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hotchsprncess · 3 days ago

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the road to recovery ⊹ spencer reid

.ᐟ MDNI .ᐟ

ᝰ summary : since getting shot on the job 2 weeks ago, anything physical was difficult for spencer and was strongly discouraged by his doctor. you were tending to his every need like the wonderful girlfriend you are, but there were some new things he needed now that he was recovering.

ᝰ warnings : mentions of injuries, domestic vibes, l-bombs, fem reader, sorta sub!spencer (he's just needy af), softdom!reader, oral f receiving, handjob, munch!spencer (nobody can tell me he doesn't wanna be suffocated by thighs okay), dirty talk, praise, multiple orgasms

munch!spencer is a necessity and i will never shut up about it. i didn't have a specific season reid in mind for this (though i did take inspiration from him getting shot in s5 & s9). maybe pre-prison reid though? i feel like he'd become less subby post-prison arc BUT imagine whatever season reid your heart desires! hope you all enjoy my first reid fic & feel free to send me any requests ⋆.˚

it was hard watching your boyfriend struggle and be basically bed/couch ridden since he was shot on a case a couple weeks ago. spencer was shot in the leg, a bullet grazed his neck, and a couple rounds got stopped by his vest which left his torso severely bruised. to say you were panicked when you first got the news was an understatement, but luckily spencer was okay and just had to take it easy at home during his recovery. you took this time off work to stay by his side and get him whatever he needed since his doctor strongly discouraged him from doing any strenuous movement, or moving too much at all for that matter. now that it had been a couple weeks, spencer was starting to feel better and he was recovering well, his torso slowly becoming less sore and the stiffness of his neck subsiding.

you press a kiss to spencer's forehead as you grab the empty coffee mug from the nightstand, him reading a book on quantum physics at lightning speed as he sat upright in bed. "oh- thanks honey, i could've brought that back to the kitchen you know?" he pulls his gaze away from the text on the page, locking eyes with you and getting lost in them. "oh stop, just because you have crutches and the doctor said you could move around a bit more doesn't mean you have to do all the little things" you smile softly at him, watching as he licks his lips gently. "what's on that genius mind of yours?" you ask, reading into him from the distracted look in his eyes. he may be the profiler but spencer was a very easy person to read, and the saying 'eyes are the window to the soul' was basically written about him. he reaches out for you, grabbing your smaller hands in his large ones as he sighs, "there's something else i need, if you don't mind" his hands squeezing yours.

"anything, what is it?" you watch as he shifts a little, now noticing the slight bulge in his sweatpants. now you get it. "i haven't tasted you in so long and now that i'm doing better i can hardly cope, i need- please just sit on my face" he practically begs, a smirk creeping onto your face. "fuck spence, who am i to deny that?" you whisper and press your lips to his, feeling the desperation in his kiss. his hands have moved and are basically pulling you onto the bed by your waist, hardly being able to wait now that you've agreed to satiate his needs. you break the kiss, giggling softly as you start to remove your leggings and thong that lies beneath it. "fuck..." he breathes out, shifting to lie flat on the bed. "come here, please baby" he begs as he feels your weight on the mattress, making your way towards his head. you straddle his head, pussy hovering over his mouth and nearly making him drool. "you'll tell me if you start to feel pain, right? the last thing i wanna do is hurt you- oh!" your sentence turns into a gasp as spencer tugs you down, his tongue coming in contact with your slit, collecting your juices on his tongue.

"f-fuck" you gasp again, his tongue devouring you as though you were his last meal. his mouth finds your clit, sucking it into his mouth and causing your hips to buck. your hands grip the headboard as he indulges, stabilizing you on his face. "spence, spence.. so fucking good, jesus-" you whine as he moans into your pussy, ministrations never faltering. as much as he was desperate, you were in the same boat, not having had sexual contact with your boyfriend in weeks. his hands have a vice grip on your waist as he releases your clit, taking a second to speak "grind on my tongue, please" he sticks his tongue out, pulling you back down. you moan at the contact, your hips rolling and grinding your pussy on his tongue. "you're so good, so good at this, i- i'm close" this omission makes spencer start to flick his tongue across your clit frantically, bringing you to the edge. "shit, shit- spencer, i'm cumming" you moan, legs shaking around his head as your orgasms crashes down, his tongue collecting everything it can. your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, yet his tongue continues to work at your hole. "baby-"

"more, give me one more, please" he whines, muffled slightly by his face being buried in your pussy. "god yes" you moan, throwing your head back at the blissful overstimulation you were feeling. "you taste perfect" he groans against you, lapping at your clit again and rapidly bringing you to the edge again. "don't stop, don't stop-" you gasp loudly, second orgasm making it's way out of you. "yes! yes!" you squeal, thighs squeezing his head as you cum again, his tongue hectically collecting it all once more. you take a moment to regulate your breath, lifting off of his mouth and lying beside him on the bed. a smile is plastered across his face, his lips and chin glistening with your juices. "thank you, needed that so bad" he breathes, wiping his chin with his hand. "thank you, baby" you smile as your hand lingers on his waistband, his bulge now a full erection. "it's time for me to repay you" you whisper in his ear as you push down his sweatpants and boxers just enough to release his cock, the precum actively leaking down his shaft.

"o-oh god" his words are shaky as your hand wraps around him, the sensation overwhelming after weeks of no contact. "just enjoy it, baby... you've waited so patiently" you whisper, starting to stroke him, his precum being the perfect lube. "yeah, yeah, mhmmm" he whines loudly, your pace gradually picking up. "feels good?" you ask, his hips thrusting up into your grasp. "so good, so good i- i can't-" his breath is rapid as you jerk him off, moans constantly leaving his mouth. "that's it, you're doing so good, just enjoy it, don't think about anything else.." you press a kiss to his cheek as he grips the sheets, his orgasm building up. "gonna- gonna cum- can't hold it" he moans loudly as his cum starts to shoot out, landing on his stomach. your hand slows as he comes down, his breath coming back to it's normal pace.

"you okay, love?" you run a hand through his hair as he chuckles. "more than okay, you're unreal" he cups your cheek and runs his thumb across it gently. "should get you cleaned up, one sec" you slip off the bed, heading to the bathroom and dampening a washcloth. when you reach the bed once again, you wince as you see the purple that litters his torso, "tell me if i start to hurt you, okay? just wanna clean you up" you gently wipe up everything, careful to be as gentle as possible. "you're amazing, thank you" he smiles lovingly at you, grabbing your hand. you smile back, "of course. i love you, doctor reid",

"i love you too, sweetheart"

#criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds smut #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner fic #criminal minds masterlist

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littlelostmabari · 3 days ago

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I am broken y'all. Medical issues for days, going through a bout of "hey what if you couldn't use ___ body part for a few days" but spin the roulette wheel every week on which body part we are celebrating. A free ache with every spin! Wheee!

So, what else am I to do but write headcannons for my beloved fictional men with a LI with chronic pain. Should be gn. Mostly fluff, tiniest bit of angst with Arthur.

Headcanons for Cullen Rutherford / Gale Dekarios / Arthur Morgan x ChronicPain!Reader

Cullen Rutherford:

Knows exactly why you are limping / taking deep breaths / not getting out of bed today. He's been there with the Lyrium withdrawals. He sometimes sees it before you admit it, because he watches you when youre not looking (hes done this ever since he met you. He can tell if an attack is coming by how often you bite your lip the day before).

Most of his pain is radiating from his head and spine, so he has his tricks for that. Walks you through his stretches. When those don't work, he knows soldiers who have had pain where you have, maybe they know something.

Maker help you if deep tissue / compression helps you, the man is more than happy to put his entire weight on you even if you don't need it. If it helps? You don't need to ask twice.

He also has been wearing heavy armor for more than a decade, which means his joints are fucked. He has tonics hidden away in every corner of his room and office, one within arms reach at all times. There will be one in your hand the moment you even look like you're about to wince.

The withdrawals also cause nausea, so if you have anything GI related, he's got one word to a runner and you have fresh warm and damp clothes with herbs soaked into them. He's a little squeamish with anything that's not like... battlefield related, but it's you so he'll take care of it.

It's rough when your bad days overlap, but you both have been dealing with this for long enough that you have your emergency kits near the bed. You might beg him to knock you out if anything heavy is nearby though.

The difference between you and him though is that he will move mountains to keep you resting in bed when you need it. Inky or no, he will cross coordinate with Josie to make sure everything that you are responsible for is taken off of your plate. Unfortunately he doesn't know the meaning of the word "break" because yes absolutely "Josie will handle that" but as soon as it's something he could hand off to Rylen or one of his other lieutenants, you can be damned sure he's up until 3 bells past midnight making sure its done. (This is actually useful knowledge once you realize that you can ask him what he'd tell you if the roles were reversed...)

The "you should be with someone who isn't broken" talk is... Well, it's kind of hilarious. I don't know who would bring it up first, but the other of you will just laugh and admit you had the same thoughts. Cullen deserves someone who can get up with him every morning without trouble? Well you deserve something better than a washed up Templar with withdrawal issues. It's a tie.

Gale Dekarios:

Another chronic pain girlie. He knows precisely what it feels like when you say that your insides are trying to claw their way out of your body. The nice thing about Gale though is that he doesn't make it about pain Olympics. I think it would be really easy for him to be like "oh well, is it a Netherese orb? Come back when your insides are trying to eat the sheer existence of magic". No, he goes the route of "Unfortunately, my dearest, I know exactly what you mean. What do you need of me? Let me try to allieviate your distress."

During the game events, he dotes on you. The man is love-starved and will do whatever he can to be useful, despite his own pain and suffering. The most useful thing he does, though, is distract. He distracts the others from bothering you too much about it, and he distracts you using whatever means he can, including illusions and bad puns.

