#and i've been in possession of a couple as an adult

[lamentable-comedy]

people don't talk enough about the power that wearing an old fashioned billowy shirt gives you. the poise. the confidence. the way it imbues you with an instinctive ability to stand in dramatic ways. the freedom of movement it gives you for, say, swordfighting or perhaps melodramatic lounging. the gravitas.

unparalleled

[crimeronan]

i've seen a couple people in the notes of this very good post about fictional polyamory by @thebibliosphere say things along the lines of "oh, i've been doing it wrong :(" or "how do i know if i did this right??" or "i should probably give up and start over, i wrote this badly :(" and. no!!!!

(i AM seeing far MORE people say "oh, this clarified and helped me so much, i think i know how to fix issues i've been having with my own story" which. YES!!!!)

listen. if you're a monogamous person who's writing a polyamorous relationship, and you've been focusing mainly on The Triad and All Three Together All The Time as the endgame, that's literally fine. that's a perfectly acceptable and strong starting point for your plotting, imo. you do not need to give up on a story that you've started like this.

but the things discussed in the post Can and Should improve your execution!

you can keep the same plot beats and overall relationship arc 100%. polyamorous relationships are infinite in their formations, every one is unique. "basically a monogamous romance but with three people" Does exist, as a relationship type. you're not hashtag Misrepresenting (TM) poly people with it

BUT i do think it will help to read up on some poly people talking about how their relationships Differ from monogamous ones.

so i have outlined some basic important concepts about polyamory.

MORE IMPORTANTLY though, i've broken down some questions that you can answer throughout the writing process to strengthen your individual dyad relationships, your individual characterization, & your characters' individual feelings/experiences. this is a writing resource have fun

future kitkat butting in to say i spent over two hours writing this and it definitely needs a readmore. it is also NOT comprehensive. but everything should be pretty simple to follow! feel free to reblog if you find it helpful yourself or just want to reward me for how gotdan long this took KSLDKFJKDL.

i've grabbed quick links for a couple of the important concepts, some have SEO pitches in them but the info largely seems to be good. (if i missed anything Egregiously Gross on these sites i should be able to update the links with better ones later, since they're under the readmore.)

sidenote: this is NOT meant to be overwhelming, despite the length. if you can't read all of this, that's Okay. you do not need to give up on your writing.

here we go:

compersion!

compersion is a BIG thing in a lot of polyamorous relationships. it's joy derived from seeing two (or more) of your partners happy together, or joy derived from seeing your partner happy with someone else.

compersion is really important as a concept because it highlights that every individual relationship within a polycule is different -- and that that's a GOOD thing. it's sort of the inverse of jealousy.

by the "inverse of jealousy," i mean that instead of feeling left out and upset and possessive, you feel happy/joyous/content.

i can use personal experience as an example: it's a Relief for me when my partners receive joy/support/sex/romance/etc that i can't (or prefer not to) give them. and i love seeing my partners make each other laugh and be silly together.

it's 100% okay for a poly triad not to be together 100% of the time, it doesn't mean that the third member is being left out or not treated equally when two people do things alone together.

(i have individual dates with my partners all the time! PLUS larger 3-and-4-person date nights.)

if the third member DOES feel jealous or left out, then the polycule can have a conversation to figure out what needs/wants aren't being met, and solve that. this happens semi-regularly in my polycule, as it will happen in any relationship (including monogamous ones)! it's just part of being an adult, sometimes you have to talk about feelings.

metamours!

a metamour is someone who is dating your partner, but ISN'T dating you. this may not be relevant for people writing closed three-person romantic sexual triads, but it's a super helpful term to know.

the linked article also lists different types of metamour relationships with some fun phrasing i hadn't heard before. the tl;dr is: sometimes you'll be domestic cohabitation friends, sometimes you'll be buddies with your own friendship, sometimes you might not interact much outside of parties, every relationship is different.

there's no one-size-fits-all requirement for metamour relationships. sometimes polyamorous people will end up dating their metamour after a while (has happened to me), sometimes polyamorous people will break up with one partner for normal life reasons, but remain friendly metamours.

the goal of polyamory is NOT for EVERYONE to fall in love. it is 100% okay if this happens in your story, it happens in real life too! but it is also 100% okay for characters to be metamours without ever becoming "more than friends."

(sidenote: try to kill any internalized "more than" that you have when it comes to friendship. friends are just as important and special and vital as partners.)

of course there are a million ways for messiness to occur with metamours within a complex polycule, exactly like with close-knit platonic friend groups. however this post is not about that! there's enough "here's how polyamory can go wrong" stuff out there already, so i'm focusing on the positives here :)

open versus closed polyamorous relationships!

i'm struggling to find an online article that reflects my experience without directly contradicting at least SOME stuff. so i'll give a quick rundown

google has a bunch of conflicting definitions of open relationships and whether open relationships are different from polyamory. the general consensus seems to be that an open relationship prioritizes one partnership (often a marriage), but that each partner can have extraneous flings or long-term commitments (most often sexual in nature).

this is not typically how i use the term wrt polyamory. the poly concept is pretty simple. a closed polyamorous relationship is one with boundaries like a monogamous one. there are multiple partners in the polycule, but they are not interested in having anybody new join said polycule.

an open polyamorous relationship tends to be more flexible -- it just means that IF someone in the polycule develops mutual feelings for a new person, it's fine for them to become part of said polycule if they want to! the relationship/person is open to newcomers.

some groups will need to negotiate this all together, others will just go "haha, you kids have fun." just depends on the individuals!

with open AND closed polyamorous relationships, the most important thing is making sure that there's respectful communication and that everyone is on the same page. but there's no one-size-fits-all way to do that.

i wish i could give you guys a prescriptive "You Must Do It This Way" guide, but that's.... basically the opposite of what polyamory is about, HAHA.

feelings for multiple people!

i was gonna tack this on to the previous section but decided it warranted its own lil bit.

a defining feature (....i'm told?) of monogamous relationships is that a monogamous person only has feelings for One individual at a time. they only want a relationship with one individual at a time. or, if they DO have feelings for multiple people simultaneously, they're still only comfortable dating one person at a time & being exclusive with that one person.

this is perfectly fine!

the poly experience is generally different from this. but once again..... polyamorous people all have different individual perspectives on this.

for me, i have never been able to draw hard boxes around romantic vs sexual vs platonic relationships, & i love many people at once. my personal polycule lacks many strict definitions beyond "these are my chosen people, i want to forge a life with them indefinitely, whatever shape that life takes"

some poly people feel explicit romantic or sexual attraction to multiple people at once, some poly people feel almost no romantic or sexual attraction at all. i'd say that MOST poly people feel different things for different partners, which is not a bad thing!

some poly people are even monogamous-leaning -- they have just chosen one romantic partner who is themselves part of a larger polycule. (so this monogamous-leaning person has at least one metamour!)

or alternatively, they might have one romantic partner AND a qpr, or other ways of defining relationships. (this is a factor in my own polycule!)

i made this its own point because if you're writing a straightforward triad, this is unlikely to come up in the story itself -- but it's worth thinking about how your characters develop/handle feelings outside of their partnerships.

like, is this sort of a soulmateship, 'these are the only ones for me' type deal? in which they won't fall in love with anyone else, and can be fairly certain of that?

that's pretty close to typical monogamous standards but you Can make it work. just be thoughtful with it

alternatively, can you see any of these characters falling in love Again after the happily-ever-after? and how would the triad approach it, if so? what would they all need to talk about beforehand, and what feelings would everybody have about the situation?

it's worth considering these questions even if the hypothetical will never feature in your actual canon, because knowing the answers to these questions will help you understand all of the individuals & their relationship(s) MUCH better.

i've been typing this for nearly two hours and there's a lot more i COULD say because... there's just a lot to say. i'll close out with some quick questions that you can ask yourself when developing the dyad dynamics within your triad

first, take a page and create a separate section for each individual dyad. then answer these questions for every pair:

how does each pair act when alone?

how do they act differently alone compared to when they're with their third partner?

are there any elements of this dyad (romantic, sexual, financial, domestic, etc) that these two people DON'T have with the third partner?

if so, what are they?

are there any boundaries or hard limits within this dyad that aren't shared with the third partner?

if so, what are they?

partner 3 goes out of town alone for a few weeks. what are the remaining two doing in their absence?

(doesn't have to be anything special, it's just to get a sense of how the two interact on a day-by-day basis without the third there)

what is something that each partner in the dyad admires about the other -- that they DON'T necessarily see in the third partner?

what problem do These Two Specifically need to solve in the story before their relationship will work?

how is that problem DIFFERENT from the problems being solved within the other two dyads?

doing this for ALL THREE dyads is VITAL imo. that way, you develop complex and nuanced and different relationships that all have unique dynamics.

those questions should be enough to get you started, i hope

then After you've charted the differences in relationships, you can start to jot down similarities in the overarching triad. what does one person admire in Both of their partners? what are activities that all three like to do together? what are boundaries or discussions that all three share?

but the main goal is to figure out how to Differentiate each relationship!

a polycule is only as strong as the individual relationships within it. if two people are struggling with their own relationship, adding a third person won't fix that.

(UNLESS the third person is the catalyst for those two to, like, Actually Communicate And Work Their Shit Out. i just mean that the old adage of "maybe if we just add a third-" works about as well to fix a miserable non-communicative marriage as, uh, "maybe if we have a baby-")

AND FINALLY.

if you're not sure whether your poly romance reads organically to poly people, you can hire a sensitivity reader with poly experience. if you can't afford that, you can read up on polyamorous resources like a glossary of terms & articles actually written by poly people. (and stories written by poly people!)

you can also just.... ask poly people questions, if they're open to it. i like talking about polyamory and my own relationships so you're welcome to send asks if u want, i just can't guarantee i'll answer bc my energy levels fluctuate a lot and i don't always have time.

polyamorous people are in an uphill battle for positive representation right now & so the LAST thing i want to see is authors giving up on their stories bc they're worried about getting things Wrong. well-meaning and positive stories that treat this kind of love as normal, healthy, & aspirational are So So So Needed. even if you guys end up with some funky-feeling details.

seriously, if you're monogamous then you probably don't have a full idea of Just How Nasty a lot of people can get about polyamory. i wish it DIDN'T mean so much for you guys to want to write nice stories about us, but it does mean a lot. and it means a lot that you want to do it WELL.

in conclusion. this is not a prescriptive guide, it's just a way to raise questions. and also, you all are doing FINE.

[kiwianacat]

My ADHD riddled brain is rreeally driving me to do anything other than catch up on important deadlines right now, so here's not one but two family trees for my increasingly convoluted, vauglely medieval set Warriors au.

The first tree shows all of Crookedstar and Oakheart's descendants (excluding Storm and Reed's eventual families), while the second would be a more "in-universe" tree, that shows the four most recent stewards of River's Kingdom and their closest adult relatives. There'll be a couple errors here to ignore; I've already spotted that I forgot to fix Reedwhisker's name.

I chopped and pasted together a few different families for the sake of fun succession dramas. I've also written a ramble about succession and family history because whyy nott.

Succession: 

In the four kingdoms things like “bloodlines”or “birthrights”are considered to be of great importance and you cannot be adopted into a given bloodline. ((*this isn’t a concept I agree with, but is standard in medieval settings and would be actively challenged within the au)) These laws are also mostly only applicable to the higher classes of noble families. Families of common-born folk (such as Firestar’s birth family) are “nameless”having no surname, house or lands to pass on.

I’m trying to make the rules of inheritance/succession in this au dependent mainly on birth order regardless of gender which would've been typical in most medieval settings. This makes things slightly convoluted, but bear with me lmao. 

Across all four kingdoms it’s standard for the first born to inherit/pass on the titles of their house while the second born adopts the titles of whomever they marry and cannot inherit a lordship. The third and further born can only pass on titles if they marry someone of a “lesser”family, or with a weaker connection to their bloodline (such as being second born or later in the birth order). However if the first or second born dies they instead adopt their responsibilities meaning they can potentially become heirs/lords, unlike second borns. It’s typically preferred to have at least three children for this reason; with two there’s a greater risk of the house’s name dying.

Having a child out of wedlock is incredibly taboo and in certain contexts (largely depending on the current ruler) can result in exile, forfeiting all names and titles. It’s not technically illegal to have a relationship across kingdom borders; but these relationships will very rarely be ordained by a legitimate priest/cleric, especially in times of conflict. Children can be born through surrogacy in the case of same-sex marriage, but the surrogate must be from the same house as the second parent for them to have inheritance rights (although there are ways to hide illegitimate children under this rule)

House Chell

Stewards and Heirs of the King River Chell

River’s Kingdom considers the River Chell to be their rightful king, possessing the spirit of King Riverstar and his “truest” descendants act only as his stewards to carry out his will. Stewards (or Highlords as they are titled) essentially have the same rights and rulings as the kings of the other three kingdoms however. They also still wear crowns, because I like to draw them (although they would not inherit the original founder's crown as the other rulers typically do, instead having unique crowns per ruler)

Typically Highlord’s will choose their own heirs, ideally their firstborns as they can pass on their titles (the “strongest”line of succession always follows the first born), however they can also choose from any descendant that inherits the Chell name. If they die without naming a successor it’s the duty of the lords to decide the next Highlord communally from this pool of descendants.

In this au Misty, Stone and Moss are bio kits of CrookedBlue, raised by GreyOak. Crookedstar named them Stonepath and Mistywood in reference to his past meetings with Bluefur, hidden in the woods near the Sunningrock Ruins.

