#it will be very hard for you to convince me to do the thing and try to help you further

[trickbxbes]

okay, hear me out.. dae-ho nsfw hcs, in particular him with a reader who is into pain play, bdsm and all that jazz?

love your work btw!

So I can’t see Dae-Ho agreeing to hurt you at all, but I’ll try to work around that 🫡

𝐃𝐚𝐞-𝐇𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒/𝐎 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐃𝐒𝐌 (𝟏𝟖+)

Warnings: NSFW, Switch! Dae-Ho, hickeys, edging, pretty much what the title implies,

The first time you brought up to Dae-Ho about experimenting, he was curious and trying to be brave. He wanted you to always feel good of course. But when you got into detail, he was a little taken back. “Pain…play? That’s a thing?”

He’d be uncomfortable inflicting pain. Especially if it involves hitting or drawing blood. He just, can’t. He’d get a little sad just thinking about it. He’s had a very negative history with violence, and wouldn’t want to put that on his beloved.

But he wouldn’t want to disappoint you either, so he’d try with the other aspects of BDSM!

He’d start by being rougher with you. His normal nips and kisses on the neck turning into dark hickeys. He’d soon realize that seeing you all marked up was actually incredibly arousing. Like you actually belonged to him.

^ You’d claw at his shoulder blades as he ruthlessly sucked on the sweet spot on your neck. “D..Dae-Ho..” and in response, he’d cover your mouth. You didn’t think you could get any wetter, but alas.

At first he wasn’t sure what to expect when you bring in the handcuffs, blindfold and gag. Things that wouldn’t cause you direct harm, but experiment with the idea of teasing to a new level. But once he had you there, listening to the way your wrists fought against its restraints, he didn’t mind. It meant you needed him.

^ His face was in between your thighs, lapping up all your juices. You were a whimpering mess, gaged and cuffed to the bed frame. Dae-Ho looked up at you a second, a glint of mischievousness in his eyes. “Are you still alright, (Y,n)?” Oh how you wanted to scream at him for stopping. But that’s what kept the gag on. You squirmed, whining desperately, trying to rut your hips into his face. Dae-Ho chuckled, shaking his head. He puts both hands on your thighs and pushes you down onto the bed again. “Patience, otherwise I’ll have to punish you, right?”

He’d try choking you if you really asked. He’d never do it hard enough where your face would change a color. But while he was fucking you senseless, his hand around your throat, he’d hear how animalistic your moans were. The differential desperation compared to your normal fucking.

Of course, after everything, he’d kiss every bruise, tend to you, check on you, and cuddle close.

BONUS!!

Now when you had convinced Dae-Ho to let you take the reins, he was more than a little worried. He did agree though, but you knew you had to ease into it.

You had his wrists tied to the bed frame with some lacy ribbon, soft to prevent any pain. You and him established a safe word, “Octopus.” You started off kissing down his body, slowly but surely. It wasn’t too different to when you were normally in charge, but this time, Dae-Ho couldn’t touch you. It took away a lot of his control. But you couldn’t help but notice the way his dick hardened even faster than normal at his helplessness.

Eventually, you moved to jerking and sucking him off while he was unable to do anything but feel. His senses were heightened thanks to the blindfold around his eyes. “(Y,n)~!” He mewled, his back arching. You giggle, licking his tip before pumping his base while speaking to him. “Hm? What is it, Dae-Ho?” You smirk at his whimpering self. Dae-Ho could barely get the words out. “G-gonna…mmph…! Gonna—“ And with that warning, you stop. Dae-Ho lets out an exasperated groan of desperation. “(Y,n)! P-please…! Please let me cum… (Y,n)!” He babbled your name like you were some sort of messiah, begging the same words like a prayer. His cock was throbbing hard in your hand, his hips thrusting upwards slightly.

He’d never admit it to you, but he loved being edged.

You caress his cock with your thumb, smirking. The gag was still an option, but you didn’t use it because, cmon, listen to him. “Mm, I dunno, will you be good for me?”

Dae-Ho nods frantically. “Yes~ yes…yes, yes yes. I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll be a good boy, your good boy, so fuck… please…!”

How could you say no to that?

[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕲UESS ᝰ! CHAPTER TWELVE

synopsis: katseye lucked out when their team managed to score a-list award-winning actress, y/n l/n to be featured in their upcoming music video for ‘touch’. when the cameras turn off and the doors close, lara feels a little more than just onscreen chemistry with her music video love interest.

RECOMMENDED READ; It’s their first date, come on.

When Lara slammed her car door shut, the last thing she expected was to hear frantic—and somewhat aggressive—yelling from beyond the gates of your LA condo.

She had just come from a very interesting dinner with Megan, whom she swore on all the Gods was more excited for her hangout with you than she was. And parked outside by the sidewalk of the address you sent her, she peered at the lavish gates to what she could see was a modern, slick home. She couldn’t make out what was being desperately shouted out, but she could tell there were two voices—two very familiar voices. And as two no as she felt listening in on the argument, she couldn’t help but worry as it grew louder.

Lara hated when things felt tense, she really did, and that’s coming from a person who thrives in chaos.

She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she knew her ability to stay professional wouldn’t last long with y/n. Earlier that day when she would wipe the tears from your cheeks as you caught your breath, she couldn’t help but feel her head ache. It made her wonder if her friends—as much as it gutted her to admit—had a point. The girls’ teasing was usually bearable, but it was getting somewhat intolerable, the way they seemed so convinced she had a “thing” for the actress. They were so deprived of the drama they were used to stirring on Dream Academy, Lara told herself, I’m just their scapegoat for now.

She reached your gate, pushing it open easily. Seeing what looked to be Avantika’s McLaren parked right at the mouth of the driveway. Her eyes followed the stone road leading through a well-groomed garden of seasonal flowers, up to where light shone from the front of the house just out of view.

She walked around towards the front door, raising an eyebrow as the sound of arguing grew more coherant. At the sight of a familiar head of h/c hair, her eyes widened.

She immediately hid, her body stiff and shoulders tense.

Oh shit, you’re arguing. It’s you and Avantika, arguing. Fuck, did you see her peeking? She’s so stupid. Why the fuck would either of you want someone walking in on the two of you arguing? Oh my God, you were crying… Who would ever, in good conscience, make such a pretty woman cry-Goddammit, Lara, what’re you thinking? Get a fucking grip!

“I don’t want to play this game anymore, Avantika, it’s fucking exhausting! You call me over late at night and then you spit me out when you’re done with me,” your voice cracked, the back of your hands wiping the corners of your eyes. “Just fuck off, okay? Leave me alone and don’t text me again.”

“Why’re you being so hysterical? All I wanted to do was talk, it’s not my fault I’m getting called in!” Avantika scoffed with a smirk, shaking her head. “You’re an actor too, for fuck’s sake, I’ve always prided you in the fact we got each other’s jobs.”

“Oh my God, just go ‘do your job’, I don’t care,” you sniffed.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking frustrating,” Avantika grunted, grabbing your wrist when you turned to walk into your house, “Where are you going, we’re not fucking done here.”

"...L-Let go, Avantika," you stuttered, “Fuck, just stop!”

"Why do you like fighting me so much? I just want to be with you and you’re always shitting ok me got this and that." Avantika snapped back, her hands gesturing wildly. "Is this really how you talk to me? I love you."

You flinched, the sudden aggression making you tense.

Lara didn’t think. She immediately jumped from where she hid, eyes narrowing as she saw Avantika’s grip on you tighten. Without a second thought, Lara moved forward, shoving Avantika back hard. The force made Avantika stumble, her eyes wide in shock. “Dude, what the fuck are you doing?”

"Lara?" Avantika gasped, a mix of confusion and anger in her voice as she straightened up. “What’re you even doing here, this isn’t any of your business.”

Lara stood her ground, her fists clenched, her chest rising and falling with the sudden rush of adrenaline. "It’s my fucking business when you’re getting physical. Is this why you kept asking me about the shoot? ‘Cuz you should’ve told me you’ve been seeing my fucking costar,” she stuck her tongue into her inner-cheek, “What’re you doing, Tika?”

Avantika blinked, her surprise clear. "I’m chatting with my girlfriend, whom you’re standing in my view of.”

Lara didn’t break eye contact, her gaze fierce as she kept a protective stance in front of Y/N. "I was gonna come tell y/n a message from my management,” she lied, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Tika, but you’re acting like a fucking lunatic. And I’m not letting you treat her like this."

Avantika stared at her for a moment, then sighed sharply, almost as if realizing she wasn’t going to win this argument. She glanced down at her phone, which buzzed insistently. Her manager was calling again. "I—" she started, but then looked back at Lara with a tight expression. "Whatever, I’m late to my reshoot,” she glanced past Lara’s shoulder at a sniffling you, who stared back in terror, “We’ll continue this later.”

Lara didn’t move until she could no longer hear the car’s exhaust roaring as she sped down the street. Only then did she turn to you, the tension in her shoulders slowly relaxing.

“Are you okay?” she asked, “What the fuck was that?”

You nodded, tossing your head back to flip your hair away. You shot her a smile, as if your eyes weren’t brimming with tears and your cheeks weren’t flushed with emotion. You inhaled deeply, finally meeting her weary eyes. Your wrist still tingling from Avantika’s iron grip, relieved to have Lara intervene. "Yeah… it’s nothing. We just got caught in the moment.”

Lara wasn’t convinced. You were still shaking.

But she knew not to press, just like she didn’t when she caught you crying after lunch earlier that day. So Lara let it be. She just nodded, her hands tucked into her pockets, her stance relaxed but ready. After a beat of silence, she spoke again, her tone light. “You want to get out of here? I came to make things up to you, but I get it if you’re not feeling up to it anymore.”

You shook your head, hand reaching out to lightly grab at her arm. You watched her head dart down at the contact, her arm tensing into a flex. “No, I want to, just—let me grab my jacket.”

The drive to the diner was quiet, filled with the low hum of the car engine and the low sound of Lara’s playlist. You kept your gaze fixed on the world outside, watching the streetlights blur past, their glow softening the edges of everything. Lara didn’t say much, didn’t push, and for that, you were grateful. The silence between you wasn’t heavy or uncomfortable; it was soothing, like a balm for the rawness left behind by Avantika.

Oddly enough, you figured it would be awkward in some fashion, but you didn’t realize how little time you truly had to sit and appreciate silence the way you did with Lara. That’s how you knew, despite her initially negative approach to your (professional) relationship.

