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feeder86 · 3 months

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Feeder 86: The Top Ten

Can you believe that the Feeder86 ‘Orginal Gainer Stories’ blog will soon be posting the two hundredth story? I thought of many ways to celebrate. But then I stopped and realised that I would probably be best using the time to address one of the questions I get asked about most frequently. Which of the stories do I personally like the most?

This was not an easy list to make as I very rarely go back to re-read my own work after I have finished editing and posting them. This is not because I do not like them, but because I always see bits that I want to change. Nevertheless, this project was the perfect opportunity to revisit a few oldies that I remember being very proud of at the time.

Hopefully you will see this list for what it is: a glimpse into how I write, my motivations and drive; rather than just a self indulgent pat on the back for myself. Yuck!

So, with that being said, let us begin...

#10 The Feeders’ Formula: This tale certainly had to be placed into the list. After all, it is the one that kicked off ‘Original Gainer Stories’ all those years ago. There are many amazing examples of instant body weight transformation stories out there. I felt that I needed to write this one as my contribution to the genre. It went down well at the time. I swiftly wrote a Part Two, then followed it up with others (The Feeders’ Formation, The Feeders’ Formalities, The Feeders’ Foreclosure, The Feeders’ Forecast, The Feeders’ Former Years), becoming something of an ongoing saga in recent years; focusing on the different Feeders from that very first meeting. As a writer who sometimes struggles to find the ending, these are wonderful to write as they all have the same inevitable conclusion. There is also so much freedom to be had when you’re working with characters who are pretty much pure evil. I know so much more about the Feeders than I’ve ever written down, so it is great to tease out those little details with each new installment. The newest of these tales (The Feeders’ Foreplay) was the darkest yet, but seems to have provoked a very favourable reaction from many. Who knows what the Feeders may get up to next? I do! And you can find out too, once we start a whole new sweeps season of stories this April! Come with me into The Feeders' Fortress!

#9 Only One: Where do I start? Only One has my absolute favourite type of feeder. Ben is big, sexy and very in control. He’s one of those rare types of guys who always stays on top and is a step ahead of absoultely everyone he meets. Who wouldn’t fall for him? I certainly did! In fact, I loved him so much that I wrote an entire prequel for him (and none of you even noticed!) Check out Rewire if you want to see how Ben became the man we know and love.

#8 The Wright Boys: The idea of a weight gain that cannot be stopped or controlled is a tempting one for many. How much easier would it be if you didn’t have to second guess your choices or face the pressure to lose weight? This was the first tale of what I see as ‘The Curses’ saga that eventually bled into many other stories (including another one on this list!) and culminated in Wright vs Beckett. However, this story remains my personal favourite of these. If you’re a fan of looking for crossovers between my stories, these are some of the most explicitly linked. I followed it up with a spin-off tale (The Wright Boys: DNA), but continue to have ideas about how I could go back to these boys in the future. Watch this space.

#7 Making Monsters: The title of this story really does give away how I felt about it at the time. This is quite the saga, spread over into not just two, but three parts! It began as a story that was very similar to Blackmailed; a tale that I had written previously about a guy voyeristically enjoying seeing his friend fatten up her boyfriend. However, this story evolved even further for me, with Tommy’s love of eating and gaining weight being both his greatest love, and his biggest shame. His denial only heightened the tension for me, and, when he does eventually give in, the gains feel all the more satisfying as a result.

#6 The Pig Feed: It’s not easy to write a gainer story where there isn’t another character spurring the events along and encouraging things. In this tale however, that role is given to a very tasty and surprisingly addictive pig feed mixture that Steve gets himself hooked on. It’s a story that I really enjoyed writing and still feel very happy with. I have considered writing more stories around this interesting feed. However, I am yet to do so; deciding (for now at least) that things are perhaps best left as they are. But, feel free to let me know your thoughts on this.

#5 Farm Boy: Whether you grew up in a big city, or a small rural community, like Hayden in this story, we can all relate to having desires and attractions that those around us don’t understand. And, thanks to how well connected we are these days, we now know what it’s like to realise that you’re not actually alone, and the whirlwind of excited emotions that follow. I enjoyed writing this story because I, quite simply, fell completely in love with Hayden. As kinky as he was, he still retained that fresh faced innocence throughout. If any of my characters were destined to be together forever, I imagine that these two would be my top choice.

#4 Keeping a Crush: This is one of those stories that I wrote in a matter of hours, and I was so pleased with it when I was done. Getting the train to go to work is not necessarily something that many Americans have to do, and so the location had to be switched to the UK (quite refreshing, I thought!). For me, it’s one of those really rare instances where placing very solid restrictions on the structure of a story (In this case, having it all take place during the commute to and from work) and finding that it actually elevates the sexual tension and mood. All scenes take place in public settings. All conversations could, in theory, be overheard. These days, so many people meet online and flirt for weeks by messaging back and forth, before they even see each other for the first time. Nowadays, for better or for worse, the actual, real fantasy is finding a connection with someone you just see in the real world; perhaps with a person you literally just met on the way to work...

If you’ve not read this one, I really would highly recommend it.

#3 To the Max: Stories with a magical element to them are either loved or hated. However, I find that this tale walks that line very successfully. Ned gets his hands on a love potion and makes straight guy, Max, fall for him. I’m sure we’ve all been there with that fantasy! However, it is in the consequences of inviting someone into your life, someone that you actually know very little about, that the entire eroticism of this story is based. I won’t spoil it for those who have not read it, but believe me when I say that things soon start getting very interesting indeed…

#2 Tommy’s Two Hundred. Don’t recognise this one? Well, that's because none of you have read it yet.

Now, I’m not just saying this because I want you all to come back for the two hundreth story, but this is genuinely one of my absolute favourites. For my big milestone stories in the past, I have written something specifically for that event (Wright vs Beckett, The Seven Feeders of Finn). However, this is just a tale that I adored writing and decided to hold back for you all, especially for this occasion. It’s a story of domination and submission within a fairly open, but very kinky, relationship. Strapping Hunter plays the part of a very controlling feeder, making me break many of my own rules and stretching my boundaries to the absolute limits. You’ll either love him, or you’ll hate him. That’s all I’m going to say…

Also, this story is going to be the first Feeder86 story that will be fully illustrated. It’s all thanks to the amazing talents of Spellwell9 who was given an advanced copy and asked to imagine the characters in four different scenes. I cannot wait for you to see this!

Put it in your diary. All will be revealed from Friday 5th April…

#1 F80 Control: This is perhaps a controvercial choice (especially as my #1). I have previously admitted that this story strays a little from its purpose of being a gainer story. In other words, I get very caught up in the background story that is being told. However, I feel that the science fiction genre is surprisingly underused in tales of weight gain. Yet, the combination of Aritificial Intelligence and submission seemed, to me, to be the perfect blend. It really is a beast of a story if you can follow it all the way through to its conclusion.

With the advent of improved artificial intelligence software in recent years, I felt the time was right to develop the world further, with the addition of F80 Ctrl Alt Del; a spin-off tale set slightly before the main story. Then, unable to help myself, I followed this up again with another companion story, F80: Kidnap and Control.

The reason I chose this universe as my favourite is because this is where I am happiest writing. With AI, I don’t need to consider the morality or motivations - I know exactly what their aims are and I can see multiple ways in which it will cause conflict with humanity (and their waistlines!) I would also love to write more for this world one day, and I even left a little unused subplot in the last story that I think would provide the perfect starting-off point for another chapter. Will I ever write it? Well, we’ll have to wait and see…

So, there you have it! The the complete list!

This was a much harder exercise than I expected when I first embarked upon it. Stories like: Jiggle the Jock, Meticulous, Rule Number One, Freaks, Leftovers I and II, Ethan: The Secret Feeder and, not fogetting The Consequences I, II and III all crept in and out of the list, unfortunatley missing out on the final cut. There are many, many others, of course. But this list cannot go on forever...

So, why not tell me which ones were your favourites? Feel free to write in the comments and post a link to any other stories that you have enjoyed from myself, or from other authors. Hopefully, if we all work together, this could become a great resource for people in the future, filled with signposts and reccommendations.

Also, don’t forget the Feeder86 Contents page where you can find links and descriptions of all the 200 stories posted so far (as well as plot outlines for upcoming tales as well). Please continue to enjoy the vast catalogue of stories, and even have a go yourself! I love supporting the many new gainer fiction writers who contact me. So please do get in touch if you need advice, or to talk through your ideas. Let’s all encourage a whole new generation of people to get typing away! I’m sure you will cheer them on just as much as I will.

Thank you to everyone who supports the stories blog here on Tumblr. Keep checking in every Friday througout April for a whole new sweeps season to celebrate this milestone. Stories will include: Tommy's Two Hundred, Train for a Gain, The Feeders' Fortress and The 1% (a companion story to The 5%). For now, I thank you all for taking time out to sit and read the very bizarre tales that sprout from my mind. You are all wonderful.

Happy 200 stories!

Feeder86

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froggibus · 5 months

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Colder Weather - Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor

Genre: fluff headcanons

Summary: how the boys act when it’s cold + snowing outside

CW: cold weather, snow, asmo forcing you to go outside (ew), lots of cuddling, pretty mid writing on my part

okok so no Lucifer or Satan for this one cause I just had no ideas :((( like I had a few but not nearly enough for complete hcs so sorry guys

also holy fuck it’s been a while since I wrote obey me hcs lmao so im a little rusty…sorry guys

also I promise I’ll shut up but it’s gonna be almost -50 celsius here this weekend (yay, Canada!) so I will be stuck inside if you guys have any obey me (or other fandoms) ideas!!

Mammon:

Mammon and to snow DO NOT mix

biggest baby in the entire Devildom when it gets cold

he has this super tacky fur coat that he insists is real rabbit fur (it’s faux—the big softy couldn’t bear real fur)

refuses to leave the house, even if he has to work

worse than that: he refuses to let you leave the house, even if you have things to do

“hey, human. where d’ya think you’re going? it’s cold out there. you’ll get sick, or worse, dead!”

invites you to his room cause he has this ‘super awesome heater’ (read: himself)

you end up lounging on the couch with him and watching movies with excruciatingly long car chases

you start shivering despite the sweater you’re wearing, and Mammon not so begrudgingly beckons you over to come sit under the blanket with him

honestly he forgets how to breathe because you’re so close and you smell nice and you’re relying on him for warmth

at some point it gets colder and you start shivering again

goes to grab another blanket but you stop him, looking up at him with those pleading eyes

“don’t go, mams. i’ll freeze without you.”

pretends to be humble about it but inside he is screaming

not sure how it happens but you end up in his lap??

he has both arms around you, cocooning you between him and the blanket

you both fall asleep on the couch, snow storm long forgotten

Leviathan:

locks himself in his room to spend the whole day watching anime

also sorry but this man’s room is a whole terrarium

he’s got his heater, his fan, his air purifier, his humidifier

his place is always the perfect temperature and the perfect place to take refuge in a blizzard

he pretends like he’s annoyed when you come into his room, dressed in warm clothes and fuzzy socks, a blanket draped over your shoulders

but really he doesn’t mind—he actually has to hide his rosy cheeks with you because he’s so flustered at the idea that you chose him

orders an insane amount of comfort food to eat during your anime marathon

like heaps and heaps of food that the two of you couldn’t possibly finish

offers you to share his blanket with him, wrapping it around the two of you to keep warm while you munch on food

somehow it turns into you leaning your head on his shoulder, eyelids getting heavy in the warmth of his room

Levi can’t even be annoyed that you’re missing episodes of the anime—you look so cute like this

Asmo:

HATES the cold, LOVES the snow

it’s a weird dynamic…

dresses you up in the cutest snowsuit ever, and forces you to sit outside in the cold for over an hour taking pictures

“asmo we’re gonna catch a cold”

“demons don’t get sick from the cold, don’t be silly”

you’re not a demon????

when he’s finally done with the pictures don’t expect any attention from him after

he still has to edit, caption and post them to Devilgram

you sit under his comforter in the corner of his bed, shivering miserably and shooting glares at him from the corner of your eyes

Finally he puts down his DDD and looks at you, his eyes sparkling when he sees just how cute and cold you look

uses the cold as an excuse to get as close to you as possible, cuddling you tightly

he’s so tempted to take a selfie of the two of you in bed together but he doesn’t want to ruin the moment

probably insists on your laying between his legs with your head on his chest for ‘maximum warmth’

really he just want to feel you

you end up falling asleep in his room, and who is he to wake you?

