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[spliced-dice]

No, Dream, we don't hate you for playing your character.

We're just learning why c!Dream was so well-written.

[ghouljams]

The Church of the Broken God (chapter 2)

Words: 5k Tags: Eventual John Price x reader, public masturbation, brainwashing, doublespeak, indoctrination, f!reader, passively suicidal ideation, self destructive habits, horrible bosses, depressed!reader, Cult Leader!Price Summary: Your life has been on a downward spiral for months. It's hard to find a real reason to keep going when everything you do seems to backfire. That is, until you get a flier for a meditation seminar that promises to fix all your problems.

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These women are… super nice. You don’t know why it puts you on edge. They’re not doing anything wrong. They buy each other drinks, compliment each other, they’re attentive listeners and laugh at every joke you make. You offer to buy a round, the same as they’ve been doing for you, and you’re not met with a rush to stop you. They look pleased, shoot off thanks and smile the same as they did for the other women. You feel like you’re doing the right thing, you don’t know why it makes your stomach squirm. Maybe you’re just not used to people doing nice things for you.

“You ok?” Nina asks, leaning over the table to frown at you, “you’ve gone all quiet.”

“Yeah, uh, I guess I’m just not used to crowds anymore.” You attempt to cover.

“It’s the compliments isn’t it?” Cassie jumps in, Nina waves her off.

“No, no!” You hold up your hands to defend yourself, “Those are really nice, you’re all really nice! I’m just not-”

“Used to it?” Nina finishes with a wince, “I wasn’t either, it was super awkward the first time I came out for drinks, you remember?”

“Oh my God so awkward, you were like a robot.” Cassie laughs, it takes some of the weight off your shoulders.

“But you get what you put out into the world, y’know? You give kindness, you get it in return, that’s what John says.” Nina nods, she crosses her arms and leans back against the booth. She feels serious, her jaw set and her brows drawn. “I was in a really dark place when I first took John’s class, it felt like I was living a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. My friends were drifting away, my fiance was cheating on me-” She shakes her head, you wince at how closely your situation matches, “-I was so bitter and it made me mean, I get why no one wanted to be around me.”

“Nina-” Cassie sighs, her sympathy obvious. Nina waves her off again, sitting forward to grab her drink.

“Whatever, it’s in the past now.” Nina mutters, your heart aches for her. You set a hand on her shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze. She smiles at you. It feels… good. You can see yourself in her, your pain and suffering. It’s a weight that she carries the same as you. “Kyle really helped me a lot, Christ I owe him a whole bakery.”

“Nina!” Cassie squeals, shoving at her. Nina’s shoulder bumps against you, warm. Camaraderie. Did you forget what it was like to have friends? When was the last time you saw your own? The last time they laughed with each other, with you? “You’re so bad,” Cassie laughs.

“What? He’s hot!” Nina laughs back. You feel a little left out. Your stomach clenches.

“Sorry, who’s Kyle?” You ask, “Your boyfriend?”

“She wishes,” Cassie snorts into her drink. Nina shoves at her.

“He’s a counselor, life coach sort of guy.” Nina explains, “He has a class at the rec center on Wednesdays-” Claire’s phone pings “-honestly it’s worth going just to see him, God I wanna make a sandwich out of that man.”

“I’m gonna hit the bathroom,” Claire announces. You glance at the other women at the table. None of them move. Weird, you would have thought women this close would be biting at the bit to accompany her. You always used the buddy system with your friends. Especially at bars. In fact the other women at the table seem to ignore her, only acknowledging her enough to move out of the way. 

You guess there’s a black sheep in every friend group. You know the feeling. You tap your fingers against the table watching her retreat to the bathroom. You don’t have a good feeling about letting her go alone. Nina’s insistence on “putting kindness into the world” or whatever is running through your head and you just… you can’t let her be on the outskirts of the friend group alone. You’re not even really part of it, but everyone is being so nice- you won’t be the reason this girl is left out.

“Oh um, I’m gonna ask the bartender something,” You tell the girl on your left, shit what was her name “can you-?

“Sure!” She pushes herself out of the booth to let you out, quickly cozying up next to Nina when you vacate the spot. You glance at the table over your shoulder as you make your way towards the bar, then make a hard turn towards the bathrooms. No one’s paying attention to you, that’s good.

You push the bathroom door open, trying to be quiet in case Claire’s shy. You’ll just, uh, wash your hands and pretend you’re fixing your outfit when she comes out. Nothing weird about that. Totally normal thing that people do, and not like you’re waiting for her to come out of the stall so you can- What? Commiserate about being left out? Ugh, you don’t know why you even-

There’s a distinct, wet, noise coming from one of the stalls. A ‘shlick, shlick’ sound that you recognize all too easily. You catch the bathroom door to keep it from slamming and cover your mouth. Fingers sliding against a wet slit, a soft huff of a stifled moan, and the quiet low rumble of a man’s voice. Deep and throaty, she’s on the phone with someone, or listening to something. You can’t tell which, what you can tell is that Claire --the girl who had seemed almost too shy to ask you to join them--  is masturbating in a public bathroom. And you’re standing there listening. You’re not sure which is worse. It squirms like bile in your stomach, you’re intruding, you’re being a creep. Your own cunt clenches. 

A quiet whimper leaves Claire’s mouth and you rush back out of the bathroom. You catch the door a second time to make sure she doesn’t hear it slam, then you press yourself against it. You fan your face, try to get your breathing right, fix your face. Fix your damn face! You press your hands to your cheeks, and squeeze your eyes shut. Oh my God.

You make your way back to the table, doing your best to avoid looking at anyone. The girl who moved for you initially lights up when she sees you, hopping out of the booth and ushering you in. You feel a little awkward sliding into the middle with Nina, but you don’t want to cause a fuss with so many people watching you. Good lord do they all have to look at you? 

“Did the bartender have what you were looking for?” Nina asks. Your eyes dart to her.

“The- oh, uh, no. I was wondering if he had a phone charger.” You cover quickly.

“I have a power bank you can use,” Cassie offers. You open your mouth to turn her down before remembering that would blow your story out of the water.

“Sure.” You relent, forcing a smile onto your face. 

“No problem,” Cassie chirps, digging through her purse to tug a power bank and two different chargers free, “it feels good to do nice things for people, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” you agree absentmindedly, fussing with the charger and plugging your phone in. An alert for a non-branded charger pops up and you quickly dismiss it. 

The conversation moves on to other topics, but you hardly pay attention. Your eyes are glued to the bathroom door, waiting for Claire. When she does finally exit she looks the same as when she left. No ruddy cheeks, no guilty glances around, no rumpled shirt or anything that would give away what she was doing in the bathroom. You try not to narrow your eyes as they flick over her body. You don’t want to look like you’re checking her out, you just want proof that you heard what you heard.

“Welcome back,” Someone says, and Claire beams at them.

“Who’s buying the next round?” Claire asks.

You drift in and out of conversation. Someone offers to split an uber with you, apparently they live in the same building. You wonder how you never noticed them before, but they hug you before you get off the elevator.

“It was nice to connect with you,” She hums, “it feels nice being part of something, doesn’t it?”

You don’t get a chance to answer before the doors close.

-

Wednesday, you think, flipping through your phone while you brush your teeth. Nina said her life coach guy was on wednesdays right? Curious, you check the rec center’s website.

“For the Whole You!” The site banner reads in friendly font. You scroll down to their calendar. There’s a lot of pictures of people smiling, a pie chart of something, testimonials, blah blah blah. The calendar is easy to read at least. And packed. It looks like meditations happen every three days, you spot John’s name easily. Price, huh, that’s a cool last name. Wednesdays… 

You click on the only Kyle you see, and a page pops up with- Christ- one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen. Kyle Garrick, life coach with a masters in psychology. That doesn’t sound too bad. You thought life coaches were just con men in ripped jeans, but this guy seems like he might actually know what he’s talking about. John’s name pops up again, a short anecdote from Kyle about serving with him. Huh. That’s kind of interesting you guess. 

You think back on the meditation lesson you’d attended, the power that John seemed to carry in simple actions, the musculature, the way he’d pinned you in place with a single tilt of his head. Military fits you guess. You click on his class and tap your fingers against the side of your phone as you think. The class has a helpful registration counter at the side, letting you know there’s one spot left for the wednesday evening class. It’s not like you have anything else going on, and it’ll fill your usual therapy slot. It’s twenty for a single class. That’s not too bad, less than therapy co-pays. You make an account on the site, begrudgingly signing up for their email list, and send twenty dollars into the void. 

You get an email from Kyle about an hour later as you’re scrolling through instagram, avoiding looking at the time. It feels pretty standard, welcoming a new person, attaching a survey on what you want to work on. You type out a few quick words promising you’ll get to it in the morning. Your email pings a few minutes later.

“You must be an insomniac, just tackle it now.” You narrow your eyes at the screen, “Might help you sleep to accomplish a task before bed.” 

What sort of weird logic- fine. You squint at the questionnaire, typing out your answers as best you can. Honest enough to get some advice but not honest enough to get sent to the hospital has always been your MO with these things. This one is sort of weird, but you’re exhausted, too sleep-addled to pay proper attention.

Are you lonely? Do you ever feel out of place? Do you have dreams where you act as someone else? Have you heard of the law of attraction? When someone says they feel “connected” to you, how does that make you feel?

Do you ever feel talked over?

Do you ever feel pushed out of conversations? Do you find it hard to accept yourself?

Are you on the path you want to be?

You rub your eyes, typing as best you can. 

Where do you see improvement for yourself?

Describe yourself in one negative word.

You type, and type. It feels never ending. Worse than the insomnia that keeps you up. It’s nearly two hours later when you finish. You send it off to Kyle without another thought, and snuggle down into your blankets. You’re so tired.

Your phone buzzes. You roll over to check it. Another email from Kyle.

“Thanks, this looks great! :)” You sigh. At least your work checks out. That’s good, you’re sure it’s just an auto-response, but you appreciate it nonetheless. Another message pops up. Your email alerting you to a new response in the chain.

“How long have you had trouble sleeping? I know a few good remedies.” You sigh, the screen hurts your eyes. You don’t know what inspires you to reply, why you don’t simply roll over to sleep. The attention is nice, you suppose.

“A few months. What’s your miracle cure?” You stare at your phone, let the blue light laser its way over your eyes. The screen dims, you tap it to keep your phone awake. To keep you awake. 

“Have you heard of sleep restriction therapy?”

-

Your morning has never felt more miserable. You barely slept and you had to upgrade your usual tea to an instant coffee. You’re nursing the brown sludge that you managed to scrape together from the break room’s limited stores when your least favorite manager swings by your cubicle.

“Did you finish the reports I asked for?” Kevin asks. You do your best to keep your face neutral as you sip your scalding caffeine.

“I told you they’d take me until the end of the day.” You remind him, “It’s nine in the morning.” Nevermind that he’s swinging into the office a full hour late, but you know for a fact that you promised the updated numbers by five today. You have the email to prove it.