When the neon lights of a diner came into view, a small sigh of relief escaped your lips. Lara pulled into a parking spot, cutting the engine before glancing over at you. Her expression was gentle, her eyes filled with an understanding that didn’t need words. “Have you ever been here before?”

You glanced out the window, eyebrows furrowing at the unfamiliar exterior of the diner, shaking your head.

“Well, when I was still training, I would take my friends out here all the time for a break.” She unbuckled her seat belt, eyeing the diner. “They have, arguably, the best milkshakes in all of LA. I mean. I’m talking smooth and sweet blended ice cream with little chunks of strawberry and chocolate in them.”

You raised an eyebrow, your lips quirking into a smile at her reaction. “Really? How have I not heard of this place before?”

She smirked, “Only the real VIPs get to know this place.”

She popped her door open, “Come on.” She jogged over to your side, but you had already opened your door. Still, she insisted on closing it as you stepped towards the diner. The tiny bell above the door rung when you stepped in, and she shot the man stood at the register a quick wave before she guided you towards a booth. You made note of the warm hand on the small of your back as she gestured for you to take a seat. She plopped opposite to you.

The diner was warm, its retro charm wrapping around you like a duvet of nostalgia. Red leather booths lined the walls, and a jukebox in the corner played soft tunes from a bygone era.

Across from you, Lara watched you closely, searching your eyes for signs of tears. She felt her chest tighten at the redness around them, but once you glanced back up at her through your lush lashes, she felt her worries flush away. She followed your movements, her eyes softening as they traced the subtle tremor in your fingers. You caught her watching, and for a moment, you felt exposed. But Lara didn’t look away or make you feel self-conscious. Instead, she smiled, just a small curve of her lips that seemed to say, I see you, and it’s okay.

The waitress came, notepad in hand, and Lara let you order first. “Strawberry milkshake, please,” you ordered with a small smile, your voice soft. The waitress smiled back.

“Amazing choice, honey. What can I get you, Lara, dear?”

“The usual’s good, Jen. Can’t go wrong with a good chocolate delight.” Lara chuckled, earning a nice pinch to the cheek.

“Good to see you back, Lara, we’ve missed you. Just ‘cuz you’re all famous now doesn’t mean you can forget us squares, eh?” Jen brushed off Lara’s dismissive wave. She glanced between the two of you, shoving her pen and pad back into her apron. “Now, I won’t impose on your date. I’ll be right back with your orders… What’s your name, honey?”

You swallowed, waiting for Lara to correct the woman’s assumption. She didn’t. “y/n.”

“Well, y/n. You’ve hit the jackpot with this one.”

Once the waitress left, Lara leaned forward slightly, her elbows resting on the table, her fingers loosely intertwined. She watched you with a quiet intensity, not the kind that made you want to shrink away, but the kind that made you feel seen, like you mattered. She didn’t address the waitress’ words, which seemed to bug you—it made you wonder how many times she has had dates here where you sat.

“You like strawberry?” she murmured, almost to herself, but loud enough for you to hear. There was something in her tone, something warm and gentle, as if she was cataloging this small detail about you like it was something precious.

You nodded, unsure of what to say. You felt naked before her, for this woman—a woman you had only known for a week—because she’s seen a side to you only your closest friends would know. It wasn’t just the fact you liked strawberry; Lara seemed to notice everything—the way your shoulders sagged just a little, the way your eyes flicked to the window when you felt overwhelmed, the way you traced circles on the table with your finger when you were lost in thought.

“Y’know, for years I’ve known Avantika, and I’ve never heard her mention a girlfriend once,” Lara began, careful to tread the topic lightly. “She’s one of my best friends, but… she’s always had a short temper. I’m sorry.”

Why was she apologizing? This was so out of character.

“No, it’s fine. We just,” you paused, “We’ve never really told anybody about us… she insisted on keeping things out of the public eye to protect us. But we’re not here to talk about that, right? You didn’t need to ‘make it up to me’ or whatever, it’s been my pleasure being able to work with you both.”

She scoffed, “Absolutely not. Y’know the amount of fire I’ve had to take from Sophia and Dani? The girls are so in love with you, I figured if I could get to know you better, I would too.”

Well, there’s a flutter. Where did the Lara you knew go?

“I had a lot of fun today. I didn’t think I could enjoy fake-riding a motorcycle that much,” you joked, earning a laugh from her.

“Yeah, well, I’m glad I was your partner, doll. Full disclosure, none of the others would have made it that fun.” She whispered, before leaning back into the booth. You laughed, feeling yourself ease into the conversation. “Y’know, I love your smile much more than you crying. Don’t get me wrong, you end modelling careers everyday, but that smile,” she pointed at you grinning softly, “That’s why the world’s in love with you.”

How could she say such things so casually? You’ve been trained your whole life to mask your emotions, to show a different level of self to deceive the cameras. But you couldn’t help the genuine smile that cracked on your features.

The milkshakes arrived, tall glasses with whipped cream and a cherry on top. You took a tentative sip, the sweetness grounding you. Lara watched you, a soft smile playing on her lips as she did the same.

“Don’t be shy,” she said after a while, her voice gentle. “Try it out. I wanna know what you think.”

You took a sip of your milkshake, your eyes widening at the silky texture. “Oh my God.” was all you could utter.

“Good, right?” You nodded, swallowing the mouthfuls after mouthfuls of milkshake. “When I saw you and the girls went out for boba, I knew you’d appreciate a sweet treat.”

After a while, the milkshakes were gone, the diner settling into a peaceful quiet. You and Lara didn’t talk about a lot, mostly about your career and the day you had with her bandmates. By the end, you reached for your wallet, but Lara quickly fought to leave a few bills on the table and stood, waiting patiently for you to slide out of the booth and join her.

The walk back to the car was quiet, the cool night air kissing your cheeks. To your surprise, Lara opened the passenger door for you, her movements easy and unhurried, as if she had all the time in the world for you. You climbed in, murmuring a quiet “thanks” before she shut the door and rounded the car to the driver’s side. As she started the engine, the soft hum filled the silence between you again. Lara didn’t rush to fill the quiet, instead letting it stretch comfortably as she pulled out of the diner’s parking lot and onto the road. The city’s glow was a faint shimmer in the distance, and the streets were mostly empty, giving the world a hushed, almost sacred feel.

Lara’s hands rested easily on the steering wheel, her fingers tapping lightly to an unheard rhythm. Every so often, she glanced over at you, her gaze lingering just long enough to make sure you were okay. You felt the weight of her attention, not oppressive but gentle, like a soft blanket on a cold night.

“You sure you’re alright?” she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper as if she didn’t want to break the delicate calm that had settled in the car.

You nodded, your eyes fixed on the passing streetlights. “Yeah. I’m... I’m better now.”

In her company, you hadn’t thought of Avantika once since you entered the diner. You didn’t think it was possible to have a breath of fresh air like that, to be able to just have her plague your thoughts like the parasite she was. But Lara made it possible. The city lights gave way to quieter streets, the houses familiar as you neared yours. Lara’s car slowed as she turned onto your block, finally pulling up into your driveway.

She shifted the car into park but didn’t turn off the engine. Instead, she leaned back slightly, one hand resting on the steering wheel while the other dropped to her lap. Her gaze softened as she looked at you.

“You know,” she started, her tone light but sincere, “If you ever… run into trouble again, you have my number.” She didn’t say it explicitly, but you both knew what she was talking about. “I’m one call away, I’ll knock some sense into her.”

You nodded, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your coat.

“Thanks, Lara,” you murmured, glancing up at her. “For the offer and for tonight. I appreciate it. Really.”

Her smile widened just a bit, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Of course, doll. What kind of fake girlfriend would I be if I didn’t take good care of you?”

You swore you thought she was flirting. And much different to how you first approached her, you felt yourself be the one getting flustered. For a moment, neither of you moved, the stillness in the car filled with something warm and unspoken. Lara’s eyes searched yours, not for answers but for understanding, making sure you knew she was someone you could lean on, even if it took time for you to open up.

Finally, you reached for the door handle, pausing as you glanced back at her. “I’ll see you friday?”

Lara nodded, her voice soft. “See you friday.”

You turned back to wave slightly before heading into your house. You hear her car pull out the driveway, feeling for the first time in a long while you could relax. And it was because Lara was there, not fixing everything, but simply being there, offering you the space to heal in your own time.

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[tommydarlings]

Underneath the mistletoe | L.N

pairing: bestfriend!lando norris x reader

warnings: none

w/c: 1.8k

summary: Your best friend Lando and you always exchanged gifts during wonderful Christmas time and usually it’s just something small and simple, but this year your gifts will be the start of something that's even more wonderful than Christmas time.

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Putting up the Christmas tree with your best friend was definitely a challenge — an entertaining challenge, but nonetheless a tough one.

“No, we won’t put orange Christmas balls on the tree just because you drive for McLaren, Lando!“ you pointed your finger at him.

Lando groaned and rolled his eyes, “for what reason did I buy them then?“

You shrugged with a laugh, “I don’t know but I don’t want to see a single orange Christmas ball on my tree!“ you continued unpacking the other decorations you just bought for your tree.

Lando watched you for a moment before he put the orange Christmas balls down with a dramatic sigh,

“And what colour did you have in mind, miss?“

You glared at him, “don’t 'miss' me now just because I don’t want your orange balls on there,“ and of course, Lando started laughing hysterically.

“My orange what?“ he laughed wholeheartedly, making a chuckle escape your mouth as well.

You gulped with a grin, “you heard me..“

“No!“ he laughed loudly, letting the fairy lights for the tree fall onto the floor with a small thud,

“Say it again!“ he wiped his eyes, “please!“

You sighed and shook your head, “your orange ball-”

Before you could even finish your apparently oh so funny sentence, your best friend already wheezed again, laughing so loud that you were convinced that your neighbours heard him.

You laughed a bit as well as you noticed how immensely funny he thought that was before you picked the fairy lights up and walked over to your tree.

You cleared your throat, “yeah I know, ha ha ha, really funny and all that but I need your help here, okay?“ you looked over at Lando.

The thing is, watching him laugh like that made this whole situation even harder for you…

You’ve had a huge crush on lando since the day you met him, but he never seemed to pick that up and he always dated some kind of model or fashion influencer so you simply pushed your feelings down and tried your best to hide them.

