#Like he helped a lot to push Hiccup's confident up

[messylustt]

 ݁   𓂃 ៸៸៸ deer in headlights — rafe cameron + reader ( obx ) : when trying to help your sad friend at a party leads to an unexpected kiss from rafe.

contents : slight dick!rafe. nsfw intentions (not full on sex tho). slight dubcon (not heavy or roughly forced) tittie licking/sucking. tittie grab. kissing.

your eyes scanned the party mess. it had only been an hour or so. but more than likely people came drunk way before. most go from party to party, trying to find one that won’t get busted. we’ll see how long this one lasts.

girls yelping, some giggling, most a boy crazy mess. guys hollering, others giggling themselves, nearly twirling their hair at the bent over girls “enjoying” their drinks. you couldn’t help but smile. even though you never found yourself in the centre of it all, you were far from hating the experience.

but that’s when you spotted your friend, scarlet, bolt upstairs, pushing her sleeve down to her fingertips to wipe the mix of tears and mascara from her face. you stood up, tilting past the edge of the couch to reach her.

“scarlet!” you call, trying to quicken your steps. what had happened? she either ignores you or simply can’t hear over the drowning base of the music.

you follow her upstairs. “scarlet?” you call again. and this time she shifts her gaze, her head turning towards you.

“hey..” you smile softly reaching her side. “what’s wrong? why the tears?”

scarlets bottom lip quivers, even if she trying to force it down, while her brows remain furrowed and bent with hurt. she looks as though she wishes to say something, but then she gulps. her expression pales as she rushes into the bathroom, but not before she shuts the door stopping you from entering.

scarlet was always a little complicated. easily embarrassed despite her confidence.

there’s a moment where all you can hear is puking as you try to turn the handle finding that the door is locked. “no. don’t come in.” she says, breathless after a moment.

“scarlet—“ you say in protest, wanting to help. “no! please.” she replies, cutting you off.

you sigh, knowing she hates anyone seeing her puke. “i just wanna help.” you try.

“no I—“ you can hear her hiccuped breathing. “i don’t want him to know…” her tone is almost pitiful.

“who?” you ask standing by the door.

“kelce…”

“kelce?” your brows furrow before thinning out. “is he the boy you kept telling me about?”

she sniffles. “maybe..”

“scarlet…” you say softly “what happened?”

“it was a joke. all of it. ‘sleep with the slut’.” she scoffs. “just because i like boys…a lot of them doesn’t mean i’m some…look liking dick shouldn’t be some god awful issue.”

your brows furrow again, but this time in anger. you hadn’t known kelce that well. only through living on this island, like most. but you had thought he was merely a guy looking to stay ‘cool’ or ‘popular’, not an outright dick.

not like his friend, rafe. rafe cameron. now, if anyone was to easily be called a ‘dick’ it would be him.

“are you sure i can’t come in?” you ask. “please just…” she replies, to which you ease her. “it’s okay. just relax…let me go get you some water.”

you rush back downstairs, squeezing past the out of tuned drunks, and high teens. you head to the kitchen. but as you do, you catch a conversation going on in the hallway.

“i fucked her over man…” the voice, you can identify as kelce’s. “i…why did i do that?”

“hey, calm down. don’t get worked up alright?” the other voice…rafe’s.

“nah man..” kelce sounds stressed, almost on the verge of tears.

“listen to me man. it was a stupid joke. she shouldn’t have taken it to heart, yeah?” rafe’s tone is dismissing towards scarlet, which honestly doesn’t leave you very surprised.

“fuck..” kelce mutters “but now she doesn’t…want me…want anything to do with me most likely.”

“then move on.” rafe replies, speaking as though that concept is a breeze.

“move on…” kelce mutters, repeating slowly.

“yeah, move on. you’re at a party for christs sake. have fun. plenty of girls around.” rafe replies, hitting kelce’s shoulder by the sounds of it.

you peek slightly round the corner to watch them.

kelce sighs rubbing his head roughly.

“go get ‘em man. go on” rafe pats kelce’s back as he slightly pushes him towards the heat of the party. you quickly return behind the doorway as he passes.

you wait a moment before looking back to where they were talking to find rafe staring straight back at you. you pause, blinking. rafe’s head tilts, his expression not one of surprise, as if he had spotted you the moment your head poked out.

“you always eavesdrop?” rafe takes a swig from his beer. you step out, darting your gaze slightly.

“i was just getting some water…for my friend.” you reply as he begins to head over to you.

“yeah?” he hums nodding, as he stops a few step distances from you. “does that water trip include spying?”

“i didn’t catch much.” you reply.

“yeah, how much did you catch, deer?” he asks, his gaze darting over your face and down your body as if he’s trying to place you.

your brows furrow. “didn’t know you were one for…names like that.”

rafe scoffs “i meant ‘deer’ as in a deer caught in headlights, not the other ‘dear’.” he says tapping his beer bottle on your nose, gesturing to your round eyes.

your nose scrunches in response as you lean back, rubbing it. “i’m not ‘caught in headlights.’”

“no?” he replies. “or maybe you’re just starstruck.”

“by you?” you ask raising your brows. “i’m sorry, but you don’t have that ‘wonder’ to you, rafe.”

“a lot of girls think different.” he replies. “you’d look at me with ‘wonder’ if you’ve been seeing stars all night.”

you pause, staring at him, before his words register. “ew, rafe.”

“ouch.” he replies, completely unbothered, taking a swig.

“the majority of people who you make see ‘stars’ are those who have a ‘your-shaped-fist’ indent in their face.” you say edging back into the kitchen, preferring that this conversation ends sooner than later.

rafe scoffs, his face dropping, as he steps after you. “you’re not clever.”

“you seemed affected though.”

“re-size your brain, it ain’t that big”

you raise your hands in innocence, as you turn towards the sink, grabbing a clean empty glass. rafe leans up again the kitchen island, his legs planted in a slight spread.

you glance back at him, wondering why he’s still here.

he watches you.

“look, i’m sorry for eavesdropping. i only cared because…” you pause instinct telling you not to talk about your friend with the likes of rafe. but he clearly already knows.

“oh you got a reason? you’re not just simply…nosy?” rafe gives a fake-surprised look, as you stare blankly at him.

“you’re talking as if you know me.”

“i do know you.” he replies simply.

“no, um…you don’t.” you look confused.

“yeah…i do.”

“maybe we’ve had like…one proper conversation…” you say.

“nah, more than that.” why rafe is saying such simple sentences is a bother to you.

“alright, well…just because we’ve talked a couple times doesn’t mean you ‘know’ me.” you say filling the glass up with water looking back to the sink.

“you think I pay no attention to the people on this island?”

“yeah, sure, briefly. i do the same.” you reply shrugging. “you’re acting as though you know my favourite colour or something.”

“orange.”

you look to rafe, staring at him. “what?”

he crosses his arms, placing his beer to the side. “no, obviously i don’t know your favourite colour. i’m talking about behavioural observations, not stalker material, doll.”

“i thought you weren’t one for names like that.”

“i’m not.” he replies so simply again.

you look back to him seeing that he’s not going to explain any further. “okay…” you mutter moving past him with the glass of water.

“that for kelce’s fuck buddy?” rafe asks staying against the island.

you pause “I’m sorry?”

“what’s her name again?” rafe hums. “sophie?”

“scarlet.” you say with a frown. “and she was never kelce’s fuck buddy. she liked him.”

“yeah, most do like who they fuck.” rafe turns to you.

you narrow your gaze. “your buddy kelce may have thought of it like that, but she never did.”

“hearts break.” rafe states stepping closer “big deal.”

“yeah, it is a big deal. she’s hurt. and fair enough, cause if I got treated like that I’d react the same.”

“would you?” rafe asks. “have you?”

“gotten treated like that? luckily no. but it’s because she puts herself out there way more than me. she’s confident. actually gives it a go.”

“what a star.” rafe mocks.

“you’re all talk, rafe.” you say “because if a girl hurt you like that, I’d think you’d be worse.”

“really?” he looks down at you. “and what happened to not knowing each other that well?”

“you’re a loud bully. i’d have to be deaf not to easily hear about the things you’ve done.”

“you make it sound so dramatic.” rafe scoffs.

“you are rather dramatic.”

“look, doll,” rafe begins leaning down to level with you. “you can nurse sophie back all you want, comfort her, but you’re really not helping.”

“how so? do you have a better idea to help?” you ask raising your brows.

“yeah.” rafe says darting his gaze “enjoy the party. let them deal with it.”

“deal with it? you told kelce to go scout the girls here.” you say.

“yeah, and you actually think he listened to that? kelce is a bleeding heart. sensitive like a fucking kids movie.” rafe states. “no, he’s gone to talk to her. she’s crying in the bathroom right? i guarantee he’s there too.”

“and what makes you think she’d want to see him?”

rafe shrugs. “not our problem.”

“she’s my friend. of course it’s—“

but rafe cuts in, grabbing your shoulders. “not. our. problem.” he states slowly. “you think you rushing in there is going to help? they need to talk. kelce needs to talk.” rafe chuckles. “though if I were him, I wouldn’t bother, find someone new.”

“well thank god she didn’t sleep with you.” you mutter.

“jealous?”

“oh yes.” you nod sarcastically. “wouldn’t want her stealing you away.”

rafe’s lips quirk up. “yeah?”

“you look way too happy that i said that.” you eye him.

rafe grabs his beer off the kitchen island, bringing it between you both. “drink.”

you look at the bottle then back to his face. you shake your head. but rafe just nods, bringing the bottle to your lips. you lift your hand to protest but your glass of water spills a fraction making your hands pause, and giving him enough time to tilt the beer into your mouth.

you’re instinct is to swallow, before you step back, wiping your lips. “ew, rafe.”

“do you find everything disgusting or just when it involves me?” rafe asks taking a sip of his own from the beer bottle.

you meet his gaze staying silent, as he frowns.

“i’m not some troll.” he scoffs.

“could’ve fooled m—“

but rafe cuts in. “don’t finish that.”

you press your lips together, almost smiling, despite yourself.

“don’t smile either.” this time rafe looks disgusted. “you look demented…” he then pauses. “…or pretty, hard to say.”

you scoff “great save.”

“i try.” his lips quirk up again. he looks around a moment before his smile fades, finding a certain spot behind you.

you look behind you also seeing a girl who’s gaze is hardened on you both. you shift your gaze back to rafe but he’s far closer then before. you instinctively lean back.

“don’t be annoying now.” rafe says.

“i’m just moving back.” you reply, not seeing the problem.

“hm.” rafe hums, rolling his eyes. though that action doesn’t seem to be for you, but for the girl staring.

“katie, right?” you say in reference to the girl.

“ew.” rafe replies.

“ew?”

“i thought you were well aquatinted with that word?” he steps closer to you, glaring at the girl. “what a pest.” he mutters.

you look back to katie, who’s gaze hasn’t shaken. “you with her or something?”

“don’t ever say that again.” rafe says harshly. “little bitch doesn’t know when to quit.”

“it must be that ‘wonder’ you possess.” you say shrugging.

rafe looks to you, deadpanned. “funny.”

“i’m just saying. which is why i’m confused that you’re bothered.”

“when I kiss someone, i want to like it.” rafe states blandly. “i didn’t like it, so that’s why she’s not over here and instead over there.”

you stare at him. “okay. then have you talked with her about that?”

“uh huh.” rafe says. “in one ear and out the other.”

rafe then focuses fully on you, an idea almost displayed in his eyes. you look back at him confused, your eyes darting a little nervously at the intensity of his sudden attention.