Beel:

honestly indifferent to the cold

he’s just built differently

he’s not the biggest fan of it, but he’s not as much of a baby as some of his older brothers

still, he doesn’t quite like the idea of you going out in the cold (at least, not without proper protection)

offers to get anything you need, but if you insist on going out, he’ll come with you

and of course he bundles you up first

has you dressed in one of his sweaters with one of his old winter jackets over top

you look tiny in his big clothes

when you get home after he’ll make you stand in front of the heater to warm up while he disappears into the kitchen

of course he’s going into the kitchen

but you’re pleasantly surprised when he comes back with two steaming bowls of chicken noodle soup

you guys eat and watch a movie in the living room, Beel asking you every five minutes if you’re cold

you take another one of his sweaters just to get him to stop bothering you about it

insists on feeding you every hour and piling snacks on the coffee table

“don’t give me that look. you need food to stay warm, y/n.”

Belphie:

hates blizzards because they interrupt his sleep

he can usually sleep through anything—from sunny days to volcanic eruptions

but the cold??? no way

his bed gets cold and even his thickest, softest blankets don’t help

but…maybe a certain warm human could help his sleep

ends up crawling into bed with you in the middle of the night, hardly making a sound

you only wake when you feel the bitter cold on your body slowly fading away, a new warmth pressed against you

“go back to sleep—don’t move! im comfy....”

you’re not even phased by Belphie sneaking into bed with you at this point

and the warmth is honestly really nice

you cuddle back into him, shoving your back as tight against his chest as it will go

he throws an arm over your waist, holding your hip flush against his

definitely stays with you the whole night—and the next few after that

with the excuse he’s just ‘keeping warm’, of course

checks on you every time he wakes up in the night, groggily reaching out to make sure you’re still warm and okay

Obey Me! Masterlist

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kiwiana-writes · 1 month

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Fic Pride Friday

Thank you to the fabulous @rmd-writes for the tag! As always, though, with 239 fanworks on AO3, this is a beast of a task lmfao.

Rules: Post your favourite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

This got long (and I'm like... actively trying not to Feel Bad™️ about that), so four fandoms' worth of snippets under the cut!

Tagging: @agame-writes @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise

@dumbpeachjuice @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

@indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @sparklepocalypse @stereopticons @whimsymanaged

And, of course, an open tag to whoever wants to play!

Red White & Royal Blue

What a beautiful tone aka introspective rimming:

Henry has touched Alex in a thousand different ways since he shook the hand of a beautiful boy with a yellow ipê-amarelo in his pocket and fell in love, so he doesn’t quite understand why he’s trembling as he rolls them both until Alex is on his back, hair spread out on the pillow, lips parted slightly and eyes filled with trust as Henry settles on top of him. With his arms bracketing Alex’s shoulders, Henry places a hand on Alex’s jaw and pours all the love and pride that’s been coursing through his veins since Alex delivered his speech into a deep kiss, his tongue running along Alex’s bottom lip, coaxing it further open. The noise Alex makes in response is devastating. He’s a live wire, arching up into Henry’s touch in a way that is somehow both entirely nonsexual and an unbelievable turn on. Alex moves like he’s trying to crawl inside Henry’s skin, letting out soft moans and shivering gasps that burrow their way between Henry’s fourth and fifth ribs and carve out a place for themselves there, somewhere only Alex has ever reached.

All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers, the coffee shop 5+1 where Alex is so hot it very literally makes Henry stupid:

“How can I do you today?” Bollocksing, buggering fuck. Henry’s going to have to migrate to Tristan Da Cunha. Actually, while that’s the most remote place he knows of, he’s also fairly certain they’re a British Overseas Territory and therefore speak English, which isn’t particularly helpful in his current predicament. He’ll brainstorm, though he expects that the long and sordid history of global British colonisation is really not going to be his friend here. Walking Wet Dream blinks slowly—once, twice—before his face splits into a wide grin. “Tempting fucking offer, sweetheart.” A tongue peeks out to wet a pair of plump lips, which only provides Henry with some extremely vivid ideas for what else might look good between those same lips, and oh Christ, if he actually gets hard underneath this hideous apron he’ll have to lock himself in his own basement. The fact that he doesn’t have a basement is immaterial, really.

A Practical Arrangement, the arranged marriage AU -- tbh I'm proud of ALL of Alex's internal narration about Henry in chapter one but this is a particular favourite:

“I thought Windsor valued courtly manners?” Alex grins widely, tampering down a smirk at the way Henry’s ridiculously chiselled jaw twitches, obviously displeased at the way Alex is going off-script. “As your betrothed, surely you should be showering me with compliments as you greet me?” Henry raises an eyebrow, and looks at Alex in a way that makes him suddenly, viscerally aware of the four inches of height Henry has on him. It’s a height difference that has always put Alex on edge; it never used to be the case, Alex is pretty sure from the vague memories he has of them in their younger years, but between one meeting and the next, suddenly Henry was no longer at his eye level. “As soon as I find something to compliment, I assure you I shall do so.” Alex almost laughs; that was funny. Rude and untrue, but funny. It’s a shocking amount of personality for Henry to display. “Back in Texas, they extol my many virtues, Your Royal Highness,” he drawls, pointedly ignoring June’s scoff. “Do you need me to give you a list?” “I’m sure they do,” Henry says gravely, but there’s a flicker of something at the corner of his mouth that could almost be a smirk. There’s a long pause before he adds: “…in Texas.” Alex’s jaw drops before he can stop it. That absolute fucker.

Kinda think that I might be his type, the Alex and Bea fake dating fic that blew up in a way I wasn't expecting but am forever grateful for; I'm proud of this whole damn fic but this line made me get up and walk away from my computer after writing it lmao:

“Don’t worry, though.” He winks at Bea, tampering down a grin at the way she bites her lip as she realises whatever he’s about to say is at serious risk of making her laugh. “We’re not going to wait until I’m out of school to start popping out great-grandbabies for you. I wanna be papi for real, not just to my little honeypot here, if you know what I mean.” The sharp clatter of Mary’s teacup against her saucer thankfully drowns out the choked wheezing sound from Bea’s throat; Alex only risks glancing at Bea for a moment, just enough to realise she’s fighting for her life not to burst out laughing. He’s not sure how much longer he can keep this up before he sounds like he’s reading lines from a terribly scripted and vaguely racist porno.

Puck It, the college hockey AU with my favourite analogy I've ever written:

Alex is aware that he might be bisexual in the same way he’s aware that he might be allergic to cats; there have been a few brief interactions to make him think it’s probably true, but so far it hasn’t had any impact on his life, so he hasn’t really had a reason to look into it and find out for sure. Now, faced with Henry’s clavicle and the sudden, vivid mental image of sinking his teeth into it, he’s not sure how theoretical it is anymore.

Handprints in wet cement, the 5+1 celebration of Henry's Oxford Slut Phase that is just so important to me:

“It’s not.” Alex’s fingers flex a little, digging into Henry’s skin. “It’s— you had all these experiences, and sometimes I can’t believe you want to share them all with me. That you’ll just tell me about them, and if it’s something we’re both into, we can just… go for it. It means a lot. You know that, right?” Henry blinks at him. If he’s honest, he’s never really understood Alex’s eagerness to hear about Henry’s uni hookups; Henry himself, while not bothered by Alex’s own past, has never felt any particular need to seek out stories about it either. He’d just assumed it was another facet of Alex’s insatiable need to understand things; he hadn’t realised it was important.

I've carried this song in my mind, the Arthur-from-beyond-the-grave fic, have one of the many MANY passages that made me cry to write lmfao:

You don’t need to find Orion, Arthur wants to tell him. I’m in every constellation, in your heart, in your soul. I’m here. I’m always here. But Henry can’t hear him.

Schitt's Creek

Wander Where They Will, aka the swans fic:

It felt like only a moment later that something woke him, though the pitch-black room made it obvious it had been several hours since he dozed off. It had been so long since he was in such close proximity to other people that David didn’t realise what he was hearing, at first. The gasp that rang out in the silence made his eyes snap open and his body tense up, and there was a thump and a high-pitched, muffled moan before the realisation slammed into him. He shifted in the bed, trying to block out the sounds out of a sense of… privacy, he supposed, or decorum. That must be why his stomach was clenching, so tight he could barely breathe. Patrick, it seemed, approached lovemaking the way David has seen him approach everything else—quiet, determined, methodical. All the noises coming from their corner of the cottage seemed to be Rachel’s; only a rhythmic panting betrayed Patrick’s part in the process. Even at the end, he barely made a sound. David couldn’t help thinking, as silence filled the cottage and pulled him backwards into sleep, that it was a terrible shame; that everyone deserved the kind of pleasure that rushed through them, untamed and uncontrollable.

Femslash February 2021, where I decided one entry needed to not only be a drabble (100 words exactly) like every other day's prompt, but ALSO a sonnet:

A princess resides in a castle fair Who Stevie beholds when sneaking ashore— With aquamarine eyes and golden hair, She’s all that Stevie is so longing for. If she had legs, or the princess a tail, Perhaps Stevie could be part of her world— But fate's harsh currents their union assails, Separating them with an eddy's whirl. So Stevie lingers, and watches, and dreams About a union between sea and land, Wishing it weren't as complex as it seems For them to lie together on the sand. But unbeknownst, a princess dreams, too— Of a raven-haired mermaid, pure and true.

And all the rest's illusion, the fic where Patrick works through his feelings about the word queer and every single comment made me cry:

And that’s really the crux of the issue, because it’s not that he’s uncomfortable in his sexuality. If he was, that would be easier to explain — right from the start, David never put a label onto him. Patrick was the one who’d whispered I’m gay into the sliver of space between them that night at Stevie’s, and David had just given him the same easy smile and nod that Patrick’s sure he would have received if instead his declaration had been I’m bi or I’m pan or I don’t know right now. His discomfort is more of a nagging, deep-seated fear that he’s not entitled to queer; that because he’s never been called a slur or worried about whether or not it was safe to kiss his partner in public or even come out to his parents, the word isn’t his to reclaim.

I haven't met the new me yet, the fic where I just dragged everyone onto the Jake/Rachel train with me by force, no I don't care that they never met in canon:

Despite herself, her eyes keep finding her way back to one of the pool players. He’s tall and well-built, with a close-cropped beard; he carries himself easily, joking with his friend, the flannel shirt stretching across his back as he lines up his next shot. When he stands up after sinking the ball easily, he turns around too quickly for Rachel to pretend she was looking elsewhere and their eyes meet. The smile he gives her isn’t quite cocky, though it’s close; it’s just confident, and confidence has always done something for her. She smiles back before picking up her beer, draining the last of it and trying not to grin around the neck of the bottle when his eyes drop to her throat as she does. She’d forgotten how good it can feel, to flirt with a stranger across a… okay, this isn’t exactly a crowded room, but still. Across a room. She doesn’t make any secret of watching as the guy and his friend finish up the game, the one she’s watching sinking the black easily with several of the stripes still on the table, and he hands his cue to his friend before striding over to the bar and leaning over to get the bartender’s attention.

Meet me out at the end of my rope, aka angstapalooza. The outline @ships-to-sail gave me for the end of chapter three just read "David leaves after possibly the most tender but heart wrenching kiss they’ve ever had, that’s ever been written, ever, in the history of written kissing" and then I had to... write that???

Patrick puts the box down gently before he holds his hand out. When David places the key in his palm Patrick wraps his fingers around David’s, their palms pressed together. Despite everything, it still feels like coming home; before he quite realises what he’s doing he presses Patrick back into the doorframe, his free hand wrapping around Patrick’s neck as he pours all the emotion swirling around inside him into one final kiss. Patrick, for his part, tugs David in close, his fingers winding through David’s hair as he shakes under David’s touch. When David finally pulls away he can see Patrick’s cheeks are wet with tears, and he knows his are too. He doesn’t know if they’re his own or Patrick’s or both. Patrick stares at him, his tone helpless. “You’re the love of my life, David Rose.” David closes his eyes as his resolve almost breaks. When he opens them again, Patrick’s face is blurry and indistinct in front of him as he tries not to let more tears fall. “No one is ever going to love me the way you did.” The words are choked out, but when Patrick opens his mouth to reply David shakes his head to stop him. “But no one ever lied to me like you did, either.”

How much love will you happily take -- I apparently awakened a humiliation kink in multiple people with this one and I will never not be proud of that 🤣

“No, that’s not— it’s not for lack of trying.” David being so kind about this is making it ten times harder to spit the words out and he drops his gaze, picking at Stevie’s faded bedspread so he doesn’t have to see the look in David’s eyes. He can feel the all-too-familiar crackle of humiliation crawling up his spine, knows his embarrassment is clear on his face, and it makes his throat tighten and his stomach clench and his cock twitch and he hates it, loves it, wants to poke at it like a bruise until it consumes him. “It’s been, um, a size issue?” There’s a beat, and then David is placing a gentle finger under his chin and turning Patrick to face him. His face is warm and open and Patrick likes him so much it’s kind of terrifying; he desperately needs this night not to end up another disaster. “That,” David says, voice soft, “is only an issue if we make it an issue. And I don’t plan on making it an issue.”

