#project the confidence and the skill you're longing for will come i promise

[golyadkin]

you'll get the urge as an artist or a writer to say out loud the things you're worried about "the proportions are off" "kind of out of character" "i'm not good at summaries" "didn't get as much detail as i wanted" "i made a mistake and here's how" and that's the self-conscious part of your brain telling you "it's bad and if you don't tell them you know it's bad then they'll think you're stupid" but you've got to ignore that little voice and pretend you think it's good or else that little voice is going to ruin your life

[obsessedwhyyes]

A Sound Hypothesis

Part 1 of The Scientific Method series.

Summary: Inexperienced in the ways of love, you often find yourself labelled an overthinker. But then again, you are a scientist. When your incredibly beautiful travelling companion proposes a night you'll never forget, suddenly you're left wondering, are you really ready for this? Ever the scientist, you propose an experiment, and get more than you bargained for.

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4762 Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Reader Content: Act 1, smut with plot, inexperienced nerd reader, making out, oral sex (giving and receiving), hand job, cock worship, blowjob and handjob instruction (ie. Astarion teaches you how to pleasure him).

A/N: Can't believe this got to nearly 5k words, good lord. Actual smut comes in half way through, but it's still rather spicy before then. Also, writing handjobs is hard.

The events of the night prior felt like a dream, yet you remembered each moment vividly.

“I’m beginning to like the whole package, honestly,” he had purred, “and you clearly like me too, so I was thinking…”

You looked into his eyes as he gazed confidently, hungrily into yours. There was only him in this moment. Well, him and the quickened pulse of your heart pounding in your ears. You were certain he could hear it.

“We could take an evening to ourselves. Get to know each other a little more intimately.”

But you were struck with a hit of nerves then. You had lived a sheltered life before your abduction. A wizard and a scholar, your pursuits had been in the sciences and that of perfecting your craft, rather than in stolen moments of lust with beautiful strangers. Not to say you hadn’t experienced a few stolen kisses, however. But to give oneself entirely to another - that was a very different, much more intimidating affair. Yet there was no denying the spark that flickered between the two of you as you spent your days and evenings together, and that spark ignited a growing ache within you that lingered each night you retreated to your bedroll.

“I want to, Astarion. Gods, I really want to, but I’m…”

You hesitated and tore your eyes from him; fiddled with your fingers for a moment.

“You’ve never done this before,” he finished, causing you to look up suddenly from your busying hands.

“I had my suspicions. I’d have already bedded you twice over otherwise.”

You could only laugh, not only at the sheer audacity of his remark, but because of course he knew. Gods, he could probably smell the inexperience on you from a mile away.

“It’s your decision, of course. Should you wish to keep things light between us, we’ll end our evenings together as friends. If you decide you want a little more, however–”

He stepped closer to you - close enough to feel his cool breath on your skin and smell the freshness of his cologne.

“I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget.”

He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his hand lingering delicately where your neck meets the line of your jaw. He was playing you like a fiddle, and you knew it. But gods, if his tune wasn’t a siren’s song in the night. You wanted nothing more than to dance to it.

And then he kissed you.

Gods, the way he kissed you.

There was need, yes; a hunger not unknown to you even in your limited experience. But it was a hunger wrapped in a velvet blanket of familiarity, as though he had known your lips as long as his own. He was certainly skilled, there was no denying that.

The chill of the night air felt like a splash of cold water to your senses once his lips left yours, and you found yourself mourning the loss of his touch.

“Think about it,” he had said that night, before retreating back to his tent.

–

And here you are, wrapped in your bedroll, thinking about it. Ceaselessly.

About his voice, laced with the sweetest honey, speaking promises of nights wanton and dripping with ecstasy. About his smile, teasing and rakish, and the feel of his lips against yours which you missed like home.

You think about the times you let him feed from you; the gentle way he held you, one hand cradling your head. The soft, pleasured noises that would rumble from his chest as he grazed over the soft flesh of your throat - and sunk his teeth into it. Then, greedy, he would begin to pull you close, your chest flush against his own. Every time he fed, it was as though the gates holding back the flood of every primal vampiric instinct within him were unleashed at the taste of you; the ambrosia that is your life essence which you willingly gift to him. And every time he fed, before you reached the point of no return, you would break him out of his trance - a simple series of taps on his shoulder - and he would release you from his predatorial embrace.

It was in those moments, you would see the look in his eyes: ravenous, pupils blown, boring down into you as you lay there beneath him, vulnerable. Your gazes would linger and gods, how you imagined what it would feel like to be entangled with him; for him to take his pleasure from you.

No, you tell yourself. This has been going so fast. Your time together has been so short in the grand scheme of things yet, with the threat of ceremorphosis looming over you, your time on this mortal plane may be fleeting. One might argue that now is surely the time to experience that which you have not… isn’t it? 

But what if this isn’t what you actually want and this aching need within you is simply a manifestation of the stress your increasingly bizarre situation has brought you? It is not unknown for one to develop bouts of hypersexuality in times of stress, or so you have read in books detailing such occurrences.

Suddenly, an idea presents itself. A scientist such as yourself requires a chance to gather all available evidence before coming to a conclusion. A little experimentation, perhaps. Then, you’ll know for certain if your attraction runs deeper than you give your body credit for. Your honed mind will not be governed by a set of primitive bodily urges - you’re better than that. You won’t allow it.

For now, sleep beckons. Tomorrow, you shall put your idea into practice.

– 

The next day passes as swiftly as you had hoped. You’re eager to welcome the night. You and your companions had seemingly settled into a predictable routine when it came to your evening endeavours: your fellow wizard and friendly rival, Gale, would slave over the cook pot with the limited items you had procured over your journey, while the Blade of Frontiers himself regaled your group with stories of his adventures, punctuated with commentary from your remaining companions, ranging from crude to complimentary. Food would be eaten and domestic duties fulfilled, after which, everyone would begin their journeys to their bedrolls. Well, everyone bar you and Astarion. As the resident elves, you require far less rest than that of your travelling companions. It was in these moments, where the camp lay dormant and the two of you sit against a fallen log by the campfire, that you had developed something resembling a rapport with Astarion. You have become rather fond of your night time talks.

Tonight, however, you have plans beyond repartee.

You feel emboldened by your plan. Where before, you were thrown into territory unknown, unprepared and anxious, now you have the comfort of scientific method on your side. You know exactly what to say - you’ve thought of every possibility after all.

Sitting side-by-side, you turn to him, determined.

“I was thinking about your little proposition last night.”

“Were you now?” Astarion replies with a smirk on his lips and a gleam in his eyes.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself just yet. I always imagined that the first time I, um…”

“Did the horizontal dance with an esteemed companion? Engaged in amorous congress? Fucked?”

“Had sex,” you quickly correct, halting his attempts to fluster you further. “I always imagined the first time I had sex would be under slightly less unusual circumstances. We’ve been under nothing but stress ever since we got off that damned Nautiloid. I can’t tell if this desire I’m feeling is because I truly want to spend the night with you, or because my body just wants a distraction.”

“Is that such a bad thing? We’ve worms in our brains and danger is lurking around every corner. Our time is short, darling. If I can provide our dear leader a little respite in these tumultuous times; offer up my services in her time of need, that sounds like time well spent, does it not?”

He shuffles closer to you, resting his arm behind you on the log which you both lean against.

“Besides,” he continues, his voice low and close to your ear, “you’ve been so good to me, offering up your neck for me to savour. It’s only fitting that I offer you a little distraction in return.”

