#like here’s your token good luck finding love

[luhvey-duhvey]

I need to speak on this because it’s happened far too many times and seems to be a recurring pattern with Fusebox.

It’s really shameful and disheartening to see how often Fusebox puts black women characters into couples with people that don’t actually like them, and proceeds to villainize them in the eyes of MC/other characters in the game.

We’ve seen it in S2 with Hope being loyal to Noah then getting disrespected by him when he confessed to MC in the end.

We’ve seen it with Grace in S6, sticking with Ozzy although he’s disrespected her and clearly wasted her time by staying with her when he was pining for MC all along. And even when he does tell her he’s not interested anymore, she does everything in her power to “win him over” instead of allowing her to rightfully look elsewhere for love.

And if you’re going the Jin route in S8, it happens with Luna. Jin doesn’t want her but he sticks around to spare her feelings. She embarrasses herself trying to win him over only to get booted off the show.

Next, they love to turn them into the “mean ones” by getting upset with MC/defending their relationship when romance (often initiated by the one they’re coupled up with) strikes.

Then they’re the enemy and everyone is waiting for them to be voted out of their game.

Yeah, sure, they’re just characters. It’s just a game. But it blows my mind, especially seeing this as a black player, that time and time again they’ve done this with the black women characters in the exact SAME way:

1. Couple with someone that’s not interested

2. argue/be a jerk to MC/refuse to take hints that their love interest doesn’t like them

3. do acrobatics to win said love interest over

4. get heartbroken, kicked off

If you’re going to put black women in your show, is it too much to ask them to be respected? To be deserving of a happy ending too? Reflect on how you’ve been representing black women, Fusebox.

Then do better.

[bluublu-blub]

yan! ex husband (pt. 2)

was supposed to write something on Wednesday but i was still sick. i think i have the worst luck since june came but i am feeling a lot better now. i was almost sent to the hospital but it's a good thing, i wasn't. here is the update for you guys, sorry for the long wait.

He's crazy. 

You looked as he gripped on the divorce papers with so much ferocity that you had ever seen him. He's diligently and quickly reading the fine print as his hands shake from gripping on it. It feels as though you are watching a man descend to madness.

It made you step back away from him.

Then, the paper falls from his grip.

You took one step back further.

"I..." He started. "No... Why?" Now, he is staring at you like you had wronged him when he is the one who left you hanging for years!

"Just sign it." 

"No!" He looked at you with pleading eyes. "I can still fix this. What do I need to do? Do I need to earn more? Spend money on you? What should I do?"

You took a deep breath before looking at him with cold eyes. "Nothing."

"Nothing...?" He repeated softly.

"I don't need anything from you." You stated. "Just sign it."

"But... I..." He looked down at the paper, tears slowly filling up in his eyes. 

You gave him a little push as you bent down in front of him, giving him the pen and pushing the divorce papers in his face. "C'mon, sign this as a last token of your appreciation for me." 

Holding his shaking hand towards the paper, you gave him a smile as he stared at you through his tears. "I..."

"If you still have love left inside your heart, sign the paper."

That was the last time you ever saw him. As soon as he signed his signature, you dropped your smile and left him. Not before telling him your parting words.

"We shouldn't have wasted our time together." You didn't turn back to look at him. "Especially when you only think for yourself."

It's over.

He repeated those words in his mind again and again as he was left hanging at your shared apartment. The pen that he used to sign your divorce paper was left forgotten in the ground. He could only stare emotionless at the wall as he slowly processed what had happened to him.

It's over.

He had arrived at home from his residency. Early for change and excited to rest and spend time with you. He's eager to try your cooking after years of hospital food. 

It's over.

He could hear his own breathing.

He could still feel the tears in his face.

He could barely move.

He could remember your face for the last time.

It's over.

Time must've passed by, the window no longer emitted the light from the sun but he still remain on his place as he thought back on how could he fucked up.

He didn't cheat.

He didn't do anything wrong.

He is always there for you.

There's no reason for divorce.

It's over.

He doesn't know what day it is. But, he had managed to find strength to move and go to work because you wouldn't want a useless husband, right? 

This… this will pass. 

You will be back and everything will be okay.

It's not over yet.

He doesn't really remember what actually happened. He looked at the spot next to his side of the bed, wondering when you would be home. He shrugged, laying on his side as he hugged your pillow to make up for your lack of presence. 

(He also doesn't remember when was the last time you two had a date.)

(He also doesn't remember when it was your birthday and your anniversary.)

(He also doesn't remember what your job is.)

(He also doesn't remember your favorite music as of late.)

(He doesn't remember if you bought a new book and a new plushie.)

(He doesn't remember what your current comfort food.)

He went to sleep, not remembering a thing.

It hits him that you weren't coming back when he saw you at a cafe in a different part of the country. He was at a seminar when caught wind of you and almost called your name when he saw you with another person.

So, he watched you in the distance as he greedily tried to memorize your current appearance. 

Then, he remembered. 

Suddenly, he felt he was in your shared apartment again —on the floor, crying for you. 

He remembered that you weren't coming back to him. 

That's fine. 

He continued to observe you. The lease for your shared apartment is expiring soon, he had already bought a house for the both of you. It will not trouble him trying to talk sense to you. He won't be an absent husband —he changed, he will take care of you now. He learned his lessons.

It's time for you to go back to him, please.

He followed you when you parted ways with your little friend. He will take care of that guy later but he needs to take care of you first.

Lovingly.

He slowly and cautiously walked towards you. Appearing harmless to you with a smile and a wave.

“Hey,” he greeted you. 

He soaked up all of your attention as your eyes widened in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” You glared at him.

He put his arms up as if to show you he means no harm. “I have a seminar in this area.” 

You glared more.

“I was surprised to see you so I figured I could go and say my greetings to you.”

“Well you already did,” you snapped back at him. “Leave.”

“Let’s catch up first, darling.” He purred. “I have words to say to you.”

“Leave.”

“Don't be heartless.” He quipped. “It reminded me of the time you forced me to sign out divorce papers.”

You are always smart, aren't you? He chuckled as he watched your expression drop into nervousness while still staring at him with such intense eyes.

But, he knows you.

You wouldn't dare cause a scene in public.

“Fine. I am picking where we are going.”

He smiled even wider when you scoffed at him.

So cute.

He would not let you go now.

i wished i have managed to captured the essence of the descend to insanity and mc's personality. mc isn't a good person and neither is yan! ex for that matter but that makes them human in a way —and i wanna try and capture that feeling. in a way, mc was passive during their relationship together and yan! ex was too complacent that he could fucked up and mc would accept him either way. but, that's not how it works out for him and he's in denial for that. one could argue that they could've talk and communicate with each other —it will work out but mc needed to leave in order to grow. yan! ex just didn't get that nor does he want that.

[mrinafria]

The person who saved my life, and the person who made me want to live again, were all you.

Writing this to echo what @thedeathdeelers said in her post. I'm a Seon Jae softie through and through, and yet, when anyone questions Im Sol's choices or calls her names, I want to flip a table pretty much because have you seen the effects her choices have had on people?

Because of Im Sol's choices her mom doesn't have a burn injury on her hand.

Because of Im Sol's choices their house didn't completely burn down.

Because of Im Sol's choices Hyun Joo finally has the best of both worlds, with no regrets about letting go of something for the other. Her brother who was struggling with no motivation or luck whatsoever is definitely better off now.

Because of Im Sol's choices we even have a Tae Sung in the story, otherwise all we knew at the beginning, in episode 1, was he was some guy who dropped out of school after getting into a fight over something. Not the best first introduction to a character (who goes on to become the best second ML ever). I am the most proud about Tae Sung's transformation, because you can see that even in high school, underneath the 'bad boy' facade, he craved some genuine care and attention and guidance, which Im Sol the haelmoni, the yeppo noona provided.

Im Sol's choices allowed Seon Jae in Alt 2023 to live guilt-free for 14 years (where they confess), instead of him suffering that mental anguish and longing for 15 years out of guilt which the OG Seon Jae had to go through. And we all know what my feelings are about that version of him.

Because of Im Sol's choices, Sonagi exists (/-ed). Because if the 19yo Im Sol had not held the umbrella over him, giving him that dazzling smile of hers that is sunburst and blinding and contagious, capable of stirring storms within the heart, our boy would not be smitten and a loser and a goner for life (well, lives). And now we all know what that means when she chooses not to do that.

If Im Sol's choices have made anyone's life harder, it's Im Sol herself. She carries around the memories of THREE++ timelines, with the love of her life dying/almost dying in EVERY one of them. She goes through life as if she really didn't live through all that trauma that is enough to drive someone insane. She knows her Seon Jae is gone, for good, and all she has are memories that don't even exist in this timeline, memories that not even a single person can corroborate. You know how utterly helpless and hopeless that sounds like? She has a person in this timeline that resembles her Seon Jae, but she has to constantly remind herself he is not her person, her Seon-Jae, he better not be if she wants to see him alive. Going around in the city and seeing his posters/ads with his face on it, or stumbling onto him and seeing him staring at her with no recognition whatsoever? It's not easy. Becoming a complete stranger to someone who was once your everything, who could've been your everything. Not easy.

And she decides to carry on with life still because deep down she knows that's what Seon Jae would want, that's what Seon Jae had taught her: to live for the people who are thankful to have her around, to live to see another day, rain or shine. She loves life, lives life, as a token of gratitude to Seon Jae. She lives because when she says You saved my life, and you made me live to him, those are not just words she is casually throwing around. She is thankful that he made her find reasons to live one more day, and she is going to pay him back by living a worthwhile life. Because Seon Jae truly wants/ed that. He literally died wanting that, putting her life before him, because he wanted her to live, and by living, I mean not just breathing and spending the remainder of her life with survivor's guilt. Going back to this epic confession scene, he says all that because he is afraid of how Im Sol would go on with her life if he's no more. Here, he wants her to know that she doesn't need to blame herself, or suffer, because it is his choice to save her, and it'll all be worth it to him if she gets to live the best life she possibly can.