“are you a good kisser?”

rafe’s question makes you pause, even more confused, your eyes widening a fraction. “what?”

“c’mere.” he murmurs, his finger curling into one of your jean loops at your hips.

“wow, wow—“ you rush out placing your hands on his chest as he tugs you closer.

“look convincing.” he hums tilting your chin up. his lips reach yours, stepping against you.

your eyes flutter shut at the closeness. his mouth moves against yours, finding your bottom lip as his tongue drags. the suddenness of it all makes your head spin.

rafe begins to smile against your mouth, either at katie’s reaction, or potentially yours. his tongue doesn’t let up as it slides between your lips, reaching your own. his hand grabs your glass placing it aside before he reaches for your hair sliding his fingers between the strands.

your lips feel wet now, swollen, as you clench at his shirt to breath. he lets up leaning back a fraction. you’re blinking, licking your own lips in shock. you knew they were now red.

“what…what was that?” you whisper. you pause then glance back to katie who’s gaze is like thunder but she finally looks away, heading outside to the busy pool. “oh...” you say. “to make her jealous? really?”

“no, to make her leave.” rafe replies, his tone almost distant, as his gaze is stuck on your mouth. he then leans down and kisses you again, stopping your tongue from dragging along your lip repeatedly. he was far too eager this time around.

and this time you step back.

rafe nearly follows your lips.

“rafe…she’s gone, you can stop now.” you mutter fixing your hair.

rafe then murmurs. “didn’t I say if i don’t like it leave?”

“which is rather rude when you’re actually kissing a girl.” you reply, a little flustered, as you reach for the glass.

rafe slides it away. “you kissed back.”

“i was surprised.” you say.

“glad you have that instinct then.” rafe muses. to which you turn away aiming to leave the kitchen.

but rafe steps after you. “what, going back to sophie?”

“scarlet.” you say. “and yes. I’ve left her for too long.”

rafe blocks your exist. “you don’t like me, i get that. but if you want to help your friend, let them talk. and in the mean time, enjoy yourself.”

“so you’re suggesting I go outside then? maybe to the pool.” you say, as he shakes his head.

“no idiot. here. with me.”

“now that’s the kind of name i thought you’d prefer saying.” you reply. “and…no…thank you.” you say trying to move past him.

“you’re a good kisser.”

“how sweet. move please” you say.

“my god, you really hate me, huh?” he chuckles

“i dont know you enough enough to hate you.” you say “but i do dislike you…so….close.”

“at least I’m not at the far end of the spectrum.” rafe hums, getting closer and fiddling with the end of your shirt.

“you’re close.” you say trying to move his hand away.

“but not there.”

“rafe, what do you want?” you sigh, looking up at him.

“i wanna see if you look more like a ‘deer’ when my hand is actually doing something.” he murmurs for your ears only.

“I’m sorry?” i stare at him, surprised as if he hadn’t just randomly kissed you before.

“relax.” rafe murmurs, pressing against you. “ease up, baby.”

all you manage to do is stare as your body registers the feel of his.

“yeah…” he hums, tugging at your hair slightly. “like that.”

“rafe…” you say, still confused by his actions.

“come on,” he chuckles lowly. “it’s a party. don’t tell me you don’t enjoy it?”

“i do, it’s just—“

but he cuts you off, his breath hitting your cheek. “then left your shirt up, lemme see…”

your stomach fills with butterflies, your eyes darting over his face.

“listen, I’m bored.” rafe says his lips now pressed to your ear, his hand squeezing your waist. “and…i liked the kiss. so I’m thinking I’ll like the rest of you.”

“you’re—you’re just overly horny.” you say.

“and who’s fault is that?”

“hey, you were the one who kissed me.” you say.

he smiled as his hand sunk under your shirt to your stomach.

“rafe—“

“shh.” he hushed, looking down at your shirt and his hand underneath. he lifted the material. you move to grab the shirt, embarrassed at the exposure.

“please, doll, just a quick look.” he says. “none of this has to mean a thing, i promise.” his hand grips your shirt.

and strangely, as he tugs you to a darker corner of the kitchen, his hands lifting your shirt to reveal your bra, and the hum that follows, makes you wonder if he really means that promise.

because as soon as his finger traces the cup before slipping inside, and brushing right over your nipple, the look in his eyes changes.

you can’t pinpoint what it changes to, but his following action, with the grip in your hair is clearly a new promise.

if he doesn’t like it he leaves.

but what happens when he does like it?

he grins nearly cooing at your concentrated face. “don’t think too hard.” he hums as he rubs your nipple and breast making your breathing hitch. “keep that head small for me, doll. you’re a very pretty deer when caught in headlights.”

“you just like me dumb.” you say, understanding his words.

his grin merely grows, as he pushes your bra cup aside completely holding and grabbing your breast. “well, when you’re smart you’d push me away.”

you nod, as he nods too, chuckling. he then forces you to arch against him, as he leans down, keeping eye contact.

he swirls his finger around your nipple. “should I turn this red too?”

the moment his tongue reaches your nipple, tingles run up your spine. and as he begins to suck, the tease in his voice leaves him as he murmurs a simple “fuck.”

your stomach churns, as he nods, almost answering himself with a name he claims to dislike. “yeah…baby, don’t move”

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[bengals-barnesbabe]

Unattainable

Pairing: LSU!Joe Burrow X Original Fem!Character (unrequited) & LSU!Joe Burrow x BFF!Reader (eventually)

Summary: he’s the lovable quarterback that all women want to get their hands on, but none seem to successfully capture his heart.

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: 18+, language, drugs and alcohol

Asking a guy out requires strategy, asking a guy out who has girls that are friends requires a lot more technique, but asking a guy out who has a girl best friend is a hopeless task. You know when you can tell that they’re inseparable from just one encounter, but everyone assures you that there’s nothing going on between them. Yea, a horrible idea to start with. The ones- like your friends- who aren’t pursuing guys in this predicament severely underestimate the task, but continue to push you towards it.

So here you are at a party celebrating his victory on LSU’s football team and in walks Y/n. She spots you and rushes over to where you’re sitting.

“Skylar! I haven’t seen you in so long.”

Because your back is always to me.

“We should hang out sometime.”

A time when you’re not attached to his hip?

“You know what-

Her phone buzzed in her hand before she could finish. “Fuck I need to go, enjoy the rest of the party!”

She gives you a side hug then races back over to the door when in walks the man of the hour. Tall, kind, strong, confident and painfully unattainable, when she’s around nothing in the world exists to him but her and her ridiculously curly hair.

Y/n presses her lips to his ear with an urgent look on her face. Without waiting a second he takes her hand and walks back out. You don’t know what she said to get him to leave with her, but knowing them it could’ve been anything.

So here you are at a party for Joe Burrow, without Joe Burrow. A party you only attended to ask him out at, but here you are sitting by yourself. It was a dumb plan anyway.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The next time you tried to ask him out was at a bar. You were with some of your friends and everyone was having a great time getting drunk and letting loose, when Joe and his friends walked in. You immediately started fixing your hair, outfit, anything he could see if he looked over. The sounds of your friends drunk giggles filled your ears.

“God Sky, just ask him out already.”

“She’s been crushing on him for forever.”

“If you want we could help you.”

Your eyes widened, “Kylie no. No one is doing anything, going anywhere or even looking at him.”

The girl scoffed, “weren’t you just eyefucking him?”

“Maybe you’re just not his type.” A voice joining the table whispered. Gina. She once tried to ask him out as well, when he declined she took it real hard.

“Of course I’m his type, I’m brunette and curvy like his ex.” You point out.

A wicked grin rose on her face, “maybe. But you aren’t a 5 '5-5' 7 curly headed and brown skin like his new girl.”

“They’re just friends.” The words felt like sand coming out your mouth.

“You know what, I’m gonna prove to Gina that every *hiccup* one has a chance.” Kylie stumbled off her stool and walked over to his table, it was more like a baby deer walking for the first time, then fell into him.

“Oh my god.” You cringed for her.

“She’s fucking stupid.”

“Gina, shut the fuck up.”

Over at Joe’s table, some of his friends were laughing at Kylie’s attempts at flirting with him, while y/n just looked amused. They ‘chat’ for a few minutes before you hear Ky say, “would you like to go out sometime?” You know his answer is probably going to be a no, but it’s all about how he answers and it was telling.

His cheeks blush a bit, some from the alcohol and from her question. Then he looks up at Kylie, but glances at y/n, who was now over at the bar, for more than a few seconds. You leave your seat before she comes back to the table. As you walk past the bar y/n smiles and waves at you before taking her drinks back to their table.

Why does she have to be nice?

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Walking into the victory party rushes a wave of deja vu over your body. This entire season felt like one giant celebration which was great for LSU, but you were partied out by now. Kylie invited you because she’s an LSU legacy, so this was a euphoric experience for her. You just wanted to find a random corner and maybe a joint to relax. Luckily there was an entire lounge full of stoners to keep your company.

An hour into the party Kylie came to check on you and immediately started laughing at your current state. “Sky, I think you’re living up to your name right now.”

You smiled up at her with lidded eyes. “This is all I ever want in life Ky.”

“Ok bubs.”

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Joe was on the other side of the lounge with his own drug of choice. You didn’t seem to notice him until his name was being shouted out.

Kylie looks over her shoulder and sees him. “Sky…”

You look around her and there he is, sitting with one leg propped on the other, LSU snapback backwards on his head and a cigar in hand. “He’s so hot, but so not worth it.”

“Since when? You’ve been trying to ask him out all year.”

You shook your head and took a deep breath. “Exactly all year it never worked out because he’s in love with her.”

“Who?”

“Her.”

Looking back over at him, Kylie watches as a girl with waist length braids walks over to him and sits on the couch.

── ⋆⋅ ♡ ⋅⋆ ──

“You asshole, you left me with the Js to get bodied in beer pong.” You pout reaching over for his forgotten cup. “What is this?”

“Don’t laugh.”

Like a reflex, a smile pushes your cheeks up. “Why would I laugh?”

Rolling his eyes. “Because I know you.”

“Fine I won’t laugh. Now tell me.”

“It’s lemonade with a shot of vodka.”

You finally take a sip of it. “It’s not bad, why would I laugh at that?”

“Because I had to cut open a CapriSun for the lemonade.” His face flushed at the confession and tried to look away.

“You’re so cute.” You smiled and turned his head back towards you.

“Yea, that’s a lot coming from the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” He takes your drink and sets it on the ground then puts out his cigar.

His eyes meet yours as you unconsciously scratch the back of his head with your fingers. “That’s sweet, but I’m not- JOEY!”

Without warning he lifts you up onto his lap, his arms go around your waist and yours wrap around his neck. You feel your face get hot, “what are you doing?”

“What I should’ve done a long time ago.” Then his hands bring your face to his and kisses you.

You freeze for a moment before melting against his soft lips and inhaling the rich spice from his mouth. His cap is knocked off as your fingers glide through his silky hair. A deep groan is sucked into your mouth and his arms tighten their hold on your body.

You’re on a cloud of pure bliss just the two of you until a few whistles are heard from the ground. He pecks your bruised lips once more before you hide in his neck.

“What took you so long?” Your giggles vibrate into his collar.

“You didn’t give me many signs.” You pushed yourself off his shoulder with enough force to almost end up on the ground, luckily his arms stabilized you.

“Joseph.”

“Hey it’s true, it’s not like you were the jealous girl who pushed people away from me. You tried to set me up with Skylar once.” He defends.

“Yea because I’m a nice person and yall would be cute together.”

