#im just throwing all tags as per usual

[todayisafridaynight]

I may just be delirious but I kind of feel like there's something there about some of the most traumatic events in Arakawa's life arguably stemming from/being made worse by being loved too much.

Like, Toshio's death, right. The death of a parent is always always going to be traumatic, particularly when your other parent is abusive, but I feel like being there, being the first to the scene, made it so much worse. Especially when it should've been a good memory.

Non-zero chance I'm just projecting because I was there for my own father's death and I was around Arakawa's age at the time, but it's like... it did have very specific life-long effects, didn't it... the way he keeps coming back to Peking duck and talks about it like he's had it before when he can't even bring himself to eat it unless he's with family (and indeed, never did, up until right before he died)...

And then there's his former patriarch. Of course, he seemed to see Arakawa as more of an object--fully under his control and something to be thrown away at the first sign of autonomy. But I feel like, before then, Arakawa must've been his "favorite," if he was willing to arrange a marriage between his daughter and Arakawa. Which I expect is what made his reaction when Arakawa told him he was (technically) having an affair with Akane and wanted out of the family that extreme in going as far as to send men after Akane and Ichiban.

The last one I can immediately think of is not exactly traumatic for him, though it is traumatic For Me so I'm counting it, but it's of course what we were talking about with Jo hesitating so much at the thought of killing Arakawa that he passed up the chance to save him.

I Dunno I Am Delirious but... there's a pattern somewhere in there... Anyway. Uh. "Happy" Father's Day am I right

happy fathers day :]]]]

[l0v3tast3]

Listen. Only do this if you feel like it❤️

But can you do a hc or short ff (Anything is cool) with a reader that tells Ghost, price, Alejandro and Rudy that they see them as a father figure and that they feel save and protected around them?

Something wholesome because I thing we all could use some 🧎‍♂️❤️

✎ this is so adorable i love this idea omg

✎ tags: alejandro and rudy use feminine spanish nicknames for you but otherwise i think i kept it gender neutral reader?, military reader, pure fluff <3, not proofread im too cool for that

☆ simon "ghost" riley

♡ you're both in the kitchen of the compound's living area at the same time, you perched on a counter while you and simon are waiting for coffee to brew. your conversation had turned to the last mission you had all went on.

♡ your arm had been grazed by a bullet during a firefight, and as much as simon will deny it, he went kind of ballistic. the enemies were neutralized within minutes after that and through your protests of "it was my arm, dumbass, i can walk!" he still picked you up and took you to safety and stitched you up.

♡ the whole time he had lectured you about staying behind cover and checking all your surroundings and all the other things you knew how to do, but you knew he wasn't angry with you because his hands were more gentle than you thought they could be.

♡ so when you're both waiting for coffee to brew and you tell him that he made you feel safe and that he was protective of you in a good dad way, he short-circuits.

♡ you see him as a father figure? he can't really figure it out himself why you do, even when he gives you a weird look and you try to explain further. he watches you with the same weird look through his balaclava (his eyebrows do plenty of talking for him) until the coffee is done and he pours you both cups and walks off.

♡ you just shrug and go about your day, but simon thinks about it for weeks. he doesn't forget how you trust him and he makes a point of keeping an eye out for you from now on, even if he was already doing it subconsiously.

☆ john price

♡ it's you and the other four guys, price, soap, ghost, and gaz, all sitting at a table playing cards and drinking. you're all joking around and gaz brings up how price is like an old grandpa sometimes with the stories he tells, and you chime in with "yeah, he's totally like our dad!"

♡ gaz, soap, and ghost all just nod their agreement with laughs but price stops, looking at you questioningly. he asks you if you really think of him like a dad, and you smile and nod.

♡ you tell him about how he's always so on top of everything and he makes sure the team stays together and solid, and how he just has "dad energy", which he doesn't understand but he'll ask gaz about later. it makes him feel a little warm inside but he just looks away so you can't see the obvious smile threatening to push through onto his face.

♡ he thinks about it for awhile afterwards. he covers up the mushy feelings he gets with dad jokes and sarcastic comments, but he makes sure to encourage and look out for you from then on.

♡ you can be damn well sure that if this man sees you flirting with anyone, he'll march on over and just start grilling them. it chases the person away 100% of the time because come on, this is captain john price of the 141 task force, and it kind of pisses you off, but he definitely finds it hilarious.

☆ alejandro vargas

♡ alejandro and you are holed up in a safehouse for a few hours during a mission and need to kill time, so as per usual he's sitting calmly, cleaning his weapons, and you're bouncing off the walls. he loses count of how many times he tells you to just sit about 45 minutes in.

♡ "changuita, you need to sit, preserve your energy," he says, about one million and two times. you just throw him an annoyed look and a quick "i'm not a monkey!", to which he just watches you once again climb a piece of furniture out of pure boredom.

♡ you almost (definitely intentionally) fall off of the couch when you go to jump onto it next to him and he bursts out laughing, warning you not to break something. you're response to this is, "whatever dad, you're the old one here!"

♡ he's just like, did i hear that right? and quirks an eyebrow at you. you give him a look back, confused, and he asks you if you think of him as your father.

♡ "well, not like, my dad, but, like... my dad, ya' know?" is followed by, "no, chiquita, i don't know." he's chuckling though, and he just shakes his head and goes back to cleaning his gun.

(changuita = little monkey , chiquita = little one , i googled this pls lmk if it's wrong lol)

☆ rodolfo parra

♡ rudy is bent under the hood of your car, inspecting the different compartments and liquids, explaining them to you when you accidentally call him "dad". you had called him over because a light on your dashboard had lit up and didn't really know what to do about it, and he had said before that if you ever need help to call him.

♡ he figures out what's wrong pretty quick and let's you know, saying he can have it easily fixed within the hour, and you beam up at him excitedly with a "thanks, dad!" you scurry inside to get something to drink for you both without realizing, and he's left to stand in the driveway, dumbfounded.

♡ when you come back out, you ask him why he looks weird and he asks, "hermana, do you really see me as a father figure?" and you think about it for a bit before you nod with a smile. "yeah, you always help me out when i need it and, ya know, i feel safe with you!"

♡ his heart melts and he vows then and there to always make sure that never changes with you. he starts actually treating you like his child, making sure you know you can call him for help whenever, going out of his way to get you whatever you need when he goes shopping for anything, making sure you're hanging around good people, etc. etc.

♡ rudy won't admit it but he really does start seeing you as his own child, and he always does his absolute best to keep an eye out for you.

(hermana = sister , again i just googled platonic spanish nicknames)

[deadgxrlsuperstar]

- The eyes don't lie - Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

tags/warnings: SFW, mutal pining, obliviousness, salacious references, swearing, multiple perspectives, fluff.

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Y/Ns perspective:

"For fucks sake Mina I wasn't eye fucking him" you groaned, playfully throwing one of Mina's pillows at her, in response to your way to nosey bestie. Mina only slyly chuckled in response to your defensiveness. "I WASN'T!!" your outburst only warranted Mina to erupt into an uncontrollable laughter "girl please- you totally were" glaring at your immature and slightly perverted best friend you thought...is that what it looked like...is it that obvious...fuck does he think im a creep?!

Katsuki's perspective:

"Hey there, man!" Kiri gleamed at Bakugou "you were amazing as usual in training today, you gotta show me how to do that move that took down Denki" Bakugou looked at Kiri with his signature scowl and huffed "yeh yeh"...There was an awkward silence between the two young men as they moved about the kitchen alone. " Dude, did you see how Y/N was looking at you?" Bakugou's ears perked up at Kiris comment "how was she looking at me?" gruffly replied Bakugou, acting disinterested."She was definitely checking you out. Her eyes didn't leave you once during the spar with Iida... I would know I was sitting next to her, it was like she was in a trance" Bakugou was internally flooded with butterflies, however logically he had doubts about his friends interpretation..Kiri was way too optimistic sometimes.

Neutral perceptive:

The next day, you and Bakugou exchanged an awkward amount of eyecontact, as per usual. Everyone in the class could tell you were both pining for each other, and they all desperately wanted you both to grow up and talk to each other!! mostly so they won't have to witness such obliviousness and stupidity from two of the top performing students, but at least it reminded them that you were both still human.

When you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone, alone in the classroom during the lunch break, Kiri and Bakugou walked in, immediately stopping their conversation as soon as they noticed you. " Dude," Kiri said quietly. "This is your chance." Swiftly, Kiri left the classroom, leaving only you and Bakugou in the room. Being cautious, Bakugou approached you to sit down on the chair opposite your desk.

Y/Ns perspective:

"Hey bakugou? you alright?" you questioned, putting your phone down. silence... just a painful fucking silence..he didn't respond...he just looked at you like your presence offended him.

Feeling nervous at his intense eyes, you subconsciously leaned back and looked around, suddenly feeling vulnerable. Bakugou leaned forward and rested his crossed arms on your desk. "I think you're pretty" Bakugou blurted out.

Your body stiffened, and you looked at him with skepticism. "huh?" you questioned, but honestly it sounded more mocking than confusion.

Katsuki's perspective:

All of Bakugou's internal alarm bells were ringing, what the fuck did she me "HUH?!" did I sound creepy, was I too forward, does she think im gross???!?!?!

Clearing my throat "I said I think you're pretty". ....Pause...."and I want to take you on a date...if you would let me?". Y/Ns face was so difficult to read, curse that resting bitch face she does so well.

She mirrored me and leaned forward "where?" Y/N smirked.

Damn I haven't thought that far ahead.

"uhhhhhh- honestly I didn't think I would get this far" i sighed looking up into her eyes slowly she was snickering. "well that's unexpected for you...the confidant and brutal Bakugou Katsuki, Lord Explosion Murder Dynamight expected me to reject him?" she was definitely teasing me.

I raised an eyebrow "Is that a yes?"

"Yes that is a yes..." i smiled softly

neutral perspective:

The confession was awkward however Bakugou felt a wave of relief at Y/Ns response and grinned playfully "Good, I'm glad" he chuckled.

a couple minutes of small talk went by

"Do you want to walk with me to the vending machine downstairs?" Y/N asked, getting her burgundy coin purse from her bag.

Bakugou immediately stood up a little too eager to accompany Y/N, on the inside he was absolutely ecstatic that she agreed to go out with him, like a child opening presents on Christmas day kind of excited.

"can I...?" Bakugou gestured wrapping his hand around her waist, silently Y/N gently grabbed his arm and wrapped it around herself and blushed at the contact.

The two of you walked while discussing various dates and events you could go to and laughed about how the two of you were so oblivious reagarding the mutual pining.

Little did you both know that Mina and Denki were hiding under Aizawa Senseis desk listening to the whole confession.

[aliorsboxostuff]

When I tell you that the Joel miller x trans!reader fic was the best thing I’ve read in a while I mean that. The way you just integrated the character into the already existing storyline without really changing it was absolutely everything. If your up for it I was wondering if you could write a fic about Joel and trans!reader knowing each other in the QZ and what it would look like to have a relationship with him there or before the relationship. Maybe some Tess too? I completely understand if you’re not up for this request but if you are thank you so much. 😊

AGHH this turned out so short but I didn't know what else to put im so sorry anon!! I really love the idea but I think building the whole backstory before Joel and Tess got out of the QZ is a bit hard. As usual, please excuse my writing if there were any mistakes, I do hope you enjoyed it anon! 

Hounds

Tags: Joel Miller x ftm!Reader, Tess, Before leaving QZ, Tess being the badass she is, Tender Joel, bind safely everyone!, Tender Lovin’, Mostly Fluff, a bit of smut, just dirty thoughts tho, Established Relationship, Bisexual Joel, Bisexual Tess

Tess and her hounds. They follow as her shadow. Pick a fight with her, you pick a fight with all three of them. Tess has always been seen with those two, even walking into the same apartment where they all live. But behind closed doors, no one knows that Tess lives alone while Joel stays with his boyfriend. 

3rd POV

Tess was popular amongst the Boston QZ. Not popular, per se, but known for her strengths and determination. For her headstrong and immovable demeanor. Another thing that boosts her status are her hounds. 

Joel Miller was one thing. Stone cold, dead eyes. Picking a fight with him is the same as picking a casket, according to those who have seen his combat with their own eye. His threats are not to be taken lightly, because when that man says he’ll break your jaw, he’d do just that in the next second. People have seen a fair share of his skills with a gun, and it's not to be messed with. Rumour has it that he’s the one burning infected kids, not a shadow of a doubt in throwing a human into the fire pit. 

The other guy, he's another thing. Don't underestimate him as Joel's shadow, because he might as well be standing at the same podium Joel does with his strengths. He smiles and waves, acting as the good guy for the two of them, but behind those sweet eyes are thoughts malicious enough to be kicked out of the QZ, plans that would impress even Tess. He might not be a stud but he’s the one doing the slippery parts. Countless times, Joel always ends up with the upper hand in a situation with his help. Body as agile as a deer, he’s the hands of the operation. If anyone dares to mess with him, you can bet Joel is right behind them with a gun cocked.

Tess and her hounds. Her boys, the ones that help her operation. Not that she’d need it, but it makes clean-up easier. No one dares to keep Tess away from them, unless she says so herself. Only the most ballsy illegal sellers are brave enough to negotiate with her, because most of the time they'll give her the thing she wants just like that, out of fear and respect.

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How you first met Joel was through Tess herself.

You were notorious for stealing small but valuable things from FEDRA agents. A stash of guns and bullets, cards and drugs inside your home. Most of the things you don't even use, but due to your ability to pickpocket most if not all of the gullible FEDRA agents, you’ve gained an abundance of them. Your most prized possessions were the firearms you managed to steal or negotiate off of agents. Those are located under your bed, in an inconspicuous box, loaded with extra bullets on the side.

