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You Had Me at...
He didn't know why he was even still awake.
No, that was a lie.
He knew exactly why, but he also knew it was stupid and silly and completely outside the realm of possibility. He just hadn't been able to help himself.
He'd stayed up and watched the clock, waited as the minutes ticked by until it was officially Valentine's Day, and held his breath...
And then nothing.
He'd huffed out a laugh, telling himself he was more embarrassed than disappointed because honestly, what had he expected?
Evan to show up at the door to declare his love? To want to get back together?
To want him?
That wasn't Tommy's life. That was fantasy. The stuff of romcoms, not the real world.
Reality was getting into his ratty pajama pants and an ancient, worn-soft LAFD t-shirt (that still had a B and a U and a half-peeled Y on the back) and accepting the fact that he was once again alone for this stupid, fake holiday...that he absolutely loved.
Sighing, he made his way out to the kitchen and dug around in his freezer until he found the pint of cookie dough ice cream that Evan had left there and Tommy had been avoiding for the past three months. What was the point of leaving it? Evan was never coming back. It wasn't like he'd be there to get mad at Tommy for eating it and why let it go to waste?
He stood there, staring at the ice cream.
His therapist would have plenty to say about him struggling to let himself have things, but that was a problem for Tuesday Tommy.
...screw it.
He was eating the ice cream.
Tommy snatched the container out of the freezer and set it down on the counter, ignoring its accusing stare as he grabbed a spoon out of the drawer.
"This is for the best," he muttered. "I'm putting us both out of our misery, okay? We can't wait forever. He's never coming back."
He tapped the spoon against the lid, frowning when a faint knock sounded back.
"What the fu-"
The knock again, louder this time and clearly coming from the front door.
Tommy set the spoon down beside the ice cream, grabbed his phone, and crept down the hallway toward the door. He was still debating calling 911 when he caught sight of a familiar silhouette through the window and his heart stopped.
He'd know those curls anywhere.
Evan startled, hand still raised when Tommy whipped open the door.
"Shit," he said, eyes going wide. "I mean, not sh-not that, I just...I wasn't expecting you to answer so quickly and I'm still kind of working on what I'm going to say..."
"...did you want me to close the door and give you a minute?" Tommy asked after another weighted beat passed between them. He'd stand back in the hallway for as long as it took. As long as Evan needed.
"No!" Evan jolted forward, hand flexing like he was ready to catch it - as if Tommy would willingly close a door between them ever again. "I..."
Tommy waited, drinking in the sight of Evan as he fidgeted on the front porch. He itched to tug the lip free that he was chewing on, but he was equally afraid to touch him.
He didn't think he could bear it if this turned out to be a dream.
"I watched them all," Evan blurted out suddenly. He rubbed at the back of his neck, cheeks going red. "All of the movies I could remember from your shelves. T-the romance ones? And then Maddie recommended some more."
Tommy didn't know what to make of that. "Why-"
"Because everyone said I wasn't allowed to bake anymore," Evan said, as though that was a sentence that would clear things up. "But I had to do something, right? To stop myself from calling you every second that I was awake."
Wait, what?
"And I figured, if I couldn't stop thinking about you, then at least, I could maybe get inside your head and try to understand where we went wrong - where I went wrong," Evan barreled on like he wasn't completely upending Tommy's brain. "I watched them all and in every single one, ever single one, the couple has a fight and b-breaks up because, well, for all kinds of reasons, but it was because they were always missing what was right in front of them."
Evan took a deep, steadying breath, bracing himself on the doorframe. "I said a lot of stuff that night, but I missed saying the most important thing of all. I felt it, felt it so much it felt too big to say, but that was a mistake." He looked up, meeting Tommy's gaze with bright eyes.
"I love you, Tommy. I love you. I'm sorry I did everything backwards and managed to leap ahead all at the same time." Evan shook his head, blinking back tears as Tommy fought to hold back his own.
"I'm sorry I ever made you doubt that what I feel for you is real," he said "The most real and right thing I think I've ever felt in my life and I don't want to lose you. The last few months have been...I felt like I was missing a part of myself. Like my heart has been out there in the world without me and I've hated every minute of it."
"Please," Evan said, searching Tommy's face, hope threaded through every letter. "I know we have a lot we need to talk about, but can we - can we try again?"
Tommy took a shaky breath, still half-convinced he was about to wake up and have all of this ripped away from him.
"Please say something," Evan whispered, his shaky plea finally snapping Tommy into action.
He reached out to cup Evan's cheek, stroking a thumb against his skin as he leaned in. "You had me at 'shit'," Tommy said, a helpless smile twitching at the corners of his lips.
Evan's mouth dropped open as Tommy's words sank in. Relief warred against an extreme pout as he poked at Tommy's chest. "Did you seriously just Jerry Maguire me? I can't even-"
The rest of his protest was cut off when Tommy yanked him inside the house for a searing kiss, kicking the door shut behind them.
"I love you too," Tommy murmured against Evan's lips as he pressed him into the wall. He tried to get the apology he'd been agonizing over for the last three months out between kisses. "I'm sorry I ran. I got scared and stupid and I want this. Want you. Want everything."
Evan groaned, grabbing at him as he gave back as good as he got, kissing every part of Tommy he could reach without letting him move an inch out of his arms.
"Stay," Tommy gasped when they finally broke apart for air. "Please stay and just sleep beside me and we can talk properly in the morning?" He wasn't prepared to let Evan out of his sight any time soon.
"Try and get rid of me," Evan said with a little laugh as he rested his forehead against Tommy's. They kissed once more, softly, knowing they had time now. Letting out a happy sigh, Evan dropped a tiny peck on the end of Tommy's nose before releasing him and moving toward the kitchen.
Tommy went to lock the door, freezing when Evan let out a garbled noise of outrage.
"Is this my ice cream?"
Biting back a grin, Tommy headed toward Evan and his continuing grumbles...
And let his grin actually spread when he rounded the corner to find Evan standing there, holding out a second spoon.
#bucktommy#bucktommy fluffebruary#valentines day#bucktommy fic#tevan#tevan fic#kinley#kinley fic#tommy kinard#evan buckley#evan 'buck' buckley#buck x tommy#fix it fic#getting back together#fluff#i wrote this instead of sleeping
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ellie with reader who has selective mutism? love your workk
âĄâĽď¸Ellie with a girl they has selective mutismâĽď¸âĄ
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âĽď¸ Ellieâs got a big mouthâalways has, always willâbut the moment she realizes you have selective mutism, she dials it back. Not in a way that makes you feel weird or different, but in a way that says, Hey, I see you. I get it.
âĽď¸ She never pressures you to speak. If you want to, cool. If you donât, also cool. She reads your body language like a damn expert, catching onto little thingsâthe way you shift, the way your eyes dartâbefore you even realize youâre communicating.
âĽď¸ That being said, she still talks a lot. Not to fill the silence, but just because she wants to share things with you. Her day, a dumb joke she thought of, how she absolutely destroyed Dina in a game of poker (sheâs lying).
âĽď¸ Ellieâs the type to get really protective when people try to force you to talk. If anyoneâs being pushy or making you uncomfortable, sheâs immediately stepping in with a sharp, âThey donât owe you shit, dude. Move along.â
âĽď¸ She picks up on your nonverbal cues fast. If you glance at the door at a party, sheâs already grabbing your hand to lead you out. If you shift uncomfortably when someone tries talking to you, she redirects the conversation smoothly.
âĽď¸ Writes little notes and passes them to you when youâre both chilling. Sometimes theyâre stupid doodles of a buff giraffe (her artistic skills are questionable), sometimes theyâre just little things like u hungry? wanna get outta here? u look cute btw.
âĽď¸ Over time, she gets used to the different ways you communicateâgestures, nods, writing things down. If youâre comfortable, sheâll even help you practice speaking in a low-pressure way, like whispering to her when no one else is around.
âĽď¸ She talks to you in the same casual, unfiltered way she talks to anyone else. She never makes you feel fragile or different, never acts like sheâs walking on eggshells.
âĽď¸ Lowkey brags about understanding you better than anyone else. If someoneâs confused about something you meant, Ellieâs already translating like, âThey mean no, dude. Can you not tell?â
âĽď¸ If you ever do decide to talk, even just a word or two, she never makes a big deal out of it. Just gives you this soft little smile, like sheâs proud of you but doesnât wanna put you on the spot. Later, though, when youâre alone, she might squeeze your hand and be like, âThat was cool, babe.â
âĽď¸ Hums and sings under her breath around you. Sometimes she does it just to make the silence feel shared rather than empty. If you have a song you like, sheâll learn it on her guitar and play it for you without expecting you to say anything about it.
âĽď¸ Lets you take the lead in physical affection. If you reach for her hand, she acts all casual about it, but inside sheâs melting. If you tug on her sleeve for attention, she turns to you immediately, giving you her full focus.
âĽď¸ If someone asks why you donât talk, Ellie is the first to shut that down. âThatâs none of your business,â sheâll say, jaw tight. She doesnât need an explanation to respect you, and she makes sure no one else does either.
âĽď¸ Gets really good at interpreting your facial expressions. A raised eyebrow? Sheâs smirking. A side glance? âOkay, yeah, that dude is weird-looking.â She makes it feel like a secret language between you two.
âĽď¸ If you ever get frustrated with yourself, sheâs the first to reassure you. âHey, you donât need to talk to be heard, alright?â Sheâll sit with you through whatever youâre feeling, no pressure, just warmth.
