#i thought the voices would be annoying but honestly its fine hes so pretty i can ignore it
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cursedhaglette · 17 days ago
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when ur undercover wife breaks you out of prison and u have to pretend to be normal for one minute and can't
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hockeymenarehot · 1 year ago
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Late Night Calls Feat. Bill Kaulitz
pairing: best friend!bill kaulitz x fem!reader
summary: bill kaulitz has always been your best friend, and you've always confided to him. when you wake up startled from a nightmare, you decide to call him. what you don't expect are his feelings towards you.
warnings: smut, fem reader, phone sex, masturbation (fem. & m.), squirting, praise, pet names (darling, princess), it's implied he steals your panties, u cry and it turns him on, depictions of nightmares, lmk if I missed anything!
for my bae: @billkaulitzbaeee
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You heave in a large amount of air, your body shooting up from its once peaceful resting spot. Your eyes frantically survey your room, and you clutch the silky smoothness of your nightgown as you attempt to collect your thoughts. Just a dream, it was just a dream you repeat in your head as you feel the cool air of your fan, the sweat on your forehead slowly dissipating. The attempt to calm yourself seemed to be working for your mind, but not so much your body. Your heart was still beating at a fast pace, and your ears still had a subtle ring. Deciding that trying to get some sleep on your own would be futile, you slowly reached for your phone.
3:38 A.M.
You weren't sure if your best friend, Bill, would pick up his phone but decided that it was more likely he would. He would do almost anything for you and you knew that. You found comfort in his presence, from his subtle sweet touches to his kind words. He was always there for you. You searched through the sea of your contacts before finding his number, giving it one final thought before pressing the Call button.
Ring, ring. Two full rings before he picks up.
"Hello?"
His voice sounded husky, like you had just awoken him from what might've been the best sleep of his life. Feeling guilty about this quite obvious realization you muster up a meek "Hi," and you begin to question if this was actually a good idea. I mean, it isn't like you've never been vulnerable with him before, but this time seemed so much different.
You couldn't tell what it was that was off, but something about it made you feel a little embarrassed, shameful even. Almost as if you'd walked in on him doing something he wouldn't want you to see. And honestly, you were enjoying it. "I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" You whisper, still feeling a certain amount of guilt. "No, no, not at all. I barely sleep." Liar, you thought to yourself. "Is there something you needed? Did something happen?" His voice had a slight sense of urgency to it, which you found quite endearing. "No... well, sort of," you begin quietly "I had a nightmare..." Your voice left your mouth in almost a whine, and you could almost catch the way his breath hitched over the poor phone quality. "I'm sorry, darling" That name he had never referred to you by. Strange. "Tell me... tell me what happened." Some shuffling on his end. You began telling him about the great atrocities of your nightmare, all of the chasing and adrenaline. The monsters you would see around every corner, or maybe your lost loved ones. He would acknowledge you every so often with a short "Hm," or "I'm sorry" to let you know he was still listening. Or at least to keep you under the impression that he was. He truly did care about you and your wellbeing, its just in all honesty you were perfectly fine. Your voice sounded so perfect to his ears, and the subtle whines and borderline moans you would serve him as you described your nightmare had him in a shameful position. One you had yet to pick up on, and this was annoying him. He decided he was going to test the waters. "Nggh-" Silence. "Are.. are you okay? You sound hurt." There was a level of surprise and concern in your voice, still trying to interpret the noise that just left his mouth. "I'm fine, don't worry about me darling. Just keep running your pretty mouth." You had no reason to question him or his honesty, so you continued. Your story of your nightmare turned into more stories of previous nightmares, some even worse than the one you had experienced tonight. But you trusted him with all this information, and it felt good to finally get it off your chest. Eventually, the recollection of all these horrible visions brought tears to the corners of your eyes. Your voice began to quiver as the tears fell down your face and rolled onto your plush comforter, leaving tiny damp spots. Not even 30 seconds into your crying session, and you heard a loud moan from his end, along with an undeniable squelching noise. This left you speechless, before you said "Are you?..." His breath hitched once more "Fuck princess, so you finally caught on. So sorry... You have no idea how crazy you make me. When you called me whining 'n moaning I just couldn't help myself." You felt your heart skip about two beats at his words, your face heating up and painting your cheeks a rosy pink. He would probably tease you if he could see you. "I- I had no idea you, um, that of me like.. that." You heard a sarcastic sounding laugh before he spoke again "You're telling me you had no idea? Come on princess, I know you aren't that stupid. Plus, I know you feel it too." His voice was still coated with the same huskiness as he spoke. "Bill, I have no idea what you're talking about. You aren't making any sense!" You whisper yelled. "Really? Don't play dumb with me. You don't think I see the way you look at me? The way you clench your thighs every time I so much as brush your arm? The way you stutter any time I compliment you? You can't do all that and leave me hangin', princess." You took a moment to think before noticing how hard your thighs were pressed together, and how your core was aching. Aching for him. You never wanted to acknowledge this part of yourself, the part that wanted him so badly. But as he's on the other end of the phone fisting his cock to the mere sound of your voice, you come to the conclusion that you're passed the point of return.
So, with shame you let out a strained whisper "Please," and you hear him groan on the other side of the line. You can tell he's been waiting for this. "Please what, princess? Use your words, I know you can." Your ears pick up some subtle sqeulching sounds again, so you swallow your pride and try your best to stabilize your voice "Please help me cum, I need you. Need you so bad." This apparently satisfies him. "That's my girl. Why don't you take off those pretty panties for me? I know you're wearing those pretty pink ones that you wear so much. Just for me, huh?" You choose to ignore the implications of his words, too focused on the increasing noises he's making and the fire in the pit of your stomach. Doing as your told you remove your pink panties and throw them onto the floor, bunching up the buttery silk of your nightgown to give you better access to your soaking cunt. "Now what?" you groan, feeling your neediness increase. "Mm, Fuck. Bet you're so wet. I bet you can already take two fingers. Do that for me. Fuck your fingers, I know you can." You whine at his words, feeling your arousal pool onto your comforter. But you do as your told, trailing your cool fingers down your abdomen and towards your aching pussy. "Nuh-uh, pretty girl. Need you to put the phone next to your sweet cunt. Need to hear the way your fingers go in 'n out." Your face heats up with embarrassment at his words, but you comply as your move the phone to rest in between your thighs. You continue your previous minstrations, using two fingers to prod at your wet hole. You swirl your fingers, gathering your juices before plunging your fingers into your pussy. "Ha-!" You let out a high-pitched moan as your fingers travel deeper and deeper, slowly alleviating the aching in your stomach. "Oh, fuck. Just like that, princess." You hear Bill moan, followed by increased noises of him sliding his hand up and down his impressive length. The fact that he was getting off to just the noises you made egged you on even further, using your fingers to try and navigate towards your g-spot. "Say my- shit- name, baby." Not wanting to dissapoint, you loudly mewl "Bill!" as your fingers find there way to your sweet spot, repeatedly brushing up against it. Bills moans gain in ther frequency and pitch, which you find hot. "Are you close? I bet you are. Come with me, princess." His words make you loudly moan, your second hand coming down to rub fast circles on your clit. You hear Bill let out a final grunt as he comes, "Oh fuck, Y/n!" Him moaning your name as he orgasms has your back arching off your bed, your fingers pinching at your clit. You fuck yourself onto your fingers hitting your g-spot, and your abdomen tensing before your juices spray onto your bedsheets. You're left a twitching mess as you chant his name like it's the only word you've ever been taught. You pull your hand away from your clit and your fingers out of your pussy, allowing your back to find a resting place on your bed again.
"You did so well for me, princess. Now that you're all nice and wet for me, why don't you come over and see how well you can take my cock?"
a/n: i hope u enjoyed! i haven't wrote in a couple months, so i might be a little rusty. if you have any ideas or prompts, feel free to send in a request! :)
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featherlight-touches · 1 month ago
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Bath time
Alhaitham/Kaveh/Cyno/Tighnari
a/n: hello hello! I had this little idea saved in my drafts when I was writing for some 4ggravate so I thought I might as well upload it. I hope you enjoy!
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Having a bath together sounded like such a peaceful occasion when suggested; a chance to relax and wash the stress away from the busy day had.
Kaveh had been the one to suggest it, and he, Cyno and Tighnari were gratefully sat in the steaming hot bath, the warm water soothing their aching muscles. Alhaitham had decided to partake in his own way, insisting there was not enough room in the bathtub for all four of them, so elected to sit close by.
Kaveh was displeased.
“Would you stop being anti-social and get in here?” he called from the tub to Alhaitham who sat in a chair that he had brought into their bathroom. “There is plenty of room, see? - Cyno move over!” the sound of Cyno grunting was heard when shoved by Kaveh.
“That tub was not designed to have four grown men in it at once. It would be impractical to try and squeeze all of us in and annoying. I’m honestly surprised it’s holding up with you three in there.”
Kaveh groaned in annoyance at Alhaitham’s lack of cooperation then turned his back to him. “Fine, be that way. We will just relax without you, won’t we?” his question was directed to Cyno and Tighnari. Cyno, who was curiously grabbing at the bubbles that filled their water and Tighnari who was cleaning his tail. “I said, won’t we?”  
“Huh?” Cyno and Tighnari asked in unison, clearly not paying attention to anything other than their own activities, which forced a sigh out of Kaveh.
“Oh, forget it.”
“If you say so,” Cyno, who now had a magnificent beard made from the pretty bubbles, leaned back against his side of the tub. Tighnari snorted at the sight of the beard when his attention was diverted from his tail.
“Would you like some help with that, Tighnari?” Kaveh asked, gesturing to the forest ranger’s tail. Tighnari smiled gratefully before returning his attention to cleaning it himself.
“I appreciate the offer, but it’s fine. I’m almost done, and I like to do it in a specific way anyway,” Kaveh watched to see what specific way he was talking about, not noting anything too out of the ordinary.
“You’re going to have to clue us in on this specific way one day, you know?” Cyno piped in. “Might be helpful to know in the future.”
“I can’t take you seriously with your face covered in bubbles, Cyno.”
“Would you say it’s because I’m such a bubbly pers-”
“Stop.”
Kaveh laughed, not at the joke, but just their interaction alone. Tighnari really had a lack of patience for Cyno’s jokes, and it was always amusing to witness.  He watched as Cyno grinned, filled with mischief as his hand started moving under the water towards Tighnari.
“You see, because my current beard is made out of bubbles, and some people are said to have bubbly personalities.” Cyno’s hand contacted its target, because a startled yelp was heard from Tighnari, who began to kick his leg, the water moving frantically in the tub.
“Cynohoho!” Tighnari laughed, trying to pull his foot away from Cyno’s fingers, but because of the lack of room, he found himself unable to move far.
“See? It’s funny, right? You’re laughing,” Cyno’s smug voice said over Tighnari’s laughter.
“No! Let gohoho!” he pleaded, lifting his foot out of the water and pulling it closer to himself. Cyno chuckled as he halted his playful antics.
Kaveh watched them in amusement before something caught his attention. “Huh. You know, I often forget you have paw pads on the bottoms of your feet, Tighnari.”
“Some partner, you are.” Alhaitham commented, witnessing all the fun from afar.
“You! Shush!” Kaveh growled. “Only those who are in the tub are allowed to comment.”
“Well, if that’s the case, then I might as well just leave.” Alhaitham stood up from his chair, on his way to leave the bathroom.
“No!” Kaveh protested, his voice coming out as pouty as he watched his partner leave. “Please don’t go, stay with us.”
Alhaitham huffed at his childish change in attitude and returned to his seat, but Kaveh could’ve sworn he saw a small grin on the scribe’s lips.
“In his defence, I don’t really have my feet on display very often,” Tighnari explained. “So, it’s easy to forget.”  
“Yeah, see Alhaitham? Doubt my relationship skills, will you. Hmph.” Kaveh rested his arms on the edge of the tub proudly, despite there being nothing to be proud of.
Cyno decided to switch targets in that moment, and his hand journeyed under the water to Kaveh’s side, which was left nice and vulnerable from his seated position.
Kaveh squealed, all proudness drained in an instant as it was replaced with forced laughter. “Hehehey!”
He tried to pull away, but Cyno’s other hand joined at his side which only intensified the tickling sensations. Kaveh found himself squirming and laughing at Cyno’s mercy, something he was not expecting during this bath session.
Tighnari lowered his ears as Kaveh’s laughter echoed throughout the room, usually a lovely sound for him to hear, but it’s a little loud of the fox’s ears as the sound bounces off the bathroom walls. He smiled through it, though. He was happy to endure a little discomfort in favor of hearing his partners laugh.
He decided to help Kaveh out and lunged his hands at Cyno’s sides while he was busy tickling the architect. Cyno gasped at the contact and immediately withdrew his hands in attempt to spare himself from Tighnari’s wrath.
However, as soon as Kaveh was spared he joined Tighnari in tickling the General, who eventually gave in to his forced laughter.
“Mercy!” He pleaded through his laughs, his bubble beard falling from his face and the bath water splashing everywhere.
“I thought this was supposed to be a relaxing experience?” Alhaitham commented again from his seat, witnessing the events taking place in the tub, but it went unheard under all the laughs from his beloved partners.
Alhaitham sighed, They completely missed the point of this whole thing, but he wouldn’t have them any other way.
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lalune9x · 3 months ago
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SCTIR Translation - Chapter 471: Letter (2)
Sung Hyunje was a bit, no, quite annoying, inscrutable, wayward, and ridiculously perfect a person, so honestly, I was jealous and had plenty of other complaints. But he was still one of the people precious to me.
Chapter translation under the cut.
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Chapter 471: Letter (2)
"I can kind of understand it, but it seems off."
"Well, it's a free translation app."
After the usual greetings, there was some nonsense about congratulating me on getting back safely.
"What? He was worried? After disappearing without a word of warning? 'I won't forget the joyful time we spent together'… Is the translation app broken?"
Creaaak, the fork in Yoohyun's hand bent under the pressure. Noah furrowed his brows, and even Myungwoo frowned.
"What a son of a bitch."
"Yerim-ah, don't say that. It’s an insult to dogs."
Dogs were far more lovable.
"And then, 'I'll love you more when we meet again'... What the hell? The translation can’t be right."
"Hmm, it looks like he's saying he wants to dote on you," Noah said, peering at the letter.
"You know Chinese too?"
"Just a little. It's similar to what my sister wrote when we went to a dungeon in China..."
Ah. But what exactly was this jerk Huang Lin trying to pull? Even if we accounted for the translation app having major issues, this wasn’t a normal message.
"Chu Huoyun is… doing fine, it says. And he wants to… oh, Yerim, don't read this part."
