#BUT DAMN LET ME LIVE I HAVE OTHER THINGS TO DO THAN YAP ABOUT HOW INSPIRATIONAL AND MOTIVATIONAL YOU ARE.

[vcutparis]

I LOVE HONGJOONG SO MUCH OH MY GOSOIHDGYDHB MY FAWKIDBF BAOBEI MY BAOBEIIIIIIIII MY CUTIEFUL PIE NOM NOM NOM HES SO (jumps off the building)

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[usagifuyusummer]

Family Dinner Night!

Congrats Peri(winkle) for finally getting the Godparenting license!!! 🥳🥳🥳 - from your loving parents and godbrother 💖💖💖

More concept art and as usual my insane ramblings below.

I NEED TO GET THE CREATIVE URGES OUT OF MY HEAD!!! It has been bothering with my motivation to finish my gazillions of homeworks lmao. I have so many ideas I need to let out!!! It's suffocating. I hope this will satisfy my creative urges for a while... Or not I will yap about my FOP AU on a separate post (when I'm able).

I can't stop being sad thinking about this family lol. Timmy 😭😭😭

I am not kidding when I say that my head is just filled with so many things that I want to contribute in the FOP fanworks lol. There's a lot I want to do, but so little time...

For now, I've decided to practice my take on the FOP artstyle. I wanted to do something simple as drawing and coloring practice. That's why the coloring this time is flat with no shadings. I think the show doesn't focus on shaded colors too much (except on scenes where there's a heavy implication of day/night, for shock value, etc.).

Just wanted to draw something cute because I haven't been feeling so swell lately. Nothing too poetic or detailed this time.

Other than that, two of the outfits this time is actually inspired by @suki-na-kumo for Peri and an image I found floating around in Twitter/X (sorry I don't remember who shared it) for Timmy's design. Suki-na-kumo's FOP family redesigns are so cool and adorable! I like that they always include flowy attributes in Peri's outfits lol. It makes him look like a pampered brat (which he kinda is seeing how his family coddles him), an otherworldly prince and also a Twink TM (that is unavoidable lol). I kinda want to draw their other FOP redesigns, but I'll just go with Peri's first.

I am not sure where that 18 year old Timmy design is from, but it kinda can be his design for those who theorise him on becoming a lawyer as an adult. There's a lot of instances where Timmy is wearing a suit in the show, but this design is one of my favs due to the hairstyle change. My adult Timmy designs in the future will be influenced from this piece of official art. I wonder if there are more Timmy designs in the wild wild west out there that I haven't seen... It is certainly an interesting find (Teen AJ is also there, and his design also looks cool to me).

Cosmo and Wanda's oufits are something that I cooked up. I don't think the coloring looks good... I just did this on a whim, and for about 13 hours. Damn, I am procrastinating on my work lmao.

Still, the context this time is, that they've had a family dinner to celebrate on Peri's achievement on finally obtaining his godparenting license!!! Good for him!!!

This is an AU if Timmy somehow was able to find a loophole in the "losing your memories of your fairy godparents after you become an adult" rule. Because of that, he continued his life as normal (as Timmy's chaotic life can be), but this time he is able to keep in contact with his fairy family even if they're not contractually obligated to stick together. Timmy does live with the Fairywinkle Cosma's around his college to early work years, but he eventually was able to move out and live on his own at where he works as a lawyer after a while in his adulthood. (His birth parents eventually went on a lifetime vacation without him or just went away for too long that Timmy just lives on his own a lot after he is 18 and above...)

Despite living on his own nowadays (In a New Wish context), Timmy does keep in contact with his fairy family and visits them when he's not busy with his job. Cosmo and Wanda still took a long vacation in this AU, first due to, yeah, Timmy is no easy feat as a godchild lol, and second, they actually want to take their time to raise BOTH of their children (even if Timmy is no longer a child/godchild) and guide them until they're stable adults. Timmy during college years actually only stays with the Fairywinkle Cosma's on holidays, so when Timmy's busy with college, that is when Cosmo and Wanda take their time relaxing lmao.

Sometimes when they really want to have some time alone or when Peri wants to see his bro, they will send Peri to Timmy's college for a day or more. Timmy babysits Peri so much during his college years lol. They both had fun though! With a lot of Peri newfound nuclear fairy power shenanigans at Timmy's college lmao. Studying law and taking the bar exam has never been more chaotic with babysitting a nuclear powered fairy child.

There's a lot more on this AU that I've been thinking, but I'll stop here for now. I need to gather my AU ideas in one post sometime later.

Also, Peri and Timmy are both adults here, Peri's around his 20's here and Timmy is on his early 30's I think. Cosmo, Wanda, and Peri are in their human disguises here, because they want to learn more about human culture (A New Wish context) while also having the desire to be more in Timmy's life.

I headcannon Timmy to be kinda short in his adulthood. This is also a nod to that episode when his fairy family used imperfect human disguises, even Poof/Peri was taller than Timmy in his human baby disguise lol. And also hey, wearing braces during his teen years paid off! (his big teeth are visible only when he opens his mouth lol)

As usual, here's some concept art and a png lineart pic if you want to use it to color it better than I did lmao. (that was a long yapping session... thanks for reading)

[yuurivoice]

We've hit the stage of Echoes of Evalas' creation that I'm spending a lot of my quiet time with scenes and characters, including time that is usually occupied by...well, nothing creative. At least, it hasn't been creative time in a long while.

Some of the dearest and most important moments of my young creative daydreaming was before bed. If I might overshare, it was specifically as I lay in bed and tried to drown out unpleasantness I'd hear from other rooms of the house. I'll spare you the details.

I didn't even have music at the time, though in later years as I became a depressed teen, I'd throw some music on my computer to fantasize and fall asleep to.

Oftentimes, these stories and characters I'd contemplate were favorites from various things I enjoyed. In time they'd adapt and evolve into something of my own, in worlds and stories of my own making.

Sometimes it wasn't so grand. There were no sweeping narratives or adventures. Just some self insert character being comforted by a friend or a lover.

Recent nights, I've thrown on my EoE playlist and let my mind wander. I haven't really done that in a long time. Haven't had the need to these days. I'm not running from much. Life is quiet. But as I start to turn over more stones and find what's beneath some of the characters and themes I'm exploring, I've found myself here again.

I don't know if anyone will love what I am making, and I never have. Every person who has let my characters and stories into their hearts means a whole lot to me, though. I've not forgotten when all of this was nothing more than a comfort to myself to soothe away all my fear and loneliness.

As it all starts to come together I'm seeing a stark difference between where I am at as a writer and creative in general in comparison to BitterSweet Chapter 1, as I've revisited it recently.

The pieces were there but it's so clear to me that I didn't have the conviction that I do now. I didn't have the comfort or security of knowing that I can take chances and be bold. I thought I had to color within the lines, and lacked the confidence to really let it rip.

So as much as I've been looking forward, I've also looked back. Further back than I typically like to.

When Charlie said he never thought he'd be this old, that was real shit man. I was a morbid kid. I have a crystal clear memory of being on a school bus in Washington state. Blink 182 just dropped an album. I hate Blink 182, but I listened with a friend whose face I can barely remember. As the high schoolers got on the bus I remember thinking...damn, I'll never be that old.

Not sure what could possess a child to feel that way. Or how that feeling could linger for years. It took a long time to find enough faith in myself to live. Now that I've got it, I think I'm encouraged to give breath to those lost dreams and wandering fantasies. Echoes of Evalas is an exploration of that.

I can't even grasp what that really means yet.

Things like faith, anger, insecurity, and longing for change. I've rattled a lot of locked doors while digging up this story and putting it together.

I am uneasy. That's probably how I've ended up writing this essay in bed, and boy is it a rambling one.

There was a point somewhere. I am excited for what's to come, but uneasy. Not out of fear that anyone will like it or content brained thinking like that. More like...a reverence for this magical thing I've found. Storytelling is magical for me. And that's not me waxing poetic, I think there's something terrifying and beautiful about it. It is the thing I was made to do, and the actual experience of crafting a story like this isn't just fun. I'm removing chains from my soul.

If that ain't magic, I don't know what is.

Anywho, I need to sleep. If you read all that, thank you for putting up with my yapping. 💖

[way-of-love]

Oooh can you write a Namor x Reader!waterbender/powers where he meets her and is immediately attracted to her. While she is like I wanna fight this guy because he's such an arrogant douche. And namor is like damn she's hot when she's angry and the fight is basically foreplay for them and they end up being insanely attracted and horny at the end of it.

OOOOOOO Yes I can! This'll be a oneshot, just becuase I have too much on my plate to write. Happy New Years!

Also, forgive me if it seems kinda off been having writers block for the past few weeks!

It was told though mouth-of-mouth that the 'power to manipulate the water was given to everyone, if it were given to everyone it wouldn't be so special anymore.' Your mother once told you that when you first showed signs of the hydrokinetic ability at the ripe age of 4, with no help from the father you inherited it from you had to teach yourself how to control those abilities, how to grow them and how to not use them for you r own gain.

This power could have made you a god or even the next Avengers if you embraced it how your cousin Aspen Matthews did. But, she was the star of the family, there can never be two. If so one will try hard to outshine the other. Hence your mother made you swear you'd keep it a secret from everyone in her family, your friends, your lovers, even your best friend who was as normal as they can get.

'No one will ever understand your hardship! They'll turn you into a lab rat!'

It was hard to ever embrace your power thanks to your mothers harsh words. After discovering your powers, she became very...paranoid about them. Telling you all these things the government would do to you if you ever used them in public, and how you could never be as strong as your cousin Aspen, she was the golden child, you were just the extra.

That can surely crush a child's confidence.

But you grew up hidden. Making sure no one saw you use your abilities, never used them in public only at home in the shower or at a lake. Yet, it called to you. It always beckoned you to the sea.

The inconceivably vast briny deep waters yelled at you with their tides crashing against the sandy shore and the waves waving at you like a temptress beckoning her lover. You've never been to the sea. And the day that you did, you regretted it, dreadfully so.

Another day another boring and very tedious chore of listening to this man yap away about his plans for the future, your future with him to be exact. Honestly, you don't understand why you entertain this dummy! While giving him a good once over you narrowed your eyes and came to a solid conclusion.

You were just lonely.

After living alone for a few months in isolation you met a strange sea man, he wasn't dangerous nor was he a threat. Well, unless you considered annoying a threat.

It was everyday, every single day, he'd come up to shore at the same time and his mouth spewed out these sentences that irked you, it made your blood boil and you had no choice but to retaliate with your own words then it came down to your fists. He discovered your power when you were being careless on his way back from taking down a whole ship that sought out pure vibranium from his waters.

Currently you were in the midst of throwing icy water disks you created from the sea at the flying sea king who finally got you to this point. It was always something with this guy and his,'...let's burn the world together,' that never sat well with you. Hell, if you were any hopeless romantic chick you'd say yes before he finished asking. Because admit it, he was a king, a god, a mutant like you and he looked...good. Some would say you were stupid to deny him anymore than you have but you were going on a solid five months telling him no.

But the stubborn king didn't take no for an answer. Each and every time he came to the surface with a different reason why you should join with him. You heard him out at first and after you got comfortable with him around and understood why he wanted to destroy the surface being all nice and even flirty, he asked to use your power and exploit it. To destroy a nation that was hidden away from the world and for the entire planet to fear you.

Namor knew it wasn't a good idea to use your loneliness or your vulnerability you had to the world but he was desperate. He wanted to use your power, yes, but he wanted your hand along with it. He didn't want the world to know you as 'Y/N, Wakandas Destroyer,' He wanted you to be,'Y/N, The Feathered Serpents Wife' or even 'Y/N Talokans Queen.' Any of that would be acceptable but you cut him off before he could finish explaining.

Hence the physcal fights started. You didn't enjoy them but it sure felt good to kick water boys ass once in a while when you did. He on the other hand loved watching your both twist and turn, hands moving majestically through the air and summoning the waters he cherrished so much being loved by your fingertips.

Even if he was on the deadly side of those attacks he loved every minute of it. He made it clear that he loved it, getting hit, getting cut, bruised, he took it all because that was the only caresses he would get from you and he would smirk everytime he got hit.

It infurriated you. Why would he keep coming back if he got hurt all the time? Once, you beat him so bad he didn't get up. Attuma had to drag him back while shaking his head at his king. And his king being dragged back into the sea with a phantom of a smile on his bleeding lip. Namora knew Namor was holding back because of how he felt though he never said anything it was as clear as day that the king fancied you.

Panting you raised your hands in a defensive position. Your legs felt like jelly and your arms trembled. He looked ever the more dangerous right now and you weren't sure why, even Attuma and Namora who stood by the waters edge watched him come at you with all that he had and you barely dodged his attacks. It was like he was a whole different person, no more playful Namor, now stood before you was a hardened seasoned warrior of old and he was wounded.

What happened to him after those two weeks? He didn't visit you but Namora and Attuma did but barely. They were very vague about details and said Namor would explain when he came to see you again but there were no words spoken between the two except the one warning he gave you before locking fists together.

"Prepare."

You were just about to give up but you knew better than to do so. "You're so annoying and its fucking frustrating! Why did you even show up here in the first place if all you wanted from me was my power. You'll never get-"

A tanned fist came at you at lighting speed, you had your hands raised but when you were talking you left yourself open. He was going to kill you.

When that fist came it didn't connect with any part of your face or shoulders, instead you were lucky enough to be standing by a palm tree. It connected with that but you got the wind of it, with such force your bangs and loose pieces of hair went everywhere. First, a loud groan from the tree echoed through the small area around you then snapping, crackling and popping, the fibers of the wood breaking apart before finally a loud thud. But you didn't move, instead you stared wide eyed into the molten chocolate passionate eyes of the god king who was breathing heavily in front of you.

