#do these tags read like the ramblings of a mad man? am I just throwing darts at a wall and connecting them with red string?

[neverendingford]

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[thebibliosphere]

So I'm currently unemployed because I got fired for taking too much sick leave (it was legally sketchy blah blah blah but in the end I just can't work and take care of myself and investigate my mystery health problems at the same time). So I've been spending more time writing!

I really admire your writing and loved Hunger Pangs. I'm looking forward to the poly elements developing and I'm wondering if you have any advice for writing about poly. I've made one of my projects a snarky take on "write what you know" ... Apparently what I know is southern gothic meets Pacific northwest gothic, chronic illness pandemic surrealism, and falling back-asswards into threesomes.

I know this is a very open-ended question and I don't expect an answer, I'm just curious about it if you have the energy. As a writer, trying to write honestly / realistically about polyamory/enm, I'm curious if you have any thoughts on what's different about portraying monogamy or nonmonogamy in books, romance or erotica or otherwise.

I'm trying to read examples but it's hard to find examples that fit the niche I'm looking at. Excuse me if this question is nonsense, it's the cluster headaches.

I'm sorry to hear you've been dealing with all that and solidarity on the cluster headaches. But I'm glad you're finding an outlet through writing! And I hope you're happy with an open-ended ramble in response because oh boy, there's a lot I could talk about and I could probably do a better job of answering this sort of thing with more specific questions, but let's see where we end up.

There's definitely a big difference between writing polyamory/ENM (ethical non-monogamy) and what people often expect from monogamous love stories.

Just even from a purely sales and marketing standpoint, the moment you write anything polyamorous (or even just straight up LGBTQIA+ without the ENM) you're going to get considered closer to being erotica/obscene than hetero romances. It's an unfair bias, but it's one that exists in our society. But also the Amazon algorithm and their shitty, shitty human censors. Especially the ones that work the weekends. (Talking to you, Carlos 🖕.)

So not only do you start out hyper-aware that you're writing something that is highly stigmatized or fetishized (at least I'm hyper-aware) but that you are also writing for a niche market that is starving for positive content because the content that exists is either limited, not what they want, or is problematic in some fashion i.e. highly stigmatized or fetishy. And even then, the wants, desires, and expectations of the community you're writing for are complex and wildly varied and hard to fit into an easy formula.

When writing monogamous love stories, there is a set expectation that’s really hard to fuck up once you know it. X person meets Y. Attraction happens, followed by some sort of minor conflict/resolution. Other plot may happen. A greater catalyst involving personal growth for both parties (hopefully) happens. Follow the equation to its ultimate resolution and achieve Happily Ever After. 

But writing ENM is... a lot more difficult, if only because of the pure scope of possibilities. You could try to follow the same equation and shove three (or more) people into it, but it rarely works well. Usually because if you’re doing it right, you won’t have enough room in a single character arc to allow for enough growth, and if ENM requires anything in abundance, it’s room to grow.

And this post is huge so I’m going to put the rest under a cut :)

There's also a common refrain in certain online polyam/ENM circles that triads and throuples are overrepresented in media and they may be right to some extent. Personally, I believe the issue isn't that triads and throuples are overrepresented, but that there is such minuscule positive rep of ethical non-monogamy in general, that the few tiny instances we have of triads in media make it seem like it's "everywhere" when in actuality, it's still quite rare and the media we do have often veers into Unicorn Hunter fetish porn. Which is its own problematic thing. And just to be clear, I’m not including this part to dissuade you from writing "falling back-asswards into threesomes." If anything, I need more of it and would hook it directly into my brain if I could. I'm just throwing it out there into the void in the hope that someone will take the thought and run with it, lol.

I’d love to see more polyfidelitous rep in fiction, just as much as I’d like to see more relationship anarchy too. More diversity in fiction is always good.

Another thing that differs in writing ENM romance vs conventional monogamy is the feeling like you need to justify yourself. There's a lot of pressure to be as healthy and non-problematic as possible because you are being held to a higher standard of criticism. Both from people from without the ENM communities, and from the people within. Granted, some people don't give a shit and just want to read some fantastic porn (valid) but there are those who will cheerfully read Fifty Shades of Bullshit and call it "spicy" and "romantic," then turn around and call the most tooth-rottingly-sweet-fluff about a queer platonic polycule heresy. That's just the way the world works.

(Pro-tip for author life in general: never read your own reviews; that way madness lies. I glimpsed one the other day that tagged Hunger Pangs as “ethical cheating” and just about had an aneurism.)

And while that feeling of needing to justify yourself comes from a valid place of being excluded from the table of socially accepted norms, it can also be to the detriment of both the story and the subject matter at hand. I've seen some authors bend so far over backward to avoid being problematic in their portrayal of ENM, they end up being problematic for entirely different reasons. Usually because they give such a skewed, rose-tinted perspective of how things work, it ends up coming off as well... a bit culty and obnoxious tbh.

“Look how enlightened we are, freed from the trappings of monogamy and jealousy! We’re all so honest and perfect and happy!”

Yeah, uhu, sure Jan. Except here’s the thing, not all jealousy is bad. How you act on it can be, but jealousy itself is an important tool in the junk drawer that is the range of human emotion. It can clue us in to when we’re feeling sad or neglected, which in turn means we should figure out why we’re feeling those things. Sometimes it’s because brains are just like that and anxiety is a thing. Other times it’s because our needs are actually being neglected and we are in an unhealthy situation we need to remedy. You gotta put the work in to figure it out. Which is the same as any style of relationship, whether it’s mono, polyam or whatever flavor of ENM you subscribe to* And sometimes you just gotta be messy, because that’s how humans are. Being afraid to show that mess makes it a dishonest portrayal, and it also robs you of some great cannon fodder for character development.

Which brings me in a roundabout way to my current pet peeve in how certain writers take monogamous ideals and apply them to ENM, sometimes without even realizing it. The “Find the Right Person and Settle Down” trope.

Often, in this case, ENM or polyamory is treated as a phase. Something you mature out of with age or until you meet “The One(tm).” This is, of course, an attempt to follow the mono style formula expected in most romances. And while it might appeal to many readers, it’s uh, actually quite insulting. 

To give an example, I am currently seeing this a lot in the Witcher fandom. 

Fanon Netflix!Jaskier is everyone's favorite ethical slut until he meets Geralt then woops, wouldn’t you know, he just needed to find The One(tm). Suddenly, all his other sexual and romantic exploits or attractions mean nothing to him. Let's watch as he throws away a core aspect of his personality in favor of a man. 

Yeah... that sure showed those societal norms... 

If I were being generous, I’d say it’s a poor attempt at showing New Relationship Euphoria and how wrapped up people can become in new relationships. But honestly, it’s monogamous bias eking its way in to validate how special and unique the relationship is. Because sometimes people really can’t think of any other way to show how important and valid a relationship is without defining it in terms of exclusivity. Which is a fundamental misunderstanding of how ENM works for a lot of people and invalidates a lot of loving, serious and long-term relationships.

This is not to say that some polyam/poly-leaning people can't be happy in monogamous relationships! I am! (I consider myself ambiamorous. I'm happy with either monogamy or polyamory, it really just depends on the relationship(s) I’m in.) But I also don't regard my relationship with a mono partner as "settling down" or "growing up." It's just a choice I made to be with a person I love, and it's a valid one. Just like choosing to never close yourself off to multiple relationships is valid. And I wish more people realized that, or rather, I wish the people writing these things knew that :P

Anyway, I think I’ve rambled enough. I hope this collection of incoherent thoughts actually makes some sense and might be useful. 

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*A good resource book that doesn't pull any punches in this regard is Polysecure by Jessica Fern. It's a wonderfully insightful read that explores the messier side of consensual non-monogamy, especially with how it can be affected by trauma or inter-relationship conflicts. But it also shows how to take better steps toward healthy, ethical non-monogamy (a far better job than More Than Two**) and conflict resolution, making it a valuable resource both for someone who is a part of this relationship style***, but also for writers on the outside looking in who might have a very simple or misguided idea of what conflict within polyam/ENM relationships might look like, vs traditional monogamous ones.

** The author of More Than Two has been accused of multiple accounts of abuse within the polyamorous community, with many of his coauthors having spoken out about the gaslighting and emotional and psychological damage they experienced while in a relationship with him. A lot of their stories are documented here: https://www.itrippedonthepolystair.com/ (warning: it is not light material and deals with issues of abuse, gaslighting, and a whole other plethora of Yikes.) While some people still find More Than Two helpful reading, there are now, thankfully, much, much better resources out there.

*** Some people consider polyam/ENM to be part of their identity or orientation, while others view it as a relationship style.It largely depends on the individual. 

[denkamis]

Can you please write a fluff one shot about a sk8 the infinity like his girlfriend/boyfriend/s/o falls asleep on him

to anon: omg first request omgomg thank you so much for sending one in! i wasn’t sure which sk8 character you were referring to, so i decided to write one for both reki and langa! hope you don’t mind hehe <3 this is the one for reki, the one for langa will take a little bit longer bc of valentine’s & other requests but i hope you like this one regardless!

warnings: none, just some fluffy times with the best boy. reader is gn!

word count: 1.3k

sleepyhead. (reki x reader)

Late nights were certainly not a rare occurrence with your boyfriend, Reki. He was filled to the brim with energy and passion that practically flowed out of him like a geyser. Not that you were opposed to that at all, you found that it was one of the qualities that made you fall for him in the first place. Though, you worried that he wasn’t taking into consideration his own personal health during these late night excursions. Take for instance tonight, as it was slowly approaching two thirty am, it seemed that the redhead had no clear intention of stopping his work.

The two of you were cooped up in his workshop behind his house, Reki singing along to some “cool jams” as he called them. In reality, it was his Spotify playlist of the “best 2000’s alternative” music like Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne and Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low. You were barely hanging onto your string of consciousness, the mere idea of sleep sounding like absolute heaven at this very moment. You were propped up on a stool in the corner, the stack of skating magazines Reki had given you to flick through in case you got bored now sat in a neat pile off to the side. You had read each one of them front to back twice already tonight.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love spending time with Reki. You enjoyed listening to his midnight ramblings of whatever came to mind. His ideas for new boards, designs for stickers, and other creative ways to beat his future S opponents were usually his topics of interest. No one really noticed how much of an imaginative person your boyfriend was. He could be impulsive and over excited at times, but his fantastic mind and his willingness to create made your heart soar. Not only that, but he was fairly handy when it came to fixing up and assembling his own boards like he was some mad scientist waiting for one of his many experiments to go right. You indulged him as much as you could, you really did enjoy his company. Even if you would much rather be curled up beside him snuggling in bed rather than hear Reki precariously make his way through the lyrics of Check Yes Juliet for what seemed like the seventh time.

“Reki,” you spoke up finally as the analog clock on the wall indicated the current time of two forty-three am. Reki looked up from Langa’s custom longboard, hair bouncing about despite already being contained by the headband he wore everyday. “Yeah?” he asked, throwing a glance over his shoulder only to see your weary eyelids and tired expression. His entire demeanour melted, lips jutted out in a tiny pout upon seeing his poor baby so tired.

He backed away from his worktable, dancing and tiptoeing across the floor to avoid stepping on any spare parts or tools he had left lying about his mishmash of a workshop.

“Is baby tired?” he cooed, sawdusted fingers beginning to tug and pinch at the corners of your cheeks. You groaned in annoyance, your sleep deprived state causing you to be a tad more irritable at this hour. “Reki,” you repeated in a more serious tone, ember coloured irises meeting your e/c ones. His calloused hands moved to cup your face, warmth enveloping you in a way that felt like home. The scent of pine and the remnants of orange crush soda invaded your senses. He smiled at you with that goofy face of his, the one that Langa constantly teased for being weird. Maybe it was your sleepy nature, but he looked even more gorgeous in the harsh LED lighting of his garage. Tiny strands of his auburn hair fell in front of his face as he tilted his head to the side, his smile growing as he watched your eyes begin to droop.

“Please. Let’s go to bed,” you asked of him as kindly yet firmly as you could. Reki clicked his tongue a bit, thinking for a moment before delivering a cute peck to your nose. “A few more minutes! Then we can head inside, grab a cookie or two and crawl into bed together! It’ll be just a jiffy okay? Here, you can even set an alarm,” Reki was already reaching for his phone in his hoodie pocket so that you could do just as he suggested. He stopped in his tracks as he felt your hands clasp around his hoodie, pulling him close so that you could hug his torso. He laughed at how clingy you could be while being so sleepy, his hand patting atop your head as a form of affection.

“Wow, you really are.. sleeping,” Reki’s voice trailed off as he looked down to be greeted by you completely passed out against him. Your arms held your boyfriend close, your face buried within the fabric of his yellow skater boy hoodie. Soft snores escaped you, your breathing slowed and calm as you finally let your consciousness slip out of your ever fleeting grasp. Reki’s face began to bloom with colour the longer he stared at you, panic setting in as he realized what was truly happening.

You had fallen asleep against him. Oh shit. Oh god. You were asleep against him. That meant you were so comfortable that you just so happened to pass out in his arms. Reki bit back a giddy smile, warmth cascading through him in a form of nothing but love radiating solely for you at nearly three in the morning. His heart thumped rapidly against his rib cage. No matter how long he had been with you, he kept discovering new things about you that made him absolutely lose his mind. You falling asleep against him definitely being one of those many things. You looked so peaceful, so unbothered and safe within his embrace. This warmth you had given him overtook his will to keep working, his hands moving your hair out of the way of your face to kiss your forehead.

“Sorry for making you stay up, sweet baby,” he apologized in a quiet tone. His hands moved your arms to around his neck, using his strength to lift you up and wrap your legs securely around his waist. “I can’t say I’m not grateful for you being here for me, though. You could have left too, yet you stayed here for me,” Reki spoke to your sleeping form. The fact that you had stayed up with him this late made him even more grateful to have you. Reki grunted a bit as he adjusted to the newfound weight of you around him, your hair getting in his mouth and his eyes squinting to find the light switch so that he could flick it off before leaving. Reki was always careful with you, handling you as if you were a sort of glass figurine he barely even had the permission to touch.

“You look so damn cute like this, y’know,” he continued to speak as he maneuvered his way about his house, trying his best to subdue his footsteps and make as little noise as possible. He didn’t want to wake up his mom or little sisters. “Man, I’m so lucky. Seriously really lucky to have someone like you in my life.”

In your sleep, you subconsciously nuzzled your head against his chest. He melted a bit, holding back a tiny noise of happiness as he began to beam like an idiot holding his partner. You were the most amazing person, the person who made him happy every single day without fail, the person who picked him up no matter how much he bailed or got hurt. He loved you more than anything, and he wanted to treat you as well as you treated him. Even if it meant carrying you to bed after a late night of him talking your ear off about skateboarding for three consecutive hours.

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One of Them Girls

Angel Reyes x Reader

Request by @lakamaa12: I have a request.. if you don't want to do it, no worries (or it's been done by another blog and I missed it).I was wondering if you would consider writing something with Angel based around the song One of Them Girls by Lee Brice?

(Part 2 can be found Here)

Warnings: language, alcohol, Angel being the cutie we know he is

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: To the best of my knowledge, no one else has written an Angel fic for this song yet! If you have and I didn’t see it, my bad! But real talk I’ve been obsessed with this song lately and I wanted to write a fic for it so I’m super glad you sent this my way. Hope you enjoy! xo

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Your roommate had been trying for months to get you to go to one of the MC parties with her. She knew them from working at Vicki’s and she swore that you would have a good time if you just came to the clubhouse with her.

“Just for a couple hours,” she pleaded as she stood in the doorway to your room, “and if you’re really not having a good time, we can leave and I’ll never bother you about it again. Promise.”

You sighed, leaning your head back against your headboard, “Fine. Just so you won’t bother me about it anymore.”

She beamed, “Yes! Oh this is gonna be so fun,” you could practically see the thoughts racing through her head, “Wear those skinny jeans that make your butt look good.”

You groaned, “You’re gonna dress me, too?”

She laughed, “It’s just a friendly suggestion.”

It was a suggestion that you begrudgingly took her up on. She really wasn’t that pushy about what to wear, but she knew that she was able to nudge you out of your comfort zone a little bit sometimes. You’d ended up with a simple, low-cut black tank top, the jeans she had suggested, and a pair of black boots. You weren’t going to risk snapping your ankle in a pair of heels when you didn’t know what you’d be walking into.

Elena may have been persistent, but she was a woman of her word. She stayed by you when you first arrived, knowing the scene was a little overwhelming when you first walk into it. You weren’t quite sure what you had been expecting, but this wasn’t quite what you had pictured in your mind. It was a little tamer, a little less chaotic than your brain had been telling you it would be.

“C’mon,” she tugged you towards the bar, “I’ll get you a beer.”

“Elena, who are all these people?” you asked quietly as you scanned the room.

She started pointing out the members of the MC one by one, telling you their names and a few fun facts about each. Some of the facts were a little more information than you cared to know, but she got you to laugh. Some of the girls you recognized because they’d come over and hang out at your apartment sometimes, and it was nice to know that you knew more than just one person at the party. They said there was power in numbers, right?

“Hey, querida,” a voice piped up from behind the two of you.

Elena turned, a smile instantly spreading across her face as she walked up to the man who had been speaking to her and letting him scoop her up in a hug, “Angel, hey!”

He set her down and his eyes found their way over to you. You felt small under the weight of his gaze but you tried not to let it show. He glanced back to Elena, “You brought a friend?”

She laughed, nodding, “Angel, this is my roommate, and best friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Angel, the biggest pain in the ass in the MC.”

He placed a hand over his chest, an exaggeratedly pained expression on his face, “Right to my heart.”

The three of you laughed and you shook your head slightly, the nerves beginning to dissipate a little bit. You weren’t expecting him to plop down on the stool next to yours, but he did. You looked over to Elena, as if to ask if you should be worried about anything. She flashed you a smile as she sat down on the other side of you, giving your arm a light, reassuring squeeze as she reached for her drink.

“So what questionable decisions led you here tonight?” he asked with a laugh as he took a swig of his beer.

You laughed, shaking your head, “Just throwing Elena a bone. She’s been wanting me to come here with her for a while.”

“Didn’t want to be hanging out with a bunch of degenerates?” there was a playful smirk on his face.

You smiled, “More like I didn’t want to be hanging out with a bunch of people in general,” you laughed, “I’m a bit of a homebody.”

“I’m working on that,” Elena piped in with a smile.

The three of you sat at the bar and talked for a little while. You could tell that Angel was trying to get a read on you, the new girl. You couldn’t be mad because you were doing the same thing to him. He was smooth, flirtatious, but not overbearingly so. That was a game you’d be willing to play for the night while you pacified your friend. If you were going to be forced to socialize, there were worse people to look at while doing it.

Elena must’ve gotten the vibe from you, because she politely excused herself from the conversation, letting you know that she wouldn’t be far if you decided that you wanted to bail and go home. You saw the smirk tugging at her lips as she walked away though, knowing that you were having a much better time there than you’d ever admit.

“So I gotta know,” Angel asked as he idly toyed with the beer bottle in his hands, “how does a homebody like you end up rooming with Miss “Life of the Party” Elena?”

You laughed, trying not to stare at the way his ringed fingers traced and curled around the neck of his beer bottle, “We actually had a few classes together our first year in college,” you shook your head, “Nothing bonds two people together like suffering through statistics classes together.”

He chuckled, “Fuck that.”

“That was exactly how we felt.”

The longer the two of you talked, the more he tested his boundaries. He wasn’t pushy, or inappropriate, but he was definitely trying to figure out what made you tick. You weren’t going to give him that kind of satisfaction so quickly, though. You bantered back and forth with him, and you couldn’t remember the last time a guy had you laughing so hard.

Angel was in the middle of an incredibly cheesy pickup line that he swore has worked for him before when the song coming through the speakers changed. You couldn’t help but to perk up a little bit at the familiar beat and Angel noticed the shift immediately. He watched you for a moment as he tried to feel out the situation.

“Wanna dance?”

You shook your head no with zero hesitation, “No thank you.”

He laughed, “C’mon, why not? Live a little.”

You smiled but didn’t move to get up from your stool, “I’m sure there are plenty of women here tonight that would love to dance with you, Angel.”

He didn’t push the topic any further. You were smiling but he could see the flash of emotion in your eyes and he knew that there was something there that you weren’t ready to tap into yet with him. So, instead, he got you another beer and delved back into his cheesy pickup line story. When you realized that he was going to move past what you just said and not make it awkward, the tension immediately melted out of your body. You gladly took the beer bottle from him as you listened him ramble into another story.

“Yo, Angel,” Coco called from the pool table, “get over here. Bring your friend, we need two more.”

“You play pool?” Angel asked you, curious to your answer.

You shrugged as you hopped off the stool, “I mean I know how to.”

He laughed as he followed you across the clubhouse, “That’s not a super reassuring answer, querida.”

“Man, fuck him. You can be on my team,” Coco said with a laugh, “He and Gilly can fend for themselves.”

There was something reassuring and welcoming about the way that Coco spoke to you—like he had known you for years. He handed you your pool stick, smile still plastered onto his face. This wasn’t how you had originally pictured your night going, but you weren’t upset about it.

About halfway through the game, Angel was pissed that he didn’t try to team up with you. You and Coco were on a hot-streak and he really didn’t expect that from you. He shook his head as you sank another shot, and you had to laugh at the way that Coco was able to effectively gloat with just a simple look thrown Angel’s way.