That son of a bitch—sorry to dogs—apparently wanted to cut off my legs. He must've been really mad. Though it had been Yoohyun who'd sliced him up, so why did he have an issue with me? Was he pissed about getting shot?
"I should've killed him back then," Yoohyun said in a low voice, his expression chillingly cold. If Chu Huoyun were in front of him right now, Yoohyun would probably cut off his head without hesitation.
"I wasn't planning on letting him live, either," I said. "I doubt Huang Lin is holding a grudge, but Chu Huoyun must be."
He was a truly nasty piece of work from the start. And after the humiliation he'd gone through, he was surely grinding his teeth right now. The next time we met, one of us wouldn't be walking away unscathed. Given that, of course it'd be better to cut off Mr. Chu's head.
"Well, on its face… it's just a friendly letter," I remarked.
There was nothing special about the letter's contents, the stationary or the envelope. All he'd written was nonsense like, 'we had fun together back then, Chu Huoyun is trying to catch and kill you, he's doing okay though, let's meet again, you've been through a lot~.' Though I should ask Dr Hao Yuan to double-check just in case. The translation wasn't perfect, and there could be hidden messages.
"So, Hunter Chloe was in league with the people who kidnapped Ajussi, and those people were working with Huang Lin. Is that right?" Yerim asked, twisting her eyebrows exaggeratedly as she spoke.
"Yeah, pretty much. To be exact, the King of the Mist Sea helped China's military capture the Dokkaebi King. Huang Lin felt that the Dokkaebi King posed a danger, and asked Park Hayul's noonim for help. That noonim then ordered Park Hayul to kidnap me. And Chloe is connected with Park Hayul's faction."
As a result, the military had suffered a huge blow. Huang Lin played a role in that, but what was going on with Chu Huoyun? I didn't think someone with his personality would just sit still. Was Huang Lin deceiving him?
I decided to give Yoon Yoon a call.
[Hello, Captain Kim!]
"Hey, how's it going? Everything okay?" I asked.
[Of course! We've got a few more kids now!]
[Your Majesty! I'm a Mr. Kim too!]
[I miss the cat!]
[I know how to make video calls now too!]
[Captain Kim! Thanks for the food!]
[It was delicious!]
[I like jajangmyeon! And tteokbokki!]
[I didn't like the buckwheat jelly though...]
[Yeah, I thought it'd be really tasty, but it was a letdown!]
My ears hurt. When I had returned to Korea, I'd kept my promise and bought the dokkaebis all the food they wanted. To be more specific, I just provided them with money.
Yoon Yoon initiated a video call, and the screen showed a bunch of dokkaebis crowded together. Most looked like children, but there were a few adults mixed in. They had all transformed well, so they appeared to be regular humans. Well, except for the one who was too round. He looked like he had jumped right out of a drawing.
[Quiet down! Shush! I'm on the phone!]
At Yoon Yoon's shout, the dokkaebis abruptly shut their mouths, but only for a moment. It seemed Yoon Yoon was having a hard time, too.
"Someone linked with the Chinese side came to Korea," I said.
The dokkaebis were still chattering, but Yoon Yoon's expression instantly turned cold. He let out a long sigh, his shoulders rising and falling, and muttered, [Don't get angry, don't get angry.]
"I'm just giving you a heads-up to be careful, so don't worry too much. I'll send you a picture of the person too."
Although Chloe was on the side that had tried to stop the military, it didn't hurt to be cautious given her connection to Huang Lin. She wasn't the type to use the dokkaebis, but… hmm.
'…She did turn a blind eye to my kidnapping, after all.'
I still found it hard to think of her as a bad person. However, as Director Song and others had pointed out, she couldn't be called a good person at least when it came to me. If it was for the greater good, she might also take a similar attitude towards the dokkaebis.
"There haven't been any problems so far, right?" I asked.
Yoon Yoon grinned. There was no way there hadn't been any. Judging by the dokkaebis running around noisily now, they had probably caused a few incidents.
"Just keep the trouble to a level that can be resolved with money."
[Got it! And I've got lots of money too.]
"There's a limit, you know. And don't go stealing if you're short."
I could always help out, and so could the major guilds. The dokkaebis couldn't fight, but they were more than capable as supports. High-level dokkaebis could even teleport, which would be useful both inside and outside dungeons.
[Not even in other countries?]
"No."
[What about sunken treasure? They say there's a lot of sunken treasure ships!]
"Uh… maybe that's okay?"
I wasn't sure. Where had they heard about that? Anyway, I told him to behave for now and ended the call. Then, I dialed Director Song. The phone didn't ring long before he picked up.
"Director Song, did anything come up overnight?"
Like maybe any word from Sung Hyunje.
[No, nothing. All the Burn Cave Guild members have returned to their lodgings, and Hunter Chloe Alger only submitted a report to the Association about her solo activities. I don't know her current whereabouts, but it seems she did not engage in any problematic behavior.]
Chloe was probably just waiting for a reply from Sung Hyunje before leaving the country. So far, she hadn't done anything overtly wrong. Other than confessing her involvement with the kidnappers, there weren't any grounds to arrest her.
[Are you alright, Han Yoojin-ssi?]
Director Song's voice was calm, but I could tell he was genuinely concerned.
"Yes, I'm fine. I'm feeling better now."
[That's a relief. Then, about the Sesung Guildmaster─]
"I'll go see him myself."
I needed to have a proper conversation with him. I wasn't sure if he'd agree to meet me. However…
'…Will I be okay going alone?'
Just yesterday afternoon, I would've gone to meet Sung Hyunje alone at his home or guild without a second thought. Because I wouldn't have even dreamed he’d do something to harm me.
'Considering everything that’s happened so far, I’ve been far too complacent.'
Even so, I mean... even so. I couldn’t help having trusted him. Because he'd been treating me really well recently. And even now.
[Allow me to accompany you,] Director Song offered. 
I swallowed before answering.
"It's okay. Honestly, I'm fine now. I think it's better if I meet him alone," I declined his offer and ended the call.
Sung Hyunje was a bit, no, quite annoying, inscrutable, wayward, and ridiculously perfect a person, so honestly, I was jealous and had plenty of other complaints. But he was still one of the people precious to me. Just like the others, I liked Sung Hyunje too. If he were to suddenly leave, I'd feel really lonely.
So I still wanted to believe in him. That was how I felt, regardless of the outcome. Even if he really had become my enemy, I didn't think he'd go so far as to threaten my life. So it should be okay, right?
"Chloe came to Korea to deliver a message to Sung Hyunje. She'll come to get his reply, so if we want to catch her, that would be our best chance," I explained.
The four people who had been watching me nodded in unison. Even Gyeol wagged his tail. Gyeol, you should stay home with me. And Myungwoo, it'd be a big problem if you got hurt, too.
"I'll go meet with Sung Hyunje first," I said.
"Are you really going alone?" Yoohyun asked with concern. "If Chloe's coming to get his reply, doesn't that mean the Sesung Guildmaster might be involved with her group? Director Song offering to go with you means he thinks the same."
I had spoken vaguely on purpose, but it seemed Yoohyun had caught on.
"It's not certain," I said.
"But that means it's possible. You can't go alone.”
"He's right, Yoojin-ssi," Noah said. "Should I accompany you? I can use my stealth skill. If I hide in a corner of the meeting place ahead of time, even the Sesung Guildmaster would have a hard time noticing."
"No, it's fine. And I don't believe the Sesung Guildmaster would harm me. If I happen to be wrong about that…"
I hoped I wasn't, but…
"If I'm wrong, please help me then. Yoohyun, Yerim, I'll be counting on you. Myungwoo, you too. If we happen to end up facing the entire Sesung Guild, help me out."
"Of course I'll help," Myungwoo replied.
"Don't push yourself. Think only about your safety, hyung."
"I've been wanting to test myself anyway. I welcome the challenge!" Yerim added.
"I'm just saying it hypothetically. It's not very likely," I replied.
Don't go brandishing your spear, Yerim. Although Yoohyun and the others were still worried, I persuaded them to let me handle it this one time. Actually, it hadn't seemed that Sung Hyunje would act rashly anyway. They all listened to me, but…
— 'I hate you, Dad!'
In the end, Han Gyeol was the one who got really upset.
— 'I don't actually hate you, but this is too much!'
"Hey, I'll be fine. Stay with your aunt and uncle. Be good."
— '…But it really could be dangerous. I'll hide well, so take me with you. I won't say a word.'
Since throwing a tantrum like a little kid hadn't worked, he now tried to calmly reason with me. But I didn't trust that he'd really stay quiet.
"How about I order you some ice cream? You said it was tasty before."
— 'I won't fall for food.'
"Hotel ice cream is probably even more delicious."
Do they even have ice cream on the room service menu? Yerim picked up the pouting fairy dragon.
"Say, 'Be careful and come back safely,'" she suggested to Gyeol.
— 'Ughhhhhh.'
Oh my, it was going to take a while to calm him down.
After apologizing to Gyeol, I headed toward the bathroom and called Sung Hyunje. I thought he might not answer, but to my surprise, he picked up quickly.
"Are you still at the hotel?" I asked. "Let's meet for a bit. I'll come alone."
[Not even giving me time to emotionally prepare? How heartless.]
"You've had a whole night. Besides, I'm the one who needs emotional preparation, not you."
What was he talking about when he was the one who blindsided me? Sure, he said he'd also found out late, but still. It wasn't like he hadn't had time to warn me.
[How about breakfast?]
"I already ate, a little while ago."
[Then let's have tea.]
The memory of the tea table under the wisteria tree suddenly came to mind. Back then, in that place, Sung Hyunje had watched over me and helped me all along. I had gotten so many points, too.
"Alright, that sounds good. When and where?"
[At this hotel. I'll text you when it's ready.]
"Okay."
I hung up the phone and picked up my toothbrush. In the mirror, a man with disheveled hair was reflected back. Maybe because the lighting was good, his face itself didn't look bad.
"…Ah, whatever."
I'd just approach this with a light heart. Whatever happened with Sung Hyunje wouldn't change the things we had experienced together. Even if he truly betrayed me, it would be less shocking than when Yoohyun left home. That had nearly driven me insane. This time, I would at least hear the reason first.
And no matter what happened, it wouldn't change what I wanted to do. It might just make it a little harder. Actually no, it might not be as hard as I thought. After all, I wasn't alone anymore. I'd get consoled by the people around me, pull myself together, and drag Sung Hyunje back by the collar.
I dressed up a bit, though in a more casual outfit than yesterday, before leaving the room.
Yoohyun followed me, saying he would escort me there. Let's not even talk about the rock-paper-scissors game that happened before that. There was nothing to be done about their difference in stats. Yerim had been understandably upset, saying they should draw lots instead. Yoohyun never lost once.
"Don't worry too much about the Sesung Guildmaster."
Yoohyun spoke as we stood in front of the elevator.
"I don't like it, but I do know that you rely on him, hyung. Even so, you'll be okay without him. You have me, and other people too… If you feel like it's not enough, I'll try harder."
"What do you mean, not enough? I don't feel that way at all."
I tapped my little brother's arm and smiled.
"I trust you, all of you, as well. Especially you, Yoohyun. I know you'll always be on my side, no matter what. So I'll also be fine, no matter what. Things might get hard for a bit, but that's all."
I could get back on my feet however many times I had to. Even when my little brother had left me, I hadn't given up. Something like this wasn't enough to knock me down in the first place.
"I'll be fine," I said. "I'm more worried about Sung Hyunje." 
What was going through his head?
We took the elevator down and arrived at the meeting place. My brother said he'd wait outside, but I reassured him that I'd be back before lunch and sent him away. I took a deep breath and stepped inside.
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augustghosts · 2 years ago
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The Best Thank you
Tommy Miller x fem!reader
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On that night in 2003, Tommy calls his girlfriend instead of Joel. 
(let's pretend the literal apocalypse doesn’t happen for this one, ok?) 
 I started writing this like a week ago before ep 6 and after seeing ep 6 I haven't been able to stop thinking about tommy fucking miller. Anyways, this ends kind of abruptly because i’m bad at endings lol. And this is the worst title ever, I couldn't think of one. Hope you enjoy <3
Warnings: 18+ so minors dni pls, not proofread so lmk if u spot any mistakes lmao. Lots of pet names. Established relationship, ppl in love n all that. Oral (f receiving), unprotected sex. Tommy defo whimpers btw.
Word count: 3.1k
“Shit!” She almost rolled her eyes at herself as she did the classic scramble around the bed in the dark for her phone. After a few seconds she grasps it, her eyes squinting as she looks over a number she doesn’t recognise. She considers not answering, it is midnight. But calls this late are usually important, right? Fuck it. 
“Hello?” She’s hesitant, but the sigh she lets out makes it sound like she’s annoyed. Tommy is nervous, he’s actually fucking nervous. After no answer from Joel, he didn’t know what else to do. He was well and truly fucked. He's leaning against a cold wall, the payphone is heavy in his hand - not as heavy as the stare the officer who’s watching him is giving him. He looks down at his boots instead and squeezes his eyes shut before replying. The sound of her voice immediately helped his situation. 
“Hey, honey!” He sounds a little too cheery, he honestly cringes at himself. He can’t tell if its the pure fucking anxiety he’s feeling because of this phone call or the alcohol. 
“Tommy? What’s wrong?” She sussed him out immediately, the sounds of his voice initially putting her at ease before she sensed the edge in it. God, he thinks, she’s so damn smart. And she knows him so well. He catches himself smiling at the just the thought of her, until he remembers where the fuck he is. 
“Yeah. I’m, uh - I'm okay.” Did he just stutter? This is one of those times he wished she didn’t have this kind of effect on him. 
“Okay?” She beckons him to continue, leaning over to her nightstand to flick the light on. Her room is illuminated revealing a pair of Tommy’s shoes by her door and some clothes he’d left there still thrown over the back of her chair. 
“Look, I'm - um.” Fuck, Tommy. Just say it. “I’m in jail.”
There’s a pause on the other end, a pause that’s a little too long and makes him think she’d hung up. He takes the phone away from his ear to glance at it, as if that would help.  Her voice is small when it finally comes through. “What?” 
“Did you actually not hear me or do you just want me to say it again?” He tries to joke. 
“Say it again.” Her voice is stern, it immediately shuts him down. 
“I’m in jail.” He sighs. 
There’s another pause before she asks: “Are you okay?”
His heart squeezes in his chest. He had expected a million sighs, a telling off or maybe even a dial tone ringing in his ear telling him she’d hung up on him. But no, of course she’s not like that. He knows that - she’s better than anyone he’d ever met. Of course his beautiful girl with her beautiful heart, who had just been woken up at midnight, was going to ask him if he was okay. 
“Yeah. I’m fine.” His voice is uncharacteristically small. 
“What happened?” 