âĽď¸ Teaches you dumb hand signals for things. If youâre across the room and she wants to make you laugh, she does something goofy, like a dramatic thumbs down when Dinaâs being annoying.
âĽď¸ If you text her instead of speaking, she responds in the same wayânever makes you feel like itâs weird. Sometimes she even sends voice memos in response, all lazy and affectionate, like, âBabe, you shouldâve seen Jesseâs face when I beat his ass in cards today.â
âĽď¸ Winks at you a lot. Not in a flirty way (okay, sometimes in a flirty way), but mostly in an I got you kinda way. If youâre struggling, if someoneâs being annoying, if she just wants to make you smileâwink.
âĽď¸ At the end of the day, she never sees you as âthe quiet one.â She just sees you. The way you light up when youâre happy, the way you make her feel safe without saying a word. And in return, she makes sure you always know: you donât have to say anything for her to hear you.
#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams x you#ellie x fem reader#ellie williams x reader#ellie x reader#ellie the last of us#ellie willams x reader#ellie williams#ellie williams x y/n#the last of us x reader#the last of us headcanons#tlou#ellie tlou#the last of us
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I know it's well-understood at this point that Kirk/Spock is much more of a nerd4nerd ship than a nerd/jock thing, but it's just been kind of percolating around my mind that both of them aren't just space nerds but space nerds who were personally bullied.
Like, 18-year-old Kirk was targeted by an older bully who combines "total asshole" with "the most grating man in existence":
MCCOY: Well, yeah, I'm beginning to feel a little bit picked-on, if that's what you mean. KIRK: I know the feeling very well. I had it at the Academy. An upperclassman there. One practical joke after another, and always on me. My own personal devil. A guy by the name of Finnegan. MCCOY: And you being the very serious youngâ KIRK: Serious? I'll make a confession, Bones. I was absolutely grim, which delighted Finnegan no end.
This was five years after Kirk survived a genocide, btw, and likely well before his stint as an Academy instructor known to be strict and demanding (which is the period the "stack of books with legs" description of him comes from). By the time he's 33, fifteen years after all this, it turns out one of his deepest fantasies is just beating the shit out of his bully, but only if he can do it According To The Rules (the replica of Finnegan sneers, "Always fight fair, don't you? True officer and gentleman, you").
Spock, meanwhile, is viciously targeted by his Vulcan peers for being biracial from at least age 5; he's described as being tormented by other boys by that age, and "at home nowhere except Starfleet." I think he'd have been 18 or 19 when he left for Starfleet and it's... the least bad of his options, but he seems to have spent his entire career among humans and being persistently subjected to raw racism and profound disrespect for his culture at every turn.
Like, their histories of being metaphorically shoved into lockers are not identical or anything, but I think it's interesting that they both have them.
#i feel like kirk and mccoy are generally seen as more temperamentally aligned despite kirk being emotionally closer to spock#spock representing cold logic and kirk and mccoy as the passionate emotional ones#but i feel like a) spock is wildly emotional just repressed. and coolly utilitarian in philosophy. and usually undemonstrative.#b) mccoy is highly intelligent and sometimes VERY much the voice of reason#(not typically cool rationality but certainly reason - he puts together clues that the others don't see on multiple occasions#he's not as easily derailed by obscuring details or over-cerebral analysis paralysis as the other two imo)#c) but mccoy sometimes struggles with the really big emotional shit and spock is more on kirk's emotional wavelength there#(this is especially obvious in conscience of the king and turnabout intruder but not only there - in both mccoy resists seeing#the full horror of the violations of the most basic rights that kirk has endured while spock is much more sensitive to those things)#and d) kirk is emotionally expressive but typically more cautious and measured in judgment than either of the others#more likely to formulate positions in terms of philosophical principles than mccoy's kneejerk sense of decency#(which sometimes is exactly what's needed and sometimes disastrously lacking in rigor and reflection)#or spock's often brutally utilitarian focus on outcomes that runs roughshod over... like. everyone.#that's why kirk is the mediator; he's not at the exact midpoint in every dispute#but broadly his personality and strengths/weaknesses fall pretty evenly between spock and mccoy#(interestingly i think this is especially noticeable with kirk's infamous seductions - which are rarely motivated by simple desire#they combine the focused perception and expressiveness of mccoy and the brutally self-denying calculations of spock#when sylvia exclaims that he seems warm and passionate but his mind is cold it's like... yeah. softly lit femme fatale james t kirk#it's like the unholy side of kirk's overall approach borrowing pretty equally from both mccoy and spock)#ANYWAY the point is that i don't think kirk is actually more similar to mccoy than he is to spock#and in particular his tendency to repress the horrors and focus on useful concrete action are very akin to spock#long post#anghraine babbles#star peace#otp: the premise#c: who do i need to be#c: i object to intellect without discipline#star trek: the original series#anghraine's meta
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JUST MEET ME AT THE APT.â K. SAE-BYEOK
CHAPTER TEN
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synopsis: managing a rising rock band is already chaotic enough, but when you're stuck touring with four reckless musicians, things get even messier. between late-night facetime calls, teasing that feels a little too knowing, and a certain guitarist who might just be your biggest problem, keeping things professional is getting harder by the second. but hey, no one said the music industry was easy.
warnings: mutual pining, intense eye contact, teasing that borders on flirting (or maybe it is flirting), friends who refuse to mind their business, secondhand embarrassment, slow burn that burns, emotional whiplash, competition??
playlist: spotify
You were going to die.
Like, actually, literally, cease to exist because your heart was beating so violently that it was probably about to explode, and your lungs had decided they no longer wanted to participate in the act of breathing.
The girls were staring at you. Correction: three-fourths of the girls were staring at you. Ji-Yeong was standing on the couch, one foot on the armrest, holding a half-empty iced coffee in one hand and her phone in the other, looking like she was about to deliver a TED Talk.
"You guys," she said, eyes wide, voice hushed. "I need everyone to remain calm."
Se-Mi was already grinning, vibrating with suppressed excitement. "Oh, absolutely not."
No-Eul, who was seated cross-legged on the floor, barely looked up from her book. "Just say it, Ji. Before you combust."
Ji-Yeong took a deep breath, dramatically swiped to refresh the Twitter feed on her phone, and thenâ
"WE GOT NOMINATED FOR A GRAMMY!"
Chaos. Absolute chaos.
Se-Mi shrieked, launching herself across the couch to grab Ji-Yeongâs phone. No-Eul blinked once, twice, and then set her book down with an exhale like she was finally accepting reality.
Sae-Byeok, who had been leaning against the counter, arms crossed in her usual unimpressed stance, went still.
You? You just stood there, gripping your clipboard like it was the last tether to reality, trying to process the words that had just been spoken into existence.
"Wait. Wait. Wait." You snapped out of your trance, reaching for the phone that Se-Mi was now aggressively shaking in front of your face. "Are you serious?"
Ji-Yeong let out a borderline manic laugh, pointing at the screen. "Does this LOOK like Iâm joking?! We just got nominated for Best Rock Album and Best Rock Performance for âROCKSTAR.â"
Se-Mi was already pacing, hands on her head. "Holy shit. Holy shit. Weâre actually going to the Grammys?"
Ji-Yeong dramatically flung herself onto the couch, arms outstretched. "Weâre actually going to the Grammys."
No-Eul, who had been quietly typing on her phone, finally lifted her gaze. "The official Recording Academy account just posted the list." She turned her screen toward you. "Itâs real."
Your brain short-circuited.
Because this? This wasnât just big. This was huge. This was career-defining.
This was the moment you had dreamed of for them.
Sae-Byeok, still eerily silent, finally moved. She walked over to Ji-Yeongâs abandoned coffee on the table, picked it up, and took a long sip.
"Guess we need to buy dresses," she said, completely deadpan.
Se-Mi screamed.
No-Eul actually laughed. Ji-Yeong started yelling something about how she was going to fight Harry Styles for best-dressed on the red carpet.
And you?
You just smiled, heart pounding, because somehowâsomewayâthis was only just the beginning.
A little while after the excitement died down to a normal level, the girls (as in Ji-yeong and Se-mi) decided that it would be a good idea to start shopping.
And the boutique was insane.
Racks of designer gowns stretched wall-to-wall, the air smelled like expensive perfume and wealth, and Se-Mi was already trying on sunglasses that she absolutely did not need.
"We are literally shopping for the Grammys," Ji-Yeong announced dramatically, twirling in front of a mirror. "Do you understand how unhinged that is?"
Se-Mi, now wearing a pair of oversized Gucci shades, nodded solemnly. "I think I blacked out the second we walked in here."
No-Eul was flipping through a rack of sleek suits, completely unfazed. "Try not to pass out before we actually get to the red carpet."
You chuckled, trailing your fingers along the fabric of an elegant dress before moving toward the accessories section, letting the others lose themselves in their respective fashion meltdowns.
And thatâs when you saw them.
A pair of heelsâsleek, timeless, perfect. They werenât too flashy, just the right mix of elegance and edge, and something about them just called to you.
You picked one up, checking the size.
Too small.
You frowned, scanning the display, but every single one was either too big or too small.
Figures.
With a sigh, you set the shoe back down and turned away, pushing it from your mind. It wasnât that big of a deal.
But No-Eul had seen.
She had been flipping through a rack of blazers when she caught the way your face fellâthe tiny frown, the way your fingers lingered on the shoe before you walked away.
At first, she assumed it was the price. This place was ridiculously expensive, after all. But when she subtly checked the tag, she realizedâ
It wasnât the price.