“I mean I know how to,” Angel mocked you with a laugh as he shook his head, watching you line up to take another shot, “Can’t believe you fuckin’ hustled me.”

You laughed, “I don’t think you can call it hustling if there’s no money involved. You’re just mad because we’re about to whoop your ass.”

He chuckled and glanced over at Coco, “Don’t look so smug, Coco. She’s fuckin’ carrying you right now.”

The game wrapped up quickly with you and Coco both doing so well. Gilly had been more than content to sit back and watch it all happen, reveling in the fact that someone, and someone new at that, was kicking Angel’s ass at pool. Angel was shaking his head as he set his stick aside, still trying to figure out how all of that just happened. For someone who claimed that they didn’t like going out and doing things, you seemed to be full of surprises.

“Since I am a gracious winner,” you said with a laugh as you let Coco put your stick away, “I’ll buy you all a drink.”

Angel went to protest, not wanting you to be buying anything for any of them, but Gilly slapped his chest to stop him. The look on Gilly’s face made it very evident that no matter how cute the girl was, none of them were about to be turning down free drinks. Angel laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

As the night wore on, slowly but surely people began to trickle out of the clubhouse. You hadn’t really talked to Elena since you got wrapped up playing pool with the guys, but the two of you kept an eye on one another. Every now and then she’d shoot you a look, one that asked if you needed to get out, and you would just shake your head. She’d smile, sometimes throw you a wink, before getting wrapped back up into whatever she was doing. You knew that she was just glad to get you out of the house and socializing with people.

You and Angel were sitting next to each other on the couch talking, keeping your conversation low in the midst of music and noise still filling the clubhouse. You were shaking your head at him as he told you about some of the scrapes he’d gotten into with his brother, someone that you knew you’d also love to sit and have a conversation with eventually.

Elena walked up and gave you a nudge, smiling when you turned to her, “Not trying to rush you, but I think a couple of the girls and I are gonna head out. You want me to bring you home before I go with them?”

Truthfully, you didn’t want to leave. But she was your ride, so it wasn’t like you were going to have much of a choice. Just as you were about to speak up and say you’d get ready to leave, Angel interrupted, “I can take you home if you want.”

You glanced back at him, arching one eyebrow, “Oh?”

“Yea,” he shrugged, smiling, “I don’t mind.”

Elena bit at her bottom lip, trying to fight back a smile, “You good with that, Y/N?”

You nodded, “Yea, I think so,” you laughed, “Worst case scenario I have pepper spray in my bag.”

“Jesus,” Angel laughed.

Elena shook her head with a grin as she leaned down to kiss your cheek, “Text me when you’re home. Love you.”

“Love you too. Text when you get to wherever the hell you guys are all going,” you chuckled.

“Will do,” she turned and hugged Angel, “Get her home safe, or I’ll beat your ass.”

He nodded, trying hard not to laugh because he knew that she was serious, “Yes ma’am.”

When she was gone and it was just the two of you again, things felt a little different. You suddenly became very aware of the way that his arm was draped over the back of the couch, his fingers almost brushing against your shoulder. Despite the number of people that were still in the clubhouse, it felt like it was just you two left. Everything else felt farther away.

“Can I ask where you’re from?” he leaned in a little closer to you and took a sip of his beer, “Because I feel like you’re not from around here.”

You smiled, shaking your head, “I’m not. I’m from the East Coast—came out this way for college,” you laughed, “Very cliché, I know.”

“Ah, you’re one of them girls, huh?”

“Who are them girls?” you chuckled.

“Had to get the hell outta dodge?”

You smiled and nodded, not really wanting to get into the details of your decisions, “Something like that.”

“You musta broke a lot of hearts when you left,” there was a smirk tugging at his lips.

You laughed, “Wouldn’t know—haven’t been back to find out.”

Somewhere along the line of your conversation, the two of you had gotten very comfortable. You had your legs pulled up underneath you as you leaned into him, his hand resting lightly on the nape of your neck. Every now and then when you laughed your hand would come to rest on his thigh for a moment or two before you pulled it back to your own body. He wasn’t bold enough to say it but he wished that you’d leave it there.

There was a brief lull in the conversation and you looked around the clubhouse, seeing that the two of you were some of the last people there. You checked your phone, seeing that you had gotten the safety update from your roommate almost an hour before and hadn’t noticed from being so enthralled with Angel.

“You got that look on your face like you gotta get going,” Angel said knowingly.

You sighed, “Yea, unfortunately I still have to go and do life stuff tomorrow,” there was a hint of laughter to your voice.

His thumb traced idly along the exposed skin at the base of your neck, “We can take the bike, if you want.”

You pressed your lips together for a moment, “I’ve never ridden on one before.”

He chuckled as he rose to his feet, helping you to do the same, “Something tells me you’ll be fine.”

The two of you walked out of the clubhouse, Angel’s hand settling on the small of your back. The chilly night air hit your skin and sent a chill through you. Without a second thought, Angel peeled off his sweatshirt that he’d put on and handed it over to you. You started to shake your head no but he wordlessly pushed the hoodie into your hands. You gave in with a smile, pulling it down over your head. It was warm, and you were practically swimming in the fabric, but you didn’t mind.

He let you use his helmet, and you settled behind him after climbing onto the bike. Your hands were lightly resting on his waist and he pulled your arms tighter around him, causing you to press flush up against his back.

“Don’t be shy, querida,” he chuckled, “For your own safety as much as anything else.”

You laughed, thankful that he couldn’t see the sheepish smile on your face as you let your body rest against his. The bike came to life underneath you and you nervously wrapped your arms a little tighter around him, and you could feel him laughing despite the fact that you couldn’t hear him over the noise of the bike.

Slowly you eased into the ride, your nerves subsiding a little bit. Angel must’ve felt the tension dissipating because he picked up the speed a little bit, causing you to laugh and tighten your hold on him. You knew that Angel knew the way to yours and Elena’s apartment, so you knew that he was taking the long way there. As much as you wanted to call him out on it, you didn’t want him to think that you minded. It was a peaceful, freeing feeling to be riding with him.

He rolled to a stop in front of your apartment building. You hopped off the bike, handing him back his helmet. The two of you stood there and you knew that he could feel the same type of tension in the air that you felt. For a night that you really hadn’t been looking forward to, it was the best time that you’d had in a while.

You went to take his sweatshirt off to give back to him but he shook his head at you, “Nah, keep it.”

“You sure?”

He nodded with a smirk on his face, “Yea. Just give it back next time I see you.”

You smiled, “Next time? Who said I’m coming back to the clubhouse?”

He laughed and shook his head, “Damn, you and Elena are both out to keep my ego in check, huh?”

“It’s good for you,” you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, trying to ignore the fact that you felt nervous, trying to figure out how to say goodnight.

“But really,” he stepped in a little closer to you, forcing you to tilt your head up slightly to look him in the eye, “I’d really like to be able to see you again.”

You managed to keep a straight face for a few seconds, just long enough to make him nervous. You could see him racing to try and come up with a follow-up statement to get himself out of being rejected, and you let yourself smile as you nodded, “I’d like that.”

He let out an audible sigh of relief, “Had me worried for a second,” he chuckled.

You laughed, shaking your head, “Can’t make it too easy for you.”

He smiled, “Can I have your number? Or do I gotta level up for that?”

You rolled your eyes as you held your hand out, “Give me your phone before I change my mind.”

He chuckled as he dug it out of his pocket and pressed it into the palm of your hand. He watched you intently as you plugged your number in, smiling as you handed it back to him, “This your real number? Or one of those rejection hotlines?”

You smirked, “Guess you’ll have to call me and find out. One time I gave some dude the number that would just play the John Cena theme song over and over again. That was…peak rejection.”

“That’s not exactly reassuring for me, you get that, right?” he laughed.

You smiled and shook your head, “It’s my real number, promise,” you stood up on your tip-toes and kissed him on the cheek, “Thanks for bringing me home.”

He couldn’t hide that he was surprised by the gesture. A huge smile spread across his face as he nodded, “Yea, any time.”

“Get home safe.”

He nodded, “I will,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” you crossed your arms over your chest, trapping the heat against your body as you watched him get back on his bike and strap his helmet on. He flashed you another smile and you waved him off.

You let out a small sigh of contentment as you turned around and made your way into your building. The walk up to your apartment seemed much shorter as you replayed the night over in your head. You turned the key in the lock and stepped in, glad to be home but simultaneously wishing that the night wasn’t over yet. You showered and threw your pajamas on, falling into your bed with a happy sigh. After shutting the light off and settling in underneath your blanket, your phone buzzed on your nightstand. You reached over to see who it was, and smiled when you saw a message waiting for you from a new number.

“Home safe. Sweet dreams” after a few seconds a second text came in, “It’s Angel by the way”

You chuckled as you typed out your reply, ‘Thanks for the clarification. Got worried for a second”

“Just tryna be sweet and you can’t let me have it, can you?”

“Nope” you were laughing in the quiet darkness of your room.

“Alright. Sweet nightmares then. Goodnight”

You could picture his face and you couldn’t stop smiling, “Goodnight xo”

You set your phone off to the side again, settling back down underneath your covers. Your body wanted to sleep but your brain was too busy replaying the entire night over again and you couldn’t stop smiling.

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Being A Stark (3)- Peter Parker x Stark!femReader

Word Count: 1852

Warnings: None I think...

Author’s Note: Honestly I love this chapter so much, so I hope you all enjoy it. Let me know your thoughts or if you want to be tagged in the future. 

Becoming A Stark || Chapter One || Master List

“Hey kiddo.” Your dad’s voice was the last thing you were expecting to hear while reading A Brave New World to get you ready for when you head off to classes. Technically this was the summer reading and you had already read it for the start of freshman year, but restarting ninth grade seems like a good reason to prepare yourself again. But you almost throw the book across the room at the sound of your dad’s voice. 

“Dad?” You set the book aside, flipping it over to hold your place, and stand up to walk over to the bed. “You’re awake.”

“Sure am.” His left hand reaches up to scrub at his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’ve spent all your free time here.”

“Ok, I won’t tell you then.” You say as you look him over. He’s worse for wear, but you’ve never been so happy to see his eyes open. He reaches his good arm to take your hand.

“I’ve missed you kiddo.”

“I’ve missed you being awake.” You say, knowing he’s talking about the five years you were gone. It still doesn’t feel like you missed all that time, but there’s little things that are different. People’s haircuts, tech updates… Morgan. You have an updated pump coming to the cabin since yours is out of warranty now. “I hear you did it.”

“Mastered time travel to get you back? Yeah I did.” He smiles at you as he takes in the fact that you haven’t changed even though you were gone for five years.

“I meant the closed loop system, but that’s cool too.”

“Oh yeah, that. Did that about a year after the Blip. Figured I’d make sure you came back to something better. Spent the next four years focusing on…” he trails off. “Doesn’t matter. But then Capsicle, Nat, and Pissant show up telling me that they want to try and get everyone back. I couldn’t give up a chance to get you back. Get everyone back.” You sit down on the side of his bed, holding his hand in yours, his thumb running along the ring Pepper had given you for your birthday.

“I met Morgan.” You say and you see worry and joy both wash over his face. 

“What do you think?”

“Well she took me by surprise. The whole Blip made everything feel like not even a day had passed. So having a five year old sister? That wasn’t something I was expecting. But she’s a pretty great kid.”

“She reminds me a lot of her older sister.” Tony says with a smile. 

“I should let Dr. Cho know you’re awake. And Mo- Pepper.”

“Hold on a second.” His good hand holds onto yours. “What’s with this calling Pep by her name and not Mom?” You shrug, not wanting to voice your thoughts. “Come on. Spill. Talk to your old man about it all.”

“She’s got her own kid now. It’s different.” You shrug again, feeling unable to fully explain that you don’t feel like your mom will want you anymore now that Morgan is here.

“Y/N, she was just as upset as I was when you Blipped. Even more upset when she found out she was pregnant and you weren’t going to get to be there when Morgan was born. You’re her kid too. There is no not wanting you just because Morgan is in the picture now too. Same goes for me. We both love both of you equally. Our little misses are just going to have to get used to sharing their mom and dad.” His hand tightens on yours. “Now I don’t think I’m supposed to be moving a ton, so you’re either going to have to come here so I can hug you or I’m going to break a lot of rules, because I’ve waited for five years to hug my kid.” You smile at him before diving towards your dad. Your arms wrap around him, careful of the arm that is just laying there, and you hold onto him. His good arm wraps around your back, holding you to him. “This is what I missed the most while you were gone.” He says before kissing your cheek.

“I hear you hugged Peter.” 

“I may have.”

“So does this mean you accept my boyfriend now?”

“If he makes you happy, I will put up with him.”

“Good.” You place a kiss on his cheek. “I’m going to grab Dr. Cho and call Mom.”

“You don’t have to go anywhere.” He says holding onto your hand, stopping you from getting up. “FRIDAY, tell Doc I’m awake.” You roll your eyes at not thinking about using FRIDAY. “Kiddo, you better know I’m not going to let you go very far for a while now. I spent five years without you.”

“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.” You pull your phone out and shoot a message to your mom about Tony being awake. She’s only upstairs, using the kitchen in what used to be the apartment you lived in to make Morgan and you some lunch. “Did you know I have to restart ninth grade? I have to take Biology and Chemistry all over again and I’m going to die.” You say dramatically.

“I’ll be there every step of the way. Peter and I’ll make sure you pass. Just like last time.”

“I was barely passing last time.”

“But you already have the head start of having taken the first half of the semester.”

“That means nothing.” You say before another voice comes into the room.

“Daddy!” Morgan climbs up on the bed on his other side and gives him a big hug. “You slept longer than when I was sick.” She stares Tony down as if asking him to explain himself. She’s leaning away from his marked up arm, although most of it is covered by his hospital gown and the sling.

“I was really tired Morgana. Will you forgive me?” She nods her head before looking over at you. 

“Daddy, Y/N came back like you said she would.”

“She did, didn’t she?” Tony smiles at his youngest, wanting to reach out with his right hand to push her hair back, but it’s currently trapped in a sling and not wanting to do anything.

“She played Barbies with me yesterday. She’s much better at it than you are.” Morgan states as if it’s a fact. “You should have come back sooner.” She says to you.

“I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon. I think Dad might get mad if I do.” You stage whisper the last part to her. She shakes her head.

“He won’t get mad. He would just be really sad. He always got sad when he talked about you.”

“She’s got you there kiddo. I would miss you a lot if you left again.” Pepper sits next to Morgan, a hand drifting to place itself on Tony’s leg, needing to touch him.

“Hey.” Tony says, looking at Pepper. “Your eyes are red. Few tears for your long lost boss?” Tony smirks at her as if it’s an inside joke that you and Morgan won’t understand.

“If you ever do that again… I won’t be looking for a new job. I’ll be looking for a new husband, you understand that?” 

“I missed the wedding?” You can’t help but interrupt. You should have caught it when Peter called her Mrs. Stark, but now you’re realizing what happened. Pepper turns from looking at your dad to looking at you.

“You didn’t really miss much. We eloped.” She explains.

“Wanted to be married before a certain miss, but didn’t feel right doing a whole big ceremony when all the important people would be missing.” Tony adds.

“Couldn’t have a wedding without my maid of honor.” Pepper smiles at you. “So now that you’re back, guess we can do a vow reunion or a real wedding or something.”

“Wait you’re serious? Me? Maid of honor?” You stumble over the words not fully believing what your mom was saying.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I have my daughter be my maid of honor?”

“Because you want someone older to do it?”

“If there’s going to be a wedding can I be the flower girl?” Morgan interrupts.

“Of course you can.” Tony reaches over to ruffle Morgan’s hair as Pepper comes to sit next to you.

“There is no one I would rather as my maid of honor than you.” She wraps an arm around you. “You’re the only one I can trust to make everything perfect. Honestly the only people that have to be at the wedding are you, Tony, and Morgan. Anyone else who is there is just a bonus. That’s why we couldn’t have the wedding without you.”

“I understand that. I just... I’m fifteen. You want a fifteen year old as your maid of honor? You could have anyone in the whole world. You could have one of the Avengers.” You point out. 

“I could. But I want my daughter. And she’s back. So let’s plan a wedding.” She places a kiss on your cheek. “Sound good Maid of Honor?” 

“Yeah, I guess so.” 

“So I hear our patient is wide awake now.” Dr. Cho’s voice comes from the door.

“What’s the diagnosis Doc? How soon can you break me out of here?” Tony asks.

“Got to run a few tests, but I would say hopefully next couple days?” Dr. Cho looks at all the people sitting with Tony. “I may have to ask a few people to get off the bed so I can look you over.”

“Lunch was basically ready upstairs. How about the girls and I go eat and we’ll be back after?” Pepper suggests trying to get out of Dr. Cho’s hair.

“I’ll take Morgan upstairs. You stay with Dad.” You suggest. You know Pepper will want to know what’s going on anyway. This makes more sense. “You can come join us for lunch after the tests.”

“Ok.” You stand from the bed, stick your bookmark in your book you had forgotten about, before reaching for Morgan. You swing her off the bed and she squeals with laughter. 

“Come on Momo. Let’s go upstairs. Maybe we can find some juice pops.” You whisper the last part loudly. Morgan giggles as she grabs onto your hand. 

“Can we bring Daddy one later? He got hurt. He deserves a juice pop.” Morgan looks up at you with doe like eyes.

“I think we could probably do that.” You and Morgan walk towards the elevator as Morgan rambles on about different things. You honestly love the chatter of your little sister. Over the past few days, it’s filled the silence that your dad normally would and that calmed you some. 

“Daddy’s going to be all better now right Y/N?” Morgan asks as you step on the elevator. “His arm still has a booboo.”

“His arm does have a booboo, but Dr. Cho is going to look at it and do what she can to help it. But Dad is going to be around for a long time.”

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Beep Beep Richie (NSFW)

Fandom: IT Chapter 2 (2019)

Word Count: 5,376

Ao3: Here

Characters:  Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier

Pairing: Reddie

Warning/Tags: Explicit sexual content. Anal Sex. Powerbottom Eddie. Cock Rings. Edging. Orgasm denial. Aftercare

A/N: Eddie has tattoos and Richie has nipple piercings, you can’t change my mind.

Summary:

“Eddie wait.” He said a bit too eagerly.

“Mmm.” Eddie seemed to realize this and pressed his leg firmer into Richie’s clothed erection, “Is there something you wanna say, Richie?” The snark was almost dripping off his words and he grinned.

“I uhh well umm.” Richie’s cheeks are on fire now.

“Spit it out,” Eddie emphasized his words by rubbing his thigh to Richie who in turn ground down on it.

“Fuck Eddie.”

Alternative Title: Richie's motor mouth and disobedience leave Eddie with no other choice but to try and silence the man himself.

Richie could sense that something was off with Eddie. He was never very good at reading people but Eddie was different, spending his entire childhood trying to read his friend for signs of shared feelings does that to you. Eddie hadn’t said much of anything today and even though he didn’t talk as much as Richie he would always at least retort in their playful banter. That was weird. As they walked down the hotel hallway in silence Richie wondered what he did to make Eddie angry with him.

He wondered if the dinner with his manager had made Eddie feel awkward. Richie did throw several jokes Eddie’s way with only a few looks thrown back, his manager almost ignored Eddie entirely. Maybe Eddie was upset at being left out while Richie meets with fans, even though Eddie choose to be on the sidelines. Maybe one of Richie’s jokes went a little too far for Eddie. Or maybe Eddie was just realizing that he hated touring with Richie and was getting fed up with it.

Either way, Richie’s mind was spirling with so much anxiety that he was starting to go crazy. He was starting to think he should have an actual serious talk with Eddie to see why he was being so aloof. That only made his anxiety flare up more. The silence stretched as long as this hallway, Richie hated silence.

Had the hallway always been this long?

When they finally made it to their door Richie can’t tell if he is relieved or terrified, he had a hard time fishing the key card out of his pocket and into the door. A red light flashed the first few times before the door finally unlocked. “Hey Eddie,” Richie tried not to let his voice quiver as he opened the door, “you’ve been acting kinda-”

Before Richie could finish his question Eddie was pushing past him and grabbing the collar of his eye bleeding shirt and yanking him into the room. Before the door could even close Eddie had pulled Richie into a heated kiss, his hands fisted tightly at the shirt collar.

Eddie ran his tongue over Richie’s closed lips asking for entrance, which Richie was far too stunned to respond to. His brain had gone to heavy fog, one second he was spirling with anxiety and now Eddie was trying to devour his lips. Before Richie can even wrap his head around what was happening Eddie was roughly shoving him into the door. Richie had not even noticed the door closing behind them.

As Richie’s back slammed against the door he gasped against Eddie’s lips. Eddie took the opportunity to invade Richie’s mouth, licking the inside of his cheek and Richie became more confused and growing hornier with each passing second. Deciding to give in Richie closes his eyes and leans into the kiss, letting his tongue move with Eddie’s inside his mouth.

Richie is so lost in the kiss he doesn’t register Eddie’s hands reach up to tangle in his curly hair. That is until the shorter man’s grip tightens, tugging just hard enough that Richie gasps in surprise, ending with a low groan deep in his throat. Eddie smiles against his lips in his small victory.

Finally breaking the full daze Richie returns the kiss with vigor, running his tongue inside Eddie’s mouth feeling every inch of him. The hand in his hair loosens and moves to caress down his cheek and jaw pulling a content hum from the taller man. Just when Richie was fully involved and felt the heat building in his stomach Eddie pulled away. Richie attempted to follow his lips only to have a hand on his chest stop him. He opened his eyes, still not entirely sure when he had closed them.