“Oh,” Kevin makes a face, his teeth grit as he exhales through them, “I was really hoping you’d work on them last night.”

“Outside of work hours.” You confirm, trying not to sound too much like you’re questioning his less than sound judgement.

Kevin sighs your name with a shake of his head, “You know you’re not going to get very far in this company if you don’t care about your work.”

You take a deep breath through your nose, inhaling as much coffee vapor as you can stomach. It does nothing to calm you down. You can’t be expected to deal with this level of bullshit on practically zero sleep. Maybe you should look into that sleep therapy Kyle sent you, you really can’t keep living like this.

“I care about my work Kevin,” You tell him with as much of a smile as you can manage, “I’ll have the reports to you as soon as possible.”

“Atta-girl,” Kevin praises, snapping his finger to hit you with a nauseating pair of finger guns before moseying back to his office.

If you thought reporting him to HR would do anything you might consider it. As it stands you’ve already tried that twice and gotten nowhere. It just made him more dedicated to making your work life hell. Crazy how they always talk about retaliation in the “Hostile work environment” training videos, but no one seems to give a shit about it when it’s happening to you.

You spend the next two hours swearing at the mess of spreadsheets that Kevin emailed you yesterday. If he’d bothered to clean any of the sheets up it would’ve made your life a hell of a lot easier. You don’t even want to think about how many cells could’ve been saved if he knew how to use just one function. You can feel the start of a migraine pressing against the back of your eyes by the time your stomach is starting to growl at you about lunch.

You glance away from your monitor to rub your eyes, try to get some of the blurry tilt out of them. Your bag sits on the desk next to you, deliriously empty. Fuck.

Fuck that’s right, you’d decided to skip packing a lunch this morning because you were running late for your train. 

With a heavy sigh you check your lunch options just as your phone pings.

It’s an unknown number, weird.

You swipe the message open to delete it and pause.

“Hey, it’s Nina! I saw you work near me and was wondering if you’d want to grab lunch?”

You blink at your phone screen. How the hell would she know where you work?

Your sluggish brain clicks away as your stomach churns nervously. You guess Cassie works at the rec center, she’d see applications that come through, membership stuff. Maybe Cassie gave it to her? Nina was the one who suggested you sign up for Kyle’s class, maybe Cassie wanted to, you don’t know, spread the good news of your signing up?

Your head throbs.

You’re not really operating at 100% right now, you’re not sure you want to interact with someone who seems to have their life together.

“My treat?” Nina double texts you.

Alright, you can pretend to be a human being for free lunch.

You’re almost relieved to see Nina has a little darkness under her eyes, purple sleeplessness that she’s tried to hide with concealer. It makes you feel a little better for your own sluggish brain to think that she might be tired too. 

“I know this is probably totally weird,” She laughs when you greet her with a raised hand, “You’re probably like, oh my god this bitch is a stalker, how does she know where I work?”

“I figure Cassie gave it to you, because I signed up for your favorite class.” You yawn, as she nods.

“That’s smart,” She says nothing about your second yawn, “wouldn’t have been my first thought.” You hum, before deciding a verbal answer is friendlier.

“Yeah, I mean it seemed sort of weird, but you don’t strike me as the stalker type.”

“Tell my ex-fiance that,” Nina says with an eye roll, “ask to share your location one time- of course I was right to be a stalker but…”

You snort and she positively beams at you. You have to squint to avoid blinding yourself in the sunshine of it. She links her arm with yours and tugs you along to walk with her. You do your best not to tug your arm out from her hold, not used to being touched so casually.

“So what are you in the mood for?” She asks, leading you down the street.

“I’m not picky,” You tell her, trying to be easy. You could really go for something warm right now, you think you might be coming down with something.

“You look exhausted,” Nina coos sympathetically, “Maybe you should go home instead. Rest.”

You rub your eye with the heel of your hand and shake your head. “I’ve got a lot to get done today.”

“Surely your boss won’t mind you taking some sick time?” She sounds so sincere, you feel bad when you bark out a laugh. Nina frowns, “One of those, huh?” You sigh, letting yourself feel the heaviness in your limbs like a sick indulgence.

“Just a few more hours,” You assure her, “Then I can go home and sleep.”

“Let’s get something good in you before then.” Nina nods to herself.

Nina orders for you and sets a steaming bowl of rice and saucy vegetables in front of you. It smells heavenly, like ginger and coconut, and there’s little crispy bits of something sprinkled on top. She has a salad, and shakes it vigorously in front of her while you mix up the yellow curry and rice. Even just the thought of the food’s warm steam settling in your stomach energizes you. You glance at Nina and she’s got her head bowed. 

You-

Pause. 

A little awkward in the face of what must be prayer. You’re not quite sure if you’re supposed to start without her, or if that’s rude. You don’t know the protocol for this. After a moment she raises her head and blinks at you.

“Oh my gosh, were you waiting for me?” She asks, scandalized. You nod, unsure what to do with your hands. You settle on spooning a heap of curry and rice into your mouth. You figure that’s fine since she’s done. “That’s really sweet of you,” She smiles. She doesn’t give you any indication if this was the right thing to do. You stare at your bowl and chew.

“I was going to invite you to hang at the rec center after work,” Nina starts, waving her fork with a sigh, “but I don’t want you to push yourself if you’re exhausted.”

“Do people hang out at the rec center?” You question, trying to remember if you saw other people there when you went yesterday. It had seemed fairly empty, almost abandoned, but maybe you’d been too focused on getting to your class to notice anything else. The class was full, so there must have been other people hanging around.

“Of course,” Nina gives you a look like you’re crazy for asking, “like all the time. It’s a nice spot just to chill and see people. John doesn’t mind us hanging around.”

John. That was the meditation instructor’s name, wasn’t it? It’s pretty common, you doubt it’s the same guy. Why would an instructor mind if people hung around anyway? Cassie had pointed you towards a lounge area last night so there must be more of those to steal for chatting.

“The meditation instructor?” You ask dumbly. It’s not the question you want to ask, but it’s the only thing that sticks on your tongue. Nina hums her assent.

“He runs the place.” She explains, “he’s super nice, really cares about bringing people together, building community, connections.”

She says the word like it means something: connections. It sticks in your sluggish mind, but doesn’t raise any red flags.

“Sounds like a good guy.” You shove another bite into your mouth.

“He is.” Nina tells you. Tells you, like she’s demanding you try and disagree with her.

You blink. There’s a coldness to her face, there and gone. She smiles, and tucks into her salad.

Maybe she’s got a thing for him. You make a note not to say anything bad about him to her.

He seemed nice, good looking, she could do worse.

You suppress a shiver at the memory of his hands on you, pushing you forward and pulling you back like it was the most natural thing in the world. His touch is the first you’ve had in a long time that didn’t make you cringe and want to squirm away. Actually his class was the most relaxed you’ve been in, well, ever and the short nap you’d taken was probably the best sleep you’d had in months. You’d almost be willing to give up on going straight home after work if you knew John was going to be at the rec center, maybe you could slip in another meditation workshop?

You want to ask Nina about it, but you also don’t want to give her the wrong idea. If she does have a crush on the guy, it’s probably not great to ask too many questions about John if you want to stay in her good graces. 

“Right,” You try, “yeah his class was great, and I’m, uh, looking forward to Kyle’s class too.” Not your best subject change, but Kyle’s name makes Nina light up.

“Oh yeah, you’re going to love it!” She assures you.

“Yeah, I- yeah,” The attitude shift has you a little stunned, your molasses thoughts stick to your tongue as you try to collect them, “He sent me this huge questionnaire last night, it was really, um, in depth?” You try to remember one of the questions but wading through your mind is difficult with so little sleep.

“Well,” Nina stabs her fork into her salad, you flinch at each punctuating crunch of lettuce, “he has to get to know you, silly, so he can help you.” You stir your curry in jerking motions, for something to occupy your hands. “You can’t pull yourself out of a hole,” Nina tells you with a blank smile, “someone has to throw you a rope.”

-

You were almost happy to get back to work. Kevin chewed you out about taking too long a lunch, and you were probably going to get an ulcer from all the tylenol you took, but you were happy getting away from Nina. She’d chatted your ear off about Kyle and somehow didn’t answer a single one of your questions about him. Not that you had any chance to get a word in edgewise. You couldn’t handle the perky tone in her voice by the time your lunch ended. At least you didn’t have to pay for your own food.

You manage to get Kevin his spreadsheets before five. You still leave the office late and thankless.

You doze on the train home, your head tugging at your neck each time the doors opened, and you barely make it into your house before you’re collapsing on the couch. 

Yeah, you couldn’t have made it to the rec center like this.

You startle awake when your ass starts vibrating. You blearily fumble for your phone  and swipe at the screen, turning off your “call Baby” alarm. You should really delete that.

You toss your phone on the coffee table with a sigh and turn onto your back to stare at the ceiling fan. Ten. You slept for a good couple hours. You’re starving.

And you’re not going to be able to sleep tonight because of this nap.

Great.

-

You consider canceling your registration for Kyle’s class as you sit on the train heading to the rec center. You could just go home. You sort of want to go home, but Cassie had called you this afternoon to confirm your registration and she’d sounded so sad when you’d asked about canceling that you just couldn’t. Also you were pretty sure it was too late to get your money back. So here you were.

At least the rec center is busier than Monday. Cassie had told you the Wednesday meditation was full, maybe this is their busy day. You see people coming in and out, and look for a familiar face in the crowd. You’re hoping to see one of the women you met Monday, but instead your eyes lock on slightly less familiar icy blues.

John smiles at you across the street, and glances both ways before jogging across. You paint on a smile for him, and try not to look like you were avoiding going inside.

“Waiting for someone?” He asks in lieu of greeting. You keep your eyes on his, the creases at the corners of his eyes deepen a little as you stare. 

“No, just-” You search for a normal time killing activity, “-people watching.” John hums and steps to stand beside you. The space he takes up feels enormous, like a black hole sucking up your attention, despite the way he crosses his arms over his chest. You peek at the bulge of his bicep against the dark shirt he’s wearing, the stiff fabric stretching to accommodate more man that it was made for. You would’ve expected him in the same comfortable yoga clothes as he was wearing Monday, but this feels more formal. He’s wearing slacks. And oxfords. 

“It’s intimidating,” He tells you out of the blue after a moment of silence. Your eyes dart to his face, and your confusion must be all too clear because he chuckles. The deep throaty noise of it makes your stomach clench. “Letting people help,” He fills in, “choosing peace.”

You make a face.

And John touches you.

His hand slides, big and warm, over your back. His fingers spread wide and he leans into your space like he might pull you closer, except you suddenly feel rooted in place. Fear shoots through you, anxiety punctuating your breaths unnecessarily. You fix your face quickly, tamp down the surge of adrenaline that makes you want to run. John isn’t doing anything but looking at you, his smile the same placid thing even as his brows twitch in concern.

“Sorry,” You find yourself apologizing, trying to unlock some of the stiffness in your shoulders, “I’m not used to people touching me.”

