#I will never get tired of saying that moving onto this fandom was actually really good for my mental health I sweaarrrrr

[galactic-rhea]

Omg your art lives rent free in my head and i'm so happy that i finally found someone who loves anakin as much as i do! Also fun fact: i'm aroace and anakin was the only reason I thought i was straight (didn't understood the aesthetic attraction then lol). Lots of love💖

Omg hiiiii!! Hello, fellow aroace, I'm aroace too! :D

You're so nice, I'm glad you like my art! I was very hesitant here at first because of my previous fandom (which I basically ran away from) was tremendously hostile, so I didn't know what expect from SW fandom and being fan of Anakin of all characters, but hey, I found my niche! There's a lot of ppl that love him (otherwise I wouldn't get that many notes, i think 😆😆).

Maybe there's a very loud angry crowd out there that think you're bad for liking him, but compared to what I experienced on previous fandom, SW fandom as I have experienced it so far, is a walk to the park

Anyways, thank you!!!!

[sundrop-writes]

Better Than Sleeping

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Summary:

You and Jason are friends with benefits. Though you have come to realize that the relationship doesn’t always ‘benefit’ you when he ends up annoying you after a long, tiring day of training.

(He quickly makes you come to see that his annoying persistence can benefit you, even if you would never admit it aloud.)

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader. Friends with Benefits. Smut. Set during Season 2.

Word Count: 5,300

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THIS IS A RE-POST. This is a fic from my old blog (a blog that was shadowbanned, forcing me to move). This fic is not stolen, it is completely mine, and I am just re-posting it to help people find my new blog, and to make my masterlist complete when I post new fics for this fandom.

Warning: This fic contains Dubious Consent. One character ‘wears down’ the other and ‘convinces them’ to have sex, and both of them display verbal consent that goes against their true actions and desires (they say no to having sex when they do truly want to) and they think of convincing the other person to agree as a kind of ‘game’. It is a relationship that is playful in nature, and this consent is based on bodily queues, facial expressions, and knowing a person’s safety and comfort based on being in a relationship with them for a period of time. If this makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read the fic.

List of detailed warnings and author’s notes below the cut.

Warnings: friends with benefits, this is primarily a smut fic, the reader character uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina, Jason is more dominant and the reader is more submissive (once the sex begins), the reader could be considered a brat, Jason calls the reader ‘babe’ (it is a canon event), Jason calls the reader ‘baby’, Jason calls the reader ‘good girl’, dubious consent - coercion (please see the above for an explanation about this), mentions of masturbation (watching someone masturbate), mentions of fucking someone to sleep/fucking someone while they are asleep, mentions of free use kink, mentions of cumming inside someone/unprotected sex, marking/biting, groping/touching through underwear (reader receiving), orgasm denial (toward the reader), ‘just the tip’,teasing, there is a point where Jason’s dick is inside her without a condom but he doesn’t cum, and he puts on a condom before fully penetrating (what would you call that?), begging, slight mentions of subspace (but it’s more so described as a lustful drunkness), there is implications toward the end of fucking someone to sleep/fucking someone while they are asleep with their permission. I believe that is everything.

A/N: This is definitely one of my favourite things I have written. I thought maybe I was going to edit it some before re-posting it, but I was rereading it the other day and I actually realized that it's really good the way it is, so here you go - some random cocky Jason smut, inspired by the 'just the tip' trope. I hope you enjoy!

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You knew that becoming a Titan was never going to be easy. 

But fuck, this was a lot harder than you imagined it would be. Dick Grayson was quickly becoming your least favorite person. Between the 5am wake up calls and the endless workout routines, paired with the bland ‘nutrient filled’ meal plans he had everyone on to ‘fuel your bodies’ for training - he was becoming a menial drill sergeant that you couldn’t get away from. One of the only things that made it better was the fact that you had friends around - the ability to joke about him with Rachel, Gar, and Jason behind his back. Was it a bit mean-spirited? Yes. Did you feel less guilty about it whenever he added more onto the training routine? Also yes. 

You had no clue when these skills you were working so hard on were ever going to come into play. Every single night, Dick retired himself into the comms room full of computers to ‘monitor the city for threats’ - but he seemingly never found anything worthy of the team’s attention. At least not yet. So you went about the routine of training hard, becoming exhausted, falling into bed to sleep and then doing it all over again. 

Oh - and there was the other thing. The not so occasional part of your routine where Jason fucked your brains out. The fact that the two of you had developed a mutually beneficial relationship to help ‘relieve’ each other when you were horny, a quintessential friends with benefits situation. But with your muscles sore from training and your entire body so exhausted, that was the farthest thing from your mind on this night. 

After a long, hard day of training, the last thing you wanted to hear was a knock on your bedroom door. You hoped that it was simply Gar asking to borrow some of your body wash again (because he liked the smell), or Rachel asking you to kill a spider in her room, and not Dick alerting you to some surprise training drill that he had suddenly thought up. 

You shoved your pajama top over your head, finishing getting changed for the night, and rushed across the room to the door. When you opened it, you barely had time to gauge if you were pleased or displeased at seeing Jason before he spoke. 

“I’m horny.” He announced abruptly, being very abrupt about delivering his feelings. 

But it was in character for him, and didn’t surprise you in the least. 

You hated that your stomach jolted at his words, even if just out of Pavlovian habit. It had been only two days since the last time he had fucked you. He had caught you in the shower in the morning, snuck into the bathroom with a condom between his teeth and opened the shower door to join you while you were distracted meditatively washing your hair. It had been steamy, soapy, slippery, and goddamn wonderful. 

But it had left you sore and stiff before training, and you were wondering how much give and take there was - if you truly needed his cock. 

“Hello to you too.” You said, your tone just as dead tired as you felt. 

You wouldn’t admit that you were a bit horny too. You were tired, and you wanted to go to sleep. So that made you annoyed with his presence. (It should have made you more annoyed than you were.) 

Jason bit his lip, raking his eyes up and down your body with an intense heat lurking there. You glared back at him. 

Jason was intensely attractive. He was a good looking guy, that was just a fact. And while you did enjoy the way he was looking at you, staring you down like you were a porn star when you were slumped with exhaustion, wearing baggy old pjs with mascara smeared on your face with sweat, your hair a mess from the day - there was barely a spark stirred in your stomach at the idea of fucking him right now. You were just too damn tired. Dick had been running you all into the ground, instituting the same training that Batman had given him, and it was fucking exhausting. 

“So - can I come in?” Jason asked. 

He gave you a very expectant curl of his lips and tilted his head toward you when you didn’t say anything for a few seconds. You just stood there and stared at him bitterly. 

You sighed hard through your nose, not wanting to answer the question. 

Fucking him might be nice. A good orgasm before bed. But you needed to put what little energy you had left into your nightly routine and then get a good, long sleep before Dick woke everyone up at ass o’clock again. 

“No.” You finally told him. “I’m going to bed.” 

You turned and walked back into your room, but left the door open. You hoped that he would get the hint to leave on his own. You grabbed your bottle of makeup remover and a cotton pad and began taking off your makeup. 

You weren’t so lucky. 

“I’ll go to bed with you, babe.” He announced proudly. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. 

He then came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. You felt the half hardness of his cock pressing into your ass as you wiped away your makeup with stern hands. You tried your hardest not to let him wear you down, even as you felt a tingle between your thighs. He was used to training this hard, so it wasn’t as exhausting for him. Clearly, he didn’t understand how tired you were - how badly you needed the rest. 

“Go get in your own bed.” You barked, your tone becoming more strained. 

As you leaned closer to the mirror to inspect your face, to make sure that you had gotten all the tiny specs of makeup off, you unintentionally arched your back, pushing your ass much closer to his crotch. Jason let out a quiet moan and you caught him smirking at you in the reflection of the mirror. 

He leaned in close, draping his warm body entirely over your back, trapping you there as he put one hand on the dresser and the other on the wall and leaned his body weight on you. You could have shoved him off you if you wanted to - but as you felt a tingling heat creeping up your back, you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to. 

“Come on, babe.” He sighed into your neck. 

His hot breath on such a sensitive place caused a shiver through you that you would deny. 

“Why are you being like this? You know if you want a good sleep, getting fucked nice and hard is the best way to get it.” He told you, so entirely cocky. “My cock will put you right to bed, baby.” 

The words sent a hard jolt of electricity through you, settling a hard heat through you from your gut all the way to your face, burning uncomfortably through your skin. Combined with the way he ground his increasing hardness against your ass, you were forced to suppress a whimper. 

It made you even more annoyed with him - the fact he could play your body like an instrument he had finely tuned. And you reacted with that intense annoyance. 

“Why can’t you just masturbate like a normal person?” You scoffed at him, entirely firm, not giving away an ounce of weakness in your voice. 

“As if.” He held intense disgust in his voice at the very idea. 

He gave another firm dig of his hips, causing you to be pressed into the sharp edge of the dresser - a small twinge of pain that only added to the heat growing in your stomach. 

“Why the fuck would I resort to touching myself when I have the sweetest pussy ever to fuck right down the hall?” Jason explained. “But ya know, if you want to watch me jack off, that can be arranged.” 

Instead of responding to that, you just rolled your eyes. You hoped that he wouldn’t notice that subtle shift of lust in your features that said this was definitely a new fantasy of yours because he had brought it up. 

“You can’t deny that you need it too.” Jason whispered into your ear. 

“I need sleep.” You grunted in return. 

You then shucked out of his hold, using one of the evasive maneuvers that Dick had taught you in training, ducking under Jason’s arm when he wasn’t expecting it. Before he could blink, you were across the hall and in the bathroom. It was mostly because you knew that if you stood there any longer with his warm body pressed against your back, you would have given in far too easily. 

Naturally, Jason followed you. 

He stuck by your side through your entire night time routine, trying to wear you down. You weighed the pros and cons in your head without truly listening to him as the exhaustion seeped into your bones and battled with the lust growing inside of you. 

Jason brushed his teeth standing next to you in front of the sink while you brushed yours, all the while mumbling excuses through his toothpaste about how the sex would be good aerobic exercise to help with your training. By the time you got to doing your skincare, you ended up putting a face wash and moisturizer on him just to mentally drown out whatever he was saying - something about orgasms and endorphins and how it helps mental health. 

As you pulled back the covers to finally settle in, he snuck his way into your bed under the guise of ‘just cuddling’. Though you weren’t anywhere near convinced of that sentiment, you didn’t kick him out of the room or protect. You were surprised, but grateful when he took off his shirt, laid down, and seemed to finally shut up. You weren’t sure which you were more grateful for - the quiet or the stunning eye candy of his tight body on full display. But you didn’t question the fact that he had finally stopped nagging you. 

You crawled into bed beside him and settled into his arms. You gave him a kiss on the cheek as a goodnight (knowing that if you kissed him on the mouth, it would turn into something more heated). It was only about two minutes after you shut off your bedside lamp, shrouding the room in darkness, that the talking began again. 

“You could sleep through it.” He noted quietly. 

You sighed with deep annoyance. 

“If you want to. I could be gentle about it.” 

His voice continued on from behind you as he spooned you, one arm under your head underneath the pillow and the other laid almost possessively around your waist. 

Of course, he didn’t even have to be too descriptive for you to know what ‘it’ was. 

The idea of him gently fucking you while you fell into a lazy sleep was entirely too appealing. But he didn’t need to know that. He didn’t need to win. Especially not after you had put so much of your very little remaining energy into deterring him all night. 

“Go to sleep.” You told him with a huff, shoving your head further into the pillow. 

He simply chuckled. 

You hoped that if you just ignored him, he would shut up and go to sleep. 

You would never admit to him that heat bloomed in your stomach at the idea of Jason crawling into your bed when you were already in a deep sleep, using you for his own selfish pleasure and leaving you sore and full of cum to wake up to in the morning. 

“Hmm… no.” He replied, as easily as a petulant child, his breath fanning out over your neck once again. 

Your heated thoughts easily blossomed into a moan from your lips when he latched onto your neck without warning. He picked a particularly tender spot, sucking hard with teeth and the fullness of his lips, easily knocking the wind out of you. You shoved your heated face tightly into your pillow, praying that he wouldn’t notice your reaction. That he wouldn’t realize he so blatantly had you like putty in his hands. If he knew that, he would know that he could just take whatever he wanted and you wouldn’t protest. Not in the slightest. 

Jason already knew that. But he wasn’t just going to pull down your shorts and slam his cock into you. As much fun as that would be - he wasn’t barbaric. Plus - now that he had one of your sweet little sounds in his ears, he wanted more. He wanted to hear you beg for it after denying him for so long. 

He moved his arm from being so tightly around your waist, and pushed your shirt up. You tried your best to put up a wall of indifference toward this. He began skimming his touch oh so lightly along the roundness of your stomach, right above the band of your shorts. You knew he felt the shiver that ran through you, but you refused to say anything. You weren’t pretending to be asleep at this point, but it was a game to the two of you. You still refused to give in. 

But he was playing to win. 

He shoved his hand into the waistband of your shorts, touching you outside the fabric of your underwear. His skin felt like he could have burned you, even through the fabric. You had to make a conscious effort not to buck forward into the touch. When his fingers skimmed across your hotly beating clit (when had you gotten so turned on?) you swallowed another whimper and steadied your voice. 

“Jason.” You said his name firmly, like a warning bell. “If you don’t behave yourself, I’m gonna kick you out.” 

“I don’t think you will.” He whispered into your neck, defiantly cocky once again. 

He sucked another hard, hot mark onto your skin as he cupped your pussy whole in his palm and began grinding the heel of his hand against your clit. 

You let out a wobbling moan and your body thrashed, your energy so depleted that you could no longer hold back your body’s natural reactions to him. You were met with the hard wall of his body behind you, so firm and perfectly hot as he pressed himself tighter into you. 

He gave a satisfied grin into your skin and only doubled down, putting more pressure on your throbbing clit and causing hot waves from that point, adding to the rolling boil that raged under your skin. 

With the beautifully firm pressure and Jason’s talent, the way he knew your body so well, you could have come from this alone. Especially as the pleasure throbbed through your core, your underwear became more soaked through and it was all so beautifully smooth and wet. 

Jason began grinding his cock - still trapped inside a pair of sweats - against the back of your thigh. He groaned into your neck when he felt a pleasurable tingling of his own spreading through his gut, though he craved to be inside of you. As much as he was enjoying this - the sweet, needy sounds falling from your lips, the way your thighs clamped around his wrist, as though desperately trying to keep him in place while your hips humped against his hand like a bitch in heat - he knew that he needed more. 

And he was going to make you beg for it. 

When he felt the signature twitch of your legs that said you were about to cum, he stopped. He held his hand completely still, his strong arm easily pinning your hips down to the bed to prevent you from humping against him and simply taking what you needed. In that moment, he even curled two of his fingers up to shove the fabric of your underwear inside of you slightly, creating a sharp sting that reminded you just how empty you were feeling. 

“Jay-!” You let out his name in a petulant whine, about to scold him for the ruined orgasm, but he cut you off. 

“You gonna ask me nicely now?” He rumbled into your ear. “Admit you were wrong?” 

You wanted to bark out ‘either make me cum, or go to your own damn bed’ - but you knew that Jason was just as petty as you were. At that point, he would have gotten up and left for his own bed just to prove a point. 

“You’re keeping me awake right now.” You huffed out, trying your best to sound annoyed. (Which wasn’t too difficult, considering how badly the ruined orgasm had frustrated you.) “My point still stands.” 

Of course, sleeping was the farthest thing from your mind now. The sexual frustration had injected a new wave of energy through you, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to rest until you were truly satisfied. 

Unfortunately, Jason knew that too. 