During and after the game, the man can cook. He will make you his mother's late season game stew that will perk you right up. Tara mentions offhand that his mother doesn't have a late season game stew, which tells you that he's trying to not only comfort your body but also your mind with images of home and comfort.

After the game, when things have settled, the folks down at the temples of Life domain deities think that he must be studying to become a cleric the way he is inhaling their tomes on pain reduction. If magic can't remove your ailment altogether, the least he can do is minimize your suffering.

The nice thing about living in a wizards tower with unseen servants and all manner of enchantments, is that you can spend time away from your other responsibilities. The house cleans itself, laundry hangs itself, books can be lifted in front of your gaze and pages turned without you lifting a finger. You can spend your energy on existing. (Gale will insist on reading to you, whenever he's home, because he likes to hold you as close as you'll let him... Nevermind him warming and cooling his hands along your back in appropriate intervals to reduce inflammation...)

You bring up the "someone who isn't broken" talk, and he tries to interrupt you the moment he knows where this is going, but when you put a hand up and ask him to let you get through this, he does. He sits patiently while you tell him all the reasons he deserves better, how you're holding him back, and he does not scoff or laugh. He gets a deeper and deeper frown, though, and when you're done, he sinks down from the couch where you are sitting to kneel at the ground at your feet because damn his terrible knees, you need to know that he's not with you because of sympathy or because you are a "project". He's with you because you are the light of his life, his moon and stars, and he wants to have the whole of you. Even if your bad days outnumber your good ones, the fact that he gets to be here, with you, on your bad days is more blessing than he has asked for. You are the reason he isn't Netherese vapor, and, no, he is not with you out of some sense of obligation, he's with you because the man is devoted to you, body and soul. He will spend the evening kissing every inch of you, especially the places you think are ugly or broken, because it would be impossible for him to love you if he didn't love every part of you.

Arthur Morgan:

We would need to break this into high honor and low honor, and low honor Arthur is no fun in these headcannons so HIGH HONOR IT IS. And also no bad things happen to Arthur ever because this is my HCs and Rockstar owns enough of my tears.

If youre in the gang, you manage to hide it from him, from all of them, for the longest time. Grimshaw knows first, and you and she had a long talk when you joined the gang about carrying your weight. You have to work double on your good days but for some unknown reason (it's because you're kind to her, unlike some folks **coughKarencough**) she lets your bad days slide.

Arthur comes back after a haul and there's no reason for you to be holed up in your tent. He understood when you got this way after moving camp, but it's a bright sunny day, the best kind of day to take his girl out riding. But you're huddled on your cot, tonic half drunk because it tastes like ass, eyes pinched shut to the sunlight that streams in as he lifts the flap.

It takes a minute for him to understand. The issue is that he has all those aches and pains, but he deals with them, like everybody else. It's part of living. You have to remind him that his pain goes away, while yours lingers. It's debilitating, and no, you won't be joining him fishing today unless he's willing to remove the part of your body that is on fire and also carry you literally everywhere and not expect you to carry a conversation.

If you're not in the gang, maybe you're a sweetheart he picked up before the shit show in Blackwater. The truth is he doesn't really want to be out and about in the city, which means he's perfectly fine staying home with you. He doesn't understand at first why you move so slowly, like every step is across broken glass, but you get there in the end and share your meals and your fire and your bed.

He is never able to fully empathize, but he's able to take grasps at the idea that you'll never be able to do everything the others do. He thinks he's okay with it until you give him the "you should be with someone who isn't broken" talk.

The talk goes poorly. He doesn't understand why you're sending him away, and when you tell him it's because you love him and want the best for him, it triggers his memories of Mary and he will NOT do that again. He will not give up a good thing, not give up a place where he is needed, where he is wanted so desperately, for the thought that he deserves someone... Better? But it takes a couple days after he storms out for him to drag himself back to your feet. Darlin, he's a bad man. He's done a lot of bad things, the blood on his hands would drown you if you knew it all. If you'll let him love you, even just a little bit, even for a few days here or there, maybe it means he's doing something alright. And you let him because even if he doesn't understand, he does make it better. Even just a little bit.

Arthur is gone a lot more than you'd like, but you know you're on his mind all the time, when he comes home with new tonics, new herbs, something that some doctor said in the closest city to the job he was meant to focus on for Dutch. He lights up when something helps because it means he helped, he helped, he was needed. If it doesn't, he's taking on your extra chores load to make sure none of the others call you a layabout like Uncle. (The first time Micah does it, Arthur lays him out flat.)

Any downtime he has, he'll sit with you. He can't magic away your pain, but he fills your days with the two of you even when you can't get out of bed. Sometimes he draws (his journal is filled with sketches of you sleeping). Sometimes he will call Hosea in for a story from before you joined the gang, or he'll read to you from your favorite books that you already know by heart.

And if he's around for a good day, he's pulling you out of your hidey-hole and making sure that you get enough proper sunshine and a swim and food and maybe a glad or two of the good stuff to make sure you are building happy memories regardless of the days that you spend away from all of those comforts.

Even if he has to carry you. We all know Arthur is strong. If he can use that strength for something other than hurting, he's leaping for it every opportunity. More than once Grimshaw has had to shake her head because she knows you're having a good day, but Arthur insists.

Anyway please take care of yourself and take your pain seriously and find you a partner that is gentle with you on your bad days. Xoxo ~ Mabari

#im just in pain okay #and i want some fictional man fluff #chronic pain #chronic illness #dragon age #cullen rutherford #commander cullen #cullen rutherford x reader #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale x reader #rdr2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #dragon age hcs #bg3 hcs #rdr2 hcs

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paucubarsisimp · 2 days ago

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you need more hector?? say no more bae. HECTOR FIC WITH THE PROMPt: “you can do better,” x “i don’t see anybody else better for me.”

(either way around idc idc ily🩷) 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

good enough

pairing: hector fort x reader

summary: in which you don’t think you’re good enough

warnings: cussing (i think), angst

tagged: @barcapix, @universefcb, @nngkay, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

a/n: i’m sorry this took some time to get out, but here it is love xxx

it had been building for a while—the unspoken tension between you and hector. there had been those quiet moments, the ones where your eyes met and lingered just a little longer than usual, where the air felt thick, heavy with something neither of you could name. you’d always felt it. he’d always felt it too. but neither of you had dared to speak it aloud.

you loved him. or at least, you were pretty sure you did. how could you not? everything about him drew you in—his confidence, the way he carried himself with such ease, the way his presence seemed to calm everything around him. and when he smiled at you, like that small, private smile just for you, it made your heart do strange things. but despite all of it, you couldn’t shake the voice in your head telling you that you weren’t good enough. not for someone like him.

hector was always the one people turned to, the one who had everything figured out, the one with that effortless charm. and you? you were just… you. unsure of yourself, tangled up in doubts and insecurities, wondering if he’d even notice you if you weren’t there, always in the background, just out of reach. but still, something about the way he looked at you made it hard to deny the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way.

tonight, however, it felt different. the usual distance between you both, even when you were close, was gone. the space between you was charged, electric. you could feel the pull, the desire, humming beneath the surface, threatening to break free. but you weren’t sure if you were ready for it. and maybe that was why you kept finding excuses to keep it all at arm’s length.

you sat on the couch, your knees pulled up to your chest, trying to focus on the movie playing in the background. but your attention kept drifting to him, sitting just a little too close for comfort, but not close enough. every time you glanced over, you’d catch him watching you, his gaze soft, almost unreadable, like he was trying to figure something out. it made you nervous, made your heart beat a little faster.

finally, he spoke, his voice low, almost hesitant. “can we talk?”

your stomach dropped. you’d been waiting for this moment, but now that it was here, you felt yourself stiffen. you nodded, trying to keep your composure. “yeah, of course.”

he moved a little closer, his body angling toward you, and there it was again—the undeniable energy between you. it wasn’t just friendly anymore. the air between you two was thick, charged with something unspoken, and you could feel it in the way your skin prickled with awareness.

“i’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he said, his voice quiet but firm, like he was choosing his words carefully. “about us.”

you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of his words sinking in. you swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. “what do you mean?”

he turned his head slightly, his eyes searching your face, like he was trying to make sure you understood exactly what he was saying. “i don’t want to just be friends anymore,” he said softly. “i want more. i want you.”

the words hit you like a wave, overwhelming and unexpected. for a moment, your mind went blank. you couldn’t breathe. all the thoughts you’d been holding back, the fears, the insecurities—they all rushed to the surface. you opened your mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come. you couldn’t say them. you’re not good enough for him.

hector’s gaze softened, and he took a small step closer. “what is it?” he asked, his voice gentle now, like he was waiting for you to tell him what was going on in your head.

you shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. “hector, i… i can’t. i’m not good enough for you.”

his expression faltered, confusion flashing across his face. “what are you talking about?” he asked, his voice more forceful now, though there was still a hint of concern. “how can you say that? you’re perfect just the way you are.”

but the doubt was there, thick and suffocating, and you couldn’t shake it. “you deserve someone who’s got their life together. someone who doesn’t have all this… baggage. someone who doesn’t doubt everything about themselves.” you shook your head, feeling the weight of everything you’d kept buried. “i’m not that person, hector. i’m not good enough for you.”

the words stung, and you immediately regretted saying them. but you couldn’t take them back now. you wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, bracing for the rejection that you feared was coming.

hector’s eyes darkened with frustration. “don’t say that. don’t ever say that about yourself again.”

he stood up, his hand gripping the back of the couch as he paced, clearly trying to control the anger rising in him. you flinched at the movement, unsure of how to respond. part of you wanted to apologize, to take it all back, but the other part—the part that was terrified of what would happen if he really saw you, saw everything you were hiding—didn’t know how to let go.

he stopped in front of you, his gaze sharp but softer than it had been moments ago. “you think i don’t see you?” he asked, his voice strained, like he was trying to keep his emotions in check. “you think i don’t notice how you are with me? the way you make me feel when i’m around you?”

your breath caught in your throat, your heart skipping a beat. “hector, please…” you whispered, not wanting to hear it. not wanting to believe it. “i’m just… i’m not what you need.”

he placed his hands on the couch beside you, leaning in close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. the closeness made you shiver, and for a moment, you couldn’t look away from his eyes—eyes that held something raw, something real, something he hadn’t shared with anyone else. with you.