Wearing glass slippers, I got my Chucks, the Stevie/Alexis tattoo/flower shop AU my beloved:

“Did people send you flowers when your aunt passed away?” Alexis asks pointedly. “Yeah.” She doesn’t say, It was a huge pain in the ass, actually, because I had to throw them all out when they died, but from the look Alexis is giving her at least some of that must show on her face. “Congratulations and commiserations,” she says slowly. “That’s when everyone wants to give flowers: births, deaths, weddings, anniversaries. It’s like, human nature or whatever. There’s something…” she takes a deep breath. “It’s a sign of trust, I think. To be a tiny part of someone’s biggest moments like that. Even if just from the sidelines.” Stevie has tattooed children’s names and wedding bands, handprints and pawprints and important dates. She’s never thought about it quite like that before. “I get that,” she murmurs.

Great Acoustics, aka the cast did a Zoom thing in-character during Covid and had a throwaway line to justify David and Patrick not being in the same room and I just entered a fugue state and wrote porn about it in like an hour:

They make it ten days before their first noise complaint, which is frankly about nine days longer than David expected. They’ve been worse than usual, to be fair, with something as simple as a lockable door apparently now an aphrodisiac to both of them. Patrick goes about twelve shades of red when the official notice is pushed under their door, and then the pillow makes a reappearance. It’s all very fucking hot, actually, seeing buttoned-up, in-control Patrick reduced to a whimpering, begging, uncontrollable mess. Eventually, David manages to convince him that if something must go in his mouth during sex, there are several better options. No, not that. Well, obviously, sometimes that.

A focused moment made, kinkverse part one that I very much intended to be a oneshot lmfao RIP

For a few moments, the only sound is their combined harsh breathing as they recover. Almost before David realises what’s happening he’s being pulled gently to his feet, and then Patrick is framing David’s face in his hands and kissing him soundly. And David’s been kissed a lot during a scene, and a few times before one, but never once has someone kissed him in a sex club after they’ve already come. He lets out a startled but not unhappy yelp and Patrick takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue into David’s now-open mouth, chasing the taste of himself, making them both groan. Finally Patrick releases him with one last, almost chaste, kiss. He drops one hand but leaves the other on David’s cheek, gazing carefully at him, his face soft and open. “I’ve never done that before, with a guy,” Patrick confesses after a moment of silence. David raises an eyebrow, quirks a lip. “The flogging or the blowjob?” “Uh,” Patrick scratches the back of his head as he flushes slightly. “Both? But also, um.” His eyes flicker down to David’s lips and back up, and David gives a soft little Oh of understanding. “Baby dom and baby gay, huh?”

Your heart is keeping time with me, the 50 First Dates AU that I think has the best ending I've ever written? So, uh, spoilers-ish, I guess:

This isn’t a romantic comedy. There will be no miraculous, medically impossible recovery. Every morning for the rest of his life, David will wake up and have to be told that he has a husband he doesn’t recognise; a husband who loves him. But after he’s been told, Patrick will set out to prove it to him, with laughter and music and patient understanding. And because love is so much more than conscious memory, David will go to sleep each night in Patrick’s arms, safe and secure and content. Even though it’s not a film or a fairytale, they will still live happily ever after.

Other

We always walked a very thin line, aka the fic I furiously spite-wrote in three hours after watching Happiest Season lmfao:

When they were little, they were convinced if they practised enough they could develop some sort of psychic link; talk to each other over long distances without tying up the phone lines their dads always used for important business calls. They gave up eventually, but Riley finds herself desperately wishing for the talent now. Come on, Harper. Be braver for her than you were for me. “She’s lying!” The words burst hysterically out of Harper’s mouth, and Riley’s heart sinks.

We knew we were the fortunate ones, because obviously I watched episode 3 of The Last Of Us and immediately started writing, what do you take me for?

He knows that the last four years have been kinder to him than to almost anyone else; he also knows that he doesn’t look like those men in the magazines, the ones he used to drive thirty miles out of his way to buy, shoulders hunched and not making eye contact with the store clerk in case he found himself subjected to judgement — or worse, conversation.

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tongue-like-a-razor · 2 years

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Movie Nights with Bradley Bradshaw

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Headcanon in which you have popcorn movie nights once a week with your aviator friends.

CW: None, just a bit of fluff

A/N: I feel like I haven't posted Rooster content in a while so I thought I'd share this idea with y'all even though it obviously isn't fully formed. Let me know if you're interested in other half-baked ideas and headcanons 😅

Also, the season of scary movies is upon us, so I thought this might be fitting. Enjoy!

Week 1: Bradley likes you so he sits as far away from you as humanly possible. You take the centre of the couch, flanked by Phoenix and Bob. Bradley takes the floor.

Week 2: Bradley offers to grab your drink (and everybody else’s so it doesn’t appear suspicious). He sits on the same couch as you this time, but he’s in the corner. When Phoenix stands to use the bathroom and there’s a gap between you and him, he gives you a small smile and you offer him some popcorn. He takes a handful from your bowl, so you shift closer to share. When Phoenix returns, she’s wearing a smug smirk.

Week 3: You plop down onto the couch beside Bradley, completely unaware of how alarmed he is at the idea of sitting beside you throughout the entire evening. He's very still for the majority of the time, although you do end up occasionally rubbing shoulders and, by the end of the night, Bradley is both elated and extremely frustrated.

Week 4: Bradley sits down next to you, handing you your favorite drink. He gives you a sheepish grin when both Phoenix and Bob decide to join you on the same couch, squeezing you and Bradley into the corner. It’s a scary movie, so you end up gripping Bradley’s arm for the better part of the evening, hiding your face behind his shoulder a few times.

"You're missing the best part," he says with a massive grin.

"Tell me when the best part is over," you whimper.

He rubs your back with his hand, chuckling into your hair as you squeal. Anytime the film becomes too frightening and you press your body into his side is the best part in his books.

You're watching the screen with an anxious expression and the moment the music swells, you turn away frantically, burying your face into Bradley's neck.

He holds still, afraid that any movement on his part might scare you off – more even than the slasher flick. When he feels your body tense up against his at the sound of the screams coming from the television, he puts his hand over yours on your lap, squeezing it gently in his grasp. "You're okay," he mutters, his mouth right over your forehead.

You clutch his hand as his thumb sweeps lightly over your knuckles, and he weaves his fingers through yours, trying to relax your grip. You murmur something incoherent into the crook of his neck and Bradley closes his eyes, his embrace tightening around your shoulders. "Just so you know," you say in a soft voice. "You're not allowed to leave me alone tonight."

Bradley lets out a slow breath over your face. "Wouldn't dream of it," he responds.

A/N: I dunno guys, this concept has been bouncing around in my head and I wanted to get it down so I wouldn't be tempted to write a whole story around it haha Hope you liked it!

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oldshrewsburyian · 3 days

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I see a lot of posts about how ASOIAF isn't obligated to be accurate to real medieval history since it's a fantasy world rather than real life.

For example, I saw a post saying this:

"Asoiaf fans: "Here's a fantasy story written by someone with an understanding of history and how the societies that often inspired fantasy worlds functioned, as well as an understanding of gender and class relations throughout western history. This work explores a lot of questions that most fantasy stories brush off, and it deconstructs a lot of the romantic (and often conservative) narratives about-"

Person who gets mad when fantasy stories aren't the same Tolkien clone over and over again: "But you have ice zombie and dragon? And it's wrong to think about plausible implications of anything. Having dragons means you can't try to write humans realistically. Also this isn't actually historically accurate because..." (Proceeds to incoherent rant that ignores how both history and fiction work.)"

I wouldn't say that GRRM has an "understanding of history" beyond surface-level, let alone an "understanding of gender and class relations throughout western history" or how the societies the cultures in the books are based on functioned.

I can name the dothraki as an example of entire diverse and fascinating cultures being reduced to one-dimensional racist caricatures, which can't be excused by being set in a fantasy world.

My questions are:

Is the way GRRM portrays race, gender relations and other aspects of his worldbuilding harmful to our understanding of past societies?

Does GRRM succesfully accomplish deconstructing "romantic and conservative narratives" common in other fantasy stories?

To what extent does GRRM understand how societies that inspired fantasy worlds functioned (feel tempted to ask about race and gender relations, but you already covered it in an earlier ask so lets leave it as optional).

Hi again. As a sort of prolegomenon, I'd like to object to the straw Tolkien fan, here. There are immortal races in Middle Earth. There's a giant spider. There are Ents. Tom Bombadil is there. It's not as though LOTR is devoid of fantasy elements; it's just written by a man who spent decades immersed in medieval literature and culture (deeply affectionate.)

Based on my experiences in the classroom and beyond? yes, 100%

I'm not sure what "other fantasy stories" are being invoked, here, so I'm not sure what GRRM is allegedly trying to deconstruct. I would argue that even and perhaps especially Lewis and Tolkien are a lot more complex and less essentially romantic/conservative than is usually acknowledged. But, uh, my short, more or less instinctive answer would be "lol no." If a narrative trying to deconstruct narrative conservatism and romanticism still focuses on about 5% of the population and tends to insist that women's sexuality matters to the narrative more than anything else about them... mm. The deconstruction, I am not seeing it. It is very clear to me that GRRM wants us to believe that this is a nasty world where people are nasty to each other by default, where power is routinely abused with impunity. And? I want to ask. So what? What's the intended gotcha, here, besides a reinforcement of bad medieval stereotypes?

Oof. Um. The thing is that based on the three novels of the ASOIAF cycle I've read so far: I have no idea. His societies don't function the way medieval and early modern societies in Eurasia did. I would also argue that his societies mostly don't, uh, function, at least on the evidence we see. But his historical cherry-picking means that I simply do not know how much he has learned, or cares to understand, about historical realities. And honestly: this is fantasy! It has no intrinsic obligation to correspond to historical reality! I'm just mad because both GRRM and his fandom seem to think it does. Moreover, this is, in a very real sense, my problem (see the answer to #1, above.)

#a medievalist does got #grrm critical #asoiaf #bad medievalism bingo #fantasy #asks and answers

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shadowofchwe · 1 year

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treacherous temptation | vernon chwe

Sneaking into your enemy's room with murderous intent doesn't exactly go as planned once you hear the name leaving his lips in his sleep.

🗡️ Pairing: prince!vernon (sovereignsin!vernon) x princess!reader

🗡️ Word Count: 4.5k

🗡️ Genre: Enemies to lovers (still emphasis on the enemies), mainly pwp, smut, royal au

🗡️ Rating: 18+

🗡️ Warnings: Explicit language, mention and presence of weapons (dagger), mention of wanting to murder, overheard sex dreams, explicit sexual content, brief somnophilia, handjob, dirty talk, rough handling, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, face fucking, praise, hard degradation (uses of bitch and whore), grinding, thigh riding, making out, possessive Vernon, spit kink makes an appearance, mutual masturbation, teasing, edging, cum play, cum eating, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (pls be safe), riding, spanking, groping, marking/biting/scratching, dagger is held against throat mid fucking (meant to be more threatening than anything), threats of violence, forcefully disarming weapon, mention of minor injury and blood being drawn, mention of conflicting feelings and fear, rough sex, restraining hands (f receiving), it's kinda soft at the end, that enemies to lovers line is getting real blurry

A/N: I'm back with more prince Silvernon! This couple is just so fun and intriguing to write and I honestly have a million ideas for them lmao. This is a follow up to sovereign sin, but I also think it can be read as a standalone too. Really wanted to post something today because it's my 1 year Vernaversary of ulting him so I hope you enjoy this if you decide to read it 🥰 As always thank you so much to everyone who reads my stuff and supports me it means more than I could ever say 💙

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It was late. The entire castle slumbering in silence. Everyone except you, who'd been tossing and turning for hours at this point. It had become impossible to tell if you couldn't sleep because you were angry, or if you were angry because you couldn't sleep. All you knew was that right now, you were fucking furious.

It might've had something to do with the fact that that bastard, Vernon, hadn't sought you out a single time that week. The arrogant prince had barely acknowledged your existence for days. And you hated just how much his behavior had gotten under your skin. Because it had been too long since he'd been under your skin. You were aching with a desire, and a craving, that only he could satisfy. You longed to have him drag you back down into the dark with him, greedily feeding into the worst parts of each other.

You glanced at the door to your chambers, half expecting to see the silver prince slipping into your room. But the door gave nothing away, and fresh anger flared inside of you. You swung your legs out from underneath the heavy covers before planting your feet on the floor. You reached for your dagger from your bedside table, quickly strapping it against your thigh underneath your thin nightgown.

Peeking out your door revealed an empty hallway, and a dangerously tempting opportunity. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't fantasized about sneaking into the prince's room, taking your dagger, and slitting his throat while he slept. And just because it wasn't a fantasy you were planning on carrying out tonight didn't mean you couldn't still have some fun and threaten the bastard with your blade at his neck. Make sure he knew you were not one to be fucked with. The look of surprise and fear in his dark eyes…it would be enough. Enough to satisfy you for tonight.