“Okay.” Jason sighed quietly, giving a click of his tongue. 

He then completely pulled his hand out of your shorts and pulled away from your body. It seemed like he was moving to get out of the bed - you worried you had accidentally triggered that signature pettiness in him. 

But as usual, Jason Todd surprised you. 

You bit your lip to hold back a cheer when he reached for the waistband of your shorts and underwear pulled them down all at once, exposing your hot, soaked cunt to the cool air of the room. (At some point, the blanket had been accidentally shoved off you.) You took a glance over your shoulder and of course, he was shoving his pants down to his knees. You caught a glimpse of his long, thick, hard cock bobbing out of the fabric in the darkness. But you didn’t dare to spend too much time admiring it, for fear of making him too cocky. 

You relaxed against your pillow in satisfaction, waiting for Jason to grab a condom out of the bedside table’s drawer so that he could literally fuck you to sleep. 

You were surprised when he scooted back toward you, pressing himself right up against your back once more. He proceeded to simply press his hips against yours - his cock laid flat against the bare folds of your leaking pussy, immediately becoming slick with your wetness. But be made no moves to grab a condom or even tease you by pushing inside of you raw. 

(Which - yes, the two of you had agreed to always use condoms, but it was secretly a fantasy of yours that he would go against the rule because of his overbearing need to feel you raw - or even the need to cum inside of you). 

But instead of doing any of that, Jason seemed to be settling in to relax. 

Jason draped himself across your back, wrapped his arm around your waist again, and gently laid his head on your shoulder. But he made no effort to move, or fuck you. Your pussy throbbed with need, feeling the hot, hard length pressed against you, entirely unmoving. When you clenched around nothing, you let out a wave of slick that you knew he could feel right on his cock. You felt a groan catch inside his chest, but still, he didn’t move. 

“Jason.” You breathed out, having to question him after a few more moments of silence and stillness. “What are you doing?” 

“Going to sleep.” He answered, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I thought you wanted me to just shut up and leave you alone so that you could get some rest?” 

That. Little. Shit.

You resisted the urge to elbow him in the face. 

Obviously, being so close to you, he felt your entire body tense up with anger and annoyance. He was only able to partially hold back his satisfactory laughter. When the quiet snickers met your ears, you became even more annoyed. 

“Jason.” You scolded him gruffly. 

“Oh? I’m sorry,” He said, entirely sarcastic. “Did you want something?” 

“Did you want something?” You parroted back, mocking his words in a childish voice. 

Essentially, you had no more clever comebacks left. He had won. 

“I guess I can give you something for your troubles, babe.” Jason sighed, as though it were a grand inconvenience to him. “Maybe just the tip, though.” 

“Just the tip.” You sighed, finding yourself repeating his words once again. Though this time your voice was dead and sarcastic rather than mocking - mostly because you didn’t believe him. 

You knew that in Jason land, ‘just the tip’ meant slamming his entire cock into you after the tip lingered in your entrance for a moment. You clenched down on nothing again at the thought. 

Once again, you were expecting him to grab a condom so he could fuck you freely without worry. You were surprised when he peeled his body away from you slightly and reached down to grab his cock. After a moment of rubbing the fat cockhead along your folds to get it nice and wet, he did as promised and pushed the tip inside. 

It was the first time he had ever been inside of you without the barrier of a condom, and feeling his hot, raw skin touching yours - even just a little bit, made you gasp. 

“Jason!” 

Your voice was whiny even to your own ears, so needy for him after so much teasing. Upon instinct, feeling that painfully empty ache coming from deep inside you, you arched your back and attempted to shove your hips toward him - attempted to pull more of his thickness inside of you. But Jason was quicker, and he had his hands on both your hips, shoving you down onto the bed so hard and fast that the tip of his cock fell out of you with a wet pop. 

It was a sound that made heat beat through your cheeks, and the feeling of his wet cockhead brushing against the backs of your thighs took your breath away. 

“Oops.” He chuckled, and moved to slot himself back into position.

You had no clue why it was so dizzyingly hot. 

But this time he held you down firmly so you couldn’t simply fuck yourself back onto his cock. You moaned as the thickness of the cockhead popped back inside of you - you yearned for more, but he stayed still. 

After a moment, he began to move his hips so slightly, feeding no more than an inch of his cock into your throbbing cunt before pulling it back out. It was an entirely careful movement on his part where he fed you the first inch, and didn’t let the tip pop out again, in pathetically shallow thrusts that could barely be called sex. Your pussy ached, tingled, yearned for more. 

You mentally cursed Batman for teaching him such good self discipline and him using it for this.

“Jason.” You whined, trying fruitlessly to fight against the firm grip he had on your hips in order to fuck yourself on his cock. 

“What, babe?” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss a line across your shoulder. 

“You know what.” You replied, your tone even more frustrated and whiny. 

You wiggled your hips desperately, trying to get more of him inside of you. You yearned to feel the perfect ache of his thick cock splitting you open, hitting all of those perfect spots so deep inside of you. 

“No, I don’t.” He told you, his voice somehow steady and confident. “You’re gonna have to spell it out for me.” 

You couldn’t see it or feel it, but his hips were trembling and his abs were tight with the pure resistance of his self control. All of the energy he was using not to slam his cock into the tight, warm velvet of your cunt, especially as he felt it leak so freely around the tip of his cock, knowing how badly you needed him. He wanted nothing more than to watch you whine and babble and fall apart on his cock - but he wanted to win just a little bit more. 

There was a distinct pause. The last shreds of your own stubbornness hanging in the air, even as your cunt throbbed with need. 

Even if Jason couldn’t see your face from this angle, he could feel the warring in your body. He knew you too well. And he knew how to break you down so perfectly. 

“If you want anything more than this,” He told you, emphasizing the point with another pathetically shallow thrust. “If you want anything more than just the tip of my cock,” His voice was low and silken and creating even more heat that almost drowned you. “Then you’re gonna have to beg for it.” 

“Fuck you, Jay.” You whined out in protest, once again trying to fight his grip on your hips to fuck yourself against him. 

He viciously dug his fingers into the fat of your hips, causing a sharp sound from your throat at the beautiful pain. 

He leaned down and pressed his lips to the back of your neck, and growled out his next words in a low tone that dragged through your insides in the exact spot where his cock should have been. 

“Come on.” He urged you on. “Fucking. Beg.” 

That was when you broke. 

At least you hadn’t given in too easily. 

“Please,” You whined out breathlessly. “Please, fuck me! Fuck me, Jason! I need it.” 

“What else?” Jason asked expectantly. 

You could have killed him. But when your desperate cunt unconsciously clenched down on the fat head of his cock and you felt yourself growing only more hot and needy, you knew that there was only one thing to do. 

“I’m sorry, Jay, I should have - I should have just asked nicely in the first place. I do need it. I need your big cock inside of me so badly.” You poured it on thick, emphasizing the last words in the most pornographic voice you could muster, hoping that he was running low on self control as well. 

And he was. So he was very satisfied with this. He grinned into your skin, leaving a surprisingly tender kiss on the back of your neck before he mumbled out ‘good girl’ - something that made you moan out sharply. 

You let out a sharp noise of disappointment when his cock popped out of you again. 

“I need a condom.” He told you, giving you a reassuring pat on the ass. “As much as I’d love to cum inside you, we do have an agreement.” 

You weren’t sure which was hotter - his sex-thick voice admitting that he shared one of your deepest fantasies, or the fact that he was caring so deeply for you, making sure that he protected you with a condom even when you were in that floating headspace and willing to let him do just about anything do your body. 

Your mind was swimming contemplating it, and next thing you knew it, he had the condom on successfully. He then slammed his cock inside of you in one firm, smooth movement. Any thoughts were easily pounded out of your head by the practiced movement of his hips.

“Better now?” Jason grunted into your ear. 

You could practically feel his smugness radiating through his cock, spearing into you. 

But you were now alight with intense pleasure, warm satisfaction rolling through you - so you couldn’t bring yourself to truly care about how smug he was. Every bit of cockiness he had, he did back it up with a pretty big dick that he knew how to use well. Not that you would ever say those words aloud to him. Not even on your deathbed. 

“Just shut up and fuck me.” You ordered, though it was breathless and had no bite. 

“As you wish, babe.” He replied, and then doubled down - his hips fucking into you with an intense fury. 

You moaned like a whore at this, finally feeling that dizzying fullness that you had been craving since he had snuck his touch into your shorts. Jason drank up your sounds and easily wanted more - more of your perfect pussy squeezing around his cock, more of that wetness coating his inner thighs, more of that filthy wet smacking as he fucked into you. 

He leaned down, draping his body fully over yours once again, creating a pleasantly smothering weight on top of you as you laid on your stomach on the bed with your face nearly drowned in the pillow. He slowed the pace of his hips to a dangerous torture of a grind, fucking you so deeply now that you were sure you could feel him coming up inside of your throat. You let out a wounded noise, and he hushed you gently. 

“Shh, babe, I’ve got you.” He whispered into your ear. “Gonna make you feel so good.” 

He moved one of his hands from your hip and shoved it between your body and the bed, and once again he was cupping your mound fully in his hand - but this time there was no fabric barrier, and he was settled deep inside of you. It was filling your whole body with lava, turning every place he touched you to boiling ash. You were sure that you would have dissolved into nothingness if not for the anchor of your cunt hanging onto his cock, keeping you grounded in reality with that slight nip of pain as your muscles clenched onto him. 

“Now say thank you.” He told you, his voice so gruff in your ear, so thick with desire that it made you dizzy. “Thank me for giving you my cock.” 

He used two precise fingers to rub circles on your neglected clit, immediately sending shockwaves through your body that made your muscles jump and jolt. 

You gulped for air and struggled to move your face out of the fabric of the pillow, and Jason saw this. He moved his other hand and slid it under your cheek, gripping under your jaw to fully lift you up. 

He stilled his hips completely once again, causing a pained sound to emanate from your lungs as you clamped down on his cock deep inside of you while he continued to relentlessly work over your tender clit. He gave you a couple of seconds to catch your breath. But you were so cock dumb that you had to be reminded of the goal. 

“Come on, baby.” He encouraged you, pressing his lips to your cheek that he wasn’t holding onto. “Say ‘thank you’.” 

“Thank you.” You easily repeated back, now completely pliant to his desires. “Thank you for-for your cock.” 

“Good girl.” Jason praised you once again. 

Then he began fucking into you once more - it only took a few careful thrusts of his hips and the talent of his fingers on your clit to finally bring your orgasm to life. He shoved his tongue into your mouth as you screamed through it, imitating some sloppy version of a kiss while you flailed and creamed on his cock, your body becoming truly boneless and tired as the orgasm rocked you. 

When it was finished, he was still throbbing hard inside of you, and you let out a whine of disappointment. You were absolutely dead tired now, and you couldn’t even think of how much energy it would take to finish him off. Mister ‘Twice In A Sunday’ could last quite a long time, and that didn’t exactly work for you in that moment. 

“You can go to sleep now, babe.” He whispered into your ear. “I’ll clean you up when I’m done.” 

He began thrusting into you once more, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift closed. 

It ended up being a good night for both of you.

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hello there! before i begin, allow me to express how much i love your work! i've only recently come across the KoH fandom, and your writing has kept me, say, well provided for with all the reader x king baldwin fics and headcanons HEHE. so yes, thank you for the work that you do. <3333 as for my request, it was inspired by a song (the dream academy's version of "please, please, please let me get what i want", with the original by the smiths). i was thinking that it's mainly from king baldwin's perspective, wherein he's already in acceptance of his fate due to his leprosy. so that consumes most of his thoughts, only driven by his responsibility as king to keep moving. but he's not actually living, if you catch my drift. like, he has this "if death takes me now, i'll let it" sort of mentality. but then he meets reader (i'll leave as to how they met and eventually got closer up to you ^^) and his entire world changes drastically. met with this sudden change (and the newfound will to live) which begins to conflict with his time quickly running up, he prays fervently one night, begging that he will be given a second chance, to be able to spend the rest of his life with reader (hence, the song ^^). i was thinking that this is primarily angst, but if fluff will be added to it, that would be a wonderful addition too ^^

i hope this was comprehensible enough. again, thank you so much! i'd love to see how you'll interpret this in your writing! i simply can't wait ><

♧ Please Let Me Get What I Want - King Baldwin x Reader ♧

♧ Angst ♧

A/N: Hello Sheedle!! Thank you so much for this beautiful request, along with your constant love and support. Your words really mean the world to me 🫶. I hope this is what you had in mind for the fic! As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figures. Enjoy!

PS: THE IMAGE I USED FOR THIS FIC IS MF PERFECT CAN WE APPRICIATE THAT FOR A MINNUTE

TW: Leprosy

As the sun began to peak above the horizon line in the distance, the streets came alive, signifying a new day in Jerusalem.

The sunlight crept across the stone floor of the royal chambers until it reached the large, plush bed where the king of Jerusalem slept soundly. Baldwin’s eyes blinked open at the feeling of warmth on his face.

For just a moment, he was at peace. His body didn't hurt and he felt no pain. But this moment did not last long as the dull ache began to spread around his body once again.

Baldwin groaned and turned over onto his back as he came awake slowly. He stared blankly up at the ceiling. The same ceiling he had stared at so many times before.

Sleep was the only escape now. The only time he didn't feel weak or tired was when he lay in bed after a long day, finally getting some time to himself.

But in actual fact, he didn't want time to himself. What Baldwin wanted more than anything was a wife. But not just a wife, a companion.

He often thought about this and had come to the conclusion that it would never happen. No woman in the kingdom would agree to marry a leper. Certainly not any sane woman at least.

Someone who he could share his deepest, innermost thoughts with.

Someone who could show him love.

Someone who he could love in return.

As he lay in bed once again awaiting the arrival of the physicians to clean his wounds, Baldwin let this thought consume him once again.

He often pretended he had a wife. Not obviously though, just subtle little things that gave the illusion of a woman's comfort.

Baldwin turned his head to the pile of pillows that lay on the other side of his double bed and sighed. Every night, he would stack the decorative pillows that adorned his bed for aesthetic purposes beside him and lay on his side, just right so it felt like somebody was holding him.

If he closed his eyes and imagined hard enough, he could pretend to feel the warmth of another right next to him. 

At this point, Baldwin awaited death and when it came he would welcome it with open arms. It wasn't just the illness that plagued him, but terrible loneliness as well.

He felt as if the last few years of his life were nothing more than wasted potential and with so much time alone to think, he couldn't escape these thoughts. As the physicians filed into the room and began to work gently on his frail body, the thoughts remained.

It wasn't until Baldwin was informed about the arrival of princess y/n and her family that the horrible thoughts of death left his mind. His interest sparked at the mention of her name and the name of her father, who had gone down in history for winning many battles in his youth.

Their family would be staying at the castle as they searched for a husband for the young princess y/n. She was the same age as Baldwin and was known for her gentle kindness and beauty.

That was all he knew of her.

Deep down in his heart, the young king secretly wished that he would be the one to marry her. But he knew that was simply impossible.

Possible technically, yes. But would she want to? Absolutely not. In his mind at least. 

And when he layed eyes on her for the first time, it was clear he never had a chance. She wasn't just beautiful, she was a work of art. Truly stunning in every possible way.

Her hair, her eyes, her lips. She was perfect, she was gorgeous, and she was… staring right at him? With a small smile and rosy cheeks.

Her bright eyes twinkled in the sun when she looked his way, causing him to blush behind the mask. He simply couldn't tear his gaze away from her and it seemed that she couldn't do the same.

After dinner, Baldwin was just leaving the physicians quarters to retire to his chambers for the night when he was startled by y/n standing right behind a corner.

