#i had a Realization Moment earlier which finally made me see what's wrong with me and i feel like i had a marian apparition or smth

[born-to-lose]

Search history full of "how to do therapy by yourself" ahahaha

[fairycheol]

Always An Angel

luke castellan x apollo!fem!reader

cw:fluff, kissing, mentions of injury, teeny tiny angst. death/murder

It had been exactly three days since Luke Castellan had seen you, his girlfriend of three years, around camp.

The first day of your “disappearance” he simply chopped it down to you being busy taking care of the camp infirmary.

By the time day two rolled around, he began to worry, and unfortunately for him the Apollo campers were no help. Delivering cryptic responses every-time Luke asked where you were, practically avoiding his question.

He began to panic, did you leave camp with no goodbye?, were you secretly seeing someone else behind his back? His mind was running a hundred miles an hour.

On day three he took it upon himself to set out looking you. Leaving his campers with Clarisse he marched through every part of camp before arriving at the infirmary.

He hadn’t tried approaching the building earlier because Mr.D had placed a “do not enter” sign on the front.

Oh my gods, had Mr.D killed her?!?

Shaking the crazy thought from his head he finally opened the door to take a peak inside expecting to find a dead body on the ground but to his surprise it was something entirely different.

Sleeping on one of the beds was a 7 year old boy and hunched over asleep in a nearby chair was you, bow and arrow held limply in your hands.

Luke crept forward into the room when he stepped onto an extra creaky floorboard. The sound had succeeded in waking you up with a fright.

As a daughter of Apollo, you were gentle but you were also a fighter. Which would explain why Luke’s shirt was now pinned to the door with an arrow.

Now fully conscious you came to the realization that you’d just shot an arrow… at your boyfriend

“Luke!” you hissed at him

“What the hell is wrong with you?! I could’ve seriously hurt you!” Walking across the room you ripped the arrow off the door and placed it back in your quill.

“I-I was just coming to check on you, I haven’t seen you in three days.” Luke gave you the saddest puppy dog eyes imaginable. Gods was it impossible to get mad at him.

“Aw, you were worried about me?” Luke passed on a smile as you grabbed his face in between your hands,

“Wait no, i’m still mad at you for sneaking up on me!” Taking a step back you let out an angry huff, but the facade had melted almost instantly when Luke pulled you in by the waist and gave you one very very long kiss.

“I’m sorry for scaring you I just need to make sure you were okay. Your campers were pulling every excuse out of the book to get away from me.” Luke explained twisting an eyebrow up in mock suspicion. With a sigh you began to run your hands up and down his chest, feeling his heart race faster with every movement you made.

“I was gonna tell you were I was but he” you pointed at the young boy still fast asleep, “would wake up in tears every-time I tried leaving his side. He didn’t wake up this time cause I asked a daughter of Hypnos to help me get him to sleep comfortably.”

That’s right. The young boy laying in the infirmary had arrived three days ago. He was chased up the hill of camp half blood by a vicious three headed hell hound. When he got to camp he was shaken up and bleeding heavily. The only person able to calm him down was you.

“That doesn’t really explain you being cooped up in here with him.” Luke huffed putting his hands on his waist.

“Yeah well, after I got his stitches done and over with he begged me to stay in here. Said he could still feel the monsters chasing him.” You turn to look at him with such a saddened gaze that had him remembering of your arrival at camp and the night terrors you’d faced yourself.

“You know better than anyone Luke… I couldn’t leave him feeling like he was alone.” He knew exactly what you meant, and he couldn’t even be upset about it.

A pair of warm hands reached up to gently get a hold of your face, turning you to face him. He gave a smile that read a thousand praises.

Luke takes your moment of silence to give you one more kiss, the gesture sets off a million butterflies in your stomach.

“How did I get so lucky with someone like you” Luke brushes a strand of hair from your face, taking a moment to admire you.

His Angel in disguise.

the ending was lowkey rushed cause i didn’t know what to write 😭

hope y’all enjoyed it tho 🫶🏻

[ciainahere]

A Second Chance

Viktor Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Viktor reconnects with one of his past lovers

A/N: I love Elliot page, and I think it is a CRIME that there isn't more Viktor fics out there. This is in the timeline of season 4 which I WILL rewrite bc idk wtf I watched but it wasn't Tua.

(Y/N will be used but won't be described)

"Viktor has officially ran through every woman in the town" A guy announced in the bar making everyone laugh. "Okay that's enough" Viktor said taking the keys a woman had slammed on the counter. Viktor walked back behind the counter to pick up the ringing phone "What is it Luther-" Luther's words faded as he looked at the entrance to see a woman walking in. The woman walked up to the bar leaning on the counter, watching Viktor put the phone away without saying goodbye.

"Hi Viktor" "Hi Y/N"

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10 months earlier

"That's absolutely ridiculous V" Y/N laughed watching Viktor make breakfast. "I'm being so serious; we went back in time" Viktor giggled. Y/N took bacon from the pan "Okay so where are your so-called powers" Viktor rolled his eyes "I told you we lost them" "You lost them after coming out of a rich hotel with a killer bodyguard" Y/N busted out laughing realizing how stupid it all sounded. "It's not funny" Viktor wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer. "But it kind of is" She placed her hands on his cheeks.

They stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying being in each others arms. "So what else did your powers do" Y/N asked playing with his necklace "It was like energy blasts, vibrations and stuff" Viktor replied. A smirk grew on Y/N's face "Did your hands vibrate too" Viktor looked at her confused then sighed when he realized that she was thinking of "You're so annoying"

"You know you love me" "I do"

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2 months earlier

"I can't do this anymore" Viktor said looking at his feet. "Come on, it's just a burger. You can finish it" Y/N giggled. Viktor looked at the woman in front of him. She was everything Viktor could wish for. She was perfect. Too perfect. It scared him. "I mean i can’t do... This." He gestured toward him and Y/N.

"Are you breaking up wit-" "Yes" Viktor interrupted. "Why? I thought we were okay, no actually. I thought we were great" Y/N stared trying to understand where they went wrong or what she could of done to make Viktor not love her anymore. Viktor had no explanation other than he was scared of falling in love with her. Even though he already has. "It's just.. too complicated. Your parents already don't like me and i have to run the bar, we barely even see each other." Viktor lied looking at his plate. Y/N had made them burgers and cake because of the success of the bar. And for their 5 month anniversary.

Y/N knew he was lying.

"I bring you lunch every day at the bar and I'm always awake when you come back. I even offered to help out. YOU were the one that said no." Tears started to fill her eyes trying to find an answer in Viktor's. He refused to look at her. Like she no longer mattered. "V. I've told you so many times that I don't care what my parents think. Or anyone else. It's my life, I choose what I do, and I can love who I want." Viktor needed to leave. He knew if he had looked at her everything would go wrong. Viktor headed for the door of Y/N apartment stopped when he heard Y/N's final words.

"Viktor, I want to love you... because I do but you- You have to let me love you."

Viktor left leaving Y/N with confusion and tears.

A/N: sooo.. should i delete myself and my page or keep going...🌚 PLEASE tell me what you think i genuinely don't mind advice as long as it's respectful.

[tellmeallaboutit]

knock knock (Raphael x F!Player)

Chapter 1, In Which You Install The Mod

FOREWORD: inspired by this post

SUMMARY: Careful which mods you install for BG3. Did you read the terms and conditions carefully?

TAGS: meta romance, psychological horror, smut, the character is the player, Raphael is after you, you wanted him, you invited him to our world, he accepted your invitation

RATING: explicit

AO3

***

You hesitated for a moment before downloading this “Devil Wears Nada” mod. It felt slightly inappropriate, absurd as it may sound. There was something disrespectful about making Raphael deliver his final monologue in the nude.

Well, you would have to live with offending a bunch of pixels because you do want these screenshots. You put the salt and vinegar Pringles out of the way and wiped your fingers on a napkin before committing this digital sin.

Clickity-click-click. You dragged-and-dropped the mod where you wanted it to be and launched Steam. Now to load the saved game where you made the deal with the devil and gave him the crown of Karsus… pretty much any saved game really. 

Raphael had been spared in each one of your playthroughs.

A sigh escaped you when the devil still appeared fully clothed in the game; had something gone wrong? You double-checked, only to realize that you'd forgotten to activate the mod - odd, since you clearly remembered doing so. Leaving the game, you dragged the mod back into place.

On your phone, in the Devil's Den discord chat, you informed everyone of Raphael's stubborn refusal to undress.

MAKE HIM! came the immediate reply, followed by STRIP THE OLD MAN, accompanied by raunchy gifs. Couldn't help but grin at that.

Back in the game, you loaded an earlier save file and sank into your chair to watch Raphael emerge from the flames, clothed once again. “You son of a…”, you muttered to yourself. It was getting late anyway; this would be your last attempt before calling it a day. Tomorrow is Tuesday and thus another work day. 

“It won’t be long before you come knocking at my door”, Raphael said, looking straight at you from the wide screen. This wall-breaking sequence was brilliantly executed—you had to admit it—very eerie.

Raphael let out a deep, hearty laugh, head thrown back, pearly teeth glistening in orange-red lighting. You didn’t see this animation before. They must have added it with the latest patch, so you moved in closer. 

Handsome as sin, this devil - if he asked for your soul, you’d hand it over on a silver platter.