(this also changes Stormfur's name to Stormpath, as I always hcced is Warrior name as being in honour of his mentor)

((also GreyOak are probably in more of a QPR type relationship, the romantic label is an over-simplification))

Crookedstar had named Silverstream as his heir and failed to name a new successor after her death. At the time Mistywood and Stonepath were considered ineligible as the children of the late second born Oakheart Chell. Leopardfur had inherited the Chell name through her mother Brightsky, a third born daughter of Hailstar and was chosen by the lords over Silverstreams’s kits, although she had to accept Storm as an heir until she had alternate choices.

Leopardstar technically had a weaker claim to the throne than Storm and Feather and a much weaker claim than Mistywood and Stonepath, once they were exposed as Crookedstar’s bio kits. This was a motivating factor for her joining forces with Tigerstar and she campaigned against all four, declaring them invalid as heirs due to their mixed heritages, stripping their knighthoods and titles and forcing Stone to fight to regain his in a bloody execution. 

She married Tigerstar in a political move (she didn’t love him; they were using each other), and Hawk and Moth were born to this marriage, Hawk named as heir.

Public opinion of this was mixed at the time and tides turned against her after Tigerstar’s death, eventually leading to her being usurped and disposed of, with Mistywood inheriting her title. Hawk, Moth, Storm, Feather and Reed grew up alongside each other as potential heirs. Hawkfrost grew to become a political pawn of a faction of nobles who still held support for Leopardstar, resenting that Mistystar eventually chose her son Reedwhisker to succeed her despite initially preparing Hawk for the role.

Much much later on a succession crisis occurs after Mistystar and Reedwhisker both die, leaving a large pool of descendants that carry the Chell name (Curlfeather and her kits, Splashtail and others who were potentially born to Feather, Storm or Hawk, I’m not sure yet)

I'd love to have a look at the other Kingdom's and their royal families at some point, I already have a good idea of how the Kingdom of Thunder's works. It's worth stating that in all Kingdoms it's required for the ruler to directly inherit the blood of a founder to have the "right"to rule, which is eventually challenged when Bluestar makes Fireheart her heir, leading to conflict and political change.

I'm having too much fun, I really want to make some maps and location sketches and mounts and weapons and timelines and more family trees aughhhhh

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Take Care of You [10]

Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Overall Warnings: slow burn, angst/comfort, power imbalance, age gap, possessive tendencies, eventual smut, #daddyissues, independent reader learns to let go and relax, emotionally constipated Joel Miller learns to be vulnerable; (more specific warnings to be added to individual chapters if necessary)

Chapter Word Count: 5.7k

Mood board and borders by @saradika

Summary: You spent your entire adult life supporting yourself and barely getting by. It’s why a life of ease offered to you by a mysterious stranger sounded so foreign and unbelievable. Joel Miller, dressed in flannels that had seen better days, didn’t look like the kind who could promise you the world on a plate, but he seemed desperate to help out. All he asks is that you let him take care of you. That wouldn’t be so hard. Would it?

[A/N: 🤡. I came back to life to immediately die off again i'm so sorry. here take this next part and all my love. speaking of my love, i already closed beta readers on tiktok but for anyone on here, if you wanna see why i've been so MIA, shoot me a message with your email if you wanna beta read my original work (i do ask that you do a questionnaire afterwards but that's just to help me out). But, imagine a scifi/fantasy where the book 'Six of Crows' meets 'The Last of Us', and I have good sources that y'all like TLOU👀]

[A/N pt.2: I did not edit this to the degree I should have and there is no tag list at the bottom i am so so so so sorry].

10: THE EVIDENCE IS PRETTY DAMNING

The ceiling wasn’t right. 

That was your first, foggy thought when your eyes opened. Rather than the bumpy, plaster speckles collecting dust it was smooth and off white. You slowly sat up with a groan, head spinning and mouth dry, and you blinked three times before your situation dawned on you. This was not your bed, not your house. Fuck. You set your hands on the bed to lean back then winced. With a hiss, you pulled your hand up and saw the bandaged injury from last night.

You cradled the hand with your other and turned to hang your legs over the edge of the bed. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a note on the nightstand. You leaned over. There was a full water bottle and a bottle of tylenol resting on top of a piece of paper. On the paper, in scratchy, nearly illegible, writing was, ‘Come downstairs when you’re ready. Feel free to use the shower and change if you want. ⏤Joel’. You dragged your fingers to trace the words. 

With a shaky breath, you grabbed the water bottle and took a couple pills in hopes to nurse the aches and pains you felt. You stared at the words again. Last night, Joel admitted to being married to Sarah’s mom and you had responded by passing the fuck out. You had tried to argue, demand more information, but your body fought against your curiosity. All the drinks you had prior and the fading adrenaline from the fight probably hadn’t helped. 

You rose from the bed with a groan and crossed to use the bathroom adjoined to Joel’s bedroom. When you flicked the lights on, you took the first movement to glance around the space. The walls were beige with white tile floors. On one side was a large jacuzzi style tub next to an expansive walk in shower. On the other was ample counter space and drawers with matching him and her sinks. In the back was the small room where the toilet sat and beyond that a walk in closet. The space was lived in. A dirty clothes basket off to the side half full, toiletries on the counter and on the shelves in the shower, you spotted a pair of glasses you had never seen Joel wear resting by the sink on the right side of the counter. That must be the one Joel used most. A toothbrush sat by it and you noticed water by the rim like he hadn’t wiped up when finished.

Also on the counter were a stack of clothes, you stepped toward it and saw it was a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants that must have belonged to him. On top of it was a brand new toothbrush. Your gaze lifted to look at yourself in the mirror and you flinched. You looked a mess⏤ your hair, your clothes, everything. You rubbed at your face with a sigh and slipped into a morning time routine despite the unfamiliar setting. 

Celina.

The name rang in your head over and over and over again. It didn’t matter that you had been only half with it last night. You remembered that clearly. As you cleaned up, your headache began to improve and by time you left the bathroom you at least felt human again. A new anger bubbled just under your skin. You couldn’t quite yet put your anger into words, but you knew it was there. After washing up, you traded the clothes you wore to the bar for the ones Joel left you. The shirt was worn out, like it was aged, and navy in color. It read ‘Miller’s Contracting’ with a number on it for contact. It reminded you of the kind of shirt a small company would make and not a multi-million dollar one. You tightened the waistband of Joel’s sweatpants. They were at least joggers so you didn’t have to worry about tripping over yourself.

You crossed the upstairs, open space to the stairs. Faintly, you heard the sound of someone moving around downstairs. A brief wave of nervousness had you hesitating at the top of the stairs, but it slipped away back to anger. It seemed that was where your heart was making camp this morning.

Slowly, you descended the stairs. The wooden floors under your feet didn’t creak or make noise as you padded into the living room first. A few couches were situated in front of a wall that held a large flat screen TV and a fireplace. The back wall was made of glass, a window and door all in one that revealed the back patio where a small pool and deck were, and the space beside it was the kitchen. Just as open as the rest of Joel’s house. The cabinets were made of dark wood with matching countertops and at the center was a large island with chairs. 

On the island counter looked like to-go boxes of food. You stared at them a moment longer, but a door hidden just out of view on the wall in the kitchen opened. Joel stepped into the kitchen nonchalantly until he spotted you and did a double take. He froze and stared. The two of you were actually similarly dressed. He had on a t-shirt that looked tight on his broad shoulders and a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips. Joel looked exhausted.

“Hey.” He said softly. “Mornin’, sug⏤” Joel stopped himself, it looked like he choked on his words, but he locked his jaw and changed direction. “Mornin’. How did you sleep?” You gave a small shrug and a tight lipped smile. “Right. How’s your…” Joel lifted his own hand. “Your hand?”

You lifted it up to stare down at it. The bandages had been pulled away when you washed up this morning. It didn’t look so bad. “It’s fine. Thanks for the⏤ the tylenol. And the toothbrush. And the,” You motioned to the clothes hanging off your frame, “You know.”

“Can I?” Joel nodded toward you.

“I said, it’s fine, Joel.”

“I…” He sighed and the look in his eyes was agonizing. “I know you’re pissed at me. Understandably so. But, please let me…”

You walked over to sit down at one of the tall chairs at the island counter and set your hand on the marble top. Joel mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ and disappeared for a quick second. He was back with a small first aid kit again. You twisted your lips when you felt his warm hand cautiously take yours. It was quiet as he reapplied a bit of medicine to the hand before wrapping it up again. 

“You don’t…” Joel started then cleared his throat. You never would have used the word anxious to describe the Joel you had gotten to know thus far, but nervous energy seemed to radiate off him. The tension in his shoulders looked painful to keep hold of. “I had breakfast delivered. Some stuff I know you like.” Joel pulled his hand away from yours. “But you don’t have to stay if you don’t wanna.”

“No. I want to.” You replied. Joel looked briefly hopeful. “I want to talk about this. I want⏤ to know. I want answers.”

“Right. Of course.” Joel nodded quickly. “I owe you at least that.” You nodded in agreement. Joel straightened from where he stood and ran a hand over his chest and shoulder with a quiet cough. “Can I make you something to drink? Coffee, tea, juice?”

You gave a small nod, mumbling a response, and watched as Joel put it all together. He poured himself a cup of coffee after serving you. Rather than take the seat beside you, he stood on the other side of the island counter across from you.

“You mentioned the girl from Vegas last night briefly, but how did you know…”

“Yo-yo told me you had a sugar baby before me. That you married her.”

“I did have a sugar baby before you, yes.” Joel sighed.

“Why did you lie to me?” You demanded.

Joel shook his head, “I never lied to you. I just⏤ I never told you, and you never asked.”

“Really?” You scoffed. “That’s what you wanna hang your hat on here? Semantics?” Joel hung his head then shook it a bit. “I didn’t want to believe her, but yesterday Nima texted someone she knows. A private investigator⏤”

Joel’s eyes widened, “You hired a private investigator??”

“I didn’t hire anybody! Nima just texted them and they confirmed⏤”

“You went to a PI before just asking me?” Joel replied sharply. You leaned back in your seat⏤ in shock at his audacity. He must have noticed how you felt because he held up a hand. “I just mean, that’s a huge invasion of privacy and all you had to do was call me⏤”

You pushed out of your seat and turned to leave. Joel called out after you before following. He grabbed your hand to tug you to a stop and you glared at him over your shoulder. You snapped, “If you’re just going to stand there and be defensive then there’s no reason for me to be here, Joel.” You pulled your hand out of his grip and spun to face him. “I understand that getting in contact with a fucking PI was a crazy move, but yesterday I felt a little crazy.” You scoffed. “I felt like an idiot. I felt like a naive, desperate idiot who got played. So, yeah, I let Nima text her cousin’s cousin’s cousin to find an answer because the thought of standing in front of you and asking⏤”

The rest of your words got caught in your throat. You didn’t want to get emotional in front of Joel. More than anything you wanted to keep your cool and be collected. Just in case he did break your heart, you could walk away with at least some of your dignity intact. Joel took a step closer. Thankfully, he didn’t try to touch you, but he did lift his hands slightly in surrender.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I’m sorry.” He said. “I’m being defensive. Hell, I'm being an ass.” You locked your jaw and let your eyes focus on something over his shoulder. Unable to stare into those deep, dark eyes. “This is… This isn’t an easy subject for me to talk about and I⏤ I panicked. I want you to hear me out. I want you to know the truth.” He shifted in his stance so your gaze was forced to meet his. The longing there made you suck in a sharp breath. “Please. Give me another chance to explain this. I’ll do better.”

You rubbed the back of your neck with your non-injured hand and gave a small nod.

“Thank you. Thank you.” Joel repeated himself. He took a step back but kept his shoulders facing you as if he thought you were a flight risk. Joel motioned to his couch. “Do you wanna sit? I’ll grab our drinks.” You sighed and meandered over to sit down on one end of his leather couch. Joel didn’t move back into the kitchen until after you were seated. He came back with both of your drinks and handed you your own before sitting on the other side of the couch. One cushion of space between the two of you. 

You took a sip, trying to gather your thoughts, before nodding once. “I want to know about your wife first. Celina, you said? I want to know about her.”

“Yeah.” Joel swallowed thickly. “Do you remember anything I mentioned about Sarah’s mom before?”

“I didn’t know her name.” You replied. “You said the two of you had dated for, like, three months?” Joel nodded. “She got pregnant, and you worked it out. Things were fine, but two weeks after Sarah was born she left. You never said the two of you got married though.”

“Because we didn’t.” Joel replied softly. “I asked. Proposed to her when we found out she was pregnant with Sarah, and she said no.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but he wasn’t meeting your gaze anymore. Joel stared down at the coffee mug in his hands. “I loved her. She was my first real love, actually. I knew our situation wasn’t ideal, but… I wanted it to work. I saw a future with her.” Joel ran his thumb back and forth on the edge of his mug’s rim where it reached. He chuckled, “When Sarah was born… Those two weeks? It was⏤ It was good. But, uh, then she left.” Joel shrugged in a way that attempted nonchalance but did not meet the mark. “Her leaving hurt for a lot of reasons. For one, in no way was I prepared to take care of a newborn.”

You set your drink on the coffee table before leaning back. Joel stayed silent, his jaw clenching and unclenching, and you recognized the look of someone getting stuck in their own memories. You spoke up, “What happened then? When did you get married?”