Just like Seon Jae in any timeline never stopped living or appreciating the good things in life despite longing for Im Sol for more than a decade, she will live and keep her love for him alive through herself. Even if she comes back home at the end of the day to cry in secret, or breaks down in tears in public places.

If Im Sol didn't make the choices she did, we won't have a Seon Jae to begin with.

[skywalker1dream]

Title: Stuck with the stranger

Note:so it's 2:40am I can't sleep and this fine man is in my mind, inspiration 'hating game' hope you have good day or night and don't forget to drink water ;3

part two | part three

Summary:When You get trapped in an elevator with a charming stranger named Carlos, what starts as a stressful ordeal turns into the beginning of a heartfelt friendship. As you two share stories and dreams, an unexpected bond forms.

Warning: Contains mild claustrophobia and brief moments of anxiety.

Carlos sainz x reader

You entered the elevator, you were accompanied by a stranger.

The doors of the elevator closed with a quiet thud, sealing you inside with a stranger. You barely spared him a glance, too preoccupied with your own thoughts. But when the elevator jolted to a sudden stop, the lights flickering out, you couldn’t ignore him any longer.

“Of course this happens today,” you muttered to yourself, frustration bubbling up.

The stranger beside you was already frantically pressing buttons, his expression a mix of annoyance and desperation. When it became clear the buttons weren’t responding, he sighed heavily and slumped against the wall, sliding down to sit in the corner of the elevator.

You glanced over, finally taking a proper look at him. He was fiddling with the bracelets on his wrist, clearly trying to distract himself. His features were dimly lit by the emergency light, but you could see he was attractive in a rugged sort of way, with a familiar face you couldn't quite place. He looked up at you with a small, sheepish smile.

“Doesn’t seem like pressing those buttons is helping much,” you said, attempting to lighten the mood.

“Yeah,” he replied, his accent a smooth blend of Spanish and something else. “I guess we’re stuck here for a while. I’m Carlos, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Carlos,” you said, settling down on the floor across from him. “I’m [Your Name].”

Carlos chuckled softly, a sound that surprisingly made you feel a bit better about the situation. “Not the best way to meet someone, huh?”

“Could be worse,” you said with a shrug. “At least we’re not alone. So, what brings you here?”

He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing whether to tell you. “I’m here for some work,” he said vaguely. “What about you?”

“Just visiting a friend. So, where are you from, Carlos?”

“Spain. And you?”

You chatted for a while, the initial awkwardness giving way to a more comfortable conversation. You learned that Carlos traveled a lot for his job, though he was still vague about the details. He had a love for adventure, often finding himself in unexpected situations,though getting stuck in an elevator wasn’t usually on his list.

“Do you always carry so many bracelets?” you asked, noticing how he seemed to calm himself by playing with them.

He laughed, holding up his wrist. “They’re kind of a good luck charm for me. Each one has a story.”

“Like what?”

He began to tell you the stories behind a few of them, and you found yourself genuinely intrigued. There was one from a charity event in Monaco, another from a small market in Brazil. Each bracelet had a memory attached, and you found yourself admiring the way he cherished these small tokens of his experiences.

Hours passed, and you both shared more than just surface-level stories. You talked about your dreams, fears, and the small moments that made life worthwhile. You were surprised at how easy it was to talk to him, a complete stranger. There was something comforting in the way he listened, the way he seemed to genuinely care about what you had to say.

Suddenly, the elevator jolted, and the lights flickered back on. You both looked up in surprise as the elevator started moving again. Carlos stood up and offered you a hand.

“Looks like we’re saved,” he said with a grin.

“Yeah, looks like it,” you replied, taking his hand and standing up.

As the elevator doors opened, you both hesitated, neither of you quite ready to step out. There was an unspoken understanding between you, a connection that had formed in the hours you spent together.

“I don’t suppose you’d like to get a coffee sometime?” Carlos asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I’d like that,” you said with a smile. “I’d like that a lot.”

You exchanged numbers and stepped out of the elevator, going your separate ways. But as you walked away, you couldn’t help but feel that this was just the beginning of something special. A friendship born out of a shared misadventure, with the potential for so much more.

It's short I know..if you want part 2 I will deliver it hope you liked it:3

[theflintwarlock]

Foraging for Witchcraft

One of the great things about foraging specifically for Witchcraft is that you're not restricted to just edible things. You can forage/find stones, clay, bones, herbs, water, fruits and vegetables, wood and more.

I've made a post previously about how important low-cost Witchcraft is. So consider this a follow-up of things you can find for your practice that are completely free.

Some useful tools that are simple to forage if you are near the sea:

-Sea salt

Just gather filtered sea water in a pot and boil until salt crystals form. Then put the salt on a baking tray and either leave to sun dry or put it in the oven. You can also make infused salts and black salt like this

-Sea shells

They are common for love workings but are also great for protection, grind them up and use them in a protection salt (obviously not one you're going to eat)

-Sand

Often used for ritual magic, especially dyed sands. Also good for spell bags, planting certain plants, keep it in Jars or boxes and Bury things in it for a freezer spell.

-Stones and crystals

Of course I love flint, but there are many different stones based on your geographical location that will be good for Witchcraft. Quartz is great for protection, it doesn't have to be clear in order to work. White quartz is just fine.

-Sea glass

Sea glass is such a great form of protection, with colours from green to blue to brown and even a very rare red piece. Being infused with the ocean's energies really makes it special.

Some tools that are simple if you live near a forest/wooded area:

-Branches

Fallen branches can work as wands, divining rods, kindling for a fire, and depending on the type of wood they have different associations. You can make your own broomstick from collecting enough branches.

-Moss

Moss is often overlooked in magical practice, but it is an amazing type of plant that you can grow in a jar terrarium or dry and use in spell work. It is often the first thing to grow over dead wood or old stones, and as such it is Hardy and useful for hard times and new growth.

-Plants

So, so many different plants. Some edible plants like wild garlic have great uses in kitchen witchery, some poisonous plants like hemlock can be an amazing kick to your death work or baneful practice. What plants you can Forage will depend on your local area.

-Bones

Animal bones are a beautiful way to incorporate death and life into your practice. I usually let the Bones that want to be used for my practice come to me- if I can't find any more in a spot there used to be loads, I take that as a sign they did not want to be used/found a better resting place. I could do a whole post on cleaning and preparing Bones for your practice but vulture culture on tumblr has you covered.

Things you can Forage if you live in a city:

You may be surprised that I've included urban areas in this list. Most of what you can Forage here is more commonly thought of as rubbish, but it has excellent magical potential nonetheless.

-Broken glass

Excellent for baneful workings and baneful protection magic. Please be careful when collecting it, wear gloves and use a sealed container so no shards escape.

-Coins

Find a penny, pick it up and all the day you'll have good luck. I always keep the pennies I find on the pavement as a token of good luck.

-Beer bottle caps

I love collecting these and putting them in little jars. Corks can do a similar job when it comes to magic- keeping something in that you don't want coming out. Like an urban salt circle. Put a lid on it.

-Weeds

While you might not be in an area with abundant foliage and wildlife, you will undoubtedly be able to find weeds growing in the pavement or on gates and buildings. Ivy has great binding properties, dandelions are great for protection, shamrocks for luck ect.

-Feathers

These are easy to find if you live near pigeons and other birds. Please don't pick it up if there is a bird flu outbreak in your area, and as with bones make sure to wash them before bringing them into your home.

[leighsartworks216]

I Come With Knives Pt12

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Had this idea out of nowhere, and I thought it would be a good filler so I'm not jumping super far ahead very suddenly. I may do another part with the love test, but I wanted to go ahead and share this bit

Also, I know this is not at all like the fair or w/e in-game. I haven't played the game yet (😔) and so I based it mostly around my ren fair experience(s)

Warnings: food, eating, reference to starving, references to past abuse, references to emotional abuse, hints at torture methods, social anxiety, crowds, mentions of loud sounds and strong smells, honestly very fluffy I promise

Word Count: 1,906

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The sights and sounds and smells were overwhelming. Crowds of people, young and old, wandering from stall to stall for food and merriment. Barkers beckoned them over for games, promising prizes for any who dared to test their luck.

It made your head spin. You stepped closer to Astarion, tentatively brushing your hand against his.

It was supposed to be fun - it was fun. Karlach had bounded on ahead with Wyll in tow, eager to test her skills at one of the games with loud proclamations of her imminent victory. Gale and Shadowheart were tempted by the wine tasting, whether to find the best of the bunch or to drink as much as possible before getting kicked out, it was impossible to tell. Lae’zel was particularly intrigued by a display of Dwarves demonstrating how they build weapons, the best way to sharpen them, and how to care for them so they last a lifetime and a half.

And here you were, at the very cusp of it all, seeking safety in Astarion.

“Ah, another first?” he asked, taking your hand in his and running his thumb along your knuckles. He wasn’t so bothered by the loud body of people or shouting and laughter - he’d been in the thick of it back when he sought victims for Cazador. Besides, he found it rather easy to blend in… And slip some tokens from the pockets of unsuspecting passersby.

You let out a long breath. “I don’t think so,” you admitted. “I feel like I’ve been to one of these before, but it’s all fuzzy. Maybe I just dreamt it.”

You both watched, amused, as Karlach cheered and whooped, excitedly taking the stuffed toy from the vendor, before turning bashful as she handed it to Wyll. They made a rather cute couple. Certainly the most normal of the bunch - and that was saying something.

