#yes I did get distracted by these thoughts and made a tumblr post in the middle of my college work

[lexluvsmegs]

Destress…

[Nanami Kento x fem!reader]

Synopsis ౨ৎ - Nanami, your loving husband, comes home after a long day of work. He seems tense, so what better way to help him destress than a nice massage from his wife? But what happens if that massage leads to more..

Warnings ౨ৎ - smut ⭒ PinV (unprotected) ⭒ dry humping ⭒ riding ⭒ nanami is so hopelessly in love with you ⭒ kinda soft ⭒ very brief breeding kink ⭒ nipple sucking (f receiving)

Note ౨ৎ - Hi everyone! This is my first post on tumblr, hope everyone enjoys ೃ⁀➷

Word count ౨ৎ - 1348

(18+ please if you’re a minor do not interact!)

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Nanami was a hard worker. Anyone who knew him could tell you. So it was no surprise when one fateful day, your dear husband Nanami stumbled through the threshold to your sweet home still carrying the weight of work on his shoulders.

You could tell it had been a rough day at work as he could only muster a small smile thrown in your direction after you’d ran to the door to greet him. His shoulders were tense as he removed his coat and hung it on the hook next to your own. “Hi nami” you decided to finally break the silence. Locking his steely eyes on to your pyjama clad figure - you weren’t wearing anything too flashy, just a night gown - however, Nanami thought you looked like a goddess sent from above just for him. His pretty girl.

“Hi sweetheart” Nanami replied softly coming to wrap his big hands around your hips, his thumb rubbing small circles in to the plush of your skin. “How was work? ‘Missed you” you whisper back, the close proximity fogging your brain. Yes, Nanami was your husband. Yes, he still made you feel breathless in his presence. How could you not? “The usual. Exhausting.” He obviously wasn’t in the mood to talk about it. Nanami rolled his shoulders slightly and you could hear a few pops as he did so. You start to slowly help him undo his tie and ponder a way to help him destress after his long shift. After all, he works so hard to keep you happy, it’s the least you could do.

“Kento?” You say as you can see the physical discomfort he’s enduring, “can I give you a massage?” It’s barely audible. You don’t know why you’re so nervous. He’s your husband for Gods sakes. But you still feel yourself shift under his gaze. “Please” it’s short and sweet but you can see his love for you shine. You intertwine his hand with your own and lead him to your shared bedroom and ask him to take off his shirt and lay on his front. Nanami follows your instructions blindly and soon finds himself splayed out on your bed with you residing on his lower back with your legs on either side of his muscular build.

You run your hands down his back watching his shoulders immediately relax with your touch. “Where does it hurt?” Your angelic voice rings in his ears as he gives a reply. You soon get to work, pushing your thumbs into all the knots along his back and paying special attention to his shoulders. The groans coming from nanami are heavenly. You’re almost distracted from the task at hand, preferring to focus on the sounds coming from your lover. “Fuck, right there” you almost choke at his language. Arousal is pooling in your panties as you try to get back to the massage but nanami is relentless. Throwing borderline sexual comments out into the air. This causes you to shift your position, trying to get any form of relief, hoping Nanami hasn’t notice your massaging abilities getting less and less. However, you should know better.

Nanami has been well aware since the first grunt he let out. Maybe, just maybe, he did it on purpose. You can’t blame him for wanting to get his pretty wife all worked up. He’s been dying to get home to you, to feel your soft skin against his but he finds himself greedy. He wants to feel more of you. Be as close as possible, inside and out. Nanami can feel you subtly grinding yourself on his lower back, you’re desperate and the stifled whines coming from above are causing his restraint to wear thin. “You enjoying yourself, love?” He calls out. You immediately stop your movement, embarrassed you got caught. “I-“ you start to sputter out an excuse but are cut off by Nanami turning over. You find yourself sat on his lap and gasp, his half hard cock pushing up and giving you the pressure you desired.

“You feel what you do to me sweet girl?” Lust infiltrates his voice as he sits up against the headboard of your shared bed, his cock now fully erect. His words have you in a trance. You mindlessly regain your grinding movement, this time more open with the sounds you make. Nanami grunts and grabs onto your hips attempting to ground himself. You drive him crazy. You both lean in to meet in the middle with a hungry kiss filled with passion, your tongues exploring each others mouths in detail. Only breaking for a gasp of air. It’s oh so messy but that’s how you both like it.“Please Ken..” you whisper into his lips. “My needy girl” he laughs to himself. “What is it you want? Huh? Gotta use your words pretty” he’s teasing. However, you find yourself to be too far gone to care about anything other than kento. “Let me- let me ride you.. please Kento” you all but beg, face stuffed in the crook of his neck as you desperately hump him.

“Good girl” he lets out in a breath as he breaks apart from you to take off his work trousers and boxers leaving him bare. You also scramble to remove your items of clothing to match his nude self. You settle back on his lap, hands resting on his broad shoulders as you slide your wet cunt over his cock, coating him fully. His tip catches your entrance and causes a gasp from both parties as you lock each other in yet another searing kiss. You slowly grab the base of Kentos cock - never quite used to the sheer length or girth of it - and line it up with your entrance. Slowly, you slide down, moaning into the other’s mouth while nanami whispers nothing but praises. “Fuck, taking me so well” he all but growled out. After what seems like ages, you finally reach the bottom of Nanami’s dick and slowly raise yourself as you begin to sway and bounce your hips, creating the perfect amount of pleasure.

Nanami breaks off from your lips and dips his head to the swell of your breasts, catching one nipple between his teeth nibbling and sucking the sensitive bud causing moans and gasps to flow from your mouth. “Ah! Kento, fuck” you can barely think straight as you grab onto Nanami’s hair as leverage giving it a gentle tug causing him to whine into your breasts as he moves from one nipple to the other.

Your legs are burning and your mind is hazy. All you can register is how good it all feels and kento’s chants of ‘good girl’s and ‘I love you’s. Nanami leaves your soft mounds and shoves his face into your neck, leaving wet kisses and marks in his trail. Everything is too much as you feel yourself reaching your high. “K-kento I’m close” you choke out in a sob. His hands grab your hips and slam you down on his length forcing you to take him all. Seeing you on top of him is making him feral. He’s never thought you looked so beautiful as you do now crying on his cock. “Fuck, same baby. I’m so close. ‘Feel so good around me” his dirty words feed your pleasure. “P-please cum in me!”it only takes a few moments for you to be spasming around Nanami’s cock. He soon follows with a loud grunt and his warm cum spurting inside you, painting your walls white.

You sit with him still inside you for some time after. Both coming down from your highs and basking in each others presence. “Let’s get you cleaned up sweetheart, did so well f’me” he finally says as he picks you up and brings you to the bathroom, running you a nice hot bath.

All you can think in these soft moments is how on earth you managed to get so lucky with a man like nanami. “I love you nami” you whisper. “I love you too, my precious girl”

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[deedadobee]

Feathered Inconvenience (a tumblr x twitter fanfic)

i lost a bet, have at it kiddos!! posting chapter 2 when this hits 5K :]

~ chapter 1

Escaping to a forest after a midlife crisis wasn’t what Tumblr had on his to-do list, especially not after flunking his presentation. It’s not like his presentations were bad, they were excellent, he detailed what his company asked for and brought in ideas that filled their blanks. Another note, having his rival, Twitter, taking a trip away from the office made it easy for him to excel and succeed, it was all going perfectly. So, what was the issue?

Simple, he was bored, and it felt like shit. He loved his job, but it was getting boring, with the same circulation of events but in different fonts and colors. He needed inspiration, something that would bring fascination back into his vision. Tumblr’s back slid against a huge tree, speckles of light shining through the leaves and branches. He closed his eyes and begged his mind to be quiet.

“Maybe I just need to change the office theme again.” Tumblr told himself, crossing his arms while deep in thought.

The suited gent shook his head, rejecting his own idea and kept thinking. He always knew what to do, what to make out of an issue. He was great, that’s why some higher ups favored him. It was also the reason he stuck around for such a long time too. Tumblr loved his job, but this, being stuck due to the lack of anyone qualified to be in his place, is slowly crushing him.

Tumblr’s chest rose as he took a deep breath in. He needed an escape. No, he needed to stay. No, he needed…

What did he need?

Tumblr, with his head hanging in defeat, pushed himself off of the tree, squinting his eyes as he stepped away from the shade. He’s just going to go back to his apartment, and take a day off to really get himself far away from this rut. But a small noise stopped him in his tracks.

A bird chirped to itself on the ground, one of its wings appearing to be hurt. Tumblr simply tilted his head and walked to the feathered guy. He was a tall shadow to the bird, so it was normal of the bird to try and scramble away. Tumblr crouched down, and lent his arm out with his hand open, inviting the bird to just hop on.

“Not gonna hurt you, I promise.” Tumblr said calmly, a tinge of a tired smile appears. The man must’ve been really weary, because the bird really seemed to be considering his help.

After careful consideration, the bird hopped onto the palm of Tumblr’s hand, and flattened in a relaxed way. Tumblr hummed and stood back up, a hand hovering over the bird in case the sun was too bright for it.

“What’s wrong with your wings, lil guy?” Tumblr asked while slowly inspecting. He didn’t really expect a bird to understand or reply but it did; the bird’s beak pointed at its wing, crooked, ouch. While checking for any more injuries, Tumblr noticed the mud and leaves covering the bird’s exquisite light blue feathers. He admired it and smiled to himself. Blue was his favorite color, unironically.

“Good thing I caught you before any firefoxes did, huh?” Tumblr chuckled, as the bird shivered at the fact it could have already been eaten up.

Without any introductions or directions, Tumblr walked out of the forest, not only with a temporary distraction, but also a feathery friend. Yes, it wasn't the best answer to his crisis, but it was something to get his mind off of it. Maybe after helping this bird, his mind would clear up.

Unbeknownst to him, there was a group of people looking for the very thing he was determined to take care of.

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Tumblr dug around his pockets to look for keys to his apartment, all while still cupping the blue puff of feathers on his other hand. If anyone walked by him, they’d shoot a confused look. It’s not like this was the first time Tumblr brought home an animal, he almost brought a horse up once because it looked goofy.

The jingles of his keys echoed through the hall, Tumblr paid no mind, but the bird was shifting and peeking around at the tiniest of noises. “Chill, it’s just my keys.” Tumblr replied to his jittery feathered friend.

Entering the apartment, Tumblr flickered a lamp that was by the door, the once dark room was painted with a warm orange hue. His place was nice, packed with folders and papers, and a weirdly large amount of red yarn. Tumblr’s humble abode is catastrophically homey.

Tumblr threw his keys on the cluttered coffee table and flopped on the couch, and placed the small bird on his chest. He sighed and threw his head back, exhausted. This day was tiring, but he had a friend with him.

He could barely take care of himself, but he really was looking forward to nursing his new friend back to health. As he yawned, Tumblr grabbed a pillow and scooped the bird off of him and on the pillow. He patted his feathered friend on the head with his finger and stood up.

“I’m taking a nap, little guy, you better rest up too.” Tumblr’s voice faintly heard as he walked to his bedroom. Within minutes, Tumblr’s snores comically seeped out of the slight agar door of his room.

Tumblr was having a good nap, even in his work shirt and pants on, maybe this was what he needed, a nap, that was until he got woken up by the sound of folders falling. He sat up aggressively, fumbled around to get his trusty baseball bat on the floor. Tumblr’s mind was too tired to think of something intimidating to yell out to whoever was making the noise.

As he creeped to the door of his bedroom with the bat, Tumblr took a shaky breath in and peeked out. He swung the door open and raised his bat to aim, but froze in his place. He didn't expect much, maybe an intruder who wanted to steal his magic wand set or his valuable shoe laces.

What Tumblr saw before his eyes was the very reason he was doing great at work, the reason other people in his office were doing good; he saw Twitter in the middle of his clutter, looking as shocked as Tumblr was.

“What the absolute fuck…” Tumblr pointed the tip of the bat at Twitter, “...Is going on?”

#yes i raised the bar from 100 notes to 5K GOOD LUCK SUCKERS #twitblr #tumblr x twitter #twitter x tumblr #fanfic #lord save me #enemies to lovers #rivals to lovers

[mrsshabana]

Canon!Gyutaro x Modern!Reader

♥ CW: Female reader. Pure fluff!

♥ AN: Thank you again for 300 followers! I am posting this in celebration of this milestone. I wrote this months ago, just for fun. And it has been sitting in my drafts ever since. I think the theme is very fitting. And if you all like it, I wouldn't mind making a part two some day!

♥ WC: 1,117

I wonder if Mrs.Shabana posted anything new today?

You think to yourself, pulling out your cellphone as you walk down a dank alleyway. Checking tumblr has become a daily ritual for you ever since your obsession began. Gyutaro from Demon Slayer. Something about him just called out to you, he made his way into your mind and never went away. Slowly spreading until the fictional character consumed every one of your thoughts. You just wish that he was real…

With a sigh, you continue walking. Having just gotten off a long shift, you’re excited to get home and go to sleep. Not before reading a fanfic or two first of course.

As you continue down the alley you stop for a moment, “Yes!” Gyusimp just posted a new oneshot. You’re too excited to wait, so you decide to read and walk at the same time.

So distracted by your phone, that you don’t realize something is stalking you. Something that wastes no time in pinning you to the ground, flipping you over so it can slit your neck with its weapon.

Something you thought was impossible.

“Gyutaro?!” You squeal with a mixture of excitement, shock, and fear.

He’s straddling you with his sickle held up to your neck. Hearing his name come out of your mouth, his eyes widen. Stumbling off of you as you take in his appearance with awe. He looks exactly as he does in the anime, handsome and sexy as all hell.

“You… you’re Gyutaro!” you pinch yourself to make sure that you aren’t dreaming. Even though you are sure that your mental state has finally broken and your obsession is warping your perception of reality, you don’t care because Gyutaro Shabana is sitting right in front of you!

Knowing everything that you do, you should be deathly afraid of him. But your corrupted love for the man blinds you. Crawling forward to get a closer look at him.

When he opens his mouth to ask you a question, you have no idea what he’s trying to say. 

He’s speaking in Japanese.

Oh fuck, this isn’t good. You somehow get the opportunity to meet the love of your life and here you are unable to understand each other. At least his name is universal, which is probably the reason why you aren’t dead right now. 

“Um hold on…” you quickly pull out your phone to use a translator. Typing in what you want to say and letting it speak to him.

You type, “Please don’t kill me, I know who you are.”

Gyutaro cocks his head to the side and frowns, asking you another question in an irritated tone.

“I can’t speak Japanese,” your phone relays your message to him. He starts to scratch his skin but his expression softens a bit. You don’t know what you should do with him, if this is really happening then how the hell did he get here? Who knows, but you love this man so you’re gonna do everything you can to help him out.

“Follow me. I will take you to my home where it is safe.”

You hope that he’ll follow you. Not knowing what his current situation is, maybe he already has a safe place to stay? You assume that he doesn’t, as he begins following you.

You aren’t too far from your apartment, looking back every minute or so to make sure Gyutaro is still there. He follows from a distance, unsure if he can even trust you. You could be a demon slayer for all he knows.

You open the door to your apartment, and he hesitantly follows you inside. Once he’s in, you quickly run around to hide all of the Gyutaro merch you have. It’d be so awkward if he saw the body pillow…

Once everything has been shoved into your closet you bring out the translator again. You want to ask him so many questions but how will you even be able to understand his responses? You have an idea. On your translator app there’s an option for it to listen and translate the spoken words. So maybe you could go back and forth that way.

“This device will let us communicate with each other. Speak into it” you speak into your phone, it spits out your statement in Japanese.

Gyutaro opens his mouth to respond, and you hold the phone in front of him to speak into. 

He speaks in Japanese and after a few seconds your phone gives you a translation, “Who are you and how do you know me?”

“My name is Y/N. I know you from a TV show.”

Gyutaro furrows his brows, “I do not understand what it means…”

The translation isn’t perfect, but it gets the point across. So if he doesn’t know what TV is, then does that mean he’s actually from the past? From the exact same universe as demon slayer? You try to say things in a way that he might be able to understand.

“A lot of people here know you. I like you a lot, so I want to help you.”

