing away like she didn’t want to speak of it anymore. He pursed his lips, having a feeling he knew what she was speaking of. He had snooped around enough to know what it could be, but certain things no longer made sense.

“Daphne-,”

“Are you ready?” She asked quickly, her eyes flashing over towards him before she brought her thumb up to her lips. He watched for a moment, noticing how she’d never gotten over chewing on her nails when she got nervous.

“Yeah,” He agreed with her before he slowly scooted out of his seat. He felt frustrated, wishing she’d just give him a clear answer. She giggled as she stood, slightly wobbling before she wrapped her hands around his arm, “You gonna make it there?” He teased her, trying to slide back into the comfortable setting with her again.

“Of course,” She nodded her head quickly before she began to giggle again, holding onto him for support as they headed towards the door, “You paid didn’t you?” She questioned him quickly, looking alarmed as they stopped in the middle of the walkway.

“Already covered,” He told her truthfully as he held out the receipt, “You’re an expensive date.” He told her teasingly, liking the way her blue eyes perked up.

“Daphne,” They tore their gazes away from one another, landing onto the elderly woman that had approached them. Judith had been their music teacher in high school and Daphne certainly had a better reputation with her than he did, “I didn’t know you were back.”

“Oh hi,” Daphne greeted happily, her eyes slightly squinted as she grinned from ear to ear, “Yeah about two weeks ago, I believe. It’s been nice.” She nodded her head, leaning a little closer to him as he felt her wobble again. 

“When did you pop the question?” Judith asked, a smile plastered on her lips despite the unimpressed look she shot Gator. He paused, his cheeks reddening as he realized she was referring to him. 

“Oh,” Gator paused, his eyebrows raising high on his forehead as he felt shocked for a moment, “Oh no, I didn’t propose. She’s marrying someone else.” He said quickly, passing the attention over to Daphne as quickly as he could. 

“You two aren’t getting married?” She looked at them in surprise, “Are you joking?” They both fell silent for a moment. He licked the inside of his mouth, hiding the awkward laugh that was forming in his chest. 

“Uh, nope,” Daphne paused, straightening herself up as she adjusted her fingers around his arm. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, trying to hide his grin that was threatening to form, “Just friends.” She said at last, nodding her head as she glanced towards him. He was sure that they looked anything but friends with her wrapped up against him and her ring gleaming against the bright lights.

“Oh,” Judith said slowly, looking like she was stopping herself from saying something else, “Well it was nice seeing you.” She said at last, dismissing the conversation as Daphne seemed to sober up within a second. She nodded her head in agreement, before dropping her hand from his bicep.

“I wish people would stop saying that,” She spoke up awkwardly as they walked out. He pulled his vape from his pocket, looking over at her curiously, “I mean it’s just like they expect us to do it.”

“Because they did,” He laughed as he pulled the door open for her, “How does what’s his name feel about it?” He asked, doing his best to pretend like he wasn’t interested at all. She drew her eyes up towards him slowly as she settled back into her seat. 

“Hugh,” She reminded him gently, “He hasn’t said much about it.” She replied after he crossed the distance in front of the car and pulled himself into the driver’s seat. He tried not to grumble, still unsure of what this guy's issue aws. 

“Then what’s the problem?” He asked gruffly as he pulled his seatbelt over his waist. Sure, he’d found it embarrassing as a kid but that was then. He didn’t think it was so embarrassing anymore. 

“Nothing,” She shook her head quickly, “Just awkward.” She shrugged her shoulders softly as she rubbed at her elbow, drawing her attention out the window. 

He drove her back in silence, wondering if it was that big of a deal for people to think that they were together. He tried to remind himself that it likely had nothing to do with him, just that she was marrying another now.

He pulled into her driveway, feeling like the ride went a lot faster than  it should’ve. He didn’t want her to leave yet. She lingered in her seat, slowly unstrapping her seatbelt as she stared forward at her house. He looked at her curiously, trying to figure out what she was thinking. 

“Twenty minutes.” She said, staring forward at the house for another second before she turned to face him. He looked at her curiously, cocking an eyebrow as he tried to make sense of her statement. 

“What?” He laughed softly, watching the way she leaned a little closer to him. He felt his heart beginning to race, thumping against his ribcage as she leaned forward to whisper to him. 

“Give me twenty minutes and then sneak up through my window,” She giggled softly, her cheeks still burning, “Like you used to do.” She mumbled softly as she traced her nails across the tattoo on his arm. He blinked for a moment, surprised at her words. 

“I thought you weren’t going to sleep with me tonight.” He replied slyly, feeling a little cocky that she had been the first one to break. She drew her eyes up towards him slowly, sending him a challenging look. 

“Doesn’t mean I’m going to,” She replied breezily, “Maybe I just want to see more of you.” She shrugged her shoulders softly as she slowly brought her fingers up the curve of his shoulder. He felt goosebumps forming as he nodded his head.

“Uh huh,” He mumbled softly, enjoying the look in her eyes as she brought her finger up against his chin, “Keep your window open.” He told her softly, enjoying the way her eyes lingered against his lips. He felt his pulse quicken as she leaned a little closer, like she was going to kiss him.

She giggled again, pressing her thumb against his bottom lip before she was scurrying out of the car. She opened the door again, sending him a bashful smile as she picked up her flowers this time. His eyes traveled down the way her top exposed her cleavage.

He shifted, reversing his car back just enough to stay hidden from anyone that might come outside. He shut the engine off next, shifting uncomfortable in his seat as he felt his pants growing tighter as he waited in anticipation. 

He tripped over his own feet as he slid from the car awkwardly, moving as fast as he could as soon as the twenty minutes were up. He took the same path that he used to all those years ago when he’d sneak up into her room, his heart thumping at the thought of seeing her again. 

