#I want to show my appreciation to these people!

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My Husband - Theo Nott x wife read

Description: The one thing that drives Theo literally crazy is when you call him "my husband"

Word count: 1.1k words

Warnings: violence - Theo getting into a fight, swearing, possessiveness, slight harassment

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Call him self-centred. If there was one thing Theo loved hearing you say, most of all, it was two words, so simple that everyone else would hardly pay them any attention. "My husband" Yes, that's right, your husband, he would think.

Once you realised what it did to him it was basically a get out of jail free card.

He's mad? "my grumpy husband," you'd say, his frown relaxed, the smile that itched the corners of his lips tells you what it needs to.

You want money? "My darling husband, your wife needs to shop" you'd softly say with your palm out, while he practically falls over himself finding you his wallet.

It was about to exceed your expectations, indeed in public, and not directed towards him at all.

You and Theo navigated through the thick crowd of people, occasionally greeting old friends, at a gala, before Theodore left you to fetch you both a drink.

Patiently waiting for Theo's return, content, until you feel a tap on your shoulder, turning around to find Vincent Crabbe with a sly grin as his hand reached towards you to offer a drink.

"No, thank you, Theo's on his way with my drink" you politely decline

"Oh come on, take it" he insists, coming closer

You unintentionally breathed out an annoyed sigh. Crabbe was just like this in school too, so relentlessly determined to start something with you.

"Crabbe, please don't make me say no again, we both know it won't end well" You smile, your lips closing even tighter this time as you inch away from the unwanted company

"It's habit, you know, the things I'd would do if I- I-I've always wanted just, one, chance" he desperately, almost drunkenly admits, coming so close that you can smell his lunch on his breath

"Yes well, I suggest you kick the habit now, considering my husband’s leniency spreads thin after one blow" You quickly say before stepping back, Theodores hands catch your waist, moving you behind him, as he steps forward, now closer to Crabbe face than he tried to get to yours.

"See Crabbe, I heard that last sentence my wife spoke, and" Theo started, synchronised with his hands rolling up his white linen shirt to his elbows

"- I don't like the way she sounded. Her tone almost scared, Crabbe, wouldn't you agree?" He continued as he backed him into a corner, you followed close behind, watching your husband unfold.

"The sort of scared that you're showing in your face right now, that's the scared I hear in my wife's voice when you were exceedingly flirting with her. Would you agree with that too?" he says his anger rising, his jaw tensing.

"N-No, I mean yes, yes, or no, no! I-" Crabbe stumbled on his words as quickly as he was stumbling over his overworking feet, all ability to flee from Theodore was impossible

Theo had weighed up his opinions but every time he blinked he saw red, hearing your voice repeating 'my husband’s leniency'. It was a reminder of who he was to you, who you are to him, something to protect by any means, that's when he fist acted before his words, clashing into the side of Crabbe's face twice.

Crabbe now on the floor, Theo dropped one more blow directly to his mouth, his wedding ring marking his the skin below his nose "See how well your mouth works now with a busted lip, you piece of shit" He spatout as he left his wounded foe.

"Are you ok? Come on" Theo's brows upturned, frantically worried he missed the worst of your conversation with Crabbe.

"I'm fine, let's get out of here" you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

...

Now home and safe in bed, Theo stared straight ahead, taking his hands in yours, you gently place delicate kisses to his busted knuckles.

"Baby" he almost whispers out, if your weren't paying such cautious attention to him you might have missed it.

Clawing on top of him you move your hands to his face as his hands take a strong grip of each side of your hips.

"I know" you soothe

Before you can add to the comfort, Theodore's lips lock yours.

The kiss needy, greedy and possessive.

His mouth moving down to your neck, "you know how much I love when you do this shit" he says behind wet hot breathes "Do what?" you smile

"call me your husband" he growls

"You are my husband" you beam, as the words leave your mouth, his hands dig into your thigh like a deathgrip

"I fucking know" he whimpers.

You feel him shift beneath you, his body humming under your touch like a live wire, each kiss, each word, only spurring him on further. It was like a thread inside him snapped every time you repeated the words.

His grip tightened, enough to bruise if you stayed like that too long, but you only welcomed it, sinking against him as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in like he needed you to survive.

"My girl," he muttered harshly against your skin, voice cracking, almost desperate. "My wife."

You thread your fingers into his hair, giving a gentle tug that earns a guttural sound from deep in his chest. Theo had always had this temper, but this part of him, raw and pleading, always followed his outbursts.

"All yours," you whisper back, lips brushing his ear, the words an oath. Theo pulls away enough for your eyes to meet his.

"You scared me," he says, voice hoarse. "When I saw you, when I heard you. I could've fucking killed him."

"I know," you murmur again, stroking the side of his face with your thumb, the bruised knuckles resting against your hip.

"I fucking should've" his eyes exploring your own as if he was searching for reassurance

"I'd do it again," he continues

You smile, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth

"I know," you repeat

Theo’s hands roamed now, slower, more deliberate. His nose brushes yours before his lips dip to kiss your cheeks all over

"Say it again," he mumbles.

You knew entirely what he meant

"My husband." flashing his your wedding ring

And just like that, the air leaves his lungs in one, broken exhale, as if the words physically knocked the breath out of his body.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath, pulling you flush against him, "I’m done for."

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AUTHOR NOTE:

HIIIIIII my lovelies. Getting back into writing, starting with something small-ish, my apologies if it's not up to scratch, first time writing in months LOLLL. Also, this is unread or unedited.

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All my love,

B <3.

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❝ temptation.❞  ‎ elias ‘stack’ moore x black!fem oc

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… modern!au, tension, flirting, cunnilingus (cause every man in this movie is a muncher!) black!fem oc, explicit sexual content.

ooo. ���𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… where a good girl falls into temptation after she meets elias ‘stack’ moore.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… soooo i wanted to try something different and do a modern!au with stack. (smoke’s still my favorite twin. the real girlies get it!) but i wanted to challenge myself a bit here.. this idea honestly came out of nowhere. i opened a03 and just started typing and somewhere down the line it became a one shot with 5k+ words?? 😭 also just wanted to say tysm for all of the love on my other fics. smoke and annie are near and dear to my heart and i’m glad you guys enjoyed my interpretations/writings for them. just a fair warning, the girl in this is very unserious but who wouldn’t be if you saw a vampire that looked like mbj! requests are open so send in something if you’d like — just keep in mind of my rules. anyway. likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated! ◡̈

“he’s dangerous. if you had any common sense you’d stay away from him.” their words seemed portent at first; a precautionary warning that had her wary of him. she didn’t know him but she’s heard enough stories about him to know that he was feared by everyone. his reputation was something akin of their town’s own boogeyman or freddy kreuger — he was dangerous, menacing and someone to be fearful of.

cleo hadn’t been in town long enough to know if his reputation superseded him or if the rumor’s held some weight of validity in them but her curiosity was piqued to meet the guy that had people hurriedly locking their doors when the sun went down and removing the welcome mats off of their front porches.

at first, she wondered if everyone in town had collectively decided to pull a prank on her as some sort of initiation or simply for their own amusement. because to her elias moore seemed more like a ghost than a vampire. she lurked outside after hours, even against their warnings — completely foolish and naive, but she never saw him around.

she doesn’t know why she wants to see him so bad, maybe it’s because everyone else has and she feels strangely left out. or maybe it’s because she needs to see for herself if there was a world where mythical creatures existed outside of the cheesy television shows she used to watch and the books that she read. but much to her dismayed defeat, time continued on with her being the only one who had yet to meet the feared elias moore.

“what does he look like?” she asked, feigning innocence behind her curiosity that her best friend, naomi easily sees through and narrows a pointed glare at her. “what? i just want to know in case i see him around somewhere!” she murmurs with a halfhearted shrug. it didn’t seem like an actual possibility with how she hadn’t so far, but she didn’t want naomi to know that she was willingly seeking him out.

naomi sighs, pursing her lips as she tapped her manicured fingers against her thigh. after a moment’s contemplation, she reveals: “i’ve only seen him around a few times. he doesn’t look like any of those sick looking vampire that you see on tv. he’s actually…fine.” at this, cleo’s eyebrows raise in amusement at her friend’s description. “he has this look about him that makes you weak in the knees whenever he smiles at you. it’s effortlessly sexy and his eyes — just don’t look in them too long cause you’re gonna find yourself wanting him to turn you into a vampire too just so you can spend the rest of eternity with him. i’m only telling you this because you asked, but don’t go around asking anyone else about him. you don’t want your daddy finding out about it.”

cleo nodded in agreement, but still found her mind wandering about him. she knows that naomi’s right, her overly religious father would have an aneurysm if he’d found out that she was asking questions about the town’s social pariah. but that didn’t stop her from visualizing him through naomi’s description.

she’s only ever heard of naomi speaking negatively about elias so for her to refer to him as fine despite her disliking of him had intrigued cleo. “yeah, you’re right. i was just curious but now i know.”

naomi’s pointed glare deepens, like she doesn’t fully believe cleo. “girl…stay away from him for your own good. trust me. i know another girl who was curious about him just like you are and she got turned.” cleo wonders if she’s just saying that to scare her away, but surprisingly it doesn’t.

“i hear you,” naomi hums in acknowledgment but thankfully doesn’t reprimand her any further about her curiosity.

…

sometimes cleo makes smart decisions.

when it came to school and her grades, everything was always calculated in her mind for her to choose the best possible outcome. she was annoying obsessive like that — always planning ahead, analyzing and assessing even the most mundane things that infiltrated her life. but other times, on seldom occasions, she makes not-so-smart decisions; one’s that has her acting impulsively and deviating from her normally pristine behavior.

she was supposed to be going back to her dorm room to get ready for a party that she was planning on going to with naomi. it was twelve o’clock and she had just finished an exasperating nine hour bartending shift with annoying alcoholics flirting with her and their heady, glossed over eyes staring at her ass in the tight fitted jeans that she was wearing.

her dad was less than pleased about her place of employment, but he knew that she needed extra money to pay for her clothes, shoes, hair and other miscellaneous items so he refrained from making any comments anytime she she complained about a customer or the minimal pay that she was getting.

cleo was closing the bar; wiping down the sticky counters, recounting the money in the register and overturning the chairs when she looks up and sees him. he’s standing across the street but even with the distance set between them she can feel the smolder of his gaze as he looked at her. cleo stands there for a brief moment just staring back at him until she mustered enough courage to make her way to the front door.

the overhead bell rings in a soft bellow as she pushes the door open. the humidity of the mississippi air sticks against her skin as soon as she steps outside. but even with its scorching temperatures, elias’ stare pierces deeper and has her skin burning. when she steps outside, she sees him making his way towards her — his gait was stealth and calculated.

she feels goosebumps prickle along her skin, air catches in her lungs and warmth curls around her neck as he sauntered closer. the first thing that she noticed was that although naomi had been right in her description of him, she had greatly undermined it. he wasn’t just fine; he was handsome and she could already feel her knees buckling weakly beneath her just at the sight of him. the second thing she notices is his eyes and the phosphorescent glow of red in his pupils. when he finally reaches her, he stands athwart from her and slowly drags his eyes over her body. his eyes find hers again and for a moment she wonders if she could hear the hastened beating of her heart.

“it’s kinda late for you to be out here ain’t it?” he posits and the deepened drawl of his southern accent somehow makes him more attractive.

cleo swallows a shaky breath, nodding. “i’m closing up the bar. we just closed about ten minutes ago,”

he raises his brows, trailing his eyes somewhere offside. “and they just left you to do it by yourself? don’t they know it’s dangerous people out here? vampires walkin’ about like they’re humans.” he says with sarcasm lilting in his voice and clicks his tongue against his teeth with a reprimanding tsk that follows.

cleo juts her chin outwardly. “i’m more than capable of handling myself.” she rebuttals, her hand perched on her hip as she looked at him.

his eyes find hers again and he smirks impishly, nodding his head. “i’m sure.” he says; and it’s something hidden in the way that he says it that has her cheeks warming again. a moment passes between them as he stares at her with an intrigued expression worn on his face. “you ain’t scared of me,” it’s more of a statement than a question, though she knows it’s intended to be the latter.

he sounds and looks surprised by this, that he’d finally encountered someone that didn’t run away when they saw him. “am i supposed to be?” she was more attracted to him than anything, unable to stop looking at his lips and his bared fangs that peeked out from his mouth.

he shrugs, “everyone else is.”

“well i’m not everyone else,” at that he doesn’t respond, only smirks at her again making the butterflies she feels in her stomach somersault deeper. cleo bites her lip as she looks over her shoulder towards the bar. ‘don’t ever invite him in anywhere, that’s how he gets you.’ she ignores her father’s words, pushing them to the back of her mind. “you wanna come in?”

he raises another brow, “you want me to come inside?” this time it’s her that shrugs and he only gives her a brief dubious look of contemplation before he’s following her inside of the bar at her open invitation. she could feel his eyes honed in on her ass and unlike with the drunken middle aged men from before, she isn’t repulsed at the realization.

“you know, at first i thought people were lying about who you are. it seemed like everyone knew what you looked like except for me.” she says, folding her arms against her chest and watching his eyes lower to her perked breast. she bites on her lip, intrigued.

“you were lookin’ for me?”

she nods briefly, “i wanted to know what you looked like.”

he walks towards her until he’s standing directly in front of her; way closer than he was when they were standing outside and it catches her slightly off guard. “well now that you have…whatchu think?” the remark is undeniably coquettish — the soft murmur of it accompanied by the lascivious look that he’s giving her has her pinned beneath his gaze.

“i think you’re not as scary as people make you out to be,” she responds; avoiding the answer that she knows he was truly searching for. but he settles for this one too, indulging in her retreat.

“you think you can make that assumption from a five minute conversation? what if i am like everyone says?” the air between them shifts into this palpable tension; hot and undeniable. he takes a few more steps forward until he’s hovering his heightened figure over her. she cranes her neck to look up at him, “i could bite you right now and you wouldn’t be able to do anythin’ about it”

“if you wanted to you would’ve done it outside,” she rebuttals, seeing the twitch of his curled upper lip.