Your words seem to be making him even more confused, so you decide to just get to the important questions.

“How did you get here? Do you know where you are?”

Gyutaro shakes his head, opening his mouth to respond but then deciding against it. There’s something that he seems like he doesn’t want to tell you, “Do not know…”

“You aren’t in Japan anymore and it’s the future. You need to be careful here,” you respond to him.

“Can not understand. I have to find my sister.”

“Daki?” you say directly to him. Hearing her name come out of your mouth his eyes widen and he nods.

“I can try to help you find her.”

“How is a weak person like you going to help me?”

For a moment you forgot how mean he was in the anime… “I’m from this world, so I know where things are and how things work. You’ll need a place to stay away from the sun too. You can stay here.”

Gyutaro scowls and looks you up and down before responding, “Fine.”

If he was back in his world he would have killed you already. But he doesn’t know this place, it’s strange to him. So far, he hasn’t encountered any of the other demons either. You seem to be the only person that knows him. He still doesn’t quite understand how or why, but he is desperate right now. Desperate to find his sister and go back home. Even though he despises humans, he will keep you alive in hopes that you really can help him.

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #kny fluff #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #modern au #canon

[slytherintrikru]

|| It Wasn’t A Dream ||

— Part 1 —

Pairing: Severus Snape x gryffindor!student!reader (she’s of age) 

Word count: 1904

Warnings: anxiety, angst, crush, older man/younger woman, she is of age, cuss words, pet names, an OOC Severus?, SFW (if I missed anything please let me now)

Summary: Y/N couldn’t stop daydreaming about her potions professor so she did what any insane person would do. She went and confessed her feelings to him. Will he accept her feelings and return them back? Or will he reject her? Read to find out. (SHE’S OF AGE)

Requested: by no one this is my idea 

A/N: hi- I’m a new writer and this is my first post one-shot on tumblr (I already posted this on Ao3). I know this probably sucks because I have a hard time to write what I imagine and feel but I hope you like it. Please give tips and feedback no matter what it is so I can make my writing better. Also in this hogwarts has 8 years of hogwarts and the reader is 18 almost 19 years old.

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Y/N sat at their desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes, in her warm and cozy Gryffindor common room,

but their mind was miles away. Thoughts of Severus Snape consumed her every waking moment, her heart yearning to confess the feelings she harbored. Frustration and self-loathing gnawed at them, for he was her potions professor and Y/N is his student, despite being of age. The internal battle waged on, distracting Y/N from her studies, leaving Y/N torn between desire and the constraints of her forbidden affection. 

Y/N's feelings for Severus had deepened, fueled by the pivotal moment when she saved him from the clutches of Voldemort and Nagini. The intensity of that experience had only strengthened the bond between them in her heart. Her and Severus had became closer since. Yet, the weight of Lily's memory lingered, casting a shadow of doubt within her. She yearned to express her emotions, to confess her love, but the fear of Severus's lingering affection for Lily, even in death, held her back. The unspoken words weighed heavily on her soul as she grappled with the ache of unrequited love. Or at least that’s what she thought it was and made herself believe it was true.

Besides who would want her, she’s just a filthy mudblood, just like Draco said. Severus could find someone better.

Yes, Y/N and Severus are friends which could come off as strange to everyone else considering he is her professor and she was his student but that didn’t stop her from hanging out with him. Even though she did get bullied and got hexed by slytherin’s for taking away ‘their’ professor for her being friends with him many times. Y/N still ignored them. She would go to his class just to talk to him after a long day of work and most of the time they wouldn’t talk at all. The times they weren’t talking she would take time to admire him, how he would concentrate on his work, and how his eyes would shine a bit when he saw his slytherins got answers right. She loves how much he cares for his slytherins even though some may think he’s heartless, cruel, & vicious, deep down he’s caring and kind.

She couldn’t take it anymore; her feeling was getting too much for her; she needed to tell him. She needs to at least know she tried and to know that he knew her true feelings. She huffed softly and quickly got up from her comfortable chair, she didn’t really have a plan on how to do this and she didn’t think of how he would react. She just knew that if she kept her emotions in any longer she would burst. Her feelings for him felt more powerful than any sort of magic that it took over her whole body. Making her forget how idiotic with what she was doing is.

Leaving the warmth of her Gryffindor common behind, Y/N embarked on a mission through the corridors of Hogwarts castle. She walks fast through the dimly lit halls, each step echoed in the silence making her palms sweat ferociously as her hair blows in the wind. Y/N’s heart race as she heads towards the cold dungeons towards his potions class. Her anxiety increases by the second.

With every turn and staircase descent, her heart raced a little faster. The weight of anticipation settled heavily on her shoulders, and the air felt thick with trepidation. Thoughts of Severus Snape's strict demeanor and piercing gaze occupied their mind, intensifying their nervousness. Then thoughts of his soft, kind, & more gentle side filled her brain. She didn’t know what he would say to her after she confesses her feelings. Y/N just hopes he won’t reject her.

As she reaches the dungeon halls, the corridor grew colder and darker, her steps slows dowm. As if her body and brain finally realized what she was about to do and how everything could go wrong in a few seconds. Y/N could hear the paintings on the wall’s whispering to each other. Making her feel as if they are talking about her which caused her mind to panic more.

The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows on the walls, making the journey feel like a solitary quest through a labyrinth of uncertainty. Each unfamiliar door they passed only heightened their unease, until finally, they stood before the entrance to Snape's potion’s class.

She looks nervously around, making sure no one is near her or his room. After she saw no one, she stood there for a while anticipating her moves. Gathering the little courage she had left, Y/N raises her trembling, sweaty hand and knocked hard on the door. The sound of the knocks echo through the cold, partly lit silent of the dungeons. It was in that moment her mind was screaming for her to stop and leave. 

But she didn’t have a chance to. The form of Severus’ appears as he opens his potions class door, revealing his stern face. When he saw it was Y/N his facial expression changed to a soft, exciting look, and a hint of another emotion.

What am I doing here? I shouldn't have come, why am I here? This is stupid— her thoughts had stopped when she heard him speak.

Y/N looks at him, his soft expression made her melt. “Ms. Y/L/N? What do you want?” He asked

“C-Can I come in?” She asked, he looked at her with confusion before moving aside allowing her to enter. She slowly walked in as if he would snap at her and tell her to leave at any moment. After she made it in he slammed the door causing her to jump.

“To what do I owe you the pleasure of having you bother me on a Saturday?” He jokingly questioned. She saw that hint of emotion in his eyes before going away completely. She felt her cheeks turn red as she blushed at him. Severus smirks at that. 

“I need to tell you something, it’s important. I know that it will probably not end well. I want you to know before I say anything that, I apologize. I have enjoyed being your friend for all those few years so much so that you are one of the reasons I decided to come back for my 8th year here. I know you probably will think I’m crazy-“ before she had the chance of finishing he cut her off.

“Would you stop the rambling for Merlin’s sake? Go on, tell me what you want to say.” He hissed playfully and she could have swore she saw a smile, not a smirk, a normal happy smile. Which was rare for him to do.

“Ok here it goes… I like you and not just as a friend. After the war my feelings for you have grown into something more and I know you probably don’t care. That I may be nothing more than just a dunderhead-“ before she could finish he grabbed her face and he kissed her. Y/N  felt lips, not just any lips, his lips, on hers. It took her a few seconds to comprehend what was really happening, as if it wasn’t really happening. As if it was all a dream.

Sure enough she slowly came to her senses as she did, she knew it was real. Y/N kissed back almost immediately when she realized it wasn’t a dream. She felt his hands move from her face and make their way down to wrap around her waist. She wrapped her arms around him back, taking in and feeling everything. This felt almost like a dream, the way his lips were moving against hers, but it wasn’t a dream. It was as if she was on cloud nine and she never wanted to return to earth.

The kiss lasted for a few minutes before they finally pulled away panting as they were out of breath. She slowly opened her eyes and saw his dark brown eyes staring at her with that same emotion she saw after she walked in. She knew that look anywhere, it was the same look she has when she looks at him. The look of love. How didn’t she notice that before?

“That was- that was…fucking amazing.” Y/N whispered, as she stuttered a bit, her cheeks were as red as a tomato. She didn’t want this to end. She wished she could fill this way for a lifetime. Just her and him together. Forever.

“It truly was, my little love.” Severus murmured back while looking in adoration at her. If it hadn’t been for how close he was holding her and her hands in his hair he could’ve sworn it was all a dream. “I like you more than a friend as well. I have for a while now, I just didn’t know how to tell you. I thought you’d reject me so I just ignored my feelings.” 

“Oh my Prince, I would never reject you, I’ve liked you for years, Severus. The last couple of years, especially last year when I saved you, my feelings have grown stronger.” She said with honesty, he looked at her trying to see if she was lying or if there was any dishonesty in what she said but he couldn’t find it. Instead he saw the same look he has on his face right now, which was love.

They looked at each other for what felt like ages and then Y/N leaned in to kiss him again, he happily accepted and kissed her back. This kiss was much more intense than the last. They kissed as if at any moment one of them would disappear and be gone forever. Y/N tugged at his hair, Severus groaned at that and held her tighter. His hands swiftly began to make their way from her back to her ass, squeezing gently. Y/N moaned but then Severus pulled away causing her to whine at the loss of connection. Severus smiled at her.

“I want our first time to be special. I want it to be in a place where you and I are both comfortable, not worrying about who will walk in. So I’ll be able to take my time with you.” He said, creasing her face softly while looking at her beautiful E/C eyes as he continued. “Let’s wait ok, darling.”

She was a bit disappointed but she knew he was right, she also wanted her first time to be special. “Ok.” She whispered. “I guess I’ll go back to my common room, I need to study for my NEWTS. I’ll see you later Sev.” 

She kissed him one last time before turning away to head back to the Gryffindor tower. Before she could take another step she felt a hand, it was his hand, grabbing her. She turned to look at him. 

He kisses Y/N softly once more and than lets her go.

Y/N smiled in return and flustered at him kissing her again, “I’ll see you later, Sev.” She muttered, he smiled back. She then made her way to the door, opened it and left for her common room with a huge smile across her face. I can’t believe that just happened, she thought. Tonight was the best night I ever had in a while.

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Part 2

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[these-emo-thoughts]

Last Twilight Episode 11 thoughts

A lot of people are hating on Day right now but I get him. I do. And if you haven't watched episode 11 yet, maybe skip this post as it revolves around a major part of the plot. If you've watched the ep, you probably know what I'm talking about. More detail is under the cut.

Warning, this is a long one, lol. Apologies for any mistakes, I'm a bit sick and didn't read over it 🤣

If you've seen it already, I'm going to explain why I think Mhok and Day's break-up had to happen and why it is the best thing for them right now.

Mhok's fear of losing another person because he isn't there to help or pick up the phone is absolutely valid (and so real and relatable that I feel personally attacked). He doesn't stay with Day out of pity, which has been established multiple times throughout the series - but the trauma of what he went through with Rung and the fear of possibly repeating that again with Day has made his anxiety cloud his judgement and his heart. It's not a healthy way to live - constantly worrying about your partner, to the extent where you cannot live for yourself, is not sustainable for a relationship (I also find this quite ironic because up until this point Mhok has been on his own for a long time now). We saw the manifestation of this fear in episode 11 multiple times too, with Mhok leaving in the middle of the shift to check that the guest that was hit by a car wasn't Day, and then when he was freaking out when Day wasn't answering his phone. Imagine going through all of that, but this time, your partner is 15 hours away by plane.

Day choosing to break up with him is, in my opinion, more complex than just "he lied to me and pitied me". That's part of it (and will come back at the end of this post), yes, and he does have the right to be upset that Mhok lied to him. Again, it's not healthy for the both of them if they are going to continue a relationship. I also want to point out that Day is at a disadvantage here because while he is capable of living his life independently as a blind man, he can't actually see the emotions on people's faces when he talks to them and that's can be important for picking up what others are putting down. Day can't see the changes in Mhok's expression when his smile fades, he has to rely on the other to talk to him when something is up, so lying is a BIG no-no here (as it would be for any relationship). So far, they've done a great job at communicating, so this is presented as new issue - but, it's a big one. So yes, the lying is part of it, but it's not ALL of it.

"But what IS all of it!?" I hear you scream into the Tumblr void. Well, by now, OF COURSE Day knows that Mhok truly loves him and KNOWS that the other doesn't pity him - he's said so many times. So, Day must realise at this point - of which the timeline is probably at a year of them knowing each other, give or take - that Mhok is deliberately holding himself back from good opportunities because of that love. It must hurt like hell, knowing that you're the reason your partner is self-sabotaging, but there's nothing you can do to change their mind because everything is out of your control. It's so much easier for Day to say "Mhok pities me and lied to me and that's why I want to break up" instead of "I'm the reason Mhok won't go".

It's heartbreaking, but what's the solution here? Long distance? Sure, maybe - but that's not going to stop Mhok from worrying about Day and being distracted from his job. It's not going to stop Day from feeling like he's a burden to Mhok. Not only that, with timezones and such a huge distance, there are even more complications to worry about. Plus, let's say something DID happen to Day while Mhok was in Hawaii - it goes back to exactly the problem that Mhok had which is what can he do about it? Long distance is a solution, but how long will they last living like that?

"Okay emo, so why doesn't Day just go to Hawaii with Mhok? Then they can be together and Mhok can fulfil his promise to take him there and they don't have to break up and they'll live happily ever after." I see you!! But... that's a BIG decision. Mhok and Day's trip to Songkhla may have been a test to see how they weather the storm of living together as boyfriends, but it was only for a few days. And Day - for most of it - was alone in the room while Mhok was working. That's not a way for Day to live, and it still won't stop Mhok from being worried, probably even MORESO now because they're in a whole other country.

So... what's left?

Day's decision to break up with Mhok is heartbreaking, but is probably the only solution that makes sense to me. Mhok CANNOT live a life like this. He can't. It's already debilitating him and it'll get even worse if he's constantly prioritising Day over himself in every aspect of life. Of course a person should think about their partner, but not to the point where it becomes unhealthy self-sabotage. Day also cannot live happily like this. He's come to terms living with a disability and already is aware of how different his daily life is to that of a sighted person - but the little voice in the back of his mind, the one reminding him that he's the reason Mhok is not living his life to the fullest, is making the entire process more difficult for him (and the lying really doesn't help).

So... yeah. A necessary evil that unfortunately to many will be written off simply as the "episode 11 curse". An evil that has people already saying that Day is stupid and immature, when I really believe this is the most rational he's been. I know even the actors have said it's about the lying but this is P'Aof we're talking about here - he's a brilliant story-teller, and there's always more to his art than what we see on the surface. It's happened in other shows he's directed, which is why they rate so highly. Last Twilight is no exception, and the complexity of the love story between Mhok and Day is nothing short of a masterpiece. That's how I see it, anyway.

Would love to hear other thoughts and perspectives!

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[writing-hat]

flowers to tend a wound

the glacier fic!! I finished it a while ago, and figured it would be best to post it on tumblr since it's something sweet and short <3 (and kind of messy sorry)

/!\ TW for wound! /!\ (and mistakes as usual cuz I never pay attention to that) and some mutual pinning (they can't confess they're stoopid)

this is around 2.9k words! Enjoy!

“Ah, Zane!”

The robot jolted, apparently caught off guard. This surprised Cole, who was used to a Zane always readied for any of the other ninjas jumping on him. But he had probably been distracted by cooking dinner, which wouldn’t have been too surprising (replace word).

Without turning around, the other sighed. “Cole. You startled me.” He straightened up a bit, humming at whatever he was cooking- it already smelled heavenly to Cole. “What is it?”

“Sorry. I just wanted to know if you had seen my cake leftovers?” Cole groaned, crossing his arms. “I have a suspicion on who might’ve eaten it, but I wanna be sure before I throw hands, since I got it wrong last time.”

A chuckle. “Yes. Jay ate it all.”

“Damn it, I knew it!” He threw his hands up. “Ever single time! And of course he left for a mission!” He shook his head, taking a seat behind Zane. “Why didn’t you go by the way?”

“I am needed here to cook.”

Well, Cole knew his friend. There was something else bothering him in his voice. Something that made it so he got surprised when the earth ninja came by. That made him curious, of course; he wanted to know if he could help him in any way- and if it was too much, Zane could always tell him he didn’t want to speak of it. “And?”