Suddenly, he fell silent for several seconds, staring directly at you from across the digital divide. You reached for the mouse to check if there was a glitch in the cutscene when Raphael's voice sliced through the silence.

“You are quite eager to see me naked, aren’t you? Naughty little mouse,” Raphael taunted.

What the fuck?

WHAT THE FUCK!?

You recoiled in shock and slammed your laptop shut. A shriek must have escaped your lips, but you were too stunned to notice. It took a moment for your heart to settle and for you to remember what date it was today.

A quick glance over the watch on your wrist confirmed: it was the first of April. April first, two thousand and twenty-four. 

It was an April Fool's joke from the modders.

Oh, fuck. Having recovered from the initial shock, you cautiously opened your notebook, only to be greeted by the familiar "ta-ta" outro. Oh, fuck. This is some kind of really fucked-up prank. How did they get this voice line?

AI, probably. Not probably. Definitely. There was no way they could have involved Andrew Wincott.

You scanned the game screen for any other surprises, but found none. Picking up your phone, you opened Discord and began recording a long voice message - your fingers too clammy to type.

The replies came soon after.

Haha, this is so fucked up, did they really do this? Hm. I have to try it myself. RECORD IT, RECORD IT PLEASE!

You stared at the loading screen but couldn't bring yourself to replay it. Instead, you searched “Raphael naked mod April joke” and clicked on the first Reddit thread that popped up. You didn't even bother to open it; a quick glance at the preview comment – “crazy I almost had a heart attack” – was more than enough.

Enough for today.

You quickly brushed your teeth in the bathroom and changed into short pajamas before glancing at the laptop on the other side of the room, its camera eye peering at you from across the room. You closed the shutter.

“Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you”, you read somewhere.

You tucked yourself into bed, phone in hand, blanket between your legs. Was it time for a quick stroll through selected Raphael / Tav bookmarks?

No. Well, maybe. The threesome with Haarlep, just a quick re-read to help you fall asleep quicker. You were creeped out, but not that creeped out. You’ve heard of such meta jokes before. Black & White did it, Metal Gear Solid did it, too. 

But still… they really should tag this sort of stuff.

Your nightly reading was progressing nicely; things were getting interesting - “the ridges of his devil cock stroking your sensitive walls” interesting. Your hand slid into your underwear, working your finger past your hair down to your clit. This scene was very well written, you could almost feel it, picture yourself spread open between Haarlep and Raphael. 

The smut got better and better right until your phone vibrated in your hand, and you dropped it on the blanket.

Unknown caller ID.

Don't answer it, came the panicked, irrational thought as it grabbed you in a chokehold. 

You stared at the screen - the call went on and on - and pushed it aside. Swiped to the right in one quick motion and heard an automated female voice:

"This call is from Europol. We would like to inform you that your identity card number has been misused. For further information please press 1."

You hung up immediately, recognizing this as one of those scam calls that had been making rounds recently. Your mum had received one too. 

Nothing to lose sleep over.

You put the phone down and turned your back to it, trying to calm down. Screw the fanfic, you were not in the mood anymore. Well, you were, but…

Another time. 

It took some time before you could relax, your gaze fixed on the blank wall in front of you, re-playing that cutscene all over again in your head, occasionally wandering to the large window looking out over the courtyard (what a pitch black night). 

Eventually, you did. 

As you drifted off to sleep, a voice whispered in your dream:

“You are quite eager to see me naked, aren’t you? Naughty little mouse”.

The silky soft voice was so lovely; it made you feel less alone. A small smile crossed your lips as you slept.

Yes, Raphael. Very eager indeed. 

Tomorrow. You’ll try again tomorrow.

NEXT: Chapter 2, In Which You Meet A Tall Dark Stranger

[allaboutnayeli]

I neeeedddd a fanfiction of r being really shy and they just started dating (elisa asked because r can't even look at her eyes).

Also, no need to do it if you don't have time. I know you probably have finals and even other stuff x

eye contact is overrated ( elisa de almeida x reader )

prompt: you can't seem to stop being shy around elisa even after she asks you out.

author notes: thank you for the request! and ty for being appreciative of my time but tbh i have more free time than i should. i hope this is what you wanted. i finished this at literally 4am so give me slack on any grammar/spelling errors. enjoy!

you wouldn't consider yourself to be a shy person. your personality was bold and strong on the pitch while loud and talkative off of the pitch. nobody would consider you shy expect for one person: elisa de almeida who just so happens to be your now current girlfriend. even after getting with her, you're still so shy.

it truly isn't your fault. elisa is the first woman to make you feel this way; nervous in a good way. the first to make your heart flutter when she gives you a quick smile. it's 100% elisa's fault for being so beautiful like she is. that's why you always look away when she tries to hold eye contact or use to go silent in the locker room when she walked past you. she was too beautiful for her own good.

when you first moved clubs to paris saint germain from wolfsburg, you were understandably nervous. not nervous enough to not be your bubbly self, but just nervous enough to try to calm down that really loud part of your personality when first meeting the team.

that didn't last long once you got around jackie and ramona. the team overall was full of some big personalities, but those two really bought out your loud side. all day at practice you were playing around and almost had to be separated from jackie so you could focus. that energetic, fun energy followed you all day until it was time to leave.

you were changing out of your practice kit, humming a soft tune. lost in your own world as you put on your tshirt than your sweatpants. you turn as you feel someone's presence behind you. there stood elisa who smiles at you. that stupidly attractive smile. your loud personality from earlier crawls into a shell as you give her a shy smile back.

"can i borrow a comb?" the french player asks, again smiling that stupidly attractive smile at you. it takes a moment for you to just nod and grab your comb from your bag. awkwardly smiling as you hand her the comb. you really was just trying to cover up how feeling her hand against yours makes your heart flutter. "thanks," elisa says before walking off. probably to go find a mirror to look at.

that first interaction set the tone for all the interactions between elisa and you after. the french player would try to make conversation with you and the most she would get was short answers.

at first, she thought you hated her or something like that. you were overly bubbly and friendly with everyone else but her. it made elisa nervous as usually she was easily liked. that's just how her personality is: likeable. what did she do wrong to make you that uncomfortable around her?

it wasn't until she started to notice that you would blush and look away at her when she would greet you. elisa realized you weren't shy out of discomfort, but just out of gay panic. that changed everything for her. now she was determined to get you to open up to her and become closer to you. that shy smile of yours was doing things to her heart so elisa thinks it's only fair that you talk to her for more than five minutes.

instead of talking to you in person which just ends up with you running off, elisa took a different approach and messaged you on instagram. talking to someone online has always been less nerve wracking than in person so it only took a few messages for elisa to see your real personality. that loud, talkative y/n everyone else got to see.

in person you still shyed away from her, but a win was a win to her.

eventually after months of talking back and forth on instagram, you start to open up to elisa in person. happily jumping up on her in celebration after making a great goal. being able to hold an actual conversation with her in person as long as y'all's other teammates are around.

still you have fallen hard for her. you wanted to take you two's friendship to the next level. however you would rather crawl into a hole than ask elisa out. that was going way too far for your (gay panic induced) shyness.

good thing elisa felt the same way and was actually bold enough to take that leap. one day, she invited you out for lunch. despite being incredibly nervous (due to gay panic) you accepted and dressed in a cute white crop top with some flared jeans. doing a half up half down hairstyle for the occasion.

when you arrived at the restaurant, your heart rate was a little higher than it should be but you pushed though and sat down at the reserved table elisa got. she sits infront of you, smiling with that beautiful smile of hers. "thanks for asking me out to this place. it's so nice," you say, almost stumbling over your words. "it's really nothing. i just wanted to spend more time with you" elisa replies back. those words almost had you running out of the restaurant (again gay panic). thankfully you stayed sat in your seat.

the date (would it even be considered one? you didn't ask her) goes well. with you two enjoying a nice lunch before heading off to an aquarium. elisa was particularly obsessed with the sea otters. forcing you to stay by their exhibit longer than needed, but you dealt with it for her. the little critters were cute anyways. you have actually gotten more comfortable talking to her in person now. however eye contact was out of the question, with you always acting interested in other things when you two would speak to each other. it couldn't be helped in all honesty. elisa was just too pretty and her eyes were like the sun in your eyes, so obviously you have to look away; staring at the sun isn't good for you.

the sun was setting as you two step out of the aquarium. hands interlocked as y'all walk to elisa's car. you were actually the reason you two were holding hands right now and it took all of your willpower to power though all that gay panic and take elisa's hand in yours. elisa's already high confidence level climbed that day.

once inside of her car, she starts to talk excitedly about the day. with you saying a few words here and there but listening intently. hearing her sound so excited made you smile.

"the best part of today was definitely the otter exhibit. those little guys are incredibly cute," elisa rants off as she continues to drive. you nod in agreement. "yeah but the penguins were cuter in my opinion," you say. giggling once elisa steals a glance at you. obviously offended.

"why would you even say that? the otters beat out penguins by a long shot" she says. the empathizing in her words almost made you agree, but no. the penguins still have your heart. "they really don't but whatever you say" you shrug before leaning your head against the window. elisa gives you the side eye but has to focus on the road in the end so she will definitely be bringing this back up at a later date.

it takes twenty minutes to get to your place from the aquarium.

elisa being the gentleman she is walks you to your door. "thank you for taking me out today. it was fun," you smile warmly at her. smiling even brighter when she leans in for a hug. happily letting her take you in her arms. the warmth of the embrace almost makes you scream (in gay panic), but you'll save that for later when you're by yourself.