It was the size.
No-Eul, being the quiet observer that she was, didnât say anything. She just turned on her heel, scanned the boutique, and sought out the store owner like it was a mission.
"Do you have these in another size?" she asked, holding up the shoe. "This size, specifically?"
The boutique owner, a well-dressed woman with an expert eye, nodded. "Let me check in the back."
Minutes later, No-Eul had them. The perfect pair. The right size.
She paid for them without hesitation, taking the sleek designer bag and tucking it behind the counter for later. No grand gestures, no need for attentionâjust a quiet, simple act of kindness.
Sae-Byeok had seen the whole thing.
She had been pretending to browse scarves (which she did not need) when she caught No-Eulâs little mission. The subtle way she checked the price, the quick decision to buy them, the way she didnât even tell you.
And it annoyed her.
Not because she didnât want you to have the shoesâno, that was actually kind of sweet.
But because why hadnât she thought of doing something first?
Sae-Byeok had spent so much time watching youâwatching you be there for them, watching you take care of everything, watching you never ask for anything in return.
And now No-Eul was out here being thoughtful and sneaky, and Sae-Byeok was just standing there like an idiot.
Unacceptable.
So, naturally, she decided that if No-Eul got the shoesâshe was going to find you the perfect dress.
"Hey." She appeared beside you, hands in her pockets, her usual unreadable expression in place.
You blinked up at her. "Hey?"
"You found a dress yet?"
You sighed, gesturing at the endless racks. "I have no idea what Iâm doing. This is, like, next-level fashion, and I am but a mere mortal."
Sae-Byeok smirked. "Come on. Letâs find something."
And just like that, she took over.
Before you knew it, Ji-Yeong and Se-Mi had joined the search, the three of them pulling dresses from racks like it was their sole purpose in life.
"This one," Ji-Yeong said, holding up something dramatic and covered in sequins.
"No," Sae-Byeok and Se-Mi said in unison.
Se-Mi held up a sleek, elegant gown with a thigh-high slit. "This is hot."
Sae-Byeok gave her a look. "She needs classy, not âIâm about to murder my rich husband for his inheritance.â"
Ji-Yeong gasped. "Thatâs a great aesthetic, though."
You just stood there, watching them bicker, warmth blooming in your chest.
Because, for the first time in a long time, they werenât just dragging you along for the ride.
They were taking care of you.
And for onceâyou let them.
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#sae byeok#fanfic#saebyeok x reader#squid game#wlw fiction#kang sae byeok x reader#wuh luh wuh#angst#âËŕż just meet me at the apt.
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Need a sadistic older brother who loves to see me crying but only if heâs the one making me cry.
He loves to tease and beat the shit out of me but if anyone else tries, theyâre absolutely fucked.
And after he makes them regret their existence heâs always sure to spend the night making me feel so good I forget anyone but him has ever made me cry
#this is clunky but you get the point#let me be ur easily bullied little bro#fauxcest#t4t fauxcest#brocon#t4t brocon#ftm brocon#ftm fauxcest#mutt.txt
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2 random relationship headcanons âż team thanos
suggestive
âá°lets you take a hit of his vape in the middle of sex. doesn't matter if he's fucking into you or if you're bouncing on his lap. he's grabbing his vape off the bedside box and blowing smoke in your face
"Quit it, Choi."
"Harsh... want a hit? It's cherry lime."
"Sounds awful."
"You say that to everything."
"That's because blue raspberry is the only flavor."
âá°rolls a blunt on your lower back as you're scrolling. swatting at your ass when you laugh too hard and shake some of the bud loose. he finishes it off by keeping his tongue out too long and licking a stripe from the blunt to your side.
"Ew, Su-bong. What have I said about the licking?"
"That you love it and want me to do it."
"I get enough weed stench on me being in your presence. I don't need it embedded into my skin."
"Boring."
âá°brings home random pills he's collected throughout his shift at the club and expects you to take them with him. you always question every little thing about the pill. all he has to do is taking a quick look and knows exactly what it is.
"That's ecstasy. It's an upper."
"So I'll get like super depressed after?"
"Yeah, but I'll be here. It's fun."
"I hallucinate, right?"
"That's one of the symptoms, yeah"
âá°does your nails because he's dead broke. He wishes he could buy you those cute sets you always linger on when online browsing. He found some nail sets on temu and went to a beauty store to buy nail supplies. he kept these hidden while he watched video after video about how to properly do nails.
"Where did you learn this?"
"YouTube."
"Why?"
"Bored."
âá°dyes your hair so long as you agree to go with her when she gets a new piercing. she loves seeing all the different colors you've gone through. she especially loves how you just make shit up, mixing emerald pixie and frozen cotton candy and naming the teal color frozen pixie candy. amazing
"What color are we doing next?"
"I don't know. Any ideas?"
"What about pink. You always look so cute in pink."
"Pervert."
"I didn't even say anything."
âá°rants to you about her day, everyday. at first it was frustrating, it seemed like all she did was complain. the more you bit your tongue and listened you slowly came to realize she needed a new job. immediately. what kind of boss says those things??
"You need to quit."
"I can't just quit."
"I make enough to hold us over until you find another job."
"But we would have to cut down a lot."
"I will do whatever you need."
âá°blushes when you offer to go down on him. you don't do it often since he normally initiates but the few times you do offer his face turns beat red. it always starts at the tip of his ears, moves over to the apples of his cheeks, and ends splattered across his cheat like a renaissance painting.
"You're so red, Min-su."
"Don't tease me."
"I'm not! I promise, I think it's cute. Sexy even."
"Uh-huh."
"No really, It shows how turned on I make you."
âá°genuinely giggles. anytime you get the upper hand during wrestling you stick your fingers right under his chin and start tickling. at first he lets out a sharp laugh. something harsh that is accompanied by kicks. when it really starts getting to be too much he starts giggling uncontrollably.
"Stop. Stop. Too much."
"Say it. Say I'm the champion."
"You're-."
"Min-su."
"You won. You're the champion. Now stop, please. I can't breathe."
âá°watches you whenever you're not looking. He feels like a creep doing it but you're just so gorgeous. Absolutely ethereal and he physically can't keep his eyes off of you. He does it so often he ends up spacing out and you have to raise your voice to snap him out of it.
"Gyeong-su? Gyeong-su!"
"What?"
"Have you heard a single thing I said?"
"What did you say?"
"Unbelievable."
âá°hypes you up any chance he gets. just woke up and need nothing more than a shower? God, baby, you look so good. putting the finishing touches on your makeup before a night out? Wow, you're breathtaking. when you're facedown and his lips are inches from the shell of your ear? Amazing how I get to call you mine.
"Which shirt with these pants?"
"You look amazing in both."
"That's not helpful Gyeong-su."
"But it's the truth."
"Then lie."
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"crybaby." // soldier boy
notes: MDNI 18+ summary: soldier boy knows exactly how to get under your skin. luckily, he knows how to fix it, too. wc: 1110 warnings: p in v (unprotected), dubcon, use of the word 'dad,' arrogant!soldier boy (what else is new), pet names, fem!reader, not proofread, objectification, slight misogyny, age gap, gun mention.
âI donât like you,â you told Soldier Boy. Plain and simple. That was that.Â
There was something about the way he stared, about the way he spoke, about the way he moved. Leather clinging to his skin, a gun plastered to his hip as he barely glanced at you when you talked to him.Â
Soldier Boy, or Ben, was the newest addition to your team, and you had never met anyone who could get under your skin the way he could. He didnât even have to speak to crawl under your skin, resting against every single one of your nerves. It was amazing, truly, the way he could rile you up with a flick of his brow, or the arrogance caress of his tongue against his bottom lip.
Ben only made a gruff noise in response, but you could see the way he lifted his shoulders and dropped them in a way that exuded, âI donât really care.â
âYouâre arrogant,â you told him, deciding that right now was the best time to list all of the things about him that drove you crazy (newsflash: getting into it with Soldier Boy while the two of you were alone was probably your dumbest idea to date), âyou stretch out on the couch like you own the place, the way you walk irritates me, and I think youâre unkind.â
Ben finally looked over at you, a small smirk dancing across his lips as he began counting all of the items you listed on his fingers. You tried not to watch the flick of his fingers, the way the veins on his hands popped as you spoke. âOnly four things? Thereâs gotta be more, princess.â
âSee!â You stood from the couch, hoping someoneâ Frenchie, Hughie, Kimikoâ would walk through the door and save you from having to spend too much alone time with Ben. âThatâs exactly what Iâm talking about. Youâre so arrogant.â
âI never said I wasnât,â Ben threw his shoulders up, nonchalance washed over his features like he didnât have a care in the world. It was absolutely, mind bogglingly infuriating to you.
Typically, you let this kind of stuff roll off your back. If someone annoyed you, you could ignore it. Hell, even if someone was downright mean to you, it was easy to remove yourself from the feelings it stirred and detach from the situation. But for whatever reason, that was not the case with Soldier Boy. The more you tried to detach yourself, the more you found yourself doing the complete opposite.
âWhatever,â you huffed, falling back into the couch, careful to leave enough space between yourself and Ben.
âI think you just donât know how to handle me,â Ben stated, running his palm against the meat of his thigh as he stretched his legs out, completely manspreading.
âWhat?â The hell was that supposed to mean?
