#dunno but i’ve become aware of this

[vinnyandthephenomena]

i’ve come to conclusion that december & january indeed depress me

[hqbaby]

fourteen — kiss me again

mess it up — gojo x reader & sukuna x reader

⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to. when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.

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word count. 2k content. profanity, sexual content [elevator sex, fingering, oral f receiving]

Once the adrenaline of the last few minutes has dissipated, you and Sukuna find yourselves painfully awkward as you stand in the elevator, placing a respectful distance between the two of you.

“How—”

“Do—”

You both stop talking, looking at each other with nervous smiles. You laugh to try and ease the tension, but somehow it only makes it worse.

He nods at you, wringing his hands. “You go first.”

You look away. “Nothing,” you say. “I was just gonna ask how—”

The lights go out around you and the elevator comes to a sudden halt. You stumble at the unexpected stop, but Sukuna grabs you before you fall.

“Did it just—”

“—stop? Yeah,” you say, squinting your eyes as they adjust to the darkness. “The power’s been fluctuating recently and the elevator’s been doing this.”

You become acutely aware of the fact that you’re pressed flush against your best friend’s chest, so you right yourself and pull back, his reluctant arm loosening its grip on you.

“How long does it usually last?” he asks.

“Not more than ten minutes,” you tell him. The ache of your legs makes itself known and you sit on the floor. There’s no use standing while you wait. “Sorry about this.”

You can see him shake his head, your eyes adjusting to the dark. “It’s fine,” he says, carefully sitting down next to you. He’s still pointedly far away from you. Not too much to be strange, but enough to not touch you, even by accident. “I guess we wait.”

You hum. “I guess.”

The two of you sit on the floor of the tiny box, occasionally shifting to stretch your legs, to look at your hands. The tension is terribly apparent, but neither of you has the nerve to address it. Every time you look over at Sukuna, he looks away, and when he tries to look at you, you turn to your side.

This little song and dance goes on for a while until—

“Do you just wanna talk about the kiss?” he asks bluntly.

You let out a relieved groan. “Yes please,” you say, scooching closer to him. “So? What did you think?”

He snorts, peering at you as you come close enough to brush your shoulders against his. “Of the kiss?”

“Yeah,” you say. “Am I a good kisser? I’ve never really asked anyone that before because it’s pathetic, but I’ve been dying to know.”

“I dunno,” he says teasingly. “Pretty sure I carried the kiss.”

You punch his shoulder. “You did not.”

“Felt that way to me.”

“You’re such a loser,” you tell him. You grab his shoulder and shake him around a little. “Tell me, tell me, tell me.”

He plucks your hand off and interlaces it with his. A romantic gesture with anyone else, but a regular occurrence between the two of you. “You know, you’re a really annoying person.”

“Fuck you. You love me.”

His grip on your hand goes slack for a second as he looks away. You know that it’s dark right now and there’s really not much to see, but you spy the catch in his breath. You see the way he grows skittish as you tighten your hold on his hand. And there’s another thing, even more miniscule but incredibly obvious to you.

“Are you blushing?” you say loudly.

He pulls his hand away from yours and snarls at you. “What the fuck?”

“You are!” you say with a gasp. You point a finger at him, all childish and giddy. “You’re fucking—”

You’re cut off by his lips on yours. It’s harsher than last time. A stark contrast to the gentle nervousness of your last kiss. This time, it’s rough and wet and messy. And you hate to say it, but it’s incredibly hot.

You kiss him back, your hands going to his hair as he finds your hips, pulling you closer to him. You’re so caught up in the feverish haze of it all that it takes you a while to hear the voice screaming in the back of your head. What are you doing?

You press your hands to his chest and push him away. You blink at him in the dark, short breaths leaving your lips as you find him staring at you with an intensity you don’t think you’ve ever seen before.

“Sukuna,” you say quietly. “Are you sure about this?”

His eyes flick over to your lips then back to your own eyes, staring at him all wide and uncertain. “I—I don’t—sorry,” he says. “Do you not—Do you not want to?”

There’s something so sweet about the way he stumbles over his words, his hold on your hips going from confidently sexy to horrifyingly self aware. He leans back with parted lips. It’s like he’s waiting for your rejection, waiting for you to turn him down.

You lift a hand to cup his cheek and you chuckle. “I want to,” you whisper, leaning closer until your eyelashes flutter against his. “I just… this is a lot for me.”

“I know, I know,” he reassures you. His hand rubs your hips in small soothing circles as he looks at you sheepishly. “This is a lot for me too.”

You close your eyes and brush your lips against his. “Kiss me again?”

You hear him laugh. “Anything for you, tiger.”

The kiss is tender this time. Closer to your first kiss, but with the assurance that this is something you both want. You melt against him, hands roaming through his hair, across his shoulders, over the plane of his chest. He touches you softly, letting his fingers linger on the small of your back, up your spine, behind your neck.

Kissing Sukuna is like breathing, catching a second wind again and again with every touch of your lips to his.

You move against him, rocking your hips gently, little waves touching the shore. His tongue slips out and brushes against the bottom of your lip, a silent request that you indulge. Your hands are on his neck now, playing the short strand of hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him ever so close to you.

His touch trails down your back and lands on your thighs, fingers lifting the fabric of your skirt to touch your burning skin. His hands rub your skin, every now and then getting close to the space between your thighs, but never touching, never giving you what you really want. He’s so careful, so sensitive to doing the right thing and as much as you want to applaud him for it, you can feel the heat growing in your core. The frustration beginning to inch through your bones,

You detach your mouth from his and ever so quietly, you ask, “‘Kuna, can you—can you touch me?”

His hands graze over the fabric of your panties. “Here?” he asks softly, slipping a finger over the wet fabric.

A moan escapes your lips at the sudden contact and you hold on tight to him. “Yes,” you say. “Please.”

“You don’t need to beg, tiger,” he tells you. He pushes the fabric to the side and runs his finger along the stripe of your cunt. “All you gotta do is ask.”

He moves his mouth back to kiss you as he slips a finger inside of you, swallowing your whimpers. “Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he says, more to himself than to you. He presses his thumb on your clit, forcing a squeal out of you as he drags his finger in and out, in and out. “Do you like that, tiger?”

You press your face into the crook of his neck, panting as he works between your legs. “More, ‘Kuna.”

“Greedy girl,” he murmurs as he kisses your head. “I’ll give you more. I’ll give you everything.”

He pulls his hand off of you and you jerk back in confusion at the sudden loss of contact. “What—”

He guides you backwards and makes you sit on your knees. You place your hands on the floor behind you to prop you up, raising a brow in confusion. Just as you’re about to ask him what he’s doing, he ducks his head between your thighs, pushing your skirt up as he laps at your pussy.

“Oh shit,” you gasp, throwing your head back as his tongue sucks at your clit. Your hands fly to his hair and you pull, moaning when he slots a finger back inside you.

He pushes the digit deeper and curls it against a spot that sends you reeling. “Right there?” he asks, still intent on eating you out.

You keen with every move, with every brush of his finger against your walls, every kiss of his tongue on your throbbing clit. It’s too much, it’s not enough. The only thing on your mind is Sukuna, Sukuna, Sukuna.

“Are you close, tiger?” he asks. He slides a second finger into you and you moan, your hold on his hair only growing tighter. “You gonna come for me?”

You’re so caught up in your pleasure that the only thing you can do is nod and whimper. “‘Kuna, I’m so close,” you tell him. “Gonna come for you.”

“That’s my girl,” he says. He pulls his mouth off of you and replaces it with his thumb, rolling your clit beneath his finger as the other two continue to curl inside of you. He pressed his lips to the span of skin on your stomach where your shirt rides up. “Give me a kiss, tiger. Please.”

You open your eyes and groan at the sight of his cheek pressed to your stomach, looking at you with pleading eyes as his finger moves sinfully between your legs. You sit up, wincing as the movement sends his fingers diving deeper into you, and you grab his collar, pulling him closer to kiss you.

The kiss is more heated now, what with you getting closer and closer to your high, but it’s just as sweet. Just as gentle as earlier.

He moves his unoccupied hand to your neck, holding you close to him. “Come for me, tiger,” he sighs against your lips. “Want my girl to come for me.”

His words send you over the edge, a wanton moan tumbling out of your lips as you grab his collar, the only thing grounding you as your high descends on you, all intense and hot and positively electric.

Sukuna kisses you through your high, moving his hand from your neck to your back, fingers drawing up and down your spine.

When your orgasm fades, you pull your lips away from his and find him smiling at you. Not his usual teasing smirk, not his smug little grin, a smile of pure unadulterated joy.

“You good?” he asks, drawing his hands away from between your legs and letting them settle on your waist.

You giggle and nod. “I’m good.”

The two of you end up laughing, out of relief mostly but also a happiness that neither of you thought was possible. You settle on Sukuna’s lap, still facing him as he holds you to his chest, soaking in every bit of your presence, your touch, your everything.

“Thank fuck for broken elevators,” he muses aloud.

You chuckle. “Yeah,” you say, tilting your head to look at him. “Thanks for always showing up when I need you.”

He pecks your cheek, still smiling. “Anytime, tiger.”

You snuggle into him, wrapping your legs around his waist as you place your head on his shoulder. You’re about to close your eyes when you feel something poking at your ass—the something being his painfully hard dick.

“Is that…?” you ask, unmoving.

“Yup,” he says, voice a little strained.

“Do you want me to—”

“Nope.” Sukuna clears his throat. “Let’s, uh, wait to get to your apartment. Just ignore it.”

“It’s kinda hard to ignore.”

“Ignore it, tiger,” he says again, holding you tight so you don’t make any sudden moves. “It can—yeah, it can wait.”

You smile into his shoulder. “Whatever you say, ‘Kuna. Whatever you say.”

notes. this is for all the sukuna girlies 😩

[nfwmlily]

i’ve been so afraid to post this for the longest time but i have another fic published and y’all are so nice so here goes!!!

Imagine Being Loved By Me

pairing (pay attention this is the most fun part): hozier x fem!reader x alex ryan

rating: explicit (18+)

tags: shameless smut, threesome - F/M/M, title from a Hozier song, Hozier meme references lol, explicit sexual content, explicit CONSENT, explicit language, dom!alex ryan, sub fem!reader, cunnilingus, use of alcohol, mild restraining (of fem!reader), sarcasm and so much of it, pillow talk

warning: god i hope i covered all the tags just exercise caution mkay? nothing too crazy happening here, no hard kinks, but it’s a threesome so just be aware lots is happening lols!! explicit consent is given for everything going on, everyone is happy in the end. okay cool!

words: 9.2k

a/n: you may have seen this on ao3 already, but i only recently got into tumblr and i hope you enjoy it here… also please excuse the minor grammatical things, i cba to screw with the formatting right now… anyways, without further adieu:

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

read on ao3 :D

11:28: Hey, it’s Andy. I’m back in town and I dunno if you still use this number, but I’m hoping it’s you. I'm having a get-together at my place while I’m back home for a bit, if you want to stop by. X

My phone went off, dinging quite loudly, startling me out of what would’ve become a good night’s sleep that I was just drifting off into. I watched my hand reach out for my phone, feeling as if I was watching my own life through a movie screen in my half asleep state. I picked it up, and read over the message, my brows pinching together in the center.

What? I thought to myself, feeling rather confused for a few moments. Andy? Where had I ever met an Andy, and why would he have my number? Then it dawned on me, and a tired smile cracked across my tired face, eyes still hooded. Andy. We’d gone to Trinity College together back in 2008, and ended up being quite good friends. Of course I wouldn’t remember, being barely awake and all, but I knew him.

11:33: my gosh, andyyy!! hi!! it has been sooo long since i’ve seen you, how are you? you do have the right number :) and yes i will stop by ofc i will

His reply came quickly, his tone now increasing to my own excitability. At least, I thought it had. One could only tell so well through text.

11:34: Oh, great! It’s this Saturday at 6-7ish, I’ll send you my new address. Alex will be there & we’re inviting some older friends as well. I hope you remember Alex?

11:35: ohh yeah absolutely!! love you, love alex, etc etc. been too long. i am unfortunately about to go to sleep so night night hope we’ll talk between then and now :)

I didn’t stay awake long enough to read the reply that came through, curling up under my covers. While he’d been off starting his career and touring internationally, I’d finished college, and began working a cubicle job in a corporate setting. Stable, yes, but surprisingly draining.

More quickly than I’d expected, Saturday evening had rolled around and I was plugging Andrew’s address into Google Maps to navigate there. It would take around 20 minutes to get there, and luckily for me, it was only 6:10 right now. I’d get there right in between when he told me to arrive, 6-7.

The drive was uneventful, but finding parking around what was his now evidently large house in a secluded part of town proved difficult. Between the woods, the private roads, and the parking on the side of the roads which were rather packed already, it was annoying. But I found a space, and walked up to his house. I knocked on the door and let myself in, realizing his home was pretty full of people already.

I looked around for a few moments, not recognizing many faces, when I heard a throaty voice calling out from behind me.

“Hey! Bubbles, how are ya?” He said, with a light laugh at the end.

I turned around and looked at the man calling out to me, Andrew himself. I cringed internally at the nickname, bubbles, but laughed anyway. They’d started calling me bubbles after I blew a piece of gum into a bubble that was so large that when it popped, it ended up all over my face straight out of a cartoon. The nickname stuck.

“Andy!” I squealed, still laughing and now trotting up to him, arms open. “Ah, I’m amazing, how are you?” I inquired, after a quick hug.

He laughed, loud as ever, and it stretched out his cheeks. The stretching of his skin drew my attention to a beard he hadn’t had before. It was… Hot, especially with that hair–

“I’m great, bubbles. Busy as all hell, but y’know, being a musician and all that…” He trailed off, shoving his hands into his pockets and shrugging his shoulders as he smiled sheepishly, looking to the ground for a moment.

Ah. Even after all this time, Hozier , a world renowned musician was still just… Andy. A shy man from the more rural part of Wicklow. I found it to be endearing as all hell.

“Yeah, of course. It’s understandable. What was this, your… Sophomore album?”

“Yeah, it’s called ‘Wasteland, Baby!’ I’m really happy with it. I’ve got a new EP coming out as well to go with it, has some unreleased stuff that couldn’t make it onto the main record, y’know? Time constraints and all that. It would’ve ended up being a two disk album, and the label didn’t like that at first.”

I hummed and nodded along, moving my eyes up and down his body as he got into full nerdy musician mode, going on about his music and the label and the ideas behind each song. He didn’t seem to notice I was only half paying attention. Damn, between that hair and that beard, plus the crisp t-shirt and slacks he was wearing… I was snapped out of my reverie when Alex Ryan walked up to us, a big cheesy grin on his face.