The nindroid sighed, before turning around.

Cole’s eyes widened. He had a tissue attached around his right eye. Something he probably usually used in the kitchen, pink, like his apron, with white hearts decorating the thing.

“You’re hurt?!” The earth ninja got up in an instant, restraining himself from approaching the other too fast. “What happened?”

“The Mechanic blasted my eye.” Slowly, he removed the tissue, letting the wound appear.

This time, he gasped, approaching Zane to get a closer look- not out of curiosity, but out of worry, because based on how the ice ninja had winced when revealing the missing parts to the cold, there was no way it didn’t hurt.

“When did that happen?!”

“During this morning’s mission. It’s…” He brought metallic fingers up, brushing over the wound. “It is still fresh, unfortunately.”

Cole raised his own hand to the hole, tentatively, waiting for something in the icy eyes to push him away. But nothing came up, so he slowly touched the skin, taking his fingers away as soon as Zane hissed at the feeling.

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright. I suppose some of my sensitive wires got touched.”

“Why hasn’t Jay fixed it up by now?” He grumbled. “Instead of finishing my cake.”

Zane’s lips twitched, tempted to chuckle, before he sighed, turning back around to watch over the meal- a curry, now Cole could see it, with rice already cooking on the other side of the stove. He could feel his stomach grumbling in hunger at the sight, but it was quickly dulled away when Zane brought him back.

“We lack materials. He promised he’d try to find some when coming back from the mission, but… I doubt there will be any. Pixal already asked Cyrus Borg, but it seems like there’s a limited stock of titanium everywhere. I said I could wait.”

Cole frowned, placing a hand on the robot’s shoulder to demand his attention. “But it’s bothering you. I can see that.”

Zane felt conflicted; he usually didn’t share what his troubles were to the rest of the team- unless they became too heavy for his shoulders alone. But thoughts, and worries about his appearance? This wasn’t something he talked about with any of them.

But he could never hide anything from the earth ninja. He wasn’t really sure how he was doing it, but it felt heart wrenching, every time he told him a half-truth. And when Cole looked at him, with concern, and a need to protect him… Zane was ready to give up his role, and fall into his arms to be protected.

This wasn’t something he was used to feeling. He shook his head, a sad smile stretching his lips. And that made Cole worry more; he wanted this current pain to go away. He couldn’t bare seeing him like that. “It is not… the most wonderful thing to look at.”

The hole was big, taking a whole quarter of the face. The dark blue liquid that made sure Zane could be up and running had clearly been cleaned off, but could still be seen inside- though it had stopped bleeding a while ago. Wires and strings were tangled, when they weren’t torn, probably sharing a pain that Cole couldn’t even begin to understand. The metallic skin around still showed some of the dark traces left by the blast.

“At the very least,” Zane spoke, wanting the attention away from his wound. “Jay said that he would help remove the sensitivity whenever he is back, if he doesn’t find the right materials.”

Cole realized he’d been staring, and took a step back. “Sorry. I just… I hate seeing you hurt like that.”

This time, the smile that appeared was a sincere one. “Thank you for worrying about me, Cole.”

The earth ninja smiled back, placing both hands on the ice ninja’s shoulders. “You’re welcome.” He hesitated, before pulling Zane in a hug. The latter blinked, clearly not expecting this out of all outcomes but, enjoyed it nonetheless, taking a few seconds, before letting his face relax, closing his eye as he hugged back Cole.

“…Do you need help with dinner?” The voice was hesitant, wanting to help, but knowing very well he couldn’t really do anything of use in that matter.

A quiet laugh made it to the black ninja’s ears. “Just to prepare the table, if you can.”

That stayed a win. He broke from the hug, a grin on his face as he looked at Zane. “Sure!”

They ate in a good ambiance. Jay kept trying to excuse himself to Zane, having not found any titanium for now to fix his face. The nindroid kept repeating that it was okay- though this seemed sort of useless with how the lightning ninja already felt guilty for this situation.

After sharing their meal of the night, with Cole still hesitant on hitting his best friend for eating his food earlier, Jay and Zane went to the ice ninja’s room, where a table stayed whenever the nindroid required repairs. He laid on his back there, letting his friend tinker and figure out what he could do to make the other feel better.

It wasn’t the first time he had to cut away Zane’s sensitive wires- the ice ninja asked for that to be done often, when the zone touched by the wound hurt too much to deal with it. Painkillers weren’t an option for him, so they did with what they had.

It started in a small silence, with Jay’s background music filling the room. Zane felt… anxious, of asking his friend about his feelings; he was still bothered by his lack of composure from earlier.

Well, bothered wouldn’t be the word, but he, for once, couldn’t place the right words on his ideas, and unfamiliar feelings.

“Something you wanna tell me?”

Zane sighed, grateful his friend could understand his emotions without needing him to speak up. “Yes. There is… something.”

Jay waited, but his friend had apparently said all that he could. “Something important then.” A whistle, as he reached for the tools he’d use to get rid of the sensitive wires. “What is it?”

“It’s about Cole.” He blinked, feeling the name escape him without wanting to. Unfortunately, his metal plates could display his blush, turning his face in a shade of blue. Ashamed, he looked away from the blue ninja, trying to figure out his next words. “Well, not Cole specifically. It is more about how I reacted with him earlier.”

There was an amused hum, making Zane’s eye twitch in annoyance. “And how did you react?”

Ignoring how his friend sounded, he huffed. “I usually keep my-” He had been about to say ‘feelings’. By the First Master of Spinjitzu, what was wrong with him?! “-troubles, to myself. But earlier, I could not keep my mouth shut when it came to the pain this zone brought.” With guilt, he added in a lower voice. “Nor the- aesthetic side, of this wound.”

“Because you want Cole to find you beautiful.”

Zane gasped, sitting upright on the table, looking at Jay alarmed. “What?! What- how can you say things like that?!”

Jay raised both hands, innocent-like, his hands still holding the tools. “What? Am I wrong?”

There was a self-satisfactory grin, on his face. One Zane found himself frowning at. In embarrassment. He didn’t answer his friend, instead turning his head away so his lone eye wouldn’t have to put up with the mocking face- earning him a snort.

The blue ninja shook his head. “Proof is here; you don’t mind me seeing you with your wires tangled and dangling from that hole in your face-”

“Of course! You’re my friend, and the one helping me out. I don’t mind showing you vulnerability!”

“So you don’t see Cole as a friend.” Jay snorted. “Noted.”

“This isn’t what I said! Stop twisting my words!” Zane crossed his arms, feeling his blue liquid pump fasted in his ears. “Cole is a great friend!”

“Oh, I’m sure he is.” Before he could answer to the taunt, Jay tapped the table. “Lay back down. I still need to get rid of a few wires, and clean the spot.”

Reluctantly, the ice ninja did as he was told, crossing his hands on his chest.

He didn’t like that feeling in his stomach. But at the same time… he sighed, closing his eye when he felt the tools come back inside of his wound.

They didn’t speak again, Jay still humming, apparently proud of the mess he was leaving behind inside of his nindroid friend. The latter still battled with his thoughts, trying to figure out how long, exactly, did he think he could lie to himself that way.

When the blue ninja brought a tissue up, to clean the zone, Zane sighed. “How would I even confess?” He swallowed thick. “How can I even be sure that he feels the same?”

Jay stopped what he was doing, blinking at the confused robot. “Wow.” He started. “Love really makes people blind, huh?”

His metallic lips thinned, not able to find something to say after that. But the understanding look of the blue ninja did manage to make him relax. Just a bit.

They made a few tests, Jay touching with a rod his wires, and all that was around. Effectively, Zane felt nothing. With a reassured sigh, he thanked his friend. For both the repair, and the talk.

He luckily didn’t need to precise for what.

“So it’s better now?”

Zane nodded, having to turn his head around to face the earth master. The latter sighed, reassured, and raised a tentative hand to the wound. He hesitated, until the ice ninja nodded, and brushed with his fingers the metal, feeling the cold under his fingers.

The nindroid found himself disappointed he could not feel anything for now.

“How long before they get the supplies?”

“A week, at best.” He shrugged. “It’s okay, I am getting used to it. Although Sensei assured me I didn’t need to go on missions for now.”

Which meant he wasn’t allowed. Cole winced, feeling bad for his friend. He knew too well the frustration of staying behind when the others faced the action. They all did.

He must’ve felt so sad.

So, an idea came to him. One, he hoped, would help his friend get better. It wasn’t anything big, but, it could help him pass some time, and feel better about this wound.

“I have an idea. Do you want to try it?”

A tilt of the head, as the other considered it, before nodding with a soft smile. “Of course. Anything you can think of can help.”

Cole didn’t seem to notice the sentence, but Zane did. And he swore on the First Master he had never felt his circuits warms so quickly before under the weight of shame. Especially since, well, without being mean to the earth ninja, his ideas weren’t often good ones.

But he had a good feeling for this.

So when Cole offered a palm for Zane to take, he did so, gladly following him to his room.

In there, the nindroid was first completely blown away by the numbers of flowers, hanging from pots attached to the ceiling, or resting in vases conveniently placed on his desk, or in corners, near his record player, for instance. Zane blinked multiple times, regretting not having his other eye to take in more properly the breathtaking scenery, amplified by the beautiful rays of the sunset.

Cole let go of Zane’s hand, walking to a pot on his desk, where the sun was sure to hit first. Based on his sensors, those were fresh ones, most definitely taken care of carefully for the last two days. He grabbed a five of them, and turned back towards Zane, a shy smile on his face.

Zane could swear he was blushing, too.

“I was- if you let me try- I mean-” Cole bit his lower lip, looking to the side, not able to form the right words to ask for permission. Because now, when he looked at Zane, his idea felt nothing but dumb.

The flowers he had picked for this were yellow carnations. He had taken care of those for the last three days, thinking of Zane, and how he could make him feel better about the state of his face. A face, Cole found himself to stare much more then once. Because he found him beautiful.

And so, when the ice ninja had been concerned… he had thought this could maybe help lift his spirits up.

But now… Zane might think he was trying to cover up the inside of his face, instead of the wound. Which wasn’t the case at all.

And he felt dumb.

Delicate fingers came to touch his knuckles. Cole’s breath was taken away, and slowly, he lifted his head up to look at the one he had wanted to help. The one he wanted to love.

Zane was smiling to him, quirking an eyebrow. And Cole could swear the metallic plates had been tainted by some shade of blue. “Are those for me?”

Cole blushed, looking back at the flowers. With a small voice, he answered. “Y- yes. It was for…” He didn’t finish, still not feeling better about his idea.

The nindroid placed a hand on his cheek, letting the earth ninja take his time to look at him back. Once their gazes met, he closed his only eye, making Cole understand he was trusting him to try it out.

He took a deep breath, and slowly, placed the flowers inside the hole. Each time, he felt the nindroid shiver when the stem went too far, where his wires could still sense, but no sound came out, nor did he move away.

When he was done, he took a small step back, and cleared his throat. “Done.”

Zane opened his eye, blinked, and walked to the small mirror Cole kept on his desk. He grabbed it, and looked at the result.

The five flowers Cole must’ve spent hours upon hours taking care of now rested inside hole he had found nothing but deforming lately.

But now?

The sight was pleasant. Some sort of relief washed over him, and he sighed, finding himself not hating his appearance anymore.

Thanks to Cole.

He turned around, finding the latter fidgeting with his black coated nails, and looking embarrassed. Warmth filled his heart at the sight, and he walked back to the earth ninja. Before he could ask any question, and make Zane lose this boost of confidence, he kissed his cheek, softly.

“Thank you, Cole.” He shook his head, knowing he would’ve cried if he could at the beautiful gesture of care and worry. “Those are absolutely beautiful.”

Cole’s heart skipped a bit, and if he’d been blushing before, the ninja knew his cheeks must’ve been burning now. When the ice ninja noticed, he looked to the side, a sort of shy and silly smile resting on his lips.

Lips he found very much kissable.

So, gathering his courage, Cole placed a knuckle under the metallic chin. Zane’s eye met his own, and he swallowed thick, trying to find his voice again.

“May I?”

Zane blinked, suddenly feeling his emotions swirling and exploding his senses. Showing him how they both had felt for a while now. And a confirmation, that Cole’s heart had displayed the same constricted feeling. One that would hurt, and forbid them to move if they hadn’t done something about it.

A mutual pinning of some sort.

Love really makes people blind.

And once the realization struck? The feeling felt liberating.

With a chuckle, he answered. “You may.”

Cole smiled, and leaned forward. Zane did as well, shortening the wait for them both.

Their kiss felt amazing. It made them sigh, pressure and adrenaline coming back down to make their hearts beat faster. It was incredible.

It still felt so when they broke apart. With heavy breathing, they let their foreheads against one another, the relief bringing them both to release what sounded like silly giggles to their ears.

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some notes I gave myself when writing so you can see my process of writing

(Zane is so emotional my guys omg he would be a mess if he ever had to confess his love to Cole. at least me thinks.)

hope you enjoyed! see you around!

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[mishwanders]

• The Darkest of Urges: Part One - Imaginary Friends •

Summary: Durge takes a chance on Astarion.

A/N+Warnings: Smut between Astarion and GN!Durge as flash of Gortash in the middle in reference to that one tumblr post I made about durge and touch [ X ]. 3rd POV, mentions of Cazador, Astarion’s victims, and durges murderous tendencies. Minors, DNI with this one. Written by Mishwanders - please do not repost. Likes, reblogs, and nice comments are appreciated!

Part Two (coming soon)

“It’s what you want, isn’t it? To lose yourself in me?”

It was a simple question that Astarion had presented. A simple yes or no would suffice, but his new friend gazed back pensively, seemingly lost in thought.

To lose themself was not what they wanted. They were already lost in the middle of the woods with him, lost every day with nothing more than the items they could carry in their pack and a name that felt unfamiliar on their tongue.

What they wanted was to be grounded in something, in hopes to feel as if they weren’t adrift in the sea of their own fear, to the thrumming desires to eviscerate and destroy without cause.

But they couldn’t tell him that, not now, not here, during this.

At the very least, a one night stand could distract them, tire them out from their conjoined efforts and allow them to sleep soundly for once without the feeling of the urge clawing beneath their skin in its attempt to burst free and commit its heinous acts, without the presence of Sceleritas beckoning and providing gifts for their bloodied deeds.

At the very least, they could try and hope that no one would get hurt in the process.

A reply didn’t even need to be spoken between them, a simple nod was all it took for Astarion to grow closer, hands reaching for their arms as he whispered softly in their ear, “I thought so.”

Such simple words and yet it unlatched the broken lock that was barely holding onto the hinges of their mind together. Astarion’s voice momentarily mixed with another, like fine wine, both just as deadly as drow poison.

It was a weakness, they remembered, something they could not afford in their stead, in their place of authority. They were certain they would have to cower and beg for forgiveness when this was all over.

But what authority? What had they been before all of this? Who did they crave forgiveness from?

The pondering didn’t last long as Astarion’s lips crashed into theirs, as his hands wrapped around them, drawing them closer into his body. His tongue sank past their lips, pulling a soft groan from them as they melted against him. Their hands found him as well, looking for something to grasp as they found themself lost within the sea of emotions and sensations, looking for a place to anchor as they allowed desire and carnal lust to take over.

Astarion’s hands were gentle enough as calloused fingertips glided over their skin, as he busied himself with undressing them further. It felt familiar and there was a lingering confusion on their furrowed brow as they felt the scare that decorated his back. It was as if they had known him or at least someone like him, someone just as scared as he was.

And yet, they had no recollection of Astarion and neither did Astarion in his long held memory of victims.

He would have remembered a face like theirs, lips as soft as theirs, a scent just as enticing as theirs had been and always was. He had not known them and yet the feeling of knowing and being known was coming back to his companion like the ebb and flow of a tide.

Their hearts pounded in their chest as Astarion pinned them against the tree, their legs snaking around his hips. Further encasing him in their grasp as their hands rested against the nape of his neck, softly brushing against the wefts of black - no - white hair.