“See you didn’t make anything easy for me.” He smirked.

Your eyes rolled so far back you could watch the memories of him with other girls. “I can’t with you.”

“Too bad, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I hate-

He ambushes your lips with a fervent desire that ends up with your teeth clashing as you start laughing. “Is this your way of getting me to stop now?”

“Yup.” And kisses you once more.

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[biting-miguel-ohara]

Cabin - Logan Howlett x ftm!Reader

A/N: Written for this request. I hope I did it okay. I left a lot of things vague, but I didn't wanna make up a situation for this one. Also, if anyone saw this post early, no you didn’t

I hope Logan doesn't come off as too ooc. Writing him getting angry around Reader didn't feel right for the request, so l wrote it like this instead

CW: crying, unsafe driving (due to crying), family fights, Reader has a toxic mother, I think this counts as hurt/comfort?, more crying, quiet comfort, cuddling, kissing, hugging, Logan's more of an actions guy than a words guy, hopeful ending sorta?, ooc Logan

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You were crying while driving. It’s a little bit disheartening; how well you know this road by now. How easily you can navigate it, even with your tear-blurred vision.

But you don’t stop. You can’t. Where else do you go?

It’s not the first time you’ve driven up this road after a fight with your mother. But this time was different.

You’d finally gotten the courage to come out to her. To set her straight about who you really are. And of course, everything had fallen apart the moment you’d spoken the words, “I’m trans.”

Hell hath no fury like your mother. Even now, you flinch at the memory. You push it out of your mind forcefully. The last thing you want is to start bawling and have to pull over.

Pulling over means stopping. And stopping means facing the fact that you have four boxes in the back of your car, filled with everything she let you take.

All too soon, you’re arriving at your destination. Logan’s house. It’s small. Tucked away in the mountains. Cozy, with a beautiful view.

It’s become your safe place. The one place your mother’s too scared to venture. It’s home.

And now it may really become your home.

You take the time to clean your face up. Making it look a little less like you’ve been crying. He’ll be able to tell; you already know. But it helps you focus on something.

Finally, you exit your car. You leave the boxes in the back, taking only yourself as you walk up to the front door. His truck is in the driveway, so you open the door without knocking.

“Logan?”

“In the living room.” His voice is gruff and immediately soothing. Just the sound has a weight lifting off your shoulders.

You go further in, toeing off your shoes at the doorway.

He’s lounging in the living room, comfortably sprawled on the couch. He’s reading a book, though he puts it down once you enter. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

Something breaks in your chest at his question. Your heart, maybe. Tears spring to your eyes and your voice comes out shaky. “I got kicked out.”

Logan sits up, beckoning you to come closer. “Come here. Tell me what happened.”

You make it into the safety of his arms before everything spills out with a sob. And oh, you tell him everything.

You can feel him tense as you speak, but he never gets angry. He never says anything. He just holds you.

Once you’re all done, he rubs your back. Quietly soothing you into soft hiccups of breath. Your tears have all dried up, leaving your eyes itchy and sore. You feel like shit, except for the fact that you're with him.

“Say something?” You whisper.

He rumbles out a sigh. “I’m here for you. Whatever you need. A place to stay, a voice against her. I’ll do whatever it is you want me to.”

You think about what you want. What you need. “I want to stay here. Will you help me get the boxes out of my car?”

He pulls you in for a gentle kiss and nods. But he hesitates before getting up. “No matter who you are, you’re always safe here. You’re always safe to be yourself.”

It’s gruffly said, but clearly heartfelt. You know he’s rarely so direct about it; preferring unspoken ways of love to words. But he’s doing it for you.

You hug him tightly, a silent appreciation of his words. He’s never been one for grandiose displays of affection or comfort. Instead, he’s your cabin in the mountains. Quiet. Steady. Always there when you need it.

It gives you hope. Confidence. Logan’s got your back. Whatever you decide to do, whatever ways you choose to continue on, he’ll go with you.

It gives you the strength to stand up, gather your shoes, and lead him out to finally face the boxes in your car.

No matter what, you’ve got Logan. And she can never take that away from you.

Logan Howlett Taglist: @yhlqmdlg @alekkkkssss

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

The Jealous One pt 4

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Reader

Words: 1515

Hiccup is passive aggressive. You’re mad. He doesn’t do anything about it (yet).

Tags: fem!reader, silly, ambiguous timeline, Snotlout Jorgenson, Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston, Jealous!Hiccup, Post RoB/DoB, Pre-RTTE

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“I don’t think Snotlout realizes he can like Ruffnut yet, but Fishlegs definitely likes Ruffnut,” You said confidently, pulling up pond weeds with your hands.

Your trousers were rolled up to your ankles, one side of your skirt tucked into your waistband as your toes dug into the silt close to the shore.

Hiccup was beside you, wading in a similar fashion, although it was a bit difficult to hike up both his pantslegs when one was otherwise occupied with his prosthetic. 

The trees were incredibly tall around you, enough to block out all light around the pond. Just a few beams filtered through the topmost leaves, filling the forest floor with a heady yellow glow, mites and other things filtering through them, dancing like fairies to a tune only they knew, lighting up the dark waters.

Behind you was an old, abandoned dock, small and molded and falling apart, and besides that, a bucket which you used to toss aside weeds. 

Indeed, you were deep, deep in the forests around Berk, where only mystical and mysterious things ever seemed to happen.

“Really-?” Hiccup asked, voice high as his spirits seemed to be, “There’s a large one to your left.” 

He indicated with a nod as you glanced over towards him, once again dipping your arms with your rolled-up sleeves into the water, sifting around until you found what he was motioning towards. 

A long, dark-green frond of something which pulled easily from the mix below.

“...Is this what you and Fishlegs were talking about before?” You asked, also noticeably, to yourself, a lot less gloomy. You too had been feeling high of spirits, enough to make you feel as if you had broken your old moping patterns, “The weeds.”

It was a pleasant surprise, when Hiccup had come to you asking for help picking weeds from the water.

You wondered which plant was the subject of his interest or his ire now? What plant had the dragons been interacting with this time, to pull his attention? Was it the Rush, or the Pendula? Maybe another plant, one that ended up being from the forest floor instead? 

You felt bad still, for not meeting him by the Great Hall.

You knew he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between them, the same way he thought most skulls looked the same.

“Not really?” Hiccup tried, rubbing his hand down his shirt before ruffling the hair at the back of his own head as he tossed a long bunch of wet weeds back, the water sloshing around his ankles, artificial and otherwise, “Not specifically.”

“Specifically?” You took a moment to stare at him with your eyebrow raised.

“Barf and Belch.”

You hummed casually, though you had your ears perked.

You didn’t care at all to keep track of the Twins’ dragons so this was news to you.

“Belch hasn’t been able to fly straight with his other head in a while. Not always, but they’ve been sneaking off to who-knows-where. In short, we think he’s hallucinating. He had… Something, in his teeth. He was hanging around the water the last time- he was dripping wet. Not salt water. Tuffnut… tested that.”

You winced at the mention, “-So you think whatever it was that caused him to act stupid’s been floating around in one of these ponds.”

“Right,” Hiccup nodded.

“Sounds easy enough,” You nodded in return.

“Yeah, so…” Hiccup tried, half-joking in a way that made the invisible hairs on your back prickle, alert, “I’ve been… Meaning to ask. What’s been going on with you and Snotlout? And the others? I’m pretty sure the Jorgensons are getting ready for the two of you to get married.”

“I’d hope not,” You rolled your eyes at him wearily, beginning the slow slog back to the docks behind you, legs pushing through murky water. You were half afraid it would end up making you sick, “I wouldn’t marry him.”

Really, though, why did he care?

“So… You’re not interested in him?”

“Never,” You scoffed, “Not in a million years.”

You were glad that he wasn’t angry- he didn’t seem it, anyways, not at you for accidentally ditching him… if he remembered anything about your plans at all. You didn’t want to bring it up in case he did and that reminded him of anything, pulling up memories like a sharp tripwire. Some things were better off just left unspoken.

You still felt bad, though.

He finally sat down to pull up his own prosthetic, tugging aside the soggy pants leg just above, stitched to cover his stump like a sock.

“Well, that’s not what everyone else thinks,” He said as he turned away, moving continuously with a certain lilt to his voice that made it sound sort of final.

Tuffnut and Snotlout and Ruffnut usually said the same in a voice that seemed more sing-song, though you were certain Hiccup couldn’t ever hold that sort of tone without it sounding weird, or out of place.

“What are you getting at?” You sniped, stomach dropping, “Are you feeling fine? You’re not mad, are you? About before?”

Hiccup’s shoulder’s seemed to jump, nose wrinkling as he grimaced.

“Yup, great… You left me behind, remember,” Hiccup said sarcastically, drily, “So, you know, I’m feeling so warm and fuzzy and loved. So, how are you, by the way? I never really got an explanation for that.”

You grimaced, resisting the urge to bristle at that, knowing in half that he was just baiting you. 

You finished pulling up your boot, stuffing your pants leg into the fur lining, feeling incredulous.

You finally understood what it meant for the others, when they said they were annoyed by Hiccup. His sarcasm didn’t seem so funny when you were on the other end of it.

Now you just felt bitter and annoyed.

Pot-kettle. 

Well, if he wanted something to scoff at then he’d get something to scoff at.

“Oh, thank you,” You nodded sarcastically, hand braced against your knee, in an action that was more Astrid-like than you would have preferred it to be, “I’m great.”

Hiccup scoffed again, and you felt another spike of irritation in your chest that you weren’t inclined to smother.

Instead, you yanked on the handle of the bucket, tugging it upwards and nearly wrenching your arm with the force of it, and the weight of the bucket, made heavier by the plants and water inside, and dumped it over his head.

“I-uh, ah-ha!” His voice started normal but hitting a higher nasal as it peaked, the contents of the bucket dumping over his face and pasting his hair to his cheeks, water-darkened and tangled with pond plants.

Hiccup stopped for a second, choking on his spit, looking at you incredulously, astonished and definitely upset. 

How things could have gone so sour so fast was lost on you.

You glared at him, “Having fun picking that up all on your own.”

Then you marched off, kicking back through the undergrowth as you made it your mission to get as far away as possible.

“You messed up, dude,” Tuffnut spoke with faux wisdom, with words supposed to trigger something in you like you cared at all what he thought, or agreed that somehow in some way he might have known better.

Twins had a certain air about them. They took themselves more seriously than anything else, a level of self-involvement that made it seem like their words had merit whenever they said things of the soul-searching. Most people put their advice above all others, some even vyed it, not that the Twins would ever help anyone on purpose.

You thought they were just stupid.

You’d long since ceased to be fond of it.

It was obvious he had no idea what he was talking about, and it just made you mad.

You missed when you were miserable, because it made everything else feel duller.

“Yeah, well, how do you think I felt?” You asked, incensed, “After he spent all that time blowing me off to hang out with you guys?”

You shouted frustratedly, a nonsensical thing, as you grabbed at the air.

“It was well something well deserved and if he can’t pull his head out of his- if he can’t pull your helmet horns out of his ass long enough to see it then I don’t need it-! You-! Him. The whole lot of you!” You snarked, feeling incredibly hostile as you marched off for the second time that day.

Hiccup stood, rubbing his chin with his hand, leaning against the wooden side of a hut feeling slightly stressed.

He’d… Overheard your shouting.

You’d seemed fine, but then again, your fine was kind of… not. He thought you’d have found someone else to hang out with. 