A quiet whine escaped his lips as he tries to follow Eddie as his lips came just slightly out of reach, still feeling the heat of his breath. As Richie tried to get closer he felt Eddie’s left hand rest against his neck, the thumb lightly running over his Adam’s apple, applying just the slightest bit of pressure to keep Richie in place on the wall. One of Richie’s hands leaving the wall in favor to grab onto the other’s shoulder in an attempt to keep his shaking legs from giving out.

Richie is a little dizzy and growing needier every second Eddie ghosts his lips over Richie’s. He tries to ground himself by looking into Eddie’s dark brown eyes but he only gets a second to look before his own roll back in his head with a deep moan as Eddie rubbed his thigh against Richie’s crotch. With a smirk Eddie lurches forward to press more kisses to his neck and jaw, moving up to nip lightly at his jugular before sucking at the same spot. Richie wonders if it’s going to leave a hickey for all of one second before Eddie rubbed his thigh against him again making Richie moan and thrust into the feeling.

Richie was so lost in the feeling he had almost forgotten that only a few minutes ago he was freaking out about Eddie being upset.

Almost.

The memory of his spiral was still fresh on his nerves and as much as he wanted to, Richie couldn’t seem to shake that feeling. Against his better judgment, he decided to speak up. “Eds,” another bite to his neck, “shit, oh fuck. E-ddie I need to-” Another grind into his growing erection almost made his knees buckle, “Oh god damn. Spaghetti wait! ”

That’s what does it. Eddie never really liked that nickname so he knew it would get his attention fast. Eddie pulled away, licking over the spot as he goes, and looks at Richie his eyes just slightly unfocused and dark. He doesn’t seem too pleased with that name.

“What is it Richie?” he asked, his voice is rough and husky with arousal. All movement stopped and Eddie loosened his grip on Richie’s shirt, preparing to walk away if need be. It finally dawns on Richie that Eddie stopped not because of the nickname but because Richie asked him to.

“Shit, I just... I am one hundred percent on this crazy makeout session. I mean you don’t really ever just pounce on me like a half starved lion finally finding a gazelle. I mean you probably already did a number on-”

“Richie.”

“Right I’m rambling. It’s just You seemed super off today. I thought you may have been mad? But like I don’t think you're mad now. Unless this is some kind of way to get the anger out. I mean to each their own but I would rather we didn’t do anything if you are angry. So uhhh, are you mad at me?”

Eddie looks a little surprised, then he broke out into a smile and started to laugh. “Oh my god, Richie.” He tried to calm his laughter as Richie’s cheeks grew hot, “Of course I’m not angry at you, dip shit. Well, I guess maybe a little. We were out all day and flirting and teasing then when other people showed up you kept going. You kept getting close running your hands up my back, and at dinner, you kept touching my thigh under the table. It took everything I had just to stay calm for the rest of the day.”

“Wait,” Richie shook his head and swallowing a lump in his throat, ”you were acting off because I turned you on too much?”

Eddie seemed to regain some composure. “Yes. I figured you knew what you were doing otherwise you wouldn’t have kept it up. I figured you were just trying to be a brat and push me to the edge by keeping up your continuous talking. You didn’t know did you?”

“...No?” Richie said as more of a question than an actual response.

“Shit. I thought so you dense fuck.” Eddie replayed sounded slightly dejected, “Really I should have known you do normally just say shit all the time for no reason other than to say it.” Eddie stayed where he was but started to pull his leg out from between Richie’s thighs. Richie, however, realized that he was now very much aroused and almost desperately didn’t want Eddie to take his leg away.

“Eddie wait.” He said a bit too eagerly.

“Mmm.” Eddie seemed to realize this and pressed his leg firmer into Richie’s clothed erection, “Is there something you wanna say, Richie?” The snark was almost dripping off his words and he grinned.

“I uhh well umm.” Richie’s cheeks are on fire now.

“Spit it out,” Eddie emphasized his words by rubbing his thigh to Richie who in turn ground down on it.

“Fuck Eddie.” Richie looked down at Eddie, his eyes were dark and predatory. Richie had hoped Eddie would have gotten the hint but it seems like Richie would have to use his words. “Your little makeout ambush has gotten me pretty stiff in the jeans so if you want to have a god old fashion dong rodeo I’d be fucking happy about it.”

“Stop me if it’s too much.” Eddie purrs as he pulls Richie away from the door and turns him around before smashing their mouths together in a bruising kiss. Richie is moaning again, missing the friction against his dick but loving the roughness of their heated makeout. His knees almost buckle beneath him as Eddie slowly walks him backward, pulling away to kiss across Richie’s face to graze his earlobe with his teeth.

Eddie’s one hand is working under the hem of Richie’s shirt as the other has a grip on the collar. Warm, soft fingers caressing along Richie’s stomach, he groans as he feels dull nails scratching down his sides only to be soothed by light tender touches.

As Richie babbles about how amazing this is he feels Eddie pull away, he barely has time to whine before his shirt is being lifted over his head, and he’s pushed even further back. When Richie’s knees hit the bed there is a few seconds were he panics as he goes down, falling flat on his back against the plush hotel mattress. His glasses going crooked on his face from the fall.

He watched in an aroused daze, adjusting his glasses, as Eddie looked down at him, a dark arousal clouding his normally tender eyes. In one quick movement, he took off his shirt and discarded it with Richies on the floor as he put his knee on the bed right under Richie’s growing erection. Holy shit Richie still couldn’t get over Eddie’s body, under all those simple dad clothes no one would have suspected how toned Eddie was. And with all the tattoos framing him so perfectly, Richie keened just at the sight or Eddie over him.

He will never get used to those tattoos.

Gently Eddie leaves feather light touches up Richie’s torso and through the slight bushel of hair on his chest. While one hand continued to coax small sounds and praising words out of Richie, the other reached up to lightly run his hand across Richie’s throat without putting pressure on it. Richie closed his eyes for a moment only to feel Eddie leave his throat and roughly grabbed his hair, tilting his head back and to the side forcing his eyes open in surprise. Eddie leaned in close to Richie’s ear, “Do not close your eyes.” he commanded as grazed his teeth over Richie’s ear lobe before biting at his neck.

“Yes, sir. Your wish is my command. How could I say no while you are being so bossy too? I love it when you’re bossy Eds, love it when-” Richie’s rambling was interrupted by his moan from another firm tug at his hair. He worked hard to keep his eyes open.

“Shut up Richie.” Richie promptly shut up.

While Eddie’s hands moved to caress down Richie’s body he left open mouth kisses and nibbles along Richie’s jaw, down his neck, and across his collarbone. His one hand smoothing over his skin back up while the other reached down to palm at his jean covered bulge. Richie rolled his hips into Eddie’s hand desperate for more, even though he was growing more and more uncomfortable in those jeans. Why were his jeans too tight?

Eddie kissed Richie’s chest before taking a nipple into his mouth his teeth lightly grazing the skin as he played with the silver jewelry there and sucked on it. His hand not rubbing mercilessly on Richie’s dick moved up to rub and pinch over the other nipple, playing lightly with the bar across that nipple like is tongue and teeth did with the other. Richie instinctively arched his back desperately, moaning and slightly overwhelmed at the sensation, his hands reaching to run through Eddie’s hair and to grip frantically at the pillow by his head. Working hard to keep his eyes from closing again.

Richie was only vaguely aware of the words spilling from his mouth unfiltered. Quick “so good” and “god, Eds” and “fuck yeah that’s right, don’t stop whatever you are doing. Love it when you’re bossy and take what you want Eds. Fuckin take me all you want Eddie Spaghetti.”

“Jesus Richie you’re lucky I don’t have a gag to shut that mouth of yours for good.” Richie rolled his hips into Eddie’s hand at the thought of being silenced with a ball gag.

As Eddie’s mouth travels lower down Richie’s body, moves away from Richie’s mouth. He used both hands to quickly unfasten the button and zipper and yanked his pants and underwear down, throwing the clothes to the ground with their shirts. Like clockwork, teasing words spill from Richie’s mouth, “Hell yeah, finally. Shit, they were getting so uncomfortable. You sure you don’t want to fold them and the shirt? You are a neat freak you sure you can handle a few wri-,” Richie was interrupted with his own high pitched moan as Eddie took his dick into his mouth, teeth grazing just slightly hard as Eddie’ slowly pulled his head back up.

He sucks down Richie’s cock as far as his throat will let him, fisting the length of the dick that he can’t fit into his mouth and gripping tightly to Richie’s thighs. He swipes his tongue from the base to top, running the tip of his tongue over the slit only to bob his head back down and hollow his cheeks with deep suction. Richie grabbed at the roots of his hair and bucked his hips into Eddie’s hot mouth. His glasses skewed and resting almost at his forehead from rolling his head back. Richie is so lost in the feeling he doesn’t even realize he’s chattering again, “It feels so good, so good, fuck yes, and fuuuuuuck Eds. I’m close, I’m so close.” Then Eddie pulls off his dick with a pop and sits upon his knees. Richie lifts his head to look at him, heavy breathing and red faced he realigns his glasses, “Eds come on!” He whines, “I was so close, that’s not fair you can’t just blue ball me like-”

“Shhhhhh.” Richie stops talking and chews on his lip instead, trying to keep out the needy whines. Eddie moves to sit on the edge of the bed, he grabs Richie by the hair again and leads him off the bed on his knees. Eddie gently goes to remove Richie’s glasses only for him to lean away.

“I want them to stay on.” Richie says quickly, he breath slightly labored, “I-I want to see you.” Eddie smiles at this and places a kiss at the top of his head.

“You better make it a show worth watching.” He purrs into Richie’s hair before leaning back on his hands, “Show me your mouth is good for something.” Richie licks his lips with anticipation and reaches up to undo Eddie’s pants quickly trying to work the button and zipper open. It took a few seconds longer than it should because of his urgency but soon Richie is pulling off Eddie’s pants and underwear freeing his restrained cock.

Eddie’s cock is out, standing at attention only a few inches away from Richie's face. Richie licked his lips and moved forward to lick a long slow stripe up Eddie’s cock with the flat of his tongue. As he moved Eddie grabbed Richie by the roots of his hair with one hand while the other holds his balance. Working his tongue over the slit of Eddie’s cock Richie slowly took in the head and sucked lightly before taking more into his mouth and he bobs up and down.

As Richie slowly bobs his head taking more in with every downstroke he revels in the feeling of it fills his mouth and throbbing against his tongue. Eddie fist in his hair with a soft moan anchoring Richie into his spot, not that he would willingly leave. Richie hollows his cheeks and sucks his cock in and out of his mouth, relaxing his gag reflex to take Eddie all the way to the back of his throat. Eddie’s hands tighten in the black curls as he groans at the feeling, Richie swallows around his dick and hums appreciatively sending low vibrations over Eddie’s cock. With each bob Richie is going deeper and deeper until his nose is brushing against Eddie’s shaved pubic area, the bobs getting faster and rougher.

Richie falls into a rhythm, bobbing, sucking and licking as Eddie leans his head back and throws a leg over Richie’s shoulder. Richie watching Eddie with slightly teary eyes as he sucked harder trying to swallow every bit of precum and spit. Richie’s cock is still rock hard and unattended as he sucks off his lover, he reaches on hand down hoping to be able to stroke himself to completion.

“D-don’t even think about touching yourself, Tozier,” Richie whines around Eddie’s cock pulling out a moan. Even red faced and stumbling over words Richie is still so weak for Eddie’s commands, he moves his hands away and instead reaches up to hold onto Eddie’s thighs.

It didn’t take long for Richie to figure out the signs of Eddie is about to cum, and as Richie glanced his eyes up from his work he saw the signs plain as day. Eddie’s eyes were closed shut, breathing hard past moans, and his free hand was tangled in his own hair. His hips had already started to roll into Richie’s mouth with every bob down, Eddie may not talk much when having sex but Richie knows how to read him. Determination fueled Richie as he sucked harder and bobbed his head even faster, moving his tongue around Eddie’s cock as much as he could. Eddie was moaning and gasping much more as his hand tightened even more in Richie’s and his own hair. With Eddie’s eyes being shut he thought there was no harm in giving his own neglected cock a few strokes.

Richie could hardly hear Eddie’s cursed filled warning over the blood rushing in his ears before he felt hot cum in the back of his throat. With Eddie’s dick still deep in his mouth Richie swallowed as much as he could milking Eddie for all he had. Eddie yanks his head off him, looking down at him with lust filled eyes. Eddie runs one hand under Richie’s chin and lifting his face to lean forward and pressing a gentle kiss to Richie’s swollen lips. Richie moans in the kiss.

“Oh Richie,” Eddie says against his lips, “didn’t I tell you not to touch your dick?” Richie’s eyes widen as he realized he had still been stroking himself after Eddie had told him not to.

“Eds I didn’t- Well I mean I meant to but- I’m sorry Eds I just needed something a-and you can’t expect me to just not jack off while you are sounding and looking so hot I mean-” Richie gasps in pain as Eddie pulls tightly against his hair.

“Stop talking.” Richie looks up at Eddie with begging eyes hoping that whatever punishment is next won’t be terrible. “On the bed,” Eddie orders sternly. “I’m going to ride you.” Richie’s eyes widen, perhaps Eddie was merciful.

Richie doesn’t think he has ever moved that fast in his life. Like a bat out of hell, Richie is off the floor and laying on his back in the bed faster than he can say ‘yes, sir’. Eddie chuckles at his eagerness before settling back on top of him. Eddie kissed back down Richie’s neck, sucking a line of wet bruises downwards before biting at the junction of his neck and shoulders. Richie wondered briefly if he had any high collar shirts to wear for his show tomorrow night or if he should just add a hickey joke to his routine, before Eddie’s thigh brushed against his very sensitive cock.

Richie is extremely hard right now and the way Eddie brushing against him is making Richie thrust into his thigh like a horny teenager. Eddie’s still busy leaving what must be fairly good sized hickies before moving his leg away depriving Richie of any friction.

“Ffff-fuck, Eddie pl-please, I’m dying over here, can I please-” Eddie kisses him roughly, all tongue and teeth, before pulling away.

“After that stunt, you pulled earlier I don’t think you are in the position to beg for anything.” Richie gulps, “Don’t move.” Eddie gets up off the bed to walk over to his bag. The few seconds that Eddie is gone has Richie cold and whimpering on the bed. Worried about making any noise that even resembles the English language, hoping to still get out of this without major punishment

Eddie crawled back onto the bed coaxing Richie to move back until his back was against the headboard, straddling Richie who looked at him intently. Eddie held up the bottle of lube before popping off the cap and pouring a healthy amount onto his fingers. Richie gulped in anticipation. Eddie reached around and slowly slid two fingers past his rim, using Richie to lean his head against as he worked his fingers in and out of himself.

Richie couldn't help but run his hands over every inch of Eddie he could reach. Up and down his thighs, back and arms, fingers tangling in Eddie’s hair and he watched Eddie fuck himself on his fingers. The sight and sound of Eddie gasping on top of him were almost enough to make him cum right there.

When Eddie removed his fingers from his ass he reached around to grab a hold of the base of Richie’s cock giving it a few slow pumps. Richie’s eyes rolled back into his head and he bucked into the feeling fully willing to get lost in it. That is before he realizes that Eddie was letting go of his shoulder and leaning back and fumbling with something around Richie’s cock. Eddie clips it around the base of Richie’s dick, and it immediately feels constricting. Richie whines at the realization that he’s not going to cum anytime soon.

It was a cock ring.

Where did he get a cock ring?

Why does he have a cock ring?

“This ok?” Eddie asks, but by the tone of his voice Richie can tell it’s not really a question, “I mean you want to touch your cock so badly,” Eddie leads the tip of Richie’s cock to his ass. “I’ll give it to you, but you will cum when I say you can cum. You ok with that?” Despite it being rhetorical question Richie still decides to dig himself a deeper grave and answers.

“I’m good. I’m fine. Totally fine. Not like I was already about to cum and now I fuckin can’t. Gonna be-” Eddie sank onto Richie’s cock with a groan and Richie’s head hit the headboard with a thud. A silent scream came from his gaped mouth as he white knuckled the comforter of the bed.

Eddie took no time to adjust giving a few experimental grinds of his hips and then pulling off to thrust back down. He repeated the rhythm, setting one that was harsh and fast and just took much for Richie’s overstimulated cock to handle.

Eddie rolled his body and ground his ass down was perfect in the pure sense of the word. Richie could see Eddie’s cock achingly hard and strain against his stomach. Richie bit his lip and moaned at just the sight, grinding his hips up to meet Eddie’s downwards thrusts as best he could with his restricted cock. He loosened his grip on the sheets to reach a shaky hand between them and stroked Eddie’s cock. The strokes were erratic and uneasy because of Richie’s growing desperation but the stroked nonetheless.

“Fuck, Richie, you don’t even know how fucking gorgeous you look.” Eddie moaned, leaning forward to kiss along his face and neck, “I bet you want to cum so badly don’t you? I’ve already edged you this much.” Richie whimpered as a response, all words lost in his haze of need. “What the famous Trashmouth is speechless? So this is what it takes to shut you up? A tight cock ring and a few minutes of edge play?” Eddie pulled at Richie’s hair to get a better angle on his neck, “I’ll have to call the presses about this discovery.” Richie could feel his orgasm rising more and more only to be stopped by the cock ring, it was too much for him to handle. “And to think I wouldn’t even have put the cock ring on you if you had just not touched yourself. You just hand to be a brat didn’t you?” All Richie had in him was to moan in response and involuntarily thrust his hips even harder, something that made the heat inside of Eddie swell. With one well times trust to match Eddie’s grind down Richie had hit Eddie’s prostate causing the smaller man to lean back and moan loudly. “F-fuck!” Eddie cried out, pausing for a second to grind his hips down in little circles.

If Richie wasn’t so painfully desperate he would have considered that a victory, but right now he was losing big as Eddie went back to riding him like he was dying for it. Meanwhile, Richie felt like he was dying even more so than before. Desperate tears started to prick at the back of his eyes.

There was so much heat inside of Richie, so much arousal that he could barely contain it. He rolled his hips up as hard as he could to try and get any kind of relief, but it only left him more aroused and desperate. Eddie only encouraged him to move faster, while they both moaned loudly.

“Oh, God, Rich, I’m close.” Eddie panted, squeezing his eyes shut. He let out a few open mouthed breaths, his head lolled back. On instinct Richie pumped Eddie’s sensitive dick harder wanting to feel him ride out his orgasm, this pushed Eddie over the edge, “Fuck, I’m gonna-” And that was all that was said before Eddie let out a long moan of, a small bit of cum pulsing onto their stomach’s as his hips slowly stuttered.

Eddie was leaning against Richie’s shoulder gulping in breaths greedily, his cock still buried and desperate deep inside Eddie. Desperately, Richie whines out with tears in on his cheeks, “Please, E-Eds, just lemme-” but before he can even finish, Eddie is pulling Richie out of himself tantalizingly slow. Richie whimpers loudly as Eddie slides off him and laying to Richie’s side.

Shaky but desperate, Richie turns to see Eddie watching him and running a hand closer and closer to his abused cock. Richie can hardly register himself begging, “Eds oh god, please, fuck. What do you want? I’ll fucking do anything just let me cum.” At this point, desperate tears are rolling down Richie’s face as Eddie’s finger feather touch at the base of Richie’s dick just over the cock ring.

Almost instantly his grips Richie tightly and start pumping his cock at a terribly fast pace. Richie grabs at Eddie’s arm and the sheets, moans, and cries falling from his mouth like a symphony. The fucking cock ring is still on his dick and the intensity is well beyond overwhelming, it’s starting to hurt. The words pouring out of Richie's mouth, “E-Eddie, please! Oh, f-fuck stop! Stop it hurts. Just let me cum, please. J-just let me cum!”

“Which is it, Richie?” His pace slows and that’s almost worse than when he was moving too quickly, “Is it stop or let you cum?” Eddie was waiting to see if Richie would use the safe word, his hand almost stops to let Richie give his answer. Before Eddie can stop his hand Richie is blurting out an apology and begging for him to keep going. No safe word tonight, so he picks up the pace and watches as Richie bucks wildly into his hand not knowing if he should follow the hand or try to back away. Eddie runs his finger lightly through Richie’s hair and kisses at his tear-stained cheeks.

Eddie jerks Richie for what feels like forever, driving Richie half mad as he begs until his sounds stop being coherent words. Richie can feel the heat overflowing inside him, he wants to cum so fucking bad but Eddie won’t let him. Richie can feel the hot tears on his face as Eddie kisses them away, he’s sobbing with every raspy breath.

Finally, Eddie reaches up to undo the cock ring, “Cum for me baby.” Eddie squeezes and gives one final pump before undoing the cock ring. As soon as the pressure around his cock is gone, Richie screams out and cums all over himself and Eddie. His orgasm comes in waves, each one crashing with more intensity than the last and he can’t help but thrust deeper into Eddie’s hand as his eyes roll back into his head. He cums harder than he ever has before. As he finally starts to come down from his orgasm he can vaguely hear Eddie saying something and pressing a tender kiss to his lips before he slowly closes his eyes.

When Richie opens his eyes again his head is laying in Eddie’s lap and Eddie is already in his pajama bottoms. Richie can feel Eddie wiping him down with a warm, damp towel while his other hand ran soothingly in Richie’s hair, his glasses already resting neatly on the nightstand next to a glass of water.

Richie really would like that water.