Tess had apparently caught a whiff of your gossip around the QZ, of the ‘Invisible Pick-pocketer’ the agents are having a hard time looking for. As much as she hates to admit it, her strong suit is negotiation, and Joel wasn't exactly the sleekest person for a job like stealing small shit. 

So, one Wednesday morning, in one of the food stalls in the QZ, Tess approached you. 

“Sorry I don't work with anyone,” You were focused on the bowl of food in front of you, scarfing it down because you missed your dinner.

“You might wanna look up first,” A voice of a woman you didn't recognize. So you placed the bowl down, putting on your stone-cold mask before looking at the source of the voice and you almost shit yourself. The most feared woman is standing in front of you, arms crossed with a brow arched. You gulp, trying to salvage what that hardened demeanor you could. 

“I’m- Tess, right?” The edge of her lips raises.

“So you’ve heard,” She leans into the small table, her hair covering one side of her face. Your eyes widen, fear shoots up your spine. “And I’ve heard about you too,” 

“Oh- uh- really?” You cough into your hand, avoiding her eyes.

“You’re the pickpocket, right? The ones FEDRA can't seem to find?” Her grin becomes dangerous. “I have a proposition,” 

She crosses her hands on top of the table, entwining her fingers. “You know me, I know you, we both know what we can do,” 

“Yeah,” You arch a brow, curious. 

“How about you join me? We could use a hand like you, literally,” Her eyes fall to where your hands are, old scars from the fire incident still evident on the back of your hands. It took a second for you to consider before you realize—

“Wait, we? You and… Miller?” 

“Yeah, who else?” Tess leans back into their chair, her arms crossed again. 

“You won't mind? I thought you two worked together, ‘cuz y’know…” You tilted your head, hoping she would take the hint, which she does and immediately cackles, covering her mouth to the side. 

“Me and Joel? Fuck no! I don't swing that way,” Then she seems to retract herself. “Well, I do, but he’s not my type,” 

“Oh, okay, cool, I'm cool with that…” Tess rolls her eyes at your answer before she stands, mumbling something about ‘youths’ and saying ‘cool’ under her breath. She turns towards you, inclining her head towards the street. 

“C’mon, you have to meet Joel.”

—

“Maybe should've taken that break earlier,” You groan, lifting up your shirt as you rubbed at your sides.

“Told you should've taken it but ya’ didn't, now-”

“Look what happens, yeah yeah I know,” You huff, Joel's disappointed stare burning at your back. Feeling the relief of finally taking off your sticky shirt, you stood by the bed as you began to peel off the body tape, taking lungfuls after the busy day. The tape at this point has soaked up most of your sweat, disgusting as it is. When it's at its last loops, calloused hands find its place on your waist, then Joel's comforting weight as he settles behind you.

You feel his coarse beard against your nape as he places a kiss there, his warm breath makes you sigh. Careful, shaking hands replace yours and continues unwrapping the body tape until it falls in a heap next to your leg. Joel places one hand on your stomach, the other rubbing circles on your waist.

“Thank you,” You smile, leaning into his touch as Joel murmurs his answer. He runs a calloused hand up to your shoulder, then between them, pushing slightly until you arch under his touch. He presses another kiss just above where his hand is pushing, before he relents and both of his hands fall to your waist.

“Tess is coming for dinner,” He says, voice ghosting at the shell of your ear. You suppress a shiver, gulping instead.

“Then let me get ready,” You smirk, feeling Joel's hand releasing you as you slip away from his grasp. You turn, placing a short kiss on his cheek before patting it twice. He raises his brow, which makes you grin. “Go wash up,”

Dinner went on as usual. For the past months, Tess, Joel, and you have been planning on escaping the QZ in search of Tommy. He hasn't been replying back Joel’s messages and knowing you and Tess won't be leaving Joel to go out by himself, Tess has been going around looking for information and parts.

“I got a trail. Some guy got the battery we need for the truck. I can track him down this week but I need you to cover my shifts in the afternoon,” Tess points her fork at you, which you instantly nod at. “Joel, keep gathering cards. I have a bad feeling we might need to bribe our way out,” 

Joel hums his answer and that's the end of the dinner. While it worked more as a meetup hour for the three of you, the little bits of food are enough to simulate what it would be like if the world wasn't like this.

As you begin to wash the dishes, your mind wanders to a simple, easier life. Tess would come over, maybe bring her partner, to have dinner together. You’d cook something for the group, something you and Joel enjoy. Wine would be involved, sweetening the night, and there wouldn't be talks about truck engines and unresponsive brother. Maybe Tommy would come over too, have dinner with Joel and he can meet his boyfriend. Then once dinner is over, you and Joel can take the leftover wine and bring it to the porch, settling side by side as the night sky flies by. A simpler world, a better world-

“Hey, you okay?” Joel's hand stops you from jolting, a grounding weight on your arm.

“Y-yeah, sorry,” You dry your hands on the dish towel, noticing the slight quiver it holds. You could practically feel Tess’ eyes on your back. You inhale, straightening yourself before you turn. “I got your shifts covered Tess, don't worry,”

“Make sure that trail isn't some bullshit, yeah?”

“Always do,” She nods, gulping down the last of her drink before she stands. 

“I’ll take my leave, good night boys,” She smiles, before you walk her to the door and shut it behind her with a last wave. You place the lock in its place, standing there just for a minute. Joel makes his way behind you, a reassuring hand on the small of your back.

“Let's go to bed,” You find yourself nodding. 

After washing up and clearing the table, you change into a simple shirt and briefs while Joel changes into his sleep clothes. He usually falls into bed with his day clothes on if he’s too tired and cares far less, but by your request, he changes to a shirt and pants when he can. 

As you pull back the thick excuse of a blanket, the bed creaks when Joel lays down and you follow suit, leaving the blanket at your feet knowing how hot the night could get. Joel turns and you instinctively wrap your arms around his middle, the man buries himself deeper into the pillows. 

“What were you thinking about?” Knowing your boyfriend, it’ll take a while for him to fall into slumber. He slowly laces his fingers with yours and you feel the brush of his lips against your knuckles. You tighten your arms.

“You ever wanna…” You blink at the small stars above. “You ever thought of living a different life?”

“Have a ranch somewhere, and we can… We have a normal dinner, and we’ll invite Tess and shit…” You feel your lips quirk before a beat of silence, then another kiss pressed on your knuckles. 

“Yeah, I do,” Joel turns slightly, looking out the same window into the same night sky. “We can raise sheep,”

You let out a chuckle, nuzzling into Joel's short curls when he only huffs, quietly rolling his eyes. The idea of farmer Joel, tending to his little sheep as they run around him. An image of him wearing nothing but a stetson suddenly flashes across your eyes, quickly killing your laugh, making you hide your red cheeks into Joel's nape.

“What?” He gruffly asks, unable to turn because of your arms.

“Nothin’,” You mumble, still hiding behind your boyfriend at which Joel only huffs before settling back to bed. The blush finally ebbs away and is replaced with a smile instead as you take lungfuls of Joel's scent, lulling you to sleep.

“Good night, Joel,” Joel tightens his hold on your hand.

“Good night, darlin’,” 

Requests are opened! Reblogs appreciated <3!

[coruscqte]

what is xiayu’s relationship with the stellaron hunters? how do they feel about her? i’d love to hear! ur thoughts are always intriguing :3

to preface this, while i do enjoy the hunters im not actually particularly familiar with most of them :0! with the very narrow exception of firefly, i did have to go poking around on the wikia for interactions and such to find somewhere to start.

+ secondly you left a couple questions in the tags of her last post so i'll try and answer those too! <3 (i would kill for your tags btw i hope you know that /pos)

also tagging @sundays-wing-piercing + @lesbianbootheng as per usual <3

kafka:

this is a weird one because kafka, besides firefly and blade, is likely the one that interacts with xiayu the most. pops up whenever she’s least expected, just looking to see what she might be up to every few years. depending upon how you see the relationship she has with the trailblazer, she probably feels as if she has some … vague responsibility to look out for her. keep her out of trouble at least.

its not like her parents need her to, with three trailblazers someone would be lucky to walk away with all their fingers if they touched a hair on her head, but it never hurt to just. check on her if she was on planet. then message her. then meet up with her. of course not. kafka’s the furthest thing from maternal, but she fits neatly into a rich aunt slot. sort of. if that rich aunt had a gun.

though i dont think kafka would want her to be a hunter. as much as she preaches that xiayu should be equally fearless (“a vidyadhara with magic at her fingertips and a half decent shot with an axe? tell me, what is it that one little dragon has to be afraid of?”), its not like approves of her putting herself in unnecessary danger. not without her present, at least.

appreciates the finer things in life. sends ahead these dubiously earned things in the space mail for xiayu to wear or use. most of these things are packed away in her closet, but sometimes she wears this pearl bracelet kafka bought her for her fifteenth birthday (“oh hush, trailblazer. she could use something a little womanly, don’t you think?”).

occasionally, if they do run into each other, they get dinner. discuss nothing of any true importance, its off script usually between scenes, and having someone new around — young, fresh — its invigorating to kafka.

what xiayu thinks of her is equally a mystery. i think she considered becoming a hunter shortly after march’s death and still rides the fence on the topic today, but before kafka died, she’d said elio had no place for her in the script. that she was never going to be a true actor in any of their scenes.

of course, necessary redirection. whether xiayu continues to take this as proper advice is truly up to time. whether it was fate that she eventually loses everyone but her father (and that she will lose him someday), she’s not sure if she wants to be a slave to destiny. really, she doesnt know if she already is or not.

blade:

i. am not sure. i am incredibly xing/yue pilled, im ren//heng pilled only because a beloved mutual of mine is, so xiayu just appearing in canon probably throws blade for a loop. a) *how* and b) why.

(in my uber perfect world its just one big polycule. jinghengren / danstellemarch / stellefly. this is not my uber perfect world)

but i like to imagine a canon where blade and dan heng are able to reconcile their past lives and at least become amicable towards each other again. maybe not friends, but also not stab-on-sight.

xiayu is so small and innocent to him that hes just not really sure what to make of her. this ankle biting child that clings onto his pants is not exactly easily understood and he does not want to be left alone with her. at all. so much joy in a tiny person good god. he’d sooner pawn her off to kafka or firefly before she stays with him.

though i dont think she’s scared of him. fascinated by him maybe, esp as a child she likes his eyes. its bit terrifying to turn a little and see a baby staring you down though.

but an older xiayu, if blade lives long enough to see her mature into a young adult ... is probably not all that different from firefly. amped to 11. hes not sure where she gets the energy (read: its from march). surely he comes to care about her just a smidge. a little even. maybe has one of the hunters send a message for him if theyre both on the same planet (though kafka will usually message her first). she gets exactly one (1, singular) sword-wielding lesson from him, and thats about it. to him, she has potential, if she just matures a little.

seeing someone so ready to throw their life away when she’s so young and full of life is … disorienting. his time has been up for quite a long time now, but her’s is just beginning. he cant make heads or tails of why shes like this.

i wonder if he sees dan heng in her, in her face, wonder if hes seeing his old friend in three separate ways -- through dan feng, dan heng and now his daughter. terrible facade she puts up after march and stelle are gone, but should he live long enough to see them pass, i think blade of all people might be the one to rationalize their deaths to her. after all, its finality at work. you cant escape fate, you can only use it. life goes on, and even if you don’t wan it, people will stay you with long after they’ve left this plane.

though blade’s good ending to me is him dying long before xiayu is born at all. this is just a hypothetical.

silver wolf:

im not sure silver wolf knows what to make of the trailblaze baby. and im not sure that xiayu knows what to make of her either. unlike her and firefly they relate on less things and are closer in age as well. begrudgingly, silver wolf probably offers to play games with her when she gets old enough.

though, i do think she keeps an eye out for her in public channels. nothing too fancy, silver wolf wouldnt be caught dead risking her neck for a kid that didn’t even care about her all that much — but she figures its the least she can do if kafka likes her. she’ll remove a record here, tip the scales in her favor there, other than that theyre simply gaming partners and not much else.

silver wolf is still the better gamer. just because xiayu lives longer doesn’t mean she’ll ever win. after all, silver wolf has never pulled her punches.

firefly:

firefly was at the baby shower. for sure. she brought a little gift, it was xiayu's first mobile. i like to think it had butterflies patterned like her dress over it. looking out for her, in a way lol

also, the only stellaron hunter allowed to babysit. not that the three of them tend to use babysitters very often, but if firefly isn't on a script, stelle sometimes calls her.

i dont think xiayu has ever seen sam for herself 🤔 even if we’re particularly optimistic im not actually sure how long firefly will live for in canon. she might not even live long enough into xiayu’s “normal” adulthood at 20ish. given she may discover her “aunt’s” altered form on her own, but its not incredibly likely and thats okay. firefly wants to be known as herself to xiayu, rather than what she was made to be.

flair for the dramatics though. is the one sending all the (watered down) stories for xiayu to read. cultivates her thrill seeking, and she thinks being a stellaron hunter is SO cool for a little while.

firefly (?) maybe have been the first time she experienced true loss, if himeko + welt didnt go first. i think that was a bit of a shell shock, but thats also probably how she figured out she could keep sending messages to dead people’s ids. she misses her aunt too.

i think out of all of the hunters, firefly is the one she was closest with. someone she could really talk to if she got into an argument with her parents or if she just wanted to do something silly or girly or mundane with a non family member.

i do think that firefly inspired her to be just who she was though. not stelle or march or dan heng. just that she herself was enough, that she herself was at her best no matter what. it was a rather sweet parting gift that firefly left for her, and i think it must be one of her accessories that she also wears.