For a moment, Astarion pulled back from the kiss, gazing up into their eyes with a self assured grin playing on his lips. Under the moonlight, his companion could have sworn they’d seen rich brown eyes glinting like black tourmaline surrounded by tawny skin, crinkled at the edges. But within the blink of an eye, it was gone, and they found nothing but a crimson gaze as deep as an endless pool of blood.

The only kind a vampire like him could ever have.

They knew that caution should have been the route to take, but at this moment, they couldn’t have cared less. So, they threw all caution to the wind, forcing Astarion back and tumbling with him to the ground, straddling his hips as their twitchy knife hands slid up his chest. For a moment, they considered what it would be like to sink their nails into his flesh, dipping their fingers tips into his undead blood, feeling the very marrow of his being right beneath the surface. The urges were itching to break free, latching onto their mind once more, but Astarion’s soft groan pulled them back to their senses, to the reality before them.

Confusion suddenly dropped over their face and Astarion took that as his chance to flip them on their back as he pinned them to the ground, trailing kisses down their jaw and neck until he reached the spot where he could feel the thrum of their pulse like a drum beating over and over again. A sigh of anticipation escaped his lips, dancing over their skin, causing their pulse to quicken. Astarion sunk his teeth into them as quickly and gently as he could, allowing the essence of their life to trickle into his mouth, consuming that delectable ambrosia of the undead.

His companion didn’t care if he was gentle or not with him, they didn’t mind the sting of his fangs nor the metallic scent of their blood wafting in the air. It was the distraction they needed, that they craved as they wrapped their arms around him and drew his chest closer to them.

It was not his chest they remembered, not his teeth, not his moans and groans of satisfaction, but it was close enough to provide some means of relief and fear all at once. He was so familiar and yet, they knew it in their heart that Astarion wasn’t the one they once longed for.

This other person in their mind felt so familiar and yet, a name never surfaced. It was lost, torn from the secret diary of their mind, burned in the fire of the wreckage of their story, one they were trying so hard to save and piece together.

As much as they wanted to remember, they couldn’t. All they could do was feel the essence of their life slip away past Astarion’s lips, their mind growing foggier as the present and what was left of their broken experiences melded into one.

Astarion slid a hand down the side of their body, trying to memorize the dips and slopes of his companion's body as the heat of their blood filled his belly, momentarily satisfying his hunger and mentally checking off on his list of seductive manipulation.

He’d never once felt safe since Cazador had forced himself into his life, not even now after he’d stumbled upon a chance of freedom, of what life could be like if he were able to shake his bonds completely.

He’d never felt safe, but with his new, tasty companion he could at least use them as a shield against his past or wrap his hand around them like a sword to do his bidding. He could manipulate them, mold their pliable emotions to fit them to him. He’d seen Cazador do it enough times, why couldn’t he?

Plenty of people had whispered and screamed his name and aliases he’d given in the past, where his unsuspecting victims had fallen easily for his charms, but the softness with which his name escaping his companions lips touched something long lost in him, and for a moment, he faltered.

Their gaze gave away how they felt immediately in that moment. They trusted him. Astarion’s mind flooded with every other victim who’d trusted him too and the twinge of guilt wrapped its way around his long dead heart. Maybe he wouldn’t use them as a shield against Cazador as he’d done with everyone else in the past. Maybe this time could be different.

Astarion was quickly pulled out of his thoughts as his companion pulled him down into a bloodied kiss. His tongue forced its way past their lips, delving in with abandon. To his surprise, the kiss was returned with just as much passion and desire.

It was almost as if they enjoyed the taste of themself on his tongue. The thought of that stirred excitement within him. Maybe there was more to his companion that he’d originally thought. Regardless, they weren’t stopping him, so he pressed on.

They bit down onto his lip as he pushed their leg up with his own, sheathing himself within them, the lingering pain of the stretch taking precedence over their mind.

The pain that he’d subjected them under felt like a rope wound around them, pulling them closer and closer to him. The ache of the wound left in their neck, the sting of another bite as he latched onto them once more, the pressure of his weight against their chest, and the rough snap of his hips against theirs had them begging for more.

The pain they allowed him to subject them to was away every dark urge that lingered beneath their skin, allowing for the carnal pleasures to seep into their mind permeate their entire being.

Astarion had asked if they wanted to get lost in him and maybe they did after all. It felt so much better than being lost alone. At least like this, they’d be able to stay adrift in the sea of pain and pleasure they created, not subjected to murderous urges and twitching hands that were more than eager to strike.

At least like this, they weren’t afraid of what they could do. At least with him they could find a bit of solace, if only for a night.

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[internetgremlin-writes]

Omg I almost missed this by thinking I was gonna actually sleep tonight, good thing I checked tumblr first 💪🏽but please could I request #132 and #137 for my mans, carlos sainz jr? I just want a really romantic carlos for sad lonely me :) sorry if this is long, I just really like interacting with authors I love- anyway, congratulations!! sending much love <3

132 - "I didn't think it was possible to love someone this much,"

137 - "Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly distracting,"

Hi, hi hello!! Aww you're an angel, thank you so much for this!! And YES thank you for interacting - speaking from the other side I cannot express how much it means when people interact with your posts, and it's even better when you see the name multiple times, it's like little pals you look for <3

Anyway I hope you like this one, I worked extra hard to make it as fluffy as possible after the last one haha

also we are not going to mention the fact im using a wheel of names to decide the order of what's getting done now

that smile will be the death of me

Waking up in bed with Carlos Sainz was one of your favourite things in the universe.

You'd been together for a while now, and his friend long before that. Your relationship was one of those where the lines blurred together. You couldn't remember the exact day high fives turned into intertwined fingers, or celebratory hugs turned into making out in his driver's room.

It was actually the fans that had gotten you together. Working so closely with him for years meant that there were always pictures of you two together, and through being caught on behind the scenes videos and in the background of paddock coverage, you became a fan favourite amongst the non-drivers of F1. You were fairly used to being caught by paparazzi, especially as you were often escorting Carlos, who was the object of anyone with half a brain's attention. It was Carlos who picked up on it, and that day you did remember clearly.

He'd given one of his signature shrieks, the one you knew would be immediately followed by that ridiculous squawking laugh he only did when he was completely comfortable and totally amused. It took him a moment to compose himself before he showed you the video he was watching. It was a TikTok, obviously, because only TikTok had the ability to create chaos like that. The video was titled "My Favourite F1 Conspiracy Theories", which you thought was pretty funny in itself.

They were mostly silly, things about drivers losing seats and FIA biases towards certain teams, and a certain Monegasque driver with a home race curse. You were just starting to wonder what was quite so funny about the video Carlos was showing you when you recognised the set of images that outlined the penultimate theory.

"Carlos Sainz and Y/N Y/L/N are secretly dating," the creator was explaining, and in the background was a collection of paparazzi pictures of yourself with Carlos. Individually you'd thought nothing of them, but when they were collected together like that the image was clear. His hand on the small of your back, guiding you through a door. You hugging him, his hands on your hips and your arms wrapped around his neck. The pair of you out to dinner, you laughing at something he'd said, him leaning forward with that killer smile and his attention solely on you. You walking so close together that with the blurred image it wasn't clear if your fingers were intertwined or not. Carlos, holding you, his mouth pressing a kiss on your forehead.

"Must be a big secret if I didn't know I was dating you," you'd murmured, your mouth dry and suddenly very, very aware of the lack of space between you. He made a noise in the back of the throat, and just watched you for a second, those big brown eyes fixed on your face.

"Are we?"

"What?"

"Are we dating?" you stared at him because who asks that? Your expression must have given away the bewilderment. "I kiss you," he said simply as if that cleared up everything.

"I think there's a bit more to dating than just kissing, Carlos," his eyes focused on something behind you, zoning out for a moment and then coming back to you.

"Yes,"

"Yes?"

"I think we are dating," if this was his way of asking you out it was weird, but Carlos was a little weird (and incredibly adorable).

"Me too," you said because after a moment's reflection you realised that you'd been playing the role of Unofficial Girlfriend without even knowing it, for who knows how long.

"Okay then," he nodded and that was it. Carlos never brought it up again.

But you did notice he was a little more touchy with you in public. He was quicker to hold your hand. You stopped creeping out of his room in the middle of the night.

The feeling of his arm snaking around your waist, pulling you gently into his back brought you back to the present day. Your bare skin pressed against his hard chest was a heavenly feeling. He was always so warm, it was like having the best electric blanket in the world. He made a low grunt in his sleep, which only made you snuggle deeper into his arms. Mornings like this, when he had a day off and you were allowed to wake up without ringing alarm bells and instant activity, made everything else you did with him so worthwhile.

"Good morning, mi sol," ever since he'd accidentally called you a nickname in Spanish instead of English and you'd practically jumped him on sight he made a point to allow more of his home language to infiltrate. You squirmed in his arms, partly in pleasure at the nickname, and partly because he was peppering your neck with feather light kisses and the combination of his scruffy beard and long hair was tickling you.

"Good morning," you turned in his arms, not able to resist his kiss any longer. He met you with equal enthusiasm, his large hand coming up to cradle your face as you melted into him. When he pulled away it wasn't far, your foreheads touching and noses brushing against each other.

"I didn't think it was possible to love someone this much," God, he was such a romantic. It made your heart swell because you felt exactly the same. Everything in your life revolved around Carlos, and you wouldn't have it any other way. Even if the both of you were teased mercilessly in the paddock because Carlos was like a puppy with separation anxiety these days.

It was a slow kind of day. After a morning of fooling around in bed, the pair of you finally stumbled into the shower because his stomach was growling so loudly that breakfast had to become a priority. He insisted on cooking for you, even though you were more than capable of fixing the food too.

You were wearing one of the dress shirts he'd worn over the weekend, only half the buttons done up and it only just grazing your thighs. Your legs were bare as the only other item of clothing you wore was your panties. Carlos was no better, a pair of light grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. It was too hot for a shirt, he claimed, and you weren't complaining. You were leaning on the breakfast bar in his house, watching the tanned Adonis you were lucky enough to call your boyfriend making you breakfast.

He was focused on the eggs, his head tilted down to give you his incredibly sharp profile, his long hair shining in the sunlight and flopping into his eyes. He'd shaved in the bathroom, so he was back to a perfectly shaped stubble shadow.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" You asked him, his attention snapping to you with a raised eyebrow and a slight quirk of his lips. He loved compliments. "It's truly distracting," which made him break out into a grin, forcing him to look away for a moment as you spotted a light pink hue creeping up his neck. He put the pan of eggs down away from the head and came over to where you were, lifting you onto the counter with ease and settling himself between your legs.

"I think I'm supposed to be the one to call you beautiful," his voice was a low rumble in his chest, his accent made the words sound like cursive.

"You can show me," you offered, earning yourself a raised eyebrow and a very smug look.

"It would be my honour,"

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[ynscrazylife]

🥱🏕🌠😘 - Steve Rogers?

Human Shield | S.R

Summary: You have this ability to bring out Steve’s sassy side, which is evident with yours and his constant bickering. That changes, though, on a camping trip.

Authors Note: Just pretend that jellyfish are in lakes.

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It was a known fact within the Avengers that you and Steve Rogers did not get along. You thought that he was too stuck-up and bossy, always in the “Captain” mode, and Steve thought that you were too reckless and never listened. The two of you frequently got into arguments whenever and wherever — so it was no surprise when the bickering started as they were walking.

“Who’s bright idea was it to go camping again?” Tony asked as they trudged up an incline.

“Steve’s, I bet,” you said almost instantly, trailing behind the billionaire. You’d take any opportunity available to insult the Captain.

Steve, who was in front of Tony, looked over his shoulder and paused for a moment. “You really had to ruin the peace by talking, didn’t you?” He snapped, already a bit grumpy as this was meant to be a bonding trip for the team and all you and Tony done since leaving the tower was complain.

“Oooh, cranky, are we? It would’ve been rude to leave Stark’s question unanswered, wouldn’t it? As the Please and Thank You Police, I’d think you’d understand,” you bit back without hesitation.

“I am so not getting in the middle of this,” Tony muttered, stepping around you and heading towards the back.

As he found a place besides Natasha and Clint, the sounds of yours and Steve’s voices growing louder and louder could be heard. “You really had to get them started?” Natasha complained.

“Please — they can make an argument out of anything. What do you want me to do, never talk again?” Tony said, scoffing.

“Yes,” the spy and the archer deadpanned.

Once the team got up the incline, they found a nice clearing to set up their tents. As everyone got to work, though, you became distracted. There were tons of bugs flying around you, just waiting to take a chunk out of your skin.

Having finished setting up his own tent, Steve smirked as he watched you flail around in vain. “Having trouble there?” He teased.

You paused momentarily to glare at Steve and then slapped your arm when you saw a bug there, muttering an “Ouch” which only made Steve’s smirk grow. “If you don’t have bug spray, don’t talk to me, Rogers,” you said, annoyed.

“Oh, I do have bug spray, but why should I give it to you? Maybe I will if you say please and thank you . . . I am the police of it, right?” He said, throwing your own words back in your face.

You scowled at him. “Never.”

“Suits you,” Steve said, shrugging. “You know, isn’t it odd that a big, scary Avenger like you is afraid of some tiny bugs?” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes, opening your mouth to give him a remark when Tony’s sudden boisterous laughter cut you off. Turning around, you narrowed your eyes at the man. “What?”

Tony gestured around. “Everyone has chosen who they’re gonna bunk with . . . Which means you and Rogers are stuck together,” he said.

Sure enough, as you and Steve looked around, everyone was standing side-by-side at their tents. Frantically, you looked at Tony, finding that he was alone. “Can‘t I room with you?” You pleaded.

Tony smiled, shaking his head. “I’d like to sleep in peace — which means, no roommates. Sorry,” he said, but didn’t sound apologetic at all.

Your gaze slowly found Steve, the both of you frowning. Steve’s eyes were fixated on Tony, his jaw set as he glared at his supposed friend. “Trust me, I’m not fond of this either,” he said, before dragging his eyes to meet yours. He forced a smile. “But it looks like we’re stuck together, sugar.”

A dangerous flash sparked in your eyes but before you could gnaw at him for that nickname, Natasha appeared at your side, placing a calming (and warning) hand on your arm. She gently pulled you back. “How about we have a campfire?” She suggested, changing the topic of conversation.

Around ten minutes later, the group was situated around the campfire. You and Steve were as far away as you could get, a move orchestrated by the others. You sat next to Natasha, twirling your marshmallow around at the end of its stick. “I cannot believe how insufferable he is,” you complained, referring to Steve. “He never stops!”

Beside you, Natasha found herself unable to contain a smile. “You realize Steve has never talked to anyone like the way he argues with you, right? I mean, Stark comes close because he can be rather annoying but . . . I don’t think you realize that you get under his skin way more than Stark does. I wonder why,” she observed.

“He just has some problem with me and he’s too high up on his horse to actually be a human being about it. I mean, everyone is fooled by his Captainness, but he’s just an ass,” you continued on complaining, too involved with your own whining about him that you were oblivious to Natasha’s reactions.

She nodded along and continued smiling, humming a bit. “Mhm . . . So you hate his guts completely?” She prodded, before taking a bite of her marshmallow.

“As long as he hates mine and keeps being the absolute prick he is, then I hate his,” you said, before getting bored of roasting your marshmallow and eating it plain.

Natasha just shook her head. She couldn’t believe how stubborn you were sometimes but at the same time, with how you acted with and about Steve, it completely made sense. As you readied yourself to probably complain about the man again, she quickly changed the topic.

Thankfully, for the rest of the night, the Avengers managed to keep you and Steve from snapping at each other. After wrapping up the campfire, with night falling, the group lounged at the river. You, Natasha, Clint, and Tony had brought along bathing suits while Thor, Bruce, and Steve sat and engaged in their own conversations. The only incident that occurred was when Steve was skipping rocks and a pebble accidentally nailed you in the head. It was an actual accident, but you didn’t believe it when Steve was struggling to hide his laughter at your reaction.

“See, I told you. A prick,” you muttered to Natasha.

Natasha just decided to go along with it. There was no use arguing. But, as she observed Steve hide his smile and Bruce smack him lightly on the arm, the wheels in her head began to turn. He was usually so composed, the most composed, and would never laugh at even the tiniest of things that happened to a teammate. Unless it was you or Stark, of course. With Tony, it made sense. They had been at each other’s throats before, but Tony didn’t push Steve like you did. Tony didn’t make Steve disregard his usual composure like you did.

