#his laugh is so contiguous

[miscellaneoussmp]

I just realized that Jungryeok basically speedran the qsmp experience today:

-got jumpscared by an admin, then immediately started begging for stuff (in this case, millions of coins for the house building task)

-immediately became besties with Etoiles

-adopted an egg, became attached real quick (gender fuckery included, he's Chunsik's mom :D)

-threatened divorce (he and Acau aren't anywhere close to married)

-had some amazing translator mess ups, which led to some absolutely hilarious screenshots

-killed two people

-nearly died multiple times

-started teaching people swears, then got told not to swear

-learned how to swear in Spanish and French

-peaked his mic while learning said swears

-showed off a frankly impressive talent (Jungryeok can beat box?!?! <- the qsmpblr community)

-robbed at least two people (Acau and Cellbit iirc)

-could immediately tell when the admin for his egg changed

-built a house (it's purple!)

I think all Jungryeok is missing is a hatred for the Federation, a traumatic event that fundamentally changes him as a person, and learning Portuguese swears? Correct me if I'm wrong, though.

[luveline]

so first I would just like to say I love your writing and if it's alright I have a request Sirius x reader who comes off as confident and flirty but the moment Sirius does anything about it they just shut down and their face goes red

thanks for reading and your request!! ♡ late 90s AU,

cw reader can physically blush !��

"See you later, handsome," you say cheerfully, hand on the doorway, head poking into the living room. 

Sirius looks up from his hand of cards, knowing you're talking to him, and glares. "Where do you think you're going?" 

"I have work in the morning, I have to go sleep. I know you'll miss me, Siri, but these things come to pass." 

James snorts a laugh and Remus reaches out to steady his drink seconds before Sirius knocks the table standing up. Dark hair falling into his eyes, Sirius climbs over his friends' knees and meets you at the door. "Come on, I'll walk you to your car," he says. 

Your pulse jumps in response to his sudden closeness, but thankfully you retain your cool. Together, you walk out of Lily's flat, down the metal steps, footsteps grinding rust and popping puddles. You'd hoped he'd speak first, but Sirius seems content to walk in the quiet with you. 

"Did you like the CD?" you ask. 

"I did. Hey, the girls… well, Marl said you had to do that on a computer, and it must've taken you ages." 

You burned him a playlist of love songs, some subtle, most less so. It was a joke, sure, but a joke that took hours and hours of time and a lorry load of patience. You'd drawn hearts all over the slip cover, and wrote his name in perfect font on the CD itself. 

"It didn't take that long. I'm great with technology," you brag. 

Sirius smiles at you. "I know you are, dove." 

Your foot slips off of the pavement. Strong hands are quick to save you, curling around your arms bruisingly tight and pulling you back up again on proper footing. "Careful," he murmurs, sounding tender. 

You feel your heart again, the contiguities you share burning hot and the space between you impossibly small. You look up into his face, Sirius looking down, the perfect curve of his bottom lip like a siren call that pulls you in, yanks you near enough, your brain begging you to ask him even as you begin to melt. 

Sirius frowns. "What, did you hurt yourself?" 

"I– no," you explain, a mumbled stammer you know you will never, ever live down. 

Sirius turns smug slowly. You watch it happen in horror, the inching of his eyebrows, the way his chin tilts ever so slightly upward. He looks down his nose at you, his hands relaxing where they'd been melding the soft fat of your upper arms, fingertips meandering down the length of your arm to your cold hand. 

"You aren't embarrassed, are you? You only tripped."

You shake your head uselessly, unable to speak. There's flirtation, and then there's this, the reality that Sirius could kiss you, that you want him to, and that he might want it more. 

"You're blushing," he says. 

"Am I?" you ask morosely. 

He raises a hand to your cheek, feeling the heat of your flushed skin in his palm with the practised ease of someone who's pictured doing it a hundred times before. 

"And you're awfully quiet." 

A breath shudders out of you without permission, eyebrows lightly creased. You're waiting to see what he'll do. 

"Relax," he says finally, the intense cadence of his voice replaced by a sweeter concern, "it's alright. I didn't mean to make you so nervous, dove. I was teasing, but… I think I might've gone too far."

You shake your head. His hand slides down to your neck. 

"No? Good. Let's get you back to your car in one piece, yeah? It's a good thing I came, really, or the next time I thought about kissing you I might have to picture you with two missing front teeth." 

Your laugh comes out choked. Sirius sighs fondly, nudging you in the direction of your car. 

"Come on. I won't tell anyone you're a fraud, by the way." His hand settles at the small of your back. "Your secret is safe with me." 

You'd say thanks if you had the wherewithal, but his constant touching distracts any sense. 

[according2thelore]

hi! Been seeing some of ur es/ls fics here and do you have a master linkcfor all of r writing? I really want to find the very dirst one and read from there and get with ur wonderful lore/plot!

hi!

consider this the official ES/LS verse masterlist! i will try to be diligent about updating it, but apologies if i miss anything!

(for those that are new [ hi! :) ], ES = early seasons, LS = late seasons, this is a time travel AU that i've been working on where early seasons (ES) sam and dean end up at the bunker with late seasons (LS) sam and dean)

first official one!

age gap

ES thirsting over LS brothers

finding out LS!Bros are together

making references

talking about john winchester

ES!Dean noticing LS!Sam's "pockmarks"

ES!Sam jealousy (ficlet)

ES!Dean not knowing how to help LS!Sam

discussing ES!Sam and ES!Dean

ES!Sam's thoughts on their life

making references (ficlet)

ES!Dean yearning (ficlet)

the steak one (ficlet)

sam runs away

meeting their friends

taking the spark plugs out of cars

first hunt (ficlet)

foursome (ficlet)

LS!Boys set up ES!Boys (ficlet)

ES!Dean wants to dote

ES!Sam feeling like the last choice

mommy ES Dean vs LS Dean

ES!sam gets injured (ficlet)

showing off sexually for ES!Sam

ES!Sam insecurity

ES!Dean/LS!Sam kissing and resulting drama (ficlet)

how are LS!Sam&Dean similar to John

LS!Boys set up confession with ES!Sam (ficlet)

not stealing firsts

first LS!Sam jealousy

proposing a foursome (ficlet)

unsympathetic LS!Sam

sequel to LS!Boys set up confession

ES!Boys dealing with LS!Boys' conflict

ES!Sam notices the no samulet on LS!Dean

ES!Sam finds The Voicemail (ficlet)

@/whoopsitswincest and i chatting about the verse

LS!Sam jealousy Pt. 2 (ficlet)

ES!Dean being adoring of LS!Sam and LS!Sam is a mess about it (ficlet)

ES!Sam calling LS!Sam "pathetic" (ficlet)

ES!Boys are together, but LS!Boys are not

LS!Sam has a nightmare (ficlet)

deans getting protective over both sams negative feelings about each other (ficlet)

ES!Dean & LS!Sam "come talk to me when ES!YouTwo find it out" (ficlet)

ES!&LS!Brothers & apologies

omegaverse bonus!

a little text break bc tumblr won't let me make this one contiguous list for some reason?

ES!Sam asks LS!Dean what ES!Dean likes in bed (ficlet)

cas brings up the demon blood to ES!Sam

ES!Dean makes LS!Sam laugh and LS!Dean does not take it well (ficlet)

anon writes in about LS!Boys date night/dancing

ES!Sam&LS!Sam talk about dean's habits and ES!Dean&LS!Dean talk about sam's habits (ficlet)

[ongoing]

i don't have a hard-and-fast masterlist, but i collect the things i write under the tag #lizzy writes (linked here), and that includes things like things i've written in the tags or as additions to other posts!

thank you so much for asking!!! :) i hope you have fun scrolling through the (frankly embarrassing) amount of fic i've got loaded up for this verse!

-lizzy <3

[frieschan]

QUERENCIA, chapter 2.5

(n.) where one feels home ; the place where you are your most authentic self

pairing - hybrid! ot7 x bunny hybrid! male! reader

genre - 18+, college au, hybrid au, fluff, eventual angst, eventual smut, humour

summary - you, a rabbit hybrid away from home to study, run into a group of surprisingly friendly and calm (also very attractive) predators who are a pack and live together suddenly run into your life like a bulldozer. the dull days of your life may turn into days of joy and laughter, or will the days turn into gloom and a sad everafter?

warnings (this chapter) - smol bit of angst but ends fluffy, not beta-read

word count - tba

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Jungkook woke sluggish and tired. He ended up sleeping at 5 am because of staying up all night playing overwatch with his good friend Minho, right now he was starting to regret that. The wolf sat up on his bed and reached to his bed-side table to grab his phone and water bottle. He unlocked his phone with the right hand, while the left was used for taking sips from his bottle to remove the uncomfortable dryness in his throat. As he unlocked his phone, he noticed that the apartment sounded eerily quiet, compared to the usual loud yells from Jin and the contiguous laughs of Jimin and Hobi. He quickly put his bottle next to him on the bed and opened up the messaging app.

Now in Taehyung's perspective, he looked at you from the outside side of the cafe where he was sat. You looked adorable with your cute little chubby cheeks hidden under the gray hood of your hoodie. He watched as you sip on your what looks like.. a chocolate oreo milkshake? Even your choice of drink was cute.

He decided to build up the confidence and walked into the store. He looked at you for a few seconds before approaching your table with a determined smile. You give the Tiger Hybrid a questioning look and raised brow, but sure that he wouldn't do anything bad. He looked to be around your age, a young undoubtedly handsome, tiger hybrid that any girl or guy would swoon for. He had dark brown hair, dark as in you could only tell it was brown if he was under a certain lighting or if you were close enough. He had 3 beautiful moles, perfect honey tan skin, eyes that were unique, well structured face, pink and adorable lips, he was both handsome and beautiful.

"Hey excuse me, I was wondering if I could get your number? You're really cute" Taehyung asked politely, catching you by surprise with his question. Did this god-crafted man just ask you on a date? Was the deity up there blessing you with these mouth wattering men? Why? Well you weren't about to lose this opportunity, but you weren't about to just give someone you didn't know your personal information. You were better than that.

You blushed at his offer "Well, I'd at least want to get to know you first."

"Then, would you like to sit with me at my table?"

