#you get the mutual tag right away because i like your energy

[shiny-jr]

damnation (peek V?)

Warning: Yes, this is a yandere thing. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Neige LeBlanche, Epel Felmier, Rook Hunt, Vil Schoenheit.

Summary: When you commit a crime, you receive a punishment. This is especially true in your society. No matter the crime, your punishment is the same: banishment. But to where you will be sent in exile and how miserable will it be? No one knows, because no one has ever returned.

Note: Should I be posting this right now? Probably not. Especially since Scarabia isn’t completed, but I haven’t posted anything in a while and I’ve been more motivated and inspired for Pomefiore lately. Maybe seeing comments and opinions on this might boost my energy and make me write more and complete both Scarabia and Pomefiore. Hopefully. Anyways, I wanted to post this anyways because technically it was part of the first sneak-peek before I edited it out so I could make its own and make it longer too. That, and after seeing fanart by a mutual, I wanted to write even more. I’m finally getting the chance now. So I’ll be writing right after I post this. Go check out the most recent fanart I got for this specific part of the project. Oh, and if you have no idea what this is, you might want to check the first sneak-peek post (the “I” below) and my previous posts under the #damnation twst au tag. One last thing. None of this is edited, I just copy and pasted from the draft I have so yeah, just in case y’all see mistakes it’s because I haven’t gone over it yet. I usually go over everything once it’s completed.

I . . . II . . . III . . . IV . . . V . . . VI . . . VII

THE BEAUTIFUL KING

A dark robe. Wrapped around your shoulders was a black cloak, like wings folded in. Speaking of feathered appendages, there was a single shiny feather tucked behind your ear. You had felt it tickling your earlobe, leading you to pluck it out of your hair to examine it. It was long and black, huge in size, making you imagine it came from a beast of a raven. Slowly you looked up, confused to find yourself at a desk surrounded by books, bottles of odd colorful liquids, and there was even a cauldron in the corner of the stone wall!

Returning your attention back to the feather, you were perplexed but quite liked it so you placed it back behind your ear where you had originally discovered it. Upon standing from the wooden chair, you noticed your change of outfit. A simple white ruffled shirt and black pants, although nearly every inch of you was covered by the black cloak on your back that reached all the way to your ankle and draped around you like a curtain. Lifting up the cloak, you could feel a short sword strapped safely and securely in a hilt on your back hidden away from sight. What was this place…? Why were you dressed like this? Why did you have a sword? What was going on? Was this your punishment?

Just then, your eyes drifted over to a book stand where a heavy leather tome sat open to prying eyes. Your prying eyes, to be exact. Curiously you stepped toward it, your fingers ghosting over the crisp pages of the aged book as you squinted incredulously at the words printed on the surface in a large font, occasionally dotted with red ink. “Poison apple…?” Beside it was the painted image of a ripe red apple, and in its shining reflective skin was the distinct shape of a skull. “One taste of the poisoned apple and the victim’s eyes will close forever in the sleeping death.”

But that… that was from a fairytale! The story of Snow White and the Beautiful Queen! This page about a poisoned apple, the tome, this basement filled with ingredients and suspicious concoctions… So it was true, criminals were often sent to dangerous tales where they would perish. And you... you were a criminal and you were here, but... what role did you play? Lifting your hand up to your ear, you suddenly felt the familiar soft sensation of the black feather accessory and realization dawned on you. Didn’t the queen have a pet raven…? Could that explain why you were here in these strange but fancy clothes? Of all things, why did you have to be the raven?

How did the story go again? The Queen was vain and wicked, she wished to be the most beautiful of all. It was said that she consulted her magic mirror every day and would inquire as to who the fairest of them all was. Should the mirror ever reply with another’s name instead of hers, she would find a way to kill her rival and would only be satisfied once the mirror answered her name. So when her step-daughter, Snow White, grows to become the fairest of them all, the Queen goes mad with jealousy and has a huntsman attempt to kill her. When that fails, the Queen takes matters into her own hands, eventually turning herself ugly as a disguise and even causing her own untimely demise by falling off a cliff and being crushed by a boulder, her remains left as feed for hungry vultures. That was the Queen, but what about the raven? Well, it’s never disclosed as to what happens to the bird, at least to your knowledge. The last the raven is seen, it was being tormented by the wicked Queen as she was creating the poisoned apple. Actually, maybe being the raven wasn’t so bad afterall… At least it didn’t perish or receive some other horrible ending.

Knowing this brought you much relief. At least you didn’t end up as the raven in that other story about a sleeping princess. That raven was turned to stone! You pity any poor sucker that might’ve ended up in that position. This outcome was adequate, for now. Perhaps it was best to venture outside, to attempt to find this beautiful queen. To be honest, it was a little exciting. You had always wondered how beautiful she was, since the novels always claimed they could never do her justice. But that's besides the point. Once meeting her, you then had to decide what your next move would be.

Keeping all that in mind, you climbed the spiraling stone staircases just barely lit by candles. You winced whenever you heard the squeak of a rat or spotted a rotting corpse of a forgotten prisoner still in chains. Quickening your pace until you reached a wooden door, and stepped into the sunlight. It was warm and delightful, the sun’s rays shining on your skin. You felt free. As of now, this was far from punishment. But knowing that you were sent here to be punished or even die, was what kept you from being completely at ease. You could almost just relax here in the calm and beauty of this garden–– key word, almost. Shrieking and many voices shattered your temporary peace, even scaring away the white doves that had flocked in the open courtyard.

Grumbling, you followed the sound of the commotion. It sounded like it was coming from over the high palace walls. There was one portion of the wall that was shorter than the rest, if you climbed onto the smooth edges of the railing by the stone steps, you could successfully scale onto the top of the wall where you decided to lounge about and spectate the action. On the other side of the wall, you could see a young man getting closer and closer, nervously waving at a large group giggling and following him. It was obvious that he was a little uncomfortable, and that he was trying to lose them without hurting their feelings by how he continued to smile even as he picked up the pace.

When his eyes landed on you, he appeared surprised, and as he walked the path he was getting closer and closer. Feeling pity for the lad, you sighed and stretched your arm down, to which he hesitated a moment before finally deciding to place his hand in yours. You heaved him up and slid down to the safe side of the wall, the palace side, just before his apparent fans could catch him. Their whining and complaining was amusing.

“Thank you…! You saved me!”

Oh, right, he was still here. You glanced over at the young man peering happily up at you with the brightest smile on his lips. Your eyebrows furrowed as you slowly began to notice his features. Hair black as ebony, skin white as snow, dressed head-to-toe in rags… No way––

“Ah, I know you!” He exclaimed, delighted as he took a step closer. “You’re my elder brother’s attendant! I’ve seen you around the palace countless times. You are always working so hard that I’ve never gotten a chance to properly meet you! Of course you must already know but my name is Neige, it’s truly so wonderful to finally talk like this with you!” He performed a small but polite bow. Such manners for a prince in rags. “I never knew you were so kind! Is there any way I can repay you?”

“Ah, no, there’s no need for that…” You studied his face, attempting to make sense of it all. If this Neige was Snow White, it did make total sense. His skin was flawless, it looked like a marshmallow, so pristine but soft. He was cherubic. His beauty was more of a one of innocence and cuteness, and it seemed the townsfolk noticed his looks judging by how they focused on his physical features instead of his attire. You force your gaze away. This was the prince who the Queen would try to kill. But there’s a chance it may be King in this version, because you’re fairly certain that Neige had just mentioned something about having an elder brother that you apparently worked for. “It was nothing.”

“Please, don’t be so modest! Your actions were selfless and heroic. Had it not been for you, I’m afraid I would’ve been stuck outside all day with no choice other than to interact with all those that followed me. And I couldn’t have that! I promised my brother that I would do my chores.” A sad frown appeared on his face as his gaze traveled back over to the wall, “Although I do regret having just left them without so much as a goodbye…”

So he was kind… Makes sense. Most princesses, or prince in this case, were kind-hearted souls that were far too naive or trusting and had the strangest ability to communicate with woodland creatures. However that last part worked, you weren’t entirely sure.

“The doves of the courtyard gathered by the well with me this morning! And we all made a wish! I, well… It's a bit embarrassing, but I wished for something truly special. And I believe that my wish may have come true!” A pretty pink blush made his cheeks rosy as he clasped his hands together, looking so truly content as he peered up at you.

“Is that so…?” Well, magical animal talking ability, check that off the list. He really was like the princess from the fairytale. But you didn’t like where this was going. You outgrew fairytales a long time ago, but when you read something so fantastical and magical in your innocent imaginative youth, it sticks with you. Perhaps that was a good thing, because even now you could recall the small details of the story.

In the beginning of the story, Snow White is cleaning the courtyard when she meets the doves at the well where she makes a wish to meet her true love. Not too long after, the prince appears on horseback, hearing the princess’ song that leads him to climb over the palace walls to get to her. When you got older, you quickly realized how creepy that actually was. The prince crept up on her like some sort of stalker, and essentially trespassed on private palace grounds. But that’s besides the point right now. The point is, Snow White made a wish to meet her true love which happened to be the prince. Well, right now, you have yet to see another so-called dashing prince or princess. There was just the courtyard and you were alone with Neige, and he was gazing up at you through his lashes and with a pretty smile that appeared too fondly. The Queen, or King, really needed to stop cooping up Prince Neige within the palace walls. It was dulling his sense towards social cues and common sense.

“Hey! What the hell are you doin’...?!”

Surprised at the sudden presence beside you, you looked to see another stranger. This one you couldn’t automatically connect to a role. It was a short young man with a cuteness that could possibly even rival the prince. He had such wide blue eyes and odd soft lavender curls that framed his face. Unlike you and Prince Neige, his outfit was of much finer detail which consisted of a white tunic and long dark blue sleeves from the shirt he wore underneath. A red cloak was draped over the shoulders of his small frame, the ends brushing against his simple pants and boots. But despite his fine clothing and adorable appearance, he spoke with such brashness, irked for whatever reason.

“Ah, you must be Epel! My brother speaks often about you! He says he sees great potential in you!” Neige interjected, oblivious to this Epel fellow’s irritation. Epel… the name didn’t ring a bell. You could accurately deduce what Neige’s role was based on his appearance and the fact that his name meant snow in French. But you still had no idea who Epel was supposed to be. Again, Neige bowed his head in polite greeting as he exclaimed, “Today must be my lucky day! Not only have I met you now, Epel, but I’ve also met–– Um…” He paused, turning to you and inquiring softly, “I’m sorry, I’m so excited that I’ve forgotten to ask your name.”

The lavender-haired boy quickly snatched your attention away from the prince, grabbing your cloak where your arm would be as he hissed in a whisper so as to not involve Neige. “Are you crazy? Talkin’ to the prince…! Vil is gonna fly off the handle!” Not-so-discreetly gesturing to the window right above them with his eyes darting to it and back to you, but not moving his head, so as to not alert the onlooker behind the glass.

You froze, not moving your head but your eyes moved up to where Epel had been glancing at. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could just barely make out a tall and thin figure in purple standing at the large window, holding the red curtains open with both hands. They were watching, and just as you moved your head the tiniest bit to get a better look, you only caught a glimpse of a deep angered frown before the curtains were abruptly shut, barring you from seeing anymore. That could’ve only been the beautiful royal, the monarch in charge that sees Prince Neige as a rival. When you looked back at Neige, he was still smiling at you with his hands folded in front of him, patiently awaiting an answer. Poor guy doesn’t know what’s coming.

“We gotta go, or Rook is gonna drag us back himself…!” Without even waiting for you to give Neige your name, Epel took your hand and ran like a bat out of hell. Making a beeline straight for an entrance to the palace, you attempted to keep up with him. He was surprisingly strong for someone so small.

Behind you, you heard, “W-Wait, I never got your name…!”

Well, that’s a crying shame. Focusing your attention on where you were heading, you began to lose track of all the twists and turns within these palace walls. Epel led you forward, he certainly knew where he was going. But you? You hadn’t a clue. That is, until after a few minutes, you arrived at a long hall where at the very end there were double doors already opened. The few soldiers standing guard paid no mind to you and the lavender-haired fellow, probably because in their eyes, you belonged here. And yet that couldn’t be further from the truth.

You felt so incredibly out of place as you stood on the lengthy blue carpet that stretched forward toward a small yet intricately designed throne of gold and jewels formed in the shape of a magnificent peacock with its feathered fanned out. But what was more entrancing than the priceless throne, was the person sitting atop it. Oh, how the novels did not lie, they truly could not do the monarch any justice in portraying their beauty. The King, who must’ve been Vil, could’ve been a world-famous model. His face looked like those perfect sculpted marble statues, it was the type of look that would incur the envious wrath of gods and goddesses in mythology. There was not a single blemish or flaw. Not even a single hair of his golden locks fading into lavender was out of place. The long purple robes under the longer black cloak flowing down his body, complimented the color of his amethyst eyes. Those eyes looked even more shiny than the golden crown perched atop his skull. You weren’t a simp but wow.

The King appeared less than pleased, it actually made you incredibly nervous when he bore a frown and silently beckoned you closer with a single curling movement of his index finger.

Walking past Epel who stood by the door, you took a deep breath as you recounted what knowledge you had on etiquette during this time period. Once you were a few feet in front of him, you began to kneel, when he spoke and caused you to freeze.

“Don’t.” Intense gaze glued to your form, he watched you carefully as he instructed, “Come closer.”

You slowly stepped forward, closer to him.

“Closer.”

Hesitating, you took another step so one foot was on the step in front of his throne.

“Closer.”

Pausing, you inched forward, now standing on the same elevation as the throne. Now you were just centimeters away from him, and it was putting you on edge. When he appeared seemingly satisfied, that’s when you finally kneeled in front of him. With a bowed head, a common sign of respect in customs with monarchies, you greeted simply, “Your Majesty.”

The King peered down at you, silent for a moment as you kept your head down and eyes glued to the ends of his purple robes and how his black cloak that matched yours, but his was much longer, pooled around his throne to look like a black void. After a few moments, you felt his hand at your chin, his slim fingers urging you to look up. When you did, he hummed, “Well, my lovely pet, have you had your fun with my little step-brother?” He gave a question, but it became obvious that he didn’t want an answer. At least not yet. This king must not be too fond of the prince. As his thumb stroked your chin and raised it so your head was almost at his knee, he continued slowly while gazing down at you, “You know that I loathe sharing, don’t you? So why would I share you with my step-brother, hm? Have you perhaps… begun to favor him over me?”

It struck you then that the royal must be an extremely envious person. Not only did they want to remain first in standing when it came to beauty, but he also wanted to monopolize people’s attention so that they may focus on him. Replying carefully, you spoke while keeping your eyes glued to his enchanting yet intimidating gaze, “Of course not, Your Majesty. It was merely a coincidence that I encountered him. I cannot be as easily swayed as the masses.” For a moment you hesitated, seeing that he seemed unconvinced as you proceeded, “... My loyalty to you cannot be broken by a prince in rags.”

After a few moments, the tension in the air evaporated as the king graced you with a smile that made your breath hitch. You had said the right thing. Tempted to glance at Epel for a possible clue on what to do next, you refrained and instead remained still as a statue when the king reached forward with his other hand to remove your hood. “Let me see your face, my retainer.” As soon as the hood was removed, he examined your face in the light. It took an incredible amount of calm to keep composed and not squirm in place under his intense scrutinizing gaze. Finally, he frowned and sighed, “I’ve been keeping you confined beneath the castle for far too long. You’re beginning to look ghastly, and I can’t be seen with someone beside me that’s less than appealing to look at.” Removing his hands from your face, he motioned for you to stand, which you did. “You’ve done enough. Getting rid of our guests and covering it up must’ve been challenging, especially for you to do it all on your own. This time, Rook will take over while you will be receiving enough sunlight to revitalize your complexion. Do not overdo it. Rook.”

Guests? Cover up? This wasn’t in the story. There wasn’t any time to fully process what you heard before you detected yet another voice just right beside your ear.

“Good day, petit corbeau!” You felt your soul leave your body for a single second when these words were said beside your ear by a voice, an extremely close and unfamiliar voice. When you jumped, startled, you noticed there was another young man literally only an inch behind you. When did he even get there? You didn’t even notice him until now! When you stepped to the side out of the way, you furrowed your eyebrows at his smile.

The young man was blonde, with hair styled into a ridiculous looking bob-cut but he somehow made it work as he wore a wide-brimmed brown hat with a black feather. Over his shoulders and back he wore a large hunter green cloth that wrapped around his shoulders like a scarf and extended over his back like a small cloak. Underneath, concealed by the cloth, was a dark tunic and black pants with a belt and knife at his hip. However, what unnerved you wasn’t the knife at his hip or the bow and quiver chock full of arrows on his back. It was his eyes.

His forest green eyes were glued to you, and he bore a wide and charming smile. “Ah, to see you without your hood and out of the undercroft, what a rare sight! Marvelous! I must thank you, Your Majesty, for making this possible! It is not everyday we see your dutiful, striking, mysterious little raven. It is truly a spectacle to behold! I will treasure this rare moment where I’ve not only heard you speak, but have seen your visage without being shrouded by shadows and concealed by your hood!”

You did not like this. The way he was looking at you as he spoke so dramatically made a shiver crawl up your spine. Yes, he spoke nothing but praise in such an honest tone and declaration, but there was something in his eyes. Something that placed you on edge as his smile turned slightly ominous and his eyes narrowed at you. There was a twinkle in his green eyes as he tilted his head at you inquisitively, as if sensing your unease without you even saying a word. This had to be the Rook fellow that Epel mentioned offhandedly, and now it made sense as to why he ran back so quickly just to avoid encountering him.

Much to your relief, Vil sighed and interjected without even standing from his throne. Furrowing his eyebrows, he scolded in an irked tone, “I didn’t summon you to pester my little retainer, Rook. Stress from you is not what my retainer needs right now. It causes wrinkles.”

“Apologies, Your Majesty.” Rook chuckled, obediently turning to fully face the royal as you stood stiffly beside him, keeping a safe distance between you two.

Behind you, out of the corner of your eye, you could see Epel quietly closing the doors once Vil gestured for him to do so. It seemed the king wanted privacy, he wished to say something not even the guards outside the thick wooden doors were allowed to hear. The only ones that would be witnesses to his words were you, Epel, and Rook. You had to wonder what was so secretive that he didn’t even want his soldiers stationed outside to hear, and why were you allowed to hear? Was it because you were supposedly in the role of his trusted retainer? Maybe it had something to do with that cover-up he mentioned just a short time ago.

The tension in the room was thick, it disturbed you and you can tell it bothered the short purple-haired young man too if his growing perturbed frown was anything to go by. Despite this, he took up the space beside you. The blonde with the bow, Rook, who you now were assuming to be a huntsman if his attire and weapons were any giveaway, continued to smile without much of a care. Rook was on the left, Epel was on the right, and you were in the center, and still on his throne was King Vil. With luck, you’ll be able to keep up this act. It wouldn’t do for a retainer to fail. It might cost you and be the slip-up that would put an end to this charade of survival.

“I’ve decided. Rook, the duties I normally give to my retainer will be passed onto you today. You’re much more suited for this job. It involves my little step-brother, Neige.” The way he said the prince’s name made it sound like it pained him just to utter it, like it burned his tongue just to mention him. But he continued. “It seems he’s been working hard at completing his chores, hm? He’s been begging for a day out, and he adores flowers so… Rook, you will take him far into the woods, a secluded meadow where he can pick as many wildflowers as his little heart desires.”