You always admired how he talked about his people, his land from before, his family, his time roaming the seas. You even enjoyed the looks he gave you when the both of you sparred just for fun but that was before he decided to go to war with Wakanda. After that it annoyed you.

Now, starring at how he looked at you with those lovely eyes made you yearn for 'what could have been'.

Dropping your arms and your stance you stood straight and proud. " I accept my defeat. As promised you can ask something of me,"

There was a set of rules the two for you followed when one lost or yielded:

Leave ego at the door.

Respect each others boundaries.

Whomever is knocked down or yields must do one thing the victor says.

The rules were easy and simple but you always won, he always told you he'd want to see you often and you banishing him from seeing you was definitely out of the question. So, you always asked for little things, trinkets from Talokan, foods from his city, and a chance to see the exotic fish humans would only dream of seeing but unfortunately some species would not survive up near the surface so you put a pin in that request.

Now, he was the victor. Dropping his tanned arm he moved closer to you placing his large warm hands on each of your upper arms gently squeezing. His eyes never leaving yours.

"You. Y/N, I want you,"

Your eyes widened a tad at his wish, a victor always got what they wanted if it didn't push the boundaries and that was one of the things you said he can never have. You.

You began to shake your head prepared to tell him that was her rule, she could never be his, your power could never be his but he shut you up by covering your mouth with his warm hand.

How rude! You narrowed your eyes at him hoping he had a good reason to be touching you in such a way.

" I know I can not have your power or whatever, but I don't want that. I want you, your body, I want to ruin you Y/N in every physical way possible until all your can think about is me," His voice was low and he leaned in close until his forehead rested upon your own hot one. Your face was red. Did his war leave him mental? Or was it the heat of this battle? Slowly he removed is hand from over your mouth.

Whichever it was it suddenly made your core tighten with a familiar squeeze you haven't felt in a while. Were you aroused by this? Yes, your sparring sometimes left you a bit flustered thanks to the words that were exchanged between the two of you but that couldn't lead to this. You were denying him what he wanted and he was unyielding of his decision, his request. Nevertheless, what he said plainly made you view him a little differently.

His arm retracted but before he took it back his warm fingers brushed against your red cheek followed by his palm, now he cradled your cheek in his hand. Namor made sure your eyes never left his praying that the emotions that played in his eyes were enough to confirm what he said. That's when you knew that he wasn't the only one who felt that same feeling.

Attuma and Namora looked at the scene and quickly scurried, well Namora forced Attuma to leave because he was ready to sit down and watch the show.

Soon the both of you were the only ones at the beach hidden by thick trees and rocks.

"Namor...Ku'kul'kan, I might be falling deep," Your voice trembled and it was quiet. There was a heat bubbling in the air between the two of you the more you realized that his words weren't just for show. they weren't painted sweet. He meant them.

With eyes casted down afraid if you looked at him further you'd loose yourself to t his sweet feeling that you just couldn't handle. Even feeling how awkward you felt Namor, without a word took your other cheek in his free palm and forced you to lift your head so you starred directly into his eyes. He was closer to you now both of your noses barley touching one another, both lips parted so your soft breathless pants mixed with his own.

"I've already fallen Y/N, I'll catch here at the bottom," With his breathless voice and your hesitancy to stop him he pushed his lips onto yours. It may have been brief but you were shocked but soon you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders touching his bare tanned skin feeling the flesh that you wanted to so badly bruise, tear apart and scar. Now you wanted to caress it and hold it.

He seemed to have the same thoughts because he tilted his head to the side forcing his hot tongue past your parted lips and dropped his large hands to your sides pulling at your flimsy shirt. He was already half naked while you still wore fabrics, it wasn't fair.

With tongue clashing against tongue you were surprised you were keeping up with the king of the deep with how thick and skilled his tongue was. Not even men you had fling with kissed this...this romantically. Your heart was beating so quickly in your chest you could hear it pounding in your ears!

Was this what it felt like to have your feelings returned? Was this what it meant to lust, to like, to...possibly love someone?

Breaking the kiss you had to pushed against his shoulders to give yourself some space, your lips were red swollen and wet, "Wait- wait we need-"

Again, you were cut off by yet another kiss you couldn't help but succumb to. Knees buckled and legs turned to jelly causing you to lose your balance and slip onto your knees , he feel to his knees with you breaking the kiss and next his lips your on your neck licking and kissing what he could of your sweaty flesh making you moan and shove at his shoulders. But it was like pushing a freaking wall of muscle! He wouldn't budge.

"N-Namor please," Your voice pleaded, whiney, to have him release you but alas he pretended not to hear your voice and pushing the sleeve of your top off your shoulder revealing your true flesh where the sea king greedily kissed, nipped and licked.

"I'm trying to catch you, I don't want you to hurt when you get down here mi reina," Deep, accented, rich and low.

Honestly, you didn't expect this outcome whatsoever. This was just sudden, and very surprising. A surprise that had your core tighten and caused a pool of heat to make itself known between your squeezing thighs, you were.. aroused.

A man of his caliber, a man who you avoided feelings for and masked it as annoying, a man who thought war was his only means of protecting his people, a man who almost killed you, made you feel as aroused as a whore in Babylon who hasn't had sex in weeks.

Well, not the best analogy but the idea was still there.

Before you knew it you let him push you onto your back into the sand, he slid between your legs and one hand was gripping the sand by the side of your head as the other reached for under your shirt. While caressing the flesh at your tummy he raised your shirt.

"Now you're docile, its cute to see you this way mi reina." He smirked while his hand fully slipped under your shirt and his fingers brushed against the underside of your breast. Why you didn't wear a bra today? Because you truly didn't expect t have company over like this.

Your cheeks redden and you quickly took hold of his hand stopping him from fully grasping your bare tit.

"I...this is embarrassing Namor," You cleared your throat," We were literally just fighting and now we're, what are we doing?"

Namore smiled, not his cheeky cocky smile but a genuine smile," We are just two people enjoying some time at a beach, two natural bodies who just so happen to be compatible enough to enjoy a dance that many before us enjoyed between man and woman,"

He scooted further forcing your legs to spread and hang around his thighs lazily, and you felt him. Hidden beneath those dark green trunks of his was a long hard slab of flesh already threatening to rip through the marital and it was pressing against your loose short shorts. Unfortunately, they were so loose they didn't bother to cover your snatch. Your trimmed bare snatch.

When you said you weren't prepared for anything you sure weren't, it was a laundry day so everything was being washed and or dried. Meaning panties, bras and even the good clothes you'd fight the sea king with.

He noticed in your fight a small glimpse of what you hid beneath thanks to your loose fitting clothes so it certainly helped him get riled up while he riled you up. A win was a win regardless of its means.

Namor had you beneath him almost as bare as he, if not more so, ready to receive because he already felt the slick wetness of your arousal against his trunk covered shaft.

"So, that means the sooner we couple the more we can realize just how badly we truly needed each other," Sliding one hand down to his golden belt he undid it carefully making sure to press that hard print against your cunt, squishing both sexes together while the claps were undone. He pulled the golden belt away from his waist and dropped it somewhere in the sand.

Did your bodies need each other? By the way your slick juice was leaving a slight damp mark on his trousers you'd say yes.

"We do fight each other very well, so maybe we do fuck well too," It embarrassed you to even say such a sentence. Especially when all you've been spewing from your mouth were insults and threats all directed towards him.

On the other hand he enjoyed seeing you struggle talking dirty to him. All those threats and insults fueled him and made him harder than he ever was and it was all thanks to you. While watching you he hooked his thumb on the waistband of his trunks and pulled them down, with urgency and you lifted your hips just as eager to finally catch that large slab of meat with your awaiting cunt with a loud wet slap.

You didn't bother to look at the dark tanned throbbing erection of his that was already beading at the tip. Okay, maybe you did but the slap to your cunt made your eyes to flutter closed briefly while a deep sigh of satisfaction left your lips.

Namor groaned under his breath as he prepared standing straighter and laying his cock over your mound and tummy. And with a thick warm finger he guided it over the length of himself before finally reaching to an area above your belly button, right where he measured the tip of his bulbous cock.

"This...this is where my cock is going to reach deep inside you,"

Your hand gripped his forearm that rested in the sand next to your hip,"You'll-tear me apart Namor," You whined squirming already.

He reared his hips back and made sure to position his tip between your puffy folds, you were already oozing with anticipation ready to start yet another fight with him, but this time with your full body.

The sea god hissed softly running his length up and down between your folds hearing how slick you were, it was a sound not even the sea can mimic. A real woman wet and ready was a gift man should always cherish.

And now a man of the water was going to drown in it.

"Then mi reina, lets count this as a win for me."

Without warning he found your entrance and pierced you, you welcomed him with a tight hot embrace of an eager cunt. A cunt he was already losing to. He was met with little resistance but there was some when he went further than any pervious man has ever gone.

It made you almost shriek! You grabbed his arm and placed a hand on hos abdomen making him stop. You were panting starring up at him with wide eyes, "Wait! Wait please-"

Taking your hands he held each one by the wrist and made sure you wouldn't escape from his grasp. God, you already knew what he was going to do.

The sea king looked down at you with a burning desire to ravish all that you were and to bring forth a destruction that lead to your end, an end that left you limp and drooling no doubt.

"And this, is where I catch you."

Using your hands as anchors to reel you back into his thrusts. And fit finally, he did. You were speechless when his hips connected with your ass making you bonce with each thrust, the claps, the plaps echoed along the beach and thankfully not a soul was in sight.

Finally you let out a sob like cry of pleasure when his finally let go of your hands just to grab your hips and lift them up a bit so his cock hit that one spot that made your toes curl. How did he know that was the spot?

With your back arched and head rolled back into the sand your only view was the sky and the ocean, waves of calm brushing against the shore one after the other almost mimicking Namors thrusts. It was driving you crazy.

"I-It feels so-" You gasped and your eyes crossed a bit as your body jiggled and bounced." So, so good!"

The poor sea king was groaning above you gripping your hips and concentrating on hitting the spots he guessed felt good to you, of course, it was purely guessing. Maybe the two of you were meant for each other. The soft caresses of your hands reached for each of his forearms and held them, anchoring to them.

He leaned forward over your body while animalistically gripping those hips of yours like a mad dog and placed open mouthed kisses along your tensed jaw and parted lips.

"Mine, mi reina magnifica," A groan was ripped from his throat and filtered through your hungry mouth, your hands no longer by his forearms but slid up to his cradle his cheeks in each palm. You were close to that sudden release but yet you didn't want it to end here. Your body hummed with the nickname and brought forth a shiver throughout your body.

With a few more powerful thrusts he suddenly

stopped with eyes closed and lips parted panting.

Was he...was he done already?

Panting yourself you placed kisses around his lips, his nose and forehead while wrapping your legs tighter around his waist.

"P-please you can't stop now, not when I'm so close you jerk,"

The words left you in a breathless annoyed huff. How dare he stop in the middle of pounding your insides. Opening his eyes once again he smirked and removed his hands from your hips, he moved them up and around you sliding an arm under and around your bare waist as the other wrapped under and around your shoulders securing himself down to you. You were forced to wrap your arms around his neck.

His face was buried into the crook of your neck," Forgive me my love, you're just so tight," Without further delay he began and this time he gave you no mercy. You could hear his teeth grind by your ear while he concentrated on controlling his hips to give you that mind blowing orgasm you've been needing.

It didn't take long before you came with a sob, digging your nails into his fleshy back and toes curling from the intensity of it. Fucking out in a public space and with the man you thought was the most annoying thing on this planet who was actually very into you, made this even more mind blowing than it was.

Soon, Namor the sea king quickly whipped his cock right out of that tight embrace of your walls and spent himself on your tummy. His load shot out so far it caught your parted lips and cheek, he panted heavily by your ear trying to catch his breath.

He shuddered and slowly straightened up he ran a sandy hand through his dark locks and smirked down at you.

"I told you I'd catch you."

[vivihar]

hello vivi !! it’s ME again !!

im here to yap again so BE READY !!

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first i love tomerus i want them to smooch but i also want them to have a billford dynamic…please here me out with tired stressed severus being tormented by an entity (tom ahah TOMENTED) who wants to take over the universe and finds fun in torturing humans with a whole ‘let’s see how many times i can rearrange your atoms without you ceasing to exist!!’ but in a TOM way yk ?! like severus who shouldnt like this weird demon but he’s also kind of hot in a way he hates himself for. like please my man wanted to research creatures and potions and instead accidentally made a deal with a god damn trillion year old psychotic masochistic interdimensional demon ????

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THE SECOND YAP is i want them…sherlock johnlock coded…severus just looking for an apartment and meeting up with an old friend (insert whoever you want here) and who says ‘wow, you’re the second person to ask me that.’ and he’s like ‘wtf r u talking abt’ and there tom is whipping a dead body because he wants to know if bodies bruise after death ?? and everyone’s okay with it except for severus who’s stood there wondering who tf this guy is and why is behaviour is normalised ?? or you could make it sheriaty which i now realise while writing this is slightly better. moriarty as tom and severus as sherlock with their homoerotic rivalry where neither of them actually want to kill the other because what’s the fun in that ?? this is what severus needs, the thrill of the chase and the only person that can give him that is tom and while toms reading out this pre-rehearsed villainous speech severus is thinking ‘this guy talks to much…i should kiss him. or shoot him. both is good.’ and tom is thinking ‘maybe i should kill him…no then i wont be able to see him. maybe i could just rob his grave after. i’ll see what he does first.’ because honestly they’re ALL THE OTHER HAS !! they’re ALL THE OTHER WANTS !! no matter how much tom does, severus will always be there to stop him and the thrill of the chase is what gets them off !! they’re insane !!

and i love them and then concludes my yap LOVE YOU VIVI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello Dori lovely how are you 🧡

I confess it's been a long time since I watched both of them so I don't know if I could make them as you said but I did understand the dynamic you're referring to which thank you love, it's perfect especially the first one.

