#I am so nervous slash excited

[glitterinlowgravity]

*wakes up every 20 minutes because what if I oversleep*

what kind of bullshit—

[themainchronicles]

i loveeee my poolverine oomfies btw. i have like 2 that like and reblog almost all my poolverine posts and i see u guys and hear you. we are the best echo chamber ever created

[dantakeyoman]

Neteyam Has Something Important To Tell You As You Patch Him Up (SFW)

Reader is Fem! Omaticaya

CW: fluff, Neteyam is smooth asf, little bit of blood, Neteyam is a simp, Mo’at is an awesome wing-woman, Utral Aymokriyä is where Jake and Neytiri mated

“Be sure that mushroom is ground well, (y/n). We will need it when the hunting party return,” Mo’at instructed, implying the bioluminescent fungi that sat next to you.

You nodded firmly, placing the plant into something that was the earthly equivalent of a mortar and pestle, and promptly starting your work.

You loved your job as a healer, and took it very seriously. Even more so since, recently, Mo’at has been giving you lessons in perfecting your craft.

The right way to turn your wrist when grinding ingredients, how one’s blood can tell their origins, better methods to connect with Eywa.

Because of her, you have become 10x the better healer than you were before, and you were beyond thankful.

Throughout your childhood, you had dreamed of becoming a healer and helping your people. But once you met a certain Sully, who was next in line for Olo’eyktan, that dream slightly warped throughout the years.

Of course you still wanted to heal your people, there was no doubt about that. But instead of being a healer, you wanted to be the healer.

His healer.

“Not too much, (y/n). You don’t want the paste to be too thin,” Mo’at calmly reminded, keeping her eyes on her own grinding.

You snapped yourself out of it, slightly embarrassed that you let yourself become so lost in thought.

“Sorry,” you apologized, quickly putting the bowl down.

“Is there something on your mind, child?” she asked, a slight smirk on her face.

Just by your flustered face, she could tell what you were thinking about. 

Or rather, who.

She wasn’t blind to how you looked at Neteyam, or how Neteyam looked at you. She had known about your feelings for each other since you were children. 

And since her grandson was fast approaching the age where he would become Olo’eyktan, she figured refining your healing abilities would improve your candidacy for Tsahik.

Not like anyone else held a candle to you in Neteyam’s eyes anyway.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I am just-.” You suddenly remembered why you had busied yourself with medicine-making in the first place.

“Nervous for the hunting party,” you told a hafl-truth, sighing as you picked up the next mushroom, dropping it in the bowl.

Jake was letting Neteyam lead the hunting party for the first time.

And to say you were nervous was an understatement.

“He will be fine. His father taught him well. And he has a fine healer waiting for him at home,” she knowingly smiled, pouring this small satchel of powder into her bowl.

You blushed, focusing back to your bowl at the woman’s implications.

Surely you hadn’t made it that obvious.

And by the grace of Eywa, the familiar scent of the man you love ( he had completed Iknimaya a while ago ) filled the healing room.

“Grandmother! (y/n)! You must come and see what we have brought back. You will never believe it’s size!” Neteyam exclaimed as he quickly opened the tent flaps, his voice beaming with happiness

You quietly laughed to yourself at his excited manner, feeling foolish for ever being worried in the first place.

You giddily turned around, only to be met with his proud, bloody-faced smile.

“Neteyam!” you worriedly gasped, frantically getting up an rushing over to him.

He had large scratches on his cheek, and one big slash on his chest, all of which left large stains of blood on his skin.

You quickly, and carefully, held his face in your hands, ignoring his insisting that he was fine as you turned it to see if there was any more damage. 

“Are you alright? Does it hurt?”

Neteyam smiled to himself, stupidly, relishing in the feeling of your soft hands on his face.

He could feel himself heating up just by your closeness. And by this distance, he could see every beautiful feature on your face perfectly.

“Why are you smiling? This is serious! Please, sit down,” you ordered, taking your hands from his face and grabbing his forearm, walking him in the middle of the room and sitting him down.

Mo’at smiled, carefully placing her bowl on the floor and standing up. “I shall give you two a moment.”

And with that, she walked out the room, but not without shooting you a wink before closing the flaps.

You sighed, grabbing the bowl she put down and sitting in front of Neteyam.

“It does not hurt as bad as you think. Truly,” he smiled, your fussing over him making something stir inside his stomach.

“Well pain or not, I must put this on your wounds so they may heal properly,” you dismissed, scooping up a small glob of paste with your two fingers.

When you looked back up at him, you realized that you were too far away. In order for this medicine to work, it must be rubbed in well.

Neteyam looked at you, confused, as you took a deep breath, quickly sitting yourself in his lap, practically straddling him.

His breath hitched.

He had never had his crush sit on top of him before. Hell, you had never even been this close to him before.

Every part of him that was touching you was now heating up by the second, so much so that he’d thought he’d burn.

But looking at your face, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world, like you had done this a million times before.

“I’m sorry, but I have to rub this in correctly,” you apologized, beginning to massage the paste into the cuts on his face.

“I have no complaints,” he smiled, resting his hands on your waist so you wouldn’t fall off.

When you got to a particularly large cut, he winced, the paste making the wound sting.

You smirked, giving him a soft flick on the forehead. “I know the future Olo’eyktan is not taken down by a little medicine.”

He smirked off the pain, looking you right in the eyes. “Never.”

You chuckled, moving on to next cut, when the mention of the position reminded you of your thoughts earlier.

But your thoughts soon turned for the worse. 

“You are going to become Olo’eyktan soon. How do you feel?” you asked emptily, placing your two paste covered fingers on his chest.

He was concerned with your sudden mood change, but also loved the way your fingers felt on his skin, sending another stir to his stomach.

“It is exciting. And scary at the same time. I have so much to live up to,” he truthfully answered, looking down at himself.

You scooped some more paste on your fingers, giving him a quick glance.

“Well, you are not alone. You will have a Tsahik,” you sadly smiled, halting your massages on his wound.

You did not want to cry in front of him, but the tears were beginning to well.

“We have many that will surely be a good fit. Eyati is a strong hunter. And beautiful, too.”

It all clicked for Neteyam.

That was why you looked so sad. You believed he was going to chose someone else as his mate ( like he would ever ).

Amused, he laughed, slightly offended that you would ever think that anyone could take your place in his heart.

“What is so funny?” you asked softly, looking at him sad eyes, quite hurt that he was laughing.

He smiled, cupping your cheek in his hand. 

“You talk of me mating with another woman as you sit in my lap, massaging my chest. My love, that is funny.”

My love?

His thumb caressed your cheek as he pulled you in closer, resting his forehead on yours.

“(y/n), I see no one better fit than you to be my Tsahik. You may not be a strong hunter, but you are a strong healer. And more beautiful than any woman I have ever seen. Eyati may be a good fit, but you are the one I wish to mate with, not her,” Neteyam spoke sincerely, his eyes not leaving you for a moment.

You were flustered to say the least.

You’d never thought you’d hear those words coming out of his mouth. And boy, did it sound amazing when they did.

“(y/n)...I see you,” he finished, smiling as you cupped his cheek, placing his hand on top of yours.

“I see you, Neteyam,” you smiled back, a few happy tears managing to slide down your cheeks.

That was all he needed before he roughly kissed you, pulling you in by the nape of your neck.

You kissed just as roughly, moving your hands down to his chest as he tilted his head, getting better angle on you.

He wrapped his tail around your thigh, you doing same, trying to keep each other as close together as possible.

But sooner or later, you had to breath.

The both of you separated, panting with smiles on your face as you rested on each other’s forehead again.

“Forget dinner. I want to take you to Utral Aymokriyä right now,” Neteyam seductively growled, wrapping you in his arms and standing up, twirling you around the room.

“Neteyam! You still have to heal!” you blushed, resting your hands on his chest as you buried your face in his shoulder in embarrassment.

[daydreams-after-dark]

Scientist Chan part 3 of ∞

SMUT WARNING // MDNI ⚠️ scientist!Chan (Chris) x test subject fem!reader (with special guest Prof. Lee Minho)

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Scientist Christopher is conducting sex experiments on you. Join him as he tests your limits, bringing in his colleagues along the way, holding presentations and demonstrations. This is unhinged and wild, and will contain a lot of adult only content. Please check content warnings on each instalment.

In part 1, Chris introduced sexual intercourse into the experiment, which was a success.

In part 2, he explored your reaction to various sexual positions, and introduced anal penetration while on a video call with Professor Lee Minho

Unhinged level 🤡🤡🤡🤡

Part 3 Summary: Professor Lee Minho visits to assist with the experiment of double penetration.

A/n: I’m back with another scientist experiment. Although I’m starting to think it might not be a legit experiment 😵‍💫 I hope you enjoy this instalment… I’m nervous 🫣

CW: where do I start? 😵‍💫 cum eating, vaginal and anal penetration (dildos and penises), forced orgasms, cream pie, rough sex, scientific (not really) situation, videotaping sexual acts, double pen, squirting, oral sex (m and f rec), restraints (strapping down onto bed, ball gag), stretch kink, size kink, I hope I haven’t forgotten anything.

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"You wanted to see me, Chris?" you say as you enter his office-slash-experiment room.

He looks up from his notes and gives you a tired smile. "Yes," he taps the couch beside him, gesturing you to take a seat.

Wordlessly, you sit down beside him.

"Now, tomorrow Professor Lee will be visiting." he begins. You shift in the seat. You're nervous, but excited about what is going to happen.

"I wanted to reassure you that all the regular rules will still be in place. You have your safeword and gestures, and we will ensure we don't push you too far before you're ready." he looks you in the eye. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You know that, yes?"

You nod. "Yes, Chris. I know. I understand. But... how are you feeling about this? Sharing your experiment with someone? Letting another researcher touch your test subject?"

Chris looks up at the ceiling and sighs. "I've been really looking forward to it. But to be completely honest with you I'm also nervous. So far it's just been you and me." he reaches out to hold your hand. "I'm not sure how I am going to go with sharing. But at the same time, we need other's to know about our experiments."

You nod in agreement. "So," you slide onto your knees on the floor in front of him. "Tell me what I should expect of tomorrow's activities." you purr, reaching for his belt. This isn't experiment time, so you're free to do whatever you feel like. Right now, you want to ease Chris's tension.

"Well," he says shakily, watching you slowly unclasp his belt and then pop the button on his trousers. "We'll set up the cameras. All angles this time. Professor Lee will...ngh...fuck...arrive." You free his semi hard cock from the confines of his trousers. "He'll be bringing some devices...god...your mouth...so warm...He wants you restrained while he inspects you and prepares you for his cock...yeah, like that...good girl..."

You take him into your mouth as far as you can, while stroking the remainder of his length with your hand.

"The goal...ngh...for you to take two cocks...fuck... so good..."

You take your time pleasuring Chris, making him feel good. You love the sounds he makes when you give him head. You love when he surrenders to you, letting you do whatever you want to him.

You take him even deeper into your mouth. You know he loves the feeling of being lodged in your throat.

“Ngh…I’m fucking close, Babygirl. Gonna..”

You sit back on your knees and open your mouth wide as he stands and strokes himself, painting your tongue in his thick white cum. He reaches down and closes your mouth.

"Swallow." he says softly. You do, then open your mouth to show him you’ve swallowed everything he’s given you.

"Good girl."

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"Good afternoon, Chris. Good to see you." Professor Lee is handsome, and you relax slightly when you see him. He’s young, like Chris, with almond shaped eyes and dark brown hair.

"This must be your lovely test subject. Pleased to meet you young lady." He shakes your hand. "It's nice to finally put a face to the pussy." he smirks. "Shall we set everything up?" he turns to Chris.

The two men waste no time setting up the lighting and the cameras around the examination bed. They fashion an overhead camera to capture everything from a birds-eye view, another camera that will capture your facial expressions, a few that will film everything going on below the waist, and a hand held camera for close ups.

"Put this around your neck." Chris slid a microphone around your neck. The only thing you were wearing.

You catch a glimpse of Professor Lee unpacking his devices and see him retrieve two large dildos. One was extremely long and clear, with the entire length covered in ridges. The other was extra thick and also very long.

You glance at Chris to see an unhinged expression on his face, and it makes you want to be a good little test subject for them.

"Okay, lay down. Professor Lee needs to do his own inspections and tests before we begin." Chris pats the bed.

You do as instructed, laying down flat on the bed, while Chris explains to Lee that the end section of the examination table can be detached and removed for ease of access.

"Okay, open your legs for me and hold them up." Professor Lee instructs, and he removes the end of the bed. He sits himself on the swivel stool that Chris often uses, and takes in the sight before him.

He sucks in a breath between his teeth. "It's the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen." he swallows hard. He pushes down on the underside of your thighs with the palms of his hands, and uses his thumbs to spread your labia. You try not to moan.

He runs a thumb up your slit and lifts the hood of your clitoris. "Everything is perfect." he mumbles.

He grabs his camera to take a few photos of your pussy, then sets it down.

He turns to Chris. "I need to try something. Pass me one of your vibrators." he stretches out his hand impatiently, and Chris hands it to him.