It hadn’t seemed like that big of a deal at the time. He’d always talked about wanting to be friends with the others, and you’d never said anything against it. You hadn’t. But he got it now. The shoe was on the other… prosthetic.

It was all karma.

He really did mess up, didn’t he?

[bi-bi-want-dragon]

Hiccstrid Week 2024

Day 3: to discover / to explore || braids

Astrid groaned as the morning sun cut through the door of her hut. She was in bed much later than usual, and she was still in no hurry to get up. Her whole body ached from the previous day’s Dragon Hunter attack, particularly her-

“Ah!” Astrid hissed as she absentmindedly tried to use her right hand to sit herself up. She immediately took her weight off the hand, falling back in bed and cradling it to her chest. Dammit, Hiccup was right. It was broken for sure, at least her fingers were. She groaned internally as she imagined the “I told you so” that would surely be coming.

Getting dressed was an uphill battle to say the least. By the time she was finished the aching in her hand had gotten so bad she could confidently count her heartbeat from her fingers. She thought maybe she’d be lucky enough that her braid had held up through the night, but when she felt her hair with her uninjured left hand she could tell it had fallen out. She sighed. This was going to hurt.

She had managed to undo her hair and brush through it with her left hand alone. She pulled the top of her hair back and tried to braid without bending the fingers of her right hand, but that proved quite difficult. So she thought she could just push through the pain and get it done quickly.

That quickly ended in screaming and cursing. Mostly cursing.

“Uh, Astrid? Everything alright?”

She stifled a groan. Here we go. “Yeah, Hiccup, I’m fine.” She must have missed the sound of his footsteps under her yelling.

She expected a sarcastic quip, but when he didn’t say anything she turned to look at him. He was just staring at her from the doorway, eyes wide and mouth just slightly ajar. Astrid blushed, realizing he’d never seen her with her hair down. Even Toothless noticed his best friend’s trance, though he merely rolled his eyes and found a comfy place to lay down and watch the show just inside the door.

She pushed the hair on the left side of her face behind her ear. “I, uh… Just having trouble with the braid.”

Hiccup slowly blinked back to life. “T-trouble with the… Because of your hand?”

She flinched. “Maybe.”

Hiccup hesitated - a first, Astrid noted - before he stepped into her hut and slowly crossed the distance between them. His eyes stayed mostly on the floor until he reached out his hand as he approached her. “Let me see,” he gently requested.

Astrid quietly held out her right hand, struggling to find a comfortable way to hold her fingers.

He leaned over and gently cupped her hand in his, hovering his other hand over them as he carefully inspected the damage. He turned her hand over in his a few times, just barely grazing over her skin with his rough, worn fingers. It felt nice, like stroking a piece of old, well-worn leather.

Hiccup shook his head. “I don’t like the way this bruising looks. I knew we should have splinted it last night.” He looked up at her, and Astrid couldn’t help but notice his eyes stealing glances at her hair. “If you come by after you’ve gotten something to eat, I should have something ready for you by then. Shouldn’t take me too long to make.”

Astrid sighed. So much for training today. “Alright, fine. I’ll come over soon. If I can ever get this hair braided, that is,” she added, brushing the loose strands back again. She hated how it blocked her vision when it fell forward.

“Well it looks pretty like that,” he offered.

Astrid blushed.

Hiccup’s eyes widened slightly. “P-p-pretty d-different, I mean, it’s-it’s different. Good different! It looks- It’s a good look on you, it’s good.”

Astrid couldn’t help smiling. “Thanks, Hiccup.”

He nodded, avoiding eye contact now. “Uh… You know, if, uh…” He scratched his face and pushed his hair back. “I-I could braid your hair for you, if you want.”

Astrid raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“I mean, I braid my hair all the time,” he quipped, gesturing to the tiny braids behind his ear.

Astrid chuckled. “Are you sure? I do have a lot more hair than that.”

He shrugged in that bouncy, hand-waving, Hiccup-y way. “Talk me through it. I’m a fast learner.”

Astrid smiled and held out the tie for her hair. “Alright, go for it.”

She had to admit, it felt nice having someone else brush her hair. A strand or two would occasionally catch on a break in his skin on his hand, but she didn’t mind. He was gentle and slow, making sure to not pull too hard. Astrid found herself closing her eyes and relaxing into his touch far too easily. She smiled softly to herself. She could already feel that it wasn’t going to be the tightest or neatest braid she’d had by far. But he could only get better with practice, right?

Maybe letting him do her braids for a while wouldn’t be so bad.

[everydayyoulovemeless]

FNV Companions (+Christine and Benny) With A Shy!Courier

➼ Word Count » 0.6k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic

Boone doesn't mind it, as long as you can hold you're own he'll be content. He doesn't mind protecting you, he just doesn't want to end up being a constant bodyguard for you, so if that's what you're looking for, he's not the guy. He can be incredibly blunt or harsh in his statements whether that flusters you or not, so be aware. Despite the obvious difference, the two of you actually have much more in common than you might think and can tell what the other is saying through simple actions or facial expressions. You both can work well together if you can overcome a few hiccups along the way and find ways to use each other's skills to benefit you both better.

Arcade doesn't mind that you're shy, as long as you know what you're doing. He's fairly quiet himself and doesn't mind talking for you if you end up getting too flustered or overwhelmed. He's very soft with you, you remind him of some of the other Follower's he's seen throughout his time, and tries his best to work around you're nervousness.

Raul also doesn't care. He likes to tease you and get you all flustered, mostly because he thinks it's crazy that you're willingly going on this revenge journey and can't take light flirting, but otherwise, he's nice about it. He'll talk to you and you can just listen and he'll be content with it.

Lily is so gentle with you. She talks quieter and finds herself being way more protective over you than she normally is of people. She honestly just wants you to feel safe and comfortable around her and will do whatever is necessary to accomplish that for you.

Cass loves to say the most outrageously crude things just to get you all embarrassed. She thinks you're the cutest thing. She's constantly trying to force you out of your comfort zone, even if it feels a bit much at times.

Veronica’s quick to defend you in any given situation. She doesn’t mind your more closed-off nature and has so much fun just rambling about anything to you. She won't force you to do anything you don't want to but finds it adorable if you get flustered when you wear dresses.

Rex has a habit of growling at people who seem to make you nervous, but other than that, he won't do much.

ED-E starts to nudge you forward when he notices you doubting or second-guessing yourself. It's his way of trying to boost your confidence, even if he just ends up pushing you over.

Christine doesn't really have an opinion. As long as it doesn't get in the way of her goal, why should she care? Although, when she loses her voice she might be slightly annoyed if you can't help translate her gestures and communicate for her.

Benny thinks it's adorable that you're this shy and still decided to come all the way out here to kill him. He finds it really hard to take you seriously when all you do is stutter and avert your eyes. He'll laugh you off and shoo you away. A lot of his actions will just end up coming off as domineering but it’s only cause he doesn’t believe you’ve ever hurt a fly in your life. You're not a threat to him, so why should he treat you as one?

[dewracle]

Revenge of The Fallen

PAIRING - Sleep Token Vessel x II, Vessel x III x IV, Vessel x Male! Oc!

WARNING - NSFW!! Past Abuse, Anal Sex, Slight Blood Kink, Cock Piercings, Angst + Hurt/Comfort, Slight Non-Con

SUMMARY - Vessel came crawling back to the numerals after his years of “abandoning” them. He seeks their love but only finds the pain he had left them with

AUTHOR’S NOTE - If you notice, I use the name "Ve" a lot and it's more explained at the bottom, but to me, Ve is my character version of Vessel. This was also heavily inspired by and slightly a gift for an artist I love.

Masterlist - Link To Fic On Ao3!

Fear can be seen in so many different ways, presents itself in a way that many cannot see. It could be something that others enjoy while you freeze and cry. Or it could be something you used to enjoy…

Vessel used to enjoy the tight heat of II’s hole wrapping around his aching cock. He used to enjoy the feeling of riling up III till he fucked his ass sore. He couldn’t get enough of the way IV would glare at him through wet eyelashes, his pretty mouth stretched around his cock as Vessel gagged the man stupid.

So why was it now he felt the smallest bit of fear in his stomach as II lowered himself onto his cock? Ve’s normal cocky and confident demeanor that the boys had grown used to, tolerated even though they hated, was now replaced with a soft sad one.

“Ve..?” II questioned breathlessly, his hole twitching and fluttering around the thick cock, “Are you crying…?”

Ve swallowed back the thick lump in his throat, clearing his throat just enough to speak, “N-no… I’m-“

His words didn’t mean to convince II, but they didn’t have to as a flash of relief washed over II’s face. Ve knew that look from his past, from himself. He knew that II felt this was his way of getting revenge.

“Thank you for rescuing us,” II moaned out, slowly lowering his hips, “But you hurt us just as much as our past.”

Ve whimpered softly, fresh waves of tears pricking in his eyes. He squirmed as the hot sensation of II sucking him in mixed with the equally warm feeling of fear. “You used to make me ride you like this, make me take you when I didn’t want to. All because of what?”

“Y-your heat…” Ve gasped out, fisting the sheets underneath him as II dropped his hips flush against his. The smaller moaned loudly, pressing a hand against his stomach and rolling his hips.

If the first was a smart man he would look down, look where their bodies collect and where II’s hole perfectly stretched to take him, but Ve was not. He tossed his head back, gasping and kicking his legs as pleasure and fear ran through him. His mind screamed for him to push II away but it also faintly whispered I love him

II slammed his hands on Ve’s shoulders, balancing himself as Ve’s kicking caused his cock to rut into him. They gasped, freezing as II clenched around Ve’s cock, his gummy walls hugging around the Prince Albert piercing.

“Can you still knot? Fuck please tell me you can still knot!” II nearly begged as he began a desperate pace of bouncing on Ve’s cock.

The singer let out a strained moan at the sudden pace. He closed his eyes tightly, basking in the way II’s breathy moans edged him on. He couldn’t help but drool as his back attempted to arch, II’s wet hole sucking him deeper and deeper, begging to be bred like before.

II’s hand quickly wrapped around Ve’s throat, applying pressure and choking him as he leaned forward, ass bouncing on Ve’s tense thighs. “Thank you, Vessel… You gave me my beautiful boyfriends.”

Ve’s eyes snapped open as he grabbed II’s hips, lifting the offender up just enough so he could find his footing. II grunted, releasing Ve’s throat with a shocked scream as Ve slammed his cock upwards. He sobbed loudly, lip trembling as he forced himself to fuck into the pathetic hole.

“I wanted to be your- boyfriend! I wanted to be loved! You were mine first!” Ve sobbed, hiccuping as fear was replaced with anguish.

It had to be some type of sick joke to II as he clawed away at Ve’s shoulder, his hole soaking the cock inside of him with a fresh wave of slick. He screamed, clenching around Ve’s abuse, hole aching and puffy. But it didn’t stop him from burying his face into Ve’s neck, his hot breath ghosting over the decapitation scars of the other.

II’s small body, his whining moans, and the repetitive breed me- knot me, tugged at Ve’s soul. His cock twitched, kicked, and oozed to help lubricant II’s hole, preparing him for the thick knot Sleep had gifted him with.

“Lock me in place and I’ll tell you I love you!” II screamed as his abdomen clenched, hole tightening roughly as he came all over Ve’s cock.

The blonde grunted, clawing at II’s back like old times as he forced II open once more. His knot popped into the smaller with a wet squelch, their mixed cums attempting to ooze around his cock. But II refused, refused to let any bit of Ve’s cum go to waste.