“maybe i like playin’ with my food before i eat it.” and the innuendo behind his words has her breath hitching.

her skin pricks with goosebumps again at his teasing words. elias takes immediate notice of it; his nostrils flare as he inhales sharply with his heightened senses. and it takes a moment for her to realize that he must smell something radiating off of her body — arousal? excitement? — because he’s chuckling and licking his lips as he reached his hand out and brushed it over her hip. she shivers, not out of fear but of arousal. “and you sure as hell look and smell good enough to eat.”

cleo’s mouth gapes the only audible sound that comes out is a soft gasp. it’s the sound of her phone ringing that suddenly clefts through the tension hanging in the air. she jumps, startled, looking at elias whose eyes narrow at her phone like he’s inwardly cursing it for its intrusion. she reluctantly moves out of his grasp and walks over to pick up her phone that was sat at the edge of the counter.

picking up the phone she sees that it’s a text from naomi asking where she’s at. she’d gotten so distracted with elias that she forgot that she was supposed to meet naomi at their dorm room half an hour ago. she types a quick message in response, telling her that closing up took longer than expected and that she should go ahead to the party without her and that she would just meet her there instead.

she looks up from her phone at the same time elias is already walking out of the door, the sound of the bell ringing announces his departure as cleo stands there with her mind replaying their interaction.

…

a week passes before she sees him again. he’s standing outside of the door; staring, watching, waiting. she walks towards the entrance and holds the door open, beckoning him forward. “come in,” he walks inside as she closes the door behind him.

“you weren’t here the other night.” he says, catching her slightly by surprise. had he been looking for her this time instead of the other way around?

“oh, yeah. i was off. i don’t work on tuesdays and thursdays,” she explains watching as he nodded before looking away with a sheepish expression. after their last encounter, she spent the entire week thinking about him — how he looked at her, how his hand felt against her bare skin. cleo didn’t understand how she developed such a quick attraction for him, especially when she didn’t even give human boys any time of the day, but something about him was different.

naomi was right, all it took was one look from him and cleo found herself a fallen victim to his charm. “why aren’t you scared of me?”

she’s taken aback again, even more so than the first time. “why do you want me to be?” she challenges, noticing the pull of his jaw as he clenches it shut.

“your daddy’s a preacher ain’t he?” she furrows her brow, curious to know how he’d figured that out without her telling him. “how you think he’d react if he knew you were stayin’ behind after work to talk to me?”

ah, so that’s what this is about.

“well aside from me being grown and fully capable of making my own decisions, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” and she would definitely keep this secret from him for his sake and hers. “elias—”

“stack.” he interrupts to correct her.

“elias,” she says, unmoored by his correction. he gives her a look but listens as she continued. “i’m not talking to you because i’m trying to prove something to my dad or anyone else here.”

“then why are you?”

“because i want to.” she exasperates, frowning slightly. “why is that so hard for you to believe?”

“because you don’t know what you’re gettin’ yourself into,” elias retorts through a forewarning tone that sounded all too familiar of her family and friends who initially warned her away from him. he was right, aside from the fictionalized information that she got through old cw shows she used to frequently watch, she didn’t understand the depth and complications that came along with being a vampire. but her interest in elias made her want to know more — she wanted the truth and all its ugliness.

“then show me.”

…

elias stack moore had a tarnished reputation way before he got bit and transformed into a vampire. albeit he was the more level headed of the two, the smoke-stack twins were well known for their violent behavior and short fused tempers. their involvement with the notorious al capone and then stack becoming involved in a near ritualistic slaughter hadn’t done anything to ease anyone’s perception of him. his reputation expanded over the near century with people reciting tales of his life; often times dramatizing it completely.

but regardless of the half-truths or stack’s solemn search for penance — he still remained feared to the point where people would refrain from staying outside at night too long just to avoid him. he kept mostly to himself, only indulging in his sexual needs with a few other vampires that lived amongst the town. if he did leave his house, he made sure it was brief just to avoid any inadvertent run in’s.

he knew he was feared and had stories told about him that would give kids nightmares. but she was surprisingly the only one that didn’t tremble in fear when she saw him or tightly clutch her cross necklace and recite scripture from the bible in hopes it would protect them and keep him away like everyone else did. instead of running she gravitated towards him; accepting and intrigued by him in a way he hadn’t felt before.

he was wary at first of getting close to her.

she had a reputation as the preacher’s sweet and innocent daughter. he could only imagine the outcry that would erupt if anyone were to find out that she had been talking to him. but cleo insisted that she didn’t care and expressed interest in wanting to see/know him — all of him. so he invited her to his house.

she came over at work — still dressed in those tight jeans and that cropped shirt that accentuated her lithe physique — all wide eyed and innocent and fucking gorgeous.

as soon as she stepped over the threshold and inside, he felt something shift in the air as he realized that she was the first girl he’d ever invited into his house. he watches her as she looks around spectatingly, crouching over a bit with her hands on her knees to look at the display of photos that he had. “your brother?” she asks rhetorically as she looked at the candid black-and-white photograph that he had of him and smoke taken years back during the time of their youth.

stack nods tersely, pursing his lips in a moue.

and he’s grateful that she notices his reluctance and doesn’t prod any further because even though it’s been over a century since his brother’s death, it was still hurt carrying him around in his memories.

it’s stack who segues the conversation, now turning the spotlight on her. “you said you wanted me to show you, so what do you wanna know?”

cleo bites her lip in thought. stack’s mind is briefly distracted with how sexy she looks that he doesn’t initially hear her question until she asks it again.

“it took me a while to learn how to do it. i taught myself most of what i know, the guy who turned my ex that turned me didn’t teach me much. but it’s the first thing i taught myself.”

she nods, biting on her lip again as she lowered her eyes in a shy chagrin. “so that night at the bar…when you sniffed me what did you smell?”

“you really wanna know?” she looks up, almost contemplative, but nods. “lust. your hormones were all over the place.” her expression’s caught somewhere between mortification and a grimace. “my hearin’ is heightened too…i can hear your heart beatin’ fast as hell. you nervous?”

at her nod, he posits. “cause of me? why do i make you nervous?” he takes a preemptive step towards her, closing the distance between them. he hears her pulse quicken. smells the saltiness of sweat underneath the floral saccharine of her perfume.

she doesn’t respond, only looks at him underneath her lashes. “what else do want me to show you, cleo?” her breath hitches, eyes flit from his lips back up to his eyes in a quick maneuver. her heart beats louder and the smell of her arousal is so thick that he can almost taste it on his tongue. he inhales her scent; feeling his own arousal mix with hers.

he sees her throat stretch as she swallows.

…

it’s almost feral how he bares an arm around her waist and tugged her body closer to his. she gasps a bit at his onslaught — startled by the abruptness of his movements, but she’s immediately relaxing into his embrace the moment he brushes his mouth against hers. he kisses her with a ravenous vigor, sliding his tongue over the cupping of her lower lip as a terse plea for entry. she whimpers before she succumbs to his prowess, slacking her jaw wider as he intertwined their tongues.

his kisses are bruising and greedy to the point where he steals all the air that was in her lungs. it’s a slip of tongues and a crash of teeth messily colliding, through guttural groans and breathy whimpers. stack’s arms tighten their hold around her before lowering to her ass. he squeezes her through her jeans before giving it a firm smack; smirking at the way it ricocheted. he gives it another hard squeeze as his mouth nipped at the exposed flesh of her neck. “tell me what you want,” he rasps; gruff and throaty, his breath hot against her skin.

his lips pucker as he nipped at her skin; sucking deep, purple love-bites all over. (and it feels so good that she doesn’t even care that she’ll have to cover up the evidence of his markings with makeup to hide from her father and naomi.) she grips the back of his head, holding him against her as she fluttered her lashes and indulged in the pleasure.

“this,” she whispered, voice shaky, body trembling with an intense want. he groans against her neck; alternating between nipping and sucking. and he gets too into it because she hears a low sound that mimics a growl and feels the sharpness of his fangs grazing her clavicle. she gasps, taken back and he’s immediately recoiling — looking up at her with his swollen lips and lidded eyes.

“fuck. i-i’m sorry, i didn’t mean—sometimes when i get too excited it happens. but i wasn’t trying to…” he’s panicking, careening apologies to her. but she’s sliding her mouth over his and kissing him deeply with fervor.

“it’s okay,” she whispers, still pecking at his lips.

stack furrows his brow, “yeah?”

“just don’t bite too hard.”

he nods, lightly grazing his teeth into the softness of her flesh. he nibbles at her neck with the tip of his bared fangs biting deliciously into her skin. the pain is sharp but still pleasurable enough to have her eyes rolling to the back of her head. his hands make their way to the front of her body, sliding over her abdomen and hovering at the waistband of her jeans. she breathes softly through her parted lips, emanating a whimper when he bites into her lower lip. “you smell so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs, reaching his hands between the crux of her thighs and sliding his thumb over her slit — passing the pleasure over the seam of her jeans.

her underwear suddenly becomes sticky with her arousal and knowing that he could smell it on her was sending her over the edge. she feels this incessant pleasure building; coiling in her stomach and spreading through the heat of the place where she desired him the most. “can i taste you?” at her consenting nod, he maneuvers them towards the couch and eases her down onto the cushion.

he pries their wet lips apart with a ‘smack’, a string of saliva draws at their disconnection. she holds the smother head of his gaze, watching as he lowers to his knees. “lift your hips up for me,” he murmurs, already working at the buttons and zippers of her pants that loosen around her hips.

she concedes, arching her hips off of the couch just enough so that stack’s hands are able to tug the tight fitted fabric over her hips and down her thighs. “look at you,” he says; marveling at the sight of her arousal. the dark spot is visible against her pink underwear — soddening through the fabric. “already so wet and ready for me.” he kisses the inside of her thighs, nudging the bridge of his nose against her cunt.

she shivers through a moan, it’s just the barest of contact but she’s hypersensitive to his touch. his deft fingers pull at her ruined underwear, sliding them down her legs and absentmindedly throwing them aside so that she’s sat completely bare in front of him.

her cheeks warm at her vulnerability.

stack’s hand brushes against her calf as he gripped her leg and hefted it easily over his left shoulder. his eyes hone in on her cunt as she spreads open; staring in awe at the slick that’s gathered between her folds. he grabs at her other leg, barring it around his right shoulder until he’s got a perfect position of her cunt displayed in front of him.

cleo arches her hips slightly, holding herself upright as she rests the palms of her hand against the cushions. her heartbeat quickens at the desire that grows, palpable and thick in its emerging, sending another jolting throb directly into her cunt. she could feel the wisps of his breath as he leaned in. he brushes a teasing kiss against her thigh, humming softly at the way she shivers in response.

he nudged himself closer towards her cunt; pressing soft kisses against her skin in passing before he finally reaches the place where he could smell the the evidence of her want. he presses a kiss against it and she shudders, feeling the tension roll down her spine and curl into her toes. she doesn’t even have a moment to gather her bearings, because then he’s flattening his tongue and licking her up from the back of her perineum to her clitoris. “oh—fuck. s-stack,” she bellows a soft cry of pleasure, her hands grip into the couch to seek purchase.

and when he reaches the over sensitive bud, he puckers his swollen lips and sucks her into his mouth; skillfully using his tongue to massage her clit. she feels the texture of his tongue stimulating her clit, sending an overwhelming wave of pleasure burning through the crevices of her body. her breath catches in her throat and she’s shivering so hard that stack has to pull his mouth away to remind her to breathe.

she nods numbly, blinking through the fogginess of her vision. she parts her lips and exhaled shakily; attempting to lull her breathing. “grind your hips against my face,” she whimpers, reaching a hand up to hold the back of his neck to anchor herself as she slowly rolled her hips against his face.

“ohmygo—” the added pressure of his nose and tongue assaulting her clit has her dizzy. his hands grip her hips, fingers dig into the meat of her thighs holding her against him.

he makes his way up her vulva; pausing right before he reached her clit and increased the pressure so that the base of his tongue was forced slightly under her clit. he slows his movements, unrelentingly in his ravenous feat as he holds the pressure there. she grinds against him again, shaky, still trembling through her movements as she buried his face deeper into her cunt.

she could hear the lewd stickiness of her slick as he licked up her pussy; could see it glistening over his face — a messy mixture of her arousal and his saliva dripping down his chin. she’s already shaking towards her release but then he grazes his fangs softly against her clit and she’s suddenly bellowing out cries of pleasure as she cums.

she pulsates around his tongue, the tension tugs in her lower belly. he slides his thumb through her slickness, watching as she haphazardly falls backwards against the couch cowering away from the overstimulation. stack pulls away, lapping his tongue around his mouth as he licked up the remnants of her slick. “you okay?” he asked through a rasped breath, watching as she laid there in a dazed stupor.

she nods, just barely, feeling the heaviness of her breathing begin to lull. cleo never thought that someone as smart as her would be drawn into the temptation from a vampire, but here she was — with her cunt still throbbing around nothing, legs and body completely spent, eyes looking at his face that’s covered in her juices, and it entices her.

and it’s then that she realizes that she was totally and completely fucked. he’d warned her that she didn’t know what she would be getting herself into if she became involved with him but with the way he ate her pussy out so good and had her wanting more, cleo realized that she was willing to test the boundaries of her restraint.

…

cleo didn’t like lying, she’s always prided herself about being a truthful person regardless of the repercussions that could follow. she didn’t like people lying to her so in return, she treated everyone with the same decency of respect and remained truthful about everything. it’s not until she starts dating stack that lying easily becomes integrated into her life.

she goes to church with her father every sunday, sits in the front pew and listens as he recites sermons and scriptures about demons and evils that plagued the world. it guilted her knowing that he was wistfully unaware of the fact that she was bedding with someone he referred to as one of the demons that walked amongst them, but the way he made her feel was better than anything she’s ever experienced before.

so she keeps the secret buried deeply, and listens halfheartedly at his preachings as she finds her mind wandering on stack again. it’s easier to hide behind her fib with her father, but naomi’s naturally pestering curiosity always gets the better of her and a simple response of “i already have something planned.” does not offer enough of a rational explanation for her.

“you’ve been acting weird these past few weeks…” she acknowledges with a skeptical brow and pursed lips. she narrows her gaze in on cleo who desperately hopes that she doesn’t look too hard enough to see the hickies stack sucked on her shoulder and breast the other night. “you’re here during the day, but always sneak out to go somewhere at night like you’re meeting someone,” she accents, her perception’s dangerously close to discovering cleo’s secret.

“i’m not.” the lie falls disbelieving to both of their ears. naomi gives her a narrowed look, tilting her head. she bites on her lip in contemplation, sighing softly as she concedes. “okay! but you can’t say anything to anyone especially not my dad.”

naomi gives her a bemused look but nods.