“It’s a natural response,” John doesn’t move his hand, his thumb rubs against your back and you feel the unnatural drag of your shirt against your skin like sandpaper, “You’re trying to protect yourself. Silly little thing that people have gotten into their heads these days, that everyone’s out to get them.” He tips his head, and you’re hit with a wave of claustrophobia, the open air seems to sink into you until you’re a single focus point in a tiny void. “Doesn’t that feel awful?” 

His words feel like they’re sinking into you, echoing every thought that bounces through your tensed musculature. It feels awful, you feel like a cornered gazelle, like a lame wildebeest, like a fly trapped in a spider’s net. 

You feel almost pleading the way you must be looking at him. Humiliated to react like this to something so simple.

He smiles brighter and his hand leaves you, you suck in a breath and feel your lungs ache, “That’s why it’s so important to pick apart that distrust, humans are social creatures, made to be connected to each other. All from the same warm pool, yeah?”

You nod. John nods his head towards the rec center.

“Let me walk you in, you’re here for Gaz’s class right?”

“No, um, Kyle’s.” You correct.

“Ah,” John laughs, his hand reappears on the small of your back, pushing you forward, “old habit, that’s what we called him in the SAS. You’ll like him, not as touchy as me.” He pulls his hand away with a small apologetic smile, “force of habit.”

“It’s fine,” it’s not, “Everyone around here is so friendly, I just have to get used to it.”

John hums, “Already untangling the web, good girl.”

Your stomach clenches pleasantly. You can see why Nina likes him.

[cake-emu]

romance is dead? not if Lisa Swain has something to do about it!

Coronation Street | Carla Connor + Lisa Swain

[sooyaumvm]

interruption — summary. 'being interrupted during a intimate moment wasn't on your bingo'

characters ;; Octotrio tags ;; reader is gender neutral(lipstick is mentioned on azul's part), reader is yuu, a lil teasing, romantic/fluff

Azul Ashengrotto was a refined man

that's what he likes to think at least, he has created a great reputation for himself, he had the awesome Moutro lounge and even had his incredible contracts to offer though the position he is in right now does not match his cultured persona, in this moment he finds himself sitting on his office chair having his face smudged and marked by your new lipstick, the one he bought for you actually "Dearest I think that's enough-" you frown at his words "it's not enough, I'll know when it's enough" Azul sighs but allows you to continue on your small task that until he hears a knock on his door his eyes widen at the realization someone was at the door and he wouldn't be able to fix himself before they enter the room when you let go of his face and turn to look at the door you hear a laugh, one you learned to recognize too well by now Floyd is stading there and ready to talk when his brother interrupt him "Looks like we will have to come back later, my apologies" you can sense how Jade was holding back his own laughs while pulling his brother and the poor student they brought out of Azul's office, instantly when the door closes you feel your boyfriend melting under you "Let's remember to lock the door next time, please"

Jade Leech was a man who prouded himself

He believed he had mastered the art of observation. Initially, understanding the landman's customs was challenging, but he prided himself on his adaptability. As a curious person, his interest in you was expected, but falling for you was unexpected. Nonetheless, here we are — while you were working a shift at Mounstro Lounge, you needed money, and Azul would never refuse a new employee anyway. You've been dating Jade for a while now, and on a little break between attending orders and fetching the food, you ended up here, sitting on the counter and making out with him. You had your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and his own hands were on your waist. Your hands slowly got higher, reaching his hair and tugging it a bit. You could feel him smirking on your mouth; you don't know when he became such a good kisser until "OH- I'M- I- I WAS- I'M SO SORRY!" You abruptly let go of Jade and looked behind him. An Octavinelle student was standing there, all flustered from what he had encountered. He stormed outside of the kitchen without further warning. Jade looked at you and chuckled, "It looks like we got him a little show." The way Jade says that made you scoff before getting off the counter and going back to what you were doing before being attacked by him. "You're just going to leave me like that?" Jade says in a sad, mocking way, but with his usual smile on his face. "Yes, I will," you say before leaving

Floyd Leech was a menace

Everyone knew that, so when you first started dating him, everyone thought two things: 1. You were crazy or 2. He was threatening you. But in reality, it wasn't either of them; you just loved him. So that's why right now you're taking advantage of the time alone you two have without Grim to pick a fight with him to just enjoy your time with him. You were kissing him normally when you felt him smirk on your neck, which is not a great sign. "My turn now," he said with a grin that showed his sharp teeth. He suddenly switched positions, having you laying on the used couch of Ramshackle. He kissed you before going for your neck; he kissed you before affectionately biting you, making you gasp from surprise. But that gasp rapidly turned into a laugh when he continued to kiss and carefully bite you. When he was about to bite your collarbone, you heard a "OH!" You fastly pushed your boyfriend from on top of you to be greeted by Ace's shocked face and Deuce's flustered self. "Wow there, prefect, didn't know you had that on you," Ace said with a smirk. "Ne, Crabby, why don't you come back later? I was kind of busy here," your boyfriend said with his eerie smile. "Uh—we—I—he," Deuce stuttered. "I wanted to see my henchman! you get me?" Grim said with his fake confidence Floyd's grin widened. "I think that's enough, okay? Come here, Grim," you say, patting your side. "Thank you for bringing him, you two," you say to the duo at the door. Ace whistled. "No problem, prefect, just warn us when you're making out with your scary boyfriend," Floyd looks at him with a smirk. "Or maybe you can learn to knock?" you say to him with a smile.

im really sorry if this is not great, i think its so hard to write Floyd and Jade and its so easy to mischaracterizate them 😵‍💫

[bunsiesblog]

My Promise to You

s!1 Viktor x Showgirl!reader

A letter Viktor writes to his childhood friend and first love. A reminder that he has not forgotten his promise to save you. It sits unopened in your Madame’s safe, along with the other dozens of letters he sent to you these past seven years.

tags: childhood friends to lovers, love letter, minimal use of Y/N, affectionate czech name, ‘letters? what letters?’ trope, inspired by the Notebook, yearning, Viktor is actually king of yearning,

468 words

A/N: I am currently drafting up a fanfic that is written as letters between you and Viktor. The premise is that he moved to Piltover and you stayed in Zaun as a showgirl at a less than reputable establishment. He promised to take you away and everything he has done has been to come through on that promise. The gag is that the Madame of your club has been withholding the letters you guys write to each other.

I’m just such a big fan of a man who does literally the most for his girl, except you aren’t really his girl you’re his best friend which makes it all 10x more romantic to me. Anyways, here is one of the letters below that I just wanted to share with you all

➽───────────────❥

My dearest Y/N,

It feels strange to write to you again, knowing I might not receive a reply. And yet, I can’t stop myself. Writing to you feels like the only way to keep you close, even when the distance between us seems unbearable. I don’t know if these letters are reaching you, or if you’re reading them, but I hope, somehow, that you can feel the words I send.

It’s been years since I left Zaun, and I can’t help but wonder how much you’ve changed. I imagine you’re as radiant as ever, your spirit as unyielding as the city that raised us. Do you still find the hidden corners of the world to call your own? Do you still climb rooftops to breathe above the chaos below? I often find myself thinking of those times—how simple it all felt, even though it was anything but.

I want you to know that I’ve never stopped working to keep my promise to you. Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve built here in Piltover, has been with that promise in mind. I graduated, Lásko. Top of my class. I’ve even taken a position at the Academy, assisting the Dean. And now… now there’s something new.

It’s called Hextech. A project I’ve been working on with my colleague, Jayce. We’ve discovered a way to harness the arcane and shape it into something tangible—something that can help people. I believe this could be my breakthrough. Our breakthrough. With Hextech, I’ll finally have the means to do what I’ve always wanted: to build a life, a future, where you don’t have to endure the chains that bind you.

I know it’s taken too long. I know I’ve failed you in so many ways. But I need you to know that I haven’t forgotten. I think about you every day, wonder if you’re okay, if you’re happy—or at least as happy as one can be in a place like Kitty’s. I still remember the look in your eyes the last time I saw you, the way you told me not to worry about you.

But I can’t help it, Lásko. I can’t stop worrying.

I hope you’re safe. I hope you’re surrounded by people who remind you of your worth, who see you for who you are—brilliant, kind, and stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. But if you’re not, then please, just hold on a little longer. I’m getting closer. I can feel it.

When the time comes, when I have everything I need, I’ll come back for you. I don’t care how long it takes or what I have to do. You once told me that I was meant for something greater, but you’ve always been my reason for striving.

You once saved me. Now it’s my turn.

Yours always,

Viktor

[bylrlvr]

idk if anyone cares to read this BUT

an almost 3 hours long youtube video by a lawyer defending the byler ship came up on my recommendation page one day, and guess what, i found myself ending up here… once again.

hello :)) i used to be a diehard stranger things fan / byler veteran THROUGH AND THROUGH, but it has been about a year and a half since i sort of got over my obsession and had completely forgotten about this past life on tumblr that i had 😭. but watching that byler youtube video brought me back so much joy, and i realized how much i’ve missed being on here and byler itself. I’M SO SURE no one remembers me because the community looks so big now !! and i have no idea what all the terms going around mean, like what is miniongate and january gate 😰 but i’d love to reconnect back with my people on here and hopefully i will catch up with everything i’ve missed.

don’t know if i will be shit-posting every minute like i used to but i WILL be lurking around here every now and then. i’m just glad to be back in my little safe space <33

(i will post on the byler tag because i need to find my people back 😣)

[hawkinsbnbg]

spilled milk

prompt: new | word count: 517 | rated: M | tags: omegaverse, recreational drug use, mildly dubcon, male lactation, false pregnancy, mutual pining | @steddiemicrofic | ao3

steddie bingo prompt: high | @steddiebingo

Steve grimaced when two dark spots appeared on the front of his shirt and just grew bigger as seconds went by. Sighing, he got up to go change his shirt for the third time that day.

According to Robin's theory, aside from kick-starting his late presentation, his desire to get pregnant had tricked his body into a false one.

And for some stupid reason, he’d usually lactate a mortifying amount around Eddie, leading to many awkward moments when he had to flee from the Munson’s new apartment with some half-assed excuses. He’d tried to hide it at first, using bandaids, replacing his polos with sweaters, hunching and zipping up his jacket when his shirt got too soaked.

Then again, it never once occurred to him that Eddie's nose wasn't broken like his own, which meant the alpha could sniff out his secret easily no matter how thick his sweater was.

They were lounging on Eddie's bed just as usual, chatting and smoking together. At some point, Eddie’d mentioned how sweeter he smelled lately and wondered if he’d switched colognes.

Considering Steve was always loose tongue when high, he’d blurted out everything about his lactation, how tender his nipples had become, how they felt itchy right now with the bandaids on them.

Calmly, Eddie’d offered to help him ease the discomfort.

Without thinking twice, Steve’d agreed. He took off his shirt and showed his bandaged nipples to those hooded eyes, feeling thrilled when he heard Eddie curse quietly.