He turns it in to the highest setting but he doesn't touch you with it. Instead, he just spreads your lips open and waits.

"Chris. You need to be filming this. If what you say you've noticed is correct we should be seeing...Yes...Yes, there it is. See the arousal oozing out of her!" he says excitedly.

You know what they're talking about. As soon as the vibrator had been turned on, your cunt was clenching. Your breath had quickened, and you desperately felt the need to be filled.

"She's aroused by just the sound. Let's see if she'll climax."

Both men watch you intently as you feel an orgasm building. Your mind can’t help but imagine them fucking you with the vibrator. Better yet, one of them fucking you with their cock while pressing the vibrator to your clit.

"She's close." Chris states as you start to writhe on the bed and grind your hips against nothing.

"Please...need to come." you whimper.

"Come for us. Nobody's stopping you." Lee says.

"C-can't...need more..." you cry.

"Come for us or else we'll abandon the experiment." he growls.

"Oh...fuck...ngh..." Your back arches off the bed as you sob through the most frustrating orgasm of your life.

"Yes... good girl." Lee praises, and releases his hands. "Did you take note of the timing etc?"

Chris nods. "Yes. Now for the restraints. Y/n, this next experiment is to monitor your body's reaction to being stimulated whilst under a captive situation. We'll be strapping you down to the bed." He explains as the two scientists fix a strap across your chest and abdomen, with your arms tucked into your sides, so that you can't lift off the bed.

Your legs are tied up into the standard stirrups you have used before, so you're spread open wide.

Finally, a ball gag is secured in your mouth, then another, small strap secures your head to the bed. You're not sure why you need a microphone at this point, but figure they want to capture any sound you make, whether it's muffled or not.

You can't move or speak, but a little buzzer is placed in your hand if you want to stop anything that is happening to you.

The scientists work silently. You're not sure what they are doing until finally you feel something press against your ass. You assume its a dildo covered in cold lube, and you silently gasp when you feel it breach your rim. A thumb rubs your clit gently as the dildo pushes in a tiny bit further. They don't rush, taking their time to insert the dildo bit by bit. From what you can tell, it's the ribbed dildo, and your eyes roll into the back of your head just imagining it penetrating you.

Deeper and deeper you feel the dildo filling you, and tears prickle your eyes. How much more are they going to push inside? You moan and try to move against the restraints.

"You have your buzzer if you need." Chris reassures you. "You're doing so well. This is the deepest you've ever taken anything. It's longer than my cock."

"Just a little more." Lee states as he gives the dildo one last push. "There we go."

It's so deep you're not sure if this is even safe anymore, but your worry turns to pleasure as soon as you feel a warm, wet mouth on your pussy. A tongue swirls around your vaginal opening and then licks at your clit. You're sure its Professor Lee, and when he growls against you know for sure.

As he laps at your pussy hungrily, his tongue reaching for the depths of your cunt, you start to sob. This is going to be too much. You're not going to survive this experiment. You're already reduced to a quivering mess and they've barely started.

Lee tugs on the dildo, allowing it to slip out part way, then pushes it back inside you. Once, twice, and you're fucking coming all over his face. Who is this man?

Lee laps up your arousal, mumbling at the taste and how hard it's making him, then his mouth is gone.

It's so hard to breath with your mouth gagged like this, trying to get as much oxygen through your nose as possible. You've barely recovered from your orgasm when you feel another device, this time at your vagina. The thick dildo.

"She's so tight from her orgasms it's hard to push in." Lee comments.

"That happens, you just need to put some force behind it." Chris advises.

"hmmmmm!" You push against the restraints again, as you're stretched open with the dildo.

"Shh... Babygirl. We wouldn't have pushed so hard if we didn't think you could take it." soothes Chris, stroking your thigh.

You relax slightly at his touch and Lee is able to push the dildo in a little further.

He gives you some time for your body to adjust, and then starts to fuck you gently with both dildos.

You're so full, so stretched. The dildos are so deep inside you. But as Lee fucks you with them slowly and relentlessly, you feel the pleasure building once more.

"Get right in with the camera, Chris. We need to document this in as much detail as possible. Note her quivering legs. She'll almost at her limit. Do you think you've prepared her well enough for both our cocks?"

A moment’s silence passes.

"She's ready." Chris announces.

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Chris is lying on his back on the examination bed. He’s fully naked, so nothing can obstruct the view of what is about to unfold. "You need to straddle me." he gestures for you to climb on top. "We're just going to start with one cock, that's it, slide down on it...yes..." he says with a strained voice.

Professor Lee stands at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock as he watches you ride Chris. "She swallows you up perfectly." he states as he grabs your hips and guides you up and down Chan's cock.

"Her cunt's moulded to the shape of my cock, that's why." he puffs.

"Hmm, well when I'm done, her ass will be moulded to the shape of mine." he presses the tip of his lubricated cock to your ass.

The ball gag has been removed now and you're free to make all the noise you want. You're already whimpering from the anticipation of being fucked by two men at once.

You're held still as Lee presses himself into you. "Good girl. Good girl. Relax for me. That's it. You're opening up. Mmm...tight little ass, stretching so well." he hisses.

You nestle your head in the crook Chris's neck. His strong arms hold you close against him.

You’re an absolute puddle of a mess. Your body is weak and pliable, and you’re mumbling incoherently between sobs. All you can think about is how aroused you are, and how incredible it feels to be experimented on like this.

You grip Chris’s arms as Lee very slowly inches his way into your ass.

“We’ve got you.” Chris reassures you. “So good taking two of us. Tell us, how does it feel?”

“It…it’s so much. I’m so full. You’re gonna split me in two…please…” you whimper.

“Please what? Talk to us.” He strokes your hair affectionately.

“Please…fuck me…love the…stretch…don’t stop fucking me.” you try to push back against the cocks, making Lee growl enthusiastically.

He grips your hips, and does his best to move faster and thrust deeper. It’s not as vigourous as it would be if it was just his cock, and you wonder what it might feel like if he wasn’t restricted by Chan inside you. Then you wonder what it might feel like if they both fucked the same hole.

“Harder… make me come!” You can’t help yourself. You want to be completely wrecked by the end of this.

“She likes it rough, perhaps?” Ponders Lee. “Maybe we should do a separate experiment exploring her pain tolerance. Kim Seungmin’s specialty.”

The two scientist’s do their best to fuck you hard, but they are slowed down by how tight the fit is. Nevertheless, all three of you are on the verge of climaxing, and it doesn’t take long for Chris to empty himself inside you with a long deep growl.

With a flick of a button, Lee lowers the bed, adjusting the height, as he guides you off Chris’s cock so you’re kneeling on the bed. You think your legs are going to give way, but the professor is strong, holding you up with ease.

“You want it harder, hmm? Well brace yourself, kitten.” He slams into your ass, over and over.

“I’ll get a specimen jar ready, she might squirt.” Chris says excitedly as he slips out from under you.

He holds a jar nearby as Lee continues to fuck your brains out. The slapping sound of skin on skin is nothing short of brutal, and you’re practically screaming from the impact.

“Fuck! Fuck! Coming!!!!” You sob as your orgasm hits, and as predicted, you squirt all over the bed.

“Got some.” States Chris.

But the thrusting hasn’t ceased. If anything, Professor Lee has lost his mind chasing his own orgasm, relentlessly pounding into you.

“Fuck!” He moans and comes deep inside your ass, emptying every last drop inside your warmth.

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You’re cleaned up and allowed to dress, as the scientists furiously jot down notes of their observations while it’s still fresh.

Then you’re sat down for a debrief and to report your experience of the experiment. The men take down everything you say, as well as record your responses on camera.

After much discussion between Chris and Professor Lee, they decide you are ready for two new experiments.

“We believe you’re ready for double vaginal penetration.” Chris advises.

“And also to explore pain and degradation with Dr Seungmin.”

“How do you feel about that, Babygirl?”

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[sluttywonwoo]

thinking about mingi hovering over you and just whining into your neck when he feels you without a condom for the first time, then gathering you up in his arms and fucking you into oblivion 💖

for today’s birthday boy

“i don’t know why i’m so nervous,” mingi says, smiling bashfully at you.

“we’re trying something new, it’s normal to be nervous.”

“i guess you’re right, it just feels weird because i’ve wanted this for so long… so i should be excited, right?”

“are you not excited?”

“no, i am! i mean, i just… it doesn’t-”

“babe, stop overthinking it. you’re going to freak yourself out and go soft.”

mingi makes an offended whining slash grunting sound and shakes his head at you. “i could never go soft as long as i’m in your presence.”

“so romantic,” you mutter, rolling your eyes. “are you good to keep going?”

he seems to snap out of it when you ask that, brushing his nerves off with a shake of his shoulders and a couple of deep breaths.

“i’m good. are you? are you ready?”

“so ready,” you affirm, spreading your legs wider for him. you were the one to suggest fucking raw for the first time and you’ve been wet ever since. you let him finger you and tongue-fuck you open but you were adamant about not cumming until he was inside of you. he usually gets you off a couple (or several if he had his way) times before you have sex but tonight is different.

mingi hoists your thighs up around his waist as he leans down and lines himself up. the initial stretch is always incredible but it feels even better with nothing in between you. you’re the closest you can possibly be to each other. just the thought of it makes you want to cum.

“oh fuck, give me a second,” mingi hisses out.

you give him many, allowing him to recover from what you assume to be the edge of an orgasm while you adjust to his size.

“how does it feel?”

you know he’s trying to concentrate but you can’t resist asking. you need to know. you need to know if it feels as good for him as it does for you.

“it feels,” his voice cracks, “it feels too good. i thought you felt perfect before and you do but this… oh my god, i can feel just how hot and wet you are. it’s… it’s— we’re never going back to condoms.”

“that good, huh?”

“are you kidding me?” he scoffs as he gives you slow, experimental thrusts. “we’re throwing them all away as soon as we’re done here.”

[unknownperson246]

Mick catches the reader hurting themselves and comforts them by holding them close and whispering sweet nothings to them.

Hii sorry it’s lateee. *ALSO NO I AM NOT TRYING TO PROMOTE SELF-HARM AS ROMANTIC OR ROMANTICIZING IT IN ANY WAY* Just had to get it out there before anyone says “oh look the writer is romanticizing things that are harmful to people*

Real Smile

words: 1,018

warnings: *angst* *fluff* *self harm* *cussing* *depression* *mentions of medication* *a lot of crying* *use of knife/switchblade* *mentions of therapists and therapy*

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Life on the road with Mick was absolutely exhausting. You loved him but being on tour with him was mentally draining. You were homesick at least 3 times a week. You always cried and begged for Mick to take him back home. You had a negative mindset about being away from your place of peace and comfort. Mick always tried to help you by buying you things that reminded you of home but it always failed to put a smile on your face. You tried so hard to be happy but the constant fear of not knowing if you will make it home in the first place was a pain in the ass. You always used to be excited traveling and being in new places every time you woke up on the tour bus. All you wanted was to go home in the middle of Mick's tour.

“Hey sweet pea, I'm going to the store. It's 3 minutes from here so I'll be able to walk. Do you want anything?” Mick asks you, kissing you on the nose.

“Can you get me a bottle of Advil and some mint chocolate babe?” You ask him with a smile pretending that you were fine. 

You tried so hard not to act sad in front of him or else he would know what was going on. If only he knew about the negative thoughts rushing through your head.

“Sure thing” He kisses your lips before walking off of the bus. 

He walks out of the bus and walks to the store. You watch him making sure he gets to the store safely. You saw him walking in the store. You wanted to make sure he was gone for a while. You were nervous about if he caught you hurting yourself again. Last time he took you to a dumbass therapist. Your previous therapist was an asshole. She didn't ever listen. All her lazy ass would do is prescribe you some random medications that didn't even help you. Since you're on the road he wouldn't know how to help you and that would hurt him deeply knowing that he can’t do shit to help you. He would probably drive you to the closest state and get you a therapist. It was always a recurring situation for you. It took a toll on your mental health.

You dig through all of your hoodie’s pockets. You look everywhere. You look on the floor and on the counters of the bus. 

“Where is the fucker?” You sigh in frustration 

You look on the floor finding a hoodie you haven't searched yet. Your hands dig inside of the pockets. You feel something sharp in the gray hoodie you last wore. You finally pull it out of the gray hoodie you and Mick shared.  You start to slash your arms starting off light and then starting ending harshly. You cut yourself around 5 times in different places.

“Shit” You cry while hurting yourself. Mick barges through the door and startles you. You drop your switchblade knife and try to hide your arms from Mick. You notice the switchblade lying out in the open on the ground by your foot. You shove it in an empty space by the cabinets with your foot.

“Hi baby did you get the stuff?” You ask Mick with a smile on your face while wiping your tears away with your shirt’s sleeve.

“Yeah, here it is.” He drops the bag on the ground. 

He looks over at you and notices blood seeping through the white hoodie you were wearing. “Y/N you're bleeding in a lot of spots. You cut yourself again didnt you?.” He looks sad watching your arms.