Your knowledge of all the castle's secret passageways made it almost too easy to sneak into the prince's quarters, completely unseen and undetected. Moonlight blanketed the room, falling on the prince, peacefully asleep in his bed. You crept closer as you kept one hand against the dagger concealed under your nightgown. You stopped at the sight of Vernon's bare chest, watching it rise and fall with each deep breath.

You internally cursed him for looking so breathtaking in his sleep. You couldn't remember ever noticing how long and delicate his eyelashes were. His silver hair looked soft and slightly ruffled from his pillow. You wanted to feel it between your fingers. Tug and twist the strands to pull all those sinful sounds from him. All you had to do was reach out and- No. You shook your head in an effort to clear the lustful thoughts. Not what you were here for. Not tonight anyway.

You were standing next to his bed now, staring down at his sleeping figure as you gently lifted up your gown to expose your hidden dagger. The prince began to stir suddenly, mumbling something, and your fingers froze where you gripped the thin fabric. You held your breath, waiting to see if he was actually going to wake. Another muffled sound escaped him, and you found yourself leaning closer to try and discern what he was saying.

"Y/N."

He moaned your name sofly, and your heart began to thud violently against your rib cage.

Shit.

Now that you had heard it, it was impossible to miss the needy, breathy way your name was leaving him again and again. Your head was growing hazy again, and you could feel the arousal gathering between your thighs. Damn this prince.

Curious desire flooded your veins as you reached out to carefully pull back his covers. You hissed at the sight of his cock, hardening and straining against the fabric of his silky bottoms. Vernon said your name louder, more desperately. An entirely different type of wicked thought bloomed inside your mind. You swung yourself up onto the bed to straddle one of his thighs before you could think better of it, the prince groaning underneath you. But he still didn't wake.

Your hand hovered over the top of his pants, waiting to see if it was still you he was dreaming about.

"Fuck, Y/N." he practically growled in his sleep.

You didn't waste any more time before slipping your hand beneath the material to wrap around his length, giving him a teasing squeeze. You used your other hand to tug down his bottoms enough to expose his hard cock. The prince squirmed underneath you as you began stroking him slowly.

"Dreaming about me are we?" you taunted softly, leaning down so that he could feel your warm breath on his skin, "Naughty little prince."

You let a string of spit fall from your tongue to his tip before using your hand to coat the rest of his length, twisting the sensitive flesh. Your thumb rubbed over his slit, and Vernon suddenly jolted awake, sitting upright and trying to take in the sight before his eyes. You grinned deviously back at him as you moved your hand faster. He fisted the sheets in a death grip, "Fuck. Princess, is that really you? Am I still dreaming?"

You chuckled darkly before slowly moving your gaze up to his face, your mouth grazing the skin at the top of his thigh.

"Or maybe it's a nightmare." you whispered, trapping his flesh between your teeth.

Vernon hissed out a curse that quickly became a snarl when you licked a stripe along the underside of his cock.

"Do you want my mouth, prince?" you teased him further.

The prince's fingers were digging into your jaw a second later, and your skin burned under his touch.

"Until you're choking on me, your highness."

He used his hold on you to roughly pry your mouth open. You played along, letting the bastard think he was in control as he guided his cock past your lips.

Vernon hummed, "If only all your other suitors could see you like this, with your mouth full of me. I bet then those fools would truly know their place."

Familiar irritation stirred inside you at his smug words, and your teeth scraped against him in warning. His hand immediately left your jaw to tangle in your hair before yanking you off of him with a pop. You gasped when he gave another harsh tug to pull your head up higher to make you meet his eyes. The intensity in the prince's dark irises nearly burned a hole through you.

"Though it would seem, that you still do not know yours." Vernon growled, his nails digging into your scalp, "You vile woman. Allow me to remind you, princess."

The sadistic smirk he flashed you had you wishing you actually had bitten him. Bastard. But it was also impossible to deny the way heat flooded your core at the way he watched you like a predator stalking its prey. He had you trapped for the moment, and you both knew it.

You had just barely started to open your mouth to get in one last quip, when Vernon used his grip on your hair to shove your head down, pushing his cock all the way to the back of your throat in one go. The prince groaned in satisfaction as you gagged and spluttered around him.

"Fuck. Always let me ruin your mouth. Just like I ruin your sweet little cunt."

His hand held you down as his hips bucked against your face, reducing you to a mixture of drool and tears.

"Such an obedient little princess, shit." he grunted, and you cursed yourself for the pathetic, muffled whimper that slipped out.

Desperate for some sort of stimulation yourself, you began grinding on Vernon's thigh that you were still straddling. You nearly sobbed at the friction, and the prince hissed above you.

"Fuck. You're soaking. Rutting against my leg like a bitch in heat."

His thrusts were finally starting to lose their rhythm as you continued to choke and cough around his length. Your movements grew more frantic, your own orgasm building fast as you moaned brokenly. Vernon tugged you up by your hair once more, and his other hand stilled the motion of your hips.

Fresh tears slid down your cheeks from the loss of stimulation, and you tried to greedily suck in as much air as you could. It was pointless though because the prince gripped the back of your neck and pulled you to his mouth, his tongue diving in hungrily to taste himself on you. You groaned in response, aching for the stimulation of his thigh against your core again. His hand on your waist was unyielding though, clutching the fabric of your nightgown so tight that the material was bunched up in his fist.

His lips left your own, but you both stayed there, just panting warm air into each other's mouths.

"Remember, your highness," Vernon rasped out as his hand curved around your cheek, his thumb briefly brushing across your now swollen bottom lip, "your pleasure belongs to me."

You glared back at him fiercely, "I belong only to myself. No part of me will ever be yours. You would do well to remember that."

You hated how you sounded so much less threatening than usual since tonight's exchange had literally left you breathless. As well as burning for some sort of release. Still half dazed, you felt Vernon's fingers at your jaw again, even rougher than before. You scowled defiantly at him, refusing to back down from his challenge like always. No matter how badly you were craving the satisfaction of an orgasm.

Fire flickered in the prince's eyes, a promise to burn you alive.

"Open your mouth, whore." he snarled, using his grip to part your lips once more before angrily spitting into your mouth.

Vile bastard. Maybe you would end up killing him tonight after all. If the need trying to claw its way out of your skin didn't kill you first.

"If you want me to even think about letting you come, then I suggest you do as I say, princess. You can start by swallowing." Vernon instructed, smug grin nearly splitting his handsome face.

You seriously considered spitting back in his face just to spite him, but you simultaneously couldn't stand the thought of leaving here with nothing. So you decided to play nice, at least for now. Until the prince let his guard down again.

You made a show of swallowing, and clenched around nothing at the desire in Vernon's eyes as he watched your throat. He raised a waiting eyebrow, and it took everything in you not to lunge at the man in a violent rage.

"Show me, princess."

His condescension was grating on your last nerve, but you opened your mouth and held out your tongue to give him what he wanted.

"Good girl." he praised before unexpectedly flexing his thigh against you.

You cried out and splayed your hands over his stomach to keep yourself from toppling over. The brief rush of pleasure was gone all too soon, but the prince stalled your hips before you could chase more of that feeling. You were going to stab him.

"Now, here's what I want you to do. Take off that shift, or I can rip it off if you prefer." he teased, his fingers playing with the material.

The bastard had already ruined enough of your wardrobe, so you slipped the gown over your head before Vernon could act on his threat. His teeth dug into his lip as he drank in your moonlit figure. One hand was gripping your waist, while the other wrapped around his neglected cock as he began stroking himself. You let out a small gasp, mesmerized at the way his fist pumped his length.

"You keep fucking my leg like a dog, but you can't come before me. Think you can handle that, princess?" the prince challenged you, his tongue poking against the skin of his cheek.

"Yeah, I think I can fucking handle that." you growled in response, immediately returning to grinding against his muscular thigh.

You sighed out, your head falling back now that you were finally able to build up to a consistent rhythm, "Fuck, fuck, Vernon."

He groaned, his hand moving faster, and your hips following suit. After being denied an orgasm for so long, you knew it wouldn't take much more to push you over the edge. Vernon flexed against you again, and you almost lost it, but you forced yourself to hold back since he hadn't come yet. The prince chuckled at your efforts.

"Patience, princess." he chastised you, driving the point home when he slowed the movements of his hand around his cock.

"Fucker." you hissed before making your hips match the new pace.

Otherwise you were definitely going to lose this little game, and that just wasn't an option.

"Such colorful words for a future queen. I really do bring out the worst in you, don't I, your highness?" Vernon taunted you further, stroking himself faster again.

He was panting heavily, eyes screwing shut in pleasure. He had to be getting close, just a little more. You decided to try and help him along with your words.

"Close, prince?" you queried playfully, slowly dragging yourself over his bare skin, "Imagining it's my hand instead? Or maybe my mouth? Or are you pretending you're inside me? I bet you're just dying to feel me around you. All warm and wet. Am I right?"

"Fuck!" Vernon swore loudly, his hips bucking up as he frantically fucked his fist.

Your grin of satisfaction was short lived because his muscle tensed underneath you right against your clit, and you had to bite back a scream. You matched his desperate movements, the need to come starting to overpower the need to win.

Your furious gazes bore into each other, neither one of you willing to back down now.

"Don't you dare come." the prince warned, his tone venomous.

"Fuck you." you seethed back, fingers harshly digging into the flesh of his thigh.

Just when you were about to give in and accept your loss, Vernon's hands flew to your waist, halting the movement of your hips.

"Vernon, what the fuck?" you snapped, resisting the urge to draw the dagger still sheathed at your side.

You didn't think he'd even noticed that you'd kept it on you, stupid prince. You glared down at him in contempt, squirming in his strong grip. Like hell this bastard was going to hold your pleasure captive any longer.

"Fuck." the prince hissed, "Stay still."

You were trembling in his hold, both from anger and from the repetitive denial of your orgasm that you could practically taste, "Go to hell, prince."

"Do as I say, princess, or I won't let you come. Just sit there and take what I give you, and don't you fucking move." Vernon ground out, one of his hands leaving your waist to wrap back around his cock that still looked painfully hard.

Good. The bastard deserved the pain. But on the other hand, if he didn't let you come, you were going to throw the royalest of fits. You knew Vernon would never let you live it down either. Damn him.

You stayed as still as your body would allow since you couldn't get yourself to stop shaking completely. The prince looked back at you with focused arrogance as he pumped himself harder. A shiver ran through you at the shudder that escaped him right before hot spurts of cum began coating your breasts and neck. A strip even landed across your still swollen lips and Vernon moaned at the state of you.

"Fuck, princess, you are a sight. All covered in me." he remarked, voice husky and dark.

You made sure his eyes were on you as you sensuously licked him off your lips, and the prince's eyes nearly blew out.

"Shit, Y/N. You'll be the death of me yet." Vernon groaned, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over your hip that he was still gripping.

Your heart beated erratically in your chest. Why was it that such small things fucked with your head so much? Then again, you were still feeling out of your mind from not being able to come.

"Vernon."

You said his name a single time. A question with an underlying plea. The prince smirked in understanding, "Go ahead, princess. Think you've earned your pleasure."

You were already grinding against his thigh with reckless abandon by the time the words finished leaving his mouth. This time, he helped guide you with both hands on your waist, flexing against you with each rock of your hips. The stimulation was so delicious you wanted to cry, and you could feel your release beginning to crest over you.

"Oh, fuck, Vernon." you whined as you desperately chased your pleasure.

The prince hissed, his fingers digging harder into your skin.

"Come for me now, your highness." Vernon beckoned, and you were letting out a sob as you fell to pieces a moment later.

He kept a firm grip on you to keep you upright as you rode out your high. You stared down at your hands covering Vernon's stomach, laughing slightly as you tried to catch your breath.

"Wow…that was…wow."

The prince gave you just the hint of a smile, and you felt the room spin.

"I love how articulate you are after a good orgasm, princess." Vernon teased you, and you felt yourself beginning to grow shy all of a sudden.

You reached beside you for your discarded nightgown, using it to wipe yourself clean. You would just steal some of the prince's clothes to wear to sneak back into your room. You let the garment drop to the floor, and Vernon suddenly shifted underneath you, swearing under his breath.

You thought maybe you had accidentally hurt him, but then you saw the real reason for the prince's discomfort. He was fully hard, again.

"Shit, Vernon." you whispered, and his line of sight followed your own.

"Well, can you blame me? After feeling you grind your dripping cunt all over my thigh." he voiced, his deep timbre settling in your core.

You lifted your eyes to his face, and saw the hunger still swirling in his irises. And you realized that your appetite hadn't been satiated yet either. Feeling like a woman possessed, you raised yourself from his thigh before shifting to properly straddle him with your legs on either side of his body. You held the prince's gaze as you slowly sank down onto him, both of you moaning in unison.

