#bc i didn’t realize how much my size had changed until it was Too Late

[lycandrophile]

Your HRT and surgery progress post is so cool, I’m gonna start T next year and seeing other trans dudes who are ahead of me in their medical transition is so encouraging.

I do have a question though that I’ve been thinking about for a while. If it’s weird and you don’t wanna answer I understand. My pre-T body has a considerable amount of butt, some of it muscle, but also fat. I was wondering about pant sizes once the fat gets redistributed by testosterone. Does your pant size tend to go down? Cause right now my main issue with men’s pants is to get my butt in there (with women’s it was the same).

I’m not coming from a diet culture “yay smaller clothes size” direction though. I have some cool pants that fit well right now and I’m worried that I might have to buy new pants if they start sagging too much 😅

I know every body is different, so maybe some followers can share their experiences too? Thanks in advance 👖

i might not be the best person to answer this because i gained a pretty significant amount of weight from being on t so my size in basically everything went up, but i will say i think i have less butt compared to the rest of my body now than i did before, so i would guess that if your overall size stays the same and the fat is just shifted around, it is possible to see your pant size go down as a result of fat moving away from the butt region. i’m not sure how common it is, but it wouldn’t surprise me!

[oracleofsecrets]

Zelda EOW log continued: The vest sewing part

Man oh man the muslin/toile was super necessary. The pattern I bought was…not very beginner friendly. The photos in it were bad, and the phrasing they used was odd and unclear to me

I sought Reddit’s help with one step bc I just could not wrap my head around what they wanted me to do (and I’d forgotten how to pin curved pieces together properly so I was confused why things weren’t lining up…). The kind souls there were very helpful, and I see now, after someone pointed it out, that the pattern writer was probably talking about Topstitching, but without using the term topstitching

So I tried that out on one seam and was like 👍 cool, Not gonna bother doing that on the real version unless absolutely necessary

Also check out my poor woman’s tailor’s sausage I came up with (pringles can wrapped in a hand towel)

Finished the mock-up (didn’t bother sewing the trim all the way down since I jsut needed to assess how it Fit) and was Mildly Distressed. Probably from sewing too much

(Not pictured: my very pained smile)

I did some sloppy pinching and pinning and marking and measuring the marks, then stared at the pattern pieces for a very long time. There were two smaller sizes still, but it seemed like that wasn’t enough, so I trimmed the back and side piece patterns an additional 3/4 inch from the smallest size while cutting out my Real fabric

Got that mostly put together over the next couple days, added some darts to the back for a better fit before I added the neck and front trim

Collar was kinda wonky. Partly bc I wasn’t sure how to cut that piece down smaller bc the size lines were all pretty close together, so I think I extended it around the top too much. Not opposed to this kind of high collar look, but since this is her disguise it makes more sense to me if it looks Plain

the instructions only seemed to indicate that the edge of the collar should be “processed to assure against fraying” (so, finishing the edge with a zigzag bc I’m not made of money to have a serger lmao). But myehhhh with a woven cotton like this it doesn’t look Good for that to be showing on the outside. Unless there was some manner of hem I was supposed to make. I ended up just kinda folding it in half and basting the excess onto the neck and shoulder seam allowances, and hand basting a blind stitch for parts that couldn’t reach a seam allowance

Then I did side and bottom hems, and it was time for the last assembly step to finish off the armholes with binding. Made my own bias tape out of the same fabric for simplicity. Still felt like it took forever to do the whole thing, even after having sewn one on the toile. I hadn’t quite grasped how to do understitching till I watched even more videos (it did not help that in my practice one I’d trimmed the seam allowance waaaaay too short). It is Life changing how magical a good understitching is

I left the other armhole for the next day bc I kept being up too late sewing…

This felt like it took even Longer Still... I added stay stitching to the lower fold of the bias tape to help press the crease and keep it mostly creased while I sewed the top half of the bias tape on. It kinda worked ? So that’s nice

But I was beset by hiccups. First my machine kept getting the top thread stuck in the bobbin area (thankfully that was an easy “oh, duh” fix of just upping the tension a smidge). Then I went to do the basting before the last step of topstitching, but my bobbin thread ran out and I didn’t realize until I’d already gone all the way around 🫠 and Then my basting revealed some puckers, so I had to unpick those parts. THEN when I started my topstitching something got all weird and the stitches didn’t look right. So I had to unpick all THAT too and redo it

But then, finally, it was assembled. The vest thingy was ready for its last pressing, and then I hid a few threads at some hems (I like to thread the tails into a needle and send them by hand to the back and between the fold(s) of the hem, kinda like how I learned to hide yarn tails making amigurumi hehe)

(Not pictured, very sneepy snile)

Technically it’s not DONE done bc I still need to wash it—the marker on the back for guessing the dart top/bottoms is still showing to lol—and then iron it. I never knew sewing clothes would involve So Much time with the iron…

If I had time (which I don’t lol) I’d add a lining to it, once I’d figured out how to add a lining to something already completely done…

Thus concludes this phase of the sewing saga. I need to alter the white dress I bought and take it in in. A lot of places. I haven’t done much for the cape except tape some paper together for the pattern pieces, only to realize I did not print out all the pages (-: not sure how, but something something Murphy’s law

Up next: Prop Problems

[missallsundaes]

Usopp is my favorite character! And I was so excited to see that you love him too 🥰 there aren’t many stories about him and I was wondering if I could ask that you write another when you found the time? Maybe something smutty? Or fluffy? Or both after he and reader reunite again after the time skip? Where he’s confident now that reader will notice him but obvi they already did ♥️

UHM I love Usopp so fucking much you are so valid he's one of my fav characters of all time.

SO rereading your request after I got an idea, I realized that you asked for… a hook up post time skip but like. I couldn’t not do a big fluffy “i missed you so much” reunion after two years so they have a prev relationship but returned with Usopp being more confident and reader learning things about themself haha.

This is so fluffy and so gushy but also nsfw. It’s cringe worthy sweet because I’m a fucking sucker for Usopp and I want him to be happy.

This turned out so much longer than I meant for it to, bc I was just going to do a drabble but here’s this 1900 word fic, haha.

TLDR: MUSHY fic bc Usopp deserves happiness.

NSFW undercut but it's just like.. Very loving emotional sex. No real kinks but there is crying during sex, but not written to be kinky.

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“USOPP!” You screamed, running at top speed, past all of your other crew mates and straight into the arms of your boyfriend. Sure you were happy to see the other Straw Hats, but there was only one man who your heart beat for, and finally after two years apart, here he was.

He braced himself for your hug and you felt him lift you up and spin you around in his arms, “[y/n] oh my god I missed you!” He was all smiles, kissing across your face and holding you as close as he could, your feet still far from the ground.

His arms were more defined, muscles you weren’t used to feeling, flexing against your body to hold you up. “Wow you’ve been busy,” You smiled, kissing him back, hands finding their way to his strong arms. “Are you sure this is my Usopp?”

He laughed, setting you down, smiling the bright smile you missed so much, “What, you don’t remember all of this?” He joked, flexing both of his arms for you, acting out mock scenes of strength and showing off the rippling muscles that you didn’t quite know that you were into until well, just now.

You touched his exposed chest, fingers lingering over hard abs, “Well maybe I just forgot how absolutely strong my brave warrior was..”

You smiled at him, raising your chin to kiss his soft lips. Your words causing him to blush a bit, clearly melting at your praise, before returning your kiss, his arms wrapping around you again, hands in the small of your back to hold you close to him as he deepened the kiss passionately, clearly he had missed you just as much, ached for you just as much. These past two years had been hell, but finally everyone was back together.

“Get a room you two,” You heard someone laugh from behind you, and you suddenly realized how handsy you were being, how absolutely embarrassingly clingy you were being, causing you to flush a beet red.

The party the first night back on the Sunny was, no contest, one of the most fun nights you had ever had with your crew. Sanji had prepared a feast so big that even Luffy was having trouble by the end of the night, everyone catching each other up on the years apart and enjoying being with their family again. Everyone had grown so much in two years, both in visibly noticeable differences and emotionally. Everyone was still who you remembered, but matured. You supposed the same thing could be said about yourself, even though you couldn’t point out in yourself what had changed.

Drinks had flowed freely, Brook providing the most excellent of tunes, laughter and familiarity unbounded. How you had missed this. More than you realized. Just being together, being a family and feeling comfortable.

It was getting late now, and your head swam a bit from the drinks in you, despite how much you had eaten to soak it up. Cuddled up under the tangerine trees on the deck you were wrapped in Usopp’s arms, sitting between his thighs, his face pressed between your neck and collarbone comfortably, occasionally leaving kisses. He hummed in tune to the music on the deck below, Brook playing the piano and singing, Luffy and Sanji had drunkenly joined in singing along, not keeping the tune nearly as well.

“I missed you so much,” He said, arms squeezing you tightly, like he couldn’t get close enough, “I was so worried about you, I wish I could have just heard your voice.”

��C’mon, Uso,” You smiled, leaning against him and holding his arms under yours sweetly, “I’m a big girl, you know I can hold my own.”

“You’re even more beautiful than the last time I saw you,” He said, the tone in his voice so honest and clear with you, even tinged with the slur of his drink. “I must be the luckiest man sailing the seas.”

Your face was flushed, thankful for the darkening sky hiding it, “Shush you, it’s just the drink talking.” You patted his arm with your hand, as if to shush him.

“I mean it, you’re so gorgeous, you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed about my whole life,” His voice broke a little and you felt hot tears on your shoulder, “I was worried you wouldn’t wait for me the two years, I’d die if you realized how much better you were than me.”

“No no, none of that!” You said, spinning around suddenly, bumping noses with him as you turned, “You’re so much more than what you think of yourself.” You locked lips with the marksman, kissing deeper and more brazen than you meant, the passion getting to you.

His lips parted, and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue between them, his hands finding your hips as he deepened the kiss. Has he always been this good at kissing? Or was it the drink? Or how much you had missed each other's bodies?

“If we snuck off to the rooms, no one would notice,” You whispered, lips still touching his lips as you spoke. You smiled as you watched the blush spread across his cheeks, one thing hadn’t changed at least, he was so easy to fluster.

Your hand trailed down his chest, lingering on his waist, teasing at the last section of exposed skin before his trousers.

He tried to stutter out a reply, but ended up just nodding his head quickly as a response, lifting you up in a quick motion, carrying you bridal style down to the cabins below deck.

He set you down gently on the bed, treating you like a princess, kissing you and trailing those kisses down to your neck and chest, unbuttoning your blouse and kissing your breasts gently, always using such a soft touch with you.

“You’re so gorgeous,” He whispered against your skin, “So perfect.”

He climbed into bed next to you, hands slipping under your trousers, touching your body over your undergarments, his lips finding yours again, kissing you as you found your hands exploring his body. It would take some getting used to the new terrain under your fingers, where he was such a beanpole before, he had obviously trained so hard over the last two years, and his body was so familiar but so different.

Kissing and fondling quickly becoming more heated between you, he unbuttoned his coveralls, kicking them off his legs to the ground below the bed. You followed suit in quick succession, tossing your blouse aside and kicking off trousers to join his on the floor. His hands wrapped around your back to unhook your bra without breaking the kiss, you slipping your arms free of the straps and letting him toss it away.

His strong hand, more rough than you remembered, found its way to your heat again, slipping his hand under your panties, fumbling a bit in the moment before finding your clit with a gasp from you, some things hadn’t changed, really. His fingers slipped down your slit to find the moistening of your opening, dragging your slick back up to your clit to make his movements smoother, rolling your clit in circles under his fingers.

His mouth left yours, to trail kisses to your neck, leaving gentle marks against your skin, adjusting his weight on the bed until his mouth was at your breasts, his other hand cupping a breast to his mouth, a flash of tongue against your nipple before he sucked it into his mouth, kneading the soft flesh in his calloused hand.

“Usopp, please,” You moaned under his ministrations on your body, “I want you.”

You felt him freeze a bit, always easy to fluster, always easy to shy away. You stifled a laugh, “C’mon Uso~” you purred, arching your back and adjusting your legs to press your thigh against his member through his boxers, feeling the damp of his precum even through his underwear. “Please?”

“W-well I can’t very well deny such a request from a Goddess, can I?” He said masking a stutter and sliding your underwear from your hips before pulling his off and adjusting.

You looked down, eyes widening, “Usopp I know.. I keep saying you’ve grown but.. Did your dick.. Get bigger?” There was no doubt to you that there was at least another inch on your boyfriend’s length.

He looked down, having not thought about it before, “Uh.. oh.. Maybe?” He laughed, “Not too scary for you I hope.”

“No,” You said, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him down on top of you, “Just be gentle with me, it’s been a while even without the extra size..”

“Always,” He said, kissing you again as he slid his length into your waiting sex, letting you adjust to his cock as he did. Fully inside of you he gave you a moment to adjust, “Ready?” He said, and you nodded, eyes half lidded and biting your lip.

He started thrusting against you, a steady pace, his hands firmly gripping your hips to piston his hips against you. The air between you was hot and heavy, full of your desperate breath, your mouths barely separating except to let moans slip between your lips. Your hands found his hair, slipping your hands to the back of his head, fingers threaded through his thick curls, gripping him closer to you as his pace quickened from the passion between you.

It wasn’t long before you felt the familiar feeling of an orgasm building within you, taut like a rubberband, ready to snap with each pump of his hips into you, his pace steady but getting sloppier as he neared his own orgasm.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him closer to you, his pumping action now more shallow but hitting you deeper, rubbing that sweet spot inside you that you swear he wasn’t long enough to hit the last time you were together, and god it was driving you crazy.

“I’m going to cum, Usopp,” You moaned against his lips, arching your back against his chest and pressing your sex into him desperately.

“Come for me, baby,” He moaned, pulling you into him rhythmically, “I’m close too.” His confidence in telling you to come for him was all it took to push you to that edge, feeling your orgasm take over your body you moaned his name loudly, fingers gripping in his hair for dear life.

Your body tightening on his cock was all it took for him to release his own orgasm, pumping inside you until your own orgasm had subsided, then pulling out to splash his slick jizz across your stomach, secondary pumps splashing lower, covering your body in his seed.

His lips met yours again and you felt tears splash your cheeks as he let his body fall into yours, curling up next to you to hold you close to him. “I love you so much, so so much,” he cried, huge tears pooling in the corners of his eyes.

You felt your own tears pooling, threatening to spill over your lids. “Shuush, don’t cry Usopp,” you trailed your hand across his cheek lovingly, “I love you so much, you’re my everything.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” He said, looking into your eyes with all the love and devotion in his heart.

“I could say the same thing, my darling.” You said, kissing his nose, “We’ll never be apart again.”

[kyidyl]

Kyidyl Does Archaeology - Part 3

(As before, parts 1 & 2 can be found via the KyidylCL tag.)

THE PITS

So, we’ve got the info about the site and we’ve got the prep work done, so what next? Digging! But archaeologists don’t just randomly dig, we dig in very precise ways. There’s, generally speaking, two ways to make a hole for an archaeologist (and this *doesn’t* apply to burials.  Burials are done differently.): a pit and a trench.  A pit is usually a specific size and meant to uncover a small area.  A trench is a long area that takes a cross section of a specific area and is meant for exposing lots of area.  When you’re doing a whole settlement often a trench is used because of the volume.  We’re doing a mixture, and we started with two 5ftx5ft pits (~1.5 meters for the non-americans in the crowd.  Good rule of thumb for ft --> meters is that 3ft = 1 yard = 1 meter, approximately.  It’s not exact but if you’re trying to imagine how big something is, it’s a good way of thinking about it.).  

Pit one only had 1 interesting thing and I don’t have any pictures of it really so I’m just gonna tell you about it real quick.  In pit 1 we found a feature, which is a spot where the dirt is a different color in an unnatural shape because humans did something.  This particular feature was a post hole from a palisade wall.  That’s interesting for two reasons: 1, the natives didn’t build palisades until they came into conflict with the colonizers. It isn’t that they didn’t need defenses previous to that, it’s that the people they were defending against didn’t have horses or guns.  Once the colonizers arrived, they started copying their method of defense.  2, palisade walls are made of large trees.  To cut them down they were first burned in the place where the cut was made to make cutting them easier.  And this means CHARCOAL.  

Archaeologists love charcoal.  We can date that shit really easily.  And this particular charcoal was sent out for dating.  Came back as 1700s, which makes sense for this area.  It took the colonizers a bit longer to push up into the mountains, so the dates for contact and treaties and that kind of thing are later than official first contact in the 1400s.  So that’s the latest date we have for the site.  