Once you processed his words, you froze. It dawned on you that it was happening, this was the moment in the story when the beautiful queen commanded her huntsman to murder the princess in the woods. Vil must’ve already consulted the magic mirror and was told that he was no longer the fairest in all the land. That title now officially belonged to Neige, but it wouldn’t for long if the king had anything to say about it.

The other two loyal and trusted by the king had no idea, as Epel appeared vaguely bored and disinterested while Rook seemed elated. “Of course! I’ll see to it that it is done, Your Majesty––!”

“I’m not finished.” Vil interrupted, frowning tersely as his gaze turned cold. Tapping his well-manicured nails against the armrest of his throne, his eyes narrowed and he leaned an inch forward while instructing, “There, you will kill him.”

The shock was immediately evident on the face of the two beside you. Epel, who had been quiet throughout this entire exchange, finally broke his silence with a small gasp as he moved to cover his mouth with one hand. But it was too late, everyone had already heard him and seen his stunned expression. And yet, no one seemed to really care. Everyone was far too engrossed in what was just said by the king.

Rook appeared just as confounded before disbelief took root, as if he didn’t even wish to believe his own two ears. Removing his hat, he held it to his chest and lowered his head respectfully as he placed a hesitant foot forward. “Your Majesty, our beautiful and lovely Vil, you can’t possibly mean–– our prince Neige…!”

“Silence!” Immediately standing from his seat, he scowled, the prince’s name only making his rage more bitter. And then, he said something unexpected, something off script and never in the story. Gesturing to you, he hissed, “My loyal retainer here could make six souls vanish without a trace, why can’t you do it with one mere prince? Must they do everything? Must I have to dirty my own hands? Hm?”

Lowering his head further, the huntsman replied quietly, somberly, his smile now gone. “Of course not, Your Majesty. Your delicate hands aren’t meant to be soiled…” It’s as you suspected. Rook stayed alive and was one of Vil’s closest servants because he was witty enough to think of something on the spot that was complimentary enough to appease the bitter royal. At least, that’s what it seemed like at the moment. For now, you were grateful you weren’t him. Some people who read the story of Snow White liked to theorize that the huntsman was murdered by the vicious queen for failing to assassinate the princess.

Vil was quiet, not completely calm judging by his sneer but he was composed enough not to say anything more. Standing tall, his gaze honed in on you and Epel, to which he spoke, “My loyal, diligent retainer, escort my successor out. I need to have a word with Rook, privately.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

#yandere #neige lubanche #neige leblanche #epel felmier #rook hunt #vil schoenheit #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #twst writing #work in progress #damnation twst au

[honey-flustered]

You’re Not The Boss Of Me (MDNI +18)

Dom!Eddie Munson x Bratty!Sub!Reader

Summary: After showing your true colors to Eddie, you use this to your advantage, being as bratty as you can to get a rise out Eddie. But understand that how ever mean you are to him only allows him to be just as mean…maybe even more.

A/N: this was in my drafts for some long and now im just deciding to release it even though it’s not exactly what how I wanted it. I’m continuing to have issues revising my work over and over and never publishing so i figured i’d let this go. First part is in reader’s POV then of course goes in second POV. A sequel to Come Again

Word Count: 2.8k+

Warnings: smut, established relationship, hinted bully!eddie, mean!reader, mean!eddie, dom/sub dynamics, fake nice!reader, panty fetish, mutual masturbation, finger sucking, cum eating, handjob, some ass/body worship, reader and eddie are in love but f*d up, tattoo artist!eddie, reader has piercings (nipple play)

Power comes in all forms and positions. Even if you’re a submissive. You’d probably look at someone like me, seemingly so sweet and docile, and think “Awww, she doesn’t have not an evil bone in her body.” But that’s what we, “good girls”, want you to do: underestimate us. That’s what makes us so powerful because eventually we get what we want.

Here’s where I was able to exercise my power with my dear boyfriend, Eddie Munson. Two weeks ago, I was able to break through to his innocent act with me. Call it great minds thinking alike but we’ve both held up this facade of being good when around each other because of the shame to act on our most carnal desires. But quiet mouths don’t get fed and, frankly, I had enough. So I called him out on his shit.

“You’re vanilla as FUCK.” I said.

And that moment truly became the beginning of what’s become of our relationship today:

Two sick fucks who enjoy getting a rise out of each other.

—————

Oh, the power you get from being a pampered brat in public and treated like a whore in bed. It was the best of both worlds and Eddie sure knows how to treat a lady. With him, you could truly be the mean bitch you’d hoped to be. Of course, this was only behind closed doors as you still could see the benefits of being a good girl in everyone else’s eyes. Only Eddie got to see your true nature. You’re a bitch and you made it evident that you didn’t care and it actually got you off being one to Eddie. This was fine, though. He loved it, too. In return, he gets a succubus disguised as a sweet beauty in his arms to dominate as he pleases.

You’d like to think the power’s evenly distributed amongst the two of you. You’re both unfiltered, whorish, and wicked. It was the perfect symbiotic relationship of sexual energy.

At times, you feel like Eddie’s giving you a run for your money as his wickedness proves to outweigh your own. The annoying pervert. He really likes to tease past the point of suffering and what’s worse…he still hasn’t fucked you yet. You were so sure that he’d give in by now after the nights you’ve shared but it never goes beyond second base. Even when you’ve put on your ‘bitch girl pants’ and laid down some rules.

Oh, well. If you don’t get to drain his balls, the least you can do is drain his pockets.

“What do you think of this dress?” You say, twirling around in the mirror in front of you. Currently, you were both in the dressing room of a French boutique. You’ve been shopping all day, hopping from store to store. Eddie’s clearly impatient but he takes it like the good boyfriend he is.

“I think this is the one,” He says, low on energy. “You look hot.”

“I’d like some more poetic-ness to your words.”

“Okay,” He raises to his feet, gripping your hips from behind. “Then, you’re as fucking hot as a thousand suns.”

“I know right,” You beam then quickly wave him away from your personal space. “Buy it for me.”

He examines the price tag attached to the seam of the dress then looks up at you with a deadpan stare. He’s followed you store to store like a mindless zombie all day, receiving zero affection from you and now you’re looking to buy a dress for an even higher amount. If he hadn’t been so distracted by watching your sexy ass try on all these clothes that accentuate your curves, he’d have called it quits long ago. The only thing he held onto was that you’d eventually reward him with your touch in return.

“This would cost me my entire dealer’s earnings for the week!” He exclaims.

“Yeah, but you have that check coming in for the tattoo shop. You’ll only be poor— for what— a day. You want to keep me happy, don’t you? Then you’ve gotta fund your popular angel girlfriend’s expensive lifestyle. It shouldn’t be a big deal.”

“It’s a huge deal! I’ve bought you plenty of dresses throughout the week and you haven’t even worn some of them.”

“And you’re still complaining like you always do.” You say while rolling your eyes.

“You may not be a good girl anymore but I’m going to make it my mission to correct this little behavior of yours.”

“What? You’ll spank me again? You don’t get to touch me unless I get what I want. We have rules for this relationship. Unhappy girlfriend = blue balled boyfriend. But if you’d have just fucked me already maybe I wouldn’t be such a bitch. You scared you’ll cum in one stroke or something?”

“Actually, I’m scared you’ve got teeth down there and, with your personality, it doesn't seem that far fetched.”

“Say what you will but I’ll always be Hawkins’ sweetheart. Even being in a relationship with you couldn’t tarnish that image sadly. Ah, well,” You remove the dress, now in your underwear as you begin dressing in your own clothes again. “Being good has its perks nonetheless.”

“How long do you think that’ll last? What do you think your friends will think of you when I show them all the naughty little footage I have of you in my camcorder? I’m sure they’d love to hear how much Hawkins’ sweetheart loves choking on the freak’s giant cock.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Depends on my mood. But don’t be sad, you might find out how envious your friends are of you now that you’re with someone like me. I did rock a lot of worlds.”

“You’re disgusting.” You hiss with slightly hidden jealousy for the very fact that he’s slept with other girls. But why not you?

“Maybe I can get you the dress but I’ll want to do something in return.”

“Everything is so transactional with you.”

“Look who’s talking.” He scoffs.

“If you were to simply buy me shit without expecting anything in return, would it really be transactional?” You retort.

“Are you going to accept my terms or not?”

You stare at the hot pink tube dress in your hands. “Fine. What do you want?”

“Let me give you a wedgie.”

“Are you legit high right now? That’s so idiotic, it’s almost comatose inducing. Why?”

“Because it’d be really funny.”

“I’m wearing really expensive underwear right now that costs more than those shoes you’re wearing. Like hell would I let you tear at them.”

“Then, you can forget the deal.”

“Exploitation is what you’re doing. People wouldn’t take kindly to those who participate in such things.”

“Good thing I’ve never been known to care what people think of me.”

He’s right. He’s never given a fuck. That’s what makes him so terrifying… and so very hot.

“Alright,” You pout. “But when I say ‘stop’, your hands should be off me.”

Turning your back to Eddie, you wait for Eddie to begin. He studies the bedazzled words written on the back of your pants of your matching pink tracksuit: “Princess”. He rolls his eyes at this. Could you be any more predictable?

Your thong peeks out at the top of the low rise pants as a style that you’d adopted just enough to show the public the color of your underwear. Also pink.

“A pink goddamn fanatic.” Eddie thinks to himself.

Your jacket is a crop top, exposing the new belly ring piercing Eddie had done for you when you asked via your rebellious stage. Then there’s your silky smooth back that you plan for him to tattoo a tramp stamp onto the lower section. It’s so much skin. Too much skin exposed but he doesn’t mind how you dress. After all, he can fight and honestly he loves seeing you show yourself off while men envy him for obtaining you.

Eddie tugs on the sides of your pants, accessing just enough of your underwear for the top globes of your ass to peek out as well. He bites his lips to keep in a groan, not wanting to give you the satisfaction. His cock is semi-hard and he makes sure to keep his hips at a safe distance so she doesn’t realize his game.

“Bend a little.” He says, voice hoarse from arousal.

You obey, having a slight arch in your back. Massaging the peeked out globes of your ass, he can’t help but to close the gap between your bodies. Your ass was just so soft and round in his hands.

“Hey! You can’t touch me like that unless you get me what I want!” You attempt to wriggle from his grasp but a large hand fists whatever little piece of fabric your underwear has, stilling you.

With a free hand, he smacks your ass causing you to let out a soft whimper. He grinds his cock into the side of your thigh, humping into you like a dog in heat.

Eddie lets out quiet moans in your ear, tugging on your underwear hard after each moan he lets out like following a rhythm. “Unh, ugh, fuck. You’re so damn pretty.”

You grow wet with each tug. The panty strip in the front slips between your labia, rubbing harshly against the clitoris. How embarrassing that you might actually cum from this. He’ll laugh and tease you for sure once you do.

Maybe you should take some power back and make him whimper so you sway your ass a little which earns you another smack on another cheek.

“I didn’t say you could move.” He growls.

Then, you felt it. His bare cock rubbing between the plush globes of your ass, the back thong strip wrapped around the base for further friction.

“Eddie, no. Please…” You put a hand behind you, placing it on the ‘v’ of his abdomen to halt his actions.

“Move it.” He threatens.

“No.” You say defiantly only to shift into a whining hum, when he takes both of your wrists in his hands to pull behind you and brings them beneath the band of your panties. With your hands cupped in a perfect tubular shape, he uses them to jack himself off. You tighten your grip around him, taking control.

“You’re so good with your hands. Why would I need to fuck your greedy little pussy if these could get me off just as good?”

“Unh, fuck…you.”

“Is that always on your mind?” He chuckles.

You're clenching around nothing, knowing that friction on your clit will not be enough to satisfy the aching between your legs. This was purely for his own twisted pleasure but you enjoy it despite priding yourself to be a selfish person.

“I’m so close, princess. Gonna cum all over your pretty hands, your sexy back, and this tight little ass.” He groans.

“Oh god.” You whine, throbbing profusely at his words. You were so close, too.

He notices your hardening nipples poking through your thin jacket and pinches one between his fingers, while the other steadies your hips as he grinds himself into you. You whine almost as if you’re in pain even though he’s not pulling on them roughly. Lowering the zipper to your jacket and one cup of your bra, he pulls out your breast revealing a newly pierced nipple…that he hadn’t pierced. He pulls your hair, lifting your head enough so that you can see his angered expression through the mirror.

“What the fuck is this?” He slaps your breast and you cry out.

“None of your business. It’s not like you’ll do anything about—oh shit!” You scream out as he continues to pull and pinch around the stainless bar. They were so sensitive even after two weeks.

“You're doing things without my knowledge now.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“You’re right,” He laughs darkly then pulls so harshly on your underwear you swear you felt the fabric go up inside your core. “I’m not your boss, I’m your master. So go on and beg for master’s cum.”

“I don’t want you to cum on me.” You mewl, knowing you desperately wanted him to.

“I know you want it, slut,” He growls in your ear. “You want daddy’s cum dripping all over you. To getchu all nice and sticky. Hm? That what you want, pretty girl?”

“Yes, please master,” You give in. “I want you to fucking cum all over me and my slutty ass.”

He cups a hand under your chin from behind, stroking faster into your jerking hands. “That fucking filthy mouth of yours will get you into big trouble someday.”

“Shut up and cum for me already. I wanna taste you.”

“Aw, shiiiit,” He’s getting close but he needs to make you cum. Partly because he loves getting you off and another part is because he knows you’ll give him grief if he doesn’t. “Want you to cum, too, princess.”

He pulls hard on your underwear, using an up and down motion to frantically rub against your sensitive nub and your orgasm takes you by surprise. Your mouth flies open and he slaps a hand over it to keep you from screaming and alerting the staff as he nurses you through your orgasm. The mirror image of you cumming along with your writhing against him triggers his orgasm, cumming hard and seeing stars.

He gropes your hips with both hands, the rings on his fingers bite into your skin as he gives his final thrusts. You feel spurts of his cum everywhere soaking through your underwear as well. You feel a tension between your legs then a release. He’d torn your underwear off your body.

“What the f—-“ You began but Eddie shoves a middle finger coated in his cum into your mouth. Your fury dissipates for a moment as you suck on it earnestly like you would his cock, your skillful tongue tracing over the engraved silver of his ring. The salty-sweet taste of him elicits a satisfied hum from you.

“That’s it. Just like that. Just like how your Master taught you.” He coos, petting your hair. When he senses you getting carried away, he pulls his finger out with a wet ‘pop’. The glistening finger held up to his face so he can study it, making sure you suck it off clean.

“Um, Eddie, your cum is starting to get cold. Can you please clean me off? Also, I’m pretty sure we were loud enough for us to get a few stares the moment we leave this dressing room.”

“I’m sure we turned a lot of people on, too.” He says before putting a finger to his lips so that you can quiet down and focus on the shuffling and thudding going on in the dresser beside yours. Your mouth drops in shock and he laughs.

Eddie lifts the torn underwear in his hands, bringing them to his nose to inhale. God, you’re intoxicating. It’s a wonder for Eddie to have gone this long without burying his cock deep within you. But he enjoys torturing you, hanging it over your head despite it being torturous on his end as well. Somehow your suffering far outweighed any pain he felt. He wants you sobbing for his cock even more than you did two weeks ago. He doesn’t care when or where it happens. You will beg for his cock.

Using the torn fabric, he cleans up his mess then helps you fix your hair and adjust your prim and proper appearance as if nothing had happened. Eddie tends to himself last, tucking his third leg back into his jeans. In the corner of his eye, he could see you watching him and the bulge. You play it off, helping him fix himself when you were really looking to get another glance at his anaconda.

“So…about the dress…”

“What dress?” He smirks.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Munson. I want my dress. You said that you'd buy them if I did this.” You narrow your eyes at him.

“I said ‘maybe’.” He retorts.

You seethe, feeling so angry that steam could shoot out of your ears. “You’re a dick.” You turn to leave when he grabs your wrist and pulls you against him.

“I was just teasing you, sweetness. I would’ve gotten you the dress even if you didn’t go through with it. But it’s so much more fun that you did.” He smacks your ass and you let out a small gasp.

“You’re the best,” You litter his face with multiple kisses, your lipstick staining his skin all over. You kiss the corner of his mouth and it makes him hungry to feel your lips on his but he doesn’t pry. “While you’re buying my hot dress, I’m going to the van to rest my aching feet. I had a loooong day.”

You pat his back, unaware of Eddie staring angrily at you once again at your oblivion to his situation.

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[sehodreams]

RIIZE AS TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

Hey guys, so I saw @///gyuvision doing this and I thought it was the cutest thing ever, she did it so well I couldn't stop thinking about them when I heard music, to be honest I wanted to assign an era to each one but I couldn't decide (except Shotaro, he's definitely 1989, and Anton, he's Lover), so if you like it I’ll try to do that one.

These are songs that make me think about each member when I listen to them, I had so much fun doing this, hope you all enjoy it too!

TW and tags: fluff (?), a bit of toxic!Eunseok, a touch of angst, mentions of first time with Anton but nothing explicit (by the way they’re 18/19), fwb(?)!Wonbin.

WC: 2.1K

Note: This is not dark at all, if you don’t like that kind of content, I don’t recommend you visit my blog.

SEUNGHAN - The Archer

He's been so hurt, and it's even more painful because the people who have been trying to sabotage him are mostly friends, ‘cause all of my enemies started as friends, this song always makes me think of him, and how vulnerable he must feel seeing pictures of his past all around the internet, ‘cause they see right through me, can you see right through me? I see right through me, also, how much he must have felt responsible for the group's reputation, scared of being an obstacle to all the boys and regretting his past, I never grew up, it's getting so old, I'm sure he'll always remember these hard times, I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost, the room is on fire, on invisible smoke, but I hope he learns how to be stronger from this and comes back safely to the group with the same, or a better, energy, combat, I'm ready for combat.

EUNSEOK - False God

Eunseok would give you the most intense love story of your life, with an energy that makes you forget about anything else that isn't him and you two together, I know heaven's a thing, I go there when you touch me, honey hell is when I fight with you, however, I don’t think it’s a love that would last forever, you know it, he knows it, everyone knows it, they all warned us about times like this, they say the roads get hard and you get lost when you’re led by blind faith, and it doesn’t necessarily ends because you two don’t love each other anymore, but because of life circumstances and personalities, and I can’t talk to you when you’re like this, staring out the window like I’m not your favorite town, still, a love like the one you two had was impossible to get over, it doesn’t matter how much you two have tried it, you want to be together again, but we can patch it up good, make confessions and we’re begging for forgiveness, got the wine for you, but you're not good for each other anymore, and you can’t talk to me when I’m like this, daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you, so it becomes unstable, hard to maintain, a secret embarrassing to say out loud to others, but we might just get away with it, religion’s in your lips even if it’s a false god, at least, you two feel satisfied with what you have, because the thought of not being together is more painful than proudly living alone, we’d still worship this love, still worship this love, even if it’s a false god.

SUNGCHAN - You Belong With Me

Sungchan makes me think of friends-to-lovers and mutual pinning, knowing each other all life, you two had to be friends first to start having feelings for each other, I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry, and I know your favorite songs, and you tell me 'bout your dreams, but not daring to ruin your friendship, you try to forget it being with other people, hurting each other in the process, If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along, so why can't you see?, both of you have unfulfilling relationships with people you don’t love and that do not love you, and you've got a smile that can light up this whole town, I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down, you say you're fine, I know you better than that, you two know it’s not going to work out because you two need each other to feel really happy, I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be, laughing on a park bench thinking to myself ‘’Hey, isn't this easy?’’, so after much time, none of you can deny what you feel anymore, have you ever thought, just maybe, you belong with me?

