#and it... just doesn't really bother me that much that I'm that far behind either

[sassypantsjaxon]

Yknow, maybe the my hero ending disappointed me more than I originally thought because I'm... seven? episodes behind now...

[goldweaverr]

Hi! I just saw your first post about our beloved Kremnos prince, Mydei, and I absolutely love it! ❤️ You captured his character so beautifully, especially his views on love and romance. I adore how meticulous and accurate you were in portraying him—I completely see him that way too! Our prince carries the heavy burden of his family's royal lineage and the countless people who rely on him in the name of Kremnos. This perfectly explains his inexperience with love and romance—he simply has no time or hasn't been able to find someone to share such a connection with. I absolutely love how you portrayed his behavior when he finally discovers someone he can truly open his soul to! It’s so beautifully done! ❤️ I wonder—have you ever thought about Mydei letting his lover take the lead in bed? Whether it’s because of his inexperience or his eagerness to explore, the idea is so captivating. I love imagining Mydei finally letting go, allowing himself to be passionately ravished as he releases all the pent-up stress and burdens he’s carried for so long. It feels so fitting for his character—a vulnerable yet liberating moment where he can truly surrender and experience love in its rawest form. ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

OH MY !! I wasn't expecting such a lovely response at all, I'm so flustered, thank you so so much !!! I'm glad we share an opinion and I'm so glad you like how I portrayed him !!! I was hoping people would see The Vision™ so I'm beyond happy to know that not only has it reached, but others see it too ~! I'm very overwhelmed with the positive responses, and I'm more than happy to be sharing a space with so many fellow Mydei fans!! I finished the quest today and haven't been okay about him since, I hope he doesn't get sidelined too much as the story progresses and more characters get introduced because I sincerely love him so, so much <3

Again, thank you for your kind words!! They mean so much to me!!

And as for that lovely idea... muehehe let's get to it then ! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ I hope I can do it justice !

— NSFW! MDNI! No spoilers!

Love. In it's rawest form.

He knew he could let you take control. All your midnight rendezvous so far had him taking the lead. It just simply felt natural to be the one to drop you on your back — hand behind your head to soften your impact against the already soft mattress — and pleasure you until you can't take any more. Until all you can do is scream his name endlessly. Until you forget there were Titans out there to worship instead of him. That was his role towards you, it felt only natural. He didn't mind it one bit, he was more than happy with it. Steadied above you by the strength of his arms, staring at the gorgeous sight of you unraveling underneath him, your expressions, the eye contact, your nails on his back. It was divine.

Sometimes, you two would spice it up a bit by making slight changes. Trying a few new positions. You were both still so new to this, taking it really slow to remain comfortable. Yet so eager to explore more of each other, of love, and sex, intimacy. Although he understands there's no shame in having discussions about these things beforehand, it still felt easier for him to learn through action. If something bothered either of you, neither would hesitate to express it, and everything halts. He's not an animal. He understands boundaries, limits, preferences, comfort.. he doesn't shy away from expressing his own, and wants you to always be equally as comfortable. Love is not meant to be uncomfortable.

For example, one thing Mydei found he doesn't like is when you're on all fours and he's taking you from behind.

The position felt... Uncomfortable to him in a strange way. He found it felt a bit degrading to you, and it prevented him from seeing your face and expressions. Which upset him when he came to realize that not staring at your beautiful face while he's making love to you takes away so much of the intimacy that brings him comfort during these activities. He loves watching your reactions. He even likes talking to you through it. Lacking that made him feel vulnerable in a way. So after you were done, he told you how he felt, and that was the last time the position was used. Simple as that.

You had both been thinking about bringing it up, but wondering how to approach it.

He might not look like it, but when it came to this newfound love, he was so no less eager to discover everything that came with it. He wanted to know everything about you and show you everything about him. He wanted to know how to kiss you in the right ways, how to hold you with a grip that's balanced between protective and loving, how to be there for you in a way that doesn't suffocate you, where on your body to put his lips so that he drives you insane, what pace of thrusts makes you see stars in the glory of Kephale's morning...

And through it, he discovers himself. He's learning along with you. He doesn't know much about these parts of who he is, he's endlessly grateful you've given him this opportunity to learn and get to know himself more. And his recent thought is that it might be nice if sometime, you were to get on top of him and ravish him the way he usually does to you.

But, that can't be right? He can't ask you to do that, can he? Is he allowed to want this? Shouldn't it be his job to pleasure you and take care of you? It might be shameful if he wanted to just sit back and let you do all the work...

You, on the other hand, were thinking about it endlessly. Wanting to watch him relax, watch him unwind. Wanting to be the one giving him pleasure for once, he deserves it. He takes so much care of you, always putting you above himself, in every aspect. Even outside of your relationship, he's always putting others first. Prioritizing Phainon's safety over his own, even the two outsiders above himself. Putting the city of Okhema and it's citizens safety first, putting the wants of his people above his own... He's never given enough credit for how much of himself he sacrifices everyday for others, because they view him as too distant, too rough, too cold... His actions speak louder than his words, and his actions are constantly putting himself in harm's way if it meant someone else would be safe.

So, for once, he deserves to turn his mind off. Turn off his senses and his desire to please. To just enjoy being taken care of, being loved, being thanked for everything.

So when midnight came around (or the hour people got used to being midnight, not like the endless sunlight indicated much for them) and you two found yourself tangled up in the usual dance that happens so often, you decided it's now or never. As Mydei began to slowly guide you towards the mattress, lips never once leaving yours, you turned your position around an dropped him down instead. The sudden movement broke the kiss and left him with an expression of shock on his face, staring at you questioning what just happened. You smile at him and gently push him up a bit more, letting him get entirely comfortable on the bed. He follows your lead slowly, unsure where this is going, but curious to see what you're up to. Your expression remained calm, a smile that looks almost like a smirk, mischief and adoration in your eyes as you stared into his fiery gold ones. "let me take care of you" you broke the silence by saying. His mouth opened slightly, as if to answer, before it closed again after not finding the right words. His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he doesn't break eye contact, "take care of me?" He asks, tone full of uncertainty. You nod, "you're always taking the lead. In battle, in bed.. why don't you just let me thank you this time, hm?" Your voice came out soft and gentle as you began to straddle him, hands pushing him down slightly so he can be fully relaxed into the comfortable bed and he follows your every silent order as you get yourself comfortable on top of him. His lap, your throne.

This is what he's been thinking of. He should be happy. But he finds himself feeling a bit guilty, like he doesn't deserve it, like this isn't fair to you, and that prevents him from relaxing entirely. The worry on his expression was clear to you, you understood each other through the tiniest of microexpressions, and you could tell what he was thinking. "You're worth everything" is all what you say in response to soothe your worries, deciding to follow in his example and let your actions speak louder than your words.

You pressed your lips in kiss gently, moving against his in a soft rhythm that felt too innocent considering the moment blooming between the two of you. His hand came up to grip the back of your head carefully, letting you do what you want and following along as best he can. Your hand on the other end got to working off the armor on his body, shedding away the last piece of protection that separates his bare body from you, thinking to yourself how grateful you are that he trusts you to this extent, to allow himself to be this vulnerable and unprotected in your presence. His hands shift as they help you take off his clothing, the sound of metal hitting the ground resonating as more and more pieces are thrown off to the floor carelessly until he was naked. Although it was all about him tonight, you still pulled away to strip yourself as well, not wanting him to feel an imbalance in the dynamic between the two of you. As soon as you were naked, he leaned in to kiss you again but you dodged his lips with a playfully chuckle, he lets out a sulking scoff in response.

You begin to kiss his jaw, running your tongue over the spot you knew he liked, before you slowly went down to his neck. Your arms wrapped around his waist to drag your chest flush against his, wanting to feel him as close as you can as your lips continued to explore his neck, as perfectly sculpted as everything else about him is.

Marks left shamelessly decorating his neck, paying no mind to how easily they can be seen through the little clothing he wears. Your hands and mouth worked in tandem to assure his pleasure, one hand busying itself rubbing his length up and down slowly, another playing with his chest, as your mouth kept leaving kisses and bites and hickeys all over his neck and collarbones, tongue tracing over the red marks adorning his torso. His breathing heavy, his chest heaving up and down quickly, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise them, shameless moans and grunts and groans coming from above you. Sneaking a peek over to look at him, his eyebrows are pressed together tightly in pleasure as his eyes are closed shut, head leaning back, sweat dripping down his forehead.. a divine sight. One that motivated you to work even harder to pleasure him. Your mouth left his neck and went down to take a nipple in your mouth, earning you a harsh jolt of his entire body that made you yelp. "Sorry.." he apologizes sheepishly, face red as his hands try to distract you by roaming all over your body. You suppress a chuckle and plant a quick smooch on his lips to tease him, and he lets out a quiet groan as he rolls his eyes at you. You get back to what you were doing, sucking his nipple the way he does to yours, hand playing with the other way, all while your other hand never left his length, giving him just enough friction to stay excited, never enough to cum.

Eventually you let go of his chest and pull back for a minute to admire your work so far, admire how he already looks spent despite you barely being halfway through your mission. He'll complain and scold you for all the marks left across his torso tomorrow morning, but you'll deal with that problem later, currently you feel proud of yourself. Your gaze moves over to the vein on his bicep and your nail drags against it softly, idly, as you consider your next move. He stares at you wordlessly, anticipating what's next. He might not be admitting it through words, but he is entirely enjoying this. He doesn't understand why he'd hear some men complain about feeling their pride sting if they ever let their partners take the lead, if anything, Mydei has never felt more like a king than he does in this moment, all the attention on him as he's practically being worshipped. He feels so powerful, but most importantly, so loved.

You make eye contact with him again, a gentle expression as the friction between your gazes could practically be seen as sparks of electricity. "I love you" he says, breaking the silence but igniting that flickering flame that needed a fuse. You smile, not responding, but instead immediately pushing yourself down to the ground to kneel in front of him, preferring to answer him with more service. He props himself up on his elbows to keep watching you intently, as you wrap your arm around his length again, and bring your lips to it. He's used to gripping your hair when you go down on him, guiding you to the pace he prefers, but this time when he grips he makes no other moves, trusting to let you take the lead entirely how you want to. You won't deny him his pleasure after all, it's you.

At times he has the most random thoughts. Like if the walls are actually thinner than he thinks. Like if anyone on the other end can hear the mighty crown prince moaning out his partner's name. Like if Aglaea's golden threads can even pick stuff like this up, oh no ....

But a jolt of pleasure brings his thoughts back to reality as he redirects his attention back to you.

He isn't ashamed of what he has with you. He's afraid of where it might take him. Of how much he's willing to do for you. He knows every minute spent with you indulging in romance and desires is playing with fire while he's made of gasoline. And he'll burn down to ashes in his most graceless moments when he's bare under your gaze that burns gold into his skin, liquifying his flames into a puddle of adoration for you.

While maintaining eye contact with you, a silent exchange of vulnerability, it spoke an endless capacity. An unspoken sentence of 'Y𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦' ringing loudly in your ears. '𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴'.

You brought out the best out of each other, but simultaneously the ugliest human parts as well. Brought out the honesty he's hid from others and himself, brought out the desires he's kept ignored without caring about the hole they were digging in his soul. Gnawing away at his very being and turning him hollow. Brought out the love he was afraid to ever confront. But he's here now, confronting it and ruling over it's court. And tonight is the summit of Mydei's seemingly pathetic life. The two of you are wrapped up in a galaxy of your sins; summed down to nothing but a constellation of the most raw human desires. Who were the titans to demand worship when they knew nothing of what true religion was. This was a ritual. An exchange of souls. It meant more to Mydei than anything else has. This was raw, this was love. He could live in a reel of this night replaying endlessly forever.

The rest of this cursed world could matter later, to hell with every prophecy that demands his presence, nothing felt more worth experiencing in this moment than your mouth on him and your heat surrounding him and your praises spilling against him and your touch killing him and bringing him to life a thousand times over in this bed.

This was love in it's rawest form, and they can call Phainon the chosen one all they want, but Mydei feels like he's received the greatest blessings this universe has to offer him when he made eye contact with you the first time, and if the black tide was to eventually swallow even the last standing holy city, then to hell with all of it if you'd still be by his side.

[wolverigrl]

Rumors

Hugh Jackman x reader (actress)

Warnings: smut! Only 18+!, swearing, angsty, fluffy

!Disclaimer! If you'd like to skip the smut, scroll down as soon as you see "---" in the text. From there, the smut part begins and ends at the next "---"!

Enjoy!

Previous Part

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It's been five months. Five months since our first date, and yet somehow, it feels like both forever and no time at all.

I sit here now, in the gym, watching him lift weights like it’s nothing, and I’m struck by just how lucky I feel. From the very beginning, it was like we found our rhythm without even trying - our relationship is built on mutual respect and trust. We give each other space when needed, and t's refreshing to be with someone who values independence as much as I do.

The dates we've had so far have been perfect in their own way. Our second one was at this hidden gem of a restaurant tucked away in the city. I remember how he laughed when I spilled wine on the tablecloth, and how his hand brushed mine as we reached for the same napkin. We've done simple things too, like grabbing coffee early in the morning or working out. Once, we spent an afternoon at an old bookstore, getting lost in the aisles of dusty novels and sharing passages that made us laugh. Every moment with him feels like a memory in the making

And yet, it all changed a little last month when we were spotted. We hadn't been careful enough. A quick kiss in a park, something so innocent, but the paparazzi caught us. The next day, our picture was splashed across every tabloid and social media. That unintentional confirmation of our relationship wasn't what we had planned. Neither of us wanted the world in on our private lives.