Now, pit 2.  Pit 2 was, and still is, the most interesting pit on the site so far (we’ve opened a number of others, but it’s...lots of plow scars and jumbled artefacts.).  Archaeologists, as I’ve mentioned, dig this kind of stuff in layers.  So for our site (and I know a few of you following me are also archs, so I need you to know this was the site director’s choice not mine. >.<), we have a sod layer, layer 2 - the plow layer, and layer 3 the layer below the plow layer.  General rule of thumb, at least the way I was taught is that you do it in increments or when the dirt changes color, whichever comes first.  So layer 2 for us is pretty thick.  Here’s what the pit looked like at the end of day 1 after we’d gotten the sod off and started bringing it down evenly: 

The bucket is covering the test pit that’s at the center of it.  The string is the boundaries of the pit, but also we attach what’s called a datum to it.  A datum is a known spot above sea level that you use to make measurements as to how deep something is.  It’s basically a string with a line level and you stretch it out until the line level reads, well, level...and then you use a ruler from there down to whatever depth you’re measuring.  So when we find like...arrowheads and points and stuff (and this pit had several) we record where they were by saying “_____ inches BD”, or “below datum”.  

Anyway, you can see already where there are some rocks and differences in color of the dirt.  It’s honestly not all that interesting but I figured you guys might like to see the progression.  This is that same pit about 2-3 working days later, and this is where it started to get interesting: 

Some of the difference in color there is because some soil is freshly exposed and some isn’t.  The pit in the middle is the remains of the test pit.  The lighter dirt at the bottom is sub-soil for this area, so it’s where the plow zone ends.  The rocks may or may not have been added by people, so we record them just in case.  How you deal with rocks depends entirely on where you are digging.  In Florida, where I went to school, rocks are important because 99% of what they’ve got there is sand and shell.  So if you find rocks they were probably put there by people.  Here? Sometimes it’s just part of the ground and sometimes it’s people.  It really depends on how far down you find them.  This is about midway through the pit so it could go either way.  So we do what’s called “pedestaling” where we dig around them and let them sit on a pedestal of dirt.  You’ll see that in a lot of pics going forward.  The reason that we’ve dug those upper corners differently is because we were starting to see soil color changes and we were investigating them separately.  Good thing too, because they both turned out to be part of a large fire pit feature.  Next slide! 

So here you can see that the dirt in those two areas that we’ve dug is a distinctly different color - it’s reddish.  Reddish dirt is a sign that the dirt has been heated, so we’re following the red dirt here.  The digging changes from going in layers to following these features.  And we’re really methodical about it so that we don’t remove too much or too little and lose the line of the feature.  Here we were lucky, all the dirt inside those features was full of tiny specs of charcoal.  And, in the upper left up there - which was my feature to dig - there were huge chunks of charcoal.  Also a really nice piece of pottery.  Well, I mean, comparatively.  It’s still just a large sherd that I accidentally snapped in two while removing but like it counts.  The square in the lower leftish is ust from like the foam I’d been sitting on.  Getting into a pit - rather than digging it from the sides - is something you do NOT do without permission and a lot of care.  Here, the ground is really solid so I wasn’t going to ruin anything by getting in there and the pit was getting too deep to effectively dig from the side, so I spent a lot of time in weird positions on the flat parts of this pit.  So, anyway, here’s a close up of the feature so you can see what I mean about the charcoal: 

Charcoal is very, very black so when you’re digging it stands out bc nothing else is that dark or that bright.  Everything else is covered in dirt. But you can see it there in the top half - it’s those dark flecks and blobs.  There was a ton of it, and when I say a ton, I mean we got I think almost 300g just that DAY.  And y’all know how light charcoal is.  This was the stuff we sent in for c14 testing along with the palisade charcoal and it came back, if I’m remembering right, mid-1300s.  That’s a period called the late woodland. It matches up with the pottery and points we were finding, but I’ll get to that when I start in on the finds.  

Now, I thought you might need some help with this next image so I brought it into procreate and drew on it.  I know it looks like it came before the previous stage, but it didn’t.  What happened is that we brought the whole pit down deeper to expose the edge of the large features.  We also found a post hole in the process! 

So I’ve marked the layers of dirt in the side wall for you so you can see what I mean when I’m talking about them.  I’ve also marked out the bottom of the pit bc this angle made it a little hard to see.  In the upper right you can clearly see the darker dirt of the post hole.  A post hole is exactly what the name implies - someone dug a hole, stuck a post in it, and later the post was removed and filled with moar different dirt and now it’s a different color but in a distinctly unnatural shape.  You can also see that we’ve long ago dug deeper than the test pit.  The area I’ve marked “bridge” is an area of soil that didn’t have charcoal in it between the two pits that did.  There was charcoal throughout that area - hence the blue boundary - but for the features themselves we were following the red dirt.  And if that feature on the right looks deep to you it’s because it *is*.  I dug it out and followed the charcoal and it went *under* the bridge.  

Now you guys probably don’t realize this, but this is like...stupid deep to be finding this kind of stuff.  We’re like 3ft below the surface here and still going down deeper.  Around here the rate of topsoil accumulation is like...an inch every 600 years or so.  The charcoal coming out of this pit is only 700 years old and it’s 3ft below the surface.  So we’re likely looking at a hole that was dug by the natives for their own use.  The thing that was confusing us was that we didn’t see the feature even start until we were almost at the bottom of the test pit so like...8 inches or so down.  (about 16cm.  1inch is approx 2cm.) But then I was looking through some of my earlier images of the pit and I noticed this: 

(north is the same direction in both pics)

The rocks, the ones that could be either nature or people, approximately outlined the areas we’d found the fire pits.  This is why you document shit.  Even though this is still pretty deep to be finding this kind of thing, it at least makes more sense in the context of very disturbed site.  So there might have been more evidence higher up, but it’s in the plow layer so we’ll never know.  So what was the feature? Well, the two features were actually one feature (and you’ll have to wait till tomorrow’s post to find out how I know that.), and I think that might have been one of these: 

(image credit)

Or something similar anyway, but I have to do more research about native cooking methods in this area of the country.  But it would fit with the two holes and a bridge of dirt with no charcoal that we saw while digging.  

Anyway I know this post is super long but I swear we’re almost done.  When we finally finished digging the damned thing it looked like this: 

(here I’m standing on the north side of the pit, so the top is the bottom in the other pics.) 

We think that this might actually be part of another feature so it’s a little...ah...yeah it’s just weird.  Those rocks were definitely from people, so maybe they were lining the bottom of the pit or something.  If I could draw your attention to the black crud in the wall to the right of the pedestaled rocks, I’m gonna tell you one last story about this pit.  That is a burned like...conglomerate of crud.  It isn’t charcoal (charcoal is fuel for the fire, not what they were using the fire to make).  Here’s what it looked like close up: 

(aw yis macro lense)

See those circles? Those are *seeds*.  I sent it to a former prof of mine who is an ethnobotanist for ID and she says she thinks it’s chenopodium AKA goosefoot, which was a staple food for the natives for a long time.  One variety still is: quinoa.  So basically, what we think we’re looking at is a 700 year old cooking accident.  Or, as my professor put it: 

So forgive the length, and I hope you all enjoyed this installment.  =D 

[prettyboy-asmo]

Obey me! boys with trans masc MC

 Some headcanons about the brothers + Solomon and Diavolo with Trans Masc MC. it’s pretty self-indulgent. Obviously not everyone shares the same experiences with their identity.  I took from my own experiences and feelings about things to write these.

TW: Mentions of transphobia (not detailed and not from any of the main  characters)

Lucifer

It doesn’t actually come up for some time, not until you realize that you two are definitely getting closer to being intimate. 

One night things start to get steamy and when you realize you have to force yourself to not run away. You’re still up and halfway across the room faster than Lucifer thought a human could move. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest, and you have to make yourself look Lucifer in the eyes. 

He’s quick to apologize, thinking he made you uncomfortable- he’s honestly worried he’d hurt you or crossed your boundaries. You assure him that it’s nothing like that. You just need to explain something before things go further. 

If you are nervous about telling him, he’ll wait patiently for you to say what you need to say. Reassures you that it changes nothing about how he feels about you. He only cares that you’re happy and comfortable. 

“I’m glad you feel comfortable telling me. I know humans can hold some troubling views on the subject.” He’s never really understood a lot of the human hang ups on things like this, but he knows it’s a big deal for some to share the knowledge with others, it takes trust.

What he doesn’t say is how happy he is that you trust him that much (how proud he is,) 

Will ask if there’s anything specific you need him to do/not do or anything that you might not have that you want or need. (ie: new binder if you haven’t had top surgery, do you want top surgery? He can make it happen.)

If you’re having a particularly bad time with dysphoria, he’ll straight up ask if there’s anything he can do to help. 

He’ll also be sure to call you by your name, or specifically masculine terms 

Someone misgenders you on purpose? He doesn’t hesitate to set them straight. No one’s foolish enough to do it again. 

Mammon:

He finds out on accident. You’re changing when he barges in your room, saying something about being late for breakfast in his usual loud manner. 

He freezes when he finally looks at you, Sees your binder or your scars but honestly it doesn’t really register bc holy shit his human is half dressed and standing in front of him and-poor boy is blushing so hard and is silent because he’s certain he’ll make a fool of himself. 

It hadn’t occurred to you until he went quiet that he didn’t know already. 

You finish getting dressed and his silence is worrying you at this point. You quietly ask him if he’d like for you to stop hanging around him

That manages to snap him out of his daze and he looks utterly confused. “Why would ya think that?” You try to explain that you’ve had people that have stopped speaking to you because you’re trans, or have even tried to tell you it’s wrong. 

“They obviously don’t know anything,” He says, “You’re stuck with the Great Mammon, ya hear? I’m your first guy and you’re my man!” It’s not the first time he’s referred to you as his, but it’s the first time he’s used man instead of human. After that though, he starts doing it more and each time it makes you smile. 

“That’s right, That’s my man!” “What took ya so long, man?” 

If you’re having bad dysphoria he’s very vocal about calling you his man, reassuring you, and asking what you want in that moment. Stay in and just lay around? Sure. find a distraction? He can think of plenty.

He offers you some of his shirts and jackets. “They suit ya,” he insists, even if they’re big on you, “Gotta make sure my man is staying stylish!”  (He won’t admit how happy it makes him to see you wearing his clothes, but you can tell anyways.)

Someone misgenders you to upset you? “What’d you just say to my man?” He’s angry and he’s not about to be quiet about it. 

Leviathan:

You mention it off-handedly while discussing your favorite anime and manga. 

You’d started talking about one that actually had pretty decent Trans rep, lamenting that it wasn’t more popular because of how much it meant to see someone like you-

Levi catches it immediately, but he doesn’t say anything about- It doesn’t change anything he feels anyway. 

He does, however, take time to look for movies, tv shows, games, or anything you might both enjoy that has good Representation. 

When you realize what he’s doing you can’t help but hug him tightly  and kiss his cheek, and it makes him blush.”I’m glad you’re happy.” 

Bad Dysphoria? He’ll drag you to his room to binge anime, play games, and watch movies. He knows the distraction helps.

You’re his Henry, and he’s gonna go the extra mile to make sure you’re comfortable, however he can. 

If you use a binder and find you need a new one, he’s on top of it- He’ll offer to make one for you so he knows it’ll be the right size and it will be good quality. 

Someone misgenders you after being corrected? He checks on you first and asks if you want him to do something about it. If he finds out they did it Maliciously? He’s going to do something about that- reminding everyone in the process that he’s the third eldest (and third most powerful) for a reason. 

Satan:

It comes up when you start spending more time with him- studying or getting book recommendations to pass your free time, You can tell when your interactions shift to something more.

He nods when you tell him, “And your pronouns are He/him, correct?” 

Asks if there’s anything he should avoid doing, anything you don’t like to be called, He wants to know your boundaries then and there so he doesn’t overstep them. 

He spends some time researching. He wants to make sure he understands as much as he can about you, including this- he doesn’t want to ask you directly what your experience in the human realm was, in case it brings up any unpleasant memories. 

You notice the change in his reading list eventually and it makes you feel warm knowing that he’s doing it for you. You tell him if he does have any questions he can ask you. 

He does ask you if you use a binder and if you’re binding safely.

He also asks if Dysphoria is something you struggle with. If you tell him it is, his line of questioning shifts to things he can possibly do to help you deal with it. 

If it’s a really rough day and you admit you don’t want to really do anything, he’ll pick a book to read to you, just so you know he’s there for anything you need, even if it’s just quiet company. 

He also becomes a little more vocal, calls you things like dashing or handsome. 

If someone misgenders you with ill intent? He’s going to deal with it, and it’s not going to be pretty. 

Asmodeus:

He invites you to his room to show you the new outfits he bought. He does it pretty much every time he goes shopping. 

This time the first outfit he walks out includes a skirt. You already know Asmo doesn’t believe in gendered clothing, or adhering to any sort of ‘norm’ but it’s the first time you’ve seen it so obviously in person when it comes to his clothes.

“I wish I could wear something like that,” the words are out your mouth before you register them, and you flush even while Asmo giggles. He offers his closet to you and tells you to try something on. 

Your hesitance must show, because he frowns a little, looking concerned. “I used to,” you admit, “But people kept telling me that I didn’t need to transition if I liked all that stuff anyways.” 

He’s next to you in a second, hand tilting your chin to look at him, “Fuck those people,” he says seriously, “It’s a shame for a man to hide such a delightful body. It’s even worse for him to deny himself things he likes because of ignorant commentary.” 

He ends up making suggestions on what to try on, starting with a simple skirt and shirt combo. 

You stare at the mirror for a long time, turning occasionally to watch the way the skirt flares up slightly when you do. You catch Asmo smiling behind you in the reflection.

“Do you like it?” You catch his eyes in the reflection, nodding, “I missed the feeling. Thank you, Asmo.” 

“Anything for someone as handsome as you,” 

If you’re feeling really dysphoric he’ll try to pamper you- want him to brush your hair? Face masks? A relaxing bath? An entire spa day? New clothes? He wants you to feel good about yourself and he knows self care is the first step. 

He loves to pick out clothes for you to wear, but he always explicitly asks what style you want, because he wants you to feel as good as you look in anything he picks for you. 

If someone misgenders you maliciously or more than once, he’ll have plenty of words with them. 

In fact, as it turns out many of his fans will also have words if they catch wind- Asmo loves posting pics with you on Devilgram and taking you to the Fall, so you’ve also become part of many of his fans' lives too.

Beelzebub:

You feel a little self-conscious surrounded by attractive demons- But Beel is a whole other level. He’s tall and solid muscle, and you're envious of it. 

You know you could never keep up with his workouts, but you ask if you could join him anyways, and if he could give you some pointers on good workouts for specific goals. He agrees right away, more than happy to help. 

It becomes a routine and you look forward to your shared workouts, even if it’s just you both doing your own thing, or Beel giving you pointers on your form or him asking you to record him so he can see how his own form looks. 

You’re so comfortable around Beel, that during one of your afternoon workouts you pull your shirt over your head as you stop to take a break and even out your breathing. 

“It’s not good to wear a binder while exercising for so long.” Beel’s concerned comment takes you off guard for a moment and you flush, unsure of what to say because he sounds so casual about it, and you aren’t really used to it. 

You settle for “Sorry,” and quickly go to tug your shirt back on, but he shakes his head. “You don’t have to. Just rest while I finish up.” 

“You’re doing this for you, right? No matter what, You’re a great guy, so don’t push yourself because other people expect it.”  You’re surprised when he joins you after he’s done and it’s the first thing he says. You tell him it does help you feel better about yourself and you enjoy spending the time with him, doing something you both enjoy. And the smile he gives you is blinding. 

If you’re having a bad time with Dysphoria he’ll ask what you want to do. Workout? Movie and Snacks? Do you need a distraction or do you want to just...be?

He’s well aware of the toxic masculinity that can be present in places like gyms and such. He’s never tolerated it, but there’s a new edge to him if he hears anyone saying something disrespectful or hateful. 

If someone misgenders you, he makes his displeasure known but he focuses on making sure you aren’t upset. (Not many would dare risk making him angry anyways, as quiet as he is he’s still intimidating when he needs to be.)

Belphegor: 

You don’t actually tell him. with how often you end up napping with him he just knows. He doesn’t even say anything about it- he doesn’t see the need to and neither do you. 

He does say something the one time he catches you falling asleep in a binder. “You can’t sleep in that!” he wakes you up and makes you change- he tells you it’s important to have proper sleepwear, a lecture that might even rival one Lucifer's, as he himself begins to doze off. 