“I don’t want to just… use you as a distraction, Astarion. Gods, I offered you my blood because I wanted to help you, not because I expected a favour.”

For a fleeting moment, his expression shifts. And just as quickly, his smirk returns, embodying a practised sultriness that has surely wrapped many a soul around his fingers.

“No,” you continue, “if I have sex, it will be because it’s something I truly want to do; that I’m ready for. Not just a fanciful distraction. I hope you feel the same.”

That expression again, barely noticeable. You can’t quite decipher it.

“So, darling,” he purrs, “what do you suggest?”

“I was wondering if I could kiss you.”

“Ha! Can’t get enough, eh?”

“I just think that, with a little more evidence, I might be able to see if this is something I’m truly ready for; to discern whether this desire is real, or simply a physical response to this gods-awful situation we find ourselves in.”

He laughs, seemingly amused by your reasoning, and your heart flutters at the sound. Unexpected.

“Gods, are you always such an overthinker?”

“I just think it would help me come to a decision.”

“Is that what this is then? Your little experiment?”

“I’m nothing if not a scientist,” you tease back.

“Alright, my dear. Your terms are acceptable. A kiss, for scientific reasons, of course.”

Of course, you say to yourself. That… is what this is, isn’t it? Simple evidence gathering?

You have no time to consider this as Astarion places a finger under your chin, lifting your gaze fully to his, and suddenly, you hear your pulse pounding loudly in your ears once more. Gods, his eyes are beautiful.

An easy smile, a tilt of his head, and he presses his lips to yours, delicate and familiar. He’s gentle, at first: his lips linger on yours a moment before kissing you again, a tender sensation. As you close your eyes and immerse yourself in the feeling, the world around you quietens. No longer do you hear the crackling of the fire as it dies, the chirps of insects, or the rustle of leaves in the breeze. 

At this moment, all you know is him.

You succumb to the coolness of his touch, the smoothness of his skin, the freshness of his scent - sensations so overwhelming that your body responds of its own accord, letting free a soft moan into his mouth.

As though in response, Astarion’s hand lowers from your cheek and trails from your neck, your shoulder, to your waist, as though committing each dip of your body to memory, before pulling you closer to him. Your hands, in return, plant themselves against his chest. His body feels hard and angular against the softness of your own.

As his tongue seeks permission to dance with yours, there is a hunger; a fieriness that threatens to engulf you. The kiss deepens, and you realise with a start that your legs have entangled themselves with his.

Pull yourself together, your mind screams. You’re meant to be in control of your body, not the other way around.

Or so you think, when suddenly, Astarion’s hand moves to your arse - the cheeky sod - and he skillfully, seamlessly rolls you onto his lap, taking advantage of your entangled legs, purposefully positioning you so that you’re straddling him.

Shit.

You gasp. You had forgotten to breathe. He notices and, gods, the smug look on his face. He knows he’s taken you off guard, and worse still…

He knows the effect he’s having on you.

The wall you had carefully constructed between your mind and body begins to collapse, brick by brick. As you kiss, the final fragments fall away, and everything that was once separated threatens to come together in a powerful, unified surge of desire if not for the final threads of your self-restraint.

His body desires this as much as yours, it would seem. As you straddle him, his hands caressing you as they drag up and down your back, you notice a distinct hardness digging into you, oh so close to your core. It takes more willpower than you’ve ever known to not grind into that hardness, seeking the release which you ache for. You are a tautly drawn bow, the tension between your mental focus and physical yearning almost unbearable.

Noticing how stiff you become, Astarion retreats from your lips, tilting his head in playful curiosity.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, darling?”

“I… I…” You barely recognise your own voice as it strains to come out of you.

The bowstring snaps.

You yield.

Your mind and body merge into a mess of lust and desire, and you kiss him hard and greedily. He returns the enthusiasm in kind, releasing a groan into your mouth as he does so. You want this. You want him.

Astarion pulls himself from your lips and turns his attentions to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses where, other nights, he had sunk his fangs. As he does so, you hear his voice, husky in lust.

“You know, if you still need a little more “experimentation,” I have a couple more ideas for you…”

His voice gives you goosebumps.

“... I’m particularly skilled with my tongue, after all.”

You nod.

“Your tent or mine?”

–

As you’re pushed against the bedroll within the privacy of your tent, you’re overwhelmed by a desire to feel every inch of Astarion’s cool, hard body on yours. It was such a primal need, to be enveloped by him; an urge beyond anything you’ve experienced, causing you to wrap your arms greedily behind his neck as you kiss each other, pulling him closer, but never close enough. His hips grind against you slowly, deliberately, granting you a brief, delicious friction which sends shivers up your body and fuels the incredible ache between your legs.

Astarion sits back up on his knees, admiring the mess of you, a smile on his pretty lips. You can only imagine the state you must be in: hair wild, eyes wide and hungry, clothes dishevelled. But your appearance is a distant notion in the back of your mind as Astarion lifts the hem of your skirt and removes your undergarments, sopping wet from your arousal.

You feel vulnerable, exposed to him like this, your desire on full display in front of the very man who you spent nights dreaming about. While his lustful gaze lights a flush of red across your cheeks, it doesn’t cause you to recoil; instead, you find yourself emboldened as he lowers himself between your legs, holding your gaze with eyes hungry and hooded.

He drags his lips up your thighs, leaving kisses so teasing that brings forth the neediest of sounds from your chest. When he reaches your core, he slides a tongue up the slit of you, agonisingly slowly, painfully gently.

Head rolling back, you anticipate the feeling of his tongue within you, but then…

He diverts his attention back to your thighs.

Bastard.

“Astarion..!”

“Eager little pup, aren’t you? Don’t you worry, darling - you’ll get what you desire. Once I have my fun with you, of course.”

He shifts, propping your legs over his shoulders as he grants you an audacious glance and grazes his tongue over you once more, sending a wave of tingles radiating across your body.

You begin to pout at his teasing action, and–

His tongue enters you.

He glides it firmly from your entrance to your clit, lapping you up in one motion, releasing the most wondrous groan, as though the nectar of your arousal is sweeter than any honey.

And so, like a man starved, he devours you, gauging quickly the sensations you prefer, alternating skillfully between firm strokes of his tongue, and the most teasing of flickers across your clit.

Your back arches, and you can do nothing but grasp at the edges of your bedroll as he works at you, leaving you in a state so blissful that you don’t notice the wanton sounds being cried from your lips.

“Easy, love,” he purrs, the loss of his tongue against you causing you to whimper. “As much as I enjoy hearing those delectable sounds of yours, let’s not wake the others, hm?”

You can only cover your mouth with your hands in a feeble attempt to hush yourself as he continues his ministrations. As your eyes meet and the pleasant ache in your core begins to swell into an all-encompassing warmth across your body, you wonder if this is what it feels to be revered as a deity would, your every sensation treated with the kind of awe that only a god might know.

It is when he enters you with his fingers - first one, then two, thrusting in rhythm with his tongue - that the warmth, now an inferno, reaches its peak. It surges through you like a divine crescendo, each wave of your climax a new blessing that floods your senses with a celestial rapture, singing his name like the sweetest hymn.

He caresses your thighs as he brings you down slowly from your high, grounding you.

As you return once again to this mortal plane, the lingering euphoria elicits a fit of giggles from you.

“Well,” Astarion smiles in return, removing himself from the home he has made between your legs, “you certainly seemed to enjoy yourself.”

“I did. I really did. Thank you.”

As you both sit yourselves upright once more, he presses another kiss to your lips. You taste yourself on him.