He rolled his hips, clenching and burying the man’s cock deeper inside of him. Vessel jerked with the moment, whimpering loudly as his over-sensitive knot was tugged out.

“Please…” He muttered sleepily, his body slowly beginning to sag as the adrenaline wore off.

II licked his jaw, kissing it gently as he relaxed against him. “I finally got to consume you Ve…”

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Ve was woken but the twist in his stomach, a gentle cramping that made him groan in confusion. He sleepily rubbed his eyes, muttering out a soft “Mmph…?”

He shivered, suddenly realizing just how cold he was. Reaching down, Ve attempted to grab at the blankets to cover himself, but a tight grip prevented him. A small whimper of pain fell from his soft lips, the fingers digging into his pale skin promptly leaving bruises.

"Fuck, you woke him up-" A voice whispered harshly, clearly pissed off that Ve had woken up, "It's not my fault! His asshole just looks so fucking good..!"

Ve hummed softly, almost happy that someone thought he looked good. It was rare he was told that anymore, not after the scar from his stomach to the root of his cock was created. He internally winced at the moment of Sleep dragging his finger across the scar.

"Vessel~" One of the voices purred close to his ear, his voice dripped with seductive and lust, "Open those pretty eyes for us."

But he didn't want to, he wanted to stay in the sleepy state where nothing could go wrong. He didn't want to think about the grip on his wrist or how the cramping in his stomach was most likely from someone entering his hole. "Didn't you want to see us again?"

IV, he knew that voice, longed for it, and spent many nights jerking himself off to the thought of the other's mouth. Ve whined and carefully opened his eyes, meeting IV's. The eyes he fell in love with, the eyes that poured beautiful tears as he was ruined by Vessel. He wanted nothing more but to lean forward and take IV’s soft lips into his, to kiss him and tell him he was sorry. But the clip of a cap startled him, forcing Ve to look between his legs.

There kneeled the other he had missed so dearly, III beautifully nude with his long pierced cock on display. It hung heavy between the taller’s legs, thick and dripping with need. The bracelets on III’s wrist clacked together as he moved his hand inside of Ve’s hole, fingers curling upwards to dig for his prostate. Ve tensed, legs drawing up in pain as he realized III wasn’t stopping at the normal three fingers, instead, he was pushing for four, five, his own fist. He let out a pained cry as he stared down at the slight bulge in his stomach, III was so deep inside of him, pushing his fist in and out of his lube-slicked hole.

“Holy shit! He’s actually taking it! IV, you can fit now!” III laughed happily, pulling his fist from out of Ve’s now gaping and loose hole. He cried, trembling as his body had gotten used to the fullness, now aching with slight pain and want. “Then do you want his mouth instead?”

III bit his lip, staring down at Ve’s openness as IV shifted to kneel beside him. They ignored Ve’s whimpers opting to stare at his hole fluttering for more. Gods did he feel like a whore but he needed them, needed them in the way he was never able to experience.

“Please…” Ve whimpered out, rolling on his stomach and trapping his semi-hard cock against the messy sheets. The pair paused in slight shock as they watched Ve shift to his knees, back arching downwards as he presented himself for them. “I- I’ll do anything, just please…”

Ve’s voice cracked roughly as the tears welled up in his eyes again, they began to hurt with how much he had already cried today. From his cock being used by II to this, Ve no longer cared as long as he was being touched by the people he loved.

IV shifted behind Ve and pushed his legs open with his knees to force Ve into a much wider stance. His rough hands palmed and groped Ve’s ass, spreading him open further to expose that small gape that III had fisted into him. “Take his mouth, I honestly don’t want to hear him cry anymore.”

“So cruel Ivy~ Is this how you treat our little II?” III chuckled as he repositioned himself to sit in front of Ve. He scooted forward and wrapped the clean fist in Ve’s hair, it allowed him to yank the crying man to his cock. IV looked up, careful to watch as III grasped his cock in hand.

“Never this cruel, my loves deserve better than this pathetic whore.” IV said sweetly over Ve, it stung deep.

III shrugged happy that his boyfriend was at least find to their other lover. “I mean at least Vessel can be used like a toy.”

Ve’s sobs grew louder at the word ‘vessel’, he hated it with a passion but yet again if they wished to call him such, he would allow it.

The pathetic excuse of a man leaned forward through his snotty sniffles and tracked his tongue around the lowest barbell of III’s Jacob’s Ladder. He mewled and relaxed into the harsh touches as he finally tasted III after so many years. III jerked and snapped his eyes down to Ve’s face, glaring as he tapped the tip across the singer’s face. “He’s an impatient bastard like always, knew he would never change.”

III smeared his pre-cum across Ve’s face, laughing as the man pathetically whined and opened his mouth seeking his cock. He teased the toy, teased until he looked up at IV who was glaring at him harshly. “Are you done? Just feed him your cock so I don’t have to deal with his whining when I put it in.”

“You’re no fun,” III pouted and pulled Ve’s head back to slot his salty tip against the drooling waiting mouth, “Are you gonna bleed him?”

IV paused with knitted eyebrows and shook his head, now was not the time for blood, they could feast on the body of their savior later. Instead, he lined himself up with Ve’s hole and rubbed the tip of his thick veiny cock against his rim. The bottom open mouth moaned and thrust his hips backward in an attempt to possibly force IV to slip inside, but his pathetic try was met with a palm to his ass.

He moaned loudly as his cock began to form a thick line of drool that now puddled and soaked into the bedding. Both of the men stared at Ve as they slowly pushed inside of his body, Ve’s mouth clicking wetly as III pushed inside the warmth, IV groaning and grunting as Ve’s almost too-tight hole swallowed him down. It was nearly a fever dream with how fucking full Ve felt with their cocks inside of both his cocks, he felt used in the best way as he cried out around III’s cock.

“Holy- Shit!” III exclaimed as he forced Ve to bob his head, “I’ve never had his mouth before- Oh my god his tongue…”

IV chuckled and gripped Ve’s hips, holding him tightly as he pushed further in and bottoming out. Ve let out a mute scream, his legs tensing and body trembling due to having taken IV for the first time. His mind went blank, his knot not even having time to fully swell as he came painfully. III’s jaw dropped open as he watched Ve’s body squirm and then relax fully into their grasp, his cock twitched heavily, pouring another round of pre-cum into Ve’s mouth.

The man swallowed on instinct and suckled on III’s cock helplessly as he shook his ass begging for more cock. IV grunted and pulled out slowly, leaving roughly half of his length inside of Ve before taking a deep breath through his nose, staring deeply into III’s eyes. “Don’t let him bite your pretty cock off.”

Both men underneath IV shuddered at his words, III’s face flushed brightly as he nodded and swallowed his own spit. He squirmed as pushed Ve further down on his cock, holding his jaw open with a tight grip. “Y-yes sir.”

IV’s eyes darkened with lust and hate as he forced Ve’s hole to take his girth, pounding deep inside of the man with little to no regrade. Every thrust forced Ve to jerk forward onto III’s cock, IV practically using Ve’s mouth to jerk III off.

They both groaned loudly at Ve’s pathetic whimpers and the way his body just so willingly gave up to them. III’s cock was covered in drool, the spit leaked down past his balls and to his taint, ripping a shiver from the taller. He held eye contact with IV just in time for Ve to swipe his tongue lower, lapping up his own drool from III’s balls.

“He’s squeezing my cock so fucking good,” IV growled out as he dug his fingers into the fat on Ve’s hips, “See why you always begged for him.”

III tensed up slightly, rolling his hips upwards into Ve’s mouth, gagging him. He shot IV a pleading look before quickly pulling Ve’s mouth off of his cock forgetting the smaller needed to breathe. As he pulled the singer off, a line of thick drool connected Ve’s abused, swollen lips to his flushed cock head.

“P-lease…” Ve pleaded as he dipped his head back down, lapping at III’s balls in a pleasure-drunk haze. III jerked in shock, cock throbbing as Ve’s broken voice begged for him. But IV laughed and shifted his hips, angling them to where he believed Ve’s prostate rested. He inhaled sharply as the tip of his cock rammed against the bundle of nerves and forced Ve to keen out in shock.

“I’ll be good I’ll be good!” IV continued to fuck into the nerves as III pet Ve through the nearly abusive thrusts, “Wanna be your good boy!”

Pathetic whimpers and whines were shut up as III got frustrated with the lack of attention to his cock, he forced Ve’s head up just enough to fuck into his blabbering mouth. Ve drooled and gagged as III left no room for kindness, fucking deep inside his throat similar to how IV fucked his asshole.

IV felt Ve’s body tense up once more, felt his walls attempting to clamp down on his cock to still his moment, but his thrusts did not stop. Instead, he sped up, quickening the pace into downright animalistic as he fucked Ve through yet another orgasm. His cock still hung loosely between his legs, knot painfully inflated with no satisfaction to be had.

“IV- IV, Gonna cum in his mouth- Gonna fill it fuck!” III gasped out, drilling his cock into Ve’s throat. He ignored the way Ve clawed at his thighs, ignored how the man’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. No, he moaned in pleasure as he watched Ve teetered on the verge of passing out.

III forced his cock into Ve’s throat just as IV buried himself to the hilt inside of the man’s ass. A dual set of moans and groans filled the room as both men filled their shared ends of Ve with their cum. III didn’t want to pull out, but the feeling of Ve’s throat closing around his softening cock forced him to. The pathetic fuck toy attempted to swallow to consume III’s seed but was unsuccessful as some dribbled out as III yanked him off of his cock.

“He’s a fucking mess…” III muttered as Ve laid his head on his thigh, twitching and gasping for air. Tear stains streaked down his cheeks, mixing with the copious amounts of semen and drool. “Are you gonna pull out of him?”

It took a moment for III’s words to register with IV but he nodded and pulled out of Ve’s hole. Without his cock inside to plug the cum, it began to leak out and down Ve’s sack. IV grabbed the towel he had prepared and wiped his cock off before tossing it to III to do the same. Neither made an effort to go out of their way to clean up Ve as he fell into his own mess of cum.

“Is this what it was like to consume us Vessel? To take from us?” IV asked with venom in his tone, “If so, you’re a pathetic excuse of a man.”

Vessel giggled and curled in on himself as III stood up. His mind was fuzzy, empty as he was rolled onto his back once more. He stared up at III with so much love it made the man pause. “You wanted to taste him one last time III, go ahead.”

There was a storm of emotions behind the beautiful eyes of III’s as he stared down at Ve. The cock drunk, giggling man only opened his arms and smiled. “You can have it, I know you always loved it.”

So III kneeled beside Ve, eyes locked onto his stomach, just next to the ugly scar Sleep had left the man with. He took a deep breath as Ve’s giggling came to a stop, and sunk his teeth deep into the first’s stomach. A scream erupted from Ve as he felt the pain of teeth breaking skin, but his scream slowly turned into a moan as he praised III for being so good. “Matching scars… You can- Such a good boy.”

The bassist groaned and lapped up the blood that bubbled around his sharp teeth, a gift given to him by Sleep. He relaxed and pulled away when IV began to rub his back, allowing him some form of comfort as he realized he was the one crying now. IV shook his head and glared at Ve before dragging III out of the room.

The pathetic toy curled up once more, rubbing at the bite mark with a pleased smile. “He consumed me..!”

####

For the first time since reuniting with the numerals, Ve woke up on his own. No one seemed to harm him, no one was there to touch him and or to use him to orgasm, instead, he was placed in a cozy warm bed. He nuzzled into the pillow, smiling softly as the warmth of the bed welcomed him in. The crickets and overall silence told him it was late at night, something he would appreciate.