After that he makes a point to check to make sure you aren’t wearing a binder before he cuddles up for a nap or for the night (Not that he admits it to you)

He likes to tease you, but he’s always hyper aware of his words. The last thing he wants to do is accidentally say something that might actually hurt you

He doesn’t tend to use overly gendered language with you in the first place, “You’re my nap buddy,” “You make a really nice pillow,” “I like it when you look flustered like that,”

But if he notices/ you tell him you’re struggling with dysphoria more than usual he’ll make the effort to use specifically masculine terms

He’s not the greatest with being open about his feelings but he’ll reassure you if that’s what you need

He doesn’t like seeing you struggling so he asks the best ways to help you feel better, even if he still teases you he’s doing his best to cheer you up or make you more comfortable.

If someone misgenders you on purpose he’s making sure you’re okay. He’ll be even more clingy than usual, glare at anyone he thinks looks at you wrong or he’ll simply drag you back home to laze around and cuddle (He tells you he’s tired and just wants to nap, but he really just wants to keep an eye on you in case it upset you more than you showed.) 

He’ll have a discussion with whoever upset you later, anyways. 

Solomon: 

When you realize he’s way older than he looks you’re concerned that he’s gonna have some very archaic views about things. 

Even as you grow closer to him, the thought nags at the back of your mind and it keeps you stuck at a distance despite his obvious flirting. 

He notices, of course. “Am I making you uncomfortable? I can stop if you’d like,” It's a stark contrast to his usual teasing and mystic demeanor, and the serious expression on his face draws some courage from you. 

You manage to tell him without stuttering, and then you flush when you tell him you weren’t sure he’d be okay with that. Saying it out loud makes you feel a little silly- all things considered. 

He hums and tells you he understands, but that he doesn’t care in the sense that if you’re happy and true to yourself that’s what matters most. (It sounds suspiciously like something Asmo would say, but there’s sincerity in his voice and eyes.)

His flirting continues- when he passes you at RAD, when he invites you to study with him, even his messages, simple compliments like “You look rather handsome today,” or teasing “I’m so lucky to sit with the cutest boy in class,” but now that you aren’t worrying about other things, you can finally return his teasing. 

If you’re having a hard time with dysphoria, he’ll ask if he can help. He’ll show up with snacks, movies, books, anything you want to do. He’ll even offer to ask Asmo for the needed supplies for a spa day, if he thinks that might help. 

If someone misgenders you on purpose he’s gonna set them straight. He’s the most powerful sorcerer and he’s not going to let someone disrespect you like that

Diavolo: 

When you arrive in the Devildom, you actually laugh. A few of the people (demons!) standing around you look concerned. 

“I mean, plenty of people told me I’d go to hell but I don’t think this is what they meant.” There’s some surprised looks but no one mentions it past that, really. 

But it does come up in one of your regular meetings with Diavolo, what had started out as short meetings to discuss how things were progressing during your stay had suddenly turned into hours of visiting over tea and Barbatos cooking. 

He asks you what you meant when you’d said that. It wasn’t the first ‘personal’ question he asked you, and you didn’t see a reason not to explain. So you tell him all about your run ins with the wannabe preachers and ‘concerned’ Sunday school moms and the like and how you managed to offend them. 

He looks curious and you tell him to feel free to ask you if he has a question. He has a few, mostly about if there’s anything making you uncomfortable he might not be aware of, or if there’s anything you need that you can’t get in the Devildom. 

He’s genuinely concerned about not having thought about things like this when it comes to the exchange students, and asks if you’d help him make sure the program was improved and friendly towards all. 

It warms your heart to see him so passionate and ready to learn in order to make others comfortable, so you agree without hesitation

Your visits with Diavolo grow in number after that though some of them remain just friendly visits, some are focused on the exchange program and some of them are far more intimate. 

If you tell him you’re having a rough time with feeling dysphoric, he’ll Invite you over to visit and make sure you’re alright- and if you don’t feel like going out? He’ll come to you, a box of sweets from Barbatos and determined to find out if there’s anything he can do to help. 

He’s all about reassurance, “You’re perfect, and I don’t lie, remember?” 

Someone misgenders you intentionally or is just being transphobic in general? He’s quick to shut that down. He makes it known that he won’t tolerate any sort of hate speech or such behavior, and especially not towards you. No one is going to test Lord Diavolo on that, either.

[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

highlights:

new favorites post is publicly available on [patreon]!

[preview] for next month’s phone wallpaper is up!

a bit of a short one today.

on [prophecy]:

@ceylonsilvergirl​ said: Why is it never being right about awesome things?

to be fair I am also often right about good things, just not so much the past couple months lol

@jupiterlandings​ said: Apollo leave my boy ALONE or I swear I will bring Marx back so he can make the mooon kick the suns trash again

lol I suppose that is in fact a solution kirby has available

on [butterflies]:

@hobgirl​ said: oh to lie in the grass and look at butterflies. unfortunately butterflies keep trying to land in my hair like some fairytale princess shit, but i was warned as a child that touching butterflies can kill them specifically bc the scales on their wings are very delecate and u can take them off just by touching the wings, and thatll make it impossible for them to fly. so now i get spooked when butterflies get close to me cause what if i accidentally kill it????

omg that sounds so stressful. I’m pretty sure they’re not quite that delicate, if it helps. so gently waving them away or setting them somewhere else should be fine. (I did a quick search and it looks like researchers actually scrape the scales off on purpose in the tagging process, so I guess they can still live and fly without some of their scales!)

@northeasternwind​ said: ah yes. all yellow. no red or orange to be seen. can relax. c:

I thought about it but I decided they should all be regular butterflies XD

on [woo]:

@hobgirl said: woo! re the tags im very happy for you tumblr user kirby the gorb!! its very unfair that we need money to live and its nice to hear you wont need to worry about it as much. not re the tags anymore EYE am going to use this woo! as a preemptive celebration for finally cleaning my apartment, cause its a whole mess and now that my girlfriend is gone for the month ive lost all motivation to keep it clean. but i will!! today i will!!!!

thank you! and I hope your apartment made it to a more comfortable state! (I actually get more cleaning done when my wife isn’t home, cuz I know the noise and disruption can’t bother her if she’s not here XD )

on [sweater]:

@ceylonsilvergirl said: one time my family went into The City (I was a young teen at the time) it was summer but all of us forgot that SF evenings, even in the middle of summer, are cold as hell. so my parents quickly bought us souvenir sweaters to keep us from dying, and mine was an oversized yellow sweater with SF emblazoned across the front in yellow thread. I wore that damn thing every single day, just on top of whatever it was that I was wearing. I hadn’t thought about that in years. funny how memories live in your brain whether you realize it or not

oh wild I wonder how common it is to get so attached to a desperation sweatshirt cuz I had one too! I was at some Nerd Competition (destination imagination, to be specific. do they still do that one?) on the other side of the state towards the end of middle school and it was absolutely dumping rain, but my whole team was just left to run loose until it was time for our presentation so of course we were outside climbing retaining walls the whole time. and I’m this tiny waif child and I’m soaked to the bone and it was just a day trip so I didn’t bring any extra clothes, but it was late into the day so when my mom went to buy me a Branded Sweatshirt to change into they only had plus size ones left, it was like a 2x or something. and then I wore it nearly every day for years, to the point where it got so ratty and full of holes they bought me a replacement in the same color and size (with an osu logo instead).

on [braces]:

@ceylonsilvergirl [added] a speech bubble that says “My mom says if I clean my room I can get a bearded dragon for my next birthday. Did you hear the ice cream man? Let’s go ride bikes to the park. I only need to save up five more dollars then I can get the new Mario game. Who do you think is faster, the flash or sonic?. Do you like Pokémon?” and said: Kirby is like a little kid. but Kirby is braces is like an older kid

oh absolutely, braces-kirby totally has the vibe of one of those like pre-teen/early teen kids that is just So Full Of Thoughts and they badly need to share All Of Them

on [peek]:

@ceylonsilvergirl [added] a speech bubble with a drawing of an ice cream cone

he saved up his allowance for this! he wants two scoops!

@theraphos said: me at the sandwich counter

“and extra meat and cheddar and provolone and no peppers and extra lettuce and--”

[autumnslance]

What was it like going from World of Warcraft to FFXIV? As someone who has never played an online RPG before FFXIV I am often :0 ?! when I hear that some people found getting into FFXIV hard because of the mandatory main quest when they just want to go to endgame content as soon as possible. Is going endgame ASAP a regular thing in most online RPGs?

Have a header image of a FFXIV version of my original WoW Main, Discipline Priest Lirriel F’sharri.

Me, a concise answer? Hahaha! Sorry. This got long, so behind a cut it goes and hopefully I answer to Nonny’s satisfaction, taking the questions and breaking them down:

Is going endgame ASAP a regular thing in most online RPGs?

In a lot of games it can be, yes. WoW doesn’t really have a linear overall storyline; each zone has its own story, and each expansion has its own story arc. Nowadays, with how long it’s been running and how big it’s gotten, WoW has revamped their questing so that you decide if you want to go through 1-50 in a specific expac (Burning Crusade, Cataclysm, Wrath of the Lich King, etc), and then catch up to the newest expac for the newest levels, since they also recently did a “level squish” as well as a stats squish, as they had gotten well over 100+ levels in the last couple expansions. Numbers are a problem for long running games (which is why experienced MMO players nodded and some even sighed in relief when the stat squish for Endwalker was announced).

I don’t think FFXIV will be able to do anything similar since their overarching story is so linear; it’s more like playing a single player traditional JRPG with some MMO features attached. I can see them perhaps scaling experience point gain with quests the way they have with the side quests in Shadowbringers, or with Beast Tribe dailies; that would work going forward I think. Unless we get the option to start with the new storyarc starting in 6.1; that could be interesting!

The only other time I had a linear story to go through similarly to FFXIV was early days of Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, which I played briefly at launch. Even then, each planet had its own storyline, the overall storyline was the individual class questlines. There was, I think, an overarching plot, but it didn’t really come into play until level cap? I don’t even remember and never got to cap because the grind in that game at launch was awful.

And that’s a thing about many MMOs; the leveling experience is learning about the world, introducing characters and setting, but it’s mostly filler until you get to the endgame where the raiding is--and in WoW, the story is only completed via seeing it in raids (thank goodness for Looking for Raid) and was the main focus mechanically as well. WoW didn’t really have an overarching story in Classic, it was a lot of disparate elements setting up and holdovers from the original RTS games and led to random raid content. Burning Crusade gave us an overarching plot with going to Outland to face Illidan--which honestly wasn’t all that well done storywise. BC is remembered fondly for the quality of life changes and allowing smaller groups to raid, rather than requiring wrangling 40 people. And the raids were challenging and fun--or frustrating, but mileage varies there. But the impetus for “the Dark Portal opened and Illidan’s in Outland being bad” was...pretty much it? Later expacs like Wrath had much better story setup and throughlines as they went, and my one friend described Shadowlands as having something like an MSQ. There are, however, a lot of retcons and putting necessary plot information in supplemental material, which was always frustrating. I’ve likened it before to “imagine going from defeating Tsukuyomi at the end of 4.3 and all the separations and set up there...and then the next patch picking up with getting warped to the First because everything that happened in 4.4 and 4.5 occurs in a novel.” That’s too often been WoW’s method of connecting expansion stories while players languish for a year or more in the last raid content.

I wish I was kidding. FFXIV having a set, quick release schedule, that they keep to so consistently with such good quality--and cosmetic and RP stuff added too!--is astounding to me. I worry for the devs’ health at times--then I hear things like Yoshida turning down requests for crunchy overtime to keep said devs from burning out, hence why the next Ultimate is pushed to 6.1. I appreciate that greatly. Getting anything not pertaining to endgame raid and PvP content in WoW was often impossible, coming with complaints from the raiding community that frivolous additions for sheer fun cost them whole tiers, and seriously 18 months between patches was not unheard of.

What was it like going from World of Warcraft to FFXIV?

I started FFXIV at the beginning of Heavensward...but I was still playing WoW. FFXIV was my side game, as I was still invested in roleplay and raiding with my WoW friends. So I mostly enjoyed playing through the story at a leisurely pace, but I didn’t finish ARR for like 2 years. When Stormblood came out I was hitting burnout in WoW despite mostly enjoying Legion, and the quality of life changes for StB really invigorated my interest and ability to play. The longer GCD for FFXIV was actually one of the biggest challenges for me, especially since I had primarily tanked and healed in WoW. I am not an aggressive or competitive player, nor very manually coordinated, so DPS has always been a challenge for me. I find DPS easier in FFXIV thanks to the longer GCD--I’m still not great, but I don’t feel overwhelmed by trying to hit my rotation buttons instantly. It’s taken me a while to get used to tanking, and I still don’t do it in 8man content, except once or twice with my friends. Mostly cuz I’m just enjoying my DPS jobs, really, so haven’t invested in learning.

...And some of my old fear of random roulettes as a lone tank/healer; WoW’s LFG was a toxic pit for various reasons FFXIV has mostly avoided and even my worst day in FFXIV’s roulette is better than a good day in WoW’s, which gave me anxiety and I stopped doing without friends. FFXIV has no Public Test Realm that people expect you to get on pre-patch to not only spoil story moments, but also learn all the fight mechanics ahead of time and if you don’t know them Hour 1 Day 1 of a new patch release you’re deserving of abuse.

I won’t say never, but I just haven’t found myself interested in going back to WoW or feeling invested in that story, though I do sometimes miss my RP characters (and may write more stories for them sometime). I do keep track of certain beloved NPCs and events--a friend streamed a beautiful moment in Ardenweald for me because I did play through what happened to that character in Legion, sobbing the whole time. I’m tracking what’s happening to Anduin Wrynn closely; we’ve literally watched that character grow up in real time over the years from boy prince to king of Stormwind and I’m still a bit heartbroken about his father. But I play for story and characters, and Blizzard’s way of telling those stories and handling those characters lost me, and with how the Acti-Blizz execs and higher level devs act lately (Hazzikostas keeps striking me as out of touch), they don’t give me much incentive to go back. I may not even pick up Diablo 4 at this rate.

So FFXIV’s story hits the right narrative and character focus for me, especially when I buckled in and replayed...and then replayed again...and now have NG+...Anyway, I like how they build the lore and characters and while it’s far from perfect and they have their own flaws, coming from WoW, it’s a lovely change of pace. Not to mention just how Yoshida and his team interact and communicate with the player base, and see the players’ trust as paramount post-1.x.

...I hear that some people found getting into FFXIV hard because of the mandatory main quest when they just want to go to endgame content as soon as possible.

Some people play only to raid; they like mechanics, and challenges, and feeling powerful at max level with the best gear. They don’t care about the overall story--in some cases because they don’t realize it’s so in depth and linear and sensible after/compared to the constant retcons and revamps in games like WoW!--and are just here to play with friends. Cool for them, if that’s what makes them happy! If that’s how they relax and have fun, power to ‘em so long as they aren’t being nasty to others less advanced/able/willing to put in the time and effort for gameplay. But for me, story and characters are far more important, and I raided quite a lot in WoW at various levels of difficulty and raid size. I am old and tired and want to relax and have fun with friends and write stories that get away with me when my characters get a mind of their own. So I rarely do more than Normals, avoiding Savage and Extreme cuz that grind doesn’t interest me. I’ll do stuff I can do on my own to get my progress fix for my brain (like leveling jobs).

The trouble we’re running into now is FFXIV’s linear story is well over 100 hours long. Even with the ARR revamp cutting a lot of chafe, there’s a LOT to get through to reach HW, and then a lot to get to StB, and then to ShB. And there will be a bunch to get through to EW. That’s JUST MSQ, not counting all the side content a new player may also want to catch up on, like the Alliance and Normal raids, PvP, Relics, Hildibrand, side quest stories like Mail Moogle, Beast Tribes, Crafting...the list goes on and on!

Content in a successful MMO must be varied for multiple styles and preferences for the long term health of the game. Roleplayers and story-focused folks tend to be the ones who stick between patches, farming content at a slower pace to get rewards they want for RP or to see story info, as opposed to raid-focused folks who push new content at release for the challenge and glory. Some of those folks also RP or like story though, so go back to farm between blowing up new content. There’s room for all kinds, and there has to be, and while I am sometimes annoyed by people who skip story (or outright dislike it!) while demanding to know how X works or why a character did A thing, they play their way and pay their sub to keep things running same as me and my obsessive need to know the lore and see it for myself. I can certainly understand those players who story skip that much content to get to where their friends are, if that’s the primary reason they play is to raid with pals, and with New Game+ it’s easier than ever for someone to go back and catch up the story later anyway.

[that-soccer-guru]

Hi! Would love to hear your thought on how you think each uswnt player played today!

oof okay, well I'm ngl to you my dear anon, I was rooting hard against the US today. THEREFORE I wasn't paying all the attention to the players, but I can't help but criticize so here we go.