Maybe not a deity (or maybe could do) Tom has psychopath tendency which if we make Severus some type of a creature Tom would want to play and test everything about Severus like a kid playing with his toys. But if we think him as a 'deity' I think we could go with Canon. Like V winning the war and playing with Severus, torturing him and making him live forever so he could play with him forever etc etc.

I kinda have Moriarty and Holmes thing au. Not really same but similar chasing and playing game. Muggle au where Tom is a criminal Lord or something and Severus journalist or detective who looks for him. More likely journalists tho. Tom would have fun how his newly graduated 'stalker' finds things about him(he lets him) and Severus would be excited to discover more and more things about Tom. And at some point Severus gets good, he finds things Tom doesn't want him and rather than being angry Tom would kinda feel proud lol anyway I hope I tidy the plot soon so I can start making the au because it's fun.

I love you too 😙🧡🧡

[dark-elf-writes]

Sharing the sharingan

What if The Uchiha, The Hyuga, and Kakashi all die during Pain’s attack and end up at Sakumo’s limbo-campfire together?

Maybe they all die one by one with kakashi last because they’d be damned if they didn’t do everything physically possible to keep him safe. They just absolutely refuse to meet their sensei again with the knowledge they let his kid get killed while they were still kicking.

Them showing up one by one at the campfire and Sakumo smiling oh so sadly because while he wanted to see his family again, he never wanted it to be so soon. Not like this.

Sakumo getting immediately dog piled by all three of his kids once they’re all there. Just knocked to the floor and nuzzled into because yeah they’re adults but they all lost him too early and grew up too weird to give a shit about appearances now.

The Uchiha and The Hyuga immediately launching into a full blown bragging session about Kakashi’s accomplishments (both shinobi and otherwise. They personally think him beating Gai is far more impressive than his multi page spread in the Bingo book since they have them too but oh well).

Kakashi retaliating by talking about their extensive list of accomplishments (ie the weirdly specific but very useful self help books, the highly successful erotica novels, the universal fear of all Jonin, and the legion of devoted kids they managed to build )

Sakumo being very bemused because he really thought this reunion would be a lot more…apologetic? Philosophical? Because while he certainly apologized to them all and they accepted it, everything moved past it pretty quickly. According to them they’d “slap his guilt-ridden brain out of his ears if he tried to leave them again” but didn’t actually mind his decision on the mission? When he asked about it the Hyuga huffed because “come on sensei, really? You think we helped raise your pup thinking you made the wrong choice on that mission? You have us the wolf summons for a reason, didn’t you?”

Kakashi, now possessing the spirit of a little brother instead of an only child, absolutely delighting in watching them both get scruffed like unruly pups when the stories start flowing and some less than advisable actions come to light.

Microwaving this in my head because anncnsjskdjdnshush

I always planned on at least one of them dying in the Pain attack because of the angst but the thought of all three of them dying has me feeling emotions only known to shrimp.

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The Hyuga dies first. Impaled by a chakra rod and exhausting his chakra to give his family, his pack, even the slightest chance. The last thing he hears is the Uchiha’s roar of fury as everything goes dark.

The Uchiha dies next, shoving Kakashi out of the way of a sure kill blow before throwing himself forward, determined to draw blood if it’s the last thing he does. He tells Kakashi to take Choji and run. He wakes up with a campfire in the distance and silence all around him.

Kakashi dies last, exhausted body unable to maintain the sharingan even a second longer. He’s no natural dojutsu user. Was never meant for the constant drain. He makes sure Choji gets out and prays it’s enough that even one do the kids makes it out of this shit show alive.

(He dies grateful that Naruto is gone. That Minato’s son would live even if Kakashi was no longer there to help raise him.)

The three of them find the campfire around the same time. The Hyuga laughs so hard he would have definitely pulled something if he was still alive when he realized who was there waiting for them.

The only real family other than each other and Kakashi that he and the Uchiha had ever known.

Sakumo looks sad (and a bit concerned that the Hyuga is going to figure out how to die a second time) but that’s as nothing compared to his shellshocked expression once after the Hyuga gathers himself he’s tackled by his three very much bigger pups all yapping over each other and laughing and crying. He wonders if this was what it would have been like in a perfect world where all of them lived. He wonders if they feel the missing weight of his final pup (the one that turned from them) just as keenly as he does.

As much as it hurts to see the light come for his pups he’s so fucking glad they get to live another day, get to break the cycle of the Hatakes (because they are all Hatakes no matter what clans two of them were born into) dying young.

[mklegends-smokescreen]

Mortal Kombat Legends: Blood Bound

Chapter 9: Mixed Feelings

As our idiots went on their way back to the palace, Muchacha hopped off her horse, because she had no space due to the wizard's body not giving  her much area to sit. Robin also hops off his steed, to whisper something to Muchacha.

ROBIN: So, like, what do we do with the brother from Blood Diamond over here?

The general, hearing this, whispers back

MUCHACHA: Same as with this magician. We take him to the Kahn, and let her decide his fate.

ROBIN: Are you serious?

MUCHACHA: You heard me, and you heard what he’s capable of. If he lives, he lives. And If he dies, well… How is it that you Earthrealmer’s say? No comment?

Nico, a bit confused and angry, talks back to Amara.

ROBIN: Dude, he barely knows what he did, besides, you can’t kill someone with such a cool design just like that.

Muchacha, who is starting to get annoyed, pokes Robin’s chest.

MUCHACHA: Do you remember what happened last time you disobeyed my word? That's right, I almost tossed you off this cliff. So for that, I will just tell you this. I don’t suggest toying with my temper.

Robin, a bit angry, steps back, and the two walk back, and see Sabbia and Kounterfeit standing close. Robin and the general look at eachother, and Robin is the one to speak.

ROBIN: Listen up here, sister. I'm not going to let you do that. You're going to talk to Kitana about this. I can't have a clear conscience knowing you're going to kill a kid, no matter how dangerous he is.

Muchacha, now greatly annoyed, steps towards him. The general, putting her hand on his shoulder, and staring at him, she responds.

MUCHACHA: Listen closely, because I'm not repeating myself. I don't give a damn about your morals. You'll do as I say, and not question my authority. And if you disobey me again, you're going to get a taste of my foot in your teeth.

Robin, as usual, responds with a quip.

ROBIN: You know, for some people, that's a massive turn-on. For me, that's just trash talk, and, if I'm being honest, you're not really good at trash talking. Also, not that I care, but you ain't even good at making decisions for people's fates, and instead you rely on Kitana's orders-- 

MUCHACHA: Are you done yet? Or are you going to ramble on and on and on until you bore me to death? I could be doing better things with my time than this.

ROBIN: Nope, I can do this shit for days.

The snake and the blood bender listen to their conversation, trying not to say anything too loud.

KOUNTERFEIT: I swear, I can almost hear her blood pressure rising. Who are they, exactly? And what are they arguing about?

SABBIA: I'll explain later, for now, let's step back a little bit, we're in earshot.

The two move a few meters back, and Sabbia looks at the general and crusader. Robin, who was just talking, stops, and the general sighs. She then speaks, her voice raised.

MUCHACHA: If you yap for one more minute, I can and will shove my sword down your throat. Is that what you want? A sword lodged in your skull? I can assure you that will end your career faster than I can swing this blade. Now, are we done here, or will we continue to waste our time, bickering like a couple of toddlers. I have places to be, and a job to do.

Robin, getting pretty tired of her not agreeing with him, gets a bit angry and steps towards her, pointing his finger in her face.

ROBIN: Listen, lady. I understand that you don't like me, and frankly, neither do I, but that's how the writer wants it. And, for once, can you be a bit nicer, or, at least, not threatening me and the people around you. Because I swear, if you hurt that guy over there (Kounterfeit), I will make you regret every decision you made up until this point.

MUCHACHA: Listen, I couldn't give less of a damn about what you think of me, and how I treat the people around me. Now, I'm not asking anymore. Shut. Your mouth.

The two are staring at each other, and Robin moves away from the edge, closer to Sabbia and Kounterfeit. He sighs and shakes his head, and then looks back at the saurian and the boy.

ROBIN: Hey, you two, stay right here. I'll go calm the lady down. If I don't come back in 5 minutes, run, and never look back. Understood?

SABBIA: I don't recommend it.

ROBIN: Why? 

KOUNTERFEIT: She's, uh, chewing on a rock. Aaaand swallowing it. I have a feeling she's really mad at you.

Robin, a bit concerned, looks back at Muchacha. He starts walking towards the general, and she looks at him, as her eyes glow a bright orange, triggering a terrified facial expression. Muchacha, noticing the change in expressions, stops chewing. She speaks to the crusader. Her tone is more soft, and calmer. 

MUCHACHA: I apologize for that... to be fair, you pushed my buttons, but still. I'm sorry for threatening to, um, cut your limbs off and stuff. I was just being a bit angry, is all.

ROBIN: A bit, sure, yeah. But it's fine. You're not the worst I've seen, that's for sure. I've dealt with worse folks. Can we just, you know, get the whole "I hate you and you hate me" thing out of the way so we can just do this dog garn job? Please? 

MUCHACHA: ... Sure. Whatever. It's a truce, I guess. Once we're done here, you're dead to me. Are we clear?

ROBIN: Crystal.

He said, reaching in his bag, pulling out a cookie and breaking it in half.

ROBIN: Cookie?

Muchacha, who needs something real to eat, reaches out, and eats the cookie in seconds. She looks back at Robin, who's eating the cookie.

MUCHACHA: Do you have another, by any chance?

Robin takes his bag and shows it to Muchacha, showing it full of cookies of many variations.

ROBIN: Literally the only thing I packed for this trip. You guys want some, too?

He gives the two on his left some of his stupid choice of supplies. They both look at him, and then each other, and they both shrug, and take some. Amara is a bit surprised by his offer, and she responds.

MUCHACHA: Why are you so nice all of a sudden? Just a minute ago you were yelling at me and now you're offering your food to people you barely know. Is this some kind of weird Earthrealm thing or are you just being an idiot.

ROBIN: ... Yes. and it's called "forgive and forget", Watson. You should try it sometimes. It'll improve the way people look at you and your overall mood.

Amara, who is a bit confused, responds. She says in a quiet tone, as to not be heard by the other two. Her tone is a mix between sad and confused. 

MUCHACHA: Listen, I don't know if you've noticed, but not many people like me. Especially because of my past, and to me it seems as if you're not that different. So please, save your cookies for yourself, and don't waste them on people who will forget you once you're out of their sight. Understood?

ROBIN: You wanna go right here and now? In front of these two, with a hundred meters above sea level? I could take you, and best hope I mean in a fight.

MUCHACHA: By the Elder Gods... Fine. Once we're done here, you will have a fight on your hands. Understood? And I won't lose. Not today, not ever. 

As the team would keep going, the blood bender would hop on Nico’s steed and Sabbia would keep walking, not getting tired one bit.

[arsenalgbt]

One thing from my headcanons that I will not let go of it Ben and Kai talking at the baby shower about birth. Ben is so fascinating to me in ths au. He hates baby showers, sure he went to all of the ones Leo and KT had (who had a shower per kid? honestly Ben thought it was excessive) but only because Kieran planned them and promised he'd supply booze and invite some friends for Ben to flirt with (Ben likes flirting with all of Kieran's repressed friends, likes seeing them blush - used to like having Kalvin see him making them blush and get jealous). Ben didn't let Leo or Dec throw him a baby shower, threatened them within an inch of thier lives if they so much as thought about it - both of them knew that despite being pregnant and having the worst morning sickeness that Ben would kick thier asses effortlessly. Instead Ben invited Leo, KT and Dec over to his house and ate with Leo and Dec while Kieran build the crib and stuff (this was when they found out that Dec was marrying Kai and Ben was pissed that he was going to be pregnant and fat at the wedding). Ben didn't have anyone in the room with him when he had his baby - Leo and Dec had both offered but he hadn't wanted them. KT was the only one allowed in and out of the room during labour because he didn't hover over him, wasn't overly caring and suffocating and did as he was told. Ben hopes Leo knows how lucky he is. Kai getting pregnant brought up some feelings that Ben had hidden for the last 13 months since his son was born. He thinks about not attending the shower but after Martin had filled him in all the whole drama of it possibly not being Dec's child (Ben had called him to find out if he'd known about the pregnancy because he and Leo didn't and he's a little pissed Martin didn't tell them after hearing it from Kai) Ben knew he had to go. He was hoping to see some drama but instead ended up sharing half of the naggin of vodka KT brought (Ben refuses to admit it but he thinks Kieran might be his closest friend at this rate) and getting sad in corner while everyone else pretended things were good and happy. He almost didn't notice Kai sitting down next to him, too focused on feeling jealous of Leo as he and KT played with thier kids (he doesn't think he's jealous becaue he wants to date Kieran or anything. They'd be awful together, Ben would just like to be the family he thought he and Kalvin would be for that split second) and that's when they start talking about birth and such - but only after al ittle snark from Ben

this is like a whole other fic, solely from ben's pov that's for sure! thank you for sharing with us!!!!!! the ben and Kieran's surprise friendship, that's sooooooooooo them. I can totally see it. kieran knows not to try to give ben solutions for whatever he's yapping about; he just listens, supporting him silently. wow...

from this I gathered ben is still KINDA hung up over Kalvin?? damn!!!! what made Kalvin so special?

and how did ben meet willo after his baby was born? how old is the child? a girl or a boy? did ben come clean to willo since the beginning "I'm a single mother" or??