“I don’t know. It's- you know I was at the bar and one of my buddies got into a fight and I was just helping him out. I think maybe I knocked the guy out, I don't know.” He does know. He did knock the guy out and honestly, he was pretty proud of it. But he doesn’t want to tell her that. 
“Oh, okay.” Honestly, she’s confused. Not sure why he was calling her, didn’t he have a brother? 
“Anyway, look baby, I'm sorry but I need you to help me out.” 
“How?” She asks. She’s sitting up now, and suddenly she doesn’t feel tired anymore. 
He sighs again, he really doesn’t want to be doing this. “Darlin’, I really am sorry but I need you to bail me out.” 
She’s silent again for a second, “Now?” 
“Yeah, it’s friday. If I don't get out tonight I'll be here all weekend.” He’s speaking faster now, he sounds like he’s panicking. Shit, is she really gonna do this? Of course she is. She sighs as she stands up. Tommy hears it and it makes his chest squeeze again, guilt flooding him as he speaks. “Please. I’m sorry.” 
“Which jail?” She asks - he tells her. A feeling of relief almost overtakes the guilt as he hears her shuffling around on the other end. 
“Okay.” She says, slipping her shoes on. “I’ll be there soon.” 
“Shit, thank you sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you.” He promises. She doesn’t respond - the line goes dead. Honestly, he feels like he’s getting mixed signals. Was she mad? Was she upset? He couldn’t tell. Fuck Joel for not answering.
Half an hour later she’s pulling up in front of the station. Her heart is beating faster than ever, maybe she should have left him here over the weekend. Taught him a damn lesson. She knows she doesn’t mean that, but she seriously considers it as she gets out of her car. The place is weirdly empty for a Friday night, a few people sitting on chairs in front of the desk. Only two people sitting behind said desk, she had expected it to be a lot crazier. Maybe the crazy is happening where Tommy is, somewhere in the back. In just a few minutes after a conversation at the desk Tommy is walking towards her. He looks more nervous than she’s ever seen him. His usual cocky and confident demeanor, which she loves so much, has been replaced by guilt and embarrassment. She stands with her arms crossed as she waits, watching as he’s handed back his phone and wallet. 
“Hey.” He says as he turns to her, he almost wishes he could go back inside. 
“Hi.” She replies, she turns and leaves. He follows, already going through an apology speech in his head. When they get outside she stops by her car, turning to face him. 
“Baby, look, I'm sorry. I-” He starts his speech but is cut off by her soft hands grasping his face. Her hands are warm on his cheeks and he brings his own hand up to rest on top of hers. 
“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asks. He nods, his gorgeous brown eyes wide as he anticipates what she’s going to do next. She surprises him by leaning up to kiss him, pulling his head down to meet her lips. He sighs as she kisses him softly, his hands wrap around her middle - he pulls her as close as he can. He had been contemplating tonight being the end of this, all his worries that he had disappointed her melting away as he felt her smile against his lips. 
“You’re an idiot.” She mumbled against his skin as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. He mirrored the grin on her face as he pulled away from her, she was still holding his face lovingly. 
“I know.” He smirked. Shit, even after all this - a night of drinking, an apparent bar fight and a few hours in jail, he still looked gorgeous. 
“So, am I taking you home or?” She trailed off, stepping away from him and rounding her car to the drivers side. 
“Only if you’re coming with me.” 
“We’ll go to mine then. I have work in the morning.” She says, and that guilty feeling almost returns, but when he sees the smirk on her face, he mirrors it with the same amount of enthusiasm. 
When they enter her apartment, Tommy suddenly isn’t as nervous anymore. Alcohol still running through his veins and excited over the thought of getting to spend the night with his girl instead of in a fucking cell. She’s slipping her shoes off and placing her keys down on the shelf beside the door when he approaches her from behind, wrapping his arms around her - chin on her shoulder. 
“You’re my goddamn hero.” He jokes, mumbling the words against her skin as he nuzzled into her neck.
“Sounds like you were the hero tonight.” She whispers back, placing her hands over his and leaning back into him. He’s pressing kisses along her neck as he responds. 
“Yeah, and i got fuckin’ arrested for it.” 
She laughs loudly, turning in his arms to kiss him again. More passionately and messily than in front of the police station. His hands grip her hips tighter, one traveling down to knead at her ass. Her own hands push his button up off of his shoulders, leaving him in just his white shirt. God, he looked good today. She can feel his cock through the front of his jeans as his hand on her ass pulls her forwards into him.
“I gotta admit,” She pulls away from him, his mouth tries to follow hers but she grasps his hand, leading him to her room. “It is kinda sexy, Thinking about you winning a fight.” 
She decides that maybe he deserves a bit of a show after the night he’s had. He’s standing in the doorway watching her, his trademark smirk plastered onto his face as she slowly takes her shirt off - Tommy’s shirt, actually. Already braless from being woken up at midnight, the jacket she had thrown on top of his shirt has already been abandoned at the door. He couldn’t lie about noticing her nipples through her shirt as she’d taken the coat off earlier. He makes a show of crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame, the smirk now turned into a grin. One that she's mirroring as she unbuttons her jeans and slowly slides them down her legs. His eyes follow, once they trail over her hips and legs he decides he can’t take it anymore. Having her standing in front of him in nothing but panties is not how he thought this night was going to end. 
“Fuck, baby.” His voice is noticeably deeper now as he comes to her, gripping her hips so she's against him. Her bare chest pressed against his clothed one. “I’m gonna give you the best thank you you’ve ever had.” 
And with that, he crouches down to haul her up into his arms - her legs wrapping around his waist as she laughs above him. He presses a quick kiss to her lips before dropping her down onto the bed. It’s his turn to put on a show now as he rids himself of his own shirt. He kneels in front of her and presses a kiss to her ankle before grabbing them both and using them to haul her towards the end of the bed. His mouth is inches from her pussy and she sighs as she feels him pressing kisses up her legs. He’s always been a tease, he lives for the sounds she makes. He loves to see her squirm. And squirm she does as he begins to slowly suck and bite the skin on her thighs. 
“Tommy.” She sighs his name and tugs on his hair and he swears his cock twitches in his jeans. “Please touch me.” Fuck, the effect she has on him is insane. He wants nothing more than to rip the denim off of his legs and fuck her into the matress, but he knows what she needs. And he will always give it to her. He presses one last kiss to her stomach before sliding her panties down her legs and throwing them behind him. 
“You’re so pretty, baby.” He whispers, just inches away from where she needs him. He used his thumbs to part her lips, a groan leaving his lips as he leaned in and dragged his warm tongue down the length of her. She sighed above him, her hands still holding onto his hair. He focuses on her clit, his tongue drawing tight circles over the nub. After a couple of strokes he closed his mouth around it, sucking gently. 
“Shit, Tommy.” One of her legs lifted around his shoulder, her heel pushing him further towards her. He smiled against her, he loved pleasing her. She always thought about how lucky she had gotten with Tommy.  A man who knows what he’s doing, and loves to do it. After playing with her clit for as long as she could take he pulled away. A beautiful smile on his face as he watched her squirm, her hands grasping his shoulders trying to push him back down. 
“You wanna come for me, gorgeous?” He asked, breathless. 
“Please.” She nods enthusiastically, just as breathless as him. “Please make me come!”
“Whatever you want princess.” He smirks, bringing his mouth back down to her pussy. His lips closed around her clit once more. He brings a hand up underneath his mouth, a single finger tracing her entrance before pushing inside. He moans against her when he feels how wet she is, adding another finger. She’s whining above him, moaning his name and pulling on his hair and he thinks about how he could definitely come like this. Shit, he has before. He fucks her with his fingers exactly the way he knows she likes, his tongue continuing to dance on her clit until she closes her thighs around his head. 
“Oh fuck, Tommy!” She moans loudly, neither of them have time to think about her neighbors right now. “I’m gonna come.” 
He continues what he’s doing as she grips harder on his hair, her legs closing tightly around his shoulders as she arches her back as she comes. He watches her face, she always looks so gorgeous like this. He fucking loves it. He fucking loves her. He keeps going until she's giggling breathlessly and pushing him away. He sits up, kneeling at the bottom of the bed between her legs, pressing one last kiss to her thigh before standing up and ridding himself of his jeans. She whimpers when she sees just how hard he is. He looks gorgeous as he stands above her, his cock flushed and leaking. He climbs on top of her to kiss her messily, her wetness still around his mouth as he pushes his tongue inside of hers. 
“How do you want me?” She whispers against his lips. 
“Fuck, turn around sweetheart.” He’s grinning at her as she follows his instructions. Turning around onto her stomach and leaning on her elbows. He takes a hold of her hips, pulling her ass up so he can get a view of her dripping pussy. “God I can't wait to fill you up, you ready for me?” 
“I’m always ready for you.” She smiles at him over her shoulder. He groans at her words, realizing he cant wait any longer, he takes a hold of his throbbing cock and lines himself up to her glistening hole. They both moan as he pushes in, her warm walls welcoming him as they squeeze him in. 
“So fuckin’ tight.” He whimpers as he begins to set a pace. “God, i fuckin’ love your pussy.” 
She feels like his words make her more wet, if that's even possible. 
“I love your cock, Tommy.” She moans as he fucks her slowly, holding himself back. He wants to enjoy her, but her heavenly cunt makes it so difficult. “Please, make me feel good.” 
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I'm gonna.” He says through gritted teeth. He always does, but she loves to tease him. And she knows how much he loves to hear her beg for him. He continues to fuck her like this, picking up his pace eventually when she begins to whine for him to go faster. She breathes his name as his cock begins hitting just the right spot, her hands tightening around the bedsheets - needing something to hold on to. Her chest pressed up against the bedsheets, her body being thrust forward as Tommy fucks into her, adds deliciously to the stimulation. He knows her so well, he can feel when she's getting close. Her silky walls tighten around him, her hands clenching and unclenching as her back arches more. Her whines of his name becoming higher in pitch. He’s close too, so with a smack to her ass that makes her yelp he pulls out. She doesn’t have time to process as he turns her over climbing over her again to kiss her. She moans against his mouth, his soft lips and tongue mixing with her own. Her legs wrap around his body as he pushes into her again. Immediately setting a bruising pace, both of them too close to care. 
“You gonna come for me baby? Yeah?” He eggs her on as she nods, desperately. “Come on baby come around my cock. Let me feel it.” 
The sight of her reaching down to play with her clit as she comes undone beneath him is enough to do it for him. 
“Where do you want it?” He hisses. He knows the answer, but he always asks anyway. 
“Come inside me Tommy. I wanna feel you.” He practically whimpers her name as he empties inside of her. She pulls his face down towards her again, wanting to hold him close. He bites into her shoulder as she whimpers in his ear, still coming down from her own high. Both of them enjoying the feeling of him filling her pussy up. 
“Holy shit.” She murmurs. A drowsy smile on her face as she plays with his hair until he eventually lifts his head from her shoulder. He laughs before pressing a kiss to her cheek. He sits up, pulling out of her and biting the inside of his cheek as he watches his come drip out of her. 
“I love you.” She says, reaching for him again. 
“I love you more.” He smiles as she pulls him down for a kiss. “You gotta sleep, not long until you need to get up for work.” 
“Yeah,” She agrees, still trying out her breath. She stands up to make her way to the bathroom and stops at the door to say: “A long night of being a hero.” She hears him laugh from the bed as she shuts the bathroom door, her legs still slightly wobbly and tingling. He definitely kept his promise, the best damn thank you she’d ever had. 
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zombiequeenblog · 8 months ago
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I often wonder about the first time Copia saw Mouse. How he perceived her and chose to be his. What was it about her, in a Ministry full of Sisters and Brothers who would willingly give themselves to him for passion and lust? Why her? What did she have that he wanted?
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Thank you for your lovely ask! You've inspired me to write the following, and I hope you enjoy:
It's here on ao3 if you'd prefer...
The first time he saw her, he nearly didn’t. Merely a glimpse of a pale face framed by darker hair, disappearing with a faint step around a dim corner, quiet as a church mouse. In his many years coming and going from here, he had heard many tales of the abbey’s resident ghosts (primarily from Terzo), but never had he actually perceived anything among the cloistered halls. Well, of course not.. what utter nonsense!
The Cardinal was on his way to his own unwelcoming haunt. Walking briskly through older passageways lit only the more poorly as he went, he stalked his own solitude as usual. A long night of his own dark interests awaited him; thoughts he kept to himself, and deeds unwitnessed by any. He sought his own time and pleasure down here, alone and unbothered just as he preferred, and yet… the sound of that little scuttling step seemed to echo within his mind. It was odd.
The second time he came upon her slight form was as he walked by in a dim and musty hallway, almost stepping on her honestly as she was kneeling, his monk straps ultimately skirting by unconcerned. She didn’t even look up. Quietly, he ascended a staircase just above, where he could pause and observe in secret her little toiling. She was real, then, but who was this little creature?
Racking his brain for only a minute, he recalled Sister Imperator mentioning a recent hire. She wasn’t a new convert then, which was obvious from her lack of habit. No, she was dressed like some kind of a maid, rather inconveniently it seemed, by the way she idly pulled down the hem of her short skirt as she carefully shuffled along on her knees, apparently scrubbing the hall baseboards with great concentration. The Cardinal shook his head a little, Sister had an archaic passion for old-fashioned dress to match the institution. Not that he really objected, mind you… it gave him a certain dignity to don the gloves and such, a power he found much pleasure in. His gaze lingered, finding pleasure in this unsuspecting domestic as well. The sleeves of her button-down were rolled up to expose delicate wrists, her dainty ankles hidden from his gaze in knee-high stockings. The sight of her body, done up so primly yet left vulnerable in the trappings of troublesome clothes just to look pretty, did something to him.
The Cardinal was a quiet admirer of beauty, and she appeared to be beautiful in a quiet way. Solitary and sweet, far too young for him if he were being proper, but he was far from proper, wasn’t he? No one knew the terrible things which brewed darkly within him, had always brewed… stronger and stronger. He stared at her pert little ass for a moment, and wondered what her panties looked like; he could have seen if she wasn’t pressing her thighs together so tightly. Vexing little thing. 
Someone was coming down the hallway towards her, and the Cardinal slunk back into the shadows for some reason. His natural reaction annoyed him; why should he feel guilty standing in his own damn home, leering at the help? 
It was Papa Secondo, and Copia stayed unnoticed where he was. Secondo stopped beside her, watching grimly, and when she felt sufficiently self-conscious she sat back on her haunches, her fine hair almost tumbling out of its precarious knot. 
“Well hello, girl.”
“Oh! Your… um… Excellency! My… my apologies…” The dulcet tones of her voice matched the rest of her, and Copia strained his ears to hear more of it.