"i enjoyed myself so thank you actually" the french player says against your ear. you could hear the smile on her lips as she speaks, "i have a question for you, y/n."

elisa pulls away from the hug. with her hands still holding onto your arms. she tries to hold eye contact with you (because that's more romantic) but you look away. "what is it?" you say quietly. she looks at you for another moment before saying, "can i be your girlfriend?"

you almost ran into your house out of pure panic. instead you pull her back into a hug. "duh" you giggle.

now you and elisa have been together for a month. that overly shyness of yours have faded a bit. however you still blush when elisa holds your hand in public or when she hugs you from behind or kiss you or pretty much do anything couples usually do.

maybe you shyness hasn't faded, but you are way more comfortable with holding a conversation with her. you start to initiate some affection like a few hugs and kisses but it's mostly elisa being her bold self that starts things.

it's a nice evening of having a movie marathon when the fact you still can't hold eye contact with your girlfriend reveals itself. you are laying on her top of her with your head on her chest as you two stare at the tv. the monster high movies from your childhood playing on the screen. elisa seems to be enjoying the movies despite them not being apart of her childhood at all. clawd is her favorite by the way. she turns to look down at you.

"babe.." she says quietly, chuckling once you look up at her. immediately you look away the moment y'all's eyes meet. it's not your fault you're too shy for all that still. elisa just smiles, mentally reminding herself to break you out of that shy shell of yours, as she guides you to face her again.

leaning down slightly as she kisses you. good thing kisses don't require eye contact.

[neonlin]

JACK’S CHARACTER BREAKDOWN PART -3

JACK -A SOPHISTICATED LOVER

After finishing my first 2 parts on Jacks Character analysis ,I thought to wait how the narrative is gonna go in 11th episode cause after seeing the spoilers for the week ,I was almost confirmed that they are gonna do Jack's character dirty and make Joke look like a pathetic lover who once again ask for forgiveness. I am actually thankful to the show writers that they din't , and instead surprised me with his angsty/angry /hero side . Here is what I want to highlight about Jacks another character trait-He is always subtle in his ways of expressing love . He was never vocal about it ,the only time that we see him expressing was when he tells Joker that he will have his eyes only for him(EP 10) . Not only Joke but me who was watching the show sounded it so cheesy and cringe and I felt like Jack doesn’t do this but being in love he made a good attempt . At the same time when we saw Joke doing the same thing on the swing -I didn’t feel it like cringe -it was just a cute moment that made everyone shy. Here is the stark contrast between Jack and Joker,Joker is a lover boy who is expressive and Jack is the exact opposite . (They compliment each other so well here !!!!) .

People like Jack who always used to consider duty as love , never really expresses what's in their heart ,they may act or do shitty things spontaneously/impulsivily but may never intend bad things to happen.

So in Episode 10 -Jack was having one of the worst days of his life -probably the most tragic since his parents death /also the day he was fooled by Joker and was forced to join the Boss .Everything was in shambles ,there was chaos everywhere, his daughter was injured and he learns that the love of his life has broken his trust and did things behind his back which indirectly lead to some of the mishaps of the day.

This was his breaking point -he cannot do it any longer .It was so over for him.  His body, mind , heart and soul din't know what to do -there was Joke standing in front of him sobbing , crying ,unable to look straight into his eyes, defenseless ,with hands by his side and tears rolling down his eyes. Jack dint know what to do ,he felt empty ,defeated ,cheated and what not ??!! and all he could do was raise his voice and pull Jokers collar and question him for his actions. He wanted to punch him so badly, he even raised his hand to do so but couldn’t make himself to hurt the man in front of his eyes who was his  partner ,his family ,his faen .

So when the events of the day got over ,all Jack could think of was hurrying back to his home and fix things up. Good Lord !!!! and that is when we realize the whole fucking shit that he din't mean a single WORD he said to Joker at hospital. He wanted to get back to his man = his home and make things right. Don't you see ? He din't even know the whole fucking truth of why joke stole the ring , he din't want to know it either ,he just wanted to get back to his home .

But fate had different plans .....

Once Jack gets to know Joke was taken away ,It triggered the shit out of him.His face was trembling with anger , terror, regret for not coming earlier ,for having said all the wrong things, for not apologizing .It was so evident in his face. Yes that’s Jacks Character breakdown part 3 for you.!!!!!

P.S I hope the final episode brings justice to their love .And of course  I am waiting for that ‘donot touch my boyfriend ‘ scene too badly.....See he didn’t even hesitate to blurt it out loud. That my JACK !!!

[thatgirl4815]

Ray's Feelings

Ray's process of falling in love with Sand has such nuance to it that I think gets horribly overshadowed by his actions alone, not their context. Yes, Ray mistreats Sand. Yes, Ray has a lot to apologize for. But I think Ray is a broken person who has a lot to apologize for because he's in a situation that he is grossly under-equipped, both mentally and emotionally, to handle.

@victorialovesstiles' post here includes a great discussion of the moment Ray becomes fully aware of Sand's feelings for him in Ep8. Up to this point, I don't think Ray tried to pin down exactly how he felt for Sand because the situation didn't necessitate it. He and Sand were "friends," and that label was always fine with Ray, until it wasn't enough anymore, until Sand couldn't put up with it. Looking back on all of this progression, I'd argue Ray has had feelings for Sand for as long as Sand has had feelings for him, but he hasn't been in a place to confront them the same way Sand has. It makes sense given that Sand is the one in the bad spot, watching Ray chase after Mew. If their situations had been reversed, I think Ray would've had to contend with his feelings much more directly much earlier.

Ray makes comments like this that point to the depth of his feelings, but he never truly vocalizes them outright until later in Ep9. Ray realizing how happy he is with Sand and admitting to that is the first step in the recognition of his true feelings, that he sees Sand as more than a good friend who takes care of him and just so happens to sleep with him.

Ray's feelings are strong, but they are also delicate, as demonstrated by the fight at Sand's apartment in Ep10. This dialogue in particular:

Ray thinks he deserves to be upset for having his emotions played with, which says more than anything how much Ep9 meant to him. It's also important in the context of money, because Ray's self-worth is so heavily influenced by what he can offer other people: if nothing else, he has always had his wealth to fall back on. And here is Sand claiming to love him, but all Ray can see is someone who accepted payment. Every conversation they’ve about the separation of feelings and money is being put into question.

At the end of Ep10, Ray echoes his dialogue in Ep8. I personally like that Ray makes a point of saying how happy he is with Sand; what stands out to me here is that Ray is confessing this to imaginary Sand, so he's technically only really admitting it to himself. He makes me happy and I keep screwing it up. He does care, and he's always cared, but I can't do anything but ruin it. I was made to ruin things. Those are all thoughts that seem to lay at the core of his dialogue at the end of Ep10.

I guess my main point here is that we witness Ray returning to this idea time and time again that when he's with Sand, he's truly happy. Sand sees beyond his problems, beyond the brokenness. Even with how complex their situation is, there's something so beautiful about that simplicity. Sand makes Ray happy. That’s what it’s always boiled down to.

"I know now that you want nothing from me" -> I have a feeling this entire speech from Ray is going to form a deeper trust between Ray and Sand. Ray knows now that Sand is true. He knows that he has overthought everything. The reason why Ray skews the situation with Sand is because Ray is so used to viewing himself in a negative light, but he was clinging to the hope that Sand didn't see him that way. Even when other characters insult Ray for his behavior (which isn't entirely undeserved), Sand was always there to explain why he was wrong, to encourage him to be better. When it's Sand, it's about growth, not just recognition.

The ending scene in Ep10 is such a catharsis because Ray is finally coming to terms with the fact that virtually all of the doubts and complexities surrounding his relationship with Sand were created by him. But Sand has always been true. Sand has always loved him. And now that he sees that, he knows just how important it is that he clings to that love and never lets it go.

[cordelia-noir]

I have a DBDA prompt for you, if you're interested! I realized earlier today that in episode 5, when Crystal says something like "All three of us lost our lives to boys who went too far, that's a really shitty thing to have in common," she isn't referring to the boys, but to Maren and Shelby! She doesn't actually know the specifics of how the boys died! So my prompt is: what if Charles or Edwin had replied with something like "That makes the five of us, actually," leading into briefly sharing exactly how they died. ✨Trauma Bonding✨

This is definitely more of a gen prompt, but I thought I'd share anyway, in case it peaked your interest 😆 no worries either way, and happy writing!! Hope you feel better soon :D

I’m not sure if I agree with that reading of the scene. In context, I do think that Crystal is referring to her and boys, but the angst! I love this idea for a fic, so here we go!

Read on AO3

“All three of us lost our lives to boys who went too far, that's a really shitty thing to have in common,” Crystal said, glancing back at the police station where Maren had just confessed to her crimes. 

Edwin looked away and swallowed, though by all reasonable metrics he shouldn't need to. 

“I suppose that the same could be said of Maren and Shelby as well,” he said, still looking away, across the street and into the trees. “Though I agree that it is not a club in which I would like to see new members.”

Crystal shook her head.

“I’m sorry, what?” she asked, looking between the two boys. “I was talking about Maren and Shelby, who are you talking about?”

Charles gave a short little laugh, though it didn’t sound even as joyful as his usual, self-deprecating laughs. 