You smile and agreed, following him to his table outside while bringing your milkshake and bag. When you reached the table, Taehyung pulled up a chair for you like a gentleman, him sporting a smile and looking at you expectantly. You smile back and muttering a Thank-You before taking the seat, him pushing the seat in before taking his own seat, in front of you. You put down your milkshake onto the table and look at his drink of choice. He had a half-eaten croissant, and what looked like.. Hot chocolate with cute art on top? Now that is an adorable choice.

"So, tell me about yourself, My attention is yours." He asked, putting up his elbow on the table and letting his chin rest on his palm, keeping each and every ounce of his attention on you. He was absolutely charming, you had to give him that.

"Well, I'm Y/N, 22, student at UoS, ballet student and I do ice-skating as a hobby. I swing the other way and I really reallyy like sweets."

"I see, nice to meet you Y/N-ssi. I'm Taehyung, but you can call me Tae or V, 23, same University, I like playing the saxophone, started liking men recently also. I also... don't like coffee."

You chuckle at his last remark before your phone started ringing. You look at him embarrassed and he nods at you, silently telling you that it's alright for you to take it. You take a quick glance at the name, seeing it as one of your good friends, Youngji the chaos wrecker.

As you were talking to Youngji you didn't notice Taehyung going on his phone and taking a quick photo of you and sending it to their groupchat.

As you clicked the Stop Call button, you glanced up to see Taehyung looking down in shame with big guilty eyes and furrowed eyebrows. He was no longer holding the confident and laid-back pose he had and now has a pose that a child would have when they were caught guilty.

"Is everything alright, hyung?" You put your hand onto the table in a comforting manner, reaching out to him but only if he would meet you half-way.

"I took a photo of you without your consent and sent it to my pack.." He whispered enough just for you to hear, he took a small peek at your reaction before going back to glare down at his lap.

You were taken aback, surprised at his response. "Why'd you do that?" making sure your tone was soft and sounded as you weren't upset, sure it wasn't the ideal situation but as long as it wasn't for any malicious reason, there wouldn't be any need for you to be upset.

"I wanted to show my pack the guy I'm interested in.."

"Oh.. Tae, sweetheart, that's alright! Well, maybe someone else wouldn't be okay with it but for me, I'm absolutely fine with it." You reassure him with a comforting smile. "It wasn't for any bad reason so honestly, that's mostly what matters for me."

Taehyung finally removes his glare from his lap and looked up at you with big glassy eyes, his lips shaking and looking at you with so much joy. You felt like you were about to just run to him and shove him in your pocket. Now there was another guy in your list of "hot-guys that you'd totally hit".

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notes - uhmm just a mini chapter b4 all the active readers of this kill me...

copyright © 2023 | frieschan

[doctor-hopper]

It always started the same. The dilapidated shrine walls began to shimmer as if by a warmthless heat-haze, and suddenly Kamukura was standing at the wooded edge of a garden instead: mossy statues at the gate, clay tiles dappled with smoky-hued petals, trees whose branches seemed to start and stop wherever they pleased, alien constellations in a black sky peering through the gaps the branches left. Outside it was midwinter, but the breeze here smelled of springtime and decay. Each time Kamukura came here they tried to focus their Analysis on some particular smell or sound, trace it back to some too-young origin and expose the irrational illusion of it all. But the threads never frayed as expected; they stretched back in perfect contiguous causality. It was as if the garden had always been here.

A limbic prickle, at that. Still interesting. (And something weary whispered, For now.)

Up ahead, in the heart of the garden, was a lone sunflower. Taller than last time. Not yet in bloom. But now the wind was teasing its leaves, and with it came a voice, if you could call it that, airy and lively and seeping in from all around.

“. . .And he did get away with it at first, and I was so proud to hear he’d managed to make anything of my counsel. He was so afraid, you know. Especially of me! But you do know fear is so often an impetus for hope. . .” They approached slowly, seemingly unnoticed on light feet, as the voice moved to the fountain and the fountain babbled on. “And yet right on the way home the car exploded, and he died on the highway. Unbelievable, don’t you think so? I never did get to find out what happened to his poor old mother.”

It was a story they had heard before. Pored over, cross-referenced. The entity liked to tell them stories when they came, stories of mortals from long ago—in a stirring of leaves here, a rush of water there, now the creeping of an ant’s legs. In binaries and balances. It liked to make others view the world as it did, as an interconnected machine, every motion an omen of future chaos to shape, or sway with, or become. It was a desperately apophenic lens, the kind born of loneliness dripping down countless human lifetimes and growing more bleak and pungent with each. Kamukura generally felt they had made contact with something too pathetic to call a deity.

“His soul’s actually planted right here, next to yours,” the being said with a spider creeping up the sunflower’s stalk, in lilting lonely reminiscence. “Ah, when he was alive and in full bloom, you should’ve seen him! A tall canola flower from the fields of Nyuta, it must’ve been, earthy and vibrant, just as golden as you’ll be. . .”

The spider may have approximated a dry laugh. Only the barest hint of the canola could still be seen, a withered stem, the flaky gold-dust of dead petals.

(The way the presence spoke of legend and struggle never enticed Kamukura, but the fact every mortal it met was doomed never bothered them, either.)

Sensing a trailing-off, Kamukura finally chose to step forward into the clearing and say, by way of greeting, “You talk to the flowers.”

And with that, an immensely singular focus turned onto Kamukura—like the water and wind stilled to welcome them, like the absence in the air caressed their skin. A disturbance of Kelvin-Helmholtz swirls drawn in negative space. They recognized each other.

“. . .Ah, hello!” it said in a voice just a little more located, a little more aware. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you right away, how uncouth of me! I often don’t know I’m doing it, to be honest. But you know the thing about flowers, they don’t actually understand a word you say. . .and it was all reruns, don’t worry. You’re not missing any crucial points of data. . .and besides, no matter the story I tell, you know how it’ll end by now, right?”

“Hello,” Kamukura said. “I was not worried.”

The anxious breeze relaxed back as it deposited dandelion seeds in their hair. It made them linger for a moment, in the warm wind and the starlight and the distortion they would eventually chart and understand but still did not.

Then, reopening their eyes, they said, “Go on.”

Stars like eyes blinked and rippled. A blue morpho flapped its wings in momentary confusion.

Perhaps that came off too terse, vague. They lay down on the cool clay tiles, looked heavenward, and clarified: “You can go on, if you would like. You may continue the story.”

The vacuum was slow to respond, but then it sprawled and happily continued on, for when you welcomed it to speak it seldom stopped—the terrible fates of its past charges, the observations of millennia. And Kamukura closed their eyes, felt the stones’ embrace, the petals beneath. As they listened their own human form began to melt a little too, shift into something more comfortable.

“It’s lucky my sunflower sprung up when it did,” the falling petals said at one point as Kamukura was curling up and becoming something fluid and feline and many-limbed. “Sunflowers are hardy and beautiful, but their long roots mean they need a lot of room or they won’t turn out quite right. . .”

It was hardly a voice anymore. “. . .I do hope all this empty, fertile soil I’ve got means it’ll stay alive for a while.”

But then the words soon softened and melted out of perception completely, and instead became a voiceless buzzing in the bones, spiriting away all the mirage-matter around them into bending light. When Kamukura was there, it seemed just as happy to be with them in silence.

[authorchan]

Pairings ❁ Tanjiro x Reader aged-up

Cut ✄ from my Fanfic “The Shed”

✎ a/n: Tanjiro can not wait a moment longer he needs you now! Rushing to a shed to thoroughly enjoy one another.

Warnings: slow and soft sex, praise, fingering, inter-course, and unexpected interruption.

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"Where are you taking me?"

Softly asking while Tanjiro's grip tightens against your hand. Quickly walking together through the gardens just beyond the training grounds.

We need somewhere private. Out of sight

Tanjiro thinks as his head shakes side to side His hanafuda earrings bouncing with each turn of his head. He is desperate to relieve the tension that is growing. Those ruby eyes of his scan the area carefully to be sure no one is around.

There!

Tanjiro glances over his shoulder one more time. Coming to a stop in front of the shed. His dark red eyes resting their attention on you. "You have been teasing me all day, y/n-chan. I need to kiss you again."

Gasping as heat rushes to your face in a blush. He is being truthful, ever since that kiss you've been unable to leave him alone. Using any and every excuse to be closer to him. Knowing just how much your scent drives him wild.

Before you can speak his lips are almost against yours. Tanjiro hesitates as if silently asking for consent. Feeling his hot breath tickling your skin.

Answering his silent request by pressing your lips into his. A warm and unbearable softness. His strong arms wrap around your back, pulling you against him.

As the kiss deepens while Tanjiro's hands runs across the thick wood door. Blindly searching for the doorknob. Unable to pause the passion even for a brief moment. Finally his hand bumps against the knob. He twists it open.

Not thinking this plan through due to how delightful your lips feel against his. Both of you leaning against the door as it opens into the garden shed. Losing his balance both of you tumble into the darkness of the shed.

Tanjiro's body softens your landing. "Are you alright?!" He asks with panic in his voice. His face is bright red from embarrassment.

I need to slow down. I don't want to mess this moment up.

"I'm perfectly fine. I have never felt happier-"

You shift your weight to look at his face but freeze when you realize how close you both are. His face is only an inch away. Placing your hands on his chest to keep balance while your legs straddle his waist. Tanjiro's breathing becomes uneven as he breaks his total concentration technique.

Her scent is so strong when we are this close. I can't focus on what to say or do!

Tanjiro licks his lips as he attempts to slow down his breathing. Quickly lifting his head to kiss you again but crashes his nose into yours.

"Ouch," Yelping from the harsh contact. When all of a sudden Tanjiro begins to laugh. Slow at first and building with a playful tone.

"I'm so nervous." His charming smile is contiguous; you can't help but smile back at him. 

Leaning back into a sitting position on Tanjiro's lap. Ever so slowly dragging your hand down his chest. A tingling sensation rushing throughout your nerves. Feeling his muscular physic hidden just underneath his uniform.

Simultaneously he releases a low groan as his eyes shut. Feeling something growing hard beneath you, due to the friction of changing position.

When his eyes opened Tanjiro smirks in a way you've never seen before. "You want me." It wasn't a question. His hands gently gripped your hips. "I can smell all of your lust."