Noticing him jump, y/n chuckled. “I'm so sorry your majesty, it's only me” she said, her voice soothing as she placed a delicate hand on his arm.

The touch made Baldwin’s heart race even faster than it already was.

“Oh it-it's quite alright princess. I'm just a little on edge is all. Long day” he tried desperately to steady his heart, especially when she blinked slowly and looked into his eyes with what appeared to be adoration. But it couldn't be, right?

The two got to talking as Baldwin offered to escort her to her chambers for the night which she gladly took him up on the offer.

They spoke of her marriage and how she hoped to finally find a husband as she had been so lonely. In turn, Baldwin spoke of his own misfortune in finding a partner.

“I don't know why no one has asked to marry you princess. You're wonderful” Baldwin told her as they reached her door. Y/n chuckled, blush spreading across her cheeks.

“You're too kind my lord. I could say the same about you, you know. I mean, look at you! You're a beautiful young man” she said, her voice gentle and kind.

Baldwin felt surreal.

Nobody had ever said something like that to him before. Not since the disease had ravished his body at least.

Sensing his bashfulness, y/n smiled and placed a hand on his masked cheek.

“You need not be so hard on yourself Baldwin. From what I have heard, you are a strong leader and a brave one too. My father holds much respect for you and I do too. But after this interaction, I hold much more than respect for you and I hope we can speak more tomorrow” the princess said with a smile.

Baldwin took her hand in his, holding it to his chest.

“I would love that more than you will ever know, princess”.

The two said their goodnights and retired to their chambers, each with a warm feeling of anticipation for what the next day would bring.

But the young king couldn't sleep. His mind was flooded with different scenarios.

Maybe she did want to marry him? But if she did, their marriage would be short and surely childless. Wouldn't that put her off being wed to him if she were to spend half of her life as a widow?

That night Baldwin prayed and prayed to God on his knees for a second chance. For a second chance at life, to be wed to y/n, to live a normal life with her.

He begged until he couldn't think anymore. Staggering over to his bed, Baldwin fell into a deep sleep. Morning came in no time.

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The following morning, Baldwin awoke as usual. But something was different.

He felt happy, he felt excited and looked forward to the day ahead.

He got out of his bed on his own and dressed himself before the physicians arrived, who were shocked to see him so mobile without immense pain so early in the day.

Y/n was much the same.

Since first laying eyes on the young king, her heart belonged to him. Before seeing Baldwin for the first time, the idea of marriage disgusted her. She didn't want to end up like her friends, forced into a relationship with a man far older than her who controlled her every move.

But after seeing and speaking to him, the idea of marriage seemed amazing. He was so kind and sweet but he seemed so sad.

She wanted more than anything to be the one who would make him happy. She knew of his leprosy as many did but that didn't bother her in the slightest. All she saw was a kind and gentle soul in need of love.

When y/n arrived at Baldwin’s chambers, he was overjoyed to see her. They spent the entire day together, talking and laughing, walking around the courtyard and playing chess. 

By evening, neither wanted the day to end. Neither wanted to leave each other's side at all for that matter.

But one good thing happened that evening and that was Baldwin requesting her hand in marriage (with the blessing of her father of course). Y/n grinned with delight and accepted without hesitation.

As the two spoke together on the couch in Baldwin’s chambers, the sun sank below the horizon leaving the kingdom in peaceful darkness.

Baldwin had removed his mask, revealing his bandaged face to her.

Much to his delight, y/n did nothing but compliment him and stare lovingly into his eyes for the whole evening.

As time went on, the young king felt himself growing more and more tired. His eyes struggled to remain open, but he didn't want his soon to be wife to leave.

He wanted her by his side, forever.

Y/n noticed this and smiled at the sleepy expression he wore while she spoke.

“You should get some rest, your highness” she said softly, placing a hand on his thigh.

“But I don't want you to leave,” he replied, his voice suddenly small. Her heart broke for him. So many years feeling alone and unlovable.

Y/n thought for a moment, “I have an idea!” she spoke after a second.

Baldwin looked up at her with curiosity.

“Why don't you get into bed and I will hold you until you fall asleep, then I will leave. Then we have no risk of being accused of adultery!”

A large grin spread across Baldwin's face, it was the cutest thing she had ever seen. “That would be perfect!” he exclaimed.

Baldwin got changed and climbed into bed, laying down on his usual side of the bed. But this time, he tossed the decorative pillows to the floor.

Y/n climbed into the bed beside him, “just get comfortable and I will hold you” she told him, her voice filled with love.

Baldwin nodded and turned on his side away from her, snuggling into the covers with a smile. Y/n waited a moment, then wrapped her arms around him from behind, pulling him closer so his back was pressed against her chest and her head was resting slightly above his, his blonde curls tickled her nose making her giggle with happiness.

“This is everything I have ever wanted,” the young king whispered, his voice gentle and sleepy.

“Likewise, my love. Just rest now, I will just be in my chambers when you wake” y/n replied, pressing a kiss to the back of his head.

Baldwin nodded and yawned, burying himself further into her arms. The young king was fast asleep in no time, lulled into rest by her warmth.

The single sound of a soft snore broke the silence. The quiet sound of rest told the princess that it was time to leave. As much as she didnt want to, she had to.

Unwrapping her arms carefully so as to not wake him, y/n stood and went to leave. But she couldn't, not yet.

Walking over to Baldwin’s side of the bed, she smiled down at his sleeping form.

Y/n bent down and kissed his forehead lightly.

“I can't wait until every night can be like this my darling. Rest well” she whispered before turning to leave.

Retreating into the night with anticipation for what the next day would bring.

[tomatoswup]

"Can I get a-"

summary: Hi! Welcome to McDonald's! How may I take your order?

warnings/tags: crack!fic, legit just a crack fic, or aCTUALLY A CRACK!DRABBLE☝️☝️ mcdonalds propaganda, big breakfast and hash brown advocation, poor vash trying to work on a normal day, knives fist fighting a customer waffle house style, reader just wants their breakfast ;(

A/N: ....do i have to explain why i wrote this.....i found the whole mcdonalds au one of the funniest things the fandom could've come up with...it wasn't just a need it was a NECESSITY :D

"Order number 32!"

Ah yes, McDonalds at 7 in the morning, the beeps of the orders coming in, the beeping of the machines, and the bustling talking of the customers either sitting and eating or waiting for their orders.

McDonalds was a true staple of cryptic shopping for hunger.

But you could never get enough of their big breakfast and hashbrowns. And like a zombie, sometimes you found yourself in line some mornings before work.

But this morning seemed a bit...off.

"YOU'RE BURNING THE THE FUCKING HASHBROWNS WOLFWOOD!"

"NO I'M NOT!"

You couldn't help but watch a pancake fly in the air as you made your way to the counter. There, you were met with a kind faced worker, a cute one too! Peeking at his name plate that read "Vash", you gave him a soft smile, still feeling a bit tired.

"Hi! How can I help you?" He asked, returning the smile, the McDonalds hat on his head pushing down the tufts of blonde spikes of his, peeking under the hat.

But why was he wearing glasses? It was practically still dark outside...

"Hi, can I get a-"

"EXCUSE ME! WHY DID I NOT GET ANY LARGE FRIES!" Turning your attention to one of the customers right by you, both Vash and you jumped at the sudden slam of a receipt onto the counter to one of the other workers behind it.

A more pale, blonde man stood there, giving the rude customer one of the most stankiest faces you never thought some one could ever give.

If looks could kill, this man definitely could. He looked like he was about to jump over the counter and pounce on the man with the energy he was giving out.

Waffle House style.

"Err, sorry 'bout that.."Vash sweatdropped before looking back at you "What did you want to order?"

"Can I get uh-"

"JESUS FUCK MERYL DO YOU KNOW HOW TO FLIP A SAUSAGE?"

"WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME!? I'VE BEEN WORKING HERE FOR 2 YEARS! YOU'RE THE NEW ONE!"

You took a step back when suddenly, you saw a flash of yellow flying towards the both of you.

WAS THAT AN EGG??

Oh fuc- "FUCK!" You shouted as you ducked, wait did you say duck? Or did you say fuck?

Looking back up, you saw pieces of egg hanging off the back of Vash's head as you put a hand over your mouth.

Oh noo...

"I'm so sorry-"

You got back up on your feet and leaned over to brush off the egg pieces from the back of Vash's head.

"And I thought today was gonna be a normal morning..." Vash exhaustingly sighed.

Suddenly, you heard a scuffle behind you, chairs moving and things toppling over.

What was going on!

Turning around, you watched as Nai fist fought the customer, chairs flying everywhere as Nai tackled the man into a table.

"HEY HEY KNIVES IS FIGHTING!!" You heard someone scream from the back before the influx of McDonalds workers came running from behind the counter, jumping over or going through the door entrance to aid him.

"GET HIS ASS KNIVES!"

"GET HIM OFF!"

"Oh we're getting sued..."

You couldn't help but just watch on, mouth agape at what just happened in the matter of 1 hour, before looking back at Vash, who kept his place behind the register, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment.

"I'm so so sorry...Honestly, I can give you a free apple pie because of all this..." He apologized, shoulders drooping down.

"Oh um, it's okay, really." You couldn't help but chuckle "Rough morning huh?"

Maybe you should come back another day.

...At least the cashier was cute..

[capnmachete]

Augusnippets 2024 Path of Comfort Day 23: massage/wiping away tears/gentle touch

Old Testament, Part 2: Horse Liniment and Idle Speculation Fandom: Peaky Blinders Characters: Tommy Shelby, Alfie Solomons CW: references to NSFW, profanity, general assholery, M/M, an exchange of what -- for these two stubborn mamzers -- amounts to a declaration of undying love Takes place a week after the events of Old Testament, Part 1. Alfie, predictably, is still achy and bruised and out of sorts. Tommy provides a little TLC. Also here on AO3

OLD TESTAMENT Ch. 2 Horse Liniment and Idle Speculation Tommy eases a leg over Alfie, straddling the big Jew’s thick thighs.  Alfie winces and mutters an unintelligible curse, Tommy's slight weight jarring the still-sore muscles of his lower back.

The rear view is something Tommy never tires of, even now. Alfie’s broad, muscular back is speckled with scars, and decorated with an enormous, vivid tattoo that spans the width of his shoulders – something elaborate and vaguely savage-looking.  A souvenir, according to Alfie, of the seagoing days of his youth.  Merchant navy, he’d told Tommy.  Rite of passage.

Tommy has no idea whether the story is true, or whether Alfie has ever actually set foot on a boat. Alfie says a lot of things, with varying levels of veracity.  Doesn't matter, really. However the tattoo happened, it's fascinating to look at, the thick muscles bunching and tensing under the elaborate swirls of ink. 

All the ink had been a great surprise, the first time Alfie and Tommy had grappled and snogged themselves into a snarling, desperate mess, and torn each other’s kit off.  “Thought your people’s God forbids that sort of thing,” Tommy had remarked afterwards, sweaty and spent, before Alfie pulled his shirt back on.

“Forbids a lot of things, don’t he?” Alfie had rasped agreeably, glancing back over his shoulder to where Tommy lay.  “Man’s gotta exercise his own judgment now and again, yeah?  Decide for himself what’s worth getting smited for and what ain’t.”

The beltmarks that now stripe Alfie's back are healing nicely. Daily applications of horse liniment -- Tommy's favorite cure-all -- gently smoothed on and rubbed in, have gone a long way towards healing both Alfie's foul and indignant mood and the actual bruises. The raised welts are mostly gone now, as is the worst of the bruising, faded now from a vivid purple to a sallow, yellowish hue.

Yellower yet, after Tommy smooths on a handful of the sharp-smelling horse liniment, itself tinted a rather vile yellow. Tommy pours a small amount from the bottle into his cupped hand, and warms it between his palms, before spreading it onto the partly-healed marks.

“Ah – chap nit, you little menace,” Alfie yelps, then hisses through his teeth as the liniment stings a few still-raw spots.  “Treat your horse like a man, and your man like a horse," he grouses, settling again, frowning.  "Typical.”

Tommy cannot disagree, not entirely. It's true -- he does pamper Sheitan, his spirited black stallion. It's what any Romany man worth his salt does; horses are treasured, sacred. Still… “Pot and kettle, Alfie,” Tommy says said mildly, stifling a smile, stroking his hands over Alfie's broad upper back, smoothing in the last of the liniment, before moving on to massage the sore muscles a little lower.  “I can only hope one day you'll treat me as well as you treat Cyril.”

“ ‘s a lovely dream, that is, treacle, but don’t hold your breath, right?”  Alfie rasps with a half smile, glancing back over his own shoulder. And then sucked in a breath, stifling a curse, as Thomas’ knuckles dig into a tender spot – applying a little extra elbow grease to work a knot out.  Alfie blinks back over his shoulder, eyes narrowed and brow lowered. “Fucking hell, ziskeit, if you’re after killing me, just shoot me already and have done with it.  Quicker and less painful.”

“Not anywhere near as satisfying, though,” Tommy reflects, digging in. He smiles to himself as Alfie grumbles, face buried in his folded arms again.  “My horse doesn’t complain near as much as you do; perhaps that’s the reason I'm gentler with him.” Alfie gives him a halfhearted glare, but can't muster up much indignation, too relaxed, soothed into a near-doze by the pleasant weight perched on his thighs and the lovely attention of Tommy's hands, which have finally worked the kinks out of his strained muscles. "Thomas?" he mumbles, stifling a yawn. "Mm?" Tommy, only half-listening, traces the deep furrow that runs down the center of Alfie's back, fingers brushing the near-invisible ginger-gold down that frosts the warm, battered, inked skin. "Maybe I won't kill you after all, yeah?" Alfie muses sleepily. "Suspect -- and this is just idle fuckin' speculation, mind you, so don't go getting bigheaded about it -- suspect maybe I've grown a bit fond of you. You're still fuckin' impossible, and a pain in the backside, but -- " He shrugs, one shoulder rising and dropping lazily. "Glad to hear you've reconsidered. And thank you. I think." Tommy smiles to himself. It's one of those peculiarly-Tommy smiles that only show in the eyes -- something Alfie has in fact grown rather fond of. He clambers down, heading downstairs to wash the horse liniment off his hands and have a smoke. "And likewise," he calls back over his shoulder, after a brief moment of consideration. Although Alfie -- already asleep -- doesn't hear it. ___ mamzer: bastard chap nit: take it easy/ease up Sheitan: Romany for "Satan" ziskeit: sweetie

[yumedoca]

Why did Lum love Ataru in the first place and how her love grew into the real thing as time went on? - An Analysis 🧐 (Long Post)

Hai there, hope you’re having a great day! Today on ‘Yuca Analyzes Silly Things (For No Reason)’,  we’ll be talking about the question that is the most asked in UY, both in universe and the fandom as well. “Why did Lum love Ataru in the first place and what made it into the real thing?” Note: All of the facts and evidence and such are taken from the manga because: a) it’s the canon source, b) the og anime changes a lot in relation to character to the point it isn’t consistent and c) the remake is an adaptation of selected chapters from the manga, as in it’s not the complete story. Also most of this analysis are just theories put together using canonical facts, as in what I say is speculation and not 100% confirmed (considering the manga ended like 3 decades ago, we’ll probably never get a confirmation).

With all of that aside, let’s begin!