“you are exactly what i need,” he said, his voice rough now, like he was struggling to keep control. “you think i care about all that other shit? all the perfect things you think i want? i don’t care about any of that. i care about you.” his face was inches from yours now, his lips just a breath away, and you could feel the heat rising between you two.

you opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. he didn’t give you a chance to speak. before you could process it, his lips were on yours, hot and demanding. it wasn’t gentle—no, this kiss was full of everything he had been holding back, everything he wanted to say but couldn’t. it was raw, intense, and you felt it all the way down to your bones.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathless. his hands were still on your face, his touch gentle but insistent, like he was grounding you, reminding you that he was there.

“don’t you ever think you’re not good enough for me,” he murmured, his voice low, sending shivers down your spine. “because you are. more than you’ll ever know.”

your pulse raced, and as he leaned in again, you felt it. that pull between you two, undeniable and intense. the way your body responded to him was something you hadn’t fully realized until this moment—something deeper than just the emotional connection, something physical that you couldn’t ignore anymore.

when he kissed you again, slower this time, it wasn’t just a kiss—it was an unspoken promise. a promise that he wouldn’t walk away. not now. not ever.

and as you pulled him closer, as his hands slid to your waist, you felt the spark between you two ignite, your doubts slowly burning away under the heat of his touch. the kiss deepened, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to believe—you were enough.

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changingplumbob · 24 hours ago

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First Impressions - Berenice

How do you feel so far?

There's… so many… people *looks around anxiously*

Dee

Oh, I mislike people who have eyebrows lighter than their skin colour. Like you need a second look to make sure they have any at all? And they're important to keep sweat, moisture and debris out of your eyes - and to communicate with people, so it makes me think that you're trying to hide something? Well at least she has an open face, I guess! Also what would they be called if she and Deanna eventually end up together - DeeDee? [makes a face] Better than D-Squared, I suppose - that's not at all mathematically accurate…

Isla

Is this one of Layla de la Rosa's children? Sorry, I'm not like trying to be rude or anything - it just looks a lot like her. I think that would be a bit of a disadvantage for the other competitors with her mother being a romance writer and all. And with Ms de la Rosa it's clearly not a case of 'those who can't, teach' - I mean, have we seen her new husband??? Sorry, that must be rude too *ponders*

Isabella

I uh, I don't know. It's not the same person but she looks like the type of girl who would maybe invite everyone but you to their slumber party and like so obviously made sure that you knew about it - and also the type of girl who somehow gets zipzapped afterwa… uh freak static shocks, amirite? Anyway so I'm either going to dislike her because of her unfortunate association in my brain orrrr I'll overcompensate for my bias by being extra nice to her and giving her faaarrrr too much leniency aaaand therefore ending up with a perception that is totally biased anyway??? So yeah, don't come to me for an accurate take on Isabella, is what I'm trying to say - heh..

Kaye

Pointy ears! *huge grin* Ooh I wonder if this means - I 'mean', pointy ears are just ears, they don't have to mean anything - they're part of what we take meaning from. Anyway I'm not trying to be 'mean' with these buuuut it's always like 'oh give us your honest opinion Berenice - uh, but not like that.' Either people say that they want you to be honest but then you're just supposed to tell them what they want to hear - why not ask for that in the first place? Orrr they say 'I'm just being honest' when noooo - you just want to be hurtful. It's not a Simonoply 'Get Out of Jail' free card for your own personal responsibility - buh bye, forbidden word…

Nyami

Oooh, what a nautical name! I wonder if she's - well, it's important for everyone to stay hydrated, right? [nervous laughter] She seems different at least. I wonder how well she knows the local flora from Selvadorada - they would have a lot of great uses for ingredients! And actually, a tropical climate would be great for year-round…. tomatoes, it would be great for year round tomatoes. They're my favourite vegetable-which-is-also-a-fruit!

Berenice created and written by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants

#sims 4 #the sims #simblr #my sims #ts4 #active simblr #DatingDeanna #DatingDeannaRound1

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xxiiam · 2 days ago

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Rockstarbf! Choso x reader , fakedating, slow burn , eventual smut , plot with porn

Synopsis - your roommate!Nobara comes into your job with free tickets to an up and coming band that is making headlines , who would know that it would lead to such twists and turns such as opportunities of a lifetime to fake date the bassist of the band choso. Where will this take you?

Authors note : hi so I’ll be posting it in parts here too , it is also on my ao3 or even wattpad - username is the same as my tumblr , xxiiam for ao3 and xxiiamm for wattpad , for it to be posted here I’ll be grouping the chapters into 2’s or 3’s so I’m not as posting as much !! I hope you enjoy this as much as you guys enjoyed all mine !! As always my inbox is always open so feel free to send requests, asks or just talk to me !!

Wk : 3.1k

Chapter 1&2

moving to a big city from your small hometown was a big change for you , working in a coffee shop all the mundane things never really seemed to bother you .

Sure your dreams were bigger than your body but you’re only twenty three . You still have time , or at least that’s what you kept telling yourself . Your roommate and long time best friend already had her dream of working for a fashion magazine in the big city , which is why you moved . You are happy for her but this barista gig can’t keep you happy forever . Or afloat , stability wise. But it was a cute five minute walk from your apartment so it was good realistically , co-workers were a breeze for the most part and the customers were so-so.

The mundane things kept you happy or distracted . Your love life was in the dumps , by dumps it was dry like the Sahara. A stand still . But this did not mean you weren’t looking! You are..kinda. At least Nobara was happy trying to indulge in your lackluster love life. Which lead to her barging into your work.

You worked opening shifts most days so it was pretty empty you weren’t too upset about it. Usually it helped you catch up on sleep since you had learned to drift off into a rem state whilst standing up behind the counter. “Y/N Y/N Y/N” you heard the familiar sing song shrill voice coming through the swing door. Your eyes widened and you greeted your friend, “you know you can’t just waltz in here like it’s our apartment nobara. This is my place of work and I’d like to keep it that way” you half joked , half joking because you were also still half asleep . She slammed a poster down onto the counter then swiftly picked it up with her index and thumb dancing with the poster , “look you like , like you know…alt guys LOOK AT THIS BAND! In the magazines they’re like the next up and coming band - headed for stardom or whatever. Not really up and coming they’ve up and came. Like they have a pretty strong following like well over 200k followers on the lead vocalists socials. All the girls in my work are fan girling over them. Have you heard about them? Are you listening to me?”

You rocked forwards then stood upright , “yeah yeah hot guys band upcoming already came, what’s your point?” . She rolled her eyes and held the poster closer to your face , “well guess who won twoooooo freeee tickets for guess..TONIGHT” . You winced , “but it’s gossip girl and cheap steaks from Costco night” you said in a sad tone. You loved Friday nights it was reserved for you both to cook your cheap steaks , crack open a bottle of wine that made you both grimace at and to watch gossip girl. It was fun you loved it , in fact you looked forward to it every week!

Nobara laughed and sighed , “but like maybe there will be other hot guys here you know hot guys usually hang around other hot guys!!” She smiled , “yeah how many guys are you friends with? And how many of them are hot?” You responded with a deadpan expression. She pretended to consider how many friends she had that were male and were straight and how many were hot. “Ugh whatever a diamond in the rough as people say..maybe you’ll even catch the attention of like a security worker so you can like get tickets to more concerts and shit”

Security guys usually are sexy and buff mmmm your opinions were starting to be swayed , “y/n stop socializing and serve the customer” your co-worker said strolling past you and going into the back , “oh come on Joe don’t be a sourpuss you know I’m always here” Nobara said but then looked at the selection of sandwiches and baked goods , “actually can I have that ham and cheese croissant that’s my fave” you nodded and got her order ready. Now you can work the rest of your day planning out your outfit for the outfit , Nobara left the poster with you . They were pretty eye catching. Well they’re up and coming band sensations or whatever. So they’re obviously gonna be good looking but damn they’re hot okay maybe this concert was a good idea after-all. Nobara working with all these magazine companies might actually be a god send.

You finally clocked out and got home to your apartment , you finally had couch time with your adorable cat , sparkles. He is the cutest. Yes he’s a boy called sparkles he was a stray who you found out was a boy after he adjusted to the name sparkles. You scrolled through your timeline to see a performance of that band. Phones really are listening to everything. The post had over one million views so they’re successful and the music was actually pretty decent they weren’t industry plants after all. Nobara came in not too long after you did , “why are you still on your ass? Up up I say! You need to look like sex on legs..not that you don’t already , especially with that coffee stained uniform…go change go go go”

With Nobara’s kind words of affirmation you decided it was time to get ready , so outfit consisted of boots mini skirt and little tiny top , is this a concert or a whore house!!! But it is for the greater good of finally getting laid for the first time since moving to the city. You both said goodbye to sparkles and started your walk to the train station . You should’ve worn a jacket it felt like your nipples could cut through diamonds you were so cold. You and Nobara stood and huddled together shivering under the dim flickering station lights .

Then finally you had got to the venue , Nobara rushed you both so you made it to the front for the best view . The opening act was good nothing of note you were excited to hear this newfound band that you had grown a bit fonder of now that you had listened to one or two songs…watched one or two edits on TikTok. Picked out a couple of favorites out of the five guys. Okay well they’re all a favorite but still some more than others.