You gasp remembering his special talent to smell sharper than a regular human. There is no hiding your true feelings around him. Chewing on your inner cheek in anticipation. Refusing to deny his words since they are the truth.

This peeks his arousal. He looks over your shoulder seeing the door is still wide open. Leaving a exposed view of you both. Using his foot to forcefully kick the shed door shut. Alone at last. A small window in the shed allowing for a soft light to illuminate the room.

Tanjiro leans forward into a sitting position with you still sitting perfectly on his lap. He whimpers feeling the softness of your chest press against him. Unable to wait any longer he kisses you with more passion than before.

With one hand squeezing your hip the other softly tracing up the side of your body. His fingertips leaving a burning desire everywhere he touches. Finally his palm rests against your face with a gentleness.

Meanwhile his tongue slides across your bottom lip as if begging for entrance. Parting your mouth open for him with obedience.  His tongue glides inside to explore.

I've been thinking of kissing her all week. I haven't been able to focus on my training.

He begins sucking on your bottom lip as you push his green and black checkered Haori off his shoulders. Your shaking hands finding the buttons of his uniform. Popping them open one at a time while working your way down his chest. His thumb brushes over your face as if savoring the feeling of your soft skin, before moving to help you remove his shirt.

Breaking the kiss apart by leaning back in order to look him up and down. Your pelvis grinding against his bulge. Three large scars across his chest from a battle with a demon. Multiple other scars covered his skin. Gently your fingertips drag over them causing him to shiver.

"I should have took better care of my body for you. I'm sorry if-" He starts to say before you cut his sentence short.

"You've saved so many, Tanjiro. You are perfect just the way you are." You declare before bending over to lightly kiss the largest scar then moving to kiss the next. Your lips savoring the touch of his skin.

Those dark ruby eyes of his looking to your chest. At this angle he can see down your shirt, getting a naughty sneak peek.

"My turn?" Merely whispering those two words. His hands are trembling while trying to un-button your uniform.

Once he removes your shirt his hands rest against your thick thighs which still straddle his lap. Gasping as he squeezes them. His gaze moves incredibly slow, as he studies every curve of your body.

"Your absolutely gorgeous Y/N. Don’t be afraid, it is just me.”

Without hesitation you press your naked chest against his. This causes him to let out a vulgar sound before his lips find yours again. Desperate to worship you. His hand gently make their way up to your boobs. Softly fondly your sensitive area, the rough texture of scars on his hands feel amazing against your nipples.

Your lips are locking together when his free hand makes its way to your panties. His finger tugs on the waist band. Nervously Tanjiro hesitates once more.

"Are you sure?" The heat of his fingers resting at your waistband as he waits for your permission.

Your voice trembles out a soft, "Yes, I want you."

He is fighting a desire to ravish your body and a urge to respect you. Tanjiro makes a decision to begin rubbing the outside your panties. Feeling the thin and wet fabric against his fingers. Rubbing over you mercifully as his lips push your mouth open allowing his tongue to slip inside.

He doesn't understand how badly you want him. Desperately to feel more friction. Eagerly you begin to rock your hips forward and back against his fingers with delight.

Tanjiro leans his face back, breaking away from your lips. He searches your face for any kind of uncertainty. Despite having your verbal consent. He watches your expression of pleasure as you give a reassuring smile.

He smiles back before quickly pushing aside the edge of your underwear allowing his finger to glide inside of your opening.

His lips find your neck as his finger curls in. Unable to stop yourself from moaning loudly, right into his ear. From those sounds he pushes another finger inside of you.

Tanjiro begins to suck on your neck. Leaving marks to show that you belong to him now. While your body trembles from the sensations. Your thighs begin to shake from the bliss.

"Are you okay?" His concern causing his fingers to pause while he waits for your response.

"P-please... don't stop"

Tanjiro's fingers curling against your sweet spot as he begins rubbing faster. Your head falls against the curve of his neck and shoulder. Smiling against his skin.

His hand lets go of your breast. In order to fumble with the white belt of his uniform. Flipping it undone. He reaches inside his black pants to pull his throbbing erection out.

Continuing to finger fuck you. While his other hand moves from himself to grope your breast once more. Tanjiro moans as your hand suddenly wraps around his cock. Then slowly at first moving up and down. Matching the same speed of his fingers.

He chews on his bottom lip to keep his mind focusing on pleasing you. "Damn." He exhales this curse word against your smooth skin. He can hardly handle the sensation. Your hand is  incredibly smooth and soft against his length; causing pre cum to begin to drip.

This new sensation setting him over the edge as a deep lust within him takes over. Quickly he starts pumping his fingers which cause you to scream out with delight. Then to silence yourself you bite down on his neck. Leaving a mark behind. Tanjiro's breath is hot and loud in your ear as you both continue to pleasure each other.

Your dripping all over his hand. Leaving your panties are completely soaked. You can feel the edge of ecstasy coming on. Quickly moving your free hand to the back of his head. Twisting your fingers into his dark hair with burgundy tips. All the while trying to keep up the beat of the other hand against his thick cock.

Your inner walls begin to contract with triumph. Bouncing your hips on his fingers while riding out your orgasm. Letting out the most lewd sounds. Tanjiro watches your facial expressions. Watching your absolute pleasure is the best sight.

Your body starts to tremble as you reach climax. Losing concentration your hand lets go of his aching cock to grab ahold of his arm to steady yourself. As you went to scream his lips cupped around your mouth. He doesn’t want anyone being alerted to the excitement within the shed.

You lean back to gasp for air. Tanjiro pulls his hand out your panties. Licking his tongue over his fingers as he sucks your juices into his mouth. His gaze staying locked on you while giving you the sweetest smile.

"I've never smelled anything better than you. Your scent has been driving me insane since the day I meant you... Uh, I can hardly focus when you are around me." He admits while looking into your eyes. "I've never told you this before but you smell like wild flowers that grow on the mountain where I grew up."

His hand lightly tucking your hair behind your ear and away from your face. "When I'm with you.. I feel at peace as if I've returned to my mountain. May I remove your pants?"

Feeling speechless barely nodding your head. Which is all the consent he needs to loop his thumbs into your waistline. Both standing up together trying to maneuver within the tight confinements of the shed.

He takes in a deep breath to calm himself before lowering the pants down to your ankles. He gasps in awe of your body's fully exposed. With the slightest light shining through the shed's small window.

"My turn!" Your playful voice causing him to smile as you begin removing his pants.

Standing their looking each other over for what feels like the longest minute. Finally you take a step closer. Quickly you arch up onto your tippy toes in order to reach. Lovingly you kiss the Demon Slayer mark on his left forehead.

Tanjiro smile grew as he confessed "You are the only one for me." his hands reached your thighs lifting you up. With two short steps he pushes your back against the wood door. Your legs wrapping around his waist for support as he holds you.

"Tell me if I hurt you. I promise to stop if you need." He murmurs into your ear. The head of his cock sliding easily against your wet folds. Feeling how wet you are for him causing a deep growl to escape.

The grip he has on your hips tightening. His head falls to your shoulder in order for those ruby eyes to watch his own length disappear inch by inch inside of your wetness.

Choking back a scream as he stretches you. Your own eyes rolling back. Tanjiro curses with delight as his body begins to shake with adrenaline. Your tightness squeezing around him as he pushes himself deeper.

Once fully inside the base of him rubbing against your clit with each thrust. Panting for air with each movement as his length fills you completely. Feeling how dangerously close he already is to climaxing.

“Just like that, Darling.”

The kiss turning forceful with the rise in passion. He loudly moans feeling your legs squeezing around his hips. His hanafuda earrings bouncing with each thrusting movement. His muscles flexing with the tension thats building.

In order to quiet his moans his mouth moves to your bouncing breast. Massaging his lips against the sensitive flesh as his tongue swirls over your harden nipple.

Dragging his cock back to your edge before thrusting himself all the way back in. Fucking you hard against the door of the shed. Tanjiro feels his body's climax dangerously approaching as he begins fucking you harder.

A loud knock coming from the other side of the door causing both to halt all movement. His cock twitches within you as if begging to keep going. Neither of you say a word as Tanjiro keeps you pinned against the door.

"Tanjiro?" The voice belongs to the sound Hashira, Tengen Uzui.

Tanjiro releases your boob from his mouth. His tongue dragging across your nipple. Taking in a sharp inhale to gather his courage. Honest frustration in his tone, "Please go away."

"Excuse me? First and foremost! I am your superior, a Hashira and you are to obey me." Tengan shouts as he attempts to push the door open unaware of what is occurring within the shed.

The door begins to open pushing you harder against Tanjiro. He quickly covers your mouth to keep you from making a sound. Tanjiro pushes against the door forcing it shut while sliding deep into you.

His cock still deep inside of you. The fear of getting caught has your inner walls tighten around Tanjiro's erection causing him stutter,

"G-go .. Go away!"

His hand letting go of one of your legs in order to help brace the door from opening anymore. You wiggle against his body and those ruby eyes look more seductive than before.

"Damn it. kamado, I am the god of festivals!"

Ignoring the Hashira by continuing to fuck you against the door. Knowing that there is another man just behind you. Tanjiro menacingly pulls back only to shove himself right back inside of you. Repeating this over and over again.

Despite the obvious sounds the Hashira is still trying to get inside of the shed. Tanjiro doesn't seem to care and is unwilling to stop.

"Your  insubordination will be punished...What are you doing?" Tegen continues with more insults. Tanjiro acts as if he can't even hear anything as he only focuses on you. Incredibly slow rhythm of thrusts. Unable to help yourself as you moan. Feeling every ridge and vein of his member inside of you.

Tengen's hearing a female moan. A sound he knows very well. He stumbles back away from the door in surprise.

Tanjiro’s voice sounds rough as he curses, "Damn it, go away!" He pants a few breaths before muttering, "I'm a little busy in here!"

Tengen quickly understands exactly what is happening within the shed. Tanjiro Kamado is losing his virginity. The Hashira smirks and says, "Holy shit."

Tanjiro continues to fuck you ruthlessly against that damn door of the shed. Your hands begin hold to explore his body. Teasing him. Tanjiro ignores the rambling words just on the other side of the wood door. With a devilish grin, he continues slowly moving his hips. Pushing deeper inside of you.