“Can I..?” Eddie’s hands hovered over his chest, trembling with great restraint.

And suddenly, Steve couldn't quite remember why it was a bad idea to let Eddie touch him anymore. So he nodded with a breathless Yes, moaning softly when Eddie peeled the bandaids off, exposing his puffy red nipples to the cool air.

“Oh, babydoll,” Eddie murmured reverently, watching the milky rivulets soak his chest hair and roll down his tummy before disappearing into his waistbands.

Steve bit his lip, feeling coy all of a sudden.

“You like it?”

“Fuck, I do,” Eddie groaned. “Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, too. You're so hot, Steve.”

The praise went straight to his cunt, making him pulse and leak profusely, drenching his panties and the sheets beneath him. Burned with embarrassment, he whimpered and tried to pull away.

“Hey, hey, ‘s okay, sweetheart,” Eddie caught his wrist and tugged him close again, thumb stroking his scent gland to soothe his nerves.

“But I’m ruining your sheets–”

“Then ruin ‘em,” Eddie looked at him meaningfully. “Why d’you think I always make us hang out in here?”

Oh.

Oh.

“You like me?”

“Too much.”

Steve knew what love looked like, had seen it in the mirror before, and now it was gazing back at him from those chocolate eyes.

“I like too much.”

Eddie smiled, fond, and kissed him silly. Soon, he was stripped naked and laid down on his back with Eddie curling over him.

“Gonna treat you right,” Eddie mouthed at his nipple, making him whine. “Gonna keep you, my sweet boy.”

And Steve knew his milk wouldn't go to waste anymore.

[cayleeuhithinknott]

as much as he denies it, chris will always have a soft spot for his girl.

it had been a long day, and you were curled up on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, trying to distract yourself from the funk you’d been in. chris had been his usual teasing, sarcastic self all day, and while you knew that’s just how he was, sometimes it was exhausting. you sighed, staring at the blank tv screen, wondering if he even noticed you were upset.

the sound of the front door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. chris strolled in, a plain brown bag in hand, looking as unbothered as ever. he glanced at you briefly, his usual smirk tugging at his lips.

“still moping?” he asked, dropping his keys on the counter.

“not moping,” you muttered, curling further into the blanket.

he snorted, setting the bag on the table before walking over to you. “sure, princess. you’ve got ‘not moping’ written all over your face.”

you rolled your eyes but didn’t bother replying. you were used to his teasing, but today it was a little harder to brush off.

“whatever,” he said, turning toward the bag he’d brought in. “got something for you.”

you blinked, sitting up slightly. “you… got me something?”

he shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal. “don’t make it weird. just saw it and figured you’d like it.”

he pulled out a teddy bear, soft and fluffy, wearing a tiny robe with bunny ears and with your name embroidered on it in delicate script. your heart squeezed at the sight of it, and you immediately reached out, taking the bear from him.

“chris…” you whispered, your voice catching.

“what?” he asked, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. “it’s just a stupid bear. don’t go cryin’ on me.”

but you were already hugging the bear tightly, a wide smile breaking across your face. “it’s so cute! you got it customized?”

he shrugged again, but his ears were faintly red. “don’t make a big deal out of it. i just figured you’d stop sulking if you had something to cuddle while i’m not here.”

you looked up at him, your eyes shining with emotion. “thank you, chris. i love it. i love you.”

he rolled his eyes, but there was a softness in his expression that he couldn’t hide. “yeah, yeah. don’t get all sappy on me.”

but when you got up and threw your arms around him, bear still clutched in one hand, he didn’t pull away. instead, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“you really are such a softie,” you teased, your voice muffled against his chest.

“don’t push it.” he said, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

a/n: hii i wanted to write a little something today and @strnilolover gave me this idea!! i might post another blurb abt them tn and maybe have a super secret surprise for you guys😘😘 also ik the teddy bear i linked doesnt have a name on the robe IMAGINE IT. please im BEGGING explode my inbox i feel chatty despite how sick i am and remember plsss send some bot requests ok thats all love u

tags: @sturniolo04 @admeliora94 @alexturnersgooch @snuffbut @frattboychris @marrykisskilled @mqttittude @purpledragon222 @aubsloveschris

[prettygirl-gabi]

Chapter 8: unspoken but understood

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: none

Paring: Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: everyone see it, everyone knows it... you're just not resfry to admit it

Welcome to the chapter 8 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸

The time at home had been everything I needed—warm hugs from Granny, my mom’s home-cooked meals, and the simple comfort of being surrounded by family. It also gave me the chance to step back and see the bigger picture. My final project wasn’t just about basketball anymore; it was about capturing life, connections, and the emotions that come with them.

For the past week, I’d been documenting everything on my personal camera. From my morning walks through the fields to late-night chats with Granny, I wanted to remember it all. Paige had been right by my side, blending seamlessly into my family. It was surprising how easily she fit in, like she was always meant to be there.

One evening, I was in the kitchen baking peach cobbler with Granny. She insisted I follow her exact recipe, even though I’d made it a dozen times before.

“Now, don’t you dare skimp on the cinnamon,” she scolded, wagging a finger at me.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied with a grin.

The next day, my mom organized a BBQ, and the whole family came over. My younger cousins adored Paige, dragging her into games of tag and basketball in the driveway.

“Paige! Paige! Show us your moves!” my cousin Jackson, an aspiring point guard, begged.

Paige laughed and spun the ball on her finger. “Alright, but only if y’all promise not to dunk on me later.”

The kids screamed in delight as Paige ran drills with them, pretending to stumble whenever they “crossed” her over. Watching her interact with my family made my chest feel tight in the best way.

That night, Granny and I sat on the porch swing, the crickets chirping softly in the background.

“You’ve got a good one there,” she said, nodding toward the house where Paige was laughing with my mom.

“She’s not mine, Granny,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Granny gave me a knowing look. “Not yet, maybe. But the way she looks at you, and the way you talk about her? It’s only a matter of time.”

I bit my lip, unsure how to respond.

Granny patted my hand. “Don’t let fear keep you from happiness, baby. You deserve it.”

Paige’s POV

As Y/N and Granny talked on the porch, I found myself in the kitchen with her mom, helping clean up after the BBQ.

“So, what’s Y/N’s favorite thing to do on a night out?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

Her mom raised an eyebrow. “Planning something, are we?”

“Maybe,” I said with a smirk.

Her mom’s face softened. “She loves sunsets, anything strawberry-flavored, and quiet places where she can think. But honestly, she’ll love anything you do, as long as it’s with her. Also something about the water calms her. And if you want to impress her, take her to special place that no one knows about.”

I nodded, filing the information away. “Thanks, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Call me Mom,” she said with a smile.

I smiled, filing away the information. “Thank you.”

“Just take care of her,” she said, her tone serious now. “She’s been through a lot, and she deserves someone who will treat her right.”

“I will, momma” I promised.

Y/n Pov

The week flew by, and soon it was time to head back to Connecticut. At the airport, Paige noticed me shivering and draped her UConn warm-up jacket over my shoulders.

“You didn’t pack warm clothes, did you?” she teased.

“I didn’t think I’d need them,” I replied, clutching the jacket tightly.

As we walked through the terminal, I noticed a few fans snapping pictures. By the time we boarded the plane, Twitter was already buzzing.

At the next practice, Coach Geno wasted no time teasing us.

“Look at the lovebirds, back from their honeymoon,” he said with a grin.

“Not you too, Coach,” I groaned, my cheeks heating up.

Paige just laughed, nudging me with her elbow. “You know they won’t let this go, right?”

“I know,” I muttered.

The teasing didn’t stop there. During warm-ups at the next game, Paige convinced me to let her work the camera.

“Just point and shoot,” I said, handing it to her.

“You act like I’ve never held a camera before,” she said, rolling her eyes.

She ended up taking surprisingly good shots, though she couldn’t resist turning the camera on me a few times.

“Smile, Y/N!” she called, snapping a photo of me blushing.

After the game, a reporter asked Paige about our relationship during a post-game interview.

“Paige, there have been rumors about you and Y/N. Care to comment?”

Paige’s smile didn’t falter, but I could see the tension in her jaw. “Y/N’s a good friend and an incredible photographer. That’s all there is to it.”

The answer stung, but I understood why she said it.

Later that night, as we reviewed footage together, Paige leaned closer and whispered, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know,” I said, my voice soft.

The truth hung between us, unspoken but understood.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

Tag list: @sayurireidotcom , @astroeliza , @paxaz535 .... (more to be added)

[xmads-omensx]

PART 2 COMING SOON

Word Count: 1,602

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: enemies to lovers, fake dating, swearing, Noah being an asshole, men being assholes

Tags: @shayeanna-ashlie @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @supersquirrel1996 @dontwantthemoney @tosoundlessdarkistare @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @klutzy-kay24 @heyyoplayer @lacy1986 @collidewiththesav @kenjipepsi1 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @chey-h @thisbicc @fadingangelwisp @heyyoplayer

Noah and I hated eachother.

From the moment we met we were at eachother’s throats. We argued constantly, irritated eachother purposefully, made crude jokes about eachother behind the other’s back. It was largely childish behaviour but god did we piss eachother off.

Unfortunately for the both of us, we lived together.

Sure, Jesse and Jolly lived there too,  but it just wasn’t enough to keep away from eachother.

His favourite pastime was to barge into my room and ask if I had any spare toothpaste when I had a guy over, and he had caught me in a few… compromising positions.

My favourite pastime was to bang on his bedroom door when he had a girl over and ask where he wanted me to put his clean underwear, or ask if he had remembered his doctor’s appointment for that ‘weird rash’ he had been complaining about.

He hated me, and I hated him. That’s how we liked it.

Until it all went to shit. Because of Noah… obviously.

After a long day at the studio, the guys had decided that going to a local bar was a well-deserved reward for working so hard.

It was relatively busy in the bar.

A bachelorette party took up the majority of the space. Their laughter loud and cheerful as it bounced off of the walls. Four men sat at the relatively small bar and the booths were almost all taken or were waiting to be cleaned.

We weren’t fussy and took a seat at a booth not too far from the bachelorette party at one of the clean booths. It was a tight squeeze so Folio pulled up a spare chair to sit at the end.

Unfortunately for me, Noah was shoved right up next to me. His strong, tattooed bicep was pushed right up against my own, much smaller one.

I could feel his sneer burning into the side of my head as he crossed his arms, making my space even smaller than it already was. I knew that going to the bathroom or the bar would be a struggle for the rest of the night.

“I’m going to go order, y’all want your usuals?” Matt asked, standing up from where he was sat at the end of the booth.

A chorus of “yep” and “yeah” sounded before Matt turned and headed back to the bar.

Nick followed after Matt, as did Bryan, leaving a slightly looking scared Folio with myself and Noah who were being cautiously watched by the tall Swede.

“What.” Noah said, looking at Jolly expectantly.

“Nothing, just supervising.” He replied with a shrug.

“We don’t need supervising.” Noah snapped.

“Yes you do.” Jolly said with a laugh.