“Bubbles!” He called out, slinging an arm over my shoulder, laughing a little bit. “How’re you going?”

I raised an eyebrow as Andrew sighed and rolled his eyes, grumbling something about Australia under his breath.

“Australia?” I laughed out, then turned more to face Alex. “And how’re you going? ”

Andrew cut in as Alex tried to start explaining what was going on. “Alex came to Australia on tour with me last month and he’s been using their version of ‘how are you’, which is ‘how’re you going’, ever since. Because he’s a pretentious douche who likes to seem more well traveled than he is.” They bickered, but they’d been best mates since I could remember.

I giggled and rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. “Ah, I see. Well I am going absolutely fine , thanks, Alex. Yourself?”

He gave me a playful wink that I felt a bit too flustered by, for my personal liking, and shrugged. “Doing grand, thanks. Hey, I’ll go grab the three of us some drinks! It’s been too long since we all sat down with a pint together.” He snapped away from my gaze and turned to Andrew, jerking his head toward the kitchen in a bid to get him to follow. He gave me a quick wave as he walked away, and followed Alex calmly.

Alex always reminded me of a mix between… A squirrel and a cat. When you put him in front of a set of keys or a guitar, he was the most talented man you’d ever meet. Extremely elegant, dancing across the instrument with his fingers. His fingers were long, and super flexible from all the playing he did.

However, in any other setting? Squirrely. All over the place. Totally unable to keep his focus on less than three things at a time. It was pitiful, really. How does one go from Australian slang, to asking how one is actually doing, to grabbing drinks in the span of… What was that, two minutes? Less than, probably.

The night went on in a blur of drinks. All sorts of drinks, and I knew not to mix my liquor, but that hard seltzer sounded so refreshing after such a heavy Guinness from a can, and that dirty martini handmade by Andrew himself sounded so yummy, and those jello shots sounded way too appealing to my sweet tooth to resist…

I’d arrived at 6:30pm, and by 9pm I was totally sloshed. It was a Saturday night, though, and I was with my old college friends, who was going to stop me? Neither of them did, and obviously, I wasn’t going to stop myself.

While sitting across the couch from Andrew, I suddenly noticed how nice and buttery his voice was. Sure, he was a career singer, but we’d been friends before any of that. Then, I noticed how sharp his jawline had gotten, how his beard only made it any clearer. Damn, I wanted to run my fingers through that long hair…

Oh, shit.

Suddenly, I was much closer to him than I’d intended to be, and my fingers were running through his hair, and he was looking at me with raised eyebrows, yet he didn’t do anything to stop me. His finger didn’t even twitch. Did he… Was he enjoying this? His face was confused, yet not upset. Somewhat pleased, relaxed, even.

I pulled back after I realized what I’d been doing, flushed deeply, and cleared my throat before taking another tentative sip of my water. I knew I needed to sober up, and bad, so here I sat with a tall glass of water (not referring to Andrew, thanks very much) and what I was almost sure was a slice of strawberry pie, but it could’ve easily had a bit of rhubarb in it too. Either way, divine.

Andrew leaned closer to me after I’d pulled away, a tilted, shy smile on his face. “Why’d you stop?” He muttered, causing me to choke on the bite currently in my mouth. The tart flavor caused a weird tingling sensation in the back of my jaw that I thoroughly enjoyed.

“Stop- Stop what?” I asked quietly, dumbly. I knew exactly what he was talking about, I’d just had my hands in his hair, for crying out loud!

He laughed and grabbed my wrists to gently pull me forward, closer to him. He was just as drunk as I was, I could smell it on his breath. “Y’know, bubbles, I always had a little bit of a crush on you.” He murmured, the warmth of his breath washing over my face like the tide of the sea coming in as he spoke so close to my face.

I choked again, my heart rate skyrocketing at the last three words. A crush on me? He’d made fun of me relentlessly when we’d been college friends! Lightheartedly, of course, and he got it as good as he gave it. Still, though, it was surprising to hear.

“Andy, what?” I laughed, but he shrugged and went on. I couldn’t believe he was serious, but he was. His forehead was suddenly resting on mine, in a way that was far too intimate for a pair of friends that I liked way too much.

“I said, I’d always had a little crush on you in college.” Andrew whispered, his voice much lower than it had been a few minutes before.

I let out a surprised huff of breath and couldn’t quite find the words to reply. That was… 10 or 11 years ago, now. We’d literally been 18 at the time, and he’d just thought to bring it up at the age of twenty-nine ? Absolutely unreal. Endearing, oddly enough. I couldn’t say I was mad or anything like that; surprised was more accurate.

“I see,” I breathed out in reply, hoping I didn’t sound as dumbly flustered as I felt. He flustered me. Him and Alex, both, flustered me.

I felt his hands snake up from my wrists to my shoulders, the callous of his fingertips brushing over the bare skin that my blouse didn’t quite cover. He quietly asked, leaning in further to whisper in my ear, if it was okay. I almost laughed in reply, the question was so ridiculous. It was more than okay. I felt strangely enthralled by his hands gently moving from my wrists, to my shoulders, and down to the middle of my back, pulling me closer still. I was almost on his lap.

“Yes,” I finally uttered. “Absolutely.”

Two words. Two words were apparently all it took for him to drag me roughly onto his lap and crash his lips down against mine. It was glorious. Everything about it felt just right. Not that this was one of those moments where it was like, as soon as his lips touched mine there were fireworks and I knew we’d be in love forever, but it was indescribably satisfying. Like an itch that was too far down my back for me to reach, had finally been scratched. I hadn’t gotten a decent one night stand in for a while , maybe now was my time.

Andrew’s hands gently moved down a bit further before his thumbs were able to hook under my shirt. I knew he’d ask if it was okay, if I was okay with it for him to keep going. I decided to mitigate the question by physically answering before he could even ask it by arching my back forward and pressing my chest against his. He grunted against my lips and nipped at my bottom lip, causing me to yelp slightly before his lips moved down and across my jaw, towards the thin skin of my neck. I huffed out a breath and closed my eyes, my head tilting back and to the right, my skin stretching in a delicious way as he sucked and bit at it. His hands ran under my shirt and now rested on top of the bare skin below. They were warm, and large, and I loved it.

Damn, I was definitely gonna have hickeys tomorrow.

My legs straddled around his waist, and I felt something… Hard prodding at my inner thigh, and I giggled to myself slightly. I’d managed to make him hard already, and all we’d done was kiss a little. Well, maybe not just a little, by now… But we hadn’t done anything but kiss.

I moved my leg, just slightly. Just enough to get him to gasp in a bit out of surprise and maybe a little pleasure, and he nipped down hard on my neck. I yelped and giggled again, his fingertips digging into my hips resting on top of his.

The couch dipped down next to us and he let out a soft sigh against my collarbone, rubbing the tip of his nose against it and up my neck.

“Nice perfume.” Andrew murmured, his voice muffled by my skin. I thanked him quietly, the words tumbling down from my lips. I moved my hands up from the middle of his back to the nape of his neck, where I rested my palms and allowed my fingers to move up and tangle in his hair.

He growled and his fingertips tightened against my hips again, his lips and teeth and tongue, oh, God, the things I wanted that tongue to do to me right now, going back to work on my skin.

I heard a bit of laughter to my right, coming from the direction in which the couch had dipped down, and Alex’s voice rang out, snarky and loud in the nicest possible way, next to us.

“Aye, Andy, you got a pretty one here tonight.” He teased, snickering at the sight of us. One of Andrew’s hands moved off of my hip, and I glanced over at it for a moment to find Andrew giving Alex the middle finger. I laughed a little and closed my eyes again, resting my forehead against the top of Andrew’s head.

“Shut up, you dick.” he growled against my skin, nipping at me again out of frustration. Alex laughed again and scooted closer to us, his voice lowering.

“You know, we both liked her back at Tee-Cee, Andy.” Alex drawled, pronouncing the individual letters ‘T’ and ‘C’. It was what students and alumni alike referred to Trinity College as. Andrew sighed and stopped again for a moment to glance over at him. I felt that glare from where I was sitting, and I didn’t even need to look .

“Shut. Up!” He scolded again, not turning back to me immediately this time. He did get there eventually though, and my heart was pounding in my chest as his tongue ran back up my clavicle and over my common carotid. Both liked me while we were at school? If they’d both managed to fluster me before, this was an entirely different thing. Especially with Andrew’s mouth all over my face and my neck and my chest.

Alex snickered again a moment later, and suddenly a third hand was resting gently on top of my thigh. “Aw, come on, Andrew!” He whined, playfully. “I thought we liked to share.”

I paused. Andrew paused. The room stopped spinning the way it had been before.

Share?

Wait, did these two have some sort of weird threesome agreement going on?

Share?!

Andrew’s head fell forward and he let out a huff, turning to Alex with a death stare. “Alex, no. Not with her. Come on. If she were any other girl, then fine, but we know her. She won’t go home tomorrow morning and have some crazy story to tell her friends. We are her friends.” He drawled, his voice low as he leaned in towards Alex to make sure nobody but Alex and myself could hear him.

I sat there thinking to myself, as Andrew spoke lowly to Alex: was a weird threesome agreement that weird if I found myself kind of wanting to be their third for the night?

They were both attractive men. My type, anyways. Both my age. Both were clearly into me…

I cleared my throat. “Sorry, but what does- what does share mean, exactly?” I squeaked, my head tilting to one side a little more as I tried to view both of them.

Alex smirked and winked at Andrew triumphantly. “Ah, sweetheart, that is all up to you.”

Andrew sighed and his head tilted back, his jaw tightening. His face looked like he was in a mixture of pain and anticipation. I couldn’t tell why, but a tiny smile quirked at the corners of his mouth and he huffed a little, shaking his head before straightening himself up.

“Alex, you are a goddamn freak. And not in a fun sexy way, you’re just weird. ” Andrew grumbled, a small smile still resting upon his face. He reached over and flicked his forehead, and Alex recoiled a little, a smirk playing across his lips as he laughed slightly. Andrew turned to me again, with a more genuine, but still rather gentle, smile. He leaned in closer to my ear and mumbled lowly into it. “You wanna do it, bubbles? Got a whole guest bedroom upstairs that is pristine, and hopefully to your liking…”

My breath caught in my throat. What, exactly, would go down in that bedroom wasn’t specific to me just yet. I knew it would be unholy. Sexual, for sure. Kinky? That seemed to be a possibility at this point.

I needed to think about it. A threesome. With two of my closest guy friends from college. I mean, yeah, they were both undeniably hot. Andrew had this amazing hair and a sharp ass jawline and Alex’s hands alone had me swooning, but this was a lot to jump into at once.

Then it occurred to me: I was already sitting on Andrew’s lap, straddling him, and Alex’s hand was already on my right thigh. Clearly they were into me just as much as I was into them, and I couldn’t believe that thought hadn’t come to me until just then. I cleared my throat, and sucked in a breath.

I looked over at Andrew, then towards Alex, my face flushed. “Yeah. Yes, let’s do it.” I whispered, almost unable to believe the words coming from my own lips. Not that I was unsure about it or anything, I just couldn’t believe I’d found myself in this situation. I was a goddamn cubicle worker at a sales firm, for crying out loud!

A wolfish grin spread across Alex’s lips and Andrew’s already existing smile widened a little as he pushed me off of him to stand up, and I followed suit. Alex came up behind me and put his hand on my lower back, jerking his head towards the stairs about 10 or 15 feet in front of us. “Shall we, love?” He murmured in my ear. I nodded silently and Andrew walked ahead of us, leading the way to what I’d assumed was the guest bedroom he’d referenced just a minute or two ago. I felt a blush creeping up my neck, and I realized Alex saw it too as he chuckled and tightened his hand around my hip for a moment as we followed behind Andrew.

“A little nervous, hm?” He purred into my ear, causing me to cough in surprise. I stuttered for a few moments as my brain short circuited. This motherfu- he was whispering into my ear! He knew what he was doing, goddamn it, and it was not helping the situation!

“I- No!” I squeaked out, causing him to laugh a little more and Andrew laughed along with him. We’d reached the top of the stairs now, and he took a turn and opened the door to what was evidently his guest bedroom. I was surprised by the sight of it.

It wasn’t like, barely lived in, half filled with unused items and exercise equipment being used as a storage space. It had a really large window facing the east, and a large bed in the middle of the wall opposite the window, covered in a set of white sheets, and a fluffy comforter with a dark green duvet cover on it. In one corner, nearest to the dark wood dresser, there stood a thriving monstera plant and across from that, another hanging vine sort of plant from the ceiling. The bed frame, too, was sturdy dark wood and so were the bedside tables on either side of the bed. It was cohesive, cozy, well decorated.

I giggled a little to myself and noted the clear durability of the bed frame, glad to see it wouldn’t… Potentially break under the weight of the three of us doing whatever this was going to become on the top of it. Andrew quirked a brow at my giggles and I shrugged and waved him off, my hands clasped in front of myself afterwards. He cleared his throat and gestured to the bed somewhat awkwardly, not quite looking at me as his other hand was rubbing the back of his neck.

“If you want, you can, ehm, sit down for a moment. I’ll be right back.” He muttered, then turned out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him. I was slightly confused, but sat down on the end of the bed anyway, and Alex followed me, standing in front of me.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just grabbing a few things.” He said lowly, one of his hands gently grabbing my chin and tilting my head upwards, and he hunched over to my level. “You mind?” He murmured, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.

I couldn’t find it in myself to utter a reply, so I just nodded silently, and he leaned in, his lips gently pressing against mine. My eyes fluttered shut and I took in his kiss, returning it just as gently as he had given it. I noticed his style was much different from Andrew’s. Andrew was aggressive. He treated it like he was hungry, almost. Like he was afraid that if he wasn’t abrasive enough with it I wouldn’t want any more of him. Alex was different. His gentleness in his movements came not from a lack of confidence, but from an abundance of it. He knew there was no need to rush through any of it, because he felt as though there was no point when he was such a wantable person. It almost bordered on arrogance, but it was… Comforting, in a way. He was more sure of himself, and therefore, so was I.

Alex’s lips moved gently over mine, his tongue running over the seam of them, asking but not begging for entrance. My lips parted for him, but as soon as I did that, his mouth moved down to my jaw and across my neck. He kneeled down in front of me to presumably be more comfortable, and he took his time mapping out every inch of skin he could possibly access above the neckline of my shirt. I gasped as he nipped gently at my collarbone, his teeth grazing my skin. He chuckled against me, the sound muffled by my body, and moved his hands to my hips.