He cursed to himself as he stumbled through the backyard, forgetting how dark they kept it out here. He winced, pausing before he sneaked past the window to the guest room. He gripped a hold of the trellise that rested against the side of the house. It creaked underneath his weight as he pushed himself up, reaching blindly for the next support as he climbed up the side of the house. 

He was a bit shaky, but his body was still too accustomed to the motions to fully forget the route he took up to her room. She had the only room on the third floor, it was slightly smaller but she had liked it better than sharing a room with Noelle.

He was out of breath by the time that he crawled through the window, his palms sore and forehead sweaty. He rested on his back, taking in a deep breath before Daphne crawled over him, her hair framing his head as she grinned down towards him.

“You gonna make it?” She teased him, her eyes full of amusement as she pushed his strands of hair back into place. He felt his eyes fluttering shut for a second, enjoying how her fingers felt against her scalp. 

“Mhm,” He nodded his head as he brought his palm up against the side of her hip, “It’s been a while.” He told her truthfully. He hadn’t stepped foot in her room since she’d been gone, and had hated to even come to her house while knowing that she was gone. 

He rolled her over, gently knocking her onto her back as he kicked her legs further apart. She giggled, shifting a bit so she was sitting up on her elbows to look at him better. He dragged his eyes across her reddened cheeks, leaning forward just enough so that their noses were brushing together.

“Tell me,” He spoke up softly, “What do you want with me then?” He asked her huskily, enjoying the smell of mint that rolled off of her tongue. Her eyes gleamed as she watched him, her eyes meeting his as he drank in the familiar look.

“I want you,” She breathed out hotly, squirming a little bit as she nudged her nose against his, “I want all of you.” She added softly, her tone as sweet as honey as she pressed their foreheads together. He felt a grin forming on his lips.

He sat back on his knees, ignoring her soft protest before he began to tug her pajama top up over her head. She wiggled with his rough movements, pushing her hair out of her face before he moved down to her pajama pants and underwear.

“Cute,” He grinned as he lightly brushed his fingertips across the black panties that were decorated with sloths wearing space suits. They were random, just like her, “You uh, really know how to reel a guy in.” He teased her as he pulled the material down her legs. 

“I wasn’t dressing to impress,” She mumbled, turning her face away as her cheeks burned, “That’s so embarrassing.” He chuckled softly, his mind swaying as he fully took in the image of her. It had been so long since he’d had her fully naked like this, since he’d been able to fully admire her. 

He traced over her curves, admiring the small mole that was just slightly above her belly button to the right. He had a matching one, right dab in the same spot. He touched it gently, confirming that she was real before he moved his hands up to her perky tits. She shivered underneath his touch, gasping softly as he brushed his fingertips across her pink nipples.

He leaned over her, pressing his knees up against her backside so her legs were spread further apart. He pressed his lips against hers slowly, agonizingly slow just so he could savor the way her lips dragged against his own. 

He cupped her chin, pressing his thumb down against her skin as he slowly deepened the kiss. His heart was racing, his cock throbbing as she lightly lifted her hips up to meet against his bulge. He groaned against her lips, thinking of how nice it would be to feel her cunt stretching around his cock.

“S’pretty,” He spit out roughly, pulling away for just a moment to lick at her puckered lips, “You want me to lick your pussy?” He asked her pointedly as he pressed his lips against the crook of her neck, enjoying the way she shivered underneath him. She was always more sensitive on her right side. 

“Yeah,” She whined softly, still rutting her hips up against his, “I need to feel you so bad.” She mumbles as she lightly wrapped her legs around his waist. She hooked her ankles around him, keeping him in position as she tried to press against him harder. He gripped her hips with one hand, keeping her body still as he pressed her roughly against the floor. 

“Remember when we were kids,” Gator drew in softly as he breathed out warmly against the crook of her neck, “And you used to let me fuck your thighs. You always got so wet, didn’t even need anything.” He felt his own cock throbbing at the memories, feeling like he’d take anything as long as he got to feel her. 

“Long time ago,” She breathed out softly, her blue eyes filled with lust as she stared up towards him, “You always treated me so good.” She mumbled as she moved her hands up to his shoulders, giving him a desperate look of need. 

He moved his hands underneath her lower spine, holding onto her as he roughly pulled the two of them up into the air. She giggled softly, then squealed when he tossed her onto the bed. She grinned as she wiggled up towards the pillows that remained on her bed.

“You have to be quiet,” She warned him, pressing her finger against his lips as he crawled over towards her again, “You’ll get us both in trouble.” She mumbled, resting her head back against the pillow as he slowly licked up the curve of her finger.

“I’m not the loud one,” He reminded her as he got her into the position he desired. He ran his hands up and down her soft thighs, noticing the areas where her freckles ended and began again. He pressed her legs apart, pushing her knees up towards her chest as she brought her thumb up towards her lips. 

He leaned forward, spitting messily against her cunt that was glimmering with her slick. He felt his cock aching, desperately wanting to free himself and rub his tip between her pretty pink folds. He drew his hand down slowly, earning a soft hum from her as he slowly massaged his spit into her.

He teased her, rolling his spit around her clit before he finally allowed himself to touch her there. She spasmed, her body jerking underneath him as she sat up again. She had her eyebrows wrinkled together in frustration, looking like she wanted to take control of his actions.

“Please,” She begged softly, “I need to feel you.” She nodded her head as she spoke, looking like she was doing whatever she could to convince him. He slowly moved his way down onto the mattress, laying down as he cupped her thighs in his hands.

“Missed the taste of you,” He mumbled softly, closing his eyes for a brief second as he inhaled the scent of her, “Missed all of you.” He whispered even softer, not really caring if she heard that part or not. He leaned forward, taking a broad swipe as her folds as a soft cry left her lips.