There was something different in how you affected Steve and how he affected you, Natasha was sure of it. She had been your friend a while and even though you complained about Steve, she had never seen you talk about anyone more.

Something was up. And she smirked, deciding to keep that piece of information to herself.

Slowly but surely, the Avengers started to wade out of the water and go to bed until it was only you and Steve left. The two of you kept to yourselves, keeping yourselves occupied and managing to not bother each other, until Steve’s gaze settled on you. He couldn’t help his smirk when he saw you yet again swatting at bugs.

“Do you need my shield to protect you?” He called out, teasing once again.

You turned around, ready to retort, when you felt a sharp and powerful sting just above your hip, on your abdomen. You instantly recoiled, jumping away with a yelp, before losing your footing and plunging under the water.

Steve’s posture straightened as suddenly, he stared intently at the water. Feeling his heart thump in his chest, the seconds felt like hours until you resurfaced, scrambling back. “Shit!” You yelled hoarsely, coughing out water.

Even from there, in the dark, he could tell that this wasn’t good. The soldier jumped up, sprinting into the water and not caring about the change in temperature as he waded over to you. “There was a jellyfish . . . And I hit my ankle against a rock,” you rasped, taking heavy breaths as you turned around and faced Steve. In that moment still, a small part of you hated that Steve was seeing you like this, but you didn’t have much choice.

Any and all thoughts and feelings of annoyance that he previously held towards you disappeared once Steve got close. He could see that you were upset and in pain. “Can you walk?” He asked.

You tried to take a step, but only ended up stumbling directly into Steve. He found his arms wrapping around you, holding you. You let out a frustrated grunt, lamely pushing at Steve’s chest. “I’ll be fine, I don’t need your help or any of your jokes,” you muttered.

Steve’s first instinct was to roll his eyes at your stubbornness, but then he realized what was going on: you weren’t foolish. He knew that at heart. He knew you. You knew you were injured and needed help. But you didn’t want Steve because of your relationship with him. You didn’t want him to tease or make fun of you.

The realization that you thought he would do that, that his past behavior had made you think that, made him gulp down a load of guilt. “No jokes, I promise. I just want you to be okay,” he said.

You allowed him to hold you, taking a moment to take some deep breath. You leaned heavily on Steve, unable to put weight on her ankle. “You’ve gotten yourself all wet now for no reason . . . Also, I don’t think I can walk,” you muttered.

“Well I’d say that it’s for a good reason, then, if you can’t walk,” Steve pointed out. “Can I carry you?”

You let out a long, slightly dramatic sigh. “If you must . . .” You said, knowing that Steve would have to carry you no matter what you said.

Steve smiled in amusement and gently picked you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he gingerly carried you back to the tent. It was a bit of a struggle to unzip the tent and actually get inside, but teamwork made the dream work and you two handled it.

Steve set you down on your sleeping bag before stepping away. “Lemme just change quickly,” he muttered, before turning away and changing into warm and dry clothes. You waited patiently, although you were cold and in pain yourself.

When he was finished, he knelt down beside you and gave you a small smile. “Okay, I have some stuff for the jellyfish sting,” he said, before digging into the bag he had packed.

You watched him, distracted from the pain. “Some might get the idea that you were an army nurse instead of a soldier with how good you are at this,” you teased, admiring how he seemed to know just what to do and what to grab.

“I spent a lot of time patching Bucky up as kids,” Steve explained, flashing a grin.

“I bet,” you said.

He carefully worked on treating your sting and when you felt his fingers against your flesh, you couldn’t help but flinch a little bit. Just the fact that he was so close was causing butterflies to swarm in your stomach, which then in turn made you blush. Not only that, but of course Steve’s touch was the softest and the kindest.

Steve glanced up at your face, his grin blooming into a smug smirk. “Are you warm, darling? Your face is rather red,” he teased.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you felt his breath, skin tingling. You were sure your blush had just deepened, and by the even smugger look on Steve’s face, it had. “On the contrary, I’m quite cold,” you changed the topic, referencing your wet clothes and the water.

When you first realized you might be attracted to Steve, it was when he got all mad at you for disobeying an order on a mission. You thought he was rather cute and hot when he was mad and barely listened to his scolding. But, you pushed it all down and was determined to hate him instead. You refused to admit you were attracted to someone who was able to crawl under your skin like he was, that just seemed to know how to annoy you the most and exploit it . . .

Now, though, you were seeing a different, non-annoying side of the famed Captain America.

Steve glanced at you and nodded in sympathy. “I’m almost done,” he assured you, before finishing up the treatment and applying a bandage. He then moved onto your ankle, muttering a small apology when you winced when his touch was too hard and hurt. “I don’t think you’ve broken it, but I’ll still wrap it just in case.” He did just that and got an ice pack for it.

You let out a content sigh at the coolness of it and leaned back. “Can I get your pajamas?” Steve asked, gesturing to your bag. A part of you didn’t want to appear weak and wanted to do it yourself, and Steve seemed to sense your hesitation. “Don’t worry, I still know that you can tear me down with just your words alone. Just let me help you. I won’t think any less of you and I’m more than happy to do it.”

At that, you gave in and nodded. “I might milk your help for a while, then,” you said, only half-teasing. The thought of sitting back and relaxing while Steve got you what you needed was tempting. Less for you to have to do, right?

He pulled out a Mickey Mouse themed t-shirt and black shorts, tilting his head to the side. “Cute,” he teased right back.

You rolled your eyes. “I just threw in whatever was in my drawer,” you defended yourself, catching the pajamas when he tossed them to you.

Steve just nodded and turned around, giving you your privacy. It took a little longer than normal, more difficult with your injuries, but you managed to get the pajamas on. “You can turn around now,” you told him.

Steve did and walked over, looking at your sleeping bag. “That will not be comfortable. I have a blanket we can share if you sleep on top of the sleeping bag,” he said, going to grab it.

You raised your eyebrows, but didn’t say no. “Are you sure?” You asked, shifting so you were fully on top of the sleeping bag.

Steve nodded with a smile. He laid down on his sleeping bag next to you and then draped the blanket over the both of you. “Good night, then?” He asked.

“Good night,” you said, returning his smile. You could not believe you were getting along with Steve Rogers, but you liked it.

Steve turned off the lamp next to him, plunging you both in the darkness. The only sounds that could be heard were the crickets outside. A couple minutes passed as you both got comfortable, but it didn’t take long for Steve to notice that you were shivering from the cold.

He pursed his lips unhappily. Even though he had been annoyed by your “recklessness”, he knew at his heart that you weren’t really reckless, you just didn’t like to listen to him. And, deep down, he knew that a part of him liked it. He liked that you were the one challenging him because it was . . . You. You had this way about you, this confidence and spark and fun. Not to mention, in Steve’s eyes, you were beautiful. But had had convinced himself that it would never work. You guys were too different, right? But ever since you got hurt, he couldn’t allow himself to ignore it anymore.

He wanted you and, if he was right, had a feeling that you wanted him, too.

Then, he saw you begin to swat at the bugs again, and smiled fondly. “Wow, still?” He said, his voice low and deep.

You let out a frustrated huff. “They won’t go away!” You complained.

An idea came to Steve and he decided to take a chance. “How about I shield you, then?” He suggested.

You paused, turning to him. “Huh?” You asked, confused.

Steve shifted closer and wrapped his arms around you, your head falling against his chest, nestled under his chin. When you didn’t move away or protest, he wrapped one leg around both of yours. “See? I’ve become your human shield. The bugs won’t get you now,” he said.

At first, being so close to Steve made the butterflies in your stomach fly around, but you began to relax after a moment. When the blond started running his fingers through your hair, you knew he was doing it to lull you to sleep. “This is just you wanting to cuddle with me, Rogers,” you teased, your voice sleepy.

“Maybe . . . But you like it. You’re gonna be out like a light within minutes,” he teased right back.

You let out a small, quiet hum and sure enough, proved Steve right. It took no time at all for your eyes to stay closed and for you to succumb to sleep. When Steve noticed, he just smiled, only stopping running his fingers through your hair when he fell asleep himself. Despite laying on the ground through sleeping bags, it was the most comfortable of sleep either of you had ever had.

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[loreensdarling]

Oh my, I finally finished writing this. No idea how to format Tumblr but here's a link to my first ever post on AO3!! Honestly don't think it'll get any hits, but eh

Warnings: 3000 something words??, Eye of sion!!!! Sabine and Shin beat the living shit out of each other, get drunk and sleep together (I don't mean sex, I mean in a bed), they're lesbians

Sabine was sitting in her "cell" behind shut doors, leaned against the hard wall behind her. Her eyes were shut, it would seem as if she was sleeping, but she was wide awake. In her hand she held a small and flat silvery flask. It was opened and the smell that came from it was pretty distinct.

It was alcohol. Of course it was. It wasn't exactly like Sabine liked to drown her sorrows, but she always carried a flask of a strong Mandalorian liquor with her, for situations like this. Too often had she gotten herself stuck up in situations like this and there was nothing better to do when she was stuck behind bars temporarily.

The purple haired woman hoped to eventually just fall asleep. She'd check the ship out tomorrow, maybe she would find a training room where she could spar in her free time. Or maybe a canteen. Anything to kill time on this damn hyperspace ring would be great.

She had been sitting here for what felt like hours. At first she'd stared into nothing. Did some reflection, as Skoll had suggested. It only brought her to the conclusion that she really was the worst candidate to be a Jedi. She couldn't even save her Master. Ahsoka was dead because of her.

When she couldn't stand the thought anymore, she'd tried pacing up and down in this tiny room. It didn't last for long. Sabine hated to be in small rooms. It made her feel jittery and nauseous. She didn't want to be in small rooms unless she could distract herself, get busy with something, whether that be a piece of tech to take apart or something for her to paint. Something to fiddle with was also a great option.

When the short-lived pacing started to drive Sabine insane, she growled in frustration, sitting back down and leaning her back against the cold wall behind her. She reached into her bag that she had gotten to keep after Skoll and Morgan had removed anything weapon-like from it and pulled out a small, silvery flask. While she was here and had nothing to do, she could very well just get drunk and eventually fall asleep.

So here she sat, flask in her hand, leaving a few minutes between every swallow of liquor. It was strong, so she took her damn time with it. That was at least until the door suddenly opened with a hiss.

Sabine opened her eyes, eyeing the person who was standing in the door. It was Shin Hati, the dark side apprentice that had stabbed her only weeks before. The woman who seemed to follow her everywhere, the woman she encountered in her dreams.

She furrowed her eyebrows, waiting for Shin to open her mouth and say something as she just stood there in the doorway, glaring at Sabine. "Fight. Now.", she finally said, a slight accent peaking in her rough voice that Sabine couldn't quite pin down or identify. It sent shivers down her spine, and she chuckled.

"No.", the purple haired woman replied with snark, her lips curling into a smirk. She didn't feel like fighting right now. She just wanted to sit and numb her thoughts momentarily. The strong liquor helped, although Sabine wasn't drunk yet by far. She had Mandalorian tolerance. She could drink all night and still stand, and probably still fight just as good.

Shin breathed out noticeably enraged when Sabine replied snarkily, her icy blue eyes staring back into Sabine's soft brown eyes. "Yes.", she demanded through gritted teeth.

The Mandalorian took some time to reply, taking in Shins appearance. Her bleached, white hair, the dark roots. The wrapped padawan braid that laid across her shoulder. The usual Grey tunic that she wore. It was dirty and ragged. And Shin herself looked to be dirty and exhausted, her eye bags dark and prominent even though it was covered by her smudged smoky makeup. It seemed like she had gotten no rest as well.

"You look like you need sleep. Not a fight.", Sabine then remarked, screwing her flask close and tugging it away as she sat up. "Don't think a fight is the best idea for either of us, right now.", she made clear.

Shin was still standing in the door, hands balled to fists as she glared at Sabine. How dare she say something like that? It threw the white haired woman off entirely. Sabine watching her, making observations, and those observations being correct.

Shin wanted a fight, she needed a fight to get her head clear. Ironically she needed to get her head clear from the person sitting in this cell. And what better way to get over her than to beat her up, Shin thought. If Sabines face was all mashed up, she could impossibly think about the Mandalorian and how pretty she was in her armor, with the short hair, her gorgeous brown eyes that Shin could get lost in for hours-

Shin growled, sounding like a feral, wounded animal as she suddenly launched forwards with claws and teeth. She needed this fight and she would get it. Without hesitation she threw a punch at Sabine, who barely managed to dodge.

The purple haired Mandalorian had moved back wide eyed, scrambling off the bench to avoid a well placed punch towards her jaw. "What the fuck!", she hissed, pushing Shin away when she jumped at her again. "Stop that! I told you I'm not up-", again, she dodged a punch.

Shin was like a feral animal, all claws and teeth, rough punches, rough like the lines of her face, the shape of her body. The shape of her body that had become so familiar to Sabine over the weeks they had fought, even if it was hidden by robes before and still, right now.

Shin moved back for a second, only to drop her cloak for free movement, before jumping forwards again, landing a hard punch towards Sabines jaw. "Fight back!", she hissed, as Sabines head snapped back. The Mandalorian hissed in pain, her eyes filling with rage.

Shin grinned successfully when now Sabine launched forwards, kicking towards her ribs, and throwing punches. She'd finally managed to push the other woman's buttons, but if she'd eventually regret it would be another question.

The two women fought in the small room, teeth and claws, biting and kicking, punching each other like they were each other's biggest enemy. And they were, weren't they? They'd fight until the end. Exhaustion, in this case.

Eventually, Sabine managed to overpower Shin, pressing her to the floor. She'd caught her wrists with her own hands, sitting on her lower abdomen to push her down. She intensely stared at the woman lying beneath her, who was glaring up at her, her icy blue eyes boring into Sabines deep brown ones as Sabine glared down at her.

"Stop it.", she hissed out of breath as Shin struggled to get free beneath her. She looked rough. Bruises were now forming on her sharp cheekbones, and probably all across her body, as they were on Sabines body as well. They were both panting, exhausted from the fight, both adorned with bruises and scratch marks, they had thrown everything at each other like feral animals.

In the end, Sabine had probably needed to get something out as well. She felt better now than she had wallowing in self pity. And Shin was visibly more at ease as well, although still tense with her enemy pinning her down. "Get off me.", she commanded sharply.

Sabine raised a teasing eyebrow. "Oh, first you attack me, now you want me off?", she scoffed, leaning closer. "No. I don't trust you.", she said, hovering over Shins face.

She had not missed the blush that was creeping up on Shins cheeks, the longer she glared up at her. Her glance switched between Sabines lips and her eyes, her own lips parting just slightly as her breath hitched.

Unconsciously, Sabine shifted closer, until their lips were only centimeters apart. She could feel Shins breathing on her lips, as she stared up at her, her usually icy blue eyes clouded over with something else. Desire. The thing that was mirrored in her own eyes.

Sabines breath hitched and her eyes widened and suddenly she snapped back, clearing her throat. There was a blush creeping up her neck and cheeks and she quickly turned away, letting go of Shin and getting off her.

Shin sat up quickly, her usually pale cheeks a bright red. She let her hair fall into her face immediately as she scrambled to her feet, her thoughts racing, fast.

Sabine cleared her throat again, unsure of how to react, what to do or say. After a few moments passed and Shin still hadn't run away like Sabine expected, she hesitantly looked up to look at the blonde.

Shin was standing there, staring at Sabine. Her hands were balled to fists, she was tense, but seemed to be like in a trance. Her eyes were switching between looking at Sabine and staring at her lips, as she was absentmindedly biting her own lips.

Sabine felt a blush creep up her neck and cheeks again, as she stared back at Shin for a second, before reaching back into her bag, pulling out the flask again. She twisted it in her hand for a second, unsure, before reaching it towards Shin, offering. "Do you want some?"

Shins eyes widened, as she snapped out of it. Her pale cheeks immediately flushed red and she looked away, letting her hair cover her face. "What-" "It's booze. Mandalorian booze. It's pretty strong, I always take some with me for... Unfortunate situations.", the Mandalorian explained, tilting her head to the side, her purple hair falling into her face.