"Greedy bitch." Vernon hissed, one of his hands coming up to roughly palm at your breast while the other reached around you to give your ass a harsh smack.

You felt set aflame from within as you began riding him in earnest. The prince groaned and panted below you as he alternated between groping your chest and your behind.

"Think I like having you at my mercy, prince." you breathed, smirking down at him.

A growl rumbled in Vernon's throat, but whatever his reply was gonna be died on his tongue the moment you switched your focus to grinding on his cock.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck."

His eyelids fluttered as you tortuously rolled your hips, your nails scratching against the skin of the prince's chest.

"Fuck, you're gonna kill me."

"Well, you know, prince," you began softly, leaning over him to run your tongue along his infuriatingly perfect collar bones, making Vernon shiver underneath you, "that was the idea."

You marked his skin with your mouth, distracting him as you carefully slid your dagger free of its sheath. Vernon's hand twisted into your hair, pulling you up to claim your mouth. The way he practically swallowed you nearly had you dropping your blade and losing yourself.

You tightened your grip on the hilt, your fist digging into the sheets below. Your mouth disconnected from the prince's as you pushed yourself back upright, a string of saliva trailing between your lips. Irritation flashed in Vernon's eyes as his fingers pulled harder at your strands, "Get back here, princess."

You had your dagger against his throat in one quick movement, and the way his cock twitched inside of you didn't go unnoticed.

"As I said, prince, I like having you at my mercy."

"Filthy whore." he spat back at you, but his face gave away just how fucked out he was from the sudden change.

You laughed softly and gave a single roll of your hips, and the choked moan he let out betrayed the prince further.

"Careful, darling, or I might just have to cut out your tongue." you taunted, starting to feel drunk off the power you currently had over him.

Vernon had barely started to open his mouth to retaliate, when you began fucking him with renewed vigor. Each rock of your hips made your blade bite into his skin just a little bit more, but not enough to bleed. Yet, anyway.

Near animalistic snarls and growls escaped the prince, both of his hands digging into your ass hard enough to bruise as he encouraged your desperate movements.

"Now, you listen to me, prince. I am not one to be trifled with. And I will not tolerate any more of your childish games. Fuck with me again, and I'll make sure my next nightly visit to your chambers isn't quite so pleasant."

"It really, fuck, drove you that crazy to go without my attention for a few days? I think you might be growing a little sweet on me, your highness." Vernon piped up, sporting a cheeky little grin.

"Silence." you snapped, tightening your grip on your dagger, "I refuse to entertain such delusions."

In a blur of motion, Vernon's hand came up to wrap around your wrist, wrenching your arm to the side. You gasped sharply, but it wasn't in reaction to him. It was because of the red bubbling up from a cut on his neck. Your blade had barely knicked him, but distress filled you all the same.

"Drop it, princess."

The warning in his voice pulled your attention back to where he was gripping your wrist that was dangling over the side of the bed. You glanced at his neck once more before releasing your grip on your dagger and letting the weapon drop to the floor.

It was silent except for the sounds of your shared ragged breathing. The prince let go of your wrist, and your trembling fingers immediately went to the streak of crimson on his neck.

"Vernon." you whispered into the space between you.

"Please, your highness, no tears. It's only a graze." he teased you, and you just blinked down at him.

The prince chuckled softly before making you yelp as he maneuvered himself upright, bringing the two of you face to face as his strong arms encircled you.

"You act as if we haven't left worse marks on each other. Or do I need to remind you, princess?" Vernon went on, and you caught sight of his mischievous smirk just before his head dipped down, silver filling your vision.

His lips closed around your nipple, earning a sigh from you as you let your head fall back. And just like that, he had you again.

"Now that there's nothing else to distract us, I can finally fuck you properly." he murmured against your skin, his tongue flicking over your perked bud.

You rocked your hips in response, fingers threading through his hair. It suddenly scared you how intimate all of this felt, and you just hoped Vernon wouldn't be able to read it on your face. You ended up lucking out because he pulled out before handling you like a ragdoll and flipping you onto your stomach.

"What the hell do you think you're do-" you started to say, but your words were muffled when the prince grabbed you by your hair and pushed your face into the sheets.

He jerked your hips up a moment later and landed a hard slap on your ass that had you groaning underneath him. You felt him lean over you, his warm breath falling over your back, "I'm going to take you like this. And you're going to scream into those sheets. Wake up the whole fucking castle for all I care."

You bit back a curse as he buried himself inside you once again. Vernon kept one hand on your head, while the other secured your hands behind your back as he fucked you like he had something to prove. The sound of skin on skin, coupled with your quieted sobs and Vernon's stuttered breath, filled the bedroom obscenely.

He had all the control right now. All you could do was literally lay there and take it. Each bruising thrust had you feeling more and more out of your mind. Your orgasm crashed down on you without any warning, and you released a scream into the sheets before going limp underneath him. Vernon growled, using both of his hands to lift your hips back up as he continued pounding into you.

"Fuck, Y/N. You're gonna be so full of me, this little cunt of yours will be dripping for days." he grunted, the rhythm of his strokes becoming erratic.

You moaned brokenly, your body completely spent. Vernon hovered above you, pressing his chest to your back as he shuddered next to your ear. He came a moment later, and then practically collapsed on top of you.

"Is this an assassination attempt?" you asked, trying to hide your tired smile in case he could somehow see it.

Vernon laughed, and the sound vibrated against your back, warming you from the inside out.

"You did try to kill me first, remember?" the prince quipped back.

"Knowing you and what an insufferable bastard you are, I highly doubt that's the first time a woman has held a dagger to your throat. I know it certainly won't be the last."

Vernon playfully bit your shoulder, and you exclaimed before squirming out from underneath him. The two of you laid facing each other, side by side. Moonlit strands fell over his dark eyes, and you found yourself reaching out to brush them back from his face. The prince looked at you curiously, and you quickly retracted your hand, flushing furiously in the dark.

"Sorry." you mumbled as you casted your gaze towards the sheets between you.

"You know," Vernon started, and you glanced back up to meet his eyes, "if I had my way, princess, there's no way I'd ever let you leave my bed."

You were quickly brushing off his words because of how much they terrified you, "Well, with me, prince, I guarantee you'll never have your way."

You thought you saw hurt flicker across his features for a split second, but then he was sporting that signature cocky grin again.

"Good thing I love a challenge."

That may have been the case for him, but you weren't so sure that it was a challenge you were up for anymore. A different kind of flame was beginning to ignite inside of you, and it felt more threatening and more consuming than that of your blazing hate. Stronger than your furious lust. It sparked, bright and hot inside of your chest. And it promised to burn you alive.

#seventeen #vernon #seventeen smut #vernon smut #seventeen fic #vernon fic

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ghostdrinkssoup · 2 years

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Imo S1 Will is a good person. He secluded himself from society to not harm others. He gave up on fulfilling relationships. He was taken off the police force because he let someone stab him instead of pulling the trigger. Who did he actually kill? Just Hobbs, a serial killer who was going to kill Abigail. And he even tried to quit in Coquilles. People like to bring up how he covered for Abigail but at that point he thought Nicholas Boyle was the Copy Cat and attacked her. If he was a bad person he would just be any old cop who kills as much as possible.

hello !! it’s always so interesting to see how people interpret the show and its characters because I view will very differently. I think much of my opinion stems from 1) the nature of his character progression 2) his worldview as shown/set up in the show’s first season and 3) his foil dynamic with hannibal. I’m tempted to write a detailed explanation and tear s1 apart piece by piece but I want to actually sit down and write a separate post about it so I’ll spare you the details and just give you the infodump summary ✨

s1 will is complicated because 1) not all of will’s persona is false (he doesn’t like meaningless violence, for example) and 2) I think he lacks a level of self-awareness concerning his own nature. he’s not entirely ignorant, but he is in denial. he’s a recluse because it’s the nature of his person suit: it’s meant to repel people, rather than lure them in (this changes in s2, honeytrap will my beloved 💖). his empathy is extremely overwhelming for him, yes, however he also has a taste for righteous violence. killing hobbs exposed that, and the rest of his arc follows an internal battle between his preconceived normalcy and his lack of remorse, as well as the thrill he gets from punishing those he feels deserves his wrath. you can understand his worldview by watching the opening lines of the show, as well as the choices he makes during the following seasons, and how each shape his character arc. there’s also a lot of “unmasking” and “seeing” and “becoming” imagery sprinkled throughout this season. these all set up his character arc too

he does try to quit in coquilles, but it’s because he feels himself unravelling. of course jack manipulates him into staying, and since will so desperately wants to believe he’s a good person he latches onto jack’s idea of “saving people” and refuses to leave the job for the remainder of the season. he doesn’t want to confront his own nature, he doesn’t want to unmask himself, and he wants to hide from the truth of himself. he doesn’t refuse the possibility of a relationship with alana when the opportunity presents itself to him despite said isolation, but I think this is because his desire for her is synonymous with his desire for “stability” and “conformity” (hello there heteronormativity)

it’s also important to note that most of his delusions surrounding abigail are tied to a desperation to prove he’s still a good person. he idealises her in his mind and it takes him a long time to realise she’s the bait, even though it’s the most logical conclusion. the reason hannibal is able to manipulate will into keeping quiet and lying about abigail is because he proposes that her killing boyle and him killing tobias is the same as will killing hobbs. hannibal is aware of will’s denial and uses it against him, creating a situation where if will was to condemn abigail or hannibal’s murders he would have to confront himself, which he doesn’t want to do. if will only confronted his own nature, he would’ve figured hannibal out in that scene. but he doesn’t, because by seeing hannibal, he’s forced to see himself. the rest of his arc follows a similar trajectory, for both himself and hannibal. we also can’t ignore the fact that the moment will accepts himself (and realises hannibal is in love with him) the first thing he does is break a dangerous cannibal out of prison NSBSJSJ

still, does all this make will an “evil” person? he isn’t any old cop who kills as many people as possible, you’re right. he’s not a monster, but I think that’s the point. he’s an incredibly complex, human character. we’re meant to empathise with him, but at the same time he exists beyond absolute “good” as well. especially when much of his suffering is tied to repression of the self, as well as unwavering moral conformities. he’s a lot more interesting than the “haunted hero” persona if you look beyond it. also I think using “good” and “evil” to describe will isn’t helpful in an analytical context simply because the show goes out of its way to blur moral absolutes? he exists within the complicated grey, blurring with hannibal. again, much of the show is about deconstructing polarities, particularly the difference between humanity and monstrosity

#oh wow that was a long response ‘summary’ my ass LMAOO #thank you for the ask !! ofc this is all just my personal opinion and you’re not obligated to agree with me #I love a good debate and all that :’))#but no I’m gonna analyse s1 will in More Detail when I get time #I’ve been rewatching s1 so all this is still very fresh in my mind 👀#hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal meta #will graham #hannigram #ask response #ghost speaks

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gr63wdc · 2 months

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‘If you have questions the asks are open’ you know what I’m about to ask about o7, beautiful woman and her man who has never combed his hair. Or tbh any of your other wips I like hearing people talk about their wips :3c

(I was half tempted to just dm you but you said asks so ask it is >:))

erika, you've given me the amazing opportunity to rant about my wips/fics so i am going to utilize it. i'll tell you about the beautiful woman and her man who has never combed his hair first, and everything else below the cut (for context, here is that wip summary poll). :DDDDDD

beautiful woman and her man who has never combed his hair this is my wag au for the fest!!!! i have talked to many a friend (including you) about this wip, and everyone seems to be very excited which i am happy about :)) basically, it's loscar with trans girl logan as the wag. they're very sweet and in love and it is simultaneously annoying and adorable to all of their friends. the main cast also includes max fewtrell (my beloved) as oscar's teammate at mclaren, lando norris as logan's bestie and max's wag, fred vesti as the most amazing supportive friend anyone could ask for, and a few other things that i am still working out (lawnsonoda is a very real thing that may or may not be included in this fic). i plan for it to be a semi linear narrative, by having the 2023 f1 season as the main thing but with flashbacks, social media, and other things sprinkled throughout. you have seen some of my outrageous planning and this will be a behemoth when i am done. i'm so excited!!!!!

gatekeep, gaslight, girlboss, george russell <3 imagine with me: george russell was born georgiana russell. so she's like if irl george was 50 times more neurotic and worried about what people thought of her. it will also be secret relationship gax (gasp... tuser gaxpodium writing gax... crazy...) and overprotective girl dad toto.

can the ghost of enzo ferrari fix my relationship? catholicism and being italian go hand in hand, so we're translating that religious fervor into f1. teams have a patron god (usually someone important to that brand or team) and surprise surprise, enzo ferrari is the patron god of the scuderia ferrari f1 team. your fealty and worship to your patron god will greatly impact your race results. this is angst central, with deeply heavy lore, so it will take me a while. and it focuses mainly on sewis and charlos (and how they deal with the whole "ferrari chewed me up and spit me out and you're still worshiping him" thing)

first a fan, then a teammate, then things got really mushy anyone else deeply impacted by leaf's dando video edit to "love of my life" by harry styles? no, only me? but i'm serious, this is entirely based on my visceral and life-changing reaction to that video. it changed me as a person...

uptight british bitch versus kind-of-rude dutch dickhead actually the first bit of rpf i ever wrote. it started as an assignment for my fiction 1 class (crazy...) and will probably be pretty short when i actually post it (no more than 10k words probably). it's a two part canon compliant gax fic, one part from george's perspective and one from max's. there's not much to say about this one since there's very little planning for it lol

what if three guys were in love but they were all stupid about it? it's geochalex. i feel like this should be obvious for me, but the three guys who are stupid and in love? geochalex. my notes rn for this fic mainly consist of the words "geochalex miscommunication!!!!!!!" so like yeah, that's the stupid right there

there are a few other wips/ideas that i forgot about when making the poll including a chalex apocalypse au that is inspired by the last of us (and also written for my fiction 1 class)

#gio.ask #erika💖#rpf #hehehe read my writing ideas >:)))))

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zappedbyzabka · 4 months

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i was looking through your posts and read your fic where kreese eats johnny’s ass like it saved his life. him or someone eating johnny’s pussy the same way?🫣👀

I love that you remember the tag skskskksksk. Thank you for the ask, anon! I was happy when I woke up and saw this.