But with him standing there and laughing so beautifully, that was very hard.

Lando cleared his throat before he walked over to you, “yeah, yeah sorry,“ he smiled at you, making you blush a bit so you quickly turned your head away from him with a tiny smile.

Lando grabbed the fairy lights out of your hands and started putting them on the tree, “like this?“ he looked at you.

You watched him, still wearing a tiny blush,

“Yeah that… looks good,“ you nodded and helped him a bit — after a couple minutes, you finally had it.

“Perfect,“ your best friend nodded as well,

“And now the star on top,“ lando mumbled before he grabbed the beautiful star in gold and turned to you, “do you want to put it on?“

You licked your lips, “how? I can’t reach the top of the tree, Lando,“ you raised your brows but he still handed you the star.

Lando shrugged, “you can hop on my shoulders,“ he mumbled as you took the star from his pretty hands.

You stared at him for a few seconds before you walked closer to him, “uhm… yeah, sure, good idea,“ you gulped nervously.

So your best friend quickly helped you hop on the couch before he stood in front of you and patted his strong shoulders, “c‘mon,“ he mumbled deeply.

You gulped and nodded to yourself before you grabbed his hands anf swiftly got onto his shoulders, immediately laughing and screaming a bit as he pretended to lose balance and drop you,

“Lando!“ you gently put your hands onto his head as soon as he puts his hands onto your shins.

“I was just kidding, don’t worry!“ he giggled and briefly squeezed your legs, making you blush even more.

The McLaren driver slowly walked towards the tree and watched you as you carefully put the star on the tree, his rough palms gently holding your shins to keep you safe.

“Perfect,“ he mumbled before he walked back to the couch and let you fall backwards with a tiny yelp.

You smiled uo at him, “you could have warned me,“ you told him before you stood back up.

He scoffed with a chuckle, “I could have, yeah, guess I just forgot,“ lando shrugged.

———

Later that day, before lando had to leave to arrive on time at his family’s house to celebrate Christmas there, you two exchanged your presents you got for each other.

“Okay…“ you said to Lando as you two sat down next to the tree, both of you seemed to be pretty nervous for some reason.

He cleared his throat as he pulled his messily wrapped present closer to him, “do you want to start?“

You chuckled, “scared that I rip it out of your hands, norris?“ you bit your lip as he held your present rather tightly in his hands.

Your best friend looked down at the gift and chuckled as well, “oh yeah, I know how much you love opening gifts,“ he replied.

You nodded at his statement, “okay that’s true, can't deny that one,“ you grinned before you looked back up at him again.

He cleared his throat, “okay I think I can begin.“

Slowly, Lando handed you his package and you happily took it and gently ripped the wrapping paper open.

As you removed the paper and laid it to the side, Lando handed you the pair of scissors with a surprisingly shaking hand, “Lando? Everything okay?“ you grabbed the scissors, your fingers briefly brushing against his.

The formula one driver glanced up at you and you could have sworn that you saw a single tear coming up in his eye.

Lando sniffled before he nodded, “uhm, yeah of course… why wouldn’t I be okay?“ he tried to laugh it off a bit.

You slowly nodded before you carefully opened the package and quickly noticed a rather big pile of handwritten letters in it.

Your best friend watched as you furrowed your brows in confusion before you got a hold of the first letter that laid on top of all the others and opened it, there and then glancing up at him.

“What is all that, Lando?“ you giggled nervously.

He shrugged, “just… open it,” he gulped, also seeming very nervous, “please,“ the driver added in a quiet whisper.

And as soon as you read the words that he had written by hand in his infamous messy handwriting — even though it looked like he actually tried his best this time, your eyes widened as tears shot into them.

“Lando?“ you gulped as you read the words, this was clearly a love letter and you guessed that the other multiple letters in the box were also all love letters.

He cleared his throat, a single tear running down his cheek, “hmm?“

You scanned the adoring, affectionate and devoting words with watery eyes, your hands trembling before you glanced up at Lando again,

“Are t-the other letters i-in there-“ you began to ask quietly but your bestfriend already nodded his head.

You slowly nodded as well before you continued reading the letter, then you pulled the second out of the cardboard box and started reading that one as well.

Lando watched with tearful eyes that didn’t stop letting those tears run down his blushy cheeks, occasionally sniffling there and then while he watched you carefully.

As you just finished reading through the sixth love letter which was also filled with the most adoring words where he clearly admitted his endless love for you — you nervously spoke up, “open mine now… please.“

Your bestfriend was a bit stunned that you decided against saying anything about the letters but he simply did as you told him to and gently grabbed the present you got for him which was also in a cardboard box but just a smaller one.

Lando slowly opened it with trembling hands and furrowed his brows as he noticed that it’s a beautiful mistletoe.

With watery eyes, he raised his head and looked at you again, “What’s this?“

You sighed quietly, your eyes completely watery by now as well, “You know what that-”

“I mean,“ he sniffled, “I know that it’s a mistletoe, but-”

You gulped and quickly wiped your falling tears away, “Lando…” you whispered in a soft tone.

He looked at you with pleading eyes before he slowly nodded and stood up, the mistletoe dangling from his shaking fingers.

As the hopeless romantic that lando simply is, he held the mistletoe above both of your heads and slowly leaned in.

And as soon as your soft lips touched his, you relaxed… your trembling hands cupped his heated cheeks, your lips moving against each others in the most gentle way.

After some time, you pulled away and looked at him, your thumbs wiping his tears away before you cracked a very tiny smile.

Your best friend looked at you with raised brows, still panting rather heavily as he softly stroked your cheeks after carelessly dropping the mistletoe you gifted him, “I’m so-”

But you only crashed your lips against his again, “don’t be sorry, lan,” you mumbled, “please don’t be sorry, yeah? We’re in this together,“ you told him reassuringly.

Suddenly, he smiled widely and put his forehead against yours, “I want bro be more than your friend,“ Lando mumbled under his breath, his eyes now closed.

“I know,“ you closed your teary eyes as well,

“I want to be more than your friend as well,” you admitted.

As soon as those words left your mouth, he lovingly kissed you again, “365,” he murmured all of a sudden against your lips.

You pulled away and looked at him, “what?”

“I’ve written you 365 letters, every night, since last year, I sat down and wrote a letter to you… I don’t even really know why, I guess I just had so many words to say to you that I felt this immense urge to write them down — I wanted to give you those letters earlier but I was just way too nervous to do so.”

You looked at him with wide eyes before you glanced back down at the big pile of letters and gulped, “for how long have you-”

“Three years — I’ve been thinking about you, longing for your touch and loving you with every fibre of my being for three years now,” he whispered, the pad of his thumb running along your bottom lip.

With still teary eyes, you sniffled as you felt his touch and heard his sweet words.

Then you leaned in and kissed him again, smiling a bit this time,

“So you… feel the same way?“ he murmured in a nervous tone and you chuckled against his lips, “yeah lando, I do,“ you whispered.

[torturedtypewritersdept]

a fucked up sort of eden - pt. two

✯ pairing:

firefighter!rafe cameron x fem!reader

✯ summary:

Rafe Cameron was good on his own, steady and sure, despite his adrenaline based nature; he was good on his own. His sisters long line of blind dates on his behalf leads him to you and from the very moment you walk out on the dinner, he knows he will never be the same again.

✯ warnings:

mature themes, mentions of anxiety, nostalgia, heartbreak, domestic violence (not rafe), injury, ghosting, fluff and fear, firefighter!rafe, past abuse, awkward!rafe, firefighter lingo, smut, etc.

✯ a/n:

nothing!! please don't engage if you have a hard time with any of these topics <3 this first chapter was originally posted on my old blog @/illicitfixations, @/lovelornanonymity and i have rewritten + reshared it here and will finally be continuing the rest of the series :)

The firehouse had become Rafe’s home long before he ever became a firefighter. It began with his incessant need to fix things, his sister’s broken arm at age nine the first of many things on a long, long list of things that he felt responsible for. His moral responsibility led him to the army, where he had become a marine, a sniper to be exact. He had seen a lot of things for a skinny kid just trying to defy his father. Coming home had been an adjustment, living in a world where every noise wasn’t a threat, the biggest one of all. His moral compass led his course again like a broken compass stuck in the one direction. This time, it had led him to a life of volunteering with the men he now called his family. 

Rafe lounged quietly in the living room of the firehouse, his copy of John Steinbeck’s East of Eden draped casually against his long fingertips. It’s a book, a story, that he knows well. He had identified early in life with Adam Trask, its main character. Adam is good-hearted, much like Rafe and his kind nature gets him into trouble. Again, much like Rafe. He cursed his sister in the same way that Adam’s brother cursed him for being his father’s favorite. But, with Sarah it was different. He wasn’t jealous of her. No, he cursed every hair on her perfect blonde head for being wrong about you, for not telling him that you were well – you. He cursed her for convincing him that you wouldn’t hurt him. His reality was very different as he watched you walk away from him, away from the corner booth in the hole in the wall restaurant he had met you at. Yeah, Rafe’s good nature got him in trouble quite a bit, but for some reason he found himself hopeful; hopeful that he’d run into you or he could convince his sister to give him your phone number. He hoped you’d give him a do-over. He hoped you were different in the way that he thought you were. He was brought out of his thoughts at the sound of the fire alarm sounding off, signaling to his brain that it was time to work. He sighed in contentment, a lazy smile plastered across his lips as his best friend, Topper, came into his view, smacking him across the head with the book that was previously in his hands. 

“Let’s go, Cameron. Can’t you hear the bell going off?” 

Topper asked, his lips turning up into a cocky, but annoyed smirk.

“I heard it, bud. I thought you’d do me a solid and handle this one for me.” 

Rafe inquired jokingly and Topper responded with a low chuckle as Rafe rose from where he previously laid. 

“Oh, come on, Rafferty! Don’t you want to go rescue a beautiful woman and let her stroke your savior complex or – your dick, whatever works.” 

Rafe couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his best pal, following his suit as he slid down the pole and into the locker room, layering his body with his uniform and climbing into the rig. 