“Well, I guess that’s all five of us, huh?” Charles said, clapping Edwin on the back. Edwin didn’t react at all, just kept staring into the distance. 

Crystal opened her mouth, then closed it again, struggling to find the right words. When words did finally come out, she was pretty sure that they were still the wrong ones. 

“Wait, how the fuck did you two die?”

Charles looked surprised. 

“Well I died of internal bleeding and hypothermia and Edwin got summoned to hell on a technicality, you know that.”

“Yeah, but neither of those things involve assholes who went too far,” Crystal said, willing it to be true.

Edwin huffed a laugh and turned to start walking toward The Tongue and Tail. Charles and Crystal followed mutely.

“Five boys from my school summoned a demon to “scare me”,” Edwin said, raising his gloved hands to do some frankly unnecessary air quotes, “While they tied me to a table and called me things I’d rather not repeat.”

“Jesus,” Crystal breathed.

“Though I suppose it’s different,” Ediwn continued, undeterred, “since they were also taken to hell, they ruined their own lives as well.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask,” Crystal said when it was clear that Edwin was done speaking for the moment. “But what happened to you, Charles?”

“Some other boys beat me up and chased me into a lake,” Charles said with a shrug.

“In February,” Edwin added, “After saving another boy from a similar fate.”

“Shit,” Crystal said softly. “No wonder you had such little patience for my drama with David.”

That got Edwin to stop walking and do a dramatic turn back to face her. 

“I have dealt with many demons, Crystal,” Edwin said earnestly, “And while David is not particularly powerful, he is remarkably tenacious, even for his kind. I… regret being so dismissive of his actions toward you. I fear that my experiences have made me somewhat numb to the difficulties and I failed to take into consideration what it must be like to be going through it all for the first time.”

Charles moved closer to Edwin so that their shoulders bumped against one another. Crystal wondered vaguely if this was the compromise they’d come to over the years considering Edwin’s general aversion to hugs.

“Well,” she said, stepping up to Edwin’s other side and using her shoulder to bump his arm the same way Charles had. “It’s still a really shitty thing for us all to have in common.”

“Quite,” Edwin agreed. “Well I think that’s quite enough emotion for one day. I am unaccustomed to it. Shall we continue with our work then?”

[comfortingevanbuckley]

You can turn a bad day around | 700+ words | Teen and up

Summary: Buck has a rough day at work and when Tommy is late for a movie date, he lets his frustration show. Tommy surprises him anyway. Day 3 of @evanbuckleyweek Walking Away

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Buck couldn’t tell you what got him so upset. It had been a rough day at work and he was looking forward to this movie date all night. He had even brought a change of clothes with him so he could look nice and just head over to the theater. But he stood outside the theater for over an hour, long past their meeting time and well after the movie already started.

His calls and texts to Tommy went unanswered. Buck knew that Tommy was off work around the same time that he was, so why wasn’t he here? With the added frustration built up from Gerrard’s little digs all day towards him and everyone else, it was as if every insecurity that he had been working to get rid of finally came back.

He’s tired of you. He changed his mind. You’re not good enough.

Unfortunately, this is right when he felt a hand on his shoulder, causing Buck to jump. Turning to see Tommy, he was instantly annoyed instead of happy to see him.

“Hey, sorry I’m-”

“You know if you didn’t want to come, you could have texted me.” Buck blurted out, allowing the frustration that had built up speak for him. He knew deep down this was the wrong move, but it had already been a bad day.

“Evan, that’s not-”

“I know I can get to be too much, but I didn’t think it would be so quick.”

Tommy looked confused, but Buck could barely see that. “Gosh between work being so shitty lately and my own boyfriend being late, I guess nothing can go right.”

“Evan!” Tommy said sternly to get his attention. “Maybe you should take a walk before you say something you’ll regret, baby. You’re upset.”

Buck stopped for a moment, realizing he was right. But he was feeling like a brat right now and he just turned and walked away.

Behind him, Tommy sighed and pulled out his phone. Do I want to know what Gerrard did today?

Eddie just sent back an emoji with the mouth turned up sideways. Yeah, that would do it. Tommy sighed, watching as Buck walked away from him.

____

Buck got about two blocks away before realizing how stupid he was being. It wasn’t Tommy’s fault he had a crappy day. Groaning in embarrassment, Buck turned to go back when he saw Tommy walking up to him with flowers in his hands. He hadn’t been holding flowers earlier.

“Where did you get those?”

“Flower shop across from the movies. I told the lady I was late to a date with my boyfriend and she gave me these.”

Buck huffed and shook his head. “It’s not your fault I was a shitty boyfriend to you.”

“No, it’s not. But I could have made sure my phone didn’t die before my shift ended so I could text you.”

Buck closed his eyes in embarrassment. “Which…you tried to tell me before I blew up at you.”

He could feel Tommy come closer, with the way the flower bag crinkled in his hands and how his hand was taken carefully in his strong ones.

“I heard today was a bad day. How about we go home, cuddle on the couch, and watch some Netflix?”

Buck looked back towards the theater. “But you were looking forward to that new psychological thriller you told me about.”

“And we can watch it another time. Right now, I want to take my boyfriend home and make him feel better.”

“First, I owe you an apology. I’m sorry I blew up at you. I was just tired and all of these nagging insecurities popped up. It's still not an excuse to do that to you.”

Tommy pressed his lips to Buck’s, giving him a moment to kiss back before pulling away. “And by the way, you were wrong. You will never be too much for me. To me, you’re perfect.”

Buck blushed at that, taking the flowers and plucking one out to hand to him. “Here. To make up for snapping at you.”

“I accept your apology.” Tommy stuck the flower in his ear, making Buck laugh. “Now, let’s go home, okay?”

Nodding his head, Buck followed him back to the cars so they could leave.

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Grocery Store Swap

My boyfriend Luis and I were doing some shopping at the local grocery store. There wasn't a cloud in the sky when we walked in but soon a downpour started, judging by the sound of pouring rain and thunder. My name is Collin, and I was an average twink at 20 years old; nothing really too special; I'm a nice guy, I guess. I care about my appearance enough that I try, but don't put too much effort into it. I usually comb my hair in a side swept fashion because it's easy. Luis, who's 22, loves rocking the bad boy look and never goes anywhere without his Doc Martens. He's the type that never puts up with anybody's shit, because he knows that one look is enough to scare them away. There are a lot of trashy assholes in the town we live in, so it's a nice thing to have.

So we were walking down the pasta aisle about to pick up a box of macaroni and cheese, when a loud sound erupted from outside followed by a flash seen inside. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was the power going out in the entire store.

When I woke up, the power was restored but I heard shrieks coming from the other end of the store. I also noticed that I was no longer in the pasta aisle, but in the pet food section. I don't even own a pet, what would I be doing here? I was sitting on the floor and noticed my back seemed really tense. I must've fallen down when I fainted but my back shouldn't be hurting this much! It was then that I looked down and noticed something horribly wrong. My arms were all full of gray hairs and my hands were all wrinkly! I was wearing different clothes too - a polo shirt, even though I hate that style! I got up on my feet and felt groggier than usual too. I then noticed my face felt a little itchy and I went to scratch my beard...wait I have a beard! What's going on here? I reached up to touch my hair and as I combed through, I found a huge bald spot! This is crazy! I'm not old! What is my boyfriend going to think? I knew I had to see what I truly looked like so I headed towards the restroom passing through multiple people that were walking around seemingly confused. I looked in the mirror and saw the face of an old man that wasn't me...well it is me now! I made faces in the mirror, reassuring myself that this is me.

I decided to take off my shirt to see the rest of the damage. This is insane! I'm in an old man's body! That shirt really contained all this wrinkly, saggy skin well because it all hangs out when you take it off. My skin jiggled slightly as I felt around. I ran my hands through the gray chest hairs feeling tickled by every strand. It was then that I noticed I was getting hard. I'm surprised how quickly it happened. Don't old guys have ED or something? I walked into a stall, pulled down my pants to find a thick hard and veiny cock. Oh yeah. I could see my balls were wrinkly and droopy, which actually aroused me even more! I started jerking while rubbing my nipples that sagged a bit from the pair of small moobs I now owned, grazing my hot fuckin silver daddy chest hairs. Fuck. I rubbed my balding head as I continued to jerk. I would've finished by now if I wasn't an old man, but I didn't care. I wanted this moment to last forever. I scratched my beard and finally started to cum. It splattered everywhere, hitting the stall door as I wallowed in euphoria. Fuck, that was great.

As the post nut clarity kicked in, I put my clothes back on, washed my hands and suddenly realized something, I needed to find my boyfriend! I'm guessing everyone in the store was body-swapped when the lighting struck so he had to be in here somewhere. As I walked out of the restroom, I heard lots of people shouting. Compared to the terror shrieks from earlier, these sounded like conversing. I heard people shouting out others names until I found a large crowd of people, all of which were holding signs with names on them. In the middle was a table set up with large pieces of construction paper and markers. I get it now; people are writing down their names in hopes of finding the people they were with. I decided to do the same. I wrote down "Collin Matthews" in big letters on the paper and held it up high. I called out my boyfriend's name as well.

"Luis Baron! Luis Baron! Where are you?" I called for a few minutes Soon enough I was starting to lose hope. What if he's not here somehow? What if the swap failed or something and he died? I started to bring down the sign in defeat until I heard a deep voice behind me.