ALSO; how is ben with his child? did he have postpartum depression (not sure how it's called) - is he disconnected from his child???? if I may, I think he does have a postpartum grief thingy. he kinda leaves his child with his parents cuz his mental health kinda deteriorated when the actual tiny human is born, is in his arms. like... he's not that numb, he can still feed his child, but he doesn't really want anything to do other than feeding them LIKE. is kinda unmoved when the baby cries. can hold and rock them to sleep, but that's it??? thus his parents are taking over, and ben busies himself with work! wdyt?

PLEASE TELL ME 😭😭😭 we need more mpreg u can't denyyyyyyyyyy

[disguiseddeer]

🐛🦋🪲🪰🦟🦗🐍🐢🦎🦖🪼

what do all of these guys have in common? being silly beasts, that's what

i'm not the biggest bug fan, bugs don't like me and i don't really like them, but i make exceptions. moths, dragonflies, caterpillars, mantises, crickets and grasshoppers, beetles, and maybe one or two others i can't think of rn are cool with me. although not a bug, spiders are my arch nemesis, sadly - mosquitoes too! those little guys love my blood

snakes are awesome!! i love snakes!! they're either super cute or super cool, little inbetween. ball pythons are the dogs of the snake world, i love them so much! i still gotta make me but ball python (been on my to-do for a while), so silly! i've really liked reptiles for a long time, they're just so interesting to me. crocodiles and alligators are definitely some of my favorites, they're just so cool and wide and beastly and <3

i think that has to do with my love for dragons, though. ever since i was a little kid i've always been so fascinated by them. once a dragon kid, always a dragon kid who's with me 🗣️🗣️🔥

i love dinosaurs too, they were some of the first things i ever drew! it's amazing and mindblowing thst these fantastic, huge creatures once lived on our planet. biology, evolution, and the history of life is so damn cool. i gotta try drawing dinosaurs more

jellyfish are, admittedly, also interesting. like, how does THAT thing just, exist?? what is bro up to?? i haven't looked into them too much, but they are beautifully weird. same goes for sea life in general, especially deep sea animals! so damn ugly and weird i love them

in general i have a huge love for wildlife, biology, (including spec bio!) and just everything and anything relating to animals and ecosystems. recently, i have been *dying* for some sort of custom ecosystem sim, where i can freely create my own species and watch them interact with their world and everything around them. there is just something so damn interesting about it, it sends off all the "ooh, i like this a lot" parts on my brain! if anyone has any recommendations on something like this please let me know! spore is great, i love spore, but i'd love something more in-depth and open ended

i also really like speculative biology, if you couldn't tell before lol. there's just something about it, thinking about how things work and interact in realistic - yet different - settings. it's awesome! -- that and my love for nature and the natural world is probably what has led me to being such a massive fantasy lover. i just love thinking of other worlds, ones that are much cooler than our own. i love thinking of strange, beautiful, crazy critters and beasts that would inhabit those worlds. magic that bends the rules of reality, that can be a tool for both good and bad. everything about it is wonderful, and i eat that shit up!! i'm always on the hunt for new fantasy content to get that itch in the back of my brain, so suggestions are awesome! i've always liked elder scrolls, and just started watching delicious dungeon/dungeon meshi, i've also been trying to get into dnd for like, ever lol (i just gotta get my friends together and figure it out)

thank you for giving me something to ramble about! it is very fun and i'd love to hear any thoughts, comments, or suggestions on anything!! i'm hooked on the tumblr ask system now please give me things to yap about this is so good <3

[bl00dhearts]

My little rant on the new Priscilla movie by sophia coppola:

Ok so first off the movie wasn’t even that bad the aesthetics and how it was portrayed was beautiful. The story telling was incredible and the convey of emotion really spoke for the movie. Even thought it did kinda drag on on some parts i feel, overall great film… i would give this a near perfect rating if it wasn’t based on REAL people…

This movie is a glamorized over exaggerated fairy tail of elvis and priscilla. i don’t know what other way to put it. It clearly portrayed elvis in a bad light even his daughter Lisa Marie Presley shared her thoughts on the movie before she passed. Saying it was vengeful and portrayed her father wrong. Like damn that’s literally elvis’s daughter and y’all still saying he was all this stuff. Like i ain’t saying he isn’t a bad person he definitely had his flaws but priscilla did too. But the movie very much portrays priscilla as this sad depressed little girl being groomed by elvis when that wasn’t the case at all. than y’all be clapping back saying ‘the movie is based on the elvis and me book priscilla wrote and it’s her perspective’ like no duh. but it’s her perspective and could easily be taken out of proportion. like i ain’t saying what priscilla went through wasn’t real like it def was and i’m forever a priscilla defender AND an elvis defender.

but y’all seem to have a problem with people defending elvis. and that’s all got to do with the modernization of extreme feminism and the me too movement… which is just hideous like i get ‘I’m just a girl’ what about ‘i’m just a boy’ like don’t get me wrong am a girls girl and all put i also have empathy for the other side even if i know there wrong.

(sorry for that lil rant)

Back to the movie, due to sophia coppola influence on young girls (low key me) they be taking her film as reality which it clearly isn’t. like it isn’t a documentary and it isn’t a hundred percent factual to the last detail, it’s a story told from priscilla’s perspective. and y’all straight up hating on elvis as if he wasn’t a real person with feelings and emotions that actually lived and sadly passed. and he isn’t here to tell his side.

i would not recommend this movie to anyone and would actually discourage it to people who haven’t done there research or don’t have proper background knowledge before hand, because if you hardly herd of elvis and didn’t rlly know who priscilla was going into that theater your definitely going to come out have a raging hatred for elvis and extreme sympathy for priscilla.

one more thing is that y’all really be pressed about the age gap like most parents including mine have a similar age gap to elvis and priscilla. Like every other person i hear yap about this movie is ‘priscilla was a CHILD when she dated elvis’ like girl be fr i be getting second hand embarrassment for that. She was fourTEEN a teenager and elvis a young adult. and it’s not like elvis immediately started dating when she was fourteen they MET each other when she was that age. and even priscilla herself said elvis NEVER tried anything on her and wasn’t sexual towards her. Even herself priscilla said ‘i was older in life not numbers’ which is so real bc i bet a lot of y’all thoughts y’all’s was mature for ur age. she also said ‘i don’t think i was groomed’ and that’s from priscilla herself and how you gonna deny her own words, even herself also explained how she actively persuade elvis when she was younger and begged her parents to let her move in with elvis at 17 it wasn’t like elvis was begging for her to come to Graceland. and elvis always treated her very well.

Another point is that elvis treater priscilla like a doll and made her dress up the way he wanted. Like priscilla literally said that’s how they both was, and she always wanted to look her best for elvis and even herself, like is that so hard to believe that woman back than put in effort to look presentable like that was the time back than. even elvis himself never showed up looking slouchy or lazy, he was always dressed well and priscilla was also dressed well.

another thing about priscilla’s personal style changing because of elvis is low key kinda weird bc i can’t be the only person that noticed this. like a lot of videos point out ‘oh when priscilla before she met elvis was really girly with long skirts and cardigans, than during elvis was shift dresses, than after elvis she started to wear pants and ‘express herself more’” like girl no. she literally just followed the fashion trends of the time. like the late 50s and 60s was that style them long skirts and blouses and cardigans and dresses and ponytails, that’s what was popular back than. she met elvis and moved in with him in about mid 60s and that’s when the shift dress and big hair became really popular and elvis may have influenced that as well but priscilla followed. than towards the end when they had there kid and priscilla started to get more freedom her style changed and she started to wear more pants and denim…. like girl it’s was literally the late 60s early 70s that was the height of fashion, like pants and denim were literally trendy and popular so ofc priscilla had to cop bc she’s the it girl. so it’s not rlly her own style like she just followed the trends and was the height of fashion.

and also kinda going back on what i said before about the grooming. that term wasn’t really coined till later and it’s kinda of a newer term because that never really happened before because back than that’s just the way of things. It was normal for a woman to get married between 14-18 to a older man in his 20’s because that was the norm back than, not necessarily in the 1960s but more true in the 1910s and before. and that only changed sort of recently because of the modernization of everything including health. because back than people married young bc a lot of folks didn’t make it to get so old. and also they didn’t encourage woman to go to school and colleges as much as they do now.

anyways that’s all i could think of for now and i’m high key getting tired of typing all this, like i havnt even written school work this long before. but yeah i hope y’all at least understand my take on this, and if you have any critiques or some u wanna say feel free to say them it’s not that deep. bye!

[blonkk]

i get so emotionally turbulent in the airport. maybe it’s because i’m always going off 2 hours of sleep and it takes me 2 hours to drive to the airport and i always book 6am flights and i always drink the night before. anyways i read this reddit post where this kids stepdad always financially provides fairly for him and his bio kids but excludes the stepson from special trips etc. he told the stepson it’s bc those are his bio kids and he wants to spend time with them and show them they mean more to him by virtue of being blood etc. he raised the stepson since he was one and shows preferential treatment to his bio kids, one of whom is the stepsons half sister. so the stepson responded by calling him by his first name rather than “dad” and stepdad got upset and hurt…anyways that story made me cry. idk i guess maybe it’s “natural” to other a kid who’s not “yours” biologically but jesus christ. you can’t treat a kid that way, exclude them, let them know they are less loved….irresponsible and cruel imo, no matter how you truly feel….

so there’s that. and then i saw this old dude handing presumably his wife a box of timbits and i got all gushy. and this older couple across from me is so cute the lady is just resting on her man’s chest and he’s just sitting there doing his thang. idk man i’m probably pmsing. i also have been reflecting on my loneliness and it’s imminent return LOL all my friends are leaving where i live soon and i’ll be alone..but i guess that’s my lot in life? that’s the way it is. there’s a lot of people i really love and appreciate even if they’re not the ideal friends/what have you. one being my roommate, a 50yo dude who does nothing but drink beer and smoke weed and talks about missing his daughter who he goes to see like once a year. i don’t agree with that aspect of his life (go see your KID instead of buying a new dirt bike !!) but man i have a lot of affection for him. he’s very generous and caring and kind and he channels his misplaced fatherly energy towards myself and the other younger workers on the mountain. i genuinely get along with him, and when he was with his daughter over the weekend i missed him…like i would get home and be like damn drew’s not here :/ and literally all we do is yap after-work style and sometimes watch shows. but idk he’s my favourite roommate this far which is crazy. idk it’s weird you never know who the people who actually make a difference in your life will be; it would have been so easy to write him off had i not bothered getting to know him. he’s a redneck, a sort of absent dad (he pays child support and knows everything ab her and supports her hobbies . he loves his daughter but. he’s gotta try harder to see her despite her living a few hours away) , he smokes cigs like a fiend, drinks beer like water, he passes out on the couch every single night of his life to dirt bike videos/sasquatch stories/random singing shows, is a typical tradesman. like it would be natural for me to judge his character based on those things. he’s actually one of the people who consistently takes my side when feminism comes up and always tells the other dudes “she’s right” etc. idk i just really am thankful to live somewhere where i’m comfortable with someone lol

& the other people i’ve met within the last year of my life have made me a better person and a happier person. somehow i really recovered a lot in the shithole where i live. dead end job, unfamiliar types of people , weird isolation. a lot of the shame i’ve carried my whole life has dissipated. i’ve been more myself than any other time in my life; and i don’t fear people’s rejection if i say what i truly believe or feel. sometimes there’s disagreements and some arguing, but it never ends badly, and weirdly i know i have peoples respect, even if they don’t agree with me or understand me. that’s what the key is i think — all my life with my family i’ve feared their rejection, their scrutiny, and their wrath. i’ve been scared to lose their love and respect because i was constantly threatened with it, and i experienced it countless times. the things the members of my immediate family have said to me, the things they’ve called me, the ways they’ve rejected me and punished me for being who i am has really damaged me and i always lived with it, bringing it into other relationships and friendships, not understanding that it was impacting literally every aspect of my life; how i interact with people being the main thing. it’s impacted my self esteem to such a degree with i could never make genuine friends and connections because i always went along with what other people said so they wouldn’t punish me. i let people treat me like dogshit because it’s what i was used to and what i thought love/acceptance costed. it even affected how i performed at work and what type of work i’ve tried to succeed at as an adult. it’s why i’m so lost and messed up and rootless. it’s why i have no idea what i want, and why for so many years i had no idea who i was.

for the first time in my life i feel accepted , if not loved. it’s enough to make me extremely emotional. it’s enough to make me happy because i could literally never imagine feeling so safe in my life. i love my parents and family but my god. what they’ve done to me can’t be reversed, though some things are beginning to repair

also i’m listening to the divorced dad playlist on spotify and it’s hitting. live laugh love!!!!

[edenmemes]

the witcher s2 sentence starters

contains spoilers. some quotes are slightly altered to fit better.