— 

Your morning had been simple, a cup of coffee and your favorite book, Irene Hunt’s classic The Lottery Rose. Though you didn’t know it, you were much like Rafe in regard to your ability to empathize and place yourself within a character’s proximity. In the same way that he related to Adam’s character, you related to Georgie’s as the novel carries you through his life as a child experiencing domestic violence and his journey to healing as he escapes its hold. You felt it mirrored your life in a way – Georgie’s broken arm and your broken heart seemingly two shards from the same cut of glass, melding together like only broken pieces can. The book had saved your life in a lot of ways, the most prevalent one being that a kind nurse had given it to you to read in the hospital after your attack. You’d had a lot of feelings to work through and the book – it just helped in ways even you couldn’t understand and you’d reread it once a month ever since. 

You lounged on your sofa, dog-earring the page you were set to stop on as you read the last words of it before you rose easily from where you sat, grabbing your coffee cup in search of another round of caffeine. You made your way into the kitchen, placing your cup underneath the hood of your keurig as you placed another coffee pod into the canister and latched it closed, a resounding pop could be heard against the low hum of the wind as it brustled through the french doors just off of your third floor balcony. You listened to the sweet sound of your coffee pouring, the echo against your cup sending you into sweet bliss as the smell simultaneously hit your nose. As it finished and you began, stirring the french vanilla creamer into your cup of joe, you heard a faint meow and suddenly realized you had no idea where your cat, jackson, currently resided. You continue stirring your cup, when you heard it again. Though, this time, it sounded more like he was whining. Your feet padded across your living room quickly, the plush white carpet melding into the curve of your feet, following the other faint meows that you heard coming directly from your balcony. You thought nothing of it, moving quickly to open the doors and bring him inside. But, to your surprise, he wasn’t laying in the patio chair or on the rug. No – he was nowhere to be found and as your heart began to race, your anxiety-inducing feline meowed again, this time, rather loudly. It sounded like he was calling for help and as you looked up, you met his green eyes where he stood – in the tree across from your balcony.   

“Hey, buddy. You’ve gotten yourself in a predicament there, huh?” 

You asked, amusedly. He only responded with a meow that sounded more like a screech from a banshee. 

“Okay, okay, okay — I’m coming, buddy. Stay right there.” 

You said in trepidation. 

You moved quickly, not caring about anything other than getting your sweet boy back into your apartment safely. You slid only the white bunny slippers that sat next to your couch on your feet and ran out of the door with only your phone in your hand. 

— 

You stood underneath the oak tree that Jackson sat in, peering up at him through the leaves with one hand attempting to shield your eyes from the sun. The emerald colored leaves shook gently as the wind blew through them and Jackson's fearful meows echoed through your ears bringing tears to your eyes for the third time. You had tried tirelessly for the last hour to get him to jump down to you, assuring him you’d be there to catch him. But, he wasn’t interested. He was scared of everything, just like you and you couldn’t blame him really for taking after his mother. 

“Jackson! Goddamit — please, baby! Just jump. Mama’s right here.” 

You yelled exasperatedly, throwing your head back in defeat as you pondered finding a ladder and potentially breaking your neck was worth it. But, just as the thought crossed your mind, you felt a hand on your back, physically jumping at the foreign assault. 

“Remove your hand from my back. Now.” 

You gritted out, turning around to meet the eyes of a firefighter. He was cute in a I-go-the-gym-seven-days-a-week kind of way. But, he was currently crossing your boundaries so you weren’t interested, in fact, you were fucking disgusted. 

“Calm down, princess.” 

He does his best to soothe you in the middle of your freak out, though he does it in such a condescending way that it reminds you of your arch enemy, Taylor and his fists and just as you’re about to have a full blown panic attack you hear a voice you recognize. It’s sweet, yet savory, similar to a crepe on a Sunday morning. You turn toward the sound, your vision slightly blurry at the stress due to trauma that your body is responding to. The stranger that you now know as Rafe stands in front of you, his voice coaxing you out of the thick cloud of stress that lingered over you. 

“Hi, y/n. How are you?” 

He asks, smiling politely and you can only nod as you swallow thickly. 

“I don’t like this guy very much.” 

You whisper to him, your eyes looking in Topper’s direction and Rafe chuckles lowly. 

“Sometimes, I don’t either.” 

He whispers back to you and it elicited a deep laugh to erupt from the volcano of your belly. 

“Rude!” 

Topper groans, throwing his hands up in response and Rafe isn’t sure what it is, but the way your doe eyes are pulling him, is other worldly and all he wants to do is protect you; currently from his very best friend. 

“Top, i’ll take it from here.” 

He warns lowly and you smile at the way the man known as Top scurries away with his tail tucked between his legs. You wonder if Rafe is some kind of boss of the firemen that now lingered in the parking lot of your apartment complex. 

“What seems to be the problem, sweetheart?” 

Rafe asks and for a moment, you almost let the pet name slide with how good he looked in his uniform, yellow and grey had never looked so good you were convinced. 

“Please, no pet names. It’s just a personal preference.” 

You said, voice more weak than you had intended. He swallowed thickly and nodded. 

“Sorry, it’s just a habit. I like to use words like that to help calm people down when they’re scared. But, you seem to be okay. I’m sorry for overstepping.” 

He responds with a kind smile. 

“I understand. No worries. My problem is crouched on four legs up in that tree.” 

You said, pointing toward the leaves above your heads and he nodded. 

“Well, don’t fear, y/n. I’ll take care of it for you, i’ll get him down. I’m glad you called us. It’s nice to see you again.” 

He said politely. 

“You too, Rafe. But, I didn’t call. I think it was a neighbor. I was debating whether getting on a ladder and breaking my neck would be worth the trouble when your buddy came up behind me and put his hands where they shouldn’t be.” 

You bit out, aggressively. 

“Oh – well, I’m glad we got here when we did. I’d hate to have had to visit you in the hospital, don’t need you all broken, sweet girl.” 

Blush rose to your cheeks at the nickname. 

“Shit – sorry. You said no nicknames.” 

He said, annoyed with himself. 

“I tell you what – youc an call me sweet girl, i think i like that one. But, I need a nickname for you too.” 

You said, eyelashes fluttering. 

“What did you have in mind?” 

He asked, chuckling. 

“Hmm, let’s see. You’re a Cameron, right?” 

He nodded in response, a crooked smile on his lips. 

“How about RC? Do you like that?” 

You asked. 

“I’ve never liked anything more.” 

He said with another roguish crooked grin. 

“Okay, RC. Go rescue my kitty.” 

You replied and he saluted you. 

“Yes ma’am. Be back in a jiffy!” 

You could only giggle in response as you watched three other fellow firemen bring Rafe a ladder and he climbed to the top of it. You were nervous that he’d fall, the nervousness of his sway at the restaurant at the forefront of your mind. He returned only moments later with Jackson in his hands and you watched with a smile as he soothed your feline friend’s anxieties with his words. 

“All good, not a wound in his pretty little fur.” 

He said, handing him over to you. 

“You’re in so much trouble!” 

You playfully scolded Jackson and Rafe giggled. 

“Don’t be too hard on him, he’s just a curious little guy.” 

He replied sweetly, rubbing the fur under Stumpy’s chin. His loud purr could be heard from a mile away, you were convinced. 

“Well, sweet girl. I’ve got to go. But, I hope I see you again soon.” 

He said, his blue eyes meeting yours again. 

“Rafe, what time is your shift over?” 

“About an hour, why?” 

“I’d like to make you dinner, as a sort of do-over or a thank you, whatever you'd prefer.” 

“I’d prefer the do-over I think.” 

He responded cheekily. 

“Me too. Come back here at 7. I’m apartment 3B.” 

You said. 

“Will do, sweet girl.” 

He smiled at the notion that you really could want him after all. 

“See ya, RC.” 

You replied, giving his bicep a squeeze before turning and heading back into your building, Jackson in tow. 

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[starlost-maniac]

I Slept with My Boss - Ch 2

Warnings/genre: SMUT, piv, pia, protected sex, one night stand, mxf, mxm, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, club/drinks, voyeurism, pet names, daddy kink, double pen, oral, color system, squirting

Pairing: ot8 SKZ x fem!reader

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DNI

dividers made by @cafekitsune

You were back at your place, leaving the hotel room before either of the men had woken up. It was a bit hard to get out from between them as they were both flush against you, literally squishing you between them.

You were sitting in your living room, drinking a cup of coffee, scrolling social media. You frown when you come across a picture of you and your ex that popped up in an old post. You swiftly delete the picture and sigh.

You text Yoonae, telling her you're awake. She calls you not a moment later.

"Sooo? How was it last night?" You can hear the eyebrow wiggle through the phone. You laugh.

"It was good. Like, really good. It's a shame I won't see them again honestly." You sip your coffee.

"You didn't get their numbers? Why not?" Yoonae asks, exasperated.

"You know I don't normally do one night stands. I'm only doing it to get him out of my head, which helped for the night, but I just deleted a picture of us, so he's back on my mind." You sigh.

"Well, we are going out again tonight. If the two are there again, I'm getting them back to you. If not, I'll find someone else. You deserve the world, Y/n. Great dick too." You both laugh.

"Fine. You convinced me, Yoonae. I'll see you tonight?"

"Yup, same time. I'll see you tonight!" She says excitedly. You both say goodbye and hang up. You stand up and finish your coffee before going to clean and take a shower.

——

Yoonae took you back to the same club as last night. You're back at the bar, babying another drink as you don't like being drunk. Yoonae was at the bar with you, asking if anyone you could see, interested you. You were here for about an hour. Yoonae looked around but couldn't find the two men from last night. You hum, thinking as you scan the crowd. Your eyes land on a young man with blonde hair and freckles. You point him out.

"Him. He's really cute."

"Say no more, babe." She grins and stands up from the bar. She walks over and talks to the blonde. She points you out and he looks you over, a wide smile stretching across his face. He looks at your friend and points next to him with his thumb. Whoever he was pointing to, you couldn't see as he was blocked by other people. You see Yoonae nod though. She walks back over to you, smiling.

"They're ready when you are, Y/n." She grins when you squint at her.

"They?" You finish your drink, setting the cup on the bar. Yoonae nods. Looking back at the blonde, she waves him over. You look towards him, watching as he walks over, another man following him. They stop in front of you and you finally see the other man. He had fluffy brown hair that he let just cover his eyes. His eyes were wide as he looked you over, a shy smile on his face. They were just as gorgeous as the men from last night.

"This is them." Yoonae smiles at you. "I set up a room upstairs just in case we found someone tonight." You teasingly roll your eyes at your friend and smile at her. Thanking her, you stand up and follow the men upstairs. They lead you to the room that Yoonae rented for the night. They let you walk in first, following behind you.