“Celina is…” Joel began. He rubbed his jawline. “I spent a lot of time being furious with her⏤ hating her. Not just for leaving me behind, but for leaving Sarah. Sarah deserved better.” He shook his head. “But she… she came to me, needing help, and I⏤ I couldn’t say no. Not to her. And not because I still had any sort of feelings for her, but because no matter how angry I was at her she gave me Sarah.” A vulnerable softness filled his features and he finally lifted his head to meet your gaze fully. “Without Celina, I wouldn’t have Sarah.”

You could understand that. You knew that his daughters meant absolutely everything to Joel. More so, despite all the shit going on between the two of you right now, despite Joel arguing otherwise, you knew he was a good man. You had a very hard time picturing him saying no to anyone who came to him for help. 

“When did she come to you? And why? What problem is solved with marriage?”

“Three years ago. Just about.” Joel mumbled. “It’s… She was sick. Cancer. The only feasible treatment was going to bankrupt her because her insurance refused to cover the cost. Celina came back wanting to see Sarah. Get to know her before she died.” Your eyes widened in surprise at both the news and the confusion that came with trying to connect the dots. “I told her that was up to Sarah⏤ she was old enough to make that decision for herself and I was gonna support her with whatever she chose.”

You nodded slowly, “Okay…”

“Sarah decided she did want to meet her mom. And I…” Joel paused. He set his coffee mug down on the coffee table as well and laced his fingers together. He was fidgeting. Another nervous tick of his. Joel could never seem to keep his hands still when he was caught in his own mind. It was like his hands so desperately wanted to fix what stressed him out⏤ even if it wasn’t a physical problem they could fix. “I⏤ I couldn’t stop thinking… remembering…”

Joel squeezed his eyes shut, and the palpable pain had you shifting closer. It dawned on you. Words clicking in your mind. You set a hand on his forearm and gave it a small squeeze, “Your mom.” Joel had told you, ages ago, that he had lost his own mother to cancer. “You lost her. I remember you telling me.”

“Yes.” Joel unlaced his own fingers so he could settle one hand on top of yours⏤ still resting on his forearm. The tip of his thumb dragged back and forth against the knuckle of your index finger. Tracing the shape of it. “It wasn’t… It wasn’t the exact same, I know that, but… Sarah technically had already lost her once.”

“Joel…”

“I offered to pay. Pay for the treatment in full.” Joel’s thumb stilled to squeeze your hand once. “I’d cover all the costs, but⏤ but Celina refused. Said she didn’t want,” Joel scoffed with a humorless laugh, “Didn’t want to be a ‘charity case’. Said she didn’t come back for my money, or for me to fix the problem, she came back for Sarah.” Joel shook his head. “We argued in circles for God knows how long. We finally settled on this. If we got married, she’d have my insurance instead of her own. My insurance would cover most of the treatments and she’d pay what it didn’t.”

You understood that. It matched up with what you knew about Joel. “How is she? Now?”

“In remission. Since seven months ago, she’s been in remission.” A small smile flickered on his features. “She lives in Waco. Wanted to be closer to Sarah. One of the only reasons I could stomach all of us coming to LA while Sarah stayed in Texas for college. I knew she’d at least have her there in case of emergencies.”

Your face scrunched in question, “Then why… Why are you still married?”

“I don’t have a reason. Not a real one. Not beyond me just being lazy.” Joel said firmly. He held your hand tight, keeping it pinned to his arm, like it was a lifeline. “Up until now, it didn’t matter to me. It made no difference. That’s it. I swear to you, sugar.” The nickname fell out of his mouth like second nature. “And I’m working on changing that already. You can ask Tommy or⏤ or hell I’ll give you Celina’s number or our lawyer’s number. We started the official divorce paperwork the day you and I got back from Vegas. It was the first call I made after dropping you off at your place.”

You did believe him. As Joel held your gaze, all you could see in those soulful eyes was a deep desperation. An ache seeking the comfort that would come with reassurance. “I believe you.” You said softly and his eyes closed in relief. His entire body sagged as the tension seeped out of it. You really did believe him, and of all the ways this could’ve gone wrong technically you supposed this was the best case scenario. However, learning this made you realize what aspect of this bothered you more than most. You slid your hand out from under his. “Why… Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I was… I was going to. After.”

“Why though? Why after?” You shook your head. “Why didn’t you trust me with this?” Joel’s face fell again. “I know we haven’t known one another for long, but…” You bit back your words before you admitted to the naive truth that you felt some sort of connection to him. That being with him was as easy as breathing and you foolishly let yourself get carried away. “I don’t…”

Joel quickly scooted closer, a hand held up in surrender, “Had nothing to do with⏤ with me not… I do trust you. I do.” Joel shook his head. “Me not mentioning this had nothing to do with you. It was me.” His words reminded you of Vegas. This excuse was sounding familiar and the more you heard it the harder it was to believe. He hung his head and winced. “I need to tell you about⏤ about Erina.”

“That’s…” You began. “Is that your sugar baby?

“Yeah.” Joel nodded. “But it was more complicated than that.”

“So, I’m gathering.” You mumbled. The words of frustration left your lips before you could filter them. In this situation, you felt you had every right to be upset and bitter, but the look of pained guilt that filled Joel’s features made every cell in your body vibrate with regret. It felt like you had just kicked a puppy, and those sad, brown eyes were heart wrenching. “Sorry.”

Joel shook his head quickly. “No. Don’t. You don’t need to be sorry. I do.”

“You’re talking to me⏤ answering my questions.” You replied with a small shrug. “The least I can do is not be petty.” You twisted your lips. “So? Tell me about her.”

“She wasn’t my sugar baby to begin with.” Joel started softly. He turned his head to keep his gaze on the mug sitting on the coffee table, and you found the story easier to stomach without those powerful eyes focused on you. “My company got hired for a job. It was a big one, which is why it came across my desk. Some summer project. A finance guy wanted his vacation house completely renovated in Malibu. I decided to take a more hands on position for the entire thing. Stayed on site to work.” It wasn’t a shock to hear. You were plenty aware that Joel spent most of his work time on site if he could. Joel only donned a tie for the board room when Tess wrestled him into it. “The guy who hired us wasn’t there, but his wife was. At least, I thought it was his wife.”

“But it wasn’t.”

Joel gave out a sad chuckle, “No. She wasn’t. Erina was… lively and energetic. She was fun, and I… It had been a long time since I experienced that kind of light hearted fun. Plus, the client, when he did come around, was such an asshole to her and I⏤” Joel sighed. “She left him midway through the project, but we didn’t get involved with one another until after it was over. When it started, it was great. The honeymoon phase was…” His voice trailed off as a small, sad smile crossed his face. You found your stomach churn in jealousy at him talking about this other woman. It was damn near nonsensical, but the emotion rose up regardless. “The issues started a while in. I realized that we saw the relationship differently. I thought… I thought what we had was real, and she only saw me as her new sugar daddy.”

For a while, we just went on. I didn’t think the difference in how we viewed things would matter. Stupid, I know, but… I thought I was happy.” Joel mumbled the last bit. He lifted a hand to rub at his jawline. “As you’ve probably figured out, I’m not⏤ I’m not good at this. Relationships and…” He tensed. “Some people are just better off alone, but I’ve been too hard headed to accept that.”

“Joel.” You interrupted the flow of his story at his claim. You didn’t believe that and you especially refused to believe it about Joel. “That’s not⏤”

“Things were still working until I…” Joel shook his head. “I told her about Celina. Tried to explain the situation to her, but when she told me to get divorced and I couldn’t⏤ that’s when it all started to crumble. I didn’t actually end the relationship until after I found out she was seeing a few other guys.” You opened your mouth the speak, the beginnings of a sentence you didn’t know how to end slipping from your tongue, but Joel suddenly turned in his seat to face you and the look in his eyes silenced any attempt at speech. He hesitantly reached out and let his hand settle on top of yours. When you didn’t pull away, he squeezed his grip tighter. “You and Erina are not the same. It wasn’t until after we stopped seeing one another that I realized how terrible our relationship had been. So please, please, don’t think I’m comparing you to her because I’m not. I know how she reacted is not some⏤ some default and you wouldn’t necessarily react the same, but… but every time I considered telling you about Celina, all I could imagine was you leaving. And I, selfishly, stopped myself from admitting the truth to you because I didn’t want to ruin this the way I ruin everything else.”

You murmured his name. Early on, you recognized Joel had trust issues, but you had never realized it stretched this far. Joel didn’t trust even himself. It broke your heart that he thought so poorly of himself. No matter how upset you were at the man you knew deep down he was a good. His mistake had hurt you, but it hadn’t been born of malice. You saw that now. Fear and self doubt had brought the two of you to this crossroads. 

“Joel, that isn’t true.” You said softly. “You don’t ruin everything.”

“The evidence is pretty damning.” Joel chuckled sadly. You opened your mouth to argue, but he shook his head quickly and held out a hand to stop you. “That’s not the point of… I should’ve told you. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. I should’ve told you, been up front about it all, and I’m sorry.” Joel sighed. “I’m sorry, sugar.”

He had answered a number of your questions and with the truth came the relief of knowing.  Plus, the answer technically hadn’t been your worst case scenario. God knew your brain was plenty capable of thinking up some nightmare-ish situations. So in comparison, it would be worse. Still, there was an itch that hadn’t quite yet been scratched.

“Why… Why seek out a new sugar baby?” You asked. His experience with Erina had obviously been less than ideal so why try again? You shook your head, “Why me?”

“Those are two very different questions.”

“How do you figure that?”

“I …” Joel began hesitantly. You could see his thoughts jumbling in his mind as he struggled to string one along. Conversations like this were hardly considered Joel’s comfort zone so you did appreciate that he was trying. That went a long way as well. “Erina came back into my life not so long ago.” You felt your stomach drop and your heart clench painfully. The emotional response was so physical that it nearly made you sick. Joel must have noticed because he quickly reached out and settled a hand on your shoulder. “No. Not like that. She means nothing to me. She came to me wanting to get back together, harassing me about it, but I’ve made it crystal clear to her and everyone around us that I have no interest in restarting something with her. Especially now.”

“Okay…”

“The idea was…” Joel winced sheepishly. “The idea was to hire a sugar baby as a way to show her that I was serious. We were done and I was moving on.” It was ridiculous enough that from anyone’s else mouth you wouldn’t have believed them, but they had been said in Joel’s sincerity. “I know how that sounds.”

“Not good. It sounds not good.”

“I know. Everyone told me it was a bad idea. Tess, Sarah, Ellie.” You found it interesting that his daughters knew about their father’s love life to that degree. It spoke to how close they were and his stance on honesty. Joel chuckled. “Actually, the only person who agreed with me on the plan was Tommy, but I suppose that should’ve been a sign to give it up.” Your lips twitched up mildly in amusement. “But, deep down I knew it would hurt Erina, and I… I wanted to be petty.”

You shrugged, “And I’m apart of this… how? To annoy Erina?”

“No.” Joel said firmly, almost roughly. “Absolutely not. Remember the day you bought me that coffee? I said I had been meeting with some other, um, women?” You nodded and let him continue. “By time I made it to the that coffee shop, I had already half decided to give up the idea. It was obviously going poorly. I was literally just looking for someone I wouldn’t mind spending time with and I couldn’t even do that. But you were… God, meeting you felt like a breath of fresh air.” He messily ran a hand through his hair while his other continued to fidget. “You stayed on my mind and when I spotted you again…”

“I…” You tried to find the right words. The ones he would want to hear. It felt odd to give forgiveness for a misunderstanding, but you knew that’s what he was seeking. Validation. “I forgive you.” 

The relief on Joel’s face was staggering and when he held a hand out to you, you knew exactly what he was asking for. You closed the space and let him pull you into a hug. His warm, large hands enveloped you as he craddled the back of your head to hold you as closely to him as you could. You wrapped your own arms around him and lazily dragged your thumb up and down where it rested. 

You did forgive him for this. That was the truth and you meant it with your whole heart, but this entire experience was eye opening. You had fallen for Joel so dangerously fast. It made you realize that if this had been a different scenario, one of the nightmare-ish ones you imagined, it would’ve destroyed you. With the speed you were moving in, you would’ve hit the ground at a million miles per hour and shattered. You forgave Joel, but you needed to figure out a way to better guard your heart.

“I’m sorry for reaching out to a PI.”

“No. Don’t be.” Joel pulled back and the hand at the back of your head dragged forward to cup the side of your face. He sighed, “You were right. I should’ve handled this better, but I… I do appreciate you saying so.” The two of you sat in a moment of silence and for the first time since you met him that silence felt awkward. Joel must have felt it as well based on the clearing of his throat and fidgeting. “So… Are we— Are we okay?”

You nodded, “I think so.” The tension left Joel’s shoulders and you quickly stood. “I should… I should go.”

“You’re off today though, aren’t you?” Joel stood as well.

“Well, yeah, but—”

“Stay. Please.” Joel motioned back to the kitchen. “Have breakfast. I called Tommy and he’s gonna bring over your stuff.” Your eyes widened in surprise and he shrugged. “Tommy is gonna bring over your friend who has your stuff I should say.”

You hesitated, nervous after this heart to heart, but Joel held out a hand to you. Equally a peace offering and lifeline. You just weren’t sure if it was a lifeline for you or him. You set your hand in his and he gave it a small squeeze. The smile on his face was soft and open. Two words you knew not many people were able to claim as a description with him. 