First, We’ll divide the analysis into parts to make it easier to understand and explain:

Marriage Proposal

Evading First Love

The Beginning of True Love

The Eventual Reason

Conclusion

Marriage Proposal Lum’s first impression of Ataru wasn’t all that big, he was a human who she was supposed to play tag with but she looked down on him because she can fly and was sure that he wouldn’t be able catch her. Cue ‘Day 8’, In an attempt to catch Lum so he could grab her horns, he accidentally groped her breast and when Lum slapped him in anger, he fell down but since he was holding onto her tightly, her bra came off (as in the bra coming off was not Ataru’s fault, it was actually Lum’s which happened due to circumstances).

Later on she goes to visit him and tries to get it back, but since Ataru believes that things were finally going his way, refuses. This causes Lum to get mad it him and spite him, so the question is why would she accept his ‘marriage proposal’ later on? It took time to figure out an answer to this but I was finally able to put together an answer which makes sense: Revenge, as in for the trouble he put her through by refusing to give back her bra and flashing her to the neighborhood, she ruins the relationship between him and his girlfriend. Pretty bitchy behavior? yes, but it fits Lum’s character back then.

Look at her evil little grin…

Sure, there’s also the alternative that she just gave up to him and agreed thinking he actually wanted to marry her, but it doesn’t fit Lum’s character to give up to someone who she was frustrated with a couple seconds ago, it just doesn’t make sense story wise, which is why I’ll disregard it. Moving on, since Lum isn’t there and that Ataru and Shinobu’s relationship has been mended in the next chapter, we can think that the misunderstanding was resolved sometime between chapter 1 and 2… But Lum appears once again in chapter 3 and announces that she’ll be living with Ataru (as a part of a deal obviously) and even breaks out a tantrum when he refuses, so you may ask, why did she come back to him if her revenge idea was already resolved beforehand and why is she so eager and stubborn to be with him? The answer for that is simple and it is all because of…

Yup, him.

Evading First Love For now we’re going back to Lum’s past, back when she dated and broke up with Rei and theorize the aftermath of that. In the chapter(s, since it’s a two parter) ‘Heartbreak Crossin’’, we are shown a flashback to when Lum and Rei broke up:

We can’t really tell how old they are since it was never stated, but considering that Lum’s drawn a bit shorter and smaller (and her outfit), we can guess that this happened a few years back. Now every time Rei appears, he is seen going after Lum (that or eating) and since it’s because he wants to get back with her we can assume this started when they broke up. This means that Rei’s been, well, stalking Lum for a couple years and she’s clearly getting tired of it. I also have to mention the fact there seems to be no high school in space since Benten just hangs and rides around on her bike and Oyuki is her planet’s ruler (Lum and Ran go to school because they’re on Earth). It seems as if Junior High is where their education ends and then they do what they want or what their supposed to do and since we see that Lum was with her dad in the first chapter invading, it is likely that after graduation she decided to become an invader with her dad, but then she retired cuz she got ‘married’. She probably made the decision to work with her dad so she doesn’t want Rei to come after her anymore, however invading planets take a couple of days (10 days) and she’ll be back on her planet again and will have to put up with Rei all over again. And during one of the invasions is when she played with Ataru and answered his proposal, and like I said earlier she went back home later on. I think, after she went home, she realized that a permanent way to end the Rei issue is to get a boyfriend, and stay on another planet so he won’t be able to bother her all the time and then she remembered Ataru and that it how she eventually lives with him now.

The Beginning of True Love From there on, Lum stayed with Ataru so she could be free of Rei, if we believe this to be the actual reason then Rei’s introductory chapter makes a lot of sense. She kept trying to provide assistance to Ataru (except it hilariously backfires most of the time and causes him trouble instead) so he would accept her and tries to rid of Shinobu (and other woman) so she would have more chances with him. But eventually, in the chapter ‘How I’ve Waited For You’, Lum contemplates when she was faced with the question on whether she truly loves Ataru or not, and we her finally have her admit that she really does love her darling after all.

Now, we have to note that Ataru hasn’t shown his more positive side at all, by this point. So, why this feeling of love? Two reasons: a) It’s because she enjoys being with him. Since, Ataru is very unlucky, he tends to naturally attract all sorts of weirdness towards him causing him to end up in strange situations and we all know that weird means fun and Lum is someone who actively enjoys taking part in fun, rather than just sitting around and watching (That’s what Ran does when she’s on dates with Rei, isn’t it?). And of course, b) Overtime, she’s grown to care for him. Lum has bonded with Ataru through their experiences and since she lives with him she spends a lot of time with him. ‘The more time you spend with someone,the closer you get to them’, this isn’t a theory, it’s fact and I’m pretty sure you yourself can confirm it. Of course, by the end of the chapter, Lum got a hint that Ataru has started to accept her as well. And because of various instances such as ‘Since Your Parting’, ‘Deranged Marriage’, ‘Valentine’s Disillusion’, etc. where Ataru shows his affection has caused her own affections to grow cuz ‘If you learn that someone loves you more than you think they do, Your love for them grows as well’ (another basic fact!).

The Eventual Reason So as time went on, not only has Lum begun to see that Ataru does care for her, but she’s also seen his softer and nicer sides: The side which cries because she’s gone, The side of him which keeps a diary (“It takes a sensitive guy to keep a diary!”), The side of him which fights his entire class to protect a little caterpillar, the side of him which goes on a date with a girl to cure her of a curse, etc. and the more of those sides she sees, the more she’s in love. The final page from the chapter ‘Last Date’ is enough to see that Lum really loves and admires the man beneath all those flaws…

…More specifically, this panel of silent love:

Conclusion In the end Lum’s reasons for loving Ataru has changed overtime: At first it was an act of spite, then it was to escape her ex, then it was because she’s bonded with him and because she enjoys his presence and finally it’s because she loves the Darling underneath the mask… It’s nice to see love grow from something so fake to something so real and the writing really helps, so big props to Takahashi- sensei. Thanks for taking time to read this analysis and I hope I was able to make things clear about Lum. I love her and she’s probably my favorite female character of all time so hopefully this post does justice to her. I also apologize if I’ve overlooked anything or made any mistakes. If you have any doubts or questions about this analysis feel free to send an ask and if you want me to do an analysis about other characters, feel free to send an ask for that as well. I have previously done an analysis on Ataru’s love for Lum and how that grew overtime, so please check it out if you haven’t. It’s a lot smaller (since it’s not as complicated as this one) and isn’t as detailed (it doesn’t use images either), but it still conveys the point otherwise. I have also done two other analysis, one on Lum’s character and other one on Ataru’s character, so check those out if you haven’t as well. And finally, likes are appreciated and reblogs are even more appreciated (seriously, please reblog this so more people can see this post, I’m usually not this kind of person, but I spent a lot of time on this so I want it to feel worth it, ok?). Hope you have a great day ahead.

[theleatherdragon]

Sorry for the ramblin

Welp, I guess it's time for another dumb journal from me. I've been really dealing with a lot of things and changes these last couple years and I think I'm finally starting to realize my life is shifting.

It's hard to like, I dunno, but when you've been online for 20 years it's kind of wild. For me, I guess it felt like I had to keep doing the same things and the same ideas and be the same person, but that's impossible.

My brain cannot words right now lmao

Anyhoot, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I really need to just change and not be scared to change. The things I did 10 years ago, I don't have to keep forcing myself to do them just to appease others. I've let my art suffer so much trying to do what I think people want me to do between raffles and fanart and all sorts of things, challenges, etc.

This past month has been the worst month of my entire life, I literally thought I was gonna die a couple times because of how my body reacted to medicines and stuff. Still don't know what's wrong with me, thyroid stuff, but I think it really kick started my mind into looking back at things.

Like, why did I miss out on so many things because I tried to do projects I had no time for? Then, when I didn't do them in the time I wanted, I guilt tripped myself over and over and put on even more new projects in hopes that I'd do those instead.

I am rambling lmao I don't even care though. I guess I just want to get it all out there, to whoever, why you're reading this who knows. Life is funny that way, ain't it?

But yeah, I just need to start actually letting go of things and move on to new things. I'm tired of trying to pretend I'm into the Skylanders fandom this much. Like, I love the charaters and I love the memories, but this current state of the fandom is so toxic and it really shows. I don't want to be so involved anymore. I'm tired of running my AskSkylandersCynder blog, if you can even call it running anymore. I made that thing 10 years ago and the last 4 years I just don't have any interest, even though I force myself to. It really was the best thing I did at that time but I just need to let it be.

All those challenges and Inktobers and other things, I tried to force myself to do those for other people, not for myself. I just need to stop doing this man, I miss just drawing just because. I guess from the constant moving around in life and being around terrible people irl made me want to hold on to the ideas that I'm helping others online with my art when it probably didn't even do anything.

I'm just tired. And I'm done being tired, I dunno what this second wind is that I got this month but I'm not gonna lose it this time.

I'm still into all my fandoms and stuff of course, and I'm still going to make art for other people. Don't even get my started on Art Fight lmao you better believe I'm aiming for 100 pictures this year. But I'm done forcing myself to feel like I HAVE to do these things. No more to do lists, no more holding onto old projects, no more trying to keep up with things that should have just ended by now.

I just wanna live my life man, I just wanna draw. I never cared about the numbers, hell I've had pageviews and stats adblocked for years now, I really don't care about those. What I care about is making people happy by drawing their characters and drawing their favorite characters. I don't want to be famous, I don't wanna be tied down, I just wanna draw. And I wanna see your art too. I love all the characters and concepts and just ugh I love it, I don't know why.

I wanna be what I wanna be.

I'm definitely done rambling now. Usually I feel bad about it but I just don't care anymore. I'm gonna go work on art now lmao I hope you guys are all doing awesome, and maybe you can figure out life too. Edit: I had some more thinking after posting this while cleaning the house. I also realized that this mindset I put on myself is what made me get so distant from people too. I got too overwhelmed at trying to keep up with so many things that it made me essentially start time travelling where I didn't even consider things existed until they were in front of my face. I've lost touch with so many people out of shame between not remembering and going "tomorrow, for sure." I want to change that too. I shouldn't have let a few bad people ruin everything for me. I got scared of commenting on art because of a few people that didn't deserve my time, lashing out at me for not saying what they wanted to hear. I also got scared of just not fitting in. I have so many compliments and things I wanted to tell people for years but I was just too scared to and I hate that. I'm going to start being more social again with that. I feel like that made me look stuck up or something, I dunno. I'm just so afraid of hurting people about anything when in reality I bet it doesn't even bother them at all. Like how messed up did I have to become that me giving someone a compliment terrifies me into thinking I might ruin their day lmao help

[everythingpresley]

Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 6

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Jessica Anderson is Elvis Presley's assistant and after months of working together, slowly something sparks between them. Friendship? Or is it more? [ Fem!Reader ]

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+), Slowburn

    ||     Word Count: 3,116

A/N: Please let me know what you guys think of this chapter! I'm really proud of it and would love to hear your feedback!

Masterlist

Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 6

We had one week before we were due to go on tour so I decided to go visit my parents and siblings. My parents constantly complained that I didn’t visit them enough and I really did miss them but sometimes I hated whenever I was there they had to bring up money and Ella’s tuition, asking me to let Elvis pay for her tuition instead saying he had the money, also saying that he has a lot of money that he doesn't need and that infuriated me. No one is entitled to talk about people’s earnings, Elvis worked very hard and continues to kill himself for his fans and his career.

I had to divert my career and plans to pay for my sister’s tuition, I had a plan of moving to New York when I saved up enough. I planned to start working in one of the big 4 auditing companies and work my way up to being a partner.

Working for Elvis allowed me to save almost my entire salary for Ella since I get the benefits of living rent free at Graceland and not having to pay for the necessities.

“I’m reapplying for a scholarship and now since my grades are way up, I’m hoping I’ll get it but I have to wait till the next semester.” Ella said, shuttling around the pasta in her plate as she sat opposite of me.

I smiled softly “That’s great Ella.” I shoveled pasta into my mouth “But please don’t put a lot of pressure on yourself just for the scholarship.” I know the anxiety that comes with grades and getting a certain GPA. I hated it. I even considered completing my masters but after I was done with my bachelors, I changed my mind.

“I know Jessie.” She grinned at me. I could tell she feels guilty.

“How’s Mr. Presley?” Jack asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Goood. Why?” I asked, looking at him suspiciously.

“Nothing.” Jack chuckled.

“Jaaack, what?” I asked, shoving him from where he sat next to me.

“No shoving each other at the dinner table!” Mom said.

“Nothing! It’s just I get this weird energy from you and him whenever I’ve seen you guys together.” Jack replied.

I furrowed my eyebrows “What weird energy?”

“Ignore your brother, he just wants to rile you up.” Dad replied.

Jack chose to shove me back, tipping my chair almost sending me flying to the floor if I didn’t grab onto the table.

“Asshole.” I mouthed to him. He stuck his tongue out at me and continued eating his dinner.

“Wow. I’m way mature than both of my older siblings.” Ella said with a huge grin on her face. Jack and I stuck our tongues out at her making her giggle.

Even though it had been a week since I left, I really missed Graceland and everyone. However, I was slightly dreading going on tour in three days. Those were the most hectic, tiring days and we never get to actually see the cities. Joe had picked me up from the airport, going through the gates of Graceland I spotted Elvis and a bunch of kids probably some of the Mafia’s kids on the golf cart.

“Jess! Look at this flower!” One of the girls, Sofia said running up to me.

I gasped and bent down to her height “Wow, that’s beautiful! Just like you.” I grinned at her “Do you want me to put it in your hair?” I asked her.

She nodded excitedly “And you can put this one in your hair so that we can be matching!” She jumped up and down. I laughed and took the flower from her hand to put it in my hair.

The cart zipped by us, driven by Elvis.

“Slow down!” I yelled. He loved scaring the kids and all of them were yelling happily.

“Jessica!” Elvis yelled back, slowing down and returning to where I was standing “You’re back! The Colonel was really aggravating me.”

I laughed because I knew the Colonel hated doing what I did, he didn’t like to get bossed around plus he knew I could get Elvis to finish his work. Like signing posters, going through his mail with him, making sure he makes his appointments etc. I was also in charge of booking everything such as hotel rooms and transportation.

“Good. So that you don’t take me for granted.” I grinned.

“Get in!” He nodded his head back.

“There’s no room. I have to go unpack anyway.”

“There’s plenty of room.” Elvis grinned mischievously. 

He had parked the cart so close that he was able to swoop his arm around my waist and tug me onto his lap.

I gasped “Elvis!”

Elvis laughed at my flustered face “Get comfortable doll.” He said and sped off. He placed his chin over my shoulder to be able to see. He was so close, my back was touching his chest and I could smell the woodsiness of his shampoo and scent. He smelt amazing. 

I was so uncomfortable, not knowing how to sit. I was scared to be too heavy on his lap, I kept shifting back and forth.

He released on of his hands from the steering wheel and wrapped his arm around my waist, tightening his arm. “Stop movin’ around doll, I’m about to crash the damn thing.” He whispered in my ear, his hot breath caused the hairs behind my neck to stand up. My cheeks flushed when I felt his bulge poke my ass.

I cleared my throat.

Elvis chose to speed over a little hump on the grass, making us all jerk up and land down hard. The kids all shouted as if they were on a roller coaster while Elvis groaned when I slammed down on him.

I laughed “You had that coming.”

“Evil.” He replied, parking up by the stairs that led to the house. I quickly jumped out of his lap, grabbing my suitcase that I abandoned by the stairs and rushed into the house.

Janice and I were supposed to hang out before we leave for tour. We decided to go line dancing and drinking at a honkytonk bar. I threw on a short, flowy sundress with an open back and red cowboy boots and a white cowboy hat. I was about to leave when the phone rang and a drowsy sounding Janice spoke letting me know that she wasn’t feeling well. She had a stomach bug and thought it would go away but it hadn’t. I offered to go over and see her to make sure she was okay but she didn’t want me to catch anything especially since I had to be on the road in a few days.