"We don't usually do this kind of thing, but your friend was very persuasive." The blonde says with a deep voice that doesn't match his face. He's Australian too. "I hope this is ok with you?" He asks, stepping in front of you.

"It's ok with me. He seems really nervous though, honestly." Your eyes flick to his friend who stood off to the side. The blonde looks over at his friend and smiles.

"He's just shy. Han, come over and say hi to our friend for the night." He steps to your side and places his hand on your lower back. The one named Han steps up to you and smiles shyly.

"I don't bite." You laugh softly. "Unless you want me too." You wink. Han's cheeks turn a light pink. Felix moves your hair off your shoulder, seeing the hickey that was there. He smirks and leans down, leaving featherlight kisses along your skin. You close your eyes and tilt your head a bit. Your lips separate some. Han watches his friend for a moment before his eyes flick back to you, seeing how relaxed you are, relaxes him a bit.

He steps right up to you and softly presses a kiss to your lips, deepening it when he doesnt feel you pull away. His lips were so soft. You feel the blonde shift to stand behind you. He starts to untie the back of your dress, slipping it down off your body. Han pulls away from your lips to look you over, sucking in air when he sees you in a blue lace set.

"Felix..she's so beautiful." Han whispers before he leans down to kiss across the top of your breasts. Your hands immediately snake into his hair, soft gasps leave you. Felix unhooks your bra and lets it drop to the floor. His fingers softly run across your skin as they go lower down your body. Hooking his fingers into the band of your panties, he pulls them down off you. Han kisses and nips your breasts before he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, making you moan softly.

The blonde chuckles behind you and snakes a hand around your body as he presses himself against you. You can feel how hard he is through his clothes. He slips a finger through your folds and immediately starts rubbing your clit. Your back arches a bit, your breasts pushing into Han's face and your ass into Felix's crotch. Both men groan out. Felix slips one finger lower and into your cunt momentarily before pulling out, making you whine softly. He pops his finger into mouth.

"Let's get this beauty to the bed, Han." He pulls away, your back suddenly cold at his loss. Han sucks on your nipple for a moment longer before he pulls away. You shiver as the cool air of the room hits your wet bud. They bring you to the bed and lay you down, taking your heels off you. Both men strip and Han kneels between your knees, practically drooling as he stares at your cunt. Felix kneels by your head, slowly stroking his cock.

You reach up and gently grab the blonde’s shaft, licking the tip. He groans, watching you intently. Han moves as close as he can and slowly licks up your folds before holding them open with his fingers. He uses his other hand to prod your hole with two fingers, slipping his digits into you just as Felix pushes his tip into your mouth. You moan out around the blonde, licking his length as he slides into you. Han kitten licks your clit slowly, his fingers move at a similarly slow pace. You gently place a hand on Han's head.

"You're in good hands. I've heard Han gives the best head." Felix chuckles, his eyes flicking to his friends for a moment before flicking back to yours. Han's tongue moves from your clit to your entrance a few times, making you squirm and moan around Felix. "Fuck.." he says, a deep moan escapes his chest.

Han slowly starts to pick up his speed, fingering you deep and fast, his licks speeding up too. You can already feel your orgasm building fast. You arch your back and suck on Felix as he fucks your mouth. The blonde reaches down to play with your breasts, gently tweaking your nipples. Just as Han curls his fingers inside you, your back is arching and a loud moan comes from your throat. You've never squirted before during sex, but you most definitely did now as you came. Han moans loudly as he licks and slurps up your release, not stopping his ministrations.

Felix groans when you moan, sending vibrations through him around his cock. You grip Han's hair as he continues to finger fuck you, slipping another finger inside your clenching cunt. He sucks your clit into his mouth, moaning around it. You arch and squirm under his mouth as you feel another orgasm already starting to build. Felix moves one hand to your cheek, holding your head in place as he fucks into your mouth.

After a few moments you're cumming around Han's fingers again, squirting again as well. Han moans again when he sucks up your release. He slows his fingering while you come down from your high. Felix grips your hair a bit as he thrusts into your mouth before cumming down your throat. You swallow everything as he pulls out of your mouth, groaning softly when he sees you swallow. The blonde looks at his friend and reaches for his hand, sticking Han's fingers into his mouth to get a taste of you.

Han watches Felix with wide eyes, his chin glistening with your release. Once he has his hand back, he climbs over you and kisses you deeply. You taste yourself on his tongue and groan into the kiss. He lines himself up with you and you immediately wrap your legs and arms around him.

"Shit..condom.." he mumbles against your lips. You whine and release him. Felix chuckles and passes him one. Without breaking the kiss, he opens the wrapper and rolls the condom on before lining up with you again, pushing into you fast. You arch your back, breasts pushing into his chest. He places one hand on your breast, the other on your hip and fucks into you fast, not really giving you time to adjust.

He fills you up well, pressing against your gummy spot inside you every time he thrusts into you. He pulls away from the kiss and bites onto your neck. He sucks on your skin, leaving a decent sized hickey. Felix sits next to you both and watches, a grin on his face. The blonde gently cards his fingers through your hair as Han fucks into you fast and hard, quickly pulling another orgasm from you. He groans loudly against your skin as you clench around him. He fucks you through your high before cumming in the condom.

You breathe hard, holding the man on top of you as he continues lightly thrusting into you, pressing soft kisses along the spots he left marks on you. You look up at the blonde who just smiles down at you.

"How are you feeling?" He continues carding his fingers through your hair, shifting on the bed so his face hovered over yours.

"I'm feeling really good." You gasp when Han thrusts into you hard. Felix chuckles and kisses you deeply, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

"She feels so good, Felix." The dark haired boy mumbles against your skin. He groans when he feels you clench around him again before slipping out of you. Han gets up and discards the condom before slipping back in bed. Felix has you lay on your stomach on top of Han, laying between his legs, as he slips his own condom on. He carefully straddles your legs as Han gently grabs your ass, gently kneading as Felix lines up to your sensitive entrance.

"Are you ready, beautiful?" Felix asks, placing a hand on your lower back, the other holding his cock, prodding your entrance with his tip. You moan out a 'yeah', closing your eyes. Felix smiles and slowly slides his aching cock inside of you, still straddling your legs. The position you're in makes you feel so much tighter. As Felix stretches you, you both moan out, Han groaning against you. Once Felix is in you as far as he can, he stills to let you adjust, Han slipping a finger to your ass, gently running his finger over the hole. You moan softly at the feeling.

"Such a pretty girl." Han whispers. Felix mumbles out in agreement as he slowly starts to thrust into you. Han slips a finger inside your ass, slowly finger fucking you as Felix thrusts into you at a steady pace. Han watches as Felix fucks you, carefully sliding another finger inside you. You moan and squirm a bit, making Han wrap his other arm around you, holding you against him.

Felix groans and grips your ass with both hands, spreading your cheeks as he fucks into you faster. You clench around them as your release comes quick. You moan loudly into Han's neck, both boys not stopping. You feel Felix let go of one cheek, another finger prodding at your ass. You gasp and moan as Felix adds one of his own fingers into your ass, making it a total of three.

"Fuck, beautiful. You feel absolutely amazing and you are doing so well." Felix moans out. "Can we get one more out of you tonight? Think that's possible?" The blonde grinds into your cunt slowly. You moan out a loud string of 'yeses', Han groaning, his head thumping back against the headboard of the bed.

Han moves his hand a bit, moving it into a slightly different position. Felix slips another finger into your ass as he fucks into you hard and fast, wanting to make you cum again. They both coo at you as you start to look fucked out, eyes rolling back.

"One more, beautiful. I know you can do it." Felix says, fucking you as fast and hard as he can. You moan loudly again as you cum hard around Felix, your body clenching hard around them. Both boys groan out. You feel Han cum between your bodies, his cheeks flushing. Felix grunts low as he fucks you through your high before cumming into his condom. He slows his thrusts, breathing hard as he fills the condom. You can feel him twitching inside you as he empties into the rubber, their fingers stilled in you as well.

Felix leans down and peppers your back with kisses as Han does the same to the parts of your face that he can reach. Both of them coo and praise you for how well you did. Carefully sliding out of you, Felix discards his condom and goes to the bathroom to wash his hands and to get a clean rag for you and Han. He comes back to where you were still laying on Han, the dark haired boy still has his fingers in you, teasingly fingering you slightly. You whimper softly at the overstimulation. When he sees Felix, he smiles softly and takes his fingers out of you.

Felix passes Han the rag and carefully helps you off his friend and onto your side on the bed. Han cleans your stomach before cleaning himself, tossing the rag towards the bathroom.

"How are you feeling, jagi?" Han scoots down the bed, turning on his side as Felix climbs in behind you. You smile, sleepily.

"Very tired." You yawn and stretch a bit. Both men chuckle.

"We weren't too rough with you, were we?" Felix asks from behind you. You shake your head some. "Ok, good. I'd feel bad if we hurt you." He peppers your shoulder with kisses again as he moves to be flush with your back. Han moves closer to be flush with your front, giving you a few soft kisses on your lips before letting you get comfortable. You fall asleep and the men hold you close, passing out themselves.

——

You woke the following morning to Han between your legs, lazily eating you out. Felix half hovering over you, softly sucking on one nipple and gently thumbing over your other. You moan sleepily and both men freeze momentarily when they hear you. Your hand that was closer to Felix moves up to his head, gripping his hair softly, your hips moving some to try and get Han to continue. You aren't sure how long they've been going at it, but you don't really care after last night.

Han continues to lazily eat you out, not in any rush to make you cum. Han looks at you from his position, seeing your eyes closed tight in pleasure. Felix continues to suck on and nibble your nipple, making it very sensitive. He switches his actions between your nipples, sucking your other nipple into his mouth. They continue this for a while before you're a whining mess, wanting them to fuck you again before you go your separate ways.

——

You're talking to Yoonae on the phone once you're back home. You were wrapped in a fluffy towel, having taken a nice hot shower before you called her. You looked over your visible skin that you can see in the mirror, seeing the fresh marks from the last two nights escapades.

"You woke to them on you, Y/n? Damn, girl." She laughs. "I told you you're irresistible." You scoff out a laugh.

"They were probably just horny. You know how most guys are in the morning." You gently touch a few of the purple marks on your neck and collarbone.

"Uh-huh." Your friend laughs. "When do you start your new job again? Was it next week or the week after?"