“I hope our little experiment was very informative for you,” he says with a wink. His words are teasing, but spoken with a gentleness that surprises you.

The truth is, you do have one more idea.

“Can I, um… Can I do the same for you?”

“What?” He says a little too quickly. Noticing this, he brushes his hair back with his hand to a more presentable condition, regains his composure, and continues. “I mean, you don’t have to. To see you squirm under my touch, that’s pleasure enough for me.”

“I want to make you feel good too.”

“You want to?”

That same indecipherable expression. A man with as many notches on his bedpost as he claims must have had some less than favourable conquests every now and then… Perhaps he’s had some bad experiences when receiving too? You suddenly find yourself cursing your lack of experience in these matters. You’re not exactly brimming with social expertise either.

“I probably won’t be the best - not as good as you - but I want to try. I always find that the best way to develop one’s skills is to practise under the guidance of a trusted expert. So… could you teach me how to make you feel good?”

Your gazes linger for a moment as he seems to assess your resolve.

Seemingly satisfied, he smirks, a well-practised aura of sultriness fitting back into place once more. All traces of that mysterious expression dissipate before your eyes.

“Well, darling, if you’re so eager to please me, who am I to stop you?”

You slide up to sit next to him as he begins to unlace his trousers, and suddenly you find yourself unsure of where to look. You’ve a scholar’s knowledge of the physical form; men’s anatomy is no stranger to you from an analytical perspective. And yes, you’ve fantasised about Astarion’s… parts before, as much as you have tried to deceive yourself into believing it was nothing more than a passing, intrusive thought. Yet, now that you’re here, about to perform the most intimate of acts to your beautiful travelling companion for the first time, you become bashful. You can’t quite believe the situation you’ve gotten yourself into tonight.

Yet, as he lowers his trousers and underwear to his thighs, revealing himself to you, all thoughts of bashfulness, of anxiety, cease to be for a moment.

“Hells, Astarion.” You look upon his hardened member with disbelief, measuring its girth against your arm. “How is that going to fit inside me, exactly?”

A slip of the tongue.

He grins, very pleased with himself. “Getting ahead of ourselves, are we?”

… And there returns that familiar flush of heat to your cheeks. Shit.

His chuckling lets you know that he has, in fact, noticed your embarrassment.

Seeking to swiftly change the subject to the much more pressing matter at hand, you ask, “can I touch you?”

In wordless agreement, Astarion guides your hand to his cock, which glistens slightly from the beads of precum elicited from the head. As you hold it, his hand remains over yours, coaxing you to move up and down the shaft.

His cock isn’t warm as you would imagine a regular man’s to be, owing to his vampiric nature, but you note its hardness; the way it pulses beneath your touch; the way his foreskin glides over the head so seamlessly. You squeeze him, fascinated.

“Gently, love. Like this.” He demonstrates by applying a light pressure to your hand and twisting ever so slightly as you both reach the tip, then loosening his grip as he slides you back down his length. You repeat the motion, tentatively. Gods, you hope you're doing this right. He made you feel incredible. You want him to feel incredible too. But oh, what if you hurt him, what if you–

“A-ah…”

The softest sigh of pleasure from your companion interrupts your thoughts. It sends wonderful shivers throughout your body. You find yourself eager to coax more of those little sounds from him.

A newfound confidence flares within you, and you gradually increase your pace, up and down and up and down the shaft, squeezing and twisting lightly as your beautiful instructor taught. In a sudden bout of curiosity, you glide your thumb over the head on your way back down and–

“Ah!”

There it is again. That most delicious sound.

“Exactly like that, darling. Exactly like that.”

He removes his hand from yours as you continue to pump him - you are a fast learner, it would seem - and moves it to reach your cheek, turning you to face him. As he leans his forehead against yours, you notice his breathing has become heavier, just ever so slightly. Instinctively, your breathing begins to match his, and you feel an intensity in the air that gives you goosebumps. Then he kisses you, and it is hungry. Ravenous. Greedy. His hand moves from your cheek to the back of your head, gripping your hair lightly, pressing your lips firmly against his.

As you continue to pleasure him, you find yourself becoming greedy too.

You want to taste him.

Between gasps for air, you ask him, “can I use my mouth on you? The way you did for me?”

“Mmhm,” he says into your kiss. It feels almost a shame to remove yourself from his lips, but you have greater plans yet. 

You both reposition yourselves. He turns to lie himself back on the bedroll, and you crawl down his body to position yourself between his legs. So close to his cock, you find yourself admiring it, taking in every detail: the thick vein on the underside of the shaft, the way the head throbs a colour darker than the rest, eager for release.

You're overwhelmed with a primal desire - a need - to please, to give.

To worship.

“Gods, it's beautiful,” you think aloud.

“I know,” he remarks confidently in return. You roll your eyes at his arrogance, but in this moment, in your eyes, even you can't deny that his cock is perfection. Your mouth waters at what is to come.

You hold his member delicately, like a jewel most precious, planting kisses up his length. A soft sound escapes from Astarion’s lips and suddenly you are emboldened, determined to gift him with bliss as he had gifted you. To do so, however, you would need a little instruction.

“Tell me how to please you,” you plead, and you feel him twitch at your words.

“You are eager,” he purrs, propping himself up with his hands to gaze down at you. You notice a shiver and a sigh, ever so slight, when you trail a line of wetness from base to tip with your tongue.

“In that case,” he continues, brushing a strand of hair from your face, granting him a better view of you, “lick your lips and hold it at the base. Then I want you to get to know it a little, so to speak. Use your mouth around the head and start slowly - there's no point in rushing in, eh?”

You obey, shaking off the lingering feelings of bashfulness at the directness of his words, and wrap your lips around him. Out of curiosity, you swirl a flattened tongue around the head and gods, his skin is so smooth, still slightly salty from precum. His cock twitches and you hear him gasp above you - he’s especially sensitive there, it would seem. 

Where are his other sensitive spots, you wonder.

Time to experiment. You are nothing if not a scientist.

You bob your head and relax your jaw to the best of your abilities, taking in just a little bit more of him each time your mouth glides up and down, keeping your tongue flat against him to flick against the sensitive tip each time you glide back up the length. The sounds he makes - oh, those sounds. His moans are like velvet, a soft, deep timbre that caresses your senses and makes your loins ache once more. Every murmur seeps into your being, igniting your senses and fuelling your need to explore every inch of him. You continue your journey down and down his length, savouring the taste and the texture and–

You gag as his cock touches your throat.

Astarion recomposes himself. “Easy, darling. Use your hand where your mouth can’t reach.”

“Like this?” Your hand pumps the shaft in rhythm with the motions of your mouth and tongue, and Astarion’s head rolls back for a moment.

“Like that,” he exhales heavily, “and suck gently.”

There’s a certain sense of empowerment, unravelling him like this. You relish in every moan that escapes his lips, every twitch and pulse of his cock as you attend to him. The lewd, wet sounds emitted as your hollowed cheeks suck his length. His hand finds its way to your hair, fingers weaving through the strands with a gentle authority, pushing you hard enough to guide you to an ever-quickening rhythm, but gentle enough not to force himself down your throat.

“Use your other hand,” he says between breaths, “hold the balls softly.”

You do as he says, giving them the gentlest of squeezes as you attend to him, and his breaths grow deeper, uneven. You sense the rising tension in him, a tide gathering strength beneath the surface.

He gives one final instruction.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes meet with a stormy intensity and, as you pump up and down with your lips and fingers at a dizzying pace, the intensity seems to surge through him with the force of an ocean swell, powerful and all-encompassing.