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and then i'll do my very best to address these!

xiayu's catcake is named dragonfruit creamcake <3 munyamunyamunyamunyamunya, that poor cat will meow your ear off until you get sick of it or it manages to tire itself out. then itll plop itself in your lap and youre not allowed to move unless you want it to yap at you even more.

it does seem particularly fond of rice dumpling, trashcake and ice cake. it likes to "chat" whenever anyone unlucky enough to enter the lab interacts with it, and has routinely managed to escape the little catcaketopia in ruan mei’s lab. truly, it has asta stumped -- ruan mei didn't create it, the trailblazer didn't make it, where did this creation come from?

like any good mother with their rambunctious toddler, stelle of course took xiayu out to teach her baseball. now, this did mean pompom lost a vase or two whenever xiayu swung a little too hard on the express, but by the time she's a little older she has decent technique. because she doesn't carry the traditional bat, shes not known as the galactic baseballer, but it worries yanqing that she doesn't wield the axe like an axe -- its distinctly as if she treats it like a bludgeoning object.

(classically trained swordsman v gung-ho axe wielder, who wins?)

interestingly enough, xiayu sees yanqing as an estranged elder brother almost. he often wonders if he was this irresponsible as a child, and then thanks jing yuan for raising him. multiple times.

she is decent at video games! she prefers a handheld console that stelle bought for her compared to the phone that she owns, she and stelle are 1-4 right now on one of the newer games, she’s just waiting for her mom to get back to do a proper rematch. until then, she plays other games on her console.

extra fact i thought of while writing this: do you think dan heng is the one that sees his partners in his daughter? like, has a deja vu moment everytime she smiles a certain way or says something just the way one of them would? he knows he isn't dan feng, he never wanted to be treated as such, but to acknowledge the same of xiayu, that she isn't her mothers, that is so much more difficult.

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SO YOU WANNA GET TA KNOW ME 'EH?

NAME?: ana

PRONOUNS?: she/her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION?: discord or ims!

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: eli, wrench, beck, and set are living rent free in my head rn

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: are we gonna talk about pre-tumblr bc i'm so embarrassed that in like 2007 I was rping on a dress up game forum as a miley cyrus oc. so since then?? but i joined tumblr in early 2010, on @pjoontumblr

BEST EXPERIENCE?: probably this one!!! i was irregular on indie for a few years during college/right after college but in like fall/winter 2022 i decided to jump back on and have met some of the most amazing writer friends ever <333 I feel like I can write whatever the hell I want and will still be loved and appreciated

RP PET PEEVES?: not a pet peeve per se bc everyone has their style, but I personally don't like when ppl write with extra spaces or overly format their writing, or have tiny tiny icons. it's an accessibility thing for me!

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: all of it ;~; ya girl is a secret smut freak y'all just don't know

PLOTS OR MEMES?: either!!! I rly like throwing spaghetti at a wall with a partner and seeing what sticks. so a mix of both I guess??

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: lasjdflasdfl. there's a time and place for both I think. usually on Tumblr I go for 2-3 paragraphs or longer, but I do love the quick back and forth and sharpness that's behind micro replies/shortform stuff that I do on discord.

TIME TO WRITE?: very early in the morning?? it's the only quiet time I have p much where i'm not working or entertaining my pup and hubs.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: not similar in terms of backgrounds or anything, but dialogue style is similar?? I try and write dialogue the way I talk sometimes and I tend to talk in incomplete sentences, hyperboles, idioms, slang, lolz. i live in the Midwest and in my area it's a melting pot of like, suburban rednecks? bc there's rural and then there's the city real close by, it's so hard to explain. so some of my more loquacious muses'll say shit like "now we're cookin' with grease" or "as all get out" or "goodness sakes alive" bc I say that shit

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tagging: anyone reading this!!! @draconisa @thedevilsbckbone @thesongbiird @someotherdog @thewolfruns @facepeeled @bloodrodeo @falscgcds @lovepctions

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No Other Love - Chapter 4: Sparks

Gemma deals with the fallout of a hidden truth from Suresh's past...

🎵 Song 🎵: Sparks

My heart is yours It's you that I hold on to Yeah, that's what I do

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They always say your life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die. Fast moving images of happier times. Maybe it was meant to be a calming presence to remind you of your best times on Earth before you ventured into the other side. Was she dying? Why were all of her good memories with Suresh flashing before her eyes now? The two of them in a helicopter ride over Dubai, jumping off the side of a yacht and swimming in the Mediterranean, decorating a Christmas tree while his parents’ mischievous cat tried to knock the ornaments off, the two laughing while they sipped wine and danced around in their underwear, drunk off happiness more than the wine they consumed. But she knew she wasn’t dying, she could feel her heart beating erratically like it was trying to escape her body, so she was definitely alive. 

“He was going to propose to me, not her. ME!”   

The words echoed around in her head, causing her actual physical pain. She didn’t know what to do, what to think. She was completely overwhelmed by the tsunami of emotions crashing down on her, taking her under. She felt like she was gonna throw up. This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t be. But it was. And it was happening in front of everyone. It was happening on TV. God she wanted to cry. She closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath. 

Slowly the white noise around her cleared up. She blinked, clearing the haze from her eyes, and looked up at Kat who was standing in front of her, bombarding her with expletives and evil glares. She heard Finn close by, trying to make his way over, trying to reason with Kat. Meera was demanding Alfie explain why he hadn’t chosen her movie but Alfie was busy lashing out at Suresh, demanding answers about the supposed engagement ring. Suresh ignored him and pleaded with Gemma to have a private chat away from the others, Gabi hot on his heels demanded her own answers while Dana tried to stop her. It was complete and utter chaos. 

“Hey.” Gemma turned when she heard Lulu’s soft voice cut through the deafening shouts.

“You look a bit overwhelmed,” said Lulu. “Do you want to get out of here?”

Gemma nodded. “Yes.”

“Oh, no you don’t,” Kat snapped and grabbed Gemma’s arm as she stood up. “I am not done with you!”

“Kat, please–” Finn pleaded. 

“Fuck off, Finn!” Kat sneered, glaring at Gemma. “You’re not getting off that easy. We need to talk about Finn’s movie.”

Gemma yanked her arm free, barely glancing at Kat as she walked back towards the villa.

“Gemma, get back here!” Kat screamed.

“Gemma, you have to let me explain!” Suresh called out after her.

“Gemma, I didn’t say any of those things!” Nicolas shouted. “It was edited! That movie was completely out of context, the boys were winding me up. They got me to the point of saying those things but it’s not how I actually feel. I’d never say those things about you, it was just banter with the boys, you gotta trust me they didn’t show the full footage.”

That made Gemma spin on her heels, eyes ablaze with fury. “Let me get this straight,” she seethed. “Not only do you think I’m, what did you call it again, ‘desperate and lonely’? But you also take me for an absolute fool? Do you really think I’m that stupid?”

“Gemma–” Nicolas tried.

“Fuck off, Nicolas.”

“No, production needs to answer for the lies they edited together!” Nicolas continued. “It’s very convenient that Pete and Johnny aren’t here to back me up, but I never said those things.” 

Gemma looked at him and laughed bitterly. “The fact that you’re still lying about what was said when it was clear as day, is baffling. So I want to make myself abundantly clear so you aren’t confused by any ‘production edits.’ I will never in a million years be with you. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to even look at you. Leave me alone.” 

“But Gem-” 

“She said to leave her the fuck alone, Nicolas,” Suresh snarled. He walked the four short steps over to her and cupped her face while he tucked a strand of loose hair around her ear. 

“G, please, let me explain this,” said Suresh, and Gemma’s eyes locked on his. She didn’t try to hide the tears that rushed to her sea green eyes, there was no use. “I promise it’s not what you think–”

“I thought your lies couldn’t get any worse, Suresh,” Alfie interrupted. 

“You were planning to marry Gabi while you were stringing Gemma along?” asked Finn. 

“You’re a real piece of work, Suresh,” Dana snickered while Kat clicked her tongue. “Yeah, good luck explaining your way out of this one.” 

“That’s enough!” Suresh roared, rendering all of the islanders speechless. “This has nothing to do with any of you, none of you know what you’re talking about!”

“How do they not, Suresh?” said Gabi, having pushed her way past the others. “I know what I found.”

“Gabi–”

“How else do you explain the large emerald cut diamond ring I found buried deep in your closet?” 

“W-what?” Gemma looked between Gabi and Suresh. “Did you say an emerald cut? With smaller baguette diamonds on the side?”

Gabi gave her a confused look. “H-how did you know?” 

Gemma’s eyes locked back onto Suresh’s, and she opened her mouth to speak but words evaded her. She closed her mouth and tried again. 

“Like…like we always talked about…like my nan’s ring?” she asked, tears still flowing down her cheeks. 

He swallowed but nodded, then took a deep breath before he continued. “The ring was never meant for Gabi,” he said, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. “It was meant for you.” 

She was trembling, feelings of panic and despair now replaced with confusion and anger. 

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” she whispered indignantly. 

“I felt terrible after Excess Baggage. It was selfish of me not to say something sooner, but it broke my heart to know that I ruined everything between us. That you wanted everything I wanted, too.” 

“So everything you did, our whole relationship, was all based on lies?” Gabi’s question snapped them both back and Suresh turned to look at her. She was watching him with tears in her eyes. 

“It’s always been about her, hasn’t it? I was nothing to you?” 

“Gabi…” He slumped his shoulders and sighed. “I won’t make excuses for myself. I shouldn’t have led you on, and I should’ve been more upfront about my feelings. I wasn’t ready for a relationship so soon, not after…” He cleared his throat. “I-I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through. Both of you.” 

“Whatever, Suresh.” Gabi stalked off towards the kitchen with Dana and Lulu following close behind her. 

“Gem, can we go chat about this, please?” Suresh asked. Gemma swallowed, her chest so tight and filled with more emotions than she knew what to do with. “Please, I need to talk to you. Alone. About everything we’ve seen tonight.”

“Okay.” Her reply came out in an unsure whisper, but he heard it nonetheless. She cleared her throat, then repeated, “Okay. We can talk.” 

The two of them made their way onto the roof terrace, both silent, timid and anxious. Neither of them knew what to do, what to say. Gemma felt a chill from the night air. All she wanted was for Suresh to hold her, wrap her arms around her, tell her everything was going to be okay. Like he’d used to. But at the same time, she didn’t want him to touch her, there was still too much going on, too many emotions she couldn’t control. There was just still too much left unsaid. They sat down in the same spot they’d talked a couple of days prior, but this time closer, no more than a foot of tensioned air between them. Neither made any move to separate or move further apart. 

Suresh nervously ran his large fingers through his hair and looked at Gemma. He carefully reached out and took her hands, relieved when she didn’t pull away. Then he sighed deeply. “Gem…I’m not really sure where to begin.” 

“Why don’t you start with why you didn’t tell me about the ring, Suresh.”

“I’m sorry. I had my reasons for not saying anything, though I know they’re all stupid and I regret not saying something to you sooner. I never mentioned the ring because I realized I don’t deserve someone like you.” 

With her brows furrowed, she didn’t hide her confusion but she let him continue. 

“You’ve never cheated, you deserve someone who has never put you through that pain and hurt. When I found out you wanted to propose too, my entire world shattered. To know that we could’ve been married right now had I not made that one mistake…it…it broke me.” 

Suresh shifted uncomfortably in his seat, biting back the tears that threatened to spill out of the corners of his eyes. He drew a shaky breath and continued. 

“That’s why I wanted you to move on. I knew Alfie was head over heels about you and at the time it just made sense that you should move on with someone like him. Dependable, caring, someone who had been burned before and would never do something like that to someone else.” Suresh sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes as he continued. “But clearly you can’t trust anyone in here and I ended up putting you through even more unnecessary hurt.”

Gemma considered his words, desperately holding her cards to her chest. Not wanting to reveal anything too soon, terribly afraid that if she revealed how she truly felt for him this house of cards they’d built would quickly come crashing down. 

“Cheating on you…” He paused, chewing on the inside of his cheek to shift the pain to something physical that he could focus on instead of the emotions causing havoc in his mind. “It was the single greatest mistake of my life. I’ve gone back to the moment several times in my head, wishing I could change the outcome, turn back time somehow. But obviously I never could.  So I’ve had to live with that guilt and the pain after what I did. I’ve spent so many nights thinking about the life we could’ve had together, the life we always dreamed about. Anytime I’d see a small little teddy bear looking dog on the street I’d think of you and the dog we always talked about getting after we moved in together. Every time I’d walk in my empty, lonely flat, I was hit with the cruel reminder that I wasn’t coming home to you, in the house we always dreamed about buying.” 

He breathed in sharply, as if the memory alone hurt him too much and he continued.  

“In the early days after it happened, I racked my brain trying to think of ways to get you to forgive me but I soon realized my efforts were futile, you were never coming back. But then Simon told me you were coming on Love Island and it felt like fate or God or whatever was calling out to me. I couldn’t just give up on you. I had to try one more time. For you, Gemma. For us.” 

Gemma bit her lip nervously, she was so confused, there were so many emotions clouding her mind at the moment. They’d been playing a game of hide and seek with their feelings since they first arrived in the villa. But could she continue with this game? Especially if she was the only one playing? 