Astarion snorted. “It would be rather difficult to dream up a place like this out of nothing.”

A couple passed by, brushing against your shoulder as they did. You instinctively stepped closer to Astarion to avoid the strangers’ touch, squeezing his hand. He frowned down at you.

“We can always go back to camp, love. They know the way back. And we’d get the whole place to ourselves.” He waggled his eyebrows playfully.

You chuckled, slightly strained. “You just want to read Shadowheart’s diary.”

“She has a diary?” he gaped, overemphasizing his words and pretending to be shocked. “Why, I had no idea! We should ensure it doesn’t get stolen by any unsavory types that might be lurking about.”

“You can’t read her diary.”

He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. “Spoil sport.”

The idea was tempting, though. It would be quiet. There wouldn’t be people to bump into you or crowd you in. You could spend an entire day forgetting what lay ahead of you, what trials you had to face, what foes were sharpening their swords and awaiting your arrival.

With a deep breath, you took a hesitant step forward. And another, and another. Your friends were enjoying themselves… surely you could too, right?

“Let’s just… look around.”

Astarion followed along, close at your side. As you began wandering, glancing at stalls that offered handmade trinkets and jewelry, ciders, and even face painting, he worked to make the experience more bearable. This meant subtly directing you out of the paths of heedless fair-goers. Every now and again, he’d whisper snide little comments in your ear; snickering observations of an obviously rigged game upsetting a child who screamed for their parents to let them try again, remarks on intriguing tidbits of information overheard from loose-lipped conspirators, scowling growls at annoying vendors who tried to get your attention to look at their random nonsense.

He was your anchor, grounding you to the experience. His comments eased your anxieties little by little. Your shoulders relaxed, you looked around with wide eyes that sought to capture everything going on. You didn’t feel the need to run. Not with him there. You wished you could show how truly grateful you were for it.

You stepped into a tent toward the center of the fair. Immediately, a flood of smells hit your nose - smoked meats, tart fruit, something floral you couldn’t quite pin down. Chatter filled the air until it devolved into a wordless humdrum, buzzing ceaselessly in your ear like a persistent bug, but there seemed to be enough space to walk about. Astarion followed as you followed the empty space like a path.

Stalls all aligned against the walls presented various foods from all over Faerûn. Delicacies, both appetizing and slightly disturbing, sat next to chef specialties. Wood elves and druids with various prepared mushrooms and herbs, orcs with meat piled high, farmers from the surrounding area that gathered with their fresh-grown crops. There was something for everyone here, guaranteed.

You leaned closer to Astarion to speak without shouting over the noise. “Shall we find a booth for you?” you teased.

He laughed. “Darling, this is a veritable buffet. None quite compare to you, however,” he flirted with a seductive grin. He reveled in the way your heart skipped.

You both scanned the stalls a bit longer, until something caught Astarion’s eye. Excitedly, he tugged you along. “What is it?”

He grinned over his shoulder. “Something as sweet as you, dearest.”

At the end of the row, tucked away in a corner, was a mess of hobbits, cherry-cheeked and full of mirth. Their entire stand was full of baked goods, from cakes as tall as Astarion with a multitude of layers and intricate detailing, to itty bitty cakelets that would be the perfect size for a mouse decorated simply.

“Ah, here we are!” He plucked up a tiny cakelet and tossed a coin to a hobbit that was all freckles. When they thanked him, the rest piped up to thank him, too. He paid them no mind, instead tugging you somewhere quieter and more private, despite the bustling people that filled every inch of this tent. He held it up to you between his fingers, an offering. “A sweet treat for my sweet treat.”

You laughed despite the corniness of it, cheeks warming with affection. There was something about hiding away in a dark corner that felt like some cheesy romance novel directed to young teens. But you liked it. A rare moment of peace away from the world, with Astarion and his rounded eyes and his charming grin. “You don’t even know what it tastes like,” you teased, eyeing the cake warily.

He hummed as though the thought had never crossed his mind, but his smirk said otherwise. “Well, I had rather hoped to try it myself.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned in until his breath brushed your ear. So close to your neck, and yet… you didn’t feel the need to pull away. “From your lips, of course.”

His words had an immediate effect on you - your heart raced wildly, your breath hitched, your thoughts spun. His red eyes watched you intently as you looked at the little cakelet. It was innocently iced white with a small red berry on top. But it wasn’t what it could taste like or what it could be laced with that made you hesitate. Hells, it could be fish paste and roe and you’d try it if he looked at you with those big, pleading eyes.

When you were behaving, when she acted like you were her most precious thing, she would feed you. Countless fruits and sweet meats had passed from her long fingers to your mouth, and now here Astarion was, doing much the same.

But it wasn’t the same.

She adored you as an item - a little plaything she could dote upon and torment as her mood dictated. Astarion truly cared about you, in ways unique to him. He was rude and demanding, but you never had to do anything. He’d be horribly needy for a hug or a cuddle, with no proper, easy way of asking, so he’d demand it, lamenting about how terribly lonely he was. But even then, despite his theatrics, you could turn him down with no consequences. No dark rooms or scold’s bridle awaited you. Even now, you could refuse entirely and he’d smile politely and tug you back into the throng of people. You could even feed yourself the cake and still accept his kiss. She would never be so kind. You would eat what she offered, or you would starve.

He could almost see the mental war you fought written on your face. The slight crease between your brows, the way your throat bobbed with an uncertain swallow. After a second too long, he panicked. He’d done something wrong, overstepped or ruined this entire relationship altogether. Whatever it was, he was about to step back and make a witty remark to laugh it off, and pray to all the gods who cared enough to listen that whatever he did the relationship was still salvageable. But you looked at him, and he froze, waiting for you.

You inhaled, gathering yourself. When you exhaled, you smiled, soft and sweet at him. “I trust you,” you whispered.

Somehow, by pure accident, he’d uncovered something horrible. And yet you seemed to be willing to press through it, to experience it anew with him. He was honored. Truly, genuinely, honored. You’d trusted him with so much already, and here you were, doing it again. Oh, he could kiss you without need of the cake to bolster his intentions.

Still, he held it up to your lips. The world around you disappeared as you glanced at the cake again, and opened your mouth. He watched your mouth attentively as you bit down, the juice of the red berry on top staining your upper lip. It was sweet: A vanilla cake covered in white chocolate with a tart red filling. But what truly made it wonderful was Astarion, when he tilted his head and slotted his lips with yours.

His tongue was quick to slip out and lick your lips, seeking the flavors you’d just experienced. You opened your mouth to him with a soft sound that made his undead heart seem to beat once more. His tongue dipped inside to taste more. He groaned quietly as the red berry hit his taste buds. Tilting his head to kiss you deeper, he caught a hint of the chocolate. Cupping your cheek with his free hand, he found the vanilla. You tasted sweet on your own, but this was heaven - if such a thing existed. He wondered what the rest of you would taste like if he spread the hobbits’ confectionaries along the rest of your body.

Unfortunately, the raucous laughter of a drunk couple reminded him of your surroundings. He stroked his thumb along your cheek as he eased off, and finally, reluctantly, pulled away. Your cheeks were all flushed, burning with hot blood against his hand. Your eyes stayed closed a moment longer. It was as if you had to find your way back into your body after the kiss. When they fluttered open, your eyes found his immediately, pupils dilated. He had to force himself not to kiss you again.

He grinned and pulled away, leaving a somewhat respectable distance between you. He fed you the other half of the cake, and licked his fingers with a devious smile.

“Absolutely delicious.”

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Stray: Part 7

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Stray: Part 7

His human came home that evening slightly late, but absolutely elated. Loki felt his heart swell to nearly bursting when he saw your smile. You breezed in and immediately lifted him and kissed him on the nose, then snuggled him close and kissed his velvety head.

“Oh, Loki. I've had such an amazing day!” you said flitting around, putting groceries away and kicking off your heels, nearly dancing with joy. “Mr. Mullen called me to his office and he's giving me a chance! He even apologized for being such an ass before.”

Good, Loki thought with a devious smirk. I guess he does value being in one piece.

He watched as you stroked the lovely purple cardigan then reluctantly took it off, placed it on a hanger, and smoothed out the delicate fabric with care.

Sweet mortal! Loki thought, You needn't be so careful with it. It's not some great treasure...just a token. I would get you hundreds of them, one for every day of the year, in every color. I would see that you never feel cold again.

But then he remembered the kind of creature you are, grateful for everything, expecting nothing, treating every good thing, person, and gift as something precious. He watched as you took a professional outfit out of a Mullen's Department Store bag and laid it out on the sofa. The crisp new fabric of the pencil skirt was a sharp contrast to the threadbare upholstery.

“Well Loki, what do you think? I've never had to buy office clothes before. I'm not sure about it but Tammy helped me pick it out.”

“Meow”. I approve! Very classy...but you'd look so much lovelier in an Asgardian court gown with a crown upon your head. That would be more befitting your beauty.

His human chuckled, and seemed to only understand his affirmation. “Thank you. I'm so glad you like it. I have a feeling you have great taste,” you said as you massaged between his ears until he purred with satisfaction. Sitting, you gathered him more closely into your arms, meeting his lovely, rare eyes and said, “You know...ever since I found you, everything has gotten better. I mean...not just the good luck of a promotion and meeting Henry. Just...you make every day better. I was so alone before. Thank you, little kitten. You're so important to me.”

You stroked his back and all he could do was purr as he floated on your praise. He had never felt such sheer pleasure from bringing joy to another being. Loki had also rarely ever been praised for anything either...mostly told to shut up or stop. He was ecstatic, bursting at the seams. He longed to reveal himself to you and finally ask you to spend your lives together on a grand adventure, but how could he? How would you believe him? How would you take it?