"Collin?"

I turned around to find a big guy in his late 20s smile at me. He was wearing thick framed glasses and a baseball cap. I could see a bit of his gut hang out from under his tanktop, which rested itself over his blue basketball shorts. He tried to tuck it in when he noticed I was looking down.

"Is that really you Luis?" I made eye contact with him.

"It's me all right." I believed him, but I noticed the tough guy tone in his voice was gone, and not just because it was a different voice entirely. It sounded doubtful and weak. "Man, you're like 70!"

"I know! I was disgusted at first but then I realized it's actually pretty hot."

I scratched my beard and glanced down at his gut once again. I can't believe it! My boyfriend is a fat guy! I've never dated anyone this big before so I'm actually turned on, even after I just finished. When I looked back up, I could see the rage on his face.

"Hey stop looking down at my belly! How do you think I feel being forced to be this fat loser? I can't even stop my gut from poking out. It's disgusting!" As he tried to tuck in his gut once more, his whole body jiggled. I could feel myself getting hard once again. Luis looked down and noticed my bulge.

"Wait, you're turned on?"

"Yep." His whole mood seemed to change and he began to smirk.

"Hey do you wanna...try a once in a lifetime experience?" My cock began to stiffen even more.

"I'm listening..."

"Well...I found keys and an address listed on this guy's driver's license. What do you say we send a text to our old numbers...after we have a little fun." I gave a devilish smile as I stroked my balding head and scratched my beard.

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 30: Smut Themed Sentence Starters

I ended up using two sentences: "Who needs a sleigh ride when I can ride you instead" and "Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

Tags: Established Relationship, Implied Smut, Bad Pick-Up Lines, Eddie Munson Is A Menace, Steve Harrington Is A Romantic

wc: 1345 | Rating: M

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Steve is a hopeless romantic.

Always has been and probably always will be.

Eddie pretends to hate it, but Steve knows the truth. That under all that leather and loud music is a giant teddy bear who swoons every time Steve shows up with a fresh bouquet of flowers or a pack of his favorite cigarettes from Melvalds.

Everyone else may be fooled, but not Steve.

Which is why Steve has to pull out all the stops for their first winter together as a couple.

He set the bar high last year when they were just friends and now he has to top it. Not because Eddie’s expecting it or anything, but because he wants to. Eddie deserves it. And honestly, so does Steve.

After watching hours of romantic holiday movies and driving around the local towns to see what winter activities they have to offer, Steve draws up the plan. He rents a small cabin two towns over where the snow is already two feet deep with more on the way and buys tickets to all the fun events the town has to offer. Well, almost all of the events. Ice skating is out of the question after last year’s incident left them both battered, bruised, and so sore they could barely get out of their own beds for the Hopper-Byers New Year’s Eve party.

So far, the vacation is everything Steve hoped it would be. They’ve played in the snow, eaten the best apple pie he’s ever gotten his hands on, and strolled around town whispering judgments about the over-the-top Christmas decorations people have outside their houses. They’ve also made themselves comfortable in the cabin — breaking in the bed and the couch and maybe even the indoor hot tub once or twice.

But today is the real showstopper. The grand finale to their little winter weekend getaway and the entire reason Steve booked this place in the first place.

They’re going on a reindeer-pulled sleigh ride through the picturesque snowy terrain of the town.

Or at least they’re supposed to be going on a reindeer-pulled sleigh ride.

“What do you mean you double booked?”

“It seems we accidentally scheduled you and another party for the two o’clock sleigh ride,” the woman behind the counter says. She’s older, graying hair pulled back in a neat bun and thin glasses falling down the bridge of her nose. Steve glares as her lips turn up in what is supposed to be an apologetic smile as she continues. “Since the other party included children, we assumed you wouldn’t mind giving up your spot for a refund.”

“Well, you assumed wrong,” Steve snaps, hands slamming down on the desk a bit more forceful than he had hoped. “You didn’t even give me a courtesy call to let me know of the cancelation.”

“We were just about to do that.”

“Bullshit! My reservation was scheduled for ten minutes ago. If you were going to call you would have done it the moment you realized your mistake.”

“I am sorry for the inconvenience Mr. Harrington but we only realized the error when the other family checked in early.”

“So if I was allowed to check in early like I tried to do, you would have let us keep our reservation?” Steve asks, growing more and more irritated by the second.

He and Eddie have been freezing their balls off for almost an hour now outside of the rustic shop. Even bundled up in their winter coats, beanies, and hand-knitted scarf and mitten set from Claudia hasn't been enough to keep them warm. It’s why he sent Eddie off in the direction of the hot chocolate stand while he tried to work his charm and get them into an earlier slot.

“Well, no, that’s not what I’m saying, but—“

“This is ridiculous,” Steve huffs, tugging at the hem of his scarf. “I booked this trip specifically for this sleigh ride and now you’re telling me I can’t go on it.”

“I understand your disappointment Mr. Harr—“

“Stop calling me that!” If there’s one thing Steve hates more than being unjustly inconvenienced it’s being referred to be his surname. He doesn’t need to be reminded of the man he shares his name with. Not now, not ever.

“Um, sorry…” the woman trails off and glances down at her schedule. “Steve. I can offer you a voucher for the trouble. Unfortunately, we are booked up for the rest of the week.”

“Keep the voucher and shove it,” Steve hisses before shoving himself away from the counter.

It takes him a minute to reign in his anger as he stomps his way toward Eddie. He’s sitting on a bench holding two cups of hot chocolate. Judging by the way his body shivers, they’re not doing much to keep him warm.

“Uh oh,” Eddie says, setting the cups aside when Steve gets closer. “I don’t like that frown.”

“Yeah, well, get used to it. Gladys over there fucked with our reservation,” Steve sneers, plopping down on the bench. “Said they doubled booked us and voided our reservation to give to some couple with kids because she “figured I wouldn’t mind.” Of course, I fucking mind!”

“Oh sweetheart,” Eddie sighs, tugging Steve until he’s tucked securely under his left arm. “M’sorry. She sounds like a bitch.”

“Those kids aren’t even going to remember the sleigh ride when they’re older! But we would have!”

Eddie nods in agreement, nuzzling his cheek into the soft cotton of Steve’s beanie. The contact is almost enough to extinguish Steve’s anger. Almost.

“Now the vacation is ruined.”

“And you say I’m a drama queen,” Eddie teases, pulling away and twisting on the bench to face Steve. He tucks one leg under him and lets the other dangle off the bench before joining their hands together as best he can given they’re still wearing mittens. “Our vacation is not ruined. It’s been fun. Maybe our best one yet.”

“Yeah, well it could have been even better.”

“Oh come on,” Eddie tsks, squeezing his hand. “Who needs a sleigh ride when I can ride you instead.”

“Eddie!” Steve gapes. He can feel what little heat is in his body crawling its way to his cheeks, turning them a bright shade of red if he had to guess.

“Or you could ride me,” Eddie says, before leaning forward. He gets his lips on the shell of Steve’s ear before continuing, “You know I’m not picky.”

Suddenly the blood rushing to his face takes a detour traveling down, down, down until it settles in his dick. Steve can feel it twitch at Eddie’s word and the feeling of his warm breath against his ear.

“You’re a menace.”

Eddie hums, glancing around to make sure no one is watching them before letting his hand drift to Steve’s lap. He moves slowly at first, teasing him until his hand finally settles on the apparent bulge in his pants.

“M’ you like it though, don’t ya big boy,” Eddie says, giving an experimental squeeze before pulling his hand away completely. When Steve looks up, he’s staring at him with those big round mischievous eyes of his. “Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

Steve groans both in pleasure and in exasperation. He buries his head in the crook of Eddie’s neck for a moment before pulling away. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

“Hey, it put a smile on your face didn’t it.”

It did. Though, if he’s honest with himself, Eddie always puts a smile on his face. Even when he’s being an annoying, teasing, little shithead. Leaning forward to close the distance, Steve gives him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling away.

“Christ, your lips are freezing.”

“Better take me inside and warm me up.”

Steve gets himself on his feet before turning around to offer a hand to Eddie. “Come on then, I think I know just how to get you nice and warm, baby.”

[spooky-bunnys]

Hi Hi

I have this request cause I came across this earlier

And I had this idea for a request and it was that the reader decided to get a pet hamster and when he gets to the pet shop he sees a hamster being all distant and maybe even looking evil and he realizes that the hamster acts and looks exactly like kisaki so he gets that hamster. Maybe the real Kisaki will see the hamster and maybe get a bit jealous of him cause the hamster is taking the reader attention and whenever the reader is not in the same room Kisaki and hamster Kisaki just death glare eachother

(Hopefully this makes senses)

Hi! I'm sorry it's so long💀 Once I started on it I got too excited and couldn't stop writing. This has to be my favorite request so far. It was so fun to write! Enjoy!

Kisaki x Male Reader

Mini Tetta

When Kisaki finally became the 2nd boss of Toman. (Name) thought he'd get more time with him. Well he was wrong. Kisaki spent even less time with him. Luckily Kisaki assigned him a body guard. Unluckily....it was their childhood friend Hanma Shuji. Don't get (Name) wrong he enjoys spending time with Hanma. He just wish it was less violent and less...flirty?