The door clicked open again just then, and Andrew came in and set some things down at the small desk in the room, tutting. “Ah, you’ve started without me, I take it.” He grumbled, pulling his shirt off over his head, and proceeding to put up his hair.

Alex sighed against my skin, his breath warm, and pulled away. “Not quite, Andy, just getting… Warmed up.” He said, grinning at the end. He turned back to look at me again and pulled at the waistband of my pants, then the hemline of my shirt. “You wanna do us a favor and get those useless things off, pretty girl?” He murmured, and I flushed.

I swallowed and cleared my throat, then croaked out a response barely louder than the whirring of the central heating system. “Yeah, sure.” I replied, then stood up slowly. Alex did the same, and as I pulled all my clothing off except for the bra and panties below, I watched the boys do the same, leaving their boxers on.

Oh my god, their boxers were tight. Tented, if you will. At just the premise of it all, this was the state they were in. And I couldn’t blame them. Alex stalked back over to me and kneeled down in front of me again, while Andrew climbed onto the bed behind me. My breath caught in my throat as he kneeled behind me on the bed, his hands resting on my shoulders as he pressed gentle kisses and nips along my trapezius and the side of my neck, while Alex hooked his fingers under the waistband of my underwear and pressed gentle kisses along my hip, then up to my chest. I closed my eyes and took in their movements, Andrew’s fingers brushing up and down my arms, Alex’s lips working their way over my entire torso. I sighed out and Alex paused just as I was beginning to make sense of it all, tugging at the waistband of my panties again.

“You mind if I take these off, pretty?” He mumbled against the top of one of my breasts, and I shook my head no. “Lovely.” He replied, and tugged them down, throwing them to the side. He rested my right ankle on one of his shoulders, and began kissing up my leg, a small grin on his face.

He worked past my femoral artery, past my knee, and up, up, up… And then stopped. So close to where I wanted him to be, his nose right up against the outer layers of the center of me. I looked down at him, my face turning into desperate confusion, and let out a disgruntled noise.

“What- Goddamn you, what are you doing? Why’d you stop?” I whined, coming off far more needy than I’d meant to.

Andrew chuckled against my skin, and Alex laughed beneath me and rolled his eyes a little. “Just gonna ask if it was okay for me to eat you out, darling.” He murmured, the warmth of his breath washing over me. My breath caught in my throat at the feeling and I swallowed again.

“Yes, please do. I am- that is more than okay.” I breathed out, my leg twitching over his shoulder.

Alex looked past me at Andrew and gave him a wink before hoisting my other leg up over his shoulder, and he leaned in closer. His tongue brushed over my folds, and I closed my eyes, and once again, tried to make sense of the feelings on my body.

“Shit.” I whispered, my heartbeat quickening in my chest.

Alex laughed a little and the sound caused his lips to vibrate the tiniest bit against me as his chest rumbled with the noise, and I clenched my jaw. He continued to move his mouth against me, his tongue darting out of his mouth every so often to lick up through the folds and over my clit, and everytime that got a little bit of friction I sucked in a tiny breath, and my body ached for more. I found myself leaning back on my elbows, my head pressing against Andrew’s chest as he sat behind me.

Alex’s mouth worked its way further up, his mouth now sheerly focused on my clit, his tongue circling around it and his lips cupped around it, sucking and licking. I was gasping and trying not to let myself moan out too loudly. There was still an entire party going on downstairs. A hot jolt of pleasure ran up through my body every few moments, and it proved to be a rather difficult battle.

Andrew leaned down further from behind me on the bed, towards my ear, and he purred out some words. “You look so pretty like this, sweetheart.” He said, his hands coming up from behind me and cupping over my breasts. “You’re so beautiful, with his lips on your clit, legs on his shoulders, with your body writhing. Absolutely radiant.” His hands squeezed around my breasts, and his lips moved to my neck as he began kissing me.

I gasped and my legs inadvertently tightened around Alex’s head as his tongue started lapping at me and sucking against me even faster, harsher than before. He heard me getting praised and increased the intensity of his own actions. He knew the praise made me feel even more needy, even more wanting, and he responded in kind. My suspicions from earlier were concisely confirmed: this was, indeed, not the first time that they’d done this together. They had a system, knew how to make whatever partner they had that night feel as good as possible. It was working, I had to admit.

I felt a distinctive twisting sensation in my stomach and let out a whine, pleasure bolting up my spine and through the core of my body. “Ah, damn it–” I whined, my breathing picking up, chest heaving. Andrew’s hands moved under my bra, his hands now sitting against my bare skin. He rolled my pebbled nipples in between his fingers, and I yelped with pleasure, my back arching up. He laughed richly at the motion and leaned down to bite and kiss at the skin of my neck, smiling.

“I take it you liked that, beauty, hm?” He cooed, moving one of his hands up to tangle through the strands of my hair, his fingertips gently massaging my scalp. I whimpered and exhaled sharply, seeing stars behind my eyelids.

“Yes.” I blurted, before being cut off by the sounds of my own cries tumbling from my lips, Alex’s mouth working strongly against my core, his tongue lapping at my clit. I kept moaning and crying out, my stomach continuing to twist into knots at the sensations running through my body. My lips remained parted, and Andrew would occasionally reach down my bra and pinch one of my nipples between his calloused fingertips.

The twisting got stronger and stronger, my legs starting to quiver on Alex’s shoulders, and suddenly a wave of pleasure washed over my body, the intensity almost like a burning. The earth felt as though it had stopped spinning on its axis and I felt everything dissolve around me to nothing more than a chorus of white noise and bright light, caused by the sheer intensity of the shockwaves crashing over my entire body.

I slowly came down from the experience, my heart stuttering and pounding in my chest, and I opened my eyes again, glancing around myself in… wonder? A man had actually managed to make me cum, unassisted, for once in my life. Truly astonishing.

Andrew’s mouth pulled away from my neck and he laughed slightly, looking at me with one raised eyebrow. “Sufficient?” He lightly questioned, his voice gentle and low.

I breathlessly looked over at him, my chest still heaving below his large, gentle hands. “Um… Yes, I would say so.” I breathed, my throat dry and my vision still somewhat unfocused.

Alex pulled his mouth off of me and looked up at me through his eyelashes, the skin surrounding his mouth glistening. He looked almost feral, hungry for more yet satisfied at the same time. He licked his lips and gave me a tilted smile, standing up after a few moments. “You taste lovely, doll.” he teased, looking down at me. I felt my face flush and my head still felt a little fuzzy as he spoke to me, and I closed my eyes and let my head fall back to get in a decent breath, or as decent I could make it right now, anyway.

Andrew tapped me on the shoulder from behind and my eyes fluttered open as I turned my head back to glance over my shoulder at him. “Yes?” I croaked, my voice surprisingly hoarse. Clearly, I’d been much louder than intended and my throat was paying the price.

He laughed a little and raised his eyebrows slightly, then leaned in closer to my ear and husked his words out. “What’s your opinion on riding, bubbles?”

I choked on my words for what seemed like the millionth time this evening. Jesus christ, the man really got down to the point, didn’t he? However, I did genuinely consider the question. “I’m… A fan.” I whispered back, my blood rushing to my head from the excitement and embarrassment running through my veins. Andrew chuckled lowly as Alex let out a huff and pulled on my wrists to help me sit up properly again.

“Ah, so he gets the delight of actual intercourse first, and I don’t, after you just came all over my mouth? Very egalitarian.” Alex grumbled sarcastically. Andrew cut in himself before I could reply.

“Oh, come on, it isn’t as if you didn’t enjoy every moment of making her cum all over your mouth, Alex. Stop your moaning and groaning, you’ll get your bloody chance. Don’t forget I sat here and watched all of that.”

Alex rolled his eyes and huffed again, then walked around to the other side of the bed, standing beside one of the bedside tables. His expression was rather sardonic, but he wasn’t actually mad, it seemed, rather… Anticipatory. I’d finally put my finger on it: that was it. I expected a rather long night ahead, not that I was complaining.

Andrew got up and shimmied off his boxers, throwing them haphazardly to one corner of the room, jostling the monstera plant that had initially caught my attention after I first entered the bedroom. He sank down onto the bed following those movements, a tilted smile on his face.

My gaze snapped to his cock, and I looked at it with some surprise. He was clean shaven, and looked satisfactorily large, but not to the point of causing pain or discomfort, with a noticeable vein running down the length of his shaft.

I blushed and smiled a little to myself, looking at the light pink color of his tip, and I found myself telling him my thoughts before I had the chance to put my filter back into place. “Your tip’s a pretty color.” I muttered.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, his grin widening before he let out a light laugh. Andrew had always been quite confident of his cock, but the color of his glans had clearly never crossed his mind. It was a light rosy color, pinker than the rest of his pale skin, with a rather decent ridge. “Ah, thank you…” he replied quietly, his eyes raking over the rest of my body. I felt a little rush of shyness, as I’d never had two people looking at me like this before, and it suddenly occurred to me exactly how intimate the situation I was in had become.

Andrew seemed to pick up on his, as he grabbed my hands gently and tugged me forward, his smile becoming smaller and more tilted again, akin to a smirk. “No need to be nervous, love, just… Enjoy the experience. I most certainly am.”

I sucked in a breath and let it out in an effort to calm myself down, and smiled slightly at him. “Mhm, you’re right…” I breathed out, and moved myself over him, my hips hovering just above his cock. It stood strongly upright, perpendicular to the rest of his body, and I watched his breath catch in his throat as I moved just above him. He swallowed and looked between my face and my hips, eyes wide, face flushed.

“May I?” I whispered, and he nodded quickly, his expression turning to something like desperation.

“ Please, god…” he replied, his voice almost inaudible.

I swallowed, my throat dry, and sunk down onto him, a gasp escaping me at the sudden stretching I experienced. I realized rather quickly that I had moved too fast, and his fingers immediately moved up to my hips and gripped them with bruising force, with his head falling back and a quiet groan escaping his lips.

“Jesus– Inconsolable weeping christ -” he growled out, his eyes squeezing shut, his voice tight. I let out a huff and closed my own eyes for a few moments, and sighed out, resting my hands over his own large ones, still gripping my hips.

“That’s a new one,” I breathed out, beginning to slowly move myself up and down, the muscles of my thighs tensed. I let my head fall back for a few moments before my neck craned forward, the other way. “Care to explain?”

Andrew's breath hitched and a frustrated look crossed his face, his fingertips digging into my flesh again. “Not the time for small talk.” he growled, then took in a long breath. “Fuck, relax , goddamn it, you’re tighter than a bloody vice.”

I sighed and bit my lip, his mild command only fueling my tenseness in the most positive possible way. I set a rapid pace, wanting more, more, more. More of him, more of whatever this had become.

I inhaled sharply and tightened my hands over his own, both of us holding each other tightly. The muscles in my legs strained over his hips as I rocked on top of him, and I saw veins bulging in his forehead. I looked down at where the two of us met, and I saw his cock slipping in and out of me, and my gaze was fixated on the sheer satisfaction of seeing that.

The bed dipped behind me, and I felt a pair of hands place themselves at the base of my neck, then dip down and brush over my shoulders. The light touch gave me goosebumps and I shuttered, swallowing hard.

Alex’s voice sounded quietly from behind me, directly into my ear. “You do look remarkably tense, doll.” he purred. “Do our Andy a favor here and just… Let the feelings run through you, don’t try and force it.” His lips met my shoulder after he’d finished speaking, and his hands, lithe and flexible, found their way to just under my breasts.

He began to massage the flesh as he placed gentle kisses on the nape of my neck, running his nose from the base of my neck up to my hairline. I groaned quietly and leaned back, my head pressing against his collarbone, his body supporting me.

The action of leaning back while still bouncing on top of Andrew caused his cock to hit just the right spot while inside of me, and I gasped, my eyes snapping open.

I clenched around him again and his hips jerked up, a loud cry escaping his mouth. “Fucking christ, you’re going to– God fucking damn it, you’re so good, sweetheart, you’re absolutely gorgeous. Just– fuck , good girl, just like that.” he rasped, his voice strained and hoarse.

Alex nuzzled into my skin from behind, his fingers dancing up further onto my breasts, his hands cupping them as he began to massage more deeply. My nipples sat squarely in the palm of his hand, and he let out a low hum of approval against my skin as Andrew stuttered. “Look at him.” he whispered. “You’re doing so well for him. He’s barely even able to speak. That’s all you, babe.”

whimpered and a tight expression came across my face, my eyebrows pinched together in the middle, eyes clenched shut, my jaw tight. I bit back a moan and Alex tutted behind me, pinching my nipples.

“You sound so lovely when you make noises for us, don’t hold back, honey.” he cooed, and my brain melted at his words. I let out a guttural cry, my pace quickening atop Andrew. Our hips rutted together and I heard him let out a groan from below me, his breath rasping. I opened my eyes and looked down at him beneath me, his face twisted up.

“Jesus fucking ever-loving christ , oh my God . Exactly like that, love, you’re– you’re so– Fuck !” He exclaimed, and his back arched up off of the bed.

I gasped and threw my head back, my eyes fluttering shut again as he pushed himself further up into me, pressing hard against me. He gasped in a few breaths and continued rutting into me, babbling with his face twisted up. “I’m– Christ, I’m coming– I– God .” He sputtered, his fingernails digging into my skin.

I let out another whimper and threw my head back onto Alex’s shoulder, and he let out a low chuckle and pinched my nipples in between his fingertips once more, rolling them between his fingers. He removed one of his hands and moved it to the back of my head and gently pulled on my hair, moving my head to the side as he lightly bit me just above my jugular vein.

My pace on top of Andrew became uneven and slower, my muscles spasming and shaking as the spring in my abdomen which had been coiling tighter and tighter this whole time finally released. I whined and clenched my thighs around Andrew’s hips, coming to a standstill as waves of fiery pleasure ripped through my body. I gasped in a few breaths and collapsed against Alex, my breaths coming in slow heaves.

Alex let out a low chuckle and nuzzled into the crook of my neck for a moment, then pulled away slightly to speak. “You smell delightful . Like sex. Very good sex, at that.”

I let out a breathy noise, my throat dry, and took a few deep breaths before I slowly lifted myself off of Andrew. He let out a small whimper at the loss of the warmth surrounding him, and I collapsed backwards onto Alex with my full weight. He laughed slightly and pressed a gentle kiss to my temple after maneuvering me to turn to face him.

