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[frogspawned]

pet peeve is when a story tells us something is aberrant, but it seems to matter more about who does the behavior than the behavior itself. rorschach in snyder's watchmen isn't going too far; we watch nite owl and silk spectre ii snap necks and arms with gleeful, loving abandon, in slow motion no less, while they lecture the audience about rorschach's violence. heroes frequently torture the plot contrivance out of a villain and then moralize to the camera when the villains do the same. indominus rex's killing spree doesn't shock or appall me; all the jurassic world dinosaurs act like mindless killing machines, and the camera lingers, rapturous, on their cruelty. it's not an outlier. there's nothing interesting about it beyond as a set piece.

in a better script, the indominus rex would have had pathos; a chimera made for entertainment, for profit, stitched together with no regard for itself and placed in a lonely box. a freak among freaks. of course it would be mad. but the film wasn't interested in it as an animal, or a character, only as a moving piece of scenery for people to scream at or breathe tensely while it can clearly smell and reach them but doesn't, because it isn't a character and doesn't have motivations.

it's just sort of boring, i suppose. it tries like all other empty drab things do to cover it with bombast and roaring and soaring brassy scores but it's just sort of dull. a sprawl of nothing.

conversely peele's nope is a transcendent monster movie, imo, because it thinks about the the whys and hows, how jean jacket perceives the world, how the world perceives her, and lets that shape the narrative as much as jupe or emerald or gordy. they consulted biologists and behaviorists, digging into the meat of it. the creature as a camera as an animal as a device. nope has layers. it takes its own insane premise seriously, and has something to say, and is a goddamn good movie. i forgot where i was going with this.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

I Knew You in Another Life, You had that Same Look in Your Eyes

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Throughout the flagship series

Warnings: Self harm; Allusions to Abuse; Poorly written smut (kinda); Allusions to canonical character death

Summary: It all started with a smile.

A/N: I have been having trouble finding time to write recently. When I do have time, I’m either too tired or just don’t have the desire. I know it’s not what people are waiting for, but here’s some fluff. Rambling, really. Anyway, here it is. I love you all and I'll update Blood Ties and other things as soon as I can.

It was his smile. 

From the moment he smiled at you for the first time, you knew you were his. Daryl didn’t just smile at anyone. No, he had a look he gave that was a near grimace to signal he was content or appreciative, and folks were lucky to get that. There was a time you could be counted among those fortunate few. 

At the quarry, you barged into his space, intent on arguing with him, but your foot got caught in the strap of his bag and you tumbled into his tent face first, muttering every colorful word in the English language. You had one hundred percent expected him to harshly admonish you for your uninvited entrance, but he didn’t. Nor did he laugh. When you looked up at him—your face red, hair askew—you found him smiling. A smile that was inches from a chuckle that had been held at bay, but still—a smile. 

You felt like even more of a fool then, for falling on your face. And for the way the fluttering of butterflies in your tummy could be seen stark naked in your expression. You had entirely forgotten what you had initially come to say to him. 

From that moment, Daryl Dixon held your heart. 

It was your smile. 

Daryl had never been a man who put much stock in love. It was a silly, pointless notion that only allowed the heart to open long enough to be crushed more easily. He had never even really found himself attracted to anyone, much less interested in them enough to entertain the idea of loving them—or the idea of them loving him. 

Then you came along. From the moment you stepped out of that truck that was meant to bring back his brother, he knew he was a goner. He tried to fight it, told himself that he was being an idiot, that Merle would call him a pussy and damnit, the man would be right. 

It didn’t take long for you to wiggle your way past his defenses. Though he had been watching you warily, keeping his distance when he could, he could have never predicted the moment you would render him undone. You were doing your laundry alone by the fencing toward the edges of the Greene farm. He had truthfully wandered into your space to scold you about being there alone. But a single wasp had a different idea. 

It landed on your hand just as you reached toward the water, garment in your soft grip. He opened his mouth to speak, flinching when you screeched and threw the clothing. Your panties hit him square in the face and, like a fool, he lifted a hand and caught them as they fell. Words fled, embarrassment raged. His mouth moved like a gaping fish but then you were smiling. You didn’t laugh at him, didn’t make fun. You apologized and approached, gently extricating the fabric from his hand, your smile steadfast. 

And from that moment, he was fucked. 

You were watching Daryl discuss a particularly dangerous run with Rick. He was standing by the gate, hands on his hips while you were perched at one of the picnic style tables with Carol at your side, a basket of laundry and a tub of water at your feet. 

You were hardly paying attention to what you were supposed to be doing, continually stealing glances. 

And then he caught you. 

Your hands froze on a pair of jeans, the fabric dripping into the tub, your eyes widening. You were unable to look away. Whether he was in the same predicament or was just simply challenging you was unclear. 

Until he smiled. 

You damn near melted and he knew it. There was a heat that started in your cheeks, spreading down your neck to your chest and all the up to the tips of your ears. You swore you could feel it on your scalp. 

When he finally chose to stop making your pulse race, switching his gaze back to the map in Rick’s grasp, you exhaled, wondering if you had breathed at all. There was a chuckle beside you, Carol’s head turned away while her shoulders bounced. You muttered a quick shut up and nudged her with your elbow, aggressively scrubbing at the jeans. 

Shaking her head, Carol also returned to the task at hand. “Oh, sweetie. You’ve got it bad for that man.”

You couldn’t disagree. 

His eyes flitted up to your approaching form, and he quickly wiped the remaining ashes from the top of his hand. Clearing his throat and wiping his eyes with his forearm, he fixed you with a weak glare. 

“Cut it out. I already know.” You slid down the side of the trunk, shoulder to shoulder with him, presenting an open palm. “Let me see.”

Daryl felt his chest tighten. You had seen the scars given to him when he was a boy, but those weren’t self inflicted. He had added to the collection on his own—a few times more than he cared to admit. But he knew you. Caring yet determined. You wouldn’t relent until you got what you wanted. Heaving a sigh, he reluctantly placed his hand where you beckoned for it. 

“Ain’t nothin’.”

“Don’t do that.” You answered without a single ounce of hesitation. “Don’t act like your pain doesn’t matter.”

“It don’t.” He rasped, feeling the sting threatening his waterline. “Not when ev’ryone else is sufferin’ too.” When he tried to retract his hand, your fingers wrapped around his wrist and tugged it back, a hell bent expression on your pretty features. 

“That’s bullshit, Daryl.” You held his gaze for longer than he was entirely comfortable with given your proximity. Grunting, he turned his head but let you hold onto his hand. “This’ll likely scar.” You finally said so sadly that he couldn’t help but look at you again. 

“Ain’t like I ain’t got a few already.” He couldn’t seem to look away. Daryl had admitted to himself long ago that he was stuck on you. He didn’t love easily, didn’t know how, but for you, he was willing to learn. And the way you were looking at him in that moment was giving him that fluttering sensation in his chest that he had grown accustomed to when you were close. 

Your eyes flickered down to his mouth and promptly back up. He was filled with such a foreign hope, wishing that he could feel the softness of your lips, even if only once. You cleared your throat. “I know this is hardly appropriate, but I really wanna kiss you right now.”

He blinked. There was no way he heard you correctly. “What?” He said after a moment that lasted altogether too long, his eyes squinted. He could have slapped himself. Wasn’t he just thinking of how badly he wanted to do the same thing? Maybe he could fix it before you changed your mind, say something to encourage you to continue. “Well? G’on then.” Daryl inwardly sighed. He would have been better off keeping his trap shut. 

But then your soft palm was on his cheek, your plump lips pressing against his. His eyes shot wide while yours fluttered closed, his fingers closing around the hand that still held his. It was so simple to ignore the burn of his self inflicted injury. He allowed himself to melt into your ministrations, his blue orbs mimicked yours, mouth following your lead. It was uncomplicated but exhilarating. When he pulled back, your thumb stroking beneath his eye, your lips remained puckered, eyes still closed. 

When the bright pool of your gaze finally reappeared, your mouth opened to reveal all your teeth in a gleaming smile. “Wow.”

But Daryl didn’t hear you, mesmerized by your expression. That smile was always his undoing.

And he found he didn’t mind in the slightest being repeatedly unraveled. 

Alexandria was never going to be safe. You both knew it. Still, it was the safest you had been since the prison, especially with your group now behind its seemingly infallible walls. Jobs assigned, routines established, and residences assigned, maybe it could be home if nothing else. 

You and Daryl had requested one of the smaller houses, all to yourselves. Everyone knew you were close, but they were all ignorant to that moment in the woods, how you had thrown caution to the wind and had been so pleasantly rewarded. There were no other kisses since then, things too busy, too new to let your guard down so quickly. Everyone was at a gathering that night, knowing full well that Daryl would never attend. They might come looking for you, though. 

You wouldn’t be answering the door.

Daryl’s lips were blazing a wet trail down your neck, across your collarbone. One large hand held yours next to your head while the other gripped your waist. You arched up into him, encouraging both his mouth and the rolling of his hips, the gentle push and pull that was grazing him across your most sensitive walls. This dance had been slow, in both anticipation and execution, a gradual joining that you could savor in tandems of breathy moans and featherlight kisses. There was no reason to rush. No reason at all.

After you had both ascended to the pinnacle of ecstasy and drifted back down, you lay with his head on your chest, your fingers whispering up and down the length of his spine. He was so relaxed, breaths deep and even, that you thought he might have drifted off.

“What are we?” His voice was raspy, quiet, but not panicked. He wasn’t tripping over any thought of emotion he might convey. That said a lot for Daryl Dixon. Still, you were taken by surprise.

“What do you want us to be?” You brushed the hair away from his forehead before your fingertips explored his jaw. He snorted, though it was weak.

“Just made that obvious, didn’t I?” 

He did. You hadn’t thought about it so deeply until then. Daryl wasn’t the type of man to strip himself bare, both literally and figuratively, for just anyone. He would never let just any woman touch his scars so intimately and not flinch. Angling your neck, you pressed a kiss into his hairline. 

“I’m yours, Daryl.”

When he lifted his head, shifting onto his elbow beside you, his free hand was already brushing away your sweat-damp hair. Watching you with a gaze so deep, seemingly bottomless, the corner of his mouth raised tentatively, one side and then the other. A smile so soft, so genuine, that your heart nearly swelled too large to beat adequately behind your ribs. 

Clearing his throat, he ducked his head, the smallest flash of teeth before that upward curve of his lips disappeared. “Ya mean that?” 

“With all my heart.”

They only made it a couple of miles before Daryl was forced to let Jesus take the wheel, so to speak. The Hilltop runner was managing the bike well enough while the archer simply tried to stay awake, the constant abuse his body and mind had suffered finally able to culminate to the surface when he was free of the Sanctuary. Everything ached, inside and out. He was exhausted, ready to go home. 

Ready to see you. 

Had you been spared Negan’s wrath? Had the tyrant discovered your ties to Daryl and used them against you? Made you pay for them? Were you safe? Were you even alive?

“You can’t go back to Alexandria.” Jesus called over his shoulder. Daryl shifted uncomfortably with a grunt. He was never one to ride on the back of the bike. 

Unless it was with you. 

“They’ll be looking for you there.” The bike slowed to a stop, Jesus calling out to someone. It was then Daryl saw Hilltop’s walls, his stomach twisting with an anxiety just below the surface. 

“Need to go back.” He rasped, nearly coughing from the scrape against his vocal chords. His voice clearly suffered from the lack of use. “Need to see��”

The gates opened to reveal Maggie and Sasha. Just behind them—was you. He should fall onto his knees in front of Maggie, beg her forgiveness. 

But forgiveness would have to wait. 

He didn’t even wait for Jesus to dismount, uncharacteristically clambering off the back and into an unsteady beeline straight for you. You were already running toward him. Your voice was crying out his name in disbelief, in hopeful relief. It was mere seconds before you reached him, just enough time for his tired legs to buckle. You willingly went down with him, both sets of knees hitting the dirt as you clung to him. 

“You’re alive. Thank god, you’re alive.”

He could feel the fine tremors vibrating your form, the jerks of your shoulders as you sobbed. You should never cry. Negan would pay for making you cry. “Yeah, m’here, Sunshine.” Daryl returned your embrace with as much strength as he could muster, given his poor condition, and held on until you pulled back, your tearful gaze roaming over his person, pausing on every bruise, every laceration. 

“What did they do to you?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper. 

He shook his head. “Didn’t break.” He backed the words with a confidence he found buried deep within, surprised he had any left after his ordeal with the Saviors. “Didn’t let ‘em break me.”

You smiled then, through your tears, and began brushing his dirty hair away from his face. “Not even a question, Bowstrings.” He didn’t hear you. He was too focused on that smile—the smile that brought him such a feeling of peace, of love. He let you guide him upright, staggered along behind you, your hand in his. Every few seconds, you looked over your shoulder, still smiling. 

Everything would be okay. 

You watched him from across the way while sitting on the porch of your home in the Commonwealth. Daryl had taken a vital role in the community after Pamela had been removed from power. Everyone had fallen into some role, but Daryl was important. He had a hand in everything. 

Carol had taken Lance’s role, organizing trade and alliances and just simply keeping the community running from behind the scenes. While Daryl refused a seat on the council, his voice was in every ear, his opinion weighing on every heart when decisions were made. 

With Mercer stepping down as head of the guard, Daryl assisted in the training of new recruits. The process of selecting the guards was much different than it had been before, thanks in large part to the man you now called your husband. 

Watching him now—lifting RJ onto his shoulders, holding him steady with a hand on the boy’s leg while his other arm encircled Judith’s shoulders—you were whole. You were happy. 

He noticed you staring—of course he did—and he smiled, lifting his chin in a nod while he and the children walked toward home. 

Home. 

That’s where you were. It’s what you felt. It was in Daryl all along. In his eyes, in his arms, in his smile. 

Daryl was home. 

[dreamerwitches]

Full wnk trailer analysis lets go (p1)

Homura with wavy hair fronts. Matches the one from the poster

I dunno about you, but her face looks kinda younger from the side? Cuter? I dont think we've seen anyone else from the side so maybe its just the artstyle and im being silly

The background is pretty hard to decipher

She has a ring but no visible stone or fingernail marking. It doesnt seem like the end of her main hair is wavy. It looks like she's missing the buttons on her front but this may be an animation error or the angle is hiding them

This bit makes me think she's falling down a spiral staircase? Though it doesnt resemble the one later. The gold bits look like banisters. The background gives me a stained glass window church feel

Madoka's home maybe? This is still wavy hair homura

Madoka has no ring

Not much to say. Text in the bottom right says mramasa but the rest is japanese and some numbers. Looks like maybe the power of the fan?