All she wanted to do in this moment was reach out and touch his face, bring him closer to her, kiss him like she used to so many times before. Tell him how much she still loved him, how much she still wanted to be with him. But her fear got the better of her and she just looked at him with tear-stained eyes and said, “You’ve made a big mess of everything, haven’t you?” 

“I know I have G, and I’m sorry. I truly am. You’re the only person that I’ve ever loved. As much as I’ve tried to forget what we had, I can’t. I’m still in love with you. I will never not be in love with you.”

Gemma knew she shouldn’t, it was still too soon, there were still so many things up in the air, but she felt like she was going to explode. She knew her emotions were clouding her thinking, the rational part of her brain screaming at her to take a step back. But she didn’t listen. Instead she leaned in and their lips met in a single impulsive motion. The kiss started off slow and tender, both too scared to push the other too far. But soon it became feverish and desperate as they both realized how much they missed each other, remembered how much they loved each other. By the time they finally broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers as they tried to catch their breath. He couldn’t help but smile wide. 

“God, I’ve missed you.” He squeezed her tighter. 

A soft sob escaped her lips. “I’ve missed you too, Resh.” 

They just sat in silence for a moment, both drinking in the familiar smell of the other, trying to wrap their collective minds around what had just happened. “Babe, what does this mean for us?” Suresh asked, and although it was only a whisper it tore through the silence like a knife. 

Gemma paused, trying to think. What did this actually mean for them? She couldn’t hide her feelings for him anymore, moreover she didn’t want to. But she was still terrified of what could happen if she got too close again. She shuddered to think of the last time she had and how he had broken her to her core. Shattering any semblance of who she was previously. She looked at him again and knew there was only one answer. 

“I think it’s time I stopped ignoring my feelings for you and embraced what this is, what this could be. I’m done with the avoidance and the resentment.” She felt her throat close up, so she pulled away from him to try and collect herself, trying to clear her mind just a little. “I’ve known for a long time, even if I’ve tried to tell myself I don’t, I do.” She met his gaze, his eyes finally showing the vulnerability she had longed for. 

“I still love you,” she said, and as she did so she felt herself relax, the tension leaving her body and she finally let go of the delusion she’d clung to to keep herself afloat. “I’ve never stopped loving you. But If we did decide to try again, we wouldn’t be the same.”

“I don’t need us to be the same.” He reached out and cupped her face, brushed his thumb over her cheek. “I just need us to be us again.” Then he wrapped his arms around her as tight as he could, almost not believing that this was actually happening. He pulled away just enough to kiss her, trying to convey how much he loved her and how sorry he was and how thankful he was. They both knew tonight wouldn’t solve all their problems, but they were together again and that was enough for now. 

As Suresh looked over the terrace he saw the lawn was completely empty, he noticed everyone else had made their way inside for bed. 

“I don’t want to rush you,” he said, clearing his throat. “But would you want to sleep outside on the daybeds with me tonight?”

“Being that the alternative is sleeping in a bed with Nicolas–” Gemma grimaced, making Suresh chuckle “–I think I’ll sleep with you tonight.” 

“That’s not the only reason you want to sleep with me tonight and you know it,” he snickered. 

“Maybe not,” she admitted, a comfortable warmth settling in her chest. She kissed him again softly before they headed inside to get ready for bed. 

Gemma couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so well. Even with the insane heat of the Mallorcan sun pounding down on them and Suresh’s leg splayed on top of her, his arm draped over her creating a pool of sweat in between their limbs, she’d never felt happier. She looked at his sleeping face and smiled, lacing her fingers through his hair. 

“Mmm…that feels good.” 

He opened his eyes slowly, bringing her closer to him still, pressing her body into his as he crashed his lips onto hers. His kiss grew bolder and more persistent, their hands exploring each other's bodies for the first time in over a year. As she pulled away slowly she could hear some islanders heading into the kitchen.

“We should probably get up, babe,” she sighed. 

“No…” he groaned, hugging her closer, burying his head in her neck. 

She started giggling, but he slowly started to get up, stretching his toned God-like physique. 

“Breakfast?”

“Yes, please,” she beamed. 

“Come on then. I need my sous chef, I’m gonna make your favorite chocolate chip pancakes.” 

At the prospect of delicious food, Gemma got up quickly. She took his hand in hers, and  they walked to the kitchen together. She couldn’t help but to think of how different this morning was to the many mornings she’d had so far in the villa. The sun seemed to shine brighter, the sea in the distance seemed calmer, bluer, the birds’ songs seemed chipper, happier. It was like the world was righting itself just for the two of them. As they entered the kitchen, the warmth they felt seconds prior was washed away by an icy glare from Kat who sat on a stool, as if she was waiting for them to arrive. Meera and Alfie did not seem to have fully resolved their issues from last night either as they coldly prepared breakfast. 

“Gemma,” Kat spat menacingly. “We should chat.” 

“Kat…Suresh and I are about to have breakfast. We can chat after.” 

Kat stood up abruptly like a defiant toddler. “NO! NOW! You owe me.” 

“Just go. I’ll get things started,” Suresh said, squeezing her shoulders. Then he leaned down and whispered in her ear to make sure no one else heard.  “Just stay close, so I can see you if I need to come over and save you.” 

She couldn’t help but smile at his words, but she took his advice and chose a lounger close to the kitchen area. 

“Ok Kat, I’m here.” 

Kat leered. “I need to know what’s going on between you and Finn.” 

Gemma couldn’t help but laugh. Other than the movie last night, she’d had no other indication that Finn had ever even been interested in her. He’d barely glanced her way since their first date and the first recoupling. 

“Kat, seriously? Nothing.” She made sure to put extra emphasis on ‘nothing’ to try and knock it into Kat’s head. “Anytime I’ve ever chatted with Finn, it’s about you. His movie caught me completely off guard. But for me, there’s nothing there. Suresh and I are finally starting to work things out, and he’s my only focus right now. I’m not interested in anyone else.” 

“Well you need to let Finn know that,” Kat growled. “I don’t need him thinking he has a chance with you.” 

“I’m saying this because I’m your friend, or at the very least I thought we were until yesterday. I don’t have to do anything. It was his movie, his feelings or whatever they are for me. Not the other way around. And if you think that him pining for me or anyone else would hurt your chances, well–” Gemma spread her arms and gave a slight shrug “–maybe he’s not the guy for you.” 

She stood up and walked back to the kitchen, not giving Kat a chance to respond. She was done, she’d said her piece and there was nothing left to talk about. She came up behind Suresh and wrapped her arms around his waist, watching as he slid the first pancake onto a plate and poured more batter on the skillet. 

“That was quick,” he said as he craned his neck to look at her. “How’d it go?” 

“I just told her I didn’t know why Finn said what he said in his video and that we’re trying to work things out now and I’m not interested in getting to know him or anyone else.” 

“You don’t?” Suresh asked anxiously. 

“You do?!” 

“No!” he laughed. “It’s just really nice to hear that you don’t either though, we didn’t really talk about that last night.” He expertly flipped the pancake, landing perfectly on the skillet. 

She smiled at him gently before she inched her way in front of him and buried her face in his chest. She wordlessly clung to him, breathing in his scent, feeling his chest rise, his strong arms around her waist. Just two days before, she thought she’d never be able to hold him like this again. That he’d never hold her like this again. Caress her hair, like he was now, and kiss the top of her head. He cupped her chin and made her look at him. He didn’t need to say anything for her to know how much he loved her, his eyes said it all on their own. She could see her future in his eyes now. 

“Hey, love birds…whatever you’re cooking is burning,” Dana laughed.  

Breaking them out of their haze, Gemma and Suresh looked down to a black, smokey pancake. Suresh made a face as he dumped the pancake in the bin while Gemma laughed. 

After the chaos of the night before and the residual dust that needed to settle after the whirlwind from that morning, the afternoon seemed to calm down a bit with the islanders hanging out in smaller groups dispersed throughout the villa. Some liaised and swam in the pool, some hung out in the gym, but Gemma found herself nestled with Suresh in the daybeds again. Talking about everything and nothing at all, reminiscing about Suresh’s insane family cat, both in a fit of giggles when a text ping interrupted them. 

“I’ve got a text!” Gabi shouted excitedly from the pool. The other islanders all gathered around her as she read it out. 

ISLANDERS TONIGHT THERE WILL BE A RECOUPLING. THE GIRLS WILL EACH CHOOSE WHO THEY WANT TO COUPLE UP WITH #LadiesNight

Gemma looked up at Suresh but he was already looking down and beaming at her, she smiled back but she couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t the only one looking at him with interest. 

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Seungjin drabble (slowtober challenge)

hii im doing a thing called slowtober (made by @/oeildesaturne on instagram, french speaking folks check it out!! although be aware of tw mental health and eds talks) and i'm posting on twitter a seungjin au per word

I'm late in the updating on tumblr but for the sixth days (october 16th - 18th) the word was "phobia"

I thought for sooo long and then decided to go for something light hearted and fun

So here is my vampire Kim Seungmin and his blood phobia meeting broke med student Hwang Hyunjin

For the tags well blood vampires and past 2min mentioned

Still no betaing to this and oh yeah this was my first time ever writing about vampires I usually hatee vampires story but maybe i'm growing up

AND if you enjoyed this challenge who is now over you can vote on this form for your favorite that I'll be writing into a full fic on ao3! ("soumettre" is "submit" btw)

if you want to check all the drabbles you can go here

Kim Seungmin is in front of a very annoying and ridiculous dilemma. And all of that is linked to the pathetic fact that he is starving.

Everything is Lee Minho’s fault, to be honest. For decades actually, everything has been his fault, because Seungmin would have never been starving, pacing in front of the back entrance of a hospital if it had not been for Minho’s fault. He is starving because he has been pushing that moment for days now. Maybe at some point hunger will take over his phobia of blood and he will just jump on the first person that goes by. Or he will die of starvation. Like he could die. Fuck Minho.

Usually Minho would concede his part of responsibility in all this situation, and he would be the one to deal with the whole starving part but right now Minho has a new boy toy and has disappeared. Seungmin knows very well how all this will end up because he has been Minho’s boy toy at some point, a very long time ago, a century ago and sometimes he feels like throwing up when he thinks about it. Sure it was great at the beginning, but then it was not and Seungmin was stuck.

Stuck in the body of a twenty five year old, stuck between the eternal dilemma of drinking people’s blood or fading away in slumber in a dark place, preferably a coffin. And both sucks because Seungmin has always had a very deep phobia of blood and now he is eternally being confronted by him. Why was his twenty five years old self so damn stupid?

He feels sick, as much as he can in his vampire form at least. His body weakens and even in the night time he feels like the public lightning is hurting him, he has trouble focusing on his vision and his head hurts so much it gives him dizziness. Fuck.

It could be very easy actually, he could find one random person and suck their blood out, and all the symptoms will be gone and he will be fine to go for a few weeks again, but his phobia is just plain stupid. The idea of drinking blood out of someone makes him feel even sicker, it paralyzes him. It is probably due to the fact that he can feel the person alive, the pulsing of their blood in their artery, and the warmness of it and the body, yeah, he can not do that. He can drink out of blood pocket, the one thing Minho promised he would always make up for. Seungmin will make sure Minho will never see the end of this.

Minho did leave some indications on how he gets the blood pockets usually, the hospital he goes to and how he gets in it but contrary to Minho, Seungmin has a conscience and maybe a faint reminder of a soul. Or maybe Seungmin has not been a vampire for long enough (just a few decades, not even a century). Anyway, he is not strong enough to do all this and now he is thinking about all the humans that could die because of him stealing some blood.

Seungmin takes a moment to realize that his canines are puncturing his lower lips, blood drips out of it. His senses are all over the place now. He does not hear the door opening, but he hears the pulse of blood running in a human body and the sound of his heart beating, it makes him crave with thirst and hunger and disgusts him at the same time, chills going down his spine. He does not control it when he jumps on the poor person that has just gotten out of the hospital.

The person screams when they both fall down the floor and he only hears them like their voices are an echo because all he hears is the blood. There is no control left in his own body, just hearing himself at the very back of his mind crying because he hates it so much, hates losing any kind of control, hates hearing blood like that, but there is nothing he can do about that.

As he can see himself getting closer and closer to that poor person throat, himself is experimenting an outer body experience, he hears the person scream and he feels them fight back the weight over them, helplessly because even running out on his last forces he is still stronger and faster than this human person could ever be.

"Please don't do that," the person implores under him, "Lee Minho sent me here!"

The name acts like an electro shock for Seungmin although he does not let go of his grip, because damn this human smells so delicious and he is so hungry he cant think, and his fangs are out. However his vision refocuses a little and he sees behind him a young boy, probably around his age (when he got turned.. at least), with black hair tied on a bun on his head, a medical white coat and a terrorising expression on his face. Seungmin feels so bad and so hungry, it feels like he is going insane.

"What?" He stutters.

It is ridiculous how hard it is to speak like that.

"Lee Minho?" The person says again, "if you let go of me I promise I got the... thing you're looking for."

It takes everything, absolutely everything in Seungmin to be able to do as said, but he still manages to get off them. Very quickly they crawl away from him, it still feels very bitter to be the reason of someone's else fear, Seungmin thinks. The person searches in their lab coat pocket and then takes something out of it. Seungmin recognises the blood pockets that Minho usually stock in their fridge.

"Please dont bite me," the person whispers, handing out the blood pockets.

Seungmin considers them still on the ground in front of him, curled up over themselves only their arm extending. They are looking at him with pleading eyes. He takes a step forward and they curl up even more, he sighs and very quickly takes the blood pockets. He does not even bother and bites into the plastic immediately.