"Two weeks. Thankfully it's a job I'm comfortable in." You sigh. You grab another towel and start drying your hair with it, trying to get most of the moisture out of your hair.

"So, two more weeks I can take you out. Got it." You snort at her comment.

"I would like to stay home a few nights too, ya know." You toss both your towels into the laundry hamper, getting dressed right after.

"I know, but it's nice to see you happy. The guys you've seen the past few nights seemed like they were nice and you sound happier."

It's true. The four men you were with the past two nights were very sweet to you. Making sure you were well taken care of. The two from last night even offered to get you breakfast after the morning session you had. And they all definitely made you forget about your ex.

"I know, but let's go out in a few days though. My body needs a rest." You laugh softly.

"Fine." Your friend teasingly sighs. "Oh, I found this new gym and an art class you might like. I know it's been a while since you did any kind of art, but I miss your pieces, and I know the last gym you went to wasn't very friendly. They're 24 hours too, so you can go as early or late as you want. I'll send you the locations."

You thank her and talk for a little bit longer as you clean around the house and get laundry done. Once she has to go, you hang up the phone, deciding to look into the gym and art classes. You decide to sign up for memberships online. Taking the rest of the day to just laze around the house.

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[eclipseberrycake]

Shutout (Twisted! Glisten x Reader)

An: I'm pretty sure it's the same person requesting the Glisten things, and you know what? I love that for you, marketable plush anon. I LOVE Glisten so much but not very many people seem to want him to love them back :( So you me anon, we're changing the Dandy's world x Reader tag piece by piece.

This was a request!

They asked would would've happened if Reader hadn't made it to the elevator, and that's such a fun idea?

-> Part One

Warnings: Depictions of being turned into a twisted, Ichor being used as blood, unhealthy mindsets.

Writer does not condone the relationship depicted by Twisted! Glisten. It is written as unhealthy and dependent for a reason. Take it with a grain of salt. If this is triggering to you, please Do Not Read.

☁ It wasn't you're finest moment when your foot caught the capsule, sending you to the ground, but it's even worse when you realize it has seen you and is coming right at you.

☁ The ground came at you hard and fast, too fast for you to do anything but brace yourself. It's footsteps were much closer now, which became clearer when the room stopped spinning.

☁ You scramble to get up, tears already bulbing in your eyes as you stagger, your hip crying out in pain at the sudden bruise inflicted upon it. Glancing over your shoulder, you screech at how close it now is, moving much quicker as if to make up for the precious seconds lost.

☁ It makes no difference when put up against it's speed though, and you know it.

☁ The elevator is just in reach though, and a foolish, hopeful part of your brain convinces that you could make it. Just as your foot brushes the lip of the elevator, you're quickly reminded that hope has no place down here.

☁ It's fingers curl around your scruff and yank, making you stumble back with hands outstretched, just as Brightney reached for your own hand. Your fingers brush and Goob is just the second too late when the Elevator slams shut and you're left in the desolate room with it.

☁ It acts like it had gotten some big prize. It's garbled words cheer happily as it's other hand wraps around you, it's sharp edges pricking your flesh every single move of it's head.

☁ It makes your break waver and shudder as you try not to think about what's going to happen to you. You're going to turn into a twisted. There's no question about it. But you've never heard of anyone being turned by Glisten's Twisted.

☁ Would it toy with you like Bobette's twisted did? Would it make it quick, but no less painful, like Pebbles? Maybe it would be like Scraps or Goob's twisted, that let you think they lost focus before striking from a distance.

☁ You just hoped it was quick.

☁ Your heart stops and sinks for a moment. Speaking of, Glisten. He'd be heartbroken. He was adamant on you waiting until he was healed to go on this run, but your ability was needed. You promised you'd come back.

☁ Standing here, you prayed he'd forgive you some day.

☁ On the other hand, he was ecstatic. He had you in his hands. You had tried to get away. You had put up such a fight, but he was sure it was just because you were scared!

☁ That was it! You had to be so scared of his new form! He knew it was scary himself, especially since he couldn't go find his shattered pieces right now, but you'd grow to love it in time! He knows you would!

☁ Better yet, you could join him! You and him for all of this blasted eternity. He wouldn't let you go back to his regular form.

☁ Why would he do that. That would be foolish. Not when he has something he knows the other version of him would do anything to get back.

☁ While twisted didn't understand feelings, to a degree, he knew that if nothing else, keeping you with him would hurt the other version. And that's truly what he wanted.

☁ He never wanted you to leave. You were his, his, his. And he would make sure you knew it.

☁ Clawed fingers ran up your side before digging into the flesh of your hips, making you cry out as the first drops of infected ichor drilled itself into your bloodline. You shake and cry out, elbow immediately flying back out of instinct alone.

☁ It cracks the largest remaining shard and makes it reel back, giving you the opportunity to take off. You don't have anywhere to run, not really, especially not with the elevator shut down like it is, but perhaps there were supports left laying around that your team hadn't picked up. Anything to give you the upper hand, even as you struggle to ignore the ache in your side.

☁ It lets out a screech behind you, immediately taking off in the same direction you did. You sob pathetically at it, taking a harsh turn and hiding behind a metal shelf that had toppled over. You pray to anything and everything that its enough to throw it off your trail.

☁ It works as you watch the twisted run right past you, and you have to clap a hand over your mouth to muffle the cries that threaten to break free. You have no time to cry.

☁ You need to plan. Find a way to survive until a rescue group comes to find you.

☁...They would come. You tell yourself. they had to, right?

☁ Shaking your head free of doubt, you wipe your tears and carefully begin your search, picking up tapes and ornaments as you go. They have no use for you now other than useful ammo for you to throw somewhere else and throw it off your trail.

☁ There wasn't anything much really, aside from a few gumballs you were chewing on mindlessly and a can of pop you were keeping for and emergency. It makes you huff from your hiding place under a table. It wasn't the best, but it was all you could do without making a mass amount of noises.

☁ You can still hear it's steps. It had picked up it's shattered pieces by now, but ichor tears are still dripping down it's cheeks as it wanders, groans begging for your attention.

☁ The infected ichor in your system almost yearns to go to it, just for some semblance of security.

☁ But you don't want that. You Don't.

☁ Your head leans onto your knees as your eyes nearly close every time you think you have a moment of peace. You lost track of the time long ago, the slow realization that there was no one coming for you settling in.

☁ It makes your chest ache as you try not to dwell on it. Did they tell Glisten yet? You wonder how he reacted.

☁ (Somewhere back in the lobby there's a crash with screams of anger, a slighted mirror making his war path bloody and known. He demands to go back down, regardless of his own injuries, and demands to retrieve his jewel. He demands vengence for a wrong done, even if it was by no fault of the other toons. He's livid, spitting insults to those who weren't fast enough. To the distractor who didn't ensure everyone was in the elevator. To anyone close enough to be a part of his meltdown. He's had to be stopped three times from going by himself, making the situation worse. He's hurting and angry, and making sure everyone knows it.)

☁ You only doze off for a second, you swear, when a hand claps around your ankle and pulls. You try and grab out for anything to stop this, knuckles banging against the large center leg of the table before you wrap your arms around it. You hold on for dear life, and as the claws dig into your ankle and more infected ichor sinks into your bloodstream. It burns as it does, and you can feel every single inch of your bloodstream sizzle as it happens. You cry out at both the feeling and being pulled again.

☁ Your grip slips for mere second, but that's all it takes as your suddenly assaulted by the fluorescent lights.

☁ He happily babbles at the sight of you. He had found you! He should've known you were tired! He's never been a regular toon, but he knows that they need things like food, water and sleep. You were like a pet!

☁ He hadn't gotten his claws on you long enough to fully transform you, but seeing the black veins crawling up your neck gives him hope that your close!

☁ It makes his innards churn with excitement as he catches your flailing limbs, watching as your chest heaves and your cheeks sheen with tears. You'd be so pretty on the other side. He knows it.

☁ And soon you will too. He grins, or tries too, with his claws pricking into your forearms. His own infected ichor quickly streams into the open wounds and you cry out as your body quivers and shakes.

☁ He steps back if only to bask in his own work, watching in glee as your roll onto your stomach. Your eyes bleed into a shiny crimson as Ichor drips down your cheeks, your feet trailing it as you stumble to your feet.

☁ You're a glorious sight to behold and his lack of heart positively thrums as he pulls you close again.

☁ You moan, in agony or desperation, he's unsure, but he gives you his attention nonetheless.

☁ You'd follow him from this point on, he'd ensure it.

☁ And he'd make damn sure his other half knew it too, grinning at the sounds of the elevator dinging behind him.

[gayofthefae]

If you truly ignore Byler proof, there's a 50% chance. Because there is a 50% chance that a random guy in Arizona (with the last name Duffer) opened his laptop and typed out "boys kiss" and emailed it to a bunch of actors. For all the talk on how difficult it is to get a single shot, writing that is actually surprisingly simple and fast.

You're convinced that the people in your real life you believe are straight are, and honestly? That's what this is about. You can process that later, but do process it. Mike, however, is completely made up. Fictional. Doesn't exist. He is a puppet controlled by writers with free will. His relationship with a woman has 0 bearing on his queerness, (especially if he's bisexual, jesus christ guys, dating El doesn't disprove bisexuality).

At most baseline of a love triangle I'd say it's a coin flip.

People act like it's harder to write "Mike kisses Will instead" than to write, say "Nancy kisses Steve instead" because of their OWN mental block of him being queer. But there aren't actually any extra steps. All Mike has to do to have feelings for Will is say he does. All Finn has to do is act like it.

It is not as difficult to make a character queer as it is for you to accept them as queer, and that's what people are equating. It does not require any additional effort than any other situation in which one character is wanted by two characters. It is equally easy to put them with either one.

People act like just because Mike doesn't currently have overt feelings for Will that there are lots of steps on the road to that. There aren't.

The most planless, bullshit way of doing it they could do is to say "everything up until now - the I love you, all of it, was 100% true, but in this year and a half time jump, I have developed feelings for Will". A slightly better quality, equally as easy one would be "I believed everything I said and did was true, but I realized during this time jump that this whole time I actually had feelings for Will. I believed my actions but that doesn't make them true." Rewatchable, which we know they want.

Then, of course, the most commonly understood one, "I really believed I/was in love with you seasons 1-4 but learning that Will was the one behind the painting and that he knew me so well and made me feel so loved and felt that way made me realize I love him now." Cyrano, of course. We've seen it before, we know how it ends.