Wanna know what I did see though, clear as day? A struuuuuuggling USWNT.

Look, Canada figured it out for a bit, but there's no reason the uswnt should've been lacking so much. There was a massive disconnect in the midfield, the defense was not positioned well at all, and they were counting too much on Canada fucking up than on creating chances.

The game didn't get good until the subs started coming in and by then that became a necessity when Canada had two very good chances and those hurt me deeply too because there's no reason Prince shouldn't have taken them—the curse of being too Canadian and wanting to share. Against a team that is missing a bulk of their starters? This should've been more dominant for the US. GRANTED, Canada at its worst its still not a team of slouches, and it showed, but I expected more from the US.

Ertz and Horan were not on their A game, obviously the US v Canada rivalry is usually really physical, and once the ref stopped blowing the whistle at every little shove, it got more tactical and a lot more violent. Horan did drop a few players like a sack of potatoes so at least she got that much. But she was out of position and out of sync a lot.

Pinoe was NOT having a good game either. When she was in the plays she was not in lockstep with the team around her, and when she wasn't in the plays she was way out of wack with what was happening around her.

Carli Lloyd failing at her shots made me happy so I won't complain. She was having a slightly better game though.

I was actually pretty impressed with Lynn! She found ways through the defense really effectively and was open for a lot of dangerous shots. Obviously that's also a product of Canada trying to find their feet, but overall it wasn't half bad! While it hasn't changed my mind about her position in this team, I do think she's one of the best parts of this discombobulated squad so far.

Dahlkemper and Broon, on point as always, except for how far up or down they would move the defensive line. The defense decisions weren't always there.

Dunn suffered from trying to do too much up ahead and not always being well positioned in the backline, so she wasnt great but she didn't suck and that's a plus. Midge had a similar problem of trying to do too much—the problem? she has to find a way to settle into a spot that she's not used to, and by doing a lot up ahead she's not honing on those defense skills they want her to have. Which like, it means for a lot of people she doesn't look game ready. She needs to be less scattered, and Vlatko needs to stop wanting her in the back. Between those two things I think Midge buckling down is more likely.

Cat didn't have the greatest game, same as the team she was just a second too slow and a bit too out of step with the passes and choices. But I'm not gonna slam her like a lot of people, it's her third cap, her first major international tournament, and you can't expect her to have a perfect game everytime or to bring in crazy vibes to a team that was so disconnected. I hope she has a better game next time, this wasn't bad? but it wasnt great. gives her something to work on.

Rose, Pressy, flawless as always. Velvety touch, ace positioning, great read for the game. They really brought this thing alive. Kmew I didn't see much of but her instincts are very good, she had good moments, I wish she had started or come in earlier so I could really make an informed opinion about her. Overall though she held the poorly put together game together and I can respect it.

Alex Morgan I added to this thing late bc I realized I forgot she was even here and that says all I need to say about her performance today.

Krueger (nee Short), she's out there doing her thing and I respect it. She kinda tried to reposition the backline and close the flank and I think she did p good with the time she had! Sonnett also did v good in pushing forward. Again, the LB and RB suffer from having to do too much but I do think the little time she was on the field she was better at the defending than Midge. But in a game so out of wack and with such a small sample size, eh.

Naeher, as always, v good. Although she did leave the goal open that one time and she's lucky that the Canadians lack someone without a Canadian soul willing to just SHOOT AT THE FUCKING GOAL.

Overall? I am less than impressed. If they play this way against Brazil they might get their first loss in a while. And that's saying a lot bc Brazil also didn't have the best game going in, but they got it together in the end.

SORRY FOR THE LONG POST BUT I HOPE THAT COVERED IT?

[seanfalco]

Tattoos (Misfits ot3 au)

Pairing: Win Lewis (my oc) x Nathan Young x Mel Albright (@bisexualnathanyoung​‘s oc) Word count: 1.7k Warning(s): Recreational drug usage a/n: Soooo, @bisexualnathanyoung​ & I started talking about a super self indulgent ot3 au the other night which takes place post Bad Kids, in which Nathan and Win both end up in a poly-relationship with Win’s ex Mel, and ofc I had to go and write the introduction bc I couldn’t get it off my mind.  I know oc stuff isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but I’ve been itching to actually write something featuring Win for a while now, so this is kinda the perfect opportunity. 

“Holy shit babe, that was somethin’ else, like fuckin’ mind blowing,'' Nathan gasped as Win rolled off him, flopping to her back next to him to catch her breath.  “You can ride my cock like that anytime, Jay-sus fuck,” he exclaimed breathlessly, contentment and exhaustion thick in his voice and Win let out a soft chuckle.

“Good, cause I intend to,” she purred, twisting to flash a grin at her boyfriend who returned it readily as he pulled her into his arms, holding her against him.

“Fuck, I love you,” he murmured against her hair, his eyelids already drooping.

“I love you too, y’dork,” Win huffed, but Nathan was already snoring softly.

Sighing, Win really had to pee, but Nathan was warm and he’d effectively trapped her to his side, and she didn’t exactly wanna wake him by getting up just yet.  Deciding to just hold it for the time being, she made herself as comfortable as possible, contenting herself with watching Nathan sleep.  

Her gaze followed each steady rise and fall of his bare chest as she smoothed her palm over his skin before tracing the lines of his tattoos with her fingertip.  It was as she was studying the little star on the inside of his forearm that she found herself thinking of another star tattoo, much cruder than the one her boyfriend sported, but no less special to her.

“Hey, cool tattoo,” Win observed, leaning over in her plastic chair to get a closer look at the girl next to her’s wrist.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” she replied, seemingly taken aback that Win had addressed her, much less complimented her, her eyes widening slightly as she gaped at her.  “I did it myself,” she explained quietly, running her hand over the little stick and poke outline of a five pointed star.  

Win looked impressed, her eyebrows rising.  “Badass.”

They’d been going to the same grief counseling group for like a week now, but they’d never really talked one on one.

“You wanna grab a smoke?” Win asked suddenly, motioning with her head toward the door.

Group was technically over for the night and several of their peers were still hanging around, waiting for their rides to get there.  Win had a feeling the girl’s mum would be late.  She usually was.

“Yeah, alright,” she answered with a half shrug and stood, following Win out the back door.

Leaning against the building under the small overhang out back, Win fished for her pack of smokes from her messenger bag, tapping it against her palm before pulling a thin cigarette from it and offering it to the younger girl.  Taking another for herself and sticking it precariously between her lips, Win dropped the pack back in her bag and retrieved her lighter.  Once her cigarette was lit she handed it over and soon they were both blowing smoke into the too humid night air.

"So what's your name?" Win asked, glancing over.

The other girl hesitated, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before answering.  "It’s Melanie, but I don't really like it,” she answered, pausing to blow a stream of smoke skyward.  “My dad called me Melly, but people seem to always misunderstand what I’m saying,” she huffed in annoyance. “Plus the kids at school called me Smelly Melly and I didn't like that either, so I guess you can just call me whatever you want,” she finished with a shrug.

Win glanced over at her thoughtfully for a moment, flicking ash from her cigarette.  "Well, I'm Win. Short, simple, three letters. How bout I call you Mel?" she suggested.

For a moment Mel’s eyes lit up and a small smile stole across her lips.  "I'd like that. I really like that."

——

“Hey small fry, you wanna come over for a smoke tonight?” Win asked with a smirk as they walked to the toilets after group was over.

“What about your dad?” Mel asked.

“Oh, he won’t be there,” Win answered offhandedly, though her smirk twisted to disgust as she jumped up to perch on the edge of the sink.  “He’s got another date tonight with that rich fucking cougar,” she explained, her face darkening.  “She’s such a fucking slag,” she added under her breath as the toilet flushed and Mel stepped out of the stall.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s pretty fucked up that they started dating like only a month after your mum died,” Mel pointed out, washing her hands as Win pushed herself off the counter.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” she muttered, throwing her arm over Mel’s shoulders as they walked out to the main room.  “So you comin’ or what?” she asked and Mel nodded, grinning.  

“Hell yeah, I’ve got a new CD I wanna listen to.”

Mel’s music playing in the background they sat cross legged on the floor passing Win’s pipe between them, their problems slowly becoming less important.

“Oh, yeah, no, get this,” Win snorted, coughing as she waved smoke from her face, offering the pipe and lighter to Mel.  “They want me to make friends with Karen’s brat, Delilah.”  She drew the name out, filling it with as much disdain as she could.

“Oh yeah?” Mel mused, flicking the lighter on as she placed the end of the glass pipe between her lips, trying not to think that Win’s lips had just been in the same place.  “Is she just as terrible as her mum?” she asked.

“She’s a real piece of work,” Win groaned, leaning back, her hands propped behind her on the floor.  “In front of my dad she’s like little miss perfect, polite and sweet as can be, but as soon as we’re alone she makes a total 180.  I mean, what d’you expect from a spoiled club girl?  But like, no one would ever believe me,” she complained.

“Ugh, dumb bitch.  Fuck her, but not like fuck her,” Mel exclaimed, setting the pipe down and Win couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up at her friend’s words.

“Don’t worry, she’s not my type,” she laughed and Mel’s eyes widened slightly.

Silence fell for a while as Mel fidgeted with the sleeves of her hoodie, chewing her lip.  “What is your type?” she asked softly and Win sat up straighter, tilting her head as she peered at her friend’s downturned face.

“I dunno… I’ve never really thought about it before,” she murmured, scooting closer.

“Oh, well, as long as--” Mel’s words cut off suddenly as Win pressed her lips to hers, taking her off guard.  For a moment she didn’t seem to be able to talk, her face turning bright red as Win pulled back, her lips quirking slightly.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” she admitted, but she didn’t get far, however as realization hit and Mel surged forward, kissing her back roughly, trying to shove her tongue down her throat, but Win merely gave a surprised squeal that melted into a moan, pulling her closer til they were making out in the middle of the floor.

——

“I can’t believe your dad’s making you move,” Mel murmured, trailing her fingers down Win’s arm as she scooted closer to her atop Win’s twin sized mattress.

“Ugh, I hate it,” Win groaned, “I don’t wanna move in with that slag and her dumb daughter.  I don’t wanna go to their stupid fucking wedding,” she exclaimed with a huff.

“Just… don’t go, I don’t know,” Mel said pressing her forehead to Win’s, who sighed deeply.

“I wish it was that simple,” she muttered, tracing the small star on Mel’s wrist.

Silence fell over the dark room and for a moment Win thought Mel may have slipped off to sleep.  Not that she blamed her, she had been a little rough earlier when they’d fooled around, and she was starting to feel the telltale pull of exhaustion as well, until Mel shifted next to her, her eyes catching in the stray moonlight that filtered through the blinds over the bed.

“Hey Winnie,” Mel murmured in a small voice, pausing to bite her lip.  

At the nickname Win frowned slightly, about to tell her girlfriend she didn’t really care to be called that, when the words died on her tongue as Mel continued.

“I love you.  Even if everything fuckin’ changes, at least I’ll still be here,” she said, her voice cracking slightly.

Win’s breath caught in her throat at the admission, but she quickly overcame her shock, pulling Mel closer almost frantically, squeezing her tightly.  “I love you too, Melly.”

——

Win didn’t even register the tears that had gathered in her eyes at first as her lips trembled and she pressed her face to Nathan’s side, reminding herself that he was right there.  

As much as she missed Melanie, she was gone now, happy in Bristol, going to college, and Win... Win was happy here -- she had a flat, she had friends that she loved like family, and she had Nathan.  She loved Nathan.  Stupid, sweet, infuriating Nathan.  

So why did it hurt so much to think of Mel?  Sure they’d dated for almost three years, sure they’d been best friends even before that, sure they’d shared a trauma that had brought them closer.  Why did she have to suddenly think of her now?

Let it go, she told herself angrily.  It’s over, there’s no use dwelling on it.  You’re happy, remember?

Taking a deep breath, Win finally pushed herself up, carefully extricating herself from Nathan’s vice-like embrace to pad to the bathroom, snatching one of his shirts from the floor as she went and throwing it over her head.  Finally getting to empty her bladder, Win splashed water over her face before slipping back into the bedroom.  When she crawled back into bed, resituating herself next to Nathan, he stirred.

“Wha--?” he exclaimed with a start, settling down again when he saw it was just Win.  “You okay?” he asked when she didn’t speak, a small worried frown tugging at his lips.

Wrapping her arms around him and burying her face against his neck, she merely nodded.  “Yeah, ‘m fine,” she mumbled, pushing the guilt down further and Nathan’s frown deepened for a moment before he shrugged and let his curly head fall back to the pillows, already falling back asleep, though his arm around her waist tightened.

Let it go, Win, she repeated firmly.

Little did she know that maybe things between her and Mel weren’t as over as she thought.

[sunflowerhae]

Tandoori Chicken

⚠️HORROR ,, by the name you wouldn’t guess right?? Lmao keep reading! It’s not like, that bad? Still could be scary!

| 🎞📽 ▹▹Mark x reader

🎙• For the sake of the story, we’re gonna pretend that college dorm rooms have normal sized beds with the phat sheets, and not the high beds where you can clearly see underneath. ALSO also, I got this from a video I saw on Instagram of a TIKTOK, explaining a story where the same thing happens, although it’s a BIT different. Lemme tell u when I wrote the climax sentence, my own stomach dropped and tears came to my eyes at the sheer fear of the situation. Lol ENJOY! 

“Jesus, how late is it?” Mark mumbled as he leaned back from his hunched position over the desk to stretch, only to find the library basically empty, with only the two librarians and a student or two staggering about. You - sitting across from him - looking up at his words, and, when reaching over to your phone and turning it on, were surprised to find that is was 12:46am. You stared at Mark in disbelief, and you both were astounded at how long you two managed to study without checking the time.

“Maybe we should end it there for the night?” You questioned, and Mark nodded while beginning to pack up his stuff - you starting to do the same. Everything was going fine up until the two of you found yourself standing on the library steps; prepared to say goodbye.

“So how are you getting home?” Mark asked, scratching the back of his neck.

“Um, probably walking. I live on campus, so it won’t be long. How ‘bout you?” Mark sighed at your question.

“Well, the bus doesn’t run this late, and I’m in a frat - as you know -

“-right,” you nodded.

“-so we live kind of off campus, I’m not sure. I might have to call someone. Maybe hyuck will be up?” He had started mumbling to himself a bit, and you smiled at him awkwardly, before finally suggesting what had been on your mind.

“Well, you could always just, I don’t know, psh, stay the night with me? I mean - not with me, with me, but.. I mean my roommate is at her um, b-boyfriends tonight so there’s an empty bed and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you spending the night there once I explain the situation! I mean, you don’t have to or anything I totally understand if you just wann-“

“Y/N, y/n! Chill, sure, that’d be great actually. Hyuck would kill me if I woke him up - or worse, interrupted a gaming sess.” Mark gave his signature boyish laugh, and your heart leapt.

The thing is, you really liked Mark. You had him in your Political Science class, and the two of you had never spoken up until the moment you got paired together for a project - three months ago. You had already finished the project, but the two of you genuinely enjoyed each other’s company, so you liked to study together. It wasn’t much of a friendship, but it was something. Sometimes, you both studied in a cafe, and Mark would always buy your drink,

so yeahhh, it was love.

When the two of you finally got back to your bedroom, something felt, off. It was cold, first off, which was unusual - your roommate always left the room hot. Second, it was pitch black, but you could have sworn you left a lamp on - knowing how much you hated walking all the way across the room in the dark to turn on the light. The scariest thing, however, was that your door was unlocked. Had your roommate possibly changed all of this before she left? You were scared, but felt more calm with Mark walking in right after you.

After you turned on the lamp, you turned around to Mark, who was looking at all the photos on your desk. “I’ll see if Seulgi - my, uh, roommate - has anything you can wear. Her boyfriend stays over a lot.” You went and looked in her drawers, and successfully found a pair of shorts for Mark to wear. After giving them to him and turning around so he can change, he awkwardly coughed, and you both stood in silence; until Mark broke it.

“Um, I might just sleep on the floor. I already am wearing her clothes, I don’t want to take your roommates bed too. It might be more comfortable for me.”

“You sure?” Mark nodded in affirmation, and you gave him a quick, “ok,” before taking an extra blanket you had in your closest and handing it to him, along with a pillow of yours. After he comfortably was resting on the ground, and you were snuggled into your sheets, you wordlessly turned off the lamp and gave Mark a, “night, Mark,” to which he responded,

“Sweet dreams, y/n.”

2:00am.

You could hear the shuffling.