With a tremor and a groan so delicious that you find yourself moaning instinctively in response, his cum fills your mouth. Your eyes water, taken by surprise by the force of his release, but you do your best to swallow each wave, releasing him with a wet pop as his climax subsides.

Some moments pass and, in the afterglow, the tent is filled with a comfortable, profound stillness, and only the sounds of heavy breathing - yours and his - as you both return to your senses.

“Did you just..?” He asks, breaking the silence.

“I did,” you reply with a grin, showing him your tongue to reveal that not a drop went to waste.

He laughs warmly, and your heart flutters.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” He kisses you deeply as he sits up, seemingly undeterred by the taste of himself.

“I think I’ve gathered enough evidence to consider your proposition,” you say teasingly.

“Tomorrow night then, darling?”

Bastard.

But yes, you think to yourself. Tomorrow night. You’re ready.

Part 2, An Empirical Study, can be found here!

Masterlist can be found here.

[rogueddie]

Steve realizes that he's been spending too much time with the kids families when he gets home, realizing that he'd bought supplies for knitting. It's something that Claudia and, recently, Joyce have been getting into. They would rope Steve into joining them whenever he time there.

But it's nice. He likes knitting. He likes the repetitively and how easy it is to simply... stop. Stop worrying, stop pacing, stop thinking. Stop being so afraid.

It's hard to be scared of beasts in the walls when he looks down and finds a badly knitted sock in his lap. It looks too silly.

The longer he spends on it though, the better he gets. It's not long until he's knitting things nice enough that he feels confident enough to wear them outside the house. And no one bats an eye.

Robin even steals some of his scarves- until she learns that he knit them and then she starts making demands. Which he's happy to fulfil. Seeing her light up when he hands her the scarf and gloves, in the exactly color and pattern she'd asked for, is more than worth it.

That Christmas, his new knitting skills save the day. He had to set himself a very strict budget for the presents. He's trying to save as much as he can, with Robin and Eddie, so they can move into a little house they have their eyes on.

He blows the entire budget on the kids.

So, with the help of Robin, he tries to think of the best things to knit for the adults.

Robin asks him to make them matching scarves and gloves. She knows that Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle will want matching things too, which solves what to get them. As well as Joyce and Hopper- though, Steve isn't sure how those will go down.

The other parents are easy. He's spoken to them, been in their homes enough, to know the patterns and colors they favor.

By the time he finishes knitting everyone their things... he's still not sure what to knit for Eddie. All he has is the black yarn he got and some of the maroon and dark green left over from the other projects.

"He'll be happy you got him anything at all," Robin teases. "You know that. You just want it to be perfect because-"

"He's my friend! Ok? I just want to get him something nice for Christmas."

"And that's all there is to it?"

"Yes!"

"Mhm," Robin smirks, slowly walking backwards towards the door, raising an eyebrow at him. "I totally believe you."

Even though Robin hadn't been any help with thinking of any good ideas, he's sure that he's only thinking of worse ones without her. It doesn't help that, the longer he sits and tries to think, the more ideas they came up with together he forgets.

In the end, he settles for a gothic version of a Christmas sweater. He tries to make it as detailed as he can- knitting in snowflakes and zig zags, the hellfire devil head instead of a reindeer and little Christmas trees along the bottom hem.

He shoves it into the little Christmas bag he got for it, taping the top shut before he can doubt himself. He tucks it away, pointedly avoiding so much as glancing at it.

It's a relief when, a few days later, Christmas comes around.

Most of them bounce between the Wheelers and the Byers homes. The kids all spend most of the day at the Wheelers, gathering all their presents with them. Dustin helps Steve bring the presents from him, Robin and Claudia inside.

He stops at the Byers, where most of the adults are gathered. Joyce and Nancy both try to convince him to change his mind, to stay for dinner, as he drops their presents off. But, as he reminds them, he promised Robin he'd spend Christmas dinner with her.

She's sat on the trailer steps with Eddie when Steve pulls up.

"You're late!" Eddie yells as Steve opens the trunk, grabbing the last three presents. "Have you no consideration for the peasants?!"

"Shut up," Steve says, rolling his eyes. He gently kicks him. "Move."

Eddie throws himself off the steps, onto the floor. "Ah! Rob, he's bullying me!"

"Good." Robin stands up, opening the door and waving Steve inside. She raises an eyebrow at Eddie. "Get up, I'm hungry."

"Fine!" Eddie says, scrambling to his feet. "You're all so mean to me."

Wayne clears his throat. He's stood by the kitchen, leaning with his arms crossed, watching them with an amused grin. "You kids ready to eat now or do you want to do presents first?"

"Food," they all say in sync.

The dinner is amazing, something Steve and Robin both keep telling Wayne. Whenever the conversation pauses, they have a little kick-fight on who gets to speak up that time.

Wayne jokingly asks Eddie why he's never so complimentary about his cooking, which earns him an eye roll.

"You don't need the ego boost, old man."

Wayne gets him in a loose headlock when he stands up, ruffling his hair, before quickly grabbing the plates that Steve tries to collect.

"No, no, no. You kids get started opening your presents, I've got these."

Robin drags him along, into the living room, by the collar of his polo when he tries to offer help. Eddie helps, grabbing his forearm. Steve grumbles the whole time, folding his arms when they push him down, onto the sofa.

"Ladies first," Eddie throws a present at Robin, nearly hitting her in the face. He grins widely when she flips him off.

He insists that, once Robin opens all of her presents, Steve has to open his. Then Wayne. And, once they've all opened theirs, Eddie claps his hands together at the remaining presents.

"Perfect. All for me." He grins, grabbing Steves first. He almost rips the bag with how hard he pulls at the tape.

"We have scissors," Robin waves them at him.

He bats them away, digging the sweater out of the bag. "Oooh, gothic Christmas, very-" he stops when he turns it over, staring at the front for a moment. "Is... is this, like, custom made?"

"Yeah, sort of," Steve says, shrugging. He offers a smile when Eddie looks up at him, looking almost... awed.

"He made it himself," Robin says. "He's gotten into knitting."

"You knit this? Yourself? Stevie, what the hell! This is amazing!" He quickly shrugs off his jacket so he can put the sweater on. "I'm never taking this off. Fuck, I could kiss you."

"Save it for the bedroom," Wayne quickly says, holding a hand up. "Some of us here don't want to see all that PDA."

Robin snickers. "Yeah, have some decency for the rest of us."

"Ha ha," Eddie deadpans. "You're both hilarious."

"Seriously though, son," Wayne puts a hand on his shoulder. "You know I'll support and love you no matter what, but I'd hate to see you and a girl getting like that just as much."

"What?" Eddie frowns, confused. "What are you talking about?"

Wayne glances between him and Steve. "You and your boy."

"Holy shit," Robin whispers. "I knew it wasn't just me."

"I'm, uh..." Steve eventually speaks up, once it's clear that Eddie isn't going to say anything, simply continuing to gape at Wayne. "I'm not his boy."

"What?" Wayne turns to Eddie with narrowed eyes. "You ain't asked him out yet? How many dates have you been on and you still ain't-"

"We're not dating," Eddie hisses. "I've told you this, like, seventy times!"

"This is amazing," Robin whispers, eyes darting between the two as they continue arguing back and forth. "Stevie, you owe me money."

Steve groans, slouching as low as he can, covering his red face with both hands.