Instead of feeling down that I won’t get to see Janice for a while, I went outside to go see the horses and pretend that I’m actually a cowgirl. I leaned against the wooden fence, pouting slightly that I didn’t know how to ride a horse. I had my hat in my hands looking out at the horses trotting around.

I spotted Elvis walking out of the stables, he smiled once he noticed me “Well isn���t that the saddest little cowgirl I’ve ever seen.”

I smiled when he came and leaned on the fence next to me.

“What is this getup?” He asked.

“Janice and I were supposed to go line dancing but she’s sick.” I replied.

“Is that why you’re pouting?” He chuckled.

“That and also I wanna learn how to ride a horse.”

“Never picked you to be a horse girl. Miss California.”

“Oh if it were up to me I would be a cowgirl with my trusty steed and a cowboy husband.” I replied.

Elvis chuckled and shook his head.

The sun was setting and the sky was transformed into a warm orange tinge. I turned and looked at Elvis, he really was the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen and the orange sun illuminating his face made his blue eyes brighter and clearer. He felt me staring at him and turned to look at me, I didn’t bother looking away because I had already been caught. He smiled at me and poked my cheek, turning my face away from him. I did notice a slight flush to his cheeks. I grinned and went back to looking at the horses.

“I can take you.” He said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Where?”

“Line dancing.” He replied. His eyes strained on the horses, not turning to look at me.

“Really?” I asked excitedly.

He nodded and shrugged.

“One problem.” I pointed.

“What?”

“You’re forgetting who you are.”  He was Elvis Presley for crying out loud, there’s bound to be someone who will recognize him. And I honestly didn’t want to have to see my face plastered on magazines and newspapers.

“It’s fine. I’ll wear a disguise.”

“Like a fake mustache and glasses?” I chuckled.

“No.” He grumbled “I’ll change and then we can go.”

I stayed by the stables when I heard Elvis’ shoes shuffle on the sand. I turned and grinned when I saw him decked out in a black cowboy hat, black cowboy boots, a chunky belt, black jeans and a black jean jacket with a white button down shirt underneath. Fuck. He looked so hot in all black. He also had a red bandana wrapped around his neck as a little scarf.

“You need to lose the rings.” I pointed out when he got closer.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I’m not taking them off Jess. Let’s go.”

“You need to dress down and look like us peasants.”

“Fine.” He stepped forward, getting very close to my face “I got you this, to go with your red boots.” He said and pulled a red identical bandana that he had wrapped around his neck from his pockets.

“Lift your hair up.” He said.

I listened and wrapped up my hair, placing my hat that was in my hand on the ground. He reached over and wrapped the red bandana around my neck “There, we’re matching now.” He whispered, his hot breath hitting my cheeks. Then he bent down, picked up my cowboy hat from the ground and placed it on my head “We can live your fantasy of being a cowgirl with a handsome cowboy husband for the day.”

“I never said he was handsome.” I smiled softly at him because how cute was he being right now.

“I’m just filling in the blanks doll.” He grinned.

Taking Elvis’ old truck we headed to the bar, the sun nowhere to be seen and the moon shone brightly instead. Hopefully by now people were drunk and no one would recognize Elvis. This oddly felt like a date. Us being alone without the mafia around was very weird. Elvis placed a hand on the small of my back to lead me into the bar. I felt tingles shoot up my spine the moment his hand came in contact with my bare back and took a deep breath.

“They have a mechanical bull?” Elvis asked, dipping his head close to my ear.

I grinned and nodded. I loved getting on that bull, it was so much fun. The bar was huge, the bull was placed on the side and a big dance floor was in the middle. It was already jam packed with people, some were already on the dance floor and some were standing around watching people fall off the bull.

Heading to the bar to order drinks, we both chose to get beer.

“Hey man, has anyone ever told you that you look like Elvis Presley?” The bartender asked.

“Yes, he gets that all the time.” I said and threw an arm around Elvis’ shoulder “Isn’t that right honey?”

He turned towards me and grinned at the nickname “That’s right sweetie.”

“Jess?” A voice rang from behind us. Elvis and I both turned to find a guy with shaggy light brown hair.

“Colt?” I grinned. He grinned back at me and nodded.

“Hi!” I said and slipped my arm from Elvis to hug him.

“Janice not here with you today?” Colt asked after I pulled away from the hug.

“No, she’s not feeling well.”

“Who’s your friend baby?” Elvis asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, tugging me back to him.

“Oh this is Colt, he’s a regular here.” I said “Colt this is …. Aaron. Aaron, Colt.” I introduced.

“Hi I’m Jess’ boyfriend.” Elvis said causing my to start beating rapidly. Why did him saying he’s my boyfriend get me excited in a weird way?

Colt smiled “You look cute together.”

I smiled as I felt Elvis removed my hat, bend his head down and planted a soft kiss on the top of my head before placing my hat back on my head. Oh what is he doing to me right now. My cheeks and neck were on fire.

Should I tell Elvis that Colt was gay and that he was openly checking him out as we speak?

We got our drinks and headed over to the mechanical bull to watch people.

“Go on!” I nudged Elvis who shook his head no “Why?”

“I’ll go on if you go on.” He replied.

“Okay fine. I’ll go. Hold my beer.” I handed him my beer and got on.

I jumped on the bull, huffing slightly since I had to jump a few times to get on. I spotted Elvis laughing at my attempts to get on. I adjusted my dress, pulling it down but I knew I would flash everyone once I fall off. Thank god I decided to wear little biker shorts underneath.

“Let’s go Jess!” Elvis whooped from the side lines.

The operator started it slow at first but slowly he increased the speed. I held on tightly as he jerked the bull up and down.

Unbeknownst to Jess, seeing her riding the bull made Elvis’ jaw tighten and his cock twitch.

I laughed when I flew off the bull and landed on the inflatable ground. I got up and jumped off.

“You did great! You lasted longer than half the guys in here!” Elvis grinned.

Elvis went next, he looked really cute while focusing so hard on trying not to fall off but he ended up falling off pretty quickly.

“Again!” Elvis’ competitive side jumped out.

“Sorry man other people are waiting” The operator replied.

He grumbled and stomped off. I laughed at his child like behavior “Sore loser.”

“We’ll have a rematch later.” He replied taking his drink from my hand.

Shania Twain’s “Man! I feel like a woman” blasted through the speakers of the bar.

“I love this song!” I jumped up and down.

“You’re gonna spill everywhere!” Elvis pointed at my drink.

“Best thing about being a woman! Is the prerogative to have a little fun and!” I shout/sang, singing directly to Elvis, swaying and shaking my shoulders. He looked at me with a goofy smile on his face, sipping his drink while leaning on the table next to us.

“Cowboys and Cowgirls please line up on the dance floor!” The speaker announced.

I grinned placing my drink on the table, Elvis doing the same. I then grabbed his hand and pulled him to the dance floor.

“I don’t know how to do this!” Elvis yelled over the music. It was packed so we were stuck to each other’s sides.

“It’s okay, just keep your eyes on me. I’ll tell you what to do.” I replied.

“You’re actually good at this! How many times have you done this?”

“More times than I can count.” I laughed.

At one of the steps we had to move right but Elvis moved left, slamming into me and sending me to the ground but he quickly pulled my arm and straightened me out.

“I’m so sorry!” He laughed. I was also giggling along with him and shook my head.

I ended up drinking a little more but Elvis was driving so he didn’t drink along. We were both giggling and dancing to the music.

“I haven’t had this much fun in so long!” Elvis said over the music “I feel like a kid again.”

“I’m glad you’re having fun Elvis.”  I smiled softly, my heart aching for him. I know he loves being in the spotlight and he adores his fans but at the same time I knew he wanted a sense of normalcy in his life.

“My cowgirl.” Elvis grinned, opening the car door for me. I got an overwhelming feeling to just reach over and kiss him. Shaking off that feeling, I smiled and ducked into the car.

Getting out of the truck, Elvis threw an arm around my shoulders while I wrapped my arm around his waist. We were talking about when Elvis was a kid and how he loved listening to gospel music, I was learning a lot about his childhood during the drive from the bar to the house.

The house was very silent, we walked in and plopped down on the couch still talking about anything and everything. It was so easy talking to him.

“Thank you for taking me Elvis.” I smiled “I really, really had fun.”

He turned his face towards me and smiled back softly “You don’t have to thank me. I have to thank you, ‘cause I had so much fun.”

We stared at each other silently, his eyes drifting down to my lips. I wanted him to kiss me so bad this time.

“Are you drunk?” He asked, somewhat out of breath.

“What? No. Maybe a little tipsy but I’m not drunk.” I replied, really confused.

Was I acting drunk?

“Good.” He replied biting his lip and reached his hand, running his thumb over my lips “You have something on your lips.” He smirked faintly.

“What?” I asked. I held my breath, not knowing how to react.

“My lips.” He replied, crashing his lips onto mine.

My eyes widened, I was frozen on the couch. I was able to react quickly when he started to pull away. I place my hands on the lapels of his jacket and pulled him back, kissing him. He grinned against my lips and placed a hand on my waist, while the other cupped my cheek, drawing me closer to him, almost desperately.

Fuck. His lips were just as soft as I imagined. Holy hell. My chest was heaving. A small gasp escaped my lips when he bit my lower lip, allowing him access. His tongue was warm and persistent against mine.

Any common sense I had was out the window. This was wrong but it felt oh so good.

Months of burning intensity that has been building between us just exploded.

[fateinthestars]

Star-Crossed Myth Fluffbruary Fanfic May Catch Up (7th Feb Prompt): Glass Gift

Title: Glass Gift

Fandom: Star-Crossed Myth

Genre: Fluff

Rating: T

Pairing: Huedhaut/MC (MC’s name left blank so you can fill it in with whatever you wish in your head)

Word Count: 802

Written for Prompt:  February 7 : potatoes | blue | glass for @fluffbruary

A/N: Spoilers for Huedhaut's constellations of love special story.

February 7th: Glass Gift (Huedhaut/MC)

___ walked hand in hand with Huedhaut through the food market, slowing as she noticed some really fluffy baked potatoes absolutely piled up with cheese.

“Perhaps we ought to get some food here before moving onto our next destination,” Huedhaut muttered, his eyes glinting with amusement at her reaction. He smirked. “I wouldn’t want your alarm clock going off later when there is nothing we can do about it.”

“My alarm clock? Hue what are you…” ___ trailed off, flushing red as her stomach chose that exact point to rumble. 

Huedhaut beamed at her, before looking at her knowingly with sharp deep blue eyes. “Seems my premonition was right,” he teased her.

Sighing softly, but unsurprised at his reaction, ___ moved over to the food cart and bought herself one of the jacket potatoes. “Do you want one, Hue?”

“No thank you, I shall leave that amount of dairy to Teorus.”

___ couldn’t help but smile a little at that. 

“So where exactly is our next destination?” ___ enquired between bites of her potato.

Huedhaut smiled softly at her. “Finish your food and then I will show you.”

___ frowned, a little puzzled at the other not even giving her a hint. She glanced around at what was up ahead.

“You will not be able to see it from here, we are not even in the right realm currently.”

Her eyes widened at that. “You mean… somewhere in the Heavens? But then why come to this food court at all? You’ve barely eaten anything!”

“No, but you have,” Huedhaut teased. “Besides, what I wish to show you would not have been ready earlier.”

Finishing her food a few minutes later, Huedhaut wrapped an arm around ___ before snapping his fingers.

When they both arrived in the Heavens, the first thing that ___ noticed was a giant crystal sculpture of a heart. Before she could ask Huedhaut what exactly it was about, the sunlight suddenly hit it in such a way that a gorgeous rainbow spread out across the pathway. Her eyes widened. “This is beautiful…”

“I am glad you approve.”

Blinking, ___ turned to Huedhaut, feeling rather lost. “Why have you never shown me this before?”

Huedhaut’s eyes widened a little, then he glanced down at the floor. “I suppose I should have expected that. After all, I haven’t entirely made myself clear. I had not shown you this before because it was not complete until yesterday.”

“Wait… are you saying that you made this yourself?”

“No, I am saying that I decided to show you a giant crystal heart that someone else made as a surprise.”

___ flinched at his obvious sarcasm, but she couldn’t be even a little irritated at that considering what Huedhaut’s words actually meant. It was then that she thought back to the two bowls Huedhaut had made her ages ago. “Is this made out of materials from the fountain of love like those glass bowls back then?”

“Ah, you’ve finally caught on,” Huedhaut muttered, smiling lovingly at her with that gentle gaze that always made her heart skip a beat. “Perhaps it is a little over the top, but, I wanted to show how much you mean to me.”

“Oh Hue, I already know that,” ___ murmured softly, suddenly hugging him tightly. “What’s the occasion anyway?”

“... Does there need to be one?”

“No,” ___ answered, looking up into his eyes, the light from the crystal bouncing off his features. “Though I hope you did not tire yourself out gathering materials for this. You must have needed a lot.”

Huedhaut smirked a little. “I took my time with that. Taking that much of the material at once would have been noticed for a start and I was hardly in the mood to explain to the others what I was doing. Though if you’re that concerned, perhaps you could restore my energy a little?”

___ hesitated just for a brief moment, then pulled him into a passionate kiss.

When she broke away for air, Huedhaut looked down at the ground, his face flushing bright red. “Surprises like that should be against the rules.”

“Are you telling me you didn’t enjoy it?” ___ teased the other, trying to get the upper-hand for once.

“What if I said yes?”

“...” ___ glanced away, biting her lip with worry. Had she done something wrong?

Huedhaut sighed heavily and put a hand to her face, making her face him once more. “I’m sorry. Your reactions really are interesting. Of course the answer to that is that you know I was just teasing you.”

“That wasn’t very nice, Hue!”

“Let me make it up to you,” Huedhaut murmured softly, before pulling ___ into a kiss of his own. This one was brief and soft but somehow said more than words from him ever could.

[angelofrainfrogs]

Spend the Night: Epilogue

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected. 

Rating: T

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Simon says I found myself I cleaned the dust off of the shelf What's your choice? In the end I'll always be your friend

Well done, superstar! Shine a light, we're fighting the dark Well done, superstar! It's my grand design I'll never ever leave you behind

~Superstar by CG5~

Gregory had his fists balled in anticipation by his chest. Once Freddy moved his arms outward, Gregory belted out an excited shout before jumping into the arms of his hero.

“It worked! You look just like a person!” His face buried into Freddy's stomach, the softness of his sweater making Gregory even more tired than before. He felt as though he could pass out right then and there in a cloud of gentle comfort.

For Charlie, seeing a soul bound to a new body not of her own doing had been a little shocking. It would take some getting used to for sure, but really all that mattered was that Gregory didn't mind the change. To the boy, it was still his Freddy—this time with a noticeable heartbeat and a warm tone to his voice instead of a metallic echo.

“Look at us!” Charlie said with an enthusiastic laugh. “A bunch of totally normal people!”

Truly, it was a second chance at living for all of them.

Freddy held his son close and chuckled at his excitement, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed in his chest. Now that he had the facial features to do so, he pressed a quick kiss to the top of Gregory's messy hair, then looked to Charlie and Michael. He didn't think he'd be able to stop smiling for quite a while.

“Seems like you're happy in there, Fredbear,” Michael said, grinning back at him. It was endearing how Gregory clung, the boy's adoration for his father almost more obvious now that they looked just like anyone you'd pass on the street.

Well, except for the striking eyes.

Like father, like son, Michael thought, not feeling the need to point this feature out. Surely Freddy would see the faint electric glow as soon as he looked in a mirror.