❝ let’s play a drinking game. ❞ ❝ faith’s a simple medicine for desperate souls. ❞ ❝ you don’t frighten easily. ❞ ❝ it’s what eats you alive. loneliness. ❞ ❝ i heard it all. fire, screams and death. ❞ ❝ you’ve become a lightweight, old friend. ❞ ❝ how are you not heartbroken? ❞ ❝ people do stupid things when they think they are trapped in a corner. ❞ ❝ are you a monster because you are different? ❞ ❝ this must be our secret. ❞ ❝ all you care about is your damn duty. ❞ ❝ i’ve lived through a whole dark age and three supposed end of days. ❞ ❝ that’s a tale requiring wine. ❞ ❝ do what you do best. stay and fight. ❞ ❝ fear is an illness. if you leave it untreated, it can consume you. ❞ ❝ you have taken something from me. someone i care about deeply. ❞ ❝ there’s times to stand still, and there’s times to keep moving. ❞ ❝ you’re panting like a dying mammoth. ❞ ❝ you’d rather be blind than see the truth. ❞ ❝ when you have power like yours, you never apologize. ❞ ❝ you have the social graces of a wild boar. ❞ ❝ last time we saw each other, you basically told me to fuck off. ❞ ❝ what would you have me do? ❞ ❝ promise me something. if we get seperated, remember what you have. ❞ ❝ all you have to do is keep your sword close and keep running. ❞ ❝ you were never one to go quietly, were you? ❞ ❝ i am here for you. i won’t let anybody hurt you. ❞ ❝ the path to true strength lies not in humble faith, but in believing in oneself. ❞ ❝ you would not know talent if i shoved it up your ass. ❞ ❝ you can tell me anything. ❞ ❝ it’s just ‘yap, yap, yap’ with you sometimes. ❞ ❝ my faith brought me this far. i’ll see how much further it can take me. ❞ ❝ power. that’s what you live for. ❞ ❝ i know this is dangerous, but now is not the time to be weak. it is the time to be strong. ❞ ❝ nowhere’s safe now. you can’t run from the world. ❞ ❝ i don’t want revenge. i want justice. ❞ ❝ your stomach’s growling loud enough to wake the dead. ❞ ❝ less than perfect means death. ❞ ❝ you can either be too strong to fail or too weak to try. ❞ ❝ you are always so emotional. ❞ ❝ we don’t kill out of fear. ❞ ❝ like father, like daughter. ❞ ❝ i understand that you are in pain and you can drown that pain with whatever you want. just not here. ❞ ❝ humans do bad things to everybody. ❞ ❝ i tell you no word of a lie. ❞ ❝ that was the first and last time...i saw my father proud of me. ❞ ❝ that’s quite barbarous, even for me. ❞ ❝ i’m not going anywhere, all right? i’m staying right here. ❞ ❝ and you call yourself a leader? ❞ ❝ magic. it’s lodged in you. like a spiked arrow. ❞ ❝ you bring terror and death wherever you are. ❞ ❝ do what you have to do to seize your destiny. ❞ ❝ it’s as if you’re determined to do the opposite of the thing that’ll keep you safe. ❞ ❝ remember what you have. magic. ❞ ❝ i’m hoping there is a grain of truth to fairytales. ❞ ❝ this place was meant for no one. ❞ ❝ i’m not having this conversation unless i’m drinking. ❞ ❝ you did what you had to do. ❞ ❝ all the people i loved in this world were taken from me. ❞ ❝ i would not wish that fate on my worst enemy. ❞ ❝ it came from the heart. perhaps a broken one. ❞ ❝ what’s it like? being alone because of what you are? ❞ ❝ all curses have cures. ❞ ❝ you pick up a thing or two while in hiding. ❞ ❝ how about we scout the property? make sure it’s safe for the night. ❞ ❝ my war is your war. ❞ ❝ you thought you were special. ❞ ❝ i wish i could go back in time. save everyone. ❞ ❝ something has changed. the world’s acting of its own strange accord these days. ❞ ❝ how did you spend your days when you first came here? ❞ ❝ i value the bond we have. ❞ ❝ i know what you are. an old wives’ tale for children. ❞ ❝ do you humans ever stop talking? ❞ ❝ if only you’d think of yourself instead of licking other’s boots. ❞ ❝ sometimes it doesn’t seem real. ❞ ❝ that’s your play? it’s rather desperate. ❞ ❝ i was hoping you’d do what i say. ❞ ❝ you’re the desperate one. the most. ❞ ❝ the path forward will be harder still. ❞ ❝ i’ve never met anyone alone in the heart like you. different. ❞ ❝ it is not in my nature to be cruel. ❞ ❝ stay with me tonight. let’s not be alone. ❞ ❝ do you think i’m asking because i personally give a shit? ❞ ❝ what is destined cannot be avoided. ❞ ❝ scary storoies don’t really work on me. ❞ ❝ you were wrong. or lied. neither’s a shock. ❞ ❝ what has been need not always be. ❞ ❝ we should keep moving. ❞ ❝ are you all right? you look like day-old shit. ❞ ❝ you don’t seem like a monster to me. ❞ ❝ thieving a thief merely makes you the latest thief. ❞ ❝ you can find power and purpose. a chance to survive the horror. ❞ ❝ i’ve fantasized about going back. ❞ ❝ the only certainty in this place, is that no one is ever what they seem. ❞ ❝ this is what you call free? ❞ ❝ you still have time to turn back. it’s not too late. ❞ ❝ it’s not a question of price. it’s a matter of cost. ❞ ❝ tell me what you want. ❞ ❝ sometimes i think i’m still a person. but...i know what i really am. ❞ ❝ i deserve my destiny. ❞ ❝ why help? what’s in it for you? ❞ ❝ i can smell your desires like rotten meat. ❞ ❝ it’s funny how quickly people forget about you when you are no longer any use to them, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ trust the path you choose, and it will protect you. ❞ ❝ move beyond the pain, the fear, the failure, until you become one with a killer. ❞ ❝ you can do anything. doesn’t mean you have to. ❞ ❝ what is lost is lost. ❞ ❝ you are all alone in a world that hates you with no way to protect ourselves. ❞ ❝ thankfully, men remain simple. ❞ ❝ verbose when i need you to be quiet. silent and stubborn when i need you to talk. ❞ ❝ even traitors speak the truth. ❞ ❝ shared dreams are a powerful omen. ❞ ❝ our most trusted advisors are becoming less and less trustworthy. ❞ ❝ i think there’s something wrong with me. ❞ ❝ nightmares are common after battle. ❞ ❝ when i say run, you run. when i say hide, you hide. ❞ ❝ i’ve never met anyone alone in the heart, like you. ❞ ❝ i know who you truly are. what are you hiding now? ❞ ❝ you're eager to please. easy to wound. ❞ ❝ that all you got? ❞ ❝ your true power resides in more than your blood. ❞ ❝ hatred is an endless cycle of fear and desperation. ❞ ❝ perhaps we were meant to find each other. ❞ ❝ no matter how hard i train, no matter what i do, i’ll never be enough. ❞ ❝ shocking. we have to do it your way again. ❞ ❝ your heart has been beating fast this whole time. you’re nervous. ❞ ❝ do you like the dress i left for you? ❞ ❝ oh. that’s a look of a person who’s worried they’ve lost their touch. ❞ ❝ it doesn’t matter if it’s true. it only matters if the people believe it. ❞ ❝ i’m sick of feeling lost. ❞ ❝ i’ve had leaders, followers...but i’ve never had a partner before. ❞ ❝ i want to be indifferent to the past. to the lies. to the things i’ve done. ❞ ❝ don’t flatter yourself. i’m saving me. ❞ ❝ did you not think of the consequences? what if you were killed? ❞ ❝ we can leave under the cover of darkness. ❞ ❝ don’t be afraid. nothing can hurt you here. ❞ ❝ you are important to me. you always will be. ❞ ❝ yes, well, i’m topped off on magical mystery at the moment. ❞ ❝ you are already enough. you are extraordinary. ❞ ❝ you don’t get to play damsel in distress. that’s my job. ❞ ❝ i’ve destroyed so many things. please, let me heal things for once. ❞ ❝ the truth is you are choosing to be an asshole, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ i have nothing to hide. ❞ ❝ i owe you as much as you owe me. nothing more, nothing less. ❞ ❝ legends aren’t science. ❞ ❝ who are we, when we can no longer do what we were put on this planet to do? ❞ ❝ some wounds cannot be healed. i understand that more than you know. ❞ ❝ i can’t be what you want. what you deserve. ❞ ❝ you need to let me take care of your wound. ❞ ❝ everyone answers to someone eventually. even you, i suspect. ❞ ❝ you pretend to not have emotions, but you do. ❞ ❝ love and blood. they both possess a mighty power. ❞ ❝ prison didn’t exactly do you any favors. ❞ ❝ monsters are more than just horrid looks and claws and teeth. monsters are born of deeds done. unforgivable ones. ❞ ❝ i hope that in your search to feel again, you feel your value. ❞ ❝ i’m too hopeless to stop anything. ❞ ❝ i sleep like shit too. ❞ ❝ you don’t really give a shit about what i want. ❞ ❝ those who died...i say their names out loud at night so i don’t forget. ❞ ❝ something dark lies ahead of you. i can feel it. ❞ ❝ no one’s on our side, you trusting idiot. ❞ ❝ i’m not abandoning you. i’ll stay and fight. ❞ ❝ explain to me how you’re not deadweight. ❞ ❝ we’ll reach our destination by sundown. ❞ ❝ i see your wounds have improved, but your manners have not. ❞ ❝ don’t be scared. i’m not going to hurt you. ❞ ❝ hesitation will draw danger to you like fire. ❞ ❝ don’t flatter yourself. i’m saving me. ❞ ❝ you have the ability to break the cycle of hatred once and for all. ❞ ❝ sensitive questions are my favourite. ❞ ❝ sometimes we assume the worst because we fear to hope. ❞ ❝ it is in blindness we find our true strength. ❞ ❝ i know you know how dangerous this is. ❞ ❝ were you attacked because you’re different? ❞ ❝ who knows, maybe we’ll be friends again. ❞ ❝ i won’t let anything happen to you. ❞ ❝ you can fight battles and wear dresses. you can do both. ❞ ❝ holy men are the most depraved. ❞ ❝ watch me burn all the memories of you. ❞ ❝ what's the difference between you and a heap of shit? eventually, the shit will stop smelling. ❞ ❝ you’re offering me up as sacrifice? ❞ ❝ our best chance is to kill the hatred we hold on to and move on. ❞ ❝ everywhere i go, people die. ❞ ❝ sometimes i feel like i could burn the whole world. ❞ ❝ was it worth it? ❞ ❝ you are brave, but let me help you. ❞ ❝ there is only death here. ❞ ❝ unlike you, i’m not one to waste power on such frivolous nonsense. ❞ ❝ the battle must have really taken it out of you. ❞ ❝ i know. i know you want to scream. ❞ ❝ that’s the problem. no one knows anything about you. who you are, what you are, where you are, what you want. ❞ ❝ my friend, you are very far from fine. ❞ ❝ i look a tad different since you saw me last. ❞ ❝ we both need to keep a low profile, it seems. ❞ ❝ we won. but barely. ❞ ❝ i hope there’s a plaque to commemerate your greatness. ❞ ❝ i will not let us down. ❞ ❝ i’ve never known a human to give out of the kindness of their heart. ❞ ❝ every day increases the risk of being found. ❞ ❝ forget faith. we’ve got power. ❞ ❝ your precious leader’s after something. you are a pawn to get it. ❞ ❝ are you my inquisitor or my executioner? ❞ ❝ you are a hero to me and many others. ❞ ❝ we’re only staying until the storm dies. ❞ ❝ so i’m your destiny? whatever that means. ❞ ❝ i won’t be here forever to protect you. ❞ ❝ faith sustains us all in dark times. ❞ ❝ your pain is my pain. ❞ ❝ everything i was told my whole life was a lie. ❞ ❝ after everything we did, what we saw...you turned your back on me. ❞ ❝ we all have our time in the sun. ❞ ❝ if you have an ulterior motive, you can tell me. ❞ ❝ from the moment we met, you have been trying to fill a void. ❞ ❝ history does have a way of repeating itself, doesn’t it? ❞ ❝ they’re desperate. which means they’re dangerous. ❞ ❝ i’m doing everything i can to keep you safe. ❞ ❝ i said don’t touch me. ❞ ❝ i’m one of the lucky ones. depending on your definition of luck. ❞ ❝ i don’t see any side upon which you are not entirely fucked. ❞ ❝ there are forces at play larger than we know. ❞ ❝ you will destroy us all. ❞ ❝ i don’t know who you are, but come any closer and you’ll regret it. ❞ ❝ i...dreamed about you once. ❞ ❝ it’s been a difficult few months...but things seem to be finally turning a corner. ❞ ❝ what is it with men lurking about this place? ❞ ❝ oh, what’s the hurry? ❞ ❝ ___. it’s nice to finally put a face to the name. ❞ ❝ in times of war, hard decisions must be made. ❞ ❝ if you free me, perhaps we can work together. ❞ ❝ you remind me of an old friend. ❞ ❝ i was stupid, and i was selfish. ❞ ❝ i have always considered you my equal partner. i wish i could prove to you that i’m worthy of the same. ❞ ❝ what are you doing out here in the middle of east bloody nowhere? ❞ ❝ family, blood...that’s the only bond that can’t be broken. ❞ ❝ when i’m with you, i don’t feel alone anymore. ❞ ❝ are you all right? who did this? ❞ ❝ what i’m really asking you is...is this what pleases you? ❞ ❝ we could be entangled in a war again before we know it. ❞ ❝ why do you want this so badly? ❞ ❝ there are those obsessed with finding power, and those who know their place. ❞ ❝ i’m asking you for help. for once, will you give me it? ❞ ❝ you dare show your face here? ❞ ❝ i wasn’t sure you’d make it. ❞ ❝ i wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t unnecessary. ❞ ❝ your aim’s gone to shit. ❞ ❝ i pay you to solve my problems, not fill my head with piling bad news. ❞ ❝ the monsters aren’t new. they’re just new to here. ❞ ❝ i have some wounds that refuse to heal. ❞ ❝ you were having a nightmare. i came to check on you. ❞ ❝ please stay. don’t go. ❞

[bruhstories]

Yes, Daddy

summary: it's stepdaddy!zeke, there's no need for a summary xD pairing: stepfather!zeke x stepdaughter!reader warnings & content: stepcest, unprotected sex, fingering, spitting, lots of daddy mentions, oral sex (male receiving) word count: 1.5k

a/n: danger! this is very self-indulgent, i'm so sorry

You couldn't understand why your mother wanted to get married after your father left. The two of you were perfectly fine just by yourselves. She kept yapping about how a man could offer you stability and security, but you knew better — you knew your mom just wanted to get laid, and since she was almost 50, no one sane man of her age would marry her. She looked good for her age, so it was no surprise when she finally brought home her boyfriend. What was surprising was that Zeke was twenty years younger than your mother. Hell, you were closer to his age than her — he was only nine years older than you. But you could completely understand why she fell in love with him. The man was handsome, extremely intelligent, charming and, most importantly, rich. And for some stupid reason, Zeke was dating your mother, a reason you didn't figure out yet.