“Quite alright, dear,” said Secondo, “I can see you’re busy, but I thought I might suggest…” He cocked his bald head down towards the scrub-brush in her hands. “Push along the grain of the board, it’s easier on the caulking, you know…”
The girl looked down at her task for a moment, and nodded her head. “Yes. Yes, of course, Your Excellency… Th… thank you!” Copia felt his gloved fingers twitching, an urge to pull the ribbon out of her hair almost taking him over.
“You’re welcome, dear.” Secondo continued on his way down the hall, and the girl went back to her work, altering her technique. 
Copia rolled his eyes; the old man was simply being supercilious. Who gave a fuck how the baseboards were cleaned? He continued to watch the girl for a minute, and when she fancied herself alone again, he noticed her pointedly go back to her previous scrubbing motion. Copia felt a little grin wash over his face; she had some spirit inside her, apparently. He liked that. 
The Cardinal continued to watch her in silence, enjoying perhaps too much the sight of her on all fours, her skirt continuing to ride up to his dark appreciation. She worked so quietly, was so quiet, and he found himself wondering what it would be like to provoke her to noise… a sweet cry or scream. She looked like she had many screams inside her.
Suddenly, stopping her motion abruptly, the girl reeled back and stiffened, holding her hand up with a faint cry. “Damn it…” he heard her exclaim, softly. She squeezed the side of her palm with her other hand, rocking back and forth for a second, and he could see a thin trickle of blood running down her wrist, even in the dim light. Poor little thing, but she didn’t even cry! He wondered if he could make her cry. 
The girl let out a little moan, sweeter than he could have even hoped for, and the Cardinal felt something less sweet stirring deep inside him. For a moment, he felt an overwhelming urge to rush forward, and subject the girl to a further kind of violence he had never indulged in before. 
Restraining himself, he stayed in the shadows, and watched her kneel there, biting her sweet lip for a moment as she looked upwards into the dull hallway light, finally breathing out her pain with a little sigh he wished he could capture. She couldn’t see him, thankfully, couldn’t see how the Cardinal stiffened his body against the wall, another part of him stiffening in such a way that he knew he’d have to relieve promptly, by himself in private. He stared at her, imagining ways he could make her do it. Force her to take him. Copia bit his own lip; she was fairly vexing, wasn’t she? And entirely unaware of it. Perhaps that was a part of her quiet charm.
With the way his intense gaze was fixed upon her, perhaps it wasn’t so strange when she finally glanced behind her shoulder with a slight shiver. Did she believe in dark things lurking in the shadows? He thrilled to see her uneasiness, the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Eventually, she gathered her things and left, stealing quietly away down the darkened hall, a ghost herself, and the Cardinal didn’t trust himself to move until she had disappeared from his sight entirely. Now was not the time to pounce. But soon… by Satan, soon… He almost felt a kind of pity at what he knew he was going to do to her.
She continued to haunt him, and the first words he ever spoke to her were an apology.
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rosaline-black · 2 years ago
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ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢꜰᴏʀʏᴏᴜ - ꜱɪʀɪᴜꜱ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ
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Summary: on a summers night Sirius surprises you with a call. Will those unspoken feelings finally bubble over ?
Pairing: Fem!reader X Sirius black
A/N: this is a song fic! I’ve been a big 1975 fan since I was 11 and well since I couldn’t afford tickets I thought I’d live vicariously through their old songs. Enjoy :) even if u don’t know the song, this is still pretty romantic.
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What time you coming out?
We started losing light
I’ll never make it right
If you don’t wander off
“Come on l/n one night with me you won’t regret it…” Sirius pleaded over the muggle pay phone. He craved the site of your face just as much as he craved a cigarette right now. Love wasn’t normal for someone like Sirius. It didn’t just happen, not with his upbringing, not when he’d never experienced it from anyone other then his friends before. It was getting darker outside with every second and Sirius needed you near him.
“Sirius it’s 11pm and my parents are sleeping you can’t just call my house begging to see me… especially in the middle of summer when you haven’t owled me once!” You snapped in return. He couldn’t expect you to run to him after he’d been radio silent for four weeks.
“You know how my parents are y/n… I can’t send letters to…” he trailed off not knowing how to phrase his statement. You were muggleborn, if his parents caught wind of him associating with such he’d not only be punished but you could be put in danger too.
“Mudbloods? Just hang up Sirius…” you snapped
I’m so excited for the night
All we need’s my bike and your enormous house
“Hey don’t use that fucking word… look I have my bike with me… I can cycle..” Sirius pleaded even harder.
“Fine let’s say I agree where would we go?” You asked sighing into the phone.
“Your enormous house of course… look I just really need to see you… please”
If it wasn’t for the sincerity in his usually sarcastic and annoying voice you would of hung up. But he was doing what always did, he reeled you in until you craved to smell his cologne again, until you wanted to hear his deep chuckle.
“Fine… get here any later then midnight and I’m going to bed…” and with that you put down the phone.
Half an hour later you were sat on your front porch when a bike made its way up the road. The moonlight caught on metallic paint and his grey eyes. You could spot those eyes from a mile away.
“You’re here…”
“What did you think I wouldn’t come…”
You shrugged honestly. You never really knew where you stood with Sirius most of the time. He teased you like one of his friends but whenever you spoke he held an intensity you couldn’t locate when he conversed with his other friends. He’d joked in the past about hooking up with you. And you’d just laughed it off, it was better to push the playboy away then confront your feelings and have them crushed.
Don’t you see me I
I think I’m falling, I’m falling for you
And don’t you need me I
I think I’m falling, I’m falling for you
On this night, and in this light
I think I’m falling (I think I’m falling), I’m falling for you
And maybe you, change your mind..
"Glad your opinion of me is high…“ Sirius joked taking a seat beside you as you both looked up at the clear night sky.
Sirius noticed your reluctance to give in to him. He completely understood. You had an unspoken tie to each other that you both chose to ignore. But on nights like this, in the dimmed glow of the porch light he was certain he was falling for you.
"At least I’m honest with you… I don’t fall at your knees like half the other girls in our school..” you commented with a tiny smile that was hidden behind your hair.
Sometimes you wondered if he truly saw you. If he was just stringing you along as a back up option in case someone more desirable didn’t want him. No way would you be his scapegoat. No way would you degrade yourself for love, even if that love was getting more apparent with every second you spent on your porch alone with him.
I’m caught on your coat again
You said, “Oh no, it’s fine”
I read between the lines and touched your leg again (again)
Sirius leant over to get closer to you, one of his many rings that he worse getting caught on a lose string from your coat. He pulled it away but only drew you closer.
“Sorry I…”
“Oh no it’s fine..” you said pulling away the string as you realised how close he’d grown to you; it was pissing you off that you didn’t mind his nose nearly brushing yours.
You moved your gaze back to the sky. Losing yourself in the stars as a cold calloused finger grazed your upper thigh. Any other time where the atmosphere wasn’t as thick with intensity you would of pushed it away. But you couldn’t.
Sirius didn’t mean to graze your leg. When he saw you hadn’t pushed him away like usual he rested his hand there. Grounding him deeper beside you. Touching you in anyway felt like a privilege he of all people didn’t deserve, but right now with all these unspoken thoughts, there was no way he’d let go. He couldn’t.
I’ll take it one day at a time
Soon you will be mine, oh, but I want you now (I want you now)
In that instant Sirius knew he couldn’t have anyone else ever again. He’d wait the rest of his life to call you his. Wether it was in this life or the next he didn’t care. Your souls were intertwined. Afar from the pureblood bullshit he didn’t see your blood status or even your looks, he just saw your soul. And he was hoping you saw his.
In that instant he knew that he’d take it one day at a time, even though when you bit your lip that way or tucked that loose strand of hair behind your delicate ears he wanted to steal you away. Have you now.
“Stop staring…” you muttered just above a whisper, like a whistle in the wind.
“Never…”
When the smoke is in your eyes, you look so alive
Do you fancy sitting down with me maybe
‘Cause you’re all I need
“Cigarette?” He asked lighting his own. Your brief nod was enough to carefully slip one between your lips and light it.
He watched the smoke streams catch in the light of your porch, more importantly your eyes. The majestic patterns that the smoke formed weren’t even close to competing with the intoxicating puddle which were your eyes.
“So we’re just going to sit here in silence then..” you broke the silence.
“What is there to talk about…” Sirius murmured almost mockingly. There was clearly lots for the both of you to talk about. Infact there was everything to talk about.
You could of sworn the glimmer of his teeth that showed when he smirked was enough for you to fall into the hole that was Sirius black. You couldn’t let it though, what if you’d made up the bond you shared in your head. You weren’t the first girl he’d probably ever done this for.
According to your heart
My place is not deliberate
Feeling of your arms
I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck
Sirius could practically hear the cogs turning in your head. Maybe now was the time to ease the doubts and reservations you had about him. Maybe now was a good time for him to get on his knees and confess every bad thing he’d ever done just so you completely trusted he could never hurt you, even if he wanted to.
He was sure you were bound to each other. Maybe to you the feeling wasn’t as strong. He’d accidentally fallen into your heart and now you were trying your best to get him out. But while he had the chance he’d take it.
Before he could take it though, your arms were pressed against his chest. Your eyes glued to his own. That mental timer that had been counting down the seconds until you could no longer ignore this had run out. Whatever this was.
“I don’t wanna be your friend y/n… I can’t just, be your friend…”
Then his lips were on yours. And you were fighting for dominance, wanting to equally prove to each other that this wasn’t just a kiss. Your hearts were chained to one another and neither of you wanted to find the key to loosen the shackles.
His lips found your neck and every thought of him hurting you was now long gone. You liked to think you couldn’t be deceived, and if this was him deceiving you then you’d happily call yourself a fool.
Don’t you see me I
I think I’m falling, I’m falling for you
And don’t you need me I
I think I’m falling, I’m falling for you
On this night, and in this light
I think I’m falling (I think I’m falling), I’m falling for you
And maybe you, change your mind
You must have laid with each other until the sun began to rise. You didn’t want it too though, neither of you did. The thought of losing that atmosphere, that perfect circumstance where you could freely declare your love for one another was frightening.
Those same doubts crept back up on you. Would you go back to Hogwarts in September and would he pretend as though he’d never kissed you this way. Would he push away your bound to each other, or would he give in? Give in like you had so easily.
“I’ve fallen for you…” those four words were the only confirmation you needed. You were bound.
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blacklight-creature · 8 months ago
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☆IF IT ALL BURNS DOWN☆
Chapter 2
Description:Swiss shows Phantom around the ministry and Dew doesn't like him
Tw: yelling, Swiss is really sad at the start, Dew is pretty much Jax from tadc
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Swiss was sitting on his bed listening to his record player and just thinking, thinking about Aether more specifically. Thousands of thoughts plagued his brain as he recalled fond memories the Ghoul had with Aether, he saw him nearly as a parental figure although really all did.
The memory of Papa telling the pack of how one of their own was sent back to the carnage of Hell. Only a few days later was this followed bu Sunshine choosing to move to another ministry. He didn't know if he should be angry or distraught at the moment but he really just felt so empty.
"Knock knock"
A voice was heard from behind Swiss' door.
"Come in" Swiss said in the happiest voice he could muster.
With that the door opened revealing a very nervous Copia, "Hello! Swiss umm... I have a little favour I need from you sooo as you know we are summoning 2 new Ghouls...."
Copia's words seemed far away as Swiss realised something so simple he had completely forgotten about.
If you send a Ghoul back you have to replace them.
"Sooo it would be lovely if you would give the new Ghoul a tour?"
"Um y-yeah Papa I can do that sure yep" Swiss stumbled over his words not knowing how to react.
"Ah good my Ghoul!" Copia responded gesturing for Swiss to follow him down to the summoning room which Swiss obliged. When they got there Swiss was greeted with the sight of a small quintessence Ghoul. He had Purple skin with dark blue and orange accents, one eye glowed golden orange and the other was milky nearly iridescent in nature. This eye was surrounded with burn scars that seem to have bleached his skin and part of his dark blue hair. He had a long fluffy tail and strange frills on the sides of his head.
He wasn't anything like Aether.
Despite this Swiss made the decision to not show his disappointment, smiling brightly at the Ghoul.
The Ghoul squeaked at him in response.
Rude.
Soon Copia dashed out of the room complaining something about Seestor though Swiss honestly wasn't paying much attention to the awkward man's ramblings.
"So, hey I'm Swiss um I'm sure Copia has already told you why your here so I'm not going to explain it again" Swiss stated as he bounced uncomfortably on his heels.
"So be a lamb darlin', won't you follow me" Swiss giggled.
The quintessence Ghoul who was now standing infront of him simply stared at him.
Swiss stared back.
"It's a Hamilton reference" Swiss mumbled sadly as he began to walk down the hall towards the practice room. The smaller Ghoul trailing behind him.
The 2 Ghouls walked to the practice room in incredibly awkward silence.
They both stop infront of the practice room.
"Okay so the ministry is pretty big so I'm only going to show you the rooms you will be using, that fine with you....ehh what the fuck is your name again" Swiss looks at the Ghoul behind him in new found confusion.
"Phantom, i-its Phantom"
"PHANTOM OF THE OPERA" Swiss practically screamed as he opens the door to the practice room.
Phantom's ears pin back at the volume at which the multi Ghoul screamed.
They both walked into the practice room and were greeted with a very annoyed Dew who first looked at Swiss before directing his anger at Phantom.
"Whi the fuck is that" Dew hissed as he put his guitar down and stomped towards the pair, tail lashing.
"Okay Dew this is Phantom our new quintes-"
"New?!"
"Yes Dew our new quintessence, Phantom this is Dew our fire Ghoul" Swiss quickly spoke.
All Dew gave in response was a growl before he stormed out of the room.
"So sorry about that! Dew can be like that sometimes" Swiss tried to comfort the already skittish Ghoul.
Phantom's tail wrapped around his leg in attempt to soothe himself.
Swiss feelings even more awkward then before only looking to get back to his as quickly as possible trying to think of an easy way out of the situation.
"Hey! I can clearly see your upset so how about I bring you to your room for the night yeah?" Swiss says with his familiar smile.
Phantom only nods in response.
The pair walk past the Ghoul common room where a few Ghouls are occupying the space and down to the Ghoul wing.
Swiss then realises Phantom will have to take Aethers room and so he points him to Aether's door before he could even say a word to the quint, the door is slammed shut.
Seeing nothing more to do Swiss walks back to his own room and collapse onto his bed, Heather's still playing on his record player.
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voidwritesstuff · 1 year ago
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Long Way To The Truth
->cw: angst,mentions of ptsd, your usual Lucas stuff.
->chapter three: Arkansas pt2// Oklahoma.
->reblogs over likes.