He comes over at you and tries to take off your white hoodie. You take a couple of steps away from him. “Here, sit down,” He says, pointing at the chair. 

You go over to the chair and he helps you take your hoodie off.

“Hold out your arm” he says.

You hold out your arm. He goes over to the cabinet and pulls out some bandaids, alcohol and cotton pads. 

“Mick,” You say trying not to cry.

“Y/N what made you hurt yourself. When we get back I want you to go see your therapist again.” He says being careful not to sound insensitive or ignorant.

“She was a dick. I'll find a new one who can actually help” You say to him while he comes over to you with his first aid kit.

“This is going to sting” He says gently pressing the alcohol covered cotton pad over each cut. His swipes on the cuts are gentle but firm trying to stop the bleeding. 

“Ow” Your head jerks up. You flinch.

“Shh it's okay.” Mick whispers in your ear.

 Him whispering in your ear was a preview of what he was going to do for you tonight.

After he tends to all your self inflicted wounds he puts presses band aids on all of them.

“I cleaned them all up. Y/N let's lay down on our bed” He says.

He lays down with you. His long arms cover your body.

“You're going to be okay. I promise” He whispers in your ear trying to relieve you of any pain.

“You're always safe in my arms.” He whispers more sweet nothings into your ear to help alleviate you from pain

“You were made for me. I will always take care of you.” His breath tickles your ear.

“Thank you babe.” You give Mick a genuine smile for how he was taking care of you.

You haven't smiled or laughed in a while. Even when there were happy moments surrounding you. You always had this irritating feeling of anxiety. It always creeped up on you at the randomest times. Hurting yourself was the way you always coped.

“That's a real beautiful smile you have on that pretty little face.” He chuckles.

“I love you” You say as you kiss the tip of Mick's face.

“I love you more” He says while his hands are still holding on to your delicate frame.

[stardustincarnate]

I'm Scared, Hold Me // Yoosung Kim x Reader

FEMALE READER.

SUMMARY: Watching a horror movie sounded like the perfect excuse for cuddling.

WORD COUNT: 1628 words.

GENRE: Fluff.

WARNING: Cringe nicknames. Because people in love do and say cringe stuffs. Also, possible grammatical and typographical errors ahead.

♡ writing commissions | art commissions ♡

A/N: It has been a year or two since I wrote this... ig its about time I post it. I had some obsession with Yoosung back then, hehe.

Yoosung couldn't think straight. He was nervous. He was of course very excited too, even though it wasn't the first time seeing you—but it was his first time watching a movie with you. Unsurprisingly, people like him would feel nervous due to overthinking what's going to happen between you two during the movie. Especially if it were romance... But apparently that wasn't the case. Though he badly wished it was.

You two were going to watch a horror movie. It's not like he had a choice, anyway. When you told him you preferred watching scary movies he felt something drop to his gut. Horror movies?! But.. but how could he get a chance to slip his hands through yours and lock eyes with you during the most romantic part of the movie so that you two could actually do what the protagonists were doing and—oh boy. He didn't want to disappoint you so he just acquiesced.

He was quick to open the door after you had knocked. Flustered with you jumping into his arms, he sort of malfunctioned before he returned the hug. Not too tightly as he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

"I brought extra snacks for us!"

"O-Oh! But Seven already spared us a few Honey Buddha Chips and I've got some more popcorn and my mom also cooked for us.."

"Yoosung, you're forgetting one thing!"

"Oh—right!! Pizza..! How could I?!"

"Not to worry! Your knight in shining armor slash princess has brought two boxes of pizza for her baby!"

"Baby?"

"Are you not letting me come in?"

"Of course not [Y/N]! I mean—come on in!" Yoosung chuckled, nervousness evident on his tone.

Eventually the movie commenced. Initially you two were sitting with a decent space between you in the sofa but somehow before the opening credits had ended, Yoosung had found his way right beside you. And when you rested your head on his shoulder and placed your palm on his chest, he swore he had never been as red as during that day.

It was so romantic, thought he, if you were to minus the horrors currently unfolding on the monitor.

With a heap of other snacks in front of you which Yoosung had apparently forgotten existed as he was busy trying not to freak out during the first few minutes and break his manly side in front of you, you stared intently at the screen while finishing half the box of pizza.

"Oh no! Don't believe him he's just pranking you! And unknowingly putting you in danger!! Don't go in ther—oh no don't be so stupid!"

Yoosung peeled his eyes from the monitor and looked at you, a tad shocked to see you looking at him with a certain smile on your face. He was torn between thinking of it as cute or suspicious...

You giggled. "You know, the main character reminds me a lot of you."

"Eh?! But I'm not that gullible. Am I?"

"Oh, sure, chocolate milk." Yoosung shunned your gaze with his face beet red. "My cutie Yoosung." You continued, poking his cheek. He rubbed his nape and pouted, reluctantly admitting, "I guess I do find myself stumbling on pranks most of the time.. but at least now I know better not to go into an abandoned wing in case Seven tells me another one of his nonsense!"

The moment the protagonist entered the abandoned wing of the building, the door shut behind him with a loud thud. At the same time you two heard the creaking of the door.

And it wasn't part of the movie.

"Who's there?!" Yoosung squeaked and wrapped his arms around you—maybe a little too tightly—and kept on turning his head, albeit too afraid to actually look at the door.

"Yoosung, it's me!"

"Oh, mom..."

"Sorry.. I didn't interrupt anything, did I? I was just wondering if you wanted some drinks."

"Oh.. sure!"

His mother left two more bottles of soda in front of you before leaving. Once you two were alone, Yoosung realized that he didn't stop hugging you. Poor boy panicked and blushed furiously.

"I-I'm sorry [Y/N]! Did I squeeze you too hard? I'm sorry! And it's not like I was scared. Definitely not!! I just wanted to protect you in case there really was a gho—wah!! [Y/N]..!!"

There was a jumpscare. Well—it looked like one to him. Yoosung clung onto you and hid his face on your neck, his hair tickling you which made you giggle and blush furiously. You ruffled his hair and sighed fondly, "Calm down Yoosung. That's just his friend, not the ghost."

"What..?" Very slowly and reluctantly, he looked at the monitor and let out a huge sigh of relief. And just seconds later he was a fumbling mess of blushes and apologies again. "[Y/N] I'm so so sorry! Ahh.. nooo.. That wasn't very manly of me, was it? I promise to do better! It won't happen again!"

Oh, this adorable boy you so deeply loved. Sure. You grinned. But you both knew well that it was a lie, for everytime there was a scene that his brain had identified a 'jumpscare' his body would automatically attach itself into yours and he'd cover his face with his hands. Other than the crunchy munching of those Honey Buddha Chips and the sound from the movie, his squeaks filled the room.

You were having a hard time controlling your laughter. You didn't want to tease him.. Oh, poor boy! You almost took pity on your boyfriend. But to see him like that—in a state you perceived as absolutely adorable, with his hands resting on your shoulder and unintentionally squeezing them while he tried to cower behind you—really, would anyone want that moment to end? Reckon he would just have to forgive you for 'torturing' him by making him watch something that scared him to the bones. And, of course, he would forgive you for this.

Anything for you.

Although you were the one who suggested to watch a horror movie in the first place, you couldn't say that some parts didn't scare you. As it got closer to the climax, you started fidgeting your fingers, which Yoosung soon took notice. Yoosung looked at you, and a tad hesitant, he wrapped his arms around you. The tension ebbed from your body as you allowed yourself to succumb in his warm embrace. It was tentative, his hold, at first. But as moments passed and more horrors frightened the both of you, his touch eventually gave in and turned into something tight, sure, and something that felt like home, right where you belonged.

He wasn't even watching anymore. It had become a turmoil there and your occasional squeaks told him that the scene unfolding wasn't something he'd relish to see. And without heed you placed your hand above his, rubbing gently on that soft skin which caught his attention. He returned the favor and grabbed the opportunity to bring your hand underneath his—that way he could share more of his warmth with you, and that way which also allowed him to weave his fingers through yours, causing an eruption of red on both your cheeks.

"Are you okay [Y/N]?" He whispered. You looked at him—his eyes, his lips—then back to his eyes.

"I'm scared, hold me."

Yoosung was more than happy to oblige. He'd become rather bold by then. You closed your eyes as butterflies manifested themselves inside your stomach from the way he brought you sitting on his lap, his arms around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. His fingers found their way to gently comb your hair and bring them forth over your right shoulder, exposing your nape. He thought of doing it—hesitating over and over again until he gathered enough courage which spilled all over his chest, and then he was peppering your nape with the gentlest of pecks, his lips carefully grazing over your then shivering skin, the touch nothing but a lick of the wind, a flicker. The butterflies multiplied, and the heat burned your cheeks, your nape, and your ears.

The pleasant sensation contrasted starkly with the gore afoot on the screen, the turmoils unfolding in the movie. But they were paid with no heed, and in fact had been reduced into but little to no sounds by the remote which Yoosung had taken a hold of with one hand, while the other remained wrapped around your stomach, the warmth of his palm permeating your skin as he made circles with it in a careful, loving manner.

Horror movie long forgotten, you two settled on ensconcing yourselves on one another, laying on the couch, limbs interweaving, fingers interlaced.

Four words, and they were all it took for what he had been surreptitiously dreaming of and what he thought was only possible if you two had settled prior with a romance movie, to happen.

Four words, and a horror movie, and suddenly the idea of the latter wasn't so terrible anymore. Yoosung could live with that, as long as more opportunities of moments like this could present themselves before him.

Moments of you laying on his chest, delightfully humming and tracing patterns on his skin—patterns you could only see. The silence was cozy, brimming with affection. The pizza was only remembered when it was already tepid, and it took longer than it would've had been consumed if you two weren't so entangled with each other, laughing, giggling, and smiling at the sheer fact that you were placed in an intimate, comfortable position.

Yoosung smiled to himself, wishing that perhaps, even at times you aren't scared, even at the most arbitrary moments, he would get the chance to hold you like this.

Close to his heart.

Closer to his soul.

[baku-usagi]

OK just finished the new dragon age gameplay review and heres my initial thoughts so far:

sooooo much better then I was thinking it would be after the trailer.

Whoever did that trailer did a truly horrible job. While minrathous is a little scifi esque, what we've seen does still at least have some of the general dragon age vibe so my interest is piqued again!

The vibe feels flatly inquisition though.

It makes me really really sad that fans have for over a decade now been begging for the games to return to origin roots, and been continuesly ignored.

I had hoped against hope that the success of bg3 would have opened up was EAs eyes to how absolutely needed a good dialog bar was, and a silent protagonist (especially since fans have been quietly complaining about the wheel and voiced protagonists since dragon age 2)

But alas, that is not a change that happened. It does look fun even if it is leaning more and more into the action adventure stuff for combat. God I miss my origins tactile system though :(

I'm excited so see the new companions in action, they're the least concerning part of everything so far. They seem lively and interesting.

I do think certain things just don't bode well for the lore and universe. Dragon age has been experiencing weird little retcons and simplifications of hard topics since inquisition, and it feels like veilgaurd will continue that legacy.

My biggest complaint is actually this:

We are immediately seeing very very small choices to be made. Unlike in bg3, where the dialog wheel serves not just to give you choices but to help create the personality of your character, this wheel has had the standard bland and tasteless three ish options that leave our rook as uninteresting as the voiced companions before them. I felt deeply disconnected from my inquisitor because there was not really much to connect with, and it seems rook will be the same.

We see no immediately consequences for our choices either besides approval of course. Which again after balders gate 3 is hard to swallow.

I don't think it's gonna be a bad game anymore thank God. But I am sad because i was reallly hoping for more on the actual choices matter rpg front that I can immediately tell is not going to be there.

That being said, some positives too!

As much as I'd like the return of tactics based, I think the hack and slash seems fun! I love the animations especially for rogue because I tend to play mages and rogues.

There is so much more nostalgia to yet be had as we get to continue meeting old friends on the way. I actually really like the game animation (nervous about it having the same eye problems Andromeda had tho 😬😬)

And I think varric and Harding have aged beautifully!

All and all I went from feeling like this was the worst it could get, to feeling like it's gonna be mid, but hopefully still worth playing! And hopefully my mind will continue to be changed. I hope. Bioware somehow managed to make me eat my socks on the critiques lol

(EDIT****

I AM SO HAPPY FOR THE SKIN TONE WERE SEEING IN THIS GAME. THE ROOK USED FOR THE GAME PLAY REVEAL WAS BEAUITFUL AND HIS SKIN LOOKED LIKE A ACTUAL PERSON AND I'M SO GLAD BIOWARE FINALLY GOT THE DARKER SKIN TONES LOOOKINH HUMAN AND GOOD HOLY SHIT. I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE CHARACTER CREATOR IN THIS GAME IF NOTHING ELSE)

[idk1234456456]

one bed, or whatever.

ELLIEWILLIAMS X READER!

WARNINGS: smut (not too detailed), enemies, one bed trope, slight cursing, this is literally such vanilla smut idk why it turned out like this.

one bed, or whatever.