[2soulscollide]

tips to level up your writing skills

1. read, read, read

okay, I know, everyone keeps saying it... but it's true, and I truly believe the more you read, the better you write, because you come across different writing styles, different voices, new characters, and worlds. This applies to every writer, from amateur to professional.

2. practice makes perfect

another cliché, right.

but hear me out: I feel so much more confident about my writing skills when I write daily, rather than when I write a bit occasionally. you get lots of work done, see your book coming to life, and get better at it.

3. create an outline before you start writing

guysss, I know many people like to go with the flow, but I would recommend planning your novel before writing it, especially if it is one of your first projects.

when I started, I refused to plot my novel because I thought it was a waste of time, and I couldn't plan it all ahead. turns out that I could never finish my novels, because I started to get lost in the plot. as most of you may know, I LOVEEE to plot now!

4. use active voice instead of passive voice

passive voice is alright sometimes. I like to use it, too. but to create an immersive experience for the reader, you should go for the active voice since it creates more impact.

see something like this:

"the letter was written by Marcus who had tears in his eyes." VS "Marcus wrote the letter with tears in his eyes."

such a basic example (don't judge me!!)... but can you notice the difference? it seems so much more expressive.

5. avoid using overly complex language

repeat it after me: short. sentences. are. valid.

don't overcomplicate it! I know it's tempting to write huge sentences sometimes and make your book seem more complex and professional, but sometimes it just doesn't come out as expected, and we end up exhausting our readers.

6. don't just for yourself

this can be a polemic topic. it's quite common to see people saying you should write for yourself, but let's be honest here: if you're trying to get your book published, you should have your target public in mind while developing your book. knowing your audience to know what works and what doesn't work is extremely important. but hey, you must also enjoy what you're writing!

7. use dialogue!!!

I find dialogue so important, and I love it so much! ensure you develop a distinctive voice for your characters to make them seem real to the reader. also, if possible, read the dialogue out loud and imagine if it would work out in real life.

8. don't be afraid to use metaphors

metaphors will turn a "basic" work into something more sophisticated when applied in the right places. you might want to avoid overusing it because it can ruin the experience, but it's something up to you, and what feels better to you.

9. research your topic before writing

okay, this is pretty self-explanatory. if you're writing about a topic or a location you don't know much about, avoid making assumptions or clichés. instead, do some research, take notes, or even ask chatgpt questions to help you.

10. don't be afraid to experiment and try new things

I was a fanfiction writer for a long time and was so scared to try original fiction because it seemed so much different from what I was accustomed to doing. however, once I decided to try something new, I discovered I liked to do it more than fanfiction. you'll never know until you try it!

11. never give up on your writing, keep practicing and learning to improve your skills

it takes time to acquire new skills, so if you're new to writing, please don't give up! It's fun and a long path, and I promise you'll love it, even more, the more you write!

I hope this was helpful! <3 have a nice day

also, i just released a new freebie!!! it's a free workbook for writers with over 90 pages to guide you through the process of plotting a novel. you might be interested in checking it out!! :D click here

[1galaxia369]

SAGITTARIUS RISING♐️

It's looking like this sagittarius season has been eventful for you. You are getting a lot done, and staring a lot of projects. I love this for you Sags, you are on top of your game and rearing to go. The plan is in place, you've been plotting for a long time now. Things are aligning for you now so go head and take the opportunity to leap into that success that's waiting for you. You are strong, your confidence is on 10 and this project is something you are passionate about those are the ingredients for success. All you have to do is do right by yourself and stick this one out, I promise you the universe will guide you along the way. You have put this off for way too long now, it's for you to give yourself this. You have the skill and endurance, like I said before, you have the passion for it and you weighed all the pros and cons. You need start moving forward and remember why you’re doing things and let that motivate you to put your all into it.

You've been learning how to balance your emotions and learning how to control your impulses. You've been pouring into yourself lately and honoring your feelings, especially when it comes to the people in your life. I am getting this energy of you finally feeling some sense of purpose and fulfillment and it's creating healing within you. You deciding to embark on this journey is helping that and when you get to the end you'll finally feel whole and enlightened. This project whether it's, finally monetizing your creativity or a skill you've perfected, it will be successful not only because you're the center of it but because you are doing it out of a place of love and passion. This will attract a lot of support for you, people will want to help you bring your vision to light. Collaboration is always good, don't be scared to ask for help if you need it.

Go forward, the universe is aligning you right now and you are supported. Your intuition is strengthening and will be guiding you so please listen to the suggestions and nudges. Once things pick up you won't have time to back track so be sure this is what you want because there is no turning back and why would you? This is something you've been planning for yourself for a while now, go get it. The universe will be leading you places and will be placing people in your life. You'll start to notice new people popping up, you only need the kind of people who will support your endeavors and they're coming. Use discernment though, you don't want someone who doesn't align holding you back. Your spirit guides will swiftly remove them from your life but you have to let them go and try not to hold on to people that don't align with you. You deserve the success that's coming to you enjoy it.

I recommend regular smudging (palo santo, sage,dragons blood,incense). work with Amethyst, celestite, rose quartz, adventurine. Regular physical activity, yoga, pilates, sports or gym time.

[rosekasa]

ive yet to finish an art project since december bc ive been so down abt my work. im startjng to feel like a one trick pony, like i can only make one good art im proud of and never again. each type i set out to make something it just doesn't turn out good so i delete it and start again and rinse and repeat. its nice to know that its not just me who feels this way

baby you are NOT alone!! at a time where most of the art we consume is through the norms of social media it can be so hard to remember that art is not just about making a good 'finished product' and that your value as an artist isn't about your work looking like those of the people you see with thousands of followers. feeling proud of your work comes from feeling proud of yourself. i have so many pieces that objectively are Not good but i feel filled with so much love when i look at them because i remember how happy i was while creating it. but then i have pieces that have gotten thousands of reblogs but i physically cannot bring myself to look at them for too long because while i was drawing it i was constantly thinking about whether it will look good, whether it will fit the idea i had in my head, etc. etc.

I don't know if it's any consolation to hear this, but the feelings triggered in you when you see a result you don't like are not concrete nor are they a true depiction of who you are. you are a wonderful, skilled, creative artist and i can say this to you without knowing who you are and knowing your work because to be that kind of person is to think you are that kind of person. the more you tell yourself not to be nervous about your art not turning out good and focus on creating the things that make you feel joy with confidence, the more your art WILL start to look good, i promise.

i wanted to share some examples with my own art and my feelings about it so if you're not interested don't worry qjkskw im just putting it under here

i think this was my most reblogged piece in 2022 but i dont think ive seen it closeup since then because it does not make me feel good when i look at it. when i sat down to draw this i was so stressed about making it look a certain way. i was trying to use all this technical knowledge like forumlas to make it look 'perfect' but at the end it just felt like a drawing that wasn't even mine. i do like the sky a lot though because painting skies like that have always made me feel really happy.