SHOTARO - Shake It Off

My sweet boy reminds me of this song because he always brings positivity to whenever he is, But I keep cruising, can’t stop, won’t stop grooving, it’s like I got this music in my mind sayin’, ‘’It’s gonna be alright’’, his pretty smile makes you smile too, and even when the others say he can be scary while dancing, he works hard because he wants to give people the best out of him, and his skills are not just from talent, but from effort and passion, I never miss a beat, I’m lightnin’ on my feet, and that’s what they don’t see, he’s actually a pretty brave boy, grabbing every opportunity that appeared in front of him, following his love for dance and moving alone to Korea, I’m dancin’ on my own, I make the moves up as I go, and that’s what they don’t know, he got to work with NCT to then go to Riize, a risky decision that maybe wasn’t a choice to start, just think, while you’ve been getting’ down and out about the liars, and the dirty dirty cheats of the world, you could’ve been getting’ down to this sick beat, he's a strong boy, and doesn’t matter the obstacles that he sees, he’ll always overcome them and appreciate the process, ‘cause the players gonna play, and the haters gonna hate, baby I’m just gonna shake, shake it off, I shake it off.

Extra: And to the fella over there with the hella good hair, won’t you come on over, baby? We can shake, shake, shake, is Shotaro calling Wonbin to dance together, lol.

SOHEE – Fearless

We all know the comments about Sohee growing up in a family that wasn’t as well positioned economically as the other members, I don’t want to confirm it, but taking that into mind, it makes me think that he comes from a place that, if he hadn’t worked so hard, would have made his dream stay just like that, a dream, there’s something about the way the street looks when it’s just rained, there’s a glow off the pavement, and that, apart from liking to sing, his dream of being a start was pushed by himself with the goal of helping his family get a better life, we’re drivin down the road, I wonder if you know I’m trying so hard not to get caught up now, but you’re so cool, run your hands through your hair, absentmindedly making me want you, always remembering where he comes from and all the support he had, he has values not many do, in this one-horse town, I wanna stay right here, in this passenger’s seat, you put your eyes on me, in this moment now, capture it, remember it, he already met his first goal, debuting, and he’s slowly getting used to a different lifestyle, you pull me in and I’m a little more brave, it’s the first kiss, it’s flawless, really something, it’s fearless, he took a hard decision for anyone in his circumstances and he’s finally seeing results, but he doesn’t take it for granted and continues working hard every day, ‘cause I don’t know how it gets better than this, you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless, showing how courageous he is and how he’ll never stop improving, because fear is not an impediment for him, and I don’t know why but with you, I’d dance, in a storm in my best dress, fearless.

ANTON - Cruel Summer

Anton is summer love, seeing each other again after many years, you two can’t remember how you used to look when you were younger, enjoying meeting as if it was the first time again, but this time, you can’t just be friends anymore, killing me slow, out the window, I’m always waiting for you to be waiting below, doing new things, things you never imagined before, you enjoy exploring a different side of yourself, devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes, tanned skin, friendship bracelets, the ocean and ice creams in the middle of the night, everything is pure pleasure around you two, what doesn’t kill me makes me want you more, everyone tells you to be careful, because summer will have an end, and you know it, so you decide to get the best out of it, sneaking out and having as many experiences together as possible, It’s cool, that’s what I tell ‘em, no rules, in breakable heaven, stealing cheap beers and whisky from your parents to then get sick because you two are too young to know how to hold your liquor, I’m drunk in the back of the car, and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar, you don’t want to admit it, but you think you’re the one who is more in love between you two, which hurts, said, ‘’I’m fine’’, but it wasn’t true, I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you, you believe you’re the one who is making most of the effort, risking things you never thought you’d before, and I snuck in through the garden gate, every night that summer just to seal my fate, and you thought he didn’t know about your feelings, but of course he did, who else would give as many things as you did? and I screamed for whatever is worth, ‘’I love you’’, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?, however, to your surprise, you find out you weren’t the one who was more in love, he looks up grinning like a devil, and, even if it ends, you two give each other all the first times anyone could ever wish, and It’s new, the shape of your body, so it’s cruel, but it’s the best summer, it’s blue, the feeling I’ve got, and it’s ooh, whoa, oh it’s a cruel summer.

WONBIN - I Think He Knows

Falling for Wonbin is easy, he draws people to him without even trying, so of course you’re one of his victims too, his footprints on the sidewalk lead to where I can’t stop, go there every night, just to have him near you was enough to enchant you, following him with your eyes all night, you can’t help but go to him, his hands around a cold glass make me wanna know that body like it’s mine, you’re the one who has to start the interaction, and even if you weren’t used to it, you did it, pushing the fear of rejection aside, seeing a man like him was unusual, and you had to shoot your shot, he got that boyish look that I like in a man, it wasn’t as hard as you thought, with confidence, and a weak strategy, you caught his attention too, I am an architect, I’m drawing up the plans, a bit awkward at first, you being the one getting close first made you feel like a young kid running behind her crush again, it’s like I’m 17, nobody understands, no one understands, but you liked it, the nervous eyes, the heart beating, the hands sweating, it was something exciting that reminded you of good times, he got my heartbeat skipping down 16th avenue, but you weren’t a child anymore, that interaction wouldn’t end with you two holding hands, and with him reciprocating the energy, you felt it coming, got that, ah, I mean, wanna see what’s under that attitude, like, I want you, bless my soul, and I ain’t gotta tell him, I think he knows, and unlike the meeting, the touches weren’t awkward at all, both of you perfectly knowing what to do to satisfy each other, when we get all alone, I’ll make myself at home, and he’ll want me to stay, but you knew his type, and he knew yours, or so he thought, because after a couple of meetings and getting to know the real you, I think he knows he’d better lock it down or I won’t stick around, ‘cause good ones never wait, he didn’t want to let you go anymore, he’s so obsessed with me and boy I understand, boy I understand, he was new to approaching someone, always being the approached one, but again, with a bit of your help, everything was possible, lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh, we could follow the sparks, I’ll drive, and just like falling for him, being with him was easy too, because after you showed him the path, he knew what to do, ‘’So where we gonna go?’’ I whisper in the dark, ‘’Where we gonna go?’’ I think he knows.

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Chick at a Rock Concert

Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x Fem!Agent!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 5.8k

MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI. AGELESS/BLANK ACCOUNT WILL BE BLOCKED.

Summary: You’re a Kingsman agent and tag along for a mission at a music festival, looking for a distraction after the lingering loss of your fellow agents. Jack takes immediate notice of you, sparking a mutual attraction between the two of you. When he’s rejected by the “chick at a rock concert”, you take the opportunity to spend the day with him. That day leads into a night of even more fun.

Warnings: fem!reader, soft dom!Whiskey, age gap sorta (Age not specified for reader, Jack’s ego is just bruised), daddy kink if you squint (Jack refers to himself as it a few times, no hard feelings if you wanna just replace the word in your head because this isn’t a ddlg dynamic), praise kink, smut, oral (f receiving) p in v, soft turning into rough sex, cockwarming, dirty talk, pet names, no physical description of reader and “festival outfit” is left vague, smol amount of angst

A/N: I’m ngl this is pretty self indulgent. It’s been a brain rot simmering in my head for a few weeks. I just have a feeling Jack would go nuts over someone who tries to match his energy while wearing one of those sexy music festival outfits lol. Jack is one of my faves and I hope I’m able to do him justice. I’ve debated making this a one shot series or something to weave into the story of the movie but we’ll see lol. I did my best to keep the reader’s “backstory” vague. This is also my first smut, so kind-of practice for when I get to that point in my current Mando WIP. Also not beta read :D

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The mission was pretty simple, and you probably weren’t needed for it. But the previous days for you and your very few remaining Kingsman peers had been a disaster, to say the least. You volunteered to come along, knowing it was at a popular music festival. It was still work but it was also the small “break” you needed to have a moment away from the grief and sadness over losing so much. You just needed something, anything, to help forget for the time being.

You picked out a cheeky festival outfit, not uncommon for these kinds of events. Might as well try to blend in, you told yourself. Weaving through the crowd, you set to find Eggsy through the sea of eccentric festival goers.

—

Eggsy had too much on his mind and was reeling from the current realization of how this mission was about to go down. Agent Whiskey demonstrated with his fingers and a subtle explanation of how to plant the tracking device on the target.

“Where is that other agent of y’all’s?” Whiskey asks, an undertone of annoyance in his voice as he takes a swig of his flask.

Eggsy stops walking, “she should be meeting with us any minute now. She told me she’s here already.”

Whiskey and Eggsy, while looking for you, had also spotted the mission's target. A woman lounging at one of the many outdoor bars of the event. Eggsy’s heartbeat quickens, he’s dreading every minute of this. But this mission is too important and he knows that.

Jack scoffs, “takin’ her sweet time, our girl is right over there.”

“Ah! There she is!” Eggsy shuts Whiskey down. Before he can continue to complain, he looks up towards you. His jaw hangs a little after Eggsy points you out as you stride towards them.

This was your first time physically meeting Whiskey, despite technically being in the same room as the “meeting” with Statesman’s leader, Champ. But you didn’t have glasses at the time that would allow you to see a projection of him in his seat. You couldn’t help but stare back at him as you got closer to the two.

Ginger warned you about him when she helped you set up for this mission. Telling you he’s a huge flirt and will likely make a pass at you. You didn’t exactly mind though, you weren’t afraid of a flirtatious encounter. You requested to read his file and after doing so, you really felt for him. You wanted to see the good in others, to understand them. And based on his past you could tell he’s been through a lot, and it’s probably complicated. You could at least empathize with him.

Aside from that, what’s wrong with wanting to have some fun? Maybe you both could help each other forget, just a little bit.

He drank in the sight of you in the outfit you’d chosen, and suddenly you were not regretting it because you could tell. You found yourself doing the same to him. He’s attractive, broad shouldered and golden skinned. He wore a Stetson, white T-shirt, leather jacket and jeans that did a beautiful job of capturing the shape of his slender hips and legs. A sharp nose and jawline, clean shave save for pouty lips with a perfectly groomed mustache atop them.

Approaching them, you sigh, “so sorry to make you guys wait, this place is packed!”

Whiskey seemed to be momentarily frozen until Eggsy breaks the silence with a clearing of his throat. He introduces you to him by your code name and actual name.

“And uhm, this is Agent Whiskey-“

“Jack. Jack Daniels.” Cutting Eggsy off while taking a large step towards you, not hiding the way his eyes take a quick look at you, up and down. He holds his hand out for you and you take it with a smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jack.” Hearing you choose to use his actual name sends a thrill through him. A grin creeps across his lips, “darlin’, the pleasure is all mine.” He lifts your hand to his lips to leave a small, chaste kiss. You can’t help but giggle, both at the act and Eggsy giving a very exaggerated eye roll from behind him.

Jack’s eyes are a dark, chocolate brown and you don’t break the eye contact he maintains with you. They almost sparkle.

“Anyways, our target is right over there.” Eggsy interjects. Jack jerks upright and clears his throat, letting go of your hand.

Jack takes a swig of his flask, “watch and learn, buddy.” He puffs his chest and struts towards the bar.

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Watching Jack get rejected like that was…rough, to say the least. You couldn’t help but quietly snicker, watching Eggsy so swiftly capture the attention of the woman away from Jack’s failed attempt at hitting on her.

He frowns deeply and glares, walking away. You decide it’s safe to let Eggsy take the reins and catch up to Jack.

“I’m not going to lie, that was a little hard to watch,” you say to him. He stops walking and looks at you, unamused. You shrug it off and continue, “that’s ok though. Why don’t we enjoy the festival?”

Jack lets out a deep sigh and turns his head, “darlin’, you don’t want to hang out with an ‘old man’ like me.” The way he says the words “old man” is a mocking echo of what Eggsy had called him in front of that woman. Dang, he took that pretty personally. You imagine you probably would too, if you were in his shoes.

You decided to take this opportunity to rekindle the flame on that brief “chemistry” you had with him earlier. You boldly insert one of your arms into his elbow.

With a lilt in your voice, batting your lashes at him you say, “I prefer men who are experienced, anyways.”

That seemed to do the trick of snapping him out of this small depressive slump. That sparkle returned to his eyes and his smile widened, revealing his perfect white teeth.

“Oh sugar, I can be that and more.” He wraps his free hand around yours in the crook of his elbow and you both continue on into the crowd.

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At some point, after wandering for a bit, you both found a space in the grass field, a far distance out from one of the stages. Both of you are lounging and basking in the sun. Hours had passed before you had realized it, the two of you were too distracted by each other and your conversation to even notice.

Jack’s personality was provocative, fiery and passionate. His cheesy pick up lines worked on you, in a way. He took joy in sharing interesting stories he kept up his sleeve that hooked your attention. He described various close calls he’d had in the field, especially from when he was younger. You listened intently and never broke away from him.

He laid out on his back, arms braced behind himself in the grass. Next to him, you’d opted to rest on your front, propped up on your elbows and your legs kicked up behind you. The angle giving him a front row seat to your cleavage.

Here and there you’d notice the way he’d look you up and down, but you preened under his gaze. There was an obvious attraction between the two of you and neither of you tried to hide it.

When you were deep in telling your own story, one that caused you to shift into sitting on your bottom, he took one of your hands in both of his large hands. He rubbed his thumbs across your knuckles and carefully inspected your palm and fingers, absentmindedly, as you spoke.

You let out a deep sigh, “spending time with you today has been a breath of fresh air, thank you.” That might have come out more sentimental than you intended but life has been a wild ride lately. “I don’t know whether I’m going up or down anymore….”

Jack’s facial expression softens and he squeezes your hand in one of his, “anytime, darlin’. In some ways, I’ve been in your shoes before. It never gets easier.” His tone was even and more serious. You knew he understood. It comes with the type of job you’ve both found yourselves in.

“However,” you start, “I’m thankful we found the Statesmen. I don’t know what we’d be doing if it weren’t for you all. I don’t know if finding who did this will fill the hole in my heart but something has to be done.”

Jack sits up and leans towards you, “a hole in your heart, huh?”

Your face heats up, “I-I mean, that’s the best way I can describe it I guess.”

“No no, I understand. I’ve just never heard it put that way….” He pauses, his eyes briefly drift off and then come back to yours. His other hand reaching to push a strand of your hair behind your ear, a shiver runs up your spine. You’ve lost yourself in his eyes and never want to come back up for air.

“Don’t you worry, sugar. We will make things right.”

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This mission ended up being pretty easy, at least for the two of you it did. You felt bad for Eggsy. Jack later explained how and WHERE the tracker had to be placed, and you could imagine the inner turmoil that that had caused. Or even worse, the possible relationship problems it could cause for him.

When Jack described to you what he had told Eggsy to do with the tracker, your face heats up. Jack on the other hand, winked and flashed a white toothed grin. He had assumed he would be the one doing the deed but it looked like the universe had other plans, and you certainly didn’t mind.

The bright, sunny day had started to fade into night. The sky progressed from a beautiful orange sunset into a deep purple. Some stars could be seen above the continuing hustle and bustle of the festival. You hadn’t heard from Eggsy since leaving him and you started to grow concerned. Standing off to the side of one of the festival's exits, you called him. Jack stood near you, hands on his hips as he waited.

Your call to Eggsy goes to voicemail and just as you’re about to hang up and try again, you get a text notification from him.

It’s done, I’ve let Ginger know. I’ll meet back up with both of you tomorrow.

You read this aloud so Jack could hear, he rolls his eyes and shrugs. You snicker, “are you really still bitter about him stealing your thunder?”

“Hey now….” He gently grabs your elbows and brings you close to him. Wrapping one hand around your waist and the other pinching your chin and stroking from your cheeks to your jawline. His eyes meet yours and they’re dark, reflecting his growing hunger. Whatever sass you were about to quip out immediately evaporates, leaving you a melting mess in his arms. Your own breath slowed and you returned his gaze under fluttering lashes.

His voice dips an octave and he stares deeply into your eyes, “Ol’ Jack never lost his thunder.” A shiver runs up your spine once again and you smile bashfully. Your eyes drifted to the side in an attempt to hide the flustered heat on your face. He hums, using his thumb and forefinger to delicately redirect your eyes back to his.

“Don’t hide from me.”

After a day full of flirting and building sexual tension, you make a snap decision. Bringing your arms up and draping them around his neck, chest against his. You hold his gaze a few seconds more while he adjusts his hands to sit on either side of your waist.

“Well then, Cowboy,” you say, echoing back the same low, husky tone. “Would you say ‘mission accomplished’?”

Jack hums in amusement, happy to see you rise to his challenge.

“Not yet, sugar. Still haven’t hooked up with a chick at a rock concert.”

It feels like a burst of butterflies in your stomach. Heat pooling in your stomach and thankful his hands are on you because otherwise you feel like you’d float away.

You flash him a sultry grin, “I think I can make that happen.” His face brightens as you shift your hands down from his shoulders to his firm pecs. His large hands explore up and down your back, his body is warm and inviting. You could smell the musk of his chosen cologne for today. Touching him like this after a day full of passive brushes and small gestures felt like finally drinking water in a parched desert.

“But on one condition,” you add, lowering your voice.

Jack quirks an eyebrow at you, “tell me, beautiful.”

Your eyes flick up to his hat and back down to him, his eyes following you. You maneuver yourself closer to his head, bringing your lips close to his ear.

“I want to wear your hat while I ride you,” you whisper.

The next thing you hear is a deep growl erupting from his chest. In one swift move he has one hand on the back of your neck and pulls you into a deep kiss. You mutually feel like a dam has finally broken.

The kiss is long as you both exhale and hum into each other’s mouths. He licks into your mouth and in return you gently bite his bottom lip, almost sending him into a frenzy.

Jack, almost painfully unlatches himself from you. His eyes meet yours, dilated and blown out on lust. A dark chuckle escapes his mouth and he pins you close to him with both hands behind your neck, using his thumbs to balance your jaw. The act itself sends arousal coursing furiously through your veins. You’re going to be a puddle before you can even leave the festival.

Jack grabs your hand and leads you alongside him, back to his Bronco. You both run and giggle like teenagers in love trying to sneak around. When you approach his car, he opens his passenger side door and lets you in. He dashes to the driver's side and buckles in.

With one hand on the steering wheel, he uses the other to wrap around you and bring you close to him, buckling you into the middle seat. Then, with smooth precision, he reverses out of his space and makes his way out of the parking lot and towards his hotel.

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Jack’s Bronco screeches to a halt in the driveway of the hotel. Within seconds he exits and is at the passenger side letting you out.

He wraps his arm around you and brings you close into his side as he walks towards the entrance. His hand gives the meat of your thigh a small grip and you yelp. Jack throws his keys to the valet boy and struts inside.

Once at the elevator, Jack scans a key that sends it to the private suite up top. Of course he would have a private, fancy suite you think to yourself. You both enter the elevator, his hand on the small of your back guiding you in.

Once the doors closed, you’re on each other. A flurry of gnashing teeth and grabbing hands. He pushes you against the corner of the elevator with both hands on your waist. You wrap both arms around his neck, one hand stroking the hair at the nape of his neck, using his body to balance you.

His hand trails upward to grip the back of your neck, threading through the hair that grows there. He breaks away from your lips, using his grip to carefully tilt your head back, exposing your neck. Trailing heated kisses up and down, murmuring in between each.