“It will take some getting used to, but it is far from unpleasant,” Freddy confirmed, now rubbing soothing circles onto Gregory's back. The boy's grip had lessened, and when Freddy glanced down he swore the kid was actually starting to fall asleep.

Gently, he held him out by the shoulders so he could meet Gregory's utterly exhausted gaze. Automatically he tried to perform a health scan, but to Freddy's surprise no glowing light came forth from his eyes. Apparently that was just one of the many features specific to his Glamrock body.

“Gregory, you seem exhausted...,” he said softly. “Here, please get up for a moment so I can stand and then I will carry you, alright?”

“Huh?” Gregory was a little out of it, slow to respond when Freddy’s simulated heartbeat had him falling asleep right there. Getting the picture he rose up to his feet and held out a hand to his dad.

“Poor little man’s so tired he can’t even speak,” Charlie remarked, finding it simultaneously cute and heart-wrenching.

He must’ve been waiting until they got everything done to finally rest. Gregory’s mission for the weekend was complete, and now it was time to find a place for them to bunk out before starting the next leg of their journey into the future.

Freddy wasted no time hoisting the boy up, allowing Gregory's head to rest on his shoulder as he wrapped one arm securely around his back while the other supported him underneath. To Freddy's relief, the strength and effort used to lift him felt no different than when he'd done so in his old body. Perhaps the transition would be easier than he initially thought.

“Okay, time to get this kid a real bed,” Michael remarked, pulling Charlie to her feet as he got up as well. He patted his pocket to make sure Sammy's wallet was still there, then glanced side-long at Charlie. “Maybe you should see if Sam's still in Freddy's room? And if so, you can explain why a random man is about to come out of the storage area carrying Gregory... Also we should let him know that Glamrock Freddy's shell is back here now.”

It might’ve taken some time, but Gregory had fallen asleep against the animatronic’s formerly tough but smooth metal exterior before. However, now that Freddy resembled a soft human Gregory passed out immediately once tucked into his embrace.

Charlie reached upwards, fluffing Gregory’s hair without resistance for once. “Yeah—I’ll go and explain it. Maybe you guys should take the back way out of Rockstar row? I’m afraid of Sammy passing out again.”

She could see how stressed her brother had become over the years. He had the same round face as their father, though it had a gauntness Henry didn’t possess. Sam had also definitely grown into a more nervous demeanor over the years. Her carefree brother was now a suit, and a stressed-out one at that. Charlie wasn’t going to add on more than necessary unless she wanted to put Sammy in an early grave like the rest of his family.

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best…” Michael spared a mildly concerned glance towards the closed door leading to Freddy’s room. “We’ll swing by the gift shop and meet you at the front doors; we can get at least one new outfit before we’re out of here.” If they wanted anything other than Fazbear merch Michael knew they’d have to visit a store outside the Pizzaplex, but for now he was content to grab some more of the free stuff. He had a feeling the others didn’t mind, either.

“Please tell Samuel that I am sorry for leaving so suddenly, but my body is completely functional if he would like to use it for another Freddy model,” the original Freddy requested, trying not to think about the existential crisis this might cause down the line. He leaned his head ever-so-gently against Gregory’s, who was still sound asleep. “I would also be completely willing to tell the other animatronics about my, ah… state when they are online again, if that is the direction we chose to go; I feel as though the answers they receive from staff might leave them with more questions…”

“Charlie will let Sam know; come on, big guy.” With an understanding smile Michael patted Freddy’s arm, urging him to follow as he started to make his way through the twisting corridors of the back rooms.

Now that they had no threats to watch out for, their trip was smooth-sailing. Within minutes they emerged into the bright lights of the atrium and Freddy looked around curiously, trying to tell if anything was different now. Really, the only things so far that were altered from his original body were the lack of technological overlays on his vision—he could still pull some internal health indicators up if he tried, though these were completely different to the ones he was familiar with—and a slight shift in height, which he was already adjusting to.

Still carrying his sleeping son, Freddy followed Michael into the gift shop and perused the shelves for a new outfit Gregory might like. It seemed as though Sammy had given staff a day off after his staggering revelation; the Pizzaplex was startlingly empty, save for a few fleeting people that were rushing for the exits. Clearly, everyone needed a break.

Gregory was half awake, half asleep. Finally his exhaustion could be seen through the cheap façade he managed to keep up the entirety of the weekend. The boy had his eyes closed, spurring to consciousness every now and then as his father went through the clothing racks before dozing off again. He managed to open his eyes briefly as he watched Michael peruse the various outfit combinations. Managing the strength to speak up, Gregory pointed to another tank top. This one was a muted pink, and bore a smiling Freddy head on its chest.

“I want the Freddy one,” he murmured, hand dropping back down again to curl up closer to the former bear once again.

Outside the storefronts, Charlie was walking with her brother. The two were laughing together and she popped the CEO playfully in the arm, her knuckles brushing Sammy’s bicep as she laughed at his joke. Catching sight of the others emerging from the shop, Sam raised a hand. He wasn’t too eager to see them leave, but couldn’t just go back to work trying to clean up this mess without saying goodbye to his friends.

Soon enough, Mike had a large bag full of various clothing options slung over his left shoulder. They’d even picked out a new outfit for Freddy if he got tired of the sweater and blue jeans he currently wore. Michael didn’t change yet, though a crimson red beanie with a little classic Foxy decal had been pulled over his head to cover the dried, matted blood. He had a feeling their ragtag group might attract unwanted attention until they recovered from the shock of actually being outside, so Mike didn’t want his already-healed wound to summon more of it. As they stepped out into the lobby, they caught sight of Charlie and Sammy lingering nearby.

“Hey!” Michael called with a wave, walking over to them. “We’re all set if you are, Charlie. I was thinking of where we could go and I remembered there should be a hotel not too far from here—unless that’s gone now? I’m… wow, I’m actually not sure what year it is. Huh.”

While he and Charlie had quickly learned where they were, in all the chaos of the weekend they’d failed to learn when they currently existed. Michael looked to Sammy questioningly, although the man seemed fixated on the red-head carrying Evan’s look-alike.

“It is 2022,” Freddy responded, offering a smile which he soon turned on Samuel. Holding Gregory close, he gave a soft laugh. “I apologize if my appearance is jarring; I have not fully gotten used to it myself.”

Michael was now staring at the ground, trying to process the fact that he’d been literally dead to the world for six years. Freddy and Charlie weren’t the only ones who might have some whiplash when they left the Pizzaplex… although Michael knew he’d probably still be the most well-adjusted out of the group. 

“Lucky for us,” Sammy smirked to them, pulling out his phone to show them the google maps of the area. “This location's close to the hotel people stay at before heading towards Zion—it was finished around the same time we opened. You guys should stay there!”

It was close, and easy for Sam to stop by the hotel and check up on them if needed. Besides, it was a tourist hot spot so people likely wouldn't bat an eye at a family staying there for more than a week if necessary. Charlie reached over, unable to help herself as she controlled the digital map with her finger.

“Woah. Portable interactive maps,” she remarked, impressed by the smart device. Samuel laughed at his sister, gently pushing her hand away as he repositioned the map.

“Lottie, stop,” he chuckled, showing them the address and where to go. Afterwards he give them his business card, holding it out for the redhead to grab from his fingers. “Call me when you all get there... I know you'll make me a proud old programmer, Freddy.”

It felt odd to be so supportive of a robot. Then again, Sam never expected his creations to become self-aware. From the short chat he’d had with Charlie, Freddy’s AI was on an entirely new level. Caging something that could think so deeply felt wrong.

“Thank you, Samuel,” Freddy replied, slipping the card in his pants pocket before wrapping his arm around Gregory once again. His gaze was soft and appreciative as he looked at the man who'd given him a chance at life. “For everything.”

“Alright, come on, you sappy bear,” Michael piped up, gently pushing Freddy's back in an effort to get him moving towards the door. He then reached out to firmly grasp Sam's forearm, the touch proving yet again that he and Charlie were actually here right now.

“We'll be back tonight,” he reassured, his gaze flitting around the bright atrium. “Once we rest up and clear our heads, we're coming back to sort things out, okay? We’re not going to leave you again, Sam.”

He wanted to reassure Sammy that he wasn’t about to lose his old friends so soon after he'd gotten them back... Plus, if he made a promise to return, it made Michael all the more willing to actually follow through instead of running as far away from any Fazbear Franchise he could.

He'd never do that, though. He couldn't as a kid, nor as an adult. Hell, he couldn't even get away as a zombie, and surely wasn't about to break that trend as a ghost-robot.

Samuel turned, placing a hand on Michael's shoulder. Maybe he was double-checking he could still reach out and touch the guy.

“We'll have a lot to discuss then—until next time, buddy.” Sam pulled him in, not shy about hugging his friend. He thought after all these years he'd become a little jaded with his loneliness. Apparently not. With memories flooding back, he never realized how badly he missed all of them until there was nothing left...

“Keep her safe when I'm not there, Mike,” Sam whispered quietly. Should his sister hear that he was begging Mike to look after her, Charlie would likely scoff and roll her eyes. Sammy felt as though his heart would just give out if something happened to her again after all this. Pulling back to see Michael’s face, Sammy waited, hoping to get an honest promise out of the old prankster.

“Not a hair will be out of place when you see us again—I promise.” Mike pressed a hand to his chest, a playful smirk quirking up the corner of his mouth, but the sincere light in his eyes told Sammy that he meant every word. Michael then stepped up to Charlie and hooked an arm though hers, leading her towards the doors where Freddy was already waiting for them.

“See you later, Sam!” he called over his shoulder, flashing his old friend one last grin. Patting his jeans pocket once more, Mike confirmed Sammy's hefty wallet was still there as he pulled Charlie along. He then let out a tiny snicker, glancing side-long at her. “It didn't occur to me that you've never experienced the wonders of Google... Or smartphones.” 

So close to freedom, for so many years. While Charlie could’ve left at any time, she’d always felt trapped in the afterlife—never able to rest, always waiting for new victims to fall from William’s cruel blade of madness.

Now, her and her friends were finally free. Not only physically, but mentally as well. The guilt and rage she'd been exposed to began to melt away as she rested her head against Michael's shoulder.

“What makes the phones so smart anyway? And Google? That sounds gross.” She laughed, only imagining what that could be. Forty years without pop culture had put her in the dark about many things. Certainly Gregory would’ve gladly caught her up were he not resembling a melted pile of ice cream in Freddy's arms.

The automatic doors opened for them to reveal the parking lot, and further out the road and bright morning sun nearly blinded Charlie at first. But seeing the real world for the first time in a long while was a spectacular pleasure Charlie had missed so dearly.

Michael simply laughed at his dearest friend's comments, leading her out into the daylight. While he hadn't been trapped inside nearly as long as her and the others, as he stepped into the sun he realized he'd missed the outside world far more than he ever imagined he could. Once Mike and Charlie's dirty shoes were officially on the sidewalk, he turned back to see Freddy hesitating just inside the glass doors. Michael tapped Charlie's arm, pulling her attention to their formerly-animatronic friend as he geared up for the last few steps that would change his life forever.

Before he could walk through the doors, Freddy spared one final, lingering glance around the lobby of the only place he'd known for his whole existence. Even though he could still come back anytime he pleased, he'd no longer be able to call this place “home.” Although as his eyes fell upon Michael and Charlie now backlit by the rising sun, then to the sleeping boy in his arms, Freddy realized he was just fine with that.

Freddy took a deep, simulated breath, then stepped into the world he'd only been able to encounter through stories and pictures in his databanks. As the sun hit his skin, he was surprised to feel how toasty it was—not to mention how bright. He blinked rapidly, having to look at the dark asphalt for a moment while his eyes adjusted. Gregory remained in his arms this entire time, so calm and relaxed, and suddenly Freddy was totally overwhelmed.

He wasn't sure what prompted it. Maybe it was the sheer magnitude of all they'd accomplished, or the consciousness he was still getting used to. Maybe it was just a quirk of this new body that he'd have to ask Henry about later. But to Freddy's surprise a few warm, wet tears suddenly welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks before he could stop them.

Charlie wouldn't call attention to it—she wondered even if Freddy knew he was crying. Instead, she’d cheer him on.

“We did it,” she reminded with a smile. “We got out safe with Gregory!”

It was a bit alarming to see Freddy with those raw emotions, when before he couldn't cry even if he needed to. It humanized him further, and suddenly Charlie remembered she wasn't talking to a personified bear anymore. Freddy was a whole person with emotions comparable to their own.

From the sounds of the birds chirping, to the occasional car passing down the road; the ants on the sidewalk, to a lone cloud that framed the blue sky—the summer air was buzzing with the energy of life passing them by. Charlie couldn't help but feel giddy. Today was the first day of the rest of their lives, and she couldn't hide the happiness it brought her.

“It’ll be alright,” Charlie added softly, echoing the words Freddy used in their first meeting as she urged him forth.

“Yes; it will be,” Freddy agreed without hesitation, smiling even as he lifted an arm to wipe the tear streaks away on his sleeve. Gregory shifted slightly, mumbling something incoherent, which caused Freddy to chuckle softly. 

“You okay, Fredbear?” Mike felt the need to ask, one eyebrow raised as the bear joined him and Charlie in the parking lot. Freddy simply nodded and grinned even wider.

“Yes—very much so. Come on; let us go to this hotel!” Freddy's tone was eager and full of pure, unadulterated joy, not unlike that of the kids he'd formerly entertained. He still had an inch or so of height on Michael, and he looked over the man's head as he tried to take in as much of the area as he could.

Together they walked, heading towards a future that was unclear and uncertain—but undeniably bright.

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[mixedkid-matchup]

you do not have to answer this!! I'm using you to confess my dubious feelings for the Percy Jackson series bc you also expressed like some weird feelings about it, and I kind of thought the series was untouchable bc of how much everyone I see fawns over it, and I have GOT to get this off my chest to someone who might get what I'm saying. But I have major issues with the writing/premise/series bc it's just feels so deeply colonized and it's bothered me since it FIRST came out and everyone in middle school and high school was reading it and teachers were assigning it. Like the whole premise for the Greek gods being in the US is that they follow Western "progress" and it completely disregards all the amazing things Indigenous did and our way of life, and also removes the importance of place-based culture for both Greek stories and Native peoples (like okay all the Greek stuff moved to the U.S. but wth happened to all our spiritual figures?? The story completelya cts like Native people weren't here and didn't have complex beliefs and ways of life connected to the land, and the gods were just free to take over here with no issues). As a mixed Indigenous kid it just rubs me wrong in all the worst ways and the academic systems love affair with Greek and Roman stuff and Rick Riordan's sheer popularity has been forcing this stuff in my face foreveeeerrrr 😭😭 I was surprised to see your tags about the fandom being weird before too tho since I don't interact with it, so I hope you don't mind this ask and just know I kinda feel the same way!! Ok thanks bye sorry for the rant.

BRO I HAVE HAD THIS RANT ON HAND FOR A LONG TIME ITS OKAY!!!!!!!!!