âI mean,â Ben sat up straighter, his eyes now locked on the side of your head as you tried your best to not catch his gaze, âI think youâre used to boys who you can boss around, and I donât take shit like that from you which makes you feel a little⌠Well, crazy.â
You could feel your throat tightening. The worst thing about when you felt angry, or worse, called out, was the tears that would prickle at the corner of your eyes. As soon as that feeling settled in, it was hard to stop. Saliva pooled in your mouth, frustration causing your heart to beat a little faster.
âNo,â you tried to correct him, but your voice quivered just enough to catch his attention, and his expression which was once nonchalant was now piqued with interest. You could see it, the way Benâs eyes were lighting up, his lips turning upward into a devilish smile. And this was probably the most irritating thing about himâ he was so handsome.
âCrybaby,â Ben cooed, his tone laced with mockery, a delicate taunt dancing across his face as he offered a faux pout. âCome here.â
You sat there, arms crossed over your chest as he mocked you, only adding to the pressure you felt in your chest and tightness in your throat. How were you supposed to respond to that? As so many iterations of responses you might be able to conjure if you werenât feeling so overwhelmed flowed in and out of your brain, Ben piped up once more. âI said câmere.â
There wasnât any rhyme or reason as to why you listened to him, why you moved across the couch cushions like a kitten, and crawled into his lap when you were just telling him how much you didnât like him. And you didnât understand why you didnât protest when he lifted your skirt just enough to slide his thumb in between your thighs and stroke softly, almost in a soothing way.
âDadâs gotcha,â Ben said, and you froze at his words, not expecting to like the way they fell from his lips in hushed whisper, âweâve just gotta fuck it out right, princess?â
And thatâs how you ended up with his cock inside of you, curling up into you as he moved you up and down his shaft in a beat that kissed your cervix with every slam. His hands were wrapped around your hips, fingers indented into your skin in such a harsh way, you were sure there would be bruises in the shape of his fingers tomorrow.
Whines pulled from your throat, falling from your lips as your eyes rolled to the back of your head in pure ecstasy.
âI hate you,â you told him, riding him reverse cowgirl style on the couch that the rest of team payback would be splaying out on later. Did you feel a little guilty for this? Yeah. A bit. But no one had to know, right?
âYou donât hate me, princess,â Ben corrected, pushing up into you as his large hands moved your core back down on him. That one motion pushed you over the edge completely, hitting your peak without any clitoral stimulation.
The moans that came from you were moans you didnât even know you could curate. They sounded innately primal, desire consuming your every being as you rode out your high on his cock, sweat accumulating in a thin layer on top of your skin.Â
âWeâll do that again?â You asked Ben, nearly forgetting that this was the same man you were adamant about hating, his cock still inside of you as you leaned your back against his chest, heaves causing your chest to rise and fall at a fast pace, âright?â
âIf youâre good,â Ben could only chuckle.
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Foxie, Becks and Butcher, Too
A Billy Butcher POV fic
'The course of true love never did run smooth' - as Billy Butcher's about to find out...
This story is based on several Butcher-yapping sessions I've had with the absolute legend @vulgarcupcake, whom I bloody adore.
â ď¸ Smut below the cut, along with all the dark shit to be expected from a fic set in 'The Boys' universe - MDNI
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Seedy donât even begin t'describe this fuckinâ shit'ole.Â
Stinks oâstale beer, cheap aftershave anâ desperation. The kinda joint where the bouncers are too busy floggin' crack t'stop the strippers gettin' mauled by punters.Â
But filf festers in places like this, so âere I am - tryna find this fuckinâ z-list supe âoo claims âe knows summink thatâd take them Vought cunts down fâgood.
I lean against the sticky bar, scanninâ the room, when the lights dim and âThunderstruckâ starts blastinâ frew the speakers - just about loud enuff t'make me fuckinâ ears bleed. The crowd shifts, all eyes look to the stage, and me - well, I turn tâlook, too, more out of âabit than any real interest.Â
But then I see âem.
Jesus fuckinâ Christ.
Two oâthe most stunninâ birds Iâve ever clapped eyes on, movinâ abouâ like they own the fuckinâ place.Â
Oneâs a tiny fing, platinum blonde âair wiv these black streaks frew the ends, all sass and wicked smirks. Looks like sheâd eat ya alive an' laugh while she's doinâ it. The uvver one- fuck me - sheâs got curves thatâd make a priest reconsider âis vows, a dark red pixie cut and these sultry eyes that flick over the crowd like sheâs tryna choose âer next victim.
They strut t'the front oâ the stage as the beat kicks in, âips swayinâ in sync, tits 'n arse cheeks bouncinâ about - the âole fuckinâ rooms vibratinâ off their energy.
The blonde grabs the pole, spins âerself round so smoove, itâs like sheâs weightless, then drops low, archinâ âer back jusâ right. The redâead stalks forward, slow 'n deliberate, lockinâ eyes wiv some poor sod in the front row who's probly jusâ shot âis load in âis fuckinâ trousers.
I should be finkinâ 'bout me mission - the scumbag Iâm sposed tâbe huntinâ down, but all I can do is stare. Me mowfâs gone dry, me âands tight on me glass, anâ fâthe first time in fuck knows âow long, Iâm bloody mesmerised.
Then, just as that screechinâ guitar solo âits, the redâead flicks âer gaze my way - looks right at me - anâ whips âer top off.
And fuck me if I donât feel like Iâm the one beinâ hunted now.
Then it âappens.
Some fat-fingered, lairy twat in a cheap suit - some banker or city prick, no doubt - gets it in âis âead that âis front row seat means 'e can do more than just lookâ. âE reaches up, grabs an âandful oâthe blondeâs arse like eâs paid for it.
Big. Fuckinâ. Mistake.
Before I can even set me drink down, she swings round and chins the cunt. No âesitation, no messinâ - just a straight-up, solid fuckinâ right âook to âis jaw. The crack of itâs fuckinâ beautiful. Prick goes down like a sack oâspuds, clutchinâ âis face, shock all over âis punchable gob.
Then âis mate - annuver greasy-lookin' wanker - jumps up from âis seat, all puffed up, actinâ like eâs about tâdo summink about it. But before âe can even open âis gob, the redâeadâs there.
She donât just step in - nah -she fuckin' flies. Legs 'round âis waist, fists in âis hair, draggin' âim down t'the floor like some feral fuckinâ cat. Eâs too busy shriekinâ n flailinâ t'fight back. The bouncers finally decide to earn their fuckinâ pay, 'aulinâ the two twats off while the rest oâthe room cheers like they just watched the main event at a fuckinâ boxing match.
I just lean back against the bar, chucklinâ to meself.
Fink I might 'ave t'come 'ere more often.
A minute later, the scent of vanilla and a bit oâviolence âits me, and I donâ even âave to look tâknow ooâs just walked up. One on eiver side oâme. The blonde perches âerself against the bar to me right, knuckles still red, lips curled in satisfaction. The redâead slinks up on me left, smug as fuck, shakinâ out âer âands like she ain't just flattened some city wanker in record time.
They both signal the bartender at the same time. âFive shots,â they say, almost in sync.
Five? Each?
The drinks are lined up in seconds, and before I can even make a smart-arsed remark, they grab their glasses and knock âem back like itâs fuckinâ water.
I watch, properly fuckinâ transfixed, as they down every last drop. Neiver of âem even winces.
The blonde slams âer last glass down, licks âer lips, then glances up at me.
The redâead does the same, then tilts âer âead, lookinâ me up and down like sheâs measurinâ me up.
I exhale slow, grinninâ.
âEveninâ, ladies,â I say, all smoove like, before downinâ me own drink.Â
âCrackin' show, thatâŚâ
I glance between âem, still fuckinâ reelinâ from what I just witnessed. Ainât often ya see a couple oâstrippers deck two pricks. These are definitely the kinda gells ooâd eat a bloke alive and not even leave the bones.
I huff a laugh, leaninâ on the bar. âIâd offer to buy you boaf a drink, but summinkâ tells me if I said the wrong fing, youâd rip me fuckinâ bollocks off.â
The blonde barks out a proper, froaty laugh, smirkinâ up at me, eyes glintinâ. âYou wishâŚâ she purrs, flickinâ a bit of âer bloody gorgeous âair over âer shoulder.
The redâead just grins slow, proper dangerous-like, and steps in closer - right into me space. She tilts âer head, eyes gleaminâ under the neon lights. âWhen I get my hands on your bollocks,â she murmurs - 'n fuck me, she's a Brit, âit wonât be to rip âem off.â
Jesus fuckinâ Christ.
I swallow âard, heat shootinâ straight t'me cock. I ainât a nervous bloke - donât get rattled easy - but fuck me if that didnât just knock the wind right outta me sails. She knows exactly what sheâs doinâ, the little minx. And the blonde? Sheâs watchinâ it all wiv a knowing look, like sheâs waitinâ to see if Iâll crumble.
Not a fuckinâ chance.
I grin, signal to the bartender. âRight then. Letâs get some more shots in, shall we?â
Few minutes later, weâve got fresh drinks in âand, and Iâm feelinâ the warm buzz oâwhiskey makinâ its way frew me system. I clink me glass against theirs, eyes flickinâ between âem. âSo, what do I call you, then? Or am I just gonna keep thinkinâ of ya as the two sexiest fuckinâ women Iâve ever seen in me life?â
The blonde chuckles, rollinâ âer eyes. âFoxie,â she says, tappinâ âer shot glass against mine before knockinâ it back like a pro. Fuck me. She's fuckinâ foxy alright.