At first, you didn’t want to open your eyes - hoping you could will yourself back into your dreams - but eventually it got kind of annoying, so you turned your body to be facing outwards and opened your eyes. You could just barely make out a figure standing in the room, and in a moment of terror and surprise, you turned on your light.

Mark was standing in the middle of your dorm room, which would usually calm you down, but the look on his face just scared you more. He looked like a mix of confused, and also terrified - but it seemed like he was trying to keep that one in.

“Mark, what are you doing up?”

Mark quickly glanced at you, almost as if he didn’t know you were awake, and gave you the strangest look you’ve ever seen on someone’s face before.

“Y/n,” he suddenly says, “I’m hungry, let’s go get some tandoori chicken.” You were baffled, and sat up higher in your bed.

“Mark, no, it’s 2am. Just get something from the food cart thingy,” you said, and gestured to the food area of your dorm. Mark’s face went even more pale then it already was - you just now realized how pale it was - and before you knew it, he took two huge strides over to your spot on the bed, grabbed your forearm, and used all of his strength to pull you off the bed.

“No, we’re GETTING tandoori chicken, right now.” Once you’re successfully off the bed, he continues to pull you out of the room, not even letting you get your keys or shoes before you leave.

Once you both are successfully out of your room and a few feet down the hallway, Mark stops, and you pull your arm from his grip while you practically yell, “what the hell mark?” Mark turns around to face you, and he no longer tried to hide his blatant fear; you realized he was successfully holding back, because the look in his eyes at that moment chilled you to the bone.

“I’m not really hungry, we just needed to get out of that room. Y/n, there was someone under your bed.”

Bonus (this is a bonus bc I don’t like it lol)•

You felt like you were about to throw up, but successfully kept it down as you asked,

“What?”

“Okay, I woke up like, 4 minutes before you did with like this restless feeling that I was being watched, and no offense but I thought it was you because well, you’re the only one in the room with me, right? Well when I opened my eyes, and look up at you, you were dead asleep. I felt sick, because the feeling was still there, only heightened, like whoever was watching me knew that I knew. I just moved my line of sight to under the bed for a second, just a glance, and I saw someone staring back at me, y/n. A man, a whole ass person, just...watching me. I got up as casually as i could and started mumbling about wanting chicken just loud enough to where they could hopefully hear me, and you would hopefully wake up; thankfully you did.” You both quickly made a b-line straight for your RA’s dorm, but when the police checked your room, no one was there, but there was evidence of them being there. You guessed they left while you and Mark were out of the room, but it didn’t stop the fact that you now had a habit of checking every nook and cranny of your living space the minute you got home, and it didn’t definitely didn’t stop you and Mark from sleeping together most nights, possibly using the shared trauma to get closer.

[talkfastromance4]

Ik request are closed but you can just save this for later bc Ik I’ll forget it lmaoooo. Okay anyways. But can you imagine the first time that lily sleeps over at lukes house with out reader? Like maybe she had to do some work thing and she wouldn’t be home until late so luke was like “just let her sleep at mine” and lily and Luke were both so excited for their “slumber party”(1/?)

luke would even have a lil air mattress all set up for her but you already know that she would insist on sleeping in lus bed with him and he would let her bc he can’t say no to her no matter how hard he tried, also he loves lily cuddles lol. and I imagine this being at a time that lily is potty training, so it was the middle of the night and she woke up and realized she wet the bed (2/3)

but she didn’t want to tell luke bc she was embarrassed and also she didn’t want lu to be mad at her but luke woke up cus he heard her whimpering and he’s like “baby what’s wrong” and pulled her into his chest thinking maybe she had like a bad dream or something but then he realized what happened and he would be all soft comforting her and telling her he’s not mad and he knew she tried her best🥺🥺(3/3)

first off this is SO. CUTE. oh my goodness. this might get a little long because you listed a lot of cute things and i wanna get them all!

• • • •

“I’m so sorry about this, baby,” you tell Luke over the phone while you’re stuck at the office. There’s an important case coming up soon and you’ve been working crazy hours at the office resulting in Lily being at Luke’s house a lot which she doesn’t mind. 

“It’s fine lovie, we’ll be okay until you’re here and then you can just sleep in my bed,” he smiles while watching Lily as he stirs the chili he’s made for him and Lily. She loves chili and the recipe was simple enough for Luke to make a batch quickly.

You found out he is actually quite good at cooking, he just won’t admit it. 

“I have a small blow up bed and her bunny and snuffy are here and I’m sure Petunia will sleep with her.”

“Okay. . . I’ll keep you updated. Give her a kiss for me,” you sigh sadly. 

“I will. We’ll see you later. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Guess what my sweet,” Luke says to Lily as he situates her in her high chair with a small bowl of chili in front of her. “Mama’s working late but you get to spend the night here! You get to sleep with piggy!”

“Piggy!” Lily shouts and it causes Petunia to trot over and sit at the feet of her chair. 

When dinner’s over they play a little and Luke reads her a short story just as she starts to fall asleep on his shoulder. 

“Time for bed, huh?” he chuckles and kisses her curls. 

He sits her on his bed while he gets the blow up one and starts to blow it up next to his bed. He doesn’t want her in another room in case she needs him and he’d feel more comfortable with her in his room. She’s singing to herself while she waits and watches.

“You singing for me, little girl?” Luke asks smiling at her. 

“Yeth dada,” she giggles. 

He tests the bed by pressing down on it then puts some sheets on and a bunch of blankets. She loves blankets like you do.

“Okay my sweet, let’s find you some jammies,” he picks her up taking her into his closet. He doesn’t have toddler sized shirts, his would just drown her but then he found a shirt of yours and decided that was perfect. “You can wear mama’s shirt.”

“Okay! Where’s mama?” she asks as he pulls the shirt over her head. He fixes her hair from clinging to her face. 

“She’s still at work and won’t be home until later,” Luke explains gently. 

“Ohh,” Lily sighs then yawns. 

“Ready to go nigh-night?” he brushes her cheek and she nods lifting her arms up so he can hold her. 

When he finally settles her in the bed all nice and snug, Petunia climbs on but then there’s a loud pop followed by a low hiss and the air mattress deflates. Lily is giggling nonstop and Luke sighs. He knows you didn’t want Lily sleeping in his bed so she wouldn’t get used to it, but now he had no choice. 

“I seep with you now!” she cheers and pushes herself up and tries to climb onto his bed.

Luke blows air out of his puffed up cheeks then hoists her onto the bed. One night wouldn’t hurt and how could he say no that little face? That little face that so resembles you. 

Lily snuggles into the covers and looks up at him with bright eyes waiting expectantly.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, my sweet,” he laughs and climbs in next to her. “Do you have bunny and snuffy?”

“Yup!” she holds them up and scoots closer to him. “Dada sing Lily’s song.”

“Okay,” he smiles holding her close and kisses her head before he starts to sing her song. 

Within minutes she’s asleep and Luke plays around on his phone but soon he falls asleep as well.

He’s stirred awake from a dream of posies and lilies and a bunch of other flowers with your laughter in the background. When he finally wakes up he hears Lily whimpering softly next to him and he’s awake in a second.

“Lily? What’s the matter baby?” he asks quickly and reaches for her. When he touches her he feels a warm wetness on her shirt and he understands. 

You’ve been dabbling with potty training a little bit and he completely forgot. 

“I sorry,” Lily cries.

“Oh, no it’s okay, Lily,” he tells her and flicks on the light next to his bed. She blinks at him in the bright light and he can see how much she wet the bed now. “It was an accident, okay? Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She’s still sniffling as he changes her and wipes her down. Then he wraps her in a blanket on his chair in the corner as he strips his bed of the messy sheets. Lily’s fast asleep by the time he’s done so Luke just picks her up and moves to the couch to wait for you to come home. 

He’s going to look up small toddler beds tomorrow.

• • • •

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[starkaer]

it’ll last longer.

my @starkerkink prompter was @demons-sing-me-to-sleep, and i choose the third prompt. this was both all of the place and so much fun to write! hope you like it, though i didn’t manage to fit as many of your kinks as i’d like to. i might post it on ao3 later, but here we go!

tags: underage (peter is sixteen), incest, unnegotiated kink, mildly dubious consent, exploration of kink(s), unbetaed bc i’m a mess tm.

Nice! Peter will have the whole Stark Tower for himself, for more than a couple of days, for the very first time in his sixteen years. He had plans of inviting over Ned for the whole weekend, maybe bringing over Liz or Harry to try and impress them - maybe even invite that cute pizza boy in and let the things he saw online become reality. But, on the first day, he is going to do what he had been wanting to do for oh-so-longnow.

The tv in his room is indeed huge and he would never complain about it, but nothing could ever compare to the one in the living room. 4k porn. God, he is going to be living the teenage dream. Computer on the coffee table, a towel on his side, clothes not even on after the shower a couple of hours ago.

God, he is actually feeling nervous! He sighs to get the anxiety out, and gets to work. Connects the two screens, opens the secret folder he had put a password on, finds that nearly 3gb sized file (one of the ones he downloaded when he learned his dad had a meeting out of the state), and waits a few seconds for the show to start.

And then it started. A redhead twink, laying on a bed, flipping over a random comic book, only wearing the skimpiest of red speedos. He’s already so damn hard, and the muscled step-dad wasn’t even on the screen yet- oh, there he was. Bulging muscles, skin a dark-ish shade of golden, eyes clearly hungry.

That went on for nearly two hours, Peter stroking himself to the cliff but making sure to never fall in, since he wanted to enjoy as much of this as possible. He had watched all the highest quality porn he managed to download, but maybe he was in the mood for something new.

Maybe some amateur videos? Those typically had great positions. Or perhaps one of the spanking ones? He liked the whimpers from those, they did great things for him.

But then his eyes set down on something else, and his finger doesn’t take long to follow. A few seconds, and there were two men on his screen, the lighting not good enough for him to make every single detail out, but he didn’t mind. He knows very well what happens.

“Do you like that, Stark? Like a big man destroying your ass?”

That first line almost did push him down the cliff, his hand flying away from his pulsing red cock in order to avoid it; now it was becoming almost a game. That man was Steve Rogers, one of his father’s most long-lasting boyfriends, he later learned.

“Yeah, please, ruin me, sir! Fuck me until I can’t walk, please!”

That second line almost pushes him down the cliff, and his hand was still away from his pulsing red cock. That begging whore was his dad, he thought with a smirk, and his dick twitched in response.

Two videos later, his dad has two men deep in both of his holes, one with the best dirty talk of all the sextapes and the other with the longest dick he had ever seen. The moans his dad was making was unholy at best, and he knew this was going to be it - it was the last one, and he barely lasted through the one before with the long-haired one, the most brutal one who got Tony nearly in tears with his pounding.

Oh, it was coming! Oh, he was coming! This is-

“Peter, what the fuck is that?!”

Peter loves horror games, even liked the ones with the cheesy jumpscares - they got the adrenaline flowing, it was fun. But none of those ever made him jump quite as much as he did when his father’s voice came from behind him instead of from the screen.

He shoves his finger on the computer’s button so fast one would think he has superpowers, but it was clearly long past that point. “Hey, dad, you’re, um- You’re not supposed to be home.” His heart keeps drumming on his ears and brain, as he tries to cover his junk.

“What the fuck are you watching Peter? Why?! Why would you watch that, that’s-”

“I know! I know, dad, I know, and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry-”

If whoever was that cold man had his father nearly in tears of pleasure, his father had him apologetically bawling on the floor. All it took was the slight tone of disgust on Tony’s voice to get him sobbing, begging for forgiveness. He was disgusting, and he knew it. All he could do is hope his dad would see how truly sorry he was, and maybe put him in a mental hospital, so those gross thoughts could go away and he could be a normal person, a normal teenager.

“Pete, don’t- don’t cry, it’s- It’s okay, it’s okay... You were just curious, that’s all, it’s okay, come here...” Oh, he was very much not just curious. That was nothing on those videos for him to be curious about anymore, he knew every detail very fucking well - but it felt so great to be hugged and apparently forgiven by his dad, he wouldn’t mind if that’s what Tony would have to believe in order to forgive him. “I just hate those videos, but you did nothing wrong, okay? I shouldn’t ever have filmed them, but that’s not on you.”

It took more ten or fifteen minutes of calming and soothing and tranquilizing for him to say anything. And, if he had his mind in place, those probably wouldn’t be his first words.

“Why do you hate them, though?” Head on his father’s lap, feet hanging off the couch in misery, it takes some seconds for him to get a response from above.

“They just don’t represent me well, I guess. Or at all, really.” There’s a good-humored tone to it, but then it gets a bit more serious. “I just... Now I just relate more to the other man, y’know?”

“You’re a top now, that’s what you’re saying?” The question is genuine, but not even Peter himself can’t help but laugh along with his dad when he realizes how simplified it was.

“I guess there’s also that, but...” The man takes a long breath, his face clearly showing he is trying to pick just the right words. “The thing is that... The things those men said to me... Now I prefer to say than to hear them. You know what I mean?”

“So... You’re a dominant, is that it?” There could have been some laughing again, since it was also apparently simplifying Tony’s answer, but the man just stared at him for a few seconds, almost admiring his words.

“Well, yeah... I didn’t know you knew what a dominant is, but yeah, that is what I mean, I guess. But also I’m just a very different person overall.”

“How do I know what I am?”

“Well...” There are butterflies in his stomach, and he tries not to think about how good his father’s thighs are as pillows. “When you watched those videos, did you like to hear what those men said? Do you, well, wish they were being said to you?” 

Cheeks turn bright red immediately. “Yeah.” It’s almost nothing, and his dad has to make a questioning sound to get a clear and louder version. “I think I did, yeah.”

“Well, that means you’re probably a submissive. But, like I said, those things can change with time. I used to enjoy those things being said to me, but now I prefer to say them. You’re too young to know for sure what you prefer, anyway, Pete.” He hopes ‘those things can change with time’ would include his taste for his own father’s sex-tapes.

“I’m really sorry, dad. I should never have watched them.”

“It’s okay, Pete, it’s okay. You’re a kid, you’re supposed to be curious about that kind of stuff. Do you... Do you have any other questions about them?”

“When was the one with uncle Bruce filmed? And who was the long-haired dude?”

“Oh, you do. Was hoping we could wrap things up. Okay, um...” He motions to Peter to get up, which he does, sitting on the couch like his father, heart beating fast.

“The one with uncle Bruce… Do you like that one?” He shyly nods, feeling even more gross, but...

But, ugh, that one was definitely his favorite one. He loved when those men called his dad the filthiest names - but that one was completely different, and so much better. Tony sets up the camera, eyes dark in lust and smirk on his lips, then turns on his back and drops to his knees and sucks Bruce dry. Once, twice, thrice, in twenty minutes. The simple image of the man adjusting his glasses while looking down to his father, shaking and trembling and whimpering for some reason, had powered many of his late-night jack offs.

His father lets out a long breath, but Peter can’t tell if it’s good or bad. The thought of ‘is he disgusted again?’ nearly brings tears to his eyes.

“Yeah, that is indeed a good one...” Like they’re talking about pizza toppings, not the man’s own sex-tapes. His dick is spasming and growing and redning, and he wonders if his father’s eyes are actually going from his face to his cock or if that’s his horny, gross imagination. “Do you know why uncle Bruce was crying like that?”

After some moments of nervous silence, he shakes his head, swallowing hard and waiting to see what his father is up to. “Do you want to find out?”

There’s another nod, but never a sound — Peter's mind is turning on itself, really. It hits him: his father, at that moment, was hitting on him. Without a doubt. And, with that question, his cock can’t get any harder. The image of him trembling and moaning while Tony works on his cock like the hungriest, meanest slut hits him like a truck, turning his cheeks bright red.

“Say it, then. Say that you want daddy to suck you off.”

Despite the request of a confirmation still in the air, his father is sliding down to his knees, and he can’t breathe for a second. He doesn’t say it, but he spreads his legs. He doesn’t say it, but he bites his lips. And then he says it, voice shaking more than uncle Bruce. “I want daddy to suck me off, please.” The ‘please’ was out of habit, and he would have laughed for it, if his father wasn’t about to give him the very first blowjob of his life.

His dick was standing nearly straight by now, hardened by his father’s words, and yet Tony’s big hand wrapped around it like it was a pencil. It was so agonizingly slow, but oh so fucking good. Up and down, up and down, always with a twist of his wrist — he wasn’t sure if he was wanting to scream in pleasure because it was someone else, or because it was his father, or really just because that technique was better than his basic quick-up-&-down-strokes-until-he-cums one. Probably all three.