He rolled the taste of her around on his tongue, stifling his own moan before he dove back in. He pressed his tongue slowly against her folds, licking them softly before he puckered his lips around them. She gasped softly, her hand resting against the back of his head as he took his time absorbing the taste of her.

He moved up to her clit next, eager to hear her moan just a little louder as he began to circle his tongue around the sensitive bud. He stared up at her, briefly meeting her eyes before she shut them in awe. He pressed his hips against the mattress, groaning as he admired the way her features wrinkled in pleasure. 

He moved back down the curve of her cunt, tracing his tongue around her fluttering hole. She slowly pressed her fingertips through his hair, lightly tugging as he slid his tongue inside of her needy cunt. 

He licked her urgently, with fervor as she pressed her hips up against him. She tasted better than anything he’d ever had before, felt even better as she slowly began to grind her pussy against his tongue. He enjoyed the feeling of her folds pressing against his top lip, the way her slick was coating the tip of his nose. 

“Gator,” She moaned softly, the sound ringing in his ears like the prettiest melody as she slowly rocked her hips up against his tongue, “Right there.” She begged softly, rolling her hips up to meet the languid movements of his tongue. 

He curled his tongue inside of her cunt, enjoying the soft velvety feeling of her walls clenching around his tongue. He slowly drew one hand up the curve of her body, squeezing one of her tits in his palm as she continued to mewl underneath him.

The further he slid his tongue inside of her, the more he buried his lips and nose against her cunt. He was rocking his own hips down against her soft sheets, groaning against her pussy as the pleasure raced up his spine. He pinched at her hardened nipple, licking urgently as she pressed her hips up closer to his face.

“Oh, oh,” She squealed softly, her thighs pressed against his ears as she squeezed her legs against his head, “Oh my.” She whined, her hips stalling as she came undone underneath him. 

It was messy. Her slick was spread across his nose and upper lip, then drenched across his chin as it dripped back onto her sheets. He ran his tongue across her wet folds again, inhaling the sweet taste of her cunt against his mouth.

“Gator,” She squirmed underneath him, messily pulling at his gelled hair as he continued to flick his tongue across her swollen clit, “Jesus. Oh God.” She prayed, her body twitching as he licked away the rest of her sweetness from her pussy. 

“You have such a dirty little mouth,” He grinned as he pulled away from her cunt, licking away her slick from the corner of his lips, “What would your daddy say?” He teased her, his cock throbbing to get some sort of action. He wanted to hear her call him daddy, to have her drooling into her pillows as he dragged his cock inside of her. 

“You’re the worst,” She gaped, her eyes falling open wide again, “Mhm, s’nice.” She giggled softly, hips fluttering as he spit into her cunt again. He gulped as he rubbed his saliva around her folds once again.

“I treat you good, don’t I?” He murmured as he pulled her up towards him. She looked at him with half lidded eyes, a dopey expression written across her features as she slowly nodded her head in agreement. 

“Mhm,” She sighed dreamily as he turned her around, pressing her back flush against his torso, “What are you doing?” She questioned him, still sounding like she was in a trance as he teased his fingers across her clit.

“Do you finger yourself?” He mumbled against her ear, dipping his tongue out slowly to lick at her earlobe. She shivered against him, her eyes fluttering shut as he slowly pushed his finger further back against her hole. He sighed at how wet she felt, how she was dripping down her thighs. 

“Sometimes,” She whispered shyly as she turned to face him, “But I already- Oh.” She sighed loudly, fluttering her eyes shut as he slowly pressed a finger inside of her. He groaned as he bit down on her shoulder and pressed his hips up against her soft flesh.

“So tight,” He mumbled as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of her stuttering walls, “You feel so nice.” He told her seriously, missing the way he’d been able to touch her before. He wanted more of this, more of her. 

“Mhm,” She hummed as she rolled her head back against his shoulder, slowly rocking her hips down onto his finger. He licked at her neck, making sure to avoid leaving any exposeable marks as he slid a second finger inside of her tight cunt, “Oh, Gator.” She breathed out roughly as she moved one arm behind his shoulder, holding him closer as she began to bounce herself on his fingers.

He pressed his lips against hers, stealing her breath from her lungs as he flicked his tongue inside of her mouth. He moved his tongue sloppily against hers as he curled his fingers deeper inside of her, searching for the spot that made her see stars. 

She pulled away to whine freely into the air, her eyebrows knitting together in pleasure as she stared up at him. He licked at his lips, breaking the trail of spit that connected their lips. He sighed deeply, rocking his hips against her soft ass.

“You’re a dirty whore,” He whispered against her lips, groaning at the way she flicked her tongue out against his mouth, “Such a filthy little slut.” He criticized, groaning at the way her lips parted out into a moan. She nodded her head urgently as she squeezed her fingertips against the curve of his neck. 

He sighed hotly against her neck, his nose brushing against her cheek as she continued to rut her hips down onto his fingers. His cock was throbbing in his jeans, aching for the sensation of her soft flesh to continue pressing back against him. 

He rocked forward against her, slowly grinding his hard cock against her ass. She cried out, rocking herself backwards even harder as her walls clamped down around his fingers. He bit down on her shoulder again, feeling his eyes roll back as he released into his jeans.

“My God,” She whined, her thighs shaking as she came for the second time, “Jesus, Gator.” She whimpered, pushing back against his fingers harshly as her slick dripped down his digits. He huffed loudly against her skin, pressing his hips forward one last time as his cock crooned with want.

“Fuck,” He groaned as he kissed up the curve of her neck, keeping his fingers in place as he slowly scissored them against her walls, “You’re such a bad girl.” He teased her softly, keeping eye contact with her as he slowly removed his messy fingers and brought them up to his lips.

She exhaled, her eyes still wide as she stared at the way he licked his fingers clean. He savored the taste of her, once again fearing that this could be the last time he tasted her. He was like an addict and she was his favorite high. He couldn’t stay away from her, no matter how things had grown between them. 