Come on, Loki ,he encouraged himself, you're the god of mischief. Scheming is what you do. Do it for a glorious purpose this time.

Patience was never his favorite thing, but he was determined to try it for his sweet human. The younger prince of Asgard felt an unusual pang of anxiety. Loki rarely faced anything in his long life that presented a true challenge or obstacle; but here it was before him. You were worth it, he decided. For you, and only you, he would find a way.

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That weekend you didn't receive a call from Henry. You did, however receive a letter in your mailbox in that same lovely handwriting on green and gold paper.

Darling,

I know there is Fall Carnival is this weekend at that lovely orchard outside of town, and I have never attended such an event before. Would you be my date for the day? Meet me in front of your building at 3 pm on Saturday and we'll have a splendid day together.

Sincerely,

Henry

Reading the note, you couldn't help smiling so wide your cheeks hurt. What an odd man! Sending courtly letters instead of calling like a normal person. It was incredibly charming, though; idiosyncratic in a way that inclined you to trust him. You guessed he wasn't so perfectly confident after all, if phone calls scared him. You couldn't blame him though. They scared you too.

So on Saturday, just before 3 pm, you kissed the little cat goodbye, then swung out the door in the one nice pair of jeans you owned and a sturdy raincoat, excitement and anticipation crackling through your bloodstream.

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Loki's irrepressible Cheshire cat grin unfurled across his face as he turned to see you hurrying toward your front door. You couldn't believe how handsome 'Henry' he looked; like an English country gentlemen, with his perfectly coordinated leather boots and coat. Evaluating your own ratty hiking boots and dated parka you felt like slinking away in embarrassment, but it was far too late for that.

Still, he kissed your hand like a princess and said, “Darling! Thank you for joining me today. You look absolutely lovely!”

“Henry...I look like I'm going hiking...and possibly like I'm living in a tent. I feel terribly under-dressed next to you.”

He looked genuinely concerned for a moment. “Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel self-conscious. I'm sure we'll be equally muddy by the end of the day, in any case,” he paused, looking deeply into your eyes, “and I'm sure you look lovely in anything at all.”

“You, sir, are dangerously charming,” you quipped, scrunching your nose in that adorable way you often did. You couldn't know how the little habit always made him fall to pieces.

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At the orchard the carnival rides were in full frenzied swing. The hundreds of multi-color bulbs painted swaths of pulsing color around the makeshift amusement park and further into the fields beyond. The rusty omnipresent hue of old machinery blended into the natural coppery-colored remainders of autumn foliage. You walked through the crowd, each holding cups of warm cider and talking between languid steps and steamy sips.

“You know, in all the years I've lived here,” you said, “I've never come to this carnival. Thank you for giving me a nudge to do it.”

“My absolute pleasure,” he assured you. “I've never been here either.”

You just observed his lovely patrician face for a moment until he finally noticed and said, “What is it?”

You grinned and stopped in your tracks, “Uh...nothing...it's nothing...just. You seem like some kind of incredibly fairytale prince...the way you talk, and your fine clothes and gifts and...and leaving letters instead of calling. How did you know my address, by the way?”

“Ah...well...Janet helped me out with that one. She said it was very romantic and was happy to be in on it,” he said with a shy grin.

You chuckled knowingly, “Well it is, and you are incredibly disarming, but you already know that. And she's still so young. Her whole world revolves around romance. Life hasn't taken that from her yet. I hope it doesn't.”

You both continued walking but he tilted his head to observe you. Some unspoken sadness flickered across your face; some history of aching rejection he had yet to discern. It was a scar, and he wanted to kiss it.

“What? Don't you think romance makes life worth living?”

You scoffed at him, assuming he was being sarcastic, but his eyes were completely innocent and sincere. “Well...I don't know. I never counted on it or looked for it. There were always more practical concerns. I figured if I told myself I didn't want or need it, it wouldn't hurt so much to never have it.” You shrugged. “It just always seemed like something meant for other people, not me. So I looked for joy and meaning in everything else,” you said looking around thoughtfully, “...in kindness, in the things I get excited about learning, in the small beautiful parts of life. Even on the bad days I try not to take anything for granted.”

“Wow,” he said, “are you some kind of saint?”

You raised and eyebrow at him and said, “I assure you. I'm far from it.” And I'd like to show you personally how far from it I could be, you thought and then pushed it away just as quickly.

“I have sad and weak and angry days. I have days where I want to scream and jump out of my fucking window. I often feel alone and...different. I wonder what's wrong with me that I don't let anyone get too close.”

He considered this. “ You are different, and it's wonderful.” He realize he was staring. It was making you uncomfortable, so he changed tact slightly, reorganizing his thoughts. “Well, it's no great mystery, right? You've dealt with being hurt and disregarded by the people who were supposed to love you. That's a deep wound, and now your impulse is to survive...but maybe...just maybe, you could thrive while you're at it?”

You gave him a cautious grin, “That's a lovely thought...here's to hoping. I haven't felt hope for awhile, but it's making an appearance lately,” you said, toasting his your little paper cup with his and downing the last sips of your hot cider. When you both drained your cups, you were surprised to see Henry suddenly crumple his cup, throw it to the ground, and shout “Another!”. He quickly realized from the startled faces around him that his Asgardian gesture of appreciation must not be a universal one. “Oh,” he said with a chuckle, picking up the little cup; throwing it and yours into the garbage can. “I'm terribly sorry! Force of habit...it's a Scandinavian thing.”

You giggled a musical irrepressible laugh, and he felt himself go weak under its spell. He wanted to hear you laugh like that as often as possible. You pointed a finger against his firm chest stepped slightly closer, so the icy clouds of your breath mingled in the crisp air, “You are a delightfully odd man, Henry. I like you. I...I really like you,” you said, making eye contact. He met your gaze so intensely that you forgot to breathe. His hand curled around yours resting it against the soft leather of his coat. “I like you too, darling. So...so much. I know it's cliché and makes me sound utterly insane but I feel so comfortable with you...like I was meant to know you my whole life.”

You were stunned for a moment; partially because you felt entirely the same way, and partially because that did sound utterly insane. While your mind struggled to wrap around what he had just said, he massaged your hand gently and exclaimed, “My god! Darling, you're absolutely frozen. I should get you some gloves next time.” He untied his large wine-red scarf from his own neck and wrapped it around yours, then bundled your hands carefully in the draping ends.

Loki longed to kiss you in that moment. He wanted to kiss you so badly it ached within him every moment he didn't, but he found he couldn't, which puzzled him. He had never had any hesitation with kissing anyone before. Loki had never known the experience of nervousness or self-consciousness in romance...until now.

Why! He shouted within his mind You idiot, why aren't you kissing her right now?

Then a smaller voice within his mind piped up; an uncertain voice of his younger more insecure self, Because, what if I don't deserve her?

You were disappointed. He could see it clearly in your eyes. You wanted it just as much as he did, and the liminal silent tension was wearing on your both.

You couldn't bring yourself to initiate a kiss he might not want, so instead you wrapped your arms around his lanky waist and snuggled into his chest affectionately, whispering a simple “thank you”. Loki paused for a moment, stunned by the gesture, amazed to have you in his arms. Suddenly he gripped you very tightly, as if afraid you might drift away like a perfect dream upon waking. He felt a tear roll down his cheek in the icy air, first warm and then cool against his skin as he enjoyed the weight of you against him, close to him.

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Could you write little headcanons for Rex and Anakin?💖🍼

YESSSSS!! More Clone Wars/Bad Batch requests!! Thank you so much @pretty-fly-for-a-sky-guy ! I always go to write request like these right away because the Bad Batch and the Clone Wars are my hyper fixation at the moment so I’m always looking to express my love for it! This request is adorable!! Anakin and Rex would be such a chaotic duo of Littles together. Good luck to their Caregivers. Please enjoin the Headcannons below! Thank you for the request!

Little Anakin Skywalker & Little Captain Rex Headcannons💙🤍 (SFW)

Tags/TW- Clone Wars typical violence, cuddles, adorable Little sibling energy here

With what the two of them face in their daily lives, it’s no wonder Anakin and Rex are Regressors.

It all starts out with Anakin. Beyond stressed out with what the Jedi constantly asks of him. He was almost at a breaking point before Padame stepped in.

She introduced him to the idea of age regression. Something that at first he found really silly, but then found really really soothing. Anakin was ripped away from his mother at such a young age, he never had a chance to just be a kid.

Padame became his only Caregiver until Obi Wan found out. During a mission together Anakin returned to the shuttle and immediately started to regress without realizing it. Obi Wan, who knew right away what was happening, stepped in and watches over the boy.

Together Padame and Obi Wan became his primary Caregivers. Hiding Anakin’s regression from the Jedi and anyone else who would try to use it against him.

Regression does wonders for Anakin. He was able to run around, play with toys, create fun make believe missions, get into trouble…well…that last one he seems to do in and out of his regression.

But there was still something missing…he wanted a friend.

He couldn’t very well just ask someone. And he couldn’t force them. But the Galaxy has a funny way of doing things.

Being the Captain of the 501st has its advantages! But it also has its disadvantages. One being the amount of stress and guilt he has over his team.

Anakin witnesses this stress with Rex and realizes the perfect solution. When the two are alone Anakin begins to explain age regression to Rex.

At first Rex doesn’t really understand it and doesn’t know if he would make a good Little at all. For one, he’s never had a childhood…what do kids even do? Secondly he’s worried about his team finding out but Anakin and Obi Wan reassure him otherwise. Most of all he’s worried he might ruining regression for Anakin by doing something wrong. But he couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Anakin brings Rex along whenever he goes to regress with either Padame or Obi Wan. At first Rex just kind of seems lost as to what to do.