Before she could react and push her short hair out of her face, Shin reached out and gently pushed the hair aside. She immediately pulled her hand back, blushing furiously, while Sabine just stared back at her, eyes widened.

Now it was Shins turn to clear her throat, as she reached out for the flask, taking it from Sabine and tilting it in her hand. "Why?", she asked. Why was the Mandalorian offering her a drink? Alcohol, on top of that. Baylan wasn't a fan of alcohol.

He preferred if Shin kept her head free from substances, always ready to go. If she was intoxicated, she couldn't fight. Therefore, Shin had rarely tried alcohol before. Her tolerance wasn't the best, either. She looked at the flask, suspiciously. "If you're trying to poison me-", she started, but was stopped by laughter from Sabine.

"It's a peace offering, di'kut, why would I want to poison you? Who would be my company on this ship then?", Sabine chuckled, slightly tilting her head. "Besides, you saw me drinking from the same flask when you came in and I haven't dropped dead yet, have I?", she raised an eyebrow and Shin shook her head.

The blonde had furrowed her eyebrows when Sabine suddenly called her something, presumably, Mandalorian. It didn't sound mean, even though Shin had never heard the word before. Looking down at the flask, eyebrows still furrowed, she opened it and smelled it.

She looked back up with widened eyes. It smelled very strong. "Are you serious?", she asked the purple haired Mandalorian, who had sat back down on the bench and was watching her with an amused look on her face. Sabine nodded. "Mhm. It's good."

The woman on the bench cocked her head to the side slightly. "You don't have to, if you don't want to. I'm not forcing you to get drunk with me.", she clarified. Sabine wouldn't force Shin to anything. It was a peace offer, and if Shin would take it was up to her.

Hesitantly, Shin looked between the shut door and Sabine, before dropping her cloak and sitting on the bench next to her. Without the cloak, she suddenly seemed much smaller, her shoulders slouched for once as she pulled her knees up to her chest, to tuck them under her chin. She stared at the flask for another moment, before unscrewing it and taking a sip.

Sabine raised an eyebrow and waited, her head turned towards the younger woman next to her. A moment later Shin pulled a disgusted face, almost coughing the alcohol back up. "Oh, this is disgusting. Why are you drinking this?", she complained.

Sabine chuckled. "It's strong. And it's familiar... So it helps. It doesn't have to taste good, it just needs to be effective.", she shrugged. She was more or less used to the taste. Also, since she knew this stuff, she knew her tolerance could take much more than this one flask. But could Shin take more, she asked herself when she was handed the flask back.

Sabine took a sip as well, feeling the familiar, strong taste wash down her throat. She sighed. "You know, this is much better than us trying to kill each other. I like this.", she admitted. Maybe she liked Shin, as well. But she wasn't ready to admit that just yet. So she just sat in silence and reached the flask back to Shin, just watching the woman next to her and observing quietly.

Shin was gorgeous. Her sharp cheekbones, the little moles in her face and her bone white hair that fell into her face. Of course Sabine had noticed all this before, she just didn't have time to admire all of it yet. Admire Shin. Not that she wanted to, she told herself.

To distract from the fact that every single time the other woman was around, her heart sped up, beat a little faster.

To distract from how her thoughts raced whenever she noticed herself staring at Shins lips, and how her breath quickened just a little bit.

To distract from the thoughts and dreams she had about Shin ever since the other woman had stabbed her.

Sitting in silence, Sabine watched Shin, who slowly took another sip and frowned. The liquor was really strong and to her, it tasted disgusting. But Shin still wanted it, she too was caged up on this ship and frustrated. Alone with her thoughts. Reaching the flask back to Sabine, she laid her head on top of her knees and arms.

Hunched and balled up like this, she looked much smaller and more vulnerable, especially without her cloak that she usually had around her shoulders. Her head was turned towards Sabine, her usually clear blue eyes already clouded by intoxication as she watched the purple haired Mandalorian closely.

Sabine gazed right back at her as she took another sip. She sighed. The flask was almost empty, only a few more sips left. "Well, there's not much left. Guess we're going to have to face reality soon.", she chuckled dryly, sarcastically.

"Mhm…", Shin responded, seemingly tired, her head still resting on her knees. She blinked. She felt a little dizzy, out of her body. Sure, the Mandalorian liquor was strong, but Shin didn't anticipate it to knock her out so quickly, even with her low tolerance. "Shit.", she mumbled, as she watched Sabine take another sip, just like that. "Is your tolerance in the heavens?", she asked with exasperation.

"I'm Mandalorian, Kurs'kaded, we have a very high tolerance.", Sabine chuckled, leaning closer to Shin teasingly. "Don't tell me two sips of this stuff are taking you out already. Is your tolerance that low?", she raised an eyebrow as she leaned even closer, almost touching noses with Shin.

Shin blushed hard, quickly shaking her head as good as she could, still leaning on her knees. "No!", she responded defensively, but it was clear that she was intoxicated.

"You're drunk.", Sabine stated, clearly amused. She was still nose to nose with a blushing Shin. She found it adorable, if she was being honest with herself. Shin looked cute like this, balled up and blushing at her.

Sabine chuckled, before pulling back slightly." You're drunk.", she stated again. "You're quite cute like this. When you're not trying to murder me, I mean, that's when you look very cute.", she commented without thinking about it.

Shin immediately blushed furiously. "You think I'm cute?", she asked, not entirely sure if Sabine actually meant it. "... You know I could kick your ass at any given second.", she threatened, but her mouth curled into a soft grin. No, she wouldn't kick Sabine's ass. Not when Sabine looked so kissable right now…

Shin sighed. "You're a dumbass. I want to kiss you so badly.", she admitted, still blinking up at the Mandalorian slowly. Drunk thoughts were honest thoughts, and in Shin's case right now, they were secret desires she'd been pushing back ever since she'd stabbed Sabine and Sabine had still swung out at her after that.

Sabine's eyes widened and she nervously combed her fingers through her purple hair, trying to hide the furious blush that was creeping up on her cheeks as well. "Well, what are you waiting for, Kurs'kaded?", she asked, leaning forwards again.

The dark Jedi only hesitated for a second, before lifting her head and softly pressing her lips to the Mandalorians. The kiss was innocent and sweet, the faint taste of alcohol lingering on both of their lips. Shin sighed softly, reaching out and cupping Sabine's cheek, pulling her closer. Sabine let her, leaning into the kiss.

They only broke apart a few moments later, both drawing in a deep breath.

Shin's pupils were big, bigger than usual. Her mind was blown, her lips stood open slightly. She'd wanted to kiss Sabine for so long and now she finally got to experience the Mandalorians lips. And she finally had to admit to herself that the fleeting crush she had on the purple haired woman was more than just a simple crush. Her hand was still on Sabine's cheek, brushing her thumb over her cheekbone softly.

"Kriff. Sabine Wren, I might actually be in love with you.", she announced wide-eyed, coming to a crushing realization. She didn't know why it had taken her alcohol to realize it. It had been so painfully obvious the entire time, but Shin was an oblivious dumbass.

Sabine pulled back slightly, her hand finding Shin's on her cheek. She wound her fingers around the other woman's hand ever so gently, holding it. "You really mean that?", she whispered, firmly looking into the eyes of the woman sitting across the bench, watching her closely. She had the urge to reach out and push Shin's bone-white hair out of her face. Her Shin.

Shin nodded slowly. "I mean it.", she whispered, honestly. Her feelings were so strong, they were beginning to overwhelm her. Shin was tired, drunk and tired, and she just wanted to take a nap right now. But not without Sabine, Sabine, who was her favourite person in the entire world. No, she was her entire world.

"I love you too, Kurs'kaded", Sabine responded softly, finally reaching out to brush the Jedis white hair out of her face, gently. "You look tired…", she then remarked, concerned.

Shin nodded, sleepily. "I think I need a nap…", she responded to Sabine's concern, her heart filling with a warm, fuzzy feeling. Love. Yes, it was love. Love, Love, Love. The word repeated in her head, over and over, as she reached out for Sabine.

Sabine reached out as well, pulling Shin closer as Shin untucked her knees from under her chin, instead tucking herself into Sabine's side, cuddling up to her without a second thought. It felt natural, like a wolf conquering its moon. She was the wolf, Sabine the moon. Her moon.

Sabine smiled softly as the dark side apprentice tucked herself into her side. She gently brushed her fingers through her soft, bone white hair, humming softly.

#wolfwren #wolfwren on the eye of scion #shin hati #sabine wren #shinbine #sabine wren x shin hati #star wars #ahsoka #ahsoka series #lesbian sabine wren #lesbian shin hati #they kiss #after getting drunk #then they sleep together #in the same bed

[daywalkers-fic]

my plans to keep up with this month's prompts in chronological order have gone out the window so here I am once again, I'm torn into pieces. I offer a short story about meeting a “tall, handsome, stranger” that not only smacks you in the head, but might also be trying to rob you too.

Im a fan of interactive fiction - the community on tumblr is amazing!! writing Daywalkers as one did cross my mind early on—a fun thought I might entertain again someday. here’s my shot at writing in the second person. not proofread, pls pardon me.

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yeehawgust day 7: tall, handsome, stranger

The sun beat down mercilessly overhead as your train pulled into town. You had undone your neckerchief and the first top buttons of your shirt, loosening the fabric to better fan yourself with it. Sensibilities be damned—the only thing on your mind was a bath and a good night’s rest.

“Excuse me,” you said, approaching the nearest station attendant, “How might I get to Charlie Quigg's bar from here?”

“Ser,” he greeted you with a polite nod, “You're looking for Sally's Singin' Spittoon Saloon?”

You couldn't recall the exact name of your uncle’s bar, but you remembered that it was something long with an odd rhyme—Sally's Singin' Spittoon Saloon was close enough. “Yes, thank you.”

“It's a short-way’s walk south of here,” he pointed to the road in front of the station, “Head down towards the post office. Make a left, and the saloon’ll be right across from Ferne's Inn.”

Relieved to hear that your destination wasn't too far from where you were, you thanked him and hurried on your way. You should be at your uncle's in no time.

—Or, so you thought.

Thirty minutes later, you were still melting under the summer sun, still with all your luggage, and still, not yet at your uncle's. Ferne's Inn was easy enough find, there was a painted sign that read “FERNE’S INN”. It was your uncle’s bar that was nowhere to be found. Across the inn was a boarded-up barn. Unless Uncle Charlie sold his business without the family knowing, you were in the wrong place. You went back to the station twice and back to retrace your steps—to no avail. There was no sign of Sally or her Singin' Spittoon Saloon anywhere.

Defeated, you headed to the inn in a dizzying trance. The heat fatigue was really getting to you.

“Hi,” the woman at the front desk chirped, “Welcome to Ferne's Inn.”

“One room and bath, please,” you replied hoarsely.

“We have a few vacancies. Do you have any particulars? Size? View? We have a room ready on our first floor, but many of our guests stay and enjoy the cozy—”

Bless this woman. She was doing a very good job to ensure that your room was to your liking, but you were becoming irritably restless. “I’ll take the first floor.”

“Room 1C it is then! You can go on ahead and get settled in. I’ll come fetch you when the bath room is ready.”

You’re not you when you’re overheating—is anyone? You body was built for the cooler seasons back home. Newbarrow summers were more dry than humid, but it was still too hot for you. Could you last the summer here?

After a wash and quick meal, you felt much better. Alert and refreshed, the change of clean clothes was also very comforting. You were on your way out to speak with front desk again when the door to your room opened. Unfortunately, you were too distracted to notice, fiddling with a stubborn button on your sleeve, and walked right into it. There was a concerning smack! as your face hit the wood.

“Shit!” you hissed, cradling your head.

“Christ alive!” a voice yelped.

A hammering pain shot to your forehead, and the hit to your nose made your eyes water terribly. Your fingers immediately brushed over the tender areas, checking for blood. You'll definitely be waking up tomorrow with bruises, but you were at least glad to feel that nothing was broken or bleeding. Through your tearing eyes, you looked up at the stranger in your doorway.

They stood at least a head and a hat taller than you. You blinked to clear your vision and get a better look at them. As their features came into focus, your breath faltered.

This was not good.

Before your trip, you had read about a string of crimes in the area. A gang of “devishly good looking” crooks were wanted for robbery and assault—their victims were often single, lone travelers.

Here you were, an unaccompanied newcomer that should have been more cautious, and they, a handsome stranger, was almost towering over you in your room.

You retreated backwards, head throbbing and heart racing. To your horror, the stranger stepped in further after you.

“Careful, are you alright?” “I don’t have any money!”

They blinked. “You think I’m here to rob you…?”

You looked away, refusing to participate in whatever mind games they were trying to play. There was no need to stare at your attractive assailant for any longer, either—you had seen enough to identify them later on. Never mind their hair, their rolled up sleeves, their deep brown eyes that complimented their skin and framed their face nicely—

No. Should you die today, you will not go down without a fight. You used your body weight to push them out into the hall and lock the door.

Of course their arms would catch your door before it closed. “I’m not here to rob you.”

“That’s exactly what a robber would say!” you grunted, fighting to close the door on them.

“Hey! I—ok, that might be true. But I’m not here to hurt you!”

“Get away from me!”

“Why are you so strong?”

“I'm fast, too. I'll be at the police station faster than you can even follow!”

“If anyone here is a criminal, it's you!”

Fine, you'll bite. “What do you mean?”

“You were behind the door all small and sneaky. You were waiting to ambush me!”

“What is that supposed to—!” “Will you just—!”

In the moment of confusion, your force on the door faltered and it swung open. You stumbled backwards and they fell forward towards you. They were able to catch themselves on the door frame, and managed to also catch you before you could fall, too. Their hands were firm on your arm, enough to steady you, but gentle enough so as not to hurt you. Wide eyes and heavy breaths met yours, the two of you stayed like this for a few still seconds. You could feel warmth bloom from under your skin, spreading up across your entire face—sore forehead and nose, cheeks and all. You were the first to look away, and they were the first so speak again.

“What are you doing in my room?” they asked slowly, releasing your arm.

Now you were feeling doubtful. You looked at the plated letter on the front door. “No, this is my room.”

They opened their mouth to say something, but immediately pressed their lips shut after looking at the the room number.

“…this is not Room 1E.”

You remained where you were, unsure if this was a part of their schtick or if they truly did mistake your room for theirs. You watched their face ease from confusion to worry, and then shock.

“I am so sorry,” they groaned, their face now in their hands. “My friend got me a room here last night. I was so tired, the only thing I could remember was it being down the right hall”—they dropped their hands with another groan—“I should’ve checked when I went out this morning. I apologize for startling you.”

You were inching back further into your room and moving slowly behind the door again, putting some distance between you. You’ll check their alibi with the front desk later. For now, you just wanted this person to leave.

“Exhausted delirium,” you nodded politely, “I get it.”

“Yeah,” they smiled at you sheepishly.

You couldn’t stand them looking at you like that.

“I, uh”— why were you getting flustered? They were the one in the wrong.

“Right. I’ll leave you to your day, then.” They took off their hat to run a nervous hand through their hair before putting it back on to nod at you.

“Take care,” you forced a small smile before quickly closing the door with the lock.

Shaken, you slumped down against the door. It hadn’t even been a full day yet and you managed to lose your family, almost get murdered, and awkwardly meet a tall, handsome, stranger. Was this worth writing to your friends back home about?

From the other side, you heard their voice trail down the hall, muttering. “The last time damn time Nicky takes me to the Spittoon…I swear I’ll…”

You shot up and scrambled for the door, poking your head out to call after them. “Hey! Wait!”

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I had no one particular in mind writing this :) just two random characters. Gender neutral encounter that also harkens to my aroace panik of meeting attractive people.

alternatively, I had a cursed a idea to write something about a group of three cowpoke friends nicknamed “tall”, “handsome”, and “strange”.