“Catch your breath, darling.” he cooed, wrapping his arms around me and running the tips of his fingers up and down my spine. “You were absolutely fantastic. Andrew’s basically just a pile of flesh and bone now.”

Andrew gave a breathy laugh and moved his hands behind his head, his elbows bent up. “Have fun watching, then, Alex?” He teased, a smile on his face.

Alex smirked and sighed out, pretending to mull over the question, then nodded. “A lovely time, as a matter of fact.”

They both laughed together and Andrew slowly sat up, hoisting himself off of the bed and rather standing next to it. I was still collapsed against Alex and he hummed and pressed a gentle kiss just behind my ear before laying me down on the plush mattress of the bed, stomach down.

He began to press small kisses against my skin, starting at the tip of my ear, then moving slowly down to the nape of my neck. I let out a heavy breath as he kissed my skin, feeling his hands gently hold my waist from above. His lips ran down my spine until he reached just above my hips, where he stopped and moved back up again.

Andrew sat back down on the bed next to where I was laying and intertwined his fingers through my hair and let out a long sigh, carding through the thick mass of hair atop my head. I hummed contentedly and allowed my eyes to flutter shut, taking a few deep breaths. We sat contentedly for a few minutes like this, and I caught my breath.

Alex’s hands eventually gave my waist a squeeze and he leaned down to whisper in my ear again. “You ready?” He questioned, and I looked over my shoulder at him and nodded. Round three. I couldn’t say I was any type of upset about the prospect. I slowly sat up and turned around to face him, and he chuckled and shook his head.

“No need to face me. Lay down at the end of the bed, love, your head at the foot of it.”

I raised my eyebrows and then gave him a questioning look, confused as to why he could possibly want me there. “Why… For what?” I slowly asked.

He shrugged and smirked at me. “I’d just like to try something, yeah? Is that alright?”

I sighed and thought about it. What could he possibly want to try? The possibilities, frankly, seemed endless. It couldn’t have been anything too extreme, I was sure he’d be aware not to do anything ridiculous. It was already insane enough to have agreed to a threesome on a whim, at what was just meant to be a houseparty.

I sighed again and swallowed hard, putting aside my trepidation and allowing excitement to take over instead. “Yeah, alright.” I replied quietly, and made my way slowly to the end of the bed, laying down the way he’d instructed me to.

I watched Andrew get off of the bed and stand aside, looking at Alex expectantly, almost as if waiting for an instruction. Alex smirked and moved to kneel in between my legs, gently resting a hand on one of my ankles.

“May I?” he asked, his other hand resting on my upper thigh. I nodded and he slowly moved closer to me, my legs spreading out beneath him. His head came to press against my entrance and I sucked in a breath a little.

Andrew laughed quietly and kneeled on the ground at the foot of the bed, his hands resting on my shoulders, his thumbs moving to massage small circles into my muscles. “Ah, darling, relax, you’ve been so tense this whole time. Believe me, if you say the word, all this can stop or change in some way. Your consent, explicit consent , is what makes this fun, hm?”

I took a deep breath and nodded, swallowing hard again. A small smile appeared on my face. “Yeah, sure. You’re– no, you’re right.”

He nodded affirmatively from above me and let his hands rest gently on my shoulders even as the motions of his massaging stopped. I looked up at Alex, waiting for his movements.

“We good?” He asked quietly, his expression full of anticipation and excitement. I nodded, and his hands came up to grip my hips gently, and he was careful to make sure that his fingers did not touch the points at which Andrew had so deeply pressed into earlier that evening. He was more careful, slower about these things than Andrew tended to be. The way they contrasted each other was lovely, especially in this situation.

I felt Alex’s hips move forward, pushing his cock into me slowly. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes as he buried himself into me, and I let out a heavy breath. I hadn’t taken much time to properly look at his cock, but based on the feeling, I could tell it was slightly thicker in diameter, about the width of his two thumbs put together side by side, and it stretched me slightly more.

I jolted a little as he slowly pulled back out of me, and he tutted under his breath. “Doll, you– fuck– god, you’re lovely, but you need to be still . I need you to be still for me, okay?” He murmured, and nodded towards Andrew.

I was confused about his nod towards Andrew until his hands gently came down to hold my wrists and pull my arms above my head.

Alex smiled a little, satisfied, and looked down at me, his hands more firmly holding my hips against the mattress. “Is it alright if we hold you like this, love?” he murmured, and I gulped and nodded. Ah, this is what he meant by try something. I didn’t mind at all, I was just surprised momentarily.

“Yes, this is fine. It’s definitely alright.”

His smile grew a little larger and he nodded decisively. “Good. You say anything at all about it, and we’ll stop. One word is all you need to say.”

“Got it.”

He set a comfortable pace, not necessarily slow, but not horribly fast either. He found a comfortable middle point that seemed to be working well for both of us. His hips snapped against mine, and I found myself squirming beneath the pressure of his hands on my hips and Andrew’s hands holding my wrists above my head.

I arched my back a little, rather unsuccessfully, and let out a pant. “Oh, god.” I whined, feeling a twisting in my stomach.

“Ah– darling, you’re doing so well. Fuck . Absolutely– absolutely amazing.” He rasped, his head falling back for a moment as we both became engulfed in the sensations of it all. His hands tightened slightly for a moment as he buried himself into me over and over again, rutting his hips into mine.

I continued to squirm, and Andrew chuckled lightly from behind and leaned over me to give my jaw a kiss and a nip. I let out a strangled noise and he ran his nose over my neck, Alex rubbing his thumbs in circles against my skin.

He pulled my hips down harder onto his, seating himself back on his haunches as he found a comfortable, but faster, pace. “How are you feeling, love?” he breathed out, his head falling forward with pleasure, his eyes closing for a few moments.

I tried to string words together to properly form a sentence, but what came out amounted to what I could only describe as a whimpering type of moan. “I– Fine– Yes– oh, god. ” I almost sobbed, every sensation just piling on top of the one before it. I wanted so badly to move against him and make my clit rub up against his flesh properly, desperate to cum, yet I was being held down rather firmly.

He huffed out a response, his jaw clenching for a moment, the muscles in his neck straining. “ Christ , doll, you’re– god– Use your words. I don’t know what you need if you can’t say it, love.” he stuttered in between thrusts.

I whined and pressed my head firmly against the mattress, causing my neck to arch upwards. “I– fucking Christ – I want to cum–” I whimpered, my chest heaving. “Please?” I questioned, and he let out a low growl after I said please, his speed picking up rapidly.

“Good girl. Use your words.” He panted, his hands moving roughly down from my hips to my thighs, holding them in place around his waist as he set a brutal, but immensely satisfying pace.

I gasped in, then let out a cry, my body quaking beneath his as he drove himself in and out of me, almost frantic in his movements.

“ Christ almighty– Alex, god . Oh fuck, just like that, just there.” I gasped, my wrists straining against Andrew’s grip. He chuckled a little bit more darkly and leaned forward to kiss my forehead and then moved to nip at the tip of my ear.

“You sound nice, love. Especially with his name in your mouth, you know?” he muttered quietly, his thumbs moving in circles around my wrists.

A shiver went down my spine and a pool of fire started gathering in my stomach, and I almost sobbed again at the feeling of everything. Alex continued to slam into me, his pace unrelenting. I gasped in a breath, convulsing around him, my brain going fuzzy and my vision feeling starry as I toppled over the cliff I’d been teetering on and into the valley of my orgasm, panting and moaning beneath him.

He let out a deep, passionate sound, and his hands clutched my thighs and he stilled me. His pace stuttered and slowed down, until he stopped and threw his head back.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he growled. “You are really something else.” he slowly pulled out of me and both of their hands came off of me, and I melted into the bed, my breathing heavy.

I didn’t think I’d ever felt so spent, yet so satisfied in my entire life. I sighed out and propped myself up on my elbows, slowly. I glanced around myself. Alex had collapsed backwards onto the bed and Andrew wasn’t too far off, sitting in the armchair in one corner of the room, his breathing gentle. I laughed lightly and collapsed backwards again, shaking my head in disbelief.

Andrew stirred after a few moments and walked over to me, offering a hand. “Come on, love, let’s get you clean and comfortable.” he muttered, a gentle smile on his face.

I took his hand and stood up, sighing gently. “I suppose that is the correct course of action.”

He took me to the bathroom and started the shower for me, giving me soap and helping me into the tub, since my muscles were immensely weak and immensely sore at the time. That’ll happen when you do… whatever that was.

His hands ran through my hair gently, with shampoo and conditioner to get it washed properly. Andrew had a lot of hair, he knew how to handle the basics. He had to or else he’d look absolutely horrific all the time.

Around half an hour later, we’d both managed to get clean, and soon enough, he’d managed to kick Alex out of the guest room to go get cleaned up as well. I curled up in the bed, wearing one of Andrew’s shirts as pajamas, and let out a deep sigh.

We each went our separate ways that night for sleeping, as Andrew had purchased a needlessly large house for himself, and went to bed. It was some of the best sleep I’d ever had in my life.

The next morning, as I was walking out of his home, I turned to him and laughed a little. “Same time next week?”

He gave me a non-answer, a smirk and a wink, and shrugged. “See ya later, bubbles.”

[stainedglassthreads]

One thing I think I just realized is, in addition to being dissatisfied with how stories deal with Toriel’s grief compared to Asgore’s and Asriel’s, and how I don’t see many instances of Toriel and Asgore’s quarrel being addressed in a way that satisfied me... I don’t think I see that many AUs that quite get the responsibility Asgore feels... right.

Yes, I’ve seen several that portray his grief, depression, and how badly he doesn’t want to be in this position well, even if it’s disappointing how not everyone seems to be aware of what you learn about him in a Neutral run where you’ve previously killed Flowey. A lot of people can get aspects of his characterization very well, the broken man, the goofy dad, the intimidating monarch. But I think the reason I don’t see people capture the weight of his responsibility quite as well in fanfics and comics is... well. Oddly enough it’s in the way the monsters treat him.

It’s not just the fandom that has issues with idolizing or demonizing characters. It’s also the Kingdom of Monsters themselves--and they all idolize Asgore. Yes, he’s a very grounded and compassionate individual who invites his subjects to share all their problems with him, and who Papyrus insists will just let you pass through the Barrier. But he’s also a bit of the subject of a cult of personality for his subjects. When they say he’ll absorb seven souls and become a GOD, it’s not an expression of his arrogance, but rather their own adoration. While out-of-universe the Angel is generally agreed to be either Asriel or Chara(or us), in-universe I wouldn’t be surprised if Asgore was considered the Angel.

It’s not long now. King Asgore will let us go. King Asgore will give us hope. King Asgore will save us all.

Yes, individual monsters may want to collect a human soul for their own individual wants and desires. But it’s only the capture of a human soul, or using a single soul for their own benefit, that they really aspire to. (With the exception of Toriel, who wants no souls, and Flowey, who is Flowey.) Of those area bosses who earnestly try to take just one soul, Papyrus and Undyne both want to hand you over to Asgore, and Mettaton wants to protect humanity FROM Asgore. Literally everyone in the Underground seems to fully believe that Asgore will be the one taking all the Souls and fulfilling his promises, and all are content. (Again, barring Toriel, MTT, Flowey.) No one seems to ever doubt he’ll do as he says, even his ex-wife, and no one’s greedy to take the power for themselves or take the burden of being a savior for themself, except his kid who has both a God Complex and a Savior Complex.

With Chara, and with Asgore. They take a person and turn them into a representation of something More than any singular person could ever be. And then in the worst route Chara does it again, to themself. Asgore is freedom and salvation and retribution itself, and everyone including the woman who was once married to him agrees and reinforces the role. Chara is the feeling of a number going up, and the fandom agrees and reinforces the role.

And I dunno. There are fics and AUs where Asgore never lost his kids and always remained an affable, friendly guy. There are AUs where Asgore is the main antagonist and an awful villain with few redeeming qualities. There are fics and AUs where Asgore gets to recover in a post-pacifist setting. But I’m not sure any fics or AUs have ever quite captured how everyone else just talks about the guy, for me. Toriel is simply ‘intimidating’. But Asgore is a GOD.

[moustawott]

More Transformers One Novelization tidbits!

For some reason my last post about the Transformers One novel blew up? Anyways, as I was going through the book again to copy the text, I’ve noticed new parts that diverge from the movie (warning: it’s a looooooooong post)

1. Orion was always aware of the Energon shortage in Iacon.

This seems inconsequential, but it explains a lot about Orion and why he’s always getting into so much trouble! People don’t tend to notice it, but Orion is a real radical figure in TFOne. He constantly breaks the rules and is the only one challenging the status quo in the movie. Furthermore, the cut scenes where Orion argues for a fair trial against Sentinel instead of immediately executing him really shows what kind of character he was intended to be: Orion is politically aware. He knows that miners will become irrelevant when Energon runs out, so to ensure his peer’s survival, he’s desperate to find the Matrix. Orion’s recklessness isn’t only because he’s immature, it’s also because he’s DESPERATELY fighting against the system that will inevitably collapse.

Orion/Optimus as an MLK type figure (and not the whitewashed one)? Yes please!

2. Orion is REALLY passionate about Cybertronian history

I mentioned this in my last post, it’s genuinely adorable how much of a nerd he is lol. Like, wdym people don’t have the same hyperfixation as me?? 😭 They gotta be faking it. That’s so autistic of Orion lol

But also, this also further feeds into the type of character Orion is! He is a history nerd! He is politically aware! He is knowledgeable about political systems and knows that violence is necessary but must be used carefully! (If anyone is interested, please read Frantz Fanon’s Wretched of the Earth, but read Jean-Paul Sartre’s preface last.)

3. Orion is a nerd

I’m being redundant, but please please please look at how much a nerd this boy is 😭 He’s so curious and hungry for knowledge, it’s the cutest thing. (If you have access to the movie, I suggest you go rewatch the scene where they first notice grass. In the shot before that, you can see Orion’s tiny silhouette happily swinging his arms and looking every direction like a child on a field trip because he’s so happy to be on the surface)

4. Orion is surprisingly respectful to his superiors in the book

Orion bows to Alpha Trion and the High Guard when he first meets them. I dunno why, but I really find this cute compared to how rude he is towards Darkwing and other authority figures lol. I suppose the difference here is that Orion actually respects Alpha Trion and the High Guard as important historical figures

5. Orion thinks of D first for help

This is genuinely adorable 😭 In the scene where everyone is figuring out their transformation, Orion yells for D to help him when he disappears his head. My guy, how is he gonna help you lmao (I guess like the time Orion tried to transform without a cog?)