âBecks,â the red'ead says, voice like warm fuckinâ honey.
Foxie ân Becks.
I roll their names over in me âead, takinâ anuvver slow sip oâwhiskey. Two of âem, right âere, pressinâ in close, flirtinâ back just as âard as Iâm throwinâ it. And me? Iâm in fuckinâ turmoil.
Because I genuinely canât choose which one I want most.
Foxieâs all wicked grins and flirty, she's absolutely stunninâ and is definitely trouble - a tiny little firecracker ooâd probly set me âole life alight just for the fun o'watchinâ it burn. Becks is pure filf, wiv the most crackinâ set o'tits I've ever seen and a mouth that could fuckinâ talk a bloke into - or out of - anyfin.
I wanâem boaf.
And if I ain't mistaken, they boaf fuckinâ know it.
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The booze is flowinâ, the flirtinâs gettinâ filfier, and Iâm âavinâ the best fuckinâ night Iâve âad in years. Foxieâs perched on me right, leaninâ in every time she laughs, âer little âand on me arm, eyes flashinâ like she knows exactly âow much trouble she is. Becks is on me left, battinâ 'er eyelashes and touchinâ me up, âer voice drippinâ wiv suggestion every time she opens that wicked mowf. Iâd be lyinâ if I said I werenât absolutely fuckinâ smitten - anâ absolutely fuckinâ torn.
An hourâs gone by in a blur oâwhiskey, teasinâ, and them takinâ turns windinâ me up so bad I can barely fink straight. The clubâs windinâ down now, punters stumblinâ out into the night, and itâs clear as fuck where this is âeaded. They boaf want me. Boaf of âem. And I, in all me years of chasinâ skirt, âave never been in such a fuckinâ predicament.
I push back from the bar, stretchinâ me arms over me âead. âRight,â I say, grinninâ. âI need a slash. But when I get back, you two are gonna have to play Rock, Paper, Scissors over me or somethinâ, âcause I ainât got a fuckinâ clue âow to pick between ya.â
Foxie just giggles, downinâ the last of âer drink. Becks smirks over the rim of âers, archinâ a single, perfict brow.
I âead off to the bogs, splash a bit oâ cold water on me face, and stare at meself in the mirror. Jesus, Butcher. What the fuck are you doinâ?
I know EXACTLY what Iâm doin'.
When I step back out into the club, theyâre still at the bar, standinâ close, talkinâ low between âemselves. Their eyes flick up to me at the same time, and summink about the way theyâre lookinâ at me makes the âairs on the back oâme neck stand up.
Foxie tilts âer head, smilinâ as she taps a finger against âer lips. âSo, ButcherâŚâ
Becks leans in, voice all warm and velvety. âWhat ifâŚâ She lets it âang there, just for a second, before she grins.
Foxie finishes for âer. âYou didnât have to choose?â
I fuckinâ freeze.
And then, very fuckinâ slowly, a grin spreads across me face.
âLadies,â I murmur, steppinâ closer, lettinâ me gaze flick between âem. âI fink I just âad the best piss oâme fuckinâ life.â
Foxie âolds up âer âand, âer smirk wideninâ. âHold on a minute, big boy.â
Becks leans in, mirrorinâ âer, and I swear Iâve never been more fuckinâ eager to âear whatâs cominâ next.
âJust so weâre clear,â Foxie purrs, eyes glintinâ wicked, âwe come as a pair, yeah, but not in the way youâre thinkinâ.â
Becks tilts âer head, trailinâ a finger along the rim of âer empty glass. âYou can have us both,â she murmurs, âbut not at the same time.â
Foxie leans in close, âer breath warm against me ear. âWeâll share you. No questions asked. No jealousy, no moaninâ, no naggingâŚâ
Becksâ lips brush against me ear as she whispers. âThe best of both worlds.â
I stare at âem, flickinâ me gaze between the two, and for the first time ever, Iâm speechless. Two of the most stunninâ, dangerous, sexy birds Iâve ever laid eyes on, and theyâre offerinâ me a fuckinâ dream scenario.
I let out a low chuckle, shakinâ me âead. âThis night,â I murmur, grinninâ like the bastard I am, âjust keeps gettinâ better.â
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We stumble into mine, the door barely clickinâ shut before the gells make âemselves at âome like theyâve been âere a hundred times before. Foxie kicks off âer âeels, stretchinâ like a cat, while Becks flops onto me couch, arms drapinâ over the back like she owns the fuckinâ fing. Itâs a sight, I tell ya - the pair of âem lounginâ round me gaff like they belong âere.Â
I could definitely get used to this.
I grab a bottle oâwhiskey, pour three glasses, then drop meself onto the couch right between âem. They donât waste a bloody second - Foxie leans into me right side, âer little fingers trailinâ up me arm, while Becks presses in close on the left, âer thigh warm against mine. I take a slow sip, feelinâ proper fuckinâ smug.
âSo,â I say, âright. âOwâs this gonna work then?â
They share a look, Foxieâs lips twitchinâ, Becksâ smile filfy as ever.
âYou choose,â Foxie says simply, eyes dark and glintinâ. âWhoever you want tonight. No hard feelings.â
Becks nods, dragginâ âer fingers slow over me knee. âWe promised, didnât we? No jealousy, no drama.â
I glance between âem, then huff out a laugh. âOh, bollocks to that. I ainât gonna choose.â
I dig in me pocket, pull out a coin, anâ âold it up between me fingers. ââEds, Foxie. Tails, Becks.â
They watch, amused, as I flip the bastard. The coin spins in the air, catchinâ the light, and when it lands on me palm, I flip it over t'the back oâme uvver 'and.
'Eads it is.
Foxie grins, triumphant, while Becks just chuckles, stretchinâ âer arms over âer âed like she ainât got a care in the world.
âRight then,â I say, pushinâ meself up. âLetâs get you sorted, love.â
I grab a pillow and blanket from me cupboard, tossinâ âem onto the couch. âComfy as fuck, that couch,â I tell Becks, watchinâ as she flops down like sheâs testinâ it out.
Before I turn tâleave, I crouch down, catch âer chin between me fingers, and press a slow, deep kiss to âer lips. She hums against me mouth, all warm anâ lazy, and when I pull back, I let a low growl rumble from me throat.
âNight, love,â I tell âer.
Foxie grabs me âand, tugginâ me towards me bedroom, but Becks just grins up at me from the couch.
âNight, Butcher, night Fox - don't break him!â she says, only âalf jokinâ. Fuck - what âave I let meself in for?
And wiv that, me and Foxie disappear into me bedroom, leavinâ Becks stretched out, smilinâ to âerself, like she already knows âer turnâll come soon enough.
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As soon as the bedroom door clicks shut, Foxieâs on me like a fuckinâ wildfire, pressinâ me back against it, âer li'le âands already slidinâ up me chest. Sheâs tiny, barely comes up to me chin, but Christ, the way she moves - like sheâs already got me figured out, already knows exactly what sheâs doinâ to me.
I let out a low chuckle, thumbinâ a strand of âer platinum hair, feelinâ the silky softness between me fingers. âYouâre a right little menace, ainât ya?â
She grins up at me, all teeth and trouble. âYou love it.â
She ainât wrong.
I grab âer waist, pullinâ âer in flush, feelinâ the heat of her pressed against me. Itâs been a long fuckinâ time since Iâve âad a woman like this - one thatâs all confidence, no âesitation, knows exactly what she wants and ainât afraid tâtake it. And fuck me, does she take it.
Her mowfâs on mine before I can fink, kissinâ me like she means to fuckinâ ruin me, âer âands slidinâ up into me hair, tugginâ just enough to make me groan into âer lips. She tastes like whisky anâ trouble, and bollocks, Iâm in deep.
Me fingers skim under the hem of er top, findinâ bare, warm skin, and she arches into me, humminâ against me mouth like sheâs already got plans for how this nightâs gonna go. I back âer up towards the bed, âands roaminâ, touchinâ, takinâ in every inch of âer like I need tâmemorise it. Because fuck, I do.
This ain't just a quick fuck - it ain't just about scratchin' an itch. It's sumfin else entirely. Sumfin sharp anâ electric, a proper fizz in the air, like sheâs got some kinda spell on me.
And the worst part? I donât even fuckinâ care.
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I wake up to the smell of bacon. Proper thick-cut, none oâthat supermarket shite. First thought in me head? Fuck me, Iâve died and gone to âeaven.
Foxieâs still sprawled out beside me, âair a mess, lips all swollen from last night. I let me fingers drift down âer back, lazy ân light, but she just grumbles, buryinâ âer face in me pillow. Right then - guess Iâm flyinâ solo.
I pull on me joggers, drag meself outta bed, and wander into the kitchen, rubbinâ the sleep out me eyes. And there she is - Becks, stood at the stove like sheâs done it a thousand fuckinâ times before, âair a messy li'le pixie halo, flippinâ bacon wiv the kinda focus usually reserved for bomb disposal.