#yeehawgust #yeehawgust 2023 #writing #cowboy #outlaw #western #wild west #reader pov #injury cw #chicken scratch #gn reader #gay reader #tumblr bring back text alignment damnit #western fic #wip #i needed a saloon name it was almost the salty spitoon #weenie hut juniors

[phxntomsdusk]

So you're sirenbrainrot

okay so i didn’t expect this question to ever come up but yes, i was sirenbrainrot. i’ve attempted to put all of that behind me because i am insanely ashamed for my past on that account.

i had interacted with nsfw on that account, talked to people about it, without realizing how fucked up it was for a minor to be invading adult spaces like that.

i know i can make plenty of excuses about this, and i don’t think i can avoid the truth further, so i might as well say everything as to why i had done that before but why i’ve changed now.

when using that account i had been going through an extremely rough time mentally. i had been recovering and thinking through some shit that had happened in a previous relationship related to sexual assault and manipulation.

through this i realized im hypersexual yet asexual. its tough for me to deal with and i dislike myself for it. i thought the best way to deal with this was simply by voicing my thoughts, maybe if i got everything out there and read stuff it would make me feel better. but it didn’t.

i had brought down people with me and ruined many friendships i had gained, and i am taking full blame for that. i was a minor invading adults spaces simply because i didn’t know how to properly express what i was feeling, and thought that would be the best way out of it.

after the entire abby situation, i had spoken with a close friend of mine on it, and wanted to change myself for the better. one of my coping mechanisms is writing, which is why i love publishing in tumblr and wattpad, it gives me a place to express this.

i had completely stopped interacting with nsfw posts and reading any, since i’ve found that i didn’t actually enjoy it, i just enjoyed the thought of having something to distract my brain from everything that had been going on.

like i said it’s a bunch of lame and dumb excuses, but i am genuinely different from how i was on that account.

nsfw makes me uncomfortable and i hate that i’ve found myself falling back into that cycle of talking to adults about it, simply because i want to feel validated for what has happened in the past.

my hypersexuality is something i struggle to talk about and struggle to find ways to cope, meaning i would just indulge in that stuff for hours on end hoping to get my “fix” and feel better about myself.

i don’t want anyone to pity me for my feelings or think i’m being not genuine, because i truly mean it when i say i’m sorry and i’ve changed.

sirenbrainrot is not who i want to be anymore. sirenbrainrot was me invading the safe spaces of those who made it clear they didn’t want minors in their space.

i had hurt people and i feel horrible about it every day, i would love to reach out and apologize but i know no matter what i did what i had done, and there is no excuses.

i could sit here and say i’m only a kid and don’t know any better, but i do. the only thing that prompted me to act this way was personal issues i wasn’t voicing properly, and ended up making things so much worse for everyone who had been involved in that account.

i’ve done my best to put that past me and try to turn a new leaf, if you will. i strictly read and write sfw, i’ve voiced my thoughts and struggles with close trusted friends, and i’ve taken time to truly think over my actions.

i’m truly sorry for those who i’ve made uncomfortable, i’m sorry for people who i invaded on the siren account, just know i’m very different now and i stand by that.

#phxntom talks

[mariamariquinha]

Bossa Nova (Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x f!reader) - Four

Three | Five

Summary: Sometimes you hated the workings of your mind; it just didn't compare to how your job works.

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Bad words, a bit of angst, insecurity, low self esteem, talks about cheating, talks about sexism, slight mention of violence, a pinch of flirting, mention of body parts and... I guess that’s it. 

Author’s Note: YES! It happened! I’m really happy to share, it took me soooo long to write this. I don’t know if I already used this gif, but it’s him so NEVERMIND

Oh and I’m adjusting my posts given the new Tumblr’ updates, don’t worry. The light will shine and I’ll be able to be happy again! 

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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Los Angeles had an average population of 3.8 million. With a population growth of 0.7% a year and with one of the worst transits in the world, you could probably say that coincidences were an improbability. Hardly a high school friend would say that they saw you by chance on the street or you would find a distant relative there.

You liked these stats because they gave you security and a minimal chance of dealing with unpleasant encounters. A lot of people, a lot going on, it was more advantageous to go after celebrities in West Hollywood or Beverly Hills or on the way out of movie studios.

But you had to go to the farmers market that day - Fairfax District, it was in your neighborhood, sometimes you took advantage of paying so much for a house there. It was your father's insistence, to go there to buy fruit and, as he said, important food - accepting wasn't that hard, spending time with him was always good.

She was beautiful. A shorter, more streamlined version of Charlize Theron because despite not having the long legs, she had the smile, hair, and gaze of a woman of that caliber. You knew every possible detail about her because you did your research, in a much more difficult time when things were… different. Complicated. Aileen, that was her name. The ‘Aileen’ who traveled to Ireland every year because her family came from there. The ‘Aileen’ who had a perfect Pinterest with pictures of her apartment in Santa Monica and the time she visited a mansion in Bel Air - the only time you did that was in a case of the theft of golden statues of the Grinch. The ‘Aileen’ who turned out to be… her.

She wasn't the type to complain about the size of the kitchen window, probably because people naturally made things easier for her, more optimistic. It was easy to be like that when life privileged her in the right way. You weren’t like this. You complained about that damn window because Theodore never helped you clean the house, and from the beginning he chose a place that size, with that giant window.

When you saw her from a distance, you thought it was an illusion, that the sun was too hot and made your mind trick you somehow. It wasn't until the second glance, with narrowed eyes and your attention more focused, that you realized it was Aileen, standing at an organic food stall and looking at the products unpretentiously. It's okay, you thought, she must not even know who you are.

It was very quick, discreet, you were soon blinking a few times to distract yourself from the vision when your father returned with suggestions for an eggplant lasagna. If you looked a third time, she wouldn't be there anymore, and you could finish shopping without worrying about bumping into the woman.

Still, it was her. Out of 3.8 million people, you ended up seeing Aileen; THE Aileen, who was so much better when she was just a faceless name. Of course she wasn't a delicate, smiling woman, with all her features perfectly traced by God and who didn't get her hair tousled by the wind - if she did, it would be beautiful as in a Dior perfume campaign.

It looked silly. No, it was definitely nonsense. There was no reason to feel anything but indifference.

… Right?

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It was kind of random, actually, like your mind took you by surprise. A bad habit crawling your skull, your brain, your mind.

First you put on your panties and bra, conventional, without any details that would make them more… elegant and attractive in a way. Black, enough to hold your breasts. You paid attention to what you saw in the reflection - your arms, thighs, belly, cleavage, face. Everything looked normal. Reasonable. You've never been one to go to the gym like crazy, even though you sometimes used your LASD credential for it, and the main reason you lost a little weight was because of the whole diet situation and all. You were healthy, functional, some would even say ‘cool’ with that tattoo on your left thigh that made your mom freak out because it was so big; this goes from your thigh to your ribs! And what does a dragon mean anyway?

Standing there, post-bath and in your most natural state, you ran your fingers through your hair, then tugged at the skin of your face as if to find something there. Turned around, stared at your ass, then the other tattoo you had on the back of your neck, hidden most of the time - there was a discreet scar on your shoulder blade, left side, that gave you memories of a time that seemed a lifetime ago.

“Theo! Theo, what are we doing?” You were laughing a little breathlessly, your hand sweaty with your fingers locked in Theodore's, who was pulling you down the sidewalk with nimble, quick steps, ready for some partially illegal atrocity.

“Relax, we're almost there. You’ll like it.” His voice was whispered, fetching, a reflection of a behavior well out of the way that was part of who he was. Terrible, sagacious, agitated.

You've always liked different things, curiosity would almost eat you up inside, especially for things no one could prove: aliens, ghosts, the Bermuda Triangle, the truth about JFK. Theodore said he liked that about you, it made you unique. That night, you escaped from a birthday party that you had a time to get back from - eleven o'clock. There was an aura of danger and adventure to it all, especially since it was almost midnight and you two should have been home by now. Eighteen years old, these things could happen.

You stopped at a 'haunted' house that was about two blocks away from the party. It was big, your typical horror movie set with dumb protagonists, but you were excited.

With an opening hole in the wire fence surrounding the place, you had to duck through the cut wire, but your clumsiness resulted in a discreet cut. You hissed. Theodore noticed and gently, right there in the weird backyard of that ghastly place, he kissed the bruise, then your cheek, then your mouth.

You got home around two. Your mom just didn't ground you for more than two days because you were packed for Berkeley - not just with your stuff, but with the memory of something you held inside your heart for as much as you could.

You stared at the bedroom door with a deep frown, the tips of yours rubbing with some delicacy against the flesh of your thighs. No, it wasn't right. It shouldn't be like that. Aileen was a fucking ghost for so long and then she… She wasn't even guilty and it was an involuntary feeling; like fingers squeezing your insides, choking, testing one of the few truly authentic things in your life. Her fingers. Theo fingers.

Felt like a fresh cut even though it was all gone so long ago, a scar that opened at the first hint of memory of those terrible times - you even hated Theodore, but you hated more the idea of standing there, in the middle of your own bedroom, with a lump in the throat and reliving a sensation that was hardly allowed to be felt. The guilt, the lack of effort, the questions about where you went wrong when it wasn't really mistakes but choices. No, it really wasn't how it was supposed to be. You should have the resilience you held on to, the wisdom to take every step rationally, to just move on and not treat Aileen like a tormentor - a symbol that aroused your envy because she took something from you.

No, you thought for the third time, rubbing the skin of your face with your palms. She didn't take anything from you. He left. He was wrong. He chose. He made you small in your form as a woman. She… participated. As a accomplice. A partner.

“It’s always about your job! I don’t need a roommate, I need a woman! An accomplice! A partner! How can I find my happiness if you can’t even be the fucking wife you’re supposed to?!”

You clenched your fists tightly and took a deep breath. The thought inevitably made you angry.

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Conference room. Important manner.

For those new to the Department, Emma's behavior could be classified as 'absent' or 'volatile', much like a divorced father who has left and only appears every two years. She had a broader view of the work, made people more comfortable but never enough to break rules, even if she didn't agree with all of them; she was a progressive. Her parents went to Woodstock and she participated in pro-turtles protests - that was her way.

The email that popped up on your computer just said that. By protocol, there was a 'meeting' written in the subject box, accompanied by a very succinct text: time, place, level of urgency. An economy of words, as if they were too rare to be spent on long informative paragraphs.You liked that about her. Still, with your acquaintance, you knew each other well enough to know that the situation required attention, so you checked your watch so you wouldn't be late; hoping that wasn't a problem.

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It was a problem.

A big one.

And to be quite honest, it had been a mistake for you to think that the situation with Walsh would end that day. That's what you said to Emma when you saw the agent sitting next to his supervisor, as well as Lieutenant Brixton from Internal Affairs. It was a replay of what had happened the last time the confrontation between you two got to that point and judging by the way Mathias was serious, the situation fell more on him again - at least.

“We have a strict protocol on working together between agencies, especially in cases like the one we're dealing with right now,” Brixton started from his spot at the end of the table. “As the two of you have a history of conflict, I'd like to draw attention to an episode that occurred a few weeks ago and came to my knowledge recently.”

That made you frown at Emma, who just shook her head discreetly - later, she meant.

“The reason for this meeting is to come to an agreement on how to handle the situation going forward. I've heard from agent Walsh's side, it's not my place to correct his behavior but it's my obligation to remind him that we have an integration policy that deserves to be respected, especially with regard to our female employees.”

What your boss didn't say, Brixton took advantage of it and followed the ‘protocol’ bit by bit. This included extensive speeches at the lectures they concocted about sexism in the workplace, for example. It was kind of pointless, things were still happening and you were sure the DEA followed the same bureaucracy and there you were, dealing with Mathias.

“So, agent, why don’t you tell us what happened that day?”

You? Oh, yeah. Right. What happened that day.

You blinked a few times before clearing your throat, looking at Emma, then Walsh and his supervisor. The story slipped out of your mouth easily, at least until the memory of the little confrontation taking place.

“From what it says here, was it your day off?”

“Yes. I needed to resolve a personal issue.”

“Your divorce?”

“... Yes.”

“I'm just asking to verify the situation, I don't want to embarrass you or…”

“That’s okay,” Your answer came as fast as he started his excuses. Brixton nodded, got back to his papers and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Does Detective O'Brien have the autonomy to request your services?”

“Periodically, yes.”

“And do you know if he ever informed agent Walsh about this addition to the investigation team?”

“No.”

Mathias shifted uncomfortably in his chair, you saw it in your peripheral vision.

“Nick usually asks for her as a matter of professional affinity, they have been working together for some time and this has never interfered with the results of parallel investigations she was working on,” Emma complemented with a certain care, finding the necessity to explain her position… just because.

“We all know detective O'Brien's reputation in this regard but I warn you that it wouldn't be ideal for this to become a habit.”

“I’ll make sure of it,” She said with a nod.

“Now, agent, did the situation with agent Mathias Walsh affect you in any way? Did you feel attacked, perhaps… Morally harassed in some way?”

You had the answer to that question on the tip of your tongue, between the memory of you leaving the scene and that pathetic moment of crying in the bathroom. So you hesitated, pressed your lips together and looked at Mathias again.

“Considerably.”

“How so?”

“I believe that my personal life should not be used as an argument in the situation,” Your eyes were on Brixton again. “And as I said, I suggested that if agent Walsh was dissatisfied with the investigation process, he could address the responsible agency, not me. That’s the protocol.”

Protocol. It even sounded strange to say that out loud.

“Do you feel threatened by him?”

“No.” This answer came more assertively.

“Do you think you could continue the work eventually without major problems?”

“For me, yes,” And you increased that 'me', because you wanted to redirect the question to the said Mathias, who was always the main one bothered by everything.

“Right…” Brixton wrote something down in silence and you all waited for him just as quietly. He read a few more things, frowned, then raised his head at you while speaking. “What about detective Magalon?”

You frowned.

“What about him?”

“He witnessed what happened. Was he ever defensive, did he react in any way? Violently?”

It didn't take a genius to put things together, and even your distracted mind was able to understand what the point was; that meeting wouldn't have happened if Benny hadn't been there and if that punch had never existed. You almost believed that your well-being would make a difference.

Emma must have noticed this too because she was visibly annoyed.

“No, not at all. Everything he did was exactly as I said.”

“Riiiiight,” He repeated the word, this time saying it while writing more things down.

The conversation didn't go beyond that and after an hour, you were conditioned to see Mathias leaving the building with his supervisor with an impressive number of 0 words for you. Emma stayed behind to chat something with Brixton, so you waited in the hallway for the two of you to be alone and you started asking questions.

“I think we had good impressions today,” She said first, gesturing to the elevator nonchalantly. “But, you know, it’s always about the guys.”

“I noticed.”

“Honestly, I thought this story with Magalon was gossip, but it looks like the repercussions were pretty significant.”

“Do you know what happened between them?”

“They’re men, anything could lead into a fight,” You saw her pressing the call button with a discreet smile. “I thought you had some idea, considering your proximity to them.”

Them being Major Crimes. Huh. That shit again.

“You were the one who told me that I should be careful to maintain a professional relationship with them. Benny never was… Open, I guess. He keeps his distance.”

“It's amazing to know that you listen to me.”

You both entered the elevator, which was fortunately empty. She sighed with a defeated stance, leaning on one of the corners.

“Anyway, I think this served as a warning,” Emma said after a beat of silence and you stared dumbly at her, waiting for an elaboration. “I should have encouraged you to talk to Internal Affairs, not just scolded you. Sometimes I talk so much about female support that I forget I have the power to help in any way and… Well, having to hear that one of Nick's guys took the step was a slap in the face.”

This left you even more confused, if not perplexed.

“... What do you mean?”

“Huh?”

“By Nick’s guys. Who told the Internal Affairs about what happened?”

“Benny did. Just today, Brixton went to talk to Gina, he wanted to know…”

As much as you would have liked to know more details, no other words from her made sense or even entered your ears. There was a mix of assumptions about why Benny did that and the fact that it might be a risk to him, plus you guys only started talking for a very short time, if that was even considered a conversation. He was he. You were you. Nothing more, nothing less.

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“Can we talk?”

It wasn't like every interaction with Benny was an issue, but suddenly you were afraid to bring it up, especially when the said issue was that. With any luck, you had managed to catch up with him before he left for the night and after a whole day of thinking, you decided to give it a try. Henderson was beside him and looked as surprised as his partner. You glanced at the two of them, not wanting to say that you preferred it to be a private conversation, but Benny understood and said he'd meet his friend at the bar - for some reason, you waited for Henderson to disappear from your sight in the parking lot after kissing his cheek goodbye. Just to be sure.