Sweat dripping down his body as he makes love to you. The sound Hashira is shocked as he stands silently listening to the two of you.

Pushing the head further in and engulfing it in the unbearable tightness. They hardly heard Uzui mumble "Good for you, Tanjiro." Before he walked away from the shed.

Tanjiro feels the the urgency as climax is near..

It can't end yet.. I want more.

Kamado turns around with you still wrapped against him. The movement causing a garden rake to fall due to the compact space. Finally complete alone with you.

Falling to his knees, resting you softly flat on your back. His rough hands rest on your knees, gently spreading your legs further apart. Only to tracing his palms down your thighs stoping at your hips. Those rough hands gently reach around cupping your ass before lifting your bottom off the ground and holding you in this position.

Tanjiro's surprisingly dominate in a very sweet and gentle way. He moans as his cock glides back inside of you, "Ugh. You are my paradise."

Thrusting while keeping your ass cupped in his hands. Keeping your lower body hovering off the floor. All of his hard training building strength his arms. Which allows him to support you in this new position. This angle causing the base of his erection to rub against your clit. Reaching deeper than before.

Arching your back further. Every thrusts feeling like pure pleasure. Tanjiro can't help but marvel at the way your breast bounce with each movement. His hands squeeze on your ass while you scream out in pleasure.

He starts gasping for air. Due to deep concentration he had forgot to breathe. Your clit throbs as you reach yet another climax while moaning his name multiple times, In reply he releases a deep whimper.

The way she says my name sounds heavenly

Thrusting his hips at a furious pace. The jolts of pleasure washing over both of you. Each pump into you bringing him closer and closer to a release.

Not yet. Last longer.

Forceful thrusts causing his erection to tap against your bundle of nerves. His grip grows tighter on your hips. The sound of love making filling the shed. Both lost in euphoria. He no longer cares who might hear.

His chin lifts as he tosses his head back, unable to stop himself, he pulls back his dick just before ejaculation. Tanjiro's body falling forward as his face rests against your soft breasts.

Your hand finds his aching cock as your wrap your fingers tightly around him. Quickly sliding up and down to help drag out this well deserved climax.

Tanjiro groans right into your ear... His body shuddering with each wave of pleasure raging on. Unable to take anymore sensation as he grabs your wrist pulling your hand away. He forcefully pushes you to the ground.

Gasping for air from pure exhaustion while coming down the high adrenaline. He glances up to make eye contact, as if making sure you also enjoyed yourself. Giving a sleepy smile. "That was better than any of the dreams I've had."

Breathing heavy as a gasp escaping you, "You had dreams about doing this, to me?" Your question makes his smile twists into a handsome smirk.

"I couldn't help it. I can't keep my mind off of you." His response causes your heart to skip a beat. The utter flattery leaving you speechless.

Then you gasp, "Oh shit! Uzui is going to be furious with you. I can't believe you stood up to him."

Tanjiro shivers at the thought of what punishment may lay ahead. "It doesn't matter what happens. This moment is worth it."

Exhaustion hit him and he rolls to the side to lay beside you. He grimaces as his body lands on a garden tool.

"Ouch" He pushes it out of his way in order to lay flat on the floor of the shed. Pulling your naked body against him to cuddle you.

"Next time let's pick a somewhere more spacious?" You say between laughs.

Tanjiro smirks back at you "Next time?"

This is from my fanfic story, “The Shed” published on Wattpad @ MindfulMoments

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absurdly good fic i read this year (which is somehow both completely unrelated and yet of a similar vibe)

1) it doesn’t mean you can explain the ocean - 14k, rageprufrock. gen

this is some background season 1 gen sam and dean road tripping america fic that works as an incredibly well-realised and dense entry into the whole magical realist on-the-road americana genre. spn fic in general tends to cluster post the season 4 introduction of the angels and castiel and so this fic is fantastic as something that marks the deeply, unnervingly isolated tone that early season spn had and then later forgot about when it really was just Two Guys going town to town. it functions briliantly both as fanfiction for the CW’s supernatural and an incredibly sharply realised depiction of small-town, middle-of-nowhere america that manages to be eviscerating (as the show never was) and deeply empathetic (in a way that i think is oddly key to the cocktail of early season supernatural, when it was good.) read it! 

There are noises in the cosmic grapevine about three women in Savannah, about prophesy and oracle and older gods than even they know the words for, and Dean hears about it from a waitress at the counter of a diner off the side of a North Carolina freeway. It's muggy outside: like collards and carrot tops and green gumbo, stewed until it's mostly brown, like mudslides and the thick scum left on everything after a storm.

Sue, whose brother is a sergeant serving in Afghanistan still, wears a yellow ribbon on the breast pocket of her server's uniform and snaps her gum as she tops off Dean's coffee. She talks about how she misses her baby brother and how she's real proud of him for standin' up for his country and fighting for the sake of freedom in the US of A; she tells Dean her momma's the best damn quilter on this side of the Carolinas and that she'd be happy to take Dean around this sleepy, southeastern town if he's gonna be round these parts for a few more days.

Sam drinks sweet tea and listens to her chatter at his brother, stacks Land O'Lakes non-dairy creamers into a pyramid and listens to newspapers rustle, the metallic slick and slide of spatulas and things on the hot griddle, the shouting of the Mexican short order cook. The diner smells like the meatloaf blue plate special and frying sausage and bacon, smells like the steak and eggs Dean ordered with black coffee. Sam looks at the counter's ugly, specked blue linoleum and the pleather covers of the diner stools, split open, with the fluff inside spilling out.

"Now what's this about oracles," Dean says and he drags out all the syllables in 'oracle' until Sue laughs, eyes bright, and winks.

2) i’ve lived since then - scioscribe, 11k, jyn erso/cassian andor, explicit 

there’s rumours round these parts (based on interviews) that tony gilroy read fanfic before fleshing out andor and well. if he did. let’s just say this one would probably be on this list. like yes, yes i DO know this is a jyn/cassian arranged fanfiction from 2017 and it’s 11k words and a good portion of those words are straight up porn. but ALSO, this fic manages to capture beautifully, woundrously, fascinatingly well the tone of andor and many of its canonical preoccupations, and yet feel fully contiguous with the characterisations of rogue one- which is something that andor itself is still fiddling with the hems of i just live for this particular fic’s depictions of jyn and cassian, who remain sharp and spikey and brutal and yet have this place in a story that neither removes them of their sharp edges nor sands them down to booktok romance leads but still suffises them with an odd, off kilter humanity and warmth. the subtle slice-of-life lived-in worldbuilding is great too. i have a particular fondness for the star-warsy birth control moment, which is so deeply scientifically bizarre and ridiculous it rests in my mind that if sw characters ever were to fuck on screen, that would be exactly what the birth control would be like. 

Cassian adjusted his jacket, which had been tailored for another man. The Alliance’s funding ran to fighters, bribes, and base installations, not to salaries, and so when someone fell, their possessions went into an informal commissary, to be bought, begged, bartered for, or stolen at will or convenience. Never entirely without sentiment, though. They all had sewing skills rudimentary enough at least to stitch the necessary black X, the acknowledgement of whoever had come before them. Maybe it was bad luck, getting married in a dead man’s clothes.

3) i won’t be going gentle - cyanocorax, 1.2k words, gen modern day odyssey trucker au 

it’s hard to choose a single quote from this, because the entire thing is dense (while maintaining a sharpness and paucity that keeps it feeling pure midcentury this-feels- like-an-Intro-To-The-American-Short-Story material. in the best way possible. this fic comes in the long and great media tradition of The Odyssey but it’s [blank]- in this case, odyseus as a long-haul trucker across middle america. like a great odyssey au it asks real questions about the odyssey itself. i’ve been thinking lately about the odyseus frame story being used by both the more recent Greek and other diasporas- russian jewish (joseph brodsky), vietnamese (ocean vuong), - in order to explore more recent experiences of war and displacement, and what ithaka can mean to so many different people across time. this fic goes in a different direction, instead twisting the stories of odysseus’s decades of wandering into the story of a working man’s struggle with daily life and to earn a living. one of the most haunting aspects that comes of this interpretation is of the mundanities of life itself as what separates him and penelope, given they are more physically united than in the myth. anyway! just really, really good writing and storytelling 

All his journeys tend to start off just the same, as is their way: in the dawn-dark, a thermos of Pen’s best (or worst, depending on who you ask) coffee burning a ring into the cup-holder beside him, the windows rolled down just enough for the breeze to turn his nose tip red. The radio, on, but silent, until he hits the interstate and can see nothing in his rearview mirror save the bleak, unyielding line of the horizon.

There’s a photograph taped to his dashboard, now ten years old, of his wife standing next to the lip of Meteor Crater with their boy in her arms, all the round, living warmth of her distilled into a single fleck of color that the passing gas station, motel lights will illuminate, briefly, briefly.

[autumnbrambleagain]

Yhelm p9 - readmore for full

Drizzle hadn't left Flyhhnemonia yet. This was day eleven of constant rain.

Rumors had it she'd gotten into a tiff with another god--most said Solid--and was hiding behind Flyhh until the fight was over. Others were saying she'd fallen in love with a mortal, who'd finally died, and she was taking comfort with the Heir of Love. Whatever the truth was, it was day eleven of her stay in Flyhhnemonia, and day eleven of constant rain. The Guild of Porters and Fishermen were already busy enough keeping things from washing away. Yhelm had to help dig a literal ditch last night to help with the run-off.

And now some idiot had gone and gotten herself arrested and now it was Yhelm's problem. Which was fun.

She was currently dripping in the entrance hall of the Cabdrydal courthouse. The ceiling was tall and arched, each marble beam decorated with little iron-work statues Yhelm couldn't even make out from all the way down here on the ground. But each drop of water from her soaked-through tail onto the colorful tiled floors echoed far deep back into the building and it made her feel just a bit self-conscious.

"Umbrella didn't do you much good did it?"

There was an adversary sitting at a little booth off to the side of the entrance. Of course Yhelm's umbrella wasn't going to protect her from the rain--using a narrative reassignment to turn umbrella into sword meant sword couldn't keep you dry. "I don't see why it should," Yhelm said. "I had to swim half the way here."