“Let me help you,” She giggled as she moved away, giving him a soft push as he dramatically fell against the pillows. She giggled tugging at his belt as he sheepishly gripped her wrists, “What?” She knitted her eyebrows together, looking at him confused.

“You already did,” He replied, feeling his cheeks burning a little bit as he gestured towards the now noticeable spot on his jeans, “Got a little excited.” He mumbled, pushing his hand through his hair to fix the messy strands.

“Oh?” She giggled as she settled between his legs, grinning as she twisted her ankles together in the air, “What are you, twelve?” She teased him as she slowly undid his zipper. He mumbled underneath his breath, feeling like that was a bit of an unfair comparison. 

His breath caught in his throat, his mind growing fuzzy as she slowly pulled his soft cock from his boxers. He was still far too sensitive to get hard again so soon, but wished that he could as she slowly licked his spunk from her boxers. 

“Dirty bitch,” He grinned, enjoying the lustful look that filled her eyes again, “Just can’t get enough of me, can ya?” He smirked, shivering as she continued to lick his mess away. She slowly pushed his cock back inside of his boxers, grinning as she crawled up towards him.

She shuffled along the pillows, curling up onto his side as if she fit into place perfectly against him. He traced his eyes over her soft features, hoping that she wouldn’t kick him out right away. 

“There’s some green in your eyes,” She mused softly as she sat up a smidge, “Just a little bit. You have pretty eyes.” She complimented him dreamily as she traced her finger across his cheekbone. 

“You’re the one with the blue ones,” He laughed softly as he wrinkled his eyebrows together, “They’re a much nicer color.” He told her seriously, feeling like hers looked like the prettiest sapphires. 

“No,” She disagreed quickly, “Yours are warm. Kind of like home.” She replied softly, giving him a new sense of hope. 

#Gator Tillman #Gator Tillman smut #gator tillman fic #Gator Tillman x Fem!OC #Gator Tillman x oc #Gator x Daphne #Every Little Thing #fargo season 5

[heretherebedork]

I love starting with this shot. Through a fishtank, watching them as they can't even look at each other, watching Asuka stare at Shu who stares at the fish and knowing that they share love and share a want for more and wondering if they can manage to finally say the words they share or if they're still trapped in their own fears and their own minds.

I do appreciate that Asuka speaks first because we know how much he's been hurting and how confused he is by everything going on. And he asks before Shu has even turned to look at him, he asks staring at the back of his head and desperate. They're both desperate but they both struggle so much expressing themselves.

Finally

Communication has finally opened! Thank you, Shu. Thank you. He finally says what he saw and he listens after. I really do love that the doubt is easily dispelled.

I love this tiny confused boy so much y'all. Asuka went out of his way to help a friend and never thought that helping her would be the thing that ended up hurting him. And yet here we are, here we are and he is aching.

And this is why I love Shu so much as well. Shu wants the explanation. He wants to know. He wants to understand. He's afraid of understanding, yes, but he needs to know.

I also love how he just can't sit still. But this is also about how Shu and Asuka need each other to work on their communication. They struggle alone but, together, they can do this.

(We know the explanation and we know it makes perfect sense and we know it's true but Asuka didn't know the problem and Shu didn't know what was happening and this finally opened up space between them that has been empty for a long time.)

Asuka has never even contemplated that idea that Shu could really, actually love him. He's never considered that an option. The idea of Shu being jealous never crossed his mind. Why would it? Shu has never expressed love in a way that Asuka would recognize. He's always the one to push that Asuka said he would be happy at his side, to pull away from affection, to push their own space and that Asuka needs to earn any chance to even just do something with him.

Asuka had accepted this queerplatonic relationship as a replacement for the romantic one he desired and he is suddenly faced with the idea that maybe, maybe, he could have what he's always wanted.

Shu, darling, we all love you and we understand but Asuka has loved you for a very, very long time.

Asuka so excited by the idea that Shu was actually thinking about him, actually jealous of anything, that he forgets to explain what he was doing in his eagerness to chase down Shu and get an answer is just... perfect.

Asuka acts without thinking. He leaps in, feet first, and he acts the moment he can and when he can and when he gets excited nothing else matters. He is the embodiment of puppy energy.

Shu, finding out the truth: Oh, I was worried about that? What was I worried about again?

Everyone but Shu knew this. Literally. Every single person knew this. And, honestly, Asuka has confessed to Shu several times but it's understandable because Shu experiencing jealousy for the first time and realizing his own love for Asuka absolutely blindsided him. It took him out entirely and left him mostly unthinking.

But this is also just the sweetest little confession. I love how earnest Asuka is and how much he cares about Shu and how much love he just wants to pour into him given a chance. Asuka wants to love Shu even without love in return and to be able to love him with a chance at something in return? More than he ever dreamed.

I really, really love that Shu believes Asuka. I love that this miscommunication is easily solved and that all it takes is a question and the truth and there's no fight or disbelieve. It's as simple as telling the truth and being understood.

Shu is so unused to the idea of loving someone, of the concept itself, and yet here he is. Falling in love. And realizing that what Asuka feels for him makes him happy. And Asuka just melts for him.

A hug! An actual hug! Oh, it's good. Shu might ask him to stop but he also stops trying to push him away quickly enough. I love that for them. They're discovering what it means to love each other and what it means to share love with each other. This is their journey. It isn't about coming out or about exploring the societal pressures. It's about coming to terms with changing your own views of love and what it means to you and what it means in a relationship and discovering what love is.

Asuka has loved Shu for a long time but Shu is just discovering that he can love romantically and that's what their relationship is about. It's about changing and discovering that you can change and realizing that love can mean many different things but also realizing how important it is to share when you discover it.