Joel led you back toward the kitchen and when you turned to try and go back for your mug he stopped you. He settled you on one of the bar stools, hands lingering on your hips briefly, before going back to the living room for both your mugs. 

“You know, when I pictured you spending the night here this wasn’t quite how I thought it’d go.” Joel chuckled and grabbed a plate. You leaned on the counter and waited since you knew that plate he was making was meant for you. It took a second for his words to dawn on you. Joel pictures you spending the night in his home with him? Your face and neck warmed at the thought. It wasn’t like you hadn’t had those kinds of ideas, but hearing it from him still made your heart flutter. Even with the disaster miscommunication still lingering in your rear view mirror. “Here. Lemme know if you want anything else.” Joel set the plate in front of you and handed you a fork. After making his own plate, he pulled the barstool beside you closer and sat down. He sat sideways to face you and his knee pressed against your stool. “We could, uh, we could have a day in.”

“Hm?” You took a bite of your food.

“We’re both in pajamas and neither of us have work.”

“You don’t have work?” You asked in surprise.

Joel shook his head. “I already called Tess and told her I wasn’t coming in today. Told her I was feeling sick.”

“Did she actually believe you?” You smirked.

“No.” Joel chuckled. “She didn’t. But she also didn’t call me out on my shit, so…”

He gave you a charming smile, obviously trying to lighten the mood, and you found you appreciated it. Things weren't perfect, but for the sake of what had been you were willing to try.

[wonderingwhereileftreality]

Another Gravity Falls AU idea that's probably been done but my brain needs it out so here you go:

So I've seen Stan turned into a kid after he gets Ford back, and I've seen Ford turned into a bird Post-Portal incident, and my brain has taken some elements of both and created "Ford turns into kid Post-Portal", as you do.

So instead of getting stuck dimension hopping, Ford ends up becoming a kid again Detective Conan/Case Closed-style.

Stan is too focused on trying to get the machine to work again to notice that Ford came back, but before Ford can properly explain what just happened, all the exhaustion he's been ignoring crashes into him all at once and he ends up passing out.

A couple days later, he wakes up in the guest bedroom and Stan is taking care of him because apparently he's also got sick on top of the sleep deprivation.

Stan is being oddly kind??? To Ford??? Like the last time he was awake, they were fighting, what gives???

Then Stan says something like "sorry you had to see the two of us fighting, Ford never mentioned having a kid" and Ford realizes 'oh I'm still a kid, Stan must think I'm his nephew.'

Ford is very tempted to clear this up right away but...it doesn't seem like Bill has been possessing him at all since the Portal incident...almost like he can't. 'OH Bill never made a deal with me until I was an adult, he might not have power over me right now.'

So Ford wants to use this as a chance to investigate more on how to get rid of Bill for good, but he knows he probably also needs a guardian...and there's no guarantee that Stan will stay if Ford tells him the truth (Stan would definitely stay either way, but Ford's is still in paranoid mode especially after the fight they just had) so he just...goes along with it.

Yes this is just "What if Detective Conan but it's Ford", what of it?

[natewriteslol]

"Short" Fuse

Summary: Despite not really being close, Chilchuck opens up to you about being short, you listen and offer some interesting counters to his insecurities.

A/N: a lil sum sum :P

It had been a long, adventurous day, yet Laios continued his search within the dungeon for some food. The entire party was hungry, but of course the two chefs especially held the urge to eat. They both wanted to go after these specific monsters in the area that could be tasty, something about these snail creatures and main course. Despite apprehension from Marcille she tagged along and Izutsumi not wanting to miss out on the action and still wasn't tired due to her slight nocturnal nature followed suit.

They assured the remaining two should keep watch of the supplies of your camp. And with waves from all of them except from the beastman, the four were engulfed within the darkness of the dungeon.

Leaving solely you and Chilchuck.

Your relationship was most definitely not the closest as he adopted a fatherly nature amongst the other members of the party except for Senshi and you. And whilst that makes sense as the dwarf and yourself were both adults just like Chilchuck, it still was completely different.

You honestly just chalked it up to you joining the party at a later date than the rest, despite bonding with the rest of your other people, even getting closer with someone as combative as Izutsumi.

Truth be told, you couldn't stand it as you were at a stand still of a lack of satisfaction. You weren't liked and you weren't disliked as you both almost never spoke to one another. But you persevered and decided to completely break the ice, not caring if you were being weird at this point.

"How is your sight so good?"

He was caught completely off guard, thinking that you both were going to sit in silence the whole time.

"What do you mean?" Chilchuck asked back, side eyeing you.

"When defeating golems, you're the first to spot their hearts before anyone and you spot weak points on different creatures also that others are blind to. How do you do that?" You explained.

"Half-foots typically have keen eyesight, it comes with the hearing too. Big eyes, big ears," he put it simply.

You continued to poke and prod at him and you ended up making decent conversation with the man, even getting a couple of laughs. But somehow your topic had evolved from weaknesses, to then insecurities.

"Laois is an idiot, but I would rather have more height and be able to perform in battle a little more. Half Foots mainly need to stay out of the way and let other people handle it. It feels...cowardly," he says, putting his arms on top of his knees and sighing.

It was catching you a bit off guard but I guess the saying of opening up to a stranger than someone you know is making itself very apparent at the moment.

"I completely disagree man," you replied, taking a more casual approach.

Chilchuck didn't want to completely block your opinion and he was curious about what you had to say surprisingly , "What are you saying?"

"I'd argue every person in here obviously has an asset that they possess, meaning one would fall apart without the other. Also we have all been in close to death situations and you're usually the most likely to survive due to your height," you explained, poking at the fire with a twig as you sat on the cold dungeon floor.

"I guess," he replied, looking off to the side. But the look on his face had told another story, as if the brunette had more to say.

.

.

.

"Ever since my wife left me, I've been more caring about how people percieve me. Gets on my goddamn nerves."

There it was.

The Half-Foot blurted out, both horrified and relieved he got that off his chest. He held a small pebble within his palm, semi- gently throwing a rock into the fire, crackling the wood and which sent out light embers into the air.

He had been definitely holding that in for a long time, and had no idea how to say it or if he could even speak it aloud. It's common for people to feel that way, more vigilant and embarrassed over what others have to say about them especially if they're single. But it had been a while since the Half-Foot truly felt it after being married for so long.

And for the past five years, it had been completely gnawing at him and his security as a man. He was twenty nine yet still couldn't shake that feeling, but with his occupation, Chilchuck couldn't exactly dwell on romance mid-lock picking or battle.

But on quiet nights like this, it got to him.

"Well, you're lucky you're a good looking guy, otherwise you would be screwed," you said bluntly, taking off your boot to get some dirt out from the inside. He was honestly speechless, had you of all people thought that? Or were you just talking to make him feel better.

But this whole interaction makes him feel so weird, but it's not a... negative feeling.

"You are so damn ridiculous, you know that?"

"You can think whatever you want Chilchuck, but I think deep down you know I'm right," you said, your eyes still fixated on your boot cleaning process. Your statement made a blush spread across his cheeks.

"This dungeon is making me talk to you, I swear," he replied frustratedly, growing "tired" of your antics.

"Well good thing we had this talk, since we both have had things on our mind for a while, huh?"

Although you both opened up about how you've been feeling, Chilchuck was doing a majority of the talking on this subject. Was that what you mean? The beginning when you were talking about yourself and not his appearance and you finding him attractive?

Right?

And just as he was about to inquire further, the short man was quickly cut off by a certain loud blonde.

"Hey guys, we're back!" Laios said excitedly from afar, his voice echoing slightly on the dungeon walls, his hands were wet with wet giant snails whilst Senshi carried a large sack of god knows what on his back.

Marcille and Itsuzumi looked green in the face with disgust, but you knew they would most definitely eat the monster Escargot that you knew the dwarf would whip up. The sight always brought a smile to your face, especially their hypocrisy in finding everything Senshi and Laois made yummy.

As you sat up to go and help with dinner, you looked over your shoulder, "Thanks for the talk Chilchuck, we should do this more often."

This was might not curate the best outcome, but why didn't he want to stop?

Why the hell did he even care?

[m-jelly]

Hi, Jelly! I haven't sent a request in a while. How are you? I hope you're doing well ❤️

I had an idea about best friend! Levi x the reader. They've been friends since they were kids and Levi (they're young adults now) decides to give the reader a birthday present.

When they're alone after the party, he gives her a pendant to wear around her neck. He confesses his feelings to her when they're kissing alone in her room in the dark.

P.S. Sorry, “Childhood friends to lovers” my favorite trope 😅

The one I've always wanted

Levi x fem reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, friends to lovers. childhood friends, becoming a couple.

(I love this trope too!!)

"Thank you for coming!" You hugged Hange, your last guest to leave. "This was a lot of fun."

Hange grinned. "It was! Have fun with Levi."

You pushed her a little and whispered. "He's not into me, okay? Off you go."

She waved to you and hurried away. "Bye!"

You closed your door and turned to Levi, he was already cleaning your place. "Look at you."

Levi glanced over at you with a blush. "What?"

"Cleaning my place." You moved closer to him. "You can relax."

"I know, but you know me. I enjoy cleaning."

You grabbed a bag, opened it and let him dump things in. "Hey, so do you want to stay over tonight?"

He blushed harder. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Cool." You released a long sigh. "It was a good party. Thank you for organising it."

"You're welcome."

You lightly knocked your knuckles against Levi's pec. "You really are the best."

He chuckled and gave you the sweetest smile. "Thanks. You're more wonderful though."

"Sweet talker."

"I try."

You picked up some of your presents. "I'm gonna put these in my room."

"Sure. I'll finish up here."

You moved to your room and started putting your gifts in the right places. You turned on your fairy lights and enjoyed the soft lighting in your dark room. You took a moment to sit on your bed and admire a childhood picture of you and Levi, it made your heart flutter at how life had been with him. For a long time, you adored Levi and wanted to be more than friends, but you didn't think he saw you that way.

Levi softly called your name as he leaned in your doorway. "You okay?"

You hummed and showed him what you were looking at. "Just looking at an old photo."

Levi sat next to you and looked at the picture. "That was a fun day."

You giggled. "We got up to all sorts of things that day."

He shifted a little and pulled out a box. "I got you a present."

You felt a heat rush through you. "Levi, you shouldn't have."

He offered the box to you. "Well, I wanted to."

You opened it to reveal a stunning pendant necklace with a stone that matched Levi's eye colour. "It matches your eyes."

"Well, you always tell me you love my eyes. So, I got something that you could always carry with you."

You touched the stone and hummed. "It's like you're claiming me. Mr possessive."

He shifted and turned to you. "What if I am?" He blushed when you gazed at him. "Claiming you that is. What if I am? What if I want you as mine?" He softly called your name and took your hand. "I love you. I've loved you for a long time. I thought about this for a while and I know there is a chance you'll tell me to fuck off and never want to see me again, but I just..."

You leaned over and kissed Levi lightly on the lips. "I love you too. I've loved you for a really long time, but I was worried you wouldn't want me."

"How could I not want you? You're perfect."

You tapped your forehead against his shoulder as you smiled. "Levi."

He put the necklace on you as he said your name. "Could I kiss you more?"

You lifted your head and gazed at Levi. "Please do."

He leaned close and smiled softly before pressing his warm, soft lips against yours. He tangled his fingers in your hair and sighed through his nose. Finally, you were together and expressing the love you'd been holding onto for so long. The two of you moved closer as you kissed in the dark with only the fairy lights illuminating your romantic moment.

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[zelbits]

The Skull Kid: A Terrible Fate

"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"

Skull Kid's story is right up there with the more awful ones that the Zelda lore has to offer. A cursed child possessed by an eldritch demon, he carries the guilt of his mistakes; much like the Hero of Time.

Let's start at the beginning.

For those of you who don't know, a skull kid is merely a lost child-- Kokiri or not-- who wandered too far into the Lost Woods and became an entity of the forest, impish in nature and mischievous. Adults who wander and become lost, however, become Stalfos, aggressive and dangerous enemies who have lost all humanity: except in the instance of the Hero's Shade.

If we go so far as to delve into the manga, we can see the very beginning of Skull Kid's unfortunate story.

A young couple and their children have decided to picnic on the edge of the forest. A young boy instigates a game of tag, but races off into the trees his father warned him to stay away from. His parents rush to find him, but it's too late. He can hear them calling his name, but he can't figure out where their voices are coming from. Soon he can't remember his name, his parents, or even his own face. He becomes a skull kid.

[note: it's been a very long time since I've read the manga, so I may edit this part for better accuracy later]

Being a skull kid isn't all bad if you don't remember who you were, but Skull Kid feels wrong. Different. The other skull kids laugh and make fun of him, and he doesn't know why. He wants a face, so badly. Eventually he agrees to help the Baga Tree capture some Kokiri since he promises him a face, and Skull Kid then gets his hands on Saria-- which is where Link comes in.

Link convinces Skull Kid to help him, and after defeating the Baga Tree, he gifts him a "face" of his very own: a mask intended for the Kokiri Festival. Skull Kid is the happiest he's ever been and plays his flute on the edge of Kokiri Forest, wanting to join in on the festivities but too shy to ask.

In the game, our first encounter with Skull Kid is, again, in the Lost Woods. He's part of the Happy Mask Salesman's trading quest, in which you grant him a "face." We don't see him again until Majora's Mask.