The security-dog laughed, but he also stood up and stepped out of the booth. "You ask me, Drizzle needs a good, hard dicking."

"Wow," Yhelm said. "In times like this, the world mourns our lost Apat."

The security-adversary checked Yhelm over for weapons, and found none, because her umbrella was a weapon but only for her, and so she was let through. At the end of the hall was a tall, rounded wooden desk, a single contiguous piece at least twenty feet long, very impressive and very expensive. Two clerks were seated there, their pen-scratchings echoing out into the vast cavern that separated them from Yhelm.

Hopefully one wasn't her little brother?

She started the long walk over. Why was it so long? Was it to facilitate lines? There were benches along the sides of the entranceway, and more statuework lining the walls. And there, hanging from the ceiling on heavy wires, a great iron-cast statue of Cabdrydal herself, some winged breacher lawyer of ages past. She was kinda hot. Yhelm wondered who would be in blamed the day the wires inevitably broke and the statue fell and crushed some poor person. Maybe it'd be a criminal and everyone would say Cabdrydal got one more.

She decided to not walk directly under it.

And. Well. Fuck.

The desk was divided into several booths for several lines, but Yhelm was the only person here. There were two clerks here, and that mean she could have her choice of which one she wanted, and one of them was some freeperson she'd never met, and the other was her little brother. Fuck. It'd be worse to go to the other one and ignore him, right? It would probably be worse.

"Heyyyyy baby brother," Yhelm purred.

Bodo looked up. There was a split-second of recognition in his face where he saw her as his sister first and that was a real nice second and after that he caught up to his own opinion on her and now he was looking at a criminal, a disappointment to the family. "How can I--what do you want, Yhelm."

Fine we can be business like Yhelm couldn't do business she was here for business. "A gaitsbird was arrested last night for assault and public what-have-yous."

"I'm not at liberty to discuss any on-going--"

"Yeah that's nice," Yhelm interrupted, and she clacked her umbrella-tip on the tiled floor and it echoed a good long second. She could be shitty to family too watch her go. "This is a Guild issue and I'm here to take her into our custody."

A demented smile broke over Bodo's face and even his coworker stopped and looked over in concern. "Haha. Hah! And you really think I'm just going to let a criminal go free because you asked nicely? Really?"

Yhelm sighed. "No, you're going to entrust the criminal into our custody so we can punish her by Guild laws."

"Guild laws!" Bodo looked over at his coworker. "Do you hear this? Criminal laws. Criminal courts. She wants me to believe that!"

Yhelm glared at the coworker. He'd obviously been working here much longer, because he said, carefully, "Ah, s’ent, I can send for the lawizard on duty for you?"

Bodo's face fell. Yhelm just smiled thinly. "Yes. That would be appreciated."

The clerk turned to what Yhelm had assumed was another sculpture, set up behind the desk, but oh, those great brass tubes were some kind of… instrument? Giant bells? The other clerk picked up a padded hammer and struck a few with slow, deliberate gongs. Everyone's ears flinched at it. Clearly no one liked this.

"The lawizard on duty will be with you as soon as he can, s'ent," the clerk said. "You can have a seat while you wait if you like."

Bodo huffed. "She's a criminal, we shouldn't be giving her what she wants."

"Dude, it's not our call," the freeperson said.

They slowly turned back to their work. Yhelm didn't sit. She stood right where she was dripping. "So," she tried. "How long do you have until you become a lawizard?"

Bodo's pen stopped scratching. "I'm at work, Yhelm."

"So am I."

"No, no you are not."

"Pfft. My boss told me to do this it’s work."

Bodo's coworker looked up from his paperwork with a sort of 'what is going on' expression.

"He's my brother," Yhelm whispered, which, no, whispers didn't work in this oversized hall they just echoed as loud as anything else.

Bodo didn't take the bait and the coworker went back to his work with a sort of 'wow okay not my business' expression. Yhelm contented herself to stand there right next to her baby brother and drip all over his floor. Bodo did an amazing job of ignoring her, though. It was sad. They used to get along really well? He'd been so happy when she'd come back home from the Cazirizahd. Of course now he resented her for it. That was neat. That. Was. Neat.

The lawizard finally arrived. Try not to laugh but he was an honest to goodness meadow deer. Tall antlers and red tie and black jacket and nothing else. The absolute stereotype. Yhelm was an adversary criminal, though. Meadoe wasn't a very original writer, Yhelm considered.

"Ah?" he announced into the room.

Bodo stood up--was he standing on his chair? He was kind of short. Or was there just a platform there for height-challenged races back there anyway? "Ah, Prim'ent Apples. This uh, adversary wanted to speak to you about a recent arrest." Look at him go, all business when the game was on. Yhelm was proud of the little bastard. He wasn't actually a bastard she was technically a bastard but like whatever.

The lawizard swung his head back to Yhelm.

"Dentsiles," she said. "I'm Guild of Porters and Fishermen. You have a gaitsbird, Lastsong, in your lock-up. She started a fight in a Guild of Brick Layers and Ditch Diggers bar and stabbed a Guild of Lamp Lighters and Wood Cutters member most-of-the-way-to-death. Which sounds like the lead-up to a joke but the punchline is she's in a lot of trouble."

"Ah, ah," the lawizard smiled. "We expected you much earlier you know. We almost had to start process on her ourselves."

"Yeah well so long as Drizzle keeps crying gopaf has our hands full keeping the docks from flooding out. I'm running on three hours of sleep." Which was normal for her, but don't tell anyone that.

The lawizard nodded and Yhelm had to take a step back to not get stabbed by his rack. Apat preserve he was actually kind of handsome. What deer didn't look good in a suit though? That was cheating, God was a deer in a suit, of course it was a good look. "I don't envy her," he said. "I need to confirm you before I can hand her over."

"Yep."

Red lights of Law sprang to life from the lawizard’s very body, twisting into a picture-frame that settled in front of Yhelm's face. The color bled and spilled out into neatly-written words floating mid-air, within biting distance. Someday Yhelm was going to bite a Law construct. "All right, S'ent Machato--hah! Machato! I wonder if there's any relation to our own S'ent Machato behind the desk there!"

The lawizard smiled but Bodo just looked up miserably.

"He's my brother," Yhelm said.

"Oh. Oh! Really! What wild things life holds for us all. I hope you two can still get along?"

"Of course," Yhelm said, and Bodo sat up like he wanted to say something but probably not in front of his boss. "We good though?"

"You check out," the lawizard said, dismissing the inquiry spell. "I'll go grab S'ent Lastsong and transfer custody."

"Wait!" It was Bodo, now fully standing on top of his seat, Yhelm could see it he was actually standing on it. "Wait, you're actually handing a criminal over to criminals?"

Bodo's coworker was giving him a look like 'holy shit dude stop' but he didn't say anything.

"Isn't that a bit of a rude thing to say to your sister? She hasn't been accused of anything. If she had been I would have seen it when I did the inquiry, you know."

"No--but--wait--I don't understand." Bodo was now scrambling over the desk to join them on the floor. Adorable. He was basically still twelve years old in Yhelm's head. "I'm sorry, Prim'ent, but, I don't understand how this is legal? Isn't it our duty to, to put her on trial and punish her for her crimes?" The way he was saying that, Yhelm thought, he was probably talking about Lastsong but she could feel an argument could be made he was talking about Yhelm herself. She wondered if Bodo realized that.

But the lawizard was just chuckling. "I'm sorry, S'ent Machato, he--well I don't have to apologize for your own brother do I? No, Bodo, the Guilds have a Legal Authority in their own prescribed jurisdictions, and their jurisdiction takes full precedence over ours here. Don't imagine she's getting off free. She'd probably prefer to be tried by us?"

"Ooh yeah," Yhelm agreed. "You'd put her in jail or proscribe behaviors or something right? Oooour boss is probably just gonna. I don't know. Break her arms? Pull out her teeth? I dunno. Criminal stuff." She winked at Bodo.

"This--this is Legal," Bodo said, dumbstruck. "This is actually Legal-legal?"

"Don't like, hold this against him," Yhelm said, gesturing to All Of Bodo. "He's still upset I used my college education to become a guild academage instead of, I don't know. Sitting in a tower writing self-congratulatory essays all day? What do wizards do. This apparently I'm a wizard and this is what this wizard is doing right now."

The lawizard was smiling but also clearly running out of patience. "If you'll excuse me then," he said, and he left Yhelm and Bodo there to deal with one another while he got Lastsong. Except Bodo just stood there staring up at her in confusion, and Yhelm just stared down at him with a little bit more smug satisfaction than she'd have liked but it wasn't like she could help every feeling she had all the time.

"I had hoped you wouldn't be working today," she finally said. "Like. I don't want to actually cause problems for you."

"You're doing a good job of it," Bodo huffed. "I, I just." He looked down at his wrist and little lines of Law flowed from his fingers and wrapped into a red wristwatch. "I have ten minutes before I'm done for the day anyway. Let me finish up my work."

"Wanna escort the prisoner with me?" Yhelm offered.

"No," Bodo said, clambering back over the desk and into his seat, "I want you to be gone before it's time for me to leave."

She'd tried. No one could blame her for trying, Yhelm thought.

Finally Lawizard Apples returned, leading a yellow gaitsbird on chains of Law. As custody was officially transferred--wow okay now the chains were on Yhelm's wrist and they felt really weird and warm--Bodo apparently finished up his work and he was already speeding down the hallway to the exit without even a goodbye to Yhelm. Sort of rude, but okay. Whatever.

"So like if she runs does this give me the power to like, do something to her?" Yhelm asked, holding up her end of the chain.

"Yhelm I swear to Aiax I'm not going to run!" Lastsong said, and everyone braced themselves because she'd done the dumbest thing and swore to Aiax and yep here was the sudden rush of pressure constricting everyone's chests and the light in the room for just a moment was blindingly red as the Heir of Law took special interest in the situation to make sure the oath was fulfilled. Yhelm snarled and bopped Lastsong on the head. Not especially gently.

The lawizard laughed. "I don't think that's going to be a problem now. Is Bodo already gone? Lucan? Did he already leave? I wanted to have a talk with him."

"Hey," Yhelm said. "Really don't hold it against him. Mom never let it go that I became a gangster-wizard and now all of the family's disappointments are his to fix. He does good work when I'm not here, right?"