Richie’s entire body aches and he shifts with a groan. Eddie notices this and leans forward to press a soft kiss to Richie’s forehead, “You did so good Richie. I love you so much.” he leans back and caresses Richie’s cheek, “That wasn’t too much for you right?” Richie just smiles and shakes his head.

“It was amazing Eds. Really just- wow I’ve never cum that hard before in my life.” He feels Eddie lay soft kisses over Richie’s cheek, saying gentle words of praise as he finished wiping him down. Eddie moves away for a moment and hands Richie the glass of water on the nightstand that he greedily swallows, “Do you want to wash up or do you want to sleep?”

“If you're giving me the option then I assume you already cleaned me off with that towel and some soap like the clean freak you are so I would like to sleep.” Richie hears a chuckle from Eddie as he finishes the water and puts the empty glass on the nightstand. Eddie moves him further onto the bed and tucks him in before leaving to discard the town. As Richie settles into his sleeping position Eddie collects their clothes and fold them neatly before setting them down on a stray chair. “Told ya. Neat freak.” Richie says with sleep creeping upon him.

With a small chuckle Eddie settles into the bed and pulls up close to Richie, they wrap their arms around each other. Eddie runs soothing circles of Richies back as he drifts off, “You really don’t ever shut up do you?”

[mxliv-oftheendless]

Twist of Fate, Chapter 4

You GUUUUUUUYYYSSS!!!! I FINISHED WRITING THE WHOLE THING!!! GO ME!!! I can’t believe I did it, holy shit. I am so proud of myself right now. And it’s great for you guys because that means more frequent updates!!! Starting with this one! Hope you enjoy! Tagging @cosmicrealmofkissteria and @tanookiroxx. Read on!!

In which unpleasant memories are forced to mind, and Starchild makes either a huge mistake… or a huge leap forward.

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The days went on, and soon it had been a full week since the KISSterians arrived on Jendell. Starchild spent most of his time in meetings when his presence was required, and when he wasn’t in meetings he went off by himself to read or draw, or spending time with Ace, Amalthea, his mother, or Tomaziel.

Though with Tomaziel he could never spend as much time with him as he wanted. Being the aide to the King meant Tomaziel was off performing duties and taking care of things when he wasn’t sitting in on the meetings, and so they weren’t able to interact very much. But whenever they did find time to interact, Starchild found he greatly enjoyed it. The Jendellian had a surprisingly good knowledge of politics, which lead to them having often long discussions about the meetings taking place and what they meant for the future of the alliance between KISSteria and Jendell.

Apart from that, Starchild also noted how Tomaziel never minded when he began to passionately ramble about something. Instead, he listened, even contributing when he could. The first time it happened, Starchild stopped in the middle of his spiel when he realized Tomaziel was probably bored and laughed awkwardly. “I’m sorry,” he felt his face flushing, “you probably are bored by what I’m saying…”

But Tomaziel only shook his head. “No, not at all. Keep going; you have me interested.”

The fact that he didn’t mind contributed to the easy feeling Starchild felt when he was with Tomaziel. He just couldn’t help but feel incredibly comfortable around him, and like he could tell him anything. He sincerely hoped Tomaziel felt the same.

Starchild sighed as he realized his thoughts had drifted yet again. He couldn’t do that… especially not now.

He was sitting in the meeting hall and watching with dread as he watched a debate slowly spiral out of control. Senators and Councilmen were firing back at one another, each side growing angrier the longer it was drawn out. Starchild couldn’t even begin to summarize to himself how it had begun, because frankly he wasn’t even sure of that himself—all he knew was that one moment they had all been sitting and listening to Councilwoman Payne present her points for consideration, and suddenly there was a heated debate happening. The Elder was sitting and watching with a fairly neutral look, but he knew it was only a matter of time before she stood to dispel everything.

He sighed and turned to Ace, who was watching the debate with a similar look of dread. “How did this happen, again?” he asked quietly.

Ace shrugged. “I’m not sure,” he muttered back. “I think it was because Councilwoman Payne said something Senator Balem took issue with?” He sighed. “It’s always Senator Balem… I can’t even use the word “outraged” now because he took all the impact out of it.”

Starchild chuckled. “At least they aren’t shouting at each other.” His mind couldn’t help adding on, Yet…

“Yeah, that’s good, at least. Oh, speaking of good things.” Ace leaned over to him, smiling. “You remember how I said Monique wanted to meet you?”

“How could I forget when I’ve been waiting for her to find me all week?” It was true; whenever he had the chance, he made sure he was in obvious places—the Garden Dome, the library, etc—so Monique would have an easier time trying to find him.

“Well, I had a talk with her governesses—turns out she kept trying to sneak away all week but kept getting caught. So we came to a little agreement: if Monique stays on her best behavior all day today, she can join me, Amalthea, you and the Elder for lunch tomorrow.”

Starchild smiled. “That sounds great. I can’t wait to finally meet her.”

“Oh, neither can she,” Ace chuckled. “Just wait; when she sees you, she’ll be starstruck.”

“Pun intended?”

“Pun intended.”

They both laughed… and that was the only little reprieve they got before a sudden shout made them look up. The Senators and Councilmen were now on their feet, and a man with slicked back dark hair and a pale face was shouting at Councilwoman Payne. “Your words are filthy lies and absolute slander!”  

Ace sat forward. “Senator Balem, there is no need to accuse Councilwoman Payne of slander,” he said, in a voice that was calm yet stern.

“I am sure Councilwoman Payne did not intend to do so,” Starchild added. He turned to Councilwoman Payne. “Did you, Councilwoman Payne?”

“I promise you, my Prince, I did not,” Councilwoman Payne insisted. She glared at Senator Balem. “It’s him who’s accusing me of such things!”

“That is a lie!” Starchild actually jumped at how loud Senator Balem’s voice became. “This woman slanders the good name of Jendell, and I am outraged she would do so!”

Councilwoman Payne’s glare turned deadly, and Starchild quickly stood up to give Senator Balem a warning look. “Senator, that’s quite enough. I will not have you throw baseless accusations at a member of my Council. If we could all calm ourselves and return to—”

“How dare you call it your Council, boy!” Senator Balem suddenly rounded on him, face blue with rage. “As if you run it! You aren’t fit to run it!”

Ace stood up, frowning. “Senator Balem—”

The Senator ignored him and continued shouting. “All you are is a spoiled, puffed-up prince who cares more about a trivial music group than serving his realm! Your façade has fooled no one from the moment you displayed your ignorance at the simplest of matters! You may be grown, but you are nothing more than a CHILD!”

Starchild had at one point opened his mouth to defend himself, but as Senator Balem continued his raving, he was reduced to staring dumbly at him. But the last few words he screamed at him… he might as well have punched Starchild in the face.

“Enough!”

Everyone froze as the room suddenly went dark. The lights dimmed, and a powerful gust of wind whipped through, even though there were no windows. The Elder had risen to her feet and was holding her staff out in front of her, her markings glowing a dangerous purple.

“This meeting has descended into madness!” Her voice boomed around the room. “Such anger-fueled debates do nothing to strengthen this alliance! We shall reconvene after a twenty-minute recess so that everyone may calm themselves,” here she glared directly at Senator Balem, who to his credit had been shocked speechless, “and after which Senator Balem shall apologize for his childish behavior and insults to the Prince of KISSteria!”

Then she pulled back her staff, and the purple of her markings began to fade. The wind died down, and the lights turned bright again. But before anyone could say anything, the Elder looked around at them all with a look that dared any of them to argue. “Twenty minutes,” she repeated. Then with a sweep of her cloak, she turned on her heel and left out the door.

The Senators and Councilmen quickly dispersed amongst themselves, talking in shock about what had just occurred. Starchild stood frozen, his head bowed and his fists clenched. His mind kept repeating the words Senator Balem had hurled at him.

Ace reached out to nudge his shoulder in concern. “Starchild?”

Without a word, Starchild turned and walked quickly out the door. He couldn’t stay in this room; he had to get out of here.

Unfit. Spoiled. Puffed-up. Ignorant. Child.

You are a child.

-JENDELL-

He finally found a bench far enough away from the meeting hall and sat down heavily. He sat back against the wall and looked down at the floor.

This was ridiculous. He’d come too far to have his confidence shattered by a few simple words. That wasn’t growth or improvement—it felt more like regression. He couldn’t regress, not after so many years of trying.

But not everyone had seen those years of trying. To everyone outside his Inner Circle, Senator Balem was probably right—he probably looked like he had abandoned his realm in favor of going to Earth. No matter how many years he had spent trying to improve himself, everyone probably still saw the impulsive, naïve, idealistic person he’d been before.

Starchild sighed frustratedly. He hadn’t even defended himself. When would he be able to defend himself against people like that?

“Is everything all right?”

Starchild closed his eyes at the voice. He couldn’t… not right now. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, he just… he couldn’t. Not when he had practically fled the meeting hall in embarrassment.

And yet he opened his eyes and turned his head anyway. There was Tomaziel, standing there and looking at him in concern.

“No,” his voice came out quiet. “No, everything is not all right.”

Tomaziel sat down beside him. “I’m so sorry that happened,”

“You don’t have to apologize, Tomaziel,”

“I feel as if I do. Senator Balem has a habit of screaming nonsense when he works himself up into a rage.” If only it was just nonsense. “I’m sorry his words were so hurtful.”

“They’re the truth,”

Tomaziel blinked and frowned at Starchild’s quiet words. “What do you mean?”

Starchild’s eyes turned down to the floor again. “What he said… they’re the truth… partially. What he described is everything I don’t want to be anymore.” His fingers dug into his arms as he hugged himself. “Do you remember how I told you about that one day, when I was a child, and how I drew a picture of the roses in the gardens?”

Tomaziel nodded. “Yes,”

“The whole reason I did it was because…” he suddenly trailed off as he realized what was happening. He was about to tell Tomaziel, a person he had only interacted with for a week, everything. He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t put a burden like that on a friend. Even if he did feel like he could tell him, he didn’t know how Tomaziel would react.

But then Tomaziel leaned closer. “Starchild?”

Starchild had to close his eyes again. Why did he like hearing his own name coming from Tomaziel’s mouth?

There was no going back now. So he swallowed and continued. “It was because I was all alone. No one to talk to, no friends to play with… Sometimes I wished I had a brother, or something, just so I wouldn’t have to be so alone. And then… then I grew up into everything Senator Balem described. I was emotional, and idealistic, and… and so naïve. I made decisions before I thought them through. I never listened to anyone. And I did leave my realm, so I could go to Earth with my friends and form KISS.” Here he briefly looked up at Tomaziel, hoping and praying he would understand. “I’m trying to be better. I’m trying so hard…” Oh Gods, was he going to cry? “I don’t want to be that person anymore. I don’t want to be someone who doesn’t love himself, o-or even respect himself, enough that he knew he wasn’t happy being with the person he was with anymore but stayed anyway. I’m still trying so hard to be better, and where I am now, I’m so much happier than I was before. But to have it all thrown in my face that people still think I’m that person…” He closed his eyes and looked down. He couldn’t cry. Not in front of Tomaziel.

“Starchild…” he glanced up and found Tomaziel looking at him… incredibly gently. “I don’t think you are that person anymore. No one does. Senator Balem, he’s… he’s everything you don’t want to be, but he’s worse. He lives in his own little bubble, where everyone thinks the same way as him. But he’s the only one who thinks the way he does. Everyone else can see you are no longer that person.”

Starchild fully turned his head to look up at him. “You really think so?”

Tomaziel nodded sincerely. “I do. It’s an admirable thing to want to change and grow as an individual. And I’ve heard the acknowledgement of faults starts one on the path to mending them. And really…” Starchild suddenly became aware of how close their hands were on the bench. His heart began to beat a little faster. “I think accepting oneself is incredibly brave.”

For a moment, Starchild couldn’t speak. “… Do you mean that?” Why had his voice gone quiet again?

Tomaziel gave another sincere nod. “I do,”

After another moment, Starchild hesitantly smiled. “Thank you, Tomaziel. Really… That means a lot to me.”

Smiling back, Tomaziel replied, “Of course. I saw you leave the room and… I wanted to make sure you were all right.”

Sitting up, Starchild took a deep breath and blew it out. “I think I will be now.” He gave Tomaziel a grateful look. “Thank you for coming after me.”

“You’re welcome.” They both stood up. “Are you all right to go back? I think the twenty minutes the Elder dictated are almost up.”

“… Yes, I am.” He pushed the thought of As long as it’s with you out of his head and smiled jokingly. “Even if I wasn’t, we should still probably get back. The Elder would be cross with us if we were late. Besides, Senator Balem is supposed to apologize and I would like to see that.”

Tomaziel chuckled as they set off down the hallway. “So do I. Senator Balem has hardly ever apologized unless the King orders him to.”

Starchild gave a laugh. “How is he even a Senator?”

The aide could only give a shrug. “Despite his anger problems, he does have a very good head for inter-realm trade.”

“Such is the way with politics,”

“It seems that way,”

They looked at each other, then smiled and began to laugh again.

-JENDELL-

The meeting reconvened and Senator Balem did indeed apologize for his disrespectful behavior, to both Starchild and Councilwoman Payne. No doubt Ace had reprimanded him as well. Either way, Senator Balem looked properly scolded, and after the two accepted his apology the meeting continued with no other incidents.

That night, when Starchild turned out his lights and got into bed, he let his hand drift down under his blanket. After a whole week of so many meetings and so many people with only chunks of the days to himself, he needed some form of relief.

Starchild threw back his head and moaned in pleasure as he worked himself over. It had been odd and awkward at first to pleasure himself. But he was used to it now, very used to it. And he knew what to do to make it feel good, and how to be good to himself.

“It ain’t a crime to be good to yourself!” flashed in his head and he let out a laugh into the darkness of his room. The words were true.

His pleasure rose higher and his hand moved faster. Closer and closer… And suddenly images flashed in his head—images of a man with dark hair and a white face with silver markings and brown eyes—oh, what beautiful eyes—lit up in a fire of pleasure. His dark hair fell beautifully around his face as he threw back his head in a cry of ecstasy.

And then Starchild tumbled into his climax. He groaned happily and relaxed into the sheets, stretching out in bliss. This was exactly what he needed. And as he floated in his sweet haze his mind just barely caught him moaning out a name.

“Tomaziel…”

[furin-chwan]

LuTen fic recommendations: a few favorites.

So I spent the last month falling in love with LuTen, Yukten, Tencas, whatever you want to call it. I read through the Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul | Ten/Wong Yukhei | Lucas tag on AO3 in English, then doubled around to google translate all fics in languages that is not English because that is how much whipped I am for this pairing.

In the process, I discovered some gems that broke my heart, some healed my soul, some got me howling in laughters and some made me falling even deeper in love with LuTen.

Now that I’m pretty much up-to-date with the tag, I want to compile a short list of my All-Time-Favorites, Favorites, and Honorable mentions. I’ll try not to talk about the defails, so you don’t get spoiler and can enjoy it to the fullest. (I also want to say, I love reading things with Angst, but I mostly can’t stand if if it’s not Happy End. So there will be a couple that will hurt, as a warning)

This is gonna be lengthy since I ramble a lot! So I’ll keep it to top 3 and a few honorable mentions. They will all be completed works.

First off,

In Shades by the munchking.

This work. I cannot, CANNOT, recommend it enough. I have so much to say about it, but at the same time, I don’t know what really to say. It left me a broken, sobbing mess after reading it. I don’t think I was ever really the same anymore. This is truly one of the best work I have read, across all of the fandoms. There was a recess period where I cannot even think about it because it would hurt in the best way, but it was still too much. I love it with all my heart, so much that I was so sad after reading it, then so mad, then I now just re-read it every other day.

The characters, the world-building, the writings, they are just absolutely unparalleled. There is so much depths to everything, and everytime I read it, I would catch something about the story, the foreshadows, the tiny tibbits of brilliance that I never did before. I have this work always open on my phone browser, just so I can go back and quickly read it whenever the urge hits me. It has everything from angst, fluff, the smexy stuffs, the badass-ness, everything.

While I will quote the whole fic to find a favorite part, since it is that brilliant, I can’t do that hear because that’ll be spoilers, so here’s a snippet:

The trouble with love, Ten thinks, is that it blinds you. It’s the most powerful force in the world, and according to Ten’s first law of motion, objects in love tend to stay in love. Ten really doesn’t want to fight.

If I ever have to pick an absolute favorite Luten fic, it would HAVE to be this. This is bookmarked in my account as “All Time Favorite” tag with a “THIS ONE FUCKED ME UP, FUCK” in the note. So yes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20926073

Next, we have

Eyes Closed to the Wreckage by caesiumlight

This is the first Luten fic that got an “All Time Favorite” tag from me. I have an immense weakness for Spies/Super Agents AUs and darker-tone AUs in general, so this hits home right on first ball throw. The thrill, the badass-ness, the tension. I live for this (especially when we got SuperM’s concept of suits and gadgets, super agents/spies/soldier looking photoshoots and trailer, I am weak okayy?)

I am in love with how Lucas is written in here. The characterization is well done, and the interactions between characters is also such a feast to dive in. And even though it was in Lucas’ perspective, we still get to see so much of Ten despite everything.

Favorite part

There’s a presence at his side suddenly, and Lucas is pulled into an embrace. Ten cradles him securely with one hand gripping his. He doesn’t say anything, only strokes the back of Lucas’ neck. Lucas shakes harder in relief, breath stuttering, because he doesn’t know if he’d be able to pull himself out of this black hole alone. Ten holds him until he has nothing left, no tears left to soak the bloodied ground.

I have re-read this work five times, and even translated it into Vietnamese. So you know how whipped I for them.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14311836

Then, it’s

I, who was chosen by love, begin to moonwalk by zimriya

I’m a simple fan who likes ABO verse, especially the old school Alpha/Omega pairing (hey, sometimes I just want to read the PWP). Then this work came at me with something completely different and hit me with substance not just style, and I was ended just like that. It breaks the norm for this type of setting, and I loved every second of it.

The ache in here is real, it doesn’t hurt like In Shades, but this one you feel a constant humming of the sweetest type of aches. But then it just... dissipate into this warmth of softness and love and it will be the best thing ever. Ten is also written differently in here than how most would portray him in other works which was interesting refreshing to see.

Even when the setting is not real, their troubles and thoughts still feel real, relatable, and believable, and I think that’s the best thing you can achieve in writing. And while it’s an installment of a larger series, it doesn’t make you feel like you are missing out on information, it feels full like a stand alone piece. (However I do recommend other installments of this series even though they are all in different pairings, Ten and Lucas do make pretty great cameos).

A couple part stood out to me, but this is one of my faves for sure:

like Yukhei didn’t worm his way in close to him like some sort of overgrown, over-dimpled weed, with bad manners and bad Mandarin and even worse ideas about personal space and how friends with benefits were even supposed to work. Like Yukhei wasn’t what he saw when he woke up more often than not, or the last thing in his sight before he fell asleep. Like he wasn’t the one who brought Ten coffee how he liked it and humored all his little issues with any and all fruits; taught him tiny bits of Cantonese like it was second nature and then turned around and acted like he was the worst at languages.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21839893

That’s my top three most memorables! Now, here are some honorable mentions:

Stories no one believes in yet by umiwomitai

A very cute AU with good balance of humor, fluffs, and feelings. It is well written and I’d come back to this for a pick-me-up kind of moment.

“See, I may not look like Einstein, but I’m not stupid either. Xuxi is my dog, and you, though you might behave like one, are not a dog. Answer my question now,” he kicks the man in the thigh as he says so, earning a puppy look that makes him want to sigh in despair. What had he done to deserve this?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19724677

I Regular by umiwomitai

This work is fascinating to me, it touches upon really interesting subjects (unlearning prejudices and biases) and has subtle but great the world-building. What stood out in this work for me is the great and believable character development. It’s definitely an emotional ride, but it’s a full filling one.

In the bright fake yellow light, Lucas’s hair appear more blond than brown and Ten wonders if it would feel just the same as his if he ran his hands through it. If it would hurt if he pulled. If it would curl back into place if he tried to style it differently.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24288823

The Cure to Insomnia by Daydreamgirl

Softest thing ever. Seriously whenever I’m sad or hurt from reading too much angst, this heals me. It’s very wholesome too. Very much recommended.

Lucas immediately looked away from his phone and looked up at Ten. Ten was satisfied. He was sure Kun usually had to call Lucas three times to get him away from the phone.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21461449

signs of my vitamin U deficiency by sugarcoats

Fun, cute, smexy time with fruit-phobia Ten and personal trainer Lucas, there was a banana bj involved what more do I need to say.

Can’t quote anything from this one because I thought the summary is enough to hook you.

In which Ten is afraid of fruits and Lucas, his nutritionist, finds it worrisome but adorable.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18694945

the art of sales and falling in love by actuallyshua

Good old cat-and-dog style banter. Super charming writing. Bonus point with office AUs. It’s fun, it’s charming, it’s a gem.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20132332

And that’s it, my friends. That is my list of recommendations for LuTen.

I hope you will enjoy them as much as I did. If there’s any work you love that I haven’t mentioend the price, please don’t hesitate to let me know through asks, comments/mentions, or dms. Please check out the fics above and give them much love and support from us!

P.s: I didn’t mention in the list, it’s just because I assume everyone who knows LuTen have read through that series multiple time. If you haven’t, please do yourself a favor and go read it.

[oskea93]

Why Can’t I (1)

Warning: Language. 