Noah rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything.

I stood up, heading to the bathroom before the guys came back, only to be greeted with a scowl from the tattooed man sat beside me.

“What.” He snapped.

“Can I get past please?” I asked.

“Why?” He snarled.

“Noah just let her past dude, you don’t need to be an ass about it. We’re here to have fun.” Jolly sighed, clearly tired of our bullshit.

After what felt like a never-ending stare down between Noah and Jolly, the tall mad swung his long limbs to the side to allow be past him.

The bathroom was peaceful. Quiet. Calm.

Probably since Noah wasn’t there to piss me off.

He was being extra pretentious tonight, even wearing his grillz out to the bar. He looked like an idiot. Hot, but an idiot.

The transition from the quiet bathroom to the loud bar was jarring as I made my way back towards the booth, Folio having waved at me as I exited, signalling that Matt had gotten me my drink.

Suddenly, a hand gripped my arm, pulling me in towards the bar slightly.

“Hey.” A deep, attractive voice growled.

“Hi?” I replied, confused and startled.

“Are you here alone?” He asked. Red flag number one.

“No, I’m with my friends.” I replied, trying to avoid where this conversation would inevitably end up going.

“How about you hang out with me, I’ll buy you a drink.” Red flag number two.

“No thanks, I’m good, my friends are waiting for me.” I replied as kindly as I possibly could.

“Just one drink.” He insisted, pulling me closer to him. Red flag number three.

“She said no, dipshit.” A voice snarled from behind me. Noah

What the fuck was he doing jumping to my defence like that?

“Who might you be?” The man asked, puffing his chest out as if to appear more intimidating.

“I’m her boyfriend.” Noah laughed.

MY WHAT.

I had to steel myself in order to not whip my head around to rip his off of his neck.

The man didn’t reply, but instead nodded and mumbled some sort of apology that I couldn’t quite make out.

Noah simply placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me back to the booth. Unfortunately for me, he didn’t let me sit down, and instead slid into the booth first before pulling me onto his lap.

“Go along with it, princess, he can’t know that we hate eachother.” He said with a smile before kissing my forehead.

I nodded, understanding that we needed to fake it for a little while.

As the night wore on, I began to be more comfortable sitting on Noah’s lap. His chest vibrated behind me as he talked to the others and laughed at what they were saying. His warmth seeped into me and I felt myself leaning back into his touch involuntarily. Almost like it was second nature to me.

His arms circled around my waist and pulled me in closer to his warm torso. His hold on me was secure, warm, safe and I never wanted to leave it.

My hatred toward him and by red hot desire to tear him limb from limb began to dissipate as the night wore on. It felt natural. Like we were made for eachother.

I couldn’t tell if Noah felt the same way about the situation, but based on the fact that I could feel his head move to glance over at the bar, I was fairly certain that he was waiting for the man to leave so that he could get me off of his lap.

The thought hurt me. I wasn’t sure why though. After all, we hated eachother, or at least we were supposed to.

Our hatred for eachother didn’t seem to have any origin. When we first met at a mutual friend’s house party, we got along perfectly fine, but after that we have been at each other’s throats.

Noah just randomly started being a total bitch with no explanation. To his credit, I hadn’t behaved any better than he did.

“What’s this about then?” Jolly finally asked, gesturing at my seat on Noah’s lap.

“Some dude at the bar was being as ass so Noah is pretending to be my boyfriend until he leaves.” I explained, sipping on my coke.

“Yep. As soon as he leaves I will be free from this hell.” He sneered, with a fake smile plastered across his face.

My heart winced at his words. I couldn’t explain it.

Jolly sent me a subtle unapologetic look before jumping back into conversation with the others.

Until Nick spoke up.

“Isn’t that guy at the bar our new merch dude?” Nick asked, gesturing at the bar.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

“Oh yeah. Steven hired him as an extra set of hands, you know how it can get.” Matt explained.

“Fuck.” “Fuck.” Noah and I whispered in unison.

Folio, being the lovable idiot that he is, waved the man over to join us at the booth. Noah and I tried to protest, saying that we didn’t want to intrude on his night, but Folio insisted. Before we knew it, the man that Noah and I were so desperate to be rid of, became a part of our lives for the next few months.

The rest of the night at the bar was spent getting to know the man, who’s name was Alex, as he introduced himself to the rest of us.

Noah pulled my body closer to his own, pressing gentle kisses on my cheek, shoulder and neck whenever he felt that Alex was looking in our direction, desperate to sell the lie that we had started.

“So how long have you two been together?” He asked us.

Noah and I hesitate, briefly looking at eachother before Noah answered.

“About two years, right babe?” He pinched my side gently, urging me to go along with whatever he said.

“Yeah, two amazing years.” I added with a smile.

The rest of the guys had split reactions of confused expressions, or pained attempts to hold back laughter at the thought of Noah and I dating.

Admittedly, the situation was rather hilarious.

The rest of the night continued with pained smiles and forced laughter as Noah and I played into the role of the happy couple.

Alex seemed to have bought it, so we didn’t think too much of it.

Unfortunately for us, we had to commit to our stupid and idiotic lie for even longer. Tour was fast approaching and being around Alex was going to be challenging.

Luckily, we weren’t going to be around him much, so we still had plenty of time to return to hating eachother.

Despite this, I still couldn’t shake that feeling I had at the bar.

Being in Noah’s arms like that felt right.

It felt good.

It felt like home.

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 2!

another week, another fic rec list, and another request to help us find this fic! please have a look and see if you recognise it <3

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

a life for a life | icewhisper | 7.7k | T

The first time Ravi met Evan Buckley, he never got his name. He only knew him as the man who pulled him onto a firetruck during a tsunami before he jumped back into the water after his son. Five years later, in a collapsed building, it’s Buck who needs saving and Ravi gets a chance to return the favor. i love love love the idea of buck and ravi crossing paths during the tsunami, and this characterisation of ravi is brilliant!! oh how i miss the people's princess..

forever goodbye | withoutthetiger/@rewritetheending | 1.3k | GA

Everything has been blurry for a while, and Eddie begins to wonder whether he’ll ever see clearly again. It’s the tears, of course, ones he refuses to let fall, mostly because he thinks he deserves to carry the weight of them instead of giving himself any relief from the pain. He’d brought the tears with him to the front door when he’d mumbled one final goodbye to Ana, then blinked them away just long enough to watch Christopher set himself up with a puzzle at the coffee table. Now he’s back in the kitchen, barely able to focus on the mess around him even though it’s impossible to ignore. love is stored in (cleaning up the) kitchen <3 the pining is so good!!

he's thinkin' about me | serenelystrange/@serenelystrange | 4.6k | T

In which Buck wakes up with the ability/curse to hear everyone's thoughts around him. Which might be ok, if it weren't for Eddie suddenly calling him baby, but only when he doesn't speak. oh i LOVE a good mind reading fic and this hit the spot perfectly <3 petty bitch eddie my most beloved

i let my fingers do the walking | lizzybizzyzzz/@lizzybizzyzzz | 7.3k | E

Buck is good at jerking off. It’s a self-proclamation, obviously. There is no right or wrong way to get off. Buck just thinks, if there were to be a Masturbation Olympics one day, he would end up with the gold medal gleaming over his chest by the end of the tournament. this is hot and fluffy and funny and just the ultimate fic, really. so good!!

if you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 1.8k | T

Now they’ve arrived at house number five, and Eddie finally snaps. “What is your problem?” He turns to Buck suddenly, interrupting Mariana mid-answer. She gapes at them, startled into silence, but neither of them are looking at her, so she takes a second to compose herself while watching Buck’s eyes go wide and his body twist towards Eddie. “What?” “You’re being difficult.” “No I’m not,” Buck argues immediately. outsider pov!! thinking about the poor poor real estate agent who has to deal with buckandeddie brings me joy and this fic is exactly why <3 such a good time! for me, that is. maybe not for mariana.

i'll meet you by the river, see how time it flows | fruitsdoesnotknow/@fruitsdontknow | 8.3k | T

Shoulders tense, Bobby sighs. “Alright, there’s no easy way to say this,” Bobby begins, and Buck immediately leans forward, face concerned as his hand shoots up. “No, Buck, I’m not dying or retiring,” Bobby reassures him, and Buck slowly lowers his hand. “We’ve been nominated by the Fire Chief to help support with a request from a documentary crew. All we know so far is they’re looking into how a regular fire station operates on a day-to-day basis, and they’ll be following us for a few weeks.” Bobby claps his hands together. “Questions?” Six hands all at once go up. “Let me rephrase, questions related to your duties as a firefighter?” Five hands go down. “Yes, Ravi?” “Does this mean we should get a station dog?” blanket rec for an author whose work i've been loving this week!! this was one of my favourites and an immediate bookmark. it made me laugh out loud several times and has the most delightful firefam dynamics <3 cannot recommend enough!

i've been starving myself, carving (skin until my bones are showing) | prettyboybuckley/@prettyboybuckley | 12.1k | M

Eddie is fine. He's absolutely, totally fine.  And if sometimes he doesn't eat, why would that be a problem? He's got a kid to feed and not enough money, and there is no way he's going to grovel to his parents so they'll help him. He doesn't need help, not theirs at least.  definitely heed the tags but this fic is brilliantly written and has such wonderful eddie characterisation <3

it comes and goes in waves | tabbytabbytabby/@tabbytabbytabby | 1.6k | T

Buck never had a problem with the dark. Then the tsunami happened, and somewhere along the way, the dark started to be something Buck feared. And with the dark, came the nightmares. the emotional hurt/comfort is so so good here!! angsty and gentle and soft and just <3

kept on swimming | EiraLloyd/@unlifeira | 12.1k | M

He just needs someone to know that he tried. He needs someone to acknowledge that—that he did everything he could, and—and he tried. He might’ve failed, but he tried. He tried, he tried, he tried, he tried— Eddie swallows and asks, “How many times?” Buck stares. He lived through it once; that’s normal. He lived through it twice; maybe a déjà-vu or a hallucination of some kind or even a premonition. But three times— It has to be a time loop. Surely. mind the tags but holy shit this is so so good. beautifully written, angsty but with a hopeful ending, i absolutely devoured it <3

lay your hands on me | vampirebuckley/@vampirebuckleyy | 2.7k | E

“There, perfectly relaxed, happy? Now will you drop it?” “Nope, I don’t believe you,” Buck says, slapping his hands on his knees and picking himself up off the couch. “C’mon, up,” Buck waves a hand at Eddie, reaching to grab his hand. Eddie lets his hand be tugged, but plants himself further in the couch. “What are you doing, Buck? I thought you wanted to watch this,” Eddie groans, looking up at Buck and the much too pleased look on his face. “I, am going to give you a massage,” Buck says through a grin, yanking Eddie off the couch despite his protests. so so good!! massage leading to sex is one of my favourite pipelines and i love how this depicts buck and eddie!!

new sensations | lamardeuse/@lamardeuse | 4.3k | E

“All I know is you're getting me worked up and you're going to leave me hanging – again,” Eddie growled, nipping at Buck's earlobe and soothing it with a tongue Buck had learned was extremely talented, and okay, he thought, maybe he could – no, no, he couldn't. hot and cute and so perfectly buddie <3 this was a reread and it gets better every time!

your body is my temple, let me lay at your altar | Kwills91/@kwills91 | 4.7k | E

Eddie is no stranger to feeling self-conscious. When he was a teenager, his body had grown at weird rates. Three months of having feet too big for his body had made him clumsy, people passing comments about clown shoes. Six months of his arms and legs being just a touch too long, staring at himself in the mirror feeling like a marionette puppet. That phase where his hair grew out instead of down and his nerdy younger sister had snorted and told him looked like a hobbit–it didn’t help that there had been some crossover between that and the big feet phase. It’s been so long, Eddie had forgotten what it felt like–the shame that comes with looking in the mirror and wishing a different reflection were staring back. He’s happy, is the thing. He’s happy, so he’s not supposed to be feeling like this. loved reading this so very much <3 body worship buddie hits so hard in the best way possible, and this is a perfect example of that!