“i might be seeing someone,” cleo murmurs, averting her eyes to naomi to see her eyebrows raise. “i am seeing someone. but don’t ask who! because i’m not going to tell you who it is. i’m only telling you this because i know you wouldn’t stop hounding me if i didn’t.”

naomi stands there quiet, considering her words. “is he married?”

“what!?” cleo beseeches, frowning at her friend’s absurd accusation. “girl, no! i am not a fucking homewrecker!”

“hey, it’s a fair assumption!” naomi rebuttals, raising her hands in the air at her defense. “you’re being sneaky and sleeping over at his place at night… it made me think that you only go over there because that’s the only time that you’re allowed to.”

“no. i’m not fucking a married man.” cleo states. she continued to stuff her clothes in her overnight bag, avid to get to stack’s place. she could feel naomi’s he eyes still piercing through her, curiosity sits on her tongue wanting to inquire further about the guy’s identity. but she thankfully relents, only giving cleo a hum of acknowledgment when she grabs her bag and clamors a parting bye as she walks out.

when she arrives at his house, she’s greeted with a smile and kiss, his arm wraps around her waist as she melts softly into the embrace. he maneuvers her bag from her hands, allowing to to fall absentmindedly to the floor with a loud thud. his hands are groping her everywhere; sliding over her ass, squeezing her titties, palming her cunt through the flimsy pair of leggings that she wore. it’s almost feral how both of their bodies aligned with the same wanton desire.

she loves how the outside world becomes a distant memory for them as they remain secluded in the privacy of his house with no worries of interruption or ridicule waiting. “if you had any common sense you’d stay away from him,” had been a warning, but she found herself gravitating towards him despite their attempts of deterrence. and she had no intentions of letting go of this feeling or him.

[janejennyojeny]

Last pic really sold it for me, the location is almost poetic

Would yap about it but fuck it

Lately i wish everyone would just shut the fuck up for real

There will be presidental election soon in poland and everyone is so fucking opinionated about every little thing, people are so hateful and so so wrong on many topics

Arguing with someone who doesnt value basic human rights just because it does not affect them is so exhausting and you will never win

People lack empathy and imagination, they choose whatever candidate promises them the most - what would profit them the most (those postulates will never come true anyway)

Medieval beliefs are still strong in peoples minds and it shows

Dont even say a thing about women who vote far right, its like chickens voting for kfc what the actual fuck, why are you voting against yourself

Internalized misogyny in women is funny when you watch a video on the internet

But when you actually talk to a person that delusional its truly terrible to hear, and they believe it so strongly too, you will not win

I wonder if its a true belief or something for the male gaze

If its the second one Id lay it off, there is nothing easier for a woman than getting a man. You do not even need to try impress them anyhow, just be, they will always orbit around you whether you care or not

This guy i know that was always so nice and "prowomen" suddenly showed his true face after getting absolutely destroyed in a political argument, just by facts and logic

Now all he does is send misogynistic memes that put women down, of course to make other guys laugh cause "women ☕️", but when you send one meme that makes fun of men, oh boy, you would not believe the shitstorm

good thing is that I managed to convert one of those conservative guys into giving up the vote for someone who cares for us as a collective, for the less fortunate ones, someone who will not sell this country again. Candidate for millions not millionaires. Thats a win cause you would not believe how much talking it took to actually convert someone to turn 180 politically but Ive done it

Thats all I had in me though, recently left some groupchats just cause im generally tired of people, the more i meet, the more we talk, the more they reveal themselves to me, the more I accept the fact that I may be an outcast for a long time

Maybe i need to be more accepting, maybe people need to get their shit together and priorities straight. Maybe a little bit of both

We'll meet in the middle someday, hopefully. Otherwise Ill stick to myself cause I do not plan to lower the standards, not yet anyway. anyone thats "nice" "okay" "fine" "cool" is a no, its not nearly enough.

I want fire within someone's eyes, huge heart, painful honesty and the soul needs to shine through and blind my ass. whether its love or friendship

Maybe thats delusional as well, maybe not

Maybe I do not understand human relationships all that well to appreciate less, maybe I aim for something impossible, maybe i do not deserve it yet, maybe there are no rules or invisible threads that connect people and we just bump into each other randomly, and some just get lucky enough to experience the real thing that lasts

A lot of maybe, only one thing is sure - I will get answers sooner or later, life has a way about it and reveals stuff to you if you listen

Just said i dont wanna yap and i yapped all the way so, fuck it. no one reads it anyway and i can let out some steam

Peace out until the next vomit rant

[thedansemacabres]

On Helpol tumblr there has been some discourse on the worship of Ares and it is completely justified for a personal practice why someone would not honour him. However, though, I would enjoy to bring up points from history on a reconstruction angle on why to worship Ares. I appreciate the critical examination into who and what we worship—we should be more critical of stately portrayals of the divine and understand ancient politics less we reconstruct something wretched. These points are sourced from Cults and sanctuaries of Ares and Enyalios: A survey of the literary, epigraphic, and archaeological evidence by Matthew Paul Gonzales.

It is deeply historically attested, for anyone thinking that it was not. The anti-Ares classical sentiment can be traced back to WWII for reasons that do not need explaining. The emphasis on his pathetic myths also partially stem from this.

Ares was and is deeply concerned with justice and Dike is described as his lead. He is shown as the blood vengeance in particular, which still does have modern importance—many of us endorse the guillotine. This could inspire modern worshippers to take to action for causes to support good, justice, and love in their communities. Love and war, mayhaps?

He is also connected to peace and restraining violence alongside war-like desires. This is depicted in the homeric hymnal.

Ares is also close to defending land, especially that of floral and agricultural bounty: he is often positioned with fertility goddesses, such as Aphrodite, Despoina, and Cybele.

He is a vengeful protector, when people are wronged or land is stolen and waged against. Athens used this for defending their land—chaining Ares to the land meanings bringing in his power to serve you and your land’s interests. I do not endorse the usage of this to support oppressive regimes, but it could be adapted in a more liberation focused fashion.

Through Ares, some facets of prosperity is given, and I do not take it as a coincidence he is paired with Athena, who directs while Ares rushes.

Worship is also used to avoid conditions; Apollon to keep the plague away, Ares to keep war and strife away, such as his homeric hymn entails.

Courage is also stated to be a condition he gifts.

Lastly, I find it of vast importance to establish modern ideas of gods that are honest to the historical record and finds fluidity in them. Gods can change and they can be discussed with. Perhaps this is my Roman pagan influences, but we can influence and argue with the gods on points we believe in—for justice and ultimate good, as Zeus does mandate divine justice. We can show Ares, more than he already knows and has, the importance of supporting the revolutionary, and we can invoke his power in fighting for the sovereignty of nature. I am also personally fond of the feminist interpretations of him, and while not likely accurate to history, we should be adapting and developing with the gods in the modern period. Ares as a symbol of violently defending women against patriarchy is ripe for expression and movement, though not without due issues.

We should be striving towards ultimate good and Ares’ power in the modern era, with a modern lens, can continue to give weight to this pursuit. If he can encourage us and take a stand against the machismo ideas of “spartan” ideals that dudebros often have, we can make beneficial cultural changes. The gods do not just belong to history, they are history, and Historia is here to inspire and defeat us at every turn. 

I will say my dea Bellona is more of the historical revolution divinity that people want. She has a lot more of the epigraphic record to support this, but nonetheless, there are many reasons to honour Ares outside of war. Especially in his connections to nature and fertility, which strikes my heart happily as a sustainable agriculturalist. If it is Ares that can motivate more Hellenic pagans to embrace liberation and revolutionary ideas, that is something to preserve.

And regardless, if I can worship Ker without expecting much benefit, we can easily worship a god that is not literal murder. 

[keirareidss]

father figure - a.h

♡ summary: reader has never had a good relationship with her father, so when hotch shows up for her, she's not quite sure what to do

pairing: father figure!aaron hotchner x fem!artist!reader (platonically!)

warnings: reader has a bad relationship with her family, crying, tooth rotting fluff, inspired by the episode in the office where Michael goes to Pam's art show

wc: 1.5k

You sat on the plane wringing your hands anxiously. The team had just finished a big case in Orlando. It wasn't as bad as usual, leaving the team tired but not traumatized. You were nervous for your art show coming up at the local exhibition hall. You wanted the team to come and see your art because you didn't have anyone else to show up for you. Your family never supported your art, your mom claiming that it just distracted you from your schoolwork and your dad saying that you'll never go anywhere in life. Just ask them. Just ask if they want to go. Just ask.

"Hey-" You cut yourself off, clearing your rough throat. "Uh, does anyone want to come see my art show this weekend?" You asked the team.

"I can appreciate good art." Rossi smiled, reliving some of the tightness in your chest.

"Ooh, I am definitely in." Penelope chimed in.

"I'll try to come." JJ said, glancing at you for a second before going back to typing on her phone.

"Great, I'll uh- I'll text you guys the time." You said, feeling a lot lighter than before. Your team would support you. They were like your family. Of course they'd say yes, they're all great people.

You couldn't wait for your art exhibit. You've been doing art since you were young, a way of coping with your... family problems. It was, as your therapist said, a way to process your emotions. You expelled what you felt onto the canvas and once you were done, being able to step back and look at the piece as a whole, it felt good. Relieving.

Once you got back home, you texted the BAU group chat the time and place of your exhibition. You could barely sleep that night, anxious for the weekend.

It was crowded. Crowds make you anxious. You couldn't help it. Maybe it stemmed from the time your parents left you at the mall and you waited in the crowds of people for them to come back. It took over an hour for them to realize you were even gone.

You looked around the art exhibit, hoping for any glimpse of your friends. After an hour had gone by, you were leaning against the wall, insecurely tugging at your dress. Were you too dressed up? Everyone else was wearing jeans. Was the hem of the dress too short? You were feeling entirely self conscious and it sucked. So far, only two people have come up to completely see your work. One, a sweet old woman who complimented you art and the second, a couple whose conversation you overheard when coming back from the bathroom.

"It just feels bland. Like, there's no emotion."

"Yeah, I get that. Like if you're not even going to try, then why make art in the first place."

"Honestly." He rolled his eyes and they walked away from your art. You crossed your arms over your body.

After nearly three hours and no other visitors, you decided to give up. You pushed off the wall, turning to take down your failed art exhibit when you heard a voice behind you.

"Am I late?" You turned to find Hotch, dressed more casually than at work but still made up nicely. "I'm sorry, Jack didn't want to go to bed." He gave you an apologetic smile. "Did everyone else already leave?" He asked when you didn't say anything.

"Um..." His gaze moved to the art pieces behind you.

"Wow. Are these yours?" He asks, stepping closer to look at your art.

"Yeah." You said dumbly.

"They're amazing. I bet Rossi liked this one, huh?" He chuckled, pointing to one of your pieces. You stayed silent. "These are really good. You're very talented." He said, turning to you with a soft smile.

"Thank you." You stammered out. His expression fell slightly.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, noticing your shifty demeanor.

"No. No, I'm fine." You said. Hotch looked around, noticing how empty the exhibit seemed, many of the guests having cleared out by now.

"Has it been this empty the whole time?"

"No, it was a lot busier earlier in the night."

"Did you get a lot of guests?" He asks, his head tilted slightly.

"Uh... a few." You lied. Hotch stared at you for a few seconds and you immediately knew he was profiling you. Before you could tell him to cut it out, he spoke.

"None of them showed up, did they?" He asked and you knew he was talking about the team.

"Um..." You trailed off and Hotch sighed.

"I'm sorry." He began to apologize and you shook your head.

"Oh, no, it's fine."

"They shouldn't have stood you up-"

"No, really, it's- it's fine." You said, crossing your arms as if to shield yourself from his pity. He says your name in that gentle way of his that always makes your eyes well up with tears. "I'm used to it."

"That makes it worse." Hotch said, his voice incredibly soft.

"I'm fine." You chuckle wetly, surprised at how quickly you started to get emotional. He steps closer, putting a gentle hand on your arm. "It's okay." You said, blinking quickly to push the tears back. You look down at your shoes, avoiding his gaze.

"Oh, honey." Aaron pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you. Your arms circle his torso, burying your face in his chest.

"I'm sorry." You cried.

"Sweetheart, why are you sorry?"

"... I don't know."

"It's okay." Hotch holds you tight, letting you cry into his chest. Once your eyes were dry, you pulled away, wiping your cheeks and looking guiltily at the small stain on his shirt from your tears.

"Sorry." You mumbled.

"It's alright. I'm sorry no one showed up. They're missing out." You just waved him off but he continued. "Really. Your art is extraordinary."

"Thank you." You murmured. "But, um, I think I'm just going to go." You said, moving to take your art down.

"Let me help you." Hotch said. He was extremely careful when peeling your pieces off the wall. You packed them all up and carried your bags out, Hotch insisting to take some of them. He held the door for you like a gentleman and stood on the sidewalk with you. "Did you drive here?"

"Uh, no, but I'll get an Uber or something." You said, attempting to get your phone from your purse.

"No, let me give you a ride. Please."

"Oh, Hotch, no-"

"Please. It's the least I can do." He was already putting your bags into his backseat. You sighed and got into the passenger side. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Aaron spoke up again. "If I may... why didn't your family come?" He asks, wincing immediately as he realized how nosy he was being. "I'm sorry, that- you don't have to answer that, I shouldn't have-"

"No, no. It's fine. Um... my parents haven't always been very supportive of my art. They always said it would take me nowhere in life."

"I'm sorry."

"No, please, it doesn't matter. They were right." You stared out the window, avoiding his gaze. Hotch didn't know what to say. He'd had his fair share of family troubles, sure, but they were his. He could deal with them internally. He hasn't had much experience with comforting other people in this area. He'd always wanted to make sure that his own son, Jack, never felt that way towards him. He needed to be better than his own father.

"I'm sorry." He says your name reverently. "I'm sorry that you had to deal with that and I'm sorry you don't think you're good enough. You are. Your work is amazing. Excuse my language but, it was shitty of the team to not show up for you when you needed them."

"It's fine. They're probably just busy." Aaron shakes his head.

"You don't always have to brush everything off. I know you think that if you act like you don't care it won't matter but I also know that you still feel it. Deep down, you're still disappointed." Your eyes were welling up again. Hotch reached over the console to take your hand in his, squeezing it. You stayed silent until the car pulled up outside your place. You got out, grabbing your stuff from the backseat. Hotch got out as well, pulling you into a hug. "I'm proud of you." He murmurs into your hair. "I'm so proud."