Ibari, number one. Yes its her, the lighting is just pink/red, you can tell cause her blue skin is more purple. To me, it looks like someone is holding her. The light peach parts on the bottom left and right look like the regular animation style. The flowers on the magnifying glass look a little like mami's

Dumb venus maybe? That compact wouldnt close if it had that pearl sticking out XD

I believe this is a homura we havent seen before. The ribbon doesnt match the poster homu from the right. Its brown, her uniform has a white under shirt. Ive seen people theorise this is Manuke, stupidity. The brown ribbon would match her hair colour. Her eyes are more purple than the pink of the previous homura. The colour also matches phone homu from the first trailer.

Ive seen people mention the fencing vaguely looks like oktavia's scales. I think the multiple parts remind me more of her tail. The windows at the very edges kinda remind me of the first scene.

I didnt realise at first but this is homura's wing being broken

Devil outfit has changed. She has a red streak in her hair. Her feathers look fluffier but it might just be the art style. Another red addition to her leg. Her right shoe looks like madoka's. Actually her gloves kinda look like madoka's too

With the city(?) below and the unmoving effects, is this happening during a time stop? Im getting the feeling this trailer (or movie?) has a brown/orange-ish glow to it so maybe they artistically changed the colour of time stop?

With the bright bg and chair colour, i think madoka is with mami (seen later) in this scene. Also i think thats her left hand, no fingernail marking

Rebellion cafe real, it even has the steps leading up to it (though its not 100% perfect... but eh, artistic licence...)

Also, the girl's teacup is cracked. I cant remember the name but it looks like that japanese art of repairing something broken but making the repairs beautiful (repaired witch???).

A stretch, but the napkin underneath reminds me of homu's handkerchief

I thought the lack of soul gem in the ring was an animation mistake but maybe not??? And a dark (could just be obscured by the cup) fingernail marking. It looks like the london underground symbol ToT

Ah the walls dont really match with the rebellion cafe... maybe this is just what cafes look like in madoka XD the single table is still a mirror to it though. I think the lotus flowers are telling.

I wonder if the girl's golden eyes (like godoka's) mean something because magical girls colours usually match dont they? But maybe they've stopped doing that, eh. I like how her glasses are the opposite to homura's, rim on the top.

I didnt realise the thing next to her is a purse, its huge ToT it has flowers on it. I saw someone call them roses to try and say this is gertrud... um no XD have you ever seen a rose???

A stretch but the crockery reminds me of Candeloro's

Its the same three colours

Nagisa has brown scrunchies and her hair is in two low bunches with dark red beads. It looks like her dress is different too

She has the mitakihara uniform and a yellow cardigan. You can see her soul gem ring. The yellow of the cardi and the brown hairbands make me hope it is bear girl......

Girl full of slinkies!!!! The dots around the place remind me of homura's corruption from rebellion (ala on the bus). This is bandaged sayaka

These make me think of candeloro's kiss. I think i can see flowers on the spine too

But the hands together on the middle of the spine is from madoka's rebellion transformation

Walpurgis?

Yes im sure this is the same cafe as madoka was in now. Very pretty

Mami has her hair clip from her magical girl form on the top left of her head. Also could be animation error but maybe her ring is missing the gem

ALSO ARE YOU JUST EATING A SUGAR CUBE MAMI????

Is this the same place from the dancing scene? Doesnt one of the nightmares have an attack like this? So is homura doing it because she controlled the nightmares.

Also they explode with white feathers hmmmmmm. I have the horrible feeling homura would do it to scare madoka

Clearly not the previous kyoko. Outfit is different and more like her original one i'd say. The cake looks like its from the cafe

Also hnnngghhh concept movie?????

Damn ive hit image limit... well part 2 incoming

[stalkerofthegods]

Ares Deep dive

Ares is the Greek god and patron of many things, he is the edge of the sword while you hold the soft side, no god can be the god of war without the bloodshed, so don’t judge so quick, he is an amazing god, we love Ares here.

Herbs • Garlic, basil, buttercup, yarrow, ginger, anything with tiny yellow flowers, spicy stuff (ex- peppers, paprika), Water hemlock, Snapdragon, Poppy, Nettle, Magnolia, Ginger

Animals• Vulture, Colchian Dragon, serpents, barn owls, woodpeckers, dogs, horses, Stymphalian birds, boars

Zodiac • Aries

Colors • Red, black, and dark purple

Crystal• garnets, rubies, bloodstone, obsidian, red scoria, smoky quartz, red jasper, carnelian

Symbols• a helm, a shield, a spear and sometimes a sheathed sword, flaming torch, armor, palace, four fire-breathing horses 

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• Iron, armor

Diety of• masculinity, civil order, Battle lust, courage, City guards/police, Rage, Violent deeds, Fights, Murder, Manslaughter, Quarrels, cheese, dancing, rebellion 

Patron of• the Amazons, City defenses, City defenders

Offerings• Dragons, Dragon imagery, Dragon art, Strong dark red wine, Strong whiskey, Pure water, Black coffee, Black tea, Olive oil, Beef, Red meats in general, Cooked fat from meats, Blood from cut meats, Heavy spices, Spicy foods, Garlic, Red, black, and dark purple candles, Art or statues of Him, Statues of horses or dogs, Weapons, armor, and shields (ex- art, statues, toys, handmade.), Trophies, Spicy jerky, Sport drinks / protein shakes, Hand drawn or printed art of HimArt or images of dogs, horses, and vultures, Feathers from vultures, woodpeckers, or barn owls, Iron or steel jewelry, Red flowers (ex- roses), Thorns, Miniature or toy weapons and armor (especially helmets), Snake skin, Animal teeth, Write down your fears or successes and give them to Him, Medals and ribbons you’ve earned, Antiques, Photos of riots or past wars, hot sauce, Pork ribs, homemade meals, poultry, hare, venison, wolf hearts, chili peppers, lemons, green bananas, unripe peaches, batons, bullets, kendo swords, shields, military helmets, bullet-proof vests, military boots, military belts, dynamite sticks, grenades, lion pelts, shark teeth, ram skulls, explosives (handle carefully), Medals or Certificates, dog fur or dog teeth (ethically sourced), horseshoes, bull horns, war memorabilia, broken glass, spicy jerky or twiggy sticks, Carmel, sushi, stormwater, spicy salsa, Mexican food, chocolate or chia pudding, burnt matches, cigarette butts

Devotional• Create a playlist and listen to music that makes you feel brave/empowered, Donate to the Rape Crisis Center or other similar programs, Donate and support victims of war, Cook with garlic or heavy spices that you haven’t tried before, Try new things and don’t feel ashamed about doing so, Tell Him about your accomplishments, Tell Him about your fears, Learn about shadow work and try it for yourself, Learn about history, past wars, and past riots, Learn what they accomplished or failed to accomplish, Learn and educate yourself about the downsides of war and what can happen to the people affected by wars, Partake in combat sports (ex- martial arts, fencing), Exercise, Play some strategy games like chess, Risk, and Civilization, Stand up for yourself and what you believe in, write to your governor/mayor for things you want to see changed, attend riots, Pray to Him (ex-strength, ability to fight and defeat enemies, courage, to keep others safe, and help in a battle), go to a protest, learn first aid, educate yourself on PTSD, do unharmful things that give you adrenaline rushes (ex- amusement park rides, bungee jumping), watch action movies with him, pet a dog, Playing Strategy Games, Work on managing your anger, bones, go do axe throwing, a playlist that makes you feel, brave, energized and confident, keep track of your successes (this can be daily tasks, when you conquer them cross them off, and then offer the list to Ares), write down or draw art of your fears, go to a rage room, pray or meditate during thunderstorms, watch war movies and documentaries and play war/combat and strategy video games

Ephithets•Adámastos/adamastus/ἀδάμαστος/ΑΔΑΜΑΣΤΟΣ/ἀδάμας -unconquerable & indestructible, Ænyálios/enyalius/ἐνυάλιος/ΕΝΥΑΛΙΟΣ -war-God, Alcimus, Álkimos/alcimus/ἄλκιμος/ΑΛΚΙ��ΟΣ/Adj - valiant, brave, Alloprósallos/alloprosallus/ἀλλοπρόσαλλος/ΑΛΛΟΠΡΟΣΑΛΛΟΣ- loyal to the struggle and to the souls who are engaged in it, Ánax/ἄναξ/ΑΝΑΞ -lord, king, Aphneiós/aphneius/ἀφνειός/ΑΦΝΕΙΟΣ -rich, wealthy, Arrectus, Árriktos/arrectus/ἄρρηκτος, ΑΡΡΗΚΤΟΣ -unbreakable, Brotoctonus, Enyalius, Hippius, Hoplochares/Hoplodupus/Hoplophorus,  Íppios/hippius/ἵππιος/ÍΠΠΙΟΣ -horseman,  Mægasthænís/megasthenes/μεγασθενής/ΜΕΓΑΣΘΕΝΗΣ/μεγασθενές -very strong,  Megasthenes/Mægasthænís., Ombrimothymus:See Omvrimóthymos/Omvrimóthymos/ombrimo hymus/ὀμβριμόθυμος/ΟΜΒΡΙΜΟΘΥΜΟΣ/ὀβρῐμόθῡμος -doughty, indomitable, Oplódoupos/hoplodupus/ὁπλόδουπος/ΟΠΛΟΔΟΥΠΟΣ -clattering in his armor, Oplokharís/hoplochares/ὁπλοχαρής, ΟΠΛΟΧΑΡΗΣ -rejoicing in arms, Oplophóros/hoplophorus/ὁπλοφόρος/ΟΠΛΟΦΟΡΟΣ - he who bears arms, Phrictus/Phriktós/phrictus/φρικτός/ΦΡΙΚΤΟΣ - horrifying, Polæmóklonos/polemoklonus/πολεμόκλονος/ΠΟΛΕΜΟΚΛΟΝΟΣ -he raises the clamor of combat, Polemoklonus/Polæmóklonos, Sceptuchus/ Skiptoukhos/Skiptoukho/sceptuchus/σκηπτοῦχος/ΣΚΗΠΤΟΥΧΟΣ -he who bears a scepter, Teichesipletes/Teikhæsiplítis/Teikhæsiplítis/teichesipletes/τειχεσιπλήτης/ΤΕΙΧΕΣΙΠΛΗΤΗΣ—he who storms the cities in battle, Vrotoktónos/brotoctonus/βροτοκτόνος, ΒΡΟΤΟΚΤΟΝΟΣ -the slayer of men.

Equivalents• Mars (Roman), Onuris-Anhur (Egyptian god), Tiu-Tyr (Germanic god),  unnamed war-god (Scythian god).

Courting• unmarried, but courting Aphrodite. 

Past lovers/crushes/hookups• Aerope, Agraulos, Harmonia, Otrere, Astyokhe, Demonike or Sterope, Kyrene or Asterie, Astyokhe

Personality• He’s a great father, and a great lover, I talk to a godspouse of his and they talk about how he calmed them and was always there. He’s a great father because I’ve talked to a person who their father is ares and he’s always there for them, he’s also generous.

Home• Mount Olympus 

Mortal or immortal • immortal

Fact• Ares was the only male greek god that never raped or sexually assaulted any woman

Curses• Routing armies, Cowardice, Death on the battlefield, Military invasion, Sacking of cities, Rebellion, Uprisings, Sedition

Blessings•Driving armies, Bravery, fighting strength & endurance,  Averting war (peace), Repelling invading armies, Maintaining civil order, Crushing rebellions, Restraint violent instinct,

Roots• Thrake, Ancient Greece.

Parentage• Zues and Hera

Siblings• Enyo (twin sister), Eris (sister), Apollo (half-brother), Artemis (half-sister), Athena (half-sister), Hephaestus (brother), Hermes (half-brother), Dionysus (half-brother), Hebe (sister), Heracles (half-brother), Aphrodite (half-sister).

Pet• four fire-breathing horses (Aithon (Red-Fire), Phlogios (Flame), Konabos (Tumult) and Phobos (Fear))

Children •ANTEROS (God of reciprocated love, son of Ares and Aphrodite), DEIMOS (God of fear, a son of Ares and Aphrodite.), ENYALIOS/Enyalius (A war-god son of Ares and Eris), EROS (God of love, a son of Ares and Aphrodite),  HARMONIA (Goddess of harmony, daughter of Ares and Aphrodite.), NIKE(The goddess of victory, a daughter of Ares), PHOBOS (God of panic, son of Ares and Aphrodite),AEROPOS/Aeropus (son of Ares and Aerope.), ALKIPPE/Alcippe (daughter of Ares and Agraulos), AMAZONES/Amazons (Warrior women of Assyria, daughters of Ares and Harmonia), ANTIOPE(daughter of Ares and Otrere), ASKALAPHOS/Ascalaphus (son of Ares and Astyokhe), DIOMEDES (son of Ares and Kyrene or Asterie), DRYAS (son of Ares), EUENOS/Evenus (son of Ares and Demonike, and sometimes the son of Ares and Sterope), HIPPOLYTE (daughter of Ares and Otrere.),IALMENOS/Ialmenus (son of Ares and Astyokhe), KYKNOS/Cycnus) (son of Ares and Pelopia or Pyrene), LIKYMNIOS/Licymnius (son of Ares most say his father was King Elektryon), LYKASTOS/Lycastus) (son of Ares and Phylonome.), LYKOS/Lycus (son of Ares who used to sacrifice strangers to his father), MELANIPPOS/Melanippus (son of Ares and Triteia.), MELEAGROS/Meleager (son of Ares and Queen Althaia, but most call him a son of King Oineus), MOLOS/Molus (son of Ares and Demonike), NISOS/Nisus (son of Ares, but most accounts say he was a son of the Athenian prince Pandion), OIAGROS/Oeagrus (a son of Ares but some say his father was King Kharops),OINOMAUS/Oenomaus (son of Ares and the Pleaid Sterope or Princess Harpinna), OXYLOS/Oxylus (son of Ares and Protogeneia), PARRHASIOS/Parrhasius(son of Ares and Phylonome.),PARTHENOPAIOS/Parthenopaeus (son of Ares and Atalanta, many say his father was Melanion or Meleagros), PENTHESILEIA (daughter of Ares and Otrere), PHLEGYAS (He was a son of Ares and Dotis or Khryse.), PORTHAON (son of Ares or according to others of Agenor), PYLOS/Pylus (son of Ares and Demonike.), REMUS (son of Ares and Ilia), ROMULUS (son of Ares and Ilia), TEREUS (a son of Ares.), THESTIOS/Thesius (son of Ares and Demonike or Agenor and Epikaste), THRASSA (daughter of Ares and Tereine.), DRAKON ISMENIAN (A monstrous dragon-serpent, it was a son of Ares and the Erinys Telphousia.)

attendees• DEIMOS & PHOBOS (The twin gods of terror and fear), ERIS & ENYO (goddess of strife, hatred and war), KYDOIMOS/Cydoemus (The god of the din of war), NIKE (goddess of victory), OTHER ABSTRACTIONS(spirits described such as Rage, Anger, Threats, Death and Valour)

Appearance in astral or gen• In ancient Greek art, he was depicted as either a mature, bearded warrior armed for battle, or as a nude, beardless youth with a helm and spear.