But they slowly start to coax him into cuddling or listening to a book or coloring. Eventually, in time, Rex becomes a care free, relaxed and over all happy Little.

Anakin becomes the token “big brother” while Rex becomes the “little brother.” Though the have the opposite personalities

A new Caregiver is added to the mix and that’s Ashoka. Rex brought her in on his regression when he was alone from the generals and just needed someone to look after him. Ashoka couldn’t be more honored and happy to do so.

Rex loves to hang around Ashoka. He always holds her hand and stays close to her. When he draws her something, he loved to sit and explain everything in the picture and why he drew it for her. “And this is us on the ship together. See? I drew your lightsaber.” “I do see. Wow! You’re amazing at drawing Rex.”

Seeing the two Littles play together is adorable to Padame, Ashoka and Obi Wan. Just like on the battlefield, Anakin takes the lead instructing Rex on what they’re going to play or what they’re going to draw. Rex always follows along like a good soldier would.

Anakin becomes the token “big brother” while Rex becomes the “little brother.” Though the have the opposite personalities.

With Anakin, he isn’t the most careful and usually goes into everything head first. When he brings Rex into his antics, it’s a recipe for disaster. *cue glass breaking* “Rex did it.” “I did not!”

While they’re very close and very energetic Little’s, the two also have totally different personalities when it comes to regression.

Anakin is a bit feisty when it comes to following rules and such. He always tries to get out of doing something while Rex never fights the rules and is always looking to help.

Rex aka “maybe we should ask our caregivers first.” Anakin aka “nah, let’s go for it” Skywalker

When he’s in trouble, Anakin will always blame it on Rex. But their caregiver know Rex would NEVER and put Anakin in a time out. He pouts but goes anyway.

What they are is cuddle bugs. Anakin always cuddles with Padame. It’s the only way his Little self will ever go to sleep, is if she’s next to him. The same goes for Rex with Ashoka. Obi Wan on the other hand discovered that if he cards his hand through either one of their hair, the sensation put them right to sleep. It’s his go to trick.

Rex’s favorite activity is drawing. He never really got the opportunity to try it as a kid so now he’s in love with it. He loves to make pictures for everyone. They always hanging it up to make Rex feel special about his creations, and he really does!

Anakin’s favorite activity is make believe games with Rex. They’re knights saving the princesses aka Padame and Ashoka or if one of them is missing Obi Wan becomes the princess.

Rex is a sleepy baby when he regresses. Alway falling asleep on his crayons. Meanwhile Anakin always fights nap time.

Rainy days are Rex’s favorite! He loves hearing the rain come down, hitting the window and making puddles outside. It reminds him of Kamino and soothes him.

After a while of regressing, Rex wants to bring someone else in to be their Caregiver too. Someone that isn’t a Jedi, but rather a clone who can understand him on that level. Someone he can relate to. That becomes Commander Cody.

Obi Wan is thrilled about the new Caregiver. Cody, who surprisingly knew a lot about regression, was more than happy to be able to look after Rex and Anakin when the others needed a well deserved break. He especially liked to hang out with Obi Wan outside of the battle field.

Rex really connects with Cody and is always happy over the big deal Cody makes whenever Rex draws him something as well. “This is for me? To keep? I am so honored Rex! This is a master piece!”

At the end of the day Rex and Anakin love all four of their Cgs. But it’s no secret to anyone that Anakin feels closer to Obi Wan and Padame while Rex is closer to Ashoka and Cody.

If one of them gets sick they both handle it very differently. Anakin is a big baby when he’s sick, laying around and wanting cuddles. Rex tried to hide his cold for as long as possible until he practically collapses. Then he turns into a cuddle bug like Anakin.

Doesn’t matter if they’re on the battlefield or the playroom, Anakin and Rex are superior duo. Both as Captain and General, or as Big brother and little brother.

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🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 29 🔞

Prompt: Hyunjae x Fem!Reader

Tags: Unprotected sex (do I have to say don’t do it? Because don’t), public sex, sex with a stranger (this is also not recommended)

A/N: I have no idea how thirsty Miraes are, but we’re about to find out!

“Excuse me,” I heard a voice behind me. I turned around to see a skinny guy about my age.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

“My friend thinks you’re cute, but he was too shy to come over and talk to you himself and I lost rock, paper, scissors, so I got to be the lucky one to come talk to you,” he replied, gesturing to a group of guys collected at the end of the bar. One of them was bright red so I guessed he was the one who was too shy. He was also hot. Very hot.

“You can tell your friend I don’t bite unless you want me to,” I said.

“Noted. I’m Changmin and my shockingly introverted extrovert friend is Hyunjae,” he held out his hand and I took it.

“Y/N,” I replied.

“I’ll go pass that along and force him over here,” Changmin said.

“Good luck,” I smiled as my drink arrived. My friends were all giving looks of confusion as Changmin walked away. I tried to gesture that I was waiting for something, but I don’t think it made any sense. I watched as Changmin returned to the group and it took three of them to shove Hyunjae in my direction. I picked up my drink and walked over to the group.

“I thought I’d save you the trouble,” I said.

“Hi,” Hyunjae waved awkwardly at me.

“Would you like to dance?” I asked.

“Oh, um…” he began.

“He’d love to,” another one of the group replied. “Feel free to leave your drink with the bartender though none of us are really the roofie your drink type.”

The song changed and the bartender nodded as she moved my drink where no one could reach it. I took his hand and led him to the dance floor. I could feel his palm sweating in mine. I didn’t think I was that intimidating.

“Why are you so nervous?” I had to put my lips right next to his ear so he could hear me over the music. Even then I was almost yelling.

“I don’t…go out much,” he replied.

“So I gathered,” I teased.

“And I don’t usually see pretty girls when I do agree to go out,” he continued.

“Oh?” I noised.

“I’m the token bisexual in a group full of gays and the kind of girls that go to gay bars aren’t really my type,” he said.

“Thus the not roofie my drink comment,” I mused.

“Yup,” Hyunjae said. He’d relaxed a little and put his hands on my waist. I had my arms around his shoulders so I could hold myself within hearing range. For once, I lost track of time on the dance floor. I could feel my phone buzzing in my back pocket from my friends texting me. They were probably trying to figure out where I’d gone or they’d decided to leave and go to another club.

“My friends are blowing up my phone. Let me see what they want,” I said after the third song.

“Should I wait?” he asked, looking almost disappointed.

“Come on,” I pulled him behind me off the dance floor and over to the only thing that qualified as a quiet corner.

“I’m sorry if I kept you too long,” he apologized.

“Hush. I’m not dressed like this because I didn’t want attention,” I assured him as I texted them back that I was fine and still sober. “Done. That should keep them quiet for a while.”

“Did you want to dance some more?” he asked.

“Tell me what you want. Don’t be shy. I promise I won’t be offended,” I leaned against the wall and looked at him.

“Promise?” he repeated.

“Nothing you could say will shock or offend me,” I told him. He stepped closer to me, the first time he’d shown any confidence all night.

“I want to fuck you right here in a dark corner of a club, then I want to take you home and make you come until you can’t anymore,” he breathed against my ear.

“You want to fuck me in public? Where anyone could see us?” I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. My panties were wet and not just from sweat.

“I’m gonna have to take you from behind. Only way I’m gonna reach your pussy,” he said as I put his hand down my panties so he could feel how wet I was.

“I guess you are,” I replied, turning around. He pulled my shorts and panties down enough to expose my ass. I swayed my back so he had a better angle.

“Can I come inside you?” he asked as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my entrance.

“Please do,” I replied.

“I live to serve,” he kissed the back of my hair as he entered me. I was already tight, but my legs basically being bound together made me tighter.

“Fuck,” he grunted. He wrapped one arm around my waist and braced the other one on the wall as he began fucking me.

“Go hard. I like it hard,” I told him.

“Whatever you want,” he replied, tightening his grip. His cock was rubbing all the right places. I wasn’t going to last long. “Tell me what to do.”

“You’re so fucking big and so fucking hard, I dunno if there’s time,” I replied honestly.

“That’s why I want to do this all night,” he said.

“I’m gonna come,” I said as I felt the heat pooling in my belly and my pussy start to twitch.

“Me too, but you first,” he panted in my ear. He growled as he fucked me as hard as he could and that pushed me over the edge. My pussy contracted around his cock then a few moments later I felt his hot come inside me.

“You wanna do this all night?” I asked as he pulled out.

“What? You can’t keep up?” he teased.

“I can keep up just fine,” I grinned as I turned around, pulling my ruined panties back on and trying to check for any stains on my shorts.

“Good,” he kissed me. “Tell your friends the outfit was a good choice.”

“Tell your friends that you got some pussy in spite of yourself,” I said between kisses.

“Touche,” he laughed.

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Sleep Isn’t Your Only Friend

🚨THIS FIC HAS MATURE AND SUGGESTIVE SCENES!! NOTHING LEADS TO SEX THO, I PROMISE, III IS JUST BEING A BIT NAUGHTY🚨

GHOST X SLEEP TOKEN FIC!

HERE WE GOOOOO

Rain had been getting ready for tour in his green room when one of the crew members shouted out that they had a 5 minute hold before the show started, Rain sat down on a chair in his room and had a little think about what had been happening on tour, they had been touring with this band, he thinks they’re called, Sleep Token, which consisted of a singer, a bassist, a guitarist, a drummer, and 3 female backup singers. This had been great for them as sadly, Mountain and Copia had to retire from this tour due to urgent and unavoidable family matters, so they had just decided to let the drummer and singer from their touring partners take over for them until they were ready to come back for the new tour.