I THINK IF HEARD ABOUT THIS ACTUALLY. but you explained it way better. like when i first read percy jackson ok fine i was 11, i obviously caught onto the ableism and such but i did not catch onto this until i thought about it when i got older. you're super right. the whole thing about ww2 being caused by demigods was the weirdest shit ever i literally did not remember reading it until i read lightning thief again last year. why did hitler need to be child of hades. THAT IS QUITE LITERALLY HOW PERCY DESCRIBES HADES WHEN HE SEES HIM. LOOKING LIKE HITLER. then what you're saying how they move with the places that are the most progressive and basically take over..... like it's just ..... incredibly misplaced and insensitive.

but about the fandom being weird (its literally encouraged by riordan's book tbh), in heroes of olympus, hazel is a black girl from lousiana in the 1930s?? or 40s idk anyways i think she dies and then nico brings her back. whatever, everyone draws her lightskin and with orange hair, and super skinny, (which she's from louisana. shes darkskin and does not have "caramel" hair i hate white men sometimes.) and shes like 13 btw and in a relationship with frank whos like 16. weird as hell and everyone thinks theyre so sweet. and also rick cannot write meaningful young women. and especially not girls of color. like its WEIRD how piper is portrayed as some pick me girl she constantly feels the need to express shes not like the Aphrodite girls. and rick had to make it weird with aphrodite anyway by making them a whole stereotype of snobby boys and girls who love putting on makeup. they had drew, an asian girl & counselor of aphrodite, straight up mean to piper bc she likes jason. like for no other reason. drew only wants to participate and go on the quest because of jason. and other stereotypes like making leo, latine, be super flirty.

and lets really talk about how annoying annabeth was about the blondes are dumb stereotype because, girl we can talk about misogyny and people not letting you do things because of it, but lets also talk about how you are TWELVE, and the blonde stereotype is tired. i never liked annabeth, she was really tone deaf as someone whos half black. OH AND FRANK. they had this weird ass arc where they implied he was fat because of lack of confidence? like when he got confident he, lost weight... because of a blessing of mars? i dont even know.

like as i get older its more and more annoying to see it. i literally rolled my eyes when i saw rick talking about colorblind casting when people got mad about annabeth. he could of said anything else. how this could reconceptualize annabeth's arc around misogyny and now racism. and purposely alter her character to fit this new black annabeth. but no. people treat colorblind casting as a pinnacle of progressiveness.

[quetzalpapalotl]

Howd you rank your liking of Megop thru the continuities?

Before I get to that, let me just sat that the idea of megop in itself does a lot or me, so I'm probably gonna be into any megop as long as it vagely follows the standard TF pattern. The inherent intimacy of being archnemesis, being each other's equal match, only being able to stand on equal footing with the enemy leader, the respect among fellow warriors, blurring the lines of what romance even means, the grandiosity of it all.

So, the actual ranking after tfp and idw is not something set in stone or anything, my answer may have been different on another day. Only includes things I've watched/read, which aren't that many:

1.- IDW1 and TFP: You cannot make me choose between these two. IDW1 is, of course, my favorite continuity, and even tho the megop is not as strong in some parts, it still has all the elements I like. The fact that they know and understand each other so well despite never being friends. Megatron lives to fight, he needs a dance partner. Optimus has spent his entire life chasing after Megatron one way or another, Megatron made him who he is. Their paths mirror each other even when they're in separate series altogeher. Megatron doesn't hate Optimus. Look at Chaos Theory! That thing is one step from being a megop bdsm fic! Lots of things to say here, but we need to move on.

Now on the other hand we have TFP, that's the classic, the blueprint, my-nemesis-comic.jpg. If I had to guess, I'd say there was a before and after TFP in fandom regarding megop, but I have no idea actually, so don't quote me on that. Still, that show is insane, Megatron basically flirts with Optimus every time they're on screen, having Megatron back is the one thing Optimus wants for himself and he gives up even that. It has all the breakup drama! Except for Megatron, they might as well not have broken up, but the nature of their relationship changed. Battling Optimus is his favorite thing in the world. The show really does give the impression that these two are on a world of their own. And while I usually like to disregard most of the Aligned side materials on my reading of tfp, those megop bits of Exodus really are something, huh.

2.- IDW2 they were friends, now they're destined to fight each other for the next million years. They're not as intense as tfp but damn, Megatron might as well be telling Optimus he wants him chained in his bed.

3.- Cyberverse: Same thing but goofier. Megatron literally didn't win the war because he was too gay to kill Optimus and then died in his arms. Amazing. (He's not dead he's in the hospital).

4.- Sunbow Cartoon/General G1 concept: It's simple and straightforward, you can project onto it the things I like about megop and because it's G1 it's very malleable. You can take it in all kinds of directions! Always love to see what fandom does with it.

4.5.- Shattered Glass: same thing but in reverse and evil Optimus is hot. That's it.

5.- Prime Wars: It's G1, but they're old, tired and retired. They should meet and beat each other up like old times. And the whole sequence of Optimus firing Megatron? 10/10

6.- Netflix' War for Cybertron: this couls have been so good, except the show was pretty bad at properly explaining its backstory. Still, a girl takes what she can get and those scenes in season 2 are juicy. But I tempted to put this higher in the list because WFC gave me on of the best takes on megop NEMESIS/GALVATRON. Evil angst boyfriends!! They are in this situation because they were both idiots, Megatron finally got to kill Optimus and ended his last moments as himself regreting not working with him. Now they are together again. It took being enslaved by Unicron for them to get along again, but they have each other now, they have nothing but each other, not even who they used to be. It's depressing, it's great. I'm gonna have to be the change I want to see and write something about them because I'm obsessed.

7.- TFA: I used to enjoy it more, but I've fallen out of love for it. Lacks a lot of the elements I like about most megop, but there's appeal in Optimus catching the eye of this almost-mythological terror because he managed to beat him. Most of the content for it is not really to my taste, tho, but House Divided is my favorite take on it.

8.- Beast Wars: It's okay. It's not a bad ship or anything, but it doesn't really awaken anything in me. They hate each other, sure, but not in a gay way, more in the way you hate a mosquito. And then, as far as hatemances go, Rampage and Depth Charge show up to completely.

Mmm that should be it, unless I'm forgetting something. I have still read fic for other megops and I must say the whole Protector/Prime concept really appeals to me, but afaik it doesn't show up in the movies and I'm not interested in watching them regardless.

I'm eagerly awaiting Earthspark, not to have hope, but I feel like I'm gonna lose my mind.

[mossyivy]

Hi, thank you for your Eddie alphabet and your take and opinion on him. But I just really feel like every letter is the opposite of what you wrote.

And with most ficus I see on here I think he is more of the type to fall head over heels because he has never had someone who genuinely live him so much and loves to prove it to him. Maybe at first he doesn’t know how to be affectionate but he quickly learns and he is one of those people that simply touching you is so comforting to him. His loud obnoxious self would thrive as usual but the second you walk over to join him that’s when he needs just a small hand touch or hold and the two of you would do the whole 3 squeeze thing meaning I love you as you both fake listen to something Geraeth is saying and then when you get to his place or yours that’s when he or you has to be hanging off each other. He would at first love holding you and being the big spoon and then the one time you hold him and naturally comfort him he is shocked that this could be something and he is obsessed with it.

Sorry I’ve been awake for 4 days and I’m delusional but I just feel like what what you wrote would be more like Eddie not ever having any type of affection so he is scared or nervous and just doesn’t know how to be domestic or affectionate. He was raised by his dad being the typical trash with a different partner every night and only fucking for his relief. And so that’s how Eddie thought he was supposed to be too. Because when he moves in with Wayne, we’ll Wayne never had anyone over. So I can see that as a very realistic Eddie irl. Like if he legitimately when to school with you and what like “why the fuck is this girl always looking at me?” Lmao that is actually the situation I found myself in a few times in high school. Those guys would notice me notice them and because I was the girl who never had a boyfriend but genuinely hung out with every single group. Like I made friends very easily. But when I had a crush I’d try to shrink and turn invisible. So those guys feel like an Eddie that is just not comfortable with a girl not really similar to him at least when it comes to social life and looks so he would be kind of mean and ignore you because you were probably dared to. And if something did happen since he was raised with toxic masculinity he would be that way until he actually falls and that takes a very very long time.

Here's a wonderful post on fandom etiquette before you read!

I'm just gonna start this out by saying I respect your opinion and see what you're trying to say but this just feels disrespectful on so many levels.

This is the kind of thinking that makes people not want to join in on the fun parts of fandom.

As someone who's been in fandom for almost 14 years now it's getting really tiring seeing people try to make characters fit into little boxes. The point of fan fiction is for fans to make content of the media they consume.

FAN MADE CONTENT, BY FANS FOR FANS!

We as fans do not NEED to fit the portrayal of canon content, we are not the creators of the media we consume. And a lot of fan fiction is based around content we don't even get to see.

Like with this anonymous ask, you can interpret a character anyway you feel like you need to. But that doesn't mean you need to push that idea onto other people.

An finally to whoever you are to sent me this ask:

Please don't do this ever again to anyone let alone just me.

The only reason I'm even responding to you is to use your ask as an example of how to NOT act in fandom. And if you really didn't agree with how I represented a character you could have just not read it.

When writing for Eddie I used my own experiences to go off of from being bullied for quite literally my entire educational experience until college. I find him the most relatable because of what we do know about him. Like a lot of people do because we hardly know anything about Eddie.

So maybe in the future think before you send.

Sorry to be flooding the tags with this, just making sure it's reaching it's intended audience!

[golbrocklovely]

In regards to your TikTok vent (which was totally justified like wtf) I think some kids just get really into like a man with a life filled with tragedy? Idk how to explain it, but it’s like they have a thing for men who have a life filled with trouble and pain. So they exaggerate Colby’s Emo-ness to be filled with self harm, depression, SA and more. I have no way to explaining it but I know people have mentioned how they enjoy reading books with the main male character like that and I feel like it translates to real life people too.

sorry i didn't respond sooner. i saw this ask when you originally sent it in, and then forgot all about it until now.

i think part of your ask is right. i think there are a lot of fans that are drawn to this darker side of colby, whether true or not.

i think as young women, we do get taught a lot that "bad boys" are really just good guys that are rough around the edges. they're the ones with a dark past and are emotionally constipated. we as women need to "fix" them - be their therapist, mom, gf all in one (even if at the risk of losing ourselves). and i think this notion also gets passed onto guys that girls are into, whether this is something they want or not.

you can't fix someone. it's not your job to do that to your partner. and if someone is really that "broken", they need professional help. you can't put that pressure on yourself.

that being said, i think your idea isn't the full reason why these lies are being spread on tiktok. i mean, trying to give an explanation as to why ppl lie is already a feat to make. i bet there are fans that just lie just to see if ppl will believe it. and i think what makes that worse is that no one follows up something when they see someone make a statement.

for example, the "elton making colby show his sh scars to a camera": the one tiktok i saw that talked about this (now idk if they are the originator so i'll cut them some slack), when asked when did this happen, only said "it was during a livestream that's been deleted". and hilariously, i've also heard someone else say it was actually a video but elton took it down. the problem with this is that of course giving this as the "proof" basically means you can make up whatever as long as you say the proof was deleted. but my main issue with this is that 1, elton and snc haven't collabed since 2019, which means that 2, if this did happen, why did no one talk about it until 2022???? you're telling me for three years, no one said anything. but a random fan on tiktok was able to unearth this event that unfolded, only to not give proof bc it was a livestream that was deleted???? which then means 3, how the fuck would you know this was a thing??????

i will say, the snc fandom on tiktok HATE elton. like, even more than i do. but i think they try too hard to make elton the bad guy. like, elton has done enough fucked up shit. you don't gotta lie to make him look bad lol

not to mention, especially with this particular topic, colby has outright said that he's never had depression, has never hurt himself, and doesn't feel comfortable giving advice on this type of stuff. so… what about that screams "i've suffered with depression and self harming"?????

i also believe that a lot of fans take things out of context and just run buckwild with it. like the clip from the awesomenesstv video where they do the lie detector and colby says they had a roommate that they felt used them. ppl immediately said "oh it's about elton" when in reality it was about aaron when they didn't get along for a month after moving out. but bc a lot of fans have just gotten into the fandom, they don't know all the lore. which is really my main problem with the tiktok fandom: they don't know everything and thus connect dots that aren't there.

and all of this is tiring as an older fan not only bc i know the truth, but bc NO ONE ELSE IN THE COMMENTS IS ARGUING WITH THEM. i barely see any comments trying to say "hey guys, this didn't happen", so it's hard for me to want to do that either. that's why i make the joke that i might have to start an snc tiktok just to tell fans that none of this shit is real and someone is lying to you.

also i forgot to mention but fanfics are also at fault. but i've ranted about that enough on here lol

[kiwikiwiandkiwi]

"#and honestly i don't think this stunt will ever end" my exact sentiment. I realized this when the kid turned two and I stopped caring. I accepted we are going to deal with "dad" Louis forever and moved on. I've decided I will be here for his and Harry's music and career and I will just ignore everything about their personal life. I don't care. And now 5 years later I'm glad I did. It's much better than holding onto hope only to have it crushed every single time. I would probably even go and see the doc if it was showing in my country but it's not lol

I just know this stunt is never going to end but I haven’t really processed this information because every time that this subject is brought up I still get sad/mad/tired.

It’s just that there were so many ways they could’ve ended this over the last seven years and yet… We still have the DNA test to maybe one day prove he was never his kid, but if Louis were ever to take it, this kid would still be a thing imo, because you don’t just raise someone as your son for seven years and then one night you find out you’re not actually related to the kid and you’re like “well, it was a good ride but now we part ways” I mean what kind of person would you be if the only reason that made you raise this child was because you thought you two were related?? and also if that’s all it took for you not having to deal with the kid anymore, then why did it take you SEVEN years to take a DNA test??? Idk, there’s so much we don’t know and will never know, but this is a messed up situation and I don’t see it ever ending. There’s no way out except the truth and I doubt we will ever get that.

And yet, I’m still here. I’m too stubborn to leave, and whether I like it or not, I have spent the last years of my life following every second of Louis (and Harry’s) every day life (literally), and not just because I want to or because it’s fun (spoiler alert: it’s not always fun) but because I care so much about them, like SO MUCH (I don’t need to explain to you this, it’s tumblr, we all get it). So I’ll always take the good with the bad (for now).

What really frustrates me though is that every time a stunt happens, we (larries) get to be the punch bag and everyone and their mother start calling us crazy or psychos, and that really pisses me off, because I don’t even think the problem is that this is just an absurd theory/idea (believe me, I know it is!!!!!) the problem is that if you think Louis and Harry are together, and god forbid, think that Louis is not a dad, people will call us “delusional teenagers” or if you are older, you’re just a jobless woman who is probably lonely, cause this has always been the culture when it comes to boybands (and fandom culture in general) and was the culture 1dhq, and eventually lthq and hshq, always encouraged. so we are not taken seriously, we are called hysterical and we are narrowed down to some stereotype that it’s probably not even true (and if it is then SO WHAT??).

I know it’s probably not easy to navigate an artist’s image when not only he’s gay, but he also has years and years of “proofs” that he’s dated several women, had a kid, made some homophobic comments, etc and is also currently dating one of the most famous person in the world right now (who is also in the closet and also has years of doing the same thing). And I’m sure as hell it doesn’t help when we keep pushing the buttons and saying no he’s not a dad, yes he’s gay, when you have his team always doing the opposite: “he has a new girlfriend” “the kid is in his doc”. But it’s awful because that’s they way it’s been since the beginning, all due to the fact that Louis and Harry are gay. It all comes down to this one fact. There’s just no way out.

(And just to make myself clear, I don’t think this is Louis’ fault, I don’t think he wants this, I honestly believe he only has so many choices he can make and he does the best he can with it, but I wonder what’s the point, is this all worth it? lmao I do truly hope he has made peace with himself and with this situation (and Harry too tbh) because if it’s hard on us, I can only imagine how hard it is for them and their families. As I always say, I can always leave this fandom and leave this bullshit behind me but they can’t. So yeah…)

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Awkward Teenage Crush Kiss | Hevans

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Sam Evans Fandom: Glee Rating: Teens+ Tags: awkward kiss, crushes, fluff 3336 words | 1/1 chapter | completed Ao3 Link

Summary: {Anonymous Prompt: I’d love to read a Heavans 38 Kiss (Awkward teenage crush kiss)} Or, Sam Evans has a crush on Kurt and he doesn't think Kurt knows about it. Spoiler alert, Kurt most definitely knows.