ABSOLUTELY. You know all I talk about is Johnny’s boypussy and the way he tempts people to eat it good without really trying. I mean, one look at those legs and any man would picture spreading them apart like they would the wet cunt between those satin thighs. I also like the idea of Johnny only giving Kreese a taste of the honey so he gets hooked, then ghosting him entirely and never letting him have it again for some definitely not therapist-approved revenge.

And since I’m a lady fiend; Joanie Lawrence getting lapped up by her little Cobra girls that follow their princess all around. I’ll have to go into that one of these days.

ATE ATE ATE. The way he swings his hips when he walks....he’s a damn hypnotizing pendulum.

He loves the feeling of his pussy getting split by a hot, eager tongue. He loves when they slurp it up and moan into it like it’s fucking cake or ramen. In fact, that thing could earn him a wedding cake and diamond ring (though he prefers the plain ones with writing on them. Maybe something about how he’s sweet as fruit? Maybe one of his lover’s choosing, comparing him to Gems and other special things? Gold and flowers?)

Kreese considers himself a manly man, and other than chicken and carbs, they eat pussy.

He did Betsy’s, and all those loose broads way back when—he even ate Silver’s ass—and they were good, but nothing really compares to the dripping flower that is his obsession’s.

He loves finding his doll sleeping with his leg up and bent, rested on a pillow. Sleeping like he expected someone’s mouth to worship him awake.

And he’s right to expect. The Cobras fell for it every time as well, and every sleepover was a guarantee to have them at his cunt like starving coyote’s with a single songbird. John doesn’t mind Johnny’s high expectations when he’s benefitted from them too.

Kreese’s face is always stubbly if he doesn’t have a full beard, and it scrapes against Johnny’s sensitive, glistening lips and thighs. Leaves bubblegum pink and red-hot rashes that he’s long used to. It feels so good between his plush asscheeks too, which Kreese likes to bite as if they were ripe apples.

John needs nothing more than Johnny’s spasming tummy under his large hand when he’s smothering himself in that soaked heat, and the twitch of his hips when he’s swiping his face like a credit card—he’s addicted to the taste as if it’s candy made with cocaine.

Ohhh, Johnny in anything revealing like little robes and babydolls—OM NOM NOM, he’s got someone chomping at the fucking bit for his sweet little cunt.

Now wait till Daniel gets a drink of it, and he’ll be determined to have Johnny standing in his kitchen wearing nothing but a little polka dot robe even if he starts a fire. Maybe the smell of smoke and arson gets Johnny excited and Daniel can lick up his slick while his nice house burns down.

#Nsft #Kreerence #I know some of my mutuals hate it. I’m sorry to put this on your dash😭#Johnny’s harem tag #I wish Kreese’s name wasn’t like his first name to me because it’s hard to switch it up

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a-muffin-full-of-poetry · 2 years

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The Rfa gang at the Mc who takes forever to respond because they’re using google translate to understand them (catch me trying to learn Korean from these chucklef*cks).

Having played this game for five years, I can now proudly say I can just about talk to someone about a cat in Korean. Anyways! Thank you for the request, lovely, I laughed out loud when I got this request. This is also mainly just a supposed ‘chatroom’ post. Because I have no idea how that’d work in terms of phone calls so I’m just not going to think about it :))

Summary: you can’t speak or read korean, RFA notice

Warnings: swearing, i’m a sailor i apologise (i’m not but i totally would be i love ships), italics is meant to be korean but we’ll see?

707 MC! You appeared! I’m a wizard, you see that Yoosung?

Yoosung It wasn’t because of that, right, MC? You can’t be that good 707.

Jumin It was not because of 707 Yoosung. So do not worry.

707 No, no. I promise, it’s totally me.

To be honest, you had a feeling the exchange was meant to be quite funny, but you couldn’t quite tell. You kicked off of your office chair, spinning around to your laptop on the table. As quick as you could, you loaded up your laptop and typed in google translate.

Yoosung They’re not even responding to you, HA!

707 Excuse moi! They’re formulating a response to my skills.

MC Sorry Seven, correlation doesn’t equal causation!

Your hands came together as you prayed that Google translate was even a little accurate. As long as it was, you could play it off as being bad at typing.

ZEN Exactly Seven, they came here for MY good looks. Just couldn’t stay away from them, could you babe :) It’s okay, I understand.

Jaehee If that is true MC, I cannot say I really blame you.

Somehow, it always came back to Zen. Not that you minded too much, but you were quick to type in a response to Google and even quicker with your response.

MC As much as I do log on just to see your abs... I’m afraid I’m just here for a couple more party details. Last minute party guest suggestions, some emails to reply to.

During this time, everyone had stopped typing entirely. It had taken a bit longer than you would’ve liked, but you thought it was quick enough.

Jumin I know no one will mention it, but you Korean is quite broken MC.

Rude, first of all. Second of all, you had a feeling, but it’s really hard to understand what they’re saying when they talk really fast. Third of all, that was out of such a left field that you could barely keep up with the influx of messages. You were half tempted to cry type, but you simply took a breath and accepted your defeat.

ZEN Hey, jerk, it’s rude to point stuff like that out. You never know why it’s like that.

Yoosung Jumin... Why would you say that, that was really mean. ;-; ;-;

707 We haven’t been very accommodating. I suppose I can implement a translator... Oh, but it would be rather fun. New toys!

Jaehee I have no idea what you’re talking about as usual, but I can offer my assistance if you need anything MC. I will be busy but there is always an opening for you.

MC Appreciated Jaehee, ilyyyy And yes, I suppose my Korean is quite broken but I have no idea how to write it. So I’ve been using Google Translate.

707 My best buddyyyy!

MC She deserves a pay rise honestly. Well, I thought I was doing well keeping up, it’s why I take an age to respond ;-; And no, you weren’t rude Jumin, you were stating the obvious.

Jumin I see. Thank you MC.

Yoosung You should’ve told us, I feel really bad now. We were just talking and you couldn’t understand.

MC Oh, no, no, no. It’s fine. I’m trying to learn anyway! Elizabeth III is a beautiful cat. See, learning!

Jumin ...

ZEN MC! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU JUST WROTE? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?

Jumin Assistant Kang, is there anyway to print this out? I would like to have this framed.

ZEN OH NO YOU DO NOT.

707 It’s amazing when you don’t have to start anything. I can watch you all. Popcorn, Yoosung?

Yoosung I’m afraid of what happens if I accept that.

707 Good. You should be. MC, would you like different translation options?

MC Oh, yes please! If it’s not too much trouble.

Jaehee I am not the one you should be asking, Mr Han. After all, I really have no idea how to go about doing that. Although I suppose you could screenshot it and go somewhere to have it professionally printed and then go get it framed.

ZEN JAEHEE DON’T ENCOURAGE THIS.

707 Never! Okay, different options, do you want a Duolingo deal?

MC No. That bird haunts me, do not.

Jumin Hm... Thank you Assistant Kang, contact a professional printer. I would like to organise this as soon as possible.

707 One Duolingo bird coming right up!

ZEN What have you done MC?

Jumin As for your Korean MC, I will pay for your lessons and Assistant Kang can organise times for you to attend. Particularly if you continue with your current line of knowledge. It would be excellent to have an intelligent conversation with someone who can appreciate Elizabeth III.

707 But Jumin... I’m right here.

Jumin I did specify intelligent conversation, did I not?

ZEN I will personally teach you Korean if you never say that again.

Seven was probably enjoying a wonderful sight of you almost falling out of your chair from laughing. The robotic-ish voice of Google translate relaying a far more stilted rendition of the conversation you had missed out on to talk to your resident hacker. That plus the current argument was very entertaining.

But when an email flashed up, you remembered why you had originally logged on. The flurry of replies that people had decided to send you had your phone pinging all day. It was going to take a while to sort through them all. Both because translating and then your reply took a while, never mind thinking of something to type back.

And, unfortunately for you, you had to eat at a normal time today. So, you sighed.

MC As much as I appreciate all this, I need to go now. Emails... Work... T_T

707 Noooo!!! 606! Don’t leave me here all alone!

MC I’m sorry! I’ll do better next time!

ZEN Stop being so mean to MC. Honestly Seven. Don’t you know how to speak to a lady?

Yoosung Work...

Jumin It was nice speaking with you MC. My offer still stands, if you would like to get back to me, please call me or Assistant Kang.

Jaehee Or you could simply do it yourself...

707 lololol poor jaeheeee

Jaehee ... ... ...

Jaehee has left the chatroom

707 There goes Jaehee!

ZEN How do you get girlfriends?

707 I don’t ^^

Yoosung Neither do I! Neither... do... Yeah.

MC You will one day!

Yoosung MC!!! Thank you :D

707 Now the only one who needs a girlfriend is Jumin. Then he’d let me touch Elly~~

Jumin I must speak to Assistant Kang about that printers, please excuse me.

Jumin has left the chatroom

ZEN He ran away!

MC And I am too. Emails! Work!

707 Emails! Work!

MC Ha. Ha.

MC has left the chatroom

A couple hours later, you opened the messenger again only to be greeted with a whole new option to help you translate. Paired with a suspiciously familiar looking bird. Although, it was coloured red with Seven’s signature glasses. And it meowed...

In your opinion, it seemed completely plausible that a bird would meow. You just didn’t realise that it would become a little menace you absolutely hated because it never, ever, ever left you alone.

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jessjustplay · 7 months

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I finished playing Final Fantasy X (again)

October 22, 2023

Game: Final Fantasy X HD Remaster First Time/Replaying: Replaying Game Time: 40 hours Console: Nintendo Switch Started: December 5, 2022 Finished: October 21, 2023

I finished this game last year in February, but some time in December I got an itch to play it again. At the time of my initial replay, I didn't have a TV so I played the entire thing on my tiny Switch screen. Now that I had somewhere to dock the Switch to, I wanted to re-experience the story again on a big TV!

So yes, I started Final Fantasy X back in December 2022 and it's taken me almost a year to finish it. In my defense, I have been playing a lot of other games! FFX was sort of just a back-burner, in-between-playthroughs type of game.

However, a few days ago I picked it up and could not put it down. Once you get past a particular area (that blasts an annoying announcement on-repeat the ENTIRE time), the game is very fun and picks up speed as the story unravels. I also decided I wasn't going to "do everything" which threw out a lot of that anxiety.

I have a PS4 now, so I thought, "If I'm going to 'do everything' I might as well go for a Platinum trophy!" I'm glad the Switch doesn't have a trophy system because it lets you enjoy the games without worrying about marking tasks off a list, but with how annoying FFX's side-quests are, if you're going to put yourself through that pain, you might as well get some sort of accolade!

I have no idea when I will start my Platinum attempt, but I really would like to try one day. I've played this game SO many times sinc eI was a kid - why not? People on Instagram telling me I should go for an easier Platinum trophy not only annoys me, but also makes me want to do it even more.

SPOILERS START HERE

Anyways, the endgame of this playthrough was really exciting! I told myself I wouldn't be getting an extra aeons or any of the ultimate weapons, so it was nice just walking around, leveling up, and going into boss fight after boss fight.

Normally, I would have Yuna's ultimate weapon and her Break Damage Limit would save the day! But this time I didn't have that and I relied HEAVILY on Bahamut to save our skins.

Seymour #2 took me two attempts, the Zanarkand Guardian was one attempt, the Zanarkand Trials Glyph Monster Dude took me 3 or 4 tries, Yunalesca was one attempt (!), Seymour #3 was one attempt (!!), and Braska's Final Aeon was ALSO one attempt (!!!).