6. Orion does try to talk to D about his feelings in the book, but D rejects the offer

I keep seeing people say that Orion should’ve sat down with D-16 to have a heart-to-heart, but the book version of the story shows that D was already too high off his newly acquired powers to realize his degrading mental state. Even in the movie, D is too clouded by his anger when Orion asks him if he’s okay

7. D-16 was ready to destroy the data chip Alpha Trion gave them to have his way

D is convinced that killing Sentinel will solve their problems, whereas Orion believes showing everyone the truth first is the way.

D is so angered by the fact that Orion is not supporting his choice he taunts Orion into taking the data chip back by force.

I kinda understand the choice of not having this scene in the movie (reminder that movie novelizations are based off a draft movie script, not the final version). It makes D look too mean a bit too early and less redeemable. D needs to feel redeemable until the point he drops Orion down the Well of Allsparks.

8. D being dragged into violent extremism is the core theme of his arc

It’s been mentioned many times by others, but D’s arc here really touches upon points of young men lost and jaded within a failing society and going down the alt-right pipeline.

On the point of violence, I wanna reiterate that violence during revolutions is not a bad thing. Hell, even Orion kills Trackers without hesitating. However, Orion kills because it’s necessary and as a form of self-defence. He’s clearly uncomfortable when Bee is gleeful about killing, and that why he doesn’t want D to kill Sentinel: you shouldn’t be killing people because it’ll make you feel good not for self-serving purposes.

Again, if D-16 had his way and Orion stayed dead, what would happen? People who think TFOne Megatron would be a good and fair leader need to rewatch the end of the movie lol. (Please read Frantz Fanon The Wretched of the Earth, it’s a great book.)

[nnnyxie]

I‘m bAaAaAck

One other thing I’m an absolute sucker for is comfort🫶🏻 So imagine jealous!izu x reader

jealous!Itzu would probably just become quiet and insecure and withdraw himself from reader if it‘s extremely bad…in the begingen he‘d step closer…hold reader just a little bit tighter

Poor boy gets so nervous he just starts spewing random facts about reader to prove he knows reader better, like

„Did you know when you smile you have a dimple on your right but not on your left cheek?? And your nose crinkles right there *he taps readers face* and and your eyes squint and your cheeks go all rosy and-„

poor baby is just a stammering mess :(

reassure and love him :c

#𖢥 izuku anon

JEALOUS IZU!!!!!!!!!!

thank you izuku anon omg

i feel like izuku isn’t the type to get jealous easily, yk??

not unless he feels ‘threatened’

he’s not the type to like,,, ‘puff out his chest’ and ‘mean mug’ the person but— he is the type to hold some part of you. maybe your hip?? or put an arm around your shoulder??

though— there are times where he gets a bit insecure,,, so he just leaves.

he only stops when you say his name and ask where he’s going. he mumbles an ‘i don’t feel good’ and you cut the conversation with the person.

“you didn’t have to do that. you can go keep talking to them.” “no, you said you didn’t feel good so we’re going home.”

he sighed, now he felt guilty. he let his jealousy get in the way of your conversation.

when you reach home, he airs it all out. he tells you that he felt jealous, and that he feels guilty for making you leave when you were having fun. he told you how he felt like he was being a bad boyfriend for acting and feeling like that.

you tell him you were glad he told you the truth instead of keeping that lie and that you’re happy he’s able to communicate this all to you!! (we are all abt communication here folks!!)

“jealousy is a natural emotion and it’s something everyone experiences. i’m glad you told me. do you want to assess the situation?” he gives a nod. “okay, could you tell me why you felt jealous?” “i guess i just thought that they were… you know… more interesting and… i dunno, better? than me… and i got insecure about it…” you gave an understanding nod, “it’s okay that you felt that way izuku, your feelings are valid. but, please, never think that for one second, there’s someone better or more interesting than you.”

you laughed a little, “after all, you had to eat hair to get to where you’re at. i believe that’s the most interesting thing i’ve heard in my life.”

the talk went on for a bit, you discussed the times you had gotten jealous as well, and discussed any insecurities you both felt.

it was a very relieving and reassuring conversation, on both ends.

but yk he’s still gonna feel jealous from time to time.

again, it’s a natural emotion! even animals get jealous!!! especially house pets, they’re very territorial.

with that reassuring talk, he’s doesn’t really withdraw anymore. instead, he makes direct eye contact with the person. not necessarily trying to intimidate them but,,, more so to show he’s very aware of the conversation and what the person is trying to get at.

the only times he’ll ever get like,,, overly(???) jealous is when the person brings up old stuff about you that doesn’t really… align(??) with you anymore. to him, it feels like they’re tryna one up him. ykwim???

so then he’ll go on a cute tangent about how you don’t really like that kind of stuff anymore or you aren’t like that anymore. he’ll go on a rant about your new favorite things/activities and how you are now.

he’ll wave his hands around to emphasize his points, and when he’s trying to remember a thing you told him about a show/book/movie— he’ll begin to mumble into his hand. it’s very sweet but, you’ll have to stop him because, the person just ends up excusing themself— they were kinda off-put by him.

but, it’s okay!! that’s just another reason to love him!!

IZUKU <3

[necromancerkisses]

I have some thoughts headcannons about De Riva Rook (any gender), specifically their background under Viago.

In the character creation menu when choosing your faction, it states that Rook hasn’t been a full-fledged crow for very long. For this thought process’ sake, let’s say a couple years. As far as I’m aware (based upon some google searches and what I know from previous games/ in-game dialogue) the training to become a crow is tedious, and takes at least 5-10 years. In my headcannon for my crow Rook, I think she’s around 26. That means that she’s been training to be a crow since she was between 13 and 18.

It’s mentioned multiple times that Rook and Viago have a very interesting relationship. He seems to have been their mentor, as he somewhat(?) is to Jacobus. I’ve seen some beautiful found family and complicated relationship headcannons from people on tumblr and TikTok respectively, and for my Rook I’d like to think it’s something like that. However, why does Viago seem so particularly critical of Rook? Everyone— Teia, Lucanis, Illario, and I think even some other minor characters make commentary on this. I understand that Rook is the main character, why would we hear about some rando crow that has nothing to do with the storyline? I digress.

I’m choosing to take that and run with it. In my headcannon, not only does Viago see himself in Rook, he truly wants them to be a master assassin and possibly reach as close to Talon status as possible. I’d like to think that this means he was incredibly harsh during their trainings together. No missteps, truly anything less than perfection wasn’t good enough for him.

I’ve also had a thought floating around about what (other than knife-wielding, magic if they’re a mage, poison, concealing themselves, etc.) creative aspects went into Rook’s training. Although this is arguably for a better cause, what if some of their training matched that of the Black Widows from marvel? Not the brainwashing and being literal puppets for a Big Bad™️, but the drill-like lessons? Some sort of conditioning to desensitize killing? Dancing? And on that point, party members will comment on Lucanis’s fighting looking like a dance. So, I’m imagining a somewhat disgruntled Rook having to learn ballet at the ripe age of 13 because it helps with movement, flexibility, control, and discipline. This is feeding into the fact that maybe all crows had to do this (hence the comments about Lucanis), but because of what I’ve already said, Viago was much harsher about Rook’s lines being straight, toes being pointed, and having total control of their muscles and bodily movements. I’m literally picturing Viago standing at the front of a room with his arms crossed shouting “AGAIN!” at a lone Rook who did not live up to his standards for whatever ballet combination he’s having them do.

This is not at all under the assumption that Viago doesn’t care for Rook. He does, deeply. But because of the possible personal connotations of Rook being under his guidance, he feels that a harsh hand is best for them. And, it kind of proves to be? I mean, yeah you start the game with the knowledge that Rook has been lowkey ‘suspended’ from whatever faction you choose, but that could literally tie into Viago being a little too harsh on them. Rook becomes the savior of all of Thedas— if not the world, so…maybe all the ballet that they dreaded and shiver if they linger on a memory about for too long was for good reason.

I dunno. I had a lot of thoughts. I feel like I could go even further into them, but I also might save that for some prequel De Riva Rook fics/ headcannon list.

Also, if anyone else has had this thought or would like to discuss I am all ears (and all yap). I haven’t seen anything like this and I couldn’t not share it with the possibility of discussion— and I’m totally welcome to criticism as well! I know not everyone has the same headcannons for their own Rooks and that’s totally fine!

[nerves-nebula]

being an artist means you notice certain physical features that others dont but you cant ever comment on them without being really fucking weird. Like i have a relative that has these really nice hands, like you can see the segments of the fingers and they're long too, but saying that to him would be really weird and uncomfortable, same with me waiting for the elevator just a day ago, I saw this girl with these really well defined knees, like I never seen knees quite like that before, BUT YOU CANT SAY THAT TO A RANDOM PERSON BECUASE THAT WOULD BE WEIRD AND RUDE

This happens to doctors too I think. Also, would it? It wouldn’t be that weird. I’m pretty sure ppl are like “woah you have crazy nice hands” sometimes and then they add why they think that like “I’m an artist lol I’ve never seen joints like that” or the famous “I love how visible ur veins are. I’m a nurse :)” thing

Like yeah it’s a bit weird and makes ppl aware of how much other ppl can notice about them but. It’s not CRAZY weird. It’ll probably just become a funny story that person can tell. I dunno, I’m not well known for my social prowess.

[puppetwoman17]

Okay, so there’s this Billy Batson post-Injustice fic called A Reason to Fight on AO3, and it’s got me wanting more fics like that.

I mean, there’s so many different ways it could go.

One fic could be where he did die, and we can’t bring him back. The JL are brought back together to take on an otherworldly evil(surprise surprise) and they need the help of the gods to do it. With both conventional and unconventional means, they’re able to be granted passage to Olympus for this one catastrophic emergency(begrudgingly, because the gods sorta hate their guts).

Then they see this one glowing building, separated from the rest. It’s got a lightning bolt on it. Sparks flying around it. Gives off a less imposing vibe. There’s suspicions about what it’s for, but no one feels compelled to ask. Until a leaguer(doesn’t have to be specific, maybe Guy Gardener or Flash or whatevs) gains enough courage to ask what that place is.

The god leading them to Zeus stops dead in their tracks. They don’t speak yet. They turn and look at the leaguer who was dumb enough to ask a grieving god a question like that.

And the god replies: “The Hall of Champions is where every champion goes when they die. They are allowed to spend their afterlife in complete relaxation as the fruits of their labor. They meet others like them and forgo the troubles of their mortal lives.”

The god says that last part bitterly.

The JL immediately knows who’s inside. The building just speaks Marvel. That same stupid league member asks if they can go inside. If they can speak to one of them, no one in particular(everyone knows they’re lying, but the guilt is just too much).

The god laughs. Actually just laughs right there, in front of a bunch of mortals and super powered people who dare to think they can come anywhere near the former Champion of Magic.

The god tells them: “We granted him his wish of being part of a team because we thought it would help him through such trying times. We thought he finally had others who would look after him, something we may not always be able to do. We thought he would finally, after all these years, have something akin to family.

“And just like that, those hopes and dreams were taken away, all because our champion finally saw the light again. If you go so much as a foot closer to him, the gods of Olympus will show you the same mercy you showed your so-called teammate.”

Lol, that’s as far as I’ve gotten.

Another fic could be where he actually didn’t die, like in A Reason to Fight. He comes back to life after recharging just like in A Reason to Fight. But this time, there’s a change.

He doesn’t make himself known. He changes his identity and stays under the league radar. He doesn’t transform into Cap, but he secretly helps the people of Fawcett with his powers because BILLY was chosen, not the avatar itself.

Dunno how to go about the next part. That all depends on the plot, what characters are still alive and still dead. The timeline of when exactly he comes back and how long he stays incognito.

But somehow, someway, the League becomes aware that Marvel, that Billy, is alive. They rush to see him after (however) long. They see him alive and well…

And he’s just disgusted. Heartbroken. Scared. Angry. Tells them to f*ck off and find some other kid’s dreams to destroy. Tells them to never contact him unless it’s for business that requires the Champion’s reputation. Because despite everything, he still takes his job as Champion very seriously. Because he thought he could finally trust these adults, and they turned their backs on him.

He especially hates Superman for the looks of guilt he gives him. Just wants to punch him in the face. Same with Diana. Same with Lantern. Same with Flash and Cy. Maybe not Batman, but even association can hurt.

Again, idk where this one might go, or how the plot is or whatever, but I need more post-Injustice fics on Billy Batson damnit!

[cuddlepilefics]

Borrowed hoodie

Fandom: TXT

Sickie: Yeonjun

Caregivers: TXT

Prompt: @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Yeonjun sighed after catching a stuffy sneeze against his wrist. It seemed he was coming down with another cold, if he had even recovered from the previous one. Maybe he was just relapsing? It was hard to tell but what he did know was, his immune system was not doing its job and he was fed up with it. He had already battled through one hour of vocal lessons, insisting that he was fine and that his throat felt perfectly normal. That wasn’t a complete lie, considering how frequently he had been sick lately, a sore and irritated throat had become his new normal and his vocal teacher had accepted it because his voice was raspy more often than it was not.

It wouldn’t be that big of a deal, if Yeonjun didn’t know that he was also scheduled for five hours of dance practice, which he didn’t know how to muster the energy for. He hadn’t really slept well the previous night, feeling a little restless and struggling to breathe through his nose. That also explained the headache he was nursing but while it made sense, it couldn’t be helped. Though he was a little under the weather, he wasn’t properly sick, at least not yet. There was no way he’d get time off of his schedule to rest at this point. Maybe once he’d start running a fever, he’d be granted a break. Yeonjun wasn’t upset over this though, knowing full well that he had already missed valuable practice time when he was last sick, so he was already behind the rest of the group and if he wanted a genuine chance at catching up, he’d have to give it his all qnd not miss any more practice sessions.

���Getting sick again, hyung?”, Soobin asked in passing, as he slipped Yeonjun a travel pack of tissues after watching the older repeatedly run his wrist under his nose. They were used to seeing their eldest all sniffly, so the sight wasn’t too surprising. Soobin mused that it was more likely that his hyung hadn’t yet recovered from his most recent cold because there was no way he could catch another one so soon, right? Shaking his head, Yeonjun muttered: “I dunno. At this point, I’ve accepted this as normal.” He kept his voice low enough for only the leader to hear, not wanting to worry their dongsaengs. Soobin wasn’t necessarily pleased with hearing this but he also wasn’t too worried, well aware that the older tended to catch everything and anything that went around.