[starberry-cupcake]

I started reading and writing this recap, then I got sick, so now that I'm able I want to pick it back up before I forget where I even was

previously in nonita del 9:

this is the first part and chapter

this is the general tag, for those who stumble upon this in the wild and, for some reason, want to read all the rest

CHAPTER 2

nonita is talking about how she's actually one of potentially two people

and describes herself in the following terms

"skin the color of the egg carton, and eyes the color of the egg mixture, and hair the color of the burnt-out bottom of the pan...a thin, complicated face...nice white teeth in a smile that looked sad no matter how happy she was"

she thinks she's gorgeous

ok cyrus the lyctor with the nudes whose last name I don't remember and I was about to google when autocomplete scared me and I closed the tab

I'm not allowed to google things for these recaps, I should know better

anyway, gideon eyes

so is this harrow's body but gideon's soul while harrow's soul is in the river with the emperor???? or what's happening???

did gideon's soul get scrambled upon returning from the river somewhere???

if it's gideon's soul in harrow's body, it'd make sense with her thinking she's gorgeous and kissing the mirror tbqh

unfiltered gideon behavior

but the memories of the pool were harrow's??? because she remembered gideon's arms????

gideon's arms are very memorable, I've heard

which reminds me, where's gideon's body????

also, is this new personality who lives in a cumple gonna switch back to who it used to be or merge together?

is this happy-go-lucky attitude gonna disappear or combine?

I remember back when I didn't know anything about these books (and all I saw was the covers and knew that gideon and harrow were a ship), I thought nona was their child in like a distant future

I don't know why I thought that, I just filled in the gaps with that

those were simpler times

so nona is kinda vain about her looks, apparently??

I posted this before but, this was her at a queue when someone was hitting on her

she's nonchalant about people wanting to sleep with her and camilla says "sex things were right out. She said there were enough problems in the world"

I'd love a tshirt like this, actually

so am I to understand that gideon and harrow got blended somewhere in the river and reborn as a "born sexy yesterday" lovechild??

I don't know, man, I'm just gonna continue

pyrrha, palmolive and camilla are trying to teach nona things but also not teach her things, because they don't wanna skew the results on who she is

in case it comes back to her that she can wield a sword or do playdoh stuff with bones

what she can do, apparently, is pick up any language by watching people speak it

which, in a planet of refugees, comes up very frequently

palmolive (and me, also me) is like "where tf did this come from?????"

I mean, I guess either harrow or gideon could have that from before, since I don't think they were exposed to anything other than the one language, did they?

I can't remember??? I don't think gideon did??

or is it new???

she downloaded a star trek universal translator on the way down from the river, as a treat??

also, out of the two of them, if this is just one of them, I think harrow would be the one more mortified by everything that's going on during this time, just putting it out there

CHAPTER 3 (we have an apple tree rather than the tomb at the start of this one)

nona says she "doesn't just want to be good-looking and dumb", so she got herself a job

which says a lot about the value of productivity in self worth, even in situations of dire stress and danger, but I digress

if this is harrow, she's gonna hate all this so much

the body maybe is harrow's? because the school lady think's she's 14, and that gave me mercygirl vibes of saying she's less years every time she looked at her

and she wants to send nona to school

the lady also has suspicions of pyrrha being camilla's and nona's pimp, so pyrrha has to flirt with her to distract her from that line of thought

and says she'd be luckier being a pimp for augustine and alfred

so, nona insists on going to school and is allowed because palmolive is combeferre-coded and loves education

I mean, I agree, but also, at what cost, in this case?????

so, nona goes to school and befriends a bunch of kids who ask her for drugs but then relent and let her join their clique anyway

because she takes care of the teacher's dog, which always gives people points socially

kevin is really adorable btw we love kevin

one of the kids, the leader, is called hot sauce and I think she's been through a lot

like, more than the rest of the kids

one has like 5 fathers, but still

she's the only one not ready and willing to go attempting to kill necromancers, which the other kids want to do

nona can also read people's body language very well, to the point in which she can tell when people are lying, uncomfortable or hiding something

another thing that may or may not be from Before

anyway, nice kids, I'm sure nothing bad is gonna happen to any of them

right?

right????

we'll leave it there for now! next chapter starts with a seventh house skull so idk what we're in for at all, as long as not!dulcinea isn't back...

[bidisasterevankinard]

Sentences sunday

tagged by @diazsdimples <333

I'm trying to make the chapter 3 of the triplets fic so here is it (btw I didn't plan to make it so angsty at all, but then looked at tommy aka trauma bag and it happened. I mean c'mon this man can have so much trauma internalized):

“Are-are you ok?” Evan asks, from picking pieces of his dinner, but not really eating.

Tommy doesn’t like it.

“Yeah, I am,” Tommy nods, scolding his face muscles in trying to make a smile,  “just hard shift, why?”

“It’s just you-you seem sad,” Evan shrugs, putting his hand on his belly, “you was excited about the appointment all the time before it, but yesterday you were like…” Evan looks at the window, “as if you were somewhere, but not there. Absent.”

Tommy hates this word. He hates the wave of emotions it raises from his deep subconscious. Tsunami warning playing in his mind.

The water leaving the shore. The wave is rising.

He desperately tries to stop it or run.

Evan doesn’t let him.

“I-I feel like you’re moving away from me. From us,” his boyfriend waves his hands to his slightly swollen belly. “You-you barely talk to me, you’re not smiling, you’re,” Evan swallows, “you barely kiss me or touch the belly, when before it, since the day after we found out you could spend barely a minute without touching it.”

The water is basically all the way to the skies. Tommy knows he can’t run from it. It will suffocate him.

He wishes to hop in the chopper and fly from this conversation.

Isn’t it ironic he wants to run from his family like his father always did? 

Evan swallows again and looks at him.

“I-i feel like you’re regretting us moving so fast.”  

The water hits the shore again. No survivors. All the ugliness of him, all the fears and sadness over his dad and his own feelings for his kids hit his brain all wrong.

His tsunami hit them both.

He doesn’t remember how or who started shouting first. But he remembers that his “I’m not sure I actually want it,” stopped Evan mid his speech.

It stops him too. It’s wrong. It’s so so wrong. He wants it. All he wants it’s his family. His Evan and babies. It’s not him talking. His insecurities and demons. 

And fuck, they are loud. But he's ready to scream louder until all he can do is wheeze softly if it’s what he needs to keep his family. His happiness. The biggest, best part of him is ready to be happy whatever it takes. 

Tommy knows he can still make it better, when he’s quicker to catch Evan when the man tries to run away, and hug his back to his chest, crying in his shoulder, begging him to forgive him and let him explain.  

Np tagging @hippolotamus @mmso-notlikethat @theotherbuckley @bewilderedbuckley @beanarie @quintessenceofdust88 @typicalopposite @repressedqueen @racerchix21 @epiphainie @lavenderleahy @leashybebes @laundryandtaxesworld @loucifersbitch @devirnis @desert--moonchild @agentpeggycartering @actuallyitsellie @zeraparker @cliophilyra @aplaceinme @hyperfocusthusly @aringofsalt @weewookinard @powersuitup @30somethingautisticteacher @midsummersmorn @bi-buckrights @bigfootsmom

[obitez]

You're Kidding Me

For @bucktommywinterfest

Round 7: Enemies-to-Lovers

Rating: T | Word Count: 4.960

Warnings: None

Additional Tags: AU - Different First Meeting, Pre-relationship, Tommy never left the 118

Full fic on AO3!

Buck didn’t know what this Tommy Kinard guy’s deal was, but it was quite frankly irritating. 

He was the only one who kept bossing him around, pointing out every little thing that he was doing wrong, and just being overall… weird about everything Buck did. 

On his second shift as a probationary firefighter (his first shift was mostly filled with completing extra paperwork), the Captain, who insisted that Buck called him ‘Bobby,’ had told Buck to follow Tommy around, that Tommy would show him where to find everything and finish teaching him everything the Fire Academy had left out. 

The tour around the station had been simple enough, while the place was big, it wasn’t that big. 

Then they moved to the trucks and Tommy had begun showing him where they stored everything in the side compartments. It was as they were in the middle of that that the alarm rang out throughout the station, indicating they had a call. 

Buck froze from where he was standing and looked towards Tommy. 

“Well, don’t just stand there,” Tommy said as he moved towards the equipment racks. “Get your gear on and get on the engine!” he barked. Buck moved quickly, running to follow after the man. 

Less than five minutes later, the fire engine was pulling up outside a small restaurant with dark smoke billowing out of the windows and doors and groups of people standing outside, a lot of which looked as if they had just run out of the building. 

Bobby had called out and given them all directions as they got out of the fire engine, but with everything that was going on, the noise, the chaotic atmosphere, the adrenaline coursing through his body, Buck hadn’t heard the man. He moved and followed the movements of one of the firefighters standing next to him. If Buck remembered correctly, he thought the man’s name was Chimney. 

Then Buck felt a hand latch onto the back of his turnout coat and yank him back. “I told you not to leave my side,” he heard a voice say gruffly. Looking over his shoulder, Buck saw it was Tommy, who looked slightly disgruntled. 

“Why aren’t we going after them?” Buck asked as he pointed at Chimney and Monroe, who looked as if they were about to enter the smoking building. 

“Because Bobby told us to set the hoses up,” Tommy said as he pointed in the direction of the back of the fire engine. Oh, that made sense, Buck guessed. “Come on,” Tommy huffed. “Stay by my side.”

An hour and a half later, as they drove back to the station, there was a tension in the back of the cabin between him and Tommy. 

“So,” Chimney said, trying to break it. “What did you think of that? Your first call?” 

“Um… It was… cool, I guess?” Buck shrugged, not really knowing how to put it. How could he say something was ‘good’ when someone’s life work just went up in flames?  

Next to him, they both hear Tommy let out a long and exasperated breath. “That’s a way to put it,” he said. 