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A little weirded out,he packs up his stuff and leaves. The road before him its still pretty wet,so he drives slowly and taking Wheelers advice.
He could afford to take the day slow,to relax,just this once.
Most of the trip across Arkansans is pretty calm, just towns and towns. Some nice people,some mildly annoying ones,but its as normal as his trip could get.
The most interesting thing he had during the trip was while he was taking a break from Driving. The heat is not that bad at that moment, hes sitting on the floor of his van with a guitar in hand.
Said guitar wasnt his,it was Wheeler's. He was going to be their band's guitarist,it did go to wheeler's head for a few days, and he was a goddamn menace about It. He spent days bragging about how he would get all the chicks and leave the others with none. (To which Lucas would reply that the jokes on him because Lucas himself is Bisexual).
Regardless, he sits on the floor of the van,leaning Back on some of his bags and boxes and he starts to strum what few chords he remembers.
The strumming continues for a bit as his thoughts swirl to the beat of the song. Hes composed a few of songs before,kept them all to himself.
But around him theres not that Many people only the passing cars of the road, no-one is paying attention to him.
So,it Beggins in a humm,tuning his voice to the chords. He takes a deep breath and...
--See me and the boys
We got plans for what comes later
After the war
Got names for a band
And jobs for each other-- he sings,looking at his Journal,Open beside him where he has a picture of him and his Friends.
He was the youngest of his team, the platoon's Child that Wheeler fawned over like a mother hen. Even if his captain denied any favoritism, it was clear as day that if anything happened to Lucas,Alphonso wouldve totally commited a few war crimes.
--so,do you have any children?-- Lucas asked Alphonso once while they Ate lunch.-- you seem like ya do
--Nah,me n my Lady are waitin' for me to come back home to try. Ion wanna lose my baby's first steps or words. --Wheeler answered, eating a bite from his food-- but honestly I think at this Point we might as well adopt you
Lucas chuckles,a little embarassed but moved, he clears his throat trying to play it off-- c'mon Man,dont Rob me of the experience of being the cool uncle
--Fine fine I wont. On one condition-- his captains eyes had that look in his face, that mischevious glint that meant that he was going to thoroughly embarass him by being cheesy and sappy-- I get to be your best Man when you get married
The younger Man nodded-- deal,you better not embarass me infront of my future spouse though
--Cant make any promises,kiddo-- Alphonso replied with a teasing smirk.
God,those were the days.
--It feel really good, whoa
I'm crashing, I'm crashing down
Everyone's crashing
But as long as we're together-- he keeps singing, the memory sitting like a weight on his chest.
Maybe after this,he should check on Wheeler's wife,she was in a retirement home in Tennesee, he visited her during the anniversary of Wheeler's death and during the holidays,hes taken her to some of his family gatherings before.
To this day,she maintains that hes the son she and Alphonso never had, Hence why he has Wheeler's guitar and some of his memorabilia.
Anger,regret, sadness and grief pour from his voice as he sings each word,a little shaky and weak--Ooh, and the drummer plays
A beat too long and the whole damn song
Starts to fall apart
Ooh, by show of hands
The group disbands, and they won't be back
By popular demand 
"Im with you,every step of the way. Keep going,kid"
Those words echo in his mind, and it almost feels like Wheeler is showing him New chords he didnt know with the way that his fingers press down on different parts of the guitar's neck. They just sort of come to him.
Its like he can almost hear him say "Like this- no youre doing it wrong,that finger goes here. Atta boy"
--Believe it now, believe it then
As long as you believe it when
It comes knocking, it comes knocking for your friends
Between the times we used to spend
And now the feeling never bends
I noticed and I notice it again-- he sings,pouring his feelings into the dragging of the words. The strumming becomes a lot more fluid,Like an actual song hes played over,and over again.
He even gets a small Disney princess moment because a few of the critters like birds and squirrels get closer to him to hear what hes playing
But putting his feelings into words is really good for his anguish,it makes him feel a lot lighter and at ease with that constant maelstorm of unresolved issues. He eventually does put away the guitar and grabs his Journal,as much as it stings him je writes down a little item that says "get a therapist ( a good one)".
The only reason hes considering seeing a therapist again is because of Wheeler, he needs to take the reigns of his mental health somehow. The worlds huge,this country was huge, there has to be at least one therapist that Will hear him out.
Right after that,he resumes his Driving. And by nightfall hes already in Oklahoma,which does help him quite a bit with his anxiety.
During the night, he found himself a nice parkinglot to park,a little in the shadows of the streelights. Hes currently writing down on his Journal before going to bed.
"Diary entry #200.
Already in Oklahoma,im so sick of Driving so much. Theres still a few days until I reach Milton-Haven, but I also find myself enjoying the trip, havent been outside for this long in a good while.
It feels just like the hunting road trips me and my dad would do every year when I was a kid.
I think im going to find a room for the night tonight, despite the fact that I might need to sleep on the floor. But it would be great to not half freeze my ass for one night.
Regardless, heres my to do list for when I get to MH.
•find a place to stay.
•find a job (prefferably a quiet sort of job)
•research about Mayer and possible facilities they May own. (Visit town hall)
•find documents about AR.
• find a therapist (A good one)."
After that,he closes the Journal and goes to bed. Lately,as hes been able to think about his past and process it, hes had less run Ins with bad dreams and his PTSD related. He low key hates how actually confronting his emotions helps.
But regardless of that,his sleep goes uninterrupted, and Next morning he continued his trip after getting breakfast.
Nothing of note happens thruought the day. The night however does bring Lucas something interesting, as he entered the bar, he noted the stage was getting ready for a performance.
And as he eats dinner he can hear the supposed band members argue over him
--Goddamnit,He cancelled?--A guy asked,sounding exhasperated.
--Its the third time this week!-- a girl added-- explain to me where are we getting a damn drummer now?!
--We cant cancell this gig- I cant afford it-- another guy says.
Lucas sighs,scratching the back of his neck. Was he really going to do this? He could just nope out,not his circus not his monkeys. It would be exposing himself to a large crowd,there could be some goverment agent in there and-.
--I dont get why we even made this band in the first place! -- the girl said-- stupid fucking- I cant fucking belive it. Its a waste of damn time
Fine,fuck,guess hes doing this.
After he eats dinner,he goes to talk with the band. Telling them who he is and that hes good at drums,and in their desesparation the band accepts.
--Im isabell--says the girl-- im the vocalist of the Group, this is Leon, hes the bassist and this is Jay the guitarrist.
Lucas wouldve Flinched if he heard that a few days ago,but for some reason now hes a lot more at ease when the memory of Alphonso pops out.
--Nice to make yer acquaintance, what song are yall playin'?
Isabell scratches the back of her neck-- we're uh playing the Trooper by iron maiden
A smile appears on the face of the ex soldier-- neat,I know the chords to that song. I really like it actually
--Oh thank god-- the main singer exclaims-- de can go fix up the Seat for you n all, we gotta get ready anyway
--Sounds great, lets do it then
Lucas cant help but look at the main three of the band as they get ready and tune their instruments. He can tell theyve been Friends for a while because of the way they interact, he smiles fondly at the sight,wondering if him and his Friends wouldve been the same way if they ever did manage to form that band that they wanted to form.
Before the show,Isabell seems a little anxious as she warms up her voice, It makes him feel for her as she sits on the steps to the stage as she looks down with this fearful look in her eyes. on a whim he decided to sit with her and talk, see if he could help.
--Hey, whats up?-- he asked,putting a hand on her shoulder.
--Ah nothing- stage Fright. I always get it before every show- theres a lotta people in here and it makes me nervous-- she explains, passing her hands across her face-- the owner said that if we do good tonight, we'll become The Band of the bar. Its huge for us you know?
He nodds-- yeah I get that, seems quite daunting-- his hands reach to Grab the dog tags hidden underneath his flannel-- but yknow after a lifetime of well, war, i-ive realized something. No matter how scared you are- its better to just- just do it rather than running away
--How did you deal with the Fear?--She asked,eyes setting on the dogtags. She seems a little distracted from her anguish.
--beside just doing the damn thing even if I was shittin' myself internally?-- he asked, and at that she laughed and nodded-- had really good Friends-- he nodds towards her bandmates-- for..-for me it was my captain -- he takes a deep breath as he considers what hes about to do-- for you? Its leon and Jay, im a pretty observant guy and ive seen the way yall act together. Im sure those boys would follow you to the ends of the earth if you just asked. So dont be afraid to reach out- here,gimme your hand
A little curious and quite moved,she offers his hand as he takes off his dogtags and places them on her palm-- hopefully this helps, I have one of the tags of my captain on that chain. And since yer singing The Trooper, its only appropiate you have something army related.
Isabell smiles,putting on the dogtags. The weight of the metal is oddly soothing-- Thanks, Lucas.
He smiles and pats their back-- s'nuthin.-- he stands up and dusts himself off-- c'mon kid,lets get the show started -- he helps her up and smiles reassuringly.
Soon,the show starts. Lucas hits the drumsticks together, marking the beat of the song before he starts playing,leon and Jay join in and so the instrumental begins.
The vocalist presses her hand against the dogtags as she gets ready to sing, she feels the warm metal against her palm, takes a deep breath and looking upon the semi crowded room begins singing.
--You'll take my life, but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket, but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand, there's no turning back-- and damn, shes quite good at it. She follows along to the melody with no issue, her voice doesnt break or falter as the lyrics flow in the air like mist.
Lucas gets a smile on his face that grows bigger and bigger as the Group gets more and more into the song.
And he cant help but laugh internally at how impressed the crowd looks at the performance of the band. One dude looks particularly impressed, and he wonders If thats the owner of the gig.
--The horse, he sweats with fear, we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall-- isabell has put her soul into her singing, as if a siren was the vocalist of a metal band.
Theres a catharsis in the way theyre playing the song, especially for Lucas who can relate more than most to the lyrics. He doesnt hold back either and he plays as if nobody is watching, all he can hope for is that he doesnt break the drum set.
By the end of the show the crowd is a mess of cheering and screaming, Jay and Leon pick up their vocalist friend and sort of throws her up to then catch it again.
Isabell is all smiles as she talks to a man afterwards, the one he correctly guessed to be the owner.
In that moment he gets ready to leave, but as he makes his way to the van, the band stops him.
--Lucas hold on!--says Leon, running up to him.
--Hey yall, whats up?--He asked.
--Two things-- the vocalist girl says,outta breath, taking off the dogtags-- these and-
--You wanna be part of our band?--Jay asked Straight up,gaining a glare from his friends-- what?! You two were going to make a whole fanfarre over it. So id rather just ask
Lucas shifts his gaze between the three of them,pretty amused. He puts on his dogtags and answers-- ah im sorry,I cant. Im on a sort of moving to Washington,gonna visit an old friend while im at it and 'm already runnin' late.
--Shame-- Isabell answered, a little dissappinted-- but-but thank you,you literally saved us-
--S'nuth--the ex soldier doesnt finish his phrase before Isabell gives him a big tight hug. He hugs back a little confused but endeared.
--This band has been her dream-- leon explains once the girl pulls back from the embrace-- means a lot to her- to us. Even if we dont have any names for our band yet
--Well see that I can help with-- Lucas said with a smirk-- yall remind me of me and my war buddies, we talked about a band once and we wanted to call ourselves "the ragtags" 'cuz we came from all 'round the US. Since that bands never happening,i leave it up to yall youngsters to Carry the torch for me- us
The three look at eachother and nodd enthusiastically-- Will do,take care dude-- says leon,shaking Lucas' hand, so does Jay.
--You too,all of you -- he replied,to then adress isabell and say-- and you have one hell of a voice, by the way.
In that instant,isabell goes red as a tomato, to which Jay rolls his eyes a little. -- a uhm thanks, hey do you uhm m-
Jay and leon Grab their friend and slowly drags her away, she kicks and complains trying to get out of their grasp. --YOU ASSHOLES I WAS GONNA ASK FOR HIS NUMBER.
--Leave the guy alone!--Leon Shouts.
--HES GODDAMN CUTE. --isabell yells back.
Jay looks thoroughly embarassed and exclaims a quick-- SORRY--at Lucas before dragging her into the bar.
Lucas stands there mistified, a little flustered. --Yep,still got it-- he mutters with a smirk before grabbing his keys and getting into his van to drive to a motel nearby.
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majorbaby · 1 year ago
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actually we are both SO lucky because tumblr wouldnt let me send the ask initially—I had to copy an earlier version and try sending it to myself several times to figure out what the error was. so i DO have an earlier copy of the ask—it was less clean so I'll add more fun colors to make it less of a pain to read. ANYWAY, IT IS AS FOLLOWS:
"THE GEORGE EPISODE...sorry this is gonna be a long ask, I hope you don't mind! I love that ep for personal reasons that have almost nothing to do w/ the episode itself, which is, I agree, aside from the social message of "don't be a bigot" (AND TRAPPERS SINGINGGGG) kind of mid!
but. i was re-watching it recently. and the scene where George comes out and then Father Mulcahy interrupts w/ the football and Hawkeye does a really bad throw, kind of caught my attention oddly.
I know the main purpose of the interaction is to wrap up the scene nicely, give Hawkeye a way to bounce off of George asking Hawk not to tell anybody abt him being A Homosexual. but it also directly connects Hawkeyes Comedic Sports Failure to George's Homosexuality and w/ the way that lack of aptitude in sports is considered a Gay Thing especially back in the day, the little voice in my head that loves looking for meaning in stories said: "This is a purposeful connection the writers are drawing between Hawkeye and George"
and then the rest of my brain kicked up and kicked in and kicked down the door and said "take a breather, you transexual bisexual. not everything is about intentional queercoding." and i was like yeah. fine. whatever. fine. alright.
and while I do kinda believe bisexual reading of Hawkeye is inevitable to any viewer who has ever given thoughtful consideration to how one man might want to touch another man, calling it coding in this scene might be a pretty dramatic stretch. i can't argue with that. sure.
BUT. i was working on a sewing project later and needed something light and easy to listen to, and i poked at the MASHMatters podcast and found they had an interview with one of the writers of that very episode—Gary Markowitz. [ep 71 if u want it]
AND. i have three interesting things to tell u i learned from that.
1) ORIGINALLY the ending of the episode was not going to be "Frank was hiding something embarrassing in HIS past TOO! He paid for his degree!" (Markowitz did not like this ending because he was like "are we really going to say that being gay is something in your past you Should be ashamed of?") but instead. Frank was going to get drunk and admit that there was an older family friend with a tattoo he really. really admired when he was younger. Admired the guy's muscles. Maybe. Sure, maybe he wanted to be him, but maybe...maybe he wanted...Something Else.
Obviously...I mean. I don't think I'd consider that a Diversity Win.