"Oh my lovely (Name)~." (Name) rolled his eyes and continued to stare out the window of the penthouse. Hanma was quiet for a few moments. (Name) felt a hand on his shoulder. "(Name) what's wrong? You usually tell me off. Or use some witty comeback." Hanma had worked written across his face. (Name) smiled softly. He loved how caring Hanma can be sometimes.

"Sorry Shuji. I just miss Tetta. He hasn't come home this week yet. He's been busy with Toman. Apparently he thinks there's a mole in Toman. So he's been working more and more. Which is another reason to why he wants you close to me. Since I'll be a 'Danger' to him and Toman."

Hanma raised an eyebrow. "How would you be a so called 'Danger' to him and Toman?" (Name) shrugged. He didn't know. "(Name) all you do is stay in the pent house by yourself. Your always by yourself-" (Name) looked at Hanma confused by the big grin on his face. "(Name)~ Why haven't you gotten a pet?" "Tetta doesn't like Dogs or Cats. Or Birds. Or Rabbits. Or 'Rodents' as he says."

(Name) looked sad. "Well~ he didn't say anything about a Hamster did he?" Hanma smirked. (Name) looked confused. "Wouldn't they fit under his 'Rodent' category?" Hanma shook his head. "Nope because Hamsters aren't like Mice and Rats." The look on (Name)'s face brightened. "Really?!" Hanma nodded and smiled brightly. "Really. So let's go get you a Hamster."

(Name) jumped from the couch and ran to the door grabbing his favorite jacket. (which totally didn't belong to Kisaki) Hanma laughed and texted Kisaki. 'Taking the lovely (Name) on a date~'. The answer in return made him frown. 'Be safe'. Hanma smirked again. When Kisaki realizes (Name)'s attention won't be just on him anymore.

Once they arrived outside the pet store (Name) looked so excited. Hanma couldn't remember the last time his friend looked so happy and excited. They entered the store and (Name) immediately ran to the Hamaster section. While Hanma walked to the counter talking to the workers about what was needed for the Hamster and, to start gathering the best products.

(Name) was looking through the Hamsters. They were adorable! As he was looking he noticed a group of Hamsters that look earily familiar. The Hamsters were all at the corner just playing around. That's when (Name) noticed a smaller Hamster away from the others. It was by itself staring at the others with a look he'd know anywhere.

"I want that one." (Name) informed a worker close by. The worker saw which Hamster and hesitated. "A-Are you sure sir? He isn't very well liked." (Name) rolled his eyes and opened the container and layer his hand on filling. The Hamster stared at (Name) before climbing into his hand. (Name) closed the container and smiled at the small Hamster.

The Hamster continues to stare at him. (Name) rubbed it's head with his finger and smiled at the worker. "Yes please." The worker nodded showed him to the counter where Hanma was "talking to an employee". More like threatening if you asked him. (Name) tapped Hanma on the shoulder. Hanma turned and stared at the Hamster surprised.

"Do you like the Hamster I picked out?" (Name) asked excited and practically shoved his hands where the small Hamster made itself comfortable. Hanma and the Hamster had a staring contest. Until the Hamster glared at him. Hanma knew that glare. "Holy fuck. (Name) you picked the perfect hamster."

(Name) looked confused at first until he noticed the glare. He brought the Hamster to his face. The Hamster smiled and rubbed against (Name)'s face making him smile more. Hanma stared. "Definitely perfect." Hanma had the most shit eating grin on his face. He took a picture and sent it to his boss. With the caption "You've been replaced~"

When they got back to the penthouse Hanma had the house keepers put together the large tank for the Hamster. Which after paying for everything they found out it was a male. Hamna begged (Name) to name it but he made a condition. "It can't be anything offense or sexual!" (Name) crossed his arm. The Hamster resting on top of his head. Glaring at the grinning male.

"Don't worry my lovely (Name)~ I have the most PERFECT name for him. Kisaki. Since he looks like him!" (Name) stared at him. "He does?" Hanma looked at (Name) with a confused face. "You don't see it?" (Name) thought for a moment. "He looks familiar but I don't think he looks like Tetta." Hanma ran a hand down his face and walked away coming back a few minutes later with something in his hand.

"(Name) can I see the hamster for a minute?" (Name) frowned and softly grabbed the Hamster and held him close. "Why?" Hanma raised his hand. Between his pointer and middle fingers were a pair of doll glasses. "I want to put these on him." (Name) confusingly handed Hanma the Hamster. As Hanma placed the glasses on him the Hamster glared more and bit his finger.

Hanma hissed and glared back at the Hamster. (Name) quickly grabbed him and held him close now glaring at Hanma. "What did you do to him?!" Hanma looked offended while the Hamster looked at Hanma with what looked like a smirk. "That face! (Name) look at him and tell me that doesn't look lie Kisaki!" (Name) glared at him again before looking down and froze. The Hamster stared at him.

"Oh my God. It's Tetta....BUT CUTER!" (Name) kissed the Hamsters head and smiled brightly at him. The Hamster looked like it lit up. "I'm gonna name you Tetta!" The Hamster puffed out its chest and (Name) giggled. Hanma laughed loudly recording the whole thing. Sending it to his boss. "Looks like (Name) has a better Kisaki."

Almost an hour later he front door flung open. Hanma quickly grabbed his gun aiming at the door while (Name) held the mini Tetta close and hid behind the couch. "Hanma! What's the meaning of this!?" (Name) poked his head from behind the couch. There in the doorway was his Fiancee soon to be husband Kisaki Tetta. Hanma relaxed and flopped onto the couch.

"What ever do you mean?" Hanma asked with a shit eating grin. "You've been blowing up my phone about me being replaced and how MY (Name) was stolen from me!" (Name) rose from behind the couch. Mini Tetta in his hands. Kisaki looked at (Name) confused. Then he looked down at the Hamster. "Is that a Hamster wearing doll glasses?"

Hanma laughed loudly. "Yes sir~ Meet the new love of (Name)'s life. Mini Tetta." (Name) smiled ignoring the first part of Hanma's statement and shoved his hands into Kisaki's face. "Isn't he adorable! He looks like you!" Kisaki confused stared at the glaring Hamster. "What are you talking about it looks nothing like me? Also when did you decide to get a pet!" Kisaki demanded glaring at the Hamster.

(Name) frowned looking hurt. "I haven't seen you in over a week. Much less had any contact with you. And when I was so excited to show you...." (Name) glared at Kisaki with tears growing in his eyes. "You know what? Mini Tetta and I are going to be staying with Shuji tonight. You can go back to the office!"

(Name) played the Hamster on his head (his favorite spot apparently) and marched into his bedroom. Quickly packing a bag while grabbing the traveling cage (Name) bought so he could bring Mini Tetta with him where. He softly picked up the cutie and lightly placed him in the cage smiling at him. "Sorry about this Mini Tetta. I know you don't like being in here but I don't want anything to happen to you."

While marching back into the living room (Name) placed the cage down on the table, before walking into the kitchen collecting the Hamster food he had just put away. When he arrived back to the living room he saw both Tetta's having a glaring contest until (Name) made his presence know. Hanma was losing it on the couch.

"(Name)! Get this! Kisaki is jealous of the Hamster version of himself." Both glares turned to him and he laughed harder. (Name) confused opened the cage and pick up his pet before looking at his fiancee. "Jealous? Why are YOU jealous?" Kisaki glared at the Hamster again. "Because you belong to me! So you should focus on me! Not the rodent!" Turns out Mini Tetta didn't appreciate the bigger Tetta's attitude.

The Hamster retaliated by sticking its tongue out and (Name) guessing he was insulting the other. Even though Kisaki can't understand what was said his glare deepened. (Name) sighed. "I got him because you ALWAYS and I do mean ALWAYS leave me alone trapped in the penthouse!" (Name) glared. "I was lonely. Also he isn't a Rodent! He isn't like a mouse or rat!" Kisaki ran a hand through his hair.

"(Name) I do it for your protection. I'm Toman's 2nd. Since your engaged to me you have a target on your back. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you..." (Name) looked away and started petting Mini Tetta with his finger. Kisaki glared at the Hamster that once again smirked. "I guess your right Tetta. But now you don't have to worry about me being alone anymore! I have Mini Tetta now!" Kisaki didn't look relived in the slightest.

"Yeah....Mini me...."

[siremasterlawrence]

The Private Harem

She is the most beautiful thing I have see since I started this long journey but luxury ship to that private island, apparently I am sharing it with this swinging couple who saw me earlier surprisingly cornering me for a chat. I do not swing so I did my best to dismiss myself from the conversation but she has a way of tracking me down and leaving me no choice but to sit and talk for a bit. I told her a bit about me which was a major mistake on my part because she fell deeply off after that and ran away.Annoyed I thought what I was wrong with me but anyway before I could go to sleep I had this weird sensation to go for a walk and get some cool air instead putting on my jacket and I must have wondered off because I was cornered by her once more accosting me by the wall. This time asking for my forgiveness about her reaction as she is coming to my side, she introduces me to her needy husband who has a thing for me apparently as well and they ask if I could put them under. He puts a cigarette to his mouth all the while maintaining contact with me as he retrieves his liter fluid, he lifts it pressing the tigger his fear melts away as he takes a drag leaving me disgusted but I decide to have a bit of fun with my built in rage.

“Hey Tyler! Why do you like to smoke? “

“It relaxes me, great distress here”

“Precisely! You can feel it now deep inside “

“The tingling pricking sensation in your nerves.”