Jack’s going to treat you right, don’t you worry babydoll.

I’ve been thinking about this all damn day.

You had been thinking about this all day too, unashamedly.

You moan when feeling his pelvis grind up against you. He’s already very hard and the sounds he pulls from you only serve to excite him further. Just as he’s about to slip a hand underneath the hem of your shirt, the elevator dings and opens up into the suite.

The hotel suite is massive. A living room with a kitchen to the side. Further in is a doorway to the suite’s master bedroom. The trip there becomes a mix of kissing, groping, and removing articles of just your clothing one by one until you’re brought to the edge of the bed wearing only your bra and panties. Looking around the room you see it break off into an open, large bathroom with a claw foot tub and glass door shower.

The back of your knees hits the edge of the mattress, with Jack gently pushing into you as you sit. Your hands come up to undo his belt buckle, but his hands grab yours to stop you.

“Not yet, gorgeous,” he says with a husky tone. “Daddy’s going to have his way with you first.”

You’ve decided you will never get tired of the nicknames. They cause your heart to hammer in your chest and you love every second of it.

Your arms drop back to your sides on the bed. Jack licks his lower lip and leans over to reach behind you to unlatch your bra. Once it’s free, he slowly slips it off your shoulders and discards it to the side.

He proceeds to gently guide you to lay on the bed. His hands grab under your knees to bring your legs up, feet resting on the bed. Finally, he loops both forefingers into the sides of your panties and pulls them off, joining your bra on the floor. Following that is his leather jacket.

Standing up straight and resting one hand on each of your knees, he pauses. His eyes rake you over and he hums.

“Lemme get a good look ‘atcha.”

The sight of you beneath him, naked and vulnerable, is downright breathtaking to him. Your breathing is heavy, your eyes hooded and lips parted and swollen. He’s proud to have been able to rile you up like this. He grabs his Stetson off his head and sets it on the other corner of the mattress.

Watching him look you over sends a buzz through your body and centers on your core. However, you need his touch, right now.

“Jack, please….”

“Please, what?” Thumbs tracing the inner sides of your knees. “Tell me, gorgeous.”

“T-touch me…” You manage to stutter out. “Please touch me, right now.”

Immediately, Jack drops to his knees on the floor and grips your thighs to scoot your bottom to the edge of the bed. He leaves small kisses on your inner thighs making his way to your heat. He goes right into it, flattening his tongue and running it up your folds. One hand reaches up to massage your breast, rolling his thumb over your nipple. You bite your lip in response.

It feels like a shock to your system, sending slick to gather between your thighs. Back arching, soft pants as you send a hand down to card through his soft hair. You suddenly feel one of his fingers circle your opening and insert. You almost cry out but stop yourself by biting the knuckles of your other hand.

“Jack….Jack, oh my god….”

“Mmmm gorgeous, you taste better than I had even imagined.”

His finger slides in and out, rubbing your clenching walls. Not too long after, he inserts another finger, earning another loud moan from you. The fire at the base of your spine rapidly grows brighter and brighter, causing you to involuntarily begin to buck against his face. His tongue and lips expertly sucking, licking and laving on and around your sensitive bud. His free hand sliding up to cup your knee and keep your legs apart.

You cry out and whimper the closer you get to your limit, beginning to see stars. You were not prepared for how good he is at this. His fingers grip the meat of your thighs and squeeze, holding you steady while he rubs his face deeper.

“You going to cum for me, sugar? Come on baby, I got’cha,” Jack cooes.

That’s enough to send you over the edge, feeling you clench down on his fingers as you climax. Murmurs of That’s it, show Daddy what you got through your loud moans. Your vision fades to black, you reward his ministrations with cries of Yes, yes…oh my god Jack, yes!

After working you through your first orgasm, he stands up and rests his hands on either of your knees. He watches your panting, heaving chest. His hands shoot forward, tenderly grabbing both of your breasts in his hands. You make a small, strangled noise in response and then hum.

“That was…..amazing,” you say between small gasps, still regaining your breath.

Jack smiles wide and crooked, “that’s just the start, gorgeous.”

Jack finally starts to really let go of his restraint with you, moving to make quick work of removing his clothes. When you attempt to sit up, his hand immediately pushes you back down and wags his finger with a tut from his mouth. “So needy. But I’m going to take my time.”

His words cause something between a moan and giggle to come from you, biting your lip while you watch him undo his ridiculous belt buckle. He sees you eyeing it and quirks an eyebrow, “Should I use this on you? Wrap it around your pretty wrists?”

A light forms in your eyes and you shake your head yes, excitement building in your stomach and between your thighs. “I’d love that, Jack.”

“I’m sure you would, darlin’,” he says silkily.

The last thing to be stripped off is his underwear, cock springing forward red and heavy.

Jack positions himself between your thighs, arms caging your head and your upper bodies melding together. His lips meet yours in a fevered kiss while you stretch your arms out above your head to give easier access to you.

His tongue runs along your bottom lip and you grant him access, his tongue quickly overpowering yours and licking into your mouth. It’s almost difficult keeping up with his passionate kissing.

Your eyes open to meet him when he stops and his gaze is still dark and hungry. Those warm brown eyes only added to melt you into the trembling mess you're becoming at his expert fingertips.

Jack starts to trail down your body, nipping and kissing your jawline, moving down to gently scrape his teeth across your collarbone. Taking one breast in one hand while the other supports him above you. He takes your nipple in his mouth and you arch into him, sending electricity through your nerves. Arousal starts to build back up in between your thighs.

“You’re so perfect,” Jack says breathily. “I can wait much longer. Are you ready for me, gorgeous?”

Your eyes cast down to meet him as he continues to lap at your breasts, “Yes Jack, please. I need you.”

“Welll….” He drawls. “Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t give my girl what she needs?”

Taking his length in his hand, he lines himself up with your opening, sliding it through your slick folds and coating himself. Then slowly, but surely, he begins to insert. The stretch around him feels amazing and takes your breath right out of your lungs.

Jack almost loses himself doing this, and he’s not even all the way in. Jack has quite a length himself, he knows this. Hence the need to prepare you like he did. He lets out a low groan from his chest as he buries himself in your wet cunt.

His face is right above yours, lips brushing as you breath in each other's air while he adjusts himself. You widen your legs to give him more space to sink himself in, he rolls his hips to enter gradually. After a few rocks of his hips, he’s into the hilt.

You can’t help but cry out and the sound is music to his ears. His hips start a steady, rolling pace with each thrust increasing the volume of your wanton moans. You can feel every inch of him dragging against your walls.

He feels almost impossibly deep as he picks up his pace. You arch your back from his bed, your chest becoming flush with his. The feeling of your soft breasts against his chest elicits a deep moan from the back of his throat.

One of his hands cups your cheek as he lowers his face to your ear on the opposite side. Just when you thought you couldn’t possibly take in any more different sensations, his hot breath fans over your skin while singing you praises.

Atta girl, that’s it, I’ve got you.

Oh you take me so well…so well.

Can you give me another? Come on gorgeous, I know you can.

The coil in your stomach tightens and tightens but you can’t seem to find the end of it. You open your mouth to say something but you’re not sure what. You just need more and more of him.

“Oh….I….” You can barely stutter out, your vision turning white. He nudges your temple with his nose then lays a sensual kiss.

“Do you need more? Tell Jack what you need.”

“Yes…yes please, I-I need more!” You finally manage to breathe out.

Jack’s eyes meet yours with a glint of mischief and a crooked grin to match. With one hand bracing above your head and the other snaking down to grip your lower back and waist.

“Hold on tight sugar and get ready to giddy-up!”

In a split second he stops thrusting, using his muscular body to swiftly roll over his side to his back while bringing you with him placing you on top. When adjusted, you allow yourself to sink down onto him, creating a whole new myriad of stimulation.

Jack marvels at the sight of you atop of him, puffing his chest in pride. Both of you breathily laugh as you adjust. A sheen of sweat has gathered across the soft skin of your body and shines in the lowlight of the bedroom.

At first you stay put, feeling the new depth of his cock inside of you. Conveniently, you remember what you told him earlier. You turn to find his hat still perched on the corner of the bed, stretching your arm out to grab it. He watches you carefully as you gently grab the top of his precious Stetson.

Turning back to look at him, flashing him a seductive look, you place his hat on top of your head. You lick your bottom lip and bite it, placing your hands on his chest to keep your balance. “Let’s go for a ride, cowboy.”

Jack grins back at you dangerously, “oh babydoll you’re going to be the death of me!”

He shifts and plants his legs into the bed, straightening his knees to give him leverage. He ruts his hips up into yours and sets a punishing pace, resulting in a loud, erotic moan erupting from your chest. Taking that as encouragement, he digs his fingers into your hips to keep you steady while the head of his cock strokes that spot deep inside of you.

The coil in your stomach starts to tighten again and you clench around him. You can feel your next orgasm start to barrel towards you. The sound of skin slapping and your mutual gasps and moans intertwining fills your ears. You haven’t broken eye contact with him and it only adds to the fire deep in his own abdomen.

Your legs start to shake as you cum hard around him, riding out the blissful shockwaves. His cock continuing to fuck up into you and giving the perfect amount of overstimulation for you to ride it out.

“Fuck! F-fuck, oh Jack-“

“Theeeere we go, that’s it, come on Sugar, you can take it!”

Jack takes one large hand and reaches out to rub his thumb against your clit, sending you over the cliff.

At the tail end of your explosive orgasm, you collapse onto his chest. He removes his hat to the side and wraps his arms around your torso, bringing his lips down to your ear to whisper again.

You did so good gorgeous.

Christ almighty girl, can you hear that? You’ve soaked me to the bone.

You begin to whimper and shake. Not sure what to do with your arms, you stretch them out behind you. Jack takes the opportunity to grab both wrists into one hand while the other is still wrapped around your back. Giving him just enough leverage to keep up with the pounding of his hips.

Jack’s own orgasm is very close, your overstimulated pussy fluttering around his length. His eyes roll to the back of his head, “I’m almost there sugar, w-where do you want me?”

You can barely speak while you dissolve into pleasure as you rest on his broad chest. You manage to spit out “inside…on pill….please, inside….”while burying yourself in the crook of his neck.

Jack’s position inside of you practically has his lower back hover above the bed with his legs keeping him up. He suddenly tenses up, hips stutter, and he finally crashes into his own orgasm. His thrusts begin to slow but ride out the pulsing of his cock as it shoots ropes into your tight, wet cunt.

With a loud, satisfied sigh, he relaxes onto the bed. Stretching his legs to rest on the plush mattress. You feel the deep rise and fall of his chest underneath your own. Lifting your head to see his eyes wrenching open to meet yours. He smiles, and you smile back, scooting up to kiss him. He welcomes your lips with a hum and molds his mouth around yours.

The two of you stay like this for a few moments, sated and content. You just know you’re going to be feeling him the next day and you’re sure he’ll love to know that.

Eventually his cock slips out of you as he rolls both of you to your sides, facing each other as closely as you can. He rubs his nose against yours and you giggle.

“Jack…that was phenomenal.”

“I know sugar, I was there,” he drawls, southern accent even more present.

You chuckle and playfully slap his shoulder, his hand reaches around to grab your ass cheek to bring you closer to him.

Jack brings his other arm up to wrap around you between the bed and your arm. He holds you close to him, planting a soft kiss atop your head.

“Thank you sugar,” he murmurs.

You rub your head into the crook of his neck, “thank you? For what?”

“For giving this ‘old man’ a chance.”

Your hand comes up to splay across his pectoral above his heart and you feel his quickened heartbeat underneath your palm. Your own heart is also rapidly beating in tandem. You then bring your hand up to caress his cheek, he closes his eyes and leans into your touch.

“That girl has no idea what she missed out on,” you say, tenderly. “But I’m glad it ended up this way.”

Jack looks deep into your eyes and feels like his heart might burst. He didn’t mean to take the rejection so hard, but what he ended up with was far times better.

Be brings up the comforter on the bed to cover you as he slips out of it. You pout at him in protest, sitting up until he pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, teasingly shushing you.

“Ssshh, sweet girl, just hold on tight for a minute.”

With a light kiss to your forehead as you lay back down, nestling yourself into the soft bed, he treks to the bathroom. You hear him rustling for a few minutes, the sink turning on and off and then the sound of the tub filling. He comes back with a cloth, you catch onto his intent and move the blanket to give him access. Softly, he cleans you up and then discards the cloth.

He offers you a hand and you accept it, letting him help lift you up from the bed to stand on shaky legs. You use both arms to grab him and he smirks, pleased with himself once again. Your legs feel like jello but you’re not complaining one bit.

He brings you to the tub, getting inside first and offering his hands to bring you in with him. You give a low hiss, feeling the hot water touch your skin as you sink into the water. You seat yourself between his legs and rest your back to his chest.

Both of you sigh in contentment, you rest your head back into his shoulder. His hand reaches to rest on your neck and rub his thumb along the hollow of it. He slowly places reverent kisses along your temple into your hairline.

Never, did you think this is how today would end up and you couldn’t be more thankful. Jack simultaneously excites and comforts you. Jack finds himself infatuated, you’ve possibly become the much needed balm for his aches.

“Oh shoot, we didn’t use your belt,” you laugh.

Jack smiles into your hair, “I was thinking we could use that next time…”

Your face falls, you turn your head slightly to face him. His eyes are affectionate and the corners of his lips turned up. You flutter your lashes and mirror back his expression, heart thumping harder in your chest. You didn’t mean to assume this was a one time thing but you’re thrilled to know he wants more of you. Will this lead somewhere interesting?

“I’d love that,” you whisper as he brings his lips down to yours, holding you in a long kiss. His thumb comes up to stroke your cheek and you deepen it. You turn your body towards his, sitting up and moving to straddle his hips. You break off the kiss to rest your hands on his shoulder as he rubs your back, pressing you tight against him.

Jack thought he might be scared to ever find love again. He’s not saying this is love, not yet exactly. But after years of one-night stands, not taking himself seriously and rejected flirting attempts, he’s tired. Ready for something fresh and new. He wonders how in the world your two worlds seemed to line up the way they did. Today might have started with a nearly instant sexual attraction, but it ended off with a full heart and ease he hasn’t experienced in a very, very long time.

Not since her.

And knowing you reciprocate that, enthusiastically, motivates him.

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Puppy Love  Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Fem!Reader Series: Mr. Right Next Door Tags: 3.2k, Neighbor!AU, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Humor. Summary: So, your dog manages to score a boyfriend before you…unsurprising with your luck. However, your four-legged companion and her beau seem to conspire to bring a little puppy love into their human’s lives as well. 

Doggie Daycare is a blessing. 

Now that might sound dramatic, but any apartment dwelling dog owner will tell you how much of a life saver it is to drop your baby off to run, swim, play, and socialize the day away because otherwise you’d be stuck walking five miles every night just to burn off some of that pent up energy. Especially those with big, bouncy breeds. Those bad boys have bottled up zoomies ready and waiting to go. 

Lizzie, your three year old Golden Retriever, was typically pretty laid back but you like to credit some of that to the fact that she’s been enrolled in daycare since she was finished with her puppy vaccines and it’s served to both tucker her out and teach her a few social manners. You also love that you don’t need to feel guilty when your work day stretches longer than usual into the afternoons. 

The little bell rings as you push through the door to pick Lizzie up and the receptionist’s familiar face greets you right away. 

“Oh, have I got exciting news for you!” Lea grins from behind the desk, “Lizzie’s got a boyfriend!”

You cup your cheeks and laugh, “Oh my gosh! She’s not old enough for boyfriends. She’s supposed to be making friends…not smooching.”

Lea laughs and comes out from behind the desk, joining you at the large window that peers into the indoor daycare room. It’s a particularly busy day so it takes a moment but Lea points into the far left corner and sure enough there is Lizzie laying right next to a pretty another pretty golden, fur red as can be, and they’re sharing one rope toy, gently tugging it back and forth between kissing each other’s faces. 

“That’s Appa,” Lea bounces on her toes happily, “It’s his first day and he’s been glued to Lizzie’s side from the moment he saw her. They’re just so sweet to each other!”

Appa breaks away from their shared toy and licks Lizzie’s ear before she nudges the toy back over to him and he plays along, following her lead. Your heart clenches and you resist the urge to bust through the glass window like the coolaid man so you can love on them both. The cute aggression swirls in your veins. 

Must. Squeeze. Dogs.

The daycare attendant notices you and Lea in the window, and waves before calling your baby over. Both Lizzie and Appa go to the door as if they’re leaving together, but of course, only Lizzie is pulled out for pick up and you watch with pouted lips as Appa sits patiently at the door, waiting for his new friend to return. He sits and waits all the way up until you reluctantly leave but only after Lea reassures you that Appa’s owner should be along shortly and would no doubt return tomorrow. 

With Lizzie all clipped into her harness and seatbelt in the backseat, you start on the way home and talk to her the whole way there, per usual. She only ever responds with a head tilt or perked ears though. The occasional “whisper” you taught her was your answer to “Just what are you doing flirting with that devilishly handsome red boy?”

Over the next few weeks, it seemed Lizzie had a renewed purpose in getting you up, moving, and out the door so she could get to daycare bright and early each day. Every evening you would go to pick her up, you would find her and Appa playing or resting together and you became so endeared with the other pup. 

It seemed as though the feeling was mutual because one day at pick up, Lea happily handed over a little baggie with a brand new toy in it. You pulled the little stuffed strawberry toy out and beamed. “That’s a gift from Appa and his dad,” Lea smirks and your brows raise, “His very handsome and seemingly very single dad…”

Seeing Lea every day during the week, you’ve formed a little friendship and share bits of life here and there around drop off and pick up times. She’s sort of like your hair dresser who knows just a little too much but you really like her - even if she’s playing a little matchmaking game on the side. 

“Well,” you grin as Lizzie bounds around the corner and sidles up to your thigh, “It looks like Liz and I have some shopping to do.”

That started a bit of a trend and every so often you and Appa’s dad would send home new toys with each other though not once had you ever run into him which was a little disheartening. Not just because Lea mentioned him being handsome or anything….You just wanted a chance to meet your dog’s boyfriend’s dad. 

Was that so odd?

On a brisk Saturday morning you decided to take Lizzie for a walk. Her pretty white coat was extra fluffy after her bath the night before and you thought she looked extra cute when the sun reflected off the pink gemstones in her collar. She was always great on leash and never stayed from your side, matching your pace so she was never too far behind or in front of you. 

There were street vendors out, children playing in the open park, people riding bicycles but still, Lizzie stayed right next to you and you tried not to look too proud of how behaved she was when you witnessed several other dog owners having a less than pleasant walk with their overstimulated companion. Then her little ears perked up and she stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. 

You glanced down and noticed she was staring across the park but nothing in particular stood out so you urged her to move along and she didn’t budge.

Furrowing your brows, you lean down a bit closer. “Liz, what’s wron-!”

The words tear from your lips when Lizzie suddenly breaks into a full out run and your body jerks into motion. You try your hardest to reel her back in but with her strength and momentum and you being caught off balance it is near-impossible to slow her down and she doesn’t respond to any of your frantic commands to stop. 

You heave in a deep breath, panting between running and shouting, and Lizzie just keeps running. She drags you through the park, between picnic setups and too close to a painter under the tree. You’re lead straight between a makeshift soccer match and narrowly avoid a ball to the side of your head. Lizzie keeps running and your shoe catches on a rock but before you hit the ground you slam into another body. 