[oopbangtan]

Astrology Observations pt. 5

Hey guys!! I know it has been a while, but I actually got to know a shit ton of people in the last months. So I do have some fresh observations 👀

Please remember to take everything with a grain of salt because an aspect you have can manifest itself slightly differently based on other aspects you might have in your chart or the house the aspect is in! These are only some things I've noticed in my years of existence.

Aquarius rising and even aquarius sun people tend to have one specific feature that makes them so uniquely beautiful. It seems to me that those people usually manage to make some not so common features look absolutely stunning!! They might actually be insecure about the thing that makes them stand out, but God, don't they make them look amazing...

Everyone is set on Scorpio placements and 8th house placements for being stalkers. Have any of you witnessed a Virgo that's interested? Or at least slightly intrigued? They might not show it when they see you in person, but a Virgo mercury/ mars WILL stalk you. They will want to see more and try to figure you out in some way. This might apply to Virgo venues too, but I am quite sure about Virgo mars and mercury. Yes, even the men. Especially the men, actually.

Gemini venus men are very possesive? They absolutely hate the fact that you might entertain someone else while talking to them. They could still be talking to all their exes, have another 3 talking stages at the same time as you two are talking, but how dare YOU do that to them. I have a theory that they lowkey want someone who would crash out over them, be jealous af, but it might just be bcs they're men, not because they're a gemini venus ))

libra moon people love teasing. some playful jokes, maybe a little bit of sarcasm in there, too

evolved leo placements will treat anyone that's close to them like family. they truly can be so warm and affectionate, but if it isn't reciprocated, they will get cold as time goes by

a Capricorn moon/ venus will NOT chase you, especially if you weren't that close to begin with. I'm not saying they don't care about rejection. They just won't... embarrass themselves like that. They can be loyal individuals, but attachment takes quite some time for them.

That's it for now! I have seen some very beautiful comments, and I would like to thank you for all your support and appreciation 🫶

[dark-rgaze]

When we really got to know each other, we felt that we were connected. The closer our friendship became, the more important it became for me to share all my thoughts with you. You were one of my closest confidants. Someone who appreciated even my unusual (hilarious) side. You mean a lot to me and what is important to you is also relevant to me. I never expected that there would be so much more between us. Of course, I've always seen you as extremely attractive, incredibly hot and unbelievably appealing (look at you, how could I not?!), but it wasn't until you were single that I thought about what it would be like with you. When I was with you, I could feel that something was different. There was something between us that had never been expressed before… like an electric buzz in the atmosphere. This tension was like a high and, although I can't get addicted to any known drug, I am prone to addiction. You were the drug I couldn't resist - and wanted even less. I had already said that everything after that was a wild ride. We have both suffered a lot, caused pain and endured pain. I apologize for that. Not only to you, but also to the people we love and who have had to deal with our feelings. It wasn't easy. There will always be new obstacles, but I believe in us. I believe in what connects us and what we are. When you look at me, you really see me. Not just what I wanted to show, but also what I hid from others, or even myself. And when I look at you, I see the man I love and who has owned my heart for months, even though it has taken me a long time to learn to deal with these intense feelings. You mean everything to me, @meurtriercruel. Forever.

[jelloapocalypse]

If I'm not mistaken (and I fully could be so please let me know if I am) but didn't you used to be much closer to 2 million subscribers? I swear I remember seeing you at like 1.98 or something.

Either way, is there a good way to support you on Youtube? Or is that something I shouldn't worry about too much? Do you know if there's a good way to promote your videos to the algorithm that will have a good effect?

I've been hovering in the 1.8-1.9M range for like ~3 years or so now. The internet as it is now only boosts consistent uploads that are 15+ minutes long or TikTok-style vertical videos that are <2 minutes long with captions.

I don't do either of those and I have no interest in pivoting my stuff in that direction, so I think it's likely I'll probably never hit 2 million. It is what it is.

Subscribers have mattered less and less over the years. I remember them feeling really valuable in like... maybe pre-2015 when your subscriptions were at the top of your homepage and they prioritized showing you the stuff you said you were actually interested in, but now the sub page is super buried and unless you sign up for individual notifications from a channel you probably won't even know they uploaded anymore.

The internet is a slave to algorithms now. Stuff gets popular pretty much entirely independent of subscription count.

Jenny Nicholson and Hbomb are two of my favorite YouTubers who make absolutely incredible marathon-length videos once or twice a year (which is the exact type of thing you'd want subscriptions for), and even though both of them have been putting out mega-viral documentary-length videos every year for the last three years or so, their sub counts haven't exploded. People write articles on the things they make, in real publications too. New York Times and HuffPost shit. Yet both of them have less subs than me. Jenny has 1.3M and Hbomb has 1.8M which is insane. They should both be at like 3M+ easily for the stuff they make, and if they had the popularity they do now back in 2012, they probably would have the equivalent to that.

By the same token, I have a streaming channel that I do fully-voiced readthroughs of games on and there are people who try to watch almost every stream that often show up late and complain about how YouTube never notifies them. They had to hear about it via a friend on Discord even though they're subscribers AND they have notifications on. Being subscribed quite literally does not do anything these days.

It's worth noting that YT subs aren't really reflective of a channel's overall "health", if you want to call it that. My streaming channel has been doing really well the last two months. We played Danganronpa for charity and had the best viewership we ever got with 1100-1600 viewers for any given episode, which is really high. That's like Top 0.1% of Twitch numbers. We also get a ton of donations and artwork from our fans and watch time is up 40% from the last month right now. Forty percent. That's crazy!

But our sub count keeps dropping. We lose about 100 subscribers a month, for whatever reason. But isn't that weird? That literally every other metric on your channel can be skyrocketing while subscribers go down? It seems like they really don't matter.

We've had over 100k subscribers for a year and a half now, but YouTube still hasn't mailed us that plaque. I doubt they ever will. I'd be surprised if anyone on their staff even checks that anymore. Today's internet is focused on keeping viewers moving to new content and showing them as many ads as possible while they do it. There isn't as much of a benefit to keeping someone watching one particular person anymore.

I appreciate you trying to support us! I think just watching our stuff when you feel like it and maybe showing your favorite videos to friends every once in awhile if you think they'll like it is the best thing you can do. If even one person ends up watching and binging all my Epithet stuff that's like 6 hours of watchtime right there.

[sereia4skz]

1K Followers Event 

★ To celebrate reaching 1k followers I'll be hosting another event!!!

★ I'll be taking request for fake texts/drabbles/oneshots for hybrid!stray kids. You should let me know which member(s)/pairings x reader you would like to see. PLEASE READ STORY THEMES UTC

STATUS: OPEN

#1kShootingStars: masterlist

A/N: super excited, and so happy to have reached another milestone so fast. I appreciate anyone who stays in character just to make it immersive but it's up to you

You're flying in from Australia, your friend Felix, offered to let you stay with his pack. After much discussion with his Pack Leader, you agree. What is going to happen? Keep updating your friend (me), about your time there and your encounters with your friend and his pack (your ask).

A/N pt2: anyways have fun with it and be as vague/precise as you want. feel free to suggest other kinks you’d prefer too

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wolf!BANGCHAN

★ About: Pack leader, rubs himself all over the house and the boys (scent-marking), howls when he's alone because he thinks it’s cool but the boys make fun of him for it

★ Kinks: Breeding, begging, daddy kink duh, public sex

cat!LEEKNOW

★ About: Moms all of them, runs the place like the military, aloof, despite being super agile he’ll  knock stuff over for attention, weirdly super high maintenance about odd things

★ Kinks: Butt stuff just all over, spanking, sharing, blades

bunny!CHANGBIN

★ About: Has way too much energy, bounces around like a maniac, squeezes people to death to show affection

★ Kinks: Dry humping, vibrators, shibari, size differences

ferret!HYUNJIN

★ About: Steals shiny things, dramatically hides under furniture when you disagree with him, wraps himself around others, kinda like a snake he’ll just flop and be impossible to hold

★ Kinks: Dollification, cockwarming, oral (giving), camera/filming

quokka!HAN

★ About: Curious and has no self preservation skills, will just follow anyone anywhere, will climb on anything and everything, including people.

★ Kinks: DP, ice/temperature play, voyeurism, pegging/ass play

kitten!FELIX

★ About: Headbutts for affection, purrs loudly when happy, loves warm laundry piles, and will get hair everywhere, curls up in your bag so you accidentally bring him places, has a please love me look that is downright magic

★ Kinks: Licking, feminization, restraints, wax/temperature play

puppy!SEUNGMIN

★ About: Grumpy golden retriever energy, whines for attention and then pretended you were bothering him, gnaws on sleeves, gets jealous if you pet someone else 

★ Kinks: Pup play duh, collars & leashes, spit, choking, oral (receiving)

fox!JEONGIN

★ About: Flicks tail  at the boys when annoyed, fake-sleeps to eavesdrop, lowkey scheming with Minnie all the time, mischievous ass guy with a shopping problem

★ Kinks: Dacryphilia, marking, tit fucking (just tits tbh), choking

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[oidingus]

(unsolicited feedback re: disability, feel free to ignore /gen) you’ve made some really charming animations but i unfollowed around the time of the bloody one because of how often you make Viktor collapse and separate him from his mobility aid made me uncomfortable as a disabled person. coming across your recent tender animation reminded me of this discomfort and thought i’d idk let you know in good faith in case it’s helpful. for context, my disability makes me esp. prone to falls but they’re almost never a surprise and i’ve lived with it so long it almost never happens because even when i’m not taking care of myself as well as i should, adjusting my behavior to prevent them is a crucial part of symptom management and just like getting shit done. i know Viktor’s a fictional character but to me it feels infantilizing. i also see it so much in fics (despite it never happening in the show, certainly not under normal circumstances as an adult) that it gets a little frustrating. like Viktor, my condition is also getting progressively worse but you generally get better at managing it with age. certainly being on your deathbeds could contribute to worsening symptoms but when you’ve been doing it your whole life you’ll literally be in a condition that would send others to the ER, faceplant, then be right back at it ASAP—no blink, no acknowledgement besides maybe needing to get shit back in place/occasionally take a breather. obviously idk your background—maybe you’re disabled too and you’re pulling from your own experiences—but just in case not i wanted to share as honest, well-intentioned food for thought, esp. b/c ableism is the default and so incredibly baked into (esp. US) culture that even many otherwise very progressive people literally hold views closer to eugenicists than those guided by equity/disability justice. oh and re: canes admittedly there are days i might not use it to go a couple steps in my own house but others attention/concern (even from people you love) can be tiring, so unless it’s very early in their partnership when Viktor is more stable/sucking it up more because he still believes he can overcome prejudice by projecting a good enough image, Viktor ain’t going anywhere without that cane/crutch. frankly he needs a powered wheelchair BUT ANYWAY if you chose to read all the way through i genuinely appreciate your time and hope it’s helpful food for thought.

That was actually very helpful and thank you so much for taking the time to write it! Yes i focus mostly on the earlier years of their knowing each other, but still. And to anyone reading it: I would really appreciate any insights on how to approach Vik's disability better, feel free to dm me if you can help me with the factchecking

[billiesoxytocin]

just me and you, baby.

pairing: billie eilish x female reader

summary: you join billie at a big award show for the first time, facing the nerves and chaos of the red carpet together. through it all, billie makes sure you feel safe, loved, and right by her side. super fluff!!!! my heart strings are tugged!!!!

warnings: none!

word count: 2k

"are you sure..." your voice trailed off, staring at yourself in the mirror as billie helped to zip up your dress from the back.

her hands fell to your waist softly, nuzzling her cheek in the crook of your neck as she pulled you in closer, locking eyes with you through the mirror.

"i've always been sure, baby. i want you there with me," she murmurs softly before leaving a chaste kiss on the skin of your neck.

you let out a small sigh. but billie caught it, of course. her hands ran down your arms slowly, locking her hands with yours.

"the moment you feel uncomfortable, just say the word and we're out the door. is that okay, baby?"

you looked into her light blue orbs in the mirror, that were staring into yours pleadingly. you nodded slightly, finally coming to terms with the fact that tonight, you were finally making your presence in billie's professional life.

the two of you have always been private. not secret, of course. people knew who you were, and that you were together. but billie made it a point to keep you out of the talks, and out of the limelight. which you appreciated, greatly.

but tonight, she was about to be handed one of the most honourable awards a woman in this industry could be given. and billie wanted you to be there.

of course, you wanted to be there for her too. but you just weren't sure how you'd fare with everything else that came with being there for your worldwide-popstar girlfriend.

"you look absolutely breathtaking, my love. i can't wait to show you off on the red carpet," billie says with a big grin on her face.

her words caused your cheeks to flush instantly, warmth blooming across your skin as you lowered your gaze bashfully.

"bills..." you mumbled, a half-hearted whine behind your smile, trying to hide your face in your shoulder. but she just giggled, squeezing your hands tighter.

"no, don’t hide from me," she whispered, turning you around gently so you were facing her. her eyes scanned your face like you were something sacred, her thumbs brushing the tops of your hands as she added, "i mean it. you look like everything i’ve ever dreamed of."

you didn't know what to say. you just let out a huge sigh, your words stuck somewhere between your ribs and your throat.

billie always knew what to say to you. she knew exactly the things that would make your heart swell in the best way possible, even in moments of stress and anxiety for you.

"okay," you whispered. "let’s do this."

"yeah?"

billie's gaze lingered on you, her proud smile seemingly contagious as you couldn't help the one growing on your face as well.

"yeah."

after all the quiet mornings, secret road trips, and soft I love yous exchanged under hoodie hoods, tonight was the night you stepped into the spotlight with her.

the ride to the venue was quiet, the car filled with the soft jazz instrumental playing on the stereo. billie's hand never left yours the whole ride, her thumb rubbing soothing circles once in a while.

you turned to look at her, realising you never really had the chance to take in her outfit for tonight's event. you were too preoccupied with your own anxiety to have noticed just how good your girlfriend looked tonight.

she was dressed in a white top with an oversized double-breasted black blazer, and frameless glasses that she did not need, but god, did she look good in them.

just as you were gawking at your girlfriend, as if she knew, billie switched her gaze from the car window to you, her lips already pursed in a small, knowing smile.

"i can feel you staring at me, you know."

you simply giggled– absolutely unashamed. you brought her hand up to your lips, giving it a chaste kiss.