same situation with this piece. i had the vague idea in my head but it felt like i had to make it a chore to make sure it looked good. i kept trying to find the 'perfect' references and trying to copy tutorials id seen about anatomy to force it to look good but again this just doesn't feel like my art because i think so much of it came from what i thought i shouldve been doing rather than what felt good. it felt like i was trying to prove myself

i did this in an hour and a half and i thought it was going to be a warmup ahkdka. i completely switched off my brain while i did this. i loved this pose from ikari gozen and so i sketched it out really fast in a way that felt so. easy? natural? the rest of the details sort of just fell into place. that's not to say i didnt try to use the same techniques that i did for the other two, but this time i trusted that those techniques that i learned would naturally come to me while i worked while i had the end result in my mind. when i look at this piece i just remember how intuitive the process felt, how i would zoom out of the canvas and look at it and think 'omg wait what if i try that thing i saw on that youtube tutorial...' and how i wasnt trying to prove to myself this was a good drawing, but for the way i felt natural and happy prove it to me instead

this one too ❤️ i have improved my anatomy a lot since this piece but i still use it on all my portfolios and commission examples because it feels like such a good depiction of how i want MY art to feel to me when i see it. i love ladynoir so much and i love oblivio so much and that's genuinely all i was thinking about while drawing this. i didn't want to make it perfect, i just had a vague image of what i wanted it to be like in my head but i was just so excited to be doing oblivio art that i totally forgot about stressing about everything else and just let the brainrot power me HDKDKA. the process was so messy but it felt a lot like solving a puzzle, you know? i didnt need to force any techniques onto it to make it look good because i trusted that the image would already be there, i just needed to find it

[alltheselights]

hello emma❤️ for school I need to do an internship and I have my 1st job interview for it next week. Do you have any tips? (I'm socially awkward whe it comes to talking and I'm afraid I will stutter or make mistakes) Because I'm so afraid and I need to get this internship or I will not be able to graduate💔

The best thing you can do to feel more comfortable and to do a good job is just the prepare as much as you can. First and foremost, make sure that you know your own experience and skills like the back of your hand. This may sound silly because of course you know these things about yourself, but it can be surprisingly hard to remember all the things you know how to do and all the things you've done when you're nervous and in a stressful situation. Having all of that information easily accessible in your brain will help you to answer questions more quickly and comfortably without you having to wrack your brain to remember all of your skills or to recall a particular project that you worked on several years ago.

I also always search online for possible interview questions and jot down ideas of how I would answer them. Since the ones online will tend to be more general, try to also brainstorm some more specific questions that you think someone might ask for someone applying for this particular internship. Once you have possible responses jotted down, read them over and over until they're as ingrained in your brain as possible. Ask a friend or family member to pretend they're giving you the interview and have them ask questions from the list without you knowing in advance which they'll choose. If you can't get somebody to help you, try picking the questions out of a hat or closing your eyes and pointing to a question and then answer the questions without using your notes.

You won't be asked all of those questions, but you may be asked some of them and this will help. Even if you're not asked any of those questions that you prepared for in advance, I find that practicing coming up with responses to questions before the interview makes it much easier to do it on the fly when they throw out questions that you hadn't considered. It's great practice. I also highly recommend that you prep for your interview over the course of days rather than cramming it all in the night or two before because it will help your brain to absorb all of the information more deeply.

And lastly, try to be as confident in yourself as possible. I promise that stuttering a little or misspeaking once or twice in an interview will not lose you the internship as long as you're well-prepared and offering strong responses to most of the questions. Most interviewers expect that you will be nervous and understand that - after all, they've all probably been in your position before too. I'm an extremely anxious person and it can be so easy to get caught up in those emotions, but try to remember to take a deep breath, smile, and remind yourself that you've got this. You are smart, you are hardworking, you are prepared, and you deserve this opportunity just as much as the next person if not more.

Good luck, bub! You've got this.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Morning Routine (Jung Wooyoung) Rated

Part Two

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung × Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Summary: Seeing an advertisement online in need of a camera handler, Wooyoung jumps at the opportunity, not knowing his employer is a renowned camgirl.

Word Count: 4.3+K

Warnings: Exhibitionism, voyeurism, nude taping, masturbating in shower, breast play, a rather tamed smut

Taglist: @seacottons @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @deja-vux @yunhofingers @little-precious-baby @brie02 @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie @mingismoon @ateezbabysitters

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"Wanted: Experienced photographer/Camera Operator for personal/private filming. If interested, please contact number below for more information or details. Students majoring in said field are welcomed to apply. 19+ only."

Seeing the advertisement, Wooyoung's eyes popped up. Usually most jobs wouldn't even allow people without a degree or years of experience. And it would be perfect practice that didn't include boring or basic projects his professor would often assign, not to mention a little extra money would come in handy.

Not thinking twice about it, he quickly dialed the phone number listed and waited patiently as it rang. It took a while, but eventually someone on the other side picked up.

"Hello?" He discerned that it was a young female's tone.

"Hi! I was calling about the advertisement for a camera man?" He inquired.

"Are you 19 or over?" She immediately asked for his age, which slightly confused him. But thinking about it, he kinda understood why she might want someone older. After all, teenagers weren't exactly reliable or responsible when it came to taking on a job. She probably wanted to avoid them dipping out on her randomly.

"I'm 21 and very serious in my work." He assured her, already making it clear his intentions to be committed to the job she was offering.

"Hmm...I take it you probably haven't had a lot of experience outside of college right?"

Wooyoung slightly gulped as she discerned correctly. But she did say students were welcomed to apply and he was fairly confident in his skills.

"N-no but I can assure you that I'll work hard and meet your expectations."

There was a deep and defeaning silence that had Wooyoung worrying. He could already feel her hesitation to hire him or give him a chance. He was so worked up on being rejected once more that the slight giggle that ensued after that pause momentarily confused him.

"I like your attitude and drive already. What did you say your name was?" She asked.

"Jung Wooyoung." He answered right away.

"Well Wooyoung, how soon can you start?"

His mood lightened up quite significantly at hearing her say those words.

"If you'd like, I can come over to the location you wish after I get done with my classes tomorrow." He offered.

"All right, just one thing....... do you think you'd be able to stay over at my place for a few nights?"

Although he thought it was a rather unusual request, he didn't put too much thought, especially since someone was offering him a chance to actually have some work.

"Um.. of course."

Unbeknownst to him, the woman on the other side had her lips curling up into a smirk.

"Wonderful. I look forward to seeing you real soon Wooyoung."

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Checking the direction that was sent to him, Wooyoung looked at the corresponding number on the front door to make sure it was indeed where he needed to be. Adjusting the bag that was hanging by his shoulders, he slowly walked up to the vintage style house and rang the doorbell. Hearing the soft patter of footsteps coming from inside, Wooyoung mentally prepared himself to see a middle aged lady carrying a Siamese cat as soon as the door opened. But he was not prepared by the sight awaiting him. Indeed there was a cat in the arms of the figure in front of him, although it was a Persian cat and not a Siamese, but that wasn't the most surprising factor. What shocked him was to see a very young woman near his age be the one holding the cat in her arms, her face illuminated by the warm smile she was donning.

"You must be Wooyoung. I'm Y/N." She extended her hand out towards him, prompting the feline in her grasp to shuffle around and climb part of its body on her shoulder. Judging by the slight crinkle of her nose, Wooyoung guessed the cat probably clung its claws into their master's skin.

"Yes I am. It's a pleasure to meet you. I promise you won't regret hiring me." Taking hold of her hand, he gave it a firm shake while his face radiated the most reassuring smile he could make.

"Oh trust me, I don't think I'm going to." Her lips formed a rather curious smirk that slightly baffled him.

She gestured for him to step inside, which he immediately did as he tried to ignore the slight hissing the Persian cat gave him when his shoulder barely made contact against its swaying tail.

"Baby stop. He's going to be around for a while so be on your best behavior." She chastised her cat as she closed the door.

Y/N let out a soft 'hmph' when the cat suddenly jumped out of her arms and ran over to where Wooyoung was standing. He got stiff and held his breath when the cat pressed her nose on his leg and began sniffing him. Pulling back, she licked her lips and then scurried off somewhere in the other part of the house.