She clocks me standinâ there and smiles over her shoulder. âMorninâ, Billy.â
I lean against the counter, arms crossinâ over me chest, watchinâ as she plates up eggs, sausages, the works. âYou been out?â
âCourse,â she says, like itâs the most normal fing in the world. âFigured youâd need proper fuel after last night.â
I huff out a laugh, runninâ an âand frew me âair. âYou takinâ the piss?â
She grins. âMaybe a little.â
I glance at the spread on the table - bacon crisped up just right, eggs lookinâ golden ân runny, black pudding, mushrooms, the fuckinâ lot. âJesus Christ,â I mutter, sinkinâ into a chair. âYou tryna make me fall in love with ya?â
Becks just winks, settinâ a mug of tea down in front oâme. âEat first. Declare undyinâ devotion later.â
Just then, Foxie staggers in, âair all over the shop, wearinâ one of me shirts thatâs way too big on âer, lookinâ sexy as fuck. She lets out a delighted little gasp when she sees the food. âGood olâ Becks - I'm fucking starvingâ
Becks just nudges a plate towards her. âEat up, gorgeous.â
And so we do - three of us sat round me kitchen table, laughinâ, nickinâ bits off each otherâs plates, like weâve been doinâ this fâyears. Itâs fuckinâ weird, in the best way. Easy. Natural.
I sip me tea, lookinâ between âem, and shake me âead wiv a smirk. I dunno what the fuck Iâve gotten meself into - but I ainât complaininâ.
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I barely make it frew the day. Every time I look at Becks, Iâm finkinâ about whatâs cominâ later. She knows it, too - the little look she gives me every time I catch âer eye, the way she brushes past me, barely fuckinâ touchinâ me, but leavinâ me burninâ all the same. Foxie clocks it straight away, the smug little cow, anâ she just gives me a wink over âer tea and says, âWell, you two are gonna be useless today.â
She ainât wrong.
By the time night rolls round, Iâm climbinâ the fuckinâ walls. Foxie gives Becks a liâle nudge as she âeads off to the couch, tellinâ âer to âplay nice,â and Becks just laughs, low and husky, shootinâ me a look that damn near finishes me off on the spot.
The second the bedroom door shuts beâind us, Iâve got âer pinned against it, one âand tangled in that dark red pixie cut, the uvver already slidinâ down âer waist. She lets out a breathy little laugh, all warm anâ wicked, tiltinâ âer âead back like sheâs invitinâ me to do me worst.
Oh, love, you dunno what youâve just signed up for.
I kiss âer like I mean to wreck âer - slow at first, deep anâ teasing, then âarder when she makes this little noise in the back of âer throat, fists tight in me âair. Sheâs all curves, soft in all the right places, and fuck me, she smells good. Like vanilla and sin.
âBeen waitinâ fâthis all day,â I mutter against âer lips, slidinâ me âands under her shirt, finally gettinâ me âands on them tits. Fuckinâell - what a pair they are.
She grins, eyes dark wiv mischief. âOh yeah?â âEr fingers tug at me waistband, dragginâ me closer. âGuess weâd better make it worth the wait then.â
Fuckinâell. Iâm gone.
I growl low in me throat, haulinâ âer up, and she wraps âer legs round me waist like she was made for it. Christ, the feel of âer - warm, soft, all smug confidence like she knows sheâs got me in the fuckinâ palm of âer âand. And she does. Oh, she does.
I carry âer to the bed, droppinâ âer onto the mattress wiv a bounce, and she props âerself up on âer elbows, lookinâ at me like Iâm âer next meal.
âGonna stand there all night, big boy?â she teases, runninâ âer tongue over âer bottom lip, an fuckinâ hell, I nearly lose it.
I climb over âer, settlinâ meself between âer thighs, lettinâ me weight press er into the bed, and she shivers, eyes dark as sin. âYouâre a proper filthy fucker, you know that?â I mutter against âer jaw, kissinâ my way down âer neck.
She hums, archinâ up into me, âands slidinâ down towards me cock, sendinâ a thrill right frew me. âYeah, but you love it.â
Canât argue wiv that.
I take me time, explorinâ every inch of âer, memorisinâ the sounds she makes, the way she moves under me. Itâs different from Foxie - where Foxie was all wild energy, Becks is slow, sultry, like sheâs enjoyinâ every second, makinâ sure I do too. Itâs fuckinâ intoxicatinâ.
She rolls us over sudden-like, straddlinâ me wiv a wicked grin, âands pressed to me chest. âMy turn,â she murmurs, leaninâ down to kiss me, slow and deep, stealinâ every last bit oâ control I âad left.
I am so fuckinâ done for.
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The roomâs all warm anâ cozy, tangled sheets and the scent of Becks still clinginâ t me skin. Sheâs out cold, one arm draped over me stomach, âer breff slow anâ steady against me chest. I slip out careful-like, grabbinâ me joggers from the floor, and pad out to the kitchen, needinâ a drink, a smoke, and a fuckinâ minute to get me head straight.
I light up, takinâ a deep drag, lettinâ the smoke curl in me lungs before breavinâ it out slow. The place is silent, just the faint hum of the fridge and the distant rumble of cars outside. Itâs peaceful. Almost too peaceful, considerinâ the absolute madness of the last twenty-four hours.
I should be confused, right? I should be sittinâ here, tryinâ tâfigure out which one of âem I want more, which oneâs got me proper. But I ainât. Cos I canât fuckinâ choose.
Foxie, wiv âer magic li'le mowf. The way she fuckinâ owned me cock and ran âer âands all over me like âer life depended on it. And Becks, all slow ân sensual, makinâ me feel I was summink special just by the way she looked at me. And the way she moaned my name when I first stuck me cock in âer. Fuck.
'Ow the fuck am I meant to pick?
And then it âits me - I donât âave to.
I don't want to.
They donât want me to.Â
Theyâve already worked it all out, already set the rules, and bollocks if it donât make perfect sense. I get âem both. No jealousy, no moaninâ, no drama. Just me and me gells.
I let out a deep breff, then take another drag, a slow smirk spreadinâ across me lips.
Yeah.
This can definitely fuckinâ work.
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I dunno exactly when it âappened - one minute they were crashinâ at mine now and then, the next, their shit was everywhere - fuckinâ perfumes takinâ over me bathroom, bras âanginâ off the back of me chair, and me kitchen permanently stocked with Becksâ dodgy fuckinâ vodka and Foxieâs 900 different types o'soddinâ pasta. Proper fuckinâ nutjobs, the both of âem.Â
But I wouldnât change âem for the bloody world.
Foxie, me little crybaby, snivels over everyfin. Some daft advert on the telly? Tears. I fuck me fleshlighâ t'teach âer a lesson? Waterworks. I barely fuckinâ touch her with a joke punch, and sheâs clutchinâ her arm like I just shattered the fuckinâ fing. But sheâs got an âeart the size oâthe fuckinâ moon, and it ainât just herself sheâs cryinâ over - sheâs always lookinâ out for Becks ân me.
And Becks? Fuckinâ liability, that one. Proper mowfy gobshite, âspecially when sheâs âammered, which is quite a lot. The amount oâtimes Iâve âad tâdrag âer away from some poor cunt sheâs squared up to, pint in âand, swayinâ on âer feet but refusinâ to back down. Christ. And yet, someâow, she always gets away wiv it, flashinâ her fuckinâ cleavage anâ battinâ them big eyes âtil sheâs the bloody victim of the âole situation.
I keep tellinâ âem boaf to pack in the strippinâ, but do they listen? Do they fuck. So now Iâm sneakinâ into the club most nights, nursinâ a whiskey at the back, keepinâ an eye out - just tâmake sure no cunt so much as breaves the wrong way near âem. They know, oâcourse - pair oâsmug little bitches they are - always sendinâ me cheeky winks from the stage, Becks pushinâ âer tits togevver or blowinâ me kisses, Foxie wearinâ them tiny knickers ân knee socks she knows I can't resist âer in - just tâtake the piss.
Theyâre a mess. But theyâre my fuckinâ mess.Â
And god âelp any cunt âoo ever fuckinâ upsets âem - cos I'll fuckinâ kill âem.
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Been fuckinâ burned, ain't we.
Iâm fuckinâ dreadinâ this. Not the safe house. Not Vought breavinâ down me neck. Not even the fact me âole lifeâs just gone up in flames again. Nah, whatâs got me sweatinâ is me gells.
âCause I ainât exactly told The Boys about âem.
Werenât âiding it, exactly - just never got round tâyappinâ about me domestic situation. âOi, lads, pass the whiskey - and oh, by the way, Iâm shagginâ two gorgeous but absolute nutter strippers. Oh, and they live wiv meâŚâ didnât seem like natural conversation.Â
But now, I ainât got a choice - they got nowhere tâlive. Turns out they âad t'do a runner from their place after Becks chinned the bloody landlord cos the âcheeky cuntâ asked for the seven monthsâ rent she âjust forgotâ tâpay.
So - they gotta come wiv me. Cos Christ - they ain't bloody safe tâbe left t'fend for âemselves.
I glance over at âem in the back seat, where theyâre pissinâ about like this is some bloody road trip anâ not me worst fuckinâ nightmare. âRight,â I warn âem as we set off. âI need you two to fuckinâ beâave yerselves.â
âYes, Billy,â they chirp in unison, like butter wouldn't fuckinâ melt.
It crosses me mind that I'd rather just put me foot down ân chuck meself out the bloody car door than try tâmake this pair listen to a bloody word I say again.
âNo - donât you âyes, Billyâ me. I fuckinâ mean it. No windinâ M.M up. No flirtinâ with Frenchie or nickinâ âis stash. And for the love of fuck, do not - DO NOT! - get âUghie involved in any of your bullshit.â
Foxie gasps, all fake innocence. âBilly, Iâm hurt.â
âOi! Jusâ fuckinââ listen, yeah? Anâ donâ be startinâ any shit wiv Starlight or Kimiko, neaver. Do you fuckin âear me?â
Becks smirks, spreadinâ her legs wide open, flashinâ âer minge, just t'piss me off a bit more. âCâmon, Butch - weâre angels.â
Angels, my fuckinâ arse.