Festivals • Artemis Agrotera/Kharisteria , and Genesios, maybe.

Day • Tuesday 

Scared places• Odrysia in Bistonia, Thrake (his birth-place)

Planet• Mars

Tarot cards• Chariot & Emperor card

Scents/Inscene • Frankensince, Sandalwood incense, resin, burning wood (especially if Himalayan salt in thrown in since it reminds him of blood), and red sandalwood incense

Prayers• 

Prayer to Ares for the Safety of a Soldier

Bold-hearted Ares, bright-helmed son of thundering Zeus and noble Hera, well-honored god of war, any battle will you face, any foe will you fight, without fear and without hestitation. Ares, god of warriors, ally of those who risk their lives on the field, to you do soldiers offer their prayers. You know each one’s name, O Ares, you know their lives, you know their worth. Great Ares, I pray to you, watch over ____________ who heeded your call, who practices your art, whose name you know well, for s/he is one of your own who does you honor with each day s/he serves. Ares, I pray to you.

In general 

Bright-helmed Ares, strong of arm and stern of visage, firm of stance, unyielding of will, ever ready to face any foe, to hold the line against all who may come, to battle until the end. Ares, son of noble Zeus and wise Hera, cherished by golden Aphrodite, honored by those who call on you for strength and courage, in the north were you much honored in times of old, in Thrace and Thessaly were you held in esteem by those whose lives were harsh, whose world was stony, whose comforts were hard-won. Ares who answers the prayers of the despairing, I honor you

For Courage

Ares, fierce-hearted son of Zeus and noble Hera, full-famed you are as god of war. To you do soldiers pray when battle is most heated, when mettle is most needed. To you as well do we turn in desperate times, to you do we call for strength, for the spirit to endure. You understand the terror of struggle and strife, you confront it in every way. Ares, your courage is unquestioned, your might and your prowess unequaled. Ares, friend to those in direst need, I pray to you, grant me the nerve to face what must be faced, grant me the will to do what must be done, grant me the heart to forge ahead.

Links/websites/sources •https://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/gods/ares/

https://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/624476009567289344/ares-offerings/amphttps://aspisofares.wordpress.com/tag/offerings/https://www.tumblr.com/warriots/622104378198933504/a-guide-to-ares-worship https://www.tumblr.com/warriots/622104378198933504/a-guide-to-ares-worship https://scarletarosa.tumblr.com/post/187742800571/ares-greek-god-ofhttps://www.tumblr.com/diana-thyme/722942201197363200/greek-gods-101-ares @enyalios-shrinehttps://greekpagan.com/category/prayers-2/ares/

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Ares is the Greek god and patron of many things, he is the edge of the sword while you hold the soft side, no god can be the god of war without the bloodshed, he is an amazing god, we love Ares here.

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[jsinfulhate]

Stars around my scars- Daryl Dixon

The prison had settled into an uneasy quiet. Night cloaked the yard in a shroud of stillness, the sounds of crickets and distant, mournful groans from the undead forming a strange symphony of survival. High in one of the guard towers, Daryl Dixon stood watch, his crossbow slung over his shoulder, eyes scanning the perimeter with a practiced intensity.

Beside him, Gen leaned against the cold metal railing, her gaze shifting between the dark expanse outside the fence and the man standing next to her. The silence between them was comfortable, but tonight, Daryl seemed more restless than usual, his shoulders tense, his jaw set tight.

“Dar?” Gen’s voice was soft, almost tentative. She reached out, brushing her fingers lightly against his arm. “You okay?”

Daryl didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes dropping to the floor. “I got somethin’ I wanna show ya,” he finally muttered, his voice rough around the edges.

Gen watched him closely, concern flickering in her eyes. “Alright,” she said, stepping closer, her hand slipping into his. “You can tell me anything.”

With a deep breath, Daryl pulled up the hem of his shirt, revealing the scars that marred his back and sides. They were an ugly, jagged testament to his past—raised welts and faded lines that told a story of pain and survival. Gen’s breath hitched at the sight, her heart breaking for the boy he must have been, the man he had become.

“Dar…” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She reached out, then hesitated, her fingers hovering inches from his skin. “May I?”

Daryl nodded, a quick, jerky motion. “Yeah… yeah, go ahead.”

Gen’s touch was feather-light as she traced one of the longer scars. She felt him flinch under her fingers, his muscles tensing as he adjusted to the unfamiliar gentleness. She took her time, allowing him to grow accustomed to her touch, to the sensation of being cared for.

Minutes passed in silence. Then, with a soft sigh, Gen moved closer, wrapping her arms around him, pulling his back against her chest. She held him there, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered words of comfort and love, her voice a soothing balm against the harsh memories etched into his skin.

Daryl closed his eyes, leaning into her warmth, his breath coming in slow, measured waves. For the first time in a long while, he felt the tension in his body begin to ease, the tight coil of anxiety loosening its grip.

“Do you trust me?” Gen asked after a while, her voice barely more than a breath in the quiet of the tower.

Daryl didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” he replied, the word slipping out before he could second-guess himself.

Gen smiled against his shoulder. “Lie down for me?” she asked gently, guiding him to lie on his stomach. He complied, stretching out on the floor, his face turned to the side, eyes half-closed.

“Is it okay if I do something?” Her hands hovered over his scars, waiting for his permission.

Daryl took a deep breath, steadying himself. “Yeah… it’s okay.”

With infinite care, Gen began to place gentle kisses along the lines of his scars, her lips brushing over the damaged skin with a tenderness that made Daryl’s heart ache. She took her time, tracing each mark, her affection a silent promise that he was more than the sum of his past.

When she had finished, she pulled him back into her lap, cradling his head against her lower waist. Her fingers threaded through his hair, a constant, soothing motion. “You’re still my everything, Dar,” she murmured, her voice soft but firm. “This changes nothing between us.”

Daryl’s eyes stung, a wetness gathering at the corners. He had spent so much of his life hiding, hardening himself against the world. To feel such softness, such unwavering love—it was overwhelming.

A tear slipped free, then another, until he couldn’t hold them back any longer. Gen watched, her heart aching for him, and then she lay down beside him, her arms wrapping around him, pulling him close.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, her lips against his temple. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Daryl didn’t have words for what he felt in that moment, so he simply held onto her, letting her presence soothe the wounds that no scar could ever show.

[prettymfwrites]

In The Middle

ELLIE X DINA X READER

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The community hall buzzed with activity. People mingled, danced, and laughed under dim string lights. Y/N sat at the corner of the bar, nursing a drink, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in her chest whenever Ellie or Dina walked by. It was exhausting, being so hopelessly infatuated with the two most incredible—and off-limits—people she knew.

“They’re a couple,” Y/N muttered to herself, shaking her head. “They’d never feel the same way.”

But Joel, who’d just sat down beside her, had keen ears.

“You say somethin’, kid?”

Y/N startled, almost spilling her drink. “Oh, uh, nothing important.”

Joel squinted at her, clearly unconvinced. “You’ve been moonin’ over those two girls for months now. You think I don’t notice?”

Y/N’s face burned. “What? No, I—” She groaned. “Fine. Yes, okay? I like them. Both of them. It’s stupid, and I’m just making things weird. I was thinking I should... I don’t know, keep my distance. Let them be happy without me hovering around.”

Joel snorted. “You’re real dense, aren’t ya?”

“Gee, thanks,” Y/N said flatly.

“No, not like that,” Joel chuckled. “Ellie and Dina—they’re just as gone on you as you are on them.”

Y/N blinked, sure she’d misheard. “What?”

“Yeah, don’t act so surprised. I’ve seen the way they look at you. Like a pair o’ lovesick puppies. It’s almost funny.”

“No way,” Y/N said, shaking her head. “They’re together.”

Joel smirked. “Doesn’t mean there ain’t room for you.”

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The revelation left Y/N spinning. Joel found it endlessly entertaining, even turning it into a game.

On patrol a few days later, Joel casually dropped a bombshell. “So, there’s this girl asking about you.”

Y/N frowned. “Who?”

“Just someone around town,” Joel said nonchalantly. “I told her you might be interested in a date.”

Ellie, who was inspecting her rifle nearby, froze mid-cleaning. Dina, perched on the fence, straightened with a sharp glare.

“Joel,” Ellie said tightly, “don’t you think Y/N can make her own decisions about... that?”

Joel grinned innocently. “What? Just tryin’ to help.”

Y/N caught Ellie and Dina exchanging dark looks but thought nothing of it. Joel, on the other hand, was having the time of his life.

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Another patrol incident involved Jesse. Y/N, in a rare playful mood, slung an arm over his shoulder and laughed at something he said. Jesse, being the good sport he was, leaned into it.

Ellie and Dina, however, were not amused.

“Wow, Jesse,” Ellie said loudly, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Getting cozy, are we?”

Dina crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. “Didn’t know you were so... touchy, Y/N.”

The tension grew thick. Ellie almost blurted out the truth right there, but Dina nudged her hard, and the moment passed.

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That night at the bar, Ellie and Dina were done holding back. Spotting Y/N near the edge of the room, they made their move. Ellie grabbed Y/N’s hand, Dina catching the other.

“Dance with us?” Dina asked, her smile soft but firm.

Y/N hesitated but nodded, unable to resist. She was pulled into the space between them, their movements syncing to the slow rhythm. Ellie’s hands rested on her waist, while Dina’s arms looped around her shoulders.

It was intoxicating—being so close, feeling their warmth, the weight of their attention entirely on her. Tension crackled as Dina leaned in and pressed a feather-light kiss to the back of Y/N’s neck.

Y/N shivered, heart racing. “D-Dina...?”

Ellie caught her chin, turning Y/N’s face toward hers. “We need to talk.”

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In the privacy of the bathroom, Ellie and Dina stood before Y/N, their expressions uncharacteristically vulnerable.

“Look,” Ellie began, rubbing the back of her neck. “We’ve been dancing around this for too long.”

Dina nodded. “We both like you, Y/N. A lot.”

Y/N blinked. “Wait. Both of you? I don’t—how would that even work?”

Ellie stepped closer, taking Y/N’s hands. “We’d figure it out. Together. If you want this too.”

Dina placed a hand on Y/N’s cheek. “We don’t want to make you uncomfortable. But we couldn’t keep this to ourselves anymore.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. Her feelings, long buried under layers of doubt, bubbled to the surface. “I—I do want this. I just... never thought you’d feel the same way.”

Ellie grinned. “Well, surprise, genius.”

They laughed, the tension breaking into something warm and tender. Dina leaned in first, capturing Y/N’s lips in a sweet kiss. Before Y/N could process, Ellie pulled her into another, rougher but no less affectionate.

By the time they pulled away, all three of them were breathless.

“We’ll make this work,” Dina said firmly, and Ellie nodded in agreement.

Y/N smiled, finally letting herself believe. “Okay.”

And as they left the bathroom hand in hand, the night felt brighter than ever before.

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[queerxreader]

Howdy!! I was wondering if you could do a Logan x m!reader who has a harpy mutation and it’s a wing care thing, I think it could be interesting because caring for a birds wings is a very intimate thing. And or a spideypool + m!reader cuddling fluffy piece?

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Logan/Wolverine x M!Reader with Harpy Mutation/Wings.

Bird, Bath, and Intimacy.

Featured/Warnings: Vague angst and Nudity. Baths. Comfort and Care. Fluff piece. Flirting.

Writer’s Note: I Really adore the idea of Logan this big tough guy being so gentle and caring towards his winged boyfriend. Also I’m still planning on writing a Spideypool cuddle fic but it’ll be separate from this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! And apologies for how long it took to push this out.

“Stay still. Quit your flapping.” Logan’s gruff voice barked at you.

Your feathery appendages had a mind of their own, and when it came to Logan’s touch your soft wings fluttered for the callous man.

“I’m trying, I’m just not used to someone else taking care of my wings”

“Someone has to.”

Though he sounded aggravated to be helping you, you could sense his calmness. You knew deep down he cared for you, otherwise he wouldn’t have even offered.

You were sitting on your legs in the tub, the lukewarm water felt relaxing on your skin. Logan sat on the inner edge of the tub, his feet soaking in the water with his jeans cuffed up as high as he could manage on his toned calves. He was softly kneading his fingers into your feathers. His hands were coated in a special soap that was advertised to be strong enough to get oil out of ducks. He assumed this would be the best alternative compared to the shoddy attempts at cleaning yourself were.

He noticed your difficulty cleaning your wings when he saw you one early spring morning. He couldn’t sleep again so he was just having a beer as a breakfast appetizer. He looked out the kitchen window to enjoy the beginning of the sunrise. There you were, out there waiting on the edge of the fence, he pondered what you were doing, but instead of going outside to ask he just enjoyed this new view that seemed to outshine the sun rising.

Abruptly the sprinklers chittered on, Logan knew they were scheduled to do this, but it always raised the hairs on his arms. The sprinklers were always really tall in the mornings due to the expectation that everyone would be asleep this early in the day.

You promptly thrashed your wings to glide down

through the high force water oscillating into the air. All Logan saw between your swift flailing of wings and every few moments he’d see your mostly nude masculine frame covered by a pair of tight swim shorts. He admired the way your wet body glistened in the pale morning light, it was times like this he swore you were an angel rather than a harpy-adjacent mutant humanoid. He still loved you as the latter reality, however.

He saw you land atop one of the garden statues, you perched there for a second before shaking and writhing your feathers and hair dry. He always thought you were kidding when you said you bathed exactly like a bird. While he did think it was cute watching you do your avian drying dance, he wondered if you did this year around. Wouldn’t you get sick doing this during the winter or fall, only so much of your genetics include this mutant bird dna, what about the human parts?

As you got to a decent stage where you could just air dry the rest of your body, you hovered over the patio to retrieve your robe and enter the mansion.

You only got so far into the door of the kitchen before a gravelly voice teased you.

“Did'ja have a nice bird bath?”

You nodded while sitting down at the kitchen table, “I did actually, I’m fixing to have some breakfast.”

“I think we have some sunflower seeds in the pantry for you to peck on.”

“Ha. Ha. Really funny, wolf boy.”

“You were serious about those bird baths. I thought you just took regular baths like the rest of us.”

“Newsflash, blades-for-joints, do I look like the rest of ‘us’?”