Still, we've dodged every question thrown at us in interviews or on social media. But avoiding the questions doesn't stop the criticism.

The age gap. It's what everyone seems to latch onto. Hugh's used to it - He’s been doing this long enough to know how to handle the press, the rumors, the gossip. But me? I’m still learning how to deal with it. I try to act like it doesn't bother me. I nod along, tell everyone I'm fine, but inside, it's harder than I thought it would be. Some of the comments sting more than I care to admit. I've been in relationships before, but none of them were "public" like this. My exes were all from my private circle - well, except for Chris, but that doesn't count. That was way before either of us was well-known. This, with Hugh, is different. It's out there.

I didn’t want that. I wanted to keep us private for a while longer, to hold onto this little piece of normalcy for just us. But now it’s out, and there’s no taking it back.

Now everything is under scrutiny. People question our relationship and my motives. Of course there are fans who are supportive - sweet comments, even some who come up to me on the street and say they love us together. But then there are the others. The ones who say I’m only with him to advance my career, that I’m using him to get ahead. Ever since our last movie together, I’ve been getting bigger roles, and some people think that’s because of him. Like I can’t earn anything on my own.

I try to brush it off, but there are moments when those words hit hard. And even though Hugh has told me a thousand times to ignore it. I’m not like him. I haven’t been in the spotlight for decades. I don’t have the thick skin he’s developed over the years.

Our managers weren’t thrilled either when they found out we’d been seeing each other behind their backs. It wasn’t anger, really, more disappointment that we hadn’t trusted them enough to let them in on it. But in a way, I’m glad we didn’t. We needed this to just to be ours for a while.

Still, despite all the noise, the criticism, the rumors—there’s comfort between us. We act like a real couple. We’ve never had the talk, though, about what we are exactly. Are we officially together? I don’t even know. We’ve just kind of fallen into this routine, and honestly, love it. I love the way he makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world when we’re together.

My eyes drift back to him as he lowers the weights, his muscles tensing with the effort. He's ridiculously strong, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a turn on. God, he’s attractive. And sweet. And patient. And funny. Sometimes I catch myself even fangirling. I mean, it's still Hugh fucking Jackman. How did I get so lucky?

“You good, y/n?" Hugh’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I realize I’ve been staring.

“Yeah." I say, quickly covering up my awkwardness with a grin. “Just appreciating the view.”

His eyes narrow, that playful smile tugging at his lips. He walks over, sweat still glistening on his skin, and towers above me, crossing his arms. “You know, you could’ve just taken a picture.”

“Maybe I will next time,” I tease, leaning back on the bench.

He chuckles, the sound warm and rich. “Or you could just join me instead of sitting over there like a creep.”

“Please. I did twice as many reps as you did earlier,” I say, pretending to wipe imaginary sweat from my brow. “I deserve a break.”

“Is that right?” He raises an eyebrow, leaning down so we’re almost face-to-face. “Pretty sure I saw you struggling with those squats.”

“I wasn’t struggling." I protest, trying to keep a straight face, but his cocky grin is making it impossible.

“You say that now, but your form—”

“My form was perfect!” I laugh, pushing his arm lightly. “Stop acting like you weren’t impressed.”

“Oh, I was impressed." he admits, his voice dropping an octave. “Just not with your workout.”

The heat between us flares up in an instant, the way it always does when he looks at me like that. There’s this pull, this magnetic energy that I haven’t felt in a while. We flirt, we tease, we push each other’s buttons, and it’s exhilarating. But there’s always this line we haven’t fully crossed yet. We get close - so close - but we always pull back.

We go back and forth like this until we wrap up our workout. Hugh's leaving for Sydney tomorrow to visit his family for a few weeks, but his kids won't be able to join him because they're going on holiday with their mom, so it'll just be him this time

I'll admit, I already miss him so much. I don't really know what to do yet. So far, we've spent pretty much every day together, but now that the interviews are slowly getting fewer and everyday life is getting quieter, it's getting boring without someone to keep me on my toes. I guess Ryan and Blake will have to take over.

After the gym, we head back to his place, still bickering about who did better with which exercises. By the time we're on the couch, it's turned into playful shoving and teasing until his lips are on mine, and everything else fades away. God, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed the way his lips feel on mine, the way his touch sets my skin on fire.

But just as things are about to cross that line again, I pull away, leaving him breathless and staring at me in confusion.

"You’re impossible." he mutters, running a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice.

I smile sweetly, standing up and stretching. “I need a shower.”

"You’re an absolutely evil woman!" he calls after me as I walk toward the bathroom, but I don’t turn around. I can feel his eyes on me the whole way.

I can't help but smile to myself as I undress and step into the shower. The hot water cascades down my skin, but my mind is elsewhere - back on the couch, replaying the way his hands felt on me, the way his breath hitched when I kissed him. It's getting harder to hold back, to not give in to the growing desire between us. We've come close before - so many times - but for some reason, we always stop right pefore things get too far. It's like we're both waiting for the perfect moment. I'm not in a rush, but God, he makes it so hard to resist.

But it’s not just physical. It’s him. It’s the way he looks at me, the way he makes me feel seen. I’ve never been so comfortable with someone, and that scares me a little. I’m falling for him - hard - and I’m terrified of what that means. We’ve never even talked about what we are, and here I am, thinking about how much I want him, how much I love him.

The thought stops me in my tracks. Am I in love with him? My heart pounds in my chest, and I realize that, yes, I probably am. But I don’t know if he feels the same way. What if this is just something casual for him? What if I bring it up, and he doesn’t feel the same? He’s never pressured me, never pushed for more, and sometimes I wonder if he’s happy with how things are - just casual, just fun.

When I'm done, I slip into my pajamas - just a simple tank top and shorts - and head into the bedroom. Hugh's sitting on the edge of the bed, scroling through his phone, but he glances up when I walk in.

"Took you long enough." he says with a mischievous grin. "Were you thinking about me in there?"

I smirk, leaning against the doorway.

"Maybe?"

He laughs, setting his phone down and standing up. He walks over to me, placing one hand on my hip, the other cupping my face. His lips brush mine in a teasing kiss, his hand sliding down to give my ass a playful squeeze.

"Behave." I mutter, but my voice betrays me, sounding more breathless than I intended.

"Why? I thought you like it when I don’t." he says, that teasing grin never faltering.

Before I can respond, he pulls away and heads to the bathroom. "I'll be right back."

I sighed and lay down on the bed and looked thoughtfully at the ceiling.

Before I can lose myself in my thoughts again, I hear the water turn off, and a minute later, Hugh steps back into the room, still dripping wet and wrapped only in his towel, which hangs dangerously low. I can't take my eyes off him. He's searching through the dresser, muttering something about forgetting his boxers, but I don't hear the words. My heart pounds in my chest, and I know - I know - this is it. I can’t hold back anymore.

Without second guessing, I get up and cross the room, moving toward him without a word. He watches me, his brow furrowing in slight confusion, but there’s something else there too.

When I reach him, I stop, just inches away, and look up at him. I don’t say anything for a long moment. I just let myself feel the weight of this moment.

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Finally, I find my voice, though it’s softer than I expected. “I want you.”

His eyes widen slightly, and for a moment, I think I’ve surprised him. But then, something shifts in his expression, and the air between us thickens. He steps closer, his hand coming up to cup my cheek as he studies my face.

“Are you sure?” His voice is low, husky, and I can see the restraint in his eyes. He’s giving me an out. One last chance to change my mind. But I don’t want out. Not anymore.

“Yes." I whisper, barely able to speak past the lump in my throat. “I’m sure.”

That’s all it takes. In an instant, his lips are on mine, and the kiss is different this time - deeper. Hungrier. His hands move to my waist, pulling me against him, and I wrap my arms around his neck, melting into his touch.

Before I know it, he’s lifting me off the ground, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the roughness of the towel against my skin. His grip tightens, and I’m suddenly aware of just how much I want him - how much I’ve always wanted him.

The kiss grew more intense, more desperate, and I can feel the last remnants of our restraint crumbling. He carries me over to the bed, his towel loosening around his hips, and gently lays me down. Our breaths are ragged, our bodies pressed together in a way that makes it impossible to think of anything else.

His kisses moved to my neck while one of his hands disappeared under my top. I gasped softly and ran my hands over his strong back. He began to gently squeeze my breast as I pressed his hips against mine with my legs, clearly feeling his arousal. Breathing heavily, he rubbed his groin against me and applied more pressure to my breast.

"Please." I said softly and looked at him greedily. "Please what, love?" he broke away from my lips and straightened up a little to get a better look at my face.

I couldn't help myself and looked down to his towel, which was now hanging down so low that you could see his perfect v-line clearly, as well as the vein under his belly button.

I swallowed and also straightened up to pull my top over my head.

"Fucking hell." he muttered quietly. I lay back down with my arms over my head and looked straight at him. "Just stop holding back and fuck me already."

He didn't need to be told twice and leaned over me again. The kiss was wilder than before and I felt like his hands were everywhere. I was in such a trance that I didn't even notice that he had already thrown my shorts on the floor. It was only when I felt his fingers on my clit that I realized it. I gasped out loud and dug my fingers in his hair and shoulders as he caressed my neck and circled his thumb over my clit. I was a complete wreck. Everything happened so quickly, but somehow it also didn't. I pressed my knees into Hugh's sides and pushed my pelvis towards him as he slid two fingers inside me. I moaned loudly and pushed my head back into the pillow. Suddenly I felt an electrifying sensation as he ran his tongue around my breast and sucked on it. He curled his fingers in and moved his hand faster. I moaned loudly again and pressed my nails firmly into his shoulder as a pleasurable feeling came over me in my abdomen.

Hugh's kisses moved back up to my lips until he released his heavy breath and slid his fingers out of me.

He looked at me full of lust and totally befuddled. I had never seen him like this before. But seeing him like this almost made me go crazy myself. He smiled gently at me and stroked a few strands of hair from my face. "You're so damn beautiful."

I felt my face flush and ran my hands down his torso to his dick, smiling. He breathed heavily and closed his eyes as I slowly began to stroke him.

I clenched around nothing and bit my lip as I looked at him.

He looked at me again, bent both my legs and pulled my hands away, to stroke his own member. He rubbed his pre-cum wet tip against my clit and looked deep into my eyes. It made me absolutely feral.

"Hell. Stop fucking teasing!" I growled. Without another word, he slid into me and put my legs over his shoulders. I moaned loudly and curled my toes. He was breathing heavily and you could see how much he was controlling himself.

"You're so fucking tight." He slowly began to move his hips and it drove me wild when I felt him filling me up. "Baby please don't hold back." I moaned and closed my eyes.

"Eyes on me my love." he groaned and thrusted harder. I gasped, a little startled, and looked him straight in the eyes. My hands disappeared into his hair again and his speed increased steadily. I felt everything slowly boiling up inside me and I clenched hard around his dick. That eye contact. His moans. The sounds of our bodies hitting each other and the thick air in the room. Everything began to spin around me and I could no longer maintain eye contact.

"I'm gonna cum!" I moaned as I felt him thrusting even deeper than before. Hugh now closed his own eyes, let my legs off his shoulders and pressed both my hands over my head with one hand to stimulate my clit with the other. He was panting loudly himself. "Cum for me baby. I wanna see how you cum all over me."

That gave me the rest and for a brief moment I thought I was seeing the white light. My legs were shaking like crazy and I felt an incredible pull in my abdomen. Hugh moaned with me and let go of me to support himself with his forearms next to my head instead.

Panting, he rested his head in the crook of my neck while I stroked his sweaty back. Shortly afterwards, I felt his rhythm become more and more irregular until he did a last hard thrust and moaned loudly. The sound of his voice and the feeling of his pulsing dick made my skin crawl and I pressed myself tightly against him with my legs and arms.

There was complete silence for a moment. I could only hear our panting and our heartbeats in the room.

I felt his semen leaking out of me and slowly running down my bottom.

Hugh pulled away to lay down next to me and pulled me to his side before kissing me on the forehead. I smiled at him and stroked his sweaty chest with my hand.

"We should probably have done it before the shower." Hugh said with a smirk and looked at me.

"Or in the shower." He laughed and nodded.

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After cleaning up, we lay together, our bodies entwined under the blanket. The room is quiet, except for the sound of our breathing slowly returning to normal. Hugh is beside me, his arm draped over my waist, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on my skin. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest against my back, and there’s a comfort in the silence between us.

But there’s also a weight, a need to say something. To define this.

I shift slightly, turning so I can face him. His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, neither of us says anything. Then, softly, I ask. "Do you ever… worry? About what people say about us?”

His brow furrows slightly, and he brushes a strand of hair from my face before answering. “What people say? You mean the age thing?”

I nod, feeling a lump in my throat. “Yeah. And the way they watch us. The paparazzi, the rumors… It’s just hard sometimes.”

He presses a soft kiss to my forehead, his hand gently cupping the back of my head. “I know it’s hard, y/n and I’m sorry you have to deal with all that because of me.”