Some more seconds of only masturbating, and his father’s lips were approaching his crotch. Tender kisses to his thighs, which felt both burning erotic and way too intimal (like when a whore has sex, but doesn’t kiss a client), and his father’s eyes are staring into his soul, but he doesn’t pay it much attention. He can deal with his soul later.

“Should I talk like them?” It clearly takes a few seconds for Tony to understand, and he’s scared he’s ruined the moment. “The men, on the videos?” And his father looks up to him, grinning like the devil.

“No...” A long, wet, epically slow lick to his cockhead has him squiming his hips forward for more, but his father doesn’t allow it. “But tell me, Pete, do you want daddy to make this little dick of yours warm?” Oh. That’s right. He was Tony in the videos, and Tony were those men. So he was the little whore, the cockhungry slut, and the fucking faggot — even if he was the one being sucked off. And that thought almost made him cum on the spot.

He didn’t know if Tony would wait for his confirmation this time, but he gave it immediately, nodding quickly, eyes closed in desperation and need. And so, he can’t see when his dad places his mouth around his throbbing dick, but he lets out a moan nearing a scream, and the edge is so close.

The mouth worked up and down his shaft, making lewdy, wet sounds all the way, and Peter looks to the edge he’s being pushed to. This feels so good, he doesn’t want to fall in yet. “Yeah, oh, dad…” He wasn’t required to make those noises, they come from somewhere between his very soul and his genitals.

But it doesn’t last one minute, and he’s being pushed off the edge, falling into the delicious, bright abyss, and screaming all the way down. When he opens his eyes, Tony's face is painted with his seeds, and seeing that is a thousand times hotter than watching any of those videos could ever be. In fact, one second of that blowjob was hotter than any of his thousand hours of jerking off to those videos.

“Oh, that was a lot, Pete.” He could get hard just from watching his father cleaning his hand, sucking the cum out of his fingers like it’s vanilla ice cream. Like giving his kid a blowjob is just his thursday.

“Yeah, I was, uh- I was jerking off for, like, two hours before, so, yeah, that’s why.” He wants to ask if that, the blowjob, will ever happen again (and also why dad isn’t cleaning his face), but knows he shouldn’t. This shouldn’t have happened, but he is so glad it did. “DAD, AH!”

Tony is back to sucking; and, instead of the blessing that was falling from that cliff, he’s falling from grace. It’s burning and cramping and hurting, and he is shaking and trembling and whimpering. Exactly like uncle Bruce.

“Please, dad, ah! It hurts, please!” It seems the more he tries to squirm away, the harder Tony sucks — for one second it hits that, perhaps, he is indeed sucking harder the more he struggles, perhaps he likes him to struggle, but that thought won’t make the cramps stop, so it’s of no real use for him. “Please, daaad!”

But, both as sudden as a lightning and as smooth as a cloud, the anguish leaves, and he is welcomed with another hard-on, and his hurt twitching and whimpering turns into jerking and asking for more. He now opens his eyes, but the sight of his father in his knees, looking deep into his eyes with a pulsating cock in his mouth takes all of his air away, so he closes them again.

He feels proud of passing the one minute mark, but it’s just some more minutes until the gagging sounds and the slick warmness take him down the marvelous cliff once again. There’s more of his semen on his dad’s face, but it seems like just when he's done squirting cum out, he’s falling from Mount Olympus for the second time, and it might be worse.

The cramps return with all force, drowning him in ache, all throughout his legs and his wrists and his elbows — and he can’t wait for the sweet release of sudden pleasure, but it doesn’t seem to be coming. He gives in to begging, “Dad, dad, please stop, please, ah!” And it still doesn’t come for what feels like days on end.

There’s tears falling down his cheeks, and he is grabbing the couch so hard it might break his fingers. His cock is getting hard again — but none of the sweet pleasure that came the first two times hits him, the cramps never go away. He continues to beg and cry and ask, until he comes again, and this time he realizes no more jizz really comes out. He doesn’t even open his eyes, waiting for the ache again, until his father speaks.

“Already dry, kid?” That’s when he allows himself to wake up, and is faced with the man’s face covered in his own cum. There’s quite a nice amount on his forehead and his right cheek. His nose, left cheek and goatee also have some of his liquid, and he thinks one of the eyes is red-ish, so he guesses some landed on there too. “Wanna clean me up or should I?”

He gives no response, breathing deeply from both relief and tiredness. His eyes are starting to weigh, and Tony must have taken it as a no. If he wasn’t so done with the cliffs and the edges for tonight, the sight of his father brushing his cum to his mouth and licking his lips and fingers clean of it like it’s vanilla — that would definitely get him hard. “You know why uncle Bruce was like that?”

Just a tired nod, and he’s dozing away. “You were even prettier than him...”

Just a warm smile, and he’s nearly gone. “Hope you don’t mind me recording it...”

Just a pair of closing eyes, and he’s done, but- “Maybe later I’ll explain the Bucky one to you…”

[vagarius]

misukazu 21

(if you saw me fuck up the other one no you didnt)

EDIT I THINK THIS ONE GOT A LITTLE FUCKED UP TOO BUT IT’S... READABLE...

questions from this post, and answers originally written for this thread!!

If you had to change the pairing’s very first meeting, how would you change it?    their canon first meeting is already so good SHDGFLJASHG but if i had to choose a different one that's still within the context of mankai... meeting as kids and losing touch and coming back together completely different at mankai

What song fits your pairing the most?    uhhHHhhHHH i don't have a real answer but i do have a partial playlist for one of my misukazu aus and the only two songs in it are furaregai girl by sayuri and champagne's for celebrating by mayday parade and i feel like that says enough sldhgalsdhfalsh

What is your favorite AU/prompt idea/trope for your pairing?     ALL MISUKAZU AUS ARE GOOD but. i really love any au where their first meeting is in the future and both are still kind of lost but they're Older and it's hard to let themselves fall into the easy trust they find in canon. i just think that'd be neat.

Do you prefer canon ideas or do you have your own headcanons for them?     I'VE SAID THIS MANY TIMES BUT CANON MISUKAZU GIVES OFF MADE FOR EACH OTHER VIBES AND USUALLY I DON'T VIBE WITH THAT BUT THEY REALLY ARE WHAT THE OTHER NEEDS... AND I THINK EVEN IF THEY HAD TO PART THEY'D STILL BE ABLE TO BE BETTER PEOPLE BC THEY HAD MET

Favorite canon moment of them?     THERE ARE SO MANY but the one that immediately comes to mind is misumi carrying drunk kazu to bed (latest bday line) because drunk kazu is so soft and it implies that misumi wanted to wish happy birthday to kazu pretty late... what did he want to give him...

Least favorite canon moment of them?     hmm... there's not really one i can think of??? IM SORRY I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY I LOVE ALL THEIR CANON MOMENTS

Favorite headcanon trope/idea? (Your own or someone else’s)    this is somehow both vague and very specific but i think misukazu gives off this vibe: He's beautiful. I can't tell him. or "Kazu is always beautiful~" Don't call me that, Kazu thinks. I'm not. so... insecurities i guess ????? AJSHAJJD

Favorite aspect of them/their relationship dynamics?     THIS IS GOING TO SOUND SO CHEESY but i love how /real/ they allow themselves to be around each other. misukazu at their best is when one thinks "you're you. and i love that you" and the other knows this. i just. THEY VALIDATE THE OTHER SO MUCH CRIES

Least favorite aspect of them/their relationship dynamics? (Can be headcannon)     this isn't a "least fav" so much as "it makes me sad" but if either of them showed any sign of not being interested anymore the other is more likely to give up then push anything. sort of like "it was bound to happen, so i'll enjoy now until they drop me" or EVEN WORSE they think the other would be better off without them and pushes them away. so yeah the fact i can see one of these happening makes me sad.

If they aren’t a canon pairing, how would you get them together?     they give off "everyone knows we're dating but us" energy but at the same time i feel like they'd acknowledge there's something and just not define it bc a) they don't need to (misumi) or b) they're too nervous to (kazu). in other words i think one day they are holding hands and misumi says "kazu? is this dating?" and kazu holds his breath before asking "do you want it to be?"

If you had to take them and plunk them into another fandom, what fandom would that be? Why?     i think theyd be hilarious in any sports animanga (kazu is manager tho bc noodle arms but maybe they bond when misumi walks him through some of his usual training menu one night - ahem. anyway) BUT ALSO horimiya au...

How hard is it write/draw your pairing? Scale of 1-10.     AJDHAJDHSF I REALLY LOVE THEM SO IT COMES PRETTY EASILY... but sometimes you try to put them in tropes and realize they would Just Not Work Like That. idk where i'm going with this. but yeah. anyway 3 for sankaku.

Is there a pairing that you think rivals them?     in terms of what i ship, i tend to ship kazu and misumi individually with a lot of dif charas AJDHAKD. but in terms of like... in-universe "rival" pairings: kazu side: tsuzukazu (maybe, lbr it would take them 273924 yrs to actually get together), kazu x someone from winter (i... have my reasons but they'd take longer than what this answer entails) misumi side: ... surprisingly none that i can think of ahdjahd

Which character of the pairing do you like more? (Would you ever pair yourself with them?)     you know that tweet that's like "sometimes a ship is just your two favs"? yeah that's misukazu for me. but if i had to choose... misumi AJDHAJHDSF I HONESTLY WASNT THAT INTO YUME UNTIL THESE TWO CAME AROUND (NOT COUNTING 707)... but yeah if they wanted to hold me in their arms i wouldn't oppose

Which character of your pairing would be the one to break up with the other? Why?     OOOOOH BOY well. i think it could be either of them. i don't think they'd break up for lack of love but too much love and wanting the other to be happy and thinking that the only way to give them that is to let them go. so i guess the question is which of them would be more likely to be selfish and hold on. thinking this way, i think misumi would be more likely to break-up, bc kazu has lots of friends who are better than him!! and misumi is more ready to leave if he thinks he needs to than kazu is. now im sad.

Are they relatable as characters or as a pairing?     THE NUMBER OF TIMES I'VE BEEN CALLED KAZU KIN... in all seriousness kazu's struggles with speaking out and (shinobi spoilers) his uncertainty over his future hit real close to home... while i don't relate as much as misumi, his struggles always manage to tear my heart into pieces... ((oversharing alert) i guess what really separates me from misumi is his struggle with his desire to connect with family who has treated him poorly... whereas im more "lol fuck you") tldr i relate to kazu slightly more LOL

Did you once/ever dislike one/both of them?     i never disliked them but i was NOT expecting either of them to shoot up so quickly into my favs list ahdjahdjf. also i started shipping them Immediately After reading summer main story so there's that

On an estimate, how many posts have you made about them?    as of september 28th 2020 i make up 11/78 fics on ao3 in the romantic misukazu tag and 2/12 in the platonic one. i may have brainrot.

What made you decide to ship them?     TBH I FINISHED THE MAIN STORY AND WENT "OH MY GOD... THAT'S MY SHIP" but now that i'm here i continue to ship them because they have the potential to bring out both the best and the worst in each other and i'm all about that

Favorite genre for them? (Angst, fluff, etc.)     angst. i just. angst hurt/comfort all the way. im so sorry babies.

lol you thought there would just be 21 ANYWAY EXTRA 1: how do they spend breaks/vacation?    they'd travel a lot when they're older!! kazunari loves to travel and misumi would follow kazunari anywhere (also, new triangles!!) so they go somewhere new whenever they have the time. however i think eventually one or both of their future careers will take them anywhere and everywhere anyway, so their "ideal vacation" might turn into an evening in, cuddling and catching up (as if they didn't already send play-by-play updates over the phone of whatever they did during the day)

EXTRA 2: first date?     i don't they ever have an explicit first date, but if asked they'll cite the time they had a picnic in the park turned triangle hunt turned accidental dip in the duck pond. at least, kazunari will. misumi just tilts his head and wonders what you mean.

EXTRA 3: gifts?     IM FEELING REALLY CHEESY SO I'M MAKING THIS ABOUT ANNIVERSARY GIFTS they both end up getting each other jewelry (although kazu was really really nervous bc he wasn't sure if misumi would wear it). kazu gets misumi a bracelet (with triangles, of course although misumi only wears it sometimes because he doesn't want to lose it) and misumi gets kazu a pair of triangle earrings "so we can match!" and kazunari combusts at the implications

EXTRA 4: sharing clothes     THEY'RE ACTUALLY AROUND THE SAME SIZE (and tend to wear baggier stuff barring kazu's skinny jeans)... but they have completely different Styles so it's still really obvious when steal each other's stuff ahdjajdkaf. as cute as kazu would look in sumi's sweatshirt i think the much more likely scenario is kazu wrapping misumi in his jackets because this boy nEVER BRINGS HIS ANYWHERE anyway just. accidental shared wardrobe misukazu.

EXTRA 5: lake house au    consider: kazunari living in a house on the shore of a lake for a summer for Art Purposes (and a little bit for Dealing With Life purposes but he's not gonna admit that) and meets his lake neighbor misumi who kazu thinks might be a ghost or spirit for a while but he actually just lives further down the lake and misumi unknowingly helps kazu with his Life Issues and maybe they fall in love

[fenharel-babe]

The Wolf and His Fire

@ma-serannas-vhenan I wanted to tag you bc I wanted to see how you like this bc it took me so long to write it hrjfs.

EDIT: This is so long my bad-

Just Solas talking about Bloom (my Lavellan) and her fire and how he loves it. And some background info you’ll need:

Bloom is a mage and her main element is fire. She can burn a hole in the ground if she wished. Can create a ring of Fire any size within seconds. She’s very powerful with fire, but it causes her pain. If she does fire in a spell or action, she’d be okay. But if she does a lot, it can make her feel dizzy, but at some point it can make her over heat and pass out. It can even make her die. And she can make her hands warm and warm up things, so it’s not all bad :))). However, the other side of this pain is that when she’s sad, she is ice cold. Her body is freezing and she never can warm herself up, her fire magic basically drained away. Its only when she’s surrounded by other people that she loves and loves her in return will her fire slowly gain power. Let me love my disney-ish idea of powers-  Anyways, here we go, hope it’s good👀.

Solas is sitting in the cell at Haven, holding the prisoners hand. She’s passed out and he worries a bit for her, but he’s more focused on her hand. It’a glowing green and pulsating. Solas touches her hand and she flexes her hand and lets out a groan. He assumes that it’s painful for her. He doesn’t know what it is, and it’s very intriguing to him. But he also noticed how hot her skin feels.

‘Is she running a fever?’ he thinks. He rests the back of his hand against her forehead and feels that it is hot as well. Then his attention is brought back to the hand he’s holding when it pulsates and the woman lets out a loud groan of pain. Now the hand that is resting on her chest is glowing orange, the color that matches her ginger hair. He turns it over and jumps back a bit when he suddenly sees a little ball of fire erupt from her hand before it disappeared as soon as it came. He hears her let out another moan of pain and he does feel a little guilty. He decides to stay here for a little while.

He puts his hand on her forehead and flows some magic into her. It’s supposed to help with the pain she has, but he doubts it will do much. This is something he hasn’t seen before, so he tries all he can, and hopes for the best. But to his surprise, the fire in her hand keeps coming back. Her hand would twitch and the fire ball would appear. It was confusing to him, and he just watched until a guard brought her to her own room. He decides to look at it a bit later.

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Her hand felt warm when he pushed it towards the rift, hoping that it would do something. He let her hand go when it closed and she looked at him with a scared like look. “What did you do?” She held her hand with the mark and then looked intrigued. “It’s what you did,” he said with a soft smile. She gave him one back when she noticed him looking at her. “That was some fire, girly,” Varric said with a little laugh. The woman laughed back at him and nodded. “My fire is my main element or strong suit, whatever.” She decided to give an example by opening her right hand and making a fire start in her own hands. “That’s interesting,” Solas said aloud on accident. The woman looked back at him with another smile. “I know, right?! It’s my favorite thing to do.” The woman was so excited but was brought back to the situation when Cassandra grunted at Varric. “We will put that fire to test. We have to keep moving!” The woman nodded at Cassandra and had determination written on her face as they moved forward to another rift. 

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“How is your magic that powerful?” Bloom looked towards Solas as they walked. They were looking for ram meat for the village of Hinterlands and they walked together. “I’m not sure. Fire has just been my strong suit,” she said with a laugh at the end. She looked at her hand that was gloved. Solas noticed that she always wore gloves, never seeming to want to show her hands. Well, at least around anyone but herself. “I used to be more powerful, but that’s not important.” She looked at him with a smile, but he knew she was hiding something.