Honestly? In this one weird case maybe I agree with the censors that blackmailing Frank about paying for the answers to the test was kind of better. Esp with the idea that "the most homophobic people are the homosexuals themselves" being a particularly shitty trope.
and I think the explicit confirmation that Frank himself might have some homosexual tendencies might have overshadowed the single-ep-character, George, and come right around to being a "well its ok to bully the annoying homosexuals" message. which would already be a horrible message in an era where I think homosexuality itself was cause for disgust and irritation for many people. but. well. anyway.
2) MARKOWITZ MENTIONED THE RADAR AND HENRY BIT.
Markowitz said they intentionally included the monthly checkup bit to illustrate how, in a situation such as this, men are often very intimate with each other, putting themselves in vulnerable situations with other men, touching other men, already.
Like, sure the rest of the episode maybe you (a homophobic 1970s audience) are freaking out about a man wants to touch other men intimately, but you're totally okay and unbothered about this corporal getting so up in his C.O.'s business that he can see a little nativity scene in his ear?
He said they wanted to make it clear that homophobia is a silly stance to take when men are touching men for all sorts of reasons all the time in a setting like the military. Like. It is just naturally a kind of homosocial homosexual homoplatonic environment just on account of how homogenous the gender variance of any given environment is.
and I was like. whoa. hey. that's a lot more thought than I gave the writers credit for, and that's on me! I really like that scene even more now!
3) Apparently, when Markowitz and his writing partner (John W. Regier) submitted this (their first script to get accepted) idea to the usual MASH writers nobody was Thrilled about it. Like, it was Fine but they were in a friendly competition with All In The Family to tackle social issues, and so they were like "FINEEEEE i GUESSSS we'll talk about THE GAY ISSUE. since All In The Family Hasn't yet. WHATEVER."
which doesn't surprise me in the least given the show itself as well as the time it was made in, but does disappoint me a little.
ANYWAY!!!!!!!
So I took all this stuff and brought it with me when I started thinking about all the other little scenes in there—like when George pauses when Frank mentions The Pink Scourge before Frank clarifies that he means communists.
OR when Henry gets his nails done by the nurse he's sweet on—and asks with an easy familiarity for the buffing treatment. How she calls his hands beautiful, and he says he got them from his mother.
OR OR OR. the one where Hawkeye is painting that nurse's toes, and she says "wow you're really good at this" and then Radar comes over and ALSO says hawkeye is really good at painting toenails. and that scene is RIGHT before he throws the football really badly. and how THAT is followed by Mulcahy getting tackled by a bunch of other soldiers, so it's just a writhing mass of olive drab, men's bodies against men's bodies against men's bodies.
Perhaps it wasn't just to wrap up the scene, but also used just very very subtly reinforce that in some ways, Hawkeye is less of the Red Blooded American Icon of Masculinity than this Gay Soldier, who is begging to be sent back to the front lines to serve his country, despite being assaulted by his own unit—and then. maybe. Maybe the American Ideal Of Masculinity, commonly tied to football, to being in the military, etc, is itself...a little...Hm. You Know. Like when Radar opens the door to the shower while Hawk + Trap are in there, and a crowd outside starts clapping. I think that transexual bisexual impulse is getting the best of me maybe. anyway.
ANYWAY i hope this ask was enjoyable for you you and i thank you for reading it! Your analytical posts about MASH always give me a lot to think about and I find myself wanting to return some of that enjoyment back to you! "
postscript: thank u so much for posting ur thoughts despite the tumblr mayhem, i am eating them!!! slurping them up like a carton of noodles. packaging the rest in a little tupperware to save for later!!
ah thank you for re-submitting it! i couldn't remembering enough of it to summarize your points and do them justice.
... very very subtly reinforce that in some ways, Hawkeye is less of the Red Blooded American Icon of Masculinity than this Gay Soldier, who is begging to be sent back to the front lines to serve his country, despite being assaulted by his own unit—and then. maybe. Maybe the American Ideal Of Masculinity, commonly tied to football, to being in the military, etc, is itself...a little...Hm. You Know
I do think this is what is textually happening in several episodes of MASH, including in George. @marley-manson articulated it very well in a post that i am unable to locate at this time, where she stated that Hawkeye's "hmm" moments are about gender expression. moments that hold him up as something other than "Red Blooded American Icon of Masculinity."
there's lots of examples of this from early MASH but my favourite is this one from Yankee Doodle Doctor. runner up: Frank at some point @ HawkTrap "you-! you... guys!" HawkTrap: "we are notttt~"
totally valid to see that as lending itself well to a trans Hawkeye headcanon (although Trapper is the one following when they dance, not Hawkeye - and big lug that he is, Trapper also manages to subvert trad masculinity in his own masc way... ), but I really like it as is too - there's more than one way to be a man. you don't have to buy what traditional masculinity is selling you. you can be a lover, rather than a fighter.
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bloomvalyria · 2 years ago
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for the fanfic writer tag:
💖 what made you start writing
🧠headcanons for roxy or the wizards of the black circle
🤲snippet of a future wip?
💖 What made you start writing?
Honestly I don’t know. I just remember finding the archive on FFN and was astounded that fics even existed. And I thought it was super cool, so I thought I’d try my hand at it. I really enjoyed it when I wrote my first fic, but it never saw the light of day (and it never should).
🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.
Roxy — She and Bloom hang out on the regular, getting drunk and watching old DCOM movies. They belt the songs out together, and they know all the choreography to the High School Musical movies.
The Wizards of the Black Circle — Despite them being the first enemy of the Winx to not be directly tied to the Ancestral Witches, I believe they were active participants when called on. Their relationship was more of an exchange of services, where they’d do something for Ancestral Witches in order to receive information about the Earth Fairies.
🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?
*sigh* …. Fine.
“Can I ask what she said about me?”
“She?”
“Icy.”
“Perhaps,” he said. “Only if I may ask why you’re in my bed chamber pilfering my personal library.”
I bristled. For a moment, I contemplated confronting him on the fact that the bedchamber didn’t actually belong to him. “Depends on if I get to ask mine first.”
His lips twitched up with amusement. “I suppose I can be generous,” he said. “This time.”
I rolled my eyes, but surprisingly wasn’t annoyed by his arrogance.
“What little information she did provide wasn’t very useful, I’ll admit. She was rather vocal about her exceptionally spiteful opinion of you, but did offer … interesting details about your previous battles.”
My hand froze. I fought to steel my composure, knowing his eyes were on me, waiting for my reaction. Waiting for anything he could use.
It was bound to happen. I imagined Icy regaling him with a grand, boastful retelling of events. Ensuring she didn’t miss a single detail of the hellish misery I’d suffered. How easily fooled I’d been by the fake Avalon, seduced by his empty promises and false hopes. Or how powerless and pathetic I’d been in Shadow Haunt, begging for death, strapped to that godforsaken altar.
“Well, you know Icy,” I said, voice tight. “She’s always loved to hear herself talk.”
He chuckled under his breath and something about it lightened the weight in my chest. “Indeed, she does. And talk she did.”
Nausea rose in the pit of my stomach. The onslaught of criticism was on the horizon, taunting me. Any moment and he’d be berating me for falling for such a blatant farce. Asking if that’s really all it took to sway me —pretty words and a pretty face. Remarking on how a power as almighty as the Dragon Fire could be wasted on someone who couldn’t even wield it to protect herself from a measly cloud spirit.
“However, I don’t care for Icy’s perspective on what occurred in Shadow Haunt,” Baltor said. “I’d prefer to hear yours.”
Suspicion clouded my fear, making me pause. Several seconds passed, like he was expecting a genuine response instead of an excuse to pounce. “Why?”
“As I said on Solaria, histories are often skewed in favor of the victors. Therefore, I’d appreciate your viewpoint. From one loser to another.”
Looking over at him, I caught the smug smirk tugging at his lips. My darkness unfurled its claws, refusing to be insulted. “That’s where you and I differ,” I drawled, seething. “I didn’t lose.”
He leaned forward, and in the candlelight, his eyes glowed a menacing silver. “Didn’t you?”
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poostain123 · 2 years ago
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You Are Perfect
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It was a beautiful day New York city, you felt like shit though. You had just had a tasty brunch with your mother, who you had not spoke to in awhile. You were now walking alone, back to your apartment, which you shared with your boyfriend, feeling as self-conscious about your body as you felt in high school. The main reason you hadn't spoke to your mother in awhile was because she always feels the need to make comments about your body, negative comments to be precise. Today, she decided to let you know that you have gained weight since high school, that's right high school, you were now 26. Was she really expecting you to stay the same weight 8 years later? I guess so. They say walks are good for your mental health, but the walk from the place you ate brunch to your apartment was causing you to overthink. She could really make you feel like an elephant, couldn't she? Eventually, you had returned back to your apartment, you kinda hoped Adam wasn't home, you wanted to be alone and drown yourself in self pity. You unlocked the door and heard Adam's voice talking to who you assumed was his good friend Mike. You sighed, realizing you would have to fake a smile, you did not want to annoy Adam with your insignificant problems. As you entered you you saw Adam and Mike in the kitchen talking, laughing, Mike looked as though he was about to leave as his shoes were on. "Hey babe how was brunch with your Mom?" Adam walked up to you smiling, pulling you into a bear hug. "It went fine.." you lied, hugging him back. "Was sup Y/n, I was just about to leave" Mike smiled at you, you and him were close, you had know each other since you've know Adam, which was since middle school. "Hey Mike, I've been good, how about yourself?" you smiled back. "life has been pretty good to me" he sighed " Oh I forgot I told Horowitz I would meet him at the park for basketball, don't wanna be late, that would piss him off" he added. "Well, see ya" you said as he walked to the door. "Bye guys!" Mike said, turning around to wave before closing the door behind him. You turned to Adam with a forced smile “So what did you guys do?” You asked, genuinely curious. “We just chilled, watched some MTV, not much.” He said nonchalantly, you nodded at his answer. “Anyways hows your mom" he asked curiously. "Shes doing good'' you answered with a smile. Yeah, purposely making her daughter feel uncomfortable in her own skin put her in a pretty terrific mood for some reason. "Are you okay? you seem worked up." His tone was laced with sincerity as he put his hands on kitchen island that you were standing across from. ''yeah, I'm fine?" you lied. Oh god were you really that bad at faking it. If only you were as good as faking your emotions as you were at faking orgasms with any of your college boyfriends. "If you say so" Adam shrugged, not convinced. "So what do you wanna do, its only 1:15, we have all day" he added, emphasizing the "all" in "all day". You really didn't have the mind-set to go anywhere other that the couch or bed, "honestly I just want to lay on the couch and watch movies with you all day...hows that sound to you?" you asked, giving him a look he couldn't say no to. ''That sounds delightful" he said smiling at you. You guys made your way to the couch, Adam turning on the TV, you grabbing the remote control. "So, what should we watch, we got Ground Hog Day, Tommy Boy, and Ms. Doubtfire all recorded" you suggested, looking from television back to Adam. "Hear me out, we watch all of these today, make it a proper movie marathon" Adam looked at you with a goofy grin. "you already know the answer babe" You replied with an equally as goofy grin. Adam laid on his back and invited you to lay down on his chest, which you of course did in a heartbeat. You sighed on his chest facing the TV as Tommy Boy started, you were content until you mind started reeling over what your mother had said earlier, just when you thought you were over it, it started to bug you again.
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You and Adam had just finished watching Ms. Doubtfire, what a great movie? "Robin Williams is the best" Adam sighed. " I 100% agree" you said smiling. "I am starving, what do you want for dinner" Adam asked, placing a hand on his stomach to illustrate how hungry he was. You realized how hungry you were, but you as you were watching the movies you started to think your mom was right, you should lose some weight. You should skip on dinner you thought. "I am not hungry, you can go make something for yourself though" you said, not looking Adam in the eyes. You could feel him giving you a puzzled look. "Are you sure? You haven't eaten anything since brunch. Do you feel okay?" He said in a worrisome tone. It was kinda sweet, the way he worried about you much, you thought to yourself. "uh...yeah... I am just not hungry" you said in a voice you felt was pretty convincing. "Well, what if I made my famous pesto pasta?'' Adam said with a wiggle in his eye brows and a smirk placed on his lips. "No, I am really okay, but thanks" you said. Oh boy that was difficult, you thought, his pesto was the best, like if you were on death-row, it would be your last meal, that's for sure. "damn woman, you must of had a big ass brunch." Adam chuckled, getting up from the couch, heading to the kitchen to make himself dinner. You felt a wave of relief wash over you when he headed to the kitchen, dropping the subject.
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Adam had been making himself dinner for about 20 minutes now, and holly hell did it smell incredible, you were starving at this point, and smells of savory pesto coming from the kitchen was not helping. You had been watching him from the couch while self-loathing. Adam had just finished fixing his plate, and was now walking back over to the couch with a innocent slime plastered across his face. "There is more over there if you get hungry" he said kindly. "Thanks" you replied with a tight liped smile. "My Girl? we still have yet to watch that movie today" Adam suggested, enjoying his pesto. "Sure" you sighed. You grabbed the remote and got it started.
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That movie always managed to make you cry, you thought to yourself as you wiped away stray tears from you cheeks. Adam looked at you smiling with, of course, tear stained cheeks, you looked back and you both chuckled at the movie that made you both ball like babies. "Every time" he said shaking his head, still chuckling. You smiled in return. Just then, you felt your stomach growl at you for not giving it food. Luckily, Adam didn't seem notice as he was busy stretching his arms behind his head and topping it of with a big yawn. "I'm beat, ready for bed?" he asked, looking rather sleepy. "yep'' you said nodding, although you weren't sure how you were gonna fall asleep on this empty stomach.
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Adam was in bed, reading a book, in his boxers, while you were in the bathroom washing your face. Once you were done in the bathroom, you walked to your dresser to grab some pajamas. Normally, you would just change in front of Adam, but with your Mothers comments from earlier, you thought it was best to change in he bathroom. As you changed in the bathroom you studied your reflection. You studied your flaw filled naked body, your not so flat stomach, your not so big breast, and your not so smooth ass. You sighed, just then you realized that you were crying. You quickly collected yourself and put your pajamas, before you opened the door you took one big breath to calm your self. You dragged your feet to bed and crawled under the cover. Adam closed his book and turned off his lamp on his bed side table and said "night, love you". You didn't reply, as you didn't hear him because your brain was spiraling, Jesus you were hungry. Adam playfully kicked your legs as loudly whispered "you have to say it back". You were brought out of your thoughts by his words "oh...night, love you" you said in a dazed voice. You heard Adam move around then you saw that he had turned back on his lamp. " Okay whats up with you today? First you are weird after brunch with your mom, then you don't eat dinner, and don't think I didn't notice you changing into you pajamas in the bathroom when you always change right there, in front of me" Adam exclaimed, pointing to the spot that you normally change. You debated on just making something up, saying you are on you period of something, but decided against it. You sat up, sighing, you couldn't hold it in anymore. "So... my Mom, at brunch, made some negative comments about my body. She did in high school and it really fucked with my head, and when she said what she said today, all thoughts thoughts came back like they had never left. I thought it would be best to skip on dinner, because... well you get it, and I didn't feel comfortable to change in front of you tonight for obvious reasons." you sighed, you realized you had rambled a bit towards the end of your confession. Adam took a moment to process, but when he had digested information, he pulled to into his chest. "Thanks for telling me, I am so, so, sorry for whatever your Mom said to you. I want you to know you are the most beautiful women inside and out, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart." Adam said in a loving tone, pulling your chin towards his face, whipping your tears away, then placing a soft kiss on your lips. "How about some pesto?" said Adam with a silly smile. "Yes please" you replied, feeling the best you have felt all day.