"All the same," Lawizard Apples said. "Nice meeting you, S'ent Machato."

"Yup," Yhelm said. She gave an experimental tug on Lastsong's chain and the poor thing stumbled. "Seriously Song I can't get over how bad you fucked up why did you stab him?"

Yhelm started into a walk and Lastsong hopped to keep up. "We--Yhelm we were playing cards, okay, and--"

"And he cheated?"

"N-no. He. He was winning. A lot. So."

Gaitsbirds, Yhelm sighed. She was sure somewhere Bodo was sighing and thinking the same thing about adversaries, though. It didn't matter she had a job to do and even if Lastsong was a workplace friend Yhelm was an enforcer and she had to actually look intimidating when someone was in trouble and she could do that pretty well at least. She gave a nod to the adversary at the door and then they were back out into the rain.

Bodo was still here. Out in the rain, by the statue of Aiax. There was another freeperson with him, young looking, tall and in patterned clothes that weren't native and they were talking. Yhelm really, really didn't actually want to interfere in her little brother's life and she was literally in the middle of a job but she still slowed down to make sure things were cool and that's when the tall freeperson hugged Bodo?

Huh. "Huh," Yhelm said, not realizing she'd stopped walking.

Bodo spun around and his loafers couldn't make angry stomps like hooves could but they splashed at the puddles and got his pants even more wet all the same. "Yhelm! Are--can you--can you just leave!?"

"Yeah it took a bit to get--" Yhelm rattled the Law chains but they didn't rattle. Lastsong swung her arms to keep up with the movements. "This sorted out. Not even a good-bye for me? And I think your boss was kinda upset with you."

The tall freeperson, his hands holding themselves in front of his lap and trying to make himself look small despite being taller than Yhelm, whispered, "Lottle, war saet dar?"

Haha holy shit. And here was Yhelm in the pouring rain looking intimidating with her fucking leather jacket and umbrella that was secretly a sword, holding a gaistbird by a set of chains, staring down poor Bodo and this poor--poor fucking soul was here having no idea what he'd just gotten himself into.

"Ehs sesster," Yhelm answered, before Bodo could find the words himself. Holy shit. "Arest dayr et loozah at myrs bretter?"

The freeperson stammered. "Ah--sait."

Bodo sputtered. "How--how, how do you know, where did you even learn--"

"I went to magic fucking college, Bodo," Yhelm said. "Do you know how many theses come out of Upper Retlay? Traverse's sake I soft-dated a Retlayn while I was there. So."

Yhelm had intended to have a dramatic pause, but Lastsong whimpered, "It's, it's raining all over us can we not be standing out here please? I'm getting soaked…" Everyone ignored it, though, and Lastsong just warbled miserably to herself.

"… so. Do you want to introduce me to your boyfriend?" Yhelm asked.

Bodo groaned. "Yhelm this is Latyzell, Latyzell this is my sister Yhelm, okay, that's fine, we're done here?"

Latyzell leaned in again and whispered to Bodo, "Why are we angry?"

"It's--a family thing," Bodo huffed.

Don't be an adversary don't be an adversary don't be an adversary, "Does mom give you guff for being in a non-productive relationship?" fuck she fucked it up.

Bodo didn't answer right away, which was actually an answer.

"Oh no," Yhelm said. "Oh you haven't told her yet. Because you grew up seeing how much she hated me dating a phanteasel."

Bodo stared. Yhelm stared back.

Latyzell and Lastsong watched on helplessly, the rain pounding at their shoulders and heads. Roped in to a sibling-stare-down, prisoners to a conflict no one wanted to actually be a part of, especially the siblings forced to carry it out.

Bodo blinked first. "Don't tell her."

"She won't talk to me. And fuck her anyway. Mom can go up to Princess Flyhh and complain and see how far that gets her. You two look cute together. Don't let her ruin it for you."

Bodo huffed.

"Bring him next time we do coffee. We can welcome him into the family when we aren't standing out in the middle of a rainstorm."

"N--next time," Bodo started, but Yhelm didn't give him the chance to get around to declining.

"The forty-third. We'll see you then, kid. Latyzell, al mat myr svitch darit. Groop dayr carr ruber myrs bretter. C'mon Song."

Yhelm tugged Lastsong with her and started off, hooves splashing on the soaked stone walk. Behind her, Bodo stammered. "Wait--wait what did she say that was too fast for me to get it?" Yhelm glanced back just enough to see Latyzell kiss Bodo's forehead in answer. Freaking adorable.

"Your family's kind of messed up?" Lastsong offered.

"Haha yeah," Yhelm said, "you almost killed another guild, Song, you are so screwed."

"I knoooow! He was winning though!" she whined. "Do, do we have to go right to Prim'ent Pio? Can, can we get like, can we stop by Alzzard's Curry first? You know? Like a last meal? Before he plucks and cooks me?"

"Yeah that's fine, I could eat," Yhelm agreed. "Just a little bit though. I don't want to spoil my appetite. I hear we're having roast gaitsbird tonight?"

"Yheeeeeeelm that isn't funny! We're friends pleeaase!"

"Yeah but I'm not your friend when I'm working," Yhelm said. "What kind of sauce do you think you'd go best in?"

"Aaahahaaa someone save meeee!"

[tech-issues-apologies]

This reminds me of the time when I found out my father was anti-capitalist before he did. I was driving him somewhere and he said:

"I don't have a problem with capitalism. I hate and would remove from existence the stock market, futures, bonds, speculation, short selling, asset gambling etc."

I can't remember the exact phrasing or list, but you get the gist.

I pause for a wile and then I go:

"I don't want to be in the business of derailing you from your new awakening but everything you described is capitalism. Or at least the core of what separates it from any other financial system."

My dad immediately interjected:

"BUT it is not like I am against money, trade or commerce!"

Now to be fair to my father he moved around a lot and so his history education is not exactly contiguous or complete. He's also never been the biggest fan of the humanities. He's not ideologically opposed to them he just finds them dreadfully boring.

Another long pause before I say:

" you know almost everything you just listed predates capitalism by thousands if not tends to hundreds of thousands of years right? Humans have been trading shit since possibly before we were even human? You know even communists would pay people money sometimes and engage in trade right? I'm not trying to convince you the communism is the right choice I'm just trying to hammer home my point here but everything you hate about the modern world is what makes capitalism capitalism."

He thinks for a moment as I kept driving and then he said:

"I suppose? I... just feels like stocks and all these vehicles of greed ruin everything and dont realy feal worth it."

Me trying not to take a victory lap about my dad incrementally shedding is centrism: " look I don't blame you for being confused, a lot of the people who benefit the most try really hard to conflate the worst parts of the world with basic human instinct and immutable concepts of nature."

He immediately says: " now I just need a time machine to go back a hundred years..."

I respond flatly: "further"

Him suprised: "200?"

Me trying not to laugh: "you're getting warmer, try the late 1600's"

Him: "I am sorry what?"

Me: " and that's not even necessarily the birth of the ideology or philosophy that helped to build capitalism. That has continuity going back further. That's just the recognisable start of multi-owner stock-based investment businesses that turned what was originally relatively straightforward to trade into the increasingly speculative value extracting machine that lead us on this path to capital generating more capital with increasing expectations of infinite growth."

Him: "slow down"

Me getting a little worked up thinking about it: "and don't even get me started on Edmund Burke and-"

Him: " I get it. I understand. It has been fucked way longer than I thought. It just became so much clearer when my company got bought out. Seeing it ruin everything from an I side veiwe just made it hard not to see. I get paid well but I increasingly hate were I work or what we do."

It was a long conversation you get the gist.

[the-firebird69]

Sky Trump is a huge a****** he's getting beat up because he says he's a Mac is mean to our son cuz it says he's a mac. It goes around saying it all day long

You just delivered a threat as a sheriff. So son said we're in a fight with the max and you're a problem and the guy got upset and said we're not Max and screaming it and I said you're a f****** baby and we're going to kill you cuz you're a baby cuz you're easy you start screaming and stuff you dead meat from this point forwards I want it done by mine I'm ordering it it'll be running around like a little f****** baby and you get a shot like a hen. It's too easy to pass up you're too easy and we have to make sure that we get your stuff is there such an easy piece of f**** that we got to move in on you and crowd people out like you f***** do I'm going to take care of your f****** f**** ass and your big mouth and get poisoned today until you don't come back until we get more of your stuff cuz you're a big f****** mouth. So we went after him and he's dead poisoned several times so you get it every time you threaten me with something we're going to go after you and hit you a whole bunch of times with whatever you're threatening me with he's trying to hit me on the bike we're going to run you the f*** over and incorporate into your bike you over and over and over and over and over and over and over so many times it's going to be blinded by death and you'll be praying to die you threaten me once with something to harm me or cut a finger off we're going to cut your fingers off every day for a month and I went and forced so we just get rid of this guy and take all his stuff and you can sit there and say this s*** on TV but everybody's going to see you dead every f****** day of the week. And if you talk back we're going to sit there and have people talk to you today and you get irate and you get into fights and you get beaten to death. So we went around and we asked people to sign up and to stay on and switch out when they're off and we're keeping track of it so far so good this guy's gotten killed two or three times a day since this idiot put this commercial on a month ago we started hitting him this morning and hitting him and hitting him and we are continuously going after him and he has lost more people than anybody in history and the fastest time and we are demolishing him and others are now too he's a huge huge a****** and a massive loser we're taking more territory from him than anyone else and it's almost contiguous such that everything in between becomes ours because he's a fat loser Tommy Allen is always complaining get out of my country and get away from us we stink the whole place up and you're a traitor. Today he went off he said I want you out of my face I'm going to make you get out of my face if you don't you'll be gone and it started again they started hitting him and said we don't have to fly around like idiots it's not properly permitted the planes aren't proper we're sending the wrong message here to our own people and you're a jackass and he says this program your brain knows how it works a little but really you just want back off that's what I found out and we have to force it to and then you come back like this lovestruck dog love puppy piece of s*** and you just continue to try and do it until you are complete dust