Lights began to dim and the sign flashed the name of the band in a bright white. Kismet . You assumed it meant the word kismet as in fate or destiny . What a funny word to pick for a band name. roars of cheers emitted from the crowd even Nobara joined in, she caught your surprised look , “I just love live music I don’t care about these random ass guys- wait is that guitarist a girl holy fuck” . On stage the layout was satoru gojo the lead vocalist in front center; guitarist and secondary vocalist suguru geto; bass player choso kamo who was on the other side of satoru; drummer Sukuna who was back center and lead guitarist shoko ieri who was next to suguru .

Okay you can admit you were really starting to see the appeal.

kismet preformed all the songs you were beginning for favor. A part of you was feeling giddy like a teenage girl seeing her celebrity crush on her instagram feed except this was real life and you were mere feet away from these men and one woman. Your eyes were drawn to the bassist Choso the black eyeliner strip across his nose and cheeks made him facially stand out as well as the drummer sukuna with his face and body tattoos that were tattooed intricately . Most of the band had tattoos but his stood out because they were all symmetrical and thick with no other patchwork or large pieces to be seen on his body.

Sukuna seemed to be the least media trained out of the band when he spoke it was always something crass and vulgar, the best spoken was the lead guitarist shoko who was a woman so no wonder she was the most well spoken amongst these men. You could’ve sworn you and sukuna kept sharing glances but your attention kept going back to choso there was something so magnetizing about him, you just couldn’t put your finger on it but it was something. Might just be his good looks and how talented he was but still it felt deeper.

Okay.

Y/N snap out of it.

You’re sounding very parasocial this is just a band that you just happened to have free tickets to. A one time thing , a new perhaps casual listen after this. You’re sounding very deluded.

And just like that the show was over and people started to bleed out of the venue like an army of ants there was more people than you anticipated you never looked back since your eyes were glued to the stage and the band members. Walking out, Nobara hugged your arm, “wow did you see the girl she was soooooo sexy I wanted to climb on the stage , rip my shirt open like a gorilla , pound my chest and go apeshit” you laughed in response to her claim. “Okay I admit I see the appeal they are a band of very attractive people they seem like a total industry plant though they just came out of nowhere right?”

She shrugged , “apparently they’ve been a band since high school they’re a couple years older than us mid-late twenties I believe. Pretty old for them to blow up now but what would I know I’m a fashion analyzer not a music analyst” . Then that was that. Was it worth the skip of gossip girl and steak night? Maybe not. But it was definitely a night to remember you definitely enjoyed yourself and wouldn’t say no to another concert. You both got home , Nobara went straight to bed whilst you picked up sparkles and went to your room, looking over the videos from the concert. You posted snippets of it onto your Instagram story tagging the band and fell asleep.

The next morning it was another opening shift at the coffee shop, you stood behind the counter shifting in and out of sleep . Mornings were always slow , a few regulars sat at their usual seating areas until someone new came in. A tall figure walked in as you made small chatter to your coworker. The man in a black hoodie with the hood up , black cap low and sun glasses. You chuckled to yourself, “are you about to rob the store? because I promise there’s not much in the cash register for you to take so it’s not worth it.” . Normally it is not in the workplace policy to make comments like this but you couldn’t find a reason to care in this moment. The man scoffed, “think of me so low to think I’d rob from a run down corner coffee shop?” .

You thought the coffee shop was cute it wasn’t ran down at all, “someone’s in a bad mood and if it’s so run down why are you here big guy?” . He took his sunglasses off and revealed his face , “I just want a fucking coffee I have to leave for another city tomorrow night I am a busy guy” . His harsh tone was drowned out because you recognized his face. It was choso from kismet! You almost laughed in his face. “First world problems having to lavishly travel to a new city tomorrow night oh no..anyways before I get in trouble for conversing with customers what’s your order?” .

He bit his tongue , his patience was wearing thin. Never meet your idols before they have a morning coffee right? ��A coffee. Black. Thanks” . You nodded , “any sweeteners or sugar or anything?” . His eye began to twitch , “if I wanted a sugar I would’ve included it in my order” . You rolled your eyes , “name for the order?” He licked his lips he was obviously considering using an alias but he caved and just said “choso do you need me to spell that too or are you able to do that by yourself?”

“I’m very competent choso, I’m not gonna lick the ground you walk on because you think you’re some big shot because you’re the bassist in some one hit wonder band and just for reference no one cares for the bassist no matter how attractive you are” you said gripping the counter, who was this guy? Some unknown random trying to talk down to you just because you’re a working woman? And he thinks he’s alll higghhh and mighty just because he’s getting some clout that’s gonna die down this time next year. He stuck his tongue in his cheek , “you talk a lot of smack considering you were there at the concert last night” he squinted his eyes and looked at your name tag , “y/n”

His coffee was ready you set it down on the counter , “your total is $2.70” he put his hand in his pocket and put the money on the counter before his eyes darted to the window and a group of what you assumed paparazzi were starting to pool towards the coffee shop, “can’t get a fuckin break” he cursed under his breath and pulled cap down lower and walked out, “hey! Your coffee!!” He just kept walking toward the door. Are you seriously gonna have to chase this fuckin guy?

You grabbed the coffee and chased after him , he quickly halted and turned around to face you which made you spill the coffee not only on you but him too. You grit your teeth in pain , “ah fuck…you spilled the fuckin coffee you made me chase after you for nothing” you scowled at him , he took a deep breath before taking his hood down and wiping at the coffee on your uniform. He gave you a fake smile , “there are you happy y/n? Is that what you wanted me to do? You wanted me to wipe you down? What next you want me to kiss tour ass instead of saying thank you for a coffee that’s spilled over both of us you could’ve just kept the money and went about your day as apparently there’s not much in that shitty register in the first place” . You scoffed at him , “it is in store policy to chase down customers who forget to pay or to get their coffee! Blame the coffee shop not me. Why are you even in a rush you said you had until tomorrow night, if you haven’t noticed choso it’s 7:46 am” .

he pointed at the men with cameras, “those! I can’t get a fuckin break I thought the fame would allow me to get a coffee in the middle of nowhere no issue but apparently not, you know what..go down the backstreet it’ll bring you back around to the coffee shop’s street. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, I am I swear” . Huh an apology finally, bare minimum . How did he know the streets so well? Too many questions to ask. “Maybe come again for a cofee and be able to drink it another time? In a better disguise I hope” . He almost cracked a real smile for once before stopping himself , “maybe.” His face went back to its annoyed expression , “go now they see we’ve been loitering too long they’ll come for questions” , you shook your head . “Do you not want your money back” . He actually laughed , “it’s $2.70” .

You rolled your eyes once more and started to walk off down the backstreet , he yelled out , “if you roll your eyes anymore they’ll get stuck up there” you just flipped him off in response before making your way back up to the street.

When you got back you just went onto your break as soon as you could , your phone began to buzz it was Nobara , “GIRL I know nda’s are a big deal but you didn’t have to act like you didn’t know Kismet!” She said practically yelling down the phone, what the hell was she talking about? You shook your head , “Nobara I know just little about kismet as you, what’re you even talking about?” . She began to stutter , “girl look online everywhere people are saying you’re choso , the bassist from kismet, you’re his girlfriend since he visited you at work!!! Is it true are you guys together??” You just scoffed in response , “Nobara I am not dating anyone from kismet. Never mind choso , he’s a real piece of work , he was rude and plus he got the coffee spilled on not just him but me too!! Ugh but he is very attractive up close in the natural light if you’re wondering that “

“But he was like smiling and stuff and you guys looked like you were having a good conversation in the videos I saw” she insisted , “yeah well it’s all fabricated by the press” . you heard the door open to the back of the coffee shop , your coworker stood at the door , “hey y/n this guy is in here asking for you , looks important” . You sighed before standing up , “Nobara I gotta go I’ll see you later tonight mkay”

You walked back in to the coffee shop after hanging up the phone to Nobara , a tall blonde man. His face chiseled and eyes tired , “hi y/n? Do you have a couple minutes to chat?” You stood around and looked at your coworker , “it’s okay it’s a couple minutes I can do this for a couple minutes” you smiled and nodded . You walked around to the front to stand with the man , he led you to a table in the back and sat down , “do you not want to order anything whilst you’re here?” You asked before joining him sitting down , he shook his head , “don’t overwork yourself , you see where it’ll get you” he half smiled , you just stayed silence in response , he bowed his head , “sorry it was a joke , nevertheless why I’m here . My name is Kento Nanami , I am the band manager for Kismet . It’s a band I’m not sure if you’re familiar but you had a run in with one of the members , choso. Uhh..I’m not sure how to put this I’ve never had to do this before. I would like you to consider , for the image of the band for the bands benefit- your benefit too don’t get me wrong. I’d like you to go home tonight call me back up and consider perhaps making an arrangement with”

“Are you asking me to fake date choso?”

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the gifts he gives

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

reader has a name (Ella Thompson, but the story is written in 'your' POV)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / consumption of alcohol / oral f receiving / let me know if I missed anything

Words: 4,8k

Author's note: Don't know how I feel about this one, kinda feel like my smut scenes are very similar to each other even though I try to change it up a bit every time. But I hope you like it💕

frat boy Noah masterlist

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“Hey, just calling to make sure you’re okay to pick us up tonight?” you ask when Noah picks up the phone.

“Yeah, I already told you.”

“I know, I’m just making sure that we’re not bothering you.”

“No you’re not.” you heard his sigh at the other side of the line, not because you’re bothering him, but because he told you at least 10 times that he doesn’t mind picking you and the girls tonight.

“Okay. But if you change your mind and have other plans just te-” before you could finish your sentence he hung up. “Asshole.” you mumbled under your breath.

“Is our birthday girl ready to have the best night of her life?” Molly put a shot of tequila in your hand.

It’s your birthday and they insisted on celebrating it with you. They even bought you a sparkly crown that says “birthday girl” so you’d get free drinks tonight, that’s what Clara said.

“Hell yeah.” you cheered and all of you downed your shots.

“Let’s go then!” Clara dragged you both out of your small dorm while Molly was already ordering an Uber for you.