The down turn Yeonjun was taking once again, was also apparent in his dancing but none of the others dared to point it out, knowing their eldest was already under pressure to catch up. Not that Yeonjun needed to be told anyway, realizing himself just how badly he was slacking. He couldn’t seem to do anything about it though, his limps heavy and brain foggy, which made his moves sluggish. Dizzily crouching down during a water break, Yeonjun questioned whether he had gotten out of shape lately or if he was already more affected by this cold than he had expected. Hueningkai brought him his water bottle, earning a weak smile from the elder. Realizing that his hyung wouldn’t be able to continue soon, Soobin told them all to take ten and frowned when Yeonjun stretched out on the floor with a relieved sigh.

“Do you think you can continue or do you wanna go home, hyung?”, the leader asked softly, kneeling next to Yeonjun. Propping himself up on trembling arms, Yeonjun groaned: “I can go on. Missed far too much practice already and I’m not even properly sick, just a little under the weather …but when am I not?” – “You really need a very, very long vacation”, Soobin sighed sympathetically, “And a long and hot shower once we get home.” – “Sounds like heaven. Both. I’m achy as hell”, the older sniffled. He felt completely wiped and they had only gotten through the first hour. The air-conditioning blasting down on him made him shiver, which wasn’t too surprising because his shirt was entirely soaked as he had started sweating buckets while warming up.

Though Yeonjun made sure to drink enough water to compensate how much he was sweating, his headache only worsened and it got increasingly hard to convince himself it was brought on by dehydration. If he didn’t know any better, he’d guess that he was developing a fever. That’d at least explain why his mind was so hazy. He had already stumbled into Beomgyu earlier, almost knocking the younger over. Luckily, neither of them had gotten hurt but that was only a matter of time if Yeonjun kept going like this. That was also how Soobin managed to guilt trip him into sitting the rest of the practice out.

“Come on, take that sweaty shirt off. You can borrow my hoodie instead”, Soobin cooed, brushing Yeonjun’s damp bangs out of his face, “You’ll only get worse if you sit around in that. Look, you’re already shivering.” – “Yeah, I- I don’t really feel well”, Yeonjun rasped, resting his thumping head in his hands as he tried to find the energy to peel off his shirt. He could barely get it off, too sore to wriggle out of the sticky fabric. Soobin ended up helping him and smiled when Taehyun threw him their hyung’s towel, so he could dry off. Carefully slipping the hoodie over Yeonjun’s head, the leader smiled: “Do you wanna rest here till we’re done or do you want me to call manager-nim for a ride back to the dorm?” – “Rest here”, the eldest mumbled. He already came to consider himself as an inconvenience to his group and management team with how often they had had to accommodate his health lately.

Yeonjun lay down off to the side, a towel folded over his eyes to block out the light. He was lucky to always carry earplugs in his bag because there was no way he’d be able to sleep while his dongsaengs practiced with loud music. Right now, he was almost exhausted enough to drift off, if only he wasn’t so freaking cold. It made no sense. He should still be overheating from dancing and he wore Soobin’s thick hoodie. There was no way he could possibly be cold but yet here he was, shivering so hard he fought to keep his teeth from chattering. Maybe he should’ve taken Soobin up on the offer to arrange a ride back to the dorm. He’d probably be warmer in his room with the air-conditioning turned off and a warm duvet on his bed. Speaking up now would only be more of an inconvenience, so he didn’t dare to.

“How are you holding up, hyung?”, Beomgyu asked, when they packed up their bags after practice. Though he claimed to have rested well as to not worry his dongsaengs, Yeonjun hadn’t slept a wink. Forcing a smile, the eldest whispered: “I’m okay, Gyu. Tired though, really tired.” – “You look feverish, you know? There’s no point in me feeling your forehead because I’m still really warm but your eyes look glassy”, Beomgyu pointed out with a sad smile. Overhearing their conversation, Soobin already knew he’d be making some phone calls later that evening to clear his hyung’s schedule, whether the older liked it or not. The leader slung Yeonjun’s bag over his shoulder and asked: “Who wants to get takeout on the way home?” There were tired cheers, none of them having the energy left to cook. “Let’s get you some soup, hyung”, Soobin whispered as he linked arms with Yeonjun, “Judging by your voice, your throat needs it.” The eldest only gave a small nod. He had no appetite but knew they wouldn’t leave him alone and he really wanted to take something for the fever and headache.

Hueningkai was sweet enough to offer Yeonjun his shoulder to rest in during the drive back and stayed with the older while the rest went to pick up their dinner. How the eldest managed to get sick so frequently was beyond him. Yeonjun had to be under a lot of stress for his immune system to end up this week and considering that all of them were stressed, yet he was the one to get sick the most, it had to be bad. Not that Hueningkai could imagine what the responsibility of being a group’s eldest was like. It made his heart ache for the other though. He would’ve loved for Yeonjun to get some more sleep during the drive but the eldest frequently had to sit up coughing, the sound increasingly rough. “Do you want some water, hyung?”, the maknae whispered, reaching for his bag. Nodding gratefully, Yeonjun breathed: “Feel like my throat is all torn up.” – “I think I might still have a couple of cough drops in there somewhere, hang on”, Hueningkai muttered, rummaging through his bag, “Here, this might help some.”

“Alright, we got everything, let’s head home”, Soobin announced as he settled back into his seat, balancing a takeout bag on his lap. Buckling his seatbelt, the leader asked: “You wanna eat first or shower first, hyung?” – “I think I’ll eat first”, Yeonjun mumbled, “Won’t be able to stay awake for long after I shower. ‘m so freaking tired.” – “That’s alright, we’ll get you fed and medicated, so you can take that shower and head straight to bed afterwards”, Soobin chuckled. The remaining ride passed in silence as to not aggravate Yeonjun’s headache. Besides, all of them were rather tired after hours of dancing… and hungry.

As soon as they got back to the dorm, the younger members started to dish out the food, while Soobin went to the bathroom and fetched some medicine for Yeonjun to take with his meal. They picked a nutritious soup for the eldest because it’s go down easily while also providing his body with what it needed to recover. Still it was hard for Yeonjun to eat dinner when he had absolutely no appetite and his nose was blocked, making it feel like he was suffocating. He didn’t eat much but Soobin quietly praised him nonetheless, reminding him to take his medicine.

Walking the eldest to the bathroom, Beomgyu hummed: “Anything specific you wanna wear?” – “Ndo, just make sure it’s warm please”, Yeonjun rasped, steadying himself on the doorframe. It left his dongsaeng with a bad feeling about letting him shower alone, yet he busied himself with picking out a cozy outfit for his friend and listened closely in case the other fell.

Though it took quite some effort, Yeonjun washed up and sluggishly threw on the clothes Beomgyu had left for him in the sink. He was already half asleep when he looked himself down and realized that what he was wearing wasn’t his own hoodie. Beomgyu had lent him his own fuzzy comfort hoodie, that he always wore when he was upset because he claimed it made him feel better. Yeonjun felt his heart swell because the younger didn’t usually allow anyone to borrow it. It was an immense honor being allowed to wear it and maybe Beomgyu was right and it did have some special powers because Yeonjun already felt slightly better when he collapsed into bed.

[redvelvetstars22]

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rly wanted to write an Elliot x reader after watching the first season of Mr. Robot so boom! This takes place… somewhere in the timeline I dunno. Like, after he finds out about Darlene being his sister and Mr. Robot being an alter, but also at some point when he goes back to his apartment and has Flipper again? I just started season 2 so I’ll probably update this after I finish the whole show to accurately place this in the timeline lol (also I got a little carried away with the Lady and the Tramp references so just be aware that this story was very self indulgent for me and that you might not ever own a cocker spaniel or name him Scamp lmao) ———————————————————————————

I’m taking Flipper for her second walk in the past hour. She peed on my bed twice, which is weird because she usually whines at me until I take her outside. I’m starting to think she’s sick or something. I hope she isn’t dying. I can’t afford to take her to the vet. The closest one to me is charging over seven hundred dollars just to see her. If she was dying they’d probably triple the price and then tell me about how horrible of an owner I am when I tell them I can’t pay for her treatment.

…I’m starting to feel nauseous. I need to stop thinking about this. I need a distraction.

There’s a person walking towards me. They’re walking their dog too. It’s small. A little taller than Flipper. I think it’s some kind of… Cocker Spaniel? That’s what that breed is called right? I’m pretty sure they’re the ones with the long ears. Like Lady, the dog from that Disney movie. Darlene used to watch that movie a lot when we were kids. I think she only stopped watching it because the VHS tape broke-

Oh. Flipper stopped walking. She won’t move. What is she doing?… She’s sniffing the Cocker Spaniel. I didn’t realize until now, but that person is standing next to me. They look surprised by their dog stopping too. Both dogs are sniffing each other. I don’t know what to do. Should I keep walking? No, I don’t think so. This is how dogs become friends right? Flipper and the other dog seem to like each other. I shouldn’t interrupt them.

“Ah, um, I guess our dogs are friends now..!”

What?

“What?”

“Oh, uh, sorry! I just- just said that our dogs are friends now, since they’re being pretty chill.”

Shit. I completely forgot this person was here. What do I say? Should I just agree and nod? No that’d make things awkward. Dammit. I need to say something. Think, Elliot…

“Uh… Yeah. Their tails are wagging. That’s usually… good.”

A little awkward but should be a decent response.

The person’s gone quiet again. I hope I didn’t completely weird them out. Flipper is still playing with their dog after all. I don’t want her to lose a friend because I can’t talk to other people. Then she’ll be lonely. I don’t want her to end up like me.

“Y’know, I don’t think I’ve seen Scamp this excited to be around another dog before.”

Scamp? That’s their dog’s name? I’ll have to remember that. Could be used in one of their passwords…

“You named your dog Scamp?”

“Yeah! It’s a reference to the son of Lady and Tramp from, uh, the Disney movie. Their son is actually the same breed of dog as Tramp, but I ignored that just so I could use the name anyway.”

Huh. I didn’t know the puppies at the end had names. Is there a sequel? If there is, maybe I should ask Darlene if she wants to watch it together. She’d probably like that.

“That’s cool. Um, my dog’s name is Flipper. I don’t know why. That’s just the name she had before I… adopted her.”

“Aww, well it’s a super cute name! Buuut, maybe, she was a really good swimmer. The only way to know would be to see how she reacts to a bath or a pool.”

“Hm… That could make sense. I’ll have to test it out sometime.”

This person was actually starting to feel interesting. Now I’m starting to feel that itch again. The itch in my brain that tells me I need to hack them and learn everything and anything about them. It’s overwhelming. I need to leave-

“Hey, since we bumped into each other, and probably will again if we keep taking this same route, I might as well introduce myself. I’m Y/N!”

Now I’ll have to remember that too. They’re staring at me. Oh, right, I have to respond.

“Oh, um, I’m Elliot. And you probably won’t see me again after this. I’m only walking Flipper now because she pissed on my bed for some reason.”

I… Shouldn’t have said that. I made things uncomfortable. I can tell by the look on Y/N’s face now. They look… concerned, most likely for Flipper.

“Oh, jeez, that sucks. I hope she’s not sick…”

“Me too. I really don’t want to go to the vet.”

“Can’t afford it?”

“Yeah.”

“I totally get it. Vets can be wayyy too expensive. Like, ridiculously expensive. But I do know a place that’s affordable most of the time. Here- I’ll give you the address.”

They just pulled a notepad out of their pocket. I assumed they were going to ask for my number instead to just text it to me… Why do I feel almost disappointed they didn’t?

Doesn’t matter. They just gave me the note. I’ve seen this address before. This place is right next to that corner store a few streets away. I’ll have to look into it, make sure it isn’t shady.

“Oh, cool. I’ll check it out.”

“The building’s pretty small, so you might have to wait a while for appointments sometimes, but overall the staff are nice and the prices are decent. Maybe we’ll even see each other there from time to time!”

They look genuinely happy at that thought. I don’t know why.

“Hm… Maybe we will.”

I want to say more but I need to leave. Mr. Robot is yelling at me. He wants me to go back to my apartment. Says I have work to do. I wish he’d go away. Can’t he see I’m busy…?

“Um… I have to go. See you… later?”

“Yeah! Yeah, see you later, Elliot.”

They’re smiling at me. For some reason, I want to smile back. I shouldn’t do that though. Then they’ll think we’re friends and they’ll try to talk to me again if we ever do run into each other after this.

Mr. Robot also thinks this person would be a distraction from other important things. I don’t really agree with him, but I don’t feel like arguing right now.

…I just realized I walked away from Y/N. Hopefully they didn’t think I was rude for not smiling back. Mr. Robot says I shouldn’t care about that right now, but I do. I don’t understand why though.

Flipper’s whining at me. I think she’s sad about leaving Scamp. I feel bad for her, but I know she won’t be upset for too long. Once I get home and find out where Y/N lives and at what times they take their dog for a walk, Flipper won’t ever have to worry about not seeing her new friend again.

[ao3userforgets]

i need to mutter into the void so i’m going to post under the cut the trials and tribs of my current clegan fic writing experience so no one including (especially) me has to make eye contact with it. it’s basically a diary entry. god bless anyone that reads it lol. love and light 🫶

goddamn writing this fic is kicking my ass. it was just meant to be an angsty gale introspective. then i started another and that was meant to be them just fucking absolute nasty style. now i fear they have combined, morphed, metamorphosed, and it’s becoming a monster. goddamn. what does one do in this situation? it would be my first time posting in this fandom and my second time posting fic at all. i’m shaking in my boots about it. there is so much wonderful fic being posted for this pairing and so many approaches and styles. i would love to get mine out and see it amongst those works. i’m just not sure how to go about constructing this fic and how to post about it. i’d like to post some bits and pieces and maybe someone will see it and tell me it’s worth it to finish it but first and foremost i’m really writing this for myself, because it’s the type of fic i love to read and also i feel like i need to be writing it so my mind is creating something. and it would feel like a waste to me and a let down for myself if i never post it. also i’m projecting very hard onto it and onto gale as a character, so it feels kind of personal in some parts? which can’t totally be avoided but because of that and because the way i write is also very personal to me it’s making something that should be fun to post about feel quite daunting. but i want to push myself so badly because it’s been years since i’ve done that, maybe i’ve never done that. and Of Course it’s wwii yaoi that’s gotten me to this point.

anyway, y’all ever think about gale identifying as a more feminine being than is expected for a man like him in the time he’s in, thus manifesting itself into years of repression he’s not entirely aware of until he meets and grows closer to bucky, and how he comes to terms with being awakened in such a way that has laid dormant until he’s in the literal u.s. military, and eventually in one of the least survivable theatres of the war, and in suffocating proximity day in and day out with one john bucky egan? and how he navigates his bond with marge, now in contrast to how he feels for john? and how even his childhood and the lives of his parents is being pushed forwards in his consciousness in relation to his sense of self and his place in the lives of others? oh and also how absolutely Biblically he wants john, in the most unconventional and all encompassing ways? all while he has no context for queerness and sexuality as it relates to himself? i dunno what freak would be into writing or reading that 👀 🚬💀

[saltydkdan]

Yo, Salt man. Decided to finally bite the bullet and dive into One Piece. Currently on Volume 4/Chapter 27 of the manga (also episode 2 of the Netflix live-action, really good ngl). I'm excited to read it, but the sheer length of the manga is extremely daunting to me, and I'm starting to wonder if it's even worth reading at this point. Dunno if you got any sort of tips or such to help someone like me through this, or at least boost morale?