“Hey now, I was just saying I didn’t expect it to be true.”

“Well you caught me, now what.”

“I don’t think a rinse is good enough to get you clean. Those feathers are complex.”

“Yeah, so are a bird’s.”

“But you’re not all bird.. you have a human immune system and taking baths like that—

“Aw Logan, you’re worried about me getting sick? Don’t worry I never get sick.”

Almost like you had jinxed yourself, you sneezed instantaneously.

He smirked, pleased with being right, however there was a tiny glint of concern in his eye. A literal blink and you miss it type of glint. You’re glad you didn’t miss it though.

“See.”

“Whatever. It’s just ‘cause it’s cold in here.”

The memory fades as Logan turns the shower hose on you, the warm water juxtaposing the now cooler water you sat in. You shivered and then eased into the soothing feeling of water flowing between your wings in places you could never reach on your own. Logan rubbed his rough hands between your shoulder blades massaging the sensitive spot. You keened into his touch as he kneaded the tender spot that connected your wings to your spine.

“I know this spot takes a lot of weight, it must hurt to keep these things steady all the time”

“You have no idea,”

“Believe me I do— these claws are a bitch when I unsheath them.”

“It hurts everytime.” It was a question but you phrased it as a statement since you already suspected the answer. Your wings often hurt when you first spread them out after a day of binding them away into your clothes to simply function amongst the quote-on-quote normal humans. But you couldn’t imagine the pain of having blades push out between your knuckles, it obviously was only a torture he could endure.

The healing factor was what made it somewhat bearable you assumed, but you wondered where all that physical trauma went when it went away. It’s possible that that pain replaced itself into mental and emotional stress, causing this man’s emotional state to be so toughened and built up high.

Though he hated sharing about himself, it often just flew out in conversation casually whenever he spoke to you. He felt he could truly put his guard down and trust you, and clearly you felt the same. The more he spoke the more you realized his concern wasn’t just that of a teammate or a close friend, he genuinely feared losing you. He’s mentioned losing many people he’s loved before, and sometimes he’s not taken the time to focus on the little things. It’s then you understand what this means to him, you allowing him to take care of you, this was for both of you. It would take a lot for him to admit that, he swore this was only for your own good. He’d chalk it up to you being careless and reckless, though he knows if he didn’t heal as quickly you’d be tending to his wounds like a mother hen every single mission.

As he opened up to you, growing distracted, you felt him knead into the width of your back a little rougher with his hand, right into a tender spot. Your wings thrashed upon the sensation, splashing water all outside the tub and all over the damp man. He practically growled at the sudden jostling of feathers, dropping the sprayer. The water spewed all over both of you. Logan’s jeans were already wet despite cuffing them at the ankles, but now they were practically a darker color from the wetness. His white shirt was now drenched completely too, you looked up at him laughing at him.

“That was on you. You know it’s sensitive there.”

Logan huffed a sigh, “I know,” he discarded his shirt, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by it clinging to his skin.

“Let’s try this again, just relax, okay?”

“It would be a lot easier if I could just lay back into this tub but I can’t.”

Logan adjusted the setting on the sprayer and continued aiming the warm water into the middle of your back. You sighed calmly. He softly spoke to you as he rubbed circles into your back instead of kneading, “better?”

“Much, much better,”

“I’m sorry the massage didn’t work,”

“It’s okay, you know how my wings are under your touch,”

He let out a low chuckle, smiling at you as he continued to rinse and softly rub your feathers clean.

You soothed one of your hands to hold his. You pecked a small kiss onto his hand. “We might have to do a massage another time, without water.”

Logan let out a small laugh through his nose, “I guess so, just let me know when.”

It was silent for a moment as he finished rinsing you. Finally when he was done, he assisted you in standing up, he placed a warm towel on your head and shook it to dry and fluff up your hair. When he took the towel away he saw your eyes looking at him adoringly.

“What’s that goofy look for birdbrain?”

“Thank you,”

“S’no big deal.”

“No,” you leaned closer to him, your bare wet legs pressing against his damp and taught jeans. You made sure your eyes had locked while you took both of your hands into his. You pecked a kiss onto his cheek ever so chaste. “Thank you, Logan.”

His face felt warm, he blinked in awe. You had been together for a while now and yet you still flustered him. As he turned around to return the gesture you were already headed out the room. Your wings shook erratically for a split second to rid the remaining water. Logan caught most of the extra splashing against his already dripping clothes, he didn’t mind it. He was just glad to be able to take care of you.

Even after looking at the flooded floor, he still had a grin on his face as he heard you leave.

“See ya later, feathers.”

[the-kr8tor]

Hi! Could I request hobie x fem reader and them going on a Waterpark date or a Rollercoaster park date? Oh and they obviously sneak into the facilities lol feel free to ignore and thank you if u do accept this 😆

Hi hun! Thank you for requesting, oh to have a waterpark date with Hobie 🥴 hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, established relationship, smut implied, Lovestruck Hobie, FLUFF

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You keep moving your head, eyes roaming around the dark, looking out for the bright light of a torch from the security guard of the closed waterpark, the sweltering summer heat also doesn't help. Hobie grabs your attention by smacking the metal fence.

You jump at the loud sound, glaring at Hobie, you point the torch in his face, he squints, smacking it away from his face.

"There's no one here, you don't have to keep looking behind your back"

"What if he comes back?" Whispering, You shuffle your feet, jumping at the slightest sound of rustling bushes.

"The bloke's fast asleep, he always does this. For a security guard he's not very good at securing this place"

"Always? You know his schedule?" Realization hits you, gasping out, a smile slowly etching on your lips "you've been watching him haven't you? Look at you planning this entire thing"

"What of it?" He raises his chin at you, you playfully smirk at him, you would've hugged him right there but Hobie quickly turns away hiding the fact that you've found him out, he expertly climbs the fence, thanks to his spider abilities. He perches on top of it, showing off how easy he got up.

You trust him, so you let go of your apprehensiveness.

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair" you crane your neck up, seeing a wide grin on his face, he's glad you've finally loosened up.

He shoots a practiced web at your torso, (good thing he remembered to bring his web shooters) it clings to your thin jacket, Hobie starts to pull you up effortlessly, so you hold on to his web for dear life. You ascend the fence, your shoes clinking against the metal. "Don't drop me"

"Never"

"Got you" Hobie holds on to your waist, his arms looped around it, he pulls you up like you're a piece of feather, you help him by leveraging your feet on the top. Sitting on the edge of the fence, you exhale, now how do you get down?

"You come here often?" Hobie hold on to the back of your jacket, in case you lose your balance.

"I'm here with someone" you play along.

"he must be so lucky then"

"Oh he is"

"I'm sure he knows that" Hobie winks at you. You giggle at the little drama you've played along to. You hide your smile behind your hand, trying (and failing) to hide your flustered face.

"Don't hide your face from me" he carefully grabs your wrist in between his index and thumb, "there's my girl"

You grab his shoulder, shaking him a bit in your hold "we should get down, before you make me fall with your words"

"Don't need to, already made you fall for me"

"I mean literally fall, we're ten feet off the ground" you're proud of yourself for saying the entire sentence without fumbling with your words, since Hobie has a habit of turning you into mush. His last sentence makes you weak in the knees, so you hold his arm with a grip.

"Alright, time for a swim then" Hobie grabs you swiftly, jumping down from the height, landing on his feet quietly like a cat.

He moved too fast for you to even make a sound, you held onto him, dumbfounded. Feeling your feet finally hit solid ground, your heart thuds in your chest.

Hobie grabs your chin, you can feel the calluses on his fingers, it brings you back to reality "you still with me?"

You smack his chest, not enough force to hurt him, Hobie laughs at your reaction. "You're" smack "an" smack "asshole"

"Should've given you a heads-up huh?" Despite your reaction, Hobie lovingly caresses your jaw.

"You're an ass" you say breathlessly, hands bunching up his shirt.

"So I've been told" He straightens the knit of your eyebrows, his finger warm on your forehead.

"I'm sweating here, Hobie" as if on cue, a bead of sweat falls on the side of your head.

"In a minute, I'm still admiring you" You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays your true emotion. Hobie cups your face in his hands, like you're the most precious thing in the world. He does what he said, admiring you in the moonlight, the fallen torch lights up the side of your face, the light acting as your spotlight.

You hold his wrists, massaging it with your thumbs "one minute more and I'll start charging you"

"Do I at least get a discount?" His eyes flicker at your slightly parted lips.

"If you finally let me in the pool, I'll think about it"

"Deal" he finally lets you go, before you could shed your clothes, he grabs your arm pulling you back towards him, Hobie uses the momentum to crash his lips to yours.

You gasp at the sudden movement, making him kiss you deeper, your hands fly towards the back of his neck on instinct, fingers tugging at his ear, careful of his piercings.

His hands roam around your back, slyly moving you closer towards the edge of the pool. You're too far gone to notice.

Hobie pulls away, a teasing smirk on his lips, he watches as you slowly notice where you're currently standing.

Your eyes widen when he hugs you, jumping in the pool, he turns you away from the pool floor, his hand protecting the back of your head.

"Hobie you little s–"

Splash

The lukewarm water hits you both, Hobie grabs your waist, helping you reach the surface.

You inhale sharply, wiping at your wet face, you hear Hobie cackling loudly. At least now you're refreshed.

You splash water on him, some of it gets in his mouth, he splatters out.

"Hah! Karma!"

"Ah so that's how it is!" Hobie reaches out to you, shrieking, you kick your legs trying to get away.

Your little doggy paddle is no match against his long arms, he cages you in, blowing raspberries on your neck.

You laugh loudly, trying to move away from his hold "Okay! Okay! You win!" You say in between laughs.

He lifts his mouth away from your neck, giving you respite "D'you surrender?"

"Yes!" You wiggle out of his hold, turning around to face him, you see him grin victoriously "I didn't bring extra clothes with me!"

"You think I did too?"

"You brought your web shooters but not extra clothes?"

"I figured we'll dry off while swinging," he shrugs.

"Yeah okay, you're a genius" you sarcastically say.

"You didn't bring any extra too" Hobie flicks your forehead "unless you were planning on skinny dipping?" He raises his eyebrow, giving you a familiar look.

"No! I have my bathing suit under here" you try to fling water at him again, but this time he's ready, Hobie grabs your hand pulling you closer, your back hits the wall of the pool, cageing you in between him and the wall.

"That would've been a sight" his voice low. It's so quiet, all you can hear is the water moving around you and your own heart beating hard against your chest.

"Whose fault was it?"

He pretends to think, his eyes darting to the side "I think mine"

"You think?"

Hobie runs out of energy, his head slumps on your chest, he can hear your heartbeat thumping.

"You okay?" You ask, rubbing his shoulder "are you cold? We can get out if you want"

"Nah, 'm fine, let me rest here for a bit, I've got the best pillow" the water relaxes his overworked muscles, his personal pillow helps too.

"Okay" you give him a minute, you crane your neck up to watch the stars above.

Hobie's voice cuts through the silence "we should thank Jim for sleeping on the job"

"Jim? The security guard? You know his name?" You duck to meet his eyes.

"Of course I know his name, I'm not a monster"

"Not a monster but a stalker huh?"

"You're very funny" his hands land on the small of your back, lifting up your floating shirt, his palms resting comfortably on your soft skin.

"Should I send him a gift basket? What should I write on the card? 'Thank you for sleeping on the job, you've made Spider-Man a very happy man?'"

He chuckles, raising his head up to meet your waiting eyes, "that's a good message, love"

"Mm-hmm, gimme a kiss as a thank you?" You pout your lips.

"Thank you for what?" Hobie teases, squeezing your back.

"For writing such a good thank you card"

"Alright" he gives in, although he wants the kiss too.

Your lips meet his, if only you were paying attention you would've noticed a light heading your way.

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[mindlessflare]

Tergore Mundi: Land of Fetishes

so I’m working on rewriting an old story I found in my archives, changing the perspective, so I hope you guys like chapter 1.

All characters are depicted as 18+, and any fetishes such as tickling, bondage and whatnot are represented here. Please enjoy.

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Chapter 1: Entering a new Domain

Walking home from her new school, Zoe took what she thought to be a shortcut home. She cut through the alleyway and slid through a broken fence that led towards the back part of her neighborhood. Her pink skirt got caught on some of the broken fence, and tried to pull away. It tore off part of it and she sighed, frustrated. She really liked that skirt. But she wiped off the dirt off her white shirt, to little satisfactory results, and continued moving.

As she continued moving, long weeds and blades of grass began to work their way into her flip flops with each step, gently tickling her toes. She squeaked and giggled to herself, as she tried to avoid the distracting sensations against her highly sensitive feet. She moved through the grass and the weeds, but the farther in I go, the taller the grass seems to get. The further she goes in, the darker it seems to get. And as she looked behind her and cannot see the path in which she had taken. She looked around again, surrounded by weeds and grass. She shuddered and started running, uncertain of her new course of action. She looked around and saw trees, branches and shrubbery. My eyes begin to water as I pour out into the open area from the weeds, now lost in these strange woods; frightened and shivering. 

“Oh no... H-hello? Is anybody there? I... I think I'm lost…” she asked, looking around at the strange new environment. She continued walking through the newly formed woods, passing by the overgrown shrubbery and weeds. She walks deeper and deeper into the woods, and starts noticing vines that have sprouted from the trees. As she tries to step over them, she feels something wrap around her ankle.

“What the–?!” She shrieked as she felt the vine around her ankle tightening. The vine yanked her leg, causing her to fall to the ground, screaming, as she was flung into the air hanging upside down. She panicked as her skirt got flipped up, using her free hands to push against it as best she could.

“Ahhhhhh! Oh my gosh! Help me! Someone help me, please!!” She shouted as she was gripped and hung upside down by the vines, as she frantically tried to push her skirt back down. Her pink panties with yellow sunflower designs on it are completely exposed despite her best efforts. If someone was here to help her, it would be a double edged sword in this embarrassing situation. She tries to kick at the vine wrapped around her ankle to no avail, as more vines underneath her begin to move. She noticed at the last minute as more vines begin to grab onto her remaining limbs. 

“No! Let go!” She whined as more of the vines wrapped around her wrists and stretched them spread eagle, doing the same with her remaining leg. Her skirt flipped back down, with no way to hide her panties now. She blushed as she yanked and pulled at her binds, to little effect. She began to giggle as she felt several tiny legs crawling on her. She looked at her arms and saw little caterpillar looking creatures swiftly and quickly crawling from the vines onto her arms and legs, and quickly moving across her body. 