(y/n) and Ellie hadn't gotten along, ever. Although her friends never understood the hatred they shared for one another, they all knew not to question it. Making sure to separate the two while planning events and meet ups to avoid their bickering and passionate conflict. It was clear whenever the two spoke it wasn't on good terms.

The group had planned a trip away over the school break. All eight friends staying in the one rented out apartment alongside the beach. The hour long drive hadn't taken effect among the friends, although the scorching sun beamed through the tinted windows of the vehicle.

Night fell rather quickly resulting in all eight of them to become tired. (y/n) marched into Vic and Martain's room. "You have to be kidding me!," She shouts rather angrily. She whips her head behind her in the doorway, meeting ellie's glaring eyes. "I am under no circumstances sharing a room with that jerk." (y/n) yells through gritted teeth in protest. Martian rolls his eyes and turns to Victoria "Who put them two together?" She yells in hopes one of the others will hear and answer her.

"Sorry." dina responds from down the hall. (y/n's) eyes widen at the sound of her voice. "You traitor!" She marches down the hall barging Ellie's strong shoulder as she passes her. "Hey! Watch it asshole." Ellie grumbles charging in the opposite direction. "I hate you." She whispers to the taller girl, almost admiring her enemies muscular frame. "It's mutual sweetheart." (y/n) shudders at the name before rerouting her course to Dina and Jesse's room.

"How could you," The silky haired girl speaks burning her brown eyes into Dina's. She smiles almost evilly. "I don't understand why you two hate each other so much." Dina explains, continuing to make the bed Jesse is comfortably laying in. "Because she's a dick." (y/n) says bluntly. "I heard that." Ellie yells from across the apartment. "Meant it." She shoots back. Jesse laughs. "This isn't funny, I'm being serious. I'll just go down to the beach and drown myself right now." She says scarily serious. Dina holds back a giggle before placing her hand on (y/n's) arm.

"(y/n) honey," Dina starts. "I'm sure she won't hate you by the end of the night, sharing a room might do you some good?" (y/n) scoffs. "Just do something nice for her." Jesse adds looking rather pleased with himself. "Like what? Eat her out." (y/n) suggests sarcastically. Jesse nods "That'll do it!". "Jesus I was kidding." "I wasn't." (y/n) looks at the two with a scared look. "Maybe when Dina's mad at you that works for you, but I'm not you guys," A half nervous, half angry look in painted across her freckle scattered face. "Trust me I'm glad I'm not you guys."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Jesse speaks, his hand over his exposed chest acting hurt with a funny expression. (y/n) storms out of the twos room.

Ellie wasn't having much luck either. "Please, just let me sleep in here." She begs. "No way, me and Laura barely get any time to ourselves cause we have to break the two of you up." Jason says. "I'll sleep on the floor, I'm not kidding." Ellie says in hope to change his mind. He audibly rolls his eyes. "Don't act like you aren't the littlest bit excited to be sleeping in the same room." He pokes. Ellie stands tall expecting his comment. "I'm not acting." She stays sternly. "Mhm." "I'm not!"

"(y/n's) gorgeous, you're hot what is there to be mad about?" "She's (y/n), she hates me remember?" Ellie scratches the back of her neck. "Either let me sleep in here or we'll be one person down by the morning." Jason laughs at her comment. "I doubt you have that in you." He says. "I'm not talking about me, she'll kill me. Literally, she get on top of me and slash me right in the chest." Jason cocks a brow. "She won't slash you but she might get on top of you." Ellie slumps in defeat before turning around and shutting the door behind her.

TIMESKIP

(y/n's) hair falls over her face as she flops helplessly on the bed. Her skinny body doesn't dare to move as she stares up at the ceiling. Her breathes are deep and relaxed, breathing in the salty air wafting in through the window that's slightly a jar. Her head turns to the windows direction admiring the view. Waves crashing and the twinkling street lights light up the half busy street. The nonexistent night breeze sends small goosebumps to her exposed legs.

"You've got to be kidding me," (y/n) snaps out of her moment of content. "One bed?" Ellie stands in the door way almost reaching the top due to her height. "Yeah, and I'm sleeping in it." She groans. "Flip a coin." Kara yells from down the hall. "Sleep together." Jason shouts. "I second that!" Ben adds.

"Shut up!" They both scream in unison before Ellie slams the door. "I'm not sleeping on the floor." She voices, slipping her shirt off revealing her toned body. (y/n) examines ellie in the dim light. The way her sweatpants lay loosely on her hips, and her dirty blonde hair is tied up in a messy bun. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." (y/n) scrunches up her face mimicking Ellie. "I'm taking the bed." Ellie announces walking towards the bathroom to unpack.

"Wouldn't be so sure." ellie almost wants to punch her in the face right there that second. Her face shows the thoughts she shamelessly thinking. "Look," She stops in her tracks. "I'll do something for you." (y/n) voices, sitting up on the velvety bed. Ellie looks (y/n) up and down, her bra strap peeking through her t-shirt. "Yeah? 'n what's that?" Ellie asks half curious, half knowing.

"I'll have sex with you." She blurts out mildly proud. She stops for a moment, her heart silently beating out of her chest. "Deal." 

Ellie stood confidently right where she was, (y/n) on the other hand awkwardly shuffling her way.  The fresh cotton sheets dipped as she rose to her feet. Ellie smirked at her sudden shyness. "Don't be shy now, sweetheart." Her words echoed throughout her head, mildly intoxicated on the suspense. "Not shy," (y/n) paused looking shirtless Ellie up and down. "Just patient." Ellie uttered something incoherent. Her hand slipped under the loose elastic of (y/n's) pants waistband. Her fingers caressed the soft skin beneath them, arousing her even more.

The two made eye contact but something clicked as did their eyes. Ellie admired her full eyelashes, as they battered at her. The deep brown almost mesmerising her, a smile toying on her lips. "You're so beautiful." Ellie almost scoffed. "You hate me remember?" She reminded her, gripping onto her waist tighter. "I do."

With that, she towed her head down to level with her own. Their lips made contact, the feeling almost heavenly. The kiss began to become more hungry and intense, their mouths moving in sync. Ellie slipped her tongue into (y/n's) mouth earning a low moan. "Keep going." Ellie purred, pulling her closer with a firm and swift movement. (y/n) smiled into the kiss before letting her hands roam past her shoulders and neck.

They made their way over to the bed, letting the lust shared between them take over. (y/n) attached her lips to Ellie's exposed neck, licking and sucking. Marks developing as the air grew hotter. Ellie's sweet cologne hung in the air arousing (y/n) even more. Her button nose filling up with her scent. "Fuck this." Ellie groaned, as (y/n) worked her neck. (y/n) made her way down to her toned stomach. She took a second to take in the view. How her sweatpants lay low on her hips, teasing her eyes. Her stomach solid, huffing up and down from (y/n's) actions.

The two made eye contact before she took off her sweatpants leaving her in nothing but a bra. (y/n) cocked a brow. "No underwear?" She asked, almost teasing Ellie. She laughed before pushing her head back down to her heat. (y/n) licked a long stride up her core stopping at her clit. Ellie watched as (y/n) worked away at her, letting out muffled groans. Her strong hand holding onto her hair, guiding her.

(y/n's) pretty face was buried in Ellie's pussy. She licked and suck anywhere she could, tasting how good Ellie tasted, (y/n) hummed. Ellie couldn't help but moan out her name. Her thighs crept in on her head. (y/n's) hands made their way to her legs to keep them steady. "Uh uh," Ellie warned her. "No touching." (y/n) groaned, remembering she had agreed to do something for Ellie and not just herself. Although it felt as though (y/n) was the one being done the favour.

(y/n) could tell how much Ellie wanted this.  She had dreamt of this happening one way or another. Even though Ellie hates (y/n's) guts, she didn't mind Her going down on hers. She often wanted to shut her up by kissing her. (y/n) stopped. "What was that for?" Ellie asks out of breath. "Spread your legs baby."

Ellie shakes her head before flipping the two over. "My turn." Ellie grips onto (y/n's) thighs before lowering herself onto (y/n). Their pussies meet with wet sound filling the room. They both let out a string of curses. "Fuck I hate you." Ellie voices as she picks up a speed. The twos clits clash against each other eagerly. "I hate you too." (y/n) manages to let out before moaning Ellie's name. "Doesn't sound like it." She laughs almost evilly before grinding harder onto (y/n). The noises of their heats intertwining filled the room.

Ellie made sure to observe (y/n's) expression. She watched as her brows knit together as she became rough, letting her clit glide over her own. She looks down at where they are connected to one another, moaning at the sight. "Fuck." "Don't stop." (y/n) cries, shutting her eyes and arching her back. "Not planning on it," she picks up the pace a little. "Trust me."

"What do you really think of me baby?" Ellie asks out of breath, keeping a steady pace on top. (y/n) is almost lost touch with reality. The feeling of Ellie on top of her so overwhelming with pleasure she can't think straight, literally. "I," she struggles to talk without a moan screwing it up. "Your stuck up," She starts, trying her hardest to make eye contact with Ellie. She chuckles when she feels (y/n) tensing up underneath her. "Your a jerk," (y/n) pushes up against Ellie earning a soft moan to escape from her lips. "an annoying little-" (y/n) struggled to form another sentence but Ellie got the memo.

"Liar." She whispers into (y/n's) ear. She almost screams out her name right their, but coughs out a groan as her ego couldn't handle that. "You want me to do this everyday. To make you feel good," (y/n) masks a smile shaking her dull head. "To kiss you and touch you." "Yes!" (y/n) screams out. "I want you to kiss me." Ellie smirks followed by a chuckle. "All you had to do was ask baby." She lowers her face down to (y/n's) before planting a passionate kiss on her lips.

"I'm gonna come." (y/n) let's out before kissing Ellie once again. Her kiss was intoxicating, taking over all her senses. Ellie just hums in response not wanting to part from (y/n). They two reach their highs and rose it out. Sofia flops off of (y/n) exhausted. Hands intertwined.

"I don't hate you." (y/n) says looking over to the sweaty girl next to her. "Could of sworn you did." Ellie says jokingly before pulling her into a hug.

"Just to be clear we are not giving the others the satisfaction of knowing they were right." Ellie speaks with seriousness. "100%" (y/n) agrees.

A/N: i felt like writing, not sure what this is help. i have never in my life written NSFW type of stuff before so don't judge, please and thank you.

[contrivedchaos]

So normally we assume that Emily is excited at Sera dating but I am wondering at the idea of a little kid Emily being jealous and scared that Sera's girlfriends will take her away from her. Emily is normally pretty hostile in a child like way when Sera brings a girlfriend over. Sera has a had a few relationships over the years (decades, centuries? Idk how angels age) One day after a while dating she bring Carmilla over to introduce her to Emily who is still hostile but Carmilla is able to win over Emily even if it takes awhile.

Depending on how old everybody is in this scenario, maybe Sera lets Carmilla know how anxious a little Emily can get whenever she's seeing someone new. Tells her beforehand that she's always very nervous and has a genuine fear that someone will take her sister away from her, and she'll be all alone. Emily has heard stories about fallen angels being scary, so she's worried about Sera dating one.

Having experience with her own girls, Carmilla brings Odette and Clara along on their first playdate-slash-date kind of thing. Emily maybe hasn't met many kids her age (relatively speaking). Odette and Clara have all these exciting stories about their mom, and a bunch of cool toys and contraptions she made for them, and Emily is just enraptured. Carmilla also makes a note to introduce herself directly and talk to Emily throughout this encounter to make her more comfortable.

[augustjustice]

Happy writing! Steve the Vampire Slayer AU

Thank you so much for the ask, buddy! 🖤💛 Here's a little continuation from the snippet I just posted.

“Couldn’t help but overhear your conversation, and, you should know…the kiddos will be totally safe with me,” Eddie insisted, seemingly unphased by their simultaneous outburst as he slashed an ‘x’ over his chest with one finger, “cross my heart and hope to…well. Okay, I guess I already did that part, but. You get the picture.”

Following an extremely dubious look from Robin, Steve stepped in-between them, staring her straight in the eye.

“Seriously, Robin, he’s been our best bet so far,” he insisted, feeling something inside him twist with confusion knowing that it was the truth, “I–look. I trust him, okay? I mean, I wouldn’t have brought him with us if I didn’t.” 

Behind him, Steve practically felt the shift in the air when Eddie went perfectly still at his words. 

But, more importantly, some of the nervous, angry energy seemed to finally drain out of Robin, her stiff posture giving way as her shoulders slumped slightly. 

“Okay, okay. I just…hope you’re right about this one, Stevie.” 

“Yeah. Me, too.” Steve swiveled on his heel then, not pinning Eddie up against the seat like he likely would have in the past, but still looming into his space. “And if you so much as touch a hair on one of their heads, I swear–”

Eddie held up his hands in surrender.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it, Slayer. Woe be unto me, my death will be slow and painful and torturous, you’ll think up new and exciting things to do with that stake of yours, Mr. Stabby. Trust me, I am intimately familiar with your many heroic speeches and threats.” Then, something happened that Steve still hadn’t quite seen coming, in spite of everything–the vampire, for once, dropped his goading air, expression serious as he held Steve’s gaze. “The rugrats are gonna be just fine, alright? I promise.”