1

Sam most definitely does not have an issue. Nope. Definitely not. 

He doesn’t watch the way the drumstick twirls expertly between slim fingers and he most definitely does not watch the muscles and tendons in the arm twitch and bulge with the movement of said drumstick. He doesn’t because he doesn’t have an issue at all – it’s that simple.

Sam crosses his arms and shifts on his feet, so entirely thankful of the distraction that Rachel offers the group. Apparently now she’s not getting a nose job – which Sam never saw the problem with (if it didn’t harm her or anyone else, who where they to tell her that she shouldn’t?) – and Sam is glad that she’s choosing this moment to announce it.

Especially because it gives Sam more time to not stare at Kurt’s slim waist, cocked hip, and almost bored expression. Gah, how much that looks stirs something inside of Sam is kind of ridiculous.

“Sam?” Mike is cocking his head and before Sam can focus on his buddy, Mike is following his line of sight.

“Oh,” is all Mike says. The tall Asian man claps him on the shoulder and gives him a pitied look.

Sam jerks back because he doesn’t know what that means at all, but he doesn’t want Mike to be assuming things. He wasn’t staring at Kurt or watching the way his hair sways when he moves because it’s standing up and sexily – artfully – tousled. He doesn’t want Mike reading into things that aren’t there.

This isn’t the first time since Kurt transferred back that Sam has had to try to bullshit himself about his feelings.

The feelings that he’s still trying to convince himself that don’t exist are the same ones that keep his heart thrumming quickly against his sternum every time the other boy comes into the room and the same ones that keep him up all night. Fantasies, both light-hearted sweet and dirty, keep him up and make him tired for school the next day, but he doesn’t have it in him to get upset at himself. He’s been trying to come around to this whole new set of feelings that seem to have just been plopped into his lap.

The glee club walks off stage. Now that Rachel is here, they will be running through the Lady Gaga routine. They’ve got it near-perfect, and this is the first dress rehearsal – which, as far as Sam can tell, is them making great progress.

“Look,” Sam catches Mike’s arm, stopping the other teen from following the rest of the group in. Sam waits until Artie has rolled off stage until he drops his voice to a whisper, eyes scanning the room to see if they’re being listened to or not, “I don’t know what you think you saw, but bro-“

Mike interrupts him, “You’re in denial still?”

“What?” he asks dumbly.

Mike glances up to where Sam knows – has no idea actually, because he hadn’t been watching him – Kurt is and then looks back at Sam. “I went through the same thing, Tina helped me figure it out and she’s been really supportive. So all I’m saying is that I get it.”

Sam may be a little slow to grasp things sometimes, but is Mike saying what he thinks he’s saying? “What?” he asks again because he’s not sure what else to say.

“Come on, guys,” Mr. Schuester ushers the two of them off the stage the rest of the way.

“I’m here if you need,” Mike smiles politely at him and goes over to his girlfriend and wraps his arms around her in a tight but quick hug. Then Tina, Mercedes, and Kurt are marching past Sam to go back onto the stage – oh right, they start the number. 

Sam tries to watch the performance as innocently as everyone else does until his cue pulls him out onto the stage with the rest of his friends.

2

Two days later, the glee club master the “Born This Way” performance and then they are back in the choir room and Mr. Schue is giving out the newest lesson. Sam is only partially paying attention because it is getting to the end of the school year and spring is in full swing (with the summer heat right on its tail) and the choir room has always had poor circulation meaning they froze in the winter and now that it’s warming up everyone is quick to shed their layers – including Kurt.

Dressed down to just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, Sam can’t help but notice how different he is from the boy who left McKinley earlier this year. He had been shorter and way skinnier (Sam realizes now that he must not have been eating properly) and now that he’s grown and filled out a little bit, people can’t help but notice him when he walks into a room. Especially today with his pale arms and long neck on full display.

The week’s lesson is a simple touch-up on the group’s choreography because Schue says something about not wanting to start anything too strong when they are getting close to when they should start preparing for nationals.

He then uses Kurt to demonstrate a few of their known moves and Sam’s in his own personal hell because he should be watching the way Kurt keeps his back straight and poised while he spins and how his foot flexes and keeps a perfect point outwards when he kicks his leg into the air, not the way the tendons in his neck flex when he bends down or the way his pants hug his ass and crotch so perfectly as if he’d chosen them for that very reason.

Sam’s mouth floods with saliva when he thinks about what those pants are hiding, and he feels like a disgusting predator. Kurt had just gotten back to his school and friends after needing to escape from an abusive closeted gay boy – what the hell is Sam thinking that he’s doing?

But then Kurt finished the short set of moves with a flick of his hair, standing more up from his face than laying relaxed on his forehead like Sam remembers it from before. And Sam knows that he loves Kurt’s hair, he’s not sure why, but it’s one of the many attractive things about this boy-

Someone aggressively kicks his chair. He jerks forward and almost falls out of it and onto the floor.

“What the-“ he turns and sees Mike glaring at him.

“I asked you a question, Sam,” Mr. Schue is saying, pulling Sam’s attention from the other football player.

“Oh,” Sam rubs his hands together nervously and flicks his eyes around the room, they’re all staring at him and he doesn’t even want to know what they’re thinking.

Wonderful for him that Puck can’t keep a single thought to himself. “Yeah, so stop daydreaming about Doll Face over there and pay attention.”

There are a couple of people who laugh and snicker and Sam feels his face heat up in embarrassment. When he looks up again, he catches Kurt’s confused gaze and oh God, the last thing he wants is for Kurt to find out.

“What uh- was the question?” Sam clears his throat and asks.

“Oh, I was just wondering if you could come up here and show us another few moves.”

Sam agrees and stands up to walk to the front of the room while Kurt returns to his seat. He’s sure that his blush doesn’t go away for the rest of the class period and he is unable to meet anyone’s eyes after.

3

Of all people to catch him after class, it just has to be Kurt.

Sam has been trying to convince him for weeks now that what he’s been feeling is just some stupid crush (something less than that, even) and every time he thinks he’s getting better – he’s sleeping easily and holding conversations with the boy without embarrassing himself – it just has to be Puck that unravels it all.

“I know Puck can be a dick sometimes,” Kurt is saying to him while they walk out of the choir room. They share the next class but usually Sam takes the long way around so he can avoid panting after Kurt the entire walk.

“But he got me thinking,” Kurt continues. “You have been watching me a lot lately, haven’t you?”

“I uh…” Sam is screwed.

They are walking close together (Sam tells himself that it’s because the hallway is crowded and so they have to walk this close in order to hear each other and to not get trampled) and Kurt is watching him with piercing blue eyes. He holds his chin out and shoulders back, so much confidence oozes from him.

“It’s okay,” Kurt says when Sam doesn’t talk for a few seconds.

Sam holds his breath, waiting for the other shoe (in the form of Kurt’s patronizing kindness and speech about how he just shouldn’t be so obvious about his crush) to drop and stomp on Sam’s fingers that are barely holding him to the ledge of this cliff above the endless waters of self-consciousness and awkwardness that he is about to be surrendered to.

“Okay?” Sam echoes in disbelief.

“Yeah, I mean- I don’t really know for sure why you have been, but regardless, it’s flattering.”

Sam watches Kurt’s usually pale and ceramic cheeks tint pink as he ducks his head and watches his feet for a few steps. This confuses Sam more than his words have – what the hell does Kurt have to be embarrassed for? It’s Sam with the silly crush here, not him.

“Is it flattering or creepy?” Sam asks because he has to, he has to know that he hasn’t come off as too strong at all or it won’t let him sleep.

“You think someone having a crush is creepy?” Kurt stops abruptly and turns to look at Sam head on.

The shorter boy’s abruptness shocks Sam into an honest answer, “What- who said I had a crush on you?”

It came out a little rougher than he meant to, but he was sure that “watching someone” and “having a crush on someone” were two different types of attraction and Sam hasn’t even figured out if he’s into all guys yet. And since he’s pretty sure there is no sexuality dedicated to just being attracted to Kurt Hummel, it has been taking him a while to figure things out. So, the part of himself that he’s been trying to keep hidden and protected for a few weeks now panicked and snapped out the question instead of using the reasoning tone like he had been planning on.

“I- oh.” Kurt says at first, meeting his eyes for only a second before he rocks on his feet nervously and looks at the ground again. “I just thought- uh, well I hoped, actually, that maybe you did.”

“You- wait,” Sam’s hands shake while his head rushes as his brain processes what he just said. “You hoped?”

A smile graces Kurt’s mouth and Sam loves it so much, and the blush that grows darker as he scuffs his feet on the tiled floor. The hallway is emptying out and the bell that will signal their tardiness is going to ring soon and Sam doesn’t think there has been anything else that he cares less about. There is this warmth blooming in his chest and shit- maybe this is a little more than a simple crush.

“Y-yeah,” Kurt breathes, he looks up and his smile grows at the obvious hope mirrored on Sam’s face. His shoulder lifts in a casual shrug. “I was hoping that you liked me, too.”

Too. Sam’s heart skids almost-painfully in his chest and he gasps at the word, all of his emotions plainly broadcasted on his face.

“Uh,” Sam is grasping at what to say next. Kurt’s cheeky grin shares that he knows that Sam likes him too and is now just being awkward, but Sam has no idea what to do or say. “I don’t really know how to- umm…” Sam breaks off in an awkward laugh and rubs the back of his neck.

“You don’t know how to what?” Kurt tries. His hand raises halfway between the two of them, like he was going to touch Sam but thought against it, and then he glares at the limb as if it offended him before dropping it to his side again.

“I don’t know what to say- like, I want you to know that I do like you, but I’m just not sure how-“

“But you do like me?”

“Yes,” Sam confirms.

If Sam thought his simple grin was cute, then it is nothing for the breath-takingly beautiful way he smiles wide enough to show his teeth and crinkle his eyes. His entire face lights up with joy, and Sam’s not sure when he stopped breathing because the sight makes him gasp and the rush of oxygen is almost euphoric.

“Are you serious?” Kurt asks, trying to get his expression under control and take on a serious tone.

When Sam grins, though, he gets to see his pretty smile once more.

Part of him cannot believe that they just admitted to something like this and are now staring at each other like goofy idiots in the middle of an otherwise abandoned hallway (the bell must have rung already but neither of them are making a move towards the classroom still). Sam doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Of course.”

“Well then, now what?” Kurt asks and one of his eyebrows quirk up and Sam finds it so incredibly adorable. Okay, so maybe he isn’t trying to pretend like nothing is going on – but at least it is no longer a problem.

“I don’t-“ he starts, but then something occurs to him. There is one thing that he wants to do, something that he’s been thinking about for a while and now he might have the opportunity to do. “Oh, uh, can I kiss you?” Sam asks hurriedly.

“Right here?” Kurt looks around.

Sam sees that there is no one else except them, their voices echo a little bit even. All of the surrounding classroom doors are closed and they aren’t standing in the view of any of them anyways. “Why not?”

“Uhh…” Kurt glances down at his hands again and then back up. “I don’t know how- and I know you’ve kissed a lot-“

Sam is quick to amend him, “but never another boy. I’m just as nervous,” he sticks his hand out and they both look down to watch it shake a little. Sam feels like a strong wind could knock him down with how weak-kneed he feels.

“I mean, sure- yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, please?”

Sam laughs, a genuine laugh, and rocks back and forth on his feet a little bit. He rubs his palms on his thighs, drying the sweat from them, and licks his lips nervously. Also looks a little nervous and he licks his lips after watching Sam first.

“Yeah, right- so…” Sam mumbles before starting to lean down.

Kurt takes a tiny step forward so that they are standing a lot closer than Sam had anticipated and he accidently smacks their foreheads together. They spring apart instantly.

“Ouch,” Kurt breathes and brings a hand up to his head.

Sam mentally curses himself out. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay, Sam,” Kurt giggles and tilts his chin up and levels the tall blonde with another stare.

“Oh- uh, okay.”

Sam leans down again, this time keeping his eyes open enough to watch what he’s doing more. Then he gets close enough and he can’t keep his eyes open without going cross-eyed (which hurts his head, so he’d rather not do that) and so he slips them closed. Then their lips connect.

It’s only for a split second and then Kurt is pulling back.

Sam opens his eyes and his eyebrows shuffle down in confusion. But before he can even full wonder why Kurt pulled away so quickly, the boy is speaking.

“Oh God, was that too quick? I wasn’t sure what we were doing, and I thought it was gonna be a quick kiss, but I’m so sorry I-“

Sam’s laughter cuts him off. How can Kurt, who is usually so confident and sure of himself, be so freaking self-conscious now? Sam finds it endearing, actually, that his nervous and awkwardness are evenly matched here.

“You’re adorable,” he says. He slowly picks up a hand and holds it up to Kurt’s face, giving him ample time to pull away if he’d wished to, he doesn’t. So, Sam cups Kurt’s jaw and pulls the boy in for another, longer kiss.

When their lips touch Sam realizes that it really isn’t much different from kissing a girl (what with how soft and nice to touch Kurt’s skin and lips are) and he knows how to kiss a girl, so he presses his lips in a little harder before turning his head to the side to better slot their mouths together.

It turns out that Kurt doesn’t really know what he’s doing so Sam keeps it sweet and brief. Their lips make a wet suction sound when they separate. Sam watches Kurt’s eyes flutter open and he is still so beautiful up this close.

When Sam straightens up fully, ignoring the way his back pops in like ten different places, Kurt squints at him. “What?” he asks.

“That’s it?” Kurt grumps.

Sam genuinely laughs and, much more gently this time, presses his foreheads together. “We have to get to cl-“

Kurt sneaks in for another sweet press of their lips and Sam feels hands on his waist and the warm weight of them is one of the best feelings he’s ever felt.

But it only lasts for a second before all of him is gone and he’s standing a few steps ahead of Sam, walking in the direction of the class that they are now tardy for.

“You’re right,” he calls over his shoulder, his voice bouncing around the empty hallway. “We should get to class!”

Sam laughs and chases after Kurt.

He’s not sure if this makes them boyfriends or not, nor does it help him figure out the puzzle that still is his sexuality, but it still does matter to Sam. And it matters to Kurt if the way that he’s walking lighter and grinning much easier says anything. They’ll talk about it eventually, but for now, he’s just going to remember the feeling of the boy’s lips against his own.

Sam almost forgets that they share this class with a couple of other glee kids and so when they walk inside and he meets Mike’s eyes after accepting his tardy from the teacher, he is a little shaken. He watches Mike’s eyes flit back and forth between Sam and Kurt before raising an eyebrow at Sam when the pair of boys take their seats. Sam just shrugs he knows that his blush tells the whole story.

Later that hour, he gets a note passed to him and reads:

you will be telling me everything after class -mike

Sam grins and tucks the note into the folder that he had and pays attention to class. He’s sure that by glee club tomorrow, the whole group will know that something is going on and Sam doesn’t have it in him to be mad at how quickly gossip spreads.

And if Sam is out of his seat the moment the bell rings so that he can be at Kurt’s side quickly, then that’s what he does. Now that Kurt knows, Sam isn’t going to hold back anymore (within reason, of course). As much as he doesn’t care about the gossip, he doesn’t care about the jokes that get tossed around for the rest of the year about Kurt having an oversized golden Labrador retriever puppy following him constantly.