“Hehehey! Nohohoho cut it out! Staahahaahap!” She giggled and squirmed as the bugs crawled over her body. Their little legs and fuzzy antennas gently stroking and poking at her sensitive skin. The bugs make their way across her body, almost analyzing it as they move to specific locations. 

“Nohohohooho! Stahaahahaaahap it! Thahahaahahat tihihhihihihihihickles!!” She shrieked again, as the bugs made way towards her underarms. They crawled under her short sleeves to crawl and wiggle against her bare skin. The tiny legs tickled like a pinwheel, and the fuzzy antennas were soft like feathers. She continued to laugh and thrash as she felt more of the bugs moving down her sides as the ones by her ankles moved up her legs. 

“Wahahahaahahahahait! Stahaahaahap it! Pleehehehehehehehease stahaahahaahap it! Heheheheheehehehelp!!” Zoe begged as the fuzzy creatures began crawling across her ribs and down to her belly. She flailed and squirmed harder as their little bodies scurried around her sensitive stomach, curling into her belly button as they moved around. 

She panicked as she realized her constant flailing and squirming had shaken her pink flip flops loose, and the bugs began making head way down to her feet. “No no no! Plehehehease naahahat that! Nahaahat my feet!!” 

The bugs continued to march down her legs as their little legs and fuzzy antenna reached her feet. They began crawling over the tops of her feet, around the slides of her arches, and even wiggled their way between her toes. Zoe almost lost it completely. 

“Hahahaha! STAAHAHHAHAP! Pleheeheehease NAAHHAHAHAHAT MY FEEHEHEHEEHHHEET! HEHEHEEHEHEHEHHEHELP MEEHHEHEHEHEEHE! SOMEHEHEHEHEEHHEHEONE! HEHEEHEEHEHHEAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHALP!!!” Despite her best efforts, the vines stayed firm and their grasp stayed strong. And the bugs, despite the noise, continued to dance their ticklish dance across her small pink soles and bubbly toes. All Zoe could do was laugh and scream as the bugs ravaged her ticklish body with their assault. 

“PLEEHEHEHEEEHEHEEHEHASE STAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAP IT! IM TOHOOHOHOHOO TIHIHIHIHIHIIHIIHICKLISH FOHOHOHOHHOHOHOR THIHIHIHIS! MEHEEHEHHEHEHEHERCY! HEHEHHEHEHEHHHEHELP! SOHOHOHOOHHOOHOMEHEHEHEONE SAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAAVE MEEHEEHEHEHEHE!!!” Zoe’s cries and screams fell of deaf ears, as minutes of ticklish torment slowly turned into hours. The bugs slowed their assault, making the slow tickles worse for her in the process. The sun looked as though it was beginning to set, despite being upside down and her mind being a giggling mess. Soon enough, the bugs begin to fall off or crawl back over the vines, leaving Zoe to pant and gasp for her breath as she hangs from the vines. 

“Heheh…pleheehease…nohoho no mohohore…” she giggled, exhausted. Despite them leaving, her skin still tingled as if the bugs were still crawling along her sensitive skin. Her feet were pink, her face was red, and her body was drenched in sweat. Her small chest huffed and puffed as she desperately tried to catch her breath, but the torture left her drained, and on the verge of collapse. She felt her vision beginning to go blurry, and her eyes got heavy. She had been tickled before, but never to this degree. The vines began to give as she could barely make out something cutting them. With one snap after another, Zoe’s limb body began to fall before being grabbed by another creature. She couldn’t make out what it was as she fell into unconsciousness. All she knew is that she was being moved. Where to? That’s the question…

[trulybetty]

october | 09 x ravens

pairing: frankie x f!reader word count: 719 warnings: smoking, as always unbeta'd summary: it's been over a week since Frankie was supposed to be home, an ominous sign brings news. ao3: linked

{ x. series masterlist }

author note: prompts are not in chronological order, the story is told throughout the life span of the relationship. once all are posted, I'll post a list of the prompts in chronological order.

09 x Ravens.

The cigarette felt foreign between your fingers, its weight wrong, like it didn’t belong to you. You didn’t smoke, in the past maybe the odd one here and there, but never a habit. You took another drag, feeling the harshness of it in your lungs—it wasn’t even one of your own. It was one of Frankie’s. His secret stash he thought you didn’t know about. He’d promised—sworn—that he was done with it, quit finally for good. However, the pack remained a quiet lie tucked away. It felt fitting somehow. 

The sun had already dipped below the horizon, casting the yard in the dim hazy light of early evening. Everything felt thick—the air, your head, the suffocating silence that had grown louder with each passing day since Frankie left for Colombia. 

Your hand shook as you tapped the ash against the side of the porch, staring out at the yard, hoping the nicotine would calm the anxious pit in your stomach. But nothing could settle the gnawing dread that had taken root there days ago.

Three days. That’s how long this ‘consulting’ trip was supposed to last. Maybe four, tops. But now it had been over a week. You hadn’t heard a word from Frankie since his plane touched down in Colombia. No calls, no texts, nothing. It was like he’d vanished off the face of the earth.

You flicked the ash again, biting down on your bottom lip as you remembered how casually he’d mentioned it. Just some quick work with Pope, babe, it’s nothing. In and out. A week, max. You’d been through this before, but something about this time had felt different. Maybe it was the fact that Santiago had managed to get everyone involved, including Tom, or maybe it was the way Frankie had hesitated before kissing you goodbye, like he knew something you didn’t.

The smoke curled from your lips as you exhaled slowly, your phone buzzed in your pocket startling you. Without even checking the screen you knew who it wasn’t. You’d been ignoring Molly’s calls for days. She was desperate for answers like you, but you couldn’t face her—nor the others, not when you knew no more than any of them did. Every call from each one of them felt like salt in the wound. None of you had any information. What would it do to talk to them when you were all in the same boat, stranded without a word?

It was supposed to be a simple recon mission, in and out, nothing dangerous, but the silence spoke volumes.

As you took another drag, holding the smoke in your lungs, like it’d fill the void in your chest. Your eyes caught movement at the edge of the yard. There, perched on the fence, was a raven. Its jet-black feathers gleamed against the setting sun, a stark contrast to the greenery of the garden. You froze as it stared back at you, its beady eyes locked on you.

You blinked, momentarily confused. Ravens weren’t supposed to here—certainly not in Florida. They were rare, seldom seen. And yet, there it was, staring at you as if it had come with a message, its head cocked slightly, watching, waiting. A shiver ran down your spine, your pulse quickening, a chill creeping over you despite the sticky warmth of the evening.

You took a step forward, the cigarette forgotten between your fingers, as if to confront it and if its presence had some significance. It tilted its head, watching you. But before you could even take a full step forward it flapped its wings with a loud rustle and took off. The sound of its departure was unnerving in the stillness of the evening. 

You exhaled slowly trying to settle the unsettled beating of your heart as you took a final drag of your cigarette. Just as you started to stub it out on the railing, your phone buzzed in your pocket in quick succession. Notifications pinged one after the other in rapid succession. You pulled it from your pocket, the screen lit up in your hand, notifications still buzzing though as an incoming call waited for a response. Your heart skipped a beat and the nicotine that once served as a quiet buzz now made your stomach churn as you read the caller ID.

Frankie.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

⛰️ Whiskey Lullaby

Whiskey Lullaby: You have been blasted by the past. The childhood best friend of the Miller brothers, you will soon have to deal with the reasons for the explosive argument that split you and Ben all those years ago in high school. Fists fly and you finally learn the reason for your emotional pain: Ben Miller is an idiot.

Warning: Angst, Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No).

To Note: Ben Miller x NAMED!Female!Reader, Inspired by the song ‘Whiskey Lullaby’ by Brad Paisley, No Infidelity they’re just idiots.

Word Count: ~8.1k

You had been best friends with the Miller boys since you and Benny had been in diapers, and up until high school, you had been inseparable. It was a brother/sister type of thing that everyone in the town ran with because you seemed to be the happiest kids on the planet. But then Will went off to the army and a little thing called puberty hit one summer before high school got back into session, and you and Benny had gotten into a massive fight.

Call it what you will, teenagers just being teenagers, puberty highs, it had only taken one hormone fueled fight for you to go your separate ways. You didn’t even remember why you had fought. You only remember the crushing heartbreak and miserable defeat of over a decades worth of friendship. Ben Miller had long since left you life and you had done your best to try and not think about him since.

Which was hard because the little charm bracelet he and Will had gotten you on your sixteenth birthday still hung from your wrist… but you had done it. You had made it all these years without completely breaking down over a boy. You had even gotten yourself out of the small Colorado town you grew up in. So why were you thinking about Benjamin Miller right now?

8:00pm Ben Miller vs. Erik Romero

How many men you knew that had the name Ben Miller? One, and you were fairly certain it was the Ben Miller you hadn’t seen since early high school days.

 “Viv!” Elaine shouted, drawing your attention away from the two names. “Are you coming or not!? Deanna said she was going to find space for us but it’s filling up fast!”

“No need to get your thong in a twist,” You huffed, moving your heel clad feet over to your impatient friend. “I don’t even know why you want me to go to this fight. It’s just men beating each other up, what’s so great about it?”

Elaine rolled her eyes and grabbed your wrist with her fingers, tugging you after her as she dove into the growing crowd.

“Deanna’s boyfriend is fighting tonight at nine, she wants us to support him and we are good friends so we are here… plus the bar across the street gets filled pretty quickly with hot guys afterward.” Elaine explained. “And since you are still single, you might as well come and see if you can hook a hot guy or two.”

“I have zero interest in any of the guys in this town, Elaine, you have known that for years.” You said, edging around a couple decked out in leather.

“What are you talking about, Viv, we just moved back here… You haven’t had the time to check any of the guys out. What is wrong with your southern charm?”

“I’m from Colorado.” You stated as the announcer started speaking and the crowd’s cheers intensified.

“From Red Feather Lakes, Colorado,” This was going to be a slap in the face, you just knew it. Your eyes flickered to the entryway where the fighters emerged before shooting right back to the ring. “Standing six foot three, weighing in at 195 pounds, I bring you… Ben Miller!”

Rock music started playing, and forcing your eyes away from the wired fence in front of you, you looked at Ben. You don’t think your brain had quite caught up to what the announcer had said because your eyes nearly bulged at how tall Ben had become. He was over six foot, and not by a slim margin.

Benjamin Miller had grown to be a giant. 

While Deanna and Elise gushed over both Ben and the other fighter as they got ready for their match, your stomach twisted and a bitter taste settled in the back of your throat. Even after all these years, and misplaced teenage anger, old feelings surfaced. Worst timing ever.

The match started and with it, the bloody noses and red faces came, making you wince every time Ben’s opponent landed a hit in. But with each hit he took, Ben hit back, harder. You had heard that he had gone into the military, following his brothers footsteps. The military had taught him well.

He was going at a pretty even pace, listening to what William was shouting from the other side of the cage. You had finally gotten desensitized to the sounds of the punches and was staring into the cage with an unimpressed look on your face. Your initial shock was over, now you were questioning if men really beat each up for a living. Apparently they did.

While the two duked it out in the cage, you could have sworn Will’s eyes connected with yours from across the cage. But he couldn’t have recognized you, could he? It had been years since you had last seen each other.

The Miller boys were seriously fucking with your brain, and you didn’t like it.

“Better make mine a double,” You told Deanna. She was getting the first round of shots, and as a woman who traditionally didn’t do shots, asking for a double was trouble. But after a night of being under the scrutiny of Will, and the brief but most definitely eye contact, moment you had with Ben, you were feeling the need for alcohol.

So while you tried not to wallow in self misery, you listened to Elise talk about her latest sexcapade with a man named Renaldo. In all honesty, you were trying to pay attention, but the most you did was rest your chin in your hand and blankly stare at her while she rambled on.

“So when Jessica called with news, I just…” Deanna came back over with the drinks, and set two shot glasses in front of you. She shimmied her way into the booth next to you and you each picked up and shot.

“Alright, to Elise’s Renaldo, hope that Vivian’s sex life turns around soon, and Tanks hot ass!” Deanna crowed. The three of you clicked your drinks together and knocked back the shots. The alcohol burned its way down your throat, and with a grimace, you set the little glass back on the counter top.

“Whoo! Let’s get this party started!” Elise sang out. Hopefully the alcohol that you had just knocked back would soon help the growing headache you could feel. While Elise and Deanna giggled and gossiped their way through the first hour of the night, you were content to sit there and stew in old memories.

“Ooh! Hotties at one o’clock! There’s a whole group of them!” Deanna chirped next to you. Feeling inclined to lift your gaze to whoever she had spotted. Three men all crowded around the same table, talking with each other… and you knew one of them, and where Will went, Benny always followed. Which meant he was floating around here somewhere… Now was a good time for your second shot…

Grumbling to yourself, your hand reached for the shot you had left waiting an hour ago and you quickly knocked it back.

“Planning on making a move?” Deanna asked, wiggling her eyebrows at you. “Cause I could’ve sworn I caught them looking over here a few times. We have some attention!”

“No,” You said sternly, rubbing your forehead. “Don’t even think about it, Deanna. I did not come here looking for anyone and I am not interested in one night stands or hook ups.”

“It’s called living, Vivian, you should try it some time.” You rolled your eyes at her and turned your gaze to the dance floor where Elise was shimmying with who had to be Renaldo. At least she looked like she was having fun.

“That reminds me, how did you end up dating someone named Tank?” You asked loudly over the music. Deanna waved her hand at you while sipping her latest drink.

“It’s a nickname!” She responded loudly. “He was in the army, you know how those things go!”

No, you did not, but you nodded in agreement anyway. Stirring the melting ice in your ice water, you took a big gulp of it. You never were a fan of alcohol, and certainly didn’t like the effects of it. Hangovers were a bitch and college was a lesson well learned.

“So how serious are they?” You questioned Deanna. “Because the drama I’ve heard through the vine hasn’t been good… and what is it even like dating an MMA fighter?”

“Summer fling?”

“It’s November, Deanna.” You reminded her while tapping your heel on the floor.

“So a Winter fling then, who cares, she’s having fun and that’s what matters.”

“Do you really want to deal with a heart broken Elise at the end of this? Because after her last break, I know for a fact it is going to be a nightmare!” Deanna was waving you off again. There was no point in arguing with her about flings so you let it drop. Picking up your water, you drank the rest of it before gesturing to the back of the bar. “I’m going to go to the bathroom, don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone.”

“I make no promises” Deanna sang. You slipped from the booth, shouldering your purse and keeping it close to your body, you headed for the back of the bar. You had to weave around half drunk patrons and party goers from the MMA matches, and dodge wandering hands from men and woman a like who had one too many drinks already.

“This is exactly why I don’t go to these things.” You muttered while slapping a set of hands away from your ass. Just because your ass looked good in these black jeans, does not mean that the goods were open to touch. Managing to make it to the quieter back, you flittered your into the woman’s bathroom.