All Steve could do was nod in return.

[wolfpants]

hi wolfie! Congratulations on a suburb kinkuary - what were your favorites to write? any lines that made you excited to hit post? anything that really surprised you?

Thank you so much Starry!! 😭💘✨

How fun, a little Kinkuary interview! I am obsessed!

What were your favorites to write?  I don’t think there was any I didn’t enjoy writing, which is a first for me! I leave so many fics in the Scrivener graveyard but for some reason, once I started writing all these, I just kept going and spitting out whatever came to mind onto the page. I think that’s really what helped me get through the month - just… allowing myself to write whatever the hell my brain decided it wanted to write that day.

There are some that stand out though, as fics that were really fun/rewarding to write: I loved creating the atmosphere of Nightcall and was heavily inspired by Under The Skin; Almost Us was my first Sirry fic and I was actually really nervous about posting it, but the process of writing it? Absolutely freeing; Ronarry really hold a special place in my heart and I wrote Seat You Higher Than The Stars so fast, because it all came so naturally to me; Yours & Mine was special to me because I love being in Ron’s headspace, he’s probably the character I feel most comfortable/natural writing; If You Show Me Yours and Enterrement de vie de garçon were just really fun to write because they’re more lighthearted than the rest of my stuff; my little Romp piece Summertime Pleasures was a hoot and I loved revisiting those versions of Draco and Harry, and I can’t wait to join them again in more adventures. Finally, a special call out to Run on Gasoline. Out of all of my Kinkuary fics, this is the universe I want to revisit most/first. A longer, angstier, Draco/James fic with some added Drarry to make things complicated, perhaps?

Any lines that made you excited to hit post?  Okay, I’m going to be generous with myself here and pick a few quotes, some of these are nsfw:

Despite the earlier faux pas, Scorpius shows he isn’t new to this after all. And maybe that’s the deciding factor here. Maybe that makes this whole situation a little more palatable, and Harry will be able to look Draco Malfoy’s son in the eye at dinner or at family get-togethers without thinking about the time he sucked his cock at the most popular cruising spot in South London. From C*cksuckers Anonymous

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“Hints aren’t enough for me, Charles, I need actions,” Draco says, picking one of those lovely big hands off his bum and lifting it to his mouth. From Hell Bent for Leather

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But Harry also just touched Draco’s hair and is staring at him like he’d make a better dessert than the French delicacy he’s painstakingly crafting, and what the actual fuck, I’m right here. From Yours & Mine

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Harry huffs and puffs like a damn Welsh Green and snatches his toothbrush from the shelf on his side of the room, announcing—rather redundantly—that he’s going to brush his teeth, and that Draco should “fuck the fuck off”. From If You Show Me Yours

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“Behave yourself,” Draco whispers against the back of James’s sweaty hair.  From Run on Gasoline

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I search his face. The faint smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose. The long fan of dark blond lashes. His full, worried mouth. The deep scar that slashes up his right cheek, whiter than his pale skin, the scar he hates and can’t hide with magic so he tries to hide with his hair instead. The scar I put there as a boy. From Your Breath, My Lungs

Anything that really surprised you? To be honest, finishing it. It wasn’t surprising that I went over the word limit for most of the fics - that’s just something I do! - but I was surprised I was able to write all 28 and post them on time!

What also surprised me was that I have been able to earmark a few of what were supposed to be really throwaway fics to develop into something larger. I’ve already got a few ideas in mind for how I can expand on some of these universes and create bigger fics out of them.

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Again - Part 18

Part 1 | Part 17 | Part 19 | Full list of Again series links inc AO3 Link

Steddie fic where Steve and Eddie are in their mid 30's and everyone has sort of drifted apart

Notes: Sorry this one is a little late in posting. I had a bit of a strange birthday and got a bit down about it.

Taglist: @adaed5 @grtwdsmwhr @swimmingbirdrunningrock @mightbeasleep, @jewellthebooknerd, @fentiibratzz @rvllybllply2014

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Steve raises his fist to knock, and the last time he remembers being this nervous here was the first time his kids were on his side of the door.

He looks down at the phone clutched tightly in his hand, the screen displaying Eddie's message.

Whatever happens, we'll figure something out. ILY x

He hears a singular bark and a rush of feet toward the door. Then, finally, it swings open, and he's greeted by the beaming smile of Val, but Steve notes he looks a little tired around the eyes.

"Steven!!" He enthuses loudly, grabbing his shoulders and kissing each side of his face, just before he is almost pushed out of the way by a very excitable Beans. Steve ruffles the fur on her head, and she circles his legs until she's perfectly at his heel as Val waves him into the house. 

Steve's stomach swirls with worry as he sits at the kitchen table, and Beans must be able to tell because she rests her chin on his leg as he pets her head gently. Steve laughs awkwardly, "Thanks for letting me come over. I know you're both gonna be so busy with everything now. I just wanted to speak to you both while the kids were at school" His voice drops to a whisper, "Speaking of which...Did you tell the kids yet?"

Val nods in response, "Oh yes, Jenny reminded me that you are almost as bad at keeping delicious secrets as I am. They also had The Talk again," Val adds, "Plus a little extra about it being early. Thought I'd let you know in case you get any questions fired your way about it.”

“Right, got it” Steve nods as Val hands him a very uncharacteristic mug of hot chocolate. Steve’s eyes move to his in question.

“For your nerves, Steven,” Val says fondly, sits opposite and looks from side to side before leaning over the table and dropping his voice to a whisper. “Don’t worry. Your Valentino has been putting in the groundwork for you.” He makes a sure upside-down smile expression on his face, “We’ve got this covered. It only occurred to me the other day that, in some ways, you and I are similar, and I thought maybe Jenny and Eddie might have similarities too. Common ground, even if it is just caring fiercely about you?”

Steve’s stomach swirling turns to a full-blown spin cycle, “Oh Christ, Val. I didn't even think about that. This is going to be so bad.” Steve whimpers quietly.

Valentino tuts and amps up his accent. “No, Steven. Listen to Valentino. It’s going to be ok. She doesn't want to ruin anything for you.”

“Oh no, it’s not that, Val. You don’t understand. You’ve met a much mellower Jenny for the most part” Steve checks over his shoulder and leans in again, “Remember that time Penelope Hasselbank’s mom insulted Corey’s finger painting? Said it looked like a brown blob because he mixed all his paints together?”

Val’s eyes widen as he leans back in his chair, twists the kitchen towel over his shoulder between his fingers, and says quietly in horror, “And then she laughed at it….”

“And then she laughed, Val. For months later, that woman had to continually replace tires because a ‘Masked youth’ kept slashing them, then had to change her cell number because she was getting calls from people asking for a ‘good time’ and to this day, she always looks like she sparkles because of how many times she got glitter bombed at least once a week, at home, at work, on holiday. Remember that?” Steve raises a finger on his hand at Val before submitting the one next to it, “Now times that by two, and put it in the same room.”

“Il mio dio e lo spirito santo” Val says, crossing himself.

“Precisely! Though I trust whatever you’ve done will have helped,” Steve says with as much of a smile as he can muster.

Footsteps approach the kitchen. “Where is he?” Val whispers quickly.

“I’ve hidden him in the back seat of the car,” Steve says, trying not to laugh, but Val's booming laugh makes him completely lose it into a fit of giggles, probably mostly charged by nervous energy.

“And just what are you two laughing about?” Jenny says with a smile leaning in the doorway.

“Nothing!” They reply in unison, and Jenny blows a raspberry.

“Zero out of ten guys. Your worst performance yet.” She sits, and Val brings over her tea, “So Steve, let's hear it.” Val reaches over and taps Steve’s hand in support. 

“Well, as I told you on the phone, things are moving quite quickly between Eddie and me. And I was talking to him the other day about him moving in, but he said he wanted to make sure you and the kids were ok with it first, you know?” Steve manages to look between the table and Jenny, and Val gives him an ok sign of support.

Jenny steeples her fingers and leans forward a little, “Ok.”

“Ok?” Steve asks in surprise.

“Look, I trust you wouldn't put our kids in danger, not for anyone, even if you have clearly gone a little crazy over this guy. I am well aware of how quickly you move, Steve. The kids. I can’t speak for but as far as I’m concerned, ok. On a few conditions though, Steve,” She warns, and Steve gives her his hopeful undivided attention, “If he’s free, and he should make time to be if he’s serious, he attends the dinners, birthday parties, events, whatever. I don't want this guy to be someone I see once and then he changes where I can’t see. He’s in with us, or he’s out, got it?” Steve nods. “He does not ever try to muscle his way in with parenting our kids. Val has coped just fine without treading on your toes. I expect the same from Eddie. I imagine this one goes without saying, but he does not upset our Kids.” Steve shakes his head, “And last of all, he stops hiding in the back seat of your car and gets in here, so I can make my final evaluation.” She says, leaning back in her chair.

Steve and Val exchange a look, and Steve gets out of his seat and scrambles to retrieve Eddie from the car.

Steve can see him lying across the backseat, happily playing that snake game on his phone. Not a care in the world. He gently taps on the window, and Eddie jumps to a sitting position and opens the door.

“Yeah?” He says, looking at Steve with a great big smile.

“Almost,” Steve answers, takes his hand, assists him to his feet, and shuts the car door.

Eddie pulls uncomfortably at the collar of his shirt, “Well, I never thought I’d hear myself say this, Steve. But let's go charm the pants off your ex-wife.”

As they enter the kitchen, Val greets them with a warm smile and pulls out a chair for Eddie, who sits, and Steve can see his hand twitch forward for a handshake, and then he retreats, and it looks as if Jenny and Eddie are assessing one another via silent communication and occasional side-eye. Val and Steve’s eyes ping pong between the two like they are watching tennis.

“Hmmm,” She says, finally, “You swear you won’t, right?” She asks

“Absolutely not! Never again,” Eddie exclaims.

“I’m serious, buddy,” Jenny warns.

“Yeah, well, surprise, me too, actually,” Eddie fires back, gesturing at his clothes and the room. There is an exchange of nods, like two strangers acknowledging another of their own kind.

"Job?"

"My own business. Reading, gaming, music for kids."

"You drink?" She asks

"Not especially. Beers are nice on a hot day, something stronger on a hot date" The corner of Eddie's mouth twitches up for a second.

"Drugs?" She asks, and Steve can feel the sweat forming in his palms.

"Mostly for my nightmares or really shitty days, but never if I'm driving," Eddie says. "And only green. I don't play around with anything else," Eddie says, waving a hand in front of him.

"Kids?"

"Godson," Eddie beams.

"Exes?" She asks, eyeing him carefully.

"Lots, but…er…no ties, all the paperwork is done. I couldn't give them what I'd given to someone else," Eddies says, rubbing his arm awkwardly. Val grips hold of Steve's hand, and as he turns to him, he can see Val's bottom lip quiver. He looks back at Eddie and Jenny quickly before Val starts him off too.

"On the back of that answer, I feel like I need to ask…."

"Negative." Eddie interrupts quickly.

"You got any questions?"

"How long?"

"Did he-" Jenny starts to send a frown towards Steve, but Eddie shakes his head in a no. "A few weeks. Nearly a month." Jenny smiles hugely down at her tummy and runs her hand over it.

"You tried ginger?" Eddie asks gently. Jenny shakes her head. "I don't mean this ask a bribe, but er, after this is over, I can make you the tea my mama taught me."

“Did he ask you to wear this?” Jenny smiles at Eddie.

“Yes!” Eddie complains, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt and finally relaxing in his seat.

“Ah, that explains it” She gestures a hand in a circle over Eddie, “Because this is not what I envisioned. Not to get Steve’s attention anyway,” she laughs.

Eddie leans forward, resting his chin on his fist toward her with a smirk, “Do tell me more about what get’s Steve’s attention. I wish to wield as much power as I can”, he jokes.

“Do you know about the….” Jenny says as she leans over to whisper something to Eddie.

“HEY!” Steve shouts and points a finger at them both, “No, not this. No way. Switch seats immediately!”

“Oh, like you and Tino haven’t been doing this for years.” Eddie gestures at Val. Causing Val to sit a little straighter in his chair as he runs his hands over his slicked-back hair, and Steve nudges at him.

“Ok, easy there, tiger,” Jenny says, laughing at Val’s reaction, before turning back to Eddie, “You know what? It's nice to have an even playing field for once in this house. You’re ok by me so far, Eddie” She smiles. “Welcome to the madness.” She extends her hand across the table, and Eddie shakes it enthusiastically. “Good luck with the kids. They are brutal.”

“You know I might just keep my win for the day and get grilled by those tiny tyrants another day”, Eddie smiles at Jenny, who mirrors it back.