The person throws their arms out and catches you before you hit the ground but suddenly your legs become bound to the strangers and you both hit the ground with a loud grunt. Thankfully, you both land on your side so at least crushing a stranger is not on your list of embarrassing things that just happened but you are indeed still bound together and there is a definitely going to be a knot on your forehead where you bumped noggins with your unfortunate savior. 

Before you can even open your eyes, Lizzie is licking you in the face and you instinctively tuck your head in but that leaves you pressing your face into the strangers shoulder awkwardly. Next thing you know, they’re the one tensing and pressing closer to you and then you hear, “Appa! What’s the matter with you?!”

“Appa?” you repeat and Lizzie puts her wet nose against your ear, “Lizzie! Ugh, stop it!”

“Wait - Lizzie?”

The licking stops long enough to look into the face of the person you’re still laying on the ground with and the second you open your eyes, you shut them on instinct. No way are you in this predicament with someone this good looking. Legs tangled together by dog leashes, drool in your hair…ugh…the cute is absent from this meet cute. 

“Appppaaa,” the man says almost teasingly, “This is your Lizzie isn’t it?”

Peeking your eyes open, the man is smiling back at you. “That must make you Lizzie’s mom, right?”

You bite your lip. “Yeah, that’s me,” you smile a bit since he’s not stopped and it’s sort of contagious, “And you must be Appa’s dad?”

“Wooyoung,” he scrunches his nose cutely, “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise,” you grin, all starry-eyed and stupid. 

Appa barks once and you both snap your eyes up to your dogs patiently waiting at your feet to be let off leash. Wooyoung carefully helps you up, bracing your elbow and just behind your back so you can both sit up and once the pups are released you bump hands a few times trying to untangle the nylon’s constricting grip. 

“I’ve really been hoping we would run into you but this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Wooyoung laughs, “It’s a great story to tell the metaphorical grandpuppies though.”

You snort and Wooyoung explains. “Appa is neutered.”

“Lizzie is spayed too so no puppies,” you sigh, stretching out your legs as you and Wooyoung sit in the grass side by side, your dogs playing together a few feet away, “They do look awfully happy together though. It’s crazy how they recognized each other from so far away.”

Wooyoung leans back onto his hands. “Ahhhh,” he looks over at you and giggles, “Young love. Thank you for the toys by the way. I swear he makes it a point to play with all of them at least once a day.”

“Same to you! Lizzie accidentally put a hole in the lamb you bought her and wouldn’t leave my side until I sewed it back together for her. She plays extra gentle with it now.”

He smacks his hand over his chest and proclaims, “Ugh….my heart.”

Ugh. Yours too. 

You spend another hour or so lazing in the park getting to know each other while Appa and Lizzie spend much needed quality time together. As if they weren’t together yesterday and won’t be again on Monday. It’s sweet though how well they get along and OK…maybe Wooyoung is really easy to get along with too. 

He’s charming and funny, and just as Lea said, very handsome, but he’s down to earth and you find that you quite like his company. Lizzie likes him too and now that you’re able to love on Appa in person, not just through the daycare window, you adore him even more. You were happy to have found someone who was every bit as crazy about dogs as you were. 

It was a touch awkward when you finally made your goodbyes only to realize you were both headed in the same direction. The dogs were happy as clams, walking side by side and Wooyoung very easily carried the conversation as you went. The fifteen minute walk went by much too quickly and then you’re stopping in front of your building.

“Well, this is us,” you say, not mindful enough to leave the disappointment out of your tone. 

Wooyoung looks up at the building and laughs. Full belly laughs and you’re lost until he says, “No way is this happening…We live here too.”

Your brows fly into your hair line and your jaw drops……you’re….neighbors?

“We’re on the east end of the first floor, where are you?”

Wooyoung points, “West end of the third floor,” he shakes his head in disbelief, “This is really wild!”

“I am just as shocked as you! How have we never run into one another until now?”

“I think there is something to be said for the cosmic timing of things.”

The way he looks at you makes your cheeks pinch and Lizzie nudges your leg, pushing her head just beneath your hand. “Well, um, maybe we will see more of each other now that we’ve met…I’m sure that would make the pups happy.”

Wooyoung grins, almost in a bashful sort of fashion. “It would make me happy too.”

The urge to openly squeal is absolutely appalling and you settle for what you hope is a flirty sort of smile. “Me too,” you chuckle, “I’ll uhh, catch you later, Wooyoung.”

He watches a little too closely as you turn away, still grinning like a fool. “Definitely.”

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The universe did indeed plan for you to bump into Wooyoung nearly every day since that initial meeting. Oddly enough you now saw him in the mail room, at daycare drop off or pick up, at the market, in the parking lot. It was really unintentional but you looked forward to those chance meetings and it very quickly became the highlight of your day. 

At some point you began picking Appa up from daycare when Wooyoung had long days and he volunteered to drop them off whenever you needed to get into work early and many weekends you took them to the park or the beach and one day - Wooyoung finally got up the courage to ask you out. 

You were so nervous knocking on his apartment door. 

Rubbing your hands anxiously on the side of your dress you look down at Lizzie’s squishy little face and you’re suddenly reminded how peculiar it was to bring your dog along to your first date but you supposed it was hers and Appa’s hundredth. You were also really relieved to have her at your side - which she immediately ditched when Wooyoung opened the door. She padded right past him and Appa greeted her with a kiss before they wandered off toward the toy basket. 

“You look really great,” Wooyoung says softly and then he’s clearing his throat and stepping aside, “Sorry, I should definitely invite you in. Still working on my training.”

You chuckle at his joke, a clear cover up for how nervous he was to have you in his home for the first time. It was sort of nice to know you weren’t the only one. 

“It smells amazing in here,” you comment, the aroma from the small dining room wafting into the entry, “Did you cook? I thought we were just doing takeout?”

Wooyoung closes the door and shows you where to kick off your shoes. “I am actually the worst cook…ever…but I am really good at making things look presentable.”

The table is set for two with piping hot food and it seriously looks like you’re about to sit down at a restaurant. Then Wooyoung points to the empty takeout bag on the counter and grins, “You said you like pasta, right?”

A ball squeaks from the living room and you laugh, taking a seat at the table. “Yeah,” you smile at him, “I love pasta. Cristo’s is my favorite actually.”

Wooyoung winks as he sits. “I know. I also listen really well.”

Flattered you pick up your fork to dig in and you’re not disappointed, a bit embarrassed perhaps because Wooyoung is still watching, waiting for your opinion and you give him a thumbs up, signaling he’s done good and also please eat so you’re not the only one. Conversation flows easily throughout the meal, as it usually does and even as you argue with him about helping to clean the dishes, he bickers back and makes you laugh. 

It isn’t until you’re both sat on the couch that Wooyoung actually looks nervous again. You both settle on a movie you’ve seen before but it’s good enough to watch again…and not so new that if you end up spending more time staring at each other while the other isn’t looking that you won’t really miss much.

Wooyoung has so many couch pillows that it’s easy enough to make yourself comfortable without worrying if you’re too close or too far apart, or worse, you’re left sitting so awkwardly that it’s noticeable. 

Another thing you really like about Wooyoung is that he makes really good tea and you gratefully sip on it to calm your nerves. The smell alone is enough to soothe you but when you look over to find Appa and Lizzie sleeping together, her head laid over his shoulders, your drink is the last thing on your mind. 

“They are really cute,” Wooyoung says quietly, “They make dating look too easy.”

You chuckle at that, looking over to find Wooyoung looking back at you. “I’m so glad you said yes, by the way,” he admits, “I was sort of terrified to ask you out. Not because I didn’t think we would have a good time because I think we get along really well and have a lot in common, but…I uh…kind of really like you. Like…a lot.”

Wooyoung’s ears turn bright red and he makes a move to turn away but you reach a hand out to grab his, lacing your fingers together and resting it on the pillow between you. “I really like you too,” you tell him, butterflies loose in your belly, “Honestly, if you didn’t ask me out soon I probably would have asked you.”

His eyes pop open wide and he laughs. “Maybe I should have waited a few more days,” he teases, “You can always ask me out on a second date…promise to say yes.”

“Wooyoung,” you pause to hold in a laugh, “Would you want to go out with me again?”

He feigns disinterest. “My schedule is a little jam packed coming up but I-”

He’s interrupted by Appa’s loud disapproving bark and Wooyoung grins. “He means to say, that I would love to go out with you. Maybe I can actually take you out somewhere next time.”

That giddy feeling settles into your bones and it’s far from thought to pretend like you’re not ecstatic at the prospect of dating. Wooyoung is quite the same, grinning like a fool and excitedly rambling on about date ideas and such. 

It’s easy for time to slip away and nearing almost midnight, you’re still slow to pull yourself from his couch. Wooyoung doesn’t even look tired aside from the one little yawn he just couldn’t hide. He’s still so bright and talkative. You’re already beginning to miss him as he walks you to the door. 

“Thank you again for dinner,” you smile, Lizzie’s leash occupying your nervous hands, “I’m sorry I stayed over so late.”

Wooyoung bats away your apology. “I probably would have kept talking your ear off until the sun came up anyhow.”

“I like that about you.” You’re bashful and he bites his tongue beneath a grin. 

There is an energy in the air that is so tempting to give into but really, this is your first official date and surely you shouldn’t already be thinking about kissing him goodnight but his lips are so pretty and he keeps glancing down at yours and -

“Well, I should get going…long walk and all.” What a terrible joke. You’ve got to get out of here before you embarrass yourself further. 

You reach for the door handle but one of the dogs bumps the back of your legs and you tip forward into Wooyoung who nearly falls off balance if it weren’t for the other dog behind him. How cleverly they corral their humans into each other’s embrace once more. 

“Our dogs have an agenda,” Wooyoung laughs, his hands finding a little more confidence, arms winding a bit tighter around your waist. “I think they want me to kiss you…Any thoughts on that?”

“Um, yeah,” swallowing your nervous laughter, you smile down at the pups and then back up to him. “I think that’s a really good idea.”

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[sukunasdirtylaugh]

Swedish Fish Picnic- gojo satoru x f!reader

tags: ghost!satoru x art therapist!reader, reader works for the gojo clan as satoru's nephew's tutor, mentions of picnics, mentions of death(s) (funeral), mentions of general spirituality (nothing specifically religious just the whole of idea of the logic behind interacting with a ghost?), reader talks with herself a lot but with gojo listening, surpise at the end a/n: why is it when I have finals I have the biggest desire to write?

exhausted from today's activities, you lay your back against the blanket that covered the field of grass both you and hotaru, the gojo clan's youngest member, enjoyed while you held your picnic. it's spring, the days slightly longer than most, the sun shines, and you finally get the excuse to wear the floral dress you've been saving for this occasion.

becoming hotaru's part time nanny and art therapist was no easy task. come along with the trials and tribulations you have faced these past months, you have proved yourself not only as a strong figure needed in the boy's life, but as a comfort to him after his mother's passing.

and satoru was witness to it all.

the two of you mutually recognized one another's presence. the first time you felt something and confirmed the presence of someone was the night you stayed in the estate. it was forecasted that a rainstorm would occur that night, and what kind of hosts would the gojo's be if they let you leave? after you've been so kind to their youngest member?

the second time, and surely the strongest was shortly after hotaru's mother's funeral. you'd learn that she and satoru were second cousins, and in the snow, from a distance, you could sense satoru standing behind a pair of trees. you'd known since hotaru would always speak to him. so his energy had become... more or less familiar.

"everyone has gone, you know." you speak, loud enough for him to hear several feet away. all guests had gone inside the estate for warmth, and not one soul but you and satoru's remained out. you'd look like a dream, satoru recalled, the way your hair fell off your shoulders, the way your cheeks and nose burned from cold, and the contrasting black coat you wore made him fully look at you.

"are you even cold?" you ask, more so for yourself. you tilt your head sideways in curiosity as satoru holds his breath, as if he could do anything.

"all of the guests have gone inside, so you can pay your respects to his (hotaru's) mother," you pause, a hesitant long moment.

"also..." you sigh, "please don't give hotaru false hopes about his mom. I don't know how the spirit realm works or if it's even metaphysically possible, but please don't hurt the boy." you beg, "he's already been through enough. Just... please... let's work through this. I want him to be okay too." for the whole sequence of your speech, you found yourself begging, pouring out a piece of your heart for the man you just had to believe existed.

you left shortly after.

in the coming weeks, you would work hotaru, balancing his grief and naturally letting things unfold with time. "uncle sato said my mommy was always here," he says one day out of the blue, and you nod. mentally thanking the heavens. "he's right," you gently grab his wrist and the boy looks up at you, "your mother loved you very much. I'm sure she was very happy to be your mommy,"

you didn't know it then nor now, but for the last few months, both you and satoru had been parenting the child better than any member in the clan. when you weren't there working, he'd seek out satoru, and when you were here, hotaru would take any moment to spend it by your side and tell you everything he's done and learned in your absence. it warmed your heart, knowing and feeling you meant something to him and you him.

months after hotatu's mom's passing, you would notice satoru's presence less and less. if you were lucky, then perhaps you could encounter it once a week. it nearly wounded you because do spirits have something better to do? did he leave? you guessed not given hotaru would talk about him every few days so was satoru avoiding you?

it felt like a game of chase and catch, tag, a game of which someone was running and someone was the pursuer, and as much as you didn't want to read into things too much, you were gowing interested to know who this man really was.

so within a month before the picnic, you found that satoru's 'passing' was regarded as an invisble event. nobody really acknowledged it but it seemed as nobody wanted him to pass. "he was the strongest sorcerer in the clan," spoke a maid, her voice meek and timid.

"he was very handsome," spoke another, the chuckle in her evokes a small blush across her face. "tall... and beautiful blue eyes."

you guessed hotaru shared some semblance to satoru, judging by the small photgraph of a man you could only guess was a younger satoru along with hotaru's mother. he was tall as the rest of the maids indicated, with his arm loosely around karumi, hotaru's mother, and he smiles so wide his eyes squint. both look to be around the same age as they look no older than 14. you find the picture by accident after conversing with seima, the woman of the keys who was cleaning the frame before being called for an emerency in the main hall.

she leaves the frame in her own private quarters, along with a bag of swedish fish candy, and a pomegranate which you knew was one of lady karumi's favorite fruits. so the candy had to be satoru's favorite, right?

you only guessed so as you lay against the blanket. the bag of swedish fish you bought where still inside the picnic basket.

and the third time was now. hotaru was now home, and you returned to the picnic spot where you both dined on sandwiches, fruits, and painted. it was still early in the day, and the gojo's always let you stay a little longer. besides, the privacy of the grassy hill with no one in sight gave you peace. maybe too much peace.

"I wonder if you're here now," you speak mindlessly, you rest your arm at the back of your neck as you raise your hand, playing and moving your fingers in the air as the wind blows on the tree you're under. you liked to imagine you were moving the leaves, as if your hands could just magically touch the leaves from this down below. "you certainly did the walk if you followed us all the way over here." you chuckled to yourself, imagining the idea of a ghost following you and hotaru on some adventure he probably didn't know of.

your legs are perched and bent naturally as you glance to your right, wondering if you're sensing things correctly by imagining there's a figure at the end of the blanket. standing on his knees.

"I'd offer you food, but I don't know if you can eat." you speak, you should be weirded out by this, speaking to yourself, but you couldn't find it in you to stop. it felt oddly comforting, maybe right. and you wondered if you were on the brink of insanity.

no going back now.

"there's a pack of swedish fish in the bag," you tell him, "I don't know if you know, or if I'm breaking some sort of spiritual code, but lady seima had a picture of both you and karumi when you were younger. karumi liked pomegranates, so she had that, and I could only assume you liked the swedish fish since it was the only thing there," you turn to your right a second time and see a blur. you blink twice and sit up on your elbows. "...is it rude of me to bring food? ...can you eat it?"

suddenly, the wind blows abruptly strong as your attention is shifted to a branch nearby that falls off a tree with force. it flies to your far left and you yelp, startled. "what..." and when you thought things could not have been timed in the way they were, as breathless as you were startled, you swore you could pale as a ghost and see a man you envisioned standing right in front of you with a picnic basket on his lap.

#unedited but oh well #back to finals #wrote this in like 30 minutes? #anyways we love gojo here #not spoiling it but it's like a continuation of the past ghost gojo pieces I've done before #gojo #satoru #toru #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo headcanons #jujustu kaisen #jjk #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #satoru gojo #gojo sensei #jujutsu kaisen gojo satoru #gojo satoru x oc #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru headcanons #satoru gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jjk satoru #jujutsu satoru #satorugojo

[hauntedtrait]

Are you someone who wants renders of your sims but doesn’t have the time, energy and/or desire to learn how to render? Do you just wanna support a fellow simmer? Do you want to get a special personalized gift for someone? All of the above? Well, you’ve come to the right place! Or rather, this post made its way to the right person.

Name’s Fangs, I’m a disabled queer latino currently struggling to stay stable and afloat financially, for a variety of reasons. Living in america as a disabled person is expensive!

Due to the above I have decided to do render commissions! For now, because I have no idea what the demand will be, there’s no limit on slots. If we get to a point where it’s too much, I’ll close commissions until I can get everything done.

Cost starts at 30$, but I’m not setting a fixed price because the price will be based on how much work the render takes, they can sometimes be a lot more complicated than we expect! That being said I’m also more than absolutely open to working within your budget if you need me to, just let me know. Not all assets used in renders will be mine, please trust that there is no additional cost related to assets that I didn’t make myself, the price has more to do with how much of my own work and time goes into it.

I want to reiterate I am doing this because I don’t have a lot of options as a disabled individual who is underemployed and for my health, I can’t work much more than I already do, and freelance is better for me because I can do things on my own time, when I feel good enough to be on my computer.

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I do not wish to take money away from anyone who doesn’t have it. If you can spare, awesome! If not, that’s totally understandable, you can also support me simply by sharing!

If you want to see more of my renders and other non-render edits I have made for an idea of what my work looks like, please click this link to my edits tag.

If 30$ is too high for you right now, but you still want an edit and/or want to help in some way, I can do non-render edits as well within your budget, or you can access my mutual aid request post for more information on how to support me through this time.

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[6lostgirl6]

Could you do a poly lost boys x reader, where the reader is like Starfire? Like from another planet, doesn't understand human things, etc?

Please and thank you 💖💖

Hey! I hope you like this one!!

Out of This World

Poly!Lost Boys x Starfire!Reader

How You Met:

You were on a mission for your planet when your spacecraft malfunctioned and you came crashing down on earth. Without a way to fix it, you were basically stuck without a way home.

Honestly, you were apprehensive. Everyone wore strange clothes and spoke in a language you couldn’t understand. However, you noticed that people mainly gathered at this weird hovering mechanism that was held by giant sticks over the rushing waves of the water. It had many buildings with flashing colors of lights and weird spacecrafts attached to railings so they wouldn't fly? (The boardwalk and the rollercoasters)

Being a curious creature and used to exploring strange planets, you went ahead and followed a crowd that went through the entrance. Already, you were fascinated. It seemed to be a place to gather and have fun.

When the boys noticed you on the boardwalk and they were instantly intrigued and fascinated by you. Not only were you their mate, but you smelled entirely different from other humans. You smelt otherworldly.

You dressed differently from everyone else, clothes made out of strange material that they’ve never seen before. It looked futuristic. 

Paul was the one that was recruited to talk to you and get you intrigued, leaning against the railing and saying something along the lines of, ‘hey, babe.’ 