"i can't help it. you look beyond dashing tonight, bills."

and for the first time tonight, billie was the bashful one. she sheepishly looked away, physically unable to maintain eye contact with you. only you could make her feel this way, and you loved it.

the car slowed to a crawl outside the venue, the muted thrum of music and flashing cameras bleeding through the closed doors and tinted windows.

your heart thundered against your ribs, loud and unsure.

billie felt it before you could say a word. she laced her fingers through yours, squeezing once, twice, slow and steady, like she was trying to anchor you to her.

"hey," she murmured, leaning in so close her nose brushed yours. "just me and you, baby. that's all this is."

you nodded, even though your hands trembled slightly in your lap.

the door swung open. a wave of noise crashed into the car — shouting, cameras clicking, fans screaming her name. but billie didn’t move until she caught your eyes and saw you were ready.

you nodded once, giving her the green light to proceed. she stepped out, the crowd roaring louder at the sight of her. and instead of posing for them immediately, instead of soaking up the attention she so easily commanded, she turned back.

reached out a hand for you. waited.

your heart could swell at the gesture, if it wasn't already about to leap out of your chest.

you slipped your hand into hers, letting her pull you from the safety of the car and into the chaos of the night.

the flashes were blinding. the shouting overwhelming.

but soon enough, it was almost as if none of it mattered. because billie’s hand was firm against the small of your back, her voice low and sweet in your ear every few steps.

"you good, baby?" "you're doing amazing." "you look so fucking beautiful right now."

each murmur was a tether, like an anchor keeping you from floating away.

at one point, one of the ushers tried to usher her toward the solo photo area, to which billie shook her head firmly.

"she’s with me," she said, her voice steady, undeniable.

a ripple of realization went through the crowd.

photographers started calling both your names, the frenzy somehow doubling. how they even got your name, you did not even have the ability to wonder at the moment.

billie grinned, leaning down so her forehead nearly bumped yours.

"wanna steal a little limelight with me?"

you laughed, nervous. a little breathless. but you nodded anyways.

she pulled you close, fitting you into her side like you were a part of her she refused to be without. she posed with you like you belonged there, like you were the brightest thing in the room.

between shots, she kept whispering little things in your ear — making you giggle, making you glow. she thought you looked the prettiest when you were laughing, and she needed to make sure the cameras captured that.

soon enough, the usher motioned for the two of you to keep moving. your eyes widened as billie held your hand, leading you towards what looked like the famous glambot station.

your mouth fell slightly agape at the sight. it loomed ahead, sleek and intimidating.

the robotic arm gleamed under the lights, poised to capture another cinematic moment. standing beside it, directing with practiced ease, was cole walliser, his signature curls peeking out from under his headset.

billie tugged you toward it, mischief sparking in her ocean blue eyes.

"come on, we’re doing this together," she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"huh? billie, i don't think–" you started incredulously, nerves spiking.

"i know," she said, tugging you gently by the hand.

"i want you in it. i want the whole world to see you with me."

how could you possibly say no to that?

you let her pull you onto the platform, feeling the curious eyes of the crew and photographers, but billie only had eyes for you.

once cole's eyes landed on the two of you, he beamed warmly. "hey, billie! ready for your close-up?"

billie grinned back.

"always. but this time, i'm bringing someone special." she turned to you, her gaze softening.

"cole, this is my girlfriend, y/n."

cole's eyes lit up with genuine delight.

"it's so great to meet you," he said, extending a hand. "you two are going to look incredible together on camera."

you shook his hand, nerves fluttering in your stomach. "thanks. i'm a little nervous, to be honest."

cole chuckled kindly. "totally understandable. but don't worry — just be yourselves. the camera loves authenticity."

billie wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "we've got this," she murmured.

cole nodded, stepping back to his controls. "all right, let's roll."

as the glambot's camera swooped in, capturing every detail in stunning slow motion, billie spun you gently, your dress fanning out like a blooming flower. she caught you effortlessly, her arms secure around you, her smile radiant.

and suddenly, the world faded away — no flashing lights, no crowd — just the two of you, suspended in a moment of pure joy.

when the camera completed its arc, cole clapped his hands excitedly.

"that was perfect! seriously, you two just raised the bar."

billie beamed, pressing a kiss to your temple before you could slip away, whispering, "you killed that, baby. fuck, you’re so good."

your cheeks burned in the best way.

cole approached, showing you a playback on his monitor. the footage was mesmerizing — every twirl, every glance, every smile captured in exquisite detail.

"this is going to be a highlight reel favorite," he said, grinning.

billie looked at you, her eyes filled with love. "because you're in it."

you felt your heart swell, the significance of the moment settling in. this wasn't just a red carpet appearance; it was a declaration, a celebration of your love.

you and billie thanked cole and bid your farewell, him saying "see you at the next one!"

next thing you know, you and billie were seated in your assigned tables. to say you were starstruck was a complete understatement. your table was just filled with amazing women who you never thought you could ever be in the same room with.

and now you were getting acquainted? like it's nothing?

this was really, not your world. but oddly enough, billie made sure it didn't feel like that. she made sure you weren't feeling alienated.

she introduced you to everyone, and i mean, everyone. she needed the whole room to know that you were hers.

"i gotta go standby for my award. you okay over here, baby?" she whispers in your ear, her hand rubbing your thigh soothingly.

you turned to look at her excitingly, your eager smile almost reaching your ears.

"yes, please, go!"

she laughs at you basically shooing her away, and stands up. but before she left, she made sure to leave you a little kiss.

"i’m bringing you up there with me in spirit, baby," she whispered. "this is for us."

you could've sworn you saw flashes of your little moment but honestly, you couldn't care less at this point.

you waited impatiently as the booming voice over the speakers started to introduce the next award. the one your billie was going to receive.

the biggest one of the night — and billie's name echoed through the grand hall, pulling a tidal wave of applause behind it.

you watched her walk toward the stage, the light catching in her hair, in the proud set of her shoulders. and when she accepted her award, when she thanked the world and her team and her family, she paused.

and smiled straight at you.

"and to the person who makes every scary thing feel like a safe place — you know who you are. i love you. i’m so lucky it’s you."

the room blurred around you, your heart so full you thought it might lift you right off the ground.

and even though the cameras weren’t pointed your way, you smiled back anyway — just for her.

because in that moment, in a room full of glitter and legends and golden awards, you knew exactly where you belonged.

in her arms. in her world.

always.

[saintdollyparton]

I genuinely think Dina intended on being with Ellie after New Year's. But the attacks happened and Ellie was wounded and grieving and angry. Dina went to visit her several times in the hospital and Ellie just was focused on her possible vengeance. That, and she won't let herself believe Dina actually wants her. She doesn't want to lose her friendship and she figures Dina was just high, and that a popular, pretty girl like Dina (who is presumably straight and has been dating one of her best friends) couldn't possibly want her back. So she refuses to talk about it and Dina most likely felt super rejected, and thus went back to Jesse.

The conversation in the tent struck me as Dina getting defensive and upset because Ellie refuses to acknowledge their kiss meant anything or was good. Her petulant "I already did!" in response to Ellie saying, "Well you can just go back to Jesse!" was her lashing out.

Also Dina saying she isn't gay is not inaccurate? I've seen a lot of people pissed about that. She's bisexual and she's figuring it out. The world as we know it stopped in 2003. I'm not sure they have much in the way of progressive sexual education and social justice in post-apocalyptic Jackson.

And I did actually enjoy that we got to see another side of Seth. Obviously he said a shitty, bigoted thing and Maria had to be the one to facilitate the apology, but I do believe it was a genuine apology. And I appreciate him standing up for Ellie. It just shows that people can be multi-faceted, which is one of the biggest themes throughout this series.

So yeah, just my two cents on that. I'm enjoying the slowburn of it all.

[pankowcrumbs]

Younger X Pedro Pascal

MasterList

Word count: 2.6K

Oral sex and sex implied.

Plot: You and Pedro at a hollywood party - there is a 25 year age gap and you have sex seeing where things go.

Hollywood parties weren’t exactly my thing. Too much noise, too many people pretending to be someone else, all while their assistants hovered with bottled water and fake smiles. I usually ducked out early, blaming an early morning or a sudden headache. But tonight, something felt different. Electric. Like the universe had tilted just a little off its axis… and I was exactly where I was meant to be.

The room was buzzing. A-list actors were packed into a candlelit garden, champagne flowing like water, expensive perfumes weaving through the air. I’d just finished talking to someone from some Netflix show I hadn’t watched when I spotted him.

Pedro Pascal.

He was standing by the stone balustrade, half a glass of red wine in his hand, head tilted slightly like he was listening to the low hum of conversation rather than participating in it. He looked so out of place in the most delicious way like he’d stumbled out of a noir film and into this polished, fake room.

Charcoal grey suit. Open collar. Greying curls slightly tousled. Smile lines framing his mouth even though he wasn’t smiling. His fingers idly played with the rim of his glass.

God, he looked good enough to ruin.

I didn’t even think twice. My heels clicked softly against the tiled floor as I made my way toward him, the low flicker of string lights casting shadows on his face. His eyes met mine when I was still a few steps away deep, brown, and wary.

I smiled.

“You look like you’d rather be anywhere but here.”

He gave a soft laugh, a little gravelly. “Is it that obvious?”

“Painfully.” I leaned on the rail beside him, brushing my bare arm against the sleeve of his jacket not by accident. “You’re Pedro, right?”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Depends who’s asking.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

His voice was warm. Slow. Like honey melting on toast.

“Can I confess something?” I asked, stepping slightly closer. Our arms touched again this time longer.

He gave a curious hum. “By all means.”

“I’ve had a thing for you since Game of Thrones.”

Pedro coughed, a surprised chuckle escaping him. “That was... a while ago.”

“I was, like, sixteen. So inappropriate,” I said with a grin. “But you’ve aged like fine wine, so I’m not exactly upset about it.”

That got a full laugh out of him, his head tipping back for a moment. “Jesus Christ.”

“What?” I said innocently. “You don’t like being appreciated by younger women?”

Pedro looked at me, something behind his gaze shifting. Sharpening.

“It’s flattering,” he said, low. “But I’m old enough to be your father.”

I shrugged, leaning closer. “I’ve got daddy issues.”

He blinked, then laughed again, this time nervously. His hand flexed around his wine glass. “You’re trouble.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

He took a sip of his wine, eyes on mine the whole time. “You’re not drunk, are you?”

“Not even tipsy.”

“And you’re what… twenty-five?”

“Bang on,” I said, inching even closer, my fingers brushing lightly against his wrist. “And you’re what… fifty?”

“Exactly.”

“Perfect,” I whispered. “You’re in your prime.”

“Christ,” he muttered again, cheeks slightly pink.

We were standing so close now I could smell the warmth of his cologne. Something woody. Masculine. Dangerous. I could see the faint silver in his beard, the tension in his jaw.

He looked like he wanted to kiss me.

I leaned in, my lips just beside his ear.

“You want to kiss me,” I said softly.

His body tensed.

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” he said, but his voice had dropped.

“Why not?” I whispered, grazing my nose along his jaw, innocent and sinful all at once.

He turned his head, our faces barely a breath apart now.

“Because I might forget how old I am,” he murmured.

I smiled, lifting my hand to rest lightly on his chest, just over his heart. “Let me help you forget.”

His eyes flicked to my mouth for the briefest second and it nearly undid me.

“Y/N,” he warned, but his voice was already trembling.

“Yes?”

“This is… I don’t know what this is.”

“It’s fun. That’s what it is.” My thumb brushed the edge of his collar, dragging lazily over the top of his chest. “You want to be wanted. I want you.”

Pedro swallowed thickly, but didn’t pull away.

“You don’t feel even a little guilty?” he asked. “Flirting with a man who could have raised you?”

I grinned wickedly. “Are you asking if I have a daddy kink, Pedro?”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Jesus Christ, woman.”

“I’m not apologising.” I tilted my head. “You’ve been watching me since I walked in. Don’t lie.”

He looked at me, completely still.

And then finally he let his guard drop.

“You’re fucking dangerous,” he whispered.

“I know,” I said, tugging him gently by the lapel. “But you like it.”

For a long moment, we just stood there. The world faded. The music blurred. My fingers slipped down his chest, slow and deliberate, resting just at his belt buckle. His breath hitched.

“Tell me to stop,” I said.

He didn’t.

Instead, he stepped into me, hand landing on my waist strong and hot through the fabric of my dress. His thumb brushed slow circles there, as if testing the waters. My heart thundered.

“You’ve got no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he said, his forehead grazing mine.

“Try me,” I breathed.

His hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me closer flush against him. I could feel every inch of him. The tension. The want. His lips brushed mine once, barely a kiss.

“People are watching,” he murmured.

“Let them.”

He kissed me.

Not soft. Not hesitant.

It was hungry.

His hands gripped my waist, my hips, as if he was afraid I’d slip through his fingers. I moaned softly against his lips, and he swallowed the sound. The heat between us crackled like static.

I clutched at his jacket, pulling him impossibly closer.

When he finally pulled away, we were both breathless.

“This is a bad idea,” he said.

“The best kind,” I replied.

He looked like he wanted to say something else. Something reasonable. Sensible. Adult.

But instead, he leaned down again, his lips brushing just beneath my ear.

“You’re gonna ruin me, aren’t you?”

“Completely.”

He groaned softly, kissing my neck.

“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered.

Pedro looked at me, the restraint on his face crumbling.

He didn’t answer.

He just took my hand.

And we walked out together.

The car ride to his place was almost unbearable.

Pedro’s hand rested on my thigh the entire way, warm and possessive, his thumb tracing slow circles just above my knee. Every now and then, he'd give me a side glance, lips slightly parted, chest rising just a little faster than before.

Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to. The tension had evolved from flirtation to something headier. Weightier. Like if he didn’t touch me properly soon, we might both fall apart.

The moment we stepped inside his house, it was like something snapped.

He didn’t even turn on the lights just kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot and pressed me gently against the wall, his hands cradling my face as if I were something precious. Then he kissed me.

God, he kissed me.

Slower than at the party. Reverent. Like he was tasting me, savouring me. One hand slid into my hair, tugging lightly as his tongue swept against mine, coaxing, teasing, deepening. I melted into him with a soft gasp, fingers clutching the lapels of his jacket like I’d drown if I let go.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured again against my lips.

“Don’t you dare,” I whispered back.

He groaned, the sound low and almost pained, and then his mouth was on mine again more urgent this time. His hands roamed, moving down my sides, over the curve of my hips. Every touch was controlled, intentional. He touched me like a man who knew what he was doing like he’d thought about this before, maybe even fantasised about it, and now he was finally allowed to have.