Val kicks Steve under the table, wiggles his eyebrows and mouths “Cute” at him. Steve's instinct is to rush out of his seat and spin Eddie around the kitchen, and he almost does, but he falters and looks back to Val, who smiles reassuringly and nods. Steve isn't really waiting for permission, it's more like he doesn't want to throw something in Jenny's face if it might upset her in some way, but at Val's nod, he's pulling Eddie out of his chair, he's squeezing his face in his hands and pressing their foreheads together. For a moment, all Steve can do is sigh and look at his love. Another easy hurdle. Done. One left, Steve thinks. He can't believe how close he is to dreams becoming a reality again. Maybe's are yes's. Impossible things are possible. As Eddie blinks back at him, unable to speak because his face is still being squeezed, Steve can't help himself, and he kisses him. Just a small chaste one. He didn't want to overdo it. A small sob from the table breaks it off fairly quickly, and Steve turns back to see Val dabbing his eyes with a handkerchief and Jenny consoling him.

"And I'm the hormonal one right now." She laughs, smiling at Eddie and Steve.

"Jennifer! I cannot help it. My heart is overflowing, with romance, with love. It is too much to keep inside. And it's Steven. You know how much I love my Steven!" Val protests through sniffles. "Do you know where my other handkerchief is, my love? This one is done for." Val wipes his eyes and blows his nose loudly as Jenny rolls her eyes and leaves the kitchen.

Steve feels Eddie press closer to him, and his arms squeeze around Steve a little tighter at Val's words. Steve looks amused at Eddie's actions, and Eddie shrugs and laughs a little embarrassed, "Sorry?" he whispers and sneaks his hand into Steve's back pocket, and in return, Steve runs his fingers down Eddie's spine.

"This is my first meeting with your family, babe. Let me at least keep some cool around them," Eddie says quietly out of the corner of his mouth, and just as he finishes the last word to Steve, his face is grabbed by someone else. Val's strong tan hands hold Eddie's face and pinch his cheeks. Steve can tell Eddie is trying to remain composed but is probably internally screaming, and if it had been anyone else, Steve probably would have stepped in to save him, but it was Val, and really, Eddie was just going to have to get used to it. Which, ultimately, he surely would, as they were just as space invasive as one another.

"Look at you, uh? You take good care of my Steven now. He's very special to me." Steve looks at them both, and though Eddie is the essence of cool on the outside, Steve can feel the tension in his arm. "Having said that, he didn't make it tough for me, so I won't make it tough for you here." Valentino flashes his huge pearly white smile, but then something happens that Steve hasn't seen before. He laughs and shakes his head before fixing Eddie with a look, "Unless you make me. Capisce?" Eddie nods, and Steve can see Eddie analysing Val's face, and he lets him and leans in to say quietly as he twists the gold ring on his pinky finger, "My cousin Frankie owns a lotta bars in Chi-town, Eddie. Said you are one hell of a guitar player." Eddie gulps, and Steve feels the nervousness spread to him. He isn't sure how much Val appeared to know, but Steve hadn't told him about Eddie's past. Then Val's eyes flick up to Steve's, and he gives him a fond smile, "But if it's right by Steven, it's right by me." And with that, he turns back to Eddie, grabs him by the shoulders and kisses him on each cheek, "Welcome to the family, Eddie," he says, tapping his face playfully.

"I got you this one, hon-" Jenny says as she re-enters the room. "Now, what are you boys up to?" She says with a laugh, and Val rushes over and scoops her into his arms and plants kisses all over her face until she's pushing him away.

Eddie turns to Steve and whispers, "I think, they might be just as crazy as us, babe"  Steve thinks back to how quickly things happened between Val and Jenny and smiles hugely. If they felt the way he did about Eddie, he was so happy he didn't make any of it a problem for them, and maybe that's why they were being so open to the situation now, because they understood it, in a way. Steve thanks the ceiling again for blessing him with such luck.

"Yeah, I think they might just be," He says before kissing Eddie on the forehead.

They sit back at the table, some small talk is passed around, and Steve moves his chair right next to Eddie's. Eddie reaches for his hand under the table, and though maintaining the outward appearance of cool, calm, and collected, he can feel how excited he is about all of this as the grip on his hand pulses with tight squeezes. Steve leaves it that way for a little while, and once the squeezes are a little softer, he puts their joined hands on the table. Eddie glances bashfully out of the corner of his eye at him, and Jenny gives him a smile and nod, but then suddenly, her face changes, and she speed walks out of the room. Val chases after her.

"Was she like this with the other two?" Eddie asks, a little concerned, as Steve almost follows her, getting out of his seat, but Val waves him down kindly and runs after her.

"A little, just on a few mornings, but they both look pretty tired. I don't think it's like before," Steve says, deeply concerned.

"Listen, it might not work, but I was pretty anxious when I was a kid, and nausea was ruining my tiny little life. My mom used to fix me this ginger drink. I made it for Alice a few times too. It seemed to work then. So if it's ok, and you know where everything is, we could make her some. Or I can make it, and you could, uh, write it down?" Steve tears his eyes from the doorway to Eddie, and although he didn't think it possible five minutes ago, his whole being is filled with even more love for his man. He almost gets lost looking at him. He was so perfect. The noise from the bathroom brings Steve back to Earth, and he helps Eddie find the ingredients and grabs some notepaper and a pen.

Eddie makes two things, one in a pot simmering on the stove, another he employs a cocktail shaker and some crushed ice for, and splits it into four glasses topping up with soda water and sets them on the table.

Steve holds the jug and sieve whilst Eddie pours in the ginger honey, lemon and mint tea from the huge pot, and he can't help himself, "Where did they make you?" He asks softly.

Eddie looks more intensely at the jug, and a sweet shy smile creeps over his face, "If most people were to be believed by the devil himself," he says in his best Walter Cronkite voice and laughs.

"Yeah, if only they could see you now, going out of your way to help someone you've known for less than an hour," Steve says dreamily before he accidentally says aloud, "I can't believe I get to call you mine," and immediately shuts up.

Eddie freezes, and a huge smile spreads across his face as he tries to hold back a laugh, “Did you mean to say that out loud, babe?”

Steve concentrates fiercely on the jug and sieve, "Well…I meant it, but maybe it was supposed to fall out of my mouth like that." He grimaces awkwardly.

Eddie puts the pot down, takes the sieve away from him, dumps its contents, and puts the lid on the jug to cool on the counter before returning to Steve, who is busying himself with the things in the sink. Soon he feels Eddie's hand cradling his jaw and turns his head to face him. Eddie looks deeply into his eyes and says gently, "I don't mind you getting a little shy sometimes, it's actually kinda cute, but we spoke about this. You can tell me anything ok, you don't need to be worried. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere unless you ask me to. Even if you say the dorkiest things imaginable, I'll still love you" He smiles and pecks a kiss at Steve's lips, "Maybe even especially when you say the dorkiest things" He chuckles, "I'm not gonna fight you on it, but I feel lucky too. How many people get to go back to rekindle a first true love and find it's even better than they imagined? I don't know any, do you?" Eddie asks, kissing his cheek, and Steve shakes his head, words altogether leaving him again as he gazes at Eddie lazily. “We’re gonna make it. We are making it happen, and honestly, I can’t believe our luck. Your family is just so great. They really care about you. I really care about you. I love you,” he says, poking Steve in the chest before smoothing over it with his hand, “So stop worrying!” he says, widening his eyes and waiting for a nod of confirmation from Steve, which of course, he obliges with.

"Sorry about that, guys. The sickness is pretty awful this time. I'm hoping it's temporary," Jenny apologises as Val helps her to her seat, "Is this the drink?" Steve can hear that innocent, hopeful tone in her voice, and he figures it really must be bad.

Eddie bustles around and shows them the jar in the fridge by opening it for a second, “In here is the tea, and in front of you is just a sort of mixer, cooler thing. Pretty much the same ingredients, just much quicker to make.” There is a sort of pause as they all migrate towards the table. Eddie looks a little nervous, so Steve picks up his drink and takes a big gulp. It wasn't the greatest thing he’d ever tasted in his life, but honestly, Eddie could make him a million weird drinks, and he’d at least try every single one. Val follows Steve's lead.

"Well, that packs quite a punch, Eddie," Val says with a big smile, "Let's take a look at Steven's list here" Val takes a look over the instructions, "Looks safe to me, mia cara. Wanna check?" Eddie fidgets with his rings, and the way his mouth twitches, Steve can tell he is dying to say something.

"You know Eddie made this for his housemate who was pregnant. She had a healthy baby, right?" Steve takes over, and Eddie nods with a smile and stops fidgeting, "Also, Eddie here drank it a lot as a kid, right, honey?" Steve reaches for Eddie's hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

"Yeah, that's right. I mean, maybe don't sell it on how I turned out, but I got this far, so" Eddie laughs and takes a drink, and Jenny looks between the three of them. "Take no notice of these guys if you don't feel safe drinking it. I understand you've only just met me, so zero offence taken." Eddie sends her a warm smile across the table. 

"Honestly, I'm desperate for some help," She replies, looking longingly at the glass, "Sleep is like rocking horse shit. But, you know, I’ll check with the doctor. I’m sure it's fine. I just," She glances over at Val, “I don’t wanna take any chances.” Val scoops up her hands in his own and kisses each one, her eyelids droop a little, and she lets out a small yawn.

Steve takes that as an indicator to leave, he even offers to have the kids a few days earlier, but Jenny declines, not wanting the new baby to cause changes so early when she promised it wouldn’t. So they make their new affectionate goodbyes and head home.

As they drive back, Steve notices Eddie fidgeting with his rings again, “Everything ok, honey?” Steve asks and puts his hand on his knee.

“Yeah, really good,” Eddie replies, and Steve relaxes hearing the grin in his voice, “Just, uh, this kinda lame,” he huffs out a laugh, “I’m just, um, excited, you know? About all this, and it's weird.” 

“Like, weird, how exactly?” Steve asks, mostly amused with a garnish of worry.

He feels Eddie’s hand cover his, “I just am finding it a little strange, to, um, be looking forward to things, to have hope and life not kick me in the nuts for once. Told you it was lame.” He punctuates it with an adorable dorky little snort.

“What did I tell you that first night? No more struggling. You get everything you want because I’m gonna do whatever I can to make it happen, ok?” He wiggles his fingers so they slot between Eddie’s a little. “I know we’ve still got the kids to go, but I think it's gonna be fine. They already like you, so worst-case scenario, I have to not have you in my bed every night for a week. Which, ok, already sounds like hell on earth,” Steve hears Eddie chuckle, “but it would only be overnight, and I could always make up for it the week after, maybe?” Steve inquires suggestively.

“Well, I guess that doesn’t sound too bad” Eddie flexes his fingers so they grip Steve’s hand. “You know, the only thing I really want,” Steve feels Eddie fidget with their hands for a moment before he feels the warm metal slip over his finger, “Is to be yours and stay that way. Forever. No matter what.” Eddie sighs, and he feels the ring on his finger get removed and replaced with another. “I don't much like religion, honestly, but all those things they list, richer, poorer, in sickness or in health, for better or worse, to love until death tears us apart. That’s what I want.” 

“Then that's what you’ll have, my love,” Steve says gently and continues to let Eddie test his rings on him, “But I mean, if death tears us apart, you best believe I’m gonna haunt you. I’m gonna haunt you so hard, and if you meet someone else, I will terrorise them.” Eddie laughs a little too hard for Steve’s liking. “You think I wouldn't? You think that I would just watch it happen. Hell no! Once I’m dead, Eddie, I don't have to be a good person anymore. I can act exactly as I would like, and scaring the shit out of all your future potential love interests would be not only the top of my list, it might be the entire list, except for maybe checking in on the kids.” Eddie is still laughing.

“Oh, I wasn’t laughing at that. I was laughing because you think someone would still be here to haunt. You think that at your funeral, I wouldn’t dramatically throw myself down there with you? You’re crazy!” Eddie chuckles and removes the ring from Steve’s hand.

The next few days are spent in various love nests around the house, making plans, designing a studio for Eddie, marking out the road trip plan for next year, watching movies, dancing, play fighting, eating supper by candlelight, star gazing on inflatables in the pool after eating some of the special brownies Eddie made. Steve feels like Eddie has weaved his magic and encapsulated their home in a great big bubble of love.

Sunday arrives, and they spend the morning transferring all of Eddie’s things back into the RV. Which initially starts out as a team effort until Eddie picks up his acoustic guitar and decides to follow Steve around, serenading him with Happy Together by The Turtles, With A Girl(Guy) Like You by The Troggs, Oh, Pretty Woman(Steven) by Roy Orbison, and Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen, whilst Steve does the transfer of things. Suddenly most of Steve’s neighbours have front lawn or driveway projects to do, though he notices not a lawn mower to be heard, just Eddie’s voice and guitar ringing out down the street. Sure, Steve should be a little annoyed that he was doing all the sad, hard work and maybe even a little embarrassed about the attention of the street, but Eddie’s theatrics had won him over on the first strum. He knows he’s lost so many memories, but he will never forget this. Steve wonders how many more memories they’ll make together, and his heart blossoms with possibilities. Memories with their big extended family, memories with the kids, and things that they might tell their grandkids about.

It makes the day a little bittersweet. 