“Instant release”

“Take another drag”

“There you go”

“Feels good”

“Every drag takes you deeper “

“As you do I what you to turn to her “

“Blow smoke in her face what “

“Wait! No…I”

“You like it? I want you to count to thirty and sleep”

“Yes! One”

“Fuck….thirty”

“Yyyyeeeesssss”

The next day I snap both Tyler and Bitsie back to reality as they come to their eyes betray them, face me completely at a loss for words taking in there surroundings far from the ship but they oh so much moreprivate a revelation. I agree to meet them after we back at my agreed spot but as I made my way their I am greeted by a strange guy a bit older than mr with a arrow in his hands pointing it at me till he realized I am guest, he freaks out putting it to his snide he apologizes to me but I am not in the mood and I refuse to hear it from him despite his efforts. Never the less the day passes by in to night my eyes begin to sleep closing in, my body falls back head first into the cushy soft and colorful pillowcases and then all went down straight to hell at the sound of heavy rapid knocks on my door as if someone a lunatic is trying to break in. I open the door to see him. The same guy with this apologetic look on his face, his expression was almost kind of pathetic I wanted to laugh but I was so infuriated. He studies my face in explosive intent hoping to see some sign of me being understanding about the situation, but I am beyond angry and not in the mood to have any discussions on the topic. He continues to press on even getting to a point where I can see he’s getting extremely tired but refusing to look away for me as to say we can be here all night and I sigh finally giving in and accepting. His lips being spread into a smile, showcasing his white teeth looking stunning as usual, but that definitely is to be well expected from his type of course as we all know. I know his eyes hit the corner of the room completely enamored by the burning of the candlelight stick calling him as his feet attempting to barely walk right in the moment of enlightenment I strike. My two slaves come in to the light taking his hands and lead him to a table with the light as his mind goes in to overdrive the door opens to reveal his partner Barry who is quickly injected.

“Who are you? Why did you do tthhiiss”

“Well being nosey is a no no”

“Besides you feel good”

“Oh right!”

“You like me”

“We met earlier “

“Hey! How are you ?”

“I am doing fine “

“Wonderful really “

“Perfect “

“What do you think?”

“I love you “

“Hey Stephen “

“You met Master Grant”

“I love Master”

“We both do”

“We had him first “

“So what? Go kick rocks”

The party event planners on the event are at my door immediately popping up upon me in my sights because with a bright smile he is walking in and placing his giant planner on the table spreading it out over the next hour or so. I watch in awe and amazement as he details the events unveiling my corporate take over of this island paradise in a matter of a day because I own them all for life now and I flip my back to him opening a Chester drawer to find a letter in bold gold and red letters. Handing it to him he stares at it strangely in in confusion he picks up a envelope opener to the back slowly undoing it as the back of it keels to the side and a load of purple dust blows our from the envelope instantly hits him head on. It is on impact as Jensen’s facial expression goes dim with a beautiful, silly and sexy as fuck smile covering his face while his body is letting go he relaxed his back slamming into the floor head first he floats in to a state of mindless. “Nighty night sleepy boi dream of me and serving me.” I whisper in to his ears. Across the street his co-event planner continues the work so deeply invested as he jumps up at the knock on the door and has no idea why he is receiving flowers but once it it handed to him book the gas seeps right to his nose boop he is out.

“Wonderful! Why don’t the two of you sleep “

“Sleep it away “

“Let ours wash you “

“Wash you of everything “

“Your independence “

“Your life “

“Your wants”

“Needs and desires”

“Personalities ”

“What makes you tick”

“Your essence “

“Who are you ?”

“Answer me”

“Who am I?”

“I don’t know “

“My slaves “

“Yes! My pleasure”

“My purpose “

The gym is wonderful be facility I created the blue prints, commissioned and paid for It houses all sports, gym and a sauna in new original ways.

Speaking of new looking at Brenton’s heavy breathing in our state of the art wild house set for camping he is lost and stranded till the day is over and he can’t be happier as he sweats his life and brains away in deep heat. The heat causing him to hallucinating him in a sea of pure imagination he seas me across the pond someone he would pass and never pay attention to come to his side in a ability to help him. His days are over dropping on to my are he succumbs to my will like the big piece clay he is, I will mold him till perfection with my every whim and desire for my own personal enjoyment and no one else can no how it is to occupy one’s mind.

Colton exits the sauna feeling rejuvenation in the midst he walks out much shorter, gay, younger and so hot for what’s to come and it will be magnificent.

“Ugh! I need to go home!”

“Are you sore?”

“How are you here?”

“I am everything and everything “

“Invading my privacy “

“So are everyone else”

“Stop laughing “

“Who’s laughing? You must be high”

“Not possible”

“Didn’t the steam smell odd”

“You drugged me”

“I did no such thing “

“I simply applied some changes”

“You are so in to me”

“No…I am…hot”

“Yeah you are “

“What ins flaming hell? I am yours bro”

“Mwahahahahaha…Correct Dumbass”

“So who did you co-opt all of this?”

“Oh detectives if you have to ask?”

“Asshole! I’ll kill you”

“Chill”

“So naive “

“Who is ?”

“You stepped in to my trap “

“Let the games begin”

“What is that liquid “

“Your rebirth “

“Nnnnooo”

“For Master”

The end

[fallinforerling]

Hi I was the one that asked for a jobe fanfic ,I was thinking maybe like meeting his family and like jude is all protective of jobe and just wants to makes sure that she actually likes him for who he is..please

troubled meetings - jb

A/N: I don't actually know what was going on inside my head when I was writing this, so my deepest apologies. I just know I love to make Jude the villain. See you soon!

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✉️ “Come meet my family on Saturday. Theyʼll be all home, and my mum is dying to know you ever since she ate those biscuits you made earlier this week.” 

At the time, the idea was wonderful. Finally meeting the family of your best friend. It seemed like a completely normal thing to do. 

Except Jobeʼs family wasnʼt exactly... common? Not even Jobe himself was, since he also fell into the “famous footballer” category for a lot of people. You didnʼt saw him as a celeb since he was your friend, but his brother was an exception.

Everyone knew his brother. 

That same brother was now sitting across the table, looking at you in a way that made you feel like your company wasnʼt the most welcomed. Maybe it was because you werenʼt a familiar face, or maybe because you two were forced to be alone for a long period of time (thirty minutes) without any more information than your names. Well, at least on his side. 

“So… Are you happy to be back?” You ask awkwardly, trying to break the ice. 

“Sure.” He said, sniffing while looking away from you. “S'nice to be home for a while.” He gave you a look that was pretty confusing to you, but you werenʼt about to ask him what was wrong. “How did you met Jobe?” 

“Uh, thatʼs a pretty funny story, actually!” You smiled for the first time in ten minutes, always happy to tell anyone the way you met since it was one of your favorite memories so far. “I was sitting in this coffee shop when, suddenly, a lot of voices, screams, and noise started to unfold inside this tiny place. I was like, «What the hell?», so I look up, and there is a whole football team sitting on any spot available... Which was almost every single one; I was the only customer at that moment. So yeah, after a while I tried to leave, and before I made it out I got this horrible, cold feeling… Turns out your brother poured his coffee on me by accident! I was fuming!” You laughed, expecting him to follow along since almost everyone did. But it seems like thereʼs an exception for everything. “Anyways... He apologized and promised to pay for new clothes and a new coffee.” You finished your story half-smiling at him, noticing how he didnʼt even tried to pretend he liked the story. 

What was wrong with this guy? 

“Thatʼs nice.” Was all he said for a while. “Did you know who he was at that time?” 

“Well, I recognized his face from somewhere... He looks a lot like you, haha.” Not a good joke, it seems. “Uhm, but yeah, later I realized that he was, uhm, Jobe Bellingham.” 

“And aren’t you a bit older to be friends with my brother?” 

“Pardon?”

You were beyond uncomfortable by this point. It was very off-putting to notice how strong his dislike for you actually was, which was sad since you just met him. That question sounded like an accusation. Just as you were about to get up and try to look for Denise, who you met a bit earlier and was the sweetest soul ever, Jobe appeared out of nowhere. His hair seemed a bit wet, and you knew he had just taken a shower. The fucker left you alone with the orc of his brother for a shower.  

“Finally!” You whispered at him, praying that Jude didn’t have excellent hearing. “Can we get out of here?” 

“What? Why?” Your friend was confused for a second before he looked in his brother’s direction, who was now getting up from the table. “Did he tell you something?” 

“No?” You answered, because even if Jude was a total asshole, he wasn’t actually rude to you. “I’m just uncomfortable. I don’t think he likes me that much.” 

“Why not? You’re the sweetest person ever.” 

You opened your mouth to answer, but Jude’s voice interrupted you at the last minute. 

“Jobe, can we talk for a second?”

“About what?” 

“Just come with me to the kitchen, alright?” 

Jobe gave you a look of disbelief before following his brother into the next room, leaving you standing in the middle of the living room without knowing what to do. Did you leave and say sorry later? Or was it better to stay and pretend that you were okay with whatever was going on? You sighed, knowing that if you left, you were going to appear as a rude guest as well as a bad friend. So you had no other option but to sit at the table again, looking around to keep your mind occupied. 

“Jobe, you really need to start being more careful about who you bring around, okay? Do you really know this girl?” 

Woah, what? 

“What do you mean by “being careful”? She’s my best friend!” 