Rain had walked out of his green room and saw the other bassist walk out of his as well, he must have heard him because he turned back and gave a smile through his black and white mask, Rain gave a forced smile, starting to not like this other bassist. The water ghoul will admit, he had troubles with jealousy and he knew it, he was walking down the hall that contained everyone’s green room, each marked with their name, until he got to who he assumed was the other bassist’s green room, the door marked with the engraving of ‘III’, ah, so that’s the bassist’s name, ‘III’, Rain thought to himself. He continued the walk down to the entrance that opened up into the stage, he peeked out behind the curtains slightly to see all the people that had shown up for the collaboration, Rain didn’t get nervous anymore, he stopped having the jitters around his 5th or 6th show, he can’t remember.

But what he did know, was the presence behind him, he could smell who it was and it stunk, he turned around to find the other bassist, III, staring at him through his black and white mask, “Hey, man, I’m III, it’s great to finally meet you.” He stuck his hand out for the water ghoul to shake it, who hesitated at first, but dryly shook his hand. “You nervous?” Rain asked, sensing the other’s nervousness and anxiety, “U-Uh a little bit, never performed in front of a crowd this huge before.” III responded in a nervous tone, the water ghoul slowly but discreetly rolled his eyes so the other man couldn’t notice.

“You’ll be fine, you have a mask on like the rest of us, you’ll be fine, besides, aren’t you guys also performing some of your songs?” Rain was a tad curious to know what songs they had chosen to perform, before the tour had been agreed with by Ghost and Sleep Token, they were required to learn and practice all of Sleep Token’s music before the tour had been agreed on. Even though Rain knew how to play them all, he wasn’t informed on what songs they had chosen to perform, they were allowed 4 songs, and the same to Ghost, they were allowed 4 songs. Ghost had chosen Rats, Kaisarion, Year Zero and Square Hammer to perform.

III thought about it for a second, putting his finger on his chin and on his hip and doing that foot thing where he puts more weight on one foot than the other. Rain couldn’t help the pooling of weird arousal in his abdomen, he kicked that to the back of his mind, no way in Hell would he fall in love with a bassist who he has barely met and quite frankly he doesn’t like. “I believe the songs we’re performing together are… The Summoning, Sugar, Ascensionism and The Offering.” Rain knew too well those songs, The Offering being his favourite song to play on bass. But he was not about to admit that to someone he barely knows.

The crew member from earlier shouted from somewhere down the hall, “It’s show time, people! And… ghouls.” “Alright, showtime, man, hey, good luck.” III said to the water ghoul, “Thanks.” He said dryly. They walked towards where the curtain was draped over the stage and got into their position, hearing Imperium play as they got ready for the Ritual to begin. III was over near Dew and Aurora’s place on the stage, but not too close to them. He gave the other bassist a friendly nod, but Rain just looked away from him, the other bassist didn’t take any offence from this, as he was merely getting under the water ghoul’s skin, which Rain wasn’t aware of yet. Imperium ended and Ghost started playing Kairsarion, with Vessel and II replacing Copia and Mountain, everything was going well, Dew and IV seeming to be messing around with each other, IV was the guitarist who he hadn’t gotten a chance to meet yet. Kaisarion had ended and it was time for Sleep Token’s first song of the Ritual; The Summoning. It had started and Rain was dancing around, getting the audiences’ attention when he could sense a presence and turned around to find the other bassist standing behind him, giving him a smile through his thin but thick mask, Rain gave a disgusted look, but thankfully due to his big and heavy mask, III didn’t take note of it, instead giving the water ghoul a soft pat on his crotch, which sent waves of heat travelling down Rain’s body to his toes. This guy is trying to kill me, help me Satan.

The Summoning ended and it was time for Ghost’s second song of the show, which was Rats, Rain was still trying to comprehend what happened on stage, he’d lecture the other bassist about it after the show ended, but he just stuck to Swiss’ side of the stage, being silly with the multi ghoul, and occasionally hopping around near the ghoulettes’ areas. At the end of Rats, he caught III’s gaze from the other side of the stage, and he swears to Hell he caught III winking at him. After the last 5 songs went well, III and Rain only exchanging glances and pats on the shoulder here and there, the show went good.

Sorrow in the Wind started playing, and because Sleep Token don’t usually stay around to hand out picks or drumsticks, this was new to them, them all watching the ghouls and ghoulettes walking around stage, messing around with each other, handing out picks and drumsticks to the audience. II decided to run up to Mountain’s drum kit to find a new packet of drumsticks sitting next to the drums, he picked a couple out and walked back down to the stage and threw some out to the crowd, who were yelling a bunch of “I LOVE YOU GUYS” and “THIS WAS THE BEST SHOW OF MY LIFE” and honestly, II could just cry right then and there, he walked over to one of the ghouls, Phantom, and gave him a hug, who immediately hugged him back and he could faintly hear Phantom whisper in his ear, “I’m proud of you, you did so well tonight,” And that’s when the waterworks started, II started sobbing and held his hands up to his face to hide the tears, “Aw baby, don’t cry,” Phantom grabbed the smaller man and held him in his arms, the drummer said through tears and sobs, “I’ve n-never played in front of a crowd this big and supporting before, i-it’s just a lot to t-take in,” II sniffled and basically threw himself into the taller ghoul’s arms, who happily held and swayed him side to side.

The show ended by them standing near the stairs, bowing to all the audience members then leaving to go back through the hallways to the green rooms, everyone had gone to their green rooms, and as III was walking to his, someone grabbed him by the arms, turned him around and pinned him against the wall near his green room, he looked to see that it was Rain, “What the fuck was that out there?! Huh? Patting my dick and patting my shoulder?” Rain wasn’t yelling, but it definitely wasn’t a quiet tone, III was just standing there, and brought his arms up and started holding Rain by the waist, this caused Rain to startle and shove his arms off, “The fuck are you doing?!” Rain was seriously not impressed by this behaviour, until III grabbed Rain by the neck and smashed his lips against his, Rain not pulling away. The water ghoul putting his hands on the other bassist’s chest, the kiss started turning dirty as they both fought for dominance. III pulled back from the kiss, smirked and said, “I knew you had a knack for me,” The water ghoul looked at the taller man and was speechless, III took this chance to sneakily smack him in the crotch, causing Rain to double over, “What was that for?” The ghoul responded in a croaky and in pain tone, grasping his dick

and groaning, III just laughed and walked off, leaving Rain horny, in pain and confused.

Rain slowly walked back to his green room, still in pain from the abuse to his crotch, he opened the door with his name engraved on and sat down on the couch in the room and his mind wandered back to the moment that just happened. Why the fuck would he do that? Rain thought to himself, still horny from the treatment he just received. He ignored his boner, not in the mood to finish himself off, and decided to get changed into nicer looking clothes as they all decided to have dinner in a big place that Vessel and II somehow managed to hire, but the ghouls weren’t complaining, III said he needed the bathroom so he left to go find one while the rest of them found a place to sit, the spare seat, coincidentally, being next to Rain. III had returned after about 15 minutes, taking the spare seat next to Rain, they had been eating until Rain felt a hand on his thigh, he looked next to him to find III eating his food like nothing was happening.

His hand started inching more and more up his thigh, till it stopped right near his crotch, Rain was shaking at this point, slightly not wanting this, but also allowing it to happen, that is until the hand cupped his dick, which he shook, causing a few curious eyes to dart over, “Are you alright, Rainy?” Phantom asked the slightly shaking water ghoul, “M fine, Mount, was just a fly and it scared me,” he grabbed the hand on his cock and shoved it off, but it was back mere seconds later, to which Rain at this point, was just allowing the hand to explore, III caressing his inner thigh. Rain unexpectedly got up from the table, causing III’s hand to dart back to his own lap, and he walked out of the building to sit down on the stairs for a minute, III following after him a few minutes later, everybody at the table trying to guess and understand what just happened.

III walked down the stairs and sat on them next to Rain, “Hey, I’m sorry for back there, I should’ve asked you and it was wrong to do without your consent.” III said to the water ghoul, Rain looked at him, sighed and put his head on his shoulder, “It’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong, I’m the one who should be sorry from the start, I thought you were just trying to get into everyone’s pants and to be the “goody two shoes bassist”, I shouldn’t have been so quick to judge, I’m sorry, III.” III kissed Rain’s temple and put his arm around his shoulder, “No you’re fine, you’re allowed to have judgements, I was just trying to get comfortable with everyone and also get accustomed to the large crowd.”

“Because see, we barely get big audience, whereas you guys have massive crowds, so when Ves informed us that we were gonna be touring together, I was shitting myself,”

III scooted closer to the water ghoul and sat his head on the other bassist’s head, sighed and continued, “But I knew I had to be strong and look like the overly confident bassist with no worries, but that wasn’t gonna happen, so when we did the show, I started to get more comfortable around everyone, mostly you, because you seemed really cool.” III remembered what happened on stage that he’s gonna apologise for as well, “I want to also say how sorry I am for what I did to you on stage and after the show, it was totally wrong of me and I should have asked if you were ok with it before I went along and did it.” Rain peeked his head up from the taller man’s shoulders to press a chaste kiss on his lips. III cupped Rain’s cheeks to give him a proper soft kiss, and pulled back after, needing air, he knocked their foreheads together and they both let out breathy giggles.

“I wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with you tonight, if it means I get to see that beautiful blue body of yours.” III smirked at his own comment, which made the water ghoul blush like a blueberry.

“I wouldn’t mind that either.”

They had walked back to their hotel rooms after texting everybody that they felt unwell and would end their night early.

Fast forward to the end of “their special night.”

III was panting, “Rain, you were amazing, so soft, loving. I don’t think I have ever had more amazing sex than that with anyone, not even IV, shhh don’t tell him that.” III giggled a little, he was only kidding, not wanting to hurt his other boyfriends’ feelings, their relationship was open and so they were comfortable with each other hooking up with the members of Ghost.

“I enjoyed that as well, III.”