Eddie had thought he’d take the chance to go back and check in on Wayne. Unfortunately, Jack had taken a turn for the worse. He was declining rapidly and was being moved to a care home by his kids. Wayne contemplated going with Jack but didn't want to admit defeat. By giving up their home, he felt he was giving up a place for them to return to, so he was travelling to and from the place every day, and Eddie suspected he was just gonna tucker himself out.

Their goodbye takes much longer than either of them intended. Steve tries to savour every feature, look, touch, and sound he can absorb from Eddie. He wanted them embossed into his brain and skin, so he would never be without them.

They part ways at the end of the driveway, and Steve heads to pick up the kids and Beans to bring them home.

On arrival, he gets a massive hug from Jenny, which was destined for Eddie because his ginger tea drink works like a charm, but as he isn't here, Steve agrees he will happily pass it on for her. The kids bundle into the car, shoving their new schedules at Steve as they pass. For most of the journey home, the kids appear to be in their respective headphone universes, but occasionally he’d hear whispering, but every time he glances in the mirror, they go back to looking out of their windows. Something suspicious was afoot, and Steve would get to the bottom of it one way or another.

“What are you two plotting back there?” Steve says, looking in the mirror and narrowing his eyes at them.

“Plotting? Us? Together? NEVER!” Corey says with a laugh.

“Oh please, I can hear you whispering!” he tries again, looking at Zee for a second.

“Look, you’ll see, ok? OW! Corey!” Zee exclaims.

“Don’t blow it for us! Make him wait a little. He can sweat about the unknown for a bit,” Corey says seriously, and Steve has to swallow a laugh.

“Fine, be like that!” Steve says with pure mischief running through his veins, and he turns up the car stereo as loud as it will go before distortion, winds down the window and starts singing along loudly, which just happens to be Sisqo’s Thong Song. He doesn’t know most of the lyrics, but he makes up some of his own and sings even louder in the bits he knows.

The kids start to complain and protest, but Steve cups his hand to his ear and shakes his head, “WHATS THAT? NO, SORRY, CANT HEAR YOU. WAIT UNTIL WE GET HOME, YEAH?!” and then continues to sing along with whatever he can until they get home.

As they pull up onto the drive, the kids and Beans rush for the door, but Steve can see something wrapped around the knocker on the front door.

Zee turns to him, confused, and holds the tag attached, “It’s for you, Dad.”

Steve makes his way over, arms laden with bags, but when he gets there, Zee nudges Corey, and they take them from him. He lifts the gift tag attached to the red ribbon and reads it. 

I’m sorry I had to go. I hope this makes sure you won't forget me. E x

P.S. Hold on tight

Steve pulls the tag and ribbon from the door knocker, steps in front of the kids to open the door, and gasps audibly.

There are heart balloons on the ceiling, all different colours and sizes, each with a ribbon floating all the way to the floor, with a red rose attached to the bottom. Beans completely forgets her routine and begins sniffing a trail between each one. There are fifteen in total. Steve rushes to the kitchen to put them in a vase but walks in to find it is already occupied by a colossal rainbow bouquet. Around its base, tied in a neckerchief knot, is Eddie’s favourite bandana. 

“What is wrong with this guy?” Corey laughs, helping to collect some of the ones around the TV area.

“I think it's kinda sweet, right, Dad?” Zee asks, collecting the ones near the stairs.

Steve is busy, carefully folding up the threadbare black and white bandana into a pocket square that he puts in his blazer pocket, “I think you both are correct.” he manages to say, carefully swallowing down the emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

“Say, Dad?” he hears Corey’s voice a lot nearer now, “Can we talk to you about all this?”

Steve feels the dread start to rise in him, this could be the beginning of an impossible decision, but he knew the answer would always be his children. They were his priority, even up against the love of his life. He tucks the bandana down, hiding it in his pocket out of sight and turns around with a big smile.

“Of course,” he says and turns to have two bundles of balloons thrust at him from his kids, which he gathers up and puts on the side.

They sit on one side of the table, steepling their fingers, looking at him intensely. Steve sits in a chair opposite them, feeling like he’s been called into the principal's office for something. They look at one another, and then Corey nods towards Steve, and as they turn back, Zee speaks.

“Sooooo, we’ve basically overheard Val and Mom talking, and we have some questions,” Zee says gently.

Steve tries not to, but he gulps along with his, “Ok, sure, ask anything you like.”

As the words leave his mouth, Corey pulls out a notebook and pencil, tears out the top page  and pushes it towards Zee. He is then laser-focused on Steve with his pencil poised. Steve looks between the two of them and wonders which one is the good cop and which is the bad cop.

“So, first of all. Whilst we haven't been here, Eddie has been living here, right?” Zee asks, and Steve replies with a nod. Corey begins scribbling something down, and Steve can't help but be distracted by it.

“And he’s been, what, staying in the guest room?” Zee asks, eyebrows raised, and Steve thinks about lying, but he shakes his head in a no, and the pencil scribbling starts up again. 

Steve quickly defends his actions, “But it’s not what you think. I’ve known Eddie a long time and-”

“Please, Dad, just answer the questions we give you. No need to elaborate unless asked, ok?” Zee interrupts him.

“So you and Eddie are in love, right?” Zee asks.

“Yes.” Steve answers, “But you see, if I could just explain, things like this don't normally happen this quickly, it's just that-”

“Are you hard of hearing? A simple yes or no is sufficient for our investigation, ok?!” Corey says in a new york accent as he hits the table, making Steve and Zee jump. Clearly, Corey is Bad Cop. 

“Well, let’s not get overly dramatic about it, Cor, geez. He’s already nervous!” Zee frowns and turns back to her paper. “Corey, I think the answer to this next one is obvious. It feels a little redundant to ask.”

“Could you just stick to the plan for once, please?! The answer may be obvious, but his micro-expressions might give away something else.” Corey complains.

“Fine!” Zee rolls her eyes and focuses back on Steve, “Are you serious about one another? For example, this is not just some kind of whirlwind romance thing?”

Steve folds his arms, and Corey’s pencil scratches away, so he quickly unfolds them again, “Er, yeah, very serious. Write that down.” Steve replies pointing at Corey’s pad.

“Cor, this one is stupid. It's been a week. They haven't got this far.” Zee complains with a sigh, but Corey ignores her, so she reluctantly reads it out, “Do you intend to marry him?” Steve pulls a face like the answer is obvious, and Zee smiles smugly, “See?!”

“Yes, I do.” Steve answers, and Zee’s jaw drops.

“What did I tell you?! I knew it! This is crazy, so fucking crazy,” Corey says, vindicated.

“Hey, you’ll watch your language, young man!” Steve interjects, pointing at Corey firmly.

“Sorry,” Corey says a little sheepishly.

“Ok, well, I’m assuming you want him to move in then?” Zee says with a tone and look of disbelief.

Steve sighs, leans over, and takes one of their hands in his own, “Listen, I like Eddie. Yeah, I love him. I’d love to have him live here, but not without your blessing.” Steve says genuinely, looking at them both compassionately. “There are plenty of other arrangements we could come to. Eddie was the person that actually brought it up. He didn't want to do anything that made you guys or your Mom uncomfortable. He knows he’s new to you all. He’s not gonna just waltz in here and take over your lives or home, ok? You are my priority. Always.” Steve gives their hands a squeeze.

Corey tilts his head to the side, “That's great to know, Dad, but we are more than aware of how obsessed with us you are. Like, I mean, Eddie could be doing us a bit of favour, taking up some of that attention, honestly.” he lets out a little laugh. Steve half smiles with a frown.

“You aren’t worried about that?” Steve asks, looking between them.

“No,” Zee laughs, “Not at all. We just wanted to make sure you were keeping your heart safe. That’s all. We heard…well overheard, that he broke your heart before, and we talked about it and thought we’d just ask, you know?”

Steve shuts his eyes for a moment to stop the tears welling up. He hadn't accomplished a lot off his own back in this lifetime. He was mainly fortunate and managed to land on his feet. But as his two children sit before him, he can see his lifetime achievement right there. Two brilliant, sassy, funny, talented, confident, thoughtful kids and his heart could just burst. He clears his throat, hoping the lump developing in it will dissipate.

“That was a long time ago. We were young, and it was more complicated back then than it is now. Eddie-” Steve tries to defend.

“Eddie can answer for his crimes when we see him next!” Corey says in his new york cop voice again.

“What? He’s gotta go through this too?” Steve says in surprise.

“Oh yeah!” Zee laughs, “We’ve drawn up a roommate contract for him too.” 

[minhru]

hi hi <3 my name's sun and not only am i super excited to be here, i'm also here to bring you min haru!! (slash the radio host at the sunset galleria slash perpetual daydreamer slash ex-actor-now-a-runaway slash ... u get the gist) but yeah under the cut i have some info abt him which ended up basc being me rambling far too much so pls bare with me whilst i try to rub two brain cells together to come up w a decent tldr @_@ nyways enough of me please like this post if youd like me to hit u up for plotting (i also have disc if thats better) or feel free to message first!! ♡

profile is linked here (x)

min haru, 27, full-time radio host and residential nap-taker

having two very famous actors as parents (think son yejin and hyun bin marriage news level) inevitably meant that he was not only born in seoul, but also under the glare of the much too bright spotlight

shoved into commercials and dramas as soon as he could walk thanks to the helping hand of nepotism and lots of media play

his parents loved each other a lot, both in front of and behind cameras, but for some reason that same affection never really extended to him

they saw him as a stain on their careers more than anything, considering he wasn't really the best actor despite his efforts and esp not compared to his parents

an article about his average performance in the new sbs drama on sundays, 9-10pm slot? netizens leaving negative comments? nothing he didn't hear from mom and dad first, and certainly not half as biting, even though it would be a lie to say they didn't have an impact on his already crumbling confidence

starred in dramas and films throughout his teens, though more often in supporting roles much to his parents' annoyance

rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat up until he hit 20, and his mom was hit with illness after illness and was forced to retire. years of stardom and unhealthy life habits eventually caught up to her and haru was left picking up the pieces, trying to take care of her whilst maintaining the rest of his packed life

haha-hehe-hoho-laugh-out-loud'd as much as he could until he eventually had a pretty public breakdown on the set of a drama (no amount of reporting could delete the behind the scenes video that was plastered over sns) one year later and was subsequently booted

and then, as most of the news outlets say, proceeded to "drop off the face of earth" aka delete all of his social media, move out from his family home and hide from the cameras. very few people know the reality, which is that his dad kicked haru out after he told him he no longer wanted to be in the industry

doesn't keep in contact with his dad anymore but still talks to his mom!! who sends him money etc, helped him for those few years after he disappeared when he shifted from tiny to tinier cities, working odd jobs here and there until the next big actor/actress appeared and the media eventually "forgot" about him considering it had been years

moved to daegu 3 years ago and working at sunset galleria ever since!! he's the v happy radio host @ the sunset radio kiosk, choosing the music that plays throughout the mall alongside reading out stories people send in, passing on comforting messages and reminding people to take care

also has two cats called mimi and momo that he adopted from a rescue :^) not the step dad but the #dad that stepped up

in terms of his personality: walls raised to the sky, quiet, very withdrawn. like very, very, very withdrawn. it's been over six years since he's been in the limelight and he still dislikes being in front of cameras, feeling like he's being perceived or watched, analysed etc etc

the irony of disliking attention yet being a radio host isn't lost on him but haru vc: at least people don't actually see my face at sunset unless they're nosy

perpetually nervous, fidgets a lot, a people-pleaser, very malleable. a genuine medical mystery because he has no back bone and there's very little in the world that can get him to express an emotion stronger than indifference

his tendency to be over-polite and inherently quiet nature means he can come across as rude even if that's the opposite of what he intends

always wearing headphones so he promises he isn't ignoring you, you just caught him at a really bad time

speaking of promising he isn't ignoring you -- he has a bad habit of not replying to texts for days or disappearing and taking a week off work whenever things get too hectic for him it's a habit he hasn't managed to shake off just yet

also embarrassingly clumsy. this might be the third time you've seen him walk straight into the glass doors

there's a difference between being lonely and being alone -- and he's both. paradoxically, he does want to make friends but just has no idea how to approach anyone and hopes that staring at you from a distance is a good first step

loves crocheting :^) like loooveess crocheting :^) just a 6'1" guy and his silly little crochet toys

plots -- i promise i'll scramble together a plots page soon but for now id love to brainstorm and fill in any open plots people want!! to throw out a few ideas

someone who knew him back in seoul; fellow child actor; someone who kept in contact with him after he disappeared; someone who thought he would keep in contact with them after he disappeared and he did not (sorry); childhood best friends; someone who swears they recognise him and he keeps telling you that recurrent delusions are something u need to get checked out; the classic ex-friends or exes; fwbs; avid listeners of sunset radio; you keep running into each other smoking under the "no-smoking" sign; one-sided crush from far away; fellow cat-owner; fellow music enthusiast; ex-fans who can't believe he's actually here; someone who recognises him from his meltdown video but pretends not to, etc etc

[thissmallplace]

Thunder In The Land Of The Sun

Chapter 2

(There is bilangual Spanish-English conversation here. The Spanish version is shown in between slashes (//).)