I almost laughed when you had the puppy bite him cuz he's thinking the dogs probably eating you and eating your family and just doesn't know any better and he's thinking that got young again that's exactly right he said it out loud but that's what he was thinking and you don't try to do anything right and we need you out and it said to everyone he's not going to get elected I'm not in it anymore but he should not be in it it looks ridiculous and my nephew was right Grand nephew and they said this looks so stupid you want to throw up every few minutes like the OJ Simpson trial and nobody wants to watch it but have to and he's just making a mockery out of our kind in our way it is a buffoon. No justice cuz he's sitting there screwing around with the verbage I want Justice and I can't stand him it is actually very irritating it's like a 5 year old child they just won't stop messing with stuff and everybody around here is irritated and he's doing a lot to this kid who's extremely resilient and powerful he still can't get out from under this piece of crap he says he's using him and a period of months the guy is going to be gone and he's going to have half the Earth it's really not right but that's what's happening

Bja

[shoujoegg]

qq’s hot girls summer s&b liveblog thoughts (for realsies this time)

my realest confession is that after all these weeks of talking abt s&b is that i still have not watched the show in its contiguous entirety... but now me and the roomies r doing it!! thoughts so far below:

post ep3

it’s literally not as bad as i remembered trying the first time everytime someone makes a racial microaggression against alina i just laugh and remember this is cartoon fake history. the politics make 0 sense! u can tell it was made during 2020 pandemic era too...

me and my roommates r constantly making ‘they would fail asian american studies’ ‘they need feminist reeducation camp’ ‘wow clearly this character is not very abolitionist of them ://’ i think we’re very funny idc (please note: we r all asian american communists)

pov u r in fantasy imperial russia and u open ur mouth and u speak... britishly.... (crowd boos n jeers)

all the crow scenes r delicious idc im over being mad that they dumbed down kaz’s intelligence out of context it’s funny and im glad they tone down the most edgy of his nonsense (altho the ‘hope is dangerous’ bit before his practical advice was corny i know they use it again in s2 but it’s too easy of a dig...) and kit young is easily so charismatic n sexy. more gun slinging more him being a hottie desperately infatuated w/ his boss pls.

i love poppy i wish they were a recurring character in s2. why r we not talking abt poppy and their last ‘encounter’ with kaz! im making fanart.

they changed nina’s story so that she’s basically an anti-conscription agitator???? they are kinda bigbgrained for that LMFAO i cant believe nobody told me she seems so cool!! im much more invested in her narrative arc than in the books and they def needed a character like her w/ this national drama kind of setting.

inej... inej.... inej.................................................

i understand #cookmilo. like the goat truly was not needed is this their attempt of adhd representation? leave us alone we dont need the emotional support goat!!! we need jesper’s debt addressed!!!

alina/mal r whatever they’re just cute to me.

[luveline]

james potter x shy!reader where they’re just starting to date and he’s constantly staring at r with a goofy smile on his face and goo goo eyes even if it’s as small and eating or working on smth and r is just blushing and telling him to stop and he’s like ‘never ! you’re gonna just have to get used to my love’ or smth 😭😭

thank you for your request my love ♡ fem!reader

You can feel James' gaze on you, the heavy weight of his eyes an ever present constant in the days since you asked him to be your boyfriend.

If you'd known at the time that James would worship the ground you walk on from that point onward, you might have waited for him to ask you. You definitely would have if you'd known what you know now. 

"Are you joking?" he'd said seriously, jaw slack. And you'd just disintegrated, I mean, you were weak to begin with, all nerves, all what-ifs, and his answer hadn't been the yes or no you'd expected. 

You'd honestly thought that if you didn't ask, somebody might come along and snatch him up first. You wouldn't blame them — he's handsome and smart and a loverboy through and through. But he hadn't been as neutral as he'd appeared.

His explanation had made your year. The happiness of what he'd said still warms you up whenever you think about it. Yes, he'll be your boyfriend, yes, he has a huge crush on you. He'd been furious that you'd managed to ask before him, and sorry for not being clear about how he felt. 

He's making up for it now. 

"Why are you looking at me?" you ask quietly, eyes glued to the jigsaw puzzle in front of you so you won't have to meet his eyes. 

"Because you're lovely. And you're my girlfriend." 

You push a puzzle piece into place with a click and smile. "I wish you'd give it up. Please." 

"No, I don't think so." 

"You're embarrassing me on purpose." 

James slides off of the sofa. You can't see him, and you're surprised when he sits directly behind you, thighs either side of your thighs, arms pressed to your midriff. He pulls you into his chest. 

"I'm not embarrassing you on purpose. I'm telling you the truth, and the truth is making you shy. That's not on me," he argues playfully. 

Your breath catches at his proximity, all your contiguities; his chin hooks over your shoulder and his hands palming at your stomach unabashedly. 

"I wish you'd stop staring at me," you add to your earlier plea. 

"That's not happening, ever. You'll have to get used to it, I'm afraid." 

"No, because- this is torture, I'm like, sweating." 

James' laugh is muffled behind your ear. When he kisses you, it's with the biggest, goofiest smile. You can feel it. 

You sigh and melt backwards into his hold, eyes screwed shut so you won't have to see him, witness him witnessing you. It's one thing that he has such an effect on you and another that he knows it. 

"You do feel warm," he teases. 

Your skin is made of static. You turn a little in his arms and your face sinks down to the curve of his neck. He's warm too, a furnace, really. 

James might not be as a cool and collected as he puts on. 

If you were braver, you'd kiss his neck, give him a taste of his own medicine. 

"You're mean," you mumble. 

"Sometimes. Shouldn't be so lovely, should you?" His arms cross over your front. Every word he says is coloured by his smile. "This is all your fault." 

[the-thieves-gambit]

"Why not move back?" It was an honest question. "You said that the bayou and Baton were you felt good in, where you could be yourself. Why don't you move back instead? Be closer to your mom." It seemed like a simple solution to her. "You could transfer to that location. And still, see your sisters and their family from time to time."

There was a small moment where pride coursed through her at the fact that she surprised him. It let her know that she had not been complacent with the routine she had built here, nor was she letting anyone think they actually knew her. The fact that it was coming from someone who perhaps she should be avoiding, someone who would be arresting her if they knew who she really was, also made her glad she hadn't lost her touch in her new life. "Boots, got it."

With her? Small talk was annoying? "Oh please, don't give me that. One, I don't date. And two, watch, I put the right girl in front of you and you'll love small talk. You'd be talking her ear off before you realized it." A gasp, it was a mocking one. "So you admit it! You just bring me cases to do all the work for you!" It was a front she couldn't keep up for long before she laughed, knowing fully well that they always listened to each other and bounced ideas off of each other when they were otherwise stuck on a case.

"No," the word was guiltily out of her mouth rather quickly. "A person?" That brought up something. "Didn't you say something like that at Easter?" She hadn't thought about that until now. "That seems strange. Sounds a lot more frightening than just a house. A person can choose to leave you and then where would you be if you made them your home? A place can't leave." Now that the idea was there again, she wondered why she sounded to resolute on this matter, but it was when she realized that her father had been her home. When he died, it was gone. Why make someone your home if that could leave?

Family was such a sore subject for her. She knew that Charlie openly introduced her as his sister, even though they looked or spoke nothing alike. A simple nod to that observation was all he got from her. With a playful tone she added. " Narcissist is always waiting to enter a chat."

Scoffing, but finding the excuses funny, it came out more as an amused half-laugh. Men always came up with the strangest stories. "Never?" It was a challenge, she was sure he had, even if it was a small white lie, it was still one. She'd have to think back to everything and try to find one. "Hmm," she pretended to think it over. "I guess we'll never know now, seeing as this is how the night panned out."

Waving away his compliment, she waited wanting to know why he liked it now that she had shared her reason. "Every reason is different, I bet it's just as nice or as good a story as mine." His laughing before he even began telling his story had her biting her bottom lip to keep from laughing, unsure why it was contiguous. The smile on his face a wonderful sight. A small part of her expected that it would have to do with his family, and she was proven right as he shared his memory. “That sounds like a wonderful reason to like maroon.”

After he parked, she took lead, opening the front door and locking it after them before heading through the office towards the back door that led upstairs to the apartment. “I’ll just grab some things from the room really quick and then it’s all yours.” She said setting her keys on the coffee table in the living room before making her way to the bedroom. Grabbing a sheet and the outfit she knew she’d have to wear in the morning, she made her way back to the living room and settled it on the couch. “All set. Make yourself at home and in the hallway there’s some clothes you left last time you came over. You might be more comfortable in them.” She suggested as she began to get comfortable on the couch.

"I don't mind." His head turned to look at her. "Seriously, I like that you have a sense of humor and are down to tease. I don't think I'd be able to stomach you if you didn't like to tease too." The long messages request made him laugh and roll his eyes. "Do it. I'll put those pictures up on my fridge." As it was his fridge was a collection of family pictures and ones that Matt had taken with the crew. It was almost like his hall of fame wall.

Wally smiled as he couldn't believe she had made yet another point. "Fair," he whispered. "A part of me wishes she wasn't so set in her ways but on the flip side of that coin I understand. You're right. She does love her home especially after she reclaimed it again." The ghosts of her past now mere shadows once she held her head up high taking back her beloved home. "Just miss her. Traveling isn't too bad but traveling with ten under ten becomes a little overwhelming."

"Oh okay," he still didn't believe her but laughed along with her. "I'm convinced. Listen, we'll start slow very slow. You'll meet at the stables and feed them. One step at a time. I don't think you'd be on one that same day but what do I know. You may end up surprising me. Not unusual to what you do every other day. A pony is cute and will follow you along. You and a pony, now that is adorable. Make sure to bring boots though."

He caught that and gave her a side eye look then tilted his head. There was a hint of something that colored her voice. "Oh God. Please no. Unless the dates are with you then I'm game. If not, no thank you. Small talk is annoying. Also you underestimate my ability to talk and talk. You got the special version." That didn't stop a smile from spreading. She had gotten him to feel comfortable to yap at her randomly. A beaming proud smile was shot in her direction as he nodded. "Oh, I know. You're the best at what you do. Why do you think I bring my homework to you." A clear joke just to make her smile.