It was mostly empty and after you had relieved your bladder, you had space to sidle on up to the counter in front of mirror to wash your hands and redo the red lipstick you had smeared since lunch. Leaning forwards, you untwisted the lipstick tube and reapplied the intense red lipstick.

It had been a bitch to keep your white blouse clean and free of any color, so the fact that you had made it all the way to this hour with it still nice and white was pretty impressive if you must say. Your choice in a black and white outfit this morning hadn’t been planned, but it sure made for an interesting day at the office. You had been dodging pens, flying coffee, and whiteboard markers all day.

At least you looked good in black jeans and a white blouse, no need to run home and change before getting dragged to the MMA matches. You tucked the lipstick back into your purse and took one last look at your makeup from this morning. Other than your lipstick getting smudged off throughout the day, it had survived quite well.

Now you just needed to survive a night at a bar, and hopefully come out with minimal staining on your shirt.

Your heels clicked on the tile as you headed back to the door, and emerging from the woman’s bathroom, you were blasted with the latest song playing over the radio.

“Hey there Vivian! Didn’t know you liked to party!” Your eye twitched as you came to a stop and turned partway on your heel.

“Hi, Glenn,” You said, trying not to sound annoyed by his mere presence. The older man from work came slinking over, beer bottle in his hand. He had a bad habit of flirting with any female he came across and you had the unfortunate circumstance of having an office near his.

“What brings you by?” Glenn asked, leaning against the wall.

“I’m with Deanna and Elise, they convinced me to go to the MMA matches tonight.” You explained shortly, hoping that you could cut this off as quickly as possible.

“MMA, living on the wild side, Vivian,” Glenn said while wiggling his eyebrows. “How bout I buy you a drink? You look like you aren’t having any fun.”

“I think I’ve had enough to drink tonight, but thank you for the offer,” You told him, turning back to the main room.

“Come on, Viv, I won’t talk about work, promise!”

“My answer is no, Glenn, I’m sorry, but I’m not interested.” You took two steps toward the table only to be stopped by a harsh grip on your wrist. Your head snapped around so fast you might have given yourself whiplash as your eyes landed on the meaty fingers holding your wrist captive.

“One drink, don’t tell me you won’t even have one drink.” Glenn huffed. Your gaze narrowed and you tugged at your wrist. He gripped it tighter.

“I said no, Glenn.” You repeated evenly. “Now let me go, and leave me be before you do something you’re going to regret.”

He snorted.

“Are you threatening me?” His grip tightened to the point where you felt pain, that was crossing a line and you were only going to give him one last chance to leave.

“No, I’m telling you that you need to remove your hand from my wrist and leave me alone.” Your even tone only seemed to piss him off more, because a few seconds after you had spoken and his intoxicated brain registered what you had said, he was giving your wrist a hard squeeze. 

Pulling your right hand back, your fingers curled into a fist and you were throwing it forward, nailing Glenn right in the nose. Your wrist was released and he fell straight back onto his ass, dropping his beer and clutching at his now bleeding nose.

“You fucking broke my nose!” Glenn howled, trying to stem the blood dripping between his fingers. It had gotten quiet, the music blaring throughout the bar, but you were more concerned about getting your point across than onlookers.

“Stop bitching, your nose is fine,” You said as you shook your hand out, your knuckles stinging slightly. “That was a warning, Glenn. Don’t push me, because next time? I will break your nose.”

Glenn scrambled to his feet, spitting out curses. His hate filled eyes glared at you as he went to hurry past you, slamming his shoulder into yours as he went. He muttered one last insult before disappearing into the crowd.

“Fucking prude bitch.” Childish name calling. You had hurt his pride and certainly made a fool of him in front of the entire bar. But hopefully he got your point loud and clear.

“Glad to see you didn’t forget how to throw a punch.” Your head twisted to see Will leaning against the end of the bar.

“William,” You greeted before looking down your red knuckles. It had been ages since you had done any boxing, and your knuckles had gone soft.

“William? You only call me that when I’ve pissed you off.” Rolling your eyes, you set your eyes on his. “What’ve I done this time?”

“Hi Will,” You said, readjusting your greeting. “Is that better?”

“Yeah, you still sound pissed off at me and I haven’t seen you since I shipped out.” He said while crossing his arms across his wide chest. You stared at each other for a few seconds more. Will nodded his chin at you. “Why’d you drop off the end of the earth, Viv? You and Benny were inseparable, but then I hear that you two got into a fight and stopped talking. Over a decade is an awfully long time to ignore your other half.”

“He’s not my other half,” You huffed underneath your breath. Will snorted in disagreement.

“Yeah, he is. Don’t argue with me, Vivian, I just want to know what happened.”

“We got into an argument, didn’t speak for the rest of high school. Benny went chasing after you. I got out of Colorado and moved on.” Will had his eyebrow up at you. You sighed and rolled your eyes, pinching your forehead. “I can’t even remember why we were arguing.”

“It was probably over something stupid, like your boyfriend.” You let out a chuckle and shook your head. “Come on, Vivian, my friends have been nagging me since they found out about you, put me out of my misery?”

“Since when do you need to be put out of your misery?” You asked him, your eyebrow popping up.

“I’ll buy you a beer, and don’t refuse, after that punch you deserve one.”

“As long as you’re paying.” You replied, your lips twitching. Will ordered a beer and handed you the bottle before leading you over to his friends. Walking up to them, you eyed Will. “Are all of your friends freakishly big?”

“You’re just tiny, Viv, this is Santiago Garcia or Pope, and Fransisco Morales better known as Catfish,” Will said, gesturing to the two men. “Guys, this is Vivian, my best friend, so stop giving me shit about her.”

“Vivian with the badass punch…” Pope spoke before grinning. “Who taught you how to punch like that?”

“Benny and I did,” Will answered with a wide smile. “Spent an entire summer teaching Viv how to box. Seems it finally came in handy.”

“Glenn flirts with anything that has tits,” You huffed before taking a drink of your beer. “It was only a matter of time before I had to knock him on his ass.”

“So how do you know our boys? Will won’t tell us anything.” Catfish asked, fishing for information. You and Will exchanged looks.

“We were neighbors in Colorado,” You answered. “Been best friends with the Miller brothers since I was in diapers.”

“So why did you split then? You aren’t completely cut off in the army.” Your beer bottle paused on its way to your lips and you found yourself staring off into space, your mind reliving the verbal clash you and Benny had. It was the last time either of you spoke to each other.

“Ben and I got into an explosive argument early on in high school.” You said softly, looking down at your fingers gripping the beer bottle. “It was probably over something stupid like my then boyfriend. Benny never liked any of the boys I dated. Didn’t speak to each other for the rest of school, and haven’t spoken since then.”

“Of course he didn’t like any of your boyfriends,” Will huffed out. “He wanted you all to himself.”

“Hmm,” You sounded, drumming your fingernails on glass. There was no way Benny had ever liked you like that. Not once had he ever indicated that he liked you more than as his best friend. There was also no point in trying to get your hopes up. “If that’s what you want to believe.”

“You think I’m lying, Viv?” Will asked, raising his eyebrow at you. “I know my brother.”

“So do I, Will.” You reminded him. “That’s why I stopped dating.”

“Oh no, you’re much too lovely to be alone, Chiquita.” Pope stated. You shrugged at him.

“It’s easier, can’t get hurt if you don’t get attached.”

“You ever tried drinking your problems away? I know your mother was an alcoholic and that is the last thing I want to see you turn into.” Will asked, concern now on his face. You looked to him and shook your head.

“Getting drunk never chased the tears or memories away, so why bother?” You said before giggling. “My friends like to joke that I’m emotionally constipated. That’s probably true.”

“You are not emotionally constipated, Viv.”

“We’ll agree to disagree,” You said, shrugging before setting your empty beer bottle down. “Haven’t had a relationship since high school and my friends tell me that I need to loosen up, get laid or something along the lines. Hence why they brought me along tonight.”

“You gonna hook up with anyone then? You’ve been getting looks all night, even I know you grew up beautiful, kid.”

“Not a kid anymore, Willy,” You snipped back at him, poking fun at him by using your childhood nickname. He winced at the leering looks from Pope and Catfish. “And no, not my thing. I’m just here to make sure my friends get their Uber without killing themselves. Which reminds me…” You looked down at your watch. “I’ve got to pack those two up, they’ve got a work event tomorrow at twelve.” 

“Work on the weekend?” Pope asked, his eyebrow rising.

“They are in the marketing department.” You explained as you re-shouldered your purse and checked that you had everything. “Weekend gigs are their thing.”

Heading over to the two giggling and clearly drunk woman, you checked their phones and saw that the pre ordered Ubers were less than a minute away.

“Alright, time to go,” You announced, steering them towards the bar doors. Deanna was controllable, Elise, however, was slinging her arm around your neck.

“Viv! You seriously need to find a hot man to date! Haven’t you been single long enough!” She practically shouted in your ear.

“No need to shout, Elise, I can hear you perfectly fine.” You told her while holding the door open for her. “Now, you see that red car? That’s your Uber, she’ll take you home.”

Elise tottered towards the red car while you turned back to Deanna.

“Viv, Viv we haven’t paid our tab,” She slurred, lurching slightly.

“I’m covering it, don’t worry about.” You told her. “Just go home and get some rest, okay?”

Deanna bobbed her head before looking around with wide eyes. When she was drunk, she wasn’t as hard to handle as Elise, which made it far easier to get her home.

“Which—which one is mine?”

“The silver one,” You pointed out, directing her to the next car waiting. “I’ll see you Monday, okay?”

With both Deanna and Elise shipped off to their homes, you went back to the bar and paid for the tab. It wasn’t that bad since the two were more interested in dancing with hot men. Everything had been paid for, and you had left nothing behind, so you started for the doors.

“Hey Viv,” You briefly paused and looked back at the corner the three men were tucked away in. “You gonna leave me your number so we don’t go another ten plus years without talking?”

You studied Will for a moment before pressing your lips together and looking down at your feet. Giving him your number, that meant Benny might have access to it, which meant you might have another explosive fight… which you wouldn’t be able to take.

“I think it might be best if I didn’t, I’d like to leave on good terms.” You spoke out slowly. “It was nice to see you again Will, I’ll see you around.”

You headed for the doors, pulling out your phone to check to see if any remaining Uber’s were in the area.

The three men watched as you quietly left the bar, a cloud of sadness and repression hanging over her head.

“I swear to God if you don’t go after her, Benny, I will.” Pope spoke up, shooting his sulky friend, who had spent the night in a dark corner of the bar, a look. Benny, who had admittedly hidden himself away just so he could watch you relax for the night, rubbed his aching face in indecisiveness.

“Ben,” Will spoke up. “Either you go after her now, or you lose her forever.”

Benny shot his brother a look before lurching to his feet.

“She might break my nose for this.” Benny huffed as he quickly passed his brother and friends.

Squinting at your phone in the darkness of night, you ignored the little dribbles of rain from the skies. All the Uber’s seemed to be in use right now… you could probably go and check Lyft, see anyone is out an about there. Just as you opened the Lyft app, you heard the bar door open and the crunch of gravel. You already knew who it was.

“Seriously Will,” You spoke up before turning halfway around. “I told you that I—“

That wasn’t Will.

Your heart fluttered nervously in your chest while your red lips trembled slightly. You pressed them together to stop their shaking.

“Benny,” You greeted in a whisper.

“Hi Vivian,” Benny responded. “Noticed you didn’t give Will your number, you mad at him too?”

“Mad?” You repeated in question. Letting out a wilted chuckle, you shook your head. “No, not mad, never was, except maybe for like an hour after that conversation.”

“Yeah, but you still stayed away.”

“So did you,” You countered. You were at an impasse once again, and the moody dark skies overhead were only getting worse, the rain drops increasing their pace. “Truth be told, Benny, I can’t even remember why we had that explosive argument. I’m assuming it probably had to do with one of my boyfriends.”

“Probably, I hated all of them.” Benny snorted, shrugging his broad shoulders.

“Which I never understood, Benny, it’s not like they treated me badly,” You said while waving your hand. You really never could figure out why he hated them so much, all your boyfriends had been nice enough and your break ups didn’t hurt nearly as much as when you and Benny had fought and broken your friendship.

“I know, I was a dick and I can’t take that back.” He explained, rubbing jaw. “So if you wanna break my nose, go ahead. I just don’t wanna lose you again.”

Lose me?

“Benny, why did you hate them?” His grey eyes stared into yours like that of a puppy. A six foot three, giant puppy.

“I hated them because I love you, and not like a sister.” Benny admitted. “Fell in love when you drop kicked the older Seamus twin for yanking on Marcie Blake’s pig tails and got suspended. You are a hard girl to forget, Vivian.”

Benny… was in love with you.

You were marching right up to him, and for the second time that night, your fist was flying. Your knuckles stung as they connected with Benny’s jaw, and while his head snapped to the side and he took a step back, you waved out your now really hurting hand, cursing a blue streak.

“I deserved that.” Benny said while wrinkling his nose and tenderly touching it.

“You are the biggest idiot in the world, Benjamin Miller!” You hissed at him, clutching your pulsating hand to your chest. “I’ve loved you since kindergarten, you idiot!”

“What?” Benny asked dumbly, which for a man who had taken all AP courses and was a pretty much a genius, was surprising. Usually he was quick to the draw with his words. Grabbing the front of his KISS shirt with your non injured hand, you yanked the giant down to your level.

“I’ve. Loved. You. Since. Kindergarten. You. Idiot!” You shouted at him, enunciating each word. You then jabbed your finger at the windows of the bar. “Even Will knows!”

“Okay, I’m an idiot, and I forgiven?” He questioned, his grey eyes boring into yours. He certainly had mastered the puppy eyed look in the last decade because you caved instantly beneath his pleading gaze. Your anger melted like ice cream in one hundred degree weather.

“Benny, I forgave you years ago.” You whispered breathlessly.

“Thank fuck,” Benny breathed out before raising his hands and sliding his fingers across your cheeks. His fingers dug into your loose bun and with the skies quickly opening up to a typical Florida storm, Benny pulled your face up and smashed his lips against yours.

Your eyes were instantly falling shut while Benny’s hot lips kissed you with the intention of making up all those years you had missed. His mouth was just as commanding as his gaze and his body pressed against yours seared through your rain soaked blouse. Fingers that had been grasping at fabric loosened and without direction traveled up until you had them sinking into his hair.

Even with Benny towering over you with all his threatening muscles, you never felt safer than you did right now in his arms. You always felt safe with him, that hadn’t changed one bit. He released his hold in your hair and ran his hands down your back, quickly hoisted your body off the ground and further against his chest. Water was collecting your eyelashes and running off the ends, but even with all the rain pouring down Benny wasn’t deterred in the slightest.