When he slid my coat off, it dropped to the floor with a whisper. Then his fingers were on the zip of my dress, slowly tugging it down, exposing the bare skin of my back. He didn’t rush. He peeled it away like unwrapping something he’d waited far too long to open.

“Fuck,” he whispered, eyes roaming over me like he was trying to memorise every inch. “You’re perfect.”

I reached for his jacket, tugging it off his shoulders, and he let me. Then the shirt. My fingers worked open each button, slow and deliberate, until his chest was bared to me warm, solid, and so much broader than I imagined. Salt and pepper curls dusted his skin, and I brushed my fingertips over them, watching his breath hitch.

He leaned into my touch like he needed it.

“Pedro,” I breathed, “take me to bed.”

He hesitated just a second his eyes searching mine. There was a softness there. A flicker of something almost vulnerable beneath all that hunger.

“I’ve been with women,” he murmured, “but not like this. Not… when I knew it might mean something.”

I swallowed. My heart did something traitorous in my chest.

“Then make it mean something,” I said.

That did it.

He scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing, carrying me through the darkened hallway, mouth pressed to my shoulder, my neck, my jaw. I could feel his breath, hot and uneven, every time I whispered something filthy against his skin.

When he laid me down on his bed, he stood for a moment at the edge of it, just looking.

“I’m not used to feeling like this,” he said quietly. “Like I could get completely undone by someone.”

I reached for him, pulling him down to me. “Then let yourself fall apart.”

He kissed down my neck, over my collarbone, his stubble scraping my skin in the best way. His hands mapped the curve of my waist, thumbs brushing just beneath the line of my underwear. And when he kissed my stomach slow and reverent I arched into him, threading my fingers into his curls.

He looked up at me once, eyes dark and hungry.

“Can I taste you?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Please.”

What followed wasn’t rushed or crude.

It was worship.

His mouth moved like he was trying to memorise every reaction I gave him every moan, every gasp, every way my hips shifted under the weight of his hands. He was slow at first, teasing, then deeper, more insistent, his tongue working magic until I was trembling beneath him, gasping his name like a prayer.

When I came, I gripped his hair, thighs shaking, and he groaned like the sound of it turned him on more than anything.

He didn’t rush me after. He climbed up beside me, kissing me softly, tasting my lips like he could still taste me on his tongue.

“You okay?” he asked, voice hoarse.

I nodded, barely able to speak. “Better than okay.”

Then I reached for him, letting my hand drift lower, stroking over the front of his trousers.

“Your turn,” I murmured.

He growled an actual growl and rolled me onto my back, eyes wild with want.

That was the last coherent thought I had for a long while.

The rest was a blur of sheets and skin and moans muffled by kisses. His name falling from my lips again and again. His body moving with mine like it had always been meant to.

We didn’t just have each other.

We claimed each other.

And by the end of it when he curled himself around me, breath warm against the back of my neck I knew I was already ruined in the best way.

The early morning light spilled in through the sheer curtains, golden and gentle, casting a warm glow across Pedro’s bedroom. I blinked slowly, tucked against his chest, the steady rhythm of his breathing soft and even. His arm was heavy around my waist, his legs tangled with mine beneath the sheets, like even in sleep he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go.

I didn’t move at first. Just watched him.

His curls were messy, flattened slightly on one side from the pillow. His brow was smooth, lips slightly parted, the edge of a smile ghosting across his mouth like he was dreaming something good. It made my chest ache a little this sweet, quiet version of the man who had undone me so completely last night.

I didn’t want it to be a dream. I didn’t want this to be just a night.

I shifted slightly, just enough to brush my lips over his shoulder. He stirred a little but didn’t wake. So I tried again slower this time soft kisses along the line of his collarbone, my fingers trailing up his chest, tracing lazy shapes in the faint salt-and-pepper curls there.

Still nothing.

Smirking, I let my hand wander lower.

I was barely grazing him, just fingertips under the sheets, but the second I touched him there he let out a low, sleepy groan.

His eyes cracked open, bleary but amused. “Is this how you always wake people up?”

“Only the ones I want to keep,” I whispered against his skin.

Pedro let out a husky chuckle, voice thick with sleep. “Christ.”

He tilted his head back slightly, letting me kiss along the underside of his jaw, his hand tightening on my waist. “You’re going to kill me.”

I gave a light roll of my hips and murmured, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

His head dropped back to the pillow, a soft, strangled sound slipping from his throat as I continued teasing him, slow and lazy under the covers. Not for long just enough to make him lose his breath and whisper my name like it was holy.

Afterward, we stayed tangled together, the room still quiet except for the birds outside and the occasional hum of distant LA traffic. Pedro’s fingers absentmindedly traced patterns along my spine.

It felt dangerously close to peace.

I propped myself up on one elbow and looked down at him. “Can I say something without you freaking out?”

He turned his head to face me, eyes soft. “Yeah.”

“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing,” I said, voice quiet but firm. “I mean, it was hot obviously but it wasn’t just hot. It felt… real.”

Pedro exhaled slowly, gaze flickering between my eyes and my mouth. His fingers stilled on my back.

“You’re twenty-five,” he said eventually. “And I’m...”

“Fifty,” I finished for him. “I know.”

He gave a short, humourless laugh. “I’m old enough to be your father.”

I rolled my eyes. “But you’re not. And if we’re being honest, you didn’t seem too concerned about that last night when your head was between my legs.”

That got a smirk out of him reluctant but there. “Touché.”

“I’m serious, Pedro,” I said, softer now. “I’m not asking for a ring or to move in tomorrow. I’m just saying… if you want more, I do too. I want to see where this goes. With you.”

He stared at me for a long moment. Then sat up a little, leaning back against the headboard, the sheet pooling low around his hips. “You have no idea how much I want to say yes.”

“So say it.”

“I’ve had relationships fall apart because of the age thing,” he admitted. “Not because it wasn’t working, but because I convinced myself it couldn’t work. I’ve been running from it. And then you show up in my life like this beautiful little hurricane and I’m just…” He shook his head, a faint laugh escaping. “I’m fucked.”

I reached for his hand, linking our fingers. “Maybe you’re just lucky.”

He looked at our joined hands, then up at me again properly, like he was really seeing me.

“I haven’t felt like this in a long time,” he said. “Not just the physical stuff. You make me feel… lighter. Younger, maybe. Like the weight I didn’t know I’d been carrying just droped when you walked in the room.”

I smiled, leaning in until my nose brushed his. “Then let’s not overthink it. Let’s just try.”

He didn’t answer with words.

He kissed me.

Slow and deep and sweet not like the ones from the night before. This wasn’t about lust. It was a promise. A beginning. A choice.

When we finally pulled apart, his eyes were glassy with something close to relief.

“Alright,” he murmured. “We try.”

I nodded, smiling. “We try.”

Then I pulled the blanket back up over us, curled into his chest, and let myself breathe.

Because for the first time in a long time, this didn’t feel like a mistake.

[spaghetti-number1rated1997]

hey!! I really really liked this, and I wanted to jot down some things that I liked!!

i figured it'd be a little under a thousand words.. but I seemed to underestimate how much I enjoyed this!! so, here's a (n almost 3k word) review written in 2 days of covid induced rambling (this is a lie I would ramble anyway.)

Anyway, the review starts.. now!

Okaoraraok OK OK!!

.review time.. I really liked this which means i just want to write down my thoughts and not use grammar (and also that ive already made atleast 4 other people watch it)!! You have been warned!! :P (prepare for lots of double exclamation marks..)

~0:03 – let me just start by saying HOLY SHIT THE BACKGROUNDS IN THIS

THE PATTERNING IS BEAUTIFUL

THE COLORS COMPLIMENT EACH OTHER AND BLEND SO NICELY THERE IS ATTENTION TO DETAIL EVERYWHERE!! LIKE HOLY SHIT–

Also!! I love the way burr’s little cuff ruffle is animated <3 its so silly ^^

~0:12 – ONCE AGAIN, THE BACKGROUND!! (this will be repeated a lot, so brace yourselves!!)  I love love love the carpet and all the books/documents stacked on it!! Also!!! The trim on the desk and the walls is so nice!! Really spruces it up!!

~0:14 ..background– IS VERY NICE!! The curtains slightly ajar, the books stacked up nicely against each other at justtttt different heights!! More documents!! Just– the life in the room!!

Also!! Burr’s face here is so expressive!! His slow opening of the newspaper at the beginning, and his slow reading turns to just him  SLAMMING down the paper, and you can feel his anger! His swift, exaggerated movement conveys his emotions so well!! And his eyes!! Truly windows to the soul in this!! All the micro expressions his eyes do alone is fantastic!! Not to mention the growing scowl across his face for an extra touch!!

~0:19 – the horse here is so fluid!! And the wheels move at just the right speed!! Also also!! Haha, background!! The lighting on the left contrasting the right draws your attention and adds some variety!!

~0:26 – IDC IF ITS JUST DOORS, I LOVE THE PATTERNING!! The slightly uneven trim and the diagonal patterning is just– so nice!! And!! And~!! Burr’s dramatic double door entrance and  sassy little shoulder shrug >>> i love him so much alkjrwawjrl;

~0:29 all the people and their shadows!! The different hairstyles!! The different suit styles!! There is so much effort evident in this!! And the colors blend together so so nicely!! The palette is truly beautiful!! Not to mention the background!! The candle holders, the trim, the open liquor cabinet and entrance door that are a darker shade that draw your attention!! And burr being the only true cool color (the greens are all yellow-ish or highly muted)!! His purple contrast!! Aww snap!!

~0:32 ok!! Ok!! This is one of my favorite backgrounds (besides the beginning offices because those were peak)! I just want to say I absolutely LOVE, ADORE, APPRECIATE, and whatever other synonyms there are the patterning. The crossing subtle yellow and orange lines on the table cloth add SO MUCH. the slightly uneven floor boards ground the scene!! The INTENSITY OF THE SHADOWS!! OH MAN!!

~ 0:35 oh boy here he is!! His moonwalk!! His shadow!! His expression!! Oh boy he’s killing it!! Hes the life of the party (set to die within the next week :3) – also, burr’s hunched over conveys his discontentment, and his watching of hamilton emotionlessly shows he’s trying not to react, because hamilton isnt. But he wants hamilton to react. and – oooh boy~!!

0:42 yes. This frame. Its so short, but its so magnificent. The posing!! The vibrance and emphasis of hamilton compared to everyone else!! The distinct foreground that, while more vibrant than the things around it, doesnt detract from hamilton’s emphasis! The perspective!! The trim!! I love the trim in these backgrounds (prob cause i love trim/carving in real life too but ahaha im gonna keep mentioning it!) the different levels of detail based on how close they are to the cam!! The hair!! The hair!!!!!! The queues and bangs and aukrwl;aj;l I cant– and the suits and cravat styles!! So much care for this short segment!!

~0:43 ahh!! This background is simple but i find it really pretty! Just the fading pinks and diagnols and white trim!! Very cute :) – but more than that, theres burr’s expression!! His face is incredibly dynamic here, and I’d like to unpack it!! The narrowing of the eyes; like, seriously?? Are you really acting like this?? After what you;ve said? You have the nerve? Just conveys the emotion so well aughh. Next: the eye roll, bringing it further along. Like, I cant believe you (hamilton) would act like this. The stopping midway and turning to the wine. Like, if I’m not worth his effort he isnt worth mine (but please acknowledge it please ack–)

And then the glass back!! Because, he does care!! Its just chef’s kiss!!

Also, kinda off topic, but the attention to detail with his COLLAR SMOOSHING AS HE LOWERS IS HEAD!?!? OMGGGGG

~0:47 hamilton acknowledging everyone but burr must hurt– the fluidity of it too?? Short but DEFINETLY sweet!! And the little fluttering of his tailcoat (idk what it is, the bottom of his coat) is very nice :) 

~0:49 the expression!! Especially at the end! The gaping wide smile, the eyes closed in happy exclamation! The gesturing with his arms at uncontained excitement!! Rselaeaip

~0:50 burr’s face again!! You have such a knack for (or a lot of practice with) emotions!! The quick widening in shock and outrage of the eyes! The slamming of the glass because of his upsets! The sulking out!

~0:53 its small, but sweet! Everything is more muted than burr, yet hamilton still has his ✨emphasis✨also, trim :3

~ 0:55 sassy shrug 2.0!?!? Oh how you feed us so well!! And again, the expression! The lazy turn, the slight smile back into nonchalance! The turn back to his casual drinking charm/happiness!! Also, the slight slight animation in his hair when he laughs!! Oh man sjgosdgp

~1:04 the paper slamming against the desk!! The timing is so nice!!

~1:06 hamiltons sassy up/down look like, rlly? What is this? Idc fuck off burr :p and then his tentative “mm yeah dont care” grab of the of the paper

~1:09 straight to burr’s “motherfucker istg if you play dumb we can go right here right now” framing!! He;s taller than hamilton, but hamilton fills up more of the frame!! Its an attempt at intimidation, but hamilton doesnt care(?) and then! And then! Burr’s eyes! They squint slightly in contempt and he glares down at hamilton!! His mouth never quirking upwards, always straight or a downward curve! The continued just trying to look down upon ham irakpara – and then! The little head movement straight into the desk slam cuz burr is not happy rn.. And then he goes up again! For attempted leverage!

~1:21 oooh this bitch haha (also background!! Colors are so nice!! And the clock and lighter green segments!! Ooh!! And the window/window trim >>) anyway onto ham! His nonchalant expression which then very controlled-edly (idk) tight motions by his body and voice without emotion in contrast to burr’s “HAMILTON I’D LIKE TO PUSH YOU INTO THE HUDSON RIVER AND NOT LET YOU GET ABOVE THE WATER LINE!” 

~1:28 ahh the paper crumpling as it hits the paperweight! Small details!

~1:30 his (ham’s) going in to condescendingnesss oooo boy

And burr’s framing above hamilton yet out of frame at the same time ar;rpkar

~1:35 FRAMING FRAMING OOH IM IN LOVE hamilton leisure and burr’s attempt at leverage ahahaha!!  And you can see burr’s pissed off breathing!!

~1:39 his (burr’s) defeated hunch > we aint going anywhere at this rate! His little push off the desk as he walks by!! <3 his walk cycle and lip synch ar;j;oaprkl

~1:46 his little sit at the desk i love this old man! Ham being forced to look up at burr BUT HE DOESNT EVEN LOOK AT HIM!! OH BOY!!