That was interesting. It sounded like people he read in books. Someone who so easily could acclimate to their surroundings. He sometimes did that exact same thing for work but difference was that he played a character. Home, though he had two technically, in his heart when he thought of home, it was his beloved bayou. "That is interesting." Sometimes whatever he thought of rolled off his tongue. "Have you gotten that feeling yet? When you have gone back? What if you found that feeling in a person instead of a place? Makes the place better because of that person." Wally frowned slightly as he wondered why she did that. "It's not stupid. You know. Charlie and Anna and Orion are part of your tree. May not look like the traditional one but it's still roots and they're still growing. Family isn't just who you're related to." An eye roll at her statement and sighed in a laugh. "Narcissist entered the chat."

"He had two excuses. One was he tripped on a vine chasing a clown." He stopped and nodded. "True story though. Wild but true. And the second one he said he got drunk and hit the wall. I think he just didn't want to say he got into it with Jason. The boys do get clowned hardcore when it is something stupid and silly." He laughed knowing he did love to mess with her. "But I've never lied to you. Messing with you, sure. But never lied to you." A toothy grin showed on his face as he chuckled. "Come to think of it my left hand burned when I touched them. Same hand holy water stings on." As if he wanted to change her. "I have no complaints on your bossy nature. Not gonna hear me ever tell you to change." Her eye roll caused another one of his to show and smirked. "So if I hadn't brought you to a lighthouse, I'd have been asked out on the bed?"

Wally was just giving her a hard time but it was suffice to say he enjoyed making her laugh or smile. He'd take an eye roll too. "Dont worry about waking me. My internal clock will probably be up when you are." Remembering the times he had babysitting duties and four tiny humans climbed up on him to get him up and out of bed. He loved hearing her talk and if he could have her do so forever he would. As he turned onto her street he hummed. "That does sound beautiful. Yours is way better than why I like it."

"You're gonna laugh," he started as the laughter began to bubble. "It was second grade. It was the only class I didn't have with my sisters. I had taken a test and was in some bullshit percentile so got plucked from my classes with them and put into another. Didn't know anyone there and everyone looked at you funny even though they were all at the same level but anyway. The seats were colored so I happened to sit in the maroon section. I attached to that color because it was at the far left by the window and coincidentally where I could see my sisters from the next class. I hated all the other colors except maroon."

[acnelli]

Hi, for HP series: 🤣 Has a fic ever made your face hurt from laughing so much?

I enjoy reading your fics and I like that you ship different pairings

Send me an ask!

Hey anon,

first of all, thank you 💛

I have 5 fics that made me hysterically laugh at my phone in public.

1) A Counterpoint to Working Launches by @constitutionalweasleymonarchy [Romione]

"Home for lunch?"

"I'll be the one not wearing trousers."

2) In Which Landon Is Accidentally Observant, and Peters Misses Quidditch for No Good Reason at All by @constitutionalweasleymonarchy [Perciver]

The arguments between Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood are so legendary,

a mere glare is enough to clear out the dormitory.

The problem is, Landon and Peters live here, too.

(A 7th year Perciver from the POV of their dormmates.)

3) Nothing Ever Lasts Forever by hull1984 [Dron]

Ron and Harry meet during their exchange year at an American University. Ron isn't having much fun until he meets Viktor at a party. Things pretty much go down hill from there.

4) Crush Contiguous by @glamourtentia [Blairon]

When Ron gets asked out by Blaise Zabini, of all people, he says no. And then he says yes. It becomes a pattern.

5) How to Succeed in Dark Wizardry (Without Really Trying) by technically_direct

Ron maybe accidentally-on-purpose becomes a dark wizard, and everything changes.

Send me one of these if you like.

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

tagged by @liltaz-asatreat to find some words in my wips ! (i don't actually have all the words in there ahh!)

also putting this under a readmore because it's long

also also tw for mentions of alcohol and smoking

these are all from rhapaw because it's the Only wip i have rn lsdfkjsldfjsf

light!

Barry turns his head to see Lup leaning against the wall of the bar. An unlit cigarette hangs from her mouth.

“Sorry about that. You good out here?”

She nods. “Yeah, door’s supposed to lock from the outside but it hasn’t as long as I’ve been coming here.” She pats her pants pockets before frowning. “Hey, you got a light?”

Barry holds up a finger before fishing around his pockets. After a moment, he pulls out a red lighter. “I do, yeah.” He holds it out towards her.

“It’s impolite to not light someone’s cigarette for them, you know,” she says, taking the lighter. It takes her a few tries, the wheel sparking fruitlessly. Eventually though, it catches and she lifts the flame up near her face. She takes a deep drag and nods as she hands the lighter back.

“That so? I’ll keep that in mind.”

“There’s a whole host of smoker’s etiquette, obviously.” Lup looks Barry up and down and frowns for a moment. “Magnus not work here anymore? You just look like security is all.”

“Nah, he does, I’m just covering this shift for him. He had a thing.” Barry explains. He looks down at himself and almost asks how one looks like security but decides against it.

“Okay cool. I’m sure you’re great but Magnus is my dude.

dark !

“How’re you feeling, man?” Johann asks as Kravitz chugs a water bottle backstage.

“This is so goddamn fun, y’all,” he pants after wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He’s glad he opted for a plain black tank top with his black jeans; anything heavier and he’s certain he’d already be a melted puddle back onstage.

“Told ya!” Lup teases as she flips her hair down, wrangling it into a quick ponytail. “It’s so good to be back. I missed this place.”

“Even with the stickiest floor in the contiguous United States?” Johann scrounges around his bag for some snacks he brought; he tosses myriad snack cakes and individual bags of chips onto the low table near the couch. He unceremoniously flops onto the couch and stretches his arms.

“Even with the most disgusting women’s room I’ve ever peed in,” Lup confirms. She squints at the snacks before swiping a Swiss Roll and a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. “Breakfast of Champions,” she remarks wryly. She pops a chip in her mouth and crunches loudly. “Krav, unofficial rule that had to become official because of a former bandmate: don’t really care if you get a drink or something for the rest of the set, just don’t be a jackass and don’t be sloppy. Think you can manage?”

He laughs. “Yeah, I think I can handle that.”

“You’d think it wouldn’t be a big ask but you’d be surprised,” Johann says flatly.

“Oh also, don’t drink any dark liquor here.” Lup adds as she perches on the arm of the couch.

“Is that also an unofficial official rule?” Kravitz furrows his brow a little.

Lup shakes her head. “No, no. See, I used to bartend here on the weekends before this became a more permanent gig. Believe me, fruit flies love cozying up in a bottle of Jack Daniels to die. More sugar content and all. Also harder to see the little bastards in the dark stuff as opposed to like, Tito’s. Honestly though it’s rare I get anything besides canned and draft stuff  here. Good people, bad bar practices to keep the costs dirt cheap.”

“So I think I’m just gonna stick with my water for now.”

“Good choice!” Lup slaps the top of her thighs before standing. “We got about seven more minutes which means I’m gonna go smoke. See y’all in a minute.”

alrighty tagging @phantasmagoric-acquaintance @anistarrose and anyone else who'd like to !! feel free to use these words or perhaps "glass", "fire", and "cool"!

[bluestsdays]

laughter soon falls at his words, completely enamored by him, by the fact that he’s still here, even after what just occurred. it’s almost inconceivable to her that he didn’t want to run away from this, run away from her, but his reassurance quiets those fears, for now. instead, she merely nods, hint of a smile tugging at her cheeks. “ okay— you’re crazy, ” it’s followed with a chuckle, leaning into him, unable to remain too far apart for long, seeking some form of contiguity. finds it much easier out here, when it’s just the two of them, where there’s no fake smiles or expectations to meet. she’s never experienced that while in the vicinity of her parents, so she’s holding onto it for as long as she can. “ a fucking lot, though, really ? i don’t know, i think i need more proof… ” it’s merely a tease, as she knows exactly where they stood with one another, and has, ever since they admitted those three words to one another in her tiny bathroom, tucked away from the world. can feel it now, even, as he presses a kiss to the back of her hand, with the promise that this wouldn’t be the end of them, that he would endure plenty more nights like this for her, for them. it softens her entirely, looking at him with nothing but love, smile growing wider the longer she listens, releasing a laugh just for him. “ i like you too, you know, kind of a disgusting amount— i just really don’t want them to scare you away, or make you feel like you’re not welcome, or something, ” because they were best at that, excelling at making someone feel microscopic by the time a conversation, no matter how short, was over, if they so choose. “ because i’m happy you’re here, too— you’re the only reason i’ve survived so far tonight. normally, i’d be hiding in the bathroom by now, hoping everyone forgets i exist. ” and she’s still not above pulling him in one so they can both hide together, too, if it all becomes a little too much. “ so... does this mean i get to meet your mom next ? if you want me to, i mean. ”

he doesn't fully understand the full extent of it yet, this level of understanding that flows through the both of them, connecting them together by a string; that whatever it was they were made of, they were the same. he's seen glimpses of it, since they first met, felt the inexplicable tug towards her, almost as if his path was always meant to find her somewhere along the way. it's present in the way she looks up at him in that familiar way now, in the skip his heart takes, beating away in his chest— how he's only known her for a few months, he'll never know. not when it feels like he's seen that look, been comforted by it, a countless amount of times before. as if they'd already lived lifetimes together, only now just finding each other in this life, too. " yeah, yeah... call me crazy, but i must have a thing for girl's with interrogator's for parents, " and it was much more than that obviously, his train of thought flicking back momentarily to that night in her bathroom, early on in their relationship, when it had slipped out that he loved her, when she'd echoed the very same back to him. the thought alone, along with the kiss she plants against his cheek, has him smiling, a sight only reserved for her, as he pulls back enough to look at her. " i do like you, though— a fucking lot, really. i hope that much has been clear, " and that it continues to stay that way, no matter the questions, or the judgement, thrown in his direction. " oh, i think all those embarrassing pictures and stories will make this a whole lot better. maybe that's what i can bond with them on, " lilt to his voice is light, teasing, bringing their conjoined hands to his lips, where he presses a soft kiss of his own to the back of her hand. " we can do it over all the inquisition's that are yet to come. " which is his way of reassuring her no, he wasn't going anywhere. " i don't really have any expectations with any of this though, you know? i haven't met anybody's family before, neither have i introduced anybody to my mom... so it's, well it's okay, that this is how it went, " doesn't know any better, anyway. " i'm just happy to be here with you— seeing where you grew up, and all that. "