Don’t worry! I felt the exact same way. The length of One Piece can feel really daunting when you start. However here is what I tell people to keep in mind:

Get to Arlong Park

This is what EVERYONE SAYS. But it really is true. Get to Arlong Park, and if you enjoy it, then you will 100% love this series. Arlong Park is the arc where One Piece starts to really become what it is known for (and in some senses Baratie too). And what’s cool is that as someone who has caught up, Arlong Park isn’t even my favorite anymore, far from it. Arlong Park made me a fan, but later stuff like Alabasta, Skypeia, and Water 7 especially made me HYPER FOCUS on the series.

Basically if you think Arlong Park and stuff like Baratie is good, it really only goes up from there, as it’s more or less a taste of what you’ll be getting as Oda develops the story. If you don’t like it tho? No harm no foul! You’re allowed to feel however you want! You can move on to something else if you feel like and that’s super okay. Though based on your current reactions I feel like you are def gonna like it LMAO.

You don’t have to binge ALL of it

You are totally allowed to pick it up and read a saga and then put it down to switch to something else for a bit. In fact, if you do find yourself getting too tired at points, def switch it up with another series, TV show, or video game! Nobody expects you to finish reading it in a month or something. It took me a full year to catch up after jumping on and off of it and I had a blast because I didn’t force it!

There’s a reason that the series is broken up into arcs and sagas! The end of a Saga specifically is meant to be a very good break point for you to do something else if you like!

And trust me, if you’re anything like me, you won’t want it to end. After I passed chapter 1,000 I had a sudden violent awakening that I was going to catch up and become a week to week reader and I got really sad LOL.

Being a One Piece reader feels rewarding!

This is something I would have loved to know going in, but reading/watching One Piece (especially nowadays) feels like an insanely rewarding experience.

I have no idea how Oda pulls it off, but there is information that is as immediate as Chapter 1 that is still relevant all these years later in Chapter 1,000+, it really feels rewarding to be into the series for so long.

I’ve never read or watched anything THIS LONG that rewards the reader like this, it’s so fun. And it’s also something that makes One Piece great to re-read or re-watch.

There are so many fun twists, turns, and reveals that are either foreshadowed, or established in a very small way early on. I can’t emphasize harder how fun and connected it makes everything feel.

I call it the opposite of Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. Because while Jojo will constantly reset itself with a new cast and characters every arc, instead One Piece doubles down, and is still revealing massive bombshells that we’re hinted at ages ago.

The series does show it’s age at times

I don’t like ending stuff on a bad note, but I like to let people know to keep in mind that One Piece has been running for a LONG time, and this can be both good and bad.

It’s good in the sense that I think it gets better and better over time, but bad in the sense that it does feature a couple of outdated depictions, as well as “Pervy” anime-esque humor that I honestly cannot enjoy personally. Just make sure you’re aware going in because some of it has aged… horribly.

That being said though, when One Piece gets depictions right it gets them SOOOO right.

There’s a reason that there’s an ongoing joke in the community that “Luffy would have died multiple times over if not for the Queer Community” lol it’s extremely correct

Reward yourself with the side content

One of my favorite things to do, is after I caught up to a certain point in the manga, is that I rewarded myself by watching one of the One Piece Films from around that time.

It’s a great thing to use as a rewarding little checkpoint and be like “Omg now that I’m this far, I can enjoy this fun animated film without fear of spoilers”.

And while a good chunk of films are very obviously not canon and don’t clearly fit into the overall story (I.e. there is not a good space for them to canonically exist) some of them actually do fit super well, and in my opinion, even add greatly to the overall story.

A big favorite of mine, One Piece: Baron Omatsuri, fits this description like a glove. Not only does it easily fit between the sagas of Skypeia and Water 7, but it even adds to the later themes of the story, and even foreshadows certain elements later on in a super fun way! Plus it’s one of the only One Piece films to have a very experimental direction, created by the guy who made Summer Wars. It feels very different, but in a super fun way, and works as a great little treat for getting as far as you have in the manga!

Anyway, I hope that this helps you out? Remember it isn’t a race, and you can pick up and put down the series whenever you want! There’s absolutely no pressure at all.

A part of me wants to kind of make a “read/watch list” for people who get into the series based off my own recommendation/experience. Obviously everyone is going to read and watch the anime in order, but it would probably be cool to know when you can check out certain side content like Anime-only specials and animated films during your read-through.

If anybody wants that let me know! (I’ll probably end up making it on my own time anyway I have zero self control).

Anyway yeah, enjoy One Piece!

[leaderpinhead]

Cater - Humming Harmony

Day 10 of Fluffcember 2024 Prompt: Carols (Fluffcember) Rating: General Pairing: Cater & Yuu (Friendship)

Yuu had been humming all day. Cater caught the off-key undertones when he sat with the frosh squad at lunch. She’d had a distant look on her face, like she was more stuck in her thoughts than interested in Jack’s and Sebek’s muscles straining while they competed to be the best arm-wrestling champion. 

Cater ran into her again in the hallway after classes. She stood alone and stared at the large tree the campus ghosts had dragged into the main hall and decorated. He listened to her humming for a bit before making himself known. “What’s up, Yuuie?” 

She jumped a little at his voice. Cater caught the same distant look on her face before her eyes snapped to focus on him. “Oh! Hey, Cater. What’re you doing here so late? Classes ended a while ago.” 

Cater tipped his head. He shrugged the shoulder where he carried his electric guitar case. “The Pop Music Club was scheduled to meet today. I’m probably running a little early, but I figured I’d skip out of Heartslabyul before Riddle asked about my grades.” 

Yuu hummed, but Cater could tell she wasn’t as attentive as usual. She looked around like she was a little lost before staring up at the tree again. Cater twirled a strand of hair around his finger. “You wanna hang out at the club today? We always need an audience!” 

Cater wasn’t sure she would accept the invitation, but her tentative nod prompted him to lead her to the classroom they usually used. They were the first to arrive, which didn’t shock Cater. He really had left the dorm earlier than usual to avoid Riddle.  

While he set up his guitar, Yuu shuffled around the classroom. She tapped a finger against a cymbal on Kalim’s drum set. Cater watched her find a stilted rhythm. She started humming again, but the timbre sounded unsure. 

Cater connected his guitar to one of the amps. He hung the strap across his shoulder. He tapped his foot until he felt like he found the same rhythm she hummed. He positioned his fingers along the strings on the neck of the guitar and plucked them one at a time to match Yuu’s humming. 

That same distant look reappeared, but Yuu hummed along with the tune he strummed. The more he repeated the notes, the surer his fingers became. The same confidence grew in Yuu too until she belted out, “Falalalalalalalala!” 

Cater laughed at her off-key singing. “What song is that? I don’t think I’ve ever heard it.” 

Yuu shrugged. “Dunno. It just got stuck in my head after I saw the decorations the ghosts put up for the winter holiday. If you haven’t heard it, then I guess it's a song from my world.” 

Cater carefully strummed a few chords. “Your world, huh? Maybe you’re feeling a little homesick?” 

It would explain why she was so out of it all day. Yuu didn’t talk much about her amnesia, but it was pretty common knowledge in Heartslabyul at this point. Whatever memory the song was connected to must have been important because he had never seen her act the way she had today. 

Yuu shook her head. She looked surer of herself now. “Not really. I think it was just bothering me because it was playing on repeat in my head, and I couldn’t figure it out. The falalalala part was throwing me off. Why would you put a fa in front of a la?” 

Catching the lightheartedness returning to her made Cater laugh along with her. He pulled his phone from his back pocket and waved it at Yuu. “We should totally record it and post it to Magicam. We could become pop icons overnight!” 

Yuu’s nose wrinkled. “And embarrass myself even more? No thanks. I’m way too aware that I can’t carry a tune.” 

Cater winked. “That’s why we get Kalim and Lilia to play as backup vocals. We call ourselves the #PopClub!” 

Yuu shook her head, but she didn’t hesitate humming along when Cater played the notes he had matched to her song. When Kalim and Lilia finally arrived, they eagerly joined in with their instruments. They spent the entirety of their club time finding the right notes and rhythm to create a full song ending with Yuu’s “Falalalalalalalala!” 

[altraviolet]

Hi!! I know it’s been so long since TEG’s conclusion, but after re-reading it, I’ve come to find myself having a few lingering questions:

1) If you were to reference both Mirage and Skywarp’s characterizations, in ‘The Echo Garden’, from any of their canon/corporate material fiction alternates—what would be the most comfortable for them to be associated towards?

Also, out of curiosity, have these two ever fantasized about becoming mentors / parents / caretakers? It’s not that important to me really, but I’d appreciate your opinion on the matter for future reference.

2) Hypothetically, when Soundwave does get inevitably beat up enough to the point of having it be a main priority to obtain supples from his home dimension, would he want to “fix” his elbows and knees and his whole… ace-fae ituation-say?

Like, I’ve been daydreaming a bunch about a specific outcome where he goes to his home dimension and ends up getting the glow up of his dreams—aka something a bit like his old gladiator get up. But at the same time not changing too much because of how contempt he already is with his form, and how he mostly just took a chance while getting repaired to ask for a few changes to his frame to make it more battle-ready instead of sneaky and shadowy. Man keeps taking hits from left to right and I’m horrified at the notion of his flat arms snapping and his stiff joints slowing him down.

3) Has there ever been anyone on the ‘Lost Light’ that actually enjoys being on the chore one cycle? I’m very aware from Soundwave’s POV that it’s like staring into the gates of barnacled-hell, but I’m sure there’s maybe one freak out there that takes pride in the somewhat cleansing ritualistic aspect of the crustacean colonists, the wet garbage, and Toaster’s debilitating demands when it comes to his standards.

4) Would the ‘Lost Light’ crew ever react negatively towards any newcomers who happen to be physically “amalgamated” with organic material ever since the… are-stay ive-dray incident? Even if it is proven to be harmless, would it still be plausible for them to have any extra security measures taken that might be harmful to said bi-organic-metal subjects?

5) Has Rodimus ever thought about how a Conjux bond would work between him and Soundwave?

Not even just like a super romantic way—well maybe at first—but like physically. I feel like a former Matrix holder and a God-killer living on a trans-dimensional spacecraft already makes a ludicrously dope power couple, so I feel like the universe could literally bend to their will at this point without much effort. But still, marriage yeah, but spark-bonding? They’d both probably cause a supernova at the alter if they’re not too careful.

6) DO THEY GO BACK FOR THUNDERCRACKER (and Starscream??? Wait is he also Skywarp’s brother, I actually don’t remember if he was even mentioned—). Well, would they ever go back for Thundercracker and or Starscream?

I seriously think in hat universe Starscream would be very dead but I’m not sure at all. Please correct me if necessary.

———

SORRY FOR THE RANTS!! I needed to get a few of these questions out of my system, and I’ll probably try to look up some more information from any previous posts I might’ve missed. To this day I’m still so enthralled with the world building in your AU it’s inspired me so much and I didn’t even realize it. If any of this seems too confusing I’m so so so sorry, I’m still nervous at the thought of asking these kinds of questions even if there are already answers.

NONETHELESS—have a great rest of your day!! :3

p.s. would it be possible for me to make an au from teg that takes place wayyyy into the future? like with a “conjuxed” maybe not “conjuxed” rodimus and soundwave. i dunno, the only reason for them to be conjuxed in this hypothetical au was to show the passage of time, or something. maybe skywarp’s brother(s?) would be on the ‘lost light’ too? would that work?

AH IT’S TOO MUCH!! AGAIN I’M SORRY!! I KNOW IT’S A LOT!! AGAIN, HAVE A SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS DAY OR NIGHT, WHICHEVER AAAUGH (>[]<)

Hi spinspin! Thanks for the long message. I'm glad you continue to enjoy the fic :)

1) If you were to reference both Mirage and Skywarp’s characterizations, in ‘The Echo Garden’, from any of their canon/corporate material fiction alternates—what would be the most comfortable for them to be associated towards?

Hmm. Mirage is closest to his G1 incarnation: a wealthy mech who didn't want to join the war. Skywarp is... not like any canon Skywarp I know of. I suppose his trickery is kinda in IDW2, but that's not what inspired that aspect of him. Both of them are a lot closer to their Face The Past characterizations than any canon, tbh.

Also, out of curiosity, have these two ever fantasized about becoming mentors / parents / caretakers?

Ah ok so... I'm absolutely NOPE on parent/caretaker stuff, so anything I wrote would never contain that (unless it was from canon and I was using that canon). I'm talking, push away with a ten foot stick aversion levels, lol.

Now a mentor... ehhhhhhhh... I think they're amenable to teach SW about crystals in TEG because it's part of, well, their reality, and they'd rather keep an eye on SW and teach him themselves than have him flounder around and accidentally ascend to a higher level of existence and destroy everything. It was a somewhat small detail, but Mirage did make their teaching him part of a deal: it wasn't done 100% out of the goodness of anyone's spark.

They wouldn't fantasize about mentoring, but they'd do it if they had to.

2) Hypothetically, when Soundwave does get inevitably beat up enough to the point of having it be a main priority to obtain supples from his home dimension, would he want to “fix” his elbows and knees and his whole… ace-fae ituation-say?

If SW was damaged enough to need to return to his dimension for metal and supplies, he wouldn't otherwise change his frame. There's nothing wrong with it in his mind. He went through the whole war with it. He's never complained about it or felt any kind of (for lack of a better word) dysphoria or regret for losing his gladiatorial frame.

Re: the damaged eye: I think he would aim to get that fixed, if they could find an optic lying around. Recall that in TFP you can't just slap inanimate parts into mechs. It's a big thing that you can't build organs in that part of the franchise (Arcee and Jack have a discussion where she says something like "Can you build me a small intestine, Jack?" lol).