He let out a sigh.

“I really wanna keep kissing you, but your shirt is completely see through now and the guys are watching.” Benny mumbled against your lips, moving his own to press a kiss on your nose. You let out small giggle.

“Jealous that they might get a view of the goods?” You countered.

“Fuck yes.” He huffed back. “You’re for my eyes, and my eyes only, Viv.”

“Well I don’t have a shirt to change into and I took a cab here…”

“My place…?” Benny offered.

“Only if you want.” He snorted and dropped you back to your feet before carefully spinning you around and leading you towards the parked cars.

“Yes, I want.” Benny’s muttered words brought a smile to your lips and while he made sure that you were completely hidden by his figure, his hand reached for yours and your fingers tangled together. He led you to his truck and leading you to the passengers side, helped you up into the cab before quickly skirting around the front and getting into the drivers side.

Benny turned the car on and got the heat blasting before reaching around the back of his seat and grabbing a hoodie.

“Put this on.” Your eyebrow popped up at his three worded demand, but you did as he asked because you were cold and wet. But rather than put it on over your wet blouse, your hands reached down for the hem of your soaked white shirt and you pulled it over your head. Benny’s eyes widened as he watched every movement you made, and dropping your wet shirt to the floor, you pulled the soft and warm sweatshirt over your bra.

“Happy?” You asked. Benny blinked at you.

“Damn you look hot wearing my sweatshirt.” Your eyebrow popped up in confusion.

“How? I’m completely covered…” Benny shrugged his shoulders with side grin.

“You don’t have to be showing the goods to be hot, Vivian.” That was… surprisingly mature. Your lips curved upwards into a gentle smile as you propped your elbow on the window and leaned your head into your palm. While Benny started driving, you took a moment to study him. Or at least studied the features you could see in the dark.

He had grown up, but he hadn’t changed, not one little bit. He still had that lovable smile and those glittering eyes filled with mischief. Did his hugs still feel just as safe and comforting as they had in middle school? Would time with him still feel just as effortless as it had when you were kids?

“I can tell you’re thinking hard.” Benny said, glancing at you.

“Just wondering if your hugs would still feel just as safe and comforting as I remember them being. I’ve missed the feeling.” You answered quietly. Benny didn’t automatically respond to your words.

“Fuckkkkkk, babe,” Benny finally sighed out, his fingers wrapping around the steering wheel in a tighter grip. “You are killing me…”

“How?” You asked. Benny came to a stop at a red light and looked at you.

“It is taking all of my will power not to pull over, drag you onto my lap, and hug you right now. If I could keep you in my arms for every second of the day, I would.” You stared at each other until the glow of red turned green, and Benny continued driving. “You can have all the fucking hugs you want, Vivian.”

“Careful, I might exploit that.”

“You won’t hear me complaining.”

It had been a mad dash from where Benny parked to his apartment, and even then you still had gotten soaked with rain by the time the two of you got to the safety of his apartment. Your hair had become wet again and your shivers more pronounced.

“Where did my Colorado girl go?” Benny teased, water dripping from his hair. You sent him a playful glare. “Kidding, come ere’.”

You stepped up to Benny and he reached for the hem of the rain soaked sweatshirt you wore. He pulled it up over your body, leaving you shivering in your bra, before reaching for his own shirt. Benny’s KISS shirt was off his body and thrown to the side, and before you knew it he had his muscular arms wrapped around your body and was tugging against his chest.

A sated moan left your lips the moment his incredibly warm skin touched your chilled one, and you were immediately leaning into his embrace, your own arms reaching up to wrap your own arms around his waist.

“Ohmygod, you’re so warm,” You sighed out, pressing your face into his chest. “That is so unfair.”

“How?” Benny chuckled, his face nuzzling the crown of your hair. “I get to have you this close, seems pretty fair to me.” 

Snorting at him, you shifted your head so your cheek was pressed over the skin covering his heart. It still felt like a dream that he was right here with his arms around your body.

“Next time the two of us get into a fight, can we please just sit down like responsible adults and talk about it?” You asked hoarsely. “Because I can’t go through another decade without you.”

“Promise, but I have a feeling Will would kick my ass if I ever hurt you again.” Giggling, you pulled back and settled your hand on his cheek.

“Good, it’s painful fighting with my best friend.” You said softly while running your thumb along his jaw line. Benny stared down at you with an infectious look of adoration and self-content that made your heart swell with warmth.

“Can I kiss you again?” Your heart, which was already dripping, completely melted.

“You don’t need to ask to kiss me, Benny,” You told him.

“I don’t want to upset you any more than I already have.” Benny said with an indiscernible look in his eye.

“What will upset me is you not kissing me,” You retorted, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

“Well, I can’t have that,” He breathed out, sliding a hand up your side to take your face in hand. He was then swooping in to capture your mouth once more as you giggled. Benny’s mouth was instantly searching for that silent intimacy which burned like wild fire.

Even as your own fingers reached up and tangled in his hair, curling around the strands, you could feel Benny’s wide grin against your lips and the happiness that exuded from every pore in his body.  God this man was adorable, a certified puppy.

With Benny’s hand pressing into your back, you felt his fingers softly tailing over your muscles and tracing your spine. Shuddering in his arms from both the feel of his mouth and his touch you would have completely melted if there hadn’t been a crack of thunder that rattled your bones. While you jumped in place, startled by the sudden noise, the lights in Benny’s apartment flickered and turned off.

Benny groaned against your lips before leaning his head back with a sigh.

“You have got to be kidding me.” He complained, letting out most dramatic moan you had ever heard. Laughing, you stroked your fingers down his jaw.

“This happen a lot?” You asked, giving Benny a soft, reassuring smile.

“On occasion,” Benny huffed out, his annoyance still clear on his face despite the lack of light. “Manager has been telling us that they’ll get the wires fixed but in reality he’s just bull shitting us tenants into freezing our asses off during the winter.”

“Think positively, Ben,” You reminded him with a teasing grin. “It means you get to keep me warm with your body heat.” 

He blinked down at you for a moment. Then a sly smirk was stretching across his lips.

“You’re a naughty woman, Vivian.” Benny said as your grin turned devious.

“Naughty woman is also cold,” You ever so helpfully added.

Hook. Line. Sinker.

For a six foot three man build of solid muscle, he sure moved silently and quickly. You were lifted up against his chest and Benny was swiftly moving through his apartment. You didn’t know how he could see through the darkness, but he made it to his bedroom without trouble and deposited you on his bed.

You let out another laugh before finding it smothered by his hungry lips. While your hands held his face and your fingers slowly slipped into his hair, your lips eagerly fed Benny’s ravenous ones. His hands slipped down your naked sides and then fingers loped in the belt loops of your jeans. Benny unapologetically jerked on the belt loops, lifting your hips up so your waists clashed together.

Your lips separated as you softly groaned and pressed your head back into bedsheets. Good lord this man felt divine and you both still had pants on. Benny let out a chuckle, dipping his head down and running his sinful lips along your neck, his fingers slowly stroking the skin just above your jeans.

“Benny,” You moaned out, dragging one of your hands through his fluffy locks and down his neck. “Stop teasing,”

Teeth scraped against your neck and hot breath tickled your chilled skin while Benny’s mouth made sure every inch of your neck got a taste of his teasing. You squirmed beneath him, your body arching into his while your fingers dug into the planes of his shoulders.

“D’you know how many years I’ve been dreamin’ about this? About you?” Benny murmured, running his lips along your collar bone. “M’ bein’ thorough.”

“Thorough my ass,” You huffed out. “You can pick me apart later. Right now I am so wet I feel like I need to scream, fix that before I fix it myself.”

Benny paused for a second and looked you in the eye, his eyebrow raised. You gave him a look that only made the smirk on his face widen. But Benny didn’t leave you hanging and pulled back, his fingers slipping down your body to the buttons of your jeans. Your eyes remained connected with his as he unbuttoned your jeans and as Benny started pulling them down your legs, you lifted your hips.

As the black jeans were pulled from your legs, you wiggled your ankles in his grasp, loving the way his hands felt against your skin. With your jeans dropped to the floor, Benny started working on his own to which you happily enjoyed watching every little movement. Your eyes watched his hands push his jeans down his hips and as Benny kicked his jeans to the side you raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘continue’. Benny, being the teasing ass he was, took his sweet damn time and when he was finally naked you could have sworn you started drooling.

But your view disappeared quickly as Benny was back on you, tugging on your own underwear. You didn’t even have time to feel self conscious about your body because Benny had your underwear off your body and disappearing faster than you could blink. At least the power was out which meant he could only see so much. While your skin prickled from the cold air, Benny dipped down and pressed his lips against your knee and then up your inner thigh as he traveled his way up your body.

Benny’s nose brushed across your pelvic bone and you twitched in place while letting out a small squeal when he lazily flicked his tongue threw your folds.

“Benny!” You gasped out, your back arching off the bed for a moment. Benny let out a chuckle and pressed one last sweltering kiss to your hip before moving on. His eyes met yours once more.

“Come on, Viv, I just wanted a taste.” Benny teased, swiping his tongue across his lower lip. You didn’t even have time to be flustered because Benny’s hands slipped around your sides and unhooked your bra. You were completely naked in seconds and Benny’s mouth was back on yours. You were melting like Icarus’s wings beneath sinfully addictive lips and yet you couldn’t help but fly closer to the sun.

Your hands slipped across Benny’s shoulders and you tugged him closer. Benny’s own hands started running across your body, exploring the curves and dips until you were shivering in anticipation rather than chill.

“Would you fuck me already?” You huffed out against his lips. Benny’s lips curved against mine and his hands slipped across your skin until he was gripping your hips.

“Pushy, pushy,” Benny teased you and you scowled at him, but your scowl didn’t stay on your face for long. With a few quick shifts of your bodies, Benny was sliding himself into you all too easily. The breath rushed out of your body in seconds as your body took every single inch Benny had to offer all to easily. His hands slid upwards once more, so slowly in fact that a small whine slipped from your lips. Benny was quick to remedy by cupping the side of your face and sealing his mouth back over yours.

You were happy to return the nips and tugs, chasing after Benny’s kisses with sharp ones of your own. Your bodies seemed to melt together and that heat you so wanted now burned in your body, rather than against your skin. Benny’s lips finally separated from your lips and trailed down your neck, he reached your chest and sealed his lips over a nipple. You gasped and grabbed fistfuls of his hair.

Benny’s mouth was torture and between his hot lips and his cock repeatedly thrusting into your body, you were quickly squirming beneath Benny’s body. You hadn’t been lying when you said you were wet and Benny was taking care of your need more than adequately. Sliding your fingers through his hair, you shifted a hand down his neck and began digging your nails into his back.

You were probably leaving marks, but then again, Benny was leaving marks on your breasts like a man on a mission to stake his territory. You jerked in place again, this time feeling electricity fire through your veins when Benny managed to hit a spot within you that made your back arch straight off the bed. Breathing heavily and knowing you were close to the pleasure you both wanted, you pushed Benny’s further against your skin and closed your eyes.

You listened to the sounds coming from him and only felt yourself becoming more alive from them. Benny let out a groan, shifting his head so his lips were now pressed against your neck. Benny’s thrusts started to falter and with one final one that you felt straight to your spine, you both passed and groaned in an ecstasy of shivers and warmth.

Benny’s body partially slumped against yours and you began stroking your fingers through his hair, out of breath. Despite the cold temperature of the room, you felt like you were sweltering from the inside out.

“Vivian,” Benny groaned against your neck. “Why do you have to be so fuckin’ perfect?”

You snorted at his words.

“I’d argue with you but I’m really tired at the moment.” Benny hummed against your skin.

“Tired? Well you better rest up sweetheart because I am only just getting started.” You moan at the thought because if Benny was thinking what you were pretty sure he was thinking, you were in for a long night.

Last night had been equal parts over-whelming and satisfying. You weren’t sure how many rounds you and Benny had partook, but by the end you were exhausted and content to fall asleep in his arms. Which you had. Come morning you found yourself tucked away in his bed, by yourself. At some point you were vaguely aware of Benny getting up and tucking the blankets around your body to save off the chill.

No you were on your back staring at the ceiling and trying to decide if you wanted to get out of your little bubble of heat for the heavenly scent of freshly brewed coffee. Worth it. Sighing out, you dragged the covers away from your body and moved yourself into a sitting position. Looking down at yourself, you didn’t even have the energy to be embarrassed by the number of marks on your skin from Benny’s mouth. He was possessive by nature.

Standing up, you found that Benny had picked up your discarded clothes and neatly folded and placed them on his dresser. The first thing you did was pull on your underwear, but that was the extend of your clothing you bothered to wear. No, you wanted to stay comfortable so you raided Benny’s dresser until you found a nice soft shirt you could wear. You pulled the shirt on over your head and ventured out of the bedroom to get a cup of coffee.

Benny’s apartment wasn’t large and it was easy to find the kitchen, so while you made a bee line for the coffee maker and started fixing yourself a mug, you started picking up on the fact that there were voices coming from the living room. At least you recognized the voices from last night.

Stirring in the creamer into your coffee, you walked from the kitchen to the living room entrance and leaned against the wall. Will, Pope, and Catfish were over, and no doubt giving Benny shit just because that’s what military men did to each other.

“No, that’s—“ Benny sighed from where he sat on his couch, rubbing his chin.

“She flat out punched you in the face, man.” Catfish snorted while shaking his head. “Was that before or after you cleared things with her?”

“Before,” You spoke up before Benny could respond. Four heads swirled you way and you couldn’t help but enjoy the way eyes bulged out of their sockets. Catfish at least pulled down his hat while his cheeks turned red. Flickering your eyes to Will you saw him with his eyes closed and knew he was probably counting to ten in his head. Pope was just blatantly staring.

“Vivian,” Benny groaned out.  You held up your free hand as you took a sip of your coffee.

“I’m gonna stop you there, Ben,” You told him before addressing the others. You gestured to your face. “The amount of fucks I currently give about my current state of dress is at zero, we can further address it after I’ve had my coffee.”

“I knew I liked her when I met her,” Catfish mumbled, keeping his gaze glued to the floor. Pope let out a snort and then grinned, slapping Benny on the shoulder from where he sat adjacent to him in the lounge chair.

“You know how to pick em’, Benny.” Benny sighed before holding out a hand. You walked over and plopped yourself across his lap, careful not to spill any of your coffee. While sipped your coffee and leaned against Benny’s chest, he placed a hand on your thigh and started stroking your skin with his thumb.