Then the wedding happened, and your mother was the happiest she'd ever been. You helped pick her dress, organised the whole damn thing to the smallest detail, even tasted the cake. You were going to move out eventually, and decided your mother would feel better if she had someone around her, so you tried to be nice to your new father. Besides, after Zeke moved in with you, you found out he was a pretty cool guy. So cool, that you began to fantasise about him, touching yourself when you heard him fuck your mom through the thin walls that separated your rooms.

You can't sleep. You toss and turn in your bed, you're either too hot, too cold, too tired or too full of energy.

"Fuck." You breathe out, pushing the blanket off of you. Perhaps a glass of milk will help, and so you go downstairs, dressed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of knee socks. You don't expect Zeke to still be awake after the way he the bed screeched an hour ago, yet there he is, watching some documentary about monkeys.

"Can't sleep either?" You walk into the living room and he glances at you, not so subtly admiring your thighs. Maybe you should've put on some panties.

"No. I can't get used to the mattress."

"Huh." You shrug, making your way to the kitchen. "Want some milk?"

"Yes, please." Zeke nods, not taking his eyes off of you. You don't turn the lights on, you know your house like the palm of your hand, and open the fridge, bending down for the jug. The shirt isn't long enough to cover your body once you've bent, and you know that. You count on that.

"Mind if I sit with you?"

"Not at all."

You hand him the glass of milk before plopping on the couch, thighs exposed to the viewing pleasure of your stepfather. Neither of you is paying any attention to the TV, but you both pretend to be immersed in the documentary. Until you become adventurous and rest your hand on his knee. He doesn't flinch.

"You've got some milk..." Zeke points at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh? Did I get it off?"

"No. Here, let me." He wipes the drop with his index finger. Swiftly, before he can remove his hand, you poke your tongue out, giving his finger a slow lick. He's frozen, and you take advantage of this to suck on his index, not breaking eye contact for one second.

"Thanks." You flash him a smile after removing his finger out of your mouth with a pop. You're threading on thin ice, and it's about to crack by the looks of his growing bulge.

"Do you think it's appropriate for you to suck on your stepfather's fingers like that?" Zeke's condescending tone makes you squeeze your thighs together, and he leans closer to you.

"You could've removed them from my mouth, daddy." Your hand travels from his shoulder to his chest. "Makes me think you liked it. That's not very appropriate either, is it?"

"Why, you little... slut." His calloused fingertips graze over your collarbone before snaking around your throat. You whimper at the tightness of the grip, a smile creeping on your lips. "Shh, you wouldn't want your mother to wake up, would you?" You shake your head, half-lidded eyes watching his every move. Zeke releases your throat and you already lifted your shirt. "So eager to please."

"Mmm, I wanna please you, daddy. Wanna make you feel good." Your hand is desperately trying to pull his cock out but Zeke has you pinned to the couch by your shoulders.

"Bet you've got a tight cunt." He licks his lips, imagining how you'd clench around his throbbing dick. "Bet you're also soaked."

"Why don't you see for yourself?" You take him by surprise with a kiss that's so wrong, but that feels so right. Zeke kisses you back, tongue exploring your mouth like it's uncharted territory while his hand snakes between your thighs. You're not fighting him by any means, no. In fact, you spread your legs so he can have all the access he wants, seemingly satisfied by your actions. And he's right, you're dripping for him.

"Am I wet enough for you, daddy? Bet that old hag is so dry." You don't know what possesses you to say those things, you never hated your mother. But Zeke just has that effect over you and you can't even think anymore.

"Now, now," he shoves two fingers between your folds and you throw your head back, "that's no way to speak about your mother."

"Oh, p-please, as if you give a shit about h-her!"

"Hmm, it's true. I wanted to break up with her until I met you. And I knew I had to make you mine." Zeke adds another finger, curling them up to hit your sweet spot. "I'm glad you're not as stupid as your mother."

"Shit, fuck me, please! Wanna feel your cock inside me, daddy!"

"Needy whore. Do you beg other boys like this?"

"N-no, just you! Only you!"

"Good, because starting today, you're not allowed to see other men. Not after I fuck you."

Finally, you think, finally he wants you. You bite on your lower lip when he spits on his cock, the glistening tip pushing at your entrance as you squirm and whimper. Zeke is by far the biggest man to fuck you, and you're sure you'll be sore tomorrow. Inch by inch, he bottoms out, filling a whole no one could have filled. Manicured fingernails dig into his shoulders for support because the man is so feral and aggressive, you feel the couch sliding back with every thrust. And your face — it's a sight for sore eyes, the way your lips form an O when he fucks into you, the way your eyes roll when his cock grazes over your cervix. He drinks you in, that's a fact.

"Fuck, you're sotight." Zeke grabs your chin, fingers pressing into your cheeks. "Open that filthy mouth."

You obey, thinking he might kiss you, but the man merely spits into your mouth and you clench your spongy walls around his cock, swallowing before he can tell you to do it.

"Good slut." He praises you and you feel your cheeks burning, chanting his name like a prayer. "As much as I love you mewling like a bitch in heat," Zeke shoves three fingers in your mouth, "I need you to shut the fuck up."

You nod, eyes filled with lust and desire as he fucks into your poor cunt. The harder he thrusts, the more you want him, and so you buck your hips, earning a low growl from your stepfather.

"That's right, take it like the whore you are."

You want to ride him, want to scream his name, but you can't, not with your mother upstairs, but at this point, you don't even care if she hears you — all you want is the sweet release of your orgasm that's been building up for some time now. Zeke can feel your need by the way you pant and arch your back, and he decides to let you have it.

"Be a good girl and rub that clit for daddy, yeah?"

You don't waste any more time and do as you're told, frantically touching yourself, clenching your muscles before relaxing them with muffled moans. He seems satisfied by your little performance, slowly pulling his throbbing cock out of your sore, soppy cunt.

"You gonna suck and swallow, love?" He removes his fingers from your mouth, coated in your saliva, drool dripping down your chin.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You answer him eagerly, tentatively falling to your knees and without a warning, you take him into your mouth.

It doesn't take much to make Zeke come — with hollowed cheeks, you bob your head up and down, back and forth, palming his balls and swirling your tongue around his cock and he's putty in your hands. When he's close, he holds your head back so that you don't miss a single drop of his cum and, like the good stepdaughter you are, you swallow the entire load with a smile on your pretty face. Zeke mockingly pats your head and you look at him with glossy eyes.

"Same time, tomorrow?"

"Yes, daddy."

[yutahoes]

3Bs Project #1: (Biyoushi)

3Bs are known as the three male professions that women should avoid to date in Japan: a biyoushi (hairstylist), a band member, and a bartender.  

pairing : hairstylist! Yuta Nakamoto x homebody! Reader

word count : 3.3k words

genre : angst, fluff, a little crack because of Ten

summary : Your bestfriend dragged you to a hair salon because of a blind date. Who would have known that you’ll fall for the hairstylist? 

taglist:  @ailoveyuta @aiforyuu @yutazen01 @2-3-t-i​ @cosmiclatte28  @readers-posts @ytzvivi @onefoureightfive     

This is supposed to to be one of the fics I write the Spring Fling event from one NCT network but things happened at home that I can’t write anything. I also feel bad for not posting any scenarios these past few days so please accept this apology even if it’s late.  

"I don't want to."

"Y/N, you needed this." Your bestfriend, Ten, sighed. "All you do is stay in your room all day. You need to go out, have a life." 

You rolled your eyes at that. You're happy staying inside your room, the scent of coffee and old page books tingling your senses. The life that you're comfortable with. "When was the last time you went on a date with someone?" 

"I'm not interested." 

"I didn't say anything." You stared at him, eyebrows raised. You knew him like the back of your hand, it must be another guy he's setting you up with. "Okay okay, but he's nice. You'll be a great match." You shook your head at that. 

The last time he introduced you to his friend, you became the mess you are today. "Come on, please. I told him that I'm introducing him to someone, please save me." 

"Don't you have any female friends?" 

"You're my favorite." You had to smile at that. You knew Ten wouldn't harm you, even apologizing profusely for what his friend did to you. "Please, Y/N." 

You breathed heavily then nodded. Here goes nothing. 

--

Ten suggested that you should do something about yourself first. You had taken decent baths, what does he mean by that? "When was the last time you had a salon appointment?" He asked, holding your hair. You shrugged, you haven't really thought about it. "This won't do. Let's get you a haircut." 

That's honestly not bad so you went with him to this hair salon owned by his friend. The interior was really pretty, a seemingly calming place. Maybe you'll get your salon appointments here from now on. Your friend talked to someone inside the salon and you waited, sitting on the couch. All this trouble because of a blind date. Ten might be introducing you to some hotshot. 

The curtains opened as your friend called you inside, gesturing to a chair for you to sit. "I already talked to Yuta about what to do to you. Just trust him." Should you? You cannot trust Ten but you feel bad that he's doing this much for you.

A guy your age, with shiny black hair, went out of the other side of the curtain with hairdressing tools on a cart. You thought Yuta is a girl, surprised he is a guy. He's going to do your hair? "Yuta, this is Y/N. Baby, this is Yuta. He styles my hair and he's amazing in his job." The other man smiled warmly and you have to note that he looks handsome. "I'll leave you to him. I have to get you some clothes." 

You called for your friend's name but he was already out of the curtain you went in earlier. You sighed then sat up properly when the guy pushed the cart with tools beside you. "Hi." he greeted, sitting on a stool behind you. Your eyes met on the mirror in front and you gave him a timid smile. "A blind date?" 

You nodded. How did he know that? Did Ten tell him? "We have to charm the guy you're going to see, don't we?" Again, you nodded with a smile. "What style do you want with your hair?" 

"I'm honestly not sure." You whispered, realizing that you must have thought about this before going here. "Is it rude if I ask you to just do what you want with my hair?" He chuckled before shaking his head. "You can cut it or even color it." 

He held your hair and you felt yourself tingle at the gentleness of his touch. "Your hair feels silky. I want to color it but we don't have time." He mumbled, "I'll just layer your hair and do some curls." You nodded, it's his craft and he knows what he's doing. 

Ten was right, you just have to trust him. 

His hands felt light in your hair, the sound of the scissors occupying the silence along with the faint music from the radio. You saw how your hair changed drastically in every snip and when he styled your hair using the curling iron, you only gasped. You look different and it's just a simple haircut. 

"Wow, you look…" Ten gasped as Yuta removed the black cloth covering your body from the hair he cut. "That's some real magic, Yuta."

He shook his head, staring at you. "She's pretty, to begin with." You felt a blush on your cheeks as he said those words. He stood in front of you, twirling a curled hair. "If your date goes well, would you like to color your hair pink? It will look nice." 

You nodded, wanting to color your hair instead of the date to go well. 

Damn it. You don't even want to go on a date but now, you want this date to go well so you can color your hair and meet the hairstylist again. 

So you listened patiently to this hotshot guy, that is supposed to be Ten's friend, yap about his trip abroad and that you should go out of the country to live your life. All night, he kept on saying things about himself not even bothering to ask you a question. He even ordered cheesecake for you, which you do not even like, wanting the carrot cake. Instead of driving you home with his Maserati, he asked you to take a cab. 

And then he ghosted you. No message, no call. Nothing. You kind of expected it but maybe, you aren't meant to date someone. 

You ruffled your hair in annoyance, a strand of hair falling in front of your face. Maybe you should reinvent yourself. Try again. Be a rebel. Live your life. 

You'll color your hair pink. 

You don't even know how to ask Ten about the hair salon's number to get an appointment so you just went to the said salon and hoped that it isn't that busy. That Yuta is there to help you. 

A young man was in the reception, asking you what you need and if you have an appointment. "No, I don't." You answered then smiled. "I'll just come back…" 

The curtains opened and Yuta came out with an older woman next to him. He gave you a smile before facing the woman who held his shoulder, sliding a hand down on his arm. "Thank you, darling. I'll see you soon." Yuta thanked her and she took some cash from her purse to pay, even giving Yuta some more cash that surprised you. That's a huge tip. Is Yuta just a hairstylist? 

"You're back," he said when the older woman left the shop and you nodded. "You're finally coloring your hair?" You nodded. "It will take some time though, do you have anything else to do after?" 

"No. But I haven't had an appointment so…" 

"It's fine. We're closing anyway." It makes you feel bad. He's staying extra hours just for you. "Haechan, you can go first. Just close the door when you leave, I'll lock up after this." 

The younger nodded. "Hyung, there are CCTVs here. Just a reminder." 

"I know, you punk." He said before turning to you, "Shall we?" Shall you? Why are you suddenly nervous? He told you to sit on the chair facing the mirrors. "So, pink?" You hummed in response. 

"I can just go back tomorrow if you want." 

"You're already here. And please, just tonight, can you save me from loneliness?" Your eyes widened at that. What? "No, that sounded wrong." He said with a giggle. "I just don't want to go home early to an empty apartment." 

So he lives alone? No wife? No girlfriend? But of course, you cannot ask that. It would be weird. 

Yuta sat on the stool behind you, mixing something from a plastic bowl. "So the date went well?"

You sighed then shook your head. Why does he have to remind you of that? He put some chemical in your hair, "What happened?" He's curious? Even Ten didn't ask you what happened. "If you're comfortable telling me." But then, maybe he can tell you what's wrong with you. He's a guy after all. 