HEY GUYS!  SO- I know I told you guys a few weeks ago that I felt like writing a Duff McKagan fanfic. At the time, I wasn’t sure where I was gonna go with it, often writing ideas down and then realizing they kind of suck. I honestly almost gave up writing this story because it wasn’t going the way I hoped it to go...UNTIL! I don’t know if any of you guys have ever seen the movie Cocktail with Tom Cruise, (it’s amazing, you should def check it out) but I was watching it and the idea came to me. If you have seen Cocktail, then you know it’s kind of cheesy in a way, I promise this will not be a cheesy story! It’s going to have elements of the movie, not focusing on the whole movie itself. I’m sorry if that didn’t make sense. I’m not sure it makes sense myself. I’m actually kind of nervous to be putting this out there because I have found and read some amazing Duff stories and I just hope my story can reach to their level of awesomeness. I am still going to be writing Keep it to Yourself (my baby for right now) and i’m going to be working on this story as well. If you read Thinking of You, my first Nikki story, you may have noticed that I haven’t updated that in a while. That story is actually on hold for right now until I figure out what i’m gonna do to it. I don’t want to give it up but i’m having hard time writing anything for it right now. I’ll stop rambling now and end this long ass post!  IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE TAGGED, PLEASE LET ME KNOW! ALSO, IF YOU ACTUALLY ENJOYED THIS STORY, PLEASE LET ME KNOW AS WELL :) 

“Jamaica, here we come!”

I watched as my best friend exclaimed loudly, causing those around us to stop and stare. “Why aren’t you celebrating with me?” Bryn asked, reclaiming her seat next to me. “We’ve been waiting for how long for this trip and you’re sitting here like a bump on a log?” I rolled my eyes. Don’t get me wrong, I was very excited to be going to a tropical paradise. New York was in the middle of a cold snap, snow falling almost every day. I couldn’t wait to dig my feet in the warm sand and have the sun shine all over my body. Even though this was a dream trip, the thought of what I would be coming back to had me on edge. I guess I should explain a few things before we get too in-depth.

First off, I just want to say that I love and respect my parents. I know they want nothing but the best for me BUT their opinions are not always wanted or even needed. My father is the main culprit when it comes to sharing his opinion on how his family should be ran. He pushed my sister and I to be the best of the best, and that also included our taste in men. He wanted Devin and I to marry men that belonged to successful families, themselves having to be successful as well in their own right. He would often take it upon himself to pick out guys he thought suit us best, convincing us to go on dates with them to see where the relationship goes. For Devin, she got a husband out of it. As for me, I got a headache from being so annoyed by these guys. Each guy my father introduced me to was a complete and total dick. Self-centered, womanizing, egotistical dicks! I eventually told my dad that enough was enough. I was losing brain cells and my patience was dwindling with each date I had.

I guess you could say my dad listened… For a total of 3 weeks. Before I knew what was happening, a guy was being pushed into my office with my father trailing close behind. He introduced himself as Luke Reynolds. He was the son of one of my father’s friends, a very prominent businessman in the area. Luke was born with a silver spoon in his mouth but didn’t show it like the others did. He was somewhat down to earth but I could sense a bit of entitlement in his mannerisms. He knew he was good looking, which he was, and knew that he could get any girl he wanted. At the time, I guess you could say I was desperate. I had been on multiple dates that my father set me up on and they were all shit. Even though I told myself that my dating days were over, I decided to give this guy one last chance. If this didn’t work out then I was going to drop everything and join the convent. To my surprise, the date went amazing. We had so much in common and I slowly started falling for the guy. We dated for a little over a year before he popped the question. At the time, I thought I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. He was my person. He was the type of guy my parents approved of. He was an all-out catch. Without thinking, I told him yes and the wedding planning began.

As the wedding got closer and closer, my feelings for Luke started to change. I went from wanting to be around him all the time to not even caring if I saw him for a couple of days. Just the things he said would annoy me. Finally, Bryn took notice and suggested a girls trip to get away from the craziness of wedding planning and my sudden annoyance to my future husband. She had worked it out where we would spend a week or two on a tropical island, away from Luke, away from my parents, and away from anything that had to do with the wedding. At first, I tried to tell her that it wasn’t a good idea. I didn’t feel like flying or even leaving my apartment building at the time. I was just so burnt out, deciding that I didn’t want to have any more human interaction. Of course, Brynn couldn’t take no for an answer and I guess you could say the rest is history.

“You know I’m excited.” I replied, a reassuring smile adorned my face. She looked at me for a second, probably knowing that I was lying to her. She didn’t say anything else and neither did I.

“Ladies and gentleman, I am happy to announce that flight 4673 to Montego Bay, Jamaica is now boarding at Gate 4. Please have boarding passes ready and available.” …
_________________________________________________________________ “Oh my gosh!” 


Bryn squealed as she took in the scenery of the island. “I feel like I’ve died and gone to Heaven.” I placed my things down on the bed, my body falling next to my suitcase. 

“We almost did.” I muttered. The flight from Miami to Jamaica was horrendous. The turbulence was awful and it didn’t help matters that Bryn was freaking out the whole time. I’m pretty sure my arm is bruised from how hard she was holding onto it. She was even making the people around us uncomfortable.

“Don’t be such a negative nelly, Lauren!” She exclaimed, throwing herself next to me. We laid in silence for a few seconds. “You’re gonna go out and have fun, right?” I turned my head, my eyes connecting with hers. I nodded my head. “Promise me.” Her voice decreasing an octave. “You need to have fun or else I’m gonna be very mad.” I couldn’t help but start laughing at her seriousness.

I took her hand in mine, “I promise that I will go out there and have the time of my life.” I watched as her eyes studied me. “You pinky swear?” She asked, sticking out her right pinky. I immediately wrapped my pinky finger around hers. “I pinky swear.” Bryn Coleman was the person I trusted most in life. I trusted her more than my parents and sister combined. Bryn was always there when I needed her, even if it was 3am and I needed advice on what shampoo to use. Yeah, there were times when I wanted to choke her to death, but she was my person. She was my best friend. She was my pinky swear partner.

“What do you say we go out to one of those clubs tonight?” She removed herself from the bed. “I heard from this girl I work with that they get pretty wild.”

“Sure.” I replied, my gaze going back to the ceiling above me. I wasn’t really into the whole night club scene but I wasn’t gonna let Bryn go by herself, especially in a place like Jamaica! Maybe I needed to take Bryn’s advice and stop being a negative nelly. This vacation was planned on my behalf. I needed to get the stick out of my ass and have some fun. Who knows, this could be the last time I have an adventure like this…

“Come dance with me!”

Bryn had her hands reached out to me, an annoyed look on her face. As soon as we walked through the club doors, Bryn made her way onto the dance floor and started dancing with those around her. I was never big on dancing so I decided to take a seat at the bar and order myself a drink. I made sure to keep my eyes on her while I sipped on my drink. “Lauren!” She yelled my name, causing those around me to stop and look. I could feel my face get red with embarrassment, sending daggers in Bryn’s direction.

I took one last drink before getting up and following a now ecstatic Bryn to the dance floor. The place was packed with people, some with the spouses and others dancing with strangers. The reggae music filled the hot, stuffy air. I held onto Bryn’s hand as she led us to the front of the stage. Once up front, Bryn’s hips started swaying to the beat of the music. I soon followed suit, slowly getting into the club’s vibe. We must have danced for almost an hour before Bryn announced she had to use the restroom. I took this as my opportunity to sit down and get a drink as I waited. I made my way back to the bar, ordering myself another beer. Before I could hand the bartender, he shook his head, refusing to take the money. “Already paid for.” He stated, pointing toward the end of the bar. I looked to where his finger was pointing, seeing three guys leaning against the bar, drinking their own drinks. Two were blonde, the other had a head full of chocolate curls.

I watched as they looked out at the crowd, talking and laughing at times. The one guy must have felt my stare as his head turned and his eyes connected with mine. I quickly looked away, acting like I was looking in the other direction. I could feel my face heat up in embarrassment as I kicked myself for staring too long, getting caught right in the act.

“How’s your beer?” I jumped in surprise as a man’s voice sounded in my ear. I quickly turned around, seeing the guy who had caught me staring. “Woah-” He started to laugh. “I didn’t mean to scare you; Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I muttered out, taking a drink of the beer. I couldn’t help but check the guy out. First off, he was incredibly tall! He was almost as tall as Luke, maybe an inch or two shorter. His bleach blond hair resting nicely on his tan, tattooed shoulders. His all black ensemble made him stick out like a sore thumb among the other patrons. “You wanna another drink?” He took the empty seat next to me. I watched as he flagged down the bartender, signaling to order two more beers.

“You bought the beer?” I questioned. “How’d you know I even liked beer?” I turned my body to face his, my knee accidentally brushing against his. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, placing one in his mouth. He motioned for me to take one. I put my hand up, declining the offer. “I saw you drinking one earlier. Figured you needed another one after dancing the night away.” He said nonchalantly.

“Are you stalking me?” I asked. His head turning, our eyes connecting once again. His green eyes held a hint of mischief and wonder. I couldn’t help but start smirking. “Who are you?” He pulled his cigarette out of his mouth, blowing out the smoke he’d been harboring.

“Duff, Duff McKagan.” He placed his hand out for me to shake. I could feel my smirk growing larger. “What’s yours?” He questioned, his lips forming into a smirk. I debated on telling him my real name. I had no idea who this guy was. I was far away from home. What if I told him and he turns out to be a stalking murderer? “Molly.” I lied. “Molly Jones.” I shook his hand. His hand felt rough and callused. The smirk stayed on his face as he shook my hand. I don’t know if he could tell I was lying of not but he was going with it for now. “So, Molly-”He began. “What brings you to Jamaica?”

Before I could answer the question, Bryn came busting through the crowd. “Lauren!” She giggled once she reached me. “Lauren, I thought you left me or something.” She wined, grabbing onto my neck and holding me. I looked over a Duff, giving him an apologetic smile. “The bathroom here is so groady. There were people doing lines of coke off the nasty sink, I thought I was back in Brooklyn or something.” The smile that was on Duff’s face only grew as he nursed his drink and smoked his cigarette. Bryn soon let go of my neck, her head turning to face where Duff was sitting.

“You’re in my seat”! She yelled toward him. “That’s my seat, mister!” Duff turned to look at her. “Bryn, chill out.” I muttered. I was a bit embarrassed by the way she was acting. She went to the bathroom completely fine and now she was making a show of things. “He’s in my seat, Lauren.” She cried out. “Get him out of my seat.” She slumped her body against mine, almost knocking me off the bar stool. It was as if she went from being a 23-year-old woman to a three-year-old child.

“I can leave if that’s what she wants.” Duff spoke up. I quickly shook my head no, telling him to stay put. “We’re actually gonna leave.” I stumbled out of the chair, keeping a strong hold on my now high friend. “You need some help?” He quickly stood up, taking Bryn’s elbow in his grasp.

“Get your hands off me, guy!” Bryn exclaimed. She jerked her elbow out of Duff’s hand, turning to me and wrapping her arms back around my neck. “I’m sorry.” I mouthed to him. He gave me a smile and nodded. “Thanks again for the beer.”

“Sure thing.” I was starting to feel bad for lying to him. “Maybe I’ll see you around or something.”

I nodded my head the best I could, “Maybe you will.” I could feel Bryn’s grip on my neck grow tighter. “Let me get her back to the hotel before she makes a bigger ass of herself.” Duff and I said our goodbyes before I dragged Bryn out of the club.

Once outside, I set Bryn down on the bench and hailed for a taxi. “He was kind of cute.” Bryn muttered. I looked over at her, confusion written on my face. “The guy in there, the blonde guy.” She was talking about Duff. “You were totally into him.”

“Was not.” I quickly defended. “I was just talking to him.”

Bryn let out a laugh. “Lauren, you are a terrible liar.”  

I rolled my eyes, turning back to the road to see where the damn taxi cab was. I don’t know what Bryn was talking about. There was no way I was into Duff. I didn’t even know the guy! He was just a guy that bought me a drink at the bar. That’s it and that’s all it will ever be...

[stoiccthulhu]

Update time...actually, why should these be titled? I mean, whats the point of writing a title to these if all I’m going to do is ramble on and on with no specific topic of discussion, just several things on my mind?

Election day 2020 happened yesterday and I voted for nobody. And if I would have voiced my polling choice I would have voted for the candidate I see as being the best option in line with my thoughts and opinions concerning the state of the world at the moment as well as the future.

You can insert whomever you want to believe that would be based off an assumption and a look at my internetting footprint, but you would be wrong, but that’s part of the fun of interpreting what I’m writing down for you in the future. Trying to figure out what I’m actually saying. While it makes complete sense to me, because you don’t have the hidden key phrase you can’t decipher what it is that I am putting to digital paper.

I get it, I’m an asshole.

And this isn’t, completely, a justification towards my actions but a direct result of your intervention within my life that has caused this behaviour. Think of it sort of like a self-fulfilling prophecy. You interpreted me, came back, and intervened in any little way imaginable. Negatively or positively, but no matter your justification, it was still an intervention that didn’t need to happen because, as Malcolm once said, “Life, finds a way.” And just like destiny, it will find a way. But enough of all that crazy talk, you’re here because you want to hear all about my political leanings and to unravel the mystery as to this anonymous random on the internet’s preferred presidential choice in the election that has already passed.

But before I do that, let’s get some shit off my chest because I tend to swear and if you don’t like it, go the hell away. I’m sick of people being sensitive over everything. As if they’re looking for any reason to complain or get offended nowadays.

“The internet has given everyone in (the world) a voice, and evidently everyone in (the world) has chosen to use that voice to bitch about (anyone they find offensive)” -Holden McNeil (with some modern revisions)

And that’s why I’ve chose not to be PC in this thing, whenever I feel the urge to put pen to paper, relatively speaking.

Like, let’s see who I can offend right off the bat.

Women need to start getting punched more and treated like human beings instead of china dolls. If you’re a pro-gender equality advocate, and you’re a woman, you need to be willing to be punched in the face for doing ANYTHING a man would otherwise be punched in the face for. They also need to be held accountable for the shit they do to everyone. I am a strong supporter in believing that no matter what women say about women controlling the government and such, while women have great communication skills, they have the worst track record when it comes to not being aggressive, biologically speaking.

In the wild, whom are normally the more aggressive of the genders? Whom is usually the one more protective of the young? more willing to go out to hunt?

To be fair, I have a very limited knowledge when it comes to the animal kingdom. But, I mean, the Black Widow is normally depicted as being a deadly female, the female preying mantis devours the head of her mate after they’re done mating. There are so many, example, of females being worse than males in nature its hard to ignore. And, to add religious believers to the list of people offended, if you’re not ignorant to science and knowledge, or at least the pursuit of it, we evolved over a long period of time from apes, which, by nature, makes us, humans, not white people, black people, yellow people(to stick to the color scheme), brown people(gotta throw the other Asian people’s in there as well), animals. Highly evolved and communicative animals, but animals none the less. Was that supposed to be one word? Nonetheless?

Doesn’t matter. So, if you stick with my logic, you’ll see that women are terrible. Terrible. But, because men like to have sex with females as opposed to men for the most part in today’s society women have a stranglehold on the pelvic reason of an entire world, which means they can make anyone, for the most part, do anything they want and see things their way, even if they’re saying the sky is as green as the skies of Namek. An example of this is perfectly laid out in a clip from That 70′s Show. Kelso and Hyde prove women can’t play fight because they’ll turn it real, for whatever reason, just because they’re girls. To prove this, Kelso and Hyde play fight, and it looks bad, but they stop, laugh, and hug it out. Then Jackie and Donna play fight, starting out playfully, but then turning it into hair pulling and needing to be pulled apart. Both visibly angry.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUwxxJvtQnI

(OK, my memory was bad, it was Eric and Hyde, and it was set up differently, but the concept is still there.)

And I get it, they’re actors, being paid to do what the script is telling them to do, but it is true. Girls are worst during puberty as well, from what I’ve heard. And I get it, I have a biased standpoint being a male, but in today's culture that shouldn’t matter, it’s about what’s being said, not my gender.

Now that women are out of the way, lets also as black people, but not specifically black people, its more of a systemic form of racism that I believe shouldn’t exist. In which, if you are not of that specific race, you are not allowed to say the n-word. What makes me giggle right now is that with just that sentence every single person reading this probably got a bit riled up. A bit ruffled in the feathers because I’m not a black person. And if you weren’t, you are now, knowing what you know now.

So let me provide you with some context so you can understand how I’m not racist at the same time as saying what I said above.

I enjoy rap music and hip-hop, as do a lot of people throughout the world, black or otherwise. Which, in this current climate, would be considered one of the forms of cultural appropriation we tend to sweep under the rug because it doesn’t fit our narrative of being offended about something. Because I like rap music I tend to learn the word to all of the songs I enjoy listening to. Because I learn the words to the songs that I enjoy listening to I sing along. But, because I’m not black, I have to ruin my flow to edit myself just because the artist chose to use nigger in their song. Which, as an artist, is their choice.

Now, why should I have to edit myself? I have tried to replace it with “wigger”, but because of the closeness of the words, I felt that would still be offensive if I was ever overheard by the wrong black person who, understandably, would be mad if they heard a pasty white boy say the word nigger without any context.

I just think, unless the person is using the word in a hateful way, directed at the person the speaker either personally knows or is conciously speaking about, as in “i hate that nigger” or “you’re a nigger”. If it’s something like that, totally beat the shit out of that racist.

But if you’re singing along to Wu-Tang, and you say:

I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure, that you can even fuck with mine? Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time! And pull a foul, niggas, save the beef for the cow I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show, Tical! The fuck you wanna do on this mic piece, duke? I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO Style, buddha monks with the owls Now who's the fuckin' man? Meth-Tical It shouldn’t be labelled as being racist.

There is more rattling around in my head right now, things that I’ve been thinking about for years, and things that have been bothering me for just about as long, but for now those were the two that fell out when I vomited all over my keyboard.

And if you’re offended. Get over it. You need to start.

Oh, I almost forgot. I was going to tell you whom it was I was going to vote for yesterday if I had voted for anybody. Jokingly I wanted to write-in “Obi-Wan Kenobi”. But in truth I was going to vote for Biden. Not because I thought he was the better candidate, but because there was not a good option at all, he was just the lesser of two evils. This election has made me decide I want a third option when it comes to my politicians, or at least, get rid of political parties all together. We spend so much time infighting and holding each other back instead of up no real change has happened in the past decade? Longer? And whatever change that does happen gets nitpicked apart so much it becomes a shell of its former self. But, enough about that. I have a baby demanding eggs and waffles and I still need to tag this.

[ibitchytimemachine]

Chapters: 53/? Fandom: Dragon Ball Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Summary:

With Earth destroyed, Bulma and the Z gang find themselves in an outer space guerilla war against a tyrant. The mysterious Vengeance seems to be the only hope to win the war against Frieza, but teaming up with him brings its own set of problems.

 AU, ensemble cast but with focus on BV. Several other pairings (m/F and m/m) and non-romantic relationships get significant screen time.

While Vengeance often appears to be a light-hearted, funny story, there are darker elements running through several storylines. Warnings of non-con are for isolated incidents and don't reflect the story as a whole, but explicit descriptions of sex, violence, and general depravity are contained within these chapters.

Of all the Vegebul fics I have read, this one is easily my favorite. It has nuance, gives (almost) every character full and rich motivations and story lines. You find yourself rooting for the oddest pairs and weirdest people. I can not recommend this story enough, and if you wanna read my thoughts on it, lets dive into spoilers below the cut! 

So this story has something for everyone. You want thick well thought out and executed plot? DONE! Humor? DONE! Large cast of characters, both canon and OC who are all pretty well flushed out? DONE! Smut? Name your poison, chances are, its in here. There is so much about this story that I love that I am struggling with exactly the best way to organize my thoughts. So instead of agonizing over it, instead I am just gonna throw away all my careful notes that I have taken during my read and just freaking ramble! 

I think the first thing that people are a little put off on is the rare pair of RaditzXPuar. I will tell you that I 5,000 percent ship these two and it is all because of reading this fic. I love it so much that I MAY have even taken some time to draw my own fan art for the pair, but lets just leave THAT in the vaults xD When Raditz first encounters Puar, he is NOT a cat. Puar is in a Human form and is shifted to be Bulma. Raditz immediately is attracted to Puar’s scent and when they later encounter each other in a bar and end up ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ ) Ray is still just enamored by Puar’s scent. Whenever we see Rays POV in-between the time that Ray has fucked Human Puar, and the time that Puar is discovered, Ray keeps catching scents of the cat. And it drives him fucking wild. He later says that he is so crazy for Puar that he was about to fuck a houseplant cause it reminded him of Puar. Beyond that we get the backstory on Bonding and that basically Saiyans bond to a mate kinda at random so Ray has basically taken Puar as his husband. Raditz is really a great lover, there is a relationship imbalance between the two, but Ray doesnt take advantage of it. Its really a pretty healthy relationship. Puar gets jealous of some stuff, Ray gets WAY jealous of stuff but they always seem to talk it over. Shit at one point Ray dreams of having kids with Puar, and he is swiftly reminded that Puar is a MAN and will never be and never wants to be a WOMAN. 