-the end
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dragpinkman · 2 years ago
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opinion on blended movie . i have seen this movie way too many times against my will
because of this ask i started watching it for the first time so you're getting a fresh review 👍 im just going to add to this as i watch.
⚠️ LONG POST (sorry)
first 5 min its eh not too bad, honestly i watched one of the worst adam sandler movies ever last night so everything seems fine its like eating cheap canned soup after only eating rotten food for a day. i like drew barrymore generally so im some what optimistic for her character.
i spoke too soon, it is not improving. this plot is extremely predictable i can tell its enemies to lovers very fanfic troupe whatever everything doesn't have to be groundbreaking cinema but it feels lazy. it has quite a few good actors so thats a plus?
my least favorite bit so far is the 12 (?) year old boy with a crush on the babysitter. i know thats normal it happens but the whole way of addressing it is unfunny jerking off humor yk. also not a continuing thing but i thought the period jokes were strange bc they're just inaccurate, its strange to me that two actresses were backing up that tampon size correlates to pussy size and that when your older you stretch out, its literally that frank iero meme the what pussy size are you- i didnt know people actually believed that lol. also another thing thats very typical for these type of movies were the lesbian jokes about the main character and her friend, it felt like it was going on too long. the joke seems like a one off comment adams character would make not a 3 minute convo yk. i personally didnt find it offensive but it was just long and unfunny, to be fair last night i watched the most stereotype of a movie besides zohan so far.
ooo terry cruz hes in this one as well. i like him too so again i hope his character turns out ok. nothing really to say about them going to africa, very predictable and you immediately find out what happened no suspense. the boy jokes about his daughters are a bit strange, short hair on women is not uncommon in south africa? in 2015 which i assume is around when the movie takes place it wasnt a wild concept, a ton of south african women have short hair and every other hair length. i dont get it. anyways.
ok some american guy made the joke too. i think all these people are stupid, bella thorne just dresses casual and has short hair.
can you tell i forgot everyones names, this is not very memorable.
ew ew i hate the teen boy sorry. hes so eugh. putting on a fake accent and finding his mom hot, bro get help. atleast the people around him are calling him out on it but. 😐
NOOO THEY'RE GOING TO GIVE HER A "GIRL" MAKEOVER DAMN IT WHY. she likes it more thats fine but i hate when this always happens in movies I wish for once they'd do an opposite makeover where they go from feminine to masculine. she really just said "the boys at school think im a lesbian but not the hot kind". why does this movie have so many lesbian and "she looks like a man" jokes.
i cant believe im only halfway done. im really wondering the conflict of this movie, or does nothing happen?
her makeover is fine im glad she likes it but i still dont appreciate the casual clothes short hair slander smh. and why is adam sandlers character so mad like shes 15 bro let her figure herself out.
i feel like drew is doing a lot of motherly stuff and really getting close with the girls but adam did like one thing with one son so far.
the scenes with not a lot of talking and them just doing stuff isn't too bad, it kinda feels like a vacation ad ha.
ok hes doing a bit more now. the oldest boy is still so annoying sorry. its almost over right.
drew barrymore looks so pretty in that dress, and terry cruz has a nice singing voice. wow i think we aren't getting conflict. huh. where are they going to pull out an argument for this. wish i was stargazing rn.
ok i hit it i think, the conflict is just that he isn't ready to move past his dead wife? why cant they just wait. oh hi shaq.
ew wait no i hit the conflict, so her ex husband is insecure and lying. cool. sad adam leaving the house music. im cringing at her ex flirting with her blegh. can they just figure this out already he lied adam likes you get together the end.
slay adam and his kids showed up for the ball game. are they going to get past the misunderstanding yet. this part of the movie isn't too bad it could be the joy of only 7 minutes left.
why did the kids just call each others parents hot. ok.
yipee its the end thank you terry.
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well its not the worst movie ive seen, but its not one i would rewatch either, it feels very early 2000s so im suprised it was made so recently. i would say overall its a 5/10 on the sandler scale, nowhere near as bad as zohan or ridiculous 6 but not as good as say bedtime story*.
*i wouldn't give that one a perfect rating or even an 8 but it falls on the better side of the scale rather than the negative
ok im done writing i wonder if this will be read to the end. hi if you are still reading 👋
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dopelavender · 3 years ago
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Farrah Fawcett Spray
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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Summary: Your boyfriend Steve gets mad at you after you reveal his secret
Warnings: Some pretty angsty angst but followed by fluffy fluff and a little bit of smutty smut ;) (more to follow)
A/N: Let's just pretend Nancy has a pool in her backyard for the sake of the fic. Also this is my first Steve x reader! Let me know if you enjoyed it and if you want some more!
FEEL FREE TO SEND REQUESTS!! <3
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“Take a left here! Here!” you yell, as your boyfriend misses yet another turn. You were on your way to Nancy’s party, which had stared about two hours ago. It was quite unusual for her to throw a party, but you guys (especially Steve)decided it would be a great opportunity seeing as her parents where out of town and you all needed to unwind a bit with all the crazy shit going on in your lives.
“Honestly Steve, my grandma has better reflexes than you” Robin jokes, leaning over from the back seat to make fun of him. Her laugh stops when she sees the look Steve is giving her and she falls back in her seat with a thud, picking at her chipped nail polish.  
“Would you stop yelling at me like that, Y/n?! I can’t concentrate when you yell…” Steve whines, looking as innocent as a newborn babe.
“I’m not yelling at you, I’m just yelling near you!” you try to defend yourself, waving your arms around, pointing out the space between you. He looks over with his eyebrows raised and scoffs.
You take a deep breath in, and let it out, feeling a bit guilty for raising your voice at him.  Leaning your head back on the car seat, you look over at Steve who’s watching the road with a grumpy face “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just that we’re already so late. I feel bad for keeping Nancy waiting”.
“Well, we’re not the only people she invited, so it’s fine. Besides, we would have already been there long ago if you hadn’t taken a century to get ready. Honestly, what do you do in that bathroom?”.
Your head snaps back up as you hear the words leaving his mouth. You couldn’t believe your ears. “Excuse me ?! You’re complaining about how long I take to get ready, Mr. Farrah Fawcett spray? ”.
He gasps dramatically “Hey! I told you that in confidentiality!” he points his finger at you accusingly, as if you had revealed his deepest darkest secret (which , according to him, you kind of did).
Robin pops her head between the two of you, looking as happy as a kid on Christmas day “Oh my god, you use Farrah Fawcett spray on your hair?” she laughs out loud, her cheeks hurting from the smile she couldn’t seem to lose after hearing such interesting information about Steve “The Hair” Harrington.
“I can’t believe you just did that” Steve mumbles, placing a hand on his heart as a sign of the betrayal he experienced “I can never trust you again….".
“Oh, pleeeaasee. Would you stop being such a drama queen?” you say, annoyed by his theatrical reactions that usually make you laugh.
“What? I am not a drama queen. No way” he defends, clearly offended by your remark.
“You so are” you stand by your point.
“Am not!” he barks back.
Robin takes her head in her hands “Okay you guys, this could go on for a while. Can’t you just like, call it even? I bet Steve has shared some unsavoury things about you ,Y/n. Right, Steve?” she nudges his shoulder with her hand.
“No way. You see, I would never do such a horrible thing” he states, looking over at you with a superior look in his eyes.
“Oh really?” you ask, leaning a bit closer to him.
“Yeah!” he says without hesitation.
“All right. Let’s recall, shall we? 7th grade, school playground, all our classmates present. Dear Steve here thought it would be a good idea to fill everybody in on the fact that I still sleep with my teddy!” you fall back in your seat and cross your hands over your chest.
“You really did that, Steve?” Robin asks, looking at him disapprovingly “Not cool, man, not cool at all” she shakes her head but a smile finds its way to her face “But you see? You both have big mouths. So how about you shake hands and we call it a day so we can go and get absolutely blasted at Nancy’s party?” Robin looks hopefully between the two of you with a smile that makes you appreciate her positivity.
She really cared for the both of you, you were her best friends. And all this bickering (you couldn’t call it a real fight, it was just a stupid argument)  surely made her uncomfortable . You suddenly feel really bad for the position you put Robin in. This was all so silly.  You turn around in your seat and take her hand, giving her a heartfelt smile. Looking back at Steve, you decide to put an end to this.
“I guess you’re right. Steve, I – “ just as you were about to apologise to your boyfriend for yelling at him and for sharing his super secret, extremely private hair routine, he interrupts you, raising a hand to get his point across.
“That is so not the same thing! What happened on the playground was an accident. Unlike what you just did, Y/n. That was personal!” He looks over at you, and you can actually see hurt in his brown puppy-dog eyes. Was he truly this affected by what you said?
“Steve” you reach for him, placing your hand over his on the gear stick but he avoids your touch, stopping the car. You had finally arrived at Nancy’s.  He gets out of the car and you and Robin follow. He’s a few steps ahead of you so you run a bit to catch up to him. You look up at him and he's staring ahead, unusually serious, as you walk up to the front door. The vibe between you is off and you hate it. You hate when you get in these stupid arguments over virtually nothing. It’s just such a shame. All you want is for him to hold your hand, brush your hair from your face and kiss your lips that were thirsty to be touched by his. But he doesn’t do any of this. Instead, when you get inside the house he leaves you and Robin in the living room, mumbling something about going to get a drink and finding you after.
The house was crowded with people, your nerves spiking up as you scan the room looking for your friends. You spot Nancy and Jonathan in the backyard, both with a drink in their hand and laughing at a boy who was seductively dancing in front of some cheerleaders to Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing”. The cheerleaders where not impressed.
You walk over to them and Nancy greets you both very cheerily, albeit a bit annoyed at your late arrival “Y/n! Robin! What took you guys so long?” her big eyes were scolding you. Jonathan just gives you a shy wave and takes a sip from his red solo cup.
“Long story” says Robin with an awkward smile. “I’m sure he’ll come around. You know how sensitive Steve is” she gives you a sympathetic look and comforts you, hooking her arm around yours. You give her a gentle squeeze, thankful for the support she is providing.
“What? What happened? Where’s Steve?” Nancy looks at you concerned “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine. We just had a stupid fight, that’s all” you reassure “Actually, I’m gonna go look for him, if you guys don’t mind. I can’t stand it when he’s mad at me, it gives me horrible anxiety” You put a hand over your belly, the agitation building a knot in the pit of your stomach.
“Of course not! Go ahead, I totally get it” Nancy says, looking over at Jonathan and interlacing their fingers. He watches her with a loving look in his eyes and brings their hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of Nancy's hand.
“We’ll be waiting for you in the pool” Robin adds with a grin as she starts taking her clothes off and demands for Nancy and Jonathan to do the same.
You laugh at Robin, glad to see her so comfortable in your friend group, seeing that she hasn't been hanging out with you for very long. But in the time she has, she managed to win everybody's hearts over with her authentic and fun nature. Now, it was hard to imagine what your life would be like without her presence in it.
Slowly making your way through the crowd, your eyes dart around the place hoping to spot that familiar face you knew so well. That sweet and handsome face. How could you be so stupid as to make that face sad? You supress a groan of frustration that threatens to leave your mouth as you think about your fight. Even though it didn’t seem like a big deal to you, it was a big deal to him. And you didn’t want to invalidate his feelings. That just isn’t something you do. You want to hold him and tell him how sorry you are for breaking his trust and hurting him.
Your anxiety starts to worsen as you search almost all of the downstairs area and Steve is nowhere to be found. All the sweaty and hot bodies swarming around you, the loud music pumping in your ears and the heavy smell of alcohol in the air didn’t help to ease your nerves one bit, it just made everything worse. “God, I fucking hate parties” you think to yourself. You usually come just because Steve likes them, and wherever Steve goes, you go. You loved the way people magnate towards him, the way he’s always the centre of attention and the way he thrives in it. But what you love most is that even in a room full of interesting and beautiful people, he’s always looking at you, always touching you in some small or big way, just to show you that his attention remains on you, that you are the most important thing to him. Your heart aches as you think of this and your breathing starts to get heavy when you still can’t see him anywhere.
When you get to kitchen you can finally breathe again. There he was, leaning on his hands against the kitchen counter, his back turned to you. You silently make your way through the empty kitchen to where he is standing. Putting your hands against his back, you slowly rub it and lean your head against him. He jumps a bit, scared by the unexpected feeling, but immediately relaxes against your touch when he realises it’s you.
“Hey” you say shyly, now drawing little patterns with the tip of your index finger against his shirt.
“Hey, big mouth” he jokes. You’re not sure if he’s still mad or not, but the joke relaxes you a little.
" 'm sorry” you mumble into his back, snaking your arms around his middle and hugging him from behind “I really didn’t think about what I was saying, I just said it. I didn’t mean to hurt you or embarrass you in front of Robin. It was stupid. I’m really sorry. I love you” you hug him tighter, standing on the tip of your toes to leave kisses along his neck. You were craving his warmth against you to help calm your anxiety.
He turns around, your palms now resting on his chest as his hands find their place comfortably around your waist.
"I love you too, baby. It's alright." He looked into your eyes, worried as he saw the anxiety written on your face.
“Hey, are you alright?” he cups your face, thumb gingerly stroking your cheek.
“I-I just could find you so I got scared and you know how I hate it when we fight, it just completely wrecks me” You ramble and grip his shirt tightly, pulling him to you, needing to feel him closer.
With his hands still cupping your face, he kisses your left cheek, then your right one, then your nose, finally just kissing every inch of your face, making you giggle “Let’s not fight anymore, then. I'm sorry too” he breathes against your mouth, his lips just brushing against yours.  