You couldn't understand what he was saying, therefore you grabbed his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. Kissing someone would allow you to gain the ability to understand and speak the language of the person you kiss. 

“Woah babe, we’re moving a little fast. I don’t mind though.” He flirted. 

After a while, Paul convinced you to meet the other boys and you were instantly attracted. 

Dating Them:

After spending time with them for a while, they finally came clean and told you that they were vampires. You reacted like it was any normal thing which was confusing to them. When you finally explained that you were from another planet, they were relieved that you all weren’t human and they had nothing to worry about. 

When they also inform you that you were also their mate, you were extremely happy and accepted right away.

Dating all four of them didn’t bother you in the slightest. From your world, having more than one mate was common. 

You all show off your powers in the cave, sharing a mutual power of flying, it was fun to fly around the cave and play tag. 

Marko thinks your green energy powers that shoot from your hands are pretty sick! When the both of you are terrorizing the boardwalk, you shoot small bursts of your green energy to freak people out. 

Dwayne helps you when you have trouble with phrases and certain words. He finds it very cute that you don’t know how to connect certain objects with words they’re attached to. 

Paul gets you into loads of music, he helped you develop a love for rock n roll and took you out to see concerts. 

David loves that and hates that you're invulnerable to his powers. Having him try to invade your mind feels like your brain tickles for a second. 

Sometimes you slip with jokes from your planet in your native language and the boys sit there completely confused on what you’re talking about while you’re laughing your ass off. 

You stand there in confusion, “...on my planet, this is hilarious.” 

When you are turned into a vampire, the boys are a little jealous because you become a lot stronger than them, being a mix between alien and vampire.

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[queerfables]

Hi okay SO. I have been putting off making an introduction post because I'd mostly prefer people to just look at my blog and decide if they want to hang out based on that, rather than making some big definitive statement about Who I Am.

But I'm currently accumulating followers at a truly alarming rate and - look, I don't want to give the impression I'm ungrateful, I am genuinely SO TOUCHED by every single one of you who's interested in what I have to say!! The feeling is 100% mutual, and I am having a blast sharing everyone's thoughts and enthusiasm. It's just that my goal with this blog is to have fun and do my own thing. I don't hate attention but I'm also not looking for it.

On balance, then, I think it's probably a good idea to give people a general sense of what I'm about so that if it doesn't appeal to you, we can opt out of each other's social circle before anyone steps on anyone else's toes.

My general philosophy:

I am here to have fun. I might occasionally have a little kvetch about some fandom trend or another but ultimately, even if your favourite trope drives me up the wall, I'm genuinely so happy that it is out there bringing you joy. I try very very hard to treat everyone with kindness and to avoid getting caught up in drama.

This isn't a clique it's a community. Please leave commentary on my posts or drop me a message if you wanna chat!

I follow and unfollow pretty liberally and never mean anything personal by it. I might consider you a friend but still unfollow if your current hyperfocus isn't jiving with mine. In turn, I will never take offence to anyone doing the same with me. Regardless of our following status, I'm always up to chat.

I don't do DNIs. Interact if you want to, don't if you don't. Good faith questions and comments are always welcome. Malicious behaviour will be blocked.

Primary Fandoms

Good Omens - I have loved this fandom for years and years, since before the TV show as it exists today was even a twinkle in Neil's eye. I ship Crowley and Aziraphale SO HARD and I am completely blown away by everything that we've gotten since the first season came out in 2019. Fifteen year old me could not even have imagined!!!

Supernatural - Literal opposite energy. I resisted this show for its entire run, after watching the pilot when it aired and thinking "if I watch this, I will end up shipping the brothers, and I am just not prepared for shipping the brothers." Fifteen years later destiel came in swinging with the steel chair and I grumbled and decided I'd better watch it to find out what all the fuss was about. And do you guys know what? I was right all along. I came away from that show obsessed with it as a gothic horror story and shipping the brothers hard. So wincest is my otp, but I'm a multishipper and I have a soft spot for wincestiel, destiel and sastiel too. As a darkfic enjoyer, I also dabble in John/Dean/Sam and variants. I'm not, like, opposed to less-dark takes on this, they just don't do much for me. I'm pretty careful to tag ships in this fandom consistently, so if you don't want to see something, you can blacklist it.

Side Fandoms

You might see these occasionally or for short stretches but they aren't currently taking over my brain the same way Good Omens and Supernatural are.

Ace Attorney (Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth. Queerplatonic Phoenix Wright/Maya Fey. Enthusiastic dabbler in background ships and rarepairs.)

Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild+ (Link/Sidon. Link/Gannon. Bemused Link/Zelda ally [I don't ship it but I'm happy for all of you and enjoy the gender bending fanart].)

Ted Lasso (Roy/Keeley/Jamie. Queerplatonic Ted/Rebecca. Rebecca/Sam enjoyer. Pro-finale loyalist. Every single character is my best friend and also my daughter.)

Hannibal (Will/Hannibal. Margot/Alana enjoyer.)

Tagging

I mostly tag for fandoms and ships (although I'm not currently tagging for Crowley/Aziraphale beyond the parent "good omens" tag. That may change if I settle on a tag I like). I wish that I could tag for triggers requested by people who want to follow me, but realistically, that isn't something I can guarantee and trying just wipes me out. If trigger tags are something you need, we may have to admire one another from afar.

At some point I will add a list of useful organisational tags here but for now you can always just browse back through my archives if you're interested.

#long post #faq

[keysoares]

all i see is you (a hogwarts legacy: video game) fic

here is the fic link!

tags: sebastian sallow/reader + mutual pining + fluff + hufflepuff/slytherin interhouse relationships + OMINIS GAUNT BEING A SAVAGE

You walk out of the hufflepuff common room with one thing on your mind. Sebastian Sallow.

Yesterday evening you both snuck into the undercroft and talked for hours. You're glad disillusionment got you guys out unscathed, but you can't help but think of how fun the two of you had together by just sharing each other's thoughts and secrets. You have enjoyed the time given to spend time with him. After all, it feels at times you're extremely busy catching up with your studies as a fifth year. However, Sebastian has been so understanding of your time and energy, never pushing your limits but that doesn't stop you from feeling inspired to explore more with him.

As you enter the main hall you see Sebastian sitting with Ominis at one of the benches. You approach him with a smile beaming on your face. Sebastian notices you coming towards them and immediately rises up from his seat to greet you.

"Goodmorning! It's not like you to be up this early?" Sebastian teases you with a grin on his face. Even though his accusation was true, you're almost always the last one to wake up from the common rooms, you wanted to wipe that grin off his face so badly. Teasing each other is what both of you guys are good at.

"I'm surprised you're not in detention this early in the morning, maybe you've been getting better at sneaking through the prefects at night." You reply, noticing a slight redness appear on Sebastian's freckled cheeks. He rubs his neck sheepishly.

"Ahem..." coughs a voice from beside Sebastian. Ominis raises his wand from his spell book he was studying a minute ago. Suddenly, you feel a bit embarrassed you had not greeted him sooner. You've been caught up poking fun with Sebastian that you almost forgot he was there.

"Back at it again with the flirting, I see. I can't say I'm surprised, I suppose." Ominis remarks.

You glance towards Sebastian, feeling your cheeks redden and see that he's giving Ominis the most evil glare you've ever witnessed. Not that Ominis could see it, of course. But you know his other senses are so strong that he's probably aware Sebastian wants to kill him right now.

You're not entirely oblivious to the chemistry you feel when you're around Sebastian but you're not absolutely positive he feels the same. You're hoping you hide your feelings well so it wouldn't jeopardize your friendship. You love your friendship with Sebastian so much- that you wouldn't ruin it for the world. Even if it means hiding your true feelings.

You say hello to Ominis and take a seat beside the two. Classes don't start for another 30 minutes. So you guys had a bit of time to chat before classes begin.

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When class begins you notice how Sebastian seems to be fidgeting in his seat next to you. You don't know why, because Sebastian has never been nervous around you or anyone before. It's not like him to fidget or get flustered. So you begin to worry, but you quickly push the thought away, hoping he's just eaten something that made his stomach squirm.

You don't want to miss Professor Hecat's lecture so you regain your attention on her.

Unbeknownst to you, Sebastian couldn't pay attention to the lesson, his foot tapping on the floor and his mind wandering to this morning when Ominis had the audacity to point out he was flirting with you. You didn't seem to react or mind Ominis' clear intention to rile you guys up. Sebastian does not understand why it bothers him so much.

Perhaps he's worried if you find out he has growing feelings for you, you'll distance yourself from him completely. He's always hoped you felt the same but shooed the thought away as a mere illusion of his imagination. He loves how dedicated you are to your studies, and how loyal you are to him as a friend. You and Ominis get along so well, that he's so ecstatic to find you guys working so well as a team. He finds spending time with you to be his favorite part of everyday at Hogwarts. You're always there for him and Ominis, and your other friends here at Hogwarts. You'd do anything for them and he admires that immensely. It reminds him of how he went above and beyond for his sister.

He's figured he won't ever tell you about these growing feelings. Even though at times it can be suffocating for him, as if you've crawled into the deepest parts of his mind and set up camp there.

You're in the middle of the lecture when you notice Sebastian zoned out completely. You tap his shoulder which slightly jumps and whirls his head to you, as if he forgot you were really there.

"Are you okay?" you lip-mouth. Sebastian and you have gotten better at reading each other's lips. Especially when you want to  talk to each other in class without making any noise.

You've been around Sebastian for so long that you notice this is not the case. His eyes look lost and a bit sad too. As if he's lost in thought. You wonder if he's contemplating on what's happened in the past again.  Perhaps you need to comfort him.

Raising your hand, you say "Professor Hecat, can I escort Sebastian to the boy's restroom? He doesn't look too good."

"Wait what?" Sebastian whisper-shouts to you while the Professor gives you a curt nod. You immediately take his hand and lead him outside of class to the boy's restroom. He's giving you a string of curses. "Merlins beard! Don't drag me too hard!"

You realize you've been almost sprinting while holding his arm as you guys make your way to the boy's restroom. You loosen your grip because you guys are almost there.

"I'm sorry for hurting you! What's wrong? I know something is up." As you walk in you thank Merlin that no one's around. That you guys have enough time to talk. Sebastian can see by your expression and eagerness that you're worried for him. His expression softens. Sebastian lets out a long sigh.

"I'm sorry if I worried you," Sebastian replies, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck, "I've just had a lot on my mind today."

You look into his eyes and you can see he's not lying. Sebastian usually diverts his gaze when he lies, which he isn't doing now, so you let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm glad that's the case. I'm just so worried for you. I know you're still not over what happened to your sister...and that it plagues your thoughts at times. I understand. I'm always here for you if you want to talk."

Sebastian closes the distance between you, wrapping his arms around your waist and gives you a heartwarming hug. You quickly reciprocate his embrace. You bury your head in his shoulder while he does the same. He smells like textbooks and citrus. The scent you've already gotten used to. You smile contently into the crook of his neck.

Sebastian didn't know how perfect this moment could be. The girl he cares about deeply being with him is almost enough to forget what he recently went through. He knows he hasn't told you how he truly feels and he never planned too...at least- before now.

Sebastians raises his head and unlocks the embrace. It felt like so much time has passed while you guys were holding each other that Sebastian guesses classes were almost over.

"However, I haven't been completely honest with you lately." Sebastian says with his gaze upon the floor. Your eyebrows shoot up.

"Go on, you can tell me anything." You reply.

Sebastian thinks to himself that: this is it. He's going to tell you how he truly feels. He prays that it won't mess up what you two already have, if you don't reciprocate his feelings.

"I've been growing feelings for you for some time now," Sebastian begins, "You've always been there for me, even when I let you down. I think you're the most beautiful, kind, loyal person I know. Every day I spend with you makes me feel like I've known you my whole life. I think, somehow, we were destined to meet. And if you feel the same, then I know it's true."

You're feeling a ton of emotions in that moment. Some you can't recall but they make you feel like you're a firework waiting to pop. You feel so happy you take Sebastian's face in your hands and give him a heart-shattering kiss. He kisses you back. Placing his hands on your back and pulling you closer to him. Kissing you with so much vigor. And so much love.You melt into his arms.

Sebastian finally releases you from the kiss and rests his forehead against yours. You are still catching up to your breath from that kiss. "Will you be my girlfriend?" Sebastian asks you. Your smile could take down an army of goblins of how big it was.

"Yes! Of course!" You reply eagerly, not even becoming embarrassed by how joyful you sound.

You hear footsteps coming from outside the bathroom, and the both of you know someone's heading in here. Hoping it's not one of the professors. The store opens to Ominis, and you both let out a sigh of relief of not being sent to detention.

Classes are over, doofuses. I don't even want to know what's going on, but I know it's you guys." Ominis' eyes narrow. "I hope this means you losers finally admitted your love for each other."

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow fanfic #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x hufflepuff!reader #mutual pining #hogwarts legacy

[calciseptinefic]

a luxury few can afford

Marvel || Wade Wilson/Peter Parker || Part 1 notes: i cannot believe this is what gets me back on tumblr. jfc. this fic is also available on ao3 warnings: discussion of blowjobs?

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Peter has exhausted his resources.

Correction: he has exhausted most of his resources. Which are... limited to begin with, as he is a broke college student slash vigilante slash part-time photographer running on little more than fumes and cheap pizza slices. He could maybe find another solution to his problem given more time, energy, and money, but he has none of those things. Zero. Zippo. Nada. And the man he's been tracking—some mid-level goon working for Kingpin—is going to leave the country in less than three days. If Peter doesn't want to waste several months of stake-outs and information gathering, then he needs to resort to his last resort:

Asking a favor of Wade 'Merc with a Mouth' Wilson.

"Sounds like I'm gonna get shot at," Wade says contemplatively around a mouthful of masticated Mexican mush. As is usual, they're sitting on the ledge of a building, feet dangling a dozen stories above a dimly lit alley. "And I charge extra for being shot at. I mean, it's not like being shot at is gonna do anything except temporarily make me look even more like swiss cheese, but..." He takes another massive bite of his food, finishing it. "It's the principle of the thing."

"And what's the going rate for swiss cheese?" Peter asks as casually as possible.

Wade names a price with a few more zeroes on it than Peter can afford.

"Ah," Peter says.

"But for you, baby boy, I can give a discount!"

Peter has a feeling that even a discount would still be wildly outside his budget.

"Let's pretend I don't have any money," Peter says instead of asking, picking at the tinfoil keeping his burrito warm. His late dinner (early breakfast?) is starting to look a little sad, the congealed cheese greasy and the shredded lettuce limp. "Let's pretend the food truck took the last of my already meager paycheck, and that the only thing I have to offer is a favor."

"Ah, the favor," says Wade wisely. "Ye ol' tit for tat. The mutual scratching of mutual backs. The amorphous, ambiguous assumption that sometime in the unknown future, I will need you to do something for me that I am unable to do for myself, for whatever contrived reason the author thinks of."

"Umm, yes?"

"Umm, let me think about this." Wade bunches up the leftover mess of tinfoil and parchment paper from his own meal and tosses it over the side of the building. Amazingly, a few seconds later, there's a soft plink as the ball makes it into an open dumpster. "And my answer is... no."

"Why not?" asks Peter, voice rising.

"Because there's not a whole lot you can do that I can't." Wade shrugs.

"That's not true!" Peter protests.

"It isn't?" The smile Wade gives him is wry, an unexpected flash of straight white teeth against angry, pockmarked skin. "I can't think of much that would require your superhero spidery-ness that I cannot accomplish with a) my distinct lack of morality and b) my god-tier ninja skills. Oh, and c) this pesky inability to die. That's super duper helpful, in the right contexts."

Peter exhales slowly. Usually, he and Wade get along annoyingly well, but sometimes, Wade just annoys. So he tries again, attempting to keep his tone level as he says, reasonably, "Well, maybe there isn't anything you can think of now, at this particular moment—"

Wade interrupts him with a shake of his head. "I'm going to stop you right there, baby boy. This fic is only five k and it ain't tagged for fake dating shenanigans, so... No. I don't think that temporality is the name of the game here."

"It will be two hours of your time," Peter says.

"Ooo, a new angle!" Wade crows. "Still temporal, but okay. Lay it on me."

"Two hours, Deadpool. I need to put this guy away. Now. He's leaving for Germany soon to arrange another shipment, and the new drugs they're flooding our community with have already killed 17 people."

"Firstly, 'our community'? Really? Going for the empathetic, inclusionist vibe?" Then, without pause, Wade points out, "Fisk's men aren't the only bastards dealing. Not exactly going to solve the problem."

"No, it won't," Peter admits. "But I can't keep webbing up random dealers, because it doesn't do anything, because someone else from Kingpin's gang just replaces him. And Kingpin's operation is the biggest provider. If I can get this last bit of proof, then I can hand it over to Matt and get the actual operation shut down. Legally. The supply will be choked. Sure, some random dealers will get the trickle down from the outside, but those guys I can web up."

Wade is quiet. Peter hopes, for a moment, that Wade will sigh, say 'fuck it', and do what Peter wants in exchange for that favor he mocked. Instead, Wade says,

"Still a no, baby boy."

Peter's low-simmering irritation flares into real anger. He knows Wade isn't altruistic and that there are plenty of good reasons he has a darker view of the world. Most of the time, it doesn't bother Peter; in the years he's been Spiderman, he's grown more pragmatic, and he understands the worlds in deeper shades of gray than some of his other superhero counterparts. It's one of the reasons why he gets along with Wade when most people don't.

Right now, however, Wade's apathy for something Peter's struggling with feels like a betrayal. It stings. Deeply. Peter had been trepid about asking Wade because Wade is a wild card with a fondness for explosions and mayhem, but he had been so sure that Wade would say yes. He thought that their friendship—as odd as it was—was beginning to feel like... like... like something else. Like something more. Something that would make Wade sling an arm around Peter's shoulders and say, Okay, baby boy. Anything for you.

But Wade said no. Such sharp, sudden hurt—this needling reminder that Wade comes with a price, even for Peter—makes Peter mean, and he snarls, "Fine, then. If you won't do it because it's the right thing to do, and you won't do it in exchange for a favor, then what do you want? A blowjob?"

Peter knows he's crossed a line the moment it leaves his mouth. The whites of Wade's mask go round in shock and his mouth goes slack. Soft. A moment later, his tongue slides, searching, across his bottom lip. Peter feels a lightning strike of awareness race down his spine and pool in his gut.

"Peter."

"Wade." Peter bristles. "I told you not to use my name when we're—"

"Peter," Wade says again. Lower. Unyielding. "Shut the fuck up for two seconds. Now."

Peter closes his mouth so quickly his teeth click together. The line of Wade's shoulders is so rigid that it looks brittle, as though one quick movement would make him physically snap apart. Peter rarely sees such seriousness from Wade and, truthfully, it worries him, quietly bleeding the last of his irritation from him as two seconds becomes two minutes, becomes two more.

Together, they sit in silence stretched thick and tense, Peter still clutching his half-eaten burrito, Wade with his fists balled atop his thighs. Wade's eyes are open but unseeing, and the rise and fall of his chest is deep and rhythmic. Peter's seen him do it before, a few times, when the voices in Wade's head start screaming so loud he can't think past them; it's an attempt to put himself back into his brain's driver's seat.

A small amount of guilt wriggles beneath Peter's worry. He folds the excess tinfoil over his food and sets it aside. He isn't hungry anymore.