A huge part of me feels like this Puarditz pairing is commentary on identity, self acceptance and love. Ray is constantly telling Puar that he doesnt care what his body looks like (except that he is excited to see Puar has a tail), only that it is Puar that he is in love with. It is only Puar Ray wants, no matter if he is a human, cat, plant, screwdriver or anything else. Puar talks about how he feels weird in his cat body, but it is his natural form and he wants to change and be bigger, more menacing, or just different. And I think we can all appreciate that sentiment at some point in our lives, but I can also see this as a low key message about trans acceptance and its fucking beautiful. Hell even Bulma tells Puar that he should take whatever form he is most comfortable in and basically fuck everyone who disagrees. I love that message and I love this pair - fight me. 

I really want to talk about another pretty complex character in this fic, Zarbon. He struggles with so much shame and negativity in this story. He hides behind his good looks and his hair, and when that shit gets cut off, Zarbon is a completely different man, it is shedding his old evil skin and literally growing into his own as a new man, a better person, and you start to care about him. His time with Frieza has basically ruined his ability to have any sort of healthy relationship - friend or other, because he resorts to sex for just about any close relationship he has. The FIRST person he meets after being rescued from Frieza, he starts bedding. Hell he promises a pity fuck to Burter for rescuing him, and come on.. I have never wanted a Burger sex scene more than when I was reading this fic. No really... Catgirl has a way of making you root for just about everyone... I think  that besides the slavers, the only character I HATE is Frieza, and thats pretty cool. AND Speaking of Frieza, shit hes a bad dude in this story. There aren't many POVs of him, and we see a lot of Frieza through Zarbon, Vegeta and Burter, but the POVs after Zarbon escapes and Frieza is trying to replace him is she fucked up shit. You really see his madness when he is sitting in the bloody tub stroking the hair of the dead attendant wishing it was Zarbons. He repeatedly states how much he gave to Zarbon, and how he basically loved him, but then you see him torture the poor man, sexually assault him, and generally just be a complete tyrannical asshole to him. 

The way the Nameks are handled is really cool. I love the nod to canon with them living with the Briefs on Red Station, I love watching Dende figure out how to lead, and struggle with his followers. I love how he makes the decision to room with Gohan as a way of bridging the gap between the Namekians and the Saiyans. The decisions Dende makes shows that he is dedicated to moving forward and not being stuck in the past. But you see him still struggling with things in the past, Zarbon for example. it is hella tense for a while when he first comes aboard because Dende feels Zarbon is responsible for the demise of his people, and Dende seeks out others help and advice on how to manage his feelings. He gets several peoples views and chooses what he thinks is the best, just like a good leader would. He even attempts to make Piccolo feel more welcome in the Namekian contingent of beings on Red Station.

Nappa is a super important character for the beginning of the story. He is the voice of Saiyan past and he advises Vegeta, wether he takes the advice or not. Overall he is the Father figure Vegeta needs (a common role for him) but he tells Vegeta and Raditz about bonding and Gohan comments that it sounds like LOVE. Nappa has some really shitty moments with Bulma, but overall I really like the sweet peeks into his head, when he thinks about his dead wife and babies, or when he tears up about the thought of Bulma and Vegeta having “little princes” of their own, is just heartwarming. And the attraction to Momma Briefs is cute and funny and provides so much ammunition for Bulma to hate Nappa (and boy do they hate each other)

I kinda hate how K18 gets treated in this story, and part of that is how long it takes for 18 to come about, and another part of that is the fact that the story isn't finished. I feel like 18′s android qualities are REALLY played up, which isn't a bad thing - great characterization in fact... but poor Krillin deserves so much better than being mounted with no foreplay and then immediately being engaged... Now I will say that I really like both of these characters in this fic, just wish things were finished cause their relationship has so much more to explore. 

I have both love and hate the Vegebul relationship dynamics in this story. They obviously care for one another, but the relationship seems super unhealthy... there is really no talking, relationship building going on in story. a LOT of fucking sure, but it almost feels like these two banter, fuck but don't really know one another.. and thats kinda sad.. I like that part of a Vegebul fic. Bulma is legit scared of Vegeta on multiple occasions and even in the last published chapter Vegeta looks at her and thinks that she is a monster just like him. And hell with her improvements to the Ki Circlet, she probably is. I will say that their smut is A++ fantastic, it is real, sometimes it is awkward (when they fuck in her lab it is both hot and funny) and there is always a mention of safe sex. 

With all the time spent on, pretty much everyone, including 2 OCs, it is sad that 17, Dr. Briefs and Tien don't get a little more love. They have very very brief scenes peppered throughout the story, and they just seem like after thoughts.. Shit Roshi and Oolong have more impact on the story than any of these three do and thats just a bummer. I am gonna say that maybe they have parts in the unwritten bots of the fic, but who knows if it will ever be updated, much less finished at this point. 

This story is fantastic. I can not recommend it enough. The relationship dynamics alone are fantastic, never mind the fact that Catgirl is FUCKING FANTASTIC at showing not telling, but even when she tells it is impactful. She has a wonderful grasp of character voice and each POV feels like it is actually that characters POV, told through them, not through the lens of a narrator. There are some amazing quotes in this story, some are just funny, 

Others.. Not so much.... 

These are a bunch of misfits thrown together, fighting to survive, and ultimately building a home. Hell Zarbon sees it and is shocked by it.. He says he is amazed by Vegeta “Floating around this country cottage of a ship, lord and master of an assortment of weaklings.” And Zarbon is right. Vegeta is the lord and master of this rag tag crew, and Bulma is their Queen. Their relationship is the glue that holds this little family together. This story is a tale of their struggle to defeat Frieza, but thats not what this story is ABOUT. This story is about, family, friends, love, home and ultimately all the wholesome things humanity has to offer. Sometimes we fuck up, and fight and create drama, but we persevere through those trials and (hopefully) become stronger, more well rounded and more human. And that is a really nice message. 

As a bonus, @rutbisbe drew this amazing Puar/Raditz fan art for this fic and I love it (AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH)

If you liked this review, after you check this fic out, head over to my A03 and read some of my stuff!

[laketaj24]

Songbook Series:Erik: Let Me

A/N: NSFW. Smut and such below the cut. Tag List Open. This one is using the song Let Me, by Zayn. If you like my work please let me know by leaving a comment, reblog or liking it lol I hope you enjoy. (I’m sorry I don’t know whose Gifs these are! I saved them a while back but if you know comment and shout them out )

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“T’Challa downstairs curled up with Nakia looking like somebody soccer dad in them damn kicks.” Erik props his pillow up on the bed and clicks on the TV. Asa hadn’t really been listening to him. Ever since the fight with Malaysia, if you can call it that, she was on edge about work. And they were watching her, every single mistake she made was questioned unlike before where she had no worries because everyone loved her. “You hear me babe?” Erik nudges her lightly on her thigh watching her type away on the computer. “Since when do you work at home?”

“Well, there are some people in the office that think that I am not working hard enough.” She pauses. “And then Malaysia’s dad is riding my management’s ass about everything I do because of that fight.”

“You mean when you went to her house and drug her out by her hair and proceeded to beat her ass?”

“Yeah, fight nigga. Shut up.” She giggled shaking her head. “I just don’t want to lose everything that I have worked for because of her. And I know I shouldn’t have even went over there and done anything. I know this already.” Asa pauses. “But I was mad and I saw red.”

“You don’t have to explain to me.” He kisses her hand and intertwines his fingers with hers. “I love to see my woman working hard… no matter what position she in.”

Asa rolls her eyes playfully and places her laptop on the bed. “I am thirsty though. You want something?”

“a beer if you going downstairs?”

“You bet not give Kojack shit, or I’m gonna mess you up.” She closes their bedroom door wondering down the steps. Erik was right. T’Challa and Nakia were cuddled up and they were adorable. His arm was draped over her body while she lay on his chest. Their legs basically intertwined and both were fast asleep. She made no sound as she tiptoed over to the adjacent kitchen opening the fridge. She grabs two beers from the fridge and she closes it quickly. And there he was.

M’Baku folded his arms over his chest and admired her from head to toes, looking at her thick legs and the way they filled the boy shorts, up to Erik’s basketball shirt she’d cut into a crop top. They hadn’t talked much other than the occasional good morning or small talk when they were in the group. It was easy to act unfamiliar with him when Erik was around. “Asa.”

“M’Baku.” She smirked peaking around the corner for Erik. “why are you blocking my way?”

“Can we talk?”

“About…”

“I would rather it was outside and not in here, you got a moment?” M’baku was courteous and he’s eyes plead for at least a moment. It had been hard watching someone he cared for with a man she hated two weeks ago. “Please Asa, is it too much to ask to talk to you?”

“No, of course not.” She places the beers back in the fridge ans slides the patio door open. We can talk out in the yard. I need to pick up some of that stuff anyhow.” Asa slides the glass door open and walks onto the patio picking up the beach balls and floats that they had used earlier. M’Baku helped her wondering off the patio into the yard where the storage unit was, she follows barely gripping all the things that she had. “So, what is it Prince.”

“I didn’t think it would matter that I was prince.” He admitted. “And I didn’t know who you were.”

“I am actually sure that you didn’t because I didn’t know that Erik was all royalty and shit. It’s no big deal really.”

“N’jadka is the man that broke your heart.” He places the items in the bin looking back at the white house and the vast yard. “It’s not surprising.” M’Baku chuckled. He had never known Erik personally but the stories of him from T’Challa were not the most pleasant at times. All he knew about Erik was that he was rude, callous and apparently a cheater. “I know that you’re back with him and apparently happy, but I don’t think that what we shared was in vain.”

“We fucked for four days straight, I didn’t know your name the first night.” She felt the heat rush to her face thinking of those nights. They were certainly something magical but home was where her heart beat, and it beat and bled for that dumbass in the house. “I don’t want him to know. And one thing about N’jadka that you don’t know is that he can read me like a book. I don’t want any drama while you are here. We can continue like nothing ever happened.” She looked over her shoulder at the house. She could still see Erik in the bed watching tv. “Please.”

“I’ll do as you wish.” He touched her hand rubbinf his thumb in circles over her palm before letting go. “but while you sit here and play house, you could simply have a man that truly wants this with you.”

“what do you mean?”

“I mean Erik is comfortable with you as a girlfriend and clearly, Asa, you are worthy of so much more. I could make you a princess.” He steps closer to her, crowding her head with his scent and his words. His hands trail down her shoulders and then around her thick waist. He grips her ass momentarily and leans in. She should have stopped him, but his lips met hers. Her heart raps against her chest beating so hard it floods her head, and all she could think was him. She wanted to be consumed by him. His tongue dances with hers and he brushes himself against her, tight against his jeans and steps back. He clears his throat. “Just something to think about.” He pecks her forehead lightly before tossing the last of the items into the bin. “Goodnight.”

“Night.” She choked watching him walk away from her. A few moments after she learned to breathe again she reentered the house. T’Challa stands at the counter with his beer in hand. She hadn’t ever seen him drink but apparently today was just a good day to do so. He clicked open the bottle. “Hey, nice nap?”

“I apologize for sleeping on our couch. We had a meeting down at the outreach that lasted all day and it was tiresome.” He pauses. “Thank you so much for your hospitality.”

“You can sleep where ever you want to in this house.” She beams, “and King T, Erik and I are so happy you are here, no matter how many times he gripes. He’s so thrilled. He told me stories of you, but he never said who you were, it didn’t matter to him that you were King.”

“Erik is great, you two make a great couple.” He resolves. “Does he know about M’Baku?”

“Know what?”

“I saw you leave his hotel room the day we arrived.”

“Oh fuck,” She breathes.

“It’s fine. I will say nothing. Just be careful okay? They can both be crazy.”

 The warning was heeded cautiously. Asa kept her distance the next morning slipping breakfast all together and slipping out of the house unnoticed by everyone but Erik. The office was busy. The clacking sounds of the keys filled the bank, along with the never-ending flow of traffic. She loved it. The interaction with people and the fact that she could try to at least get people approved for loans that usually were declined.

“Asa.” The voice of the person she didn’t want to see the most rang throughout her office. He tapped a few more times and he sat down in front of her waiting for her to finish her phone call.

“Yes ma’am, it should be no problem. I’ll be sure to give you a call back.” She swallowed hard watching Malaysia’s father tap impatiently on his leg. Then she ended the call, placing it on the receiver. “Mr. Barton, it’s good to see you. How are things?”

“They’re fine.” He said sitting back in the chair. “I’ve watched the video of you and my daughter several times and I cannot sit here and act as if my visit is not about it. That type of behavior is inexcusable.”

“I’m sure it is, but your daughter’s actions were not good to say the least.”

“she’s a college student. She has a future a stake and you, the older woman should have acted with some dignity and at least confronted her like a woman.”

“Mr. Barton, the situation is my personal life.”

“Not anymore.” He interrupted. “Your behavior cannot be tolerated. It is out decision to terminate you. This business relationship is done. The guards out front will accompany you to your car and it was an experience having you work for me.”

She wanted to cuss. Throw her things on the floor and scream. But she held it in. “That’s unnecessary I’ll leave.” She smiles smugly.

 Erik didn’t have too many words to say in consoling her, because in every way he felt it was his fault.” He watches her anxiously pace the living room, rambling to him and Ayo. “I gave them all of my efforts and time and for them to even consider firing me because his slut of daughter fucked Erik is stupid. I wanna post that damn sex tape of her ass… see how bright her fucking future is then.”

“Nah, I’m on that shit. Baby, forget about it.” Erik groaned. “I told your ass years ago you didn’t even have to work. I got us. You can sit back and do whatever the fuck you want.”

“And if I leave you?” She said with a slight squeak to her voice.

“Shit ma, you gone leave a nigga.”

“I need to have my own things Erik. I need to know I can support myself. I love you and all that shit, but I built myself up. I want to stay that way.” She turned and walked another circle around the living room. “I’m going to bed.”

“Nah, I swore to T and Nakia that we would not be someone ass couple tonight. Get dressed, Ander headed out.” He watches Asa nod her head. “Man, move yo ass.” He playfully slaps her butt and she leaves bouncing up the steps.

T’Challa sits next to Ayo. “What was she saying?”

“She got fired.”

“Bast, for what?”

“She beat up the regional finance daughter.” Erik doesn’t elaborate. But T’Challa already knew the background story. “It’s my fault and I gotta make this shit up to her. She works hard for her shit man. It’s part of the reason I love her.”

“What bank?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes. T’Challa smiles. “Cousin, what bank?”

“First Bank National.”

“Make a call and inform them that Wakanda Outreach international refuses to do business with a company that would hire an employee for unjust reasons. And then as the Vice President of Wakanda Outreach international withdraw all 30 million of our dollars.”

Erik beams. “You a dirty ass man.”

“Power is more than strength within a fist. Remember the burning of our sacred gardens.”

Erik hummed looking away. “I don’t recall.”

“You understand, take away something important and it will cripple them. And I know you remember. Ass.”

 Asa couldn’t remember how many drinks she’d had but it didn’t matter. Her body coursed with excitement as she twirled around on the counter of the bar. Nakia and T’Challa surprisingly were locked on one another dancing to the unfamiliar music with ease and sensuality. Erik’s eyes were hooked on Asa, the way her hips hypnotized him and every man at the bar and normally he would be mad but she was happy. And she hadn’t been happy all that day, her smile was refreshing. She kicked her leg up high and her old stripper moves returned as she bounced down on the bar in front of Erik, gyrating in front of him until his hands pulled her from the counter and into his laps. She felt him through his jeans. Hard. Thick and Long. He noticed her eyes dancing with the thrill of fucking him in public like old times. He drags his teeth across his full bottom lip picks her up in one movement.

“You want me to fuck you up don’t you.” Erik grinned as he carried her away. Asa nods her head drunk off his touch.

The closet didn’t seem so small once she was hemmed against the door with her legs spread and Erik was fucking her. He was thick, intrusive and rough. The door shook behind her as her head hit the rack repetitively. “Erik, they’ll hear.” She moaned with her face buried in the nape of his neck. “Er-.” He thrust harder into her making the door rattle loudly. He didn’t care what they heard. Her legs gripped him impossibly trying to take him deeper. He hit the back of her walls every single time and she damn near stopped breathing every time he drug himself out of her winding his hips so that he hit clit and the n diving back into her.

“I don’t give a fuck.” He growled chasing his high. He fucked her until she shattered into a million pieces and then lowered her to the ground peppering kisses all over her body. “Let me take care of you Asa.”

“That’s not how I was raised.”

Erik reaches down in his pocket and places the ring in her hand. “If we don’t work you can take everything…” He whispers. “But I’m certain I’ve found my wife in you. Let me take care of you.”

M’Baku sat at the bar staring at the door shake and everyone around him with someone. It was time to go. It was time to leave now. He tossed the money down on the bar waving at T’Challa. He grabs his jacket and turns.

“It’s fucked up to see what you want being treated anyway huh?”

“I didn’t say that.” He smirked looking down at her.

Malaysia smiles holding her hand out. “you didn’t have to.” She winks. “But maybe we can fix it so it works for the both of us.”

The door opens and Erik has Asa thrown over his shoulder spinning her around. “Shots for everyone. We bout to be the STEVENS!” 

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[the-lupine-sojourner]

Takara Yamada’s Hero Academia Season 1 Episode 7 [Eijiro Kirishima/OC] [Female!Aizawa/Hizashi]

Hi there! I got this one done practically in a day, I was so happy to write it! This fight is one of the earliest instances of adrenaline-rushing action in the show and I love it. Unfortunately, from where Takara is, she can’t hear anything, so I just have to write it the way the episode plays out. 

Anyway, Here is the masterlist, as usual, in case someone just sees this chapter and wants to read the previous chapters.

I’m tagging @dailyojiromashirao and hoping they like the fight scene as much as I liked writing it, and @elite-guard-hardygal because they always really like my chapters and are a huge help in making sure I have everything planned out realistically and fangirling with me about upcoming arcs and moments in the show. And I want to give a shout out to @fandoms-fandoms-everywhere99 because I saw their likes on every one of my chapters so far, spanning out over the day. You go, Fandoms! That was awesome and I’m glad you’re interested! XD

Anyway, hope you all like this chapter!

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

I try not to drag my feet as All Might leads us to the monitoring room. I’d wanted to try to boost Izuku’s confidence, but we were told to go to watch, and I can’t really argue with my uncle, so…

Here I am. The ‘villains’ had five minutes to set themselves up before the ‘heroes’ were set loose. I swallow. This would not end well, I could tell.

The worst part was that I couldn’t hear anything. From what I could tell, Izuku and Ochaco are studying a map of the building in silence and Tenya and Katsuki are searching for the weapon, Katsuki looking pissed and Tenya looking thoughtful, probably planing what they’d do as the ‘villains’ in this training. I really wish there was audio. It’d prove more helpful for grading, right? Toshin-Oji has an earpiece I noticed him putting in, but still. The class would go better if we could all hear, wouldn’t it? “You okay?” The question catches me off-guard. “You’re practically shrunk into yourself.” It was the boy with the tail, Mashirao. He was looking at me with concern. I straighten, smiling nervously.

“I just don’t think this will go well. Izuku and Katsuki don’t seem to have a good relationship. I noticed they had the same school uniform when Izuku and I involved ourselves in that sludge villain situation, and they seem to know each other enough to have a nickname or an insult they use instead of their names, but...Katsuki hates Izuku for some reason. Especially since Izuku’s ball throw.” I pointed out who I meant on the screen since most people don’t use first names this soon after meeting people. I only did it as a friendly gesture, but most people don’t. Mashirao nods.

“I forgot you were involved with that. I noticed the animosity, too, though. I just hope Bakugo can remember this is only a training game.” I bite my lip.

“I wouldn’t bet on it.”

“Alright, let’s begin the indoor combat training!” All Might exclaims. “Team A and Team D, your time starts now!” Instantly, the heroes were on the move, climbing the fire escape to get in unnoticed on the second floor. Smart. “Pay attention, kids.” All Might continues. “Think about what you would do.” I tilt my head, thinking. I’d probably try to find the villains using the Earth Quirk, but it wouldn’t provide the best or most reliable information, cus earth isn’t really what the building’s made of. It makes things blurry, but I could at least get a ballpark range to go on before moving.

Izuku and Ochaco move through the floor as quietly as possible, Izuku leading and scanning around corners before moving. Good plan. There are tons of blind spots indoors. An ambush was totally possible indoors.

...And apparently something Katsuki would do! He leaps out around a corner and Izuku barely has time to grab Ochaco and dodge an explosion. As the smoke clears, everyone in the monitoring room is stunned. “A sneak attack, Bakugo?!” Eijiro growls, pounding his fists together angrily as though Katsuki could hear him. “What kinda man pulls cheap crap like that?!” I shug, but Toshin-Oji beats me to replying.

“It’s a viable strategy.” He says. “It’s playing the part; acting like a true villain would.”

“It didn’t work.” Mina points out excitedly. “Midoriya dodged him!” Izuku was half-standing now, positioned protectively in front of Ochaco. However, he’s shaking in terror as he gets into a fighting position, telling Katsuki something.

Probably something to the effect of ‘I’m not backing down and you can’t make me’ or something.

“Look, there he goes!” the boy with a black streak in his blonde hair cries. I look and see Katsuki racing toward Izuku, yelling by the looks of it, drawing his fist back to attack. I gulp. Can Izuku keep dodging? Or will Katsuki get a hit in?

Whoa! Izuku caught Katsuki’s grenade-looking gauntlet?! Izuku then pivots and throws Katsuki over his shoulder, slamming him as hard as possible onto the ground. A round of shocked gasps ring the group. “Yeah! Go Izuku go!” I cheer. Eijiro smiles.

“That was pretty hardcore. Standing and fighting even though you’re scared is pretty manly.” I nod.