Their night ended by them laying back down, Rain in III’s arms, feeling safe and loved, and fell asleep peacefully to the rhythmic beat of the taller man’s heart in his ears. This was probably the best and most wonderful tour of his career with Ghost.

[sugoi-writes]

aaaaaye I edited #25 because I refuse to hear you say any part of your adorable anatomy is not adorable

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

Hazel I'm gonna kick kiss??? your ass GDHDHDHDS HOW DID YOU KNOW

What are your 5 favorite songs rn?

**heavy breathing in Sleep Token** JK, Jk, here is my real answer, my love (one that does not include Ascensionism. Keep in mind my favorites shift around a lot):

Cracker Island - Gorillazs (IDONTCAREIFPEOPLEHATETHEIRNEWSOUND. IMLOVETHEM). THE BASSLINE GOES HARD. I FUCKS WITH IT)

The Loneliest - Måneskin

(THE GUITAR SOLO. ITS SO TRAGIC AND HAUNTING, THE WHOLE SONG. I Honestly think of Autumn and Alastor to it sometimes ((Yes yes, Autumn from A Doe in Fall, yes~ I just KNOW we are about to get hit where it HURTS))

Long Nights - Eddie Vedder

(I LOVE LOVE Into The Wild ((the book and movie)), and... GOSH this song soothes me in a way that is almost INSTANT. I'm talking livid tears and self destruction to catatonic. On my bad days, this song gets me to sleep. It's an Earthy song that reminds me that I'm just a person and to go Touch Grass). Could also be a good Alastor song, too, imo. Him just... Being comfortable with Long Nights, and just getting the chance to be himself when he's alone. Gdshhsjs EVERYTHING IS ALASTOR CODED IF YOU TRY HARD ENOUGH???

Never Meant to Know - Tally Hally

(for similar reasons as the song before; but also reminds me of one of my D&D characters!)

Danny Don't You Know - Ninja Sex Party

(HIGE dweeb/fan of NSP. This song is also just... Personal for me and wifey. It's a moral booster. Ever since I've been going by my preferred name, it just gets me more in the feels ❤️)

Do you believe in luck and miracles?

I believe in... Hmm. How do I explain this... There's kind of a balance with the world? Equal weights of good and bad. I believe that putting good energy into the world always comes back to you somehow, but also, on that same hand, no matter how hard someone tries, the bad luck has to come back eventually. Life embs and flows, and we can't always have it good... The world just balances things back out sometimes? Ex: For every 3 good things, 3 bad things will happen. It never has to be major or anything, but like... It could be as mundane as 'I found 5 bucks in my pocket!' to 'I spilled coffee on myself'. This isn't related at all to your question FYCK MEgdhdhdhdb

Luck... Yes, luck certainly exists. Some people come by it more honestly. Some people just stumble face first into it. I also believe there are just some people who are so devastatingly unlucky. I always try to work for what I got, but you'll still find me picking up pennies when Heads is facing up. I'm always looking for a lil bit of luck (and avoiding bad luck).

Miracles, well, the fact that Earth and life on Earth exists is a miracle in itself. It's also a miracle we haven't all killed each other yet. So life is fragile, but by golly, we are lucky and fortunate to be here. Space is weird. ❤️

Do you think there is life on other planets?

I would believe it! Small organisms, plants, and similar things for sure... But, in the infinite expanse of our galaxy, there's GOTTA be a handful of idiots like us who don't know what they're doing. Or even better, an alternate reality of here (which would be neat). Hi Alternate Me!

Favorite part of my daily routine

TMI, but taking my fucking bra off. I can't wait for a possible future where I may not have to worry about that. But, aside from that, Robin, who usually makes us dinner. Shes a really good cook, imo ❤️ And, well, it's nice to see her smile when I tell her she's doing a really good job.

What part of my body am I most comfortable with

I think 'eyes' is a cop-out, so I'll go ahead and say my hair. I really do enjoy the way it is rn. It's softer, much curlier and healthier than a few years ago... BUT I definitely want to redye it to a funky color soon, haha. But if I had to say most LIKED, it would definitely be my eyes. Lmao

Probably fair you don't ask the inverse of that question, because you would be SOOOO cross with me, hehe ❤️

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Expect similar questions asked to you, Pookie Bear 🫡❤️

[aizenat]

I honestly am really done (for now) of caring about other groups of ppl who show time and time again they don’t care about me/us. White women voted for Trump in majority. Latinos voted for him in majority. Other groups; fucking indigenous Americans voted for Trump in overwhelming majority like he wasn’t literally trying to rip land from yall for a pipeline the last time he was in office!

Even black men voted for Kamala in higher numbers than these ppl. More than Latinos (of any gender). More than Asians and other races. The group of men telling women to “be their peace,” telling women to be submissive, and talking about how western (American) women aren’t “feminine” enough so they’re going overseas to find a submissive wife STILL showed up in higher droves to vote for Kamala than the rest of yall hoes.

Like white women especially, let this be the lesson on why Black women tend to side with Black men over yall all the time: because we can count on THEM to stand by us a hell of a lot more than we can YOU. White women are NOT Black women’s sisters. Yall made that loud and clear this year. Every last one of yall.

And in the aftermath, do I see white women coming together to say “what are we doing? We need to do better” and discussing how to organize and be better in the future? Nope. Instead I’m seeing tedious diatribes about how white women just couldn’t help but vote for Trump because they’re indoctrinated with fundamentalist white nationalist propaganda their entire lives, meaning they’re coerced and shouldn’t be held responsible for their voting choices as grown adults 🥺.

Yall don’t support us, so I’m done supporting yall. Immigrants who get deported: sorry for your luck. Sorry natives, but I will be cooking and celebrating thanksgiving this year. Asian girlies, since yall love talking about our pussies so much, I’ll be quiet and not correct creeps who fetishize and tokenize yall. Also, hope you can get into some good PWIs since ivy leagues are starting to be off the table after yall fought so hard to overturn affirmative action. Latinos who were white in their home countries and think voting for trump will make them magically white in America, hope white ppl care about your green cards when they’re chasing your children off their lawn with a gun because they don’t want your children playing with their pure white babies. I’m sure if you flash that, that’ll make them come around, right? White gays? Yall could have beaten the queerios by just being more vocal on your disapproval and finding solidarity and community with the rest of us over them too. You didn’t have to vote for the fascist. I guess it’s fine if you never wanted to get married or have kids, because that’s going to get reversed and we won’t be able to adopt or anything now. So thanks for that.

Yall gonna find out. Black people been here before so we’ll make it through. The rest of yall? Good fucking luck. And don’t look for us for help or assistance the next four years. We ain’t marching for or with yall. We ain’t lobbying for or with yall. We’re not organizing with yall. Get fucking bent.

Yall did it. Yall finally killed my faith in humanity. If you ain’t black, specifically a black WOMAN, especially BLACK LESBIANS, I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to know you. If it ain’t business, keep it hella moving. Fix your own communities and get yall asses together. And until then, stay the fuck away from me and leave me and mines alone. Yall sit in this mess yall created. Black people—BLACK WOMEN—are beyond done trying to fix shit just for you to undermine us at every opportunity. FUCK OFF.

It’s y’all’s season: leave Black women alone and suffer in the new hell yall created.

[northisnotup]

oooh many tempting choices but I'm going with night moves 👀

[Blows dust off]

I'm in a Position with Night Moves, cause i should probably finish S4&5 of Juno Steel but also I like the canon divergence semi-au I've made here and I want to shelter it. The struggle I have with Night Moves is that it wants to be long, which preemptively exhausts me. But i love it and it does haunt me.

The monitor at the front desk chimed just as Rita, who’d been unusually quiet piped up, “Oh! Mista Steel! Company is coming!” "Take your coat off, stay a while," Juno murmured, flicking his eye to the monitor on the desk. "I'm good," Alessandra's lip curled in distaste and Juno fought down the instinctive need to come to the crappy motel's defense. Sure it was faded and out of style and dim and dingy, but it was his, damn it. It was clean, and it was the last safe place left in the whole fucking galaxy as far as he was concerned. "If I wanted -" "Take your god damned coat off and throw it over your arm," he barked, standing up to his full height and putting his hands on his hips. The bell over the door sounded like a storm warning. Juno didn’t look. "Look, do I want to leave? Of course I do. But I don't. Because we don't have the coverage! You didn't clear your time off with me, Missy, now get your ass back in that kitchen and sweat in the jello for all I care, or good luck finding yourself another job." "Go to hell," Alessandra spat, never one to be slow on the uptake. She swept past him into the back, and for his sake, Juno hoped he could get rid of the potential new customer before she had time to start poking around and find something she shouldn't. Projecting as much Hyperion ‘what do you want and make it snappy,’ as he could into his voice, Juno didn’t bother to look up as he slipped back behind the front desk and prattled off the usual spiel. “Hello traveler, welcome to the Penumbra, the finest hotel/motel this side of nowhere. Show me your token, set your price limit and we’ll start talking rooms.” Key. Key. Key. Damn it all, where did R- “Prices? I’m terribly sorry, I know this is my first time patroning the establishment, but I’ve already purchased the token.” Said token was pushed across the front desk til it was just about under his nose. J-17, huh? “Purchased?” Juno whistled low, a grin beginning to creep onto his face even through the haze of annoyance that someone ‘tidying’ his space always inspired. “Damn, who’d you piss off, Buddy or Vespa?” He could have told the guy that token’s weren’t required to be handed in until checkout, but he was already annoyed this morning and had no qualms taking it out on whatever poor sod the captain sent his way. So, he pocketed the chip and hazarded a glance up. “Excuse me?” Oh! Wow. It wasn’t professional to whistle at guests. Not even ones as good looking as this guy. He was…sharp. It was the first word that came to Juno’s mind and lingered there. Sharp jaw, sharp smile, sharp suit. “The token,” he said slowly, tongue feeling thick in his mouth, “only means you’re able to rent a room here. If they made you pay for the token too, you must have pissed them off. My money’s on Vespa.” “Ah.” The man nodded, almost to himself. “That would be why the smile. And the laughter.” “Cackle, you can call it what it is.” Juno shrugged. “I would never.” The man held out his hand to shake. “Rex Glass.” “Juno Steel."