"Well we know for sure she doesn't dislike you." Y/N chuckled slightly.

"But I take it she doesn't like me?" Wooyoung raised an eyebrow.

"She's a cat, it'll take time for her to get used to you, that's all."

Shrugging softly, Y/N walked over to the kitchen and started taking out a few cups and saucers from the cupboard.

"I was brewing tea before you got here, would you like to share a cup with me?" Removing it from the stove top, she held up the elegant teapot to him after she finished her question.

"Oh, thank you." He gladly accepted her gesture.

Noticing him standing there awkwardly, Y/N pointed to one of the chairs surrounding the kitchen island.

"Wooyoung don't be too tense and just make yourself comfortable. After all, you're going to be staying with me for a few days."

Her words reminded him about that particular part of the job, that still felt odd to him and he was very curious to find out why she needed him to stay over with her.

"So.... can I ask what exactly is this project you're hiring me for that requires me to stay here?" He asked as he pulled a chair forward so he could sit on it.

"Oh yes, I thought you'd probably ask me about that since it is rather unusual."

She paused briefly so she could properly pour the tea into the cups, the rich aroma filling the atmosphere with its notes of chamomile and lemon. After sliding a cup over to him, she turned behind her to grab a tray that contained sugar cubes, honey, steamed milk and a few lemon wedges, all in different saucers or dishes that matched the tea set that they were currently drinking in. The cute floral design amused Wooyoung slightly. He could tell Y/N seemed to have a thing for classy and vintage style aesthetic, her house and the things inside was a major clue to it.

Pouring a tiny teaspoon of honey and some milk in her tea, Y/N carefully stirred them in the cup before finally answering the question Wooyoung had been pondering over.

"Well to make a long story short, I wish to film an everyday vlog for my....channel." Lifting the cup to her face, she gently blew on it before taking small sips out of it.

"Channel? Like for YouTube or like that?" Wooyoung himself started drinking his own cup of tea, preferring not to add anything to it since he liked straight tea as it was.

"Yeah something like that. But basically, I wanted to show my viewers how I live and what not. Show them what I do inside my home that they hadn't seen before. For example, I wanted you to stay over because I wanted to film my morning routine. I want to capture every move I make from the moment I wake up to when I get ready to start my day. Am I making sense?" She worried she was probably confusing Wooyoung even further, but he was actually not. It had become a popular trend this day to document a person's morning routine for people to see.

"Yes you are, no worries. Now I understand why you needed me to stay over." The smile he had was half covered by the cup that was brought back over to his lips.

"I mean if you're uncomfortable by it or would rather not, I completely understand."

Wooyoung quickly dismissed her worries, shaking his head as he cleared his throat.

"Trust me, I'm not uncomfortable and I'd love to help you in your project. It'll help me out as well, you know, gain experience and have someone to put as a reference if I ever want to get another job."

Y/N giggled softly at that and nodded.

"Ahh yes. I guess if you look at it from that angle, of course you would accept."

They spent a few minutes in a serene and tranquil silence, the only noises heard was the sipping of their lips against the rim of their cups. Wooyoung tried not to notice the way Y/N would occasionally stare intently to him, a slightly curious grin on her face at times. It wasn't that it made him uncomfortable, but it certainly made him self conscious, especially since he put a lot of effort into looking as presentable as possible. Did she perhaps thought it was too much? Or not enough? Or was it because she thought he looked funny? Whatever it was he got no chance to ask about it since he only opened his mouth to let out a sharp yell when he felt a certain feline's claws tangled themselves on his thigh, the sharpness of her claws even sinking into his skin.

"Baby!" Y/N got up from her seat and quickly removed the paws of her cat off her guest. She looked extremely embarrased as she apologized profusely before shooing the cat off to another room.

"I'm sorry. She tends to get a bit aggressive when trying to play. She didn't hurt you too much right?"

Dropping down on her knees in front of him, Y/N gently examined the damage done: a slight tear in his jeans but no visible signs of a deep scratch or anything.

"N-no it's fine, I'm fine." Wooyoung uttered.

He tried so hard not to blush at the position she was currently in. On her knees, between his legs as one of her hands caressed the attacked spot in an effort to soothe the pain. Wooyoung wanted to smack himself right then and there for the dirty picture his brain had imagined about the semi stranger in front of him, and his cheeks started to produce a pink hue when his body involuntarily started making a visible effect of his reaction to her stance by him in between his legs. He gulped as he realized she would be able to see the bulge that was starting to show.

"If you want, I could mend your pants for you-"

"No that's fine don't worry!" Wooyoung stood up from his seat and inconspicuously hid his tiny problem by pulling his sweatshirt further down as he moved away from Y/N.

"I mean, these pants were old. I was going to throw them out anyway." He tried as much as he could to seem as normal as possible, but judging from the look on her face he was probably not doing a good job. Luckily she seemed to not question his behavior and instead decided to start cleaning up the dishes that they used.

"Here let me help you with that." Wooyoung offered, trying to take some of the china off her hands but Y/N pulled her hands back so he wouldn't touch them.

"It's ok, don't worry about it. You're my guest and I'm very particular about the way to clean my silverware and dining sets. Nothing against you, I'm just.... slightly obsessive compulsive." She remarked in the most cheerful tone one could have while giving him a shy smile.

"Umm ok..." Wooyoung scratched the back of his head.

"If you want, why don't you bring the rest of your stuff so I can show you where you're staying?" Y/N suggested.

"Yeah. Sure."

Wasting no time and thinking keeping his mind occupied could help cool him down, Wooyoung picked up his keys and nearly sprinted out the door. Y/N hummed a soft tune to herself as she ran the cups under the lukewarm water. Her eyes were staring out her window, watching as her guest was head deep in the back of his car's trunk. She giggled softly as she remembered the flustered look on his face just a few minutes ago, tongue poking out at the image of his crotch outlined in those tight jeans of his. She looked down when she felt a soft face nuzzling itself against her ankle, soft purring coming out of her cat's throat before letting out a meowing noise. Bending down, Y/N gently scratched under Baby's chin as she liked.

"Yes I think he is absolutely adorable as well Baby.."

Picking her up, Y/N kissed the top of her head and smirked.

"And I'm going to have lots of fun with him."

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"Ok you ready?"

Looking over at the girl still in her bed, Wooyoung got a thumbs up to let him know she was indeed ready. Turning on his camera, he held up his hand and started putting one finger down at a time to count down the starting time. Hearing the slight beep of the camera go off, Y/N immediately plastered on a commercial worthy smile.

"Hello my darlings. As I promised you guys, I'm going to take you guys through my morning routine step by step. I hope you all enjoy it." She finished off her words with a wink before tearing off the blanket off her body.

Wooyoung had to give it to her, she definitely didn't seem to be camera shy nor awkward in front of the lens. He liked that she had confidence. Then he remembered that she had a channel of some sorts and that was probably the reason why. He stepped back a few steps to fully capture her as she neatly tucked her covers under her mattress, impressively folding the corners of her bed like they did in 5 star hotels. Smoothing out the top before patting it down, she looked at the camera once more.

"As you already know, I like to make sure everything looks absolutely pretty for you guys." Her voice dropped slightly in tone as she said those words.

Getting up from the floor, she pointed over to her still sleeping cat that was perched on its bed by her window. Wooyoung made sure to angle the camera towards her, zooming in slightly.

"She won't wake up for another hour or so....perfect amount of time to get all clean and dolled up."