"I am going to give you the opportunity to take that back," Wade says, after a time. His words fall down into his lap; he hasn't looked up since he told Peter to shut up. "Because if you're fucking with me, you tell me, right now. Tell me it's a joke, and we'll laugh about it. Because if you're not serious—"

"I am." Peter interrupts. "Wade, look at me."

Because the thing is.

The thing is.

Peter's thought about it.

About Wade's mouth, his hands, his cock.

Everything about Wade is big. And Peter—who is shorter than the national average and leaner than most—cannot help but be keenly aware of the difference in their sizes. He's thought about it for years, imagining how Wade could completely box him in, how heavy Wade's weight would be atop him, how full Wade's dick would stuff him. Sure, Peter could lift Wade above him with one hand, but it's less about being overpowered and more about being engulfed, cradled or grounded by nothing more than Wade's bulk.

Peter's well aware of the obsession. He's pretty sure it's mutual, considering Wade's preoccupation with his ass and the insane amount of flirting that normally occurs between them, but he's never been sure enough. He hates that it came out like this: something meant to hurt instead of something meant to heal.

"I shouldn't have said it like that," Peter says when Wade tilts his head to the side. Not looking at him directly, no, but enough so Peter can see how carefully blank his expression is. "It wasn't a joke, but I was angry. I mean, I am angry. This means a lot to me and I do need your help, but I shouldn't've... put that out there, like that."

"Well, why not?" Wade says. His voice is still heartbreakingly even. "A little blowie for a little job. Better than a bar of gold to me, baby boy. You know I'm fucking gagging for it."

"In this case I think I'm the one who would be gagging for it," Peter jokes. Then, "Wade. Please. Look at me."

Wade does.

Peter leans towards him and places a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. Wade's textured skin is warm beneath Peter's lips. It isn't how he imagined their first kiss, but it's as dangerous as he knew it would be. Such a small movement, lasting less than a heartbeat, sending a disproportionate wave of heat through Peter's entire body. He begins to pull away and—

One of Wade's hands reaches out and—

Grabs the nape of Peter's neck and—

Hauls him back and—

Wade's mouth is unforgiving on his, closed, pressing so hard that Peter's lips are crushed against his teeth. It's a graceless kiss, bruising. A thin whine rises in Peter's throat as he turns the rest of his body into it, grabbing the straps of Wade's shoulder holsters, fingers desperate to find something to hold onto, to keep him grounded. Just a few, frantic seconds, and Peter already feels undone. Hungry. He shifts his hips, slipping his leans thighs over Wade's legs to crawl into the other man's lap, to bring their bodies close—

Wade yanks himself away, breathing hard.

"No," Wade says, hoarsely. "No no no, not now. Not when you're mad at me though—Jesus fucking Christ, don't think I'm not like, half-chubbed up in my fucking cup thinking about you glaring at me while you blow me. Holy shit, that's like, at least twenty percent of my credit line at the spank bank."

"Wade," Peter begs, his head spinning.

"I know, baby boy, I know," Wade croons. He pushes a thumb to the indent beneath Peter's swollen lip, other fingers curled under Peter's chin. "But if we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it later, after the job, when we can get a pillow under your knees and I can see your pretty eyes. You understand?"

"You want me to take my mask off," Peter elaborates.

"I want you naked," Wade clarifies, his voice going low again. "Wanna see how cute you are, how far those freckles go down. Wanna see how red your cheeks get and how you cry when you choke on my cock. Those are my terms. Capice?"

Peter inhales shakily at the mental image, eyes fluttering shut. Him, on his knees, between Wade's massive thighs, struggling to take Wade's cock while Wade's scarred fingers fist in his hair. It will be the first time Wade will see him completely; not just the lower half of his face, mask pulled over his nose, or his bare hand when he takes off his glove to fine tune his web-shooter, but all of him. It's a daunting prospect. Of course it is. Only a handful of people know that Peter Parker and Spiderman are the same person. Can he trust Wade Wilson to be one of those people?

The answer comes quickly.

Yes.

He can.

In truth, over the past five years, Peter has been giving Wade small pieces of himself. Pieces of Spiderman and pieces of Peter. He finds that he's not actually scared of letting Wade see the whole of him. He might still be wary of owing Deadpool a favor—sensibility is not the mercenary's most well-known character trait—but he knows, to his bones, that he can trust Wade, the man, with this. With him.

This is not how I expected tonight to go, Peter thinks mirthfully. Aloud, he says, "When I get what I need, and I get it to Matt, I'll text you my address."

"Fuck me, baby boy," Wade hisses. His big hands, still on Peter's body, tighten briefly, then relax. "Are you absolutely, red-100-underline-underline emoji sure?"

"Been thinking about it, for awhile. Haven't you?"

"Since the day you swung into my life."

"Then you have your answer." Bravely, Peter leans in to bump his nose against Wade's. "I'll text you the details."

Wade rubs their noses together before pulling away. Peter unhooks his fingers from Wade's shoulder holsters and climbs out of Wade's lap, standing on the ledge and taking a step back. The places where they had been touching are unexpectedly cold. Peter quickly tugs his mask back down over his mouth and throat before he's tempted to do something foolish, like climb right back into Wade's arms.

"Tomorrow night," Peter says.

"Tomorrow," Wade answers.

Peter salutes as he lets himself fall off the rooftop. Gravity tugs him down and—fleetingly—he experiences the exhilarating weightlessness of free fall. Then he fires his web-shooter and swings away, the rush of air around him unable to disguise Wade's loud whoop of triumph.

Behind his mask, Peter smiles.

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Part 2

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#spideypool #spiderman #deadpool #peter parker #wade wilson #rating: e #pairing: wade wilson/peter parker

[cerriddwenluna]

It's my turnnn, and I'm copying you! ✨️

2, 12, 22, 32, 42

I like what you did there! ;) Thanks for asking! ♡

Get ready for a long post cause I got wordy again lol

2.  Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? I don't drink coffee, I drink tea, my dear. I'm an Englishman in New York 🎶 God I love that song =) I'm not actually English or in NYC, but the rest is true lol. Sometimes I wish I could drink coffee when I need the caffeine, cause energy drinks are so very unhealthy, but it is what it is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm a herbal tea girl, Rooibos (with honey or lemon) and camomile are my favs, but I can go for green tea in a pinch. No black tea, sugar or milk/cream for me though! (Even if my local chocolate wizard does an absolutely banging white chocolate/earl grey bonbon 🤤)

12. Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? You, cause I'm having fun with this and I like hugging, @quizasvivamos and she knows why, @spaceorphan18 for writing such an awesome Secret Santa story for me, all the (little) kids in my family, my dad.

22. How much sleep did you get last night? Quite a bit, actually. I'm used to functioning on too little sleep, but I think I may have gotten a full 8 hours without sleeping the day away. Of course, I did wake up completely disoriented because in my sleep, I'd removed my dark blue outer pillow case and flung it away, making me stare dumbfoundedly at the white one underneath because wtf? I used to sleepwalk often, but not so much these last few years so that was a confusing way to wake up lol

32. If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? The cop out answer is 'to my luxurious campervan/RV filled with unlimited petrol so I can go everywhere on earth, and particularly to visit all my friends who dare to live on the other side of the Atlantic. Unrealistically, I'd say Middle Earth or the nearest planet that's inhabited by friendly intelligent life forms. The actually doable answer is probably either Portugal (the Algarve or Madeira in particular), or Scotland. Oh, and Paris. It's been too long since I was last there.

42. Tag 5 of your favorite blogs My current favourite is the @klainesecretsanta2023 because duh. Always fav is @elephantaday because elephants are my all time beloveds ♡♡. @the-lima-bean because even though Beth and I are too busy to do much (or anything) with it nowadays, I still believe in and appreciate what we stand for and tried to achieve. And for the other two I'm gonna cop out and just say all my mutuals/people I follow or that follow me, because I really don't want to choose and you can't make me lol

#about me #ask games #ask and ye shall be answered

[bulkhummus]

can u explain ur theories behind your wtnv/tma crossover stuff??

So I’ve made a couple of posts about this before that I think I tagged #wtnv/tma — so if you want to read those you can search them on my blog.

As of right now, my theories/ ideas are this:

Cecil is not an avatar of anything. Neither is Carlos— they are however physical manifestations (as the fears work in tma) for the Spiral and the Lonely respectively. Any ability Cecil has to see events as they unfold are as such— as they unfold. He can’t see the future — and and doesn’t like to remember the past often in canon. His ability to report live events is due to having interns, being a good journalist, and also because he was literally destined to be nvcr’s host after Leonard Burton so theres probably something going on there. Carlos screams lonely to me for reasons I’m to tired to go into — but running away on sabbatical, DOW, cecil forgetting him, being a scientist, etc.

vague series of events:

A. Jon arrives in Night Vale first. He awakens in the busiest town intersection on main street, right in the center, holding up traffic. I see the intersection as a main focal point of town, its the busiest, it has the most shops, its what gets closed off for parades/fairs/wtc. which is where Jon would be drawn to. He is physically okay, but alone. Cecil finds him there after picking Esteban up from Kindergarten. He offers to take Jon home to clean up since hes clearly disoriented— and ofc to get an interview!

B. Carlos comes home from work before Cecil has to leave for his job with boundless golden retriever energy because ”babe there was this HUGE spike of radiation and — oh hello— honey who is this?” and Jon explains who he is and the situation to Carlos. He’s very worried and afraid for Martin!!!!

C. Martin is then found by Carlos — who is able to distinguish a specific energy surge similar to the one that occurred when Jon was deposited in town square. He tracks the energy and finds Martin in the outskirts of town, alone in the sand wastes. I equate the desert to loneliness and unsettlement in wtnv (the dow years)

D. Martin and Jon are reunited, and theres lots of crying and confusion. Cecilos offer up Estebans room— since the guest room is being blocked by fow for the time being — and they share a blow up mattress. Esteban sleeps with his parents either in bed with them OR in the giant fort he and carlos concocted one night Cecil was held up at work and who hasnt had the heart to clean it up even though the mess bothers him.

E. it quickly becomes apparent to both parties that Jon and Martin have some issues they need to sort out and work on once the initial shock of being Somewhere Else passes. Boundaries, communication, moving past trauma bonding to actually bonding, emotional development etc.

f. they stay with carlos and cecil until they can get back on their feet in town — martin works at carlos’ lab as an assitant / clerk and jon works as a librarian bc they're afraid of him.

g. the rest is….. just character development baybeeee— martin and cecil bond over having shitty moms, jon and cecil bond over feeling like they’re monsters physically/emotionally, and over choices being taken from them, martin and carlos bond over being lonely and having trouble with settling in somewhere and around people, and jon and carlos bond over their mutual interest in the esoteric and knowledge and leaving behind old lives to pursue something bigger

in this lil ol hc of mine it has to do a lot with night vale being a place of healing and betterment. the town makes you better because it sees you for what and who you are and loves you anyways. you just have to.. make the choice to accept yourself — which is what jon and martin need to learn for themselves and each other. Its directly opposite to the archives where the longer you stay the worse you become.

i also really like the idea of cecil and carlos being an example for them — they’re an older couple, (jon and martin are like 29-32 right? cecil and carlos are like 45-50) with a fleshed out and full life they both chose, and frequently discuss boundaries and communicate— and also have gone through their fair share of hardships they've worked through. they both have done a lot of personal growth too!

additional hcs:

jon babysits esteban before be finds work — esteban LOVES him and carlos and cecil LOVE extra date nights

Cecil is addicted to hugs from martin — there are not many people in night vale taller than him, so being able to be enveloped by someone taller is Cecil's big enjoyment

cecil and jon fight like old queens until cecil stops his superficial brat behavior and jon stops being an asshole bc hes afraid to connect with people

Jon cant ask cecil for a statement bc cecil would have an absolute meltdown as things he doesnt even remember are unearthed — and jon would like — be out for a few days from trauma overload

both jon and martin vent to carlos abt how whacky night vale is who just nods and slaps down a HUGE binder labeled Carlos’ Classified Night Vale Survival Guide’ which he named when he was drunk —its a survival guide—color coded!

everyone bonds over their door related trauma

Jon quits smoking bc carlos threatens him that if he gets cecil back on it he’ll kick him out of the house

i think both martin AND jon get flustered around carlos for different reasons but the one they have in common is that hes stupidly attractive

i think a fun reversal is jon getting a little jealous when martin and cecil get along so well from the get go — and carlos is there like ”my husband thinks he himself is ugly and also he has few friends this is actually very good so me and you are gonna go get a drink and chat about our fears while martin blushes at cecil who just genuinely does not understand personal space”

i think they end up being good friends! i think there is a period of time where jon and martin are afraid they’re only together bc of trauma — and then realize that thats not true — and even if it was they both want the relationship currently and for different better reasons !!!

i have more thoughts but its late and time for bed ! Feel free to ask questions abt it — its all v fleshed out in my brain

thanks for asking — good night! ⭐️♥️

#wtnv/tma #Wtnv #tma #ask tag #anon

[commander-krios]

Happy SpecReqs 2023, @ginbiscuit! Hope you don't mind I took your last suggestion and did something with Shepard/Garrus. Have some mutual pining, friends to lovers, and sparring! Enjoy!

Special shoutout to my beta for this fic, @korblez <3

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Title: Collide

Summary: Shepard has never been afraid of anything in his entire life. So why is he suddenly terrified of what he feels for a certain turian vigilante?

Words: 4108

Rating: M

Relationship: Male Shepard/Garrus Vakarian

Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Banter, Sparring, Sexual Tension, Love Confessions, Friends With Benefits, Mass Effect 2, Fluff

Read on AO3

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“So, Shepard- No late night flings? What’s the word that humans call it? ‘One last hurray’?”

Shepard glanced up from the sandwich he’d been eating. Gardner claimed it was grilled cheese but cheddar didn’t have a weird tanginess to it that he pretended wasn’t there. He didn’t know where it came from, but it certainly wasn’t anywhere that had actual cows. Because anyone with taste buds could tell.

“Hurrah. And if you’re going to use human idioms, try to get them right.”

Trying to hide his disappointment in the evening meal, he settled back in his seat, taking in the sight of Garrus standing before him. It was still strange to see him dressed down in civilian clothing. The many years and missions they’d spent together had burned an image into his mind of Garrus in full combat gear, carrying that enormous sniper rifle he never left without. 

And now, with an accompanying scar.

Shepard wanted to be surprised that Garrus was still on the ship, but he wasn’t. Garrus spent most of his time working on the Hammerhead down in the shuttle bay, making sure it was ready for whatever mess they got into next. 

It wasn’t the Mako though and Garrus made sure everyone knew he preferred the tank to the hovercraft.

Shepard sighed, unsure of how to respond to his question because… well, that was just it, wasn’t it? Omega was a living, semi-breathing world just outside the airlock, waiting to be explored or fucked… or anything else really. But he didn’t find any of it as entertaining as the rest of the crew seemed to. While Miranda was probably doing some shady business for Cerberus, Samara and Thane most likely hunted bad people who needed to atone for their sins. Then there was Jack, Grunt, and Zaeed… most likely those three were causing some sort of trouble for Aria that he’d have to address before they left.

Still, the question irked him.

“I don’t do flings with random strangers or haven’t you noticed?” Shepard continued, pushing the plate with his sandwich away. Garrus was hovering just out of reach of the chair across from Shepard, shifting his feet awkwardly, his eyes searching his friend’s face. “The last thing I want to deal with is more of the crew’s problems.” He paused as he remembered why he avoided stepping foot on Omega when they docked. “Or Aria.”

Garrus chuckled, gripping the back of the chair in his hand, talons scraping against the padded back. “My time on Omega gave me some insight into a few things and one of those is ‘don’t bother Aria T’Loak if you want to keep all of your limbs’.” He pulled the chair out next, motioning with his other hand as if to say ‘may I?’ Some things transcended language and cultural barriers.

Shepard was unable to tear his eyes away from those talons. Memories of what Garrus could do with just a single touch during the few times they had spent “releasing” pent up energy and nerves were easy to recall. How simple it was to get lost in those blue eyes, in how Garrus had pressed him up against that ridiculous fish tank and-

Clearing his throat, Shepard crossed his legs, trying to hide the sudden problem in his pants. “Sure.”

Garrus sank into the chair and attempted to find a better position for his legs… which were so much longer than the space that the seat allowed. The Normandy was made for human heights, not turian despite having a lot of turian design. He still had trouble adjusting. He moved one leg under the table, but it was obviously uncomfortable, and then he shifted his entire body the opposite way. 

It was so completely absurd that Shepard had to fight for control over himself. If he laughed at Garrus this early in the conversation, he wouldn’t be able to get in his daily dose of mercilessly teasing him, usually over something so stupid that it would always get a laugh out of him. 

He loved his laugh.

Garrus glanced at the abandoned meal, teeth bared slightly in a look that meant disgust. “Spirits, what is that? Does it taste as awful as it smells?”

“Why? Did you want to try some?” He teased, a smirk curling his lips. Garrus might not be able to actually eat it, but that never stopped Shepard from poking fun at him. “I thought you already ate your delicious dextro-paste.” 

Garrus glanced at him, mandible twitching. “Willing to share? I didn’t realize you cared, Shepard.”

“If you eat it, you might kill yourself. Or at the very least, give yourself a stomach ache. Then I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Garrus rumbled a laugh, his subvocals doing that thing that always turned his stomach into a puddle of molten metal. Shepard always pushed it away, reminding himself that they were friends and getting together a few times for a quickie didn’t mean anything, but the excuses were getting flimsier with each passing encounter.

“Turians don’t have stomachs. We have gizzards.” Garrus crossed his legs before sighing and giving up, leaving them stretched out in front of him. “Well, we have something like a stomach, but it’s not like a stomach in a human. The gizzard-”

Shepard held up his hands, almost pleading when he spoke. “Thank you for the biology lesson, but I don’t need to know.”

“I figured you’d want to know… I mean, if you tried to punch a turian ‘in the stomach’, you'd be disappointed to learn we aren’t as soft as humans.” 

“Is that supposed to be a joke at my expense?” Shepard asked, leaning back in his chair, feeling more at ease with the sudden direction of their conversation. Anything to keep him from thinking about Garrus and that long body pressing against him. “Because I bet I can make you squeal if I punched you, stomach or not.”

“Like you do with all those mercs who try to hit on you at the bar?” Garrus mimicked him and leaned back against his seat. “Is that really why you don't go to Afterlife? Afraid someone might make you feel something?”

“Garrus…” 

“Come on, Shepard. Don’t tell me you're scared.”

“I’ve never been afraid of anything in my entire life.” They both knew that wasn’t true, but neither were willing to risk ruining the moment. With a snort, Shepard tapped his foot against Garrus’ leg and he nearly fell from his chair. “But we both know you’re a chicken.”

“I don’t understand these human turns of phrase. What’s a chicken and why do I feel like it’s offensive?”

A laugh slipped out before Shepard could stop it and when Garrus looked at him with smug satisfaction, he felt his stomach tightened in want.

“I didn’t know you could laugh.” Garrus continued, seeing he had the advantage. 

“Stuff it, Garrus.” 

“Oh come on, it suits you.” Garrus casually reached forward and moved the plate of grilled cheese out of his line of sight. The motion would normally make Shepard roll his eyes or make a biting remark, but Garrus’s words hit him right in the chest.

The sincerity in his voice wasn’t surprising, they were best friends. No, what surprised Shepard was his personal reaction. He managed to keep his cheeks from burning like an overcharged heatsink, but the rest of him tensed, ready to throw himself across the table at the turian’s mercy. He usually had better control than this…

It was Cerberus’s fault. Yeah, they messed something up when they rebuilt him. 