Not like you wanted to eavesdrop, but... Well, it appears like the walls were very thin. 

“Best friend? She’s too old to be your friend! Also, are you sure she’s not your friend just because... You know?” 

Hell, Jude Bellingham was a douchebag. 

“Why are you telling me this? Stop being a douchebag!” You could tell Jobe was starting to get really pissed; you, on the other side, just felt sad. Did you seem like the type of person to befriend someone just for their fame? “That’s so fucked up.” 

Well, it was fucked up. 

“I’m just trying to protect you!” Jude said, raising his voice just a bit. “You know how many people approach us just because we’re a bit famous. You don’t have any idea how many people want a taste of it, and they’ll do anything to get some.” 

“Well, she’s not like that! I know her very well, she’s been my friend all these months while you were away with mom. She’s not a cloud chaser, so stop being rude towards her! She can hear us, you know?” 

“No, she can’t!” 

“I actually can!” You said a bit louder than you wanted, giggling when a loud “Fuck!” came from the kitchen. “No worries, I just got offended by your very wrong assumptions about me, nothing serious!” 

There was a silence for a few seconds before they both came back to the living room, their faces covered in a mix of shame and guilt that almost made you laugh. Almost. You tried to feel anger towards Jude, since he was the biggest asshole you’d ever met so far, but you couldn’t. Was he trying to protect his brother? Yeah. Was this the best way to do so? Nah. 

“I’m the same age as you, by the way. Not that old.” You said after a few seconds, gaining half a smile from Jobe, who looked at his brother, waiting for a response. 

“Look, I’m sorry about...” Jude started, but you held a hand in the air, stopping him from continuing. 

“Don’t bother, I get it.” You stood up, unsure about what to do next. “But next time, try to keep your voice a bit lower so the next girl that tries to take advantage of your brother’s fame doesn't eavesdrop on the whole conversation.” You held back the giggle that wanted to come out of your mouth when Jude gave you the most embarrassed look you’d ever seen on a man’s face ever. “Anyways, you still want to go to that store from earlier?” You asked in Jobe’s direction, trying to play it cool until you were both out of the house. 

“I sure do.” Jobe said, palming his brother’s shoulder before walking towards you. 

You let him guide you to the exit, but before you could manage to get out, you turned around. Jude was still standing there, looking at both of you with guilt. 

“Pleasure to meet you.” Was the last thing you said before leaving. 

Needless to say that what happened that day was the star of every inside joke between you two for a couple of months, even after you made peace with Jude, slowly becoming amicable strangers along the weeks he was visiting from time to time. He still managed to smile a bit when you brought up the subject, even though you knew one tiny piece of him died every time he was reminded of his past behavior.  

Let’s just say you enjoyed his suffering. So you did it a lot.

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[riewritten]

SUGGESTIVE CONTENT AHEAD.

SOMETIMES, there's just this lurking point of concern that Erwin couldn't stop kissing you while you're talking.

"I'm sorry the eggs were burnt earlier," you sighed upon closing the door of his office.

He peaked his head from a huge folder with a smile. Instead of asking you to come over, he stood up and walked towards you.

"Well, it had a distinct smell." But his hands made you doubt if he actually was disappointed. It roamed around your waist, slid up your hands until it reached your shoulders. He pushed you softly so you'd be pinned at the door.

"Yeah. I'm such a terrible cook."

"Uh-huh," he went to your ear and showered it with chaste kisses.

"And when I took a day off for the household stuff." After all, you feel bad as Levi and Hange tease him about having a partner so ignorant of house management.

"Yeah?" He cupped your cheek next then peppered the other side with pecks. "How unfortunate." He didn't seem to hear it, though.

"Are you even listening?"

"I am."

"What did I say?"

"Uh... the egg was burnt?"

"And?"

He chuckled lowly; he had no idea what you said and he didn’t care one bit about it. All he’s concerned for is feel you further. He buried his head in the crook of your neck then landed another kiss. "You smell good today, so much for having the entire kitchen stink."

AND IT'S NOT JUST THAT; sometimes, his hands seem as though it needs to be contained. So much for being known for his composure. It doesn't even matter what his mood is. Throughout such, you can’t help but have the urge do the same in pursuit of annoying him.

"Tired?" you mused as you handed him a cup of tea. He had his head down at the table. After a few seconds, Erwin sighed, shot you a look (and god the pity you had felt when you saw his eyes—so exhausted, so vulnerable, so in need of comfort), then tapped on his lap.

"What's with your lap?"

He let out a tsk. You knew what he meant and he’s not in the mood to tease around. "Please."

You let out a strained chuckle, sat on him, cupped his cheek and showered his face with kisses—from the bridge of his nose which you admire so much, corner of his eyes and lips, his temples, and when you went to the crook of his neck he closed his eyes with a sigh.

Well, he doesn't seem to be annoyed.

And so you did more. You languidly caressed his biceps, down, down, and down until you reached his thigh. You waited for his reaction, perhaps one akin to “What the hell are you on? You don’t do that a lot.” because a tired Erwin is a grumpy Erwin. But much to your surprise, he returned the actions very well.

Before his hands unbutton your top, you stopped him with a glare. “You are tired.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Why are you not grumpy?”

“Uh,” the poor man was confused, “do you want me to?”

“You’re supposed to be irritable. Even Hange can’t mess around with you if you’re in the peak of exhaustion.”

He finally understood your agenda of vexing him, then. “Well, are you Hange?”

That was enough answer on your end. He can never be annoyed with you touching him. Admitting your defeat, you huffed and leaned your head on his chest.

BUT WELL, if there's something to remember about Erwin, it's that he's never absolute.

"Can we do it?" He whispered with lips on the crown of your head.

"Do what?"

He didn't answer. You shot your head up with curled eyebrows and stiffled laugh.

Is he perhaps getting shy? Really? When both of you had already gotten this far?

Erwin huffed. He knows what you're thinking about. Don't get him wrong; he's not shy—he'd never be. It's just that both of you have been so direct, may it be from touches or favors. Thus Erwin, for the little chance he could get, wants to make it different even for a moment.

He wants to… well, what really does he want?

Your chuckles tipped into loud wheezing, under complete impression that your huge man is indeed a shy lover boy underneath.

Oh, it really didn't take long for Erwin to realize why. You make that face whenever you see something new. New things amuse you. And apparently, that smile is so beautiful and he wants to see more of it. Erwin can and will forsake anyone just so he could bring you things that you could smile at, and after doing so, he will watch silently in pride—he pulled out that face on you, yes. Yes, he did.

"Am I not allowed to get shy?" Erwin lied as he cupped your face and peppered kisses on your cheeks, up to your eyes, forehead, then towards your ear. He went on until it became ticklish.

"Oh no, you sweet boy," you held back the chortles in consideration. Erwin almost huffed a teasing chuckle. You really tend to believe him so quickly. "What do you want to do, hm? Tell me."

Erwin noted to not be too direct. "Can I love you even more tonight?"

"How would you love me even more?" But it really didn't take you long to understand as soon as his warm hands entered your shirt.

"Heh. Glad you asked."

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[confusedlesbianbitxh]

Okay, Luke.

First of all, the things he taught Percy. Those lessons he gave him in the woods of the rules of gods and heroes. He said them to get Percy to see the truth: The gods aren't all powerful and they don't give a shit about their kids. And he isn't wrong! However, as true as they are, the way he meant them wasn't to try and prepare and protect Percy. It was to sway him into joining Kronos. The main difference I saw in this episode in comparison to the books was how much more sense it made on screen and how Percy understood this.

Throughout his quest, he experienced the attitude of the gods and how easily they turn on you, he understood where Luke was coming from and why he wanted to get rid of the gods. In the books, Percy doesn't start to sympathize with Luke until HOO, where he is tired of being the gods' pawn. It being shown much earlier honestly kind of shocked me.

Second, his face when he realized Percy was about to find out what he did. He looked regretful, he hadn't wanted him to find out that way. Find out that he was planning on sending him to Tartarus just to help Kronos. His intention isn't to hurt the demigods, it's to liberate them. That is why the prophecy line is "betrayed by the one who calls you a friend" because to Luke, Percy was a friend. He took him under his wing and is doing what he thinks is best for the demis. Luke never meant for Percy to be his enemy. He hadn't wanted to fight him, and neither had Percy (that "I'm sorry!" haunts me)

Another point, his relationship with Hermes. The first season revealed a lot of Luke's past unlike in the books where we don't find out much about him until The Last Olympian. It is bad enough of a trigger for him that it is that which makes him attack Percy. Until then he only had Backbiter out to show Percy its abilities. The mention of Hermes was enough for him to not only attack Percy but also tempt him into killing him.

The final thing, Annabeth being there when it was revealed he was the traitor. The anguish in her face at seeing what he had done and was about to do. The shame in his at seeing that anguish. And Annabeth herself stated that she had heard everything, implying she had been there the whole time. It makes me wonder when it was that the realization hit her. Was it when Percy accused him? Or was she ready to whip off the cap and defend Luke? During what part of their confrontation did she freeze and had to face the reality that her brother had betrayed camp? Betrayed her? The realization that he had also been ready to kill Percy (because we all know how a trip to Tartarus at his age would have ended). Did the thought of what his reaction would have been if Percy had given HER the shoes run through her head? Annabeth lost her sister to death when she was seven. This was the moment she realized that she had lost her brother too, to himself.