~1:50 THIS!! THESE FRAMES!! BURR’s FINALLY GOT FRAMING THAT REALLY BENEFITS HIM!! ALLOWS HIM TO BE HIGHER THAN HAMILTON! “BETTER” THAN HAMILTON! AND HAMILTON DOES FINALYL LOOK!! BURR GETS HIS UPPER HAND IN HERE!!

~1:53 (burrs lip sync) hamilton’s “indifference,” yet still moving to track burr.. <3

~1:59 HIS LITTLE JUMP OFF THE DESK TEEHEE IDK WHY BUT ITS SO ✨✨ and his slight slump as he walks out!! And hamilton’s expression tightening slightly as burr leaves!! I love this segment so much just cause of burr’s little desk jump hehehe and the tail of his coat going up too cause of physics alrfiajfors

~2:06 ooh! The guns are so nice! All the parts! And the care into the gun’s case! The detail of the cloth (im assuming) to polish it because these scenes have so more life!! The emblem on the top of the case! And the CUFFS I LOVE REVOLUTIONARY CUFFS!! The ruffles and the buttons and the hand’s anatomy are so nice!! And the clothes’ wrinkles too. Plus!! The coat’s box pattern!! And the case’s pattern!! I really love all the slight patterns in this!! Adds such a nice touch!

~2:08 i wanna write the sound work separately but the clicking of the gunshere is so nice!! Also Pendleton(?, or van ness idk who gave out the guns)’s hat here is so nice looking, I CANNOT draw a tricorn from any angle but ¾!! And burr’s gun spin hehe hes so silly! And hamilton grabbing the gun in his own way and just bringing it up!! Cuz they’re dif ppl! Oh!!

~2:10 the background is so pretty!! And its changed from the pastel warm colors of the cincinnati dinner to much more muted and cool colors with the change of atmosphere!! Walking is also very clean!! Augh! <3

~ 2:12 one of my fav parts!! Burr’s slow glance back before continuing his paces!!

~ 2:14 THE WALK AND CAM PAN IS SO SMOOTH!! LIKE DUDE HOLY SHIT! AND THE TURN AROUND IS!! SO FLUID!!! JUST KNOW I LIKE THIS PART A LOT AND DONT HAVE WORDS FOR IT!! 

~2:17 burr’s expression opening as he observes

~ 2:18 hamilton sassy ahh turn oh boy hes such a dick i love him (same w/ burr) and ham’s suit~!! The coat and the bow’d cravat and the COLLAR and the undershirt!! Oooooooooo man

~ 2:19 burr sighing cause hes like ‘it came to this (this would have been so much simpler if you chose me instead of Laurens </3)’ as he looks down

~ 2:22 oh!! Ham’s side being light and burr’s cast in shadow!! The lighter full tones for hamilton, and the darker cooler tones for burr!! Sooo nice!!

~ 2:24 the clicking noise is so nice idk why, and the slight, small movements for the trigger, so miniscule and controlled

~2:25 like it didnt even matter!! Ooh!! We dont know what really really happened with van ness’ (i just wrote van burr arika;as martin van buren x van ness x aaron burr ahh name) and burr’s and pendleton’s conflicting accounts! We do know there was a shot, and thats what happens!!

This was so good!!!!!! Like honestly!! Major props to you!!

I’m going to get a little into the VAs and sound effects because.. This is almost 2k words and i should be resting since I tested positive for covid.. But.. the VAs deserve a bit of praise too! (a lot, actually) 

anyway !! im gonna be more vague here but here it is!! Juan Sanchez and Andrew Mauret absolutely killed it btw!

(the beginning) – the ambience with the birds, the light quill scratching!! The heavy white noise, almost overshadowing everything but burr!!  I really love Andrew Mauret’s voice here!! The slightly somber tone with the almost sigh-like pausing quality fits burr so well!! 

(ashes of conviction) the crackling fire and slight pocket rustling!! Eee attention to detail!! And you can hear the newspaper as he opens it!! Especially the sounds of the paper being manhandled and slammed against the desk!! Adds so much!! Burrs long deep breath intake before he starts speaking >> i really just love the slow talking burr does!! Hes trying to be collected, but you can hear the slightly somber tone in his voice!! !!! (and then the key jingle as he walks out teehee)

The wheels clacking!! The horse breathing!!!!!! wow!! You can hear the door/carriage creak slightly as burr steps out!! The emotion on “thats where we met” too!! Props to the va!!

(part 1) the ambience of the music here is perfect! The slight knocking to door slam!! Burr’s slight shuffling noise for his soft steps!! The clink of cutlery around burr!! Hamilton’s more.. Clicky?? Steps!! The loud talking around burr as he stares! (also, ‘woohoo!!’ Gives me ‘im a general, whee!!’ vibes) then, the slight thunk of burr’s drink as he aggressively puts it down. Burr’s steps are louder now, more like hamiltons and less like his before, as he leaves the room.

Also, the “he didnt care, at all.” voice work is just– ooh! You can tell burr wants to be loud; but he isnt. He’s trying to stay in control and you can hear it.

(part 2) the faster talking in contrast to burr’s beginning for “and thats when I decided to speak with him, one. Last. time” really brings out that burr is getting more and more absolutely ticked off and failing to remain composed. hes almost breathless here, when before he took deep breaths and had a slow monolouge. And then the “EXPLAIN THESE!!!” is just such a contrast to his earlier talking!! Like he’s losing it!!

The slight ruffle of papers as hamilton shifts his arms. Hamilton VA, Sanchez, you make me hate him. In a good way. He’s so stuck up and nonchalant and just ooooh i want to punch him. The “meh, idc, burr go away” nonchalance of his first line is a GREAT first impression to his character speaking.

Burr still breathes deep before talking (where as a quirk of him or the va. It shows hes still the same person even if hes no longer composed), but now its not so he can have a slow chat but release his pent up emotion. The emphasis on “mister” as if Burr doesnt think hamilton is worthy of the title/pleasantry is gold as well. 

Back to ham. The just opened mouth click like “really?? :/ ur wasting my time” to the uninteresting seemingly put together as he goes explanation!!

The creak as he sits forward in his chair oarraetaer just attention to detail!! And then ham’s “so i won't explain further” is just so sassy!! Then the pause between “unless any’ and “precise” is just rubbing it in for burr!!

Burr’s sigh sounds so genuine. His anger is dropped, and he pauses more/is slower again, but hes still not calm. (also, all the sounds as they move quickly for their clothing moving against each other is just!! Wow!! The effort put into this project!!) and then!! The “however, i am disappointed..” line is so good!! Like, “alright. If you wanna be a condescending dick ill fight fire with fire.” its so well executed!!

And the emphasis on “your refusal” because burr thinks this is all hamilton’s fault!! Just golden!!!

(part 3) burr sounds.. Strong yet defeated at the same type. Like, its happened, and its gonna stay that way, but.. Did it have to? The pauses are now not for composure, but have a sad nature to them. And the pause around settled!!

The change of atmosphere in the music!! (and the grass steps sound nice :3) once again!! Sighs sound vv genuine!!

Then the pop of the gun and hearing it fizzling off and the lone bird call to end it. So quick and its over. Because, no matter how dramatic we may make it, (cough cough “legacy, what is a legacy? Its pl–”) a bullet flies quickly. The duel was over quickly. 

Theres more I want to say but I am NOT letting this get to 3k words 😭 Its almost there and just-- I have spent too much time writing this already instead of resting.. (Idk if i mentioned this but I am positive for covid rn)

Props to everyone who worked on this!! I cannot express how much I like this!! Its rooted in fact and there’s life around every corner!! In the eyes, in the voice, in the background, in the sound effects, in the framing, in the fluidity and timing of motion!! This was absolutely fantastic, incredible, magnificent, and just a true masterpiece!!

What a doomed day

[yourlipstogodsears]

Injured on Duty Part 2

Summary: Robby stays by her side and checks on her.. his feelings for her become more apparent.

“Robby?” she says soft and sweet. It’s tone he’s fallen for. He has feelings for her but they can’t act on it because of the power dynamics in the hospital would be considered “taking advantage” of her.

His expression softens instantly at her sweet voice, his eyes locking onto hers. He swallows hard, pushing down the feelings he can't act on. "Yes?" He replies gruffly, trying to maintain some semblance of distance and professionalism. "What is it?"

“What’s the cafeteria got today”

He blinks, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic. A small smile tugs at his lips as he plays along, grateful for the distraction from his inappropriate thoughts. "Uh, let me check." He pulls out his phone, scrolling through the hospital cafeteria menu.

“Morphine makes me hungry” she mumbles.

His eyes widen slightly at her admission, a mix of concern and amusement on his face. "Morphine does that sometimes. It can stimulate your appetite." He continues scrolling, trying not to think too much about the fact that she's high on pain medication and still managing to be adorable.

“Do that have the mash potatoes.. fuck I could eat a boat load of them bitches” she says lazily her head lulling on the pillow side to side.

He chuckles, the sound warm and genuine. "Yes, they do have mashed potatoes. And I'll have them bring you an extra large serving." He sends a quick text, no doubt ordering her a heaping plate of comfort food. "Anything else my hungry resident needs?"

He nods when she shakes her head no, tucking his phone away. "Alright then. I'll make sure they bring it up to you as soon as possible." He pauses, his eyes softening as he looks at her. "You know, most people on morphine would be out cold by now."

“Thank you Robby I adore you”

He freezes at her words, his heart skipping a beat. He knows she doesn't mean it romantically—she's high on pain meds—but it still sends a jolt of warmth through him. "Yeah yeah, adore me all you want when you're high."

“You’re the best”

His face breaks into a genuine smile, trying not to show how much those words actually affect him. "Sweetheart, you're delirious." He checks her IV, adjusting the flow just slightly to make her more comfortable. "And stop making me melt right now, I'm trying to be a professional."

she nods and lays back on the pillow, “you gonna stay with me or do you gotta go be Dr. Mcsteamy elsewhere”

He lets out a soft chuckle, moving to sit in the chair beside her bed. "Dr. McSteamy has other patients, unfortunately. But I'll stay with you until your food arrives and you're settled." He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

she mumbles, “my arms feel like jello”

He nods sympathetically, understanding full well the neurological side effects of morphine. "That's a common side effect with pain meds. Your muscles might feel weak and clumsy." He glances at her slender arms resting on the blanket. "Need me to check them for you?"

“Iss okayyy” she slurs.

He smiles softly, appreciating her nonchalant attitude even in her drugged state. "Alright, just let me know if you need anything." He pauses, watching her for a moment before asking, "Are you feeling any pain right now?"

“Nope I feeel good”

He lets out a relieved sigh, a small smile playing on his lips. "Good. That's exactly what the morphine should be doing—blocking the pain signals to your brain." He stands up abruptly, making her blink slowly. "I'm gonna go check on something really quick, okay?"

He quickly exits the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. He walks down the hallway, his mind racing with thoughts of her drugged state and how adorable she looked. He checks on another patient briefly before returning to her room, closing the door softly behind him.

she smiles, “tell a friend to tell a friend.. he’s backkk”

He chuckles softly, rolling his eyes playfully. "Well, at least someone's keeping track of my whereabouts." He moves to sit back in the chair beside her bed, his eyes never leaving her face. "Feeling any better now that your favorite doctor has returned?"

“My emotional support grumpy attending”

He throws his head back and laughs, a genuine sound that fills the room. "Emotional support grumpy attending? I like that." He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "You know what? I'll take that title. Makes me sound almost cuddly."

He studies her for a moment, his expression softening. "You're something else, you know that? Most people would be curled up in a ball, crying and moaning after what you've been through. But not you. No, you're just smiling and cracking jokes like everything's fine."

she nods, “morphine is sooo nice”

He laughs again, shaking his head. "Yeah, morphine definitely has its perks." He stands up suddenly, moving to the foot of her bed. "Alright, since you're feeling so great thanks to the drugs, I'm gonna do something that might hurt a little bit."

“Oh?”

He grins mischievously. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to be extra gentle. I wouldn't want to mess with my favorite resident." He reaches out and gently lifts the blanket covering her shoulder he popped into place, his fingers brushing against her skin. "I just need to check something real quick."

He bites his lower lip, concentrating on his task. His fingers press gently against her collarbone, moving down to her shoulder. He grits his teeth slightly. He knows she's high on morphine, so her pain tolerance is probably through the roof. He presses down harder than he normally would, testing something.

He watches closely as her muscles twitch under his touch. He nods to himself, seeming satisfied with the results. He gently lowers the blanket back down, covering her shoulder once again. "Alright, all done." He walks back around to the side of her bed, sitting back down in the chair.

He watches her smile, feeling a strange warmth in his chest. He clears his throat, trying to shake off the feeling. "You know what? I'm gonna go get some coffee real quick." He stands up abruptly again. "Be right back."

She watches him leave.

He quickly exits the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. He leans against the wall outside, running a hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh. "What the hell is wrong with me?" He mutters to himself. "She's my resident, Off limits."

she lays in the hospital bed starting to fall asleep.

After a few moments, Robby pushes off the wall and re-enters the room carrying a cup of coffee. He pauses mid-step as he notices her drifting off to sleep. A small smile tugs at his lips as he approaches quietly. "Looks like someone's finally crashing."

He watches her sleep for a moment, his expression softening. He sets his coffee down on the side table and gently pulls up the blanket to cover her shoulders more securely. He sits back down in the chair, pulling out his phone to scroll through medical journals.

[luckyarchivist]

TOUCHSTARVED 2.0: Them Changes (spoiler warning!)

Hello, all! Below is a HUGE (~3K words) post about all the changes I noticed in the Touchstarved 2.0 prologue/demo. It's as much for my benefit as for yours, and I'll hopefully be incorporating some of these notes into my loresheets in the next couple of weeks.

Long story short: There’s been a lot of changes. I thought that even before I skipped through Fulgur’s full TOUCHSTARVED playthrough as reference and discovered even more changes I'd forgotten about. The sheer amount of sentence rewriting and reorganizing, as well as minor dialogue additions, is too much for me to cover: I have to commend the writers on the RSS team for their hard work.

Luckily, a lot of the rewriting is ultimately inconsequential (thank GOD). But I do want to highlight some changes I felt were important to characterization and story, as well as anything that just really stood out to me as someone who played the 1.0 demo, like, twice or three times with the intention of looking for clues and shit.

NOTE: These notes cover ONLY the main prologue, i.e. there's nothing in here from the LI-solo routes after the Wet Wick group scene. I'll get to those, and I want to! But it won't be today.