I, of course, prefer the more complicated, and therefore more accurate - and simply more interesting - versions, but this is on the assumption that they did not intend it and changed their minds when they sat down for season 5 or something.

Still easy as hell. So fucking easy. Tell Finn to look goofy at Will, don't even have to right lines about it, then have him talk to El and say any of the above lines. Written as bad as that, it doesn't totally matter. He will then, canonically and from the show's beginning when you rewatch it, be queer. Period, full stop. Tap Finn Wolfhard on the shoulder and whisper "be gay" and your job is done. It is very, very easy, actually.

People think that because represents him, they know everything about him automatically. But there are cases where you aren't him. You're the people around him. And just like them, you think he's straight. There are things I think about him that are projections of me, not analyses of the character. Yours is that he's straight. That came from you, not him.

People only act like it's hard because it's hard for them to wrap their heads around. But these aren't people who are magnetically repelled based on gender attraction. They're barbie dolls you're mashing together. You can pick whichever ones you want.

You may be Mike Wheeler. But the writers are 2x06 Erica Sinclair.

if a character canonically has a crush on another character (assuming it's legal), that means that the ship is a possibility. it's on the table. there's a chance of a relationship there. maybe if one of the characters is 100% canon confirmed not to be attracted to the gender of the other character, you could argue there's no chance, but unless they've outright stated so, it's on the table. it's an option. stop telling us byler isn't fucking possible. call it unlikely if you want - it's still an option now, whether you like it or not. get the fuck off my ass

[star-lights-up]

cherik but they go to therapy and they learn how to love in a way that is not harmful to the other

ooooh I love this!!

Assuming it's a writing prompt (if it's not i'm sorry it is now)....

Neither Charles nor Erik really WANT to go to therapy. Erik is very much a "keep it inside, I am fine, I am fine fine fine" guy and Charles is a DIY guy. He'll fix everything and anything himself. Talking to someone about problems and emotions? "we've got that at home! It's called an inner monologue, or a friend, or a journal."

At some point (aka after about six months of big, blowout fights where things get SERIOUSLY broken. Dishes and stuff like that. Also Erik leaving occasionally after them and Charles falling back into deep depression) Raven convinces Hank to team up with her and blackmail Charles and Erik into going to therapy.

("Couples therapy, marriage counseling, individual therapy, I don't fucking care what they do but something needs to happen. Or I will murder both of them myself. C'mon, Hank, I know you've got at LEAST one thing we can get Charles with...." "Raven, that's blackmail...." "So?")

Charles is skeptical, but manages to stay friendly when they first meet their counselor. Erik is being a grump and barely opens his mouth.

Then, at their first appointment, shit just... goes south. They start arguing, Erik storms out, Charles starts having a whole big mental breakdown, the counselor is sitting there like O___O

"Why can't I fix this?" Charles sobs, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world. It's what he's been thinking ever since he met Erik, really, ever since they started fighting and kissing and running to and from each other.

And the counselor is just like, "This isn't... It's about you and him, growing together and leaving space for each other's opinions. There's not anything you can do to "fix" it, because it's just a process. Learning to respect each other. And you certainly can't do it all on your own."

Charles nods and sniffles and manages to regain his composure. He apologizes, and leaves.

Erik's sitting in the car outside, still fuming. And Charles gets in and he's just super quiet. They start driving back home without another word.

Then when they're in the driveway Charles is just like, "Erik, I can't say our situation is all your fault. I hold the blame too. But I need you to try. For me. Please." Then he gets out and goes into the house and Erik's just sitting there in the car feeling angry and confused and stuff.

The next week up until their second appointment is quiet. They don't fight, they just don't really talk that much. Evening chess games are quiet. Erik sleeps in the spare room, and neither of them mention it.

They fight again at the next appointment, but Erik doesn't leave this time. And that tells Charles that he's trying.

The third appointment, it's Erik's turn to break down in tears. Charles holds him while he cries. That evening, Charles asks him to stay, to sleep in their bedroom again, and he does.

Slowly, appointment by appointment, they learn how to talk to each other again -- and how not to talk to each other. Charles realizes that there's certain things that he just has to not critique Erik for, even if he doesn't support them, and sometimes things just aren't as big of a deal as he makes them. And Erik realizes that he can't keep avoiding the hard conversations, even when he thinks that him staying will just be a burden to both of them.

They fight less. The remaining arguments are less destructive, too, and sometimes they're almost having fun, debating with each other. They can be seen holding hands, smiling again when they're around each other. They go on dates again, and more often.

Raven says a triumphant "I-told-you-so!" Alex, Sean, and Hank owe money after a month of no broken dishes.

And Charles and Erik? Well, they're happier than ever.

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[gemini-queen42]

Batb: Other Than Human - Themes stuff (& why I Called It That)

That's right folks, the self-indulgent "throwing any concept I like at the wall and haphazardly mixing together what sticks" au rewrite Thing has Actual Themes! That kind of happened accidentally but they are so real for that so let's get into it.

The Main Narratives Themes Trio of the story now all also embody expanded themes about being an "Other", when being a person is not enough to be properly considered human- more specifically of a neurodivergent/queer girlhood type flavor.

Summary is that it's called "Other Than Human" because the prominent theming is about being considered something other than human due to not fitting the mold of the 'norm'.

[This is a long one so details & specific character stuff are under the cut<3]

Amalure has the greatest departure from her original counterparts thematic placing, so we'll start with her. Amalure retains Gaston's social standing, reputation, etc. But it's of course not quite the same- because she is a woman, and she is not revered for being the picture of ideal womanhood/femininity. Instead, she excels in masculinity, but remains firm that she is and always will be a woman. So, to justify the desire & awe people have for her, they dehumanize her: She doesn't need to follow the Rules because she is outside of them. Amalure is not a person: she is a symbol, a figure, an object. A legend, a folksong, a modern myth. Her skills are not skills they are blessings, inherent, a mundane magic or supernatural. Despite having grown up in Villeneuve for her entire life, she is considered exotic, and is practically, if not actually, fetishized. And through all of this, the status quo and social order gets to be retained without question, and she gets to exist as the exception that proves the rule, rather than the Undesirable that she'd be marked as otherwise.

Amalure is fine with this, because this dehumanization is her status quo: She doesn't really view herself as a person either, she is defined by her relationship to other people, by who she is to them. Amalure has never been a person to anybody: Growing up she was never just a girl, never just Amalure: She was a girl with a mans brain, an embodiment of her fathers greatest achievements, an embodiment of her mothers worst mistakes, she is her fathers daughter or her mothers daughter, but not her own. (and she never both, it is either or, mother or father, never both, never parents.)

Princess Eve/The Beast is the other end of this, of operating through her dehumanization. Upon being cursed, she adheres to what societies have oft wanted to happen to their Undesirables: Hide away and never be seen by the public again. It is entirely self-inflicted, as most of her suffering truly is. She operates not through others dehumanizing view of her, but her dehumanizing view of herself and its warping of how she believes others view her. Because, well, the servants still view her as a person. I mean, they're still human- under the new object forms. And the separation of humanity that is easy to slip into on matters of royalty is awfully minimal as well; they watched her grow up, and she grew up among them.

The girl's bratty, spoiled, temperamental, and is a ball of horrid consequences of the shallow views and ideals learned from surrounding nobility. But she's also the girl that fell asleep listening to Cogsworth explain the many technicalities to managing servants; because she was stubborn in asserting her authority as the mistress of the castle, and thus she Must have say over its goings ons. But the majordomo's voice can be awfully soothing when he's not high-strung on anxiety, and it's hard to pay attention when you don't understand what's being discussed, so its all going in one ear and out the other. And She's Lumiere's 'Evie', who was so amused when Lumiere would draw on a little mustache when dancing the male roles so the princess could learn some duo dances, or because she didn't look very "waiter-like" (because Eve wasn't entirely sure what a maître d' did, but it seemed to have something to do with waiters), and who got annoyed every time the dance teacher/maître d' would warn her not to hurt her body in her pursuits, because it seemed so silly, why would anyone do that? And she's the girl who dragged Mrs. Potts to have tea with her, because she made the best tea and as princess she would have only the best; and if you're going to have tea you may as well have a tea party, and you can't really have a party of one, but two isn't much of a party either so she's going to drag Babette away from her duties too, since the maid was so elegant and thus would be perfect.

Honestly, the girl probably would've turned out fine if she was raised by just the servants. But they weren't the only forces in her life: she's a princess, so she's got to host and interact with important people and learn how to Be noble which isn't something any of the servants can teach her. And it is under the pressures and eyes of nobility, is in mixing and learning their social rules, that learns the lessons that will lead to her curse: That to be considered human and treated as such, one must look human. And to be such as a woman meant to look beautiful, like the ideal. As a woman, to be worthy is to be beautiful and vice versa. And even if she does not, she must have some way to serve men. Otherwise, she is nothing. Eve met these requirements well, and where she did not yet her authority as princess covered. So when a beggar woman is at her doorstep, the princess turns her away: because she is old, ugly, so long past her 'prime'- there is no worth to her anymore. There is no point caring for her future.

Helene stands as both the middle ground and inverse to the other two. She is an Other by virtue of her mind, she is Objectifiable by virtue of her beauty. She sits on the precipice between Undesirable and Desired, seeming nearly apathetic to where she lands despite popular encouragement to embrace or smother aspects of herself. Helene is quite sure she's a person like anyone else, thank you, and is frankly frustrated and a bit weirded out that others seem to have a hard time getting the memo- she doesn't like or want to assume the worst, though, so maybe she just missed another confusing untold social rule or something. I mean, the local triplets really do seem to be advising in good faith- they really do think of her as one of them to an extent (for reasons Helene is yet to know); they just don't understand her.

When Amalure pursues her, there's an unspoken aspect to the deal of marriage she proposes: Helene will get a secured place on the in of the community, a secure standing the promises people no longer questioning or trying to encourage her to no longer be herself. But Helene just isn't interested in Amalure like that, and she also sees what the real trade-off of that security is; that uncomfortable dehumanization that is exactly what Helene doesn't want to deal with anymore. If Amalure is fine living with it than she is free to do as she pleases, but the huntress doesn't seem to understand what Helene could possibly have a problem with- and it's not like they can discuss it, because it's unspoken, and you're not supposed to speak the unspoken things, because they're unspoken for a reason- even if you don't know what that reason is. Helene knows that rule, at least.