The Happy Mask Salesman travels south, adjacent to the Lost Woods. This is the very same path that Link takes on his search for Navi.

Somewhere along the road, the Happy Mask Salesman is knocked unconscious by an imp and his two fairies.

They didn't mean any harm, of course. Skull kids are mischievous in nature but aren't violent. But he found an awful treasure, one that the Happy Mask Salesman had been keeping a secret for a very long time.

Majora's Mask.

An ancient, vile artifact supposedly containing the spirit of a malevolent demon, the Salesman paid no mind to the tribes who had guarded it for a millennium when they warned him of its power. The Mask had a pull toward it. Once you saw it, you couldn't let it go.

Skull Kid found it, and became possessed. He was himself yet not, influenced by the spirit of Majora to cause harmful chaos in the land of Termina-- a world potentially fabricated from Link's mind and influenced by the demon, or an alternate dimension that Majora opened a portal to. In either case Majora went on to terrorize his victims: imprisoning the Giants, Skull Kid's friends, manipulating them to become horrendous beasts; influencing monsters and people alike; and in a final act of devastating finality, summoning the moon itself to crush Termina.

The only thing that could stop him was Link-- Skull Kid's friend. In his possessed state, Skull Kid can still see and understand what's going on around him, he just can't stop it. He witnesses the final fight against Link, unable to stop himself, until the Mask relinquishes possession of him. Majora, believing itself a prankster and thinking that its only "playing," invites Link to the moon for one final, deadly playdate, while Tatl and Tael remain with the unconscious Skull Kid.

Possessed by a mask of his own-- the Fierce Deity-- Link defeats Majora and saves Termina. Skull Kid redeems himself with the Giants and makes permanent friends with Link, who teaches him Saria's Song.

Back in Hyrule, Link grows up, becomes a Hylian Knight, and eventually enshrines the Master Sword in the Lost Woods, there to be protected by a certain Skull Kid. Perhaps he witnessed the hero become the Hero's Shade before disappearing, but Skull Kid dutifully protected the Master Sword for centuries... Until another hero came for it.

Did Skull Kid live with the guilt and grief of the trouble he had caused Link and the others in Termina, even long after Link's passing? Is that why he protected the sword without fail another the Hero of Twilight came for it? After the Hero of Twilight took up the Master Sword, the Skull Kid leaves, never to be seen again...

Perhaps, just maybe, much like the Hero of Time, he finally found peace.

Very short and to the point, but I just needed to get my thoughts out about Skull Kid! It's been in my head for a few days. If you have anything to add or want to be added to the tag list, just let me know!

[steddieas-shegoes]

Hi! I've spent hours reading your Steddie stuff when I honestly should have been sleeping because work and adulting. Gotta be some of my favorite writing! You have requests/prompts open? I have 2! If you like them :) 1. The Soulmate idea of people having a moving animal tattoo representing their Soulmate. Steve has hyperactive bat who loves to drape itself around his neck quite possessively. Eddie with a retriever pup or something that likes to curl up over his heart. 2. Always a sweetheart Steve? No King Steve era thing. He bugs Eddie to learn about D&D to understand his kids better qnd our poor metal gremlin melts :) I'm Soft Boi, so sorry for no angst.

I'm posting the 1st one here, but on the second one, I am gonna just give a rec instead. Last Man Standing by @griefabyss69 (GriefAbyss on AO3) is kind of this request but taking it to filth level 😈 But anyways, this idea is so fucking cool my dudes. I love a good soulmate AU, and when it's something super unique like this, I lose my shit. I definitely think someone could make a slow burn with this idea and if anyone does, please let me know! - Mickala ❤️

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He used to hate it.

A bat was such a menacing and disgusting creature.

Anyone who saw it would give him a look that was equal parts apologetic and concerned.

But when Steve started getting left alone at home, when he only had surface level friends, when he cried himself to sleep because the silence wasn’t enough to drown out the negative thoughts, the bat wrapped itself around his neck, and he didn’t feel so alone.

He’d started sleeping with his hand on his shoulder just to feel closer to his soulmate.

Hoped that whoever it was wouldn’t be disappointed that he was theirs.

————-

Eddie convinced himself for his entire childhood that the golden retriever tattoo that ran up and down his arms every day was some sympathy soulmate tattoo.

There was no way his soulmate was someone this hyper.

And then Wayne explained there was usually a story behind the tattoo, something more than just the personality or energy of a person.

At night, the retriever would pace across his chest, eventually settling right over his heart.

He wondered what his tattoo representation was.

He hoped it was a bat.

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“Dude, it’s not a big deal. Just show us!” Tommy yelled to Steve from the pool.

Steve had managed to hide it from his friends for so long.

He wasn’t ashamed necessarily, but he definitely didn’t need Tommy and Carol or any of the rest of the basketball team to see it.

The tattoo often stayed hidden pretty well during the day, usually hid on his thigh or stomach. He got away with always wearing shirts for practice and skipped post-practice showers with excuses that he had a study group to get to.

But his pool was a problem, especially now that he was at an age where everyone wanted to come over to swim when his parents weren’t around, which was often.

He tried to make excuses, said he was just worried about the sun, worried about a creepy neighbor watching.

It only worked a couple of times.

Now it was night, so no sun.

The neighbor was on vacation.

And everyone expected him to strip down and get into the pool.

So he did.

Everyone stared in silence as the bat flew from his stomach to his back and settled on his shoulder.

It seemed like it wanted to be seen, but still wasn’t sure how it wanted to be perceived.

Steve could relate.

No one commented on it, probably too afraid that one wrong word would get them kicked out of the pool permanently.

When he went to bed that night, the bat took its place around his neck, his hand rested in its place against his shoulder, and he sighed.

“I hope you’re being seen,” he whispered into his empty room.

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The golden retriever was completely still for more than eight hours the same night Starcourt exploded.

Eddie tried not to panic for the first few hours, knew it could be any number of reasons the tattoo wasn’t moving.

But after hour six, he called Wayne at work, worry carrying over the line as fireworks boomed in the background.

“It’s not moving. It- you said when it stopped it meant- they can’t be, though.”

“Eds, take a few slow breaths, son. C’mon now, you’d have known if he-”

“But what if mine’s broken? What if the connection isn’t right?” Eddie tried taking breaths, but it wasn’t working.

The more he thought about it, the more likely it was that his soulmate was gone.

By the time Wayne made it home from work, the retriever had moved from his forearm to its usual place over his heart, and Eddie was fast asleep on the couch, his hand resting on top of it.

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Being dragged into more freaky Upside Down shit was not on Steve’s to-do list. Then again, it never really was.

He wouldn’t have even bothered coming with Dustin and Max if not for the fact that Dustin was terrified something had happened to his new best friend Eddie.

He tried to hide his terrible mood, but knew he was failing.

He woke up this morning to his bat already on his leg, seemingly asleep, though it was normally still around his neck or on his shoulder when he woke up.

It hadn’t moved all morning, and he was a little worried about what that might mean.

He was also getting more worried by the day that he’d never meet his soulmate.

He knew it was dramatic, but most people he went to school with had met theirs by now, their tattoos now permanently placed in matching spots on their bodies.

“Dustin, this is so stupid,” he reiterated for the hundredth time as they walked up to the boathouse door.

He kept thinking it to himself as they poked around looking for Eddie, as he was being held against the wall with a broken bottle to his neck by Eddie, as he felt a flutter in his stomach at the way Eddie was watching him as they told him about the Upside Down.

He didn’t take the time over the next couple of days to pay much attention to his tattoo, didn’t really consider the fact that what little time he slept, he was so out of it he didn’t even notice whether the bat was on his neck or not.

Didn’t think about it until a moment in the RV alone with Eddie, when something in his brain told him to check on the bat.

“Sorry, just. Can you wait one second?” Steve interrupted Eddie’s thought as kindly as he could.

“Uh, yeah?” Eddie responded, confused.

He slipped to the back, not bothering to close the curtain that separated it from the rest of the RV.

He lifted his shirt in hopes of seeing it, but it wasn’t there.

He groaned and unbuttoned his jeans, rushing to just check and see if the bat had moved at all.

He shoved his jeans down and frowned.

It was in the same place still.

On his inner thigh on his right leg.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, or what he thought was under his breath.

“Everything okay?” Eddie’s voice was much closer than he expected, making him jump and rush to pull his pants back up. “Shit, was that your tattoo?”

“Yeah. It hasn’t moved in a while.”

“Neither has mine.” Eddie moved in closer. “Actually, mine’s on my thigh too. Kinda makes it hard to check.”

“Which thigh?” Steve couldn’t help asking.

“Right.”

“What is it?”

“Golden retriever. Can’t really imagine who it would be,” he admitted.

Steve’s first and only pet had been a puppy. A golden retriever named Daisy.

She was his entire world for almost a year until she chewed on one of his dad’s expensive watches and ended up being given to a man who worked with him.

He cried for days after that, didn’t talk to his dad for weeks, not that that was difficult to do since he was gone more often than not.

He vowed that he would get another one the moment he was an adult.

That didn’t quite work out.

But his nannies all used to call him a retriever, his energy contagious in the best way, his playful demeanor a relief. As he grew up, it got dulled by his parents, expectations, society, but he knew inside, all of that was still there.

“What’s yours?” Eddie asked, shaking him out of his thoughts.

“A bat.”

Eddie tilted his head and looked at him, eyes squinting to take him in.

“A bat?”

“Yeah. He’s a playful guy, but kinda shy it seems like,” Steve’s smile was fond until it was sad. “At least until he stopped moving.”

“When did he stop moving?” Eddie ignored the fact that it was a he for now.

“I guess I noticed it the day we found you in the boathouse.”

They both stared at each other for a moment, possibly coming to similar conclusions.

“What about yours?” Steve asked quietly, though something told Eddie he already knew the answer.

“The day you found me in the boathouse.”

“I-”

“How-”

“Dingus, we gotta go!” Robin was suddenly yelling as the RV door slammed open.

They could figure this out later.

They would have to.

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As Steve sat by Eddie’s bedside in the hospital, he thought about how often the bat tattoo had been the only comfort he had, the only thing that kept him from being completely alone.

He thought about how Eddie had always done his best to include the people who didn’t belong anywhere else, how he’d put on a show to protect himself, but hated being seen.

Wayne watched him from the other side of the bed, silently judging him, probably trying to figure out how to kick him out.

But he couldn’t.

He felt the pull now.

Now that he’d been around Eddie, somewhat gotten to know him, how he was fearless when it came to the gremlins, was willing to give up his own life if it meant getting Dustin to safety, he could feel the tug on his heart.

It was inconvenient since they didn’t know when or really even if Eddie would wake up.

So he waited.

He waited for Wayne to kick him out. He waited for doctors and nurses to have answers. He waited for Eddie to wake up.

He waited to know if he’d be able to have his soulmate or not.

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Eddie’s first word when he woke up was Steve’s name.

Steve let out an uncontrollable sob, curling down so his head rested in the sheets of the bed.

Wayne’s hand was on his back, his voice trying to speak to him and Eddie at the same time.

They’d gotten closer over the last few days, Wayne’s calm presence enough to keep Steve from completely losing his mind with worry.

But the pain meds in the IV drip seemed to catch back up to Eddie within minutes and he was asleep again.

“He woke up though. Your boy woke up,” Wayne said to him, holding his hand.

“Yeah. He did.”

—-------------------

When Eddie left the hospital, Steve insisted on pushing his wheelchair to Wayne’s truck himself.

The nurse agreed with little argument; The hospital was incredibly understaffed and overrun with patients from the “earthquake” and she had a million better things to do.

The walk down was mostly quiet, but not awkward.

“I think some of my tattoo is missing,” Eddie finally said, barely more than a whisper.

“From the bats?” Steve asked.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault. Doesn’t change anything.”

“No?” he asked, voice full of hope.

“Not a thing for me.”

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They dated.

It was unconventional in every way.

Steve had never pictured himself with a man, but now he couldn’t picture himself with anyone but Eddie.

Eddie had to explain that they couldn’t just go out and hold hands like any of Steve’s other dates, they had to be careful.

It wasn’t always easy; Steve got frustrated and Eddie got insecure.

But they always ended their nights with soft kisses, with whispered words of comfort and promises.

They fell in love like that, the tattoos only the beginning of something that no one could have expected.

[vilevenom]

It's been a hot minute since I posted fic, so I whipped a little something up. Also, this may be the most OOC I've ever written Amy. I did her dirty, sorry.

Not one of them involving You

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog (IDW comics)

Pairing: Sonic/Shadow

Summary: Shadow had never considered himself the jealous type. That was rapidly being tested by one Amy Rose.

WARNINGS: Explicit sexual acts. Characters are depicted as ADULTS

P.S - If you want a full list of tags, this has already been posted on AO3

Shadow's eye twitched when Amy's hand slid down along Sonic's arm for what had to be the tenth time in as many minutes. He knew for a fact that the blue hedgehog had told her he was taken. Shadow had been standing not three feet away at the time. But for some chaos forsaken reason, that little tidbit of information just didn't seem to want to sink into that fluffy pink head of hers. She kept on touching Sonic, and giggling at everything he said, funny or not, while remaining steadfastly in his personal space like some vapid school girl trying to hit on the star quarterback. They were in the middle of a resistance restoration meeting, for chaos sake!