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“I wanna get laid tonight.” Molly said out of nowhere in the car and your eyes met the drivers eyes in the rearview mirror. Yep he heard it and was shocked just like you.

“Molly!” you whisper yelled at her with a finger pointed towards the driver.

“What? A girl has needs.” she shrugged her shoulders like if she was talking about the weather.

“Oh god, this is gonna be so interesting.” Clara said with a laugh.

The drive to the bar where you had a reservation for tonight was around 20 minutes which you spent putting your hand over Molly’s mouth, because that poor old man didn’t need to know when, how and with whom she had sex with. Clara was just giggling at you both and you asked yourself how it is possible to be the least tipsy when you’re the birthday girl.

“We’re here.” the driver said and you left the car, not sure who out of the two of you was more relieved.

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The bar was full of people, some were dancing on the dancefloor in the corner and others were having a drink and a chat. You found your table and sat down. The first thing you did was to look at what drinks they serve, because you needed to match Molly’s tempo.

“Good evening ladies, what can I get for you?” a man in his late 30s came to get your orders with a warm smile. He laughed at Molly’s comment when she asked him to make sure there’s really a double vodka in her drink and left with your order.

“So, Noah is picking us up tonight right?” Clara asked you.

“Yes.”

“That means we can get wasted and don’t worry about it. That boy will make sure you’re sleeping in his bed tonight and he won’t leave us behind. He’d go through every bar in this damn city to find you.” Molly always had some smart comments on Noah.

“Shut up.” you flipped her off and looked around the bar.

There were different groups of people, smaller and bigger, younger and older. You looked at the bar where you saw three guys sitting on those high stools with beers in front of them. One was looking back at you and when your eyes met he waved at you. You just smiled at him and turned your attention back to your girls.

The bartender was back with your drinks and three shots on the house as a birthday present for you.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to!” you told him when he was leaving your table.

“So, my dearest friend Ella. We wish you the happiest of birthdays. We wish you that every one of your dreams comes true, that you’re happy and healthy. We love you Ella.” Clara finished her little speech for you and before you could say thank you, she raised her hand with one of the shots and said “To Ella!”

“Thank you, you two are the best.” you said between coughing after the shot of vodka, disgusting.

After a few sips of your drink you started to feel more tipsy and loose, laughing at whatever silly jokes Molly or Clara said. You continued your conversation about your drunk thoughts, laughing and taking pictures when the same bartender came with a single drink in his hand and slid it in front of you.

“But I didn’t order another one?” you were confused and pointed to your still half full glass.

“This one is for the birthday girl from a gentleman on the bar.” he winked at you and turned around.

All three of you turned to look at the bar and you saw the guy who waved at you earlier laughing at all of your reactions.

He mouthed “Happy birthday.” and you picked the drink from him and mouthed “Thank you.” back before taking a sip.

“He so wants to fuck you.” Molly stated.

“Not everyone is horny as you tonight Molly.” you shrugged your shoulders.

“He’s taking your clothes off of you with his eyes.”

“I didn’t come here to find a birthday fuck.”

“Maybe you should treat yourself to a change for your birthday.”

“If you’re that interested in my sex life, trust me that I don’t need a change from Noah.” you sent her an ironic smile.

You really didn’t feel the need to have sex with anyone else, not just out of respect for Noah, but because he was satisfying all of your needs, even the ones you didn’t know you had.

The night went on, you had more drinks and even went to dance when the DJ started playing your favorite songs.

You could say that all of you were very drunk when midnight rolled around. Stumbling around the dancefloor and laughing at the least funny things. When Clara stumbled on her feet and fell on her ass, Molly almost peed herself from laughing and you almost fell next to Clara when you were pulling her up.

“Okay I’m gonna grab some water.” you pushed Molly and Clara back towards your booth and went straight for the bar.

As you were waiting for the bartender to notice you, you felt a presence next to you. “Can I buy you another drink?” It was the guy from earlier.

“Hi.” you smiled at him. “No thank you, I think we’ll stick to water from now on.”

“Yeah I saw you on the dancefloor.” he laughed. “What’s your name?”

You took a minute to think if you’re going to tell him, but then thought why not. “Ella. Yours?”

Before he could tell you the bartender was asking for your order. When he handed you a pitcher of water and three glasses, two hands reached from behind you to help you.

“My name is Austin.” he whispered in your ear and you immediately thought of Noah and how Austin’s breath on your neck had the exact opposite effect than Noah’s.

“Thank you Austin.” you smiled at him when he put the glasses on your table.

“Maybe I could steal you for a moment? Have a chat?” he asked.

“You’re really nice Austin, but I’m not interested.” you saw the hurt and embarrassment on his face. You didn’t mean to hurt him, but you really were not interested.

He just waved to your friends and joined the rest of his group back at the bar.

“Poor guy, you should’ve given him a chance!” Molly groaned.

“You can have a chat with him, see if he wants to fuck tonight.” you bit back.

You pulled out your phone and saw no new messages from Noah. Your drunk mind couldn’t stop thinking about his breath on your neck, how it sends shivers through your body. Or when he kisses the sensitive spot on your neck only he knows and suddenly you feel warm all over your body. Or when he puts his hands around your throat, squeezing it, but just the right amount of pressure to bring you pleasure, not pain.

“Earth to Ella!” Clara waved her hands in front of your eyes.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I said you should text Noah to come and join us, if he’s driving us back we can buy him an alcohol free drink at least.”

“Oh I’m sure Molly wants nothing more than to spend her night in Noah’s presence.” you looked at her and saw her drunk eyes. Clara seemed to sober up a bit, but Molly was still way past being tipsy.

“Actually,” she lifted her pointer finger, “is he coming alone?”

“Who else would come?” you asked her, confused.

“Well, maybe, but just maybe, his friend could come too.” you exchanged looks with Clara and immediately knew where this was going.

“What friend Molly?”

“You know which one.” she refused to admit that she has a crush on Matt.

“We don’t.” Clara told her.

“I’m just saying, if Noah can bring him here I might hate him a little less.”

“Now that’s an offer!” you laughed at her. “You can call him and tell him yourself.” you teased her.

“Is that a challenge?”

“It sure is.”

“Okay, give me.” she made grabby hands towards you and you opened Noah’s contact in your phone.

She put it to her ear and waited for him to pick up. He’s going to kill you.

“Hello my friend.” she started talking. “We were just thinking about inviting you to hang out with us.”

She just smiled at you across the table.

“Oh stop lying, I can’t imagine better plans that drinks with us!” she said dramatically. “You know what if you’re scared of me maybe you could bring your friend to tag along. That one with long hair.”

You and Clara laughed at her, her pink cheeks visible even with the bar lights.

“No, not the Swede! The other one.” she looked desperate from Noah not getting her point.

“I just wanted to say that I’m gonna be much nicer to you if he comes with you. Bye!” she ended the phone call and handed your phone back to you.

“Well?” you aske.

“He laughed at me, jerk.”

“It was pretty funny.” Clara agreed.

“But is Matt coming with him or not?”

“I don’t fucking know, he didn’t tell me.” Molly crossed her arms over her chest and you prayed that Matt is coming too, otherwise Noah has his fate sealed.

“We’ll be there in 20.” your phone buzzed with a new message from Noah.

“So Matt is coming too?”

“Yep.”

“This is about to be so good.” you replied and put your phone away. You didn’t tell the girls, you wanted to see Molly’s face when she sees them walk in.

“I liked her hair better before.” you decided it was gossip time about your classmates now.

“Yeah, the black hair was m-” you didn’t get to finish your sentence, because Molly almost screamed “What the fuck?” and her eyes were full of shock.

You and Clara turned around to see Noah and Matt getting out of a black car.

“He’s really here. Oh my god that’s so embarrassing.” Molly scanned the bar to find a place where she could hide.

The two boys entered the bar and Noah’s eyes found you immediately. Matt followed him closely behind when Noah started walking.

“Hey.” Noah shifted weirdly on his feet, realizing just now how weird the situation is.

“Hi.” you said with a laugh and leaned a bit so you could see Matt, still standing behind Noah. “Hi Matt!” you waved at him.

“Hi.” he gave you a small smile and then his attention was on Molly.

“This is Clara and this is Molly.” you introduced him to your friends.

You shifted closer to Clara so Noah could sit next to you and Matt sat down next to Molly.

“What can we get you guys for coming to pick us up?” Clara asked and waved at the bartender.

Noah ordered still water and Matt a beer.

“Cat got your tongue Molly?” Noah teased your friend, enjoying the power he now had over her.

“No, I’m just tired.” she lied.

She must’ve really liked Matt, because she was never this shy around boys. But Matt was smiling at her and trying to make conversation with her.

“He might have told me he likes her too on the way here.” Noah leaned down and whispered in your ear. You got lost in the feeling of his breath on your ear, feeling exactly what you did not feel when Austin did the same.

“Oh, that’s gonna be interesting.” you whispered back and looked up at Noah.

The conversation soon became less awkward, Matt started talking about his part time job he has along college which got both Molly and Clara interested.

But you couldn’t focus on what was being said when Noah’s knee was touching yours under the table and his arm was touching yours.

It seemed like you two were having your own conversation, nonverbal.

You put your hand on his thigh while nodding along to something Matt was saying. He didn’t push it away, so you continued moving it higher and higher, waiting when he’s going to stop you.

When you reached his upper thigh, he slid one of his hands under the table too and took your hand in his, sliding it down to his knee.

You put one of your legs over the other one and used your feet to slowly move up and down Noah’s shin.

As a reaction he put his hand on your bare thigh and squeezed it. Before you could stop yourself you squeezed your thighs together and heard Noah chuckle next to you.

You finished your drink and saw Clara almost sleeping on your left. Molly and Matt were in their own bubble and your head was spinning so much you just wanted to lay in bed.