So you told him about what happened, that he's a nice guy but he seemed so high for you. He's so accomplished that you feel like a potato next to him. "Did he call you?" You shook your head then stopped, apologizing for your action. "He's a jerk. If he doesn't like you, he should say something. Not make you wait. That's such a dick move."  

You giggled. Why is he so angry? "I hope you don't feel bad about yourself. You deserve more than that stupid excuse for a guy." Again, you laughed. He had his way with words. He might be a ladies' man. 

"I'm done with the dating thing." You mumbled. "It's more fun to stay at home."

"Then your pink hair will be useless."

It was one of the decisions that you didn't regret. Yuta was right, the pink hair does look good. It doesn't look awkward than what you imagined and you thanked him repeatedly for the new look. He shook his head, pushing the loose strand of your hair behind your ear. "It suits you because you're pretty." 

Damn, why is he like this? You could feel your heartbeat wilding in your chest. "It's late. I'll walk you home." Your eyes widened in surprise. He'll walk you home? He started fixing the things he used while you think of something, anything just to not let him walk you home. 

"You don't have to walk me home. I'll just take the bus."

"Then let me just walk you to the bus stop." You nodded, waiting for him and seated on the couch by the reception. It is truly dark, did it really take a long time for her hair to turn pink? When you heard the light switch gets turned off, you stood up and Yuta went out from the other side of the curtain wearing a different shirt, a faint smell of musky cologne hitting your nose. "Let's go." 

You nodded then followed him to the door which he opened for you. The walk was kind of short but you were thankful that he's gentleman enough to walk to the dangerous side of the road. "How many stops before you get home?" 

"Five stops then a little walk." 

Yuta nodded, thinking deeply. "An hour tops." He whispered that made you look at him. He took out his phone, handing it to you. "Put your number in, I'll message you." This is weird. "If you're not home after an hour, I'll call the cops." You giggle at that, handing back his phone which had your number in. He called your number and it vibrated on your pocket, "Or message me if you got home." 

The bus is approaching yet you don't want to leave. Yuta is so charming, it's crazy. You like talking to him. "Thank you, Yuta." You said while standing up, watching as the bus opened the doors.

"Take care, Y/N." He said in the softest yet audible voice possible.

It was when you sat on the bus when you realized things. He makes your heart flutter. He's such a gentleman. And he listens to you. You like a guy like him.

You like him. 

You saw your reflection from the dark window amidst the city lights. This is just you. You'll never be enough for him. He's perfect. You shouldn't keep your hopes up. You saw a strand of pink hair on your shoulder and gasp, you didn't even pay him. Quickly, you typed in a message apologizing that you forgot to pay him or give him a tip and even saying that you'll just send the payment online or tomorrow. 

A reply came quickly, 'It's fine. Thank you for letting me play on your hair.' 

You giggled. Play? The color is really pretty and it’s just playing for him? He is amazing. 'I'm sorry. I'll pay you, I promise.' 

'No worries, Y/N.' Another one, 'But can you not give up on dating yet? Go on dates, make boys cry. You deserve it.' 

Go on dates? He wanted you to go meet other guys? And you thought there's something special between the two of you. Maybe it's just you. 

Why is this more heartbreaking than that guy from the blind date not calling you back? 

'I will. Thank you again, Yuta.' You closed your phone, sighing hard. 

You do like him. 

----

"Y/N, wakey wakey." Ten sang, opening the door of your room and you covered your head with the blanket. "Oh, you colored your hair pink. It looks good." He complimented, sitting on your bed. 

You groaned. It's still early. "It's been two days." 

"And your phone is unreachable." He grabbed your phone from the bedside table, opening it to reveal endless pings and missed calls. "Yuta? The hairstylist Yuta? Yuta Nakamoto?" You didn't know that Yuta is Japanese, he's so fluent in the language. And why is Ten reacting like that? Your phone vibrated, followed by a ringtone for calls. "Yuta is calling."

But before you could get your phone, Ten already clicked the phone and from the speaker, you can hear the worry in Yuta's voice. "God, Y/N. What happened to you? Are you kidnapped or something? Hey, can you answer? Should I call the police?" 

Ten gave you a knowing look but you just shook your head. "Hi, Yuta." He greeted and the said guy stopped then asked who it was. "It's Ten." You heard a breath of relief on the other line. Why is he shaking you like this? "Y/N?" You don't want to talk to him yet so you gestured for Ten to cut off the call by moving your finger across your neck. "She's dead." 

"What?" You slapped Ten's arm before getting the phone from him, transferring it to handset mode. "What do you mean she's dead? Ten!" Why does he sound so angry? 

"Yuta." You called and he stopped. "It's Y/N. Ten is just being stupid." The other guy rolled his eyes at that.

"Hey." There was a softness in his voice when he said that word. "I was worried. What happened?" 

I like you. And it doesn't seem like you like me too. So I have to guard my heart, that's what happened. "I got sick. Sorry." 

"Are you feeling any better now? Do you want anything?" Your stomach felt sick at that, like little butterflies fluttering their wings inside you. Why is he like this? "You should rest. I'm sorry for calling you, I'm just worried." 

"Thank you." You don't want to say anything. You might blow your cover. And before he could say anything else, you dropped the call. You lie on your bed once again, covering yourself with a blanket. Why does this have to happen to you? You were having a quiet life. Now, he's shaking you up like this. 

Ten pulled the blanket away from you. "You like him, don't you?" You nodded, tears springing from your eyes. He doesn't seem like he likes you too. You told him about the older woman while sobbing in his arms and how he listens to you. How your heart misbehaves when he's near and how you can feel the butterflies inside you because of his voice. "They were right when they said that it's hard to date a hairstylist. They usually have female customers but it's their job." He explained and you nodded. "Should I ask Yuta? I'm going to the salon today anyways."  

You shook your head. This your own feelings, you can take care of it. "But can you just send him my payment for the hair color?" 

"You didn't even pay for it?" 

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It's been days since the last call from Yuta and every time you can see the pink strand of your hair, you can't help but wonder what he is doing. Is he also thinking about you? You sighed, that was a stupid question. Of course not. Why would he? 

And it's frustrating to know that you were heartbroken by a guy who was never yours in the first place. More reasons to stop yourself from dating. 

You saw your phone blinked, a message from Ten 'Come to Moon Cafe, 2 pm.' 

You rolled your eyes, another blind date. 'Please Y/N. I'll stop if he's not the right guy for you.' Why is he so sure of this? 

'And he's begging me to have this date with you.' What? He was the one who wanted to date you? 

You were hopeful. Maybe this is it. But damn it, this can lead to another heartbreak. 

You were curious. Who is this guy? The waitress welcomed you, asking for a reservation and you said your name, "Your date is here." Already? Your hands were sweating as you followed her to the table where your date is. A mop of black hair is all you can see before you stop in front of a table. 

Your eyes widened in surprise. Yuta. "Hi." he greeted, standing immediately. The waitress said that she'll be back with the menu as he slid the chair for you to sit on.

"Wait. You?" You asked when he sat opposite you, napkins in front of him. 

He nodded then handed you the paper bouquet made from the napkins. "I didn't know if you liked flowers so this is safer. I'll just buy you one later if you want." You shook your head. This is cute. He sighed, a heavy breath as if relieving some nerves. "I'm sorry. I kinda asked Ten for help just to see you."

So this isn't a date. Maybe he's just worried about you. You were right, this can lead to a heartbreak. But you're happy that it was still Yuta. "I like talking to you, Y/N." You stared at him in surprise. What? "I like hearing your stories, especially your voice." Is this some kind of a fever dream? "And I deeply regret that I didn't get to walk you home that night. I mean, I don't have a fancy car but I really want to spend time with you." 

You gasped. Is this all true? Yuta is saying those words to you? "But please, don't be burdened. This is just my feelings, I can take care of it." You were thankful for the waitress bringing in the menu that you hid your face with the object, promising to kill Ten the next time you see each other. "Y/N, what do you want?" He's asking you what you want? 

"The cheesecakes are our…" 

Yuta shook his head, "She doesn't like cheesecakes." He listens. 

A smile crept on your lips as you told the waitress that you wanted the strawberry cake. Yuta ordered a carrot cake, the cake that you were craving back at the blind date. He's listening. The guy gave you a warm awkward smile when the waitress left the table, "I like your hair." 

Weird. You just let your hair down today. If you just knew that you're going on a date with a hairstylist, you should have paid more attention to how you look. You smiled, leaning closer to the table. He was right, you should go on dates. "Then, Yuta, can I make you cry?" 

He smiled, nodding at you. "If that's what you want, I won't stop you." 

"I like you too, Yuta." 

Once again, he smiled. The smile that made your heart beat rapidly in your chest. The smile that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter. The smile that makes you weak in your knees. 

Damn it! You're in love. You're going to marry this guy.

This is definitely the last time Ten introduces you to someone. 

[gallavictorious]

Gallavich Week Day 7: Meet-Ugly

And for my final trick: have 1,084 words of post-S11 bickering husbands and introspection, with a tiny sprinkle of angst and fluff.

Read below or on AO3.

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What Those Assholes Know

It takes effort not to slam the cupboard door. It takes effort to pour a glass of water and drink it slowly. It takes effort to turn around, calmly, and look at Mickey rather than, says, storm past him and sulk on the balcony.

”What?” Mickey asks.

He's leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and staring at Ian with eyebrows raised.

It takes effort to just grit his teeth a little and to keep his voice steady. ”Think maybe you could stop doing that?”

”Do what?” Mickey asks.

It takes effort not to snarl you think you're playing dumb but you really are a fucking idiot, you asshole.

Ian closes his eyes for a moment, counts to three. They're adults. They're married. They need to talk about this stuff, and he won't let Mickey goad him into having a fight (likely to end in angry fucking) instead of discussing it like responsible, mature people.

He opens his eyes again and fixes them on his husband. ”Telling people that you used to steal shit from the store where I worked and that I got pissy when you punched my boss and took his gun and when I came to take it back you pounded the hell out of me and then I pounded the hell out of you, 'if you know what I mean'.”

”Least I leave out the part where you were fifteen and sleeping with your married boss.”

He does, and Ian supposes he should be thankful for small favours, but he doesn't feel like being thankful. He feels like throwing his empty glass at Mickey because he knows that Mickey is doing this shit on purpose. Mickey might not give a damn about what people think but he knows that Ian cares, at least a little, and Mickey isn't actually stupid so he knows how people react when he tells them stuff like that too.

And still he keeps doing it, whenever any of their new neighbors or the guys from their pilates class or one of the other security teams running weed asks about how him and Ian met. This time it had been the couple living two doors down; last week it was bartender at the pub they'd started hanging out at when they couldn't be bothered to make it over to the South Side and the Alibi.

”I don't know what the big deal is,” Mickey insists, with dogged casualness. ”I mean, it's the truth.”

”Yeah, but so is we met through my sister, she and Ian are best friends, and that doesn't make people feel so uncomfortable they start avoiding us.”

”No one's avoiding us, man.”

”No? What about Mrs. Jensen on the third floor? She practically threw herself down the stairs yesterday when she saw us coming.”

Mickey scrunches up his face. ”That old bat? You really wanna talk to her?”

And no, not really, since she yaps on endlessly about her dead dog and seems like she's secretly a racist, but: ”That's not the point. We–

”Isn't it?” Mickey interrupts. ”Listen man, if they can't deal with the way we got together, they ain't gonna like us in the long run anyway. Isn't it better to weed out the losers straight away than to waste time playing nice with people ain't ever gonna accept us for who we are?”

Oh. Ian blinks, because put like that...

”I mean,” Mickey presses on, ”unless you're fucking ashamed of it or something.”

He still sounds perfectly disinterested, like the topic doesn't concern him in the slightest, but he's suddenly avoiding Ian's gaze and rubbing at his eyebrow.

Oh, Ian thinks again. Okay, maybe he should have seen this coming.

”No,” he says carefully and with great emphasis as he takes a step closer to Mickey and tries to catch his husband's eyes. ”I'm not ashamed, Mickey.”

Not of how they started and not of anything that they are.

Not of Mickey, not ever.

”Just figured it might be easier for us here if we don't go out of our way to tell everyone how different we are,” he continues as he reaches out to put a tentative hand on Mickey's neck and run his thumb over the back of his head.

Mickey still doesn't look at him but he doesn't shy away from the touch either.

”Like, we don't have to be friends with anyone, but it would it really be so bad to be friendly with them? Make them less likely to complain to Melaine when we fuck too loud.”

Maybe it's cheap and sneaky to use that as an argument, but it seems to do the trick – or maybe Mickey's just reassured by Ian's professed lack of shame – because Mickey makes a face, but moves a bit closer so that Ian can wrap his arms around him and put his chin on top of his head.

”I guess,” he mutters into Ian's shoulder – but after a moment he pulls back to stare up at Ian with an intent look on his face. ”But you really think it's worth pretending to be some normal fucking Joe just so assholes you don't give two shoots about don't look at you funny?”

Ian frowns. There's no trace of feigned nonchalance in Mickey's voice now; there's no attempts to avoid Ian's stare. His husband is completely serious, and it occurs to Ian that maybe this isn't just about Mickey and Mickey's insecurities, but about Ian, too, and Mickey's concern for him.

Mickey's concern for Ian, who has tendency to conform to expectations of others, sometimes to the point of losing sight of his own wants and needs.

For Ian, whom Mickey never wants to see make himself small and bland and anything less than himself.

Letting go of a long sigh, Ian smiles, though the shape of it tastes bittersweet in his mouth, and he pulls his arms tighter around his husband and drops a kiss on his hair.

”I guess not,” he allows. ”But maybe we find some sort of middle way? A compromise?”

”Yeah? Like what?”

”I don't know. But we can think about it, maybe?”

”Yeah, okay.” Mickey sounds decidedly put-upon, but that's just Mickey. He makes no move to break away from the embrace.