“It’s not your fault,” I say quickly. “I just… sometimes I don’t know how to handle it. But I don't want to be that person who lets the outside world affect what we have." I whisper. "But sometimes it just... gets to me."

"You're not that person." he assures me, his voice firm but gentle. "You're human. And it's okay to feel that way. The important thing is that we talk about it, like we're doing now.. And you don’t have to handle it alone." he murmurs, his lips brushing my temple. “I’m here. We’re in this together.”

His words are soothing, but there’s still a part of me that struggles with the reality of our situation. I bite my lip, hesitating before speaking again. “Sometimes I wonder… if maybe we shouldn’t—”

“Hey." he interrupts softly, his thumb grazing my cheek. “Don’t go there. We’re good, okay? We’re more than good.”

I close my eyes, leaning into his touch. “I know. I just don’t want it to get too complicated.”

Hugh is silent for a moment, then he asks quietly. “Would it help if we made it official?”

I blink, my heart skipping a beat. “Official?”

He gives me a small smile, his eyes soft as he looks at me. “Yeah. Maybe then they will stop harassing us with their questions." For a moment we both were silent before he started to speak again. "Like… would you want to be my girlfriend?”

My heart swells at the simplicity of his question and made me speechless. Then I slowly nod, a smile spreading across my face. “Yeah." I whisper. “I’d like that.”

He grins, pulling me closer and pressing his lips to mine in a soft, lingering kiss. We stay like that for a while, wrapped in each other, content.

After a while, he pulls back, looking thoughtful. “You know, I’m heading to Australia tomorrow to visit family.”

I nod, already knowing. “Yeah, you mentioned that. How long will you be gone?”

“A few weeks." he says, his fingers brushing over my arm absently. “But… I was thinking. What if you came with me?”

I blink in surprise. “To Sydney?”

“Yeah. I mean, only if you want to. No pressure. I just thought it’d be nice… spending some more time together. Away from all this.”

I hesitate, the idea both exciting and terrifying. “I don’t know, Hugh. It feels… fast. I haven’t even met your family yet.”

He chuckles softly. “You wouldn’t have to. Not unless you wanted to. It can just be the two of us. We can do whatever you want. I just want to spend time with you."

I smile softly at his words, feeling my heart swell.

“I’ll think about it,” I say softly, leaning my head against his chest. His heartbeat is steady beneath my ear, a calming rhythm that soothes the anxiety swirling in my mind.

“Good,” he murmurs, running his fingers gently through my hair. “That’s all I ask. No pressure.”

I bite my lip, thinking it over. The idea is tempting - really tempting.

"Okay." I say, making the decision. "I'II come. But maybe I'll fly out a week later. That way I can maybe meet up with Blake and Ryan, maybe even visit Chris in Boston."

Hugh nods, a relieved smile spreading across his face. "Deal. A week later, and we'll have the best time. Just you and me."

We share another soft kiss, and can't help but laugh against his lips.

After our conversation, we lay there for a little while longer, basking in the afterglow of everything we’d just shared. The weight that had been pressing on my chest for weeks felt lighter now that we’d talked about it.

Eventually, we sat up, and the idea struck me - if we were really ready to move forward, maybe it was time to let the world know about us on our own terms.

“I was thinking…” I start, glancing over at him. “We should post a photo of us."

Hugh’s eyebrows lifted in slight surprise. “You sure about that?”

I nod, feeling a sense of resolve I hadn’t felt before. “Yeah. I mean the media already knows about us and we can't hide anymore. So why not?"

A smile tugs at his lips, and he reaches for his phone on the bedside table. “Alright, I’m in. Let’s take a picture then.”

I chuckle. “But maybe we should put on some clothes first?”

Hugh laughs softly, the sound sending a warmth through me. “Yeah, I suppose we shouldn’t scandalize the internet too much.”

As I sit up, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the bedroom mirror and grimace slightly. My hair’s a mess from… well, everything, and I’m definitely not looking my best. “Ugh. I look awful.”

Hugh stands up and shakes his head with an amused smile. “You look perfect,” he says, casually reaching into his closet for a shirt. He pulls one on, his muscles stretching the fabric in a way that makes it hard for me to focus. “Come on, we’ll take a cute one.”

I roll my eyes playfully but grab one of his T-shirts from the drawer. “Fine, but if I look weird, we’re deleting it.”

“No way!” he teases, pulling me into his arms once I have the shirt on. “You could never look weird.”

I can’t help but laugh as he wraps his arms around me from behind. He holds the phone up in front of us, angling it to get the perfect shot. “Okay, smile!”

I glance up at him just as he snaps the picture. My smile turns into a laugh, the joy bubbling out of me before I can stop it. I look ridiculous, but when I see the photo, it’s kind of perfect. Hugh’s grinning at the camera, looking all charming and effortlessly handsome as always, while I’m gazing up at him, clearly laughing and obviously so in love.

I bite my lip, hesitating. “I don’t know… I look a little -"

“You look great." Hugh cuts in, his tone firm but soft. “Come on, y/n. This is us. It’s real.”

I glance at the picture again. He’s right. It’s not some polished, perfect photo shoot - it's just us. Happy, in love, and completely ourselves. I sigh, giving in. “Okay, fine. Let’s post it.”

He beams at me, clearly pleased, and starts typing a caption on his phone. I lean over his shoulder to read it:

>>thehughjackman: Caught laughing at all the rumors... guess they weren't all wrong🤫 #couplegoals<<

I laugh, rolling my eyes playfully "#CoupleGoals? Really?"

"You're right." he says, smirking as he backspaces. "How about.. #HughJackedY/n?"

I swat him laughing, and he finally posts it without any hashtag.

I take my smartphone and also post it with another caption:

>>y/ninstagram: Who knew Wolverine was such a softie?❤️🐺<<

And just like that, it’s out there. The world now knows officially. My heart pounds a little faster as the notifications start rolling in almost instantly. I feel a rush of nervous excitement—what will people say?

We sit there, watching as the comments flood in, one after another.

>>vancityreynolds: Took you long enough!<<

>>blakelively:This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Love you both!<<

>>ChrisEvans: Treat her right or Cap's coming for you!💪🏻<<

>>zendaya: Omg, stop! You guys are ADORABLE<<

>>officialladydeadpoolmovie: Deadpool approves of this union. Carry on.<<

I glance at Hugh as the comments keep pouring in, feeling a strange mixture of warmth and relief. There’s so much love here—so many people supporting us. It’s overwhelming in the best way.

“I told you it’d be fine,” Hugh says, his voice soft. He nudges me gently with his shoulder. “And look, everyone’s happy for us.”

I smile at him, feeling lighter than I have in days. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

More comments continue to roll in, some from fans, some from friends:

>>florencepugh: I KNEW IT!!!<<

But it’s the fan comments that really make me smile:

>>lordyx3z: Omg, I knew they were together! This makes me so happy!🥹😩<<

>>serenax77: Remember when y/n literally said 'fuck me' during an interview? Manifesting at its finest😂😂😭<<

>>hugh4ewa: Hugh, blink twice if y/n's forcing you to post couple pics😂<<

>>y/nno1fan: About damn time! Y'all had me waiting like the post credits scene of a Marvel Movie!<<

>>mynameseve: I need somebody to look at me, like y/n looks at Hugh😭❤️<<

>>girlpoolxpoppins: Can somebody pls check on Ryan? ASAP<<

>>boyinyellwspndx: y/n: "fck me!" - Hugh: "Say less". Dreams come true folks<<

I can’t help but grin at the flood of positivity. Sure, I know there will be some haters - there always are - but for now, it feels like we’re surrounded by love and support, and that’s all that matters. I glance at Hugh again, my heart swelling as he scrolls through the comments, laughing at some of the more playful ones.

“This was a good idea.” I say quietly, resting my head on his shoulder.

He turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Of course it was.” he murmurs. “Now everyone knows you’re officially mine.”

I laugh softly, my heart feeling full. “And you’re mine.”

We sit there for a while, reading through the comments and enjoying the moment. It feels like a weight has been lifted, like we’re finally free to be ourselves without worrying about what anyone else thinks.

And honestly? It feels perfect.

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[skeletonh0e]

ohohoho… no writing blog can go without that one classic hc…

ahem–

the boys being…

JEALOUS!

please? :3

(idk if u already did it, pls say u don’t so i don’t get embarrassed by asking again lmfao)

Coming right up my dude, gender neutral reader per usual

Tw for some possessive and yandere-ish type behavior with Nightmare, Killer and to a lesser extent Dust & Axe

The boys are Jealous

Classic Sans:

Imma be real, this rarely happens

He wouldn't be dating you if he didn't trust you, and generally, he's such a chill guy that it's hard for anything to really rattle him (pun very much intended)

He's protective, yeah, but that's pretty subtle, and it's more fear of you getting hurt than you leaving or hooking up with someone else

Not to say it doesn't ever happen

Surprisingly, one way to get him jealous is to laugh at others' jokes. Like really laugh, especially if you laugh harder at them than you normally do at his puns

Hm, he suddenly does not care for you getting all buddy buddy with that person

He'll calmly place himself in the conversation, he doesn't seem to act any different but the vibes are off

Classic: "Hi yes, I'm Y/N's partner. Romantic partner. We're together. Hey, wanna tell 'em about that prank I pulled yesterday?" All said while putting an arm around your shoulder

He is trying so hard to be normal about it but it's clear something is bothering him, it's kind of cute

And yeah the person in question is getting his with the typical passive aggressiveness you'd expect from Sans lmao

By the time you two leave you'll cheekily ask if he's jealous and he'll deny it

Y/N: "That's a shame, he was really funny-"

Classic: "Watch it."

You two will go and have a few laughs over the situation, he also is gonna get you busting a gut laughing in one way or another

Underswap Sans:

The Magnificent Sans is never jealous!

According to him

See Blue has two sides to him, one that's extremely prideful and one that's extremely insecure

He's constantly flip flopping in-between "You'll never find someone as cool as me so you won't bother!" And big ole puppy dog eyes of "Why aren't you paying attention to meeeee" 🥺🥺🥺

The latter largely just comes out as him just being kinda whiney and bothering you, largely behind closed doors as he just kinda glomps onto you and pouts

The former? Well

Someone attempts to hit on you then he just swoops in, picks you up (regardless of how tall you are) then announces

"WHY HELLO YOU SEEM TO BE CONFUSED! THIS LOVELY HUMAN IS WITH ME! THE MAGNIFICENT SANS! MWEH HEH HEH!"

It causes a scene and is just as embarrassing as it looks

"I DON'T BLAME YOU FOR TRYING, LOOK AT HOW COOL MY PARTNER IS! LOOOOOOK!"

And he doesn't even put you down he just walks off with you

Deems it as "coming to your rescue" lmao

Don't give him too hard a time about it though, he means well

And you think he's just as magnificent as he says right? 👉👈

Underfell Sans:

This boy actually is EXTREMELY jealous

And if there's one benefit to having him as a boyfriend it's that his constant snarling and general vibes are good at keeping others away

Which is good, because you're HIS

There's a reason why even in most public places he'll happily let you sit on his lap or keep an arm tight around you, not only because he's a sucker for affection deep down but also so it makes others steer clear

Bro doesn't like when people simply look at you like they're getting ideas, so trust me when I say anyone that actively tries is verbally getting their head bit off

Might actually kick their ass too just for the hell of it, but usually is doesn't escalate that far

.....usually

Listen he's never been above kicking someone's ass just to prove a point alright?

And yes he has no problem reminding you just who you belong to either

He loves to cover you in hickeys and the marks definitely push the point in, even if you try to hide him. And him getting jealous is just an excuse to add more

Tells you just how good you're being while he proceeds to absolutely ruin you ❤️

Underlust Sans:

Man is a sex worker lmao, so you two aren't strictly 100% monogamous to begin with and it'd be pretty hypocritical for him to be jealous 9/10

If you have to deal with others gawking at him while on stage and behind closed doors, he can tolerate you getting some attention

And he doesn't blame others one bit, you are utterly delicious, he would know

Not to say it doesn't ever happen though, but his jealousy is usually pretty tame and subtle

Normally it's just being bigger on PDA than usual and calmly inserting himself into the situation

Especially makes the habit of deciding to show others just how well he can fluster you up, think whole

"That's a good chat up line, I'll give you that, but try something like this~" before he starts cooing in your ear and turning into a bright red tomato

If you left him might even go as far as to have a gross little public make out session with some heavy petting to push the point in

Others can look sure, they might even be a bit successful in wooing you, but he'll make it clear to everyone that he's the best you'll ever have in that regard

Also does seem like the type to just interrupt mid conversation to leave a painfully obvious lipstick mark on your cheek

And he will indeed be cheeky about (da dum tss)

Horrortale Sans:

Axe is a bit of a wild card I'll be real with you

He's very protective....but is he naturally jealous?