I was surprised I was able to do do the final leg of the endgame in one attempt without dying. Not to mention, whie fighting Braska's Final Aeon, he petrified Wakka and that man disappeared! I was tempted to restart the game but then I thought, "It's not like I'm getting any EXP from this fight!" So I BEAT THE GAME WITH TWO CHARACTERS ONLY. At one point, Lulu and Yuna had less than 200 HP and I was freaking out!

What saving me was summoning Bahamut once, getting LUCKY AF that he didn't die, dismissing him, then using Yuna's overdrive to summon him again. I also used Auron to zombie Jecht and that helped for awhile, and I used Tidus's talk command once and that 100% saved Lulu and Yuna from dying. *THANK GOD*

Here are my final stats:

While I was more critical of the game this time around (more on that in another post), I still enjoyed this game and it will always be special to me! It's interesting though, I used to cry a lot watching the ending of this game, but this time I didn't. It's official - I'm old lol

When you're young, losing the person you "love" seems like the end of the world, but as you get older you learn people come and go. Yuna, you are 17. You will find someone new!!!

I did, however, cry during that one scene watching Yuna's sphere of messages (after beating the Zanarkand guardian boss). IT IS SO SAD!!! 😭 I felt my throat closing up watching that (specifically the Kimahri part). KIMAHRI, YOU'RE THE BEST! I need to write a Kimahri appreciation post.

#final fantasy x #final fantasy #finished

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thorniest-rose · 1 year

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babe. when i first came to you with the idea for jailbait steve i knew you would get it. at most i was hoping for maybe a bit of a smutty blurb that toed the line with age appropriateness and all that.

but you took that idea and fucking ran with it and it was so so so good! i honestly do not have that words but i’m gonna try!

i love all the weird, crazy hints to you dropped about eddie. him low-key stalking steve, him jerking off to the thought of him, just everything about him being that freak that he is made my heart so full!!

steve, the little minx, was absolutely perfect. loved that he was always finding a way to insert himself into eddie’s day and playing up the innocent act!

oh god i want more i want so much more. you’re sexy and incredible and beautiful and wonderful and maybe my favourite author in this fandom!! thank you so much for writing it! i may have to go read it again right now!

p.s. the bits with hellfire were spot on as well! i loved the subtle hints you made towards gareth being intrigued by steve! (would love to see how that plays out in this universe too because i know eddie would train steve good and share him with his best friend, he’s charitable like that!)

— jailbait!steve anon 🍭

hi there!!! oh my gosh original jailbait!steve anon, all I can say is thank you so much for giving me the idea that sparked the entire fic, I'm not sure I ever would have thought of it without you, so thank you.

It was really important to me when I was writing it not just to let it be a smutty, kinky fic, because I thought the potential for it to be so much more about yearning and forbidden desire was there. Near the start of the fic when they meet in the clearing, I also write that there's a sense of recognition between Steve and Eddie, and that was my little implication that it's canon Steve and Eddie meeting in another universe after both dying during the events of Stranger Things. And that's also why they're so inexplicably drawn to each other. I'm not sure if that really comes across because I wanted to keep it very subtle but in my head that layer was always there.

And yes, I'm so committed to a depiction of Eddie that's a little more wild than you usually see in fic. I like to hc him as having a somewhat feral childhood because his parents were never around and he grew up in poverty. I also see him a survivor of child abuse and neglect, and that's given him a thick skin. My Eddie is probably a little harder than the one in canon, but I hope he still feels like Eddie! He's the same, he just has a few more edges on him. The same with Steve. I didn't want him to be a one-dimensional sexpot, but a character who's complex and who feels like the Steve Harrington we all know and love from the show, who has the capacity to be cruel, entitled and prickly but who ultimately is vulnerable and kind, who more than anything wants to be loved.

Your words about me as a writer are incredibly lovely, and I'm honoured to be one of your favourite authors in the fandom, especially considering I haven't written much! But it's always my intention to bring a different point of view and to step away from accepted fanon where I can to explore the characters in slightly different ways, and to use them to explore themes and dynamics that interest me, which is very much what I did in this fic. I would love to write more when I can, so fingers crossed this won't be the last we see of this Steve and Eddie!

omg and DON'T tempt me re Gareth dhdhdhs I already have a little fic in progress where Gareth has had a crush on Steve for years so Eddie lets him fuck Steve. It's messy and yucky but sweet and tender and I can't wait to post it so you can read it!!!

Thank you so much again for the inspiration, I'm so, so happy the fic was all you hoped it would be and more 💖💖💖

#asks #sweet boys taste like sour candy #my fics #sorry this was sitting in my inbox for a few days #i wanted the time and headspace to write you a thoughtful reply and not just capslock and flail

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Someone to Stay

Barbara Gordon x gender neutral reader

Summary: After a long day, Reader sleepily crawls into bed with Barbara, who is absorbed in a book. Reader lays their head on Barbara’s shoulder, and occasionally reads a page of Barbara’s book while lapsing into a deep sleep. Once Barbara finds out Reader is asleep, they gently lay Reader down, cover them, and turn out the light. (Summary Credit to a prompt generator). Word count: 4505 Warnings: none. That I know of. 3/5/2022 - 3/9/2022 I’m very slow on writing😅 A/N: This is my first fic to post on tumblr and I hope you guys like it! I’ve had Barbara on the brain for ages and wanted to write about her💞(also I was not expecting it to be this long I just had a lot of fun writing this and it just kept getting longer…and longer. At this point it’s nothing like it’s summary but I’m to lazy to change it) I’m actually a bit nervous posting this because it’s taken me so long I don’t think I’ll think it’s ever good enough to post. But there’s only one way to find out ☺️

Sorry for any grammatical or writing errors or anything I’ve missed!

I don’t know why but this song also just reminds me of her so yeah! it has nothing really to do with the story itself but I like it. 🥰

Everything Hurts. Every muscle bruise and tender complaining with each movement you make to surrender to the exhaustion in some empty alleyway. Though the idea is tempting you would rather not get the lecture from sleeping in strange places… again.

Ignoring the cries and pleas from your body you pull yourself up from the fire escape ladder onto the hard metal balcony the coldness of it made you shiver even in your suit. You roll onto your back with a light groan, your back rejoices at the small comfort. You stare up at the unlit atmosphere letting what occurred tonight sink in. Your heart was still banging in your chest like your soul was crawling with every tooth and nail to get out it was all too much closing your eyes you repeat to yourself what you tell yourself after every night.

You're alive. You made it another day.

As a kid you used to look to the stars for guidance it was said that the one that shine the brightest was your guardian Angel, sometimes the child in you still likes to check the sky even though you know there was no guardian Angel up there, when opening your eyes again you found nothing but the blanket of smog that covers the night sky. “That's Gotham for ya” you mumble to yourself before carefully getting up. Looking around your surroundings you notice you've been here before. You realise this was your girlfriend’s apartment. You aren’t entirely sure how you got to this district of Gotham your body must have known this is where you needed to be. Before you open the window you decide to give her a little text as a heads up.

DumpsterRacoon: Guess who beautiful

A short moment passes before you get a reply.

LittleMissKnowItAll: hmm I don’t know, Can you give me a hint? :)

DumpsterRacoon: Luke.

LittleMissKnowItAll: Luke Who? Fox?

DumpsterRacoon: Maybe… Why don’t you LUKE through you’re window and find out ;)

You look up from your phone at the sound of the window opening revealing the woman you’ve fallen head over heels for, trying and failing to repress her smile.“You’re a Dork you know that right?” “Of course would you love me any other way?” You smile ducking your head through the window your face just above hers the thought to kiss her felt overpowering. She pretends to think for a moment placing a hand on her chin. “Hm maybe if you were a few feet taller…” You let out a surprised laugh at her teasing putting a hand to your chest to make as if you were overly hurt. “Agh! You wound me to the quick Oracle! Why Thy-“ before you can let your dramatics run wild Barbara pulls you down into a sweet kiss wrapping her arms around your neck in a tight lock, it had only been 12 hours at most but the longing for each other was at full force, you felt you could drown in the kiss and never resurface. Completely contempt in her embrace, her lips were a softness you’ve never felt a heaven on earth, you were greedy for her touch and you knew Barbara felt the same, she takes you by surprise with a quick nip of your bottom lip, you couldn’t stop the whimper that escape your lips it had sent you over the edge and your hands come up to cup her face kissing her with such a heated passion you felt you had burst into flames. The kisses were hungry never seeming to get enough of each other your breathing had mingles into one with your gloves hands gently gripping her hair to keep you grounded, you felt she had tied it in a loose bun. Smiling in between kisses you pull her hair undone with a mischievous glint in your eyes. You heard her groan in protest but made no move to pull away, in fact pulling you closer by hooking her fingers into your utility belt. You rest your hands on each side of her chair to not embarrassingly fall into her lap as she pulls you inside her apartment.

Reluctantly Barbara pulls away for air, you had to stop yourself From chasing her lips. You look back at her in a breathless state, her eyes blown out with desire causing your breath to hitch.

Holy drop-dead gorgeous Batman! how did I get so lucky?

You lean forward unable to stop yourself now, touching foreheads. “Hi” Barbara whispers with a sweet fondness preserved only for you. “Hello” you reply equally breathless, Barbara brings her hands up to your face you wince at the touch instinctively moving back slightly. Barbara's smile drops instantly at the reaction concern written all over her face she reaches for your cowl before you could stop her and reassure her she’s pulled off your mask revealing you’re brutally bruised face as well as a small yet deep cut on your cheek most liking to scar.

“Oh my god, you’re face!” She gasps horrified you chuckle under your breath at the reaction.“Hey, I’m no prize Horse or anything but I still have my charm”

She only gave you an unimpressed look for your attempt at humour, turning to a pained expression as she brings her hands up to cup your face again, this time a lot more gentle as if holding a wounded bird in her hands. You let out an exhausted sigh melting into her soft touch you sit there for a moment with your eyes closed just enjoying the comfort that is Barbara Gordon.

You always felt safe with her, she felt like home. Frankly, you have never related more to the phrase there’s no place like home until you met Babs.

Opening your eyes you catch Barbara examining your face for any more injuries her brows knitted together more unease each time she noticed something new. You offer her a soft smile before turning your face to give her palm a gentle kiss.

“I’m fine Babs just some battle scratches, nothing overly serious” you reassure bringing your hand up to soothe the crinkles between her brows, Barbara still didn’t look convinced.

“At least let me give you a once over?” She asks and how could you ever refuse her?

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were using this as an excuse to undress me” you flirt mindlessly running your fingers through her hair. Barbara scoffs at the accusation a small smile returning to her face. “Good thing you know better, come on”

Rolling backwards Barbara gives you the space to step into her apartment, you groan standing up fully, stretching your back and outstretching your arms into the air like a cat that had just woken up from its afternoon nap. Speaking of cats you notice one sleeping soundly on Barbara’s books-filled bed.

“Evening Miss.Bojangles” you greet the small grey and white kitten. Bo for short purrs at your touch surprisingly sweet, usually she wasn’t your biggest fan she was normally jealous of you by the fact you take the attention away of her beloved owner. You were lucky she was too tired to care for your presence and return to her nap.

“Alright, Strip” Barbara calls out having left the room and quickly returns with a med kit in her lap. your smile widens at the order, you give her your best flirtatious wink.

“Well, if you insist” your act is quickly broken in your attempt to pull your gear off your shoulders with pain overbearing, you cry out at the unexpected pain gritting your teeth harshly. Barbara is immediately at your side grabbing your hand both as comfort and guidance, she helps you sit in the kitchen, you groan once more falling back into the seat, the wooden chairs doing nothing to ease your back. “I’m too old for this” you grumble through the pain, rubbing the back of your neck to ease some sort of pain, though that statement wasn’t necessarily true you felt the life of a vigilante was starting to weigh on you more mentally than it use to.

“Oh hush you” Barbara scolds helping you pull off one of you’re sleeves no matter how gentle Barbara was it didn’t stop the pain, it was just like ripping off a Band-Aid there was no easier way to do it. You have been jumping off rooftops and grappling to others what felt like you’re entire life. Though being the one to chase the bad guys instead of being chase still felt strange to you, glances at Barbara you watch her prepare what she needs. An adoring smile crosses your face, It’s funny to think you consider her you’re greatest rival once, you remember thinking that you hated her, always meddling with your plans, how she was somehow always one step ahead of you. She was all you ever thought about awake, asleep you thought of that good-for-nothing Batgirl you thought about that smug beautiful smile or the twinkle in her eyes whenever she talked about tech. The softness of her voice and the way her touch burns though you. How it took you so long to realise that was a crush you’ll never know.

“I’m serious, superheroes are getting younger and younger just last week I’m pretty sure I saw a three year old punch up some robbers” you over exaggerated with a straight face.