Ve yawned and uncurled, stretching his sore limps out with a soft pleased groan. His back and hips no longer hurt, and his throat while still sore, did not make him cough. He felt happy and content for once, he was okay.

“Did you sleep well?” A voice from the edge of the bed forced Ve to sit up quickly, panic flooding back through him as he assumed one of the others were here to play again. The man chuckled and shook his head, the dark hair shaking and covering his eyes, “Baby, you’re fine.”

Him. It was him. A sob of relief flooded Ve as he crawled to hug Zyon, clinging to him as life support through everything. His skin felt warm, and soft to the touch as Ve clawed at him to bring him closer. Zyon only laughed softly, nuzzling the top of Ve’s blonde hair. That was when he realized where he was, he was home and not in the small house that II, III, and IV called home.

Zyon shifted Ve to his lap, holding him close to see him properly. He bumped his nose against Ve’s, smiling softly as the singer grunted. He tilted his head to the side, the chain decorations on his halo like antlers drawing in Ve’s attention. “Sleep told me to find you, he said you were suffering at your own hands. Is that true?”

An embarrassed flush washed over Ve’s nude body as he sighed, wishing he didn’t have to explain himself to the younger. “If you call… Trying to find love in pain then yeah…”

They sat in silence for a moment as Zyon’s tail gently thumped against the bedding as he hummed a song from his time. Ve nuzzled closer, burying his face into the crook of the other’s neck. He wrapped his arms around Z, gently tugging at the animal pelt on his cloak. “Did you just come in…”

“Mhm,” Zyon answered, “Went to hunt for food.”

Ve nodded and placed a gentle kiss to his lover’s neck, sighing as he ran his fingers through the fur. He leaned up, shifting in the Zyon’s lap a little, testing the waters of his injuries. His brow furred in confusion as he really didn’t feel any pain. Ve shot the other a skeptical look, “Did you feed me?”

This time it was Zyon’s turn to sigh as he knew the answer would piss his lover off, “Veon, you needed blood. Your scar opened from the bitemark.”

Veon stared for a moment, tears pricking in his eyes as someone called him by the correct name for the first time in weeks. “Thank you…”

[spacenintendogs]

glad you're feeling better !!! for drawing requests i'd love to see some of your au stuff – i know this isnt very specific but maybe a scene/event you like to think about a lot? i just rly love ur au :D

what do you do when the backbones of your friend group nearly end their friendship?

tuffnut and fishlegs were friends before anyone else in the gang. as kids they lived a few doors down from each other & often ran into each other at a local playground. tuff's outgoing & curious nature helped fishlegs feel more confident in exploring & they could discover things together. fishlegs' sensitive & skittish nature drew tuffnut in & got tuff to slow down every so often. they have more opposite approaches when it comes to learning & as little kids, they just LOVE learning. fishlegs being quiet also helped tuff find someone to confide in, while tuff being louder helped fishlegs find someone who can teach him how to stand up for himself.

as they become friends with the rest of the gang (tuff already has ruff obv but!!) they find they have less in common than they thought & while they still care & hang out, it's no where near the same as when they were little. esp once they're teenagers.

by the time they're 14 they've basically become friends but wouldn't rlly hang out with each other alone or confide in the other.

tuff & ruff obv aren't the types to hold back in their comments towards the others & in the shows even make fun of fishlegs for his weight/tend to go off on side tangents that seem irrelevant to the topic at hand. this hurts & annoys fishlegs. fishlegs (as well as the others in the group) tend to get snippy & make snide comments abt the twins being stupid & brushing them off when they try to contribute. this hurts & annoys tuffnut, esp bc as they grow older, fishlegs gives off a "know-it-all" attitude.

they're both internally bitter & don't understand what changed between them from when they were kids. why they seen to have disdain towards each other. it reaches its breaking point when they're in college. it's not fishlegs who snaps, it's tuffnut.

fishlegs rolls his eyes at a comment tuffnut makes & it's the final straw. tuffnut just asks "do we have a problem?" and it opens a whole can of worms, esp bc it was in front of the entire gang & ends with tuffnut & fishlegs storming off (ruffnut hesitantly going with tuffnut out of pure shock of what just happened).

& now every time the gang hangs out or goes to work at the sanctuary & tuff & fishlegs are there, it's just tension. they give the silent treatment towards each other. the rest of the gang feel stuck bc they feel like they are being forced to pick sides & try their best in hanging out with everyone but maybe not having tuff or fishlegs there with each other & it's a hassle. hiccup & astrid try to get them to stop being stubborn & talk it out. snotlout is completely lost & can't help but make it abt how it's affecting him bc he doesn't know what else to do. ruffnut is supportive towards tuffnut, having heard him talk abt his frustrations with fishlegs for years at this point, but does try to push tuffnut to talk it out with fishlegs, too, albeit, not as hard as hiccup & astrid.

reconciliation only comes when tuffnut & fishlegs are scheduled to close the sanctuary together alone (not on purpose, it's just how everyone's schedules lined up & the rest of the gang dreaded that it could be the true final straw).

while closing, tuff sees barf and belch haven't moved since the afternoon when he arrived (& even since the morning when astrid & hiccup opened the sanctuary). he checks & sees the dragons haven't eaten or drank any water all day either. he panicks and gets the first person he can think of, which is fishlegs.

they both work together in discovering a few of the zipplebacks, including barf and belch, have come down with vorpentitis, due to a venomous vorpent getting into the pen. they quickly gather potatoes (the cure is known & had here, unlike book 4 of the httyd books... sorry for spoilers there lol). it's during this that they both feel regret & after everything has calmed that they apologize to each other, more calmly explain their sides of the story, and hug each other for the first time since they were kids.

they'll never go truly back to where they were as kids, they've crossed too many thresholds. too much has changed. but they can work on what they have now & it'll be equally as strong.

[lilliths-not-just-httyd-blog]

for a few days now been thinking non-stop about viggo becoming just. an absolute emotional wreck. like he's lonely as shit and his attempts at socialising usually involve him overthinking everything and having a panic attack later because everyone's afraid of him and he can't work out how to make people feel safe in talking to him because everything he does in that regard creeps them out anyway. social settings noticeably fizzle out when he enters the room and it upsets him. he takes to carrying a book on his person so that he can pretend to be reading in a corner somewhere so that he doesn't kill the vibe.

also hiccup, he loves hiccup and needs his company so bad like. he's the one person who understands him no shit he'd want to be affectionate him him. but obviously hiccup would never talk to him in a friendly setting let alone reciprocate his feelings so viggo just. has a pillow that he pretends is hiccup. at night he snuggles up to pillow!hiccup and tries to replicate/practice the gentle touches he wants to give hiccup (dude just about gave himself carpet burn while rubbing pillow!hiccup's "back"). also pillow!hiccup is good at muffling the sound of him crying so it's great to have on hand during an afformentioned panic attack. but basically pining and self destructive thoughts don't go well together

also ryker refuses to talk to him half the time which. is a normal thing with them, has been for years, it's the result of some deep rooted shit all about how ryker can't help but blame viggo for their mothers death even though viggo had no control over the situation (she died while birthing him). even though ryker knows that it's bullshit he still feels this immense sense of rage at his little brother's existence. and viggo feels shit that he can't even confide in his closest family member when he's dealing with such strong suicidal urges and shit. ryker just pushes him away outside of hunting-related stuff.

and he can't talk to like. literally anyone about this. he literally cannot be open with his emotions in public. part of it is just him placing restrictions on himself (chiefly shit) but a lot of it is like. like look at him, it's viggo. viggo the feared dragon hunter. suddenly he mentions he /srs wants to die. like that would just scare people him suddebly being super honestly and open. they already get scared when he's friendly with them.

anywa im like half asleep rn so sorry if this wasn't coherent

[dragonmasterhiccup]

Danny immediately nodded, her voice sure and confident. “Yep, sure am. He… he’s kind of gotten me out of a bunch of tricky situations, and he let me stay on his island, he’s a Chief,” she explained. “But yeah, he’s helped a lot; I know I can go to him with anything and he wouldn’t even think of pushing me away.” Pursing her lips together in thought, she shook her head, a bit of an uneasy feeling settling in her stomach. “No… no, I don’t think he will. I uh, I dunno, I just don’t think he can.”

She nodded again. “Yeah, he made it specifically for me, for my birthday.” Letting out a chuckle, she continued, “He doesn’t ’have stuff made;’ if he has the materials, he’s making it himself, no doubt about it.”

“Hey, that could work! Just… don’t like, kill dragons to do that— Toothless’ll smell their blood on you, you know…”

She grimaced at the name. Gods, how mad was she? Not letting Hiccup call her just ‘Danny?’ She hated being called Danielle anyways, it made her sound… grown up, and she didn’t want to be seen like that just yet. “You know what? Just call me Danny, ‘Kay? It’s what most people call me anyways,” she said, shrugging.

Taking a few moments, she eventually replied, “…If you want, I could help? I know how to do some of this stuff.” She nodded. “You could distract him with something? Fish, maybe? Dragons live for that stuff, not eel though, they hate that.”

“O-oh! Uh…” Shoot. How was she supposed to get out of this? Think, Danny, think… “Uh… their faces fit the name?”

Crap. This wasn’t working at all. Okay, okay, maybe she could just… tell him the truth? But that was stupid! He wouldn’t even believe her! Gods, she really shouldn’t have ripped that paper…

No, no, she needed to tell him the truth, he deserved to know.

“Okay, I’ll tell you, but you can’t freak out, got it?” Taking a deep breath, she finally said, “I’m… from the future— and I’m not lying! That brother that I said I had? That’s… you, w-when you’re older at least. And you, you changed Berk forever. I can’t tell you the details, but you did… So everything I know about dragons, technically came from… you…”

This brother she mentioned must be part of that new family she talked about, otherwise why else would she say he let her stay? "He uh, he sounds like a great Chief, then, if he did all of that for you."

Tilting his head, he asked, "What makes you say that?" Hiccup knew that if he had a sister, who disappeared...he'd go find her. Simple as that.

Hearing that, he nodded knowingly. "That's nice. I'm still learning, but I hope to do the same, someday."

Shaking his head, he gave a lopsided grin. "Ahh, I don't think you have to worry about that. Besides, only the top student has the chance to kill a dragon in front of the village. Thankfully, I don't meet that criteria."

"Danny? Uh, okay. Yeah, I can do that."

"Really? Thanks! Yeah, I uh, I recently learned about the eel thing. I'm not sure why dragons react that way, but..." He shrugged. "It sure helped in dragon training."

Hiccup's jaw dropped, his eyes wide.

He stayed like that for a few moments as if he was frozen, before blinking out of the daze he was in.

"On second thought? Let's go to the forge. Now."

----------

Closing the door behind him, he finally voiced his questions, pacing as he did so. "You're telling me, you're from the future?! A-and you're my sister?! Well, m-my older self's sister? Do you grasp how, how insane that sounds?!"

"And how did I change Berk forever? What, do I, I somehow manage to destroy the entire island?"

It wasn't possible, it couldn't be possible. She was lying...that had to be it. But it just... didn't add up.

Finally stopping his pacing, he asked, "D-do you have any proof of this? I just...I'm having a hard time believing all of this..."

[sock-to-the-third]

Shadow and Bones

By Leigh Bardugo

I have to admit, this story surprised me. Coming from Six of Crows, it has an almost superhero cinnematic flavor— hero’s journey esque. Finishing it, it reminds me of the feeling I got after watching The Incredible Hulk (Ed Norton).