He lets out a content sigh when he feels finally the energy coming back in his body and the fog in his brain finally lifting up. Once he is done with the first pocket he gets back to his senses and suddenly realises that the person he had just attacked is still staring at him in the exact same position as before.

"I'm sorry," he mutters.

He feels ashamed of himself now. He does not know this person at all and he probably just gave them the worst fear of their life.

"Its okay," they answer although nothing in voice sounds like they are okay, "Minho warned me it could happen."

Seungmin rolls his eyes.

"You do that often?" He wonders.

"Only for Minho."

Seungmin swallows down the amount of inappropriate questions he has in his mind, although he is almost sure Minho's current boy toy's name is Jisung.

"He gives me money," he adds quickly.

"That's... okay?"

"I just didnt want you to assume stuff. He flirts a lot but it's not like that."

Seungmin stares. He can hear their heart beating faster.

"Okay," he says again.

He also notes that the stranger is very cute. Scrap that brain, he pesters at himself. The person stands up suddenly.

"I gotta go back to work."

Seungmin stops sipping on his blood pocket, "you work here?"

"Yeah, how do you think I get these?"

"But..."

They shrug, "I need the money. And you need food or else you'll do exactly what you just did to me. And its fucking scary."

"Right. Thanks."

"I'm Hyunjin by the way."

"Seungmin," he stutters.

"Well.. so, maybe I'll see you around?"

Seungmin is not sure exactly what this question involves exactly but it makes him smile slightly, "yeah. Sure."

Hyunjin smiles and waves him goodbye and goes back inside the hospital.

Maybe, just maybe, Seungmin does not hate Minho as much as usual today.

[compacflt]

pre-publishing notes for slider (actually i meant to poast this yesterday i just forgor 💀), just to put them out there

as per usual i peddle an extreme amount of mis- and straight up disinformation about the aerospace & defense industries in this one. as a general rule of thumb if it sounds like i researched it poorly and/or made it up, that’s because i researched it poorly and/or made it up. like every scene i was like ‘that wouldn’t happen :D’ and wrote it anyway

this one-shot renders my third one-shot (about ice & hangman) entirely obsolete, as if the rooster one-shot didn’t already do that. so just ignore the hangman one. (i only wrote that one cause i felt bad about tagging my fics hangster when they’re barely in it.) Also, this one-shot kind of directly contradicts the end scene of “debriefing” in pretty much every way. i don’t really care, because this is a much stronger ending, but just throwing that out there—this one-shot doesn’t really jive with my other writing for plot/character arc reasons & im too lazy/sick and tired of my other writing to go back and retcon any of it

i only research things i am mandated to by school/a job/journalistic code of ethics, or that i think are interesting, or that i know will not depress me. divorce depresses me so i did not research divorce. Also im pretty sure marriage doesn’t work the way i described it “sign the papers & that’s it” but idgaf . shrug. im having fun

something i Didn’t make up, though: the thesis that iraq/afghanistan went so poorly in the long term partly because our armed services & especially that generation of commanding officers were prepared for total warfare with a near-peer (like the ussr) instead of counterinsurgency tactics against mountain-based guerrilla warfare-stratted forces (like Al-q*eda etc). that’s a very real thesis that ive read in multiple mil history books (“the generals,” ricks; “mil history for the modern strategist,” ohanlon) & co-opted because it’s kind of, in a fucked up way, a good metaphor for ice’s whole deal—he’d been expecting a traditional officer’s life with a woman etc (aka traditional warfare against the ussr, the us’ sworn enemy) and instead found happiness in the weirdest of places, another dude (aka guerrilla warfare) and no one taught him the right strategy for dealing with that; so, pigheadedly, like some US commands in the Middle East for a decade, he just dug in his heels & refused to budge/change his "total traditional war/heteronormative"-based strategy even if it obviously wasn’t working.

In a similar vein just so i can beat the allegations that im strategically dumb, the “strategies” against the ussr the boys are playing with in the usna section are intentionally the most dogshit strategies on earth. do not invade russia in a land war. especially not when nukes are on the table. the point is they’re ALL bad at strategy (strat as a metaphor for interpersonal communication).

i get the words “moderate” and “modulate” confused a lot. there’s a couple times in this one when I use moderate and mean modulate. Now it’s too late to edit it. by which i mean i am too lazy. editing anything on ao3 is a Sisyphean task. not worth it.

there's a lot to be said about my ice & maverick's respectability, which is to say, as slider points out, their life together is incredibly normie and boring and regular, except that they're two guys. like there's nothing super subversive going on here. "in the grand scheme of things is this really so bad?" is the question. politically this is a little funky. for metatextual character-arc reasons ice has to agree to an official marriage to prove that by the end he's not afraid to legally legitimize their relationship, but the heteroflexible/straight-passing/socially conservative ice & mav that I have written also probably aren't the kind of guys to acknowledge the struggle & strife & subversiveness of the queer community before them that fought for them to have that right. to quote from an essay by Lauren berlant & Michael Warner ("Sex in public"): "Respectable gays [ice & mav, distancing themselves from other gays] like to think that they owe nothing to the sexual subculture they think of as sleazy. But their success, their way of living, their political rights, and their very identities would never have been possible but for the existence of the public [visibly queer] sexual culture they now despise." just throwing that out there as something that is weighing on my mind having now finished writing this. I think that issue (ice & mav's relationship with/debt to the lgbt community) could be explored with a character like rooster, who might be much more a part of that struggle (especially pre-dadt-repeal)...but idk where or how I would write about it. just something to chew on. I keep finding different ways to politically interpret what I myself have already written which then keeps leading to more fucking one-shots. This slider one for instance was a reinterpretation from the 1980s Cold War politics lens of nuclear doomsday & how that affected a generation of men making shitty/suicidal decisions about their lives. an endless cycle for me. "just one more interpretation...i swear just one more..."

[antique-forvalaka]

Getting to know you meme

i was tagged by @lena221bee, thank you a lot, and im very sorry about forgetting about it until now... T.T

Favourite time of the year: Autumn! i used to love winter most when i was younger, but there’s something about Autumn. With all those colourful trees, the golden autumn sun hanging low enough in the sky to throw shadows across my bedroom wall, orange leaves dancing in the wind, the smell of rain and wet piles of leaves! aaahhhh :)

Comfort foods: Crepes!

Do you collect anything: Stories! doesnt matter what medium, or general quality, just needs to be a good story! 

Favourite drinks: oh im very boring, i barely drink anything but water. Maybe a good tea now and again.

Favorite music artists: It changes a lot, but currently it’s Bombay Bicycle Club,  草東沒有派對 (No party for Caodong), Reign of Kindo, and Witchcraft

Current favourite songs: Evan Finds The Third Room, Define Me, and  情歌

Favourite fics: oh way too many to name. Though currently I’m obessed with the (ongoing) Qi Ding Gui series, and Halfway Along; i love WIPs.  But usually i have a few per fandom, and a whole subjective rating system :D

Favourite video games: Dishonored!!!!! God, i love the whole series! It is so good!

I tag: @rainsfalling, @chi-chi-chimera, @daswarschonkaputt, @enbymoomin, @owlpockets, @ashinlae​, @fractured-ice, @luckydragon10

additionally i’d also love to tag @mtkay13, but i understand your blog is purely an artblog. so you can enjoy feeling tagged :P

[makahitaki]

don't go in blind. make a plan. decide what youre getting, know where it is, be calm, and know the policy of the store. for example, Walmart will prosecute minors for any attempted theft of over $50 in merchandise.

about your plan: how many items are you getting? a list? one item? how are you concealing it? are you taking the package or are you planning on removing it from its packaging? how are you concealing it? where are you concealing it?

tips for the questions I just asked above: keep it simple, don't try to go over your head and leave with a fucking shopping cart full of shit. don't look around at the ceiling looking for a blindspot where the cameras can't see you. if you're removing something from the package, a good spot in Walmart is the clearance isle. bring your item to the clearance isle, put it on a shelf, act natural like you're looking at stuff on the shelf, and remove the packing and shove it way back in the shelf of useless clearance shit.

be fucking calm. "guilty" is one of the easiest expressions to detect. try not to let your heart rate get too high (because then you just look like a nervous fool.) my personal belief is that if you aren't able to calmly handle stealing without getting nervous, then you shouldn't be doing it in the first place.

know your rights. even if you have a stolen item in your pocket and the door greeter/security tells you to stop as youre walking out, DON'T FUCKING STOP. you're under no obligation to listen to them. and only certain positions at certain stores in certain states (laws and policies vary by company and location) are able to physically stop you. if they say "excuse please stop, id like to speak with you" just keep walking, keep looking straight, and give them a "sorry im super busy, gotta go." also, a trick I like is talking on your phone as you leave. gives you a good excuse to ignore people and security usually doesn't care to disrupt you.

if you're nervous about security beacons beeping as you walk out, try to walk out next to random person. if you both walk out at the same time and the item you're lifting sets off the alarm, give the other person a confused look and keep going. also on this topic, you should be able to identify tags. there's a lot of them, so you can look them up lol. but usually you should know how secure the time youre lifting is. clothing has plastic mag tags, makeup has RF tags, electrics have spider tags, you get it.

trust yourself. trust in your ability. be confident. but most of all, TRUST YOUR FUCKING GUT. if you feel like you've been made and security/workers are onto you, don't chalk it up as you just being nervous and paranoid. if you have a bad feeling you can't shake and you've made eye contact with the one worker too many times from across the store, dump your shit and go.

sometimes employees will talk to you even if they aren't on to you. don't let this throw you off. it's their job to make sure you're doing alright and to see if you need help. if they approach you and ask how you're doing and you jump, start stuttering, and blush, that throws up quite a few red flags.

most stores, employees aren't even allowed to accuse you. I worked retail and I would have been fired for even subtly implying to a customer that they had a shirt in their bag. we could be making eye contact as they put unpaid merchandise in their bag, and I couldn't say shit. you can use this to your advantage, but only once per store. it's a stupid tactic.

hmmmm personal experience and accounts. so may/may not work.

When entering a store look for 3 things immediately:

1.are there many people on duty?

2.how many cameras? (where are they? is there a blind spot?)

3.are there security alarms at the entrance/exit? DON'T TRY IT!

with these things in mind you gotta make sure you are CERTAIN. if the vibes are off/you don't feel confident, DON'T CHANCE IT.

if you can help it don't do it alone, have a person actually Buy some things and use them to be your cover/distraction.

I have my brother help me out and i am what we call the Bag Carrier, it's a decently sized shopping bag that any onlookers would think is just a reusable shopping bag. 1 it is. 2. having it Pre-filled or kinda big/baggy lookin is good. no one ever thinks the person who entered a store With A Full Bag could be lifting. A stroller-bag is also a great cover!

Have it on display or in the open a few times, change the bag each time if you can, and don't be side-eyeing anyone, there's nothing more suspicious than a person who looks around like a maniac. be calm, be friendly, be careful and pick things up close to your body. know your time don't spend 20mins in a store most people take 5-15 mins to shop, dont loiter, keep moving, act interested in certain items.

now listen here.. these are some of the hardest times to be alive in and i hate that we have to resort to this, I'm an unemployed adult with too many diagnosis to be working with the rest of the country, i do what i can to live, i don't care if it's Wrong to Steal! i think it's wrong to artificially inflate every item and prioritize capital over basic needs tyvm

[eager-wolfboy]

💜 Journal

18 June 2023

Introduction

I really want to start using this account for my pleasure. I mean, it’s already for my pleasure, but I’m always bogged down by worries that my posts are macabre or just overall unsexy. So! To try and break that vibe of “I don’t feel worthy enough for the space I made for myself”, I’ve decided to make this! Every time I have a notable sex experience, I’ll note it here, maybe with a tag, maybe with a reblog. If not to be more comfortable with the idea to express myself, then to hopefully get myself hot and bothered again jandjckslkcns

I guess with that out of the way…

Today’s intrigue! Soundgasm: revisited

So I’d only tried Soundgasm two times at this point, both were from following rabbit holes on Tumblr, haha. They were an odd mixture of hot and laughable. I think I even posted about the first time I’d used the website and was directed to some dude narrating like he was a soccer player? I didn’t mean to yuck anyone’s yum; I was just amazed that soccer could be someone’s yum.

For additional context, I’ve been struggling a lot with gender recently. Well, “recently” is better defined as “an ongoing backburner struggle I also don’t want to bother people with”. Point is supposed to be that masculine affirmation really…gets me, you know? As in, being affirmed as masculine, not necessarily someone masculine affirming me— ok, you know what?

Heart of the matter is despite my self doubt and loathing, I listened to this audio; it’s a transmasc JOI. And it?? Was so fucking good?????? God I’ve been thinking about it all day; what a wonderful fuck it was. It definitely helped that I’d used my toy during (even though it wasn’t part of the instructions, oops). But hhhhhhh ok ok lemme ramble about this

Spoilers ahead I guess?