“And heroic.” I add. Katsuki is roaring at Izuku, creating tiny threatening explosions in his palms as he yells.

But, before Katsuki can go anything, he taps his ear and growls while looking down like someone does when talking on the phone.

Do Katsuki and Tenya have an earpiece, as well? Looks like it, given that Tenya has his hand over his ear, as well. Then gets pissed all of a sudden as Katsuki turns back to Izuku. “Hey, who’s Bakugo talking to?” Eijiro asks. “I’m not hearing anything. Can we get any sound with this video?” All Might turns to Eijiro.

“He’s got a radio in his ear so he can talk to his partner. I gave it to him before the match started, along with a map of the building. Also, this.” He holds up a small roll of white tape. “A roll of ‘capture tape’.” He explains. “Wrapping this around your opponent means you’ve apprehended them and they’re out for the rest of the game.” Mina tilts her head.

“Wait, so there’s a fifteen minute time limit, and the heroes have no idea what floor the nuclear weapon is hidden on, right?”

“Correct.” Toshin-Oji replies.

“Then the heroes are clearly at a disadvantage here. A big one.” She points out. I have to agree with her, but...at the same time, there’s situations like this virtually everyday. Heroes have to gather information and react quickly in unknown territory and against unknown assailants. Part of being a hero is deducing and acting on those deductions very quickly. Toshin-Oji smiles at her.

“Real pros have to outwit villains on a day-to-day basis.” He counters. “That’s life; even when the odds aren’t in our favor, we fight!” I raise a fist.

“Yeah!”

“All together now!” All Might calls and I know what he’s about to say and join in the group in crying out ‘That’s going Plus Ultra!’

“Monsieur, he’s on the move.” Another blonde boy with a suit of armor and red sunglass-type things on his face points out. Katsuki was the one on the move, leaping at Izuku and kicking at him. Izuku manages to block the kick with his forearm, yelling something and Ochaco leaves. Izuku then moves and I see the capture tape wrapped around Katsuki’s ankle. Katsuki then punches at Izuku again, powering it with an explosion. Izuku seems to have planned for that somehow and dodges again.

“Whoa, this guy’s really good.” A brown-haired boy with a tan suit on muses. The kid beside him, wearing a tape-dispenser themed suit, by the look of it, nods.

“Yeah! He’s holding his own and he hasn’t even used his Quirk yet!” Izuku then decides to run as Katsuki prepares to launch at Izuku again. Katsuki seems surprised, yelling and chasing after him. I scoff.

“Bad choice, Katsuki.” I muse. “He’s forgotten all about Ochaco, which leaves Tenya to handle her.”

“Yes, but young Iida seems to be handing things fine on his own.” Toshin-Oji points out. Curious, I look over to the camera where the weapon is and flinch. Toshin-Oji was right.

Tenya’s moving everything that Ochacho could use to float and attack with. Danggit! I mean, really smart move, anticipating his opponent’s strategy similar to what Izuku’s doing with Katsuki, but I can’t help rooting for Ochaco. She’s a nice girl and I’d hate to see her upset. I then look back and see Katsuki getting increasingly pissed, those small explosions in his palms flashing again.

“That guy has some serious anger issues. Kinda scary…” The black-streaked blonde boy murmurs, a touch of fear in his voice.

“Yeah. He thinks he’s the top and that everyone’s out to get him.” I add. “He’s pissed at anything that even might hint at challenging his inflated ego. And with Izuku starting to fight back, that’s adding fire to Katsuki’s rage.”

“Very insightful, young Yamada.” All Might muses, giving me a thumbs up. I grin and nod back. I wasn’t mad he was using my last name; I didn’t need the attention All Might using my first name might generate.

I tear my eyes away from Katsuki’s pursuit and Izuku’s evasion to see that Ochaco has arrived at the weapon room. Tenya looks deep in thought again. I wonder if he’s saying something. With that helmet on, I can’t tell. Suddenly, Ochaco laughs and Tenya turns, pointing at her. She flinches.

“Well, that was weird. I wonder why Ochaco laughed?” I ponder aloud.

“Tenya tends to take things too seriously.” The green-haired girl replies. “He’s probably doing the same here and Ochaco found that funny somehow.” I nod.

“That’s probably it.” I muse. Tenya gestures to the empty room, probably overdramatically rambling about his advantage, now that he was a ‘villain’. Suddenly, a flash on a lower screen distracts me. I look down and gasp.

Katsuki’s found Izuku, and is just standing there. “Wait...his gauntlet flashed.” I point out. “What does that mean?” I ask rhetorically. Izuku looks confused, too, as Katsuki talks, for the first time not looking like he’s yelling. Katsuki extends his arm, smirking confidently and Izuku flinches. Katsuki then cocks the arm of the grenade back, revealing a pin. My eyes go wide. Suddenly, I realize what’s happening. I’ve been wondered how the explosions worked, and figured it must have to do with something in his body, like sweat. So...if he wears those gauntlets...theoretically, they could store his sweat and- -“Stop the fight!” I exclaim. “Katsuki’s gonna level the whole floor!”

“What do you mean?” Eijiro asks. “How do you know?” Panicking, I gesture to the gauntlet.

“I was thinking about how Katsuki’s Quirk works. And I think those gauntlets store whatever fuels those explosions! Those gauntlets are literal grenades!” All Might nods, but doesn’t say anything. “Please, All Might! Stop this right now before someone gets hurt!” I cry as Katsuki grips the pin.

“Young Bakugo, don’t do it!” Toshin-Oji suddenly roars. “You’ll kill him!” I feel my heart skip as Bakugo continues pulling the pin, yelling something in reply. I cry out in shock as Izuku is blasted back down the hall and into a room, the hall decimated.

“Izuku!” I scream. This was insane! “All Might, stop the fight! Katsuki isn’t going to stop if you don’t make him!” All Might just stands there! What is he doing?!

“This is nuts!” Eijiro exclaims as the ground shakes with the force of the blast. I search every screen desperately for Izuku, but can’t see him through the smoke.

“Come in! Come in, Midoriya!” All Might cries, searching the screens, too. As I look, I see Ochaco taking advantage of Tenya’s confusion to try to grab the weapon, using her Quirk on herself. However, Tenya reacts quickly and moves the weapon to the other side of the room. I then look for Izuku again and see him cowering on the ground with some relatively minor burns, all things considered, as Katsuki emerges from the smoke like a predator who has his prey right where he wants him. Izuku taps his ear and seems to ask Ochaco a question, probably asking her status. Katsuki flinches, eye twitching in irritation at being ignored.

Good. Maybe if he’s blinded by anger, Izuku can capture him and help Ochaco. “Sir, isn’t this getting out of hand?” Eijiro asks, pointing to the wrecked hall and Katsuki’s intimidating figure. “That Bakuo’s acting real crazy!”

“Yeah.” I agree. “You should stop the fight before Izuku gets killed!” All Might doesn’t react, eyes glued to the rivals who were preparing to fight.

“Bakugo’s gonna kill him!” Eijiro presses worriedly, watching Katsuki’s eyes go wild with rage.

“Not so.” All Might says after a second. I flinch.

“What are you talking about?!” I exclaim, forgetting momentarily that he was my teacher, not my kind-of uncle. “Katsuki is after blood! Specifically Izuku’s!” All Might shakes his head.

“Bakugo’s posturing fiercely, but he doesn’t intend to kill young Midoriya.” He explains.

“How do you know that?” I ask, but All Might raises his microphone.

“Bakugo, use that stored up power again, and I’ll stop this fight; your team will lose.” He warns sternly. Katsuki’s eye twitches and he looks madder than ever. “To employ such a strong attack indoors is to invite the destruction of the stronghold you’re supposed to be protecting. That’s a poor strategy!” He scolds. “Whether you’re a hero or a villain! The penalty will be a massive loss of points.” Katsuki releases a huge scream and races toward Izuku, leaping up to attack from above. At least he’s only allowed hand-to-hand now. Izuku might have a chance. However, Katsuki changes course mid-air with an explosion and blasts Izuku’s back. I hiss in sympathy. That had to hurt!

“What was that move?!” Eijiro growls, watching as Izuku stumbled, eyes scrunched in pain, back raw and steaming from the blast.

“He doesn’t come off as a guy with a strategy,” A boy with white hair, half covered in ice and wearing a white jumpsuit points out, eyes narrowed in thought. “but he’s actually quite intelligent.” I frown. I hated to admit, even to myself, but...that guy had a point. That move took skill and practice.

Just how long has Katsuki been preparing to beat the shit outta people?!

“What’re you talking about?” Eijiro asks. I tilt my head, arms crossed.

“I hate to admit it, but he’s right. Mid-air course changes are tricky to calculate.”

“Precisely.” Momo joins in. “He had to calculate the physics and demonstrate complete control over his Quirk. It requires an extreme amount of precision.” The ice-boy nods.

“He changed his trajectory mid-air using a blast that doubled as a smoke screen.” I gulp.

“That Katsuki really goes all out, huh?” I mumble, drawing out a small chocolate and unwrapping it before popping it in my mouth. I wanted to keep my blood sugar up for my fight, whenever that will be.

“Yeah, and he’s uber talented, to boot.” The blonde kid with the black streak adds, groaning. “I hate it.” I shrug.

“It is what it is.” I reply around the half-melted chocolate. “No sense getting bent out of shape about it.” I then gasp in shock as Katsuki smashes his right arm into Izuku’s burnt back. Izuku screams in agony as Katsuki then grabs Izuku’s arm and performing the same move Izuku had used, but powered by an explosion. I put my hand over my mouth as Izuku bounces a little off the floor with the force he’d been slammed with. Dear god, how long is this gonna go on before All Might stops this?! Katsuki is testing the boundaries. If Toshin-Oji doesn’t establish them soon, Izuku is literally toast.

“This is hard to watch.” Mina moans, biting her lip. “All he has to do is wrap tape around him, not kill him!” I nod, swallowing.

“Y-yeah...All Might, you should put a stop to this. Katsuki won’t stop attacking until you do.” I point out. “Please.” He doesn’t turn, eyes riveted to the fight.

“That Bakugo is certainly acting like a villain.” I turn to see a boy with a crow’s head glaring at the screen as he speaks.

“I thought Midoriya was pretty amazing at the start of the fight, but he’s completely outmatched in terms of combat power.” It’s the black-streaked-blonde kid again. I frown.

“Not really.” I reply, shaking my head and sighing. “Think about it; Izuku’s Quirk damages his body, so Izuku can’t use it very flippantly, like Katsuki seems to be doing. Izuku has to make every shot count cus there’s a steep price for every one.” I nod toward the screen. “When Izuku does use his Quirk, he’ll win, but it won’t be pretty.” The boy shrugs.

“Well, Bakugo still seems like a natural at all this stuff. Midoriya might not even get a chance to use his Quirk.” I gulp. 

“Let’s hope Izuku thinks of something. And fast.” I mumble, biting my lip. Izuku manages to get away, practically crawling after Katsuki’s onslaught. “Get out of there til you think of something.” I urge him, even though Izuku can’t hear me.

“He’s running away?” Mina asks.

“Not very manly, but he doesn’t have a choice.” Eijiro points out. “He’s outgunned, unless he’s got some kind of plan.” I nod.

“Knowing Izuku, he definitely has a plan. Or, at least, the beginnings of one…” Izuku goes to a window and braces as Katsuki stomps toward him. I swallow. Izuku ducks his head, probably telling Katsuki something before glaring up at his oppressor. I really wish there was some audio to this...ugh.

Suddenly, the boys rush each other, that strange glow from the ball throw back in Izuku’s arm and Katsuki’s hand prepping for a blast.

“What’re they doing?!” I screech. “Izuku, no!”

“They’re gonna kill each other!” Eijiro exclaims worriedly. “Sir!”

“You have to stop the fight!” I add. “What are you waiting for?!” All Might hesitates. “Sensei!” I bark.

“Both of you, stop!” He roars, but neither do, then All Might’s eyes suddenly snap to the camera with Ochaco and Tenya. Ochaco grabs a pillar, eyes hard in determination. Izuku’s arm then shifts to punch straight up instead of attacking, meaning only his other arm was protecting him from burning alive!

“Izuku!” I scream again, but I can’t look away. Suddenly, as the building trembles and splinters at Izuku’s raw power, I realize what Izuku’s plan was; break the building to give Oachaco something to attack Tenya with in order to retrieve the weapon. She succeeds and the heroes win. Katsuki glares up at the hole in the ceiling, screaming something at Izuku, who responds, wobbling on his feet before falling over. Whatever Izuku said had shaken Katsuki, who stands there, trembling and staring at nothing.

“You...you did it.” All Might breathes into the mic moments later. He then regains his composure. “The hero team...wins!” I gulp. Izuku was passed out on the ground and Ochaco looked ready to hurl.

Yeah...they won, but...was it worth the cost? Victory at this steep a price...almost isn’t worth having.

“What a weird way for this to end.” The blonde who’d been the most vocal muses, frowning. “The losers are practically untouched, but the winners are both on the ground.” I gulp. All Might took our distraction at the conclusion to the fight to slip out.

“I guess victory doesn’t always come easy, but this is ridiculous!” I snap, getting angry at All Might for not preventing Katsuki going as far as he had and at Katsuki for being too wrapped up in his anger at Izuku to hold back for the sake of their training. However, I have to bite my tongue. This wasn’t the place for me to express my anger at my uncle without raising suspicions.

“Yes. But, how does that old saying go? ‘They may have lost the battle, but they won the war’.” The boy with the bird head muses, eyes closed grimly.

“This class is intense.” The green-haired girl moans, eyes wide. I growl.

“It shouldn’t be. This is a training exercise. A damn game!” I decide to make it sound like I was only mad at Katsuki. “But no! Katsuki had to go too far and lose sight of that fact!”

“Whoa, Yamada, cool it.” The verbal blonde says, eyeing me worriedly.

“Don’t.” I reply tersely, then take a deep breath. I didn’t need to make enemies today. “Sorry. The name’s Takara, please, and Katsuki just hurt my friend. I can’t ‘cool it’ right now.” The boy chuckles.

“Okay, then. My name’s Kaminari, but I guess you can call me Denki, since you want me to use your first name.” Denki then winks at me. I smirk.

“Whatever you say, Kaminari.” I tease, feeling a little better. Denki flinches like I’d hit him.

“Aw, c’mon!” I then wink at him and chuckle before walking away to stand by the boxes for drawing lots for the next two teams. All Might approaches soon with Katsuki sulking in after him. A minute later, Ochaco and Tenya line up beside Katsuki, facing the class. Seeing the guy who hurt my friend right in front of me made something in me snap.

“Oi! Katsuki!” I growl, stalking over to him. “What the hell were you thinking?!” I snap, shoving him. “You could have killed Izuku, you know that?! You weren’t a hero out there! You were literally a villain! A spoiled brat who can’t accept a challenge! You need to get a grip or so help me, you’ll be the next one in the nurse’s office!” He just...stands there, trembling. Was he...was he seriously this upset? I take a half-step back. What was going through his head?

“Back. Off.” He growls. I decide it isn’t worth pressing him, so I glare at him as I move back to pay attention to what All Might was about to say.

“Don’t throw a tantrum like that again and I won’t have to get in your face.” I call over my shoulder, arms crossed and eyes fixed on Toshin-Oji. No one seems to want to reply directly to the scene I’d caused.

Truth be told, it was stupid of me to confront Katsuki, but...it felt kinda good to vent some of that rage building inside me.

And yet...it wasn’t very satisfying, either. Katsuki hadn’t responded. He’d just told me to back off. And he was still right where I’d left him, shaking. I didn’t know what emotion was going through his head, but I knew it wasn’t good.

In a way...I kinda almost feel a bit bad for him. He seems like the kinda kid that’s grown up hearing how flashy and powerful his Quirk is, and how he’ll be an awesome hero one day, working hard to prove them right and steamrolling anyone who doubted him in his aggressive, cocky way.

But now, with Izuku previously being Quirkless (thus, probably a weakling in Katsuki’s eyes), but ‘suddenly getting a Quirk’ and then winning against Katsuki, to boot, it probably whacked the guy real hard.

I had to talk to him after class. This kid definitely had issues. A lot of them.

And Lord knows those people are the ones I can’t resist at least attempting to help.

Let’s just hope I make it out alive.

[tony-luvv]

How would you feel about Aquaman x Tony???

Okay i have a lot of feeling on them but I’m going to use this ask as an excuse to buildANOTHER HEADCANON.  This is literally what happened when i put Arthur Curry and Tony Stark at the top of a empty word doc.

Sorry if this had a Little Mermaid undercurrent to it.

also let it be know, I’M PISSED AT HOW QUICKLY I CAME UP WITH THIS WHEN I STRUGGLED FOR HOURS TO WRITE SOMETHING ELSE. although this is more rambles than anything but STILL.

Putting this below, please read tags.

Arthur was the bastard son of the queen. He was half humanliving among the Atlantians. Arthur hated it. He didn’t want to be with thesepeople that barely tolerated him. He would have lived with his father, but theman died shortly after he was conceived. A tragic storm killed him.

So Arthur is spending time on the surface, going to placesaround the world. He befriended a small village tucked away in the north. Heran with the wild life of Africa when he wasn’t swimming with the sea life. Itwas fun and exciting, living the best of both worlds. When one became too much,he go back to the other.

Then he meets Tony.

It was completely by chance when he met the man. He’d beenon the coast of Malibu, enjoying the crowds of summer vacationers. Partyingwith the college kids and feeling like he wasn’t being judged at every corner.It helped that the humans didn’t know about the people below the sea. He lookedhuman and new how to act the part, so he was able to blend right in.

It was night fall, when the beach started to clear and theyoung party people were heading back to their hotels. Arthur didn’t have enoughmoney for a hotel right then, so he decided it be better to return to the seafor the night. At least it was free to him.

So in the ocean, floating beside some sea turtles below thewaves he was shocked to see a body fall into the water above him. From what hecould tell it was a man, he’d fallen with his back to the water and he wasslowly sinking further under the current, closer to Arthur.

Arthur knew humans couldn’t breathe under water so he movedquickly, snatching up the man and rushing him to the surface. When they brokewater the man didn’t react. His eyes were shut mouth slightly open and notbreathing. “Oh come on, don’t die on me dude.”

Using his superior strength, he got them to the cliff sideand pushed themselves up and out of the water, getting them to the top of thecliff in seconds. Vaguely he registered the mansion beside them but he didn’thave time to think about that, he needed to get the guy breathing.

CPR happens and finally the guy coughs up water. “Thankfuck, are you okay?” The guy didn’t respond. To busy coughing up water andtrying to get his breath back. Arthur just hangs close, keeping a big hand onthe others back. But when he notices the other man shaking he pulls him closer.Holding him close against the chill of the air. “We need to get you inside, isthat your place by any chance?” Weakly nodding, the guy curled closer into hischest. Still coughing but not as brutally as before. “Okay, hold on.” Quickly,he picked the guy up in a bridal carry and holycrap he’s light!

Anyway Arthur picks him up and takes him inside the mansion.He can see a couch off to his left side and so he wanders over, silently apologizingabout the mess he sits down with the man in his lap and grabs one of the throwblankets. Wrapping it around the guy and holding him close, trying his best toget the guy warmed up. He was shaking so violently.

“What the hell were you man? You could have died just then?You would have if I hadn’t been nearby to see you fall.”

Faintly he heard the guy say, “Should have left me then.” Beforepassing out.

What the actual hell?Confused as hell, Arthur decides he’s going to stick around for a while. Youknow just to make sure nothing else happened to this dude.

Speaking of, damn he’s gorgeous. Arthur finally took asecond to look at the man passed out in his arms. He was around the same age ashim, if not a little older. Maybe close to thirty? His hair was dark and wavy,clinging to his forehead from the water. His eyelashes were thick and prettylike a girls but oddly fit him. He had facial hair styled nicely if not alittle un-kept. But the whole look suited him. He was only wearing a tee andjeans but they were soaked from his fall in the ocean. And the mansion theywere in was cold, probably some AC turned on. He needed to move the guy and gethim in something warmer or he’s going to catch a nasty cold.

Lifting the man into his arms again, he offhandedly tooknotice of how light he was, even with the soaking clothes on and took the manto what he hoped was his bedroom. It took a while, wondering around until hefound a room that looked somewhat lived in (only because the bed wasn’t made)and deposited the man into a lounge chair. He saw closed doors that must be acloset, since the other door was opened to a bath room and wandered overthrowing said doors open.

“Ha! Jackpot.” Snooping around, he found a comfortable pairof sweats and a big fluffy hoodie. Coming back out, with little shame hechanged the man out of his soaking clothes and put him in the warm dry ones.Satisfied with his work, he got the man settled under the covers and found an extrablanket to put onto the others. “Well then, what now.”

He ended up staying the night, what the guy had saidbothered him and he didn’t feel right abandoning him so he stayed. It took areally long time but he found a change of clothes that were only a one size tosmall but were better than everything else and got settled in for the night.

--

The next morning Tony woke up warmer than normal with apounding headache and scratchy throat. “What the hell–” oh yeah. He’d taken a swan dive last night and someone saved him.Looking around his room it was obviously morning but the mystery hero wasnowhere to be seen.

That’s just great, nowhe can’t even properly kill himself. Howard was right, he’s nothing but afailure.

Upset and angry he left his bed. Making to head to thekitchen for something to drink. His throat was bothering him and he wanted somewater. But he was completely surprised to see his hero standing in the kitchenlike he fucking lived here. “You’re still around?”