[fanfic-inator795]

Arlo and the Gang: Arcade Headcanons

Because Tess and I went to a local arcade today, and it’s fun imagining my favorite characters doing the things I do

Arlo, naturally, is pretty thrilled with the experience the first time he goes to one

He plays as many arcade games as he can, not really having a favorite ‘genre’ of arcade game since he wants to try them all (though I could see him sorta preferring the ‘simple’ games like skee-ball and rhythm games, since the boy’s got natural rhythm)

Arlo also finds luck-based games to be a lot of fun, having fun with the experience itself and not minding if he wins big or only gets a couple tickets

He also LOVES playing two-player games, since he loves getting to play with his friends + dad

Bertie is good at a lot of the more physical games - skee-ball, air hockey, basketball, etc.

The noise of the arcade can sometimes be a bit much for Bertie though (hence why she hates stuff like pinball or those games with all the alarms. WAY too noisy), so she occasionally needs breaks/will occasionally just watch instead of playing herself

Furlecia and Ansel both enjoy showing off on the DDR machine - Furlecia’s got long legs and knows how to use them, and Ansel just enjoys music/style-focused games (he definitely knows how to bring a crowd to the machine)

Furlecia also loves a lot of the fighting games like Tekken and Mortal Kombat, given that she’s a former underground wrestler and all. She usually plays against Alia.

Alongside fighters, Alia really enjoys shooting games - her extra senses actually come in handy here with shooting all the digital targets. Same thing applies to pinball.

Alia likes driving games too obviously, but she usually loses since the games/machines can’t usually handle her ‘unique’ and wild style of driving (much to her annoyance)

Tony doesn’t really care WHAT game he plays, he just tries to win as many tickets as possible so he can get a top prize from the prize counter/bragging rights.

He teams up with Marcellus (aka the cheater of the group/the guy who spends the whole trip trying to figure out how to ‘cheat the system’) to try and accomplish this.

Marcellus is also the one most likely to get his fin/part of his body stuck in a crane machine in his attempts to get a prize from it

Ansel also sometimes gets caught up in trying to win tickets/a great prize for his lil alligator boy. Like- he knows that Arlo doesn’t need nor want the top prize to be happy, but Ansel still wants to win him something decent for a nice keepsake his son can have

As for Arlo and the others, it’s not uncommon for them to just pool their tickets so they can all get a little something- or, on occasion, so they can get something cool and worthwhile that they can share or put somewhere in Seaside for everyone to enjoy

After they run out of tokens and have all their prizes, the group always goes out for ice cream after each arcade trip

Feel free to leave your own headcanons/comments on mine! ^v^

[holocene-sims]

For Grant Please: 🧁 [CUPCAKE] If you had to describe your OC using flavours, how would you (e.g., 'they're very sweet')?

🍀 [FOUR LEAF CLOVER] Would your OC spend hours looking for a four leaf clover?

🍈 [MELON] If they had to be put into a box, what box would it be and why?

🏵️ [ROSETTE] What flower symbolises your OC best and why? What does the flower mean in floriography?

🍬 [LOLLY/CANDY] What would your OC like to receive for Valentine's Day/as a token of love?

🍼 [BABY BOTTLE] What's your OC's first memory?

Thank you!

hi!! thank you so much for sending me these questions - these are excellent selections 🥰💖

🧁 [CUPCAKE] if you had to describe your OC using flavours, how would you (e.g., 'they're very sweet')?

he gives off orange & vanilla vibes!! sweet but like a fresh sweet, cozy and classic dessert flavor, and very light and bright 🍊

alternatively, he could also be orange creamsicle flavor. basically the same thing but sweeter and milkier lol

🍀 [FOUR LEAF CLOVER] would your OC spend hours looking for a four leaf clover?

he definitely would!

he wouldn't be super interested or invested in whether or not it brings luck (he asks himself enough existential questions without looking into good luck charms), but he would appreciate the rarity of actually finding one and the joy the search brings. he loves having a good time - he doesn't care where the fun comes from.

on a related note, someone *okay, one of my other characters* should take grant to one of those gem mining places. i think he'd be beyond giddy about finding even a tiny gem! a cool rock, even! doesn't even need to be a gem!

🍈 [MELON] if they had to be put into a box, what box would it be and why?

in very literal terms, i feel like he'd be a cat chilling on top of a hot pizza box!! he can even go properly inside if (1) he's offered a bite of pizza or (2) the box is otherwise empty 🍕

reddit.com/r/catsonpizza 📸

🏵️ [ROSETTE] what flower symbolises your OC best and why? what does the flower mean in floriography?

i answered this over here but he would be a white stargazer lily because it symbolizes reincarnation!

🍬 [LOLLY/CANDY] what would your OC like to receive for valentine's day/as a token of love?

grant will accept anything; he's extremely easy to please. however, he does have a sweet tooth, so nice chocolates (even if stereotypical) would be perfect! he'd also be happy with a giant teddy bear.

(author's note: he doesn't know he needs a giant teddy bear but he most definitely does...)

🍼 [BABY BOTTLE] what's your OC's first memory?

his first memory is when he was about five and sitting in the backseat of his grandparents' very, very old car with his sisters and a cousin or two (aka way more kiddos than should have fit back there lol). his grandparents left them for like TWO minutes to run back inside and get the cooler because the whole family was meeting up at the lake for the day. while they were gone, he started fucking around with the crank for the back window and was fascinated when it did something, so he kept rolling the window up and down...

until a wasp flew in, which freaked everyone the hell out and also promptly stung shannon inside her ear. oop

[poebot]

In the Heights | Well, Your Coffee’s on the House (Okay)

Usnavi is completely smitten with Vanessa. Not that that is a profound or new discovery by any means; the entire barrio has watched him stumble over his love for this girl for the better half of the twelve years he’s known her.

Sometimes he gets the sneaking suspicion that she knows and that she’s purposefully teasing him, hanging that information over his head like bait just to see how he reacts if she leans in an inch too close or looks up at him through her beautifully thick lashes at just the right moment. And then she’ll punch his shoulder in the way only a person who’s fixing you squarely in the friend zone would, walking out with a free coffee in hand and the illusion is broken once more.

There’s no way she knows. He’d hardly describe Vanessa as cruel. Sonny would probably argue differently.

“She’s playing you, cuz. You’re so obvious it’s almost gross,” Usnavi moves to pinch him for the comment but he’s quick to dodge it, anticipating it before it comes. “I’m not trying to be an ass but no girl as hot as that doesn’t know the affect they have on guys.”

Usnavi isn’t the biggest fan of the femme fatale stereotype Sonny insists on pushing onto his long term crush. It’s not like she can help being alluring. He grapples with a way to combat it, but before he can reprimand his (admittedly too old to still be getting shit for cussing) cousin for his language, the little bell for the bodega door chimes.

Sun streams in from behind Vanessa as she enters the store, whilst Usnavi vaguely considers how fitting of an entrance it was for someone as perfect as her. He glances subtly at Sonny who is staring at him with contempt as though he could read the thought forming in his mind.

“Buenas días, Usnavi.” She’s smiling softly at him as though she’s genuinely happy to see him, and Usnavi finds himself grinning ten times harder at the prospect. Sonny nudges him to remind him to stop smiling like a freak. A common result of what he dubbed ‘The Vanessa Affect’. Usnavi adjusts his lips in what he hopes is a more friendly, less serial-killer-y expression.

“Beunos días. What can I get for you, chica?” Vanessa flows around the store in search of her regular list, her long legs carrying her like she’s dancing. Usnavi had always admired the way her hips seemed to sway every time she took a step. Wondered whether she had callouses from constantly wearing platforms.

“Just these, thanks.” She drops the pain killers at his till, playing with the hem of her jean skirt as she chews her lip absently. Usnavi can tell she’s distracted, hardly present in the bodega.

“You good?” She snaps out of it quickly, staring at him with wide eyes. God help him, her eyes.

“Sorry, I’m just a little distracted. Moving and all…” Usnavi feels his chest ache at the kicked puppy expression Vanessa suddenly sports. He’s well aware that her search for new housing in a better side of Brooklyn has been relatively fruitless. He wishes he could do more, curses the part of him that’s glad she’s still here to greet him with a smile and a story from the salon every morning.

“Well, your coffee’s on the house. Think of it as a good luck charm, or a token of my support.” He’s already dusting the top of it with a sprinkle of cinnamon and bagging her ibuprofen before Vanessa can even think to protest. She slowly puts her wallet back in her purse before grabbing the drink and bag from his hands, let’s her fingers linger as she thanks him. Sonny rolls his eyes from his place stacking cans onto the beans shelf. They barely notice he’s still present in the store.

“Okay. You’re too good to me, Usnavi. I’m gonna get spoiled. I doubt they’ll give me coffee just the way I like it on the house downtown.” Her eyes have lit up again, and it’s all Usnavi could have hoped for with the gesture.

“More incentive to come back and visit us little people when you make it big.” She giggles, tucks a strand of her long dark hair behind her ear and moves for the door, turning at the last second to wave Usnavi goodbye.

As the bell chimes again with her dismissal, Sonny comments that he should probably start a dollar jar for everyday he doesn’t make an actual move. Usnavi feels far too warm inside to even feign shame.