I’m not really a masochist but there was a part where he told me to slap my cock and MHHNNNNNNNNNNNNJESUS FUCK I’d never felt so pathetic but soooooooo good. I think I straight up started WHIMPERING dear lord

Oh god or when he asked me to pretend like I was fucking someone and then he mocked me for looking so desperate?????????!?? Degradation is usually so bad for me but this just made me so hazy and dizzy and!!!!! I swear if I had a tail it’d be fuckin WAGGING right now

OH GOD OR WHEN HE FUCJED WITH TIME GODDDDGSHSGDHDHSJLSA SO there was like a 10 second countdown but he kept filling it with filler words or rushing the numbers and hhhhhhhhhnnn I couldn’t help but be so obedient and wait so patiently

OH OH IH!! AND!!!!! A really big part of me using the toy was that it’s um…. ///// a toy I basically made myself ….. it’s just a thick Sharpie and makeup brush wrapped together with medical tape and topped off with a new condom per use (thank god I go to a sex-positive college that basically throws condoms at students). I’m really really embarrassed about it because it’s kind of my baby but when I told my friend about it, they (lovingly yet really embarrassingly) pitied me and it UGH IM RAMBLING AGAIN HOKY FUCK The point is that this thing was embarrassingly big the first time for me but this time it slid in like a CHAMP and it wasn’t like it hit certain buttons right, but overall every moment just felt like heaven???? It only burned for the first few minutes this time (just like in the fanfics!! Ugh, it’s downright horrific that that’s where a majority of my sex education comes from), and I used a lot of lube to help it (because I actually got enough lube this time 🥲)!!!!!! I was really dumb and didn’t stock up on condoms and lube before school let out and I’m distraught because that means I can only really use my baby like… two more times and then I’ll be in a dry spell. But it’s like now that I’ve gone in I don’t think I can go back but I’ll have to and uGHHHHHHHHHHH but it’s probably good that I don’t use it a lot because it tends to leave me like…this, hahahaha. Like all still horny about it hours later

I forgot what I was talking about….god I want to listen to that audio again. I want to feel like that again. It was so good. Fuck.

[feralrosie]

the silence of a (heart)beat

The Wayhaven Chronicles

Mason/Corinna (F!Detective)

Words: 3,3k

Rating: G

Tags: There is nothing but fluff in here

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Mason can't sleep, doesn't need to sleep, and could be doing anything else back at the Warehouse. Yet there he is once again: lying on Corinna’s bed, holding her close to his chest, and watching the moon slowly stroll across the night sky. Pale blue light leaks into the room, reaching the equally faint white skin of the woman in his arms. She looks in peace wearing his black long-sleeved shirt as oversized pyjamas—a habit that he was not sure when started, but that wasn’t as bad as it seemed, especially because her smell would linger a little bit longer in his clothes.

It’s not like he is uncomfortable, quite the opposite actually, he can’t remember a day when he felt so at ease, but there is a tingling sensation deep down his chest that he can’t pinpoint what is and that is preventing him from sleeping. Maybe it’s because he slept the night before—with her, in her apartment—or maybe it’s because he fed this morning and his senses are still boosted.

No matter. Feels good.

He brushes a lock of raven hair from her face, letting the tip of his fingers sense the warmth of her skin, and watches when she pouts and frowns in her sleep. Even in dreams, she is still fierce and Mason can’t help but smile at the sight.

He has been dreaming a lot more lately, too. It’s not always pleasant dreams, and some of them are fucking nonsensical, but Nate says it’s because he’s sleeping heavier and for longer periods of time, so his mind can wander through the unconscious realms easily or something like that. There were times when he would go an entire week having slept just two hours, but only this weekend he spent ten—ten—hours in bed with Corinna, sleeping.

And it feels good.

Mason tries to not think about that insistent prickle in his chest. Perhaps it’s a heart attack.

He looks at the ceiling, following the contour of shadows cast by moonlight. Vampires can’t have heart attacks.

Rolls to his side, placing his forearm behind his head and over the pillow. Could be something he ate.

He pulls the sheets over to cover the small figure of the woman in his arms. He doesn’t eat.

When Corinna snuggles closer, wrapping a leg over his waist and resting her tiny hands over his chest, the tingling is back.

He needs air.

Mason is careful to untangle her limbs from his body and takes excessive time to get out of the bed, making sure Corinna is still sleeping and well covered by her duvet. It’s a warm night, enough for him to feel comfortable wearing only his underwear, but he recalls her saying that she can’t sleep well without a blanket or sheets. Just because he can’t sleep, doesn’t mean he must condemn her to the same fate.

He walks to the living room, approaching the windows to look into the night. If it was not for the wind softly blowing the canopies, Wayhaven would look like a painting, silent and still. Mason likes it there, despite refusing to acknowledge it out loud, and even though the town’s square can get crowded on weekdays. He lets the navy blue image of the outside sink into his mind, shaping a memory that combines the cold touch of the glass panel against his knuckles as he holds the heavy curtains with the smell of Corinna’s apartment, a mix of coffee (from her hands) and coconut (from her hair).

There’s a soft drum in the air, too, like the comforting background noise from a forest, and an atmospheric heat that embraces his body. Feels good, and Mason allows himself to smile as he turns away from the window. His attention falls to the mess that is that home, although he admits it could be worse—and that he may have contributed to it during their earlier fun that ended in her room. The detective’s clothes are on the floor, a plain black t-shirt that contrasts with the lacy violet bra by its side, and he picks up the pieces. Idly plays with the fabric between his fingers as he takes it to the washing machine when he stumbles on her pants next to the bedroom door on his way. He chuckles when the memory of her voice echoes in his mind: all teasing and laughter while asking him to slow down, her fingers desperately trying to lift his shirt.

A hard thump hits the machine when Mason throws the clothes inside, and he arches an eyebrow while searching the pockets of her jeans. He finds her phone, taps the screen to check the battery and goes back to her room to plug it in the charger—she gets grumpy when she forgets to charge it, especially because she’s also always forgetting her charger at home. Maybe he could order one from the Agency and give it to her, so she would always have one in the Station, or maybe he could just buy one himself before his next patrol tomorrow and give it to her. It’s not like he needs to do it, but it’s convenient.

Detective sleeping, windows closed, living room tidied up, phone charging… Now what? He thinks, perching against the door frame between the bed and living rooms to scout the apartment. Mason crosses his arms in front of his chest and doesn’t notice when his eyes are drawn to the woman once again. She’s hugging his pillow—not his, but the one he uses—and seems to be comfortable, in peace. Almost as if there is not a bounty on her head—the only reason why Unit Bravo needs to babysit her all over again, every night (he volunteers most nights).

To be completely honest, he could admit that he prefers to do nothing in Corinna’s company than to be alone in the Warehouse all night, but then the fucking tingling would be back. Mason lets out a heavy sigh, turning his face away from the bedroom. Maybe he just prefers to make sure she’s safe.

As his mind wanders back and forth from the presence of the detective, his eyes spot a shadow by the sofa, nearly as tall as Corinna herself, something that wasn’t there two days ago when he last visited her. Intrigued, Mason glances one last time at the woman in bed—just making sure—and walks back to the next room. Takes just a moment for him to realise the silhouette is of a half-opened instrument case and, by the size of it, of a bass. It doesn’t come as a surprise that Corinna can play the bass, even though she has never mentioned it, but one would assume that someone who listens to (too loud) music would also try playing it.

What surprises him, however, is that the bass itself is not plain black like he expected. The body is of a rich shade of red with no shield, though Mason notices a few screw holes indicating that there was one at some point, and a dark wooden neck. There are some scratches next to the frets, but otherwise, the entire thing seems very well-kept. He takes it off the case entirely, admiring the instrument for a few seconds before sitting on the couch and bringing it to his lap. His fingers trace the sharp design of the body up to the headstock. Can’t help but imagine Corinna doing it instead, such a heavy instrument on top of her tiny figure would make her look even smaller but no less breathtaking.

His fingers close around the neck, left palm running up and down along it, and he feels each string metallic-cold, certainly rough enough to hurt. Corinna’s hands, however, are way too soft for her to play regularly—Mason recalls bringing them to his lips, letting her touch him as she pleases while stealing a kiss from her fingertips, his own caressing her knuckles and wrapping around her wrist; her heartbeat pounding into his mouth.

His right arm rests around the bass and his hand falls over the bridge, risking touching the strings there, too. Before he realises it, his index and middle fingers are perching on the top string, and he’s not sure how but he knows it’s called the fourth string, an E note, followed downwards by the third, second and first; A, D, G.

Mason pulls the fourth string up just slightly and releases it back to its place, making it rumble like thunder, so deep that it echoes through the apartment and creeps to his neck underneath his hair. It’s loud and powerful, but feels muffled when the bass is not connected to an amp. Even so, the vampire’s eyes switch to the bedroom door, worried he might wake up the detective.

The note fades away in the air as the string calms down, and all Mason can hear is the comfortable background drumming again.

Corinna is still sleeping. Her human ears probably won’t be bothered if he tried again.

He pulls the third cord, a slightly higher note takes over the living room.

His stormy grey eyes keep focused on the opened door.

No change.

It’s safe to continue, just for a little longer, and so he taps the second string as his left index holds it down on the fretboard. The sound he hears is now an F, if he recalls correctly, and he lets his finger slide down the cord. The shifting sound envelops him as he goes from the third fret to the fifth, and when he’s back on the second of the first string, the vibrations start sounding like something.

Another finger joins, then another, and suddenly he has four exploring the length of the bass. Tries to avoid the gritting texture by not pressing too hard on the strings, but the bass is as harsh as it is delightful. The soft humming of the thick strings reverberates around him, almost like wrapping himself back in Corinna’s duvet and resting his head on her pillow, feeling the warmth of her in every note.

He is not sure if he is playing it right or what he is playing at all. Surely it is something he heard in the past hundred years, but somehow his fingers trace the bass so naturally that he doubts it’s just muscle memory. As far as he remembers, music was never his thing. It’s loud, overwhelming, painful—and, sure enough, his fingers hurt as he presses and pulls one string after the other, but the stinging of the metal vanishes as he releases the sound from it.

His powers come with as many issues as there are advantages, and the constant healing of his fingertips is not proving itself to be useful. Mason senses the ghost of calluses where the bass cuts him, but the waves of the music wash his thoughts and he lets himself sigh, shoulders relaxing. Long fingers travel around the neck over the third and second strings, choreographed in an invisible tab that he feels more than he remembers.

G

D 3 ‿ 3 — 2 — 0 ‿ 0                — 2

A              — 3 — 1 ‿ 1 — 3 ‿ 3

E

No lyrics follow his movements, and he keeps his pacing with the soft background drumming of the air that serves to him like a metronome. Doesn’t notice when his eyes close and his foot begins to tap over the thin rug,

five, six, seven, eight;

one, two, three, four…

Long locks of dark hair frame his cheekbones and jawline, shielding him from the outside world and letting him dive deep into the melody he plays. Even the movement of his chest, rising up and coming back down as he breathes, seems to follow each note, each vibration that caresses his arms and enters his chest.

G       — 2 — 3 — 3 — 2

D 3 — 3 — 5         — 5 — 3 — 3

A

E                     — 3 — 1 — 3 — 5

The chorus that follows is much simpler, just a couple of notes over the same frets that almost sound like improvise—much like a great portion of his life lately. Playing the bodyguard is much easier than he expected, even if Corinna gets him off balance and he doesn't think much before he acts with her. It’s peaceful to be around her—like muscle memory, but not quite it.

Feels good.

The two of them just work together surprisingly well, considering that neither have a history of making a lot of friends. It’s like they have always known how to navigate each other in the absence of words—and took them long enough to realise they do not need a lot of those either. For whatever loud music she likes to listen to, Corinna herself is the opposite, so much so that she makes the world around her quieter, too.

Having her close to him, even if she’s in the other room as he plays idle notes on her bass, is something he could get used to. It doesn’t matter where or when he learned to play it—it’s like he has also always known that—or what was that prickling in his chest earlier. He is just spending some time. Just harmless fun.

Not even Adam needs to worry about it. Mason is not distracted, he is still very aware of his surroundings, especially of that soft drumming that he notices is getting closer and a little bit faster. Weird.

He heard it all around Wayhaven before, though is not all the time and he never gives much thought to it. Recalling it now, the first time he heard it was on the roof of the Warehouse with Corinna, but he also could feel (more than hear) it in that path through the woods that leads from the station to her apartment and that she seems to love, given the number of times she asks him to accompany her there instead of using her car.

Thus why he assumed it was just the forest, but then it wouldn’t be so close now. Curiosity takes the best of him, and he turns his face to the right to look at the windows. The night scenery outside is unchanged. Mason frowns, his fingers never hesitating on the strings as he tries to zero his attention on the drumming. Silver eyes roam the canopies, the sky, enters back into the apartment and follow each note he plays on a path in the air.

Oh.

He finds the source quite easily.

Corinna is standing under her door frame, arms hugging her own torso as she watches him silently, almost mimicking him moments before while she was asleep. She has her head resting against the wood and a lazy smile on her lips.

Her heart is beating to the pacing of his music.

(or, more likely, is the other way around).

The way she looks at him makes him wonder if she’s admiring or just amused by the ridiculousness of his attempt as a musician. He is not self-conscious enough to be ashamed of it, and so he keeps playing the bass, the same sequences over and over again, as his gaze explores the sight of her and everything he likes noticing about her image: the way his shirt is clearly too large for her tiny form, her short hair almost falling from behind her ear back to her face, the way her eyes, as dark as the night itself, shifts from his foot to his hands and finally to meet his own.

The silence of her heartbeat wraps him in music. It steals a smile from his lips and lets his stiff features relax on his face, just for a while as his eyes close again and he combines the sound he hears with the ones he makes. Barely even notices how his hands move or how he taps on the cords, and much less how his fingertips are starting to burn a little. Just lets himself be seen for a while longer.

“I didn’t know you had a bass,” Mason says, still letting his fingers travel through the notes while his gaze falls back to her.

“I didn’t know you could play. I like this song.”

“I don’t know which song it is.”