#minato shouji coin laundry 2 #minato coin laundry 2 #minato's laundromat 2 #minato's coin laundry 2 #bl drama #bl series #asianlgbtqdramas #asian lgbtq dramas #jdrama #japanese bl #jbl #bl jdrama #jdrama bl #japanese bl drama #japanese bl series #asuka x shu #shu x asuka #asuka x hiiragi #shu x hanabusa #hanabusa x shu #hiiragi x asuka

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.58 Still scared

I appreciated her asking, but the question blindsided me and I hesitated to answer. The issues that still haunted me were mine to work through, and I didn't want to burden her with them. The last thing I wanted to do was make her feel even the slightest bit of regret. But I couldn't lie to her and say everything was fine. No matter what I wanted or how I presented it, this burden would always inevitably end up at her feet. She had always handled me and my hesitations with grace, but I wished she didn't have to handle them at all.

"I'm going to be honest with you," I said, "but I don't want you to take it personally and think you did something wrong, okay?"

"Of course. Okay."

I inhaled deeply and bared my soul.

"Being here with you gives me so much joy. I am where I want to be. These feelings I have for you...I've been trapped inside myself with them for a while. You forced me to reckon with them in a way that both scared me and freed me. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't have concerns."

She nodded slowly, and I feared she still took offense despite my warning.

"You think this is a mistake?" she asked.

"No! Being with you is one of the best decisions I ever made, however scary and unexpected it was. But..."

I had shared many things about my life with Sophia, but I glossed over the painful parts in favor of keeping the mood light and not wanting her to feel sorry for me or whatever women did with men's drama. But I couldn't keep her in the dark forever.

"The thing is," I continued, "My parents are divorced. You know that. What you don't know is how it affected me. I didn't find out why they broke until I was well into my teenage days. I lived nearly my entire childhood wondering what happened and confused about why we couldn't be a family anymore, especially when my parents seemed to get along."

"My mom cheated on my dad for literally no reason. She was in love with another man their entire relationship, even though she said she didn't realize she had feelings for him until right before she cheated. But anyway...I was so devastated by that. Like, I just couldn't picture it. My mom? She was so perfect and magical to me. I just couldn't imagine her hurting my dad like that...hurting me like that..."

"And to be so flippant about it? Who decides to destroy their family like that??"

My face started getting hot, and I couldn't lose my cool, so I took a moment to calm down before continuing my sordid tale.

"Ever since then, bits of information about their relationship and past lives keep coming out here and there, and every time I think it can't get worse, it does. I feel like if this can happen to two people who were very happy and in love, what hope is there for me? I have zero reassurance that I can be happy with someone for the rest of my life."

I took another moment to breathe and reflect on everything I blurted out. If I didn't have Sophia and hadn't committed to being brave, I think my words could have hardened my heart. But I continued.

"My parents started dating, moved in together, and got married within a matter of days. One thing my dad said he would do differently was date longer. We've known each other way longer than my parents did, and even though it feels like we rushed into living together, I know that's not really the case. But I can't deny how familiar this feels. On one hand, I feel like we have a solid foundation and are well on our way to a long, fulfilling life together. But on the other hand, I feel like we're following in my parents' footsteps and are perfectly primed for repeating their mistakes."

"Wow," she said. "You never really told me about their situation. I figured it was just one of those things you didn't like talking about. I had no idea it was that bad."

"Now you understand why it took me so long to ask you out. I wanted to call you so badly immediately after getting home from Mt. Komorebi, but...I just couldn't. This fear paralyzed me. I only recently decided to work toward fighting against it."

"I understand, Luca. Trust me," she said with a little extra something in her voice.

I turned back toward her with my eyebrow raised, but she turned away from me.

"I am all too familiar with what you're going through," she said.

"Yeah?"

She nodded.

"Let's just say...I've been where your dad is..."

The anger that attempted to arise in me earlier returned, and I wanted to know names and addresses. What kind of idiot cheats on a sweet angel like Sophia??

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"Yeah, thanks. I've had a lot of time to get over that, but like you, there are certain things I haven't been able to shake. And also like you, I'm working to grow past them. I asked you to live here because I know you're the man for me, and I am the woman for you. I love you, and I want you around. But...there is a tiny voice inside that tells me I need to keep you close so I can watch out for threats. I ignore it because I trust you, but it doesn't go away completely. So...yeah. I know what you're going through."

I completely missed the last part of what she said because my hearted pounded in my chest so loud I couldn't hear a thing when she admitted she loved me. SHE LOVED ME?!! The weight of her admission pressed down on me, filling me with a mix of exhilaration and terror. I wanted to reach out and hold her, to tell her how I felt and say it back, but the fear held me captive. I could share many things with Sophia with ease, but when it came down to exposing the deepest depths of my heart, I freaked out. The words got stuck in a huge knot in my throat. I swallowed a few times, trying to stuff down the fear that tried to choke me, but it prevailed.

"I...I want to say it back. I'm trying to... In my heart, I know that's what I feel, but..."

I longed for the words she deserved to hear to flow effortlessly from my lips, and it pained me to admit I wasn't ready. It hurt so bad I could feel the pressure of tears building up behind my eyes. But I couldn't cry in front of her. Not over this, especially after everything I'd just confessed to her. But she grabbed my hands and caressed them, giving me hope that one day I'd be okay enough to tell her exactly how valued she was.

"Hey...it's okay, Luca. Don't beat yourself up. I said it because I was ready, not because I wanted to hear you say it back. We don't have to be ready at the same time. I agreed with what you said about us rushing. It was a long time coming, but it was sudden no matter how you look at it. You need time to adjust, which was why I asked the question in the first place. Don't rush the process on account of me. When you're ready, you'll say it."

I don't know what I did to make the Watcher deem me worthy of such a woman, but I was eternally grateful.

"I'm glad you understand. You're a real gem and I..."

I tried to ignore her and force myself to say it, but it still wouldn't come out. Instead, I said, "I care about you deeper than I've ever cared about anyone."