Her smile and words sounded bright usually, but now they sounded sad and she hesitated with every word, which wasn’t like her. She was strong, determined, and confident, but Solas wonders if she really is any of those. Before he could think of anything else, he heard Cassandra yell that there was trouble. He looked up and saw mages together, ready to attack them. He and Bloom looked at each other and nodded. She ran forward and her staff was already out and she was already glowing with fire. It surrounded her making her look as if she was the fire itself. However, she was careful and never burned any of her friends. It was amazing to him. But he snapped out of his weird trance and joined the fight. The fire in his peripheral vision brought a smile to his face. She sure was full of fire.

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“I felt the whole world change.” For some reason, he felt a little anxious to turn and look at her, but he did and he saw something in her eyes. He doesn’t know what it is but he liked it. She stared at him for a few seconds before saying in a low voice, “Sweet talker.” He felt her gaze being too hot (how surprising) and he had to look away for a second, but she wouldn’t let that happen. She moved his head to face her and she kissed him. His lips were warm but then cold when she pulled away. She looked embarrassed and tried to turn away, but Solas wasn’t going to let that happen.

He gently pulled her hips towards him as he slammed his lips against hers. They were warm and not chapped. They felt so soft. He pulled back and she looked surprised, but a smile spread across her face as he shook his head and went in for another kiss. This time it was more passionate and he put everything into it. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he felt warmth start there. He began to heat up and it didn’t stop at his shoulders. It spread through his entire body. And then one kiss turned into multiple. The fire continued to spread over his body, and it felt good. This warmth was a warm you would feel against a fire making s’mores or a fire that you stand around when you’ve been outside in the snow all day.

He knows he should stop. This cant continue, this is a mistake, this is a distraction. She is a distraction, but he couldn’t think anymore. He just wanted to engulf himself in Blooms flames.

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He stared at his desk in the Rotunda. He scolded himself for letting it get that far, for even thinking of being with her, but the idea wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop thinking of Bloom and the way her lips tasted sweet, she tasted like hot chocolate which brought a smile to his lips now. “Of course she would be something hot,” he said aloud. He crossed his arms as he tried to read a book and he felt the warmth on his arms. His eyes closed and he felt at peace as he thought of her. Her ginger hair, the way she snorted when she laughed, the way her hands are soft even through the gloves she wore, and the way she smiled at him.

It brought him warmth without her powers and he loves it. And that’s when he opens his eyes and realizes what he feels. Love. He loves her. Or that’s what it feels like. Feelings are everywhere and he doesn’t know what’s going on. His heart beats faster when she looks at him, when she makes sure he’s okay in battle, and when she kissed him. His heart is everywhere and he lets out a sigh. ‘The heart is weird’ he thinks to himself. His thoughts of her are interrupted when he hears footsteps. He looks over to the entrance and sees Bloom walking in with a smile and he can’t help but smile back. And even as she teases him until he cant think, he still smiles, but he does have to tell her he needs time. He believes he loves her, but he’d rather be sure and not hurt either of them. 

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“Don’t go.”

It was all she said. She told him one, simple command, and he felt himself turn to led for a second. Her hand wasn’t hot like normal. It was...cold. He didn’t like it and didn’t understand why. And as he stood there for only a few seconds, all of his feelings hit him like a train and he knew how he felt. He loves her. 

“But losing you would...”. He doesn’t finish his sentence and leans in to kiss her. Her lips were soft, once again, but she was cold. It only lasted for a second, however. His cheeks began to become warm from where her hands were placed. He moved his hands down to her hips and she was hot. Before it could go further and lose his courage, he pulled away and looked at her blue eyes for a moment. They were shining in the late sunlight and her hair looked even more beautiful. And he finally noticed that she has freckles. He leaned in and kissed where her freckles were and told her what he wanted to. 

“Ar lath ma, vhenan.”

And as the words left his mouth, he saw her face light up, but he could not face her now. Not yet. 

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He awoke from the Fade to find himself in a place unknown. He wasn’t on the couch in the Rotunda, and after literally a second of looking around, he knew he was in Blooms room, and he felt warmth behind him, so he rolled around and saw something that he loves with his heart. He saw Bloom laying on the bed, wearing his shirt, and looking at peace. It was rare to see her at this much peace. She was always fighting, talking with nobles that bored her, and dealt with the gossip behind her back. But here...she was at peace, and he loves it. Her ginger hair was down, a beautiful sight only he got to see, and shining in the sunrise. She was beautiful and he loves her. He loves her with his being. A part of his mind was telling him ‘No. Stop. This is nonsense’. But he didn’t listen, he ignored it, pushed it away. He doesn’t know what will happen in the future, but he doesn’t care right now. He just looks at his Vhenan with the softest eyes.

He placed his hand on her cheek and stroked his thumb where her freckles were. They made her look so young and she was, and he chuckles on the inside. He’s forgotten how old he is and wonders if she would even love an old man such as he if she knew. However, he couldn’t think long when she suddenly opened her eyes with a groan. “Solas,” she was with a smile. Her blue eyes were glowing and she seemed so bright already. It caused his heart to flutter and his smile brightened. “Good morning, Vhenan.” A blush rose on her cheeks and it spread to the tip of her ears. “My heart, huh?” Her soft smile turned into a teasing smirk. “I’m that important to you?” This time she looked happy but also questioning. It’s as if this was a sort of test, and he was going to pass it. “Yes, Bloom. You are everything to me, and not just my heart. You are my soul and the fire to my ice.” He grabbed her hand and placed it over his heart and he felt the familiar warmth start there. A warmth he began to love and a warmth he craved everyday. He noticed her hand was shaking and he feared that he went to far, but before he could say an apology or anything else, she smiled and kissed him. It was a soft and gentle kiss, his favorite kind of kiss. She pulled away and rested her forehead on his.

“You are my soul and my heart as well, Solas. I think of you whenever I leave Skyhold and you’re not at my side, I think of every moment we’ve ever shared when I am in doubt, and when my fire is out of control and untamed when I’m fighting...I think of you and what you would do.” She was embarrassed to open her eyes, but she did and it was his turn to be in shock. They both erupted into laughter and hugged each other tight. They love each other and that’s the most beautiful thing to Solas.

And the most important thing in his life for this moment.

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“Solas...”

She whispered his name as he backed up. They were in Crestwood and he was going to tell her everything, yet he couldn’t. He looked in her blue eyes and something stopped him, so he broke it off. ‘This is for the best,’ he thought. He backed up from her and released her hand, and it got rid of all of the warmth in his body. The flames that were inside of him suddenly gone cold. 

“Please, Vhenan,” he said, his voice shaking a bit. He tried to keep his face calm, not wanting to show how much this was killing him. But when she grabbed his hand again and got closer to him, the mask broke.

“Solas...don’t leave me. Not now. I love you.” Her words were rushed and her eyes glossy with tears, and he knew tears were in his as well. But that warmth wasn’t back. Were her flames cold as well? But he just shook his head slowly. “You have a rare and marvelous spirit. In another world...”. He couldn’t finish because she cut him off, her words were desperate, sounding odd coming from Bloom. “Why not this one?” He shook his head again and got his hand from her tight grip, but she keeps following him, and he keeps backing away.

“I can’t.” He holds his hands up as he backs away, needing her not to touch him. If she did...he wouldn’t be able to walk away. And he...thinks he should. “I’m sorry.” It’s the last thing he says as he turns around and walks away, but he manages to see those tears finally falling down her face when he turns away, and his finally fall as well when he turns away, and he walks. He walks and he walks until his feet hurt, and then he finally feels the wind blow against him. It’s freezing. Was it always like this? Or is it only now? Only the day he lost his fire.

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Bloom lays in the bed, almost all her clothes shed off, and she lays under the covers of the bed. Alone. Cold. Empty. Corypheus has been defeated, yet she didn’t feel happy. Her bones were cold and she felt like she couldn’t get up without shivering. She hears someone enter and doesn’t have the strength to get up and see who it is. “Bloom.” It’s Cassandra and her voice isn’t determined like it normally is. It’s soft and worried. She gets up slowly to sit up in the bed, still under the covers. She was only wearing a cloth covering her chest and black shorts on. She was hot yet cold. 

“Yes?” She put on her Inquisitor voice, but Cassandra knew it was fake. She came closer to Bloom and sat next to her. “I know you’re not doing well, and I’m not good at this kind of stuff, but I’m worried for you.” Cassandra looked at Bloom and she was serious. Her concern was radiating off of her and Bloom found it sweet. “It’s hard, Cassandra.” She managed to get those words out, her teeth chattering together as she talked. “It only gets like this when I’m sad, believe it or not.” She laughed softly but Cassandra only looked more worried. She pulled Bloom to her and gave her a tight hug. Bloom was confused for a moment, not knowing what to do, but her emotions caught up with her and she let out a little sob...and more followed. Cassandra just held her there, offering her her own warmth and love to help her. And it did.

She slowly was able to get up again, her limbs didn’t feel stiff anymore, she could conjure up a small fire, she had strength to see Varric and Cole, and then she finally felt her fire come back to her. She finally felt hot on the inside (even if she didn’t like it a bit). Her flames were now her own again and she was Bloom Lavellan. The Inquisitor. A heart to a man who has left her alone

And she wasn’t going to let Solas get away from her.

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And here they were. Bloom trapped Solas in a ring of her own fire. She was covered in the fire, but it wasn’t burning her. It never burned her. And Solas finally realized it wasn’t burning him either. It was such a huge space as if they were giants fighting each other, but he didn’t pay attention to that. His focus was on Bloom and they way she was shaking. He saw blood on the chest plate, cuts on her face, but the thing that worried him most was the fact that she had a ball of fire in her hand and it was shaking. Her fire was weak and it only happened when she pushed herself too far or was breaking down emotionally. 

“Solas. Please don’t make me do this!” Her words were shouted and very....desperate. Bloom was strong during the other battles, he witnessed it. Her fire was spreading everywhere, her soldiers were strong, and she did so well. He was proud of her, and he wasn’t surprised. ‘Of course she would be amazing’ he thought. He wanted to respond but didn’t know how. The last time he spoke to her was when he broke her heart even more, and when he destroyed his once again. “Vhenan...”. It was the only word he was able to speak. And then he witness the fire in her hand blow out and her fall to her knees, not even managing to catch herself. He forgot everything in this moment and ran to her. The ring of fire was flickering, it losing its power, yet he continued to run. When he reached her and held her in his arms, she was losing her warmth. Bloom was always hot and he loves it, but now she was warm and he felt it growing colder. 

She was dying. They both knew it. “Oh, Vhenan. What have I done?” He laid his hand against her cheek and saw her freckles again. It was the first thing his eyes saw and he remembers kissing them every morning. She moved her hand, slowly from the pain, and laid it against his cheek. “Hey, Vhenan. Nice to see you here,” she said, her voice shaking with every word and she tried to laugh at the end, but ended with a coughing fit. Blood was leaving her mouth and they knew they had limited time together. “Bloom, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. You’re dying,” he rushed out. He looked up and saw all the fire everywhere slowly flickering out, and it was hurting him, even more than the pain of the fighting he did. And then it hit him as he saw all this fire.

None of it was necessary. The ring was huge and they didn’t need that much space to talk, some random parts of the area were on fire, he heard soldiers dying because of her fire and no other spells, only fire was used from her, and it lead to this. “Bloom...why did you use only your fire? It will kill you,” he whispered out. She looked at him for a moment and wanted to flick his forehead. “Of course, dummy. I had a plan you see? Use all my fire and die if I couldn’t save you and this world.” Her voice was so shaky and weak and he hated it. He didn’t know what to say to her, so he placed his forehead against hers and whispered words of love to her, a final goodbye, not realizing Bloom lied to him. He was in a rush that he didn’t notice the way she was lying. One hand was still beside her body and it had a dagger. It was a dagger she used when she ran out of fire, and now she did, but it wasn’t used for any of the soldiers. “I love you, ma Vhenan...and I’m sorry,” she said as a tear fell down her face. Solas pulled away and looked at her confused, and didn’t have time to stop her as she used the last of her fire, made the knife be the fire he loved, and plunged it deep into his chest.

He looked down at his chest and he didn’t know what to do as he felt it. That fire. That warmth that was familiar, even if it was causing him pain. The memories of her and him came to his mind for a quick second. All the glances, warm touches, kisses, the laughs, dances, and the love all came back to him. It hit him like a train and forgot about the pain for a second, even if it was killing him. He looked back at her and pulled a piece of her hair and placed it behind her ear. “It’s okay,” he told her and he meant it. She would do whatever it took to protect the people she loves, and if she couldn’t save him, then she’d die with him. “Varric better write stories about you,” he said with a smile. Bloom smiled back at the small joke and the last of her fire went out and her eyes closed. The dagger slowly lost his warmth, and so did he. And he took his last breath beside his Vhenan.

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OKAY SO THAT LAST PARTS NOT THAT GOOD BUT I RLLY LOVE THE REST SNQHS. I hope you like it too >:))). And I think I put all my ideas in here even if the last part took me so long to think of vbfik. I always use that idea of Lavellan killing Solas as she dies as well bc...honestly that’d be a kinda cool ending in a way even if its very Sad and probably won’t happen. 

And there’s proof reading but if there’s mistakes then my bad :(.

[twelverose]

till the sun comes shining through (1/?)

It's a life of working hard and playing harder. Rose is the daughter of an old family trying to keep up with modern times. James is the boy of a family who left for easier living. It was natural for them to collide. Rodeos and events keep them on their toes, pushing them closer. All they know is they have a life to lead and it's better with two.

Rating: Teen (Some sexual implications, mild violence)

Pairing: Twelve/Rose

WC: 2.9K

TW: Mild violence, drinking.

A/N: It’s a cowboy au bc i love writing about things inspired by my own life babey. yeehaw.

Song: Cause I Love You - Johnny Cash (Title) and What Was I Thinkin’ -  Dierks Bentley (Chapter)

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Chapter One: Come and Get Me Grin

What was I thinkin'

Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay

But that crossed my mind a little too late

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Rose Tyler was the most beautiful girl James had ever seen. He decided that years ago. He was a year older but the same class as her in high school. Keeping at least an acquaintance with her for the first two years. Before their junior year where they really got to talk at a party. He’d been chasing her ever since. And she had fun leading him.

Her family bought the old McCrimmon ranch before she was born.  Her father was a cowboy legend. Raised to ride bulls and that he did. Winning enough by riding in the PBR to be able to invest in more land at the age of twenty. They raised cattle and trained horses. Her mother was a champion of her own. Training and riding horses in world class events. Rose stayed humble though. She was carefree. No restraint in her friendliness or attitude. It was a warm welcome in James’s life.

His family wasn’t a fan of the friendship. Especially once they sold their farm.

When she told him to meet her at the front gate of her property, he stumbled over his okay. It was a given. He wasn’t one of the idiots to say no to her. Or maybe he was the idiot to say yes. There was a rumor that Pete Tyler was more than a bull rider. Something to do with another guy and Jackie. James never asked about it. It was just something that came back around whenever word got around that Rose was going on a date in high school. 

But they weren’t in high school anymore. And he was glad that he wouldn’t have to hear it again. Especially since his nerves were already on fire, sitting at the edge of the Tyler property.

When she climbed over the gate, he knew he was in trouble. But didn’t really think about what it meant.

“You might wanna drive,” She said as she hopped into his passenger seat, “I think dad heard me.”

“What?”

“Wait another minute or two and you’ll see why.”

So he did. Not sure if it was because he felt the need to prove himself or to see if the rumors about her dad were true. Maybe it was both. But the sound of a shotgun made him kick the truck into drive,

“What the fuck?”

She shrugged and smiled, “It was an actual warning, y’know?”

Rose was wearing a tank top that belonged in an early 2000s horror movie. It was a size too small and showed off her midriff. He wasn’t complaining. Especially when she made an obvious move to sit in the middle seat to change the radio station. James found himself clenching his jaw. Just to make sure none of the stupid thoughts going through his mind came out. Not that there were many there at all. 

During the commercials between songs, they caught up. They hadn’t really spoken like they used to since graduating. Both of them falling into work. James was a farmhand at several ranches. Rose was working with her mom and dad. Taking care of cattle and training horses.

She talked about a new horse until she realized what road they were on. He didn’t even realize. Until her entire mood shifted slightly. Into something that made his cheeks turn red.

“What have you got planned for us tonight?” She asked, batting her eyes.

“Oh, the Amber Tree is doing somethin’ tonight. I think a band is playing? I’m really not that sure.” He tried to sound cool and confident. 

She smirked at him, “Who told you that?”

“What d’you mean?”

“I know how you boys work. You talk to each other to figure out the hottest spot. Who’d you talk to?”

He pretended to be offended, slapping his hand over his heart and glancing at her with a sigh, “You think I’m boring? Let me show you a bit of fun tonight then.”

She laughed, “You think I would’ve asked you out if I thought you were going to be boring?”