“It’s Earth Angel.” A smile plays on the corner of her lips as she approaches him, sitting by his side on the couch. “I think the original artists are called The Penguins, but it plays in that Back to the Future movie.”

“Never heard of it.”

“We watched it together, in the Warehouse with Felix.” Her fingers rest featherlight over his as he plays, even if his hand is much larger than hers. “And I’m always listening to it, so you probably picked it up through my earphones.”

She is kind enough to not inquire him further and her fingers follow his movements, careful to not disturb their song. Being so close to her makes his own heart flutter, and suddenly he can’t feel the rough touch of the strings hurting his fingers anymore, only the delicate caress of her hand against his. It only gets worse to focus when her voice, low and a little husky, joins the humming of the strings.

Earth angel — earth angel — please be mine

His gaze is drawn to her face, but she is not looking back at him. The dark brown of her irises keeps focused on the bass, each word following a note, dancing on the air between the two of them. He leads their waltz with the bass, her voice sways gorgeously with the rhythm and now his fingers move by themselves as he is too hypnotised to think about notes and frets.

My darling ‿ dear, — love you — all the time

Colour rises to her cheeks as she continues, probably aware of his eyes on her, but neither one of them move. That is, at least until her piercing gaze is on his again, shifting to his mouth for a mere moment in the middle of the lyrics, and only so he notices his lips contouring the words as if stealing the sounds that pour from her mouth, trying to drink the music of her. He plays, and she follows. She sings, he follows.

I'm just ‿ a fool, — a fool in love — with you

There is no way of holding back that infuriating tingling that comes back to life in his chest anymore. He can’t even lie and say it’s not there because it prickles him more than the strings under his fingers ever could—and yet, he doesn’t hate it. Mason focus all of his attention on the woman by his side and how familiar her presence is. Surprising to figure out that he has been doing exactly that for months now. She is as soothing as she is fierce and, somehow, he finds his way to her as if he always knew how.

The song comes to a harsh end when his pinky holds the wrong note and makes the bass shriek between them. It stings his hearing and Mason flinches.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, letting go of his grip on the neck of the bass.

Her fingers intertwine on his and she brings them to her lap as her other hand brushes a lock of hair from his cheek to cup his jawline. Mason lets himself be pulled into a kiss, so delicate that he doubts it’s even there, only to mourn its absence when she leans backs.

“I will go back to bed,” she whispers against him before standing up and walking lazy steps back to her room. She halts by the door and turns back to him, smiling tenderly, “Play a little bit more. It’s comfortable, like listening to your heartbeat.”

He simply nods, watching her smile widening.

“Goodnight, Mason.”

“Night, Cora.”

Feels good.

[sungbeam]

HEY DUCKIE <3

this is my request for your open request event

a svt au/fic (w wonwoo if you can but I don't mind who it is tbh) where fem!oc is another members older sister and (im going to say wonwoo but I really don't mind who it is haha) wonwoo has the BIGGEST FATTEST JUICIEST crush on her and oc is the biggest flirt ever so wonwoos convinced she likes (any other member im just giving an example again) sungcheol, oc is also completely unaware of said crush and oc is just like really cool (idk why but I just imagine her being one of those people everyone wants to be friends w) so everyday wonwoo just falls for her more, until he asks her out on a drunk date and the other members end up tagging along (its up to you if you want it to be a happy or a sad ending)

I just made this up on the spot 😭

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵

jeon wonwoo x fem!reader

1.8k words, wonu is whipped asf, hard pining, fluff, cursing, vernon makes an accidental double entendre lmao, scene by scene!, wonu thinks u like hoshi, drinking/drunk wonu doesn't make sense, kind of abrupt ending ? cries, not proofread ofc

a/n: tysm for sending in a request hua <3 i wasn't able to fit in the actual date im sorry :') but i might write a sequel where we can go into more detail abt the sebongs following the date 👀✨ anyways i hope u enjoy!! (also literally can't believe u came up w all of that on the spot i mean hOw TT)

"I think you just need to tell her, hyung," Boo Seungkwan shouted to Jeon Wonwoo from over the sound of the loud bass blasting throughout Seungcheol's apartment. As per usual, the gang had all conspired to barge in on Seungcheol's place and throw a mini party for themselves. They called it a "stress reliever"; Seungcheol preferred "stress multiplier". 

Wonwoo's eyes flitted across the living room to where you were stationed at Cheol's foosball table by the window. You were partnered with Hoshi, and played against Seokmin and Mingyu. The two of you—you and Hoshi—had been jostling each other around with playful punches to each other's arms, hands covering each other's to play their handles, and so on. It was a splendid affair of flirting, and it made Wonwoo gulp his cup of beer down hard. 

Seungkwan went on. "I mean, noona's just flirty like that to everyone, y'know? Everyone except for me—"

"And me," Wonwoo muttered under his breath. 

Seungkwan pretended he didn't hear it. "—so you never know! You just… air it out. What harm could it do?"

What harm? Wonwoo loved Seungkwan (to a private extent; he wasn't about to tell the kid outright or he would never live it down), but even he had to admit that there was bound to be some kind of harm in confessing his massive crush on you. It was strange at first, the way his heart always made a little skip when he saw you, or the way his breath hitched whenever he heard you say his name. And when you made conversation with him? He wondered how on earth he could even choke out the word "hi" back. 

A presence appeared on the other side of Wonwoo, settling onto the leather couch with a bottle of soju in hand. "Yah, what bullshit are you trying to tell him this time, Seungkwannie-ah?" Jihoon sighed, then pursed his lips against the bottle and took a drink. 

Seungkwan gaped. "Bullshit? Hyung! I'm literally Yn's brother; I know best!"

Wonwoo tilted his head in begrudging agreement. Seungkwan definitely had a point there. 

He glanced your way again, in time to watch Hoshi pick you up and spin you around after the two of you managed to win the match against Seokmin and Mingyu. 

Wonwoo's heart sank, but he was glad you won—even if your smile was so pretty and happy it made his chest ache; even if Hoshi got to smell that nice perfume you wore all the time; and even if your eyes found his in the midst of the chaos—

Record scratch. Oh fuck. 

Wonwoo wondered if he looked as calm outwardly as he wasn't inwardly. Dear god, you just waved at him. 

He couldn't help but smile back at you, in that soft, fond sort of way he had unique to him. Maybe he couldn't scramble the words together to tell you his true feelings, but maybe the universe would send you a message in that private way of his. 

Wonwoo definitely wished the universe would just speed up in its "working its magic". It was taking an awfully long time to give him a sign, but it was terribly good at continuing to make him fall faster and harder. Falling for you was falling into a bottomless pit, but it was freeing and frightening at the same time. 

He didn't often believe in fate, but desperate people found faith. Not that he was desperate or anything. No, definitely not. 

"Wonwoo!"

Well, there went his heart. 

A small smile found its was to his lips as he turned to greet you. You and Seungkwan had just arrived at the restaurant, and you happened to greet him first. Coincidence? Probably. At least, that was what Wonwoo thought. 

"Hey, Yn-ah," he said lowly, softly. 

Your smile softened at its corners and in the crinkle of your eyes. You stopped behind his chair with one hand propped on the back. Oh good god he could smell your perfume— "Good to see you! I feel like it's been ages since I last got to talk to you. Still running that book club?"

His eyebrows shot up like the speed of his heartbeat. "You remembered?"

"Of course, I did! You can ask Kwannie; it's all I talk about."

Seungkwan made a face, his nose wrinkling. "Yeah, it is," he confirmed. "If she didn't have to work, she'd be there, hyung. I'll tell you that." He sank into the seat next to Vernon and Chan, the two of whom were hogging the paper checklist for All You Can Eat sushi. 

Wonwoo couldn't believe his ears. He'd known you loved to read, but he didn't realize you actually cared about his book club. When he looked at you, he could've sworn there was a smattering of pink on your cheekbones. 

Cute. 

He tugged out the empty chair next to him. "Here, please, you should sit—"

"YN-IEEEE!" Hoshi screeched from the other end of the table like a hyena. He waved his arms around wildly. "I saved you a seat!" He smacked his hand down against the empty seat beside him, beckoning you over. 

You chuckled to yourself. "Ah, sorry Woo. Gotta go cater to our tiger cub. But we'll have to catch up on book talk soon, yeah?"

"Of course," he promised with a small nod of his head. 

You bit your lip through your smile, your hand grazing his shoulder, and then you were gone. Wonwoo kind of wished you'd sat down next to him instead. 

Wonwoo was drinking again. Why? Well, the reason he would say was because Seungcheol was paying. The actual reason was because you showed up to Joshua's promotion celebration in a killer little black dress. No, it was not killer, but rather murderous. As in, he was murdering his throat as he threw back shot after shot, trying to erase the delusional little fantasies popping up in his head. 

"I think you need to chill," Vernon said with a hand over Wonwoo's to stop him from reaching for his fifth shot of the night. Vernon's eyebrows creased in concern. "Like, respectfully. But drinking isn't gonna erase that dress—I mean, you probably wanna erase the—"

"Jesus, Vernon," Wonwoo swore. Now he'd done it. Delusional just got ramped up a level. What was it? Was he a simp now? 

Wonwoo dragged a hand down his face. It wasn't like he wasn't dressed nicely either. He thought he looked pretty damn good when he'd walked out in the slightly unbuttoned black button down and suit jacket, tailored suit pants, the works. He'd even tried his hand at the slightest bit of black eyeliner, and at this point, it was just gonna end up smudged. "I'm not trying to forget," he enunciated the latter word very carefully against Vernon's megawatt smile, "I'm just trying to… distract myself."

"It's just a little sad, bro. You and Yn used to be really close before…"

"She and Hoshi got close," Wonwoo finished half-heartedly. That called for another shot. 

"No, I mean, before you realized your undying love for her and decided to be melodramatic about it." At Wonwoo's scowl, Vernon's hands shot up in the air in surrender. "Respectfully."

Both of the men's eyes wandered over to where you and Hoshi were currently taking pictures together to the side. It was like a miniature James Bond-esque photoshoot, and even Joshua had ditched his celebrators to join you. He had practically stolen you from Hoshi, the latter of which pouted while he watched Seokmin take yours and Joshua's pictures. 

Wonwoo grabbed another shot glass from the bar counter behind him, and just as he did so, Vernon joined him. 

"We might as well finally test who's got the higher tolerance," Vernon said with a shrug. 

Wonwoo laughed and clinked his glass against Vernon's. "Cheers, my friend."

And in the end, Vernon had ended up being the one passed out on Joshua's shoulder in the back of an Uber. The night had dulled as the friends all slowly became either too tired or too drunk to continue partying. With Joshua and Vernon gone, Seungcheol began plucking off the rest to make sure everyone had a ride home. 

However, Wonwoo remained slumped at the bar, his chin propped on his arms as they laid on the bar counter. He drew aimless hearts on the surface of the polished wood, mind somewhere in the realm of rose-tinted sunsets. The alcohol was definitely hitting him now, and even if he didn't become ape-shit crazy when drunk, he did become a little more… lovey-dovey. 

He felt a hand clasp him on the shoulder. "Your lucky night, Woo," Junhui said to him with a slyness in his voice. "Yn-ie wants to make sure you're okay."

Wonwoo hardly registered Jun's words or his departure, but he did realize that you were sliding onto the barstool next to him and calling the bartender for a glass of water. The water glass was pushed toward him, and you nudged his arm. 

"Sit up, Wonwoo. Come on, let's drink some water for me, hm?"

Wonwoo did not move; except, his eyes slowly adjusted to fix upon you. There was this sort of… flushed glow about you that made you look like an angel in this hazy daze of his. "Mm-mm," he hummed with a miniscule shake of his head. 

Your face contorted into an adorable confused expression that made him smile. "Everyone's leaving, Woo. We gotta sober you up."

"Are you sober?" He murmured. His words were slurred slightly, but he spoke so low anyway that one couldn't tell. 

You chuckled, shaking your head slightly. "Not really. But I'm a lot more sober than you are. I saw you drinking earlier, mister," you teased, wagging your finger at him. 

He giggled—yes, giggled. 

"Were you drinking so much for a reason?" You asked offhandedly as you nudged him to drink the water again. 

This time, Wonwoo slowly sat up and took the water cup. "Mhm," he said into the cup as he took a little sip. "You."

You blinked. "Me?"

"Mhm." Wonwoo drained the water cup and set it on the table. "If I drink more water, will you take me out?"

"Take—" you stammered, eyes wide, "—take you out? You want me to like… take you home? Take you outside? Take—"

Wonwoo shook his head. "Mm-mm," he slurred again. He propped the side of his head against his fist this time, viewing you from a slightly different angle that made your cheeks look rosy and your expression bashful. Or was that reality? "Take me out on a date. You owe me for drinking water like you wanted me to."

Okay, so maybe he was really drunk. He was gonna slap himself in the morning for this.

You laughed, but it wasn't the kind of laughter where you thought he was being hilariously ridiculous. Rather, you found him so endearingly adorable with his shameless words and goofy grin. You kind of wished he smiled like that all the time—without restraint. 

But you were nodding, and Wonwoo was grinning from ear to ear like he'd won a million dollars. 

"Okay," you said, your lips curling upward as you stood up and offered a hand to him, "I'll take you out, Wonwoo."

a/n: pls do remember to rb, comment, etc if u liked it!! ty for reading :3

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can we see your sbr Giorno's friends?

yknow i was gonna just draw Gio with maybe one or two of the ideas for lil buddies she'd have and talk about them a bit

but per usual I went over the top and drew her a whole main group of friends so here you hope this is what you wanted

a solid lil group of five that vary in how much iv fleshed them out,, i just have for sure i wanted a lil Lisa Lisa type lady to be in Gios group, and settled on all of them being named after Renaissance paintings and painters.