Yesn't

He knows he's an intimidating ass guy with a terrifying reputation, which while he's not yelling about your relationship from the rooftops it's pretty clear you two are a thing. So the number of people who'd be dumb enough to try and snag you? Pretty low

So he's surprisingly chill when you spend time with others, to an extent at least. Does this mean he likes it on the rare occasion when others just hit on you especially when he's like...right there? Hell no

The person in question is instantly grabbed by their shirt and hoisted up into the air, getting a very gruff "you must be confused 'bout something here" as he proceeds to scare the living shit out of the dumbass

You might be able to talk him out of outright killing the guy but even if he doesn't kill him, Axe will break their fucking legs to say the least

Jealousy is not a pretty sight when it comes to him and he's kinda clingy the rest of the day

Growls at anyone else that gets close, you know how to calm him down at this point and assure him that you're always going to be his

However, similar to Red, he's not afraid to give some love bites as a reminder

Fresh Sans:

Oh boy, he's about to be ANNOYING

Emotions are a bit of a mine field for him and I don't he even recognizes it as jealousy. Nor is he easily jealous by any means, but that doesn't mean he likes it when others steal your attention

Randomly just poofs in mid conversation, blows an airhorn and inserts himself like "Wazzzup homies!?"

Woe to the other person in question, who knows if their poor wittle ear drums will ever recover

You know how some cats get extremely loud and clingy when their owners pet other cats? Same energy here

I would say he wouldn't go as far as to sit on you while you're doing something important or knocking things over but uh

Don't put it past him!

And don't try to ignore him it will only make him worse, just give him some proper attention and he'll be happy

Tbh depending on the situation might do what Blue does and just pick you up before breezing away on his skate board

His now/j

But honestly he's rarely if ever an angry jealous type just annoying, but he's not opposed to BONKING someone if need be

Killer Sans:

So anyway he started stabbing-

Okay maybe not that extreme right off the bat, but rest assured bro has NO PROBLEM killing someone who's flirting with or hitting on you

Even if they weren't being serious

He's a bit unhinged and a little shit, so unlike with Axe I would not place any bets on you being able to talk him out of it. If anything that might encourage him cuz why do you want them alive so much???

Honestly Killer has the energy of a person who insists that he's not jealous but actually really is despite how much he tries to play it off otherwise

Y/N: "You are the most jealous man I know!"

Killer: "You know other men?!"

Honestly the mentality also applies when you're around others even if they aren't flirting with you. Probably won't stab them but he's there, around, watching, making sure no one gets too close :)

Whatever you do not intentionally egg on this side of him

Man is fully willing to crave his name into your skin if it means you know who you belong to

Dust Sans:

Hoo boy

Also in the camp of "will murder anyone that actively tries to take you away" but can be talked down with the right words

But honestly him getting jealous is more sad than anything else, because he knows damn well he's a mess and he is already partly convinced you will just leave the moment you find someone else

Even after the person in question leaves, he is clinging onto with a vice grip one that almost hurts as he's repeatedly asking

"You are mine right? No, you are. You are! You will be! I'll do anything! Just....don't look at anyone else like that, please don't- I can't- MINE!-"

He is not mentally stable and his hallucinations in his case do NOT help in situations like this

He can get violent with you while like this, he'll always regret it after and you know how to avoid it from escalating like that but the risk is always there

He'll need some hugs and a lot of reassurance, you've probably all but mastered dealing with these type of episodes by now

Attached to you like glue for a bit, death glaring at anyone that comes too close and is silently just defensive for awhile

Things will go back to normal eventually, but lets hope no one pulls the stunt of hitting on you while your boyfriend is RIGHT there for awhile

Nightmare Sans:

Doesn't get jealous unless you give him a reason to

Nightmare is not the healthiest partner to have, he's already extremely possessive and controlling. He keeps a close eye on you, so encounters that trigger his jealous side don't happen often purely because he does not allow it

Sometimes you're lucky if you can leave the palace without a bodyguard, that's not mentioning how he forbids you from wearing anything too provocative strictly because your body is for his eyes only

And anyone that tries is getting killed, whether you're made aware of it or not

If you try to bring up any issue with it he'll pull some manipulative sight, ranging from straight up gas lighting to down play the severity of it or somehow convincing your that it was simply for the best

After all what if that person didn't have your best interest at heart?

He'll remind you just who you belong to in the end, he won't mark you necessarily, he's not a brute after all but you'll be begging for mercy by the end of it

The right words, the right touches, and soon you'll be happily saying just who you belong to then he'll be as happy as a peach

[zoomzooml]

Redesign concepts of Webmaster and Feathers

After a year

WEBMASTER

My biggest problem with the Webmaster design is how cluttered it seems; there's just a lot going on here. So I tried to calm it down a bit; I took away one pair of legs to make him less cluttered but keep (more or less) original body lenght. And I know that in his episode Jun says “if something has eight legs, she doesn't like it,” refering to spiders, but I think eight limbs works too.

I also played around a bit with his colors and markings. As well as body structure and proportions, noting this dragon's show-off skill - spinning webs.

When he puffs up his “cheeks” just before he spits, you can hear a sticky, mushy sound - you know that something is going on inside. The muscles are moving and pushing something with a sticky, gluey consistency. I would like it to be somewhat repulsive.

When he spits silk in attack it does not come out as big ball of burning web. It's more like net in "V" shape, in form of many separate threads of silk shooted at the same time. Similar to actual spiders, but on the bigger scale. His webs also don't burn; I feel like it's an overkill.

I changed the arrangement of his forelegs slightly. I know it's not quite in line with the style of HTTYD (see Speed Spingers' front limbs) but in his case I think arranging his hands in a similar way to therizinosaurus gives him a more menacing look.

Deadly Spinners are dragons that give a very unpleasant first impression. They are not the most beautiful dragons around (at least not by the standard) and their behavior can be repulsive to some. The type of dragon that people are willing to pin an unfriendly, sometimes unfair patch on more easily than on other dragons - as many people do with spiders or snakes and other similiar animals.

Deadly Spinners don't live in large groups - either small groups or solo. But when they are in a group they have very close bonds and spend a lot of time socializing among themselves.

FEATHERS

She is a challenge to me, not gonna lie. She definitely is the most changed among my redesigns so far. She just seems very basic to me.

The most bothering thing to me about her are those "feathers". Because, Alex in s1ep3 calls these "feathers", as well as Olivia in s5ep2, wiki calls these "feathers-like scales", but they can move and are thick what implies they are more like Furies'/Night Light's head numbs? I absolutely can pass the crowns as feathers, but Queen's horns and holes in her meaty tail were here the last straw to not to

And yes, I made a shitty video because I'm really confused and wanted that confusion express lmao. I hope Tumblr won't take it down.

So idk, I wanted to clarify what the frick those things are and go from there. I had two main ideas - either give her actual feathers or quills similiar to those of Bewilderbeast. When drawning I wasn't sure about either idea but finally decided for the latter one. Feels more HTTYD-like I think? And very flammable feathers don't seem like the best survival choice when almost every other animal around can spit fire.

I reimagine Featherhides as way more nervous and skittish dragons. Changewings were mysterious but usually seemed calm and strategical. Featherhides' nature is more in type of "flee" than "fight" (tho they can get so smoke when needed, they are not defensless or smth). They are very easy to spook and sometimes will flee in panic from something very trival just to return seconds later when they realise there was no danger at all, or are curious of whatever scared them. They often make rapid little movements, much like birds - especially if something catches their eye and they are not sure what it is.

Featherhides also live in large flocks without a complex hierarchy. If they can - they run, if any of them can't - at least some of them also stay behind.

Once Feathers bonds with Alex she would be very protective of her little human.

When Featherhides mimic sounds they do not do weird things with their faces like in the show. It looks much more like like some birds do that. But that's just a sidenote.

[loganhowlettshousewife]

lazy mornings and the proposal

animal - bonus headcanons

friendly reminder that i am not a writer, i'm just a girl who loves logan howlett and wanted to write something exploring his animalistic side since i so rarely see it done. my first language is also not english, so please do not be rude when giving me any feedback.

i wanted to let everyone know that even with the epilogue coming out soon and the series being officially over, i'm still not ready to let go of these two. so if you have any ideas or prompts or questions about feral!logan feel free to submit an ask!

warnings: mentions of sex, light sweat kink (oops)

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there’s nothing better than a lazy morning with logan, staying in bed long past sunrise, chasing the warmth that can be found in each others arms. it’s rare, these days, now that he’s gotten a job as a lumberjack and has to be up fairly early most mornings for work, making sure to wake you before he leaves, kissing you deeply and reminding you that he loves you. gone are the days where the two of you would stay home together, locked in your own little world with no one to bother you.

he’d wanted - no, he’d needed, really- to get a job. it gave him something to do with his days, a purpose other than stalking your every move, following behind you like a shadow as you went about your day. it’s a distraction, and a welcome one, one that gives him the opportunity to be a more balanced version of himself, to find peace and trust that you aren’t going to disappear if he leaves you out of his sight for more than a few seconds.

he brings home a decent paycheck, much more than you were making by selling the extra produce from your garden. it’s unnecessary, everything you own had once belonged to your grandparents and has long been paid off, but it’s nice to have the extra cash, to be able to go into town with logan and splurge on expensive alcohol for him and gorgeous new dresses for you.

he’s good at what he does, hacking away at wood with his unnatural strength given to him by his mutation. he’s the best at what he does, to the point where you occasionally worry it’s become too obvious that he’s not like the others, but he always comes home safe.

the smell of wood and sweat cling to him like a second skin and you bury your face in his neck, understanding his obsession with doing the same to you, loving the way the smell of him surrounds you, makes you feel like he’s the only thing in the world. maybe it should be gross, he’s exerted himself all day and is covered by the proof of it, but there’s something about it that makes you melt into him every time.

he takes off his muddy shoes and picks you up, ignoring your squeal of protest at the unexpected gesture, smirks when you wrap your legs around his waist. he brings you into your bedroom to take the stress of his day out on your body or into the bathroom where you run your hands over his bare skin and wash away anything that isn’t your loving touch. either way, the tension leaves him the moment he’s returned to you, able to recognise that you’re safe.

you love the life you’ve built, the ease and comfort of it, and yet those lazy mornings, so few and far between, are still your favourite. the days where logan doesn't have to go into work and you push back your daily chores for later because you would much prefer to stay snuggled up in bed, laughing as he kisses your neck and bare shoulders, twinning your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

the night he proposes starts off like any other. he returns home from work to the smell of dinner in the oven, takes you apart under the warm stream of water from the showerhead beating down on your skin, lets you wash away the grime from his body and dig your hands into the tense muscles of his back, massaging away the day’s activities. he melts into you, letting you care for him in a way he’d never let anyone else, and you smile beatifically.

when you exit the shower, it’s to the sound of the oven timer going off, announcing that the dinner you’d prepared for the two of you is ready. you hardly notice when logan doesn’t follow you out of the bathroom and into the kitchen as usual - some days he returns from a long day on the job and refuses to leave your side, on others he needs moments of solitude peppered in to keep the overstimulation at bay.

he stops in your shared bedroom as you plate the food, giving logan double your portion size as usual.

his body requires more energy to function, his healing factor taking a lot out of him. it’s not something logan ever noticed, since he doesn’t bother to worry about his own health most of the time, but you see the way it affects him when he doesn’t eat the way he should. it’s horribly taxing on his body, making his veins protrude from his skin in harsh lines, a reminder that no matter how easy it is to ignore it when looking at his muscular and imposing stature, his body is still starving.

you’ve made it your mission to feed him, and so you narrow your eyes into a glare until he finishes his plate, leaning over afterwards to kiss the annoyance from your lips, muttering praises and thanks that have your skin tingling and face feeling hot. 

he’s healthier now, a layer of fat covering his muscles, a softness to his body that wasn’t there before. it’s something you pride yourself on, the knowledge that you’re taking good care of him.

he doesn’t talk much throughout dinner, though he never does. you tell him about the latest book you’ve started reading, going back and forth on whether or not you’re truly enjoying it, complaining about the characters personalities while raving about the writing style. it makes logan smile, watching you be so passionate.

he gives you a few vague sentences about his day at work when you press him about it. “it’s not that interesting,” he says, the same excuse he gives every day. occasionally, he’ll have some gossip to share about the men he works with, his enhanced hearing allowing him to listen to their conversations without being forced to partake in them, but not today. “would much rather listen to you talk, darlin’.”

with desert in front of you and a peaceful lull in they conversation he takes your hand, kisses the back of it with his slightly chapped lips before getting down on one knee and pulling out the ring he’d bought a few weekends ago while you perused the farmer’s market stalls. it’s not big or flashy, the night is hardly out of the ordinary in any way, but it’s perfect. your eyes prick with tears that you attempt to hold back but fall anyway the moment you blink.

this is what makes yours and logan’s relationship, the understanding that there’s no need to be anything but yourselves, that as long as he’s here promising to love you forever, pleading you to do the same, there’s nothing else that could come close to matching the joy in your heart as you say yes.

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[thekinslayed]

Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered

summary | Tom Bennett doesn't go the jazz hall, not really, but a pretty little bird might change his mind. (based on this request.)

pairing | tom bennett x singer!reader

tags | 18+, MINORS DNI! oral (m), unprotected sex, switch!tom, switch!reader, kinda ooc for tom, fluffy ending! (not proofread)

wordcount | 4.2k

song rec | Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered - Doris Day

note | dialogue might be ooc for tom bc genuinely how tf do british ppl speak 😭 fics might become few and far in between as i'm back in college, but i'll always try to write!