I know EXACTLY âow this is gonna go.Â
And I know - wivout a fuckinâ shadow of a doubt - that I will never âear the end oâthis from the lads.
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I knew it. I fucking knew it.
From the second I stepped frew that door wiv me gells in tow, I knew it was gonna be absolute fucking carnage. And lo and bloody beâoldâŚ
M.M. just stares at âem - ân goes from nought t'raginâ in 0.01 seconds. âButcher,â he says, real slow. âWhy the FUCK have you brought two hookers to this safe house?â
I damn near snap me own teef grindinâ âem togevver. âOi - watch yer fuckinâ mowf, M. This is Foxie, ân this Becks - they're⌠well, they're me gells, ain't they.â
âUghie, the soft bastard, looks baffled. âWait - wait⌠What do you mean, âyour girlsâ?â He gestures wildly between me anâ the pair of âem, who true t'form are struttinâ âround the place like itâs theirs already. âButcher⌠are you their fucking pimp?â
Foxie bursts out laughinâ, wrappinâ herself round me arm. Becks just cackles.
âOh, for fuckâs sake,â I mutter, rubbinâ me face. âTheyâre me birds, alright? Weâre -â I wave me âand, tryna find the right words.
Foxie hums, lookinâ thoughtful. âI wouldnât call it dating, exactly.â
âNo - I'd describe it as âfuckingââ- like - A LOT. A co-habiting fuck-triangle, maybe?â Becks cuts in, all bolshy. âAnd for the record, m ân m or whatever your name is - weâre strippers, actually.â And before I can stop âer, she flashes âer fuckinâ tits right there in the middle of the room.
âUghie looks like âes gonna âit the deck, and Annie practically dives in front of âim, tryna shield âis poor fuckinâ innocent eyes.
M.M. looks two seconds from murder. âThatâs it. Thatâs fuckinâ it. Weâre all dead.â
Frenchie, on the other hand? Absolutely delighted. âOh, mon dieu, this is fantastic.â And before I can stop âer, Foxieâs climbed into âis lap, wrappinâ âer arms round âis neck anâ startinâ up a bloody lap dance.
Kimiko's takinâ it all in, clearly findinâ the âole fing fuckinâ hilarious. Annie looks like sheâd rarver go back to The Seven than stay âere. âUghie's rockinâ back and forth mutterinâ âwhy does this shit keep happening to meâ repeatedly. M.M. - well âe looks like âe might need a fuckinâ ambulance.
I just sigh, already headinâ fâthe whisky. This is me life now.
I've not even left the bloody room before Becks pipes up.
âSkin up then Frenchie, there's a good'un. Iâll rack us up some lines, yeah? Where's your stash, babe? Grab some vodka, Fox. Let's get this party started!â
Foxie cheers. âFancy another lapdance, French? Where's the stereo? Dry humping's better when music is pumping - that's my mottoâŚâ
Frenchie looks like e'd âappily 'stay on the run forever.
I donâ even bovver tryna find a glass - m'just gonna neck the âole fuckinâ bottle.Â
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I absolutely adore the SDV characters and find it really easy to like them because of how nuanced and relatable many of them are.
The one I âdislikeâ most is Pierre but while having credit being stolen from me makes me reasonably upset, I canât even outright dislike him. This is because my friend brought up the wonderful concept of Pierre/Morris corporate slime x capitalist slime toxic yaoi and now I canât stop laughing while imagining them making out in the CC while beating the shit out of each other
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Daily Writing Challenge February 2025 Day 5 - Navigate
Veilos leaned both elbows atop the desk, resting his face against his fists as he stared blankly at the closed door to his office at The Shielded Mind. All of his appointments for the day were finished, and he was done cleaning and tidying up. From the sound of it, or lack thereof, everyone else had finished up for the day as well and departed, aside from a small handful of night crew.
It had been about two weeks now since he had started working for the clinic, and while he loved the job and helping people, it still felt as if something were missing. He had been a career military man up until his medical discharge, and before the invasion of the scourge in Quelâthalas, he always had someone to come home to. Now, it was just him. He wasnât seeking pity, his situation was no different from that of many others that had lived through that horrible event. The vast majority lost all or most of their family and friends, but not even the shared trauma could cure how lonely it could be. At times it felt like an impossible situation to navigate.
He could go home, he should go home, make himself dinner and focus on relaxing. Instead, he sat there and stared at the door, feeling completely unable to even make himself budge an inch. Depression was one hell of a drug, and even with proper medication and healthy habits, it never went away completely. However, if he kept sitting here and staring, his mind would start wandering too much and he would no doubt end up attempting to wash away his feelings at the bottom of a bottle.
Reluctantly and with a great amount of effort, he stood and made his way towards the outside of the building, breathing in the crisp twilight air. He didnât want to go home just yet, but he also couldnât stay here - so instead he wandered aimlessly. His path unconsciously brought him to the infamous Murder Row, a place he had previously done his best to avoid at nights. Although the way he felt right now, if anyone tried to fuck with him they would be in for a world of hurt.
A sudden, muffled roar of cheers and applause coming from inside of a nearby building immediately caught his attention. There were no bouncers present outside, so whatever this was didnât appear to be some sort of private affair. He would find out soon enough. He walked into the dingy dive bar where a few patrons clustered around the small tables and bar - surely this was not where all that noise had been coming from.
âBrawl is downstairs if thatâs what yer lookinâ for. Through them back doors and down the steps to the right.â The bartender called out while refilling a couple mugs.
He had visited a few brawling clubs in his younger years, but had never participated himself. While he was trained in hand-to-hand combat, being punched for fun and sport had never been his cup of tea. Regardless, he continued downstairs, eyes widening as the area opened up into a rather swanky club. It could be assumed this space was also used as a night club at some point, with all the bars and booths hugging the outside of the space and a large open ring in the center.
The excitement of the crowd gathered around the two fighters was contagious, and he found himself suddenly enamored with the entire atmosphere. He maneuvered his way to the front of the crowd, eagerly watching these two participants beat the absolute shit out of each other while everyone around placed bets, and smoked and drank and took drugs of all sorts with no fear of consequence. It was exciting and thrilling, the spike of adrenaline was more than he had felt in the past year.
When one man was finally knocked out, some of the crowd threw up their arms and cheered while others groaned at their loss. A couple large bouncer types dragged the unconscious man out of the ring as a gorgeous, fiery redhead stepped into the center with microphone in hand. âWell friends, it looks like we have an opening. Any of you brave souls want to step into the ring and show us what you got?â Before Veilos could even talk himself out of it, he found himself speaking up as he ducked through the barrier. âMe. Iâll do it.â
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Carmy absolutely does do things that are shitty all the time. All the stuff about ditching the restaurant to hang out with Claire in S2, for example. Which is letting Syd and his entire team down. Carmy can sleep with or date whoever he wants, thatâs not the problem for me and doesnât really need any excuse. Syd is not actively pursuing Carmy romantically at all.
Claire isnât responsible for him ditching, either, but she doesnât give a shit and actually tries to distract him from building his new restaurant. She plays on his confusion and brings up his abusive mother and the cannolis, which he tells Syd he hates and is an obvious trigger for him.
âNo oneâs ever made dinner for me.â
Carmy is easily guilted and unsure of what he wants because heâs been manipulated by his family which she also knows about. She knows heâs confused about her, too, she just doesnât care. Sheâs definitely taking advantage of his mental state.
She keeps asking about the phone number in order to get the answer she wants. Threatening to have Faks beat him up. Telling him heâs being weird/difficult for not dropping everything to help her move her mom. Sheâs been kind of stalking him via Neil (also Neil directly influences Carmy as well). Itâs implied Nat sees it as a positive and Richie encourages it. Leaving the âI love youâ on a VM on Friends & Family?
And she kind of gets what she gives, right? He flip flops on her because she makes him uneasy because sheâs subtly manipulative (instead of direct like his mom) and she didnât expect him to drop her until she was done having her thrills. Or choose something (or someone) else over her.
I really feel if Carmy were a female character people wouldnât act like she owed someone like Claire all of this. People would see the gaslighting and isolating from family (co-workers), and having her good time at their expense. People would be talking about how manipulative Claire is. Instead I feel like because Claireâs aggression is hidden behind softness it gets a pass.
Claire is also just as messed up as Carmy. But sheâs figured out how to hide how messed up she with her facade and by watching otherâs pain which the show repeatedly shows her talking about and doing over and over again. She is aware of what sheâs doing.
Does Carmy know what heâs doing? No, he doesnât. He tried dating Claire because he wanted to see if he could have a life outside the restaurant. She did make it easy. He was not even trying to think about them having a future, Syd is the one who brought that up. He was just trying to enjoy himself.
I mean, I believe Carmy is in love with Syd, but he made her off limits in his mind, I think, until the end of S3. Richie calls him out on sublimating his feelings, itâs not even subtle. He wanted to have a life outside of work (Syd is at work) and it completely failed because of who he is and the kind of person Claire is.
Carmy is ultimately responsible for his choices but so is Claire. People that have been abused can fall into patterns and not be able to easily escape from them which is what a lot of his journey is about. He is lying but it is to himself. Carmy did used to have a crush on Claire and he did like her in high school âso muchâ.
Anyway, thank you for responding!