When Helene meets the Beast, she regards her as she does any other. It's plain as day that the Beast has a humanity to her, whether she's really "human" or not- she thinks and she feels, and that's enough for Helene.

Because Helene grew up raised by a single dad who she got most of her brain workings from, and he is a man of compassion and science. Off he'd send his beloved daughter to go and question and figure out the world for herself, to experiment and learn and become whatever she desires. Off to bed he'd send her to tell her fairy tales and have their lessons of love and compassion and humanity understood as she drifted off to sleep. Helene was never Odd with her father, never Other, in fact they were so easily two of a kind. It was so jarring, hearing people imply Tyndare less than sane; his logic paths were so easy to follow- but apparently his voice gruffs enough that others have a hard time understanding what he's saying sometimes, so that's where things seem to get lost in translation she guesses. People became jarring in other ways as she grew up too, because suddenly there seemed to be lots of social things she was supposed to know or be but didn't and wasn't, and it became very apparent very quickly that she was an Other among her village.

Overall: Eve & Helene get to go through these themes through the main plot, and post curse-breaking is when Eve gets to properly deal with the internalized issues and whatnot. Like she's learned beauty doesn't matter when it comes to love, and shouldn't decide whether or not someone should be cared about, and Helene loves her despite her having been beastly and despite her being a failure of a woman- (because she no longer fits the feminine ideal after the curse is broken, and frankly she never will again.) But she's still a Failure Of A Woman and Helene deserves Better Than That! So there's still work to do.

Amalure remains static on this aspect of the narrative until after the battle at the castle, where she does survive! .. barely. and it's later, in an argument with her mother that same night, bleeding out on the kitchen floor, when she asserts that she's her daughter too, not just her fathers. she has always been her daughter, always will be, she is the daughter of both of them, because that's not something that just switches or turns on and off- and it's an entire rant that I will not recite here, but the important part is the assertion that she is, always has been, always will be, the daughter of both her parents at once- that's the first little step for her arc of recognizing her own individual personhood and whatnot.

[ratatatastic]

lmaoooo maffhew wanting the knot immediately and having to wait for sasha to catch up with that is so deeply funny like. this omega is not subtle and you’re not a stupid alpha babe! can only imagine what benny has to say to maffhew about it once he catches on and stops banging his head against a wall

idiots to lovers is always great but especially when its two people who would be hitched with 10 kids by now if they stopped being dumb for a single second like its that easy and yet...

to me they very much fall around the same time (infatuation at first scent if you will) just that sasha takes some time to get there not because he's dumb (okay he's a little dumb) but in the sense that its like "this person is very interested in me, i can see and recognise that but theres so much cognitive dissonance in my brain right now between knowing that intrinsically and finding that hard to believe so i unintentionally play dumb because obviously i'm reading too much into things it cant be me they're interested in haha that'd crazy but they're being awfully touchy and flirty with me wow"

but also it takes two to tango and we have to acknowledge that and this is when i would love to bring up the ways in which this man decides is the best way to go about that because he is a catholic school girlie... there's so much hilarity to be had here especially because his flirting is very uh how you say... a little ass backwards if you will especially considering dynamics

"I make it a point to keep the door closed when we're alone in a room together! That's basically a clear invitation that I'm down to fuck!!! Im basically asking to be ragdolled on his knot!!!"

and Benny just pinches the bridge of his nose like "I don't know how to explain to you in a way you'll understand that not everyone went to Catholic school."

But saying that Sasha does side-eye the door knob heavily when Maffhew goes over to close it the first time and he starts sweating like he just got dragged into a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven he did not sign up for and he's 13 again and oh god he got paired with a really cute girl, and he hasn't even had his first real kiss yet and-

And then absolutely nothing happens because Maffhew is just waiting with a polite expectant smile (because his work here is done, he did the heavy lifting know it's Sasha's turn) and this is when Sasha's dynamic classes training kicks in and he basically scolds himself for even assuming in the first place because this is clearly a show of trust (correct) not an invitation for extra circular activities (incorrect buzzer noise) and it basically becomes "This Omega really trusts me, I'm honoured especially as Pack Leader that I'm able to be so accepted into such a private space with the inherent knowledge that I will not encroach their boundaries whatsoever because consent is verbal, this is not in any way an invitation to take advantage of them this is deep platonic trust I will guard with my life :]"

and if you listen closely you can hear the lovely sounds of Maffhew bashing his head into a wall about how much of a gentleman Sasha is but also COME ONNNNNN... you know... once Maffhew realises what's happening which (looks at my watch) is not due for another few months really

Battle of wills: unstoppable force (maffhews catholic school understanding of dynamic interactions) vs immovable object (overseas alpha cotillion classes)

And if you think it's an Oh! An overseas dynamic thing! It's not. The Euros are watching the horrible car crash in front of them and doing absolutely nothing about it because it's none of their business, but they will stare at it... maybe judge it a bit but definitely are observing from the tall grass.

and I'm also not saying that luosty lundy forsy and bobby have a current running bet of how long it'll take for maffhew to break sasha in but i'm also not not saying that... luosty goaded lundy in the midst of a gossip session ("It has to be 3 months, right?) forsy happened to be around so lundy turned to him for advice ("7 months.") and maybeeee bobby overheard from all the way over from his stall and puts in his two cents for what it's worth ("6. Captain nice but not that nice. Very impatient." "So 3!" "No. Impatience makes him double the time, and wait longer. 6 months.") (lundy finally settles on a good 5 months because he's indecisive)

And Sasha does eventually pick up everything maffhew is throwing down... eventually... and when he does it becomes more so I want to court this omega the way they deserve I will take this slow and romance them sweetly :) *smash cut to maffhew caterwauling like a cat in heat*

but also once again its not like maffhew is helping sasha in any way this is idiot4idiot and benny would like to enjoy the car crash with the euros but unfortunately that's his soulmate, thats his bestie, his littermate from birth who has been weaned on the same teat as they climbed over each other to get to it, the first girl you kissed in your childhood bedroom because somehow you started play fighting on the bed because she was like i could totally pin you down easy and then she does and you always noticed how beautiful she was but shes even more gorgeous when she's pinning your wrists to your hannnah montana duvet you promised yourself youd changed out before she came over but you forget and well she teased you about it and you cant help but giggle about how perfect this all is and it seems that the natural conclusion to this is to taste the strawberry lipgloss of her lips because whats a kiss between besties huh its tacky and sticky and it tastes like summer and just other apt metaphors to put here about the inherent -isms of their relationship that i nearly cant put to words properly other than girls having fun (they are fucking)

and well anyways benny is watching and he has a lot of things to say about how its been proceeding so far

"You should really use your words."

"I am!"

"Right because smelling like a fucking perfume shop in the middle of October is using your words."

"This usually works with most Alphas okay!"

"Sasha isn't most Alphas."

"Tell me about it." Matthew grouses before he peeks over to Sam, looking up from beneath his eyelashes—the exact way he knows both endears him to Sam but also absolutely miffs him all the same, "Worked on you, didn't it?"

"Oh, is that what we're doing right now? We're calling getting a lapful of a preening O in preheat in the middle of a roadie a normal way to go about these things."

"It worked didn't it?" Matthew reiterates.

"It would work better if you use—"

"Okay! Alright!! I get it!!!" He does not.

like benny here is unfortunately an active listening participant in the going ons of the fuckery if not because hes involved by proxy because of maffhew because who else will hold his hair back as he calls him a dumb bitch you know

[agirlking]

I’m gonna try to censor this cause I’m about to be rude.

S!dL!nk shippers are perfect examples of why shipping has become so annoying to my aroace ass in fandom as a whole. People see these INCREDIBLY minor things and insist it’s a sign of a deep profound love, and CANNOT let it go if canon doesn’t bend over backwards to validate them. They attack other characters (very often using sexist logic cause the “threat” is almost always a woman), they try to do everything they can to deny the canon/semi canon ships (the debate about how Link CANNOT be living in his house, as if Zelda just kicked him out lol?) and it’s so annoying to deal with because of how they act.

It’s not canon. It was never canon. It was never going to be canon. Not every interaction is about romance and sex. Sidon is friendly, that’s how he is, he’s sweet and friendly to Link because that’s his personality!! His DEAD SISTER was in love with Link, she was going to give him engagement armor! Sidon wasn’t going to jump on his dick five seconds after meeting him! (I don’t think the ship is “amoral” or whatever. I’m just saying since we’re so hung up on canon, canonically it’d be weird for that to happen like that or quickly. But I’ve noticed shippers also try to undermine Mipha’s feelings, as if their ship only works if Link has never felt anything romantic or had anyone feel anything romantic for him.)

Stop going on other peoples ship posts and making it about Sidon! Stop complaining about his fiancé! Stop trying to deny canon evidence and push on happy Z3link shippers that it’s not what it clearly is! I’m sorry you’re not happy but your ship is just as valid! Your fics are still good! Why has fandom become so obsessive about canon backing y’all up? I was here for early day slash shipping and none of it was explicitly canon and we had a great time!

Fucking hell let people enjoy things and enjoy things without getting so pressed a ship you made up in your head didn’t happen! You will be so much happier!

(Also consider that bi people exist. Sidon can be MLM whether Yona exists or not. Fandom is constantly chomping at the bit to exclude and deny bi people so I’m not surprised. But still.)

[hiis-theme]

somewhere out there is an alternate timeline where toby was correct and people actually did hate spamton. could you imagine that. i have to imagine we wouldn't have gotten the spamton sweepstakes in that case which is crazy to think about given how much lore that gave us-

[goldkirk]

If anyone remembers all the dental work I needed done uhhhhhhh three years ago and never went back and ran away forever…I’m finally going back to a dentist on Thursday to restart the process and face my deep and utter abiding terror. And I also scheduled my COVID and flu vaccines for a couple hours later. And my psych appointment to restart meds.

I figured get it all done in one day, have my miserable immune reaction on Friday that I seem to always get with Moderna COVID shots, and then flee directly into the weekend and never be a person again except when I’m on and off crying. It’s going to be so kind to future me to get these things done and I can do it no matter how much I feel like I am constantly about to Actually Physically Die.

[rimouskis]

one of my best friends is about to have a baby today........... so weird to be on the periphery of something so life changing. I want to go "life is going to change forever" as if it hasn't already

[front-facing-pokemon]