And the tension that had almost dissipated was back in full force. When they pulled back into the station, Tommy got out of the engine cabin and had immediately walked off somewhere before Buck was able to follow after him. 

Then he felt Chimney put a hand on his shoulder. “Oh, don’t mind him,” Chimney said. “He just needs to blow some steam from time to time. How about I show you where we clean all of our gear?” 

After lunch they had their second call, and it didn’t go much better than the first. Buck had again gotten distracted by a woman on the sidelines, and Tommy had to call his name out who knew how many times to get his attention while carrying supplies inside the building. Thankfully it was only a simple medical call and there weren’t any fires, so none of them were in as much danger as they were on the first call. Although from the look on Tommy’s face as they entered the building, he still didn’t look too pleased at Buck. 

And then on their third call, Buck had to go and nearly blast a whole crowd of onlookers with water when he lost control of the hose. And really, how could he do that? It was something that was beat into them time and time again in the Fire Academy. A worse than rookie mistake. 

That entire day, it felt like whatever small or large mistake he had made was right under Tommy’s eyes, it was no wonder the man probably thought he was an idiot. 

He loved everything about being a firefighter, except Tommy Kinard.

[cosmicjoke]

Alright folks, here we have yet more evidence that 7m7n7 is a completely unhinged freak show of epic proportions. They don't even deny the fact that they're the one sending my and of course numerous other Levi blogs the literal most vile shit imaginable while hiding behind anon, accusing me of being a "misogynistic man" while calling me a "cunt" and claiming to be a straight woman while also calling me a "fag", and yet they somehow think this is a win for them. Anyway, they've really stepped in it now. They flat out admit in the tags of one of the screenshots that they want to send me and others death threats. I'm posting this so everyone can be aware of who this person is and how they operate. I'll also be sending all of this to the admins on here. They have numerous other accounts here on tumblr, which is how they kept sending me anon hate, despite me blocking this particular account and several others. It's beyond amusing how they accuse me of being the one to "start shit" and of being "obsessed" when they confess to having a post "about me" that they've had saved in their drafts for months, lol, and when they're the one that's been attempting to harass me for months on end, literally stalking me on tumblr, on twitter (the one time I went on there to participate in a Levi themed event) and on a03, lol. Anyway, have a gander folks, and remember, if we all report this lunatic to admin, it's 100% possible to get them banned.

And by the way @7m7n7, just you wait. There's plenty of evidence of the shit you've said about Levi and Eren on twitter. It's all going to come to light, soon enough. Further, if you think I blocked you because I can't "counter" the pure bullshit you spew, then you're even dumber than I realized. I blocked you because I don't have the time to get into back and forth exchanges with a person who's intellectual capacity is equivalent to a puddle of piss and who displays the kind of unhinged, obsessive, hateful and deviant paranoia that you do. I don't have to defend or explain why I have no interest in talking to or reading the drivel of someone who makes a habit of sending people death threats, threatening to doxx people, calling people racist, misogynistic, homophobic and ableist slurs, and who regularly tells anyone who disagrees with their blatantly repulsive takes that they should kill themselves. That's why I blocked you. You're a worthless, vile, disgusting garbage dump of a human being and you aren't worth my or anyone else's time. I would rather get a hole drilled into my skull than have to actually converse with you. It would be a more productive use of my time.

If anyone wants to actually see the exchange we had on a03, too, instead of taking this moron's word for what I supposedly did and didn't say, here's a link. Just scroll down to the comments section and have a look:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37903426/chapters/94653316

By the way, I have zero issue with "dom Levi". People can ship Levi in whatever ways they please, it's no skin off my back.

What I have an issue with is people portraying Levi as some psychopathic, pedophilic rapist, sullying his character with these absurdist takes, and insisting it's "canon", and then trying to harass, threaten and bully you non-stop on anon in an attempt to drive you from the fandom simply for pushing back on this frankly repulsive mischaracterization by talking about Levi's core characteristics of compassion, empathy and kindness.

And just to address their asinine accusation about me "getting off" on the idea of Levi being raped or tortured, anyone who knows me on here, and particularly, anyone who's actually read my work, will know that I never portray or frame these fictional scenarios in a light meant to titillate or fetishize said scenarios. I write about them within the context of exploring and understanding the brutal and tragic reality of physical, mental, emotional and sexual abuse, in an attempt to engender a greater understanding and compassion in my readers for victims of these crimes. I never write smut which depicts rape fantasies or in any way romanticizes or glamorizes the act of rape. This bozo looks at my tags and just assumes I'm writing smut. That never has been and never will be what I do with these particular issues or subject matter.

[hihomeghere]

Watch | Arthur Morgan x f!reader x Charles Smith

Summary : You are curious on how two men can have sex, Arthur and Charles are happy to show you. Follows along with the series Baptized by Fire but can be read as a one shot.

Word count : 3.3k, this got away from me a little bit lol

Warnings/tags : M/W/M, threesome activities, oral m and f receiving, unprotected anal, reader has doubts about how she fits in the relationship, Charthur x reader, follows Baptized by fire storyline, Arthur Morgan x reader, Charles smith x reader, Arthur Morgan x Charles Smith, cursing, minors do not interact

Divider by @saradika

You should have kept your mouth shut. Shouldn’t have spoken what had been nagging at you from the back of your mind since you had heard the two of them together nearly three weeks ago. 

But you were curious, a bad trait in the grand scheme of things. The three of you had settled into a new normal as you joined the dynamic between the two of them. 

“So how does it work?” You asked looking up from your needlepoint. Charles raised his eyebrows, looking at you from over his book.

“How does what work, sweetheart?” Arthur asked, not looking up from his journal. He had grown used to your endless questions. Unfortunately, you had grown up very sheltered, the little things you thought you did know were often wrong. Which led to Arthur and Charles constantly correcting you. At first you had felt so damn stupid, had left you keeping your mouth shut every time you had a question. Of course, they saw through your sudden silence, working to get to the meat of the problem. You’d never had anyone care so much about you, maybe your mama, but you hardly remembered her. 

“Well…” You started, pursing your lips as heat flooded your cheeks. “Two… two men. How does that work in bed?” You asked, biting your lip. 

Arthur cleared his throat, his cheeks turning that delicious shade of scarlet that highlighted his freckles. Charles only chuckled, looking over at him. 

“Well darlin’-“ Arthur started, clearing his throat once more, “there’s, there’s a few ways.” He said, setting his paper and pencil down. “You can uh- take him in your mouth as anyone would do.” He ran his hand through his honey brown locks, pushing them away from his face. “Or-“

“Or you can take him up the ass.” Charles finished, shrugging as he looked over at Arthur.

“Charles!” Arthur huffed, the tips of his ears turning pink.

“Oh for chrissake, she asked!” Charles said, chuckling softly. Your eyes widened as you looked between the two of them. Oh.

“Wouldn’t that hurt?” The words fell from your lips before you could stop them. Furrowing your brows as you looked between them. 

“It can,” Charles nodded, “if you go too hard or too fast. But it can also feel real good.” He hummed, glancing over at Arthur who was still a blushing mess. 

“How would it even fit?” You asked leaning forward, your curiosity overpowering the embarrassment you knew you should feel. 

“Salve,” Charles shrugged, “or oil. But I prefer salve, the tin beside our bed.”

“Charles.” Arthur was completely flushed, nearly hiding his face behind his hand as he rubbed his eyebrows. 

So that’s what that tin was for, you were now very thankful you had never used it to moisten your lips. 

“I’m still curious,” You said, shaking your head, “I understand the salve, but the two of you aren’t… small.” You chuckled, biting your lip. You could visibly see the two of them puff up at your praise. Arthur finally came out from behind his hand to look up at the two of you.

“Do you…” Arthur sighed, shaking his head as he chewed on his lip. “Do you wanna watch?”

The idea shouldn’t have sent such a thrill through you, but it did. Heat instantly rushed down through your belly to your core. 

“Can I?” You asked hesitantly, wondering if this was crossing a line. But Arthur had offered, hadn't he? If there was some invisible boundary between you and them, he would have offered it. 

This was the least favorite part of your arrangement. The guessing, the constant guessing if you had pushed too far or crossed a line. You wished that just once they would have to deal with the uncertainty you faced. Although you knew it wasn’t fair to think that way, they were the ones who had first faced uncertainty. They were the ones who had bared their souls to you first, shared the most intimate parts of their life.

“If you want to.” Charles nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips as he looked from you, over to Arthur. He gulped his Adam's apple bobbing.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” His accent thick as he cleared his throat.

“What about tonight?” You asked, biting your lip. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you surprised even yourself with your boldness. You were almost never the one to initiate physical intimacy with them. Again, tip-toeing around this invisible boundary that might have only existed in your mind. You didn’t want to push, didn’t want to do anything that might make them change their mind about you. About welcoming you into their life, their relationship.

“Tonight?” Charles’s small grin had now turned into a full blown smirk, “Eager are we?” He chuckled, heat flooding your cheeks as you looked down. “I don’t see why not, what do you think Arthur?” He hummed, leaning back in his chair as he spread his legs. Moving his hips in a not-so-subtle thrust. 

“Why not?” He shrugged, feigning indifference as he adjusted himself through his pants before he went back to his journal.

The day moved by at a snail's pace. No matter how many mindless tasks you completed, you could not will the sun to go down any faster than it normally would. You didn’t know why you seemed to be bewitched by the thought of the men indulging in each other. You would not be joining them, there would be no way for you to. You did not possess a cock, although you did not wish to possess one anyway. You would just be an observer tonight. Perhaps in some twisted way you had been waiting for this ever since you had heard them all those weeks ago.

You were nearly vibrating by the time you all sat down for dinner. Not even taking the time to savor the stew Charles and you had worked on earlier. You quickly washed up your bowl, along with the men. You could feel their eyes on your back, as you scrubbed the bowls in the soapy water. 

“Think we’ve teased the poor girl enough, Arthur?” Charles' deep voice called from behind you. 

“I reckon.” Arthur chuckled. Your mouth ran dry as you grabbed the towel, drying the remaining water off of your hands. You turned, your eyes landing on them. Their wolfish grins, their blown pupils, were settled on your body. Staring at you like they hadn’t just eaten their fair share. Heat began to pool in your core, your bloomers suddenly very damp between your thighs 

“Now?” You asked, wetting your lips. Both the men nodded, not taking their eyes off of you. Charles got up first, stalking towards you like you were the one who would be absolutely wrecked by the end of the evening. Arthur headed towards the bedroom, no doubt to prepare everything. 

Charles’ arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush to him as he pressed his lips to yours. Effectively stealing the breath from your lungs as he held you against the hard line of his body. His hardening excitement did little to dampen the fire steadily growing in your belly. 

He pulled back, resting his forehead against yours. Your breaths mingled as the two of you panted. The air had turned charged, like when a lightning storm was on the horizon, ready to touch down. 

“Ain’t that a pretty sight.” Arthur whistled from the doorway to your room, already stripped down to his union suit. His cock strained against the maroon fabric. 