A small, temporary balm calmed Shadow from tearing into the pink hedgehog, as Sonic quite blatantly shrugged Amy off and stepped away from her while he spoke to Whisper about the next spot that he could scout ahead for them. At least, for once, the blue hero seemed to be aware that Amy was being a pest. Though, of course, that balm was incredibly short lived as Amy inched her way into his space yet again and not so subtly leaned against his side, while innocently batting her stupidly long lashes, as if she didn't know what she was doing. Shadow could feel a low, possessive growl brewing in his chest, and knew he needed to leave right that instant if he didn't want to ruin the meeting, and make himself look a fool.

Quickly, Shadow turned on his heel to leave, while doing his best not to storm out of the room like a jealous girlfriend. He knew Amy had no shot with Sonic, and the blue hedgehog kept shrugging her off, so it wasn't like he was worried about Sonic's fidelity. Giving it a moment of thought, perhaps Amy just didn't know any other way to act around Sonic. After all, she'd been harboring her little crush nearly since the day the two had met as children. Besides which, Shadow knew that he had the hero wrapped around his little finger, coming to his every beck and call should he so wish it. But none of that stopped the unbecoming spike of anger and irritation that kept rearing its ugly head whenever Amy was around Sonic.

Shadow came to a stop when he finally found an unoccupied room in the base, quickly holing himself up inside while grabbing the first item that seemed unimportant so he could crush it between his hands to try and alleviate some of his aggression. It did very little to calm the tension in his body, but he no longer felt the urge to dig his claws into something, so he supposed that was a small victory in and of itself.

"Hey, babe," Sonic's voice came from the door, making Shadow jump. He hadn't realized he'd been followed. Another downside to his ridiculous jealousy; he was infinitely less aware of his surroundings. Shameful. "You left in a bit of a hurry. Wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine," the hybrid said with a sigh, leaning his hips against the desk he stood next to, "Just...needed some air."

"Well, then I would say that the plane hangar would've been a better choice? Lots more fresh air in there. This office is kinda...well, it's stuffy, if I'm honest," Sonic hummed, stepped forward as he looked around the space Shadow chose to hide away in. It was bright, at the very least, with a large window adorning the wall behind the desk, its blinds pulled up to allow the mid day sunlight in. The air, however, was stale and everything seemed like it had a very fine layer of dust on it. Obviously an office that hadn't been used in at least a couple of weeks.

"Astute as ever," Shadow snorted, rolling his eyes as he folded his arms over his chest. "Fine. I just wanted to get away from Amy. Are you happy?"

"Ah," Sonic hummed, stepping closer to Shadow, understanding smile on his face, "It was the touching, wasn't it? She really hasn't toned down the physical affection, even though I've asked her to. More than once."

Shadow could feel his face heat up, his gaze quickly darting away in shame. It felt unbecoming of him to be so petty and jealous when Sonic was doing his best to dissuade Amy. Perhaps he needed to have a chat with her himself.

"Hey," Sonic cooed, cupping Shadow's face and drawing the hybrid's attention back to him, rather than the office floor, "It's okay to feel this way. It's natural."

"It's natural to want to physically rip her away from you every time she puts her hands on you?" Shadow snorted, allowing Sonic to manhandle him, "Is it natural to have these violent thoughts when I know she's barking up the wrong tree, and I have nothing to worry about?"

"Course," Sonic said with a shrug, "Jealousy is normal, even when it seems irrational. As long as you don't act on those impulses, it's fine. And I gotta say, you've been doing a real bang up job of keeping your cool."

"I've been trying," Shadow admitted quietly, lifting a hand to press Sonic's more firmly against his muzzle, "I don't meant to seem petty."

"Never," Sonic shook his head, a slow smirk curling is lips as he shuffled closer to Shadow, slowly slotting himself between the hybrids legs, "You've been doing such a good job keeping a calm head, I think you deserve a little treat."

"A treat?" Shadow's ears perked as he let his hands fall to settle on Sonic's hips, his head tilting ever so slightly in curiosity.

"Yeah," Sonic ran his hands up into Shadow's quills, taking hold of them loosely, "A little something for being such a good boy, and to show you that I'm all yours." He chuckled as he rocked his hips forward, while gently tugging on Shadow's quills, a quiet gasp escaping the hybrid.

"Here? Now?" Shadow demurred, though his legs unconsciously spread wider to allow Sonic that much further into his personal space.

"Sure, why not? This office obviously hasn't been used in a while, so I doubt anyone is gonna walk in on us. Plus, you seem like you need a little reassurance," Sonic cooed, pressing featherlight kisses along Shadow's muzzle and down to his shoulder. One of his hands drifted to Shadow's crotch, his fingers ghosting over his slowly swelling pouch. "How about it? Would you like a little treat to tide you over?"

"Depends on the kind of treat you had in mind," Shadow said with a small smirk of his own, gasping as Sonic suddenly dropped to his knees in front of him.

"This kind of treat?" Sonic hummed, flashing Shadow a bright grin, before leaning forward to press the flat of his tongue against Shadow's slit. The hybrid groaned above him, his fingers moving to dig into blue quills. Sonic chuckled against Shadow's pelvis, peering up from his spot on the floor, "I take it this is a good treat?"

"Shut up and put your mouth to good use," Shadow growled, shoving Sonic's head forward, a low moan leaving him as the hero did as he was told and laved his tongue over Shadow's growing bulge. He sighed as Sonic set to work, his shoulders already relaxing as the blue hedgehog began to coax his cock out of his pouch with his tongue, his head falling back as he massaged at blue quills with his fingers. It didn't take long for his dick to slide free of his pouch, Sonic wasting little to no time in swallowing it down, causing Shadow to lurch forward, curling over Sonic's head with a surprised grunt. "Not-not so fast," he stammered, tugging at Sonic's quills, "Make it last. I want to enjoy my treat."

Sonic popped off Shadow's cock for a moment to catch his breath, a low chuckle leaving him. "Oh, don't worry, Shads," he hummed, hand curling around Shadow's length to stroke it while he spoke, "This isn't all I had in mind, so you'll get plenty of enjoyment."

"Is that-ah! Is that so?" Shadow gasped out, arching a brow.

"'Course," Sonic licked his lips while digging into his quills, procuring a small bottle of lube and wiggling it at Shadow, "I had a little something in mind."

"Always prepared, aren't you?" Shadow snarked, leaning back on the desk, his hips precariously propped against the edge so Sonic would have full access to his ass, using his arms to otherwise prop himself up.

"You know it," Sonic chirped, peeling his gloves off and tossing them aside, before pouring lube over his fingers, "Never know when an opportune moment may arise."

Shadow gasped loudly as Sonic unceremoniously plunged a finger into him at the same time that he swallowed his cock back down, his hips jerking forward at the action. He was quite pleased in that moment that his feet were still firmly planted on the floor. "F-fuck! You- ah, ah, ah!- opportunistic asshole!"

"Mmm, but I'm your asshole," Sonic chuckled as he pulled off for a moment, smacking his lips as he pushed a second finger into Shadow. "Also, is that a complaint I hear? Should I take back your treat?"

"Don't you fucking dare," the hybrid growled out, sighing happily as Sonic took his dick back into his mouth, his head bobbing in time with the motion of his fingers inside Shadow. He was just getting into the rhythm of it, his mind beginning to slip away as pleasure engulfed him, when he noticed it. A flash of pink and shining green eyes through the slightly open office door. Sonic hadn't closed it fully when he'd walked in earlier. Shadow's heart seized in his chest for a moment, before a startled whine was pulled from him as Sonic slid a third finger into him and angled them just so. He stared right back at those wide eyes, hoping Amy was getting her voyeuristic fill. 

He opened his mouth to call her out, tell Sonic to stop, something, but an idea struck him in that moment as Sonic leaned back to swirl his tongue around the head of Shadow's cock, a delighted little moan leaving the hero as he did so. Perhaps this is what Amy needed to see to finally lay off Sonic. Perhaps watching her long time crush enjoy sucking cock and ramming it into Shadow's ass would make her finally realize that she had no chance to try and steal Sonic away. 

With a lick of his lips and a wicked grin shot Amy's way, Shadow let out a loud moan while tugging at Sonic's quills. "I'm more than ready," he growled out, "Fuck me."

"Oh," Sonic chuckled as he leaned back, none the wiser to their audience, "Someone's eager. Getting impatient?"

"You have no idea," Shadow sighed, an unbidden whimper leaving him as the hero pulled his fingers free. He watched in hungry anticipation as Sonic stood, dribbling lube over his own straining length and making quick work of stroking it over his dick so it was nice and slick. Eagerly, Shadow hopped up onto the desk, spreading his legs wide, his tail wagging away as he kept flicked his gaze back and forth between Amy's wide eyes, and the head of Sonic's cock pressing against his entrance.

"Y'know, this would be easier if you leaned back," Sonic said with a slightly crooked smile, one hand moving to press lightly against Shadow's chest, as though waiting for permission to push the hybrid down.

"I want to watch."

"Ohh, kinky," Sonic laughed, but shrugged, "Suit yourself." He then pressed forward, the head of his cock easily popping into the hybrid, pulling a simultaneous groan from them both. "Fuck, Shads," the hero sighed, his attention also on his dick slowly disappearing into Shadow's body, "You're still so tight."

"Is that a complaint?" Shadow hissed, panting as he drew his gaze away from where Sonic was steadily pressing into him, to the watery green eyes in the doorway. "I know you like it tight."

"Shit!" Sonic's hips gave a sudden jerk, unintentionally ramming himself into the hybrid to the hilt, causing Shadow to cry out. "Fuck, sorry," he wrapped his arms around the hybrid and held him tight, burying his face in a black furred shoulder as he caught his breath, while Shadow panted and watched the way Amy's eyes grew impossibly rounder. He could see a hand over her mouth now; was she trying not to openly weep, or was she getting off to the two of them fucking? "What's up with the dirty talk?" Shadow's attention was drawn back to Sonic, "Not that I'm complaining. It's hot. You just normally...don't."

Shadow simply hummed, as though contemplating Sonic's question. It wasn't like he could answer truthfully; that he was trying to prove a point to, and perhaps torment, the girl in the doorway. He licked his lips and glanced at Amy, who looked like she may finally have been inching away from the door. Good. "Perhaps," he sighed, turning his head to draw his tongue up along Sonic's jaw line, eyes trained on the door, "I just want you to loose yourself in me. Show me how much I'm really all you think about."

"Oh, you're definitely all I think about," Sonic groaned, rolling his hips slightly, causing Shadow to mewl wantonly as the hero's cock twitched inside him. 

That didn't seem to be enough to drive Amy away, as Shadow could still see pink just beyond the threshold of the door. "Prove it," he growled out, before yelping in surprise as Sonic forcefully shoved him down onto the desk. He blinked up at the ceiling, reeling for a moment at the sudden change in perspective, before his legs were lifted into the air and haphazardly placed on Sonic's shoulders. He gasped at the way the new angle allowed Sonic to slide that much deeper into him, stars dancing in his vision as the hero brushed against his prostate.

"Hold on tight," was all the warning Shadow got before Sonic was pistoning into him without abandon, fucking him rough and deep and making him slide across the desk. With a grunt, Shadow lifted his arms to hold onto the edge of the desk, doing his best to push down against Sonic to meet his brutal thrusts, each slam of Sonic's cock inside him forcing a deluge of whines, whimpers and moans from his throat. Finally free of the pink hedgehog's gaze, Shadow let himself sink into the pleasure of having Sonic buried inside him, his mind going blissfully blank as he felt the tight coil of pleasure winding in his gut, signaling that he was already getting close.

"Fuck, yeah, baby," Sonic babbled above him, drawing Shadow's glazed attention, "You feel so good wrapped around my cock. I'm so close, but I need you to cum for me first, okay? I love feeling you squeeze me so tight when you cum." Shadow moved to obey, his hand wrapping around his own length, where it had been bouncing against his belly and smearing beads of precum into his fur, only to whine loudly when Sonic gently swatted his hand away. "No. No, baby, you're gonna cum on my cock, yeah?" He shifted his angle, driving in just the way he knew would stimulate Shadow's prostate, grinning at the choked off shout that got stuck in Shadow's throat as he drilled into the hybrid. "There you go. Yeah? You don't need to touch yourself. You can cum from just my cock in you, can't you, baby? C'mon, Shads. Show me how much you love my cock."

Between the savage way Sonic was abusing his prostate, and the dirty talk growled down at him like he was a common whore, Shadow couldn't help but let out a strangled cry as he arched his back, coming so violently he had to close his eyes as his spend splattered across his face.

"Holy shit," Sonic groaned above him, still slamming into Shadow as the hybrid weakly twitched and mewled, splayed across the desk. It only took another moment or two before Sonic was holding Shadow's hips in a bruising grip, grinding himself into the hybrid and calling his name as he came. Finally, they both stilled, their panting breaths the only sound in the office. With a quiet sniff and a chuckle, Sonic eased Shadow's legs down to wrap around his waist, the hybrid tightening their hold on the hero to keep him firmly in place. "Feel better?" Sonic asked after a few moments, rubbing his hands gently up and down Shadow's thighs.

"Marginally," the hybrid admitted, letting his legs fall from around Sonic's waist so the hero could ease himself out of Shadow, a messy gush of cum following and making a mess of the side of the desk.