She smiled.

"I will take that and cherish it."

Need to catch up? See what you missed or start reading here!

When I moved in Luca, I checked her relationships, whims, etc. to see what I'd be working with. She had the fear of being cheated on! We're still getting to know her, but what do you think?

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #sophia aguilar

[mayasaura]

Here to share your confusion about John & the RBs because I too am Puzzled! He says he 'acted' scared but he can't actually be killed, but the he turns around in NtN and says 'we were on the clock for the resurrection beasts' as a reason for? lying about the lyctor process? locking alecto in the tomb? both? and it's all clear as mud. I'm still trying to understand if the RBs are attracted to the lyctors or just to John (he implies the first one but... liar) and what even would happen if they caught up to him. I figure John is part RB himself but that doesn't make it any clearer *massive shrug* can't trust anything he says. Why even lie!

Anyway. Glad to know I'm not the only one extremely confused by this.

Yeah! There is so much missing or conflicting information around John and the Resurrection Beasts. What do they want? Why is John keyed up about them if they can't kill him? What can they do to him?

Looking at the exchange where he dismisses them as a threat, I think not being afraid of the RBs might be the lie by implication:

Augustine pressed his lips together; that was it. God said, “It was a lovely bit of work on Mercymorn’s part. She must have been training for thousands of years, to bring that off. But I didn’t get to where I am by being able to die, you know?” The Lyctor said, “The Resurrection Beasts—” “Can’t kill me.” “You acted afraid—” “Acted is operative. But this is not an FAQ. Let’s get a move on. Gideon,” he said.

He's avoiding talking about it. He's just been blindsided by a murder attempt from one of his oldest friends, he's putting on a show of not caring about something we know is going to send him into a manic depression spiral later, and he's about to puff himself up like an angry bird, demanding oaths of loyalty from everyone present (except his kid). He feels threatened, and instead of using the opening to rub in just how invincible he is, he brusquely changes the topic away from the RBs. That suggests to me he is afraid of them, just not of being killed by them. So what are you afraid of, John?

“You don’t get your power from Dominicus,” said Augustine. “It gets its power from you. There’s no exchange involved, no symbiosis. You draw nothing from the system. It relies on you entirely, as we all know. You’re God, John. But—as the Edenites are fond of pointing out—you were once a man. So whither that transition? Where does your power come from? Even if the Resurrection had been the greatest thanergy bloom ever triggered, it would drain away over time. And then Mercy said to me—in a moment of true Mercy vileness—she said, What is God afraid of?”

He's afraid of Alecto. He's afraid of her waking up, and by extension he's afraid of losing control over his system and his power. He's afraid of ever being powerless again, of being reliant on anyone who might be able to fail or abuse him. But it can't be that he's afraid of the Resurrection Beasts waking Alecto, because she wasn't entombed yet when he knew he was "on the clock" for them eventually turning up. So what is he afraid of? What can the Resurrection Beasts do?

Hm. Well, we found out two very important things in Nona: They can talk. And they consider Alecto to be one of them.

The Captain opened her mouth and said, “Get him. Get him. Get him. He flees.” “I can’t,” said Nona. “I can’t do anything. I don’t want to do anything.”

“Do you love?” said the Captain’s mouth. Nona struggled. “Yes—no—yes,” she said, then: “I don’t know what it means. I say it, and I don’t know what it means … Did I ever know what it meant?” “Green thing,” said the Captain. “Green-and-breathing thing, big ghost, the drinker, transformed, what will you eat now? Where will your body go? What did he do to you, to make you this way? You eat yourself. I gorge on unliving marrow.”

He's afraid of losing Alecto, so maybe he's afraid of the Resurrection Beasts turning her against him. He's afraid of her being able to speak to others of her kind, her kin, who might understand her in a way he can never hope to. Who might be able to make her understand what he's done.

And he may be right to be afraid.

Nona lay on her back atop the stretched canvas, and Nona’s mouth said— “Just wait. Just help me … help me do this. I might be different … soon.”

#well that was a fun romp through the string board thank you!! #I had no idea where I was going with this when I started but as I gathered the bits and pieces and rotated them in my mind.... #now I have a theory #nona the ninth #ntn spoilers #tlt meta #the locked tomb #emperor john gaius #resurrection beasts #alecto the first

[bts-hyperfixation]

Kinktober day 2

Seokjin - Oppa

Gratuitous over use of oppa, public sex,

"Good Afternoon Seokjin Oppa." You bow slightly as the idol walks through the door. Politely he tilts his head back at you and carries on into the room to sit in his makeup chair ready for the evening. You think little of the interaction and continue on with your day. 

"Seokjin-oppa, here is your water and towel, can I get you anything else?"

 Again he smiles politely, shaking his head signalling your dismissal. You scurry from the room on to your next task, again not giving the moment a second thought.  

Just as you are about to leave the big hit building you run into the man once more, he holds the elevator door as he sees you approaching, you slide through and he lets it go with a small nod in your direction. 

"Thank you Oppa." You say, choosing a very uninteresting spot on the wall to focus on while the two of you are alone. He groans and reaches out to press the emergency stop button on the wall. Your stomach twists a little but you try to remain calm. 

"Y/N-ie, we need to talk about you calling me Oppa..." He leans against the mirrored wall behind him and stares at you. 

Your face flushes at being called out for using such a familiar term with someone so much your societal superior. "I apologise for being so informal Seokjin-si, Namjoon-oppa told me I could familiarise myself with you, I have overstepped please accept my apology." You start to bow deeply, desperately hoping to keep your job, but Jin catches your arm keeping you upright. 

"AISH, I'm going to hurt him." He sighs. "Y/N it's okay, you're not disrespecting me, I just prefer people not refer to me as their oppa is all."