“C’mon sweetheart.” Charles chuckled softly, taking your hand as the two of you walked into the bedroom. Arthur was all over Charles the second he stepped through the threshold. His hands were flying to his belt as he pulled it out of the loops. 

“Help me get him undressed, won’t you sweetheart?” Arthur asked, raising his gaze to find your eyes. You hadn’t realized you were frozen until he snapped you out of your trance. You moved beside him, your fingers working on unbuttoning his shirt.

You could feel his heart pounding against your fingertips as you pulled his shirt off of him. Baring his chest to you and Arthur. The oil lamp in the corner of the room made his skin nearly glow, highlighting the perfect imperfections of the scars along his skin. 

“See something you like, sweetheart?” Charles asked, his near obsidian eyes finding yours. Heat bloomed in your cheeks as you looked up at him, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you nodded. You heard the bed creak under Arthur’s weight, drawing your attention back to the other man. He was a vision in the low light, his hand wrapped around his stiff cock. His piercing gaze shot through you, turning your legs to jelly. You felt viewed, instead of the other way around.

The fabric of your dress fell at your feet, leaving you in your chemise. You furrowed your brows, looking up at Charles. 

“What?” You asked, as his fingers untied the string above your breasts. 

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, pausing his motions. You shook your head, swallowing thickly. You felt your nipples harden as he bared your skin to the chill air. Arthur grabbed your wrist, tugging you back to him. His mouth covered your breast, running his tongue over your nipple. 

A small moan left your lips, your fingers threading through honey brown hair. Which had grown in the past few weeks, forgoing a haircut. You curled the strands around your fingers, pulling him closer. A whine raised up through his throat, the sound vibrating through your chest. He raised his other hand to grope at your breast that was being neglected by his mouth. You sighed softly, closing your eyes.

A choked gasp around your nipple snapped your eyes open. Charles has his hand around Arthur, smearing the salve around his head before spreading it down his shaft. His hot breath wafted against you as he leaned his forehead against your chest. Goosebumps erupted on your skin, down your arms. 

“Impatient.” Arthur said with a choked breath, glancing up at Charles. Charles chuckled, turning Arthur’s jaw towards him. He captured his lips against his, your heart pounding as you watched them. 

“Get on the bed.” Arthur growled, his pupils dilating as his hand came down on Charles backside with a loud smack. Charles grinned, crawling onto the flannel sheets. He laid on his back, his raven hair spread out like a halo.

“You too.” Arthur’s hand came down on your ass cheek, a small gasp leaving your lips. 

“But I’m-“

“You want the best seat in the house don’tcha?” Arthur asked, rubbing your reddened skin. You nodded, climbing onto the bed next to Charles. Arthur grabbed the salve, spreading it on Charles' puckered hole. Charles sucked in a breath as Arthur slowly pressed a finger inside. You moved to sit on your knees, watching as Arthur moved one of Charles legs up onto his hip. Charles let out a low moan as Arthur added a second finger. You felt like you were in a trance, unable to pull your eyes away from the scene in front of you. Not that you wanted to. Arthur twisted his hand, smirking as Charles’ hips jolted in response. His thick cock standing at attention on his stomach. 

“You wanna help our boy, sweetheart?” Arthur cooed, raising his eyes. You wrapped your hand around Charles’ weeping head, spreading the precum down his shaft. 

“Fuck-“ Charles groaned, fisting the sheets under him. Your mouth was watering at the sight, a light sheen of sweat covering Charles' skin. You couldn’t help yourself, lowering your head to take Charles in your mouth.

“Atta girl.” You could hear the smirk in Arthur’s tone. You swirled your tongue around his mushroom head, dipping your tongue into his slit. 

“Shit- Arthur.” Charles groaned.

“I ain’t the one with my pretty mouth wrapped around your cock.” Arthur hummed, “Tell her how good she’s doin’.”

“So good- ngh- so good sweetheart.” His hand rested against your head, petting your hair. You pushed yourself down, taking more of him in your mouth. Tasting the subtle musk that was so incredibly Charles. 

Arthur gently pulled you off of him, capturing your lips with his own. Pushing his tongue into your mouth, no doubt tasting Charles on your tongue. 

Arthur lined himself up with Charles, pressing his head into him slowly.

“Damnit-“ Charles hissed, his cock twitching on his belly. His brows drew together, white knuckling the sheets. Arthur pushed into him fully, his pelvis against his ass. His hands ran up and down Charles’ thick thighs.

“Feel so good darlin’.” Arthur hummed, closing his eyes. You swallowed thickly, your mouth going dry at the sight in front of you. 

“So pretty.” You said softly, the words leaving your lips before you could think twice about them. They had this sort of effect on you, like they stopped your inhibitions. Drawing out your deepest thoughts and desires, with no effort at all. 

“Him or me, sweetheart?” Arthur sighed contently, drawing his hips back slowly before easing back inside him.

“Both.” You replied, your attention drawn to Charles as he whined. 

“More.” Charles pleaded, his blown wide eyes looking up at Arthur. 

“Anything you want darlin’.” Arthur snapped his hips forward, rewarded with a deep moan from Charles. You bit your lip, slipping your hands down your body. Dragging your fingers across your nipples before you moved between your legs. Gathering your slick on your fingers before finding your nub of pleasure. You hummed, looking back at Arthur and Charles. 

Arthur had Charles‘ thigh up on his hip, his lip between his teeth as he thrust into him. You picked up speed, a small moan leaving your lips. 

“C’mere.” Charles panted, grabbing your wrist. You sighed as he pulled your hand away from your legs.

“Where?”

“Sit on me.” He almost begged. 

“I- I don’t…” you bit your lip, looking from Charles to Arthur. Arthur slowed his movements, stilling inside of Charles. You swallowed thickly, feeling heat crawl up your neck and into your cheeks. 

“Don’t what sweetheart?” Arthur asked, his chest rising and falling harshly. 

“Well it’s- this is between you two…” You mumbled.

“Do you not want to join us?” Charles asked, wetting his lips.

“No that’s not it.” You said shaking your head, your tongue felt heavy and too big for your mouth. 

“Then what’s the problem?” Arthur asked, his brows furrowing. You sat there, completely exposed. Physically and emotionally, how were you supposed to tell them how you felt? How were you supposed to speak when you could hardly form a thought from the jumbled words and feelings in your brain? 

“This isn’t between Arthur and I.” Charles said, his gaze soft, “This is between us. All of us.” He said, squeezing your hand. 

“I just-“ You bit your lip, tears pricking your eyes. 

“Oh sweetheart.” Arthur said softly, pulling out of Charles. 

“I don’t-“ You huffed, rubbing your eyes. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothing.” Charles said, sitting up. “Nothing is wrong with you.”

“Talk to us.” Arthur said, rubbing your back. You took a few shaky breaths, trying to assemble the mix of emotions into a sentence.

“I-“ You sighed, letting Charles pull your hand away from your face. “I don’t know what’s allowed.” You mumbled 

“Allowed?” Arthur repeated, furrowing his brows. 

“I just-“ You groaned, shaking your head, “I don’t want to mess up, or- or intrude-“

“Intrude?” Arthur shook his head.

“There ain’t a way for you to intrude sweetheart.” Charles cooed. “Belong here, with us.” He said, looking from you up to Arthur.

His words struck your heart like an arrow. You sniffled, unable to hold back the tears. You didn’t know that’s what you needed to hear, to be reassured that this was your home. That they wanted you as much as you wanted them. 

“I love you, both of you.” You sniffled, looking up at them. No longer afraid of the consequences of speaking what you had known for weeks now. 

“I love you too.” Arthur smiled, pulling you into his embrace.

“I love you too sweetheart.” Charles said, kissing the crown of your head. “Now,” He started, wiping your tears away from your cheeks. “Don’t make me beg.” He smirked, laying back down. 

“You sure I won’t crush you?” You asked 

“I can promise you, you won’t.” He hummed, reaching for you. You moved from Arthur's arms, climbing up his body. You straddled his chest, his hands grabbed your ass pulling you further up on the bed. You hovered over his face, wetting your lips as you let out a shaky breath. 

“Ready Charles?” Arthur asked from behind you.

“Ready.” He replied before pulling you down onto his face. His tongue dove into you, fucking your hole with reckless abandon. 

“Oh Charles!” You squealed, grasping the headboard for support as he devoured you like a man starved. Charles' moan was muffled against your core as Arthur filled him.

“So damn tight.” Arthur said through gritted teeth behind you. Each thrust moved Charles against you, his nose bumping up against your clit. Sending sparks of pleasure through your body and down to your toes. Charles' arms were wrapped around your thighs, holding you down on him as you started to shake. 

They had tasted you a few times, but never like this. Every moan vibrated through your core. You wonder if he was moaning at your taste or at Arthur’s thick cock splitting him open, probably both. You had never heard of a man that enjoyed eating pussy like Charles. It was almost like an art to him, the way he licked through your folds, sucking on your clit until you were crying out.

“Oh god- Charles- Arthur-“ Their names fell like a mantra from your lips as you got closer and closer to falling over the edge. The coil tightening in your belly, your toes curling. 

“Cum for him, sweetheart, soak his pretty face.” Charles moaned at Arthur’s words which sent you over the edge. Cuming with a wail as you grabbed at the raven locks at the crown of Charles head. Instead of letting up, he sucked harder at your clit, your legs trembling on either side of his head. Arthur sped up his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small room. 

You were floating, hardly able to hold yourself up as you collapsed over to one side of Charles. 

“Fill him up.” You panted, breathless as you looked up at Arthur. 

“Yeah?” Arthur asked, his hair sticking to his forehead. “Want me to fill up our man?” You nodded, trailing your fingers down Charles' chest. Wrapping your hand around his cock, you started to stroke him in time with every one of Arthur’s thrusts.

“Fuck-“ Charles keened, his chest jerking off of the bed. His balls pulled tight up against his body. “I’m gonna-“

“Cum.” Arthur growled, baring his teeth like a wild animal. Charles gasped, ropes of cum painting his belly and chest as you worked him through his orgasm. Arthur slammed his hips against his ass, chasing after his own high. Cuming with a whine as he collapsed in on himself.

For a few moments, the only sound in the room was your breaths. Arthur pulled out of Charles, flopping down on the other side of him. His arm above his head as he caught his breath. 

“Everything you hoped for?” He asked, clearing his throat as he looked over at you. You chuckled breathlessly, throwing your arms over Charles' chest as you rolled onto your side. 

“And more.” You hummed, snuggling into Charles' side. Charles chuckled, kissing your forehead. Arthur sighed contently, before getting up. He grabbed a damp cloth, must have placed it in here beforehand, and returned to the bed. He gently began wiping the cum off Charles' stomach and thighs.

“You still curious, sweetheart?” Charles asked with a hum, his jaw glistening with your slick.

“Well…” You started, a wicked grin spreading across your face as you spoke with renewed confidence. “I haven’t seen Arthur take you.”

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