It’s overflowing with drama and this lusciously rich emotions. There’s moments when the pacing feels like it has a hiccup but it picks up soon after. It was a treat learning more about the Grishaverse.

I love how it’s structured since I was fully convinced there’s be a YA style love triangle between the Darkling and Mal. I’m so glad that wasn’t the case since the Darkling had such an over the top “I’m a prince wooing this naive farm girl” vibe that while compellingly written, doesn’t have much to chew on.

I feel like part of what makes the story really lift off is how Baghra (magic teacher) and Botkin (combat instructor) were handled. I like how Botkin helped with even pre-light powers, for Alina to have a growing confidence while Baghra, while just as harsh at Botkin, risked everything to warn Alina.

I really hope that old bat survived. She had the silliest routine. Unlike any other character, Alina always met her in an isolated cottage on the lake. She kept it sauna hot in there and always cranky about letting the heat out.

Idk, sure the library is described beautifully. I did love the Palace magic scene but there’s something about that dinky little cottage with a cranky instructor whose waiting with her boney feet up on the fire place shouting orders.

Its like even the environment is inhospitable to Alina. Yet, when push comes to shove, she tries to work behind the scenes to combat the Darkling, her motherfucking son. *shakes my head* such a good twist. I feel like it’s part of what really sells it.

You seen Baghra exclusively in her cottage or the lake. Then one day she appears at Alina’s door and fuck, it’s like the whole FUCKING world is turned upside down.

I just can’t —-DUDE! It’s so good. Some more gay and trans tbh. Queer quotient is nil unless there’s a horde of bisexuals I missed (I always miss them). But like-shrugs- that’s basically my nitpick with almost all media, so it gets my stamp of “this is awesome” still.

God, dude, the climax… mmmm… I really was sold that Mal was going to die. I think it’s how the Darkling momentarily gave Alina hope that Mal would left unharmed, and I’ll be your servant. (Very kinky tbh. Gives me a whole lot of ideas😋) only for him to be like “yeah, I’ll give you the night… he dies tomorrow lol.” It’s so HEARTWRENCHING. Plus the inbetween scenes way that she’s thinking of him: whether he’s dead, trying to ask about him, etc.

Still can’t get over the collar. Gooooooood, they used it so well to heighten the emotional impact of scenes. Didn’t even tug it, just.. god, so good.

Sequel: Seige and Storm

[juliusmode]

Watched Macross Frontier! Dearly in love with this one, heart and soul. More under the cut.

A human colony ship, light-years away from help or home, finds itself batting the hornet's nest of a previously undiscovered alien species. Meanwhile, the axis of space culture itself is beginning to shift with a passing of the torch between those who stand at the top of stardom.

The show's efforts to give its female leads such well rounded catalogs rings so, so true. Singers Megumi Nakajima and May'n pour a ton of heart into their characters' singles in the roles that launched them into the spotlight, and I personally think the songs themselves are worth the price of admission.

The cool story? The fun cast? All bonuses.

Despite a couple of hiccups, Frontier really nails its pacing and writing, making for a super compelling space opera. There's a ton of cool world details and character moments here, as well as peeks into the grander Macross universe for cute fan-service and stage-setting. This is for a new generation, after all.

Of particular note is the relationship between the galaxy's idol Sheryl Nome and rising star Ranka Lee. With a lot of more rote ~girl rivalries~, you might see a lot more cattiness as though respect is out of the question. With these two, though, you can see a lot of their chemistry come through in the care Sheryl takes to push Ranka in the right direction, and the trust and love Ranka has for Sheryl as her favorite performer turned rival. It's a lot of fun to see them on screen, even if they're subject to an otherwise kind of stilted love triangle.

There's a lot of love found in all the cast members' dynamics, something that is becoming a clear calling card of Kawamori works. I think what is so vital is that the relationships in the core love triangle span beyond just "love" as desire; faith, confidence, hopes, jealousy. The kind of thing that makes that sense of longing really hit when it all comes down to it. This too is yuri, if you squint.

The series also has a male protagonist, Alto Saotome. From the start he has this very abrasive and stubborn personality that keeps him stuck in old ways of thinking; it's a character trait I can really roll with. I like Alto. He's a hater. He wants to feel free but can't unstick himself without a lot of help.

The main problem ends up being that because of his stubbornness and laziness, he doesn't get a ton to do outside of being The Plane Boy. He doesn't get a lot of chances to interact with people from his past, and while I won't fully speculate on /why/ he comes up so short, it definitely feels like there's a lot missing when all is said and done.

All of this is only really an issue when you compare his situation to how rich Sheryl and Ranka's dynamic is. Alto is at least interesting/likeable enough to make the drama he DOES have compelling; he's not a Kira Yamato, he's just underwritten in an otherwise strong showing.

Enough about Alto. Go watch Frontier! See a fun space plane battle. Get one of those songs stuck in your head until the end of time. It's one of those slightly radioactive, fun-all-the-way 2008-era anime that deserves to be loved.

[elizabrekker]

Prologue Of Snow At The Beach

The air was cold and unmerciful in the small town off the coast of Norway. The town in question is miniscule with few residences due to the harsh winter that often came earlier than anywhere else in the world. There resides a small boy looking up to the sky from his window seat waiting for the fresh fall of snow wondering about the old tale of the man that lives on the moon or in it he wasn’t too sure.

”You shouldn’t be anywhere near the window “ His mother scolded him, coming up to him from behind before drawing the curtains along with the windows closed.” You’ll catch a cold and we don’t want that to happen now do we” his mother added, tapping his nose playfully. The boy scowled at his mother, hating to be treated as a child (even though he is a child )

“I don’t get colds.”He confidently says before attempting to push open the curtains again. But his mother beat him to it.

“Don’t be stubborn” this time her mother’s voice was firm, the boy couldn’t do anything but oblige his scowl deepening.

“What's wrong?” His mother attempted to console him. Placing a gentle hand on top of his head, the boy simply turned away from his mother, his eyes unable to meet hers

“Nothing's wrong,” his quiet reply answered her immediately. This time the mother sat next to his son in the window seat attempting to look his son in the eyes. This made the mother’s thought race.

“Did something happen at school?” a gentle hand placed on his cheek, the boy's eyes watered. Like a damned being broken he dived into his mother’s arms burying his face in the crook of her neck. His mother rubbed gentle circles to calm him down whilst humming a song she used to sing to him when he was a baby.

It took a while before he finally calmed down, still embracing his mother. His quiet voice rang in the quiet home.

“Everybody thinks I’m weird…” his voice hiccuping, his reply made his mother’s heart ached but she let him continue still rubbing circles on his back,

“Nobody would come near me..” his hands tightening their hold on his mother. Her brows furrowed at his statement. she hoped he didn’t feel the slight tense of her muscles.

“They said I’m cold.. And I talk to myself a lot…..but I’m not talking to myself” His mother’s eyes widen slightly in alarm.

“Could you tell me who you’re talking to sweetie?” She inquired. Her son shifted in his arms for a moment meeting her eyes briefly contemplating.

“The elves.” he replied after a while. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“The elves? ” she repeated her voice laced with mild confusion.

“They helped me with research on my book” her son wiped away his tears forgetting his earlier outburst, his voice slowly steading “ Frostborne Tales” he added sheepishly slowly untangling himself from his mother. At this his mother signed in relief.

“It’s not finished yet but it’s a collection of stories about winter…. and winter spirits” He uttered his eyes glancing back at the curtain he was sure the first fall of snowflakes had already fallen he felt the disappointment in his heart he wasn’t able to see it first hand.

“That sounds wonderful my dear, can I read it when you finish it” she answered, breaking her son’s thoughts. her son’s face brightened up by the prospect. His love of winter remained a constant in their lives.

“Of course Mom but..”his voice trailed off thinking back to the suggestion of the elves.

“But…?” Noticing her son's sudden change in demeanour once again. “Well I couldn’t find anything about two figures, the elves said you could help me” This caught his mother’s attention and she signalled for him to go on.

“It’s about the tale of Snow Queen And Jack Frost.”He continued observing his mother’s expression. He noticed his mother's jaw clenched at the mention of the names her eyes grew thoughtful. The small home was filled with silence once more until he decided to break it.

“Mom?” He placed his hands on hers attempting to grab her attention, her hand unlike his were warm. She smiled softly at his gesture. The room felt a bit warmer despite the coming of winter.

“Well what do you want to know?” her soft smile appeared on her face once again with the tone of her voice having a tad of playfulness to them. His smile beamed scooching closer to her.

“Everything” He eagerly answered, eyes filled with excitement with the coming story. His curiosity about everything related to winter warmed his mothers heart with fondness. Unbeknownst to them, certain winter sprites were listening in to the exchange. His mother grinned at his son.

“Well let’s start at the beginning shall we?”

[booksandchainmail]

Pale 3.9

hmmm. How often is Avery using Guilherme's glamour? I don't think I know enough about how it works to say for sure if this is bad, or if it's more a fake-it-til-you-make-it confidence builder, but I am worried.

... is Avery just mentally editing out Declan's friends' names because she doesn't care, or are both his friends also named Declan (and if so, why does they let him be the unnumbered one)

Relationships with the Kennet Others have deteriorated, which seems inevitable but sad. I wonder if 10+ arcs down the line this will seem like a minor hiccup, or if instead the period before this falling out will be the aberration, and the first two arcs will seem as if they had training wheels.

It wasn’t that they were all named Declans, but dad had joked they were all so similar in their tastes, fashion, and stuff, that they could be Declan one, Declan two, Declan three, and Declan four.  Declan Four had been pushed out of the group after giving some change to a girl they all liked so she could buy something at the school book sale, so that made things a little simpler.  And sadder.  When they were at Declan two’s house, the names changed so they were whatever one, whatever two, whatever three, and so on.  She didn’t actually know Declan two’s name.

Very funny answer to make to my question above! Bizarre though

“He’s weird.  He doesn’t hit her or anything, that I know of.  But like… I can imagine her getting old enough and leaving and not ever talking to him again. It’s not like- there’s not anything I can really explain.  He makes her do a lot of chores and he complains at her and like… I don’t know.  He blames her for their divorce or something?”

yeah. fucked up but not to the point that anyone feels like they can intervene. and nothing super concrete to point at, everything is emotion-based.

“We worry about you so much, Avery.  Your dad and I and your siblings adore you, we do.  And we want good things for you.  We failed you so badly, not noticing how lonely you’d gotten, until your teacher reached out to us, and right now, not to make our concerns your burdens, but… I have this feeling like you’re pulling away and somehow we’re failing you, maybe in a worse way.”

:|

Avery dusted her fingers with the glamour in her back pocket, then pressed it to her heart.  Being treated as more adult.  Communicating.  Navigating tough conversations.

Another case of glamour!

If a year passed and Guilherme told her this was all in her head, and using the glamour like this didn’t actually do anything, she’d feel like it was worth it, if only because it forced her to keep looking for the little successes and good points.

this is a nice way to look at it. I am still worried. Maybe consult with Lucy and Verona?

A bit of glamour.  She drew a bullseye on her hand, as a reward for making the shot.  I get down on myself for having bad aim, but I have my moments.

Another glamour use! That's... a lot.

I am hoping for some good clues from this interview. Or technically, since I already got to read Louise's perspective, I hope the Kennet Trio spot something I didn't. Current things that stand out: Edith's whole thing, she didn't say she was uninvolved, just that she didn't do it, her movements were unusual and unwitnessed; the body was hidden in the Ruins? but Alpeana didn't see it; John and the Hungry Choir, though that might be unconnected; Guilherme met someone, though he won't say who; Maricica had an ongoing feud.