"Oh okay..." It's an odd request, most men revel in the honorific, enjoying the respect behind the word. You stand in silence for a moment before realising Jin hadn't restarted the elevator. "Seokjin-op... Seokjin-si, why are we still in a stalled lift?" He glances at you and then glances back at the control panel.

"Right... Yeah." He presses the big red button again but nothing happens. He pushes it three more times to no avail, quickly becoming agitated. "I think I got us stuck," He admits sheepishly. 

You take your turn pressing the button, unsurprised when your predicament doesn't resolve itself.

 "Do you have a phone? Jungkook stole mine when his battery died."

"I think it's in my handbag behind the security desk, employees aren't allowed our phones near the idols." You reply, shrugging before sitting on the floor, resolved to be there for a while. You watch as Jin considers his limited options before conceding and joining you. You focus back on your uninteresting spot, eyes occasionally wandering back to Seokjin's perfect features. 

You sit in silence for 15 minutes, twiddling with your fingers as you awkwardly try to think of a conversation to have. Any topic would do but your brain is struggling to come up with a single word in any language. Judging by the way Jin is biting his lips, that you are definitely not staring at, he is facing the same conundrum.

"Why can't I call you Oppa?" You've blurted it out before you can think through the disrespect the question could carry. If someone doesn't want you to address them informally that's their business.

"Ah well... that's a bit... It's not just you. Actually right now it might just be you." he says.

Your brow furrows, you try to remember a time where you had perhaps offended the man in some way but you come up empty.

 "That sounds bad, I don't mean it in a bad way. You're just… aish this shouldn't be so hard. You're just really pretty and I find it hard to focus when you call me oppa." 

Jin stares into your eyes as you digest the information you've been given, completely blindsided by the revelation that the world’s most beautiful idol thinks you are beautiful.

"Surely it can't be that hard to get over me calling you oppa?" You tilt your head, genuinely confused. He looks away from you and just groans again.

"There isn't a way for me to tell you why you can't call me oppa without you suing me and Bighit for some kind of sexual harassment." He says. 

Seokjin pulls his knees into his chest and looks down, tugging at his hair. Still you are a little confused. It seems absurd that one word could cause that much trouble. As the idol unfurls himself to look at you again it finally registers why the man is so embarrassed. The growing bulge in his jeans tells you the full story. You hadn't meant to look, it just drew your attention like a magnet. You release a soft 'oh' unable to look away.

"Y/N I'm going to need you to stop looking. I can't afford the scandal that will occur if you don't." Obediently you peel your gaze away and meet his eyes. 

"Yes... Oppa..." His lips are on yours before you fully finish the syllable. 

"Tell me to stop, right now, tell me to stop." He whispers against your lips. He looks pained when you refuse to answer. "If you don't tell me to stop, I'm not going to, and that's going to put both our careers at risk.” 

You pull away and really think about it. Throwing away everything you've worked for, just for one elicit kiss with a celebrity before he inevitably moves on to the next best thing. On the other hand, you were making out with World Wide Handsome, an opportunity that will only come once in this lifetime.

"Kiss me Oppa, ruin me." You lean back in and claim his lips as yours. He wastes no time dragging you on to his lap, your skirt uniform doing nothing to protect your soaking panties from rubbing against his fly. You grind down to feel the friction against your clit, not really thinking of the ramifications, not really caring. 

"Y/N-ah," Jin keens in your ear. "Can I? Can I fuck you?" He lifts his hips up to meet your motions. 

"Please." You whimper, leaning your head into the crook of his shoulder.

"Please who?"

"Please Oppa, I want you to take me. Oppa fuck me please." 

You nibble at his neck as a hand snakes between your thighs. You rise onto your knees to allow him the room to manoeuvre himself. He drags delicately against the damp seam in your underwear before undoing the zip on his jeans. With only a little struggle, he frees himself from the denim and pulls aside your panties so you can feel the size of him against your bare skin. 

"Do you think it'll fit with no warm up baby?" 

"I can take it Oppa." you say, assuring him.

Sitting up properly, you meet his eyes, he needs no further permission, lining himself up for you to sink down on to him. You take it slowly at first, taking your time with the first inch, watching the way his eyes closed and mouth fell open. The second inch went in just as easily.  Jin reaches out to help steady you, a hand on each hip keeping you firmly in place, also preventing you from coming back up. You dropped down quicker for the next couple of inches, desperate to get him fully buried in you. What you hadn't really anticipated was reaching inch 5 and still having further to go. Apparently, the bulge you'd noticed earlier had been soft. 

He pushes at your hip as you arch your back to try and accommodate the excess you had not anticipated. Finally, you are seated fully back in his lap again, wriggling experimentally and groaning at the stretch when you try to get comfortable. He thrusts a little underneath you, struggling to keep still with the temptation of you hovering above him. He decides to preoccupy himself with the sliver of collarbone he can see poking above your uniform. 

He sucks aggressively at the previously blemish-free skin, his goal of marring his canvas perfectly clear. He bites down until little purple marks begin to appear in place of his teeth. Slowly you begin to lift yourself from his lap before dropping yourself back into his lap. Each lift gets quicker as you set a pace that you're comfortable with, Jin meets you midway each time, too impatient to wait for you to come all the way back down to him. 

"Say it again baby."

"Oppa, fuck me oppa." You moan into his ear, trying to keep as quiet as possible, the thought of someone catching you in the elevator now was nothing short of disastrous. As your legs start to give out you rock back and forth, spurred on by his increasingly sloppy thrusts beneath you. 

"Y/N I'm going to cum, shit, I've got nowhere to cum." He bites down hard on your shoulder as he tries to stop himself, but you just grind harder.

"I'm on the pill Oppa, just cum." Seokjin knows better than to trust some random girl he barely knows, but with you he can't help it. He pulls you close so you're forced to keep still and he thrusts as deep as he possibly can as he releases inside of you. He holds you close long after he has finished, and you just let him cling to you, regardless of the uncomfortable mess that was now dripping from between your legs onto Jin's jeans.