“I’m going to assume you two made up and everything is okay?” Will asked, rubbing his forehead. You and Benny glanced at each other.

“Well considering that Benny now knows he’s been an idiot, yes, I think so.” You stated, giggling slightly as Benny gave your neck a little bite at your jab. You huffed. “Don’t bite me! You know I am right, Benjamin Miller!”

Benny sighed into your neck and you took that as a sign of defeat and smiled before reaching up with your free hand and patted his hair.

“Now that-that is clear, I think I’d like to get to know your friends a little better.”

“You’ll have no arguments there, they haven’t shut up about you since they arrived.” Benny said, continuing to trail his fingers over your leg. Your eyebrow popped up and with a smile, you wrapped your arm around his neck, turning back to the two men, eager to get to know them.

Date Published: 7/3/22

Last Edit: 7/3/22

[ahedderick]

Chicks? Yet?

I approached LB with great anticipation this morning. G-e-n-t-l-y lifted her wing while she grumbled and fluffed her feathers. It would be cool to get chicks for My Birthday, wouldn't it??

No luck, yet. I've been in "any minute, now" mode for fours days. LB is heartily sick of me checking on her, but she continues to accept bribes of strawberries, corn, and slugs. The difficulty is that the kids and I are heading west tomorrow. All the way to Minnesota, where my brother, sil, and niece live! The chick pen is all set up, with a chick-sized feeder and waterer and mama-sized ones. A dog box full of straw, chain-link fence to keep critters OUT and chicken wire to keep little ones IN. If they don't hatch by tomorrow morning, I guess my husband will get to move them.

She's setting SO many eggs; even if the ones around the edges don't hatch she'll still have a lot of chicks. I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do with a bunch of extra chickens. However, for now, getting them hatched, moved, and raised is enough to worry about.

I am 55 today. My son took some cute pictures of me last week for an art brochure, and if he ever gets them off his camera and gives them to me it will be a nice present.

Anyhow, you probably won't hear much from me from the 23rd to the 27th. I will, I hope, be frolicking on the prairie.

[sunsetofdoom]

Finally one of these days I get to this before @man--eater does; consider yourself TAGGED, my friend

“Fuck’s sake, Stolas, come on,” Blitzo stepped around him and walked along the path until he could see through the roses. They were somewhere along the perimeter of the garden- he could see the fence that divided the rose garden from the humid green mass that lay beyond. In front of the fence was a single, lonely-looking sunflower, bright yellow and tall; its ordinary cheerfulness was actually kind of refreshing after so long in the dignified, stately rose garden. “The seed must have blown in from the cook’s garden,” Stolas fretted. “I can’t believe Mr. Way missed it for so long, but he’ll have it out by the roots now that the flower’s open... Oh, the poor thing, it’s all alone- I can’t bear it.” He took one nervous step, and then stopped at the edge of the path. “Okay,” Blitzo said, fed up. He couldn’t do much for this neurotic, lonely idiot, but he could do this. “Okay. Hang on. Fuck’s sake,” he groused to himself as he stepped off the path and nudged his way through the bushes. “Fucking bird and his fucking flowers.” This he muttered in an undertone as he knelt down at the base of the sunflower, grabbing the knife that he always kept in his boot (and if the prince happened to see him grab it, how cool was that, huh. He was the kind of guy that always had a knife on him, not just some pansy dresser) and sawed at the base of the plant. The stem was thick, but he sliced through it pretty neatly, and he held up the flower. It was almost as tall as he was; thinking again, he trimmed the stem down until it was just longer than his arm.   He fought his way back through the rosebush, and bowed at the shoulders. “Your Highness,” he said with mocking gravity, holding out the sunflower. The silence stretched a little too long. Afraid his joke hadn’t gone over well, Blitzo checked, cheating out of his bow. Stolas stood in the center of the pathway, a rose-colored blush shining through his pale grey feathers. He was stock-still, his eyes darting from the flower, to Blitzo, and back again.  Blitzo held it out further. He didn’t want the thing. Eventually, Stolas reached out a hesitant hand and wrapped his delicate white glove around the sunflower stem, heedless of the dirt. He pulled it up close to his chest, and it looked almost comical, the cartoonishly cheerful flower held up against his tight-laced dignity.

Passing it on to @nyxofdemons, @goddessofcoloredpencils, obviously this means you Sleeps, @blitzwhore and @cringefailvox

[aspiringtrashpanda]

Did you know the Salem Witch Trials memorial was raised in 1992, and the last convicted witch (Elizabeth Johnson Jr.) was officially exonerated in 2022 when the imprisonments and executions happened in 1692? Wild. Find the prompt list HERE.

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DAY 19 Prompt: Solomon Additional tags: Solomon's morally grey past, regret, angst

Twelve brisk steps from the wooden slats of the outdated square house, Solomon finds himself fenced in by a stone wall. The structure creeps just higher than his waist, and though the grout has begun to crumble between uneven edges and lopsided bricks formed through nature’s touch, the absence of any moss speaks of reverent care.

Satisfactory, Solomon decides, a solemn gaze sweeping over slabs of granite benches basked in dappled evening light. They could still do better, though. The rectangle of emerald sod, housing the oaks that protected engraved memories from too much exposure, remains well-kept and manicured, but a lack of real heart thrums within the memorial.

He supposes it is for good reason. 

Two long strides to the right, a daisy for Sarah. The knobs of the stems irritate Solomon’s palm, catch on his fingers as he makes his rounds. A larkspur for Martha. An aster for Susannah and a daffodil for Alice. 

“God knows I am innocent–” He reads aloud, his free hand tracing the truth that had been silenced with a rope. The stone says nothing in return, the wind still and lifeless. Though silvery strands had guided him mere moments ago, they now hang limp into his eyes, a constant reminder of the toes that dangled mere inches from safety. 

Salem haunts Solomon, a specter over his shoulder, a poltergeist in his coffee mug. Each sip turns the dark liquid crimson, sluggishly snaking down the ceramic to drip into the shallow graves at the foot of Gallows Hill. 

If he hadn’t–

If Ann hadn’t seen–

If only he had turned to face her, revealed himself to be the local apothecary, then perhaps the girls would never have picked up the hammer of injustice. When boredom is as potent a malady as smallpox, then hysteria is quick to spread.

The Putnam garden looms in his memory, lush with sage and elderberry, chamomile and marigold. He could have knocked, could have asked permission. Alas, a tonic from the previous night had rendered him haphazard, and a quick spell snipped the stems in favor of brevity. A dark shawl shielding bloodshot eyes from the morning sun, all Solomon had considered was the feather down of his bed. 

He had heard the gasp, the shriek of the young girl, the shrill demand to explain the impossible dissection of her garden without a spade in sight. Yet, he had fled, a nameless ghost of midnight rags billowing around him, his frame imperceptible.

The strike of the gavel wakes him in the middle of the night more often then he’d like. 

Solomon knows he is imperfection personified. Humanity he loved, he had lost, and though he shoulders their burdens, he cannot wash the blood from his hands. 

A thorn pricks his skin as he places a black rose beside Bridget’s date of birth, date of death. He lets the tiny incision leak ancient red into the curve of her initial. 

 It will not bring her back, but perhaps it will ease her spirit to know she lives on in his regrets. 

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The Salem Witch trials were actually bonkers. Check out the memorial site for more info.

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Books and Roses - Part 2 (Hunter x GN! Reader)

Summary: You and Hunter go on your beach date where your feelings are brought out into the open.

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: Going to put an 18+ and MDNI on this one since it gets a bit heated towards the end.

Part 1

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“Tell me that isn’t the best caf you have ever had,” you said, strolling by Hunter’s side as you left the beachside cafe. As you both walked, occasional squeaks from above caught your attention, and you watched the tiny specks swoop and vault in the open blue. 

“I’ve had fresh caf before, but that… how did they get it to taste so good?” Hunter replied. 

“I know! Must be a secret of theirs.” Taking the lead, you navigated the twisting fences until you reached the stone steps and the beach at the bottom. The sand squished and moulded around your shoes until you found your stride. 

“A secret that needs uncovering,” Hunter said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “It would be quite the adventure.” 

You let out a theatrical gasp and met his playfulness head on. “A new page for the folklore of Pabu,” you considered. “The Legend of the Fresh Caf. Will these two daring heroes find the secret of making the freshest cup of caf in the galaxy, or will they be consumed by their search, lost on a desolate planet?” 

A smoky laugh shot from Hunter, enrapturing your senses. Your own beam slipped into an adoring smile, and all you knew was that you wanted to make him chuckle like that again. To hear that enchanting sound until you could play it on repeat in your head. 

“As long as I was stuck with you, I wouldn’t mind,” he admitted. 

“Is that so?” you replied. 

Hunter nodded, and a surge of warmth rose from your cheeks to the tips of your ears. You turned away, grateful for the cooling touch of the coastal breeze. 

The tide washed in to soak the edges of the beach before hurrying out again in churning rolls of foam, whispering and crashing against the late morning. The birds overhead observed the shifting sea intently. Their keen eyes trailed the ripples before they dropped below the surface at breakneck speed and emerged seconds later, fish in their beaks and saltwater droplets shivering from their dusky feathers. 

“It’s so empty down here,” Hunter commented. “I thought it would have been busier.”

“It usually is in the afternoon, but there are certain times of the day when it’s quieter,” you said. “Evenings can be quite pleasant on this part of the island. I used to live close by, so when it was calm, I’d come here to read.”

He took in a lungful of air and the salty scent of seaweed filled his nostrils, mingling with the dry, woody aroma blowing from the hillside forest nearby. “I can’t believe I never asked you this before, but what’s your favourite folktale?” 

“Oh, that’s a difficult one.” You clicked your tongue, ruminating on a story that had enthralled you until you were powerless to do anything but bask in it. You knew exactly which tale you wanted to recount, but a tinge of embarrassment crept into your resolve. “Okay, I will be totally honest with you about this, but you have to promise not to laugh because it’s really mushy.”

The clone placed his hand over his heart in solemn assurance and prompted you to continue. 

Once you were convinced he’d keep his vow, you began your story. “When Pabu came into being, there was no light. Initially, the inhabitants thought little of it, confident in their ability to navigate the dark, but they soon discovered that it housed deadly creatures. These monsters waited for years, learning about the dwellers and building their strength before they unleashed their attack. They tore residents from their homes and left their bodies in the streets, taking some into the shadows where they were never heard of again.

“On the third day, the creatures chased two lovers up a mountainside. When the pair reached the top, they realised they were stuck. They could either wait to get eaten or jump. But instead of looking down into the gaping jaws of fate, they looked up into the nothingness above them and gave themselves up to the sky to become the sun and the moon. Their light killed the creatures and Pabu was saved.” 

Hunter released the breath he’d been holding. The stars themselves could have fallen and cracked around you both, but he would have remained unaware. His eyes fixed on you, on your lips as you spoke, on the wistful glimmer on your features as you told your tale and he was lost. He didn’t even want to fight it anymore. Why push away the serenity that filled him, that kindly presented him with little pockets of respite from his troubled past? His brothers were free to tease him endlessly if they wished so long as he got to spend every day with you. 

You stopped by the cliff base for some shade and handed him a bottle of water from your backpack, sipping on your own drink and completely oblivious to the crescendo of adoration growing within the man beside you. “That’s why there are so many lanterns on the island and why everybody turns on their lights as the sun is setting. It’s the island’s way of thanking the sun for protecting us during the day and to encourage the moon to shine and keep us safe during the night.” 

A rush of the tide resonated and when Hunter offered nothing in response, you turned to face him. If all the love in the universe suddenly vanished, you found it in his eyes, looking right at you. 

“That’s… that’s a very sweet story,” he managed to get out, his voice catching. He drank multiple mouthfuls of water, hoping it would soothe the dry rasp that grated in his throat. 

You sat down on the cool, gritty sand and patted the space next to you, inviting him to join you. 

He found a comfortable spot and settled himself down, focusing on the rhythm of the waves. “Omega would love this place, especially with all the coves for her to explore,” he said, pointing out a cave entrance he’d noticed along the rugged coastline. “And my brothers would probably enjoy the quiet. They’ve been asking to meet you.” 

“They want to meet me?” you asked, intrigued. “Why?”

“Because they got curious about me spending so much time at the library, and Omega told them about you. Wrecker convinced the others to sneak up a few days ago.” 

“And they saw us sat outside?”

“Yeah.” 

An amused chuckle escaped your lips, and you quickly smothered it with the back of your hand. 

“I will make sure they apologise to you,” he promised. “They shouldn’t have been spying and-”

“Hunter.”

“No, they should apologise. I-”

“Hunter,” you said, lighter, shuffling closer in a moment of confidence and silencing his concerns. “They don’t need to. No harm done. They were probably just worried about you.” 

His face still held the irritated notion that his brothers had spied on you both in those tentative, vulnerable moments, but as you delicately traced his skull tattoo, every annoyed crease vanished. 

“We’ve been dancing around this, haven’t we?” he said, encouraging you closer. 

“Perhaps a bit,” you shrugged. “But that’s part of the fun, right?” 

A brief hum tickled his throat as he nuzzled your nose and cradled your head. The scent of caf lingered on him, and lifting your chin, he whispered his lips over yours before he redoubled his efforts and deepened the kiss. 

He drew back to admire every inch of you and the sprinkle of stubble on his cheeks gently grazed your face before he dived in again, hungry and impatient. He slowed for a second to tease you, to have you whimpering for more before he wrapped his arm around your waist to bring you flush against him. 

Your body begged to venture that bit further, but your lungs screamed for air. You reluctantly separated from him and pressed your forehead to his. “Hunter…”

“I love hearing you say my name,” he whispered as he began planting delicate pecks down the side of your neck. 

A delicious laugh broke through your parted lips and he delighted in the sound, peppering open-mouthed kisses along your skin to elicit the same response. He got to your shoulder, and you guided his head back up, admiring the flecks of muted grey in the brown of his eyes. Tucking the loose strands of hair behind his ear, you kissed the tip of his nose. “We still have a lot of the beach to cover and our picnic,” you said. “If you like, we can find somewhere the watch the sunset later, and afterwards…” A brief smirk lit up your features and Hunter arched an eyebrow. 

“Afterwards?” he prompted. 

“You could come back to my apartment. I may not make the freshest caf on Pabu, but it’s still pretty good.” 

Hunter rose to his feet and helped you to yours, brushing the sand off you both. “How could I resist an offer like that?” he grinned, fingers lacing with yours as you stepped out of the shade and into the bright sunlight to continue your leisurely stroll.

As you pointed out landmarks and shared more stories, his mind overflowed with new date ideas. He realised, with serenity flooding his heart and a soothing sense of peace guiding him, that this was the beginning of the life he’d always wanted. 

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