Raising an eyebrow, Shepard pierced Garrus with his icy gaze. “You’re being too nice. What do you want?”

“Why are you always like this?” Garrus trilled, crossing his arms over his carapace. His mandibles moved slightly, opening in a turian equivalent of a grin. 

“Like what? And be careful what you say.” Shepard warned, leaning forward to put his arms on the table. “We might be friends, but I can still kick your ass.”

Garrus shook his head. “What are you going to do, Shepard? Break your hand on my mandibles?”

“You’ve been hanging around Joker too much.” Rolling his eyes, Shepard stood to carry his sandwich to the recycler. If he never saw a grilled cheese again, it would be too soon. “Tell him that his lessons aren’t taking and you still sound like a chickenshit.”

“Chickens again?” His subvocals rumbled again, and Shepard was grateful that he was facing away from him. He wouldn’t be able to see his arousal from that angle. “And I’m not hanging out with Joker. Much.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” Shepard dumped the sandwich down the chute, waiting as it processed the waste. By the time he finished putting the plate in the washer, he was positive he gained enough control over himself to face Garrus again. With a quick breath, he turned away from the kitchenette. Garrus hovered behind him and Shepard took a step back, thankfully keeping his gasp contained. He hadn’t heard him move from the table and yet there he was, towering over him. “What the hell are you doing?”

“You talk a big game for someone who can’t win a fight without biotics.”

He almost choked him for that comment. “Excuse me? I could bodyslam your skinny ass to the floor, Vakarian.”

Garrus leaned forward, forehead nearly touching Shepard’s as his voice dropped to a whisper that had no right being so sexy. “Is that a challenge?”

Shepard stared at him, momentarily stunned by his boldness. He managed to get a hold of his wits and met his gaze, refusing to back down. “You’re damn right it is.”

Garrus straightened to his full height, watching him with an intensity that nearly made him shiver. “Sparring mat, ten minutes. If you don’t show, then I win by default and everyone will know their commander is a coward.”

Shepard knew deep down that he was teasing, trying to provoke him, and dammit, it was working. Before he could manage a response, Garrus had turned and exited the mess. Shepard watched him leave, eyes lingering a little too long on his hips than necessary.

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Shepard ducked under Garrus’s arms. His slightly shorter height made it difficult for Garrus to get him in a headlock. “You’re going to have to try harder than that, Vakarian.”

Garrus chuckled, mandibles twitching in amusement. He flexed his talons in Shepard’s direction. “I’m going to make you regret those words.”

Shepard grinned. He loved this side of Garrus, the playful banter, the rough and tumble sparring, the inevitable satisfying finish for them both in Shepard’s cabin. But more than that, he wasn’t the uptight turian that had stepped aboard the Normandy over two years ago, looking to take down Saren and prove himself. Here, on a ship surrounded by human terrorists, Garrus was a breath of fresh air, of freedom. He was familiar… he was home.

“You talk a big game, Garrus, but the follow up is lacking.” He felt a thrill when Garrus tilted his head, eyes trailing up and down Shepard’s body. Probably looking for a weakness to exploit, but he enjoyed his gaze focused intently on him. 

When he chuckled, a deep throaty sound that did little to cool the flaring attraction between them, Shepard had to step back and try to regain control before he decided to say the hell with it and press his lips to Garrus’s throat. Although, at this point, it might make for a better workout than their sparring session.

“Keep this up and I’m going to fall asleep.” Shepard taunted him, keeping out of range of his talons. That was one advantage Garrus had that could spell his doom. It wouldn’t take much for him to grab hold. His flexibility wasn’t as good as it could be, but Shepard might be able to keep away long enough to use his strength to subdue him.

Maybe.

“You’ll make it that easy for me, hmm?” Garrus tried to swipe an arm out and snag his waist, but Shepard sidestepped him. “Feel free to lay down, Shepard.”

The thought of lying beneath Garrus’s body only aroused him. The rosy cheeks he’d earned from the workout was now spreading down his neck and across his exposed chest. If Garrus noticed, he didn’t mention it, focused on their sparring. But his brain began to imagine those talons on his legs, exposing his cock while Garrus’s tongue-

Shepard shook his head, trying to purge the images from his mind. He didn’t need this distraction. 

The realization slammed into him like a skycar the moment Garrus managed to ensnare Shepard’s waist in his superior grip, pulling him closer and trying to wrestle him to the ground. It was part of the turian’s plan, to distract him with these thoughts, to take advantage and to win their match with little to no resistance from Shepard.

Hooking his leg around Garrus’s, Shepard managed to use the turian’s height to his disadvantage and rolled backward, the momentum taking him along. Garrus released his hold, stunned by the sudden movement, and went sailing over him. He landed on his back, arms and legs sprawled as he stared at the shuttle bay ceiling, breaths harsh in the quiet.

He scrambled to his feet. Garrus hesitated as Shepard threw himself on top of him, pinning him to the floor. He hovered over Garrus, hands firmly on either side of his head, leaning so close that the tip of Shepard’s nose nearly brushed Garrus. Dominating him so thoroughly was a high he basked in, even if he knew it was luck more than skill that put them here. At least he hadn’t used his biotics to cheat like last time.

“Give up?” He whispered, lips brushing softly against mandibles. He felt pride when Garrus opened his mouth slightly in awe, sharp teeth reflecting the overhead lights.

His eyes met Shepard’s, a blaring blue fire staring back. “Oh, did you think you won? This was all part of my plan.”

His talon brushed against Shepard’s thighs and his muscles tensed at the touch. Oh. Oh.

Shepard inhaled sharply, closing his eyes. Garrus’s grip tightened and a purr left from deep in his chest. The sound was meant to be soothing, but all it did was lit a fire deep in Shepard’s stomach. A groan escaped his lips. As he concentrated on the vibrations against his legs, his earlier thoughts about Garrus’s tongue came to the forefront of his mind.

One of Shepard’s hands covered Garrus’s, still sitting atop his leg. “Garrus, I…”

His words evaporated as Garrus nuzzled his neck, tongue darting out to lick the curve of Shepard’s jaw. Gooseflesh bloomed across his arms and he fought a shiver, trying to concentrate on something, but Garrus was everywhere at once. His tongue and mouth made quick work of him, hands slowly massaging his thighs, slowly creeping to the one spot that screamed for attention.

Shepard was so lost in his pleasure that he barely registered Garrus shift beneath him. Suddenly, before he realized what had happened, Shepard was on his back, hips pressing into the mat as Garrus loomed above him, an expression of triumph on his face.

“What the-” He blinked up at Garrus when he leaned forward, nuzzling his neck once more before pulling back.

“You don’t look so smug now, Commander.”

He couldn’t help it when the laugh burst from him, echoing in the empty bay around them. “You cheated!”

“Me? Cheat? I should be offended, but I’m not.”

“And why’s that?” Shepard somehow managed to ask the question without sounding breathless. His heart beat so loudly in his chest that he was positive Garrus could hear it.

“If the famous Commander Shepard thinks I had to cheat to win, that means I did.”

“Glad to see you admit your flaws, Garrus. Cheating needs to be addressed before it becomes a problem.”

The look he received in return was enough to make Shepard feel like he won, even if his aching back was proved otherwise.

“Quit whining.” Garrus murmured, moving close again, tongue running along the curve of Shepard’s ear.

“You used your turian wiles to distract me.”

“Turians don’t have wiles.” Garrus intoned, taking a nip at his jaw before reluctantly standing, offering a hand in help. “But we do have incredible reach and strength, something humans are always surprised about.”

Shepard’s hand slipped into his and all he could think as he found his footing was how easily they fit together. “Yeah, well, the rest of the turians might not, but you certainly do.”

“I hope that’s a compliment.” 

Once Shepard was back on his feet, he grinned at Garrus. “Always.”

He meant it too. Because Garrus wasn’t like anyone he’d ever met, human or turian or any other alien race. And the more he thought about it, the more Shepard realized that he didn’t want Garrus to leave his side. If they survived the Collectors, he needed Garrus with him to finish this mess. 

Shepard let go of Garrus with a small amount of hesitation before turning to grab a towel from the workbench, wiping sweat from his forehead. 

“Do all humans melt? Or is it just a Shepard thing?” Garrus teased, leaning against the lockers and watching him curiously. 

Shepard rolled his eyes, wiping some more sweat on the towel before chucking it in the turian’s direction. Garrus caught it easily, mandibles flapping in amusement.

“Very funny, Garrus.”

“It’s an honest question.” His expression didn’t have an ounce of honesty in it. “You’re always so on edge. Maybe you need more than just a workout.”

Shepard tried to ignore the flare of heat in his groin at the insinuation, but there was something in Garrus’s subvocals that taunted him. Something that he was ready to give into again.

Fuck, who was he kidding? He wouldn’t be able to deny how deep his desire for Garrus went.

Garrus held the towel out to him, still damp with sweat. Slanting his eyes in suspicion, Shepard reached for it, but Garrus didn’t let go. Instead, the turian pulled him closer, using the towel as leverage. Shepard fell into his waiting arms, glancing up into his face with a smirk.

Shepard raised an eyebrow at him. “See? Cheater.”

Garrus laughed, leaning down to press his forehead against Shepard’s, brushing a talon down the exposed skin of his arm. “Opportunist. Not that you’ve ever complained before.”

Shepard lifted his chin, brushing his lips against Garrus’s mouth, his arousal growing when Garrus breathed in his scent. “I doubt you’ll hear one.”

“Good.” Garrus muttered before wrapping his arms around Shepard, pulling him flush against his carapace, nipping at the sensitive skin at the base of his neck. “Because I’d be heartbroken if you didn’t like me anymore.”

Shepard’s throat closed up, overcome with emotion for the man in his arms. There wasn’t a single moment in time where he could imagine disliking Garrus, but especially now, when they spent so much of their time together as friends, as lovers. He didn’t want to live a life with Garrus.

The hardest thing he’d ever had to do was to pull away, disentangling his limbs from the man he cared for. Shepard stepped back, creating some distance from the tempting kisses and warm embraces.

Garrus met his eyes, confusion obvious in the way he watched Shepard. “Is something wrong?”

“I… Yes.” Shepard ran a hand over his head, the feel of his short buzzed hair a tactile sensation that helped to ground him. The next words out of his mouth broke his heart before he even spoke them. “I can’t do this anymore, Garrus.”

The disappointment radiated from his friend as he crossed his arms. “I don’t know what to say.”

“This isn’t blowing off steam for me, anymore.” Shepard admitted, pushing on despite the hole that appeared in his chest. His hands were shaking, his heart pounding against his rib cage, his stomach in knots. He was terrified of so many things, but losing Garrus was at the top of the list. 

Shepard didn’t usually expose the deepest parts of himself to other people. Sex was one thing, but emotions… those were messy. He usually avoided them, pretended they didn’t exist. But with Garrus, he needed to be truthful about what he felt because if they died at the end of this mission, he wanted to know he’d at least lived with the last of his time.

“What is it then? Because you’ve been giving me mixed signals all night.” Garrus sounded upset and he had every right to be. 

“I’m not trying to lead you on. I just can’t help myself when it comes to you.” Shepard turned away, neck burning. “But I owe you more than a tryst.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Shepard.”

“That isn’t true.” He whispered, feeling his heart in his throat. “I owe you everything.”

Garrus shuffled behind him, reaching for his hand and Shepard let him take it, turning towards him. Garrus squeezed his hand briefly, but Shepard couldn’t meet his gaze, refusing to witness the disappointment, the worry. So he closed his eyes instead, the blackness of the void taking him.

“Shepard-”

“I love you.” He couldn’t stop the confession from tumbling into the silence. 

There was no response, but he could feel Garrus stiffen beside him. He hadn’t been expecting a declaration of love, that was obvious, and Shepard immediately knew it was a mistake. To push the boundaries of their friendship was a lot to ask of Garrus and here he was, dumping something like this on him out of nowhere.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dump my emotional crap on you.” 

He tried to pull away but Garrus tightened his grip, refusing to let go.

“Shepard, look at me.”

Taking a deep breath, he did as Garrus requested and opened his eyes, slowly trying to leave the dark abyss of his thoughts, setting his fear and doubts aside. When he finally glanced at Garrus, he was rendered speechless by the tenderness he found there.

Garrus moved closer, his hand still holding Shepard’s like his life depended on it, and leaned down to meet his gaze head on. “Do you think this is a fling? Or that I haven’t thought about you night after night, laying on my cot and wondering if I could get away with sneaking up to your cabin? Because I have and it’s not about the sex, Shepard. Even if it’s some of the best I’ve ever had.”

Shepard let out a breathless laugh, his heart fluttering where it belonged, in his chest. 

“I can’t get you out of my head. I’ll be honest, I don’t want to. You… everything I feel about you is unexpected, but I’m happy it’s you that I feel it for. You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever known, Shepard. And I-”

Shepard didn’t let him finish. Because he didn’t need to hear Garrus say those three words to know their truth. Because he felt it so deeply in the pit of his stomach each time their eyes met across a room. He felt it whenever Garrus responded to his teases with his own quips, whenever a smirk was given back tenfold, or an innocent touch became the most tender of caresses, he knew that Garrus Vakarian was his.

Pressing his lips against Garrus’s throat, he was rewarded with a low purr that increased in volume as Shepard made a trail down to where his carapace began. Then he paused, glancing up to find that Garrus had shut his eyes.

“You ok?” He whispered, feeling whole for the first time since Cerberus had resurrected him.

Garrus trailed his hands up Shepard’s arms, gripping them tightly. His eyes opened and Shepard almost drowned in the depths of his affection. “With you, I’ve never been better.”

Shepard smiled, full of warmth and love and a million other flowery feelings, the turian in front of him trilling in contentment. “I couldn’t do this without you, Garrus.”

“You could, but you don’t have to.” Garrus rubbed a mandible against his cheek, the motion full of more affection than Shepard knew how to deal with. 

Shepard looped his arms around Garrus’s midsection, burying his face into the crevice between his neck and carapace. Nothing made him feel safer than this place right here. He tightened his grip, Garrus responding in kind. “You and me against the galaxy, Vakarian.”

Garrus sighed, relaxing in his arms, running a hand down his back. “I’m here with you until the end. Always will be.”

#specreqs2023 #my writing #ginbiscuit #garrus vakarian #mshepard #shepard #commander shepard #mass effect #shakarian #mshakarian #mshepard x garrus #mass effect fanfiction #sparring #turians #friends to lovers #love confessions

[toms-cherry-trees]

Alright I am very nervous but here we go

First of all A MASSIVE THANK YOU to every single one of the 1500 followers I've gathered in this blog. I have been way too close to throwing it all away plenty of times but moments like this make it all worth it. I know I may not seem like i but I cherish every comment, reblog, like and ask I receive about my work, even thought I don't post often, I approeaciate those who still follow all my debaucheries

Now, I had never done a celebration before for any milestone so I am keeping it small and simple to not overwhelm myself. We are going to keep it nice and simple and hopefully people will want to join in.

Find the masterlist with all the celebrations fics here

1. Blurbs!!

I want to get my creative juices back into flow (that is some terrible terrible wording) so I want youto send me gifs to my askbox, plus what type you want (angst, smut, fluff) and I will write a short blurb about them (most likely under 1k words) about any of the Peaky males + Alfie and Luca + Polly or Ada

2. Fic Recs!!

I have been slacking deep in my reading, so I want you all to drop some of your fave writings of your own on my ask (you can also send in works from others but I want y'all to hype up yourselves) and I will write a fic rec with my favourites

3. Celebrate with me!!

I love you all like you are the reason I am alive so I want you all to celebrate with me. I would LOVE for you to write blurbs of your own for my celebration, any sort you like (fluff, angts, smut if you are of the right age) with just one prompt word in mind: autumn. (My fave season)

Some guidelines because it is better establishing limits rather than being sorry later

I don't write Mosley (I don't care if you think Sam Claflin is hot), nor any other "villain" aside Luca. I don't write Gina, Grace, Linda, Esme or Ada as I don't really vibe with them

I can write dark! characters if you specifically request it but I don't make any promises

This may take me time to write because my work is both time and energy draining but I will do my very best!

You don't have to follow me or be my mutual to participate! Everyone is more than welcome to join, I'd love to make some more friends through this

I will accept the gif requests and the fic recs up until April 16th. Submission blurbs (remember the prompt word ;)) I will accept them as long as it takes you! If you want to write but it will take you a month, bring it on!

Tagging some of my mutuals and peaky blogs who can help me get the word around since I am deadly shy: @runnning-outof-time @zablife @cillmequick @look-at-the-soul @there-goes-thefighter @theshelbyclan @shelbydelrey

#mars #marsie writes #marsie talks #celebration #mars 1.5k celebration

[rp-academy]

As someone who has returned to Tumblr RP, who has been on/off this activity since 2011 (tho done written RP in general for much longer tho), I wanna share my wisdom to folks new and old, so I can heal from past hurt and use it to help improve experiences:

1) Don’t force yourself to RP with someone just because they have a muse you like. I know on my end, I’ve had to handle SO MANY vitriolic personalities because of that. I didn’t even drop some of these people right away because I thought learning to be friends with folks with toxic personalities was a “good thing.” I’ve become a lot more confident in who I want to surround myself with over the years and that includes in online spaces.

2) I hope more people learn that behind every blog is a blogger. This is something I’ve really had to learn, that how active someone is on their blog or who they choose to respond to some days doesn’t mean that person is ignoring you or thinks you’re a bad person. Maybe they’re busy, maybe they only have the motivation for certain threads and muses. Communication is super key if one person feels insecure and the other doesn’t know what’s going on.

3) The minute someone is publicly stirs drama on the dash - don’t engage. Some people will hide their drama behind a “social justice” card - don’t fall for it. RP is for RP and the minute it stops being that, you have every right to feel uncomfortable and not give any attention to what someone is posting.

4) I once had someone comment when I left my Sonic blog in part because of drama… I feel commentary on drama (except to critique its existence) only makes RP spaces feel unwelcoming. Unless something is getting out of hand, please keep thoughts and concerns to DMs with mutuals and friends.

5) Controversial take from what I’ve been seeing: While I think soft blocking people who are actually harmful makes sense, I also think communication is key when choosing to unfollow someone who is otherwise a decent human being. That’s me being sensitive to emotions, tho.

6) Being exclusive is okay! Being a clique is not! You can have fun with your mutuals and friends without making others feel left out.

7) Honestly, I think the best RP experiences I’ve had have been with kind muns and friends. As I’ve learned: Maybe my Knuckles blog I made a few years back never got attention, but meanwhile, crossovers and OCxOC interactions (on and off tumblr) have been super fun.

8) Please, please, please don’t harass people about their takes on muses or headcanons. Even if they’re “wrong.” Gentle conversation and critique is fine, but if you’re going to get mad at someone, you’ve basically become a bully.

9) On that note: the energy you put out on your blog is going to affect someone’s day, so please be mindful or use tags when getting into negative territory.

10) This is getting better, but since no one said this when I was a minor: Tag your NSFW stuff. And don’t fetish mine. And ask before your begin RPing a sexually implied situation or doing something like r*pe. This should not be normalized with minors.

11) I saw a post that already said this: Some mutuals will become friends or acquaintances, but not all mutuals will be, and that’s okay!

12) No vagueing. Unless someone is being toxic or inappropriate, go to DMs, please.

I might add more in the future.

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#nothing i really disagree with here! #not much to add on so I'll just post it if that's alright ❤️ #asks #worldofpuureimagination