"Good," Sonic hummed, eyes flitting around the room for a moment, before scooping up a box of tissues. He quickly cleaned and tucked himself away, before wiping the cum from Shadow's face with a fond smile. Once Shadow's face was free of bodily fluids, Sonic leaned in and pressed a long, languid kiss to the hybrid's lips. "You know you never have to worry about Amy with me," he murmured as he pulled away, brushing his knuckles against Shadow's cheek, "You're the only one to ever manage to run fast enough to catch me. I'm not gonna let you go anytime soon."

Shadow returned Sonic's smile with a rare one of his own, while pushing the hero away with a tender touch so he could sit up. "I know. I don't know why I felt threatened by her, but...I don't anymore," he said honestly, snatching a few tissues to clean himself up. "I think I'll go have a chat with her."

"I think that sounds like a great idea," Sonic encouraged as he helped Shadow down from the desk.

They parted ways in the hall with another lingering kiss, Sonic off to another meeting, while Shadow stalked down the hallways in search of their pink voyeur. She'd been gone when he'd sat up from the desk, making him wonder at exactly what point she'd run off. It took longer than he'd expected to find her, but eventually he spotted her chatting with Jewel in the hangar.

"Rose," he called as he strode across the hangar floor, chin tilted up and small scowl on his face. Luckily he didn't have to say anything more for the beetle to get the idea she probably didn't want to be in the vicinity at the moment, as she scampered off with a quick goodbye to Amy. 

"Ah, Shadow," Amy waved awkwardly with a blatantly forced smile on her face, "What can I do for you?"

"Did you enjoy the show?"

Amy froze, swallowing thickly before trying to play dumb. "Sorry? I'm not sure-"

"I saw you," Shadow growled out, arms folded across his chest, "Tell me, when did you finally decide to scamper off? When Sonic started to fuck me, or when he came with my name on his lips? Hmm? Did you enjoy watching him come undone? Did you imagine it was you in my place?"

"I-I-," Amy stammered, cheeks flaring bright red as she shrunk away from Shadow.

"I hope it was enough to make you finally realize that he's mine," the hybrid all but snarled in Amy's face, quills bristled in a threatening manner, "Stop getting into his personal space and putting your hands all over him. It makes everyone uncomfortable. Stop trying to flirt with him, and just accept that he only sees you as a friend."

Amy shifted nervously in front of the hybrid, hands clasped in front of her chest. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snooped, let alone stay and w-watch." She sniffed, crocodile tears in her eyes that made Shadow scoff under his breath. "He's going to hate me when he finds out what I did...I'll completely understand if you want me to stay away from now on."

Shadow rolled his eyes and cocked a hip, shaking his head slightly. "You're still one of his oldest, dearest friends, Rose," he sighed, quills relaxing, "You just need to stop trying to not-so-subtly flirt with him. You're never going to steal him way from me, if that's what you were trying to do. All you managed to do was to make me angry, and him mildly irritated." He watched her wipe at her eyes, another puff of breath leaving him. "I won't tell him what you did, if you tell him we had some sort of heart to heart talk, or some bullshit, that made you realize that you didn't have a chance with him anymore, if he asks."

Amy sniffed once more, before giving a small nod. "Deal," she offered her hand to the hybrid, who took it without much preamble. A quick shake of the hands, and they were both on their way. One much more satisfied with the result than the other.

[nnibarrel]

Desnan adepts without context.

Thall: "…Still, I think they've been away too long. I've tried to trace the teleportation twice, and… uh… failed." Ilkes: "Surely you don't mean that we teleportedthe champion of the gods, the crusaders' Knight Commander, and our friend, to a random point in space? With no way of even knowing exactly where? Ilkes is clearly beginning to panic." KC: "That's exactly what you did, you dimwits." Aranka: "Commander! You're back! What was it like? Was it beautiful? asks Aranka with bated breath, as her friends erupt in cheers and whoops of jubilation." ... Thall: "Thall the Wallflower takes a deep breath to speak and says with all the determination he can muster, No way. I'm not teleporting our friend to an unknown destination ever again. We'll try once more if we improve the ritual to make it more predictable. But… to be honest… I'm not sure it can be done."

Aranka: "Wallflower, I've told you so many times, you have an amazing voice! So deep, so striking… I'd have you trained up in a snap if only you wanted to sing!" Thall: "Sing? Me…? Just… no. Besides, I don't like being on show like that. Oh, look, Commander is here! It's probably something urgent!"

Ilkes: "Don't you miss the city, Aranka? People used to pack into the square to hear you sing." Aranka: "Il, you're hilarious. Of course I don't! What Desnan bard would actually miss the city? It's here that I have all of you and a magic garden in the middle of the Worldwound. But even if I didn't have that, even I was entirely alone, I could always sing for the clouds and the wind!"

Thall: "I'd love to see what Aivu will be like when she grows up. Adult dragons of her kind possess unique abilities. That said, that story about being able to breathe candy is probably made up."

"All three Desnan adepts are busy. Ilkes is praying, Aranka is practicing a new song, and Thall is immersed in his scrolls, stealing the occasional glance at Aranka."

Ilkes: "I never thought I'd ever meet someone like Arueshalae. She's a demon who wants to be better, she's been chosen by Desna, and she's… incredible. The times we live in are terrifying, but when miracles like this happen, you just can't help but believe that hope is shining bright and the world is changing for the better."

Ilkes: "I-It can't be! Are we… flying?!" Thall: "More like floating. Wallflower is calm and collected compared to the others, but his eyes are alight in a way you've never seen before. Our Court is now a floating island." Aranka: "Oh, Commander, is there no limit to the wonders that happen around you and because of you?" ... Aranka: "I can't believe this is all for real! It's just awesome! But… Wallflower, please tell me you have a couple levitation spells handy for us to get down safely!"

Ilkes: "Who thought it was a good idea to hang a hammock at the edge of the ridge? And how are we going to prevent our brave gnomes from using it as a swing?"

[writer12]

I really, really, really, really just wanted jax (TADC) smut plss

Well, it will be difficult, but I will try to cope. Thank you for writing your request and happy reading!

It has been officially proven that the characters do not have genitals, and the Amazing Digital Circus looks like a place where adult things are not possible at all.

But let’s assume that they have genitals and can do adult things, but only in their personal rooms.

I believe that Jax doesn’t care about gender, he can do this with guys, girls, and non-binary people.

Considering his height, I think his penis is a little above average in length and thin.

From his appearance in Digital Circus, I assume he has some rabbit-like habits. He can do this like a rabbit for a couple of days, but still he is still with a human consciousness and tries to control his urges so that his partner does not become overtired and so that others do not have unnecessary questions.

Definitely is a big tease and would tease you even in public. He doesn't care how others react, he just finds it funny to watch you get embarrassed. “Why did you bow, sweetie? Are you feeling bad?” He would say, teasing you with a mischievous smile.

If you could bring 'adult things' into the Digital Circus, he would keep a whole box of such goodies and try half of them on you, if not all.

There's also a minor headcacon, but I think he'd be smoking weed and trying to get you hooked on it.

His favorite positions would probably be missionary (watching your facial expressions and teasing you), mating press (due to its pseudo-bunny features) and against the wall (this stems from his love for an additional audience and because you will be more embarrassed)

Even though he likes to do it in open places, he is very possessive and definitely didn't want to have a threesome.

Little headcanon. When he comes inside you and gets overstimulated, he may make a few rabbit squeaky noises. But don't mention it, he will be ashamed.

(Yes, I've been gone for a long time. But hey, I'm back and ready to write and draw for you all! Stay tuned for updates soon!)

[youremyheaven]

Jupiter Influence Among Korean Actors

Over the years, I have noticed a distinct pattern in the Korean entertainment industry, where most stars considered to be icons have strong Jupiter influence in their charts. Korean general public prefers celebs with a graceful and elegant image, who also have "duality" (they're cute but fierce) and Jupiter natives are endowed with these charms.

I had already mentioned female Kpop idols & Jupiter influence on a previous post, so, this post will focus mainly on Korean actors.

Song Hye Kyo is arguably the most successful Korean actress of all time. She has been in the top billing for over 20years at this point.

She has Hasta Moon (I had mentioned in another post about how Hasta women are revered for their femininity and grace), Uttarashada Ketu (UA gives one a glamorous image) and Vishaka Mercury Atmakaraka.

Atmakaraka is what signifies our soul's purpose, hers lies in the Jupiterean nak of Vishaka.

In fact, its very common for Korean actors to have their atmakaraka or amatyakaraka in a Jupiter nakshatra.

2. Park Minyoung has Venus in Purvabhadrapada as her atmakaraka

She rose to fame playing a young girl who disguises herself as a guy in order to attend school in ancient Korea. It is her family's dire circumstances that push her to attend school in order to find work. This whole drama is very Jupiter coded and the majority of the cast have strong Jupiter placements as well.

Her most popular drama is What's Wrong With Secretary Kim where she plays the secretary to a CEO who is almost inept without her micromanaging his life. I've noticed that many Jupiter women tend to be in this position where, in whatever relationship dynamic, others don't know what to do in her absence because she often single-handedly runs the whole place and makes it look easy and only in her absence do they realise that its far from easy.

3.Kim Ji-won is Punarvasu moon

One of her best known roles is that of Choi Ae-ra in Fight My Way, which I would say is a very typical Punarvasu character. Punarvasu's enthusiasm, almost childlike behaviour and charm can fit the description of a quintessential Asian romcom protagonist and Choi Ae-ra is a very good example of the same. Her rise from the bottom rung of the ladder to working hard to get where she is, is also a very Jupiterean tale (since Jupiter moon natives go through their Saturn mahadasha as young adults).

4.Kim Go-eun has Punarvasu mercury & ketu

Kim Go-eun's first ever starring role was as Eungyo in the movie of the same name.

It is the story of a teenage girl who becomes the object of desire for a 70yr old poet. The movie is very Punarvasu coded imo. In fact, regarding her casting, the novelist, whose book was adapted to the film, had this to say:

 "She was perfect for the forever virgin and forever young image that Eun-gyo symbolizes."

This is literally the embodiment of Punarvasu energy which makes the native simultaneously sensual and innocent.

5. Gong Hyo Jin has Vishaka moon atmakaraka and mercury in Purvabhadrapada amatyakaraka

Her character in When the Camellia Blooms is very Jupiter coded. Jupiter energy can often be manifest as a kind of innocence and naivete and a tendency to be a goody two-shoes.

6.Shin Min-ah has Saturn in Vishaka as amatyakaraka

Her most well known role would be that of a doctor in Hometown Cha Cha Cha, in which she plays a person who refuses to compromise on her principles/ethics to get ahead in her career and has to end up leaving Seoul for a small town. This is again, very Jupiter coded because Jupiter influence makes natives very righteous and possess a strong sense of integrity.

7.Han So hee is Vishaka sun

She was recently in an MV for Jungkook's song 'Seven' which features a quarrelling couple. I've often noticed that with many famous Vishaka women, fighting with their partner, often publicly seems to become attached to their public image. This could also apply to their relationships becoming controversial in general. Miley Cyrus, Beyonce, Katy Perry, Lana Del Rey, Jennie etc all have their luminaries in Vishaka with the exception of Lana who has a Vishaka stellium and they've all had relationship drama that caught public attention in a major way.

The role that catapulted Han So Hee to fame was that of a married man's mistress in the drama The World of the Married👀

8. Jung So-min has Purvabhadrapada Sun & Venus (atmakaraka), Punarvasu Moon (amatyakaraka)

in Because This Is My First Life, she plays a broke writer who despite being a good daughter is not appreciated by her family at all, and despite being good at what she does, faces trouble in her workplace and is overall just going through a not so good time . As I've said before, Jupiter natives go through their Saturn Mahadasha as young adults and this phase is a difficult one where they have to work very very hard to get things done and make any kind of progress. Most K-dramas that focus on the adversities of life, as experienced by a 20 something probably has a Jupiter dominant native as its protagonist.

in general, the reason why Jupiter dominant men & women dominate Korean entertainment, be it music or dramas, is because of the kind of content that Korean entertainment focuses on and the kind of people that the Korean public chooses to support. K-Dramas are known for their complex plots, often focusing on people at conflict with their values and ideas, struggling with their conscience, facing life's challenges and overcoming adversity; class struggles, portrayal of wealth/lack of it, rising to the top, underdogs emerging as winners etc. These are inherently Jupiterean.

Even with Korean music, it has a unique system in place where idols have to "train" for several years before they make their debut. Being hardworking and being an "ace" who excels in several areas is prided on in Korea; in such a culture, it makes sense why Jupiter dominants emerge as the ones on the very top of the food chain.

Now, we'll talk about some male actors😋😌

Lee Minho has Mars in Punarvasu & Mercury in Punarvasu (his atmakaraka & amatyakaraka)

Honestly, his entire filmography is very Jupiter coded 🤣 The role that made him a household name was that of rich, spoilt heir to an immensely wealthy family who is the most popular guy in school and leader of his rat pack.

His most successful role is that of a King in the drama The King: Eternal Monarch which is about an ancient Korean emperor who time travels through a portal into modern-day Korea. Both the fact that he's playing nobility as well as the fact that the drama features time travel/alternate reality esque things makes it VERY Punarvasu coded.

(Punarvasu's element is ether and its deity Goddess Aditi is the Mother Goddess and creator the universe itself, many time travel/movies about the nature of reality feature Jupiter natives)

The drama co-stars Kim Go-Eun, who I have already mentioned above as a Punarvasu girlie🥰

2. Gong Yoo is Punarvasu sun (amatyakaraka)

He starred in the movie "Silenced" which was based on a horrifying true story where he plays a teacher at a school who tries to stand up for and protect differently abled children who are routinely subject to extremely cruel and abusive treatment at a boarding school.