Notes:

Others didn't hear howling, only Louise

Bleeding full moon, out of normal cycle

Wolf-like creature absorbing the blood (presuming this is the Carmine Beast?)

CB was limping in town but not before (an injury getting worse, or picking up a new one after Louise started following?)

Why didn't she fight back, or call for help/who was she calling to? Was she trying to contact someone in specific, or trying not to be heard at all?

If the attack that made her limp happened in the Ruins after Louise started following, why was the CB howling to begin with? Multiple blows?

“You think it was more than one that was involved?” Lucy asked. “Would make sense, wouldn’t it? She seemed resigned to her fate, if she wasn’t fighting. So… she didn’t trust the locals or something. So maybe she reaches out, in hopes that a person will hear and challenge the local Others?”

hmmm. If it was a group, we know that the one thing they all agree on is keeping Kennet isolated. Did the CB want to bring in practitioners? Why?

“I just had a weird thought,” Avery said.  “Maybe an important one.  Something from the Forest Ribbon Trail.  And the day we awakened.”

no idea what this is! went back through the awakening notes and still have no idea

The coin, tin, was old, stamped with HBC 100.  They’d covered some of this in their homework, a week ago.  Hudson’s Bay Compay.  Fur trading.

again with the relevant classwork!

“Good to know,” Avery said.  She turned over the coin, then held it down for Snowdrop to see.  “Recognize it?”

“No.”

Avery nodded.  “I do.”

[tehkusogaki]

I'm seeing a lot of people in the comments disparaging this remake, but I do want to go into a few reasons why it doesn't look as strong as the original.

Now of course no one is immune to nostalgia goggles and it's very easy to have that "they changed it, now it sucks!" instinctive reaction, so I am going to try to critique specific things and go into why I think they don't work as well.

First, I want to point out the composition of these two shots and specifically where the focus is.

In our original Hiccup and Toothless literally meet in the middle. With both Toothless and Hiccup pushed off the edge of the screen.

In this version they kept Hiccup fully in scene, but look how the focus of the action is now off to the side. We aren't focusing on either character-- they're both still pushed off to the edges of the screen-- but it's no longer both of them coming together in the middle, but rather Hiccup taking up the scene with Toothless starting to invade it.

Now this bit may be a little nit-picky, but look how perfectly the curve of Hiccup's hand matches Toothless's snout in the original in a way they don't in second image. They are so close, running parallel to each other. That's a very powerful image, and the remake doesn't quite match it.

I see a lot of people in the notes saying the lighting sucks, but no one explaining why. Looking at the bottom pic, you can see it actually has a greater value scale. There are a lot more midtones. Why is this bad? Because the action disappears into the background.

In the first pic there is a clear line of action going from Hiccup's arm to Toothless. By having these the lightest areas in the shot your eye is drawn to them. Then the darkest parts are Toothless's body and Hiccup's vest and hair which make them pop from the background. The most visible part of Toothless is his eye. There's a little bit of highlight on his scales and there's lighter midtones around his body to help clarify his silhouette, but we are drawn to his eye because of the light on dark contrast.

In the lower pic there is some highlight on toothless's scales (look at all that Texture! Wowee! We sure can put our computers to good use adding in details), but why is that the part on Toothless that stands out? Why is that important? Hiccup's arm kind of disappears into the background, and I can see more detail in the background than in our main character. The light sandy beach wants to draw my eye down, but there's nothing important there.

Now I put these in black and white to better see the contrast, but back to the color version, the background is mostly cool tones with warm light settling on our characters: another way in which the first one makes the characters stand out.

The only thing really catching my eye in the second one is that the greens are maybe too green? I'm not getting the same delineation of foreground and background.

There are a few other things to be picky about.

Like Hiccup's costume. Now I don't know enough about costumes to confidently pick it apart detail by detail (and honestly can't make out enough details to do so anyway) but what is one of Hiccup's defining traits? His scrawniness, right?

Look at that skinny little arm reaching out for that dragon. Look how that thin strip of lighter colored fabric visible from under his vest accentuates how slender his trunk is. Look how clearly you can see how he leans away from Toothless even as he reaches out for him. You can see the hesitation in his arm through his slightly bent elbow.

I feel like the bulky, loose costume on the actor makes him look bigger than he should and obscures body language.

Now here's the part where I want to remind y'all that art is subjective. These are some of my thoughts on this, but are by no means the only way view this. Also, please be nice to this kid. He got a chance to play a favorite childhood character. I'm sure he thought it was pretty cool to be given the opportunity and is trying really hard to live up to the role. None of the things I've pointed out here are his fault. Don't be a dick! Actors are people too.

I don't like that this is a thing. But I'm sure many people really tried to put in their best effort into this. Don't let your ire with Universal/DreamWorks for making a cash grab of your childhood nostalgia turn into harassment of artists and actors. I've seen that happen too frequently.

And remember: animation isn't an inferior art form, sometimes it really is the best medium to tell a story in.

httyd got live actioned. trailer just dropped and its uh. hm

idk what i was expecting but what looks like a shot-for-shot remake except with ugly ass high definition cgi that detracts from rather than enhances the cinematography really is. well it's a choice.

[luveline]

hii, i have a james x shy!reader request! maybe r is really insecure about crying, like she only does is when she's alone and she learned to do it silently and somehow james finds out and there's a lot of help and fluff and comfort? <3

tysm for a very nice req ♡ shy!fem!reader | 1.3k words

Your footsteps in the bedroom are suspicious. James has lived with you for a little while now and he's confident in knowing just about every sound it is that you make, from your smallest most intimate sighs to your bigger cacophonies – you in the shower, washing dishes, humming along to the radio.

There's usually a certain rhythm to you doing laundry. You separate his clothes from yours, walking between the desk chair and the bed, and then fold them. 

James knows how much laundry there was. Not enough for you to still be walking around in the bedroom. 

He doesn't move slowly to be secretive or to sneak up on you, it's only that he's more mildly puzzled by what you might be doing rather than anything more urgent.

You're probably talking to yourself, he thinks, in the way that you do, barely decipherable murmuring under your breath for a few seconds at a time. The reality isn't nearly so simple. 

Through the smallest crack in the door he can see all the clean laundry is still in an unsorted pile on the bed. He takes another step forward, an offer to help on the tip of his tongue when he hears one of your small sounds, one he hasn't heard many times before. You inhale fast and your breath catches, a gasping sound as you throw your hands out and shake them, like you can't breathe. You look like you can't breathe. You turn on your heel and pace to the other side of the room, tears shining on your face like frost in the sunlight, your cheeks a mess of dampness. 

James gets hit with a wave of panic, the kind he always feels and is always surprised by when bad things happen to you; even when it's only a small mishap, he feels quickly and unyieldingly nauseous. The only want is to comfort you and fix whatever it is that's getting you down.

He leans against the doorframe and pushes the door open, hoping the sound will let you know he's here without startling you and tipping you into panic. You flinch hard anyways, though you turn away from him rather than towards him. He doesn't take it personally, but the yawning pit of nausea widens in his stomach. 

"Sweetheart," he says reproachingly. 

Your hands fix your cheeks and you sniffle. 

He wants to make a joke. It's the first thing he thinks to do, to use humour when faced with stuff like this. Really, angel, if laundry makes you this upset you don't have to do it. 

"Tell me why you're upset," he says evenly. Direct prodding always works better with you.

"I'm fine," you say. Even for you, you're quiet. 

"Don't do that." He pulls off of the door frame but doesn't move for you yet, simply watching your shoulders rise, too-quick. 

"Sorry." The weak hiccup you make after your apology stirs his heart. 

James suppresses the urge to scrub his eyes. He takes a step forward, then another, until he could reach out and take your shoulders into his hands.

"Baby, why are you crying?" 

"It's silly. It's- I've ruined all your underwear." A tear bumps down the hill of your cheek.

His eyebrows pop up. "What?" 

Your voice is low and tenuous. "I put my red socks in with your things and all the hemming on your underwear has turned pink." 

"Baby," he says again, "I don't care. It was an accident. You're the only one who sees them anyway, what do I care if they've gone a bit pink?" 

He finally reaches for you, feeling a relief he can't describe as he wraps his hands around your shoulders. You deflate and the relief is doubled. 

"I knew you wouldn't care," you murmur. 

"Yeah?" he asks, guiding your back to his chest to push his chin over your shoulder gently. 

"Jamie, you've never once been angry with me," you whisper. 

He rubs his hands down the lengths of your arms and you cross them over your abdomen, your fingers pulling at each other. "What is there to be angry with?"

You laugh derisively and he resents it, dropping his head to rub his nose over the small silver of your shoulder exposed by the neckline of your shirt. 

"Why were you hiding from me?" 

"I wasn't. I just…" You turn your face to look at him, close enough to kiss. "It's so embarrassing."

"Everybody turns stuff pink in the wash sometimes." 

"Not that." 

He waits patiently for you to confess whatever it is, his hands having made their way down to yours, his fingers playing gently with your fingers. He rubs the pad of his thumb over your index finger, your fingerprints sliding against each other for what could be seconds or minutes, and watches as his breath ruffles your smallest baby strands, the fine little hairs on your neck dancing with each exhale.

"I didn't want you to see me crying," you mumble sheepishly.

"Okay," he says, surprised. You're a shy girl and you always have been, and after a moment the surprise wanes. It makes sense, only, "I've seen you cry before." Maybe once or twice. He feels out of his element.

You turn in his hold. James pulls his hands to a familiar perch on your waist, the softness there practically moulded to fit his hands. You bring your eyes to his and there's a bashfulness there that's impossible to miss, but also the clear evidence of trust that he's garnered over your relationship, through patience and an unwavering loyalty. 

Look at her, he thinks to himself indulgently. How could I be anything but?

"I just didn't want you to see. Over something so small. And… you know, I look weird when I cry." He winces and goes to disagree, but you're on a roll. "I don't want to be weird." 

You seem abashed by your own honesty and your eyes move down to his throat. Even when he takes your face into his hand you won't look up, your eye twitching as his thumb brushes close to your lashes. 

"It's not weird."

You don't say anything. James sighs.

"If you're upset, I need you to be upset somewhere I can see." 

"It's embarrassing. I never cry in front of anyone," you whisper. 

"I know. I know it feels like that, but I really mean it. You shouldn't be-" He chuckles, frustrated but not really with you so much as for you. "I don't want you to cry alone. That breaks my heart, my best girl crying in here all by herself. Don't do that to me." 

"Sorry," you say. You giggle wetly.

"Good to know my heartache amuses you," he murmurs, an attempt at dryness ruined by his relieved smile.

"I'm sorry," you say again, your hands ghosting over the tops of his pecs. He encircles your waist and you finally give in, your arms wrapping around his neck in a hug. 

"It's okay. You don't have anything to be sorry for." He pats your back, the weight of your head against his shoulder easing the last of his nerves entirely. "Just no more crying where I can't see you. Please."

You nestle your face into his skin, sticky damp with old tears. 

James frowns some more, feeling a terrible fondness for you. 

"Is it really all of my underwear?" he asks lightly. 

You don't freeze up, thank god, you laugh, you squeeze his neck tighter. "Most of it." Your lips brush over his skin and he can feel each word distinctly when you say, "Good thing I like pink." 

He wrestles you into the bed and splays you out wide over all the unfolded laundry, laughing at your joke and your startled panting. "Good thing I like you. Give me a kiss, sweetness." 

You give him a few.