“I am. Good morning princess, I made breakfast.”

“Am I supposed to thank you or something.”

“Well normally someone would when they get their ass saved.”

“I didn’t ask you too.”

Arthur shrugged, “Fine, don’t say thank you. Sit, eat.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“I am now. Since you’re to rude to say thank you, you arenow indebted to me. As my first demand, I demand you eat something lightweight.”

“I’m not a light weight and I rather not.”

“Too bad, someone as skinny as you needs at least five ofthese. Here.” Arthur shoves a plate into his hands before turning around tomake a plate for his self.

“If I eat this will you go away?”

Arthur smiled with a mouth full of eggs, “No.”

“Fucking figures.” But Tony still ate. They sat in silence,eating their food when Arthur speaks up.

“Arthur.”

Tony glances at him, but grudgingly says, “Tony.”

“Well Tony, I think I’m going to like crashing here for awhile.”

And he does, Arthur makes himself right at home. Doing as hepleases throughout the day, sometimes disappearing for a few hours but thenreappearing like he never left. Tony isn’t sure what to do about the giant manthat follows him around with food and has invaded his home. But Arthur hasn’tdone anything to make him want to call the cops so he just tries to ignore it.

After the ocean incident Tony had a small cold but Arthurwas the perfect nurse, no matter how stubborn Tony acted. They generally actedlike Tony didn’t try to take his life that night.

But then after a month of living together Tony has a badday. Things weren’t going right for him in the shop. He couldn’t get theprototype up and working, the media was reporting random shit about him againand it was the anniversary of his parents death.

Arthur found him sitting near the edge of the cliff, staringout over the water. He stood behind him watching the water with him. Thenquietly as not to spook him he asked, “bad day?”

Tony couldn’t help the sarcastic jab, “What gave it away?”

Arthur didn’t get mad or upset. He didn’t do anything Tonywanted him to do. What he did do was wait a moment, watching him before saying “Comehere.” Without Tony’s say, he pulled him up and away from the cliff and intohis arms. Cradling him like some damn baby. Tony couldn’t even hold on to thesmall amount of anger he felt when Arthur didn’t react how he wanted. He justfelt numb. So he just let it happen. With his head resting on his Arthur���sshoulder, he let the man carry him in the house and too his room beforeclimbing into bed. Positioning them so they were facing each other but Tony wastucked under Arthurs chin.

“I’m sorry Tony.”

No, no, no, no. Tony didn’t want to hear sorry, he didn’twant to be here. He did want this random man coming into his life and mixingthings up.

He didn’t know what he wanted. “Fuck you.” Tears cameunwanted to his eyes and he couldn’t hold back the sudden sadness and angerthat wanted to consume him. “Fuck you!” He was angry, so angry and this manjust came out of nowhere, taking care of him when no one else looked at him.The only looks he was used to was ones filled with greed, lust anddisappointment. But this fucking random ass stranger comes into his homeinvades his space and act like he’s always been there. Someone who looks atTony with kindness and snarks at him and hugs him randomly and feeds him and “FUCKYOU.”

Tony’s crying now, tears flowing down the side of his faceand into the sheets. He covers his face ashamed to be crying like this. Arthurdoesn’t say anything else. Just holds him through his breakdown. Staying withhim as a warm presence, not speaking but just holding him.

Tony falls asleep in Arthur’s arms.  He wakes up in them too.

Arthur’s still asleep, looking peaceful where his head reston the pillow next to him. It makes Tony reflect. Arthur’s seen him like this?Soft and vulnerable. It makes something other than sadness or anger swirl inhis chest. For once, he’s feeling something other than the numbness. Tonyenjoys it a little longer before going back to sleep.

When he wakes up Arthur is gone but his side is warm. Tonylays there and thinks.

When he’s done thinking he goes looking for Arthur. He findshim easily in the kitchen.

“Hi Tony, I’m making French toast–” Tony walks right up toArthur and wraps his arms around the man’s waist. Clinging to him for a moment.Arthur is clearly confused but he lets it happen, even lowers his arms to wraparound Tony.

The smaller man quietly admits, “I’m going to see atherapist.” It’s quite, neither men moving but still holding each other.

Finally Arthur moves, his head dipping down to kiss the topof his head, “Okay.”

-

It doesn’t magically get better. Tony still has bad days andArthur still disappears for a few hours. But they have each other now and they’regoing to take it one day at a time.

[hardblazesong]

The time has come Shipsters to write a lengthy post. So here it is.

I am busting out the Marlboro Southern Cuts for this, so, be prepared for a lengthy ramble through my mind. First, some introductory notes for those of you who have not DM’d me. 

I am a 53 year old Bisexual Female. This is only relevant to comments later in the post or I likely would not be sharing it on this blog. I am also a Disabled Veteran, and while that is not relevant to anything further, I am proud of it, and it does explain the inordinate amount of time I have on my hands to write these kind of things. 

I am retired from a lifetime of work in multiple jobs, including ten years of Consulting on Business and Technology. I have been a student of human nature for most of my life. I am, in Jungian terms, an Introvert/Extrovert. Having been an actor, stage manager, costumer and director, who comes from a family of actors, I feel I can comment on that as well. I also am a writer. I am a bit rusty on this type of writing however, so, forgive me if it creaks along. I do hope you, if you read this whole piece, bless you, understand that it is off the cuff and not really intended for critique as to style or content, It is meant to just put my thoughts out there.

Now, to the reason for the post. I want to address the clusterfuck that this fandom is, the ways I would address some of the issues and my overall feelings about S/C the ship, shipping in general and the nature of actors. So, with those hats listed above on, here we go....

This fandom is toxic. There is no turning back from what has happened. There will never be a happy place for everyone again, if there ever really was. This is the reality of the Social Media age. This is the brutal truth of everything posted lives forever. This is the ugliest fandom I have ever seen. That is remarkable in that I have been around a very long time, fanning many different things and people. I have been active on the internet for twenty years, so that is really a dreadful label to put  on a group of people, but believe me, we have earned it. Congratulations Outlander fans, you lose the fandom award for “best fans ever”.

How did this happen? Well, factions mostly, with supplied fuckery, insecure actors, incompetent handlers, nearly archaic business models, and ridiculous sums of money thrown in, just to rile up the masses. Never for a moment forget about that filthy lucre, because you better believe it IS the be all and end all of Hollywood. Oh, and if you believe that there is an actor on this planet who doesn’t want to be famous or is a true introvert, I weep for you naivete and wish you nothing but the best holding on to it.  

Let’s break down the factions for a bit just to clear that from the table. F1, F2, F3 seems to be the easiest way to do this.

F1-the book readers who fanned and discussed long before anyone else came along. Subsets include: Diana worshippers, Diana tolerators, Diana haters, Diana imitators, Diana should haves, Diana could haves, Diana wills, Diana won’ts and finally my favorites: Actually write better then Dianas.

F2-the show onlies who came along starting with the production/casting news and stayed or left based on the show alone. Subsets include: Love the shows, Hate the shows, Love the show and anything associateds, Hate the show but love the casts, sorta like the shows, sorta like the actors, sorta want to stick arounds even though Starz is ridiculous, hate RDMers, etc...really too many to list. 

F3-the all important bothies group. I could spent countless hours naming the subsets here and putting them up on a white board and drawing connections but here is where the money is folks. These are the people that bought over 25 million books, that spend their money on cable, that support in multiple ways, charities, conventions, memorabilia, various social media streams of income. Here is where the vast majority of Shippers, Antis, and Neutrals live. Here is the group most assuredly taken advantage of in any way possible. This is the group that gets pushed or pulled to suit the needs of Big Business. Most people in this group are normal, everyday type of people who willingly go along with whatever occurs because their needs, while oftentimes delayed, eventually get met in some fashion and so the money keeps rolling in. 

F4-Trolls and the associated disenfranchised or purchased for profit motives or hopelessly ill or hopelessly deluded. Not really a money stream to be depended upon, but definitely a SM presence and a useful tool in a multitude of ways. Flames that burn high enough draw attention. They keep the conversation going when nothing else will. Throw them a bone now and again to get them salivating and watch that fandom jump. Most of the incompetent advisors and handlers really don’t understand this group because insanity is hard to control but they will also throw scraps when necessary.

Is it any wonder that this fandom was fractured from the start? This doesn’t begin to cover what went on, it’s just a base for the pyramid. The next level contains the subsets that formed their own associations. some fluid between Fs. Here we really see the SamOnlies, the CaitOnlies, the Mommies, the Fandom Police, the Deniers, the Enablers, the Accusers, the Peacemakers. The rapidly festering illness that is taking hold floats all around. Sadly the vast majority of these people are women who ought to know better, but for an incalculable amount of reasons don’t. Some of these people are just finding their feet on SM and love the perceived power inherent in that and so are letting the better angels of their natures take a backseat to the demons that niggle away at them, and some of them are just stupid, ignorant, attention seekers.

On to the heart of the matter. Sam and Cait. Actors with philanthropic tendencies. Generally thought of as good people, good actors, and if nothing else, the very best of friends. Oh that it were that simple, that pure or that classy. No it’s not. Nothing ever really is. I admire the kindheartedness of many who believe it to be so, but don’t respect the sellers of the blinders needed to buy what is being sold. 

Actors Act. That is their job, likely their greatest passion and deepest need. Sure they are capable of great loves, great intentions, good deeds and all the other things that make life worth living. They also are liars, by the very nature of what they do. Lying too harsh a word? Sorry, but pretend is too childlike for those with any real talent. Liars are telling you a story, hoping to sell it to you with their actions and their emotions.  Perhaps it’s a little white lie or a whopper, but it is a fabrication, an untruth, a show. Through study, practice, hard work, with luck, perhaps talent, and timing, they are able to make you believe the lie, for generally however long it takes for the show to go on. Actors who live their lives in this culture we have now, generally never completely let their guard down in any public way. They are always “in character” in one way or another. The deep rooted insecurities of the profession, the people involved in extraneous ways and their own substantial egos won’t let them truly present themselves as the human beings they are. Many a fine actor has descended into madness, addiction, death, because they can’t turn it off, never knew how or don’t want to. There are many perks, but just as many pressures and some were just not built for the strain. Now add in that fame factor, the money monster and aging. Time and Fame are fleeting. Recognition for ones work is nice, but the money is the icing on the cake. Hell, it’s probably 2/3rds of the cake too if I am being honest. Yes, they are artists, but honestly do you think any artist sets out to stay poor and struggling? Have you ever been poor? I have. It sucks. 

Along comes Outlander and two “relative unknowns”. That is a bit disingenuous because they were both actively working prior to the show, but it has that lovely “a star is born” quality to it, and most are a sucker for that. So, TPTB were happy to sell that. Sam and Cait were surely on board for that meeting. Hey kids, we are gonna put on a show and oh by the way, you two are so pretty and cute with each other, work that into the “we are so happy and humble and our fans are the greatest act” would you? Then that oft spoke of chemistry became apparent to all and sundry before the show even aired. Oh my, a goldmine in the making. It certainly didn’t hurt anything that the affection between them likely was genuine and they really were flummoxed by the attention they attained so quickly. No one but the two of them really understands what it was like for them to be in that bubble together, at nearly the same age and stage of their careers. If they hadn’t leaned on each other, hadn’t formed a relationship of some kind, hadn’t sold said relationship at every opportunity and manipulated it for whatever reason they do, we wouldn’t be having this discussion. So mostly, kudos to them for a job well done, on multiple fronts, but it has not been perfect by any stretch of the imagination. 

Sam, I have often speculated on his sexuality, without judgement, needed to be presented as a single, heterosexual man. Wasn’t so important that Cait be sold as a single, heterosexual woman. It actually enhances the fanbase if she can be sold as a possible bisexual. It’s not like we are saying that the vast majority of the fanbase are conservative Christians. Sex sells, go with the most profitable options. Let the Sam is gay rumors float around without addressing them. Any attractive male actor is going to get tagged that way, and it will draw a certain segment.  Let the paps and fans throw some girls into the mix. No one threatening to the budding are they or aren’t they crowd though. No Cait clones. Sam you like blondes? OK. No one above D level status either, or it could distract the fans too much. Cait? Do whatever you like but keep it on the very downlow. We already have to sell you in the show as a woman in love with two men. We don’t want you looking desperate in any way. Perhaps a long term low key thing will work to keep the rumor mill in check. Maybe not, but it’s worth a shot. OK kids, let put on a show and the money will eventually flow. Oh, by the way, could the two of you roll out your charity endeavors as well? We know you both support things in real life, so be sure to let that be known. Do try not to be too political, what with the world as it is an all, but don’t be ostriches either. Oh, and sorry but PR says you have to sign these non disclosure contracts as well, and just so you know, there really is a morality clause but we don’t spell it out too clearly because that is what lawyers and loopholes are for. 

Then we got the show, and low and behold, a hit. That goldmine sure is bigger then any of us hoped for here at Starz/Lionsgate/Tallship/ etc...These fans are so nice, they bring things, they say nice things on SM, they send things and most of them love the adaptation and isn’t funny how much they like us together offscreen? Wow, guess we should keep on selling that too. What’s that you say? Some are panicky that we may be too close? Why? Oh, they think if we become a couple that we will eventually break up and ruin the show or something. Can’t have that, then the money will stop. What should be done? Nothing? Carry on as before? Ambiguity is best? Alrighty. Can I throw a bone to the shippers we have acquired along the way?  But what about the ones who don’t like us as a couple? Jeebus it’s getting harder to navigate these waters, why didn’t anyone prepare us for this part of it? What do you mean you just have to live it? Is that part of the contracts? oh.

Time for the intervention of the Troll Brigade, always lurking, but finally ready to find a way to break into the discussion. Mistakes were made here, not of epic proportions but enough that things began to crack around the edges. Threats were made, feelings were hurt, fans ran away, friends side eyed, Most importantly fingers began to be pointed. Advisors began to whisper in ears. Which group could likely take being battered the best to deflect attention from anything not fitting the needs of TPTB? Well, like all shows and fandoms, we have this pretty vocal shipper group. Nothing really wrong with shippers, they certainly like to promote, chatter and fangirl. Mostly harmless, although like any group of a like size, there will be some unstable ones. There is also a group of fairly rabid antis to consider. The neutrals can’t really be bothered to take the heat and would likely just walk away then take abuse. So, shippers it is then. Sorry ladies, but the writing was on the wall from  before last summer that some group would have to be sacrificed for the perceived greater good. 

It all went down hill from there. It hasn’t hit bottom yet. What can be done now to retain them or swap them to the neutral camp? You are seeing it unfold. Does this mean shipping S/C is dead? Of course not. Just backed into a corner, where hopefully, they will still fangirl, discuss, and spend money. Anytime they need more discussion or pap press or SM flare ups you can bet Shippers will be addressed in some manner. Too much money has come from them to let them go entirely no matter how Sam and Cait actually feel about them. They are a natural part of fandom, there will never be a time when they are gone completely. TPTB are counting on that. Only that F4 crowd really want them gone. 

Yes, I still count myself among the shippers. No, I don’t care if they have SOs or if their sexulaties preclude them being an actual couple. Yes, I will watch S3 at least. No, I don’t think it will go beyond S4, the material is not strong enough. Yes, I like passages of books after S3, but not the whole books. I am in F3. I have never harassed anyone about S/C, never commented on MM’s stuff, don’t follow her, am not a fan of hers, and frankly do not care whether or not Sam is dating her. It is not my job to be her fan, promote her or protect her. Nor is it my job to worship Sam and Cait, support them or protect them. I am not here for that. I do believe that there are some very talented, genuinely funny, and awesome women in the Shippers lane. I don’t pay attention to the antis, nor do I comment on their antics to them on Twitter. I do discuss them here, but only in a general way. I find the neutrals to be just that and respect they don’t want to get involved in flame wars. I have actually been saddened by the descent of Shitner, couldn’t care less about Camuso, and they, Purv and BG will face their own Karma. Not my circus, not my monkeys. 

Sam and Cait will fan the flames themselves now, no matter what they do. Until the time comes when they move on from the show, they are in a no win situation as far as some faction of the fandom goes. They likely don’t care. They are getting paid no matter what happens. If one of them cracks, my money is on Sam, he has charm and talent to spare, he will likely recovery in some fashion. He has MPC to pay him if he keeps that going. That’s right, not all the funding goes to charity, remember that. They will both getting acting gigs following Outlander. Life will go on. Much love to you Shipster Sisters, carry on.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zoXLKgX0MgU

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Robert E. Lee and Unrest In Charlottesville - A Retrospective

First, this is madness, I agree that Trump should have reprimanded the White Supremacist group in his first statement, but to ignore the violence on the Anti-fa/BLM group would have been wrong also. Now I am tagged a racist!! With that said, I did watch a detailed documentary where they interviewed people from both sides. Sorry but as “wack-a-doo” the Anti-fa/BLM folk are the other side was down right scary!! While Anti-fa came armed with mace and bats bringing the fight to them, the White Supremacist’s and Nazi’s had AR-15′s and handguns to defend their right to be repugnant. They said they would kill ... WHY??? For a differing opinion? Is that worthy of death? It also discredits the “peaceful protest” thing. 

At the same time I don’t have a problem with Trumps words since he denounced both sides. I remember the old saying “two wrongs don’t make a right” and think how it somehow got confused. Since one wrong believes they are right because of how horrible the view of the “other side” is. 

Sorry I digressed, ultimately the protest was about a statute of Robert E. Lee, a Confederate General. He is a hero to the White Supremacist group since he was one of the top Confederate leaders who in their mind agreed with them and he was evil to the Anti-fa since he represented the ugly oppression of the black slaves. Because both of the skewed views of Robert E Lee, there have been a few quoting him and showing that he was a good man. The favorite to throw in the face of the “left” is :

“In this enlightened age, there are few I believe, but what will acknowledge, that slavery as an institution, is a moral & political evil in any Country. “ - Robert E Lee

The next line was omitted but needs to be shown as well:

“The blacks are immeasurably better off here than in Africa, morally, socially & physically.” - Robert E Lee

I think Mr. Lee believed that slavery was better, but I also believe he did not see the atrocities slave owners did. Please also understand that a Bible believer knows the Bible allows slavery which I believe was used to justify the acts, I also believe that they did not learn the full Biblical definition of slave which was really more like indentured servitude, where freedom is possible after 7 years and is a voluntary entry by the “slave”. They ignored the first commandment which was really freedom (search the blog for a full explanation of why or CLICK THIS ARTICLE ... Prager Vid that does a better job). 

I found the letter these quotes came from HERE and found it enlightening. The last line I think says wonders about today’s society:

“Is it not strange that the descendants of those pilgrim fathers who Crossed the Atlantic to preserve their own freedom of opinion, have always proved themselves intolerant of the Spiritual liberty of others? “ - Robert E Lee

Anti-Fa is this epitomized! They will shout down any opposing view and destroy property to ensure it never happens. Case in point is Ben Shapiro and Ann Coulter when  they tried to speak at UC Berkeley. Seems like any Trump event is tagged and attacked, who is the real problem here? Are all Trump supporters White Supremacists or are they normal Americans being cast as that for propaganda and evil?

The  White Supremacist ‘s yell their BS and cause chaos by just being, but they can stand on their own and they are shown fools. ARRRGGGHHH no matter what is said, the other side will spin it into a web of BS to support their CRAP!! Sorry, but Trump did say it right and both sides were bad ... although I don’t believe there were many “fine people” on either side though!!

Anyway, Lincoln also addressed this in his second inaugural address:

"Both read the same Bible and pray to the same God, and each invokes His aid against the other. It may seem strange that any men should dare to ask a just God's assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men's faces, but let us judge not, that we be not judged. The prayers of both could not be answered. That of neither has been answered fully. The Almighty has His own purposes." - Abraham Lincoln

Lincoln’s words can be used today, although I don’t believe most in either group really know God or follow him closely. Both groups follow their pride and their will above God’s. Whereas Lincoln’s and Lee’s words make me believe both were men of God!! God has been lost to both groups today and shows the need for a revival in the Church. 

Another quote from his address caught my eye:

"Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bondsman's two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said "the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.""  - Abraham Lincoln

As we fight among ourselves again to a fervor not seen in a while, we have to ask will God allow us to tear ourselves apart and then rebuild a new nation? Or will we be like the Greek or Roman nations and soon be taught in history class.

My view does not dismiss the feelings of blacks who see a flag or a statute erected during the fervor of segregation in the 50′s and 60′s and are enraged. I understand and do agree the monuments should be removed and flags should be changed, I just don’t get the rage of today’s youth who never lived through the riots and the blatant disrespect. Have any today had to drink from a “colored only” fountain? I know many feel disrespect, but this is fading as time goes forwards, we just need to let this die. People’s hearts take time to change (except for those who receive Jesus, then things happen fast) and violent protests get no one on anyone’s side. Maybe instead of macing a Nazi, we should show them the love of Jesus and change a heart!!

To kind of close thing up with this ramble. I notice my view on the “Google Manifesto” received sharp criticism from some. Again maybe I just don’t read “between the lines” well, but while I took no offense a friend who engaged in my folly pointed out why they were upset at the memo. They said women have been told  that they are not suited for or are unable to do because of their sex. To which I pointed out fighting Hulk Hogan and the WWF was not suited for women. Their response was “women can do whatever they want, include enter the ring with Hulk Hogan if they want to .“ To which I said “then the WWF would have to be fake!” I guess I don’t get it ... President Trump called it like it was and I believe the words of Lincoln and Lee ring as true today and they did over a 100 years ago.