“Can we leave?” you turned to ask Noah who was looking at you with soft eyes, as he always does. You laid your head on his shoulder and mumbled “Clara is asleep and these two can find their own way home, Molly wanted to get laid anyway.”

Noah laughed at your drunk words and looked behind you to see Clara’s head against the white wall, eyes closed and mouth opened.

“Yeah let’s go.” Noah helped you and Clara out of the booth and made sure that Matt is okay with you leaving. He had absolutely no problem with that, as expected.

You carried yours and Clara’s bags as Noah helped Clara walk to his car.

“Clara I swear if you throw up in here you’re gonna pay for it.” Noah said before closing her door and turning around to find you still standing on the street. “Why are you not in the car yet?”

“I want a hug.” you reached out your arms and made putty lips.

“A hug?” when Noah didn’t move towards you, you skipped the space between you and buried your head in his chest. It took him a while to wrap his arms around you, but when he did you felt safe and warm.

“Thank you for picking us up.” your words got lost in his t-shirt, but he heard you.

“Come on, let’s get you two alcoholics home.” you smacked his chest but let him help you in the passenger seat.

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Your first stop was the campus to get Clara home. When you reached the parking lot she was snoring in the back seat. You had to help Noah this time as you two walked her to your dorm. When you dropped her on her bed and Noah lifted her legs so she could lay down she mumbled “I know Molly doesn’t like you Noah, but I do. You make her happy.” before she cuddled her blanket and fell asleep.

Noah looked up at you and you didn’t know how to react, you definitely didn’t want him to think too much of it.

He didn’t say anything, but he had a small mischievous smile on his face as you made your way back to his car.

When he pulled out of the parking lot he couldn’t help bringing it up.

“I make you happy huh?”

“Don’t let it get to your head.” you playfully pushed his shoulder, “But yeah? I guess? I never had someone like you in my life. You’re my friend and I can always count on you. Also you’re not really just a friend. I don’t know, I just never thought I could do something like this without being in a relationship, but I like what we have. You’re my bestie.”

“You’re so drunk.” he used his hand to tickle the skin of your thigh.

“Stop it!” you pushed his hand away, “And admit that we are besties.”

“No.” he just really didn’t want to say bestie out loud, but he knew you were right.

You closed your eyes and tried to calm the spinning in your head when you heard Noah say “You make me happy too, maybe.”

You didn’t say anything, just squeezed his hand and smiled to yourself.

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“I need to drink like a gallon of water.” you took your shoes off and made your way to Noah’s kitchen. You grabbed a glass and filled it with water and then reached into the cabinet under the sink where he had his snacks. Your drunk body craved something salty, so you grabbed a bag of chips and sat on the counter.

“Oh yeah, make yourself at home.” Noah said ironically when he saw you and threw a box of painkillers at you.

“Thank you.” you said with full mouth.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” and with that Noah left you alone in the kitchen.

You reached for your phone to see new messages from Molly in your group chat.

“I’m definitely getting laid tonight.”

“Help he’s so hot.”

“HE ASKED ME ON A DATE!!!!”

You laughed at the messages, but you were happy that Molly was happy.

Before you wrote a reply Noah was back, only in his black underwear.

“Oh, hi.” you jumped off the counter and made your way over to him.

“Hey.” he noticed that you were touchy more than usual tonight and he enjoyed it.

You placed your hands on his chest and your eyes followed the few water drops that slid from his hair. You leaned into him, placing soft kisses on his neck. You always like it when he had his hair washed, that messy and wet look making him even more sexy.

He let you cover his neck with kisses, enjoying when you sucked at his pulse point longer.

Your hands traced his tummy and then the waistband of his underwear.

“Okay, let’s get you to bed.” Noah took your hands before they could reach under the thin fabric and led you into his bathroom.

The room was still hot and the big mirror was covered with steam from Noah’s shower.

“Can I have a birthday wish?” you asked Noah as you started removing your makeup.

“Sure.”

“Will you take a shower with me?”

“I just took a shower Ella.” he stated the obvious.

“Yeah, but this would be a fun shower.”

“What the hell is a fun shower?”

“That’s when you have sex in the shower.” he laughed at your explanation, having the time of his life when you said your drunk thoughts out loud.

“I’m not having sex with you tonight, are you crazy?”

“What?” you asked with a pout.

“Ella, you’re drunk like an old man.” he booped your nose.

“I’m not! Look, I can walk straight.” you tried to walk straight on the line on Noah's floor, failing with the second step.

“Yep. So I’ll wait for you in bed.” he left you standing with a pout and jumped in his comfy bed.

—

“Are you asleep?” you whispered as you tiptoed in Noah’s bedroom.

“No.” he lifted his blanket so you could crawl under there with him.

When you stopped moving around and found a comfortable position Noah spoke again.

“Happy birthday Ella.” his words tickled you on the back of your neck.

“Thank you Noah, you’re the best.”

“I’ll give you your presents tomorrow.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” you groaned, “In fact you promised to not get me anything!”

“I crossed my fingers behind my back when I said that.”

“Noah!” you elbowed him in the stomach and then you both laughed.

Of course he got you a present, it’s Noah.

—

In the morning you were woken up by the sun tracing your skin. Your late night dinner and painkillers seemed to do their job and you didn’t feel any signs of hangover.

You turned around to see Noah’s back, the blanket was covering his body only to his lower back.

You started tracing your fingers over the ink on his back, your fingers moving up and down with his body as he was still breathing calmly.

It took a few more minutes before Noah woke up and turned on his other side to face you.

“Morning, how are you feeling?” he asked you, expecting you to have the worst hangover. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and yawned.

“Good morning. I feel absolutely fine.”

“So you’re ready for your presents?”

“I don’t want presents Noah, you didn’t have to.”

He got up and left the bedroom. When he came back he had a small gift bag in his hand.

“Happy birthday.” his voice was still a bit deeper than his usual voice, the sleep still evident there.

“Thank you.” you whispered and opened the little bag. “Are you fucking kidding me? Noah!”

You threw a pillow at him. He got you a fucking polaroid camera that you told him about a few months ago. A pink one.

“What? You wanted it!” Noah caught the pillow and sat back on the bed.

“I did, thank you.” you smiled at the box in front of you. He also got you two packs of films.

You reached for one of them, opened the box and put it inside the camera. You turned the camera on and before he could protest, you lifted it and took a picture of him.

“Ella!”

“I had to see if it works!”

You took the paper out and started shaking it. Soon Noah’s sleepy face appeared on it and you were about to put it back in the paper bag.

“Show me.” he yanked it out of your hand.

“Hey! That’s mine!” you got on your knees and reached for it.

“Let me take one.”

“No, it’s only for special occasions.” you snatched the picture out of his hand, but before you could sit back Noah took your wrist in his and kept you in place, close to him.

“And what occasion was this?”

“First picture.”

“Mhm.” something in Noah’s eyes changed and he leaned down to bite your jaw. Soon his teeth were replaced with wet soft kisses to soothe your skin.

“And what occasion is this?” you whispered.

“Your second present.” he laid you both down, you under him and in seconds his lips were all over your neck.

“Noah.” you moaned his name and the picture was forgotten.

He didn’t waste any time with taking your t-shirt off, he went straight to your panties and slid them down your legs.

He was always a tease, so when he dived straight in your pussy you let out a surprised moan.

“Fuck!” you moaned again, feeling his tongue everywhere. He was quick with his licks, shaking his head from side to side. When he pushed his tongue into you he groaned against you, those vibrations sending wave of pleasure to your clit.

“Fuck Noah.” he didn’t slow down, his pace still quick. Licking you from bottom to the top and occasionally slipping his tongue inside. His rushed and quicked motions bringing you the sweet feeling of orgasm.

You tried to calm your breathing, not expecting this quick and strong orgasm this early in the morning.

Noah planted a few kisses on your thighs, tracing his fingers on the curve of your ass and gave you no warning before he started sucking on your clit again.

Your reaction was to lift your hips, your clit still sensitive from Noah’s touch.

His arm slipped around your waist to hold you down, smirking against your pussy when he heard your moans again as the oversensitives changed to pleasure again.

He couldn’t hold his moans in when his tongue slid in much easier this time, your wetness slowly covering his chin. You grabbed a fistful of his hair and held him still, moving your hips against his flattened tongue (😇). He knew this was your favorite, so he let you ride his face.

“Come on, cum on my tongue baby.” he mumbled against your core, his words making you squeeze around nothing.

“Noah!” you moaned breathlessly. “That’s it.” he encouraged you and lifted his eyes as much as he could to see your face. Your eyes closed and your cheeks pink.

Your legs started to shake around his shoulders, he knew you were close. When the second orgasm hit you, your legs closed around Noah’s head and your back arched from his bed.

You sat straight and looked down at Noah still between your legs, his chin covered in you slick and he had his typical boyish smile on.

“That’s a third gift.” he chuckled when you fell back down on the mattress.

He crawled up to hover over you, leaning down to kiss you. You took his jaw in your hand and turned his face to the side so you could lick his chin, but he stopped you. “No need for that, I plan on giving you one more gift.”

He turned your bodies so you were straddling his lap, feeling his bulge, but when you reached your hand to touch him he stopped you again.

“Nah it’s your birthday. Come up here.” he made himself comfortable laying back and tugged at your thighs.

“Noah.” you said, not sure if you were comfortable sitting on his face in the daylight.

“Come on, I know you liked it the last time.” he smirked and was very sure you wanted it just as much as him.

You slowly moved yourself up his body, putting your knees next to his head carefully to not hurt him.

“Fucking love this position so much.” he said to himself before he pulled you down fully.

“Oh god.” his tongue was back inside you and you had to lean against the wall to not fall over.

You tried not to move your hips and enjoy the slow motions of his tongue, trying to prolong the pleasure he was giving you.

You looked down on him and saw his eyes closed, but his brows were furrowed, showing his concentration.