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

I’m wild again, beguiled again

A simpering, whimpering child again

Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I

This was not Tom’s scene. He wasn’t one to go dancing, nor to clubs with those frilly cocktails and fancy scotch. He liked rowdy pubs, with their sticky floors, and cheap pints. Granted, this place wasn’t top of the line either, but it was a step above what Manchester considered typical. He wasn’t here for a fun night out; he had come here for a reason. 

That posh boy had done something to his sister again, he was sure of it. Lois had come home in tears, the third occurrence this month, silently sniffling up the stairs while Tom could only sigh in frustration as he sat by the radio. Douglas’ boy never thought Harry to be decent, but with much placating from his baby sister, he’d reluctantly let them be. But the other night was his last straw, and if Lois was reluctant to put her foot down, her brother would gladly do it for her. He wouldn’t confront him in broad daylight. No, Tom had done enough of scrapping and petty fights to do that, especially with a mummy’s boy like Harry. Better to blame it on the ghosts of the night, the shadow lurking in the corner. That was why he was here.

Alas, whatever plan he conjured in his prickly head flew out the window at the sight of the fine-looking bird in a slinky red dress taking center stage. The dreamy tunes of Doris Day filled the space, beckoning all the lovers to find their way to the dance floor in the middle. It seemed everyone had come with a partner tonight, leaving a lonely soul like Tom watching helplessly from the sidelines. He watched them dance all pressed up against each other, he watched you.

He wasn’t interested in all of this, he really wasn’t.

Your eyes closed with the slow lilt of the song, brows slightly furrowing with passion as the tunes took you in. You were graceful, even just standing there. Tom’s eyes followed the way your fingertips trailed the slim length of the microphone stand, before grasping the silver equipment with a gentle hand. It pulled something in his chest, a subtle twinge that had his back straightening and the hairs on his arms standing in attention.

Your eyes opened to trail over the waltzing pairs in front of you, sweeping over the audience with lifted lips. It soon found the dirty blonde standing by himself. Tom swore your smile lifted higher when your eyes met his, but it must have been someone else; it had to be. Your attention had him stuck to his feet, unnoticing the arrival of a Harry Chase right behind him. His sister’s posh boy, in his crisp attire and swept-back curls, passed the Bennett boy on his path to the dressing rooms, disappearing through a velvet curtain.

Then love came and told me I shouldn’t sleep

Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I

How in the world did he never know of you? Their town wasn’t a big one. Everyone knew everyone, and any new face would soon turn familiar before the season turned. He was sure he would have heard of you, or met you, especially with a face and a voice like that. Tom hadn’t shown great interest in Lois’ singing, much absorbed in his own endeavors to find himself at the local jazz hall on a Friday night. It was evident he was missing out on much. He couldn’t help but clap along with the crowd as you finished up the song, anticipating the next.

Three songs later, and a pint finished in three big gulps, Tom watched as you bowed to your audience, walking off stage with a wave and a smile on your rouge-painted lips. Staring at an empty stage, he blinked, having completely forgotten what he was there for. It was the sight of Lois stepping onto the mic that knocked him out of his stupor, reminding him of his mission of finding Harry. Once more, his bright blue eyes searched for the man in the crowd.

“Looking for somebody?”

He whipped around in surprise, turning to the voice behind him. There you were, in your slinky red dress, and rouge-painted lips. His throat ran dry, words unfounded as you stared at him with a sweet smile.

“H-hi,” he stammered, internally giving himself a good knock on the head at how pathetic he sounded. Pull it together, Bennett.

“Hi,” you responded, pearly teeth shining as you grinned. Tom had met a lot of girls. He had kissed many of them and had done even more with some. He’d like to think himself suave when a pretty bird was in front of him, but all the birds he’d met hadn’t reduced him to a stammering mess like you did. You eyed the empty glass in his hand, tilting your head to the bar. “Care for a drink with me?”

A martini immediately welcomed you at the bar, along with another pint for Tom from the bartender. His hands felt clammy, he had no idea why the hell he was so nervous with you. From the distance between you on stage and him in the crowd, you almost felt untouchable, unreal. Yet, the heat of your arm pressed against his at the busy bar kept him in the moment, focusing on nothing else but the pretty lass before him.

“You’ve got quite the voice on ya,” he spoke up, subtly leaning into your ear through the bustling noise. You smiled at him in thanks, taking a sip of your drink. He stared at the mark your lipstick left on the clear glass, a ruby-red sketch of those pretty lips. 

“Thanks, Bennett,” you responded, earning a raise of the brow from the dirty blonde. Your own raised at him, lips sputtering into a chuckle. He wasn’t aware you knew him, through Lois perhaps? But Tom had never met any of his sister’s friends, save for Connie, and he was sure he would remember a face like yours. “I had a feeling you didn’t remember me,” you smiled, running a finger around the rim of your glass. It was as if a light bulb had blazed and broken in his brain when you uttered your name in his ear, the familiarity in your gaze finally clicking in his memory.

“With the…?” he asked, gesturing to the top of his head and earning another laugh from you. He remembered you now, with the pink bows you always seem to have in your hair in school. An all-too-goody, quiet girl he’d never paid much attention to, except for when he pulled on your bows when he kicked you off the swing set. “Wha– I didn’t recognize you!” 

“Well, I recognize you, Tommy. You’re a bit hard to forget when you poured milk down my shirt that one time,” you teased. Tom groaned in embarrassment, running a hand down his face as you giggled at him. He was a bit of a rascal back in school, no surprise there, always so disorderly and uncouth that it was almost routine to have poor Douglas Bennett called in because of his son’s manners. 

“Christ, I was an ass, wasn’t I?” he cringed, earning a dismissive wave from you. There seemed to be no grudges held on your part, thankfully enough. Your eyes dazzled at him under the warm lights of the jazz club, amusement swimming in those wide orbs as they stared at him. “I never knew you could sing,” he said, turning his body to face your seat. Your knees subtly touched as you did the same, leaning on your arm against the wood.  

“Never really had the guts to do it back then,” you shrugged. “I could hardly speak in front of a class, let alone sing. But I grew out of it… and the bows.” You shared a mirrored smile at your words. Tom turned back to follow your gaze when it drifted to the stage, where his sister was singing a lively song that had the crowd grooving along in tune. Lois didn’t seem to notice his presence, nor the fact that he was sitting with you. “Beautiful singer, your sister,” you complimented, leaning into his ear. He turned back to look at you, finding your face much closer than it had been. If he was surprised, he made no show of it, save for his hand clenching his glass a little tighter and the flush on the tip of his ears. 

“That, she is,” he agreed. Tom’s eyes drifted to look back at his sister, an undeniable swarming pride spreading in his chest at the sight of her quite enjoying herself. His smile dissolved into a scowl when he met the eye of Harry Chase, who nodded at him with a polite smile, all dimples and no backbone. Prick. He took a big swig of his ale, letting out a deep breath through his nose.

The shift in his demeanor did not go unnoticed by you, perceptive as you were. You leaned to peek at what had made him frown, finding Lois’ man off to the sidelines. “Big brother doesn’t approve, eh?’ you teased, earning an unamused scoff from the man sitting before you. “He wasn’t so bad when I met him,” you mentioned lightheartedly.

“Yeah, when he’s not driving Lois insane with his little games, that is,” Tom grumbled. He had no heart for these rich ninnies, who think they can go around messing up the lives of people like Tom and you for a spin and suffer no consequences. He had no idea what made the girls so crazy about boys like Harry. When did women think less of the working man? He eyed you curiously, voicing out his question. “You into posh boys yourself?”

“God, no. Most of them already annoy me enough, even worse when they got a nice little jacket on from mummy.” Your words earned a snort from the blond, who cocked his head in agreement.

“You like ‘em a little rugged then?” he asked, flashing you a crooked grin.

“Sure, I don’t mind a little rough edge here and there,” you quirked, shifting your weight on your hands settled on the edge of your seat to lean closer to his ear. You had crossed your legs, one on top of the other, taking up the space in between his spread thighs. Tom willed himself to ignore the way your heel-clad foot was leaning on his leg, the contact sending a buzzing warmth through his trousers. If Tom thought himself forward in his advances toward women, his natural sureness paled in comparison to the confidence you exuded. “How about you, Tommy? You don’t seem like the type to pass up a classy lady.”

His face scrunched up in disagreement, making you laugh again. “I like a girl who knows her way around this town,” he said, thin lips lifting into a smirk. He could feel your foot brush against his leg as you shifted in your seat once more, the soft leather of your shoe rubbing on his calf. Your conversation continued, though with much struggle from Tom, with your breath fanning over the side of his face. His ears ran hot the more he grew flustered, taking sips of his beer in hopes of the alcohol dampening his nerves. Tom couldn’t recall a time when he had gotten so worked up by a girl the way he was now, all from the simplest touch too! He must be losing it, he really must be. 

It was getting harder to ignore every little detail about you. With your perfectly coifed hair, your red dress showing off the nice dip in your waist, and your breasts pushed forward from the way you were leaning. He felt hot in his clothes, and the back of his neck started to dampen with sweat. It was easy to blame it on the ruckus of the hall, but the gradual hardening in between his thighs begged a different story. 

“You alright, Tommy?” you asked, tilting your head in concern. He waved his hand nonchalantly, dismissing it to the warm lights overhead bothering him. The later the hour turned, the more people seemed to have found their way into the jazz hall. Everyone seemed to be in a state of inebriation to various degrees, the crowd bustling even more than it already did. It was growing harder to hear each other, having to start to yell in the other’s ear. The proximity didn’t help the bothersome tightening in Tom’s pants, aggravated further when you placed a gentle hand on his thigh to speak into his ear. “Do you want to go someplace else?”

“Where would we go?” he replied, grasping your arm protectively when an overly eager young man elbowed his way to get to the bartender. You offered him no response, merely taking his larger palm into yours with a smile that beckoned him to let you take him wherever you wanted. Tom let you guide him through the bustling crowd, escaping through the velvet curtain that led backstage. His eyes stayed trained on the back of your head, running over your pushed-back shoulders, and the gentle sway of your hips with every step, totally missing the incredulous look on his sister’s face as she spotted the familiar head of sandy blonde hair in the crowd.

The hallway served as a tunnel away from the chaos, taking him into the solace of the quiet, spacious dressing room all performers occupied. No one else was present in the late hour, with everyone already having found their way into the dance floor after their own sets. It was rather dark, save for the amber glow of the lights lining the wide vanity. “Much better,” you sighed, turning to face him the moment the door closed. Here, the music was reduced to nothing but a subtle thump in the walls, untouched by the chaos of the crowd. Tom fidgeted where he stood, anxiously stuffing his hands into his pockets. With no soul to interrupt, the silence seemed more deafening than the loud saxophone on stage. “Are you sure you’re okay, Tommy? You’ve gone all red,” you pouted, dainty hands cupping his flushed ears. Your palms were cool on his skin, a nice reprieve from the steady warming of the blood rushing to his ears.

He was starting to feel like a total fool, having gone all flushed like a pubescent boy in front of a proper girl like you. “M’fine. J-just not used to a place like this,” he stammered.

Fucking hell, one coherent sentence from him would save his dignity from embarrassing himself further. Just one! Yet, you didn’t seem to mind the way he was making himself look like an absolute half-wit, casually lowering your hands to intertwine in the back of his neck.

You hummed in understanding, taking a subtle step to press your chest against his. “Mm, s’not for everyone, don’t worry about it. I’m really happy you're here though, Tommy. It’s so nice to see you,” you said, eyes trailing all over his face. With your face so close to his, it was a miracle his knees didn’t buckle the moment you smiled up at him. The usually sure Bennett boy visibly gulped, following your gaze as your eyes lowered. “You do sure seem to be quite happy to see me.”

The pit of his stomach dropped to the abyss at the realization, embarrassment coloring him into a deeper shade of red. “Ah, fuck!” he groaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder to hide his face. Of course, he just had to make his arousal known with his bulge pressing ever so conveniently into your hip. “M’sorry, shit, I’m sorry!”

Great going, Bennett, what a charmer you sure are.

You could only laugh as his lips spilled strings of apology. Tom tried to pull himself away to save himself from further humiliation, but your arms stayed wrapped around his neck. With every step he took backward, you took one forward, keeping yourself in his space. “Don’t be sorry! I’m flattered, really!” you exclaimed, giggles bubbling out of your ruby lips when he groaned again. When your laughter died down, your cheeks stayed lifted as you smiled cheek to cheek at him. 

“Should we take care of it?” you asked, eyeing the bump in his trousers.

“Y-You don’t have to, love, I–”

“But I want to.”

He’s gone mad, hasn’t he? Tom could only stare at the hopeful glint in your eye, and before he knew it, you were lowering to your knees, looking up at him with your lower lip stuck between your teeth. Your hand smoothed down his hardness, rubbing him over his trousers. Tom started to doubt this was all real when you nuzzled your face into his clothed cock, placing a small kiss on his length. Deft fingers made quick work of unzipping his trousers, pulling his shaft free and into your soft palm. You tested its weight in your hand, warm and hefty with his cockhead weeping tears of arousal.

“It’s so pretty, Tommy,” you praised, beaming up at him with a hungry glaze. His chest was growing heaved with every labored breath, eager anticipation prickling the hairs on the back of his neck. His cock twitched in your hold with each kiss you peppered down his length, mushroomed head stroked by your hand.