"We should move Oppa, what if someone comes to rescue us?" You ask, trying to wriggle from his grip.

"Unless you want round two I would suggest not calling me Oppa Y/N." He groans, but allows you to get up, you move your underwear swiftly back into place and cross your legs to prevent making a mess. 

"And what if I want a round two... Oppa?" Jin stands to make his way to you on the opposite side of the lift, with the clear intention to make you regret ever taunting him. Just as his arms cage you against the wall, the elevator springs back to life and the idol is forced away from you in case the doors swing open. 

You finish the ride in silence, reaching the ground floor quickly. You get a few odd looks as the two of you exit but no one seems suspicious. 

"Good night Y/N si." Jin bows as he heads for the parking lot doors.

"Goodnight Seokjin-Oppa," you call heading for the main entrance.

Masterlist

#bts fic #bts smut #kpop smut #bts imagines #kpop fic #seokjin smut #seokjin scenarios #seokjin fic #jin you #jin smut #jin fic #jin reader #kinktober #kinktober 22

[introvertedlass]

Every time I come on here I see blogs fighting about a wedding and engagement lol.

You are one of the most level-headed blogs on here so I thought maybe you'd appreciate this. If you don't, totally okay as well.

I've been pretty convinced of whose behind the "not so" recent engagement/dating rumors but I'm also suspicious of one of the earliest DM Anons that started talking about them dating back in like Jan-Feb 2022. I hope someone somewhere has the SS of the DM who said, "Can confirm CE/AB have been dating for OVER A YEAR." I don't remember the exact phrasing, but they used the exact over a year term, back in Jan 2022. If my memory serves correct, this same anon alluded to AB's circle knowing about it bc it being known in PT.

Like 10 months later, the People mag announcement drops and literally uses the phrase "over a year." Except, This was like 10 months later, so over a year from Jan 2022, according to the DM anon, would mean they met back in like early 2021 or earlier (2020??) which would be virtually impossible due to Covid restrictions and the fact that there's concrete Justin/AB IG proof that she was entertaining Lucas Bravo during late 2020-2021. However, this DOES potentially support the theory that the earliest DM anon was pushing a narrative for AB/CE to go public maybe spring 2022 (like some ppl theorized, due to AB's Paris movie/WN supposed to be dropping earlier). That people announcement also steered 1000% in AB's favor. Yes, it's CE's teams go to mag, but the majority of the article was singing AB's (limited praises), saying she was some type of humanitarian and can speak so many languages, and all of his fam/friends adore her. All they wrote about CE was that he was the SMA (lol). It felt very much like we're doing this for you, AB - so you get the spotlight. And yes, her show dropped that same day.

I'm sorry...but this never really sat right with me. Her debut 1000% took away from CE's SMA announcement, and the fans went berserk and the GP was also pretty blindsided. Nobody was really happy about it but just confused and the fans were melting down and angry. The only person who really benefited from all this was AB, who - at the time, seemed pretty happy about all the new attention and followers she was getting.

Something somewhere went wrong to cause her to post her shower nightmare. But since then, the "engagement" rumors started to make traction - first, from the dumb Pantene twitter, and later, making its way to the lame radar online gossip rag. The radar online article ending with, "we have reached out to CE's reps and awaiting a comment or response." Interesting that nobody needed to ask AB's rep, just CE's. Either she's that irrelevant even to third rate tabloids, or...you know the rest. Every single time, the engagement rumors push "AB is so amazing, CE is so in love, all of his fam/friend adore her, she's so modest and private, but he wants to go big for her".

PT/Brazil tabloids keep pushing the narrative, and more and more ppl are supposedly confirming, including Justin's Dad? (LOL)

All people have to do is look at who is continuously benefiting from these rumors. Even if every single one of AB's family members and ppl she went to grammar school with "confirm" the wedding to tabloids, I'm still not buying it. Mostly because AB may literally be the dumbest human on the planet if she STILL thinks that getting every single person on her turf confirming/trolling on behalf of her, doesn't make her just as guilty. Girl...you saying nothing and pretending you don't care and don't troll, but your cousin's sister's fiancé's best friend talks to tabloids confirming your marriage...who do you think all of this will trace back to? (Why would CE's team need to ask your grandma's hairdresser to spill deets to a tabloid? They could literally just go to TMZ themselves LOL bc of his status in HW)

It's completely valid for team real to believe they are getting married. By all "appearances," it makes more sense they would be than not, simply bc they made the relationship public and their names are attached to each other, and neither has denied the rumors. So team real does have ammo, and the Queen blog believing their source doesn't make them liars, it just makes their source convincing enough for them to believe them.

But what I need people to remember is that there's one person who's benefiting from these engagement rumors and it's not CE. His family/friends have virtually gone into hiding to avoid having to be harassed every time more rumors pop up. His fanbase is the one threatening to drop him if he gets married to her. AB's fanbase doesn't seem to care, and if she married him, it wouldn't be bad for her career or image, it would only serve her good. It's pretty darn easy to figure out who's most likely pushing the rumors and continuously in the most roundabout and manipulative ways. Whose relevancy will completely fall back into obscurity if the rumors don't end up being true? Whose name has benefited from these rumors since late 2021, and now has ppl outside of PT talking about them, simply bc they "got into a relationship?"

Thank you for sharing this detailed ask. You bring up a lot of valid points that explain what many of us having been thinking since the start of this show. And, tbh there have been times where I can see why people could see this as real. Not judging them, people believe what they believe- me included. However there have been so many anomalies for me that it is impossible to believe that this is anything but a manufactured show. I appreciate you writing this in such a concise manner as it has reaffirmed my thinking. 🙂

#chris evans #pr nightmare