He pressed down further on the gas and grinned at her, “I sure hope not.”

The highway they had turned onto went through a forest until a railroad crossing. The music echoed back at them through the tunnel of trees. She seemed to know every song on the radio. Unlike him, he could only pick out a few. She didn’t seem to notice. Singing to him or out the window, grabbing his arm to get him to look at her. 

He tried to keep his eyes on the road. Luckily he knew it like the back of his hand. Because she was determined to make him look and keep him looking.

Once they got past the train tracks, she hung out the side window for a bit, whooping at the moon. He laughed and whooped with her. It was all so natural. It was fun. The most fun he’s had in months. It made some type of warmth pump through his veins. And all he wanted was more of it.

  And that he got. 

When they crossed the county line, blue and red lights flashed behind him. Rose slid back in with a wide smile and looked at him like she was saying, “Well, prove what you got.” So he did. Changing the gear and swiftly pulled off into a field. The wind whipped through her hair, wisps of it stinging his face. She kept looking behind them, telling him how far behind the cop was. He wasn’t worried. He hoped he’d remember to tell her that he’d done this a few times. And his best story of one of those times.

He really did try to avoid the crops. Although he heard at least one stock of corn get caught underneath him. The other side of the field was a dirt road, which he tore out onto. 

“Why don’t you go faster, cowboy?”

If he had to give an excuse or reason to go faster, he would’ve had to blame the testosterone spike those words caused. And usually, he’d try to keep in line. But if she was asking, then James would just have to do it.

The smile he got in response was worth it. A tongue-touched grin. James decided that he’d probably do anything for another smile like that.

It was another five minutes of loud music and speeding before they made it to the bar. It was already busy. Nine at night would do that to places like these in small towns. Especially when there was a promise of live music and fights. Although, fights weren’t on the posters.

He wiped his palms on his jeans and looked back at her, “Ready?”

“As long as you can keep up.”

They were both technically underage. Technically because the bar didn’t care nor did it really have enough staff to do so. The bar itself was full of old timers. The ones who were found there every night and knew everyone and their father. They were the first ones to ask what Rose was doing there.

“Does your father know?” He tilted up his hat.

Rose shook her head,  “And I hope he doesn’t find out.”

The man chuckled and went back to who he was talking to originally. James felt a wave of anxiety go through him. Afraid of what that conversation would lead to for him.

“He’s not gonna tell him, right?” James asked while he paid for their beers.

“You better hope he doesn’t. You’re already in trouble.”

Her wink told him that she was more of the trouble than her dad. Even if he knew the more trouble he got into with her meant only more from her dad.

He didn’t let that stop them from dancing though. It was a honky-tonk band. It was hot and sweaty in the middle of the room. He knew that. But he didn’t know when he lost the button down he was wearing over his t-shirt. He didn’t care. She was so focused on him that he had no choice but to return it. 

They were close. A lot closer than they’ve been when they danced at parties. Her chest against his. Her hands running up and down his back. This time, there wasn’t one of her friends to pull her away because she was busted. Or one of his to tell him he better lay off or he was in deep shit. They did what they’d been waiting to do. And she knew the perfect way to do it.

He was on fire. Because that’s what she did to him. Made him red and wild. So, he was just about to finally kiss her when someone shoved him back from her.

James knew who that someone was. They saw each other when he walked into the bar. They both realized what could happen. James figured it would. They both had a reputation that was in due time for testing.

Jimmy Stone was older. He was probably what made Pete Tyler the protective father he is. Once again, if the rumors were true, no one could really shame him for acting the way he did.  There was no question in what Jimmy was capable of, that was given to James. He was fit. He had to be for what he did. But he wasn’t much compared to Jimmy.

“Will you fuck off, Stone?” Rose shouted at him.

He shushed her, “This isn’t about you. Well, it doesn’t have to involve you.”

James took a step forward, “You can stop talkin’ to her like that.”

He saw the fist coming and he let it land. To prove he was just as tough as Jimmy. That’s what he would say tomorrow when he was at work. But right now, he would be stupid to say it didn’t hurt. He could feel the bruise forming when he stood back up straight. He felt the blood from his split lip run down his chin.

“You afraid to fight, pretty boy?”

If it were a movie, he’d probably pop his neck. But instead, he flicked the baseball hat off Jimmy’s head. Dodging the next punch, James managed a land to the middle of the other guy’s gut. But he took the one to his ribcage. Jimmy laughed when James took a step back and groaned.

There was a crowd around them now. He saw someone step out in the corner of his eye. Then felt Rose’s hand on his elbow but he shook it off. He wasn’t one to lose a fight without good reason.

“You ready to regret coming out tonight, Stone?” 

He was cocky. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t fallen yet or that Rose was on his side. Then a surge of anger rushed through him. He wasn’t sure where exactly it came from but it slipped out of his mouth with the taste of blood. And the hardest swing he thinks he’s ever thrown.

The crowd around him gasped. Jimmy fell flat on his ass. James laughed, then he spotted the tooth on the ground and grabbed Rose’s hand. Taking off out of the bar. 

As he slid into the driver’s side and started the truck, she slid over the hood. His heart started beating a little faster. When she jumped in, she landed in the middle seat- almost in his lap. That’s when he stopped breathing. 

She gave him a kiss. One that he had been dreaming about for a while now. It was sloppy and deep and warm. It was probably a lot shorter than what it felt. Only stopping when they heard a commotion at the front door.

She slipped away from him with a breathy “Thank you.”

They tore out of the gravel parking lot. He didn’t try to speed on the way home. Wanting to keep her this close for as long as possible. But he got a glimpse of the time and worried about what would be waiting. 

She reminded him that maybe it would be worth it. Distracting him with another kiss when he stopped at the first sign of the night. And then telling him to pull off the road just for a second. Which led to a little more than he expected. 

He had a little more than one bruise now. The rest were a lot sweeter than the first. And his shirt was just as high on his stomach as hers. Hair probably is just as messy too. Though, he didn’t quite pull it off as well as her. Given she laughed at him when he pulled back. 

“You’re a mess.” She laughed, running her thumb over his bottom lip. Focusing on the cut he got in the fight.

“Your fault,” He mumbled, leaning into her hand, “What else am I supposed to do?”

He tried to kiss her again, but she giggled against his lips. Giving him a chaste one before patting his thigh.

“Better get me home before my father decides you’re the next hide on the wall.”

He cursed under his breath. Moving back to his seat and putting the truck in drive. Trying to ignore the feeling of Rose’s hand in his hair and her humming. Those things would probably be the last thing he needed to be thinking about when pulling into her drive.

Which he was against. But she coaxed him into doing it by playing the right cards. The ones he fell sucker to almost every time, especially for her.

Pete Tyler was sitting in the driveway. James knew he was in for it by the look he got when he put it in park. Instead of flying out of the drive like any other person, he got out with Rose. Grabbing her hand. 

Which was arguably the stupidest decision he made all night. Grabbing her hand in front of her father like this wasn’t doing anything for him. Pete just glared at him harder.

Rose gave him a reassuring squeeze. He hoped that her showing fondness for him would save him some skin. The instinct deep in him doubted it would.

Pete glanced down between them, “Did y’all have a good night?”

It wasn’t a pleasantry. But James treated it as one, “Yes sir.”

The two words came out as if he should’ve given them with a salute. He held back the impulse to do so sarcastically.

“You should’ve talked to me beforehand.” He said thickly.

James suddenly felt like he should’ve at least tried to sharpen up  a bit. He felt a bit bare in his untucked shirt, messy hair, and jeans tucked into boots. He held his head high still. There wasn’t any use in putting it down at this point. He would rather be caught looking scared in front of Jimmy Stone.

Rose pulled her hand from his and walked over to her dad. He didn’t fall for her scheme like James, “Rose. Get inside.”

“Why should I?” She tested him, trying to hide her grin.

“It’s nearly 3 am, you still live in my house, and you might as well and go ahead and get your trouble with your mother over with.”

Rose sighed and took a few steps behind Pete but didn’t go inside. He didn’t take his eyes off James. He had the same challenging look that Rose did earlier. James understood what it meant to inherit looks in that moment. Even if they meant different things.

“Your daughter is amazing, sir. I was lucky to get to hang out with her tonight.”

“You sure are. Where’d you get that bruise?”

James struggled for his words, “Uh, Jimmy Stone.”

“Where’d you go to run into him and get that?”

“He’s worse,” That was his attempt in defending himself, “And I’m sure you’ve got another way to find out besides me.”

Pete laughed and shook his head. James let a small smile come to his face. This was the opposite way of doing things for a first date. You meet and talk with the parents first. Not after. He didn’t really mind. Nothing really came smoothly for him. And he liked it that way.

Especially because their conversation ended with a little less of a glare. 

“I’ll let y’all say goodnight. But you better watch what you do, Smith.”

He nodded and Pete walked inside. Silhouette taking a stance by the window. Rose glanced back and tried to shoo it away. But eventually walked back towards him when it didn’t move an inch.

She took his hands, “I had fun tonight.”

“I hope so.” He felt awkward suddenly. Unsure of what could happen next.

“Sorry about Jimmy. And my dad.”

James shrugged, “I wouldn’t ask for anything else. Another great story to tell.”

“You wanna make another great story?”

He couldn’t get out his “What?” before she kissed him. Right there. In front of her dad in the window. Once again he felt like he was on fire. Every nerve in his body was ringing. He was careful to kiss her back, not that he wanted to be.

He was shaking slightly when she stood on her toes to whisper, “It’s okay, he likes you.”

James stood there for a second. Watching her skip back inside. Excited for whatever would come next.

[park-chim-chim-fan]

Bouncy

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Smut, slight degradation, spanking, unprotected sex, car sex, daddy kink, somewhat sub!tae

When your boyfriend Taehyung said his family wanted to meet you for the first time your heart practically burst. You were so excited to meet everyone he talked so dearly about. It was when you were starting to get ready that you started to panic. What were you going to wear?Should it be something modest? Fashionable? Practical? You basically had a meltdown in front of your closet while trying to decide. Until you found the perfect thing. A flowy sundress that was long enough to be modest but short enough to stay out of the way if you needed to do anything to help out around their farm. Sure it was a tad bit low cut but you’re sure they wouldn’t mind it too much.

You didn’t realize until you were on the more worn out back roads how bumpy they’d be. You could feel your entire body jostling every which way. It made you kind of carsick so you decided to go on Instagram to distract yourself. You had been on your phone for about 5 minutes when you look up and see Tae struggling to keep his eyes off you.

“Can I help you?” You say confused as to why he’s looking at you with such dark eyes. The way his eyes trailed up and down your body had your insides doing flips. He takes one last look at you, then pulls the car over and unbuckles his seatbelt. It’s only then that you see the slight rise in his trousers. Before you could question him he quickly leans over the center console to bring you into a passionate, deep kiss. You succumb to it, still utterly confused. When you try to move away to speak he just goes deeper into the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. He moves his mouth to your neck still not having said a word.

“Tae what are you doing?” You said with a slight giggle. He then pulls you over the center console so you’re sitting on his lap. You’d be lying if you said this side of him didn’t have your panties soaked in mere seconds.

It’s a few seconds more before he growls into your ear, “You know Jagi, I’d really rather see your boobs bounce while you’re riding me instead of on some stupid car ride.” His husky voice sends shivers up your spine causing your hips to grind down into his. You groan from the slight friction that you didn’t know you longed for until now. Tae hiked your skirt up to your waist, revealing your pink lace panties. It wasn’t long until he placed a firm smack on your ass, causing a drawn out moan to fall from your lips. “Mmmm, Jagi such a naughty girl,” Tae growled, as he slowly moved his lips down your neck and collarbone, leaving faint marks. “Wearing such a dress for me while coming to meet my family, knowing I couldn’t keep my hands off you, hmmm? You want people to know how much of a slut you are for me kitten?” You groaned in response, taking ahold of his shirt to gain balance while you slowly grind your hips down into his bulge. Another smack came down onto your ass. “I didn’t hear you kitten, you have to speak up.” “Yes Tae, I want them to know,” “Good girl,” he said as he moved his free hand down to your clit. You shuddered and let out a small gasp as his fingertips rubbed the sensitive bud through your panties. He slid your panties aside and teased your entrance with his index finger. “You’re so wet for me already kitten,” “Tae please,” you whined. You needed something, anything, to get rid of this ache between your legs. You tried to grind down onto his fingers that were devilishly circling your entrance. “What? Tell me where you want me princess,” Without speaking you move your hands down to his belt buckle. You start to undo it until his hand moved to grab your wrist. “Ah ah ah, not so fast. Tell daddy what you want like a good girl and maybe he’ll give it to you, ok?” His dick was rock hard, pressing into your leg from the confines of his pants. “I want you in me daddy. Please,” Your words were like music to his ears. “Asking so nicely for me, kitten. You want daddy’s cock in you so bad hm?” “Yes daddy I need you.” And with that he undid his belt and pushed his pants and boxers down, revealing his throbbing pink member. You collected the precum that slid down his cock with your fingers and licked it all off while maintaining eye contact with Tae. “Fuck, I didn’t know my Jagi was so dirty,” He looked up at you through his dark bangs and hooded lids, giving you a small smirk. You started to stroke him as he slid your dress over your head so rough he might’ve ripped it. He made quick work of your bra, tossing into the seat next to you. Small groans escaped his lips as you continued to slowly stroke him. His lips were on your nipple in seconds, sucking and nibbling on it while he cupped your other boob with his free hand, softly massaging it. You let your head fall back, immersed in the feeling. Suddenly the feeling between your legs was too much to ignore, your wetness dripping down your thighs onto Tae’s lap. “Tae, fuck I need you now,” “Mmm, so needy for me princess,” he mumbled against your skin. The feeling of his breath across your skin made you whimper. You could feel his cock twitch in your hand at the sound. He released his mouth from you and grabbed the base of his cock with one of his hands, the other firmly grabbing your ass. He teased your folds with the tip, earning another needy whimper. You closed your eyes in anticipation, waiting for him to enter you. “No no kitten, look at me while I fuck you,” he said, bringing you to open your eyes. “I want to see that pretty little face of yours, ok?”

You were met with his deep, lust filled eyes just as he bottoms out all in one thrust. You let out a loud moan, feeling the familiar stretch once again. Taehyung lets out a gasp as you start to slowly move your hips against his. “Fuck baby you’re always so damn tight for me,”

You clench your walls around him, his fingers digging into your hips, sure to leave bruises. “God, you can’t do that babygirl or this is gonna be over faster than it started”

After getting used to his size you started to move your hips up and down, riding him just how he liked. You let out small whimpers as he picked up the pace, getting needier by the second. Pretty soon he was slamming your hips to meet his thrusts, the sounds of his deep moans and slapping skin filling the car.

The whole time his eyes remained on you, wanting to see every little thing he was doing to you expressed on your face. A loud moan escaped from your lips as he gave a particularly hard thrust.

“You always make the prettiest sounds for me kitten, God I love you so much” He buried his face into your neck, the sweat from his hair now collecting on your skin.

The mix of your moans and your clenching walls was beginning to be all too much for him. His thrusts became sloppier and more desperate, chasing his high. He removed his face from your neck and let it fall back onto the headrest, revealing his furrowed brow and plump parted lips. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach begin to grow, your high becoming very close as well. When he shifted in his seat slightly, the angle changed, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You weren’t even aware of the sounds you were making anymore, needy whimpers and moans falling freely from your parted lips. One of Taehyung’s hands moved lower to lightly rub your clit, making your thighs shake.

After a couple more thrusts, Tae began to whimper in your ear “Fuck so tight- Such a good girl for me kitten- Ahhh fuck baby I’m g-gonna c-cu-“ “Come on baby, cum for me.” You whispered back, sure that he would send you over the edge as well. And with that, he released, his hot cum painting your walls.

You kept grinding down on him, chasing your high causing him to go into overstimulation. His gasps of immense pleasure sent you over, clenching and releasing all over his dick. He let you ride yours out, giving him even more pleasure as you slowed.

You pulled off him, maneuvering back into your other seat. Both of your releases slowly dripped out of your core onto his seat. Pretty soon you couldn’t stand the feeling anymore and cleaned yourself up with some napkins from the glove compartment. You looked back over to Tae who’s eyes were still closed. “You alive over there?” You poked his sweaty chest with a small grin. He opened his eyes to look back at you, giving you his signature smirk. “We are definitely doing that again”

Let’s just say his family was quite confused when they saw your state once you’d finally arrived. 30 minutes late.

A/N: Hey! Some of you might be confused bc you’re expecting a different fic but I started writing this a while ago and forgot to post it. Hope you enjoyed! 😉💖