3) Has there ever been anyone on the ‘Lost Light’ that actually enjoys being on the chore one cycle?

*writes a whole paragraph answering the question "Do mechs like their regular chores?"*

*rereads question*

oh LOL oh shit, you asked about the chore CYCLE. lol. sorry. I just got home from work. Uhhh no. Definitely no xD no one likes being on the chore cycle. It sucks purposefully, lol.

So like if Inferno got put on the chore cycle, he'd still have to do his job, but he'd be stuck with Toaster 95% of the time and they'd both hate that soooooo muuuuuch, and that's part of the point. It will discourage Inferno from being a bad boy xD If UM found out someone LIKED a certain aspect of the chore cycle, he'd remove that aspect from their rotation, lol.

[if you're curious what I wrote initially, here it is: In reality, most of the mechs treat their usual chores like a job. Some will like their jobs, some might not like them as much, but when Rodimus and Megatron and UM (and maybe Drift too) assigned the jobs, they took into account what mechs were built for and what they like to do. So, Inferno isn't weirdly into scraping out the plumbing, but he can do it, he knows he can do it better than anyone else (except maybe Hot Spot), and he's proud of his work. I'd say that all the mechs are pretty satisfied with their work, and they are proud of it.]

4) Would the ‘Lost Light’ crew ever react negatively towards any newcomers who happen to be physically “amalgamated” with organic material ever since the… are-stay ive-dray incident? Even if it is proven to be harmless, would it still be plausible for them to have any extra security measures taken that might be harmful to said bi-organic-metal subjects?

They do have a strict rule about bringing 100% organic beings aboard the LL. That's a no-go.

If they encountered a Cybertronian that was partially organic, like the Beast Wars continuity, or what Blackarachnia seems to be in TFA, they'd probably assess the situation on a by-person basis.

They're generally very careful and reticent about bringing people aboard (despite what we see Rodimus doing, lol). In over 3000 dimensions, they've only 'kept' 4 mechs, and they've invited only 2 aboard, as mentioned by name in the fic. Stardrive and... I think Rook? Another character got a quick shout out at one point. Obv TEG doesn't detail all 3000+ dimensions' worth of adventures. I think they'd let a few more mechs temporarily aboard. But overall, they're very careful about things.

5) Has Rodimus ever thought about how a Conjux bond would work between him and Soundwave? Not even just like a super romantic way—well maybe at first—but like physically... spark-bonding?

Mmmmmmmmm... hmm. Conjunx ritus, as we see in the comics, is a cultural thing. They're not literally bonded by the spark together. So you're asking about 2 things here, just to clarify.

re: conjunx ritus: hmmmmmmmmmmm idk, I don't see Rodimus doing that. 🤔 it's a cute idea for fic, of course. but staying true to Rodimus as a character? I don't see it. I could see something that was a mix of ceremonies between his and SW's dimensions. or maybe something that felt more casual.

re: spark-bonding: I think they wouldn't want to try this. SW's spark chamber is damaged and when he infiltrated Rodimus, Rodimus's body didn't react well. HMMMMMMM yeah I dunno. We did have the scene where Rodimus exposed his spark for SW, and SW enjoyed absorbing Rodimus's Rodimusness, and Rodimus felt pleasure from that. But that's quite different from them exposing open sparks to each other.

I think if they did do that, they'd be very careful about it.

Honestly, as the author, I'd have it hurt them >D idk, that just feels right, with all their dimensional differences. they need to find other ways to enjoy each other, lol. a lot of TEG's sexy stuff dashes expectations in the trolliest way possible on purpose, heheheheh

6) DO THEY GO BACK FOR THUNDERCRACKER (and Starscream??? Wait is he also Skywarp’s brother, I actually don’t remember if he was even mentioned—). Well, would they ever go back for Thundercracker and or Starscream?

Starscream is definitely extremely dead.

The last Skywarp knew about TC, he was in that building where Skywarp was found. The readers saw that building fill with molten energon. Sooooooooo...

I've said in several places that I've left seeds in TEG for a sequel, and we'll just say, that ever so slightly ambiguous mention of TC was a such a seed ;D

But, no, Mirage and Skywarp would not go back to their dimension for TC. They think he's dead and the price Soundwave pays for every dimensional portal is too high. They'd have no reason to go back, unless like... one of them was horribly injured.

p.s. would it be possible for me to make an au from teg that takes place wayyyy into the future?

ah, the sticky wicket. you have just as much right to make a TEG AU as I did making TEG from MTMTE in the first place. but, since you asked, I'm going to be honest. I prefer people not write their own TEG-based fics, AU or sequels or whatever. I feel like I worked really hard for this sandbox, and it's mine and I wanna play in it by myself, and it would be better if you made your own sandbox to play in, because you should practice building your own worlds and plotlines.

so like... I'm not going to get any AU you write taken down, or anything like that. but I won't read it and I wouldn't want to discuss it with you. I mean that in the very nicest way possible 🙏 I think creativity and expression are important, and it would be mean to squash yours. but also... those are my truthful answers. thank you for asking first. most authors don't mind other people using their AUs but I'm not one of them.

Thank you for the well wishes. Hope you have a good day, too :)

[justamessedupdisneyprincess]

Lost in labyrinth mall! An onward fanfic! This fic focuses on Izzyley, a SI x Canon ship!

Part 3!

Izzy and Barley happily chatted during the drive to the mall. Along the way they had exchanged music, which was a little activity they tend to do during any road trips. Barley may introduce Izzy to a song he likes whilst Izzy would do the same. The elf was quite surprised to learn about Izzy’s preferred genre. He didn’t know exactly what she might like but it certainly wasn’t something so loud and full of energy and melody. Her love of dubstep was quite ironic given how she tends to hate most loud noises around her. She even introduced him to a new type of genre he has come to really like, even purchasing some of those songs for himself! Metalstep. Which is exactly what it sounds like. Izzy enjoyed many of his songs as well, she liked rock and metal as well. But she has a weak spot for a “sick” drop. Which would be the last thing one would expect from her.

“So ummm…I’ve actually been having some weird dreams where I can make music.” Izzy started at some point in the conversation.

Barley laughed a little. “Pretty much anyone can make music if they pour their heart’s fire right into it.”

“Yeah, but I mean like with mind powers. Like I can make my own dubstep out of thin air.” Izzy added.

Barley laughed a bit harder, he can see what she meant by weird then. “Now that would be one heck of a skill! Y’know I would listen to anything you make.”

“Well they actually sounded super good! Which kind of makes me wonder if I could become a DJ or something…but then I try to make music and it’s so much that I don’t have any idea what to do.” Izzy sighs. “I can hear the drops perfectly in my head but I can’t figure out how to make them a reality. It gave me a newfound respect for musicians.” She sounded a bit frustrated. In some cases Izzy had dreams where she wished so hard for it to be real, these types of dreams were one of them. Of course there are ones she is grateful that are not only real but she hopes to never ever have again, such as anxiety dreams about her teeth falling out, those ones always unsettle her.

Barley shrugs a bit. “You might be able to one day with enough practice. Actually ya know what. I know you totally can do that.”

Izzy chuckles a bit. “I dunno, it all seems pretty complex to me. I guess one day I might try and learn more about it.”

Her creativity, that was just one of the many things Barley loves about her. She is talented with quite a few things, such a writing, drawing and even sculpting. But the main thing that made her stand out were her ideas. She had so many of them, so many it can get overwhelming for her at times. She would often describe how she doesn’t get art block or writers block, but rather she gets so many ideas she doesn’t know where to start. She calls her brain a factory for concepts and that it’s both a blessing and a curse. Because of how bizarre and unique her ideas are though, Barley has grown obsessed with hearing any stories she may come up with.

They finally arrived at the mall and managed to find a park as well. Izzy looked on ahead and noticed a large tree just in front of the entrance, but this was no ordinary tree…it was alive! But alive in the sense it was sentient and aware. She saw the movement but this was her first time seeing anything like this! “Barley…Is it just me or is that tree moving?” She says nervously, worried if it may be a sign the ancient mall was haunted. Then she thought…’wait…this place could totally be haunted if it was literally a bizarre labyrinth where hundreds of explorers died in horrific ways!’

Barley nodded her head and couldn’t help but giggle as he saw the unease on her face. “Yep, he sure is!” He says.

Izzy looked over at him with a puzzled expression on her face. “He?”

“Haven’t you ever met a whispering elm tree before?” Barley replied with a little teasing smirk.

The imp’s blue eyes shot wide open. “No, I haven’t met one before! I did see them in movies before though- to be honest I actually thought they were fictional.” Izzy says, clearly amazed.

“Yeah, they are actually pretty rare now. They were rare in the olden days but now…it’s like shiny Pokémon sorta rare.” He says, just to give Izzy a better idea.

The couple began to walk towards the entrance. “I…kinda feel sorry for them though. Do you think they ever get bored or lonely being stuck like that?” Izzy asks, as usual she was the type to overthink things but in this case she did have a good point.

The grin on Barley’s face grew larger, as he had more knowledge to share. “For saplings maybe.”

As he had expected, his inquisitive girlfriend cocked her head to the side like a puzzled dragon pup. “Eh?”

As usual, Barley was happy to enlighten her, after giving her a little teaser for it first though of course. He just lots to see her little reactions! “Old elm trees can pull themselves out of the earth and use their roots to walk around.” Barley stated. “However, they can’t walk too far for too long because of how big and heavy their bodies are. So basically, they prefer to be sitting in the soil but they are not bound to it…or at least most of them are not.” He looked a bit saddened as he said this. He then leaned down to Izzy and whispered into her large pink ear. “Don’t bring it up but…the stupid idiots who decided to modify the place built tiles all around this guy and now he can’t move anywhere at all…he is a bit touchy bout it…rightfully so…but best to keep quiet.”

Izzy’s blank expression changed into an extremely exaggerated look of utter rage. Little wrinkles could be seen around her frown and eyebrows, her scowl was that intense. “Those thoughtless, inconsiderate ****s…!” She says with a growl, she has a very dirty mouth and tends to curse without even releasing it.

It actually took Barley a while to get used to her unique language. “Ok, I think ****s is a bit much. But I pretty much do agree with ya.” He says, smiling as he came to admire her feisty personality. She had a real strong sense of right and wrong and he loved that about her as well.

Although upon arriving it seems like Izzy completely forgot about Barley’s warning to not speak of this topic around the old tree, she was just too worked up! The whispering elm looked over to her in shock as she suddenly asked him a question that came from the heart. “Ummm…excuse me? Are you feeling ok?” She asked, worried for the tree’s mental health.

Barley gulped as he immediately clings onto Izzy, almost protectively. “Haha…pssst…don’t provoke him…” he whispered.

The tree spoke in a loud and booming voice, which caused customers who came and go to stare intensely as they pass. “Well if it isn’t the poor excuse of a knight! Think you can whisper around a whispering elm, can you?” He says, sounding angry.

Barley smiled awkwardly. “Aha…so you remember that do ya?” Izzy looked puzzled as her head flung back and forth between the two.

The talking tree had not only a mouth but eyes and a nose as well! His little face scowled, like an angry bitter old man. “How could I forget the man who broke my favourite branch?!” He says bitterly.

“Aww, c’mon, buddy! That was just an accident!” Barley pleaded.

Izzy looked more and more puzzled but the negative energy was starting to make her anxious. She was desperate for answers but had been cut off by the furious old tree. “Um- what’s-“

“If I tore off an arm of yours will you say it’s an accident?” The tree swayed around, a few leaves fall down to the tiles that were placed over him, locking him in place forever.

“Well that depends. If you tore off my arm with the intent to do so that sure as heck won’t be any accident…but-“

“Don’t play games with me! I’ve had enough of you youngsters! Always treating us elm folk as if we were nothing more than mere objects.” The tree sways more, the creaking wood echos around the parking lot in an unsettling manner.

Poor Izzy’s head kept snapping between the two who seemed to have been arguing. She got more and more anxious as she is still left in the dark. Barley continued to defend himself as best he can. “Hey, I was the one trying to help you, remember?”

The whispering elm scoffs. “Some help you were.”

“What is going on?!” Izzy suddenly shouted out. Every living soul quickly glanced towards her, but she ignored the unwanted attention from strangers who passed by, she was just desperate to figure out what was happening.

That is when the whispering elm finally seemed to acknowledge her. “Well young lady, this man here decided to sit his fat rump on my favourite branch and he broke it right off!”

Barley frowns a bit. “I told you it was an accident! Besides…it’ll grow back.”

The tree laughed sarcastically. “Grow back you say? That branch has been part of me for over 50 years! Do you really think it will even grow back the same? It will look completely different! Not only that but for it to simply “grow back” would be decades worth of waiting! Might I remind you time feels even slower being stuck in this retched gloomy place forever?! Why, with the lack of sunlight I am surprised I haven’t even died by now from malnourishment.”

As the tree angrily went on a rant Barley grabbed ahold of Izzy and dragged her inside the mall. Izzy looked back at Barley, still confused. “What was that all about?” She asks, she knew there was more to the story than that. Barley may be reckless but she can’t imagine he would climb all over him and break branches without a valid cause for it.

Barley groans a bit, seemingly embarrassed. “It…wasn’t my finest moment. I was trying to dig out the tiles and help him escape but…the mall cop got to me and I tried to climb away from him and uh…you can probably imagine the rest….argh! I should have done it by nightfall!”

Izzy angrily glared back at the direction where the tree is. “You were just trying to help…Hey, when a whispering elm’s branch breaks off does it hurt them?”

Barley looked quite surprised to hear her ask more questions so soon. It was not like her to move on so quickly. “Erm…well it doesn’t not hurt, but it sure as heck isn’t like getting an arm torn off. From what I have studied it’s more like a small sting, like a paper cut if you will.” Barley says, he smiled a little at the little joke he made towards the end. After all, paper is made from trees.

“Did he need that branch as an arm to grab things?” Izzy asked next.

Barley thought for a moment. Whispering elms can use their branches to swat at things but they could hardly be used as extra limbs to assist them. “Eh…not really. I mean he can move it for a bit but he can’t actually use it for much of anything other than swatting enemies away in Quests of Yore.” Barley stated casually.

Izzy suddenly turned around and stomped her way back towards the grumpy tree. Barley quickly realised why she asked such questions, to try and figure out if he had any right to be angry or upset. She was already furious to see the way he spoke to her boyfriend, but she needed more answers to try and see his point of view. As she had suspected, the tree was just vain about the branch’s appearance, nothing more, nothing less. “Oh no…Izzy! C’mon, just leave it alone!”