As needy as ever, you pull him by his shirt, locking your lips into a deep kiss. He grabs your hips, kneading the skin through the fabric of your shorts. Your hands travel up to his head, running your fingers through his hair. Oh, that hair. You gently pull at his roots and he bites your bottom lip in response, getting a moan to escape your lips. You pull away from him and he groans. He leans his forehead against yours and looks at your red and kiss swollen lips, dragging his thumb against your bottom lip. “God, you’re so beautiful” Steve whispers, just for you to hear.
You smile up at him "Thank you, pretty boy".
As much as you're enjoying being alone with him, you remember your friends, cooling off in the swimming pool “The others are waiting for us in the pool. You feel like taking a little night swim with me?” Your hands rub his toned biceps, make their way up to his neck, and then back down to his arms again.
“Umm, yeah” he laughs, instantly pulling you after him, darting through the house and making people jump out of his way to let you pass. All the agglomeration and the noise of the party seemd to fade away. The only thing that mattered right now was Steve's hand, firmly gripping yours, leading you after him, and his pretty face, turning around now and then to smile at you.
Out in the backyard, Nancy and Jonathan were in the pool, childishly playing with one another while Robin was laying on a rainbow coloured :), inflatable water mattress with a drink in her hand, humming to the chorus of “Bette Davis Eyes” which was blasting through the speaker.
You start stripping down, removing your shoes and then your shirt, fixing your swimsuit top, only to find Steve watching you intensely. “Oh my god, you perv!” you laugh and throw one of your Converse at him.
“Woah!” he shouts and ducks out of the way just as your shoe flies by his head “What’s the big deal? I’ve seen you naked before, y’know” he unbuttons his shirt and smirks at you. You can’t help but stare at his bear chest and toned abdomen. He’s just too damn hot, and he knows it. Unfortunately for you, he caught you checking him out “Now who’s the perv?” he teases as he takes off his pants.
Once you’re both just in your bathing suits, you grab his hand, leading him to the lit up pool.  Robin waves you over to her “C’mon you guys! This is sooo nice” she says and takes a big sip from her drink, smiling to herself.
“How’s the wat-“ you manage to get out before Steve pushes you into the swimming pool. The water is cold on impact and you swim back up, emerging to the top and wiping your face with your hands. “Steve! You are so dead” All that time spent in the bathroom getting ready for the party seems to have been in vain.
You look up at Steve who is grinning down at you and see him take a few steps back before yelling “Cannonball” and jumping in the pool just right next to you. Water splashes everywhere and the waves created by his jump make Robin almost fall off her water mattress.
He comes up from under the water and runs a hand through his hair, which manages to look perfect even when soaking wet.
"Jesus, Steve. What are you, 6 years old?" Jonathan laughs.
"We're all children at heart" Steve preaches.
“Watch out, you asshole!” Robin yells at him “It took me 15 minutes to make this Sex on the Beach!” she points to her tall glass with a swirly straw and a sugar rim topped off with a lemon slice and takes an aggressive sip from it, shooting daggers at your boyfriend.
You take advantage of the opportunity, and push Steve’s head under the water when he wasn’t looking. You pull him back up and he spits out some water, pretending to be pissed “Your ass is grass, L/n”
You squeal as he takes you by your waist and effortlessly pulls you out of the water and then throws you back in. He keeps doing it until you can’t breathe anymore from all the laughing.
“Alright, alright. You win” You say through giggles, putting your hands up in defeat. “You win” you say again, this time more silently, lowering your hands and placing them on his neck.
You were both breathing heavy as he leans down, teasing your lips with his “Give up so easily, baby?” he kisses you and smiles against your lips.
“Mm-hmm” you murmur between kisses “You’re just too good, Harrington. I don’t stand a chance”.
Wrapping your legs around him, you deepen the kiss, your hands running through his hair again. His intoxicating scent making you woozy. Steve grabs your ass and gives it a squeeze under the water. He pulls you closer to him, your crotch rubbing against his. Thankfully, your moans were stifled by the heated kiss. Right now, you start to wish you weren’t in a pool, surrounded by people, but alone in his bedroom, so he could to you what he knew you wanted him so badly to do.
You hear someone clearing their throat behind you and you stop the make out session, turning around to see Robin awkwardly paddling to you with one hand, Sex on the Beach still firmly positioned in her other hand.
“Heeey, sorry to interrupt. Just a quick question” She leans down to whisper, so that only you 3 could hear “So is it just, like, one puff of the Farrah Fawcett spray…or do you, like, drench your hair in it?" She leans her head to the side, gesturing around her head with her free hand.   
Steve is completely gob-smacked as he looks at Robin, who is sucking on her swirly straw, patiently awaiting her answer. He sighs, runs a hand over his face and whispers back “ I’m only going to say this once, so listen close. Fabergé Organics. Use the shampoo and conditioner, and when your hair is damp – it’s not wet, okay? – when it’s damp…you do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray”.
“Wow that’s great man, thanks a lot! You can go back to your - what you were - you - okay bye” Robin paddles away in triumph, leaving you laughing at their exchange.
“What are you laughing at?” Steve says, looking down at you “This is all your fault, y’know” he says under his breath, leaning in to kiss you again and again and again...
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an-evergreen-rose · 2 years ago
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When Worlds Collide Part 3
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Kate Bishop x Female Spiderwoman reader (basically has Miles powers; invisibility, electric webs)
Summary: Pancakes with Kate
Warnings: Some swearing
A/N: Thanks for all the support, you guys keep me motivated :) I know these chapters are kinda small but honestly, it's just less daunting that way and it makes it easier to write, I hope you don't mind. Also, I made a playlist WWC
PART ONE | PART TWO | PART FOUR
You woke up earlier than you would have liked, the noise coming from the street below seeped its way through the apartment windows and the binding lights crept through the gaps of the blinds. Opening your eyes, you adjusted quickly to the unfamiliar bedroom.
Part of you thought that maybe last night was all a dream, but as you looked down at Kate’s hoodie, you remembered that the raven-haired girl was very much real. Your cheeks heated up at the thought of wearing her clothes.
Stepping into the bathroom, you brushed your teeth with the spare toothbrush Kate had left out for you, which happened to be a more pastel shade of purple compared to hers. God, this woman and the colour purple.  
You saw that she had left your now cleaned suit, folded neatly on the sink countertop, your underwear hidden underneath. Once again, a small blush invaded your cheeks. You put your web shooters on your wrists, feeling much more comfortable with them on than off, and decided you would change into your suit later. 
Kate woke up earlier than you had, finding the couch much more uncomfortable than she remembered, but glad she didn't let you sleep on it still. She decided to get some small jobs done before you woke up, one of them was to ring Clint to let him know she was stopping by the compound with you.
“Kate, it's 6:30 in the morning, why are you even up?” Clint grumbled down the phone. It wasnt the fact that she had woken him up, Clint - much like Natasha - was an avid fan of waking up at 5 in the morning to train before everyone else. He liked the mornings for himself because everyone else was asleep so no one would bother him. Until his little protege called.
“Goodmorning to you too,” Kate chuckled, “I have something to tell you.”
Kate could hear the man sigh slightly on the phone, she knew not to take it personally. “What?”
“So basically, last night I was out on patrol–”
“-- I thought we agreed that you wouldn't go out by yourself anymore, Kate.”
“Yeah, we did… but I decided not to listen,” Kate replied sheepishly, “Anyways, that's not the point. When I was out last night, this girl basically fell out of the sky from this weird portal thing. Like it had all these bright colours and everything. And basically, she’s like Spiderman, but she’s definitely not a man and she's from another universe. She didn’t even know who you guys were, she thought the avengers were a band. Isn’t that weird? I feel like Natasha would be pretty good on Bass guitar, what do you think?”
“Sure.”
“Clint, I feel like you’re not that impressed by anything I just said,” Kate said, annoyed that he wasn’t interested in you. Who the hell wouldn’t be interested in you? 
“Why don’t you just bring her to the compound? We can figure out what to do from then, ok?”
“Fine, you are really no fun today are you?” Kate teased, hearing the avenger grumble something inaudible before disconnecting the call. “Old man…”
After finishing a couple of other jobs, including the laundry which left her a little flustered, to say the least, she decided to make you guys some pancakes, gald she took Yelena’s advice and got more than one fork for her apartment. 
She saw you walking into the kitchen before she heard you, thinking to herself that you were very light on your feet, much like Yelena and Natasha. “Hey, you sleep okay?” Kate asked, smiling at your tied eyes. She thought you were very cute in the mornings. 
“Yeah, thank you again for letting me stay,” You replied, your voice tired but sincere.
Kate looked up from the pan, “Of course,” She smiled, finding your heavy eyes hard to look away from. “I hope you like pancakes?”
“Who doesn’t?”
Kate chuckled a little at your response, “Good point.”
When both your plates were full, you took a seat at the kitchen table, eyebrows raised at the way Kate drowned her pancakes in syrup. “You want some?” She asked, receiving a small nod from you. When she handed the bottle over, your fingers brushed gently with hers, sending a small amount of electricity running through your arm at the feeling. Literally.
“Ouch, static shock,” Kate laughed it off, waving her hand in the air slightly to get rid of the burn.
“I’m sorry, that was my fault.” Kate looked at you with a puzzled expression, you found it quite adorable how expressive her face could be. “Another one of my powers, I can conduct electricity, I call it my venom” You explained, raising your fist from the table to show the orange electricity consuming it.
“Wow,” Kate said, muffled by the pancake in her mouth.
“Yeah, pretty cool, I guess.”
Kate quickly swallowed her food, “Pretty cool? You can climb walls, shoot webs, turn invisible, and create electricity. You’re amazing! Like, the amazing-spider girl! Holy shit.”
You couldn’t help your cheeks heating up at the praise Kate was giving you, “Thank you, Kate.”
“I can’t wait to show you off to the others, you’re way cooler than our spiderman,” She laughed, and the redness on your cheeks stayed strong at the thought of her showing you off. Like you were hers to claim.
“Well, I hope I don’t disappoint.”
“Trust me, they’re gonna love you.”
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calehenituse-brainrot · 3 years ago
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Hi! I’ve recently joined the TCF fandom (about a month ago, and I’m currently reading the novel hehe) and I guess you could say that I’m a really huge simp for Cale SO ITS A BLESSING THAT I CAME ACROSS YOUR ACCOUNT THANK YOU SO MUCH I REALLY LOVE YOUR WRITING!!
I was wondering if it’s alright to request? Could you write on what would it be like if Cale is jealous bc reader isnt giving him any attention or smth?im curious on how youd interpret him if he does get jelly like is he possessive of reader or just petty to others or to reader? Or a mix of both?
It’s really alright if you won’t accept this request, have a good daayyy!!
HELLOOO BABEYYY im about to go to sleep so let's talk about this for my late night scenarios
I hope it's okay for me to just write about what I think instead of a drabble🥲 also my first time working with bullet points yikes
there's a spoiler in here so please pay attention to the red letters! im putting a warning inside so u can skip the spoilers.
SO LETS TALK ABOUT JEALOUS CALE
i've had this rant before in my voice memos but i'll share my thoughts with the world
my man Cale is such a chill person so i think it's a bit hard(?) for him to get jealous
not that he doesnt care, he just trusts his significant other
i usually associate jealousy with insecurity so im pretty sure he's gonna be fineee
he's really confident with his looks and wealth and isnt the slightest bit insecure
(honestly? remembering the life he led before this one, im pretty sure he's grateful of what he has now)
hes also pretty sure you're not as close to other people than him
(let's be honest here, if you manage to steal this guy's heart, chances are you're spending nearly a 100% of your time with him and sharing the most deepest and vulnerable parts of your life with him)
he might not be all jealous but i have a feeling that he's territorial (im using the term as loosely as possible)
it's important for other people to know that you're a part of his family and know that they shouldn't bother you with nonsense
this would actually result in you walking around with a certain item that basically screams CALE HENITUSE'S PEOPLE, PROCEED WITH CAUTION
possessive? i dont think he's one to get possessive.
UHMM SPOILER ALERT FOR LATER CHAPTERS OF THE NOVEL
i forgot in what chapter but when the half-blood dragon mentioned about raon being "cale's dragon", cale immediately shuts him down
"Why is he my dragon? He is Raon Miru. Just Raon." or smth along those lines.
that really made me believe that Cale isn't the type to get possessive with people
OKAY END OF SPOILER, CONTINUE READING
Cale has always been someone who preaches about "being alive is the best" so if he were to be possessive, it would just be really,,, out of character ig💀
let's not talk about the priest smut i got in here
he had always talk about how people (especially his kids) are allowed to do whatever they want so yeah, him being possessive doesnt really fit him imo
(okay whee this got kinda long)
REGARDING IF HIS S/O ISNT PAYING ATTENTION TO HIM THOUGH??
everyone stand back, I have HCs about needy!Cale
the most annoying motherfucker on earth istg
you're just trying to look over reports
and hes staring at you with a frown on his face bcs??
this is snack time, [name]. SNACK TIME
why are you working???
why are you not enjoying your break with HIM?
do you know that tendency cats have when they see glass on the table?
where they just swoop on the fucking thing while staring at you dead in the eye as the sound of breaking glass fills the room?
he does that but with more consideration
basically he WILL make you stop working
he'll start with asking you questions and you'll answer him without looking up
"how was your day?"
"mhm, it was fine"
okay thats a bit...
cale doesnt like the fact that you're not looking at him and telling him about your day because what the heck?
he loves listening to ur voice and how your day went.
how dare u rob him of that pleasure?
"what's that?"
you waved the papers a bit but still doesnt look up, "work. you know, the usual."
"right..." cale stared at the papers in your hands. "what's it about?"
at this point, he's desperate to make you talk to him
"it's boring stuff," you told him, flipping a paper to check for something. "you'll fall asleep on your chair if i start explaining it."
okay WOW that's so not true!!
that paperwork shit is really boring tho, he cant make any promises💀
okay so cale failed his first attempt of getting you to pay attention
next attempt is by bothering you with another method
he's placing his hand on yours to get you to look at him, but even that was futile
you pulled your hand back because you needed to write smth
he's shuffling closer to you and you barely reacted because "yeah thats normal behavior for cale"
okay WOW, how long are you gonna keep this up?
you know how cats just slithers into your lap when you're doing smth?
he does that
he just laid his head down on your lap and while you're startled, he takes the paperwork away from your hand and placed it on the table
"cale... i need to work," you'd say with a frown.
"you can work later," he told you, grabbing your hand and giving it a light kiss. "you're supposed to be spending time with me."
"still—"
"you've been paying attention to your paperwork ever since you entered my room," he cuts you off with a small frown. "and didnt i say my bedroom is a free work zone?"
you raised an eyebrow. "i thought that only applies to you?"
"well, now it applies to you, too. so stop working."
honestly, what are you going to do with this man?
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