People can easily use each other in all kinds of relationships, thatâs why I think itâs so important to have relationships established on knowing and caring for people and not seeing them as disposable.
Hook-up culture is not that. I really donât think itâs accurate to say Carmy used Claire and not that they used each other, but also one person has experience with hook-up culture and itâs not Carmy, and they make sure to show this is what Claire and her friend group typically do.
They reverse the gender tropes a lot on this show and definitely did around this relationship, and Carmy wasnât even going to tell Claire what he said in the walk-in. She was in a place she wasnât supposed to be and accidentally overheard it.
She walked away. She didnât try to work it out or talk about it. And it was about him not her. He never blamed it on her at any point. Which she lies about later to Tiff. It wouldnât feel good to hear that for anyone, but he didnât know she was there and he wasnât saying it to hurt her.
Thereâs also no indication he ever felt safe enough with Claire to have that deep of a convo, all their convos are depicted as vapid and talking around their real feelings for a reason. Claire was using Carmy as well. She knew he had anxiety, she noticed his heart racing. She is a medical professional.
Just because you have sex with someone or call them a âgirlfriendâ or whatever, doesnât equal intimacy or a bond of any kind. Which, Carmy thinks that word sounds awful, but it doesnât come up very often that maybe he doesnât care for the gendered dynamics of that?
He doesnât say it outright, but the whole thing with him dating Claire is that itâs what Mikey and his family thought was good for him, and Mikey (and Richie and Fakeâs) opinions of Claire are extremely sexist. Notice how Carmy gets grossed out by Richie calling Syd âsweetheartâ or Nat pretending to be a helpless little girl to manipulate Cicero. He literally calls it âgrossâ.
Anyway, just me ranting about this for the millionth time but Carmy can apologize to Claire for using her because he didnât know what he actually wanted when she was just hooking up with him for fun and thrills (she tells us thatâs what sheâs into) and then it didnât go the way she wanted and got too inconvenient so she walked.
Carmy wants intimacy and emotional safety, and the show has gone to great pains to show he gets that from Syd, in contrast to anyone associated with his past. What Syd is getting in return needs to be answered now from her POV, but that contrast is the reason Carmy and Claire donât work. Not because he made the mistake of calling her his girlfriend in order to not be seen as a jerk by Syd and not because they had sex (big deal TBH), and not he had a meltdown and admitted his real feelings to Tina.
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Sooo I tripped and fell into the Bloodweave void (bc OFCOURSEIDID) despite romancing Gale with Val (my Tav). Almost enough to make me obsessive scroll Tumblr again. And now the songs I regularly have on in my car start to have new meaning (BCOFCOURSETHEYDO) so now I've got:
Gale:
Astarion:
#katchy says#bg3#bloodweave#gale of waterdeep#astarion#sorrynotsorry#give me allllll the hurt/comfort seriously i cant get enough#im living my best life#beat the absolute shit out of one of them#and then give me the soft aftermath#its my lifeblood like fr#whyamilikethis#fic recs welcome#(there HAS to be comfort tho no âhurt/no comfortâ pls lol)#Spotify
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IS THAT THE BEST YOU'VE GOT?!
#just kiss each other with tongue that'll be less gay than whatever the hell this is. geez.#this one goes out to stim_shady on tiktok for requesting me to quote#draw them absolutely beating the shit out of one another#end quote#well brother i am already on that sshit. good day to you#ultrakill#ultrakill fanart#v1 ultrakill#v1 fanart#gabriel ultrakill#gabriel ultrakill fanart#gabv1el
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Stay at home dad and artist on commission Keefe
#kotlc#keeper of the lost cities#keefe sencen#sokeefe#he watches him and sophie's 5 year old little boy and 11 year old girl (she's currently applying for Foxfire) while sophie works#he does his own art pieces along with commissions at home#and the little boy can teleport so he's constantly dropping in on sophie and fitz at their job#(it's related to them being cognates or something idk)#and keefe has a panic attack because he looked away for one second to add a detail to his sketch and now his kid's gone#their kid drops into sophie's arms (or right outside the door of the building she works at)#and sophie gives him an eye roll and a disappointed look for freaking his father out and interrupting her#(he has absolutely appeared when she was in a super important meeting)#this is all based on the assumption that elves don't have some kind of basic schooling before foxfire or other schools like it#when he appears back at their residence (their leapmaster floor has an open roof for teleportation)#keefe is standing there frantically ready to catch him#and their girl (im shit with names) is standing there giving him a look like âI thought you weren't scared of anythingâ#and he's just caught the kid and is trying to rock him to sleep cause teleporting is tiring for a 5 year old#but he humors her while walking down the hall to his bedroom#âwho said i wasn't?â âi doâ âwhy?â#ânobody who actually beat an ogre would be scared of their child teleporting awayâ#âyou'd be surprisedâ#(she doesn't beleive he actually fought dimitar and thinks it's an elaborate inside joke between sophie him and queen ro)#so they keep going back and forth with him being vague about the details because while he did beat dimitar#he is absolutely exaggerating all the details#âkeefe you can't tell our kids you punched dimitar and he immediately surrenderedâ âpleaseâ ânoâ#and then they get to his room on the second floor and he shushes her so he can place the sleeping boy in his bed#i have so many thoughts about future sokeefe actually
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âWhyâs he call you Darlinâ?â
on my knees begging my brain to stop trying to associate this song with Sam
#(itâs too late guys iâve already added it to a couple playlists. i canât help it)#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redacted sam#redacted darlin#rp audio stuff#Sevenâs Blorbo Songs#music stuff#i fell down a rabbit hole of music videos on YT last night and decided to give this song a chance based on the title obviously#skipped through all the exposition just to quickly find out if i liked the song or not#and as soon as the first line came in i went head-in-hands at my desk bc i just Knew it was over for me#i hate that i like it#itâs very repetitive and giving strong Modern/Mainstream Pop-Rap-Country vibes#but iâm not too proud to admit that i eat that shit up on occasion#âYouâve been beatinâ âround the bush so much youâre knockinâ off the leaves.â goes kinda hard tho iâm ngl#âole boy in a Ridgeline and i drive a Chevyâ would Sam be a truck elitist? hmm#i doubt it. i see him as too practical-minded to care about brand names and shit like that#like irl i think itâs very silly. and perhaps a little questionable to hate on a âforeignâ vehicle. but i donât even like trucks at all so#insecure country boys and their obsession with big trucks are ruining the road for us regular people that just want a normal ass car#but iâll stop before i go off on a rant about americaâs transportation problems#anyways. i can separate reality from fiction and i love the image of Sam in a beat up beloved old truck. clichĂŠ as it may be#getting back on track. my POINT was that the song doesnât even necessarily fit Samâs vibes i just. canât undo the association#been trying to think of a way for it to fit him but that would require Darlinâ to be cheating on him and i donât like that thought#like i love some types of angst but cheating isnât one of them#i could view it through the context of being directed at Alexis bc i already hate her lmao but once again it doesnât fit in canon#and i donât know how i feel about the thought that he used to call her Darlinâ too. though itâs very possible. mmm angst#not that it has to fit with canon for me to attach a song to a character. certainly not! but i need to make it work in my mind Somehow#and i canât even come up with a good HC to make this fit. the idea of Jealous!Sam is fun in theory but idk if iâd like it practice anyways#tldr: does this really fit canon Sam? meh. Is it forever tied to him in my mind anyways due to the use of the petname Darlinâ? absolutely.#anywho. one of these days iâll open this app to do something other than vent post or yap abt rp audio blorbos. but that day is not today!
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happy we love defending our teammates around here from mr aj "thats one of the biggest things is im very loyal to my teammates and no ones going to take liberties and take any cheap shots towards my teammates" greer
if youd like to know what caused aj to go after kastelic its because of two hits on adam and jesper that happen within 7 seconds of each other and while casters were quick to note the jesper hit they never mentioned kastelic basically riding adam near the benches hard not even a few seconds before that and those within tandem is what makes aj go enoughs enough! and shed his gloves
there has to be something so funny about jesper and uvis hovering nearby as aj just (insert the dog eating cabbage angrily video)
despite wrastling the shit out of a guy aj wants more and honestly a perfect addition to our kitty lineup!! oh delightful little cat!!
boston bruins @ florida panthers | 10.8.24
#aj greer#adam boqvist#jesper boqvist#uvis balinskis#florida panthers#2425#i love how hes on a line with gadjo and yet ajs the one out here fighting#im sure they gonna take turns#oh the 4th line is utterly chaotic if not because paul decided having aj and gadjo together was a good idea#(it is. they are our scrappy 4th line. you can tell paul is has certain dynamics and trops in mind when he constructs the 4th line)#(which is 2 feral gremlins that are ready to fight at all times and their tall calm beauty of a centre that walks them on leashes)#(paul youre a genius)#anyways aj is filling our lombo sized hole if not because he also wears absolutely nothing underneath his underarmour#sliver of skin...#reads books and flashes skin? oh weve got an anamoly over here!!#do you know how funny it is that jesper just pulls up to get an upclose of aj beating the shit out of a guy#you know how dancers in fe have such high evasion so technically they can be in the middle of battle#but because of their low atk they fucking suck and you dont want them in the middle of battle#but also if they stand near units they can give them boons alongside an extra turn if they dance for them...#thats what jesper is to me the little dancer in the middle of battle who should not be there but is there for morale reasons#jesper if you bat your eyelashes a single time i think aj would maul that man for you#4th line dynamics are slowly coming to me as this season will go on but honestly? fucking hilarious
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