Kuras: Introduction

Definitely, there were dialogue changes and additions in Kuras’s introduction. However, to my memory, there was nothing that would change his characterization significantly. So, we’ll skip right over him. Love you, Kuras! Thanks for making things easy.

If you have any big changes that you noticed in Kuras's introduction compared to the first demo, let me know either on this post, or in an ask! I always miss stuff and I'd appreciate the check.

What I will say about Kuras's introduction, though? The MC says that “[Kuras] towers over [their] prone form” and... Technically, they're supine. "Prone" means you’re face down, which MC clearly is not.

Leander and the Adderstone: Introduction

This is gonna be the longest section — 3 pages on my Google Docs. Please hang in there!

As stated in the RSS devlog for the 2.0 update, Leander's introduction has changed quite a bit. But I actually want to start by talking about Leander's followers first — previously the Bloodhounds, now the Adderstone. First: the name.

An adderstone is a glassy stone with a naturally occurring hole through it. There are all kinds of myths about the creation and use of these stones, which I encourage you to look up (it’s fun to learn!) but they have a strong connection with druidic magic; druids believed that serpents would gather in giant entangled “knots” and that the stone would be produced at the center of that knot.

Already you can see a connection with Le in the magic connotations, but the snake reference is not to be ignored, either for him or his group. An adder is a venomous viper — while their bites are not usually fatal to humans, they are quite painful, and they show up often in Welsh and British folklore. (Maybe all those people who thought Leander was British were actually right!) Perhaps MC has unknowingly walked into the center of a knot of snakes.

To me, this change in name also mirrors the change in the way the group acts. The Bloodhounds were rowdy drunks, though well-meaning, and did as Leander commanded like loyal dogs. They crowd around for the treat of his magic and disperse at his command, and yell at the MC angrily when they bring up the Senobium. 

By contrast, the Adderstone is a much more insular, subdued group. After Leander’s impassioned speech against the Senobium, you are stopped from speaking to him by one of its members, as if he’s a high-ranking official or something. In addition, when you mention the Senobium, instead of being outwardly angry, the Adders go silent and wary.

In addition, this new Adderstone has:

No motto. The Bloodhounds’ motto, stated on their poster, was “As above, so below.”

No uniforms. Leander’s Bloodhounds all wore green cloaks.

With the Adderstone discussed, it's time to turn to the man of the hour.

Mainly, Leander has now been established as a Man Of The People, one who is actively encouraging Lowtowners to stay away from the Senobium. This is a huge change from his "gregarious performer" personality, and it seeps into all of his new introduction (which is a good thing!).

Leander is now an anti-traditionalist. In both versions of the demo, he asks if MC is aware that in Eridia, "information is worth its weight in gold." However, in 2.0., he follows that up by saying that he "[doesn’t] much care for outdated traditions," and opts to tell you the truth without any "payment."

Leander presents himself as one of many victims of the Senobium's "propaganda," saying that he used to idolize them until he realized they were an elitist organization. This is in line with his socmed fun fact, which states that he turned down the opportunity to become a Senobium mage to pursue his own ambitions: clearly, something to do with his presence in Lowtown, though I won't go so far as to say he's trying to uplift the district or anything yet.

In addition to these points, Leander's more outwardly sexual, submissive, and flirty personality in his intro has been toned waaaay down in favor of making him seem more like a competent leader of a...rebel organization? I'm not quite sure what the Adders are in contrast with the Senobium.

Here are some examples of his more leaderly traits and the removals of his more fanservicey behaviors in his introduction.

Leander asks if you're looking for a guide or an escort to the Senobium, whereas in the last version he does not mention taking you there himself at all. Implies that he's taking direct responsibility for you.

It's now explicitly stated that his line, "You can tie me up if it makes you feel better," is a joke to ease tension and not actually flirting. He also doesn't blush :(

The bartender doesn't mention Leander's "escapades" explicitly anymore.

Small change, but in 2.0, Leander tells you to take a deep breath and counts you down to touching him, whereas in 1.0, you count yourself down. He's guiding MC's behavior.

Before, in the tavern scene, Mhin asks if Leander warned MC about Eridia. In 1.0, he did not; in 2.0, he does in fact warn you that, “Eridia is twice as dangerous as it is wondrous. Be careful out there."

This definitely makes him seem more dependable, but less cute, in my opinion. I was particularly crushed by devs cutting Le's line, "Look, we match!" when talking about his gold jewelry and MC's gold scars. This has been replaced with, IMHO, a weak flirty line that doesn't endear me as much to him.

The devs stated in their 2.0 changelog that Leander's character is still the same, but that his new intro is a better reflection of his full route. At this point, I disagree: I think he's being portrayed as very different here, though my opinion may change once I do his post-tavern scene.

Though I'm sure some people thought of Leander as flat when compared to the other LIs, I think that added to his whole "too good to be true" and "let me be the reprieve for what haunts you" angle — someone who seems totally normal, but is actually a danger to you.

Of course, the first angle has been retained with him being the heroic opposition to the Senobium. But he's gone from a clumsy, cute everyman with impressive magical powers to the leader of a kind of movement, which is very different as far as archetypes go (to me, at least). It's certainly possible that we'll see this other side of him later, or even that I'll see it whenever I do his post-tavern scene, but he leaves a very different first impression.

I also wonder if devs were worried that Leander was being oversexualized before his route came out because of all the references in his intro, and decided to 1) curb people's impressions of him as the local slut and/or 2) cut down on disappointment when there's no sex in his route by introducing his moral mission first.

(To clarify, I wasn't under the impression there would be fully written sex scenes or NSFW CGs, but I don't know if they're planning to do a fade-to-black situation, or not have any sex present at all.)

Finally, and this is a note about MC during this section: I noticed that the wording of their previous "experience" has been changed.

Why change this to make it more vague? It's not like it was raunchy before. The 2.0 line reads more like the MC, I think (mainly the first sentence), and also clarifies for everyone that the reason MC may not be a virgin is because touching their naked shoulder is safe. But, when I was reading it, I was like, "Why change this line, of all the lines?"

1.0: I've been with other people — kissed them, been embraced by them, and more — but not like this.

2.0: It’s not as if I’ve never been touched. My curse only extends to my hands, and desperation spurs creativity.

I guess you could ask that for any line that was changed, though, and it's not like I was particularly attached to it. But it does seem like another instance where a more direct reference to sex was omitted.

Vere: Introduction

Vere’s dialogue was definitely altered and significantly shuffled.

The main change is that now you’re able to walk away from Vere, which causes him to break from his careless façade — another thing mentioned in the social media posts (that Vere is not naturally aloof and needs to work to affect this behavior). He just wants someone to play his little mind games with :(

Vere's dialogue has also been made a little more classy, perhaps, by removing the mention of a handjob and the word "sex" from his intro. Not that it's a huge loss, considering he kept all his other innuendo.

Finally, Vere's line after smelling MC has changed, and this is one I think is real suspicious.

Did devs feel like his initial line was, perhaps, giving too much away? Or has the intention of the line changed? Basically what I'm asking is: will we still find out, later in Vere's story, that there's some sort of kinship between MC and Vere in what kind of being they are?

1.0: Not quite human, not quite monster. Seems we’re both—

2.0: There’s something else... / It seems I underestimated you. You’re—

These are really the only major changes, though — the rest didn't change much, just moved around. Thanks for that, Vere. This is the ONLY time you’ll find me thanking you for anything, at least until you start taking my commissions to draw Ais oiled up and tied down.

The Senobium / Ais: Introduction

Ais's dialogue was changed the least out of all the LIs, as far as I can tell, which to me suggests that devs have the best idea of his characterization and the strongest foundation for his route compared to the rest. Makes sense, since he's the poster boy. But he does change one of his lines, and I'm kinda mad about it even though it's literally soooo inconsequential. This is Ais's response after you ask him where the gang he's supposed to be the leader of even is:

Literally a one-word change! But to me, that was a line that helped define Ais's voice, and I'm sad it's gone.

1.0: Gang took a walk.

2.0: They took a walk.

Really, though, I'll be spending this section focused on the newly named Iris, the "red-eyed woman" who appears outside the Senobium to take you to the Seaspring. MC's interaction with her changed quite drastically compared to 1.0.

Her appearance, or the description of it, has changed. Before there was a lot of emphasis on her physical features (gauntness, smiling too widely) whereas now it's all about her clothing (lack of shoes, moth-eaten garments, jewelry).

In addition, instead of making idle small talk with you that the MC can choose to ignore, Iris asks you to your face if you need help.

Before, she never introduced herself, and was referred to simply as "red-eyed woman". This time, she politely introduces herself as Iris.

Overall, she now has a personality that isn't just "creepy lady". She's embarrassed when she shows MC the hole in her neck; she reassures the MC of their safety when they don't want to walk out of the city.

This one's weird: Before, the red-eyed woman waves you off, and you continue on to the Spring; now, Iris disappears right in front of you. What kind of power is that?

Iris is now a character made to directly contrast the Seaspring with the Senobium. Here is a woman, obviously kept alive by some mysterious and possibly sinister force, but one who holds her hand out to you and offers you assistance. In contrast, the Senobium's gates and patrolling staff scorn you and push you away because of your status as a poor "tourist". The Seaspring is the poor man's miracle and the outcast's salvation.

I also noticed two themes in Iris's dialogue that stood out: choice and honesty. She only mentions the latter once, if you answer her truthfully (saying "I do" when she asks if you need help), but because I wrote that post about Ais and honesty, it made me wonder... Is this a theme for Ais, as the de facto leader of the Seaspring's thralls, or for Ocudeus, as the Spring's host?

As far as the former, she mentions that you have a choice a lot. For example:

So, not only is Ais telling you to really consider if you want to join the Seaspring groupmind, but even other thralls are emphasizing that you have the ability to turn away from it.

1.0: If I’ve caught your interest, follow me. It’s only a short walk away.

2.0: I can take you there, if you like. You can decide on your own once you see it. [MC: And if I say no?] It’s your choice.

Speaking of the groupmind, how does Iris know her name? Ais says in both 1.0 and 2.0 that, “When you drink from the Seaspring, you forget who you are.” If that's the case (and if we're willing to excuse Ais retaining his own identity due to Main Love Interest Syndrome), how can someone like Iris introduce herself and retain her human personality?

You could say that the groupmind retains every person's individual personality, but I was under the impression initially that the groupmind assimilated all identities into one. Something to think on, and to wait for more information about.

Mhin: Introduction

In the transition from Ais to Mhin, we get to see more inclusion of socmed fun facts: The MC unwinds their glove in an attempt to touch the Soulless chasing them and pacify it long enough to escape. Look at our MC, with useful powers!

Some smaller changes with Mhin's characterization:

They've made Mhin more considerate :) In 1.0, they pull you to your feet and pretty much immediately let go of you; in 2.0, they hold onto your hand long enough, and ask you verbally, to make sure you're stable before letting go, even though MC can tell that holding your hand makes them really uncomfortable.

No more calling Mhin short :( I guess that would be rude to do to someone you just met and who saved your life...

Mhin gets to talk about their hobbies: anatomy!, although they say when asked that they "[haven't] quite" studied anatomy or medicine. This definitely gives them a scholarly layer that wasn't as clear before.

The biggest change is that Mhin tells you that they grew up in Eridia, and that the city used to be better than it is now. Literally, while I was playing, I said "What?!" out loud. This is huge, because Mhin's whole thing is that they were a "relative newcomer" to the city. However, they now know the streets well enough to navigate MC in the dark back to the Amaryllis District by themself, where they and MC run into Kuras.

So, with this change, I have a whole bunch of new questions. Is Mhin's released character summary and backstory going to change by the release of the full game? If not, why did they and their family leave? What brought them back when it seems like they hate it here? How long were they there before MC got there?

We'll see if some of these are answered in the after-tavern scene, but for now, I really don't know what to think. I appreciated having a character who was also fresh meat in the city while not being as fresh as MC, as it allowed for a little "new kid" camaraderie while still letting Mhin guide you and teach you about Eridia. We'll see where it goes!

The Tavern Scene

Mainly line changes here I wanted to comment on, but let's go through the minor characterization or world changes first.

The drink Leander gives you, the "local specialty," is now a pomegranate wine instead of a plum gin. Yeah, yeah, Underworld, forbidden fruit. I've been through a literary symbolism class before.

Vere is made to seem less drunk when you speak to him and Ais, as he's no longer hiccuping like he was in 1.0. Seems he and the demon can hold their liquor. I'll miss you, cute drunk Vere.

And now, the main event: dialogue alterations! Let's run through 'em.

Mhin's line to Vere when they first enter the bar: "I thought Ais wasn’t allowed to bring his pets in here." -> “I thought pets weren’t allowed in here.” This is probably to make Mhin seem more distant from Ais: after all, how would they know about Ais's affinity for pets or his relationship with Vere? This one makes sense to me, even though the first line is a better burn.

Vere's line to Leander, once Leander realizes that everyone already knows each other: “Mmhmm, I’m starting to suspect [MC's] stalking me.” -> “To think we’d cross paths once again. It must be fate.” I like this change because Vere is very fate-coded to me. Give him some tarot cards, stat.

Leander's paypig lines to Vere have been changed, probably for the same reason Mhin's lines to Vere were changed: to imply that, while they know each other, Le doesn't know enough about Vere to know his expensive tastes.

And then the line change I'm mad about, which I talked about in this post, when MC is complaining about Ais kicking them out of the Seaspring just so he could go drinking:

I know this is partially nostalgia bias, but I’ve already talked about Ais’s whole honesty thing, and literally his fatal flaw is that he “lets his emotions rule him.” Why change this line?

1.0: I was lonely.

2.0: Had to give you a reason to come looking. Miss me yet?

Although MC acknowledges that Ais’s more flirty response in 2.0 is a deflection rather than a real answer, my current understanding of Ais is rooted in his honesty and his heart-on-my-sleeve behavior. He even says that about himself when comparing himself to Kuras (at least, in the 1.0 version of his route). It feels like a loss not to maintain his almost-blasé attitude towards just telling you how he really feels.

Now it's your turn!

While I find time to play the LI-exclusive sections, I'd love to hear from y'all. Any changes I missed in the main prologue that you think are important? Do you agree or disagree with me on any of the points I've made or conclusions I've drawn? Want me to expand on something I mentioned? Please let me know, either here or in my asks!

I had a great time playing the new demo and writing all of this up! It'll only be for a short while, but I'm happy to be back investigating this game :)