Ian smiles and runs a hand through his husband's hair and loves him and it takes no effort at all.

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HEY I MADE IT! One thing for each day of Gallavich Week DONE! There were quite a few times when I really, truly doubted that I’d make it, but here we are! I’m exhausted and delighted and I will be having champagne to celebrate now!

(I had thought to play this theme straight, btw, because I love meet-uglies and they work SO WELL for Ian and Mickey, buuuut... )

Massive thanks to @gallavichthings for putting this together yet again!  The effort you put in to make this happen for the fandom is much appreciated; you are a star! I'm extremely eager to catch up on all the exciting stuff I haven't had time to look at properly yet because I was busy writing my own little ficlets. To-read list is looking great. XD

[buckysgoldenheart]

Late

Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: Henry has a reputation that makes you cautious and it’s caused some disagreements. Everyone thinks you hate each other, but maybe you don’t as much as you let on. (fluffy ending, and idk, maybe angst depending on your definition).

Words: 2880

Notes/Warnings: I made this like mid-20s Henry during the Tudors filming, season 1. If I messed up with tenses somewhere, I’d like it of you let me know. I started this story out in the past-tense then changed it to present so I might have missed some stuff when editing, even after reading it 100 times over.

At the sound of the doorbell, you hop up from your sunken spot on the couch. After the day you had, the Chinese food on the other side of that wood slab is the only thing with the ability to help you recover before you must face a fresh 5 a.m. morning with Henry tomorrow.

God, you want that man to fall off the face of the earth. You don’t care if his disappearance meant you would temporarily be out of a job. Being an assistant on the set of The Tudors was something you had strongly considered sacrificing in the past if it meant never having to work with one very particular, blue-eyed, temperamental actor ever again.

You almost quit weeks ago but told yourself to suck it up. You can’t afford to unintentionally cause drama at your workplace, not after your last job; and getting that kind of reputation is not what you are going for. Besides, filming for the first season is almost over, and you will gladly welcome the long break before everyone needs to report back for season two.

The smile you were fully prepared to give the delivery man falls entirely at the sight on the other side of the door.

“What the hell are you doing here,” You huff out.

Henry crosses his thick arms over his even thicker chest and frowns back at you. “I didn’t get my script.”

A headache is already forming just from his proximity and you don’t bother resisting the urge to rub at your temple. “Well, I sent it to your house a week ago.”

“And I didn’t get it, so clearly you didn’t do a very good job.”

With an eye-roll, you say, “Is there some reason you had to come all the way to my apartment and bug me for the script when I will see you first thing in the morning?”

“Everyone else will have had theirs longer, and I wanted to get a good start on learning my lines, so yes, I have a good reason for ‘bugging’ you, Y/N.”

You hate the way he says your name. It passes his lips so softly every time and makes your heart speed faster than your liking. If another man said your name like that, you’d fall for him in an instant, but no, Henry seemed to be the only man possessing that thick, honey-sweet voice.

“Whatever,” You groan and turn on your heel. In your office desk are two extra copies of each actors’ script for emergencies, but a simple text from Henry would’ve sufficed; this is hardly life or death.

‘Hey, never got my script. Can you bring a copy in the morning?’ So damn easy.

You turn your head back when Henry’s heavy footsteps hit your hardwood floors. “Hey, I didn’t say you could come in,” You snap, eyebrows drawn together.

“What kind of person would leave their guest outside?”

The sass in his tone makes you want to pull your hair right out of your scalp. “You’re not my guest,” You say, but your blatant aggravation does nothing to hinder him and his body is a foot away from yours before you know it. Inches he has on you forces you to look up just to meet the smirk on his face.

“Stop acting like you hate me,” He says as he reaches a hand to grab yours.

“Excuse me?!” You quickly swat that hand away. “I am not acting like anything! Any negative feelings you are sensing from me are one hundred percent genuine.”

Henry scoffs and crosses his arms once again. “Oh, please.”

Your jaw drops in disbelief. He is unbelievable. Everything he does, everything he says, everything he is has had the power to make your whole body shake since the day you met him. “God, I can’t stand you!”

Walking away from him for the office, he follows close behind. “You know what, you’re not all that great either!” He yells at your back as you open the drawer of your desk to shuffle through the scripts. “You yap all damn day, talking to everyone else on set and making them laugh! You shoot that pretty smile in any direction and people flock to you like deranged birds!”

“So!” You pull out the script and hand it to Henry. Without giving it a glance, he snatches it from you and tosses it back on the oak wood surface of the desk.

“So? You’re distracting them from their jobs! We could probably get things done twice as fast if you weren’t around!”

“That’s—”

“And you are annoyingly beautiful!” He harshly interrupts. “Annoyingly! The men we work with will not shut up about it and I’m sick of listening to them talk about you the way they do! I end up hearing your name more times in a day than I hear my own, and I get called upon every five seconds! I’m practically forced to think about you!”

You blink at the increase in volume that makes the thin walls of your home quiver.

“I don’t know how many times your face manages to flash in my mind in the course of a week, but it’s starting to get to me!”

Your hands rise in disbelief before they slap back down to your sides. “That’s not my fault! But you’re one to talk! You’re well aware you’re ridiculously, unnaturally hot, and I fucking hate it! The women we work with won’t shut up about you. And you think I’m annoying? Imagine being surrounded by a pack of idiots that go on and on about how amazing you are, when the truth is, you’re so arrogant I can’t stand to be within two feet of you!”

When you try to walk past him, his hand wraps tightly around your upper arm. “Hey!”

“Leave me alone! I hate you!” You snarl at the rage in his eyes and try to shake him off you.

“You don’t hate me.”

You glare up at him. “Oh no?”

He gapes at you, seemingly stunned you have the gall to challenge him. The grip on your arm loosens until you are free. Winding his fingers through his chocolate locks, Henry shakes his head and clenches his jaw. “You are so...”

“So what? So irritating? So infuriating?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“If I’m such a problem, then go.” Ignoring his words, you point a finger in the general direction of the nearest exit.

“You want me to leave?”

“Yes! Of course, I do!”

He quirks an eyebrow and cocks his head. “So you’re going to grab me with your tiny hands and throw me through the front door, is that right?”

“I can’t fucking lift you!” You yell.

“Then I’m staying!”

“I think you’re really not! You can’t just demand to stay here! That’s not how this works!”

“Why can’t you just—God damn it!” He stomps his way back into the living room, script forgotten, and reaches for the doorknob. You follow him and let out an exhausted breath of relief, but Henry whips around to you again before you have time to revel in the feeling. “You know what, no. I’m not going anywhere until we settle this bullshit between us. I’m not going to argue with you anymore. I’m not going to act like I dislike you. I’m not going to keep playing this game, because it’s clearly not getting me anywhere; in fact, it’s doing the opposite.”

“Getting you anywhere?” You mumble.

“This whole thing is fucking bullshit and I’m over it.” He swallows. “Tell me what I did.”

“What?”

“You keep saying you hate me but have never given me a reason, so what did I do?”

Your jaw drops. “Are you kidding? You were just telling me I suck at my job, yet at the same time you don’t think I have a reason to be mad. You glare at me during work, you act like I’m an inconvenience, you—”

“That’s not what I mean.” Henry grabs your hand, and for a reason you couldn’t place, you allow it this time. “At the beginning, when we met, what was it that caused a problem between us? I’ve gone over our first meeting in my head about a thousand times and cannot figure out how I upset you so much that you’re still mad after months.”

You slip your fingers out of his palm, looking to the floor.

“Please just tell me,” He begs. “Please, I--”

“You sleep with the women you work with.” You spit out.

When he stares at you in confusion, you wince and say, “I have this friend…kinda. She was an extra on Hellraiser and claimed that you slept with nearly every woman on set, herself included. When I told her I got this job she said you’d probably try to get in my pants if I wasn’t careful, and I’m not cautious enough about men as it is, so—”

“You were mad at me before we met for something I didn’t even do?” He isn’t angry or looking at you like you’ve lost your mind; more like he can’t believe that was all it was. As if he had a simple solution to the problem that planted its roots deep into the both of you months prior.

“Whether or not you did, it’s not like you’ve been an angel to me anyway,” You say.

“Because I fucking panic when someone I want doesn’t want me! And you’ve made it very clear that you do not want me! You always seem so angry and…and I’m not very smooth, ok!? I say shit I don’t mean!”

“So you do want to get in my pants?”

“No!” He says quickly, then after a beat, sighs. “Yes.”

You give no response, so he continues.

“I swear, despite how idiotic I have acted, I really like you, and I don’t know who your friend is or why she would tell you I slept with a bunch of women on set, but I didn’t.”

You have to look away from him. His eyes hold too much sincerity and all it does is confuse you. You have spent too much time pissed to feel comfortable with the idea that it was potentially all for no reason, so you hug your arms across your middle and take a step back from him.

“Y/N, we need to talk about this.”

You shake your head. “I can’t right now.”

“Y/N—”

“It’s late, Henry. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You won’t meet his stare but can see from your peripherals his head slowly nod. You don’t look up until your front door closes softly behind him.

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You spend the earliest hours of the next morning sipping coffee before everyone else arrives for work, wondering if the night before actually happened or if it had just been a very realistic messy mix of a dream and a nightmare.

The sun rises and you watch as it ascends each inch until it’s planted high enough in the sky to warm your skin. He’d be here soon, looking for you, wanting answers for any questions you hadn’t given him the chance to ask.

So, what, he likes me now? He wants me? You can’t wrap your head around it. But you suppose it makes as much sense as you saying you hate him when really what you’ve been is nervous. You don’t want to be used again by some man with more power than you. Pulling yourself out of that hole was hard enough and you have no desire to trip and fall right back in.

“Y/N. You’re here early.”

You jump at the first voice to interrupt the peaceful silence. It was the last moment you’ll have to yourself for the next fifteen hours at least.

Turning your head, you smile at your boss. “Morning, Em.”

“Henry’s here early, too,” She says. “He asked me to let him know when you came in, but seeing as you’re already here, you think you could just head to his trailer now?”

No, you want to say. I’m not ready. “Sure.” You half-heartedly smile, dumping the last of your coffee in the nearest trash can.

Each crunchy step along the gravel to Henry’s trailer feels less sturdy than the one before. Though, he isn’t in his trailer when you find him, but standing out in a grassy patch, throwing a ball to Em’s dog, Leo. It makes your heart pump hard to see him so casually soft. It’s the first time you are looking at him when his eyes aren’t already on you.

Leo loyally returns the ball to Henry three more times before you gather the nerve to step up to his side.

“Em said you wanted to see me.”

You notice him hold in a breath when he registers your voice, then tossing the ball once more, he says, “I’d have gone looking for you myself if I knew you were here.”

You nod, but you’ve yet to look at one another.

“The makeup artists are gonna have a blast today trying to make me look decent,” He says.

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t sleep all night. I spent it trying to figure out what to say to you but came up short.”

You scratch behind Leo’s large ears when he nudges your legs with his head. Henry gently grins, though you don’t see it. You shrug. “At least you don’t have as many scenes today.”

Henry chuckles. “That’s true.”

“I couldn’t think of anything to say to you either,” You say.

A moment passes as he blows out a deep sigh.

“Y/N…I don’t want to act like it didn’t happen. I know that’s what is easiest, but I meant what I said. The good parts, not the shit about you sucking at your job. You’re the best at your job.”

Finally meeting his eyes, the corners of your lips curve up just a bit.

“But I don’t expect you to feel the same about me.”

“Henry…”

He shakes his head and throws the ball for Leo after the pups persistent whimpering. “I’m not going to make things hard for you. Filming is almost over anyway and if you want, I’ll try to bother you as little as I can. I’m sorry I’ve been an ass, it’s just…you like everyone around here except me, but I’ve liked you more than anyone else since the moment we met. It’s no excuse--”

“It’s ok.”

He looks at you. “It’s not.”

“It is.” Without thinking, you place a hand on his arm. He stares at the touch you give him as you continue. “I didn’t have a good reason for treating you like I hate you, not really.”

“So, you don’t…hate me?”

“…No.” You look away in shame. “And I have a better explanation for that.”

He blinks, clearly relieved that every horrible thing he figured you felt for him was not, in your heart, the truth. “You don’t owe me one.”

“I slept with my boss once,” You rush out. “And, um…got the same warning as I did with you: sleeps with the other women he works with, will try to do the same with me. He did and I let him because I thought he liked me, but…no. All it did was make me feel like an idiot in the end.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I made a mistake.” You shrug. And suddenly, admitting that out loud, confiding in someone, knocks some of the painful gears in your head loose. You’d never told anyone the truth about your past. “Look, this is going to sound really odd but,” You swallow. “…Don’t stop bothering me.”

“Wait,” He turns his body fully to you. “What?”

Your lips thin, but then you smile, inch up on your toes, and go to kiss his cheek. All you wanted to do was provide a little reassurance, to let him know that you now forgive every misunderstanding between you, but the kiss lands a little too far to the right and covers the end of his mouth.

Immediately, you pull back a few centimeters and feel heat flushing your cheeks, but Henry tilts his head the slightest. He takes a breath, giving you a chance to pull back further, but when you make no move to abandon him, he connects your lips again.

It feels good. He feels good. So good it shocks you how much you don’t want it to end. And when you part your lips and his tongue touches yours, you can’t stop your hands from sliding up his chest before roping around his neck and tugging him closer. Only then does he greedily grab at your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh through the fabric of your t-shirt.  

Leo’s bark separates you minutes later, though you’re reluctant to allow it. You glance at the dog, chuckling at his rapidly wagging tail as he watches the scene before him. But when you look back to Henry, his eyes are already glued to you, their hue a little brighter and a small smile on his face.

“I’ll bother you as much as you like,” He says and tucks a wayward strand of hair behind your ear.

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*reposted for tag testing reasons.