He switched between between sucking on your clit to fucking you with his tongue, or just exploring your lips, teasing you.

You almost lost it when he opened his eyes and looked up at you, holding eye contact with you.

Your head fell backwards, moans leaving your mouth uncontrollably and you felt him laugh against you at your reaction.

“Noah I’m close.” you tried to move your hips, ride his face, but his arms stopped you, he was determined to make you cum with his mouth only.

He pulled you down even more, you felt his tongue all over the place and the build of your third orgasm started forming inside you.

It was slow, your legs started to feel jiggly and you wanted it to finally snap.

You felt the tip of Noah’s nose touch your clit when his tongue slid into you, the last combination of movements that sent you over the edge.

He released your hips and let you ride through your orgasm on his face. He was smiling like an idiot under you.

You collapsed next to him, hands over your face as you tried to catch your breath.

“Happy birthday Ella.” Noah whispered into your ear and kissed your cheek. Then he stood up and started picking his outfit for the day.

“Wait, what about you?” you asked.

“I said it was your birthday. And I have to meet the guys in 30 minutes so you better get ready.”

“My legs are not working right now.”

“They better start working quickly or they’ll have to walk all the way to the campus.”

“I hate you. A girl can’t enjoy the post sex bliss, tragic.” you threw a pillow at him before getting up from his bed to get ready for the day too.

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nalyra-dreaming · 1 day ago

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Hi and thanks so much for answering my last ask, don't mean to spam! but i have some follow up questions based on your answer, so is the audience generally meant to operate like the majority of season 1 and 2 was false?

What i mean is if none of the most "incriminating" for a lack of a better word scenes never get revisited, drop scene, train scene, murder scene tower scene, trial, even antoinette with the finger thing, which I think unlikely surely we will receive some additional information for maybe a couple of these, but if we don't, the audience should still not take the events of season 1 and 2 at full face value? Doesn't that sort of invalidate the story itself? If it can all be questioned and disputed the impact for the watcher who was invested time and feelings for two seasons sort of becomes less? If that makes sense ?

And it would sort of be a cop out, for me personally I think either the series has taken a huge gamble taking 6 years to show the audience the complete story and it must land to pay off or it may remain with answers left unanswered and plot holes up to questioning in perpetuity and up to everyone's interpretation for better (or if you go on Twitter 😬) for worse?

Sorry for talking your ear off about this, promise I won't bother you anymore with this, thanks for reading 😊 😀!

Oh, bother away :)

The thing is... this is how the books are as well.

And so I do NOT see this as a "cop out", I do NOT see it as something out of the... let's say ordinary.

The Vampire Chronicles are a series of books written by vampires. Most of them by Lestat, some by Louis, Armand, Marius, and others.

They are their stories.

These stories are written for an effect, for a reason. Louis' told his to Daniel after Claudia's death, still angry and yet still numb, mourning. Lestat wrote his in an answer to Louis'. Queen of the Damned is a collection of stories of various characters but written down by Lestat. And so on.

This format includes in and by itself and per default a point of view. And an intention.

Of course these characters hide some of the truth within the narrative. Of course Armand tries to soften the blow of what he did with Claudia in his own recount of the tale. For example. Of course of course of course :)

The show does the same, in its own way.

They have Louis tell the story to Daniel, and he does it again, for a reason. Daniel has been called Louis' lifeline for the second interview, meaning Louis tried to break himself free with it. Because Louis knew deep down that some things were not true. But Louis also presents Lestat as a monster because he's angry.

I said it before, I expect the end of 1x05 to be revisited, quite often, actually, and expanded with more context. Not "just" the drop, but the dragging and spoken parts as well - and the aftermath. None of that fits with what we saw in the revisit after all, and Sam's words and the "possessed" comment in 1x06 rang all the bells in my head wrt Amel.

The train scene cannot have happened as shown, they don't need to revisit that, they gave us all the clues already.

The hotel scene and Antoinette's finger cannot have happened as shown either, there, too, the clues are all there.

Murder night... well, we have the not-fitting diary already as a clue - the only other person who can give account of that - and, more importantly maybe, DOES so in his own book - will have his say in season 3. There I do expect a revisit, yes. Maybe only a short one. But I BET Lestat has a thing to say about that.

The trial will be revisited in some kind of way as well - Sam already mentioned that he has the "original" of that scene/script, and there was an extra back then, who mentioned they filmed more than made it into the season. There, too, I expect Lestat, the only other participant still living after all, to have a word to say about it. Again, which he also does in his book.

IWTV seasons one and two... are a tale. An influenced tale.

The discrepancies are riddled through it everywhere - all the dates are off(!), the stab wounds in Lestat's back in 1x01 disappear, Lestat cannot have talked to Louis' mind directly in 1x02, and I seriously doubt that he would have let his brand new fledgling run out into the sun. Seriously doubt it.

And so on.

They put clues in - like the hair styles, imho.

So no, you can not, in fact, take the story at face value.

But... forgive me, but that is the nature of a tale, isn't it?! Louis urges Daniel in 1x01: "Let the tale seduce you." He spins a tale, with what he knows and wants to tell. Louis does not lie per intention, not really, though he, too, lies ((Jacob literally says “not everything Louis says is a lie“ in this video)) ... but more to himself - and to shield Claudia... and to downplay his part in it. He literally says that in episode 2x07, that he "played down his role in it" (Claudia's turning)... he shields himself from the ugly truth and regret and pain, and that is... all too understandable I think.

This is not a "normal show", where you can take what you see as the absolute truth. For one - what exactly did we see? Louis' imagined scenes? Or Daniel's?? Probably Louis', but you get what I mean, right? Because it was a mix of memories and edited tale, not a neutral retelling! We do NOT have a neutral camera! We have a tale within a tale, and "supposedly" only the reunion scene had a neutral camera, according to Rolin!

For ME that is part of the attraction - and frustration :) - of the show.

Because I get what you mean, but it is a HUGE puzzle also, and we will never get a "this was the truth" mock-up.

All we will get are point of views and more tales, documentaries, and, if we're lucky, neutral cameras in the "present time". And hints.

Lots and lots of hints.

And, tbh, this is very much in line with the books, to come back to the beginning.

Lestat, in his book, literally says it to the "reader": "Read between the lines."

You have to.

You have to look at what's unsaid, and what does not fit. You have to note what is out of place, or what has reasons that character does not want to talk about. This holds for all of the chronicles.

And this plays into this vexing, ingenious and frustrating show :)

I ... feel quite confident though promising that the eventual rewatch value will probably be immense. :)))

Because if they continue like this????

Show of the fucking decade.

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darkfictionjude · 2 days ago

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Hello Jude,

I really wanted to ask how you deal with hate from people. Because I am myself writing an IF and these little bitches that can't shut up is really taking a toll.

First they started complaining about the MC being genderlocked as female, like okay I get it its disappointing if you see an IF description that you like and can't play your gender, and I have explained that I am a female, and at the moment I'm not confident in my skills to write a separate code for female and male MC's because if I did I would want it to have obvious differences other than the anatomy.

Then it was about my IF only having 4 RO's, which 3 are male and 1 is female. And I had explained that the gender mattered in the story and I got hit with "but couldn't atleast add one more female RO, I feel like you put one in just for the diversity and I bet the romance with her is gonna be trash and forgotten anyway" LIKE HELLOOOOOO. Saying shit while not even knowing I am a bisexual woman who has a gf is wild? lets just walk around throwing assumptions why don't we.

Then it was it takes too long to update, man, I am a one woman show, okay? I'm juggling college because I want to be a forensic pathologist, I also have a job and I also have a life outside of college and work?? I want some time to myself, to be with friends, family and people I care about. My IF is a hobby that I like doing. I'm not getting paid and people just expect of me to pop out chapters left and right like a cow.

My gf might help me with the coding since she's good at all that numbers and stuff but she's not my employ, I don't pay her and she has her own shit to do, and I won't make her take time out of her free day just to help me.

Of course I'm not writing fucking faster with little maggots in my inbox screaming "WHEN IS THE NEXT UPDATE" "CAN YOU HURRY UP ALREADY"

Because from what I can conclude, those are not words of encouragement, how do you expect me to sit behind my computer and start writing and coding and going back and fixing thing if your throwing a tantrum.

Sentences like "Hey I know it's been a while but I hope your okay and I love your your IF, hopefully next update is coming soon."

It is NOT that hard to be respectful. Were you raised in a barn? Did you mommy and daddy not teach you manners? Because my mother used to say "if you have nothing good to say then don't say anything at all."

Because I am myself writing an IF and these little bitches that can't shut up is really taking a toll.

Well that is one way to get my attention 😭😭😭

You know what I realized? Some people can never be happy. You add another female LI they’ll say “you just did it because we bothered you not because you wanted to and you’ll sideline her 🙄”

You add a gender selectable MC and they’ll say “why does this MC feel female coded 🙄” even though you explained why you don’t feel like you can write a male MC like what did they expect if you force someone to write something they know they need more time to practice writing

Like no matter what you do for some people it’s never going to be enough. And god forbid you answer back with the same energy they give you or you’ll be deemed an asshole while they’ll go scott-free

It’s hardly ever fair for us when people decide that you must answer insult with a costumer service smile. And these complainers will never be content because they deliberately played a game that they knew would have elements they didn’t like but magically thought they could bully you to change them

So the way I handle it is to stop caring about how others perceive for defending myself against nagging and nonconstructive criticism. I am confident that I’ve never been one to instigate hate towards any reader I’ve only ever answered something someone else starts in my inbox. And I also know that for every mean reader there are like 10 nice readers who don’t mind waiting, are excited about what you put out and are respectful

I used to get the “next update” messages and I don’t anymore because I’ve hammered it in that unless I say a projected date don’t ask me because not even I know. I do get that it gets annoying to repeat yourself so I would either put it in your bio that you don’t know when the next update is or just starting deleting those asks

Being an IF writer is very much an experiment in protecting your peace of mind 😭

Also I know why you wouldn’t want to say what your IF is called but maybe one day you could maybe DM me privately to tell me cause I would like to play it 🤗 and I would defend you 🤺

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sayitaliano · 1 day ago

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Hi, I have a cultural question: How strong is "Ti voglio bene"? I know it doesn't express romantic love, but does it indicate that you consider someone a good/close friend and really care deeply about them or is it thrown around pretty liberally for anyone you know and are on friendly terms with? There's this Italian guy I've been talking to online for 3 years, and we've met in person twice. He recently said this to me and it took me by (pleasant) surprise, because I don't feel like we are that close (sometimes we go months without talking). It was in the context of me disclosing some serious medical struggles - could it just mean "I wish you that things will end well" or something in this context? Sorry for the weird question, I'm probably overthinking it 😅

Ciao!