“You’re going to drive me fuckin’ insane, darling,” Tom groaned, throwing his head back when you licked a stripe under his shaft. You would grant him reprieve from his agony when you finally took him into your mouth, length steadily disappearing through those red lips until your nose hit his base. The man above you placed a hand over your head gently, not pushing but only smoothing out your hair as you started to bob your head in and out. 

His free hand clenched into a fist to control his urges as he felt your tongue pressed onto the underside of his cock, cheeks hollowing and sucking him in further. If he were a lesser man, he would have forgone the languid place you set and used your mouth recklessly, but he was at your mercy. If your mouth felt this good, Tom could only imagine how your cunny would feel. He imagined it would taste sweet, and would moisten up nicely if he touched you in the right places. As he closed his eyes, he could see it, your blissed-out face as he fucked you however you liked. Hell, he could almost feel it, with the warm cavern of your mouth enclosing his length. 

It seemed you managed to read his mind, felt his urges with the jumping of his cock in your mouth. You pulled off with a pop, returning to your feet and capturing his lips in a kiss. Tom could taste the salty tang on your tongue, though he didn’t find it in himself to be irked. Tongues slithered and slipped, teeth clashing as he walked you backward. Leaning against the vanity, you made space for him between your thighs. Warm, calloused hands traveled down, and down, caressing your curves through the silky fabric of your dress. Your skirt rode higher up your thighs with the spreading of your legs, exposing your undergarments. They were a pretty tea rose-colored silk adorned with lace, with a white garter peeking through. Tom took your face, your pretty face, into his hands, thumbs rubbing your cheeks as he leaned his forehead against yours. “Is this alright?” he asked, breathless. You nodded, sweet breath mingling with his.

“I want you, Tommy,” you sighed dreamily, nose nuzzling into his cheek. He let you take his hand, guiding it to cup your breast. “Touch me, please.”

It was soft underneath his palm, despite still being covered by your clothing. You moaned softly with a squeeze, hips squirming on the worn vanity. Your hand returned to Tom’s still weeping cock, stroking him softly as his lips devoured yours. 

Tom would say he had quite a firm grip on reality. He wasn’t one to drift off into a cloud of daydreaming, he liked to keep his head level with his feet planted firmly on the ground. But now, with his hand disappearing up your skirt and his hips subtly thrusting into your hand, time felt slower, and the top of his head felt lighter. This felt all too good to be true, and he wouldn’t put it past his luck if he somehow suddenly found himself in the back of the pub, awakened from a cheap scotch-induced haze. Yet, this was all real. You were real. It was evident in the warmth of your body pressed against his, and the delicious waft of your perfumed skin. 

Your panties dropped to the ground with one swift tug, exposing your cunt to Tom’s hungry gaze. Rightfully wet. Flushed pink flesh as you split your folds with two fingers. The blonde gave into his urges, swiping your slit to gather your slick before taking his finger into his mouth to get a taste. Sweet as a cherry, even more delectable than he imagined.

“You are a dream,” Tom grunted in delight, fingers lowering more to caress your slit. You mewled when his fingers dipped into your walls, prodding into your tightness. “How am I supposed to resist you, hm?” 

“Don’t,” you whispered against his lips. “Just take me, all of me. Devour me whole, Tommy.” 

With your hand guiding his length, Tom breached your walls with a hiss. Gripping your thighs in either hand, he set a steady pace. Your walls swallowed him with a grip tight enough that it made him wonder how many guys have been lucky enough to have a taste of you, and if they had treated you the way you deserved. With an eagerness to please, Tom’s hips snapped into yours quick and sharp, earning a chorus of moans in his ear. “S’good, Tom, god! You make me feel so good,” you cried out, babbling outcries of pleasure against his skin. With a hand on the table, you lifted your hips to meet his every thrust, eager and urgent. The pair of you didn’t have the luxury of time, and he would be damned if his sister caught him balls-deep in between your thighs when she returned to the dressing room. 

His confidence grew with your every praise, evident in his thrusts that turned harsher and faster. You liked it this way, he realized. “Such a tight fucking cunt. Got you this wet, huh?” Tom grunted, his signature cockiness making itself known. You nodded at him eagerly, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him back into your lips. The ruby red rouge was now smudged past the corners of your lips, with some surely on his pale skin. Your perfectly styled hair grew messy, pins falling off from every jolt. Your chest was speckled with a flush, skin sheened with a light layer of sweat.

A warm lick at the bottom of his spine indicated the beginning of his end. He was close. You were too, with your walls tightening around his cock. Tom’s thumb found your pearl, rubbing frantic circles on your clit to spur you to your end first. “I’m gonna come, Tommy!” you mewled, falling apart with a cry. Your cunt tightened like a noose to the point it almost trapped his cock in its hold. Tom pulled himself free just in the nick of time, spilling his pearly spend all over your tummy with a moan of your name. 

Taking a moment to regain his bearings, Tom nuzzled into the crook of your neck, placing a kiss on your skin that held the promise of something good. As he pulled away, he smiled as you chuckled at him. “You got a little…” you said, rubbing the smeared lipstick on his cheeks. He watched as you cleaned him up with an adoring look on your face, mirroring the same glint in his icy blues. After making yourself presentable again, the pair of you walked out of the dressing room hand in hand with giddy smiles, eager for one last drink. The aftermath of your bliss was quite short-lived, as Tom was met with the stunned look on his sister’s face in the hall.

“Tom? What are you doin’ here?” Lois asked, confusion clearly written on her face.

“Lois, I, uh..” Tom stuttered.

“Great set, Lois!” you interjected, wrapping yourself under Tom’s arm to smile at her. His sister greeted you happily, not without shooting him a knowing look and an amused smile on her face. Tom could only respond with a crooked grin and a shrug, looking down at the girl on his arm with a look his sister had never seen before.

It was safe to say his night had taken a curious turn, though surely a good one. Tom would find himself back at the jazz club in the nights to come, with a newfound appreciation for Doris Day and even going so far as having a civil drink with a certain Harry Chase as he looked on to his pretty little performer.

[earlysunshines]

secret rhymes - 44. ??? (half-written)

a/n: written part seems a bit short but shits gonna be brewing (i think) also the last name for lauren rhymes with the last name of an evil man i know so like. shit i just make up ppl based on my Enemies omfg…

you shouldn’t be doing this. you should be on your way to hybe right now to tell hanni that yujin solved her “problem” with her girlfriend. you shouldn’t have lied in the first place, really.

still, you’re out your dorm with something slightly presentable because you can’t show up looking like a bum to see the girl who dumped you over a year ago.

fuck. you think as you walk toward the cafe. fuck.

there's a growing worry about whether or not you'll be caught out with her, knowing that there's a bit of attention on you due to your popularity. it doesn't matter, you tell yourself, it'll be over quickly.

you walk in and the cafe is quiet other than the clinks of cups, conversation, and buzz of the espresso machine. scanning the room, there's a familiar figure that sits in the more secluded corner. you order a latte in hopes that it'll give you some good luck.

when the time hits 3:05, you sit in front of lauren, catching her by surprise. she looks more mature now, prettier (as much as you hate to admit), but there's a familiarity that weighs the air with too much left unsaid. you don't let any of it bother you, not yet.

"you look good," she says first, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

you exhale slowly, offering a polite nod. "thanks."

she hesitates for a moment, fingers tapping against the table before she speaks again. "I missed you."

you grimace. the words hang between you, waiting for something—acknowledgment, maybe. but you only lift your cup to your lips, taking a sip before setting it back down.

"how are you and your boyfriend?" you ask, voice even.

she lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "still together."

of course. you nod again, as if it doesn't matter—because it doesn't.

"what do you want? and why are you in seoul?" you ask, tone vicious.

she traces her nail along the rim of her glass. "for work. i do modeling on the side."

the irony hits you, and before you can stop yourself, you let out a laugh.

"what?" she asks, tilting her head.

"that's so fucking ironic. you bashed me for doing music and now you're a model. are you playing with me?" you respond, though it 's not hard to believe that she is a model; she's pretty, it's not hard to see that. hating her guts doesn't erase that either.

she smiles, that same practiced, self-assured curve of her lips. "it's different. modeling is just a side thing for me. I'm still focused on my degree and getting a stable job. you know, something secure." she takes a sip of her drink, keeping eye contact.

it's backhanded, but you don't react. you simply nod.

"right." you say, your tone light.

you don't owe her anything—not a reaction, and definitely not an explanation. whatever this meeting was supposed to be, it's clear now that it isn't for closure. maybe just curiosity on her end. for you? it's just a reminder that some things are better left in the past; you should've seen hanni instead.

lauren places her chin on her palm, giving you the same look that she'd give you before a kiss or something more. you feel your heart sink and there's a strange, uncomfortable churn in your stomach.

"you look really good after all this time. all that fame did you good." she says, smirking. "it's no wonder I spent all that time with you. i really do miss it."

you freeze, unsure of how to respond.

she chuckles and reaches over, tucking a piece of hair behind your ears before sliding her finger down your cheek.

"you're lucky, you know?" she continues, "i can't believe you made it this far. maybe I should've reconsidered."

you scoff. "don't you have a boyfriend? stop acting like this."

"i always liked to tease." she grins, not fighting back when you put your hand on hers to aggressively push it back. "your reactions were always great—cute."

what are you still here for? you groan at her response, narrowing your eyes at her. she seems to be scanning you, looking for every emotion you feel through your eyes and twitch of your features. it's scrutinizing, and it urges you to bring the meeting to a close.

"i don't know what you wanted, or what you gained from this," you begin, standing up. "but if it was to make me feel bad again, then fuck you. and if you really thought you could coax me back into your life—you're a fucking idiot. i honestly don't want to hear from you again, don't contact me or anything."

her reaction consists of a mere chuckle, plus a shit-eating grin. you bite down on your back teeth and scoff again at her before leaving. you've never had a more confusing—and frustrating—interaction with her. what was the point? for her to bash you discretely? you tell yourself not to get worked up by it, but it made your blood boil.

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[all-for-the-game-confessions]

I really can't believe I'm doing this... I was never more glad about the anon function in my life. Every second word I check if I did in fact switch anon on. Because this confession will get me killed otherwise.

I have a problem with the Roland discourse and it's for the opposite reason most people take issue with Roland.

Please let me explain and go with me on this journey.

Laws are there to protect people. Having a law against sexual relationships with minors is to protect minors. In this case you protect them from being taken advantage of, manipulated, hurt etc.

The age of 18 is not more than a 'good guess'. We assume that people reaching that age have a certain amount of live experience and a general understanding of how the world works and what dangers there are you need to be careful about. That's fine. You need to draw the line somewhere, if you want to have such a law. I am not arguing where that line should be. There are far smarter people than me who hopefully made an educated decision there.

Let's look at general age gaps for a second. What is a too big age gap and what isn't is very subjective. There is no real objective answer to this and of course the perception highly varies when it comes to the phases of life. A 5 year age gap between people in their 40s is not as bad as if they are in their 20. And so on. I don't want to argue about the age gap either. It's for you to decide what is a comfortable age gap for you.

So what do I want to argue about?

I want to argue about the assumption that Andrew needed to be protected by the law when it comes to Roland. I want to argue the assumption that Roland would have been able to take advantage of Andrew.

We don't know a lot about what went down with those two exactly.

We know Andrew blew him. We don't know what age Andrew was when it started. We know there is an 5-6 year age gap I think? We don't know who approached whom or if Roland knew how old Andrew was when it happened. We know Andrew used cuffs on Roland because he touched him too much. We don't know how those touches looked like exactly.

What we also know is that Andrew knew inside and out how manipulation looked like. We know he knew what SA looked like. We also know that he put a knife to Nicky because of a rape 'joke'.

What bothers me so much in these discussions about how creepy Roland is, is that they take away all the agency from Andrew. Andrew consented and Andrew made sure the interactions went exactly how he wanted them to go.

Yes sure, you can find it creepy that Roland consented to it as well. Yes, maybe he should have said no because of the age gap. But the age gap is only a problem if you assume that Andrew didn't know what he was doing. Because otherwise it was just Andrew enjoying blowing someone in the broom closet.

Andrew would not have done that if he didn't want to. Roland would be dead long before he would have been able to do anything against Andrew's will. And it's not like Roland went after Andrew. He stayed put behind the bar and broke the law for Andrew by drugging other people for him.

I really don't care about Roland as a character. I am not defending him or his actions. I want to make this clear. This is not the point I am making.

My point is: Twisting this thing between Andrew and Roland to Roland being a creep and a predator infantilizes Andrew and paints him as a kid who doesn't know better and who is too vulnerable to make his own decisions or who doesn't know what the stakes are. It takes away his agency. And I hate that.

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[skyeslittlecorner]

Asmodeus brainrot

I'm looking forward to Asmo more and more, and even though I know what he looks like in Love Unholic, I can't wait for him to appear where he belongs.

Phenix's chats

Asmo you monster, how dare you wear clothes, you should take them off immediately! *sets the camera*

Btw. Phenix. Calm down. He just wears a sheet. And he looks better in it than anyone in designer clothes.

Jokes aside for a moment. Avisos and Abaddon seems to be the safest places in Hell (in the context of an angelic invasion, of course). Avisos doesn't need angels to be in constant chaos, and Abaddon doesn't even need devils. Their king is enough.