“No you didn’t” Barbara cracks into radiant smile making your heart soar you always loved the smile she gave you when you told her stories, you weren’t use to people listening to you about anything or sometimes you felt like a bother but Barbara always made you feel like she genuinely loved to hear what you have to say no matter how ridiculous. You try and give her a playful shrug but even that hurt too much to do. “Hey it’s Gotham anything can happen”

With the help of Barbara you were able to undress to nothing but your underwear. Even though Barbara has seen you like this countless of times both for check ups and more fun activities you still couldn’t help but feel a little shy especially with your body so bang up that it look unrecognisable. But Barbara looked at you like she always did. Like you were the picture of perfection.

You try to ignore the warm feeling bubbling inside as her hands affectionately caresses your skin analysing every inch of you.

“Well there doesn’t seems to be any permanent physical damage…” she mumbles more to herself then to you, she starts to clean your open cuts after passing you an ice pack for your more painful bruise.

“So only emotional then?” You tease placing the ice pack to your slightly swollen eye. Barbara fights back a smile, playing along. “Looks like it” a comfortable silence follows, Barbara concentrates on the work ahead of her, you try your best to help as much as you could but Barbara was persistent that you should stay still and relax.

Easier said then done.

Watching her work you’re reminded of all the times you’ve bandage each other throughout the years you know every inch of her body just as she knows yours, every scar, birthmark an every constellation you’ve create within her freckles. You stop looking for Angels in the stars when you realise that your Guardian Angel was right here on earth.

Finally with a relieved sigh Barbara rolls back slightly getting a good look of her handy work and by the way her eyes look you up and down she was possibly checking you out a bit. Not that you mind in the slightest you felt a boost of confidence at the thought. “So what happened out there?” She asks regaining your focus.

You Hesitate to answer, Barbara would find out sooner or later most likely the sooner. But you hated to cause her worry especially with the dark rings around her beautiful eyes worse than your own. She needed the rest and you knew if you told her she would fret about it all night like the true mother hen she was. “Oh you know the usual, Solomon Grundy was born on Monday got his ass kick on Tuesday” you tried to play it off causally but the sudden uncomfortable shift in your body language wouldn’t go unnoticed by her detective skills.

"A usual Night huh?" There was a clear undertone of disbelief in her voice. You watch her wheel away from you and make her way towards the kitchen. You were certain she was going to come back with Wonder Woman lasso in tow.

"Yep just predictable Gotham city troubles" you can feel the uncomfortable smile blooming on your face. You really did hate to lie to her especially when she gave you the stare like she was your angry boss more then you're girlfriend. Any other night you would found it incredibly sexy with the realisation you may have some sort of authority kink.

"Sure. is that why Bruce called me earlier about what he said was a "unexpected and dangerous new threat?" She calls over from the kitchen sink, making a glass of a water. You wince slightly at her words.

Damnit Bruce.

“You know Bruce, he thinks a squirrel with a butter knife can be a potential threat. The man overreacts" You insist. Barbara makes her way back to you.

"And you always under react." She points out with a stern look you open your mouth to protest further but stop short when she places the glass in your hand with pain killers in your other. You look up at her doleful look of concern and guilt wraps around your heart.

“Here this will help” she says her hand lingers with yours on the glass.

"Thank you" you mumble with a nod she drops her hand, you take the two pills one at a time forcing your body to swallow them whole, The water was a refreshing coolness to your lips and made the awkward activity much easier. You could feel Barbara's eyes on you her body stiff and mind stress, you practically saw her questions and worries swim in her already overloaded brain. She was overwhelming herself with the urge to solve everything for everyone one. She hated to be out of control you knew she felt powerless even when she was far from it. "What happened out there?" She finally asks softly when you finish the last drop of your water, You didn't realise how thirsty you were.

"He didn't tell you?" You inquire, Barbara smiles at that.

"His not a man of many words"

You let out a small snort, placing the glass down beside you.

“That he is not”

Exhausted you slump into your seat, you looked like a deflating balloon with the long exhale escaping your body. You really didn't want to worry Barbara with this but there was no use fighting the inevitable. You explain to her after hauling Solomon Grundy in, you get an alert from Bruce to meet him on the rooftop of GCPD. Once getting there you expect to see Bruce already waiting but instead there was only Jim Gordon equally surprised. To say it was the most uncomfortable five minutes of your life was an understatement.

"Is Dad starting to warm up to you yet?" Barbara asks with a hint of a mischievous smile. You look to her with fake surprise dramatically gasping. “You’re father doesn’t like me? He didn’t tell me this!”

You look to Bo who was now glaring at you for being to loud.

“Bo did you know this?!” You exclaim. Unblinking Bo just stares at you seeming to plot your end. It was known to anyone who knew that you were dating Barbara, Jim did not like you. You're pretty sure him and Bo have started a club on disliking you. (They meet every second Thursdays for afternoon plotting and possibly naps)

"What are you talking about? your dad loves me!" The Sarcasm is your tone didn't go unnoticed, Barbara simply shakes her head with a small chuckle.

"I don't think he loves the idea of a once infamous villain turn Bat vigilante dating his daughter" she says, it was your turn to let out a small chuckle. "I don't think he likes the idea of you dating period" you remark before proceeding with the story.

"So I'm waiting for Bruce charming the pants off your dad-“

You had to stop yourself from laughing at the face Barbara makes with her nose scrunch up in disgust. "Gross"

"When your father and I we're ambushed by some henchmen dressed as old cartoony demons" you went on. Her look of disgust turn to worry. "Ambushed?! Is he..”

"His fine" you reassure her, placing a hand over hers. "I took him to the hospital afterwards where he only had a sprain ankle." You explain. "Other then that we made it out okay, if you think I look bad you should see the other guys, your dad did most of the work, I

would definitely not be on the other end of that punch" you joke lightheartedly Barbara relaxes a little giving you a small nudge.

"Play your cards right with me and you won't have to" she teases, you let out a surprise laugh, lifting your hands up in surrender.

“Oh, I definitely intend to play my cards right” you didn’t mean for the words to come out as flirty as they did but Barbara didn’t seem to mind leaning over she gives you a small kiss on the check though you move just in time for her lips to touch yours she lets out a small breath of surprise, you pull her in deeper to the kiss, your hands wrapping around her waist your body still hot from earlier and with her hands on your bare skin it was enough to make you feral. Barbara puts her hands on your shoulder gently pushing you back she looks at you with suspicion. “Don’t distract me!” she scolds "Did Bruce ever turn up?" You smile laughing a little while leaning back in your seat feeling the tiniest bit smug. She was right though for now that had to wait.

"It turned out Bruce never called me, someone, somehow mimic his voice and somehow got my private number. Gordon said the same thing." Barbara didn't like that piece of information one bit. With a scowl she makes her way over to her computer.

"That's particularly impossible to do. I made sure of it" she fumes to herself opening up some tab that to you looked like a alien language. You try to get up and follow her but your legs wobble under you're weight. The adrenaline of the night had finally wear off and everything was starting to take its toll. You curse yourself slightly you've had a habit of pushing yourself more than anyone should, you suppose it came with the territory of being a Bat. You try again and this time you manage to hold your ground without falling over face first.

"Why do it at all? What were they after?" You hear Barbara's mumbles tapping away only breaking for a moment to put on her glasses she left on the side of her desk your heart sinks at the sight that meant she was planning for a long night ahead.

"No clue." You voice making your way beside her "The only thing we possibly know is that they wanted me and Gordon in the same Place" Barbara doesn't look at you though she does pause at your words.

You place a hand on her shoulder hoping to give her any sort of comfort she tenses slightly but after a moment she relaxes taking your hand giving you a squeeze of gratitude.

"I don't like this, something feels very wrong" she sighs running a hand through her hair you give her a sympathetic nod.

"Yeah me neither" you admit softly. They're were so many possibilities on who'd want you or Gordon out of the picture, but they weren't as many on who would want to go after both of you together. And you could only hope it was because of your connections to Batman and not the one to Barbara. You could already feel yourself getting protective at the idea of anyone wanted to hurt Babs. You try your best to push those thoughts away and focus on Barbara who was about to press a key on her keyboard you stop her gently grabbing her wrist. She looks at you taken back, almost angry not many were brave enough to get between Barbara and her work. Luckily you were stupid enough to be brave.

"Hey, there's no point getting into it tonight, it's late and I think we could both use some refreshing sleep" You soothe moving your hand down her wrist to take hold of her hand and begin subtly dragging her away. At first she looks hesitant glancing at the computer then you. "But-"

"Tomorrow Babs" you interrupt with a warm smile taking her hands to give her knuckles a gentle kiss. Having taken her back into her bedroom, quickly (and trying your best not to disturb Bo) you move all of Barbara's books off her bed and return to her offering your hand with a unspoken question, she gives you a small smile and a nod of consent. Barbara always prefer to do things herself more out of stubbornness than anything it took time for Barbara to realise that you didn't want to her help her out of pity but solely out of a deep affection for her that if you could would be touching her at all times simply if just holding hands. Even with your battle wounds and slightly wobbly feet your able to pick Barbara up with no trouble her safety always came first. Her arms are wrapped around your neck and head resting on your shoulder she must of been more tired than she thought.

"Let us worry about the world tomorrow" you whisper in her hair before laying her in bed. She looks up at you with more love than anyone has ever shown you she holds onto your hand for a moment neither wishing to let go.

"I suppose the world can wait" she mumbles taking off her glasses to set at her bedside. "Do you want to take a shower? it would probably help clean out some of those smaller cuts" a cute yawn interrupts her mid suggestion. You raise an eyebrow at her.

"Is this your nice was of saying I reek of Gotham?" You ask with a teasing smirk, She rolls her eyes at you as she tucks herself into bed Bo awoken by the stir comes to her side and rest her head on her side. "you could smell like a sweaty sock and I'd still love you"

"That wasn't a no Babs" you point out grabbing what you need for a shower "but that does sound nice."

Heading into the bathroom you pause at the doorway giving Barbara a stern look though it came off more playful than anything. "While I'm in there, no hacking into the White House or any secure networks trying to figure this out okay? work can wait until morning" you told her. Barbara places one hand to her heart and another she lift into the air. "Scouts honours I won't"

*One Bohemian Rhapsody Concert Later*

"Does Scout honours mean nothing to you Babs?" You gasp drying your hair off with your towel to find Barbara on her tablet and a book open beside her about Gotham History. She looks to you like she got

caught with her hand in the cookie jar though looks the least bit sorry about it. "I'm sorry! But I couldn't resist" you could only sigh, There was no stopping Barbara if she had her mind set on something.

Getting into your sleepwear you get into bed beside her, your head on her shoulder. "What have you got then?"

"Honestly not Much. When Bruce called he said to look into someone named The Gotham Devil? And all I have seem to be self written articles in 1875 on how amazing they are and can grant any wishes you want as long as you sell your soul" she explains with a huff.

"Great another villain with an insufferable ego like we need more of those" you sarcastically add. She spares you a small Smile before flipping through a page of the book. Suddenly an idea strikes you.

"Is it possible the bruce that called you wasn't bruce at all?” You wonder. Barbara thinks on it for a moment.

"Possibly. It's hard to know when this copycat isn't leaving any sort of trace I can follow." She grumbles her frustration clear.

"Will have to set up a meet up and see the family face to face about this we obviously can't trust our coms"you note.

Barbara nods with a sigh she rubs her eyes in exhaustion."You're right"

"Oh god I must be tired because I'm pretty sure I thought you just said I was right" You tease. A small smile slips from her annoyed façade giving a chaste kiss on you're forehead.

"Goodnight y/n"

"Goodnight Babs"

Though neither of you go to sleep in that moment you watch lazily as Barbara continue to try and find anything on this "Gotham Devil" you could only hope that this is all ends quickly and smoothly, with your

head still resting on her shoulder soon your eye lids became too heavy to keep open and you fall into a deep dreamless sleep.

When Barbara notice your breathing had change she look down at her shoulder to find you fast asleep with your mouth slightly agape she smile softly at the sight, how could anyone be so cute?

Gentle to not disturb you, Barbara places your head on your pillow so Barbara can scoot down in a more comfortable position to sleep. She watches you in the soft lamp light and a bittersweet feeling tugs at her heart strings. She didn't want to tell you that this Gotham Devil is after her she knew this for a fact. Though as ridiculous as he sounded he wasn't someone to take lightly and if you ever knew how dangerous he could be you'd be out that window risking your life to no harm comes her way. It's one of the many reason why Barbara loved you so, you would do anything for anyone without a second thought but it also made you reckless and the idea of you getting hurt or worse? She couldn't even bare to think of it. Seeing you today like the way you were Barbara had to fight back tears, she couldn't lose you.

You were her everything and she was going to make sure nothing bad happen to you.

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Hope you like the story if you want a part 2 please interact! 🧡 and thank you so much reading this regardless means the world to me that someone would take the time out of their day to read something I wrote it’s surreal 😊

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