Punarvasu natives are known for standing up for others, especially those who do not have a voice/who are unable to stand up for themselves. These natives have a strong sense of justice and empathy and do not think twice about questioning authority.

His character in Coffee Prince is one which made him a household name and in this drama, he plays a chaebol heir who falls for a young guy who is actually a woman disguising herself as a guy 💀I feel like Jupiter men have at least one movie/show in their filmography that is very queer coded (ex: Keanu Reeves, Punarvasu Moon with My Own Private Idaho)

His most well known character is that of Goblin in the drama of the same name, where he plays an immortal who seeks salvation. Very Punarvasu coded.

This is just a personal observation but I've noticed how many Punarvasu men have an androgynous vibe 🥵

3.Kim Woo Bin is Punarvasu sun (atmakaraka) and mercury

His breakout role was that of a wealthy chaebol heir in the drama, The Heirs.

Playing the CEO's son or the CEO, who is initially arrogant and then faces different trials and tribulations and ultimately redeems himself is a common Kdrama trope and I've noticed that the actors picked for these parts the most tend to be Jupiter-dominant.

4.Song Joong Ki has Vishaka moon & saturn (his atmakaraka)

Vishaka is a rakshasa gana nakshatra and I'd previously observed how many mafia movies feature rakshasa gana natives as the main leads. Joong-ki's Vincenzo sees him play a mafia lawyer.

His character is Arthdal Chronicles (featuring fellow Jupiter girlie, Kim Ji Won) is also very Jupiter coded. Its about the birth of civilization and life in the ancient world. Joong Ki plays the leader of his clan.

5.Park Seo Joon has Purvabhadrapada moon (his amatyakaraka)

He is one of those actors who plays himself in every show/movie he does. This means all his characters are charming, slightly awkward or a little dumb, but good natured and caring individuals who go above and beyond for others. This is like a quintessential Jupiter man trope.

Especially his character in Fight My Way, is VERY Jupiter coded and features fellow Jupiter native, Kim Ji-Won.

A slightly stupid but endearingly adorkable guy who works a low end job and trains to be a boxer whilst looking out for his friends and loved ones? Especially his whole side arc with his ex gf on the show is such a Jupiter guy thing; to forgive a woman and be there for her even though she never cared for him and only kept him around because he was sooo nice to her and did everything for her. I've seen this happen with many Jupiter guys because as Claire said in her video these are the nice guys who women keep in the friend zone because even though they're perfect and extremely courteous, women don't feel like they could be a serious partner.

His character in Itaewon Class explores Jupiter in a different way. He is a struggling businessman who is engaged in a long drawn out battle with a chaebol and finally emerges victorious in the end. Despite the chaebol's petty and below the belt tactics, Seo-joon's character always took the high road and held on to his principles and conducted himself with integrity. Jupiter natives are almost always destined to be the bigger person.

6.Park Bogum has Mercury in Punarvasu as his atmakaraka

He rose to fame for playing a motherless prodigy on Reply 1988. His character was a typical Jupiter one; he's very talented, successful and recognised for the same but he takes no pleasure in it and does not really indulge in the privileges it offers him.

His most famous role would be that of a Prince who falls in love with his eunuch (who is actually just a woman pretending to be a eunuch) in the drama Love in the Moonlight. Like I said before, Jupiter guys have at least one queer coded project in their filmography lol.

7.Park Hyung shik has Sun & Mars in Vishaka (his atmakaraka & amatyakaraka)

His most famous role is that of a CEO in the drama Strong Girl Bong Soon.

8.Yoo Ah In has Venus in Vishaka as his atmakaraka and Jupiter in Purvabhadrapada as his amatyakaraka

His character in the movie Burning represents the dark side of Jupiter men.

His drama Chicago Typewriter features him reincarnating in present day Korea after initially living in the 1930s.

Jupiter influence is visible in movies/shows that have tropes of alternate reality, reincarnation, time travel etc.

[selfishpresley]

Cuando Calienta El Sol/Hentai/Desafió

Her bite reflex got worse when he looked so good. And Judith knew that he loved it when she lost control and just started biting. 

But she couldn’t do it now, she had to give him a massage for working so hard. Pushing himself to get on that podium and place a hand over his heart for her. 

Sergio’s usually tanned skin getting darker with the sun. Her hands were massaging some luxurious and amazing smelling sunscreen lotion. All over his arms. Then shoulder. Then abs. Then his chest. 

She squeezed his pecs and saw him raising a brow behind his sunglasses.

“Amorcito,” She started, hands moving by themselves as she ran her hands over the waxed skin and growing muscles. Her mouth watered. “Te voy a comer vivo. Te vez–” She shook her head in wonder. (Little love, I’m going to eat you alive. You look–)

He smiled his little shy smile. Embarrassed. “Ya estoy viejo.” (I’m old now.)

She rolled her eyes, her sweet man. “Pues yo también.” (Well, me too.)

“No, pero– Mirame.” He gestured to his body. (No, well– Look at me.)

All she saw, she wanted to bite and mark. If she brought her knife, he could be at her mercy. “Estas super sabroso. Te la quiero mamar.” She didn’t know which part of him she wanted to suck. Judith was in the mood to give him the sloppiest– (You’re super delicious. I want to suck on it.)

“Judit.” he looked around at the private beach. Red faced that made her worry that she needed to put some sunscreen on his cheeks again.

“Just the tip.” It was soo freeing being his cockslut out in the open. Knowing that she was the only person to taste him and touch him like this. 

The flush reached his chest, as under her butt, she felt him harden at the thought despite his disapproving frown.

“No querias cogerme aqui.” She tried not to pout. He hadn’t wanted to fuck her for the past couple of weeks. Being too tired from his sims and work. She understood and tried not to let it get to her. There were moments in their relationship where they cuddled and went to sleep. But now she was horny and riled up after he whined to her about not wanting to put on sunscreen. Laying there, being all sexy as she hovered over his lap and gave him a much needed massage. (You didn’t want to fuck me here.)

She loved this man. Loved him so much, and desired him. Wanted to consume him. Eat him up. Bones and all. She would be trying to burrow her way into his chest. Sleeping like a tinkerbell in his chest cavity. 

If she had a dick, she would be trying to get him pregnant at all moments. Now, he looked a bit unsure. “What’s wrong?”

“Me senti,” His downturned eyes turned sad. “No me sentí muy bien. Me estoy envejeciendo.” He shrugged, trying to shrug it off. (I felt, I didn’t feel too good. I’m aging.)

Her possessiveness had to be put to the side for this. “Sergio Michel,” God there weren’t many times that she cried but tears wanted to burst from her eyes. “Eres el hombre más guapo con quien yo he estado.” (You’re the handsomest man that I've ever been with.)

“Soy el único hombre.” He interrupted. (I’m the only man.)

“And for good reason.” She could have her pick of the assholes at the agency. The sharp suits, the senator’s sons. Prospective precedents. Millionaires. Billionaires that still had hair. “Out of all of the guys that wanted, I wanted the Mexican man with thick fingers and thick co–”

“Judit.” 

“Eres el mas guapo. Eres Tom Cruise sin la religion loca.” She thought about that. “Con una religión menos loca.” (you’re the most handsomest. You’re Tom Cruise without the crazy religion. With a less crazy religion.)

He laughed at that.

“Tienes– ¿Que? ¿Treinta tres?” People were talking about her retiring, back home. “Estás en la mejor etapa de tu vida. ‘Sos un adulto’.”(You have– What? Thirty three? You’re in the best stage of your life. ‘You are an adult.’)

“No me hables como Javi.” He groaned and covered his face with his large hands. Thick fingers, indeed. (Don’t talk to me like Javi.)

She pulled a hand so he would look at her again. “Eres un hombre, te sientes viejo porque no tienes veinte años. Pero te faltan muchos para que alguien te mire y diga que ya estas muy viejo.” (You’re a man, you feel old because you’re not twenty. But a lot of years are left until someone looks at you and says that you’re too old.)

The only wrinkles on his were on his balls and around his eyes. Crows feet from smiling. Judith didn’t tell him that. He knew how obsessed she was with every inch of him.

“A veces me siento como una pervertida, quererte tanto. Ser tan posesivo contigo. Porque sé que si posteas esas fotos de nuestras vacaciones, la gente se volverá loca.” (Sometimes I feel like a pervert, wanting you so much. Being so possessive of you. Because I know if you post the pictures of our vacations, the people would go crazy.)

He shook his head like what she was saying was ridiculous.

“Es la verdad. ¿Por qué crees que me enloco por estar tan cercas de ti siempre? ¡Alguien te va robar!” (It 's true. Why do you think that i get crazy to be near you all the time? Someone is going to steal you!)

“Estas loca.” He laughed. In a better mood now. Calmer. He exhaled and released some tension. “Me senti, no se–” (you’re crazy. I felt, I don’t know–)

Cont. in AO3

[proship-confessional]

I'm keeping SFW because your fixed post states "the mod is a minor". I, personally, feel a little icky as an adult to talk NSFW with a minor, y'know? I don't have MDNI in any vlog because I know they get ignored (I've been in spaces with NSFW content since I'm, like, 12, so...), but yeah. And I tend to get way too wordy when I go there (which's weird for an aroace person).

So little things about my incestous serial killer sisters:

Warnings: mentioned child abuse, underage, omegaverse-typical possessiveness. And murder, of course.

- older sister killed their mother when she caught the woman hurting the younger sister;

- the age gap is eight years;

- the first person the younger sister kills is a creepy guy that thought he could catch the older sister;

- older sister gets annoyed when puberty hits and her little sister is suddenly twice her height;

- older sister is quite possessive, even before they officially start to date;

- by possessive I do mean making sure younger sister smells like her and scarying away proper-age suitors;

- older sister claims younger sister in the second the girl turns eighteen;

- they have fake IDs, and often pretend to be a married couple;

- killing people together is more erotic than having mating cycles together;

- all the killing are very brutal, they wash off blood and guts of each other quite tenderly.

I'll stop before it gets too long :)

Ashie 🤱💞

✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧

(your ideas are always so interesting!!! and i totally get not wanting to possibly accidentally get weird with a minor, and respect that. great writing ideas as always!!)

[lol-jackles]

I'm rewatching spn and Jared 's portrayal of Sam when possessed by demon Meg in season 2 I think is sooo good! He really appears unhinged when he comes out as the demon, and even the scenes where Sam (possessed by Meg) is acting like Sam, are so wicked. I think this is the first episode where Jared sort of portrays a character who is not Sam (in mind, body and spirit) and he really does a wonderful job.

With Dean's character I've noticed that whenever he is in mortal danger, like making the year long deal to save sam's life, or the mark of cain arc, or being possessed by Michael arc, and many many more arcs in the later season, Dean just completely gives up on himself and on life. I HATE this attitude with every cell of my being! MORE than Dean being codependent on Sam and not letting him live his life without Dean. I hate this defeatist attitude so much. And then everyone else around him has to worry for him and take care of him and find resolutions for his issues. While with Sam, he doesn't give up till his last fighting breath. I love that!

 Meg!Sam was probably the first time when casual watchers sat up and go, "whoa, the kid can act!". When Meg and Castiel became a canon couple, I thought it was a huge missed opportunity that Meg didn't possess Sam again and gift us scenes of Castiel swooning after a flirty Meg!Sam.

Yeah, Dean's defeatist attitude was a plot device that can get tiresome, starting in season 5. Still, it was a plot device that usually works as part of Sam's hero journy arc.

From Sam’s point of view, Dean’s endless self-inflicted apathy is part of the long list of crappy-things-to-do-to-Sam.  Like in episode 13x05, Dean temporarily killing himself so he can go into the dead zone to find the bodies and free the souls, while a good idea (I guess???), was still a very crappy thing to do to Sam as there was no discussion, just “here’s a needle give me five minutes being dead okay see you later.”  It’s been ongoing since season 2, so I don’t blame Sam in season 14 for thinking the Mal'ex magic box business is just the latest in a long string of events of Dean causing himself harm and then giving up at the first inconvenience.  Sam’s angry speech in episode 14x11 “Damaged Goods” was not only about Dean cutting Sam out of his plan with no discussion but also for giving up by using blind faith in fate as an excuse (“since when do we believe in fate?”).  Sam’s speech in episode 14x12 “Prophet and Loss” recounts their long history of defying fate and surviving literal and figurative hell because they had faith in themselves. Dean is forgiven for forgetting this lesson every season because the plot device kicks in just in time to give us some of Jared's finest acting of Sam’s decade-long frustrations with Dean’s obstinance, causing him to breakdown and ask, “why don’t you believe in us?”, like a child asking why adults do stupid things when the adults should know better. 

Dean's defeatist attitude is part of the determinism (Dean) vs free will (Sam) philosophy that ran through the series by Sam confronting and challenging the authority figures in his life: John Winchester, Dean Winchester, Lucifer, and then God. They all wanted Sam to be something he didn’t want to be - John’s solider, Dean’s companion, Lucifer’s vessel, and Chuck's story.  Eventually, Sam acquiesced to their demands but on his own terms, he became a hunter to leave a legacy, became Dean’s partner to save him, became Lucifer’s vessel to save the world, became Chuck's story to defeat him and bring free will into the world through Jack, a nephilim he essentially raised and influenced.

Dean: "Finally free"