In fact, we know from the comics that angels are actually afraid of Asmodeus' devils. So what about him himself? It's a theory, but Asmo may be the most powerful among the seven sins. If his mere presence has this effect on others, he doesn't even need to bother picking up a weapon. Everyone around will go crazy. Just approach and stab. Death. The end.

Offtop: in the context of a unit, it reminds me of Genshin and wondering how powerful the archon of Natlan will be since Bennet is a god himself. After seeing how powerful Ronove is, it can be a similar case.

Ronove's chats

This may refer to Love Unholic, but I haven't played it, so I don't know. That in itself is interesting, and the most interesting part is the last two sentences:

So far, the nobles were either delighted that we were choosing their kings (usually) or wanted to cause mischief (like Foras playfully suggesting that we should meet without telling Leviathan), I also saw Satan warning us about Beel (but knowing him, it's probably out of jealousy).

This seems like a sincere warning. We are warned by the devil who is fascinated by amputations, even if it's just a statement of fact rather than a suggestion that we should run away. Asmo, are you really gonna make a salad from our brain? Go on, I'm in for it-

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It seems that Asmo's energy depends on what he does. And Phenix is like a meter. The better the king's time, the worse it will be with this boy. Interestingly, Dantalian doesn't look like his aura affects him that much.

Dantalian's chats

We reach my favorite point of the program. No more mystical powerful king, welcome to an overwhelmed dad with three obnoxious children.

You know Dantalian. Asmo would had to grab him by the collar like a puppy, drag him behind him and put him in a cage to stop him. All his smugness evaporated and turned into irritation.

AND THIS.

Ronove's artifact

If Asmo wants to teach someone dignity, it must be a terrible case. I see how all methods failed and he just shoved it in his Ronove's mouth and gave up completly. He sounds so done here lmao

In summary - it looks like Asmo will be a powerful, terrifying demon whose mere presence will drill a hole in your brain.

Then, his boys show up. And this intimidating demon turns into a tired father.

I can see him gossiping with Bael, two of the most chaotic countries are ruled by single parents lol

Can't wait.

PS. If you like this kind of analysis here is another part:

[00lunect]

(Note: I had to remove one of the reference images because Tumblr got picky and made my post "sensitive content." It doesn't affect the rest of the post, so I hope you like it).

So, maybe I just posted something yesterday thinking it would take longer, but I just finished it and got really excited, so…

Here you go. :)

(The images are in Spanish [I was a bit lazy to make English versions], but I'll leave the translations under each one)

Queen Barb: "Using the power of the Strings to turn a Pop Troll into a Rock Zombie? Ha! That would be irresponsible and unethical."

Rock behind her: *Crack*

Queen Barb: "I could never, EVER-"

Rock: *Cracks more as she speaks*

Rock: *goes Ka-boom*

Queen Barb: "Do it with more than one"

Rock Pumkin: *Has hatched*

★Rock Pumkin★

INTRODUCING ROCK PUMKIN, BEAUTIFUL AND KNOWLEDGEABLE PEOPLE. (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧.

She's the Rock version of my OC, Pumkin, part of an AU I've been developing in the Trolls AU Community. I haven't talked much about her lore here because I don't think most people would be interested unless they have the same Trolls hyperfixation as me, but hey, I'll see how I do! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠).

Anyway, I'm not going to share much lore about this version of Pumkin in this post either, except for what I'm going to translate from the character sheets and some basic explanations. I'll tell the rest of the story in the aforementioned community, but if anyone outside is interested in all that stuff and for whatever reason is bothered by joining the community, feel free to let me know, and I'll happily consider republishing my lore here on the profile!

But anyway, let's get to the translations, I'm sure you'll want to know what the images say!

★Sheet 1 Translation:

*Troll: Rock (Pop)

*Age: 20 years old

*Story: Rock Pumkin is the Rock version of Pumkin. She was supposed to turn into a zombie thanks to the power of the Strings, but…

Queen Barb did something wrong, unleashing a threat far greater than her own World Tour.

Can anyone stop her?

This is part of the Lore that I won't talk much about here. All I'll say is that I have my own Headcannons regarding the Strings and their nature. Like, we know they're the source of music and that they're powerful, but how powerful?

And how well do the leaders know how to use them to their advantage? The Pop Trolls don't know anything, but what about the other tribes? What if the Strings can be used as weapons, but they're NOT supposed to be used as weapons? You know, like something very powerful and exists for good, which is why it's strictly forbidden to use it as a weapon because who knows what would happen then? Which is why, despite knowing their music was in danger, none of the leaders used their respective String's power to prevent something worse.

Except for Barb at the end, and that's what caused everything to go to sh!t when she ended up turning Pumkin into a Rock Troll. Barb's idea was to make a Zombie that would follow her orders, and she may have gotten a little excited with so much power in her hands, which is why, rather than turning Pumkin into a Zombie, she overloaded her with the pure energy of the Rock String, turning her into an unstoppable threat to all the tribes present at the concert, since Pumkin didn't obey any orders, and it was quickly discovered that Rock Pumkin was highly dangerous and hostile.

So this is what Rock Pumkin would look like with her eyes uncovered and his tongue missing, so you can better appreciate her outfit. :D

A little scary, huh? (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). Since the eyes turn bright red in the zombification, and since Pumkin isn't exactly a zombie, I thought it would be more fun to make her eyes more sinister, a testament to the Rock Music overload in her.

This is the translation of the second sheet.

★Translation of Sheet 2:

*Physical Differences: Aside from the new outfit, her colors are now darker, with lighter hair. She possesses supernatural strength, speed, and endurance (even for a Rock Troll). She has creepy eyes and a long tongue.

*Mental Differences: Aggressive, brutal, and sadistic. Consumed by a rage not her own (maybe?), she seeks destruction AND PURE CHAOS.

And yes, Rock Pumkin throws all of Barb's plans into disarray in the worst possible way, not to mention the rest of the Trolls present. Luckily, only Pumkin and one other Troll are subject to the power of the Strings.

Who would that other Troll be?

Well, it's probably a bit obvious, but I'm not going to mention it here anyway.

So, that's all. ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ. I hope you liked it. Thanks for reading!

(References and inspirations used)

[femnoah]

Female Noah headcannons part 3:

There's a running gag where the rest of the OG cast + sierra just assumes Neha has internalised homophobia. They all believe she's a feminine gay man who's either in denial or doesn't trust them about it, they have debates about it. She's straight and she tells them this repeatedly with no further information and intentionally vague cause honestly, she finds the entire thing hilarious. "Yeah, our friend Jeremy told us that he's gay and we were super supportive of him" "what do you think noah?" "that's nice I guess, don't know why you're asking me though, I'm straight not homophobic, Katie" or like "we all saw you staring at Alejandro's ...as...sets string bean you're not that slick" "okay.. and? I've already told you that I'm only attracted to the opposite sex Leshawna, idk what else you want from me"

Speaking of Alejandro, Neha falls big time without even realising it at first. She starts off wanting to see behind his mask (only seeing little bits previously like when he snickered at her comments), purposefully prodding him in London cause she was bored with Izzy gone and he seemed like a fun puzzle to solve -plus it's not like she's not going to get her job back so she's not that bothered if she gets eliminated. She sees the glare he gives her and immediately decides that she needs to see more of what he's really like, further cemented when he basically gloated about getting her booted. Cause if he's that smug then clearly he has something backing it up and despite knowing he had a hand in previous eliminations, she still doesn't know enough about it to say for certain. The first thing she does after getting to the hotel is binge the previous episodes almost religiously. And she notices how flat show Alejandro is compared to confessional Alejandro. Like, he's cunning, ruthless, intelligent, sarcastic, a bit dorky at times and not to mention how much hotter he becomes when he's not putting on an act. Of course she rants about this to Izzy and Eva. Izzy teases her for having a crush on him and Eva calls her a simp. She begins to deny it then stops, thinks it over a couple of moments and immediately stares deadpan at the two of them and just replies with "I'm going to marry that man". Cue team escope shenanigans on how to seduce a guy who might match their crazy

Attractive people have no effect on Neha, all of her family are considered to be far above average attractiveness and they're all unique about it, not carbon copies, so she just considers it normal. Like she sees Justin who everyone is thirsting over and thinks 'ew he's actually kinda ugly' -she's definitely attracted to intelligence. Because of this she's a bit blind to what counts as physically attractive to most people.

Alejandro doesn't originally get along with her brothers, they're a bit too protective of her and just see him as another pretty face so they don't accept him as part of the family. It isn't until they're having an evening with the families and José says something unsavoury and horrible to Neha that causes Alejandro to go completely off it at him do they start to like him. Almost immediately they start calling him little brother and including him in their plans and trips. They mainly bond over bullying José.

Neha's mother is a retired opera singer who basically required all of her children to take singing lessons since they could talk. It's cause of this that Neha knows how to control her vocal chords enough to do vocal impressions of people (which was going to be her talent when she originally signed up to total drama). This also means that she's able to continue to do a more masculine voice throughout the seasons without hurting her vocal chords. Something she's incredibly grateful for (cause as if she's going to use her skills to actually sing on that forsaken show). Her Auntie (on her mother's side) is a fashion designer who makes clothes for the family, she originally started with making Neha's mother's dresses for concerts. She literally cried when Neha showed her what she was wearing on TD.

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

Lady Oswald (Clara Oswald x reader)

Summary: when traveling in Victorian era London, you and Clara slip away to have some much more private fun

Warnings: SMUT, vaginal fingering (Clara receiving), gender neutral reader, playful/giggly sex, roleplay (Clara pretends to be a high class Victorian lady while you tempt her away from her unsuspecting husband), brief swearing

A/N: roleplay sex must happen at some point in the whoniverse given how often they pop around to different time periods and dress up accordingly. this fic helps reflect that because I'm a whore for Clara in Victorian clothing

"My, Lady Oswald, you sure do look lovely this evening," you praised highly as your eyes scanned her beautifully dressed frame with obvious interest.

She let out a soft giggle at your flirtation, giving you a half curtsey as a means to humor you. "Why, thank you. You don't look so bad yourself."

You smirked at her response, casually making your way closer. "Tell me, how are things with your husband?" Your tone held underlying disdain for the fictional figure you were referring to.

"Oh, he's out of town again. He leaves me alone for weeks at a time, would you believe it?" Clara did a good job playing the role of a dissatisfied housewife, you had to admit. "I get so lonely, staying in that big house all by myself."

"Oh, I'm sure you do," you openly sympathized, your hands leaving some not-so-subtle touches along her waist and lower back as you spoke. "You know, if I was married to you, I'd never leave you alone."

"I can believe that. From the way it seems by how you're touching me, you'd never let me have a free moment to myself," she jokingly pointed out, though she made no attempts to move away from you, and in fact moved towards your touch.

"Perhaps we should go somewhere more private," you suggested in a low murmur as your hands settled on her hips. "You might be a bit more comfortable away from prying eyes."

Her eyes lit up at the mention of getting to be alone with you. "How thoughtful of you." She leaned in closer so that her face was mere inches away from yours, a mischievous smirk in her eyes. "Well then, lead the way."

You did just that, taking her hand in yours and finding a secluded room in the expensively furnished house. Your lips were on hers as soon as the door shut behind you, kissing her with all the built up passion you had within you.

She moaned softly into the kiss, her arms reaching up to wrap around your neck, pulling you in close. "What would my husband say if he found me now?" She mused out loud, causing you to let out a chuckle at how she was still playing into the role she'd chosen for herself.

"He doesn't ever have to find out, so you don't need to worry about it." One of your hands slipped down to start pulling up the bottom of her dress, eliciting a gasp from her in mock offense.

"How dare you! I'm a married woman," she said in an over the top manner, acting as of you'd just committed a crime. You rolled your eyes affectionately at her dramatics.

"Oh, please. If anything, you should be upset that he never bothers to touch you the same way I do," you lightly teased, your hands fighting to find the end of the long, flowy piece of fabric. "God damn it, just how long is this thing?"

Clara snorted in laughter at your visible frustration. "Here, let me help you with that." She pull the skirt part of her dress up far enough for you to slip your hand under it with ease.

"Oh, thank God. It was either that or untying your corset, and I really did not want to have to fight with that," you commented as your hand moved underneath her dress, caressing her thigh.

She smiled in amusement at your words, biting her lip at the feeling of your hand against her. "I guess it's a good thing I decided to forgo the stockings, then."

"Mm, a very good thing." Your fingertips tiptoed up the soft flesh of her thighs until you found the waistband of her underwear, pulling it down just enough for you to slip your hand beneath it.

Gasping at the sudden friction of your fingers against her folds, she arched her back and pushed her hips closer towards your hand. "Oh, God yes..."

You didn't spend long teasing her, as she was already plenty wet. Slipping two fingers inside her, you leaned your body into hers, your lips brushing against her jaw as you slowly thrusted in and out. "There you go... That's it, sweetheart..."

She whimpered in pleasure, turning her head in your direction and capturing your lips in a tender and loving kiss. "It feels so good, please don't stop," she mumbled against your lips, a soft moan coming from her as your fingers moved deeper.