“Are you okay?”

You pursed your lips at him, raised your eyebrows and nodded, adjusting the hem of your shirt that went up with the farewell.

“Mm-hm. Yeah, I… There’s something I want to ask you, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. What’s up?” He shifted from foot to foot, a bit concerned at your hushed tone.

“Brixton called me to a meeting today, he wanted to talk about what happened with Walsh that day. You know, from the liquor store,” It was a rather useless insinuation, Benny was already expressing recognition when you mentioned Brixton's name.

“Emma told you?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you mad at me?”

The question took you a little by surprise - no, very much by surprise. You'd expect a more heroic reaction, something like 'I did you a favor' or something, but no. Benny looked worried.

“... No! No, I’m not, I mean…”

“I didn’t want to assume, just…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

“You can tell me if you’re mad.”

“I’m not, promise.”

You two stumbled with your words for a moment, both determined to make assurances with phrases being spilled faster than your thoughts, basically. He clapped his mouth shut when you raised your hands to put an end in the babbling, obliging for the sake of giving you the word.

“It just caught me by surprise, like… You didn’t need to. I just thought it was risky for you, given the circumstances.”

“What circumstances?”

And you didn’t know he was teasing you or demanding that you say what was implied in words, but without a shadow of a doubt there was no questioning on the way he asked. You considered not saying anything, just shrugging your shoulders and muttering a 'you know', but Benny shifted on his foot again, patiently waiting.

“You literally punched the guy in the face,” Defeated, your shoulders relaxed while you gesticulated at him. “I’m sure he made it clear to Internal Affairs.”

“He did.”

“As I said.”

“But I don't think it was a risk.”

Like in the lab, you stared at each other for a while, but he decided to break contact first with a pinch to his nose, turning his head to the side with a chuckle. That's when you realized you must have a pretty confused face; a frown, mouth partially open not knowing what to say.

“The danger was throwing the punch and this already happened. That day, I saw the way he spoke to you, how hurt you were. I know it's none of my business, and again, I apologize for that, but these things… I should have said something, defended you.”

That shouldn't have made you back down like it did. That just shouldn't. Because it wasn't like he was putting himself in an alpha male position; it sounded more like regret for just not saying something to stop Mathias.

It came from a place of care, you thought, not authority.

“You did enough,” Your voice was steady, even if a little too soft, and a smile played on your lips - maybe the first real one since you woke up. “Thanks.”

“When I said ‘gotcha’ I meant that. No worries here. Besides, this sort of thing is for princes who rescue pretty ladies and I'm really not that kind of guy. I did what I should do.”

“Oh,” You scoffed. “Okay, right.”

“What? Don’t you believe me?”

“Your analogy was… interesting.”

“An analogy is an example of things,” He twisted his mouth and shook his head. “Consider this a joke. The ones that have a basis of truth.”

“You don't strike me as the type who aspires to be a prince.”

“But I like helping pretty ladies like they do.”

Once again, that shouldn't have made you back down, but you felt your cheeks burn at the comment he made, not least because he was watching you closely, gauging your reactions. That was subtle, understated, and he didn't move to be invasive in any way. Benny waited.

“I need to go,” He pointed behind his shoulder, already taking a step away. “Before you thank me for that, lemme say your tattoo is really cool. You are really polite, at least save the thanks for someone else.”

Your… Oh. Oh.

Without saying anything, you watched the man walk to his car as if nothing had happened and discreetly raised your hand as he waved his in the distance.

“... Thanks,” Your murmured, Benny already out of the ear sight, but the meaning was well placed in your mind while your hand brushed your side, exactly in the covered area of your tattoo.

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[stonylovessteve]

SLS 2022 Creator Reveals

We’ve reached the end of the exchange and that means it’s time to reveal the creators of all our works.

Thank you for putting so much love and effort into Stony Loves Steve 2022, you really made it a great experience. We hope everyone loved it as much as we did!

Giftees, be sure to leave a comment and kudos on your gift if you haven’t already. All our creators worked hard to make this event a success, so show them some love.

You can now post your work publicly outside of the exchange. Tag it as #stonylovessteve2022 on tumblr and we’ll reblog you. @ us @stonylovessteve on twitter and we’ll retweet you.

Below the cut is the final list of all the works produced for the exchange and the creators.

 A Night Out by Neverever for sepulchralcrease (Ultimates, 3,245 Words)

Tony and Steve’s date goes wrong and then Tony finds out that Steve wants something unexpected out of their relationship.

Unraveling by Wikketkrikket for grandmacore (MCU, 6,765 Words)

Steve has an art block. Toni has an idea: knitting. Because maybe Steve isn’t the most Alpha-y Alpha everyone thinks he is after all.

my past has tasted bitter for years now by xWinterDreamsx for Becci_chan (MCU, 8,809 Words)

The Avengers have to go to Berlin in Germany for a political meeting. There is an issue with the jet, so they are forced to fly back on a normal plane. It’s the 1st time they’re back at the Berlin airport since the Civil War battle and bad memories make a reappearance. Steve is not handling them well.

smokin’ hot by wingheads for starksnack (MCU AU, Art)

steve is a professional firefighter and he takes his job seriously. he swears he is and he does. but sometimes, a little flirtation doesn’t hurt anyone (except the fire chief).

hey there demons, it’s me… ya boi by starksnack for BladeoftheNebula (AU, 15k Words)

this week on buzzfeed unsolved tony and steve investigate four haunted locations, and maybe find more than just ghosts.

gift-wrapped joy by ArabellaAM for Wikketkrikket (MCU, 2.5k Words)

He’s sitting at his desk in his office, looking distractively at the necklace and thinking about what to give Tony this year, when he hears a soft knock on the door.

“Yes?” He asks, lifting his gaze.

Slowly, the door opens and Peter, their five-year-old son, sticks his head inside, looking hesitant. That catches Steve’s attention automatically. “Hey, Pete,” he says, drawing a small smile as he pushes back the chair and pats his lap.

Or, Steve doesn’t need to come up with a gift for Tony; this year, without realizing it, Peter has decided to give both of them a gift.

Leap of Faith by grandmacore for Perlmutt (MCU, 1.9k Words)

Everyone knows Steve Rogers doesn’t date. But when he meets Tony Stark and his son he may need to reconsider.

Love Bites (Renewable Collar) by RoseRose for meidui (MCU, 1.1k Words)

Tony is possessive, and likes to leave hickeys. Steve enjoys every moment of it.

and when it came down, i was looking in your eyes by Thahire for VenomousSoliloquy (MCU, 8k Words)

“You’re not going to like it.” Tony paused, pursing his lips. “In fact, I think you will be very very mad at me for it. But I want you to know that this something Bruce and I have thought about at length and there is significant evidence that it’ll help you—”

“Tony, I need you to come to the point,” Steve cut in, nerves too frayed to make sense of what Tony was trying to tell him in bits and pieces.

“Okay,” Tony said, nodding jerkily. “You know what, I’ll just—”

And then he stepped closer and sat down right next to Steve. Steve opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out. Tony was so close, his shoulder pressed right up against Steve’s. Steve found himself leaning into the touch without wanting to—

He gasped, rearing back, when he realized what exactly Tony was offering.

or: Steve temporarily gets turned into a vampire. It’s somewhat manageable until Tony gets too close.

wildfires in the spring by meidui for ishipallthings (MCU, 10k Words)

Steve is pulled out of the ice on a summer morning in 2010.

Love All Of Me by Nixie_DeAngel for UisceOneLove (AU, 1.8k Words)

And…and that right there was what was really holding him back from being honest, from telling his boyfriend that he was asexual and had absolutely no interest whatsoever in sex or sexual acts of any kind beyond a little heavy kissing.

Indecent Proposal (Or So He Thinks) by UisceOneLove for wingheads (616, 1.9k Words)

Proposing to Tony is something Steve’s considered for a while. He just didn’t plan on doing it like this.

Our Future History by ralsbecket for ArabellaAM (MCU, 1.5k words)

Tony glances up to the black chalkboard menu hanging above them, squinting at the neon chalk that’s lit up with a blacklight. With a furrowed brow, he questions, “What the hell is a ‘blonde Americano’?”

“You’re lookin’ at him,” a voice chimes in. The man behind the counter throws Tony a lopsided grin, brushing his fingers through a head of silver strands. “Or, well, I used to be.”

and time can do so much by robertdownwyjjr for ralsbecket (MCU, 9.2k words)

Steve Rogers has a complicated relationship with time. He’s the man out of time, the man who’s lost everything to time.

But then he becomes friends with Tony Stark, whose love language is quality time. And that’s exactly what Steve needs to find a place in this century.

A silent storm wrecks my being, you are beloved by captainstars for jellybeanforest (AU, 2.1k words)

Five thousand doubloons.” He makes his bid. Steve’s body jerks in surprise and his eyes widen when they land on Tony across the hall. He struggles against his bonds but is pulled back by the collar. Tony is going to kill every single person who laid a finger on him, and he is going to relish in it.

A Pristine White Shirt for Steven G. Rogers by sepulchralcrease for Nixie_DeAngel (Noir, 7.5k words)

Aka how I imagine Steve could join the Noir Universe.

Told through a series of time skips Steve and Tony’s relationship progress. Their relationship progresses with Steve’s ever nicer shirts and Tony’s seemingly near perfect ability to stain them. Some time after Project Insight Steve gets assigned to escort Tony on his next adventure. The problem is that Tony isn’t supposed to know that the Army is involved or the fact that Steve is actually Captain America. When the truth comes out it nearly ends what could have been.

Good Boy by VenomousSoliloquy for xWinterDreamsx (MCU, 1.7k words)

It’s not the waiting really.

No.

It’s the anticipation

your tender touch by Perlmutt for Neverever (MCU, 7.2k words)

Steve has a secret. Ashamed, he hides it from the world and himself.

But then, after the battle against the Chitauri, Tony comes crashing into his life, wonderful and amazing and /experienced/ Tony, and Steve falls for him so hard that he can’t put it into words. But what will happen when Tony finds out about /it/?

Tipsy Truth by Becci-chan for Thahire (MCU, 3.1k words)

Steve froze. Oh no. He was not ready to face Tony yet. He swallowed, then turned around with a smile. 

“Do you want an omelette as well?” he asked, aiming for casual, because yes, everything was fine and he hadn’t practically offered himself to Tony last night. Nope, didn’t happen.

Everyone I Have Ever Slept With by jellybeanforest for RoseRose (Ults, 3k words)

Intimacy takes on many forms, not all of them sexual. 

Nocturnal outings by BladeoftheNebula for captainstars (MCU, 4k words)

Steve wakes up in the future and finds himself plagued by an old habit

missing what’s right in front of you by starksnack for robertdowneyjjr (MCU, 2k words)

Tony has been working up the courage to ask Steve out, when he gets an invitation to drinks from Captain America.

#stonylovessteve2022 #Steve Rogers #steve/tony

[thegoldenshi-shi]

OH NO! I WAS TOO DISTRACTED SQUEALING TO EVERYONE TO ACTUALLY THANK YOU FOR THE MECHS IN DRESS CLOTHES. I AM SO SORRY

They are bootiful, and I wuv dem, and gods damnit I need to clear off enough space on my desk so I can doodle them too. Also, I am happy to see steadily more and more people popping up to compliment Sides, he deserves to be in the spotlight. Sunny may have traditional beauty down, but Sides is that handsome boy next door whom spends their entire youth as an outdoor-playing sort of "dirty", and then cleans up and all of a sudden every girl within a five mile radius suddenly does that one spongebob meme of "Oh no, he's hawt!". And he deserves to be recognized for it, hehe. Even if both mechs are far too confident to get blushy from compliments, which is a true crime, tbh, cause both need to be seen hella positively flustered.

Also! I took Friday off of work because the jerkweed at my job was insistent on buying us lunch as a bribe, and I have too many complex feelings about people giving me things to let myself feel like I owe him. So I got to hang out with my dad, and we're gonna be sealing up my ladybug leaking window today after work. In other news /dun dun/ I was goofing around playing modded Ark: Survival Evolved (specified, cause I talk to a lot of people who don't know what that is, its about dinosaurs) and said mod was hybridization. So I made a manta omanite abomination monster. Twas chthulu, but as a bird. And I love him. I am naming him Flappy when I get home.

On an even different note, cause I've been doing my coloring books again recently, I've been debating on posting the progress of my books onto tumblr, cause I bought a one-sided-page book simply for the express purpose of being able to take the pages out and gift them to friends, so I thought it would be cool to have a visual timeline of what I have done, and how far along I got with different pieces. It would also mean I can take my watercolor pencils to the page the way I wanted to, without worrying about ruining the next page. Downside, I am terrified of posting stuff online, because I internalize everything negative people say about me, whilst simultaneously disregarding all the nice things people say. I am working on unlearning that, which being slightly more active in the interwebs would help with (exposure therapy, whooooo....)

Did/do you celebrate easter?

~Smooch 💜

Hehe, you are very welcome Smooch.

I'm glad you liked them. Sideswipe is a growing favorite I've noticed, and it really is a lot of fun to watch happen. Sunny is still probably the most popular of my designs, but his brother is coming on fast hehe. I REALLY want to draw some more robots soon, despite my other projects. I'm the mood for Mirage and Tracks atm, so we'll see what happens hehe

While the circumstances were not ideal, it is good that you got to spend time with your dad. And I guess congratulations are in order for your avian Cthulu lol Also congratulations for finding time to do your coloring books again. Coloring books are supposed to be really therapeutic(so I hear).

On your possible tumblr posting: I too like to have a timeline on some of my projects just as a record/checkpoint. Tumblr blogs are really good for that I have to admit. Your downside is my downside as well. It's hard to accept compliments and even harder to deal with negative nancy barking up your notifications. I still get nervous over pieces I post, particularly my original works, so don't feel bad. I admit that exposure therapy HAS helped me, but if you feel like it won't help you, then don't do it. But unfortunately, you won't know until you try.

And yes, I do celebrate Easter hehe. I play piano for my church so that's one of my busier times of year outside of Christmas (dear Lord at the Christmas carols…). I even dyed Easter eggs to give out to the kids at church this year, so I really got into it this time. It's also the time of year I get together with some of my extended family, so it's fun (and kinda tiring hehe)

#smooch anon #seriously #no worries about the pictures smooch #I appreciate it though~ #transformers

[blue-kyber]

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#original work - 66 posts

#tangled - 64 posts

#star wars - 63 posts

#sci-fi - 54 posts

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#when the morally ambiguous character leaves just before the final throwdown only to painfully admit that yes they do care about their friend

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

HAPPY FITZFRIDAY!!!

Y'all thought I forgot, huh. :)

One of my most favorite screenshots of Eugene I've caught. Protective big brother. In my favorite outfit of his.

95 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

#4

May I offer you a confused Eugene in these trying times?

103 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

#3

Lin Manuel Miranda’s overlapping technique is reminiscent of an actual madrigal. 

A madrigal is musical genre going back to the renaissance period. It's made of poetry sung to multiple overlapping melodies that weave in and out of each other, creating dissonance and beautiful harmonies, as well as the lyrics complimenting each other in places. 

I was in a madrigal choir. It was a fun challenge. He may have studied madrigals, modified what he liked, and added it in as a slice of his own style...which is genius. Absolute genius.

Considering what a madrigal is, and what the family in Encanto is like (all families, really), giving them the surname of Madrigal is deliciously poetic.

106 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

#2

Must.... not be.... distracted. Must...edit...novel... Youtube: *exists*  Tumblr: *exists*  Me: I am weak.

128 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

What does "To be on cloud 9" mean? Where did it come from?

omg...... I just learned something new and cool that most meteorologists already know. This Ted Talk video I clicked on this morning out of curiosity is what did it to me.

Do you want to fly and touch a cloud? ME, TOO!!! :D

"To be on cloud 9" means to be "on top of the world" or "incredibly happy."

Want to know why? Do ya? Do ya? Do ya do ya do ya?

*affectionately shoves your face into science*

This comes from the cloud naming system created in the 1800's by Luke Howard, (wikipedia.com)

See the full post

303 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

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