I dont have much thought out in the ways of them meeting one another or any goals for them, or stand abilities or much of that. But know that these guys are FRIENDS and can fit SO many issues in them <33

I do think giving it a more p4 storyline kinda vibe thats more center to one small area problem and being on the more slice of life style of story telling could be fun...

Mona, the oldest of this lil rag tag group, meant to be a lot like a Lisa Lisa type for the group ^^

im thinking shes the only non stand user of their group but mm debating it truly. I imagine a more focus on her character as one of the last of the guards to be full tried in spin for this use. if she had a stand to any degree it be like gyro where its hardly a thing.

I also do like the idea of her having history or forming a connection with Jorge with him being a reoccurring character through Giorno as the two grew up kinda distant but fairly close none the less form of cousins to one another.

Taking, obviously a bit of inspo from the Pucci's on this one. Floridian man struggles with microaggressions on multiple different fronts, loses faith in god and struggles to figure out how to see the good in life.

I dont know much of what i wanna do with his stand but Daisy did suggest an invisibility facet to them,,, potentially thinking to take some inspo from portal on this one specifically with the slime they introduce with being able to build up speed or make bouncy floors and stuff, something along those lines but a lil more built up,,,

very silly wild girl kinda character, a real richy rich philanthropist type. All talk, wouldnt know how to handle herself if things went wrong for her for even a second.

i have NO idea what to do with her stand ability I just really like the idea of it being made out of fashion magazine clippings (again ty Daisy for such a baller suggestions)

Of course theres our protag main girl, Giorno. Daughter of Diego and Hot Pants. Named after Diegos mother's maiden name. Very much meant to be like a mixture of P5 Giorno and Trish. Giorno whos a lil louder and meaner and has a bit of a more broken moral compass most of the time but is just more or less broken as a person who cant seem to be able to snuff out that last little golden light in her heart that tells her to do good.

Her stand Born to be, which is the name I think I'm 100% settling on for it... im still not 100% sold on what I exactly want its power to be, but I am thinking it would be like a "healer" type stand of the group and having a "mending" like ability with being able to patch anything together or treat any material like fabric and sew it to other materials like a brick wall to clothing fabric. or sewing parts of concrete together to make a wall... just throwing some ideas at the wall, seein what sticks.

And! last and youngest member of the group, Venus. A bit of a loner who has suddenly found herself glued to Gios click and cant seem to figure out why shes so terribly fascinated with being around them. Yes Mona is teaching her spin and Gio is like a russian doll with layers she wants to unwrap, but she doesn't need to hover around them everyday for that... So she's kinda wonder what the deal with that is? is it? a sense of found family??? or?? something? gross..

As for her stand i again dont have anything set in stone beyond it being able to do stuff with technology, maybe like an old school paisy park kinda beast. maybe something to do with noises,,,

I do like the idea of Venus learning spin from Mona and Venus using it like a dog toy for Atomic dog and playing fetch with it as a way to incorporate her stand ability with her spin ability.

[hugheshugs]

cloud nine | q. hughes

THIS FIC IS 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

this one was requested !!

prompts: #10 — "huggy doesn't like hugs, hm?" // #13 — "call me right fucking now.

summary: quinn has a bad game and needs to let out his frustrations. all he wants to do is make you feel good.

pairing: (take this with a grain of salt) dom!quinn x sub!reader

warnings: oral (f!recieving), fingering.

word count: 2.1k

note: my first nsfw fic, idk how i feel abt it but its not very good.. i tried tho :/

taglist: @heatabovejakey @boeswhore @this-is-ally-and-im-confused @bbrissonn* (only tagged ppl i know are 18+), join my taglist here :)

quinn had a bad game. to say he's.. frustrated would be an understatement. he's mad, furious, he needs something to help him calm down. rather, someone.

that someone being you.

you and quinn aren't really dating, per se, but you're close friends and you know each other's limits.. and kinks. you know he likes dominating and he knows you like being dominated, something neither of you dare share with anyone other than each other.

which is why sex with anyone else amounts to nothing when compared to what you both have. he knows that right now you're the only release he needs and he's going to get it no matter what.

picking up his phone, he opens his messages, heart racing as he begins texting you.

quinn: are you busy?

you: hi! no, i was just going to text you.. you played rlly well tonight

quinn: bullshit. call me right fucking now.

obeying his demand, you don't hesitate to press the little phone icon. the first ring didn't even get to finish before he answered.

"good girl, listening so well for me," he praises immediately and your face heats up.

"is something wrong?" you ask after a moment, his texts and the noticeable sound of his heavy breathing confusing you a bit.

"no, nothing's wrong, baby. i just miss you, a lot. i need you."

his aching tone of voice forces a spark in the pit of your stomach and you stand up instantly, grabbing a jacket and your keys before running down to your car.

"i'm coming, okay? i'll be there soon."

"drive safe. don't rush."

you know he's fighting hard not to tell you to speed and get to his apartment as quick as you can so you simply mutter a quick goodbye before settling into the driver's seat and making your way to him.

quinn gets hard merely at the thought of you. he sits on the couch, his bulge straining against the zipper of his jeans as it craves to be touched. he almost reaches down to soothe the ache, beginning to feel like you're taking hours to reach him but he doesn't. this pent up frustration and lust is all for you. he'd make himself wait.

finally, he hears you opening his front door with the key he gave you and lets out a sigh of relief. pulling his shirt over his head and onto the ground, he sees you walking over to him with a smile on your face.

"hi quinn.. i missed you," you say quietly, stradling him and wrapping your arms around his body.

he lets out a low breath and pulls you away, dark eyes glaring into yours. the feeling of you against his bare chest is almost too much for him to handle.

"what's wrong? huggy doesn't like hugs, hm?"

the glare doesn't leave his face. "you know what's wrong."

you smile, the look on his face being too cute for your heart to handle. feeling a bit bolder than usual (thanks to the growing wetness in your underwear), you hold his shoulders and push him back into his seat. you align your clothed core with his bluge and sink down, rocking your hips back and forth.

his hands find your hips and squeeze as you pick up your pace, throwing your head back in pleasure. hot and heavy breaths escape your mouth, driving quinn wild as you dry hump him.

"mm, fuck quinn. need to get ready for you," you nearly whine, dipping your head into the crook of his neck. the heat of his body tickles your cheeks and you want to feel it all over you right this second.

"seems like you were already a bit prepared.." he bites his lip and closes his eyes at the feeling of you grinding against him. the relief was instant.

"i was.. watching the— the game," you tell him as best as you can. "you looked so h-hot, i wanted you so bad."

he grabs your chin with his fingers and brings your lips to his, your movements slow down as you melt into the kiss but he doesn't mind. the feeling of your mouths pressed against each other does more to calm his mind than anything else.

hungrily, he slips his tongue past yours, feeling every bit of your mouth as best as he can. your heart pounds against your chest and you sigh into his mouth when he bites your lip. your hands reach behind his neck and you lightly tug at his hair, inciting a low moan from him.

you pull away breathless, a string of saliva connecting you two and he looks down at it in disgust. you laugh at his reaction through heaved breaths.

"that's fucking nasty."

"that's nasty?" you retort, making him blink up at you.

"you're right. it's nothing compared to what i want to do to you," his breath fans against your face and you almost tremble at the feeling. he always knows how to get a reaction from you.

your breath pauses at his words. "what do you wanna do to me?"

"why tell you when i can show you?"

he wraps his arm around you, one hand on your backside as he stands up and walks over to his bedroom. he holds your frame a bit tighter before lowering you onto the sheets, watching you greedily from his spot at the foot of the bed.

"do i need to warm you up before we start?"

you shake your head quickly. "n-no, i'm ready."

his lip lifts upwards as he tuts. "i'll be the judge of that."

you know he's teasing. making you feel small and helpless as you begin to think 'well then why did he ask?' but that's exactly what he wants. he wants you to ache for him, need him more than anything else. and it's working.

he pulls himself onto the bed before caging you in with his arms. lowering his head to your neck, he begins peppering you with kisses before latching onto that one spot that drives you wild.

your back arches as you reach up to hold his head in place. "jesus fuck, quinn."

"jesus is definitely not here tonight, my love."

you drop your hand from his hair, your clit beginning to pulse achingly. quinn kisses down your chest before reaching under your shitt and kneeding your breast over your bra.

your breathing picks up as he begins grinding against you, prolonging the foreplay as much as he possibly can. he needs his release but he loves teasing you even more.

his soft little moans turn you on more than ever and you begin brattily clawing at his back, wanting him to give you something, anything.

"quinn, please," you beg, closing your eyes in frustration. your hips buckle upwards but he uses his hand to hold you in place.

"tell me what you want."

"you, please, i need you."

he lifts himself up and taps your side, signalling to sit forward. you heed his request and he pulls your shirt off, your pants also leaving your body soon after.

you lay in your underwear, the cold air of the room nipping at your warm skin in contrast to the heat of quinn's body.

he kicks his pants off and your eyes meet his cock still hiding behind another unnecessary layer of clothing. if it were in your control, you'd both be naked right now.

you reach out to palm him through his underwear, whining when a hand grabs yours to stop you.

"you don't get to touch me yet. i wanna taste you," he doesn't waste a moment before hooking his fingers into your waistband and sliding them off.

he places himself between your legs and sinks down, lifting your knees up to expose your pussy. pressing light kisses on the inside of your thigh, anticipation pools in the pit of your stomach.

"so wet," quinn taunts, spreading your lips with his fingers.

your hips jerk against him as you grow impatient. you want his fingers everywhere, working hard to please you every way you know he knows how.

he plays with the wetness around your slit and your back arches as he prods at your entrance. slowly, he slides a single finger between your folds and you gasp.

"quinn," you whimper, clutching the bedsheets.

"you like that?" quinn asks, watching as he begins working you with his finger.

"need more— ah, fuck! quinn," you gasp when you feel another finger inside you, both of them moving faster than before.

the sound of your wetness fills the room and quinn curls his fingers upward, rubbing that spongey spot inside you with every fast pump. you feel so good, almost too good. beads of sweat fall down your forehead as you roll your nipple between your fingers, quinn reaching up to tease the other.

your breath hitches when he takes your clit in his mouth. his tongue plays with you viciously while he devours the taste of your cunt.

"f-fuck, quinn!" you cry, using your hands to keep his head in place.

you begin squirming under him so he wraps his arms around your thighs to keep you in place. he runs circles around your nub, sloppily eating your pussy.

"feels good?"

"so— so good, you're so g-good. i love you.. love you q-quinn," you mumble through moans.

he feels you clenching around his fingers and laps your juices, drool running down his chin as you tug on his hair.

"mm, quinn," you whimper, blood rushing in your core. "'m gonna c-cum."

"not yet baby. need to taste all of you," quinn refuses through suckles.

his fingers continue plowing into you mercilessly and you know you can't hold the tension any longer. quinn licks every bit of wetness seeping out of your pussy like a hungry man, unable to get enough of the taste.

"i can't h-hold it," you face scrunches as he sucks on your swollen clit.

"look at me," he demands.

your mouth parts as you take deep breaths, trying to hold off your orgasm as long as you can. your eyes roll back as he attaches his mouth back onto your nub, an overwhelming sensation of pleasure washing over you.

"i said, look at me."

you shake your head, unable to open you eyes. "i can't. can't do it— feels.. feels so good, fuck."

his fingers hit that sweet spot again and you know you're going to cum all over his fingers in a matter of moments. you glance at him dazily, and let out a strangled sound as you make direct eye contact with him.

"you're going to cum?"

"mhm," you throw your head back.

mind glossed over with pleasure, you hold his face in place and rut your pussy against his mouth. quinn's tongue dances on your clit, not halting his actions for even a second.

"quinn, i can't—"

"cum for me."

a pornographic moan leaves your mouth, shoulders lifting off the bed as you reach your climax. quinn rides your orgasm, slowing the pace of his fingers yet keeping them in you as your body continues to shudder.

he feels you clench around his fingers, smirking as your back arches. you slump into the bed after a moment, your cunt making a slick sound as quinn curls his fingers again. your body twitches at the action. you feel empty as his fingers slip out of you, your arousal shining against his skin.

"q-quinn," you say shakily, placing your hands between your legs and closing them shut after he crawls back.

"hm?"

your eyes flicker back to him, moaning as he brings his fingers between his lips, sucking your juices off with his tongue.

he comes back to hover over you, holding your body flush against his as he kisses your forehead.

"you did so good. such a good girl, my good girl," he flattens your hair which had been disheveled from your earlier activities.

"thank you, thank you, thank you," you whisper repeatedly, closing your eyes as you come down from your high.

"how's my baby feel? you look like you're floating."

"mhm," you nod your head against his chest. "floating, 'm floating."

you take a moment to open your eyes and once you do, quinn's looking straight at you with an adoring look on his face.

feeling dizzy from the pleasure, you let out a small whine, not having the energy to talk. you wonder why he's making that face, smiling at you after he just ate you out like a madman.

"i just love you, that's all."

wrapping a hand around his neck, you pull his lips onto yours. his hand roams over your body, you moaning at the taste of you on his lips. you try pushing his mouth closer to yours but he pulls away before you can go any futher (and bruise your lips).

"i need to get rid of this problem," he says with dark eyes, looking down at his hard on.

"my turn," you coo before pushing him onto his back.