"Ti voglio bene" is generally used with people we care about, so to me it sounds like he simply cares for you. Some say "voler bene" (wanting someone's good/wellness) is stronger than loving someone (which may sound a bit more "selfish"). Some others say that amare is much more than voler bene, and that voler bene is one step below amare. I do think that it's not some random words said like it's nothing anyway. But ofc, it depends on what type of person he his and how he's used to see and feel about those words. It's not really some cultural thing, more likely a personal experience/feeling (you can read this post if you want) with those words and emotions. Maybe something generational too, to an extent. But still, unsolicited personal opinion: after 3 years, you may start to care for someone else you, even occasionally, talk to and share bits of life with. Even more if you seldom meet them. You care even just a bit for such a human, I guess. Like maybe he cares for you, empathized with you too, and wanted to show support somehow or let you know he's there for you/that you are not alone. In a friendly/supportive way, good human x good human.

If he meant to say something along the lines of "I hope it will end well" he would have just said that literally and clearly (imho): eg. "Spero che ti riprenda presto", "Spero che vada tutto per il meglio" "Ti auguro che vada tutto bene e finisca presto"... we're plenty of similar sentences. But these are a bit more detached forms, despite we use them also with friends and people we care for. It's just a whole different acception/display of concern/care. A different "context/situation" (going more in detail of it).

Just please, don't feel bad if you don't feel as close to him: feelings are personal, we cannot make them as we like. Maybe, even if you don't talk that much, he feels good with you, so saying "ti voglio bene" felt natural to him. Some people don't need daily chats to feel close to someone else, some others do... it's okay. We're all different. And we have different experiences of life too. And his personal life/friendships should be considered as well to get a better perspective. Maybe he sees you as a sister. Maybe you're just not used to hear nice words or feel valued as much by another human being? Yk, it occurred to me once while interacting with someone, that some people aren't used to random kindness and nice words of affection, so they may get flustered at them more easily and may tend to stress over them and their reasons (may not be you but). Maybe yes, you're just overthinking... try to let things flow as they feel for both of you. Just enjoy and don't worry about him/what he meant (or just ask him! You ofc can), focus more on you and your own feelings even if it's complicated at times. We worry cause we feel like we don't have control or don't have a choice, but we always have (inside of us). Receive some free nice loving and caring words and don't feel bad :) There's always time to worry.. As we say "Non fasciarti la testa prima di essertela rotta".

Anyway, take care dear. Wish you a speedy recovery and lot of nurturing people around you!

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appsartstash · 1 year ago

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Been having varying levels of Rain World brain rot for the last while, so a good chunk of what I've been drawing lately are slugcats. Most of these are my own ideas because I've gotten more attached than I intended. I'll yell about them under the cut.

First is an attempt at a Hunter design featuring a slugpup I've been calling the Squire. My main idea is that before the end of Hunter's campaign, they leave Squire with Gourmand's colony, and Squire ends up acting as a guard there when they're older.

The second image is of the Cathode (green) and the Chameleon (black and white). They're both purposed organisms from a different group of iterators than those in-game. Cathode is resistant to electricity and can store electric charges to stun attackers, and they were made to help maintain a damaged iterator can. Chameleon is the obligatory part-lizard scug, being made with white lizard traits by a different iterator than Cathode. Chameleon was frequently overshadowed by their creator's other slugcat, though, so they end up leaving and being taken in by Cathode's creator. I imagine Cathode and Chameleon end up as a bonded pair and are pretty much inseparable after the Chameleon arrives.

The last is the Scholar (or at least my take on that idea, I've seen the title used by others). They'd be post-Saint, purposed by an iterator to investigate why communications have gone quiet. Design-wise, they'd be closer to Gourmand's build but very fluffy, and the darker fur around the eyes was meant to resemble glasses, but I realized it looked a bit like a raccoon's mask, resulting in the tail stripes.

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freezinglemur · 24 days ago

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It burns…it hurts.

It hurts so much.

Slow, shaky breathing is the only sound to leave the little sapling as it lays in the grass, keeping its eye shut.

Why? It had tried so hard…it had one job! One purpose! And now? Now?! Now…now it just hurt.

Hate. They should feel so much hate, but it is too tired now to feel such a thing in the way it thinks it should.

It almost wants to cry, not that it has much energy for that either if it wanted to.

Their few thoughts are paused by a gentle touch. It’s…familiar, and cooler in temperature. It doesn’t burn. Somehow it's simultaneously and contradictorily warm in a sense, but not in the same way fire is. They can’t explain the sensation, but it knows who the sensation belongs to.

The void gently brushes one of their hands over the little spirit’s head.

Why didn’t xe just give up? Feel disdain towards it like everything else? Why hadn’t they fought it like the burning ram had, even upon knowing its intentions fully? It should hate that being, but it can’t find the energy to right now. Xe did get them free, it supposed, even if it was all for not. It should–

“Shh…”

The thoughts pause again. The burns…hurt slightly less where the void lays xir hand.

“You did your best. It is time to rest now, Birch. She’ll be here to collect you soon.”

She…? Master…?

It’s hard to say, the sapling is exhausted. The void tucks a small, familiar lantern under the tree’s cloak. It limply rests its hands around it…something else to focus on. It was nice to not have darkness for a time. What a waste, now…maybe they will keep it. Out of spite–that’s all…yeah. Just...just out of spite. Right.

It feels the void rise, the figure gently removing their hands and taking a few steps back. A tendril still holds on a moment longer. Perhaps they’ll stay...?

It isn’t long before Birch is scooped up by someone else, however; someone…familiar in a different way. The void says a farewell to the sapling, and to whomever has picked it up, but the little tree doesn’t process the words well, and they cannot answer. The tendril gently falls away, returning to its owner.

The spirit feels so weak, and so tired…so very, very tired.

‘It’s time to rest, little sapling. Until we meet again.’

It gives in, it falls asleep.

And Hex departs with it in her arms.

(Based on the events of @ask-the-secret-weapons (Bonus below))

The two share a brief glance. They share an understanding, somehow, perhaps if only due to the tree and their connections to it.

Opal, as they call their vessel, stands and watches Hex depart. They hold no malice towards her nor the sapling; in xir mind, it hardly did anything wrong.

All the grudges, sins, hatred, and malice from being trapped so long–those souls had every right to feel as they did in their restlessness, and the tree only was fulfilling its given orders and purpose. Very little wrong with that, in the Void’s many eyes.

The horned god of the hearth hardly did anything wrong either; He was created, though told little of his purpose. Sentient with the ability to question, he deserved answers, to think, and to choose what to do. While Opal had hardly expected such a hasty decision to release little Birch from the burning Ram, they did not blame the Wickerman for his choice. Very little wrong with that, in the Void’s many eyes.

The town itself. It has done many wrong, and many right. Some deserve the wrath that was coming, some may not, but no one particularly wants to die. They are not wrong for wanting to preserve themselves, either. Very little wrong with that, in the Void’s many eyes.

The Phalanx. Believing they could contain things forever, they have grown so accustomed to disaster being contained or controlled. They have lulled themselves into a false sense of security, believing they are forever on top. That they can use these “secret weapons” as they call them, for whatever they please one day. “Strength in Control,” and yet, they have little control now. Perhaps they can lie to themselves longer. Rather amusing, in the Void’s many eyes.

The rest of the “weapons” themselves…quite the collection. A shame, a princess stolen away, what is she without her people, twisted into a form meant for war? What would the supercomputer think if she knew what had happened to this old friend, would she morn? A doctor, kept complacent by its programing, his only purpose to make others “happy,” what is he when forsaken? An escaped employee of this superstructure, running to make a life for himself away from disassembly; is he wrong for wanting and taking such a freedom?

They cry out for aid, it is a shame, in the Void’s many eyes. The Void hears all the cries which do not manage to reach anyone else, desires that hide deep within, the void listens, and it provides its own aid in certain ways.

Alton, you are supposed to heed the call of your creations, and yet you give them silence. You shirk your responsibilities, and they pay the price.

And in the Void's many eyes...

There is something wrong with that. 👁

#Opal's art #my writing #My art #Idk what I ws going for with the doodle I just felt like it *shrug*#Doesn't really have meaning to it but you can give it meaning if you want #Just Two lil writing blurbs inspired from the events :]#The Void sees little wrong with how everyone has been feeling and the actions they all take; Xe has no issue with any of them actually #Opal DOES however have issue with Alton not doing his job. With that much power they find him simply being a coward or negligent #They are in their own way stepping up about it; But if he continues being silent (which we know he will) Opal is going to give him an earfu #If I had a nickel for every time Opal dealt with a deity and helped/talked to/knocked some sense into em #I'd have a small stack of nickels. Which is several more than initially expected but I think it works out #They're more like a background force that steps in now n then when it comes to certain things. You might not even know they're around #Shapeshifting has its perks when reality cannot bind you; It's a blessing they play by the rules...most of the time.#Buuuut anyway I'm rambling !! If anyone has questions I guess you're always free to ask haha #writing

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