The town square was picturesque and there were trees and carefully kept flowerbeds all over it. Thor noticed some older women looking at him in shock and confusion.

"Fear not!" Thor said. It was a mistake. That is what biblical angels say everytime they have to talk to humans and it had an immediate effect in the elderly church ladies who crossed themselves quickly, one of them even fell to her knees.

"¡M'hijo, ve a la iglesia y trae al padre! ¡Un angel bajó del cielo!/Child, go to the church and bring the priest! An angel has come down from heaven!/" One of the women told a young boy who was standing near her.

"No es un angel, abuelita. /He's not an angel, grandma./" A teenage girl said."Es Thor. ¡Es el Vengador más poderoso!/He's Thor. He's the most powerful Avenger!/" She explained and grinned delightedly.

Thor regretted not having changed into Midgardian clothes then. He walked toward the confused, kneeling woman and very gently took her arm and lifted her up on her feet.

"/Mi señora, por favor, no hay necesidad de incarse. Yo...sólo soy un visitante amistoso. La joven doncella tiene razón. Soy Thor Odinson. Vine...vine a ayudar a su gente a mantener la paz y seguridad en su hermoso reino./

My lady, please, there's no need to kneel. I'm...just a friendly visitor. The young maiden is right. I am Thor Odinson. I...I came to help your people keep peace and safety in your beautiful realm." He explained.

The elderly lady looked up at Thor in awe and fear, but when he smiled kindly at her she relaxed and shyly smiled back at him.

"¿Estamos en peligro? ¿Viniste a protegernos? /

Are we in danger? Did you come here to protect us?/" The young girl asked Thor as more and more people gathered around, curious about their visitor.

"/Por ahora están a salvo. Pero siempre pueden llamarme y vendré aquí a ayudarlos, mis amigos midgardianos./

For now, you are safe. But you can always call me and I'll be here to help you, my Midgardian friends." Thor said.

The priest had come and looked half impressed and half angry at Thor.

"/¡Oiga, usted no puede venir a decirles que le recen a usted. Esta gente ya cree en el único Dios verdadero!/

Listen, you can't come to tell them to pray to you! These people already believe in the only one true God!" The priest said with a slightly shaky, angry voice.

"/Mi buen sacerdote, puede que usted esté un poco confundido. No hay un sólo dios. ¡Conozco a muchos dioses y diosas!/

My good priesr, you might be a little confused. I know many gods and goddesses!" Thor replied with a soft smile."/Sé de su dulce dios de la paz, el amor y la carpinteria. Puedo ver que es amado y adorado aquí./

I know of your sweet god of peace, love, and carpentry. I see he is loved and worshipped here." He added.

"/ Nosotros los dioses tenemos, cada uno, nuestras propias responsanbilidades. Yo, por mi parte, soy el dios del rayo y trueno, del cielo, la fertilidad y la agricultura. Y estoy seguro que su dios los cuida también./

We gods all have our own responsibilities. I, myself, am god of thunder, the sky, fertility and agriculture. I am sure your god looks after you, as well."

Before the priest could say anything else, a young man got closer to Thor. He was rather short so he had to tilt his head back to look at Thor's face while standing close to him, but his deep, firm voice was clearly heard by the blond, smiling god.

"Sir...your highness...Mister." He said a little nervously." Would you like us to show you around town?" The youth was nervous and excited. Two other young people came closer and they didn't hide the admiration in their dark eyes.

"Call me Thor." He said as he smiled at the young Midgardians he found so endearing."I would love to see your town. And I'd be grateful if you led me to the place where they are cooking whatever it is that smells delicious."

The young people agreed immediately and guided Thor to a small restaurant that was bright and welcoming with some colourful decoration. Thor hummed because the intense aroma of good cooking was much more intense there. Three women and a man came out of the kitchen and the elderly gentleman behind the counter dropped the notebook and pen in his hands when he saw Thor standing there by one of their tables.

Thor squatted to pick the pen and notebook up and handed them back to the elderly man.

"¡Jesucristo salvador! /Jesus Christ our saviour!/" The man exclaimed because he recognised Thor from the news.

"My apologies, sir, but, that's not I." Thor said in Spanish while looking at the man, confused by what he had exclaimed.

"No, no, claro que no eres Jesús. Eres uno de Los Vengadores. Eres Thor, el vikingo del espacio /No, no, of course you're not Jesus. You are one of The Avengers. You're Thor, the space viking!" The man grinned at Thor and familiarly patted on Thor's arm.

Well, Thor found that really warm and welcoming and he beamed friendily at the man.

"My friend, would it be possible for us to taste the tempting dishes you're preparing in your kitchens?" Thor asked.

"Of course!" The man said and then he greeted the young people who had guided Thor there.

In almost no time Thor found himself sitting comfortably at a table with a view of the busy street. He was surrounded by his self-appointed tour guides and smiling and thanking gracefully when the servers came bringing him some "café de olla" with cinnamon and brown sugar, a large plate of green chilaquiles with fried eggs, a bowl with colourful fresh fruit salad, a pitcher of bright orange juice and a tray of tempting "pan dulce".

The young people and the restaurant owner tried not to stare at Thor but they were eager to see his reaction when he tasted the food. The fruit was more familiar, Stark kept his kitchens well stocked, but the fruit in the bowl seemed fresher and sweeter. He was particularly delighted by the mangoes. He took a sip of the orange juice and hummed in approval. It was like drinking syrupy sunshine. When he took his first bite of chilaquiles his eyes widened.

"Oh, my friends, this is some hearty delight!" Thor exclaimed."Another!" He added jokingly and then he looked at the woman who had brought him more orange juice." My lady, what is your name?" He asked her.

"Guadalupe... me dicen Lupita. /Guadalupe...they call me Lupita/" She replied shyly and a little nervously.

"My lady Lupita, would it be all right if I asked you for some more of your wonderful, spicy chilaquiles?" Thor asked her.

The woman's face lit up with a bright, proud smile and she herself went to the kitchen to bring Thor another steamy plate of green chilaquiles.

Meanwhile Thor was chatting with the young people and sharing his meal with them. One of the girls had brought in two musicians. One played the guitar and the other played the accordion and they sang and played some songs for Thor and his friendly companions.

"Le vamos a cantar el corrido de Los Vengadores, mi jefe./We're going to sing The Avengers corrido, boss./" The older musician told Thor who stopped eating to listen attentively to them.

Thor clapped enthusiastically when the song was over and stood up to go and shake hands with the musicians.

"You are excellent bards. You'd be very welcome and praised in any of the best Asgardian taverns and inns!" He congratulated the musicians. He made a gesture for them to wait and gave each a bag full of heavy Asgardian gold coins as a tip.

"It's what you Midgardians call gold. I think you can exchange it for goods." Thor explained. The musicians thanked him gracefully and left trying not to look too excited about the little fortune they had just been given by Thor.

After enjoying his meal Thor paid the restaurant owners with more gold coins and took his leave. A group of excited and curious Midgardians walked with him to the outskirts of the small town.

"¡Te habías de quedar, mi buen Thor! ¡Quédese, compa'! / You should stay, my good Thor! Stay, buddy!" A man wearing a cowboy hat told Thor and he patted Thor's arm.

"I like your attire, my friend." Thor gestured to the man's hat. "I promise I'll come back soon to visit your town." Thor shook the man's hand and, before taking off with Mjolnir, he posed for selfies with everyone.

Thor took off with Mjolnir and traveled down to the Capital, Mexico City. Traveling alone was both soothing and terrible for him. Being alone was always like after the ordeal with the dark elves. Feeling weightless, airborne, looking at the sky and the distant ground made him feel numb. But the terrible part was that his memories were relentlessly there, the loss, the excruciating grief.

Being surrounded by mortals, helping them, knowing them better, protecting them, all that kept him busy and made him feel a warmth that had kept him sane. But when he saw them among their loved ones, when he saw parents reunited with their children, siblings holding each other, crying tears of joy to see their brothers or sisters safe and sound, Thor's heart sank and he felt a deep pain a thousand times repeated.

He was admiring the colourful land underneath him as he flew over it, letting the wind dry his tears. The turmoil in his heart was affecting the weather. The brilliant blue sky started darkening with the quickly gathering clouds. A storm started a few seconds after Thor approached a high, snow-capped moutain not too far north of Mexico City.

Thor wasn't summoning lightning, lightning wasn't emanating from him either and he distinctly noticed how the lightning seemed to come from earth, from that high mountain.

And then the lightning aimed at him. It didn't hurt Thor at all. He absorbed its power. At first he thought it was a strange coincidence, but when more and more rays were aimed at him he knew someone down there in the mountain was shooting lightning at him.

He flew down until he got close enough to see his attacker in his magnificent attire which included a beautiful helmet decorated with long, blue and turquoise feathers.

To be continued...

[mikaharuka]

Last Words... for Feb 9, 2023

(tagging for reference - @tsunderewatermelon, @mrsmungus, @axolotlsupremacyowo, @bleepbloopbotz, @alpaca-clouds, @lena-hills, @udaberriwrites, @danceswithdarkspawn, @aislinnstanaka - I know y'all love femslash, but I just started so nothing happens... yet)

[I tagged y'all, but let me know if you want to be tagged, and if so, then on what posts. Also, I realized I don't have a tag list for my official fic posts, so let me know if you want to be on that as well]

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Normally, I just work on one fic (Prithvi, the earth element and first trio of chapters of Mahabhuta)... but this week was wild.

First, there was that nine-fold drabble I wrote 3 days ago in 7 hours (A Study in Hands). I thought that was an exception... but then, I get a brief flash of a Rose/Elle prompt and I started to outline that. Then I woke up today, possessed by a femslash take on the Azure Mystique erotic dream sequence (chapter 11 of Apricity), and now here I am.

Knee deep in Azure Allure! (also for Miranda's 'bergamot' prompt)

Although the high-level "plot" and themes are the same between Mystique and Allure, the sensory details, actions, and execution will be different. After all, the characters (Carlisle/Carine, Beau/Bella) are "only" 90% or so similar. I mean, Mystique is very masculine and Allure will be very feminine (no kidding...), so yeah! I have a plan!

That being said... I'm also quite nervous because this is my first attempt at a femslash-centric fic. I know, I felt the same way three years ago when I wrote slash-centric fic for the first time, but still >.>

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As always, this is a raw, no-edit draft, so SPAG errors are likely.

Also, if you've read Mystique, this first part will likely feel similar, since this is the opening exposition with the scene setting pieces.

(for those who want to play compare/contrast: Azure Mystique)

...also, I got excited and shared all of today's 540 words... so all of it?

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[From Azure Allure]

Cool, comfortable, calm. 

All of the pieces needed for Bella to smoothly shift in place and return to sleep. The metronomic lull reverberating through the air would make that incredibly simple. 

Only something was off. Why was her room so noisy? 

True, she usually ran a melodic white noise track in the background before drifting off to sleep. Something like the crash of a waterfall or the low whistling of a wind, set to the backdrop of a soothing, lovely tune played on a piano. 

But those sounds weren’t all Bella heard.

There was this incessant crinkle popping off like fireworks near her ears, every time she so much as made herself comfortable. Eventually, the grating sound woke Bella from her half-dazed state and she moved to sit up. She stretched her stiff arms to the sky then slowly opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the mostly dark surroundings, lit only by the few rays of azure-tinged moonlight that diffused through the light mist.

Had she really fallen asleep outside? 

After adjusting her headband and pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail, Bella stood up and stretched her body again, before lifting her gaze to take in the world around her.

The ancient forest, with all its majestic pines, firs and spruce trees reaching out to the dark dusk sky, hummed with this vibrant energy so full of life - energy that soothed Bella’s spirit with every deep breath she took. Despite the mist and limited light preventing her from getting a clear view of the land, that familiar sharp, yet sweet scent of the evergreen trees whistling through pine needles, star-shaped leaves, and dried-out bark lining the forest floor - all of it was so very familiar to her.

The forest along the shores across Akalat.

Though Bella had no idea why she woke up on the forest floor, she wasn’t about to waste any more time lingering around - not with the final rays of daylight set to fade away. She didn’t know where in the forest she was, but that hardly mattered - once she arrived at the beach, she would be able to navigate her way home from there.

Feeling a wave of that grounding energy rush by her sense, Bella slowly closed her eyes and let her body and mind fall in tune with the symphony surrounding her.

The gentle breeze grazing her skin.

The light mist settling closer to her.

The pine and petrichor filling the air.

The rhythmic waves pulling her along.

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Bella was not sure how much time had passed since she began walking, but the sun had already set and it didn’t feel like she was any closer to the beach. She was no stranger to these woods, but somehow, she couldn’t recognize any of the glades she passed through. 

No, even beyond that, somehow the woods looked exactly the same as they had before.

That couldn’t be possible, though.

That had to be a trick of the hazy, azure moonlight.

And yet… that same moonlight grew brighter and stronger - then, within a flash, the mist from earlier vanished mysteriously into thin air, leaving only the azure moonlight and the bright stars dotting the now-clear midnight sky to help guide her way forward.