"I won't, sweetheart, I promise," you reassured her gently, moving your fingers in and out of her in a slow and steady rhythm. Her soft pants and moans began filling the room the longer you touched her for, her hands reaching out to grip onto the front of your coat.

"Oh- oh, God-" She tilted her head back against the wall, closing her eyes as she embraced the pleasure washing over her. "I- I think I'm getting close-" She warned you, her hips starting to move in sync with your hand.

You nodded as you picked up the pace, your other hand finding its way down between her legs so that you could rub her swollen and sensitive clit. A loud moan exited from her lips at the feeling, and it wasn't long after that her body tensed up as she came, clinging to you desperately.

Panting heavily, she pressed her face into your chest while you slipped your fingers out of her and murmured soft words of praise in her ear. "You did so well for me, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you."

A bashful grin covered her face as she peered up at you. "Would it be too much for me to ask for a round two?" You simply let out a laugh as you pulled her in for another kiss.

You both returned at least another twenty minutes later, hastily fixing your outfits so hopefully no one would realize what you'd been doing. Clara's hair was sticking somewhat to her forehead from sweat, and her makeup was a little smudged, but otherwise you didn't think anyone would notice that something was off.

"Where on earth have you two been? I've been looking for you for ages!" The Doctor's voice asked as he popped up from seemingly out of nowhere, quickly making his way over to you.

"Oh, we just got a bit lost, that's all," you lied casually, Clara giggling as you shot her a playful wink. "Shall we, m'lady?" You held out one of your arms to her as you spoke in a playful manner.

She took it gladly, looping her hand through with a bright smile. "After you, my dear," she responded in an equally playful way. The two of the gave each other a knowing look, leading the Doctor to wonder just what the two of you had been up to when you were gone.

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[orvdiscrepancies]

Story Discussion/rant

Honestly, the whole streaming thing doesn’t make sense to me.

The first dokkaebi we meet is Bihyung. His streaming channel is #BI-7623. It’s pretty much accepted that he’s the streamer for the main cast because he’s Dokja’s streamer and they all pretty much follow him.

However, later on, we have another dokkaebi offering Dokja to join his channel. That implies that it doesn’t matter where the incarnations are, they’re always part of one channel.

If that’s the case, then Jihye isn’t under Bihyung’s channel. She’s in channel #BAY23515. That means she has a different dokkaebi that we just don’t meet in the webtoon. I don’t know if we meet them in the novel. I’m not there yet.

But regardless. When we meet Bihyung, it looks like he’s only the streamer for subway car 3807, meaning he’s only the streamer for Dokja, Gilyoung, Sangah, Hyunsung, and Myungoh.

There is no evidence when we first meet him that we have that Bihyung is also the streamer for the other cars. Unless it’s just plainly said in the webtoon or novel later on. But all evidence points to Bihyung being the main, if not only streamer in the Seoul dome.

I mean bro shows up, only talks to the people in car 3807, and then the prime minister gets killed on national/live TV, and then addresses the people in car 3807. That all points to the idea of him being the only dokkaebi/main streamer. Sure he could have been addressing everyone, but that's the assumption that he gave the same "this isn't fiction" lecture to everyone he's talked to. Perhaps it's a different dokkaebi, but that doesn't make sense either because we don't even know that there are more than one streamer yet.

Is he the streamer for everyone on that one subway? Then why does he only talk to 3807? I know why in a meta sense. It's to make it more personal and to better explain it to the reader. But story wise. Why? Has he duplicated himself so that he can explain it to each separate car individually? Is he just making his way through the cars one by one?

As far as subway cars go, we only really hear about two. 3707 where Joonghyuk is and 3807 where Dokja is. Stupid Texan in stupid small town where there are no subways doesn't fully understand the subway car naming system. But I do understand that Dokja is in the car behind Joonghyuk's (because he explicitly says it. I'm so smart).

If Bihyung is going through each subway car one by one then one, he's going super damn fast in order to be on time, and it means that the cars start times are skewed. Again, we only hear about these two subway cars. Of course Joonghyuk's going to start early, it's Joonghyuk. Bro came out of the regression stabbing.

We know that scenarios can be individualized for certain groups of people. In the King scenario (I can't remember what number it is and I really don't want to look through it to go find it), Dokja's group starts late and has a disadvantage because of that. Car 3807 doesn't start killing each other so the time limit is changed from 30 minutes to 10. So again, is Bihyung just the streamer for Dokja's group??

Does Joonghyuk have his own dokkaebi? Who is Jihye's? She's the only one who survives her school, so is she the only one in that channel? Is there some behind the scenes incarnation trades? Then why does that one dokkaebi bother asking Dokja to join his stream?

I'm not on the reddit because honestly reddit scares me. Maybe this has been discussed there. And maybe someone has a reddit post series or whatever where they go through discrepancies. If so, I gotta get together with them lmao.

[tattocopy]

Four soldiers died—the whole Havoc squad. The Alliance didn't had enough trained people to lose soldiers this way.

The conflict within the operatives didn't help either. Soldiers and spies worked differently, and Pubs and Imps did too. Not even her inner circle could work together.

"Fuck, this is a shit show." She murmurs.

Alvol Rhiavi, the commander, Darth Nox, the Sith, the hero. She looked into the Odessen night. The air was light, and the force around her felt different. It had been different since Valkorion left.

"Credit for your thoughts." Lana's voice said behind her.

"You wouldn't like them."

"Try me"

"This Alliance… We are fucked" Rhiavi straightened her posture. "You, my inner circle, my seconds in command, can't work together. Hell, Lana, not even I can fully trust this team!"

"You don't trust me?"

Rhiavi looked at her and a dry laugh left her lips. From all her team, from all the people in this fucking Alliance, Lana was the only one she truly trusted. All they have gone through in Yavin 4, Zion, and even after that… She looked for her; she saved her from dying in carbonite. Lana was the only reason she was here right now.

"You are kidding, Lana? If I trust someone on this whole planet, it is you."

Lana smiled sadly. She knew Rhiavi had lost everyone, everything. Her Crew, her apprentices, her friends. This Alliance was not the same. It was not the drinks at the bar with Andronikus, the philosophy debates with Ashara, the ruthless training with Xalek or Khem Val, or the archeology lectures with Talos. Lana saw all that the few times she spent with them during the Revanites campaigns. The trust built between that odd team was something this Alliance was far from achieving.

"Koth is an idiot, naive, and pretty much a chauvinist." Rhiavi was still talking. "Senya is a mother; she will not be able to strike her children when we get to it."

Lana said nothing, she just walked over to the railing and leaned on it, looking at Odessen's night. Rhiavi continued.

"I like Kaliyo, but her methods go against any military discipline; the soldiers, imperial, and pubs can't stand her."

"Well, that's logical; she was a spy and a bounty hunter." Lana's tone was carefully neutral.

"And SCORPIO… She has her own agenda. You told me her work with that agent was transactional, and she is highly unpredictable. She will betray us."

There was silence between them. Lana's gaze was lost on the horizon, and Rhiavi looked at the blonde back, something heavy between them.

"If that happens," Lana said, "If this Alliance doesn't work, I will stay by your side."

The blonde turned around to look at the sith. Her yellow eyes were hard. She closed the gap between them with steady steps and rested her hand on Rhiavis's chest.

"I will rip this whole galaxy apart for you, Rhiavi. So if it is only us at the end, we will take as many of them as we can with us."

The Odessen wind was could, but there was heat between them. Their golden eyes glowed with passion and desire.

Avol Rhiavi took the communicator in her Armband and called the war room.

"SCORPIO, do the night guard. The rest of you go to sleep or take the night off." Rhiavi said in a low, commanding voice, not looking apart from Lana. "And useless Arcann is raining bombs on us. I don't want to be bothered tonight."

She could hear Theron's distant laugh, but she cut the call before he could make any comments. Lana gave her a smile mixed with hungry anticipation.

The sith's hand embraced Lana by the waist and murmured in the blonde's ear.

"My quarters, in my personal ship. I will block the system; no one will bother us tonight." Rhiavi's voice was low and husky.

Lana let out a small moan and hugged Rhiavi by the neck. She looked into her eyes while biting her lip.

"Lead the way, my lord."

Yei! This is my first fanfic. I honestly like it. I know it's not the best you will find, but this is not my forte.

I really like how they interact, and I'm kind of sorry I can't replay the whole romance again and again, so I have to come up with my own stuff to fill the gap.

Hope you like the short story and leave a comment or something. Bye!

[thesimquarter]

On Luthor and Lily... Again

Since I was asked, here’s the 'stuff too big and unwieldy to place into the tags' of this post made separately because i want it to show up in the tags.

So, I very much had this image in the back of my mind while making the render:

It’s one of the (three) backgrounds that the DS-exclusive Pet Show minigame can have (if you couldn’t tell from the dark, suspiciously phallic shadows where the podiums are supposed to be). This one, as seen, clearly portrays Daddy Bigbucks flanked by both Lily (on his right) and Luthor (on his left).

[Rest under the cut bc... this isn't short.]

Daddy is dead center in the image and physically taller than everyone else in the picture (maybe he’s in front of everyone; maybe he’s standing on something; maybe it’s artistic liberty; who knows. Daddy Bigbucks is otherwise not shown to be particularly tall in either The Urbz or The Sims Bustin’ Out.). Daddy is also tilted back and looking off to the side, as if everything here is beneath him (and yes—this is his standard pose, but it was still a decision to keep it!). His face is also perfectly framed between the spotlights as well.

And Luthor’s face is kinda framed too? He is behind Daddy, with Daddy’s elbow being in front of his shoulder. He’s not standing straight ahead; he’s tilted a little bit to his right as if Daddy’s elbow is making him do that. Although, he’s not really… doing anything else but standing.

On the other hand, Lily Gates looks to be almost squeezing through the crowd to get to the front. Her face isn’t very visible, and she’s tilted far to her right. She almost looks as if she’s trying to fit into the picture but nobody could be bothered to make room for her.

I think it's an interesting in-game display of how... self-centered Daddy is and how he pushes everyone else behind him.

In addition, I was also thinking about how Daddy probably presented himself in his film that premieres during the story, Tycoon Tycoon!: The Daddy Bigbucks Story. So, first off, I want to point out that, at certain hours, the cinema shows a film about Daddy Bigbucks.

So, I'm not sure if this is meant to be Tycoon! Tycoon! nor if that film is his only movie about himself or if he has… others (I mean he's like 70; he's had plenty of time to make films about himself.). The game seems to be quite vague about it. When Theresa talks about Daddy's takeover of her cinema, she says that Daddy "just wants to show films about himself, over and over." Which only really implies that Daddy only wants to show films about himself and not that he already is doing so or that they exist.

(For brevity's sake, he says the following when asked about movies: "Movies? Films? I don't have time for such silly escapes. I do own two production companies, but that doesn't mean I care." Apparently, he only cares about movies when it's about him. And I mean he says the following about theater... "When I realized the play "As You Like It" had nothing to do with me or what I liked, I decided to stop going to theater all together.")

The fact that the movie is seen playing before completing mission 5-5 (at least I'm pretty sure it plays before then) points to it not being Tycoon Tycoon! but one of the frames displays Polly Nomial, implying that this film was taken recently... so? I think it's meant to be, but due to the static nature of the world, it just plays all the time. Whatever.

So, now HERE'S why this matters to this post. Luthor shows up in the Cinema Lobby twice a week (Wednesday from 5:00pm-7:59 pm & Friday from 9:00am-11:59am). (This screenshot is his original orientation & location.) And while Luthor is in the Cinema Lobby, the film featuring Daddy Bigbucks (the films playing in the cinema are defo scheduled by hour).

Luthor only ever visits the lobby. He never goes into the cinema, unlike Sims who do see movies (Kris Thistle & Pritchard Locksley), so I really doubt he's here to see a movie. (I've never checked which movies are playing while Kris & Pritchard visit... hm I should do that).

On the opposite side of the cinema lobby is a standee of Daddy Bigbucks in about the same place. The standee is probably there in advertisement for Tycoon Tycoon!, so we can assume that Luthor is there for the same reason. Therefore, he's in the movie!

(You could also read it as a difference between Daddy & Luthor's characters. Luthor visits the cinema for idk a meet a greet twice a week (or whatever it is that celebrities do). While... Daddy hardly even shows up to the premiere of his own movie. We think he's dead, of course, and then he barges in at the end to announce that the city is about to be HIS! And then he leaves.)

Lily says that she’s in the movie as well, although she’s portrayed by Anita Tension and only shows up for half of it ("Yes, but only the last half, though I hear Daddy Bigbucks got Anita Tension to play me. That would be fun to see, but alas…"). (Side note: this provides a hint towards how Anita probably looks. And it tells us about the budget of it (big)).

It would make sense for Lily to be portrayed by an actress, but the fact that you could read the movie as having Polly play herself and Lily doesn't get to, is a bit sad.

ANYWAYS. I was thinking about how the advertisements for Tycoon Tycoon! probably looked like. I don't think it does look like the render from a few weeks ago, but Daddy seems to want to portray himself as the "Big, Stern Patriarch of SimNation" and not a gentler "Dad" kinda thing. (Although, the latter would be an interesting take on his character. :p) And he would definitely push everyone else to the background and be the central part of it. So, it could?

i cba to pretend like i have a conclusion here. that is all. thanks for reading.