Beckoning him over, Wooyoung carefully followed her inside her adjoined bathroom, keeping a steady hand as he made sure to capture everything inside. From the long vanity with its mirror to the walk in shower with its clear glass lining, all of it looking spotless and shiny. Clapping her hands together, Y/N beamed with enthusiasm.

"And of course, the first thing I do each morning is wash up."

When he heard that, Wooyoung thought she meant like her skincare routine as he had noticed her cleansers and toners perfectly lined up next to the faucet sink. But he was not prepared to suddenly be hit with the image of her bare chest in front of him when she suddenly pulled her black satin tank top off and let it drop to the floor, his own jaw going slightly agape. As if he couldn't get anymore flustered, he nearly wheezed when she turned around and bent over to slide her matching pajama shorts down her smooth legs, her ass staring him right in the face. It took everything in Wooyoung's strength not to drop the camera when Y/N stood back up and turned around so that her completely nude body would be in the frame. She giggled as she took notice of Wooyoung's beet red face, further teasing him as she kicked her discarded lace panties by his feet, the poor boy swallowing hard as one of his hands shook nervously.

"Eyes up here baby." He immediately looked up from the ground when he heard her sweet and sultry voice.

Walking over to him, Y/N snaked one of her hands to grab at one of his belt loops so he could follow her. Opening the large glass door to the shower, Y/N released his belt loop and made a sign for him to stay there and keep the camera towards her. Stepping inside the enclosed space, she twisted the knob on the tile wall enough so that the shower head above her would start pouring out the refreshing and cool water onto her body. She released a soft moan when she felt it splash onto her, hands gliding down her torso and thighs as her eyes closed and reveled in the tingling and cooling feeling of the water dripping down on her.

Wooyoung stood there completely speechless and flabbergasted, his eyes unable to blink the longer he stared at the scene before him. It felt completely wrong to be there, to watch and film as this girl he just met the day before stand naked in front of him and continue her shower routine as if he wasn't even there. He just couldn't believe it, couldn't believe what he had gotten himself in to when he called and accepted to work for her. But he still accepted and he had a job to complete so he tried his best to look as composed as possible as he kept the camera pointed at her.

And yet more often than not he found himself biting down on his lip hard, trying to suppress the groans threatening to spill out as he continued to watch her as she did the most normal things a person often did while they took a shower. The camera captured every minute starting from when she lathered her head with her shampoo, its scent of coconut and hibiscus filling the entire room with fragrance that further made the tight feeling in Wooyoung's pants ache even more. His eyes were exclusively locked on her body, watching as the water cascaded down her soft skin, focusing especially on her breasts. He licked his lips as he took in the way her nipples peaked out due to the temperature of the water, wanting nothing more than to take one of them in his mouth and suck on it. The fact that Y/N would purposefully bring her hands up at times to cup or rub against her fleshy mounds wasn't helping his case, it only made him more sad that it wasn't his own hands touching and caressing her breasts. He was willing to bet they were probably the most soft and squishy pillow like tits to exist.

Wooyoung was really aching when she poured some of the pomegranate scented body wash into her sponge and began to distribute it around her body, starting from her arms and working them down her legs and between her thighs. He didn't mean to but he couldn't help himself as he fantasized about being him the one who was lathering her body, imagining all the things he'd do if he could. Like perhaps teasing her by grazing his fingers across her wet folds or even pressing his thumb down on her sensitive clit. Either way, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her if he got the chance, but he doubted that would ever happen. So he decided to take what he could of the moment and perhaps use it for fap material when he was alone.

As if knowing exactly what he was thinking about, Y/N turned her body to fully face him and smirked. Sliding her hands up her torso, she took hold of her breasts and gave them a tight squeeze before releasing them. Wooyoung could not help the audible whine that spilled out from his tongue as he saw her repeat the same action a couple more times. Pressing her boobs together, her thumbs played with the hardened nipples, tweaking at them and even giving them slight pinches every now and then. Wooyoung knew she was doing it on purpose, trying to arouse him even further....and it was working perfectly.

With one hand kept on one of her breasts, the other one snaked its way in between her luscious thighs. Dipping one finger inside her entrance, her lips parted and began spilling out breathy moans as she started to slide her finger in and out of her body.

"Oh fuck..." Wooyoung muttered, not caring about if his words got recorded or not. He became too invested in watching as Y/N continued fingering herself in front of him. She looked absolutely exquisite, body drenched in the rippling water as she continued to stuff her pussy with another one of her fingers. Her eyes shut tightly and her head tilted back as she let out even louder whimpers when she began scissoring inside her fleshy core. Her hand that was on her breasts pulled away to twist the showerhead knob so the pressure of the water could be at its lowest setting. Without the intense sound of the splashing water, her strangled noises became more audible as well as the slopping and squealching sounds her dripping pussy was making due to the intensity of her rapid finger movements. Wooyoung could clearly see and hear that the sounds were definition not due to the shower she was taking. Y/N was definitely horny and the slick her heat collected was clear evidence of it.

Having someone as hot as Wooyoung not only watching but helping her film something that thousands of other people would see, and more likely than not jerk off to, made her weak. She loved having people watch her do naughty things as she was doing now, it thrilled her and riled her up even more. And she loved seeing the effects it had on others, like the obvious bulge in between Wooyoung's thick thighs. She could practically make out just how big he was given how painfully hard his erection seemed, and that image served to help push her over the edge. With high pitched whines and cries, she shuddered as she felt herself cum all over her hand, her fingers slowing their movements down to help prolong her orgasm without making her become overly sensitive. She panted heavily as she took out her fingers and brought them up to her lips so she could lick off the secretion left from her climax.

Wooyoung's tongue poked out as he witnessed the pornographic image of Y/N drinking up her juices as if it was a delicious and sweet dessert.

"It probably is and it only makes me crave to have her smother my face with her pussy even more." He mused inwardly to himself.

He was so lost in his fantasy that he didn't notice Y/N had completely turned off the water and finished until her breasts were displayed right in front of the camera lens. He let out a soft stutter when her hand came up and pressed the pause button, being careful not to drop any water onto the camera.

"I'm going to finish drying myself off in my room so you can have some .....alone time." She snorted softly as she passed by him, her hand brushing against his crotch which made Wooyoung hiss softly.

Grabbing the towel that was hanging on the wall, Y/N wrapped it around her body, tucking it in so it wouldn't fall down. Stooping over, she picked up her lace panties and looked back at Wooyoung.

"Here, in case you need a little help." She flung it over to him, which he catches in his free hand.

Wooyoung stared at the underwear and then at Y/N with a dumbfounded expression.

"So I take it this is why you specifically wanted 19 plus people?" He quirked an eyebrow up, one corner of his lips pulling up into a knowing smile.

"Yes. I might as well mention now that I'm a camgirl with a porn channel." She explained.

"Yeah, I kinda figured that out when you flashed your boobs at me."

They both bursted out laughing at his little joke.

"Ok but seriously, are you sure you're comfortable with all this?" Y/N asked.

Wooyoung looked down at her before looking back down at the panties in his hand.

"I'm definitely going to be hard most of the time, but I think I'll be fine." He assured her with a mischievous smile as he set down his camera on the vanity dresser. With a sly smirk, he began unzipping his pants, not missing any of the facial reactions she was making as he began to pull his cock out of its confinement.

"I mean, I got up close fap material with an actual pornstar. What guy wouldn't want my job?" Cocking his head to the side, he rubbed the tip of his dick with his thumb, spreading some of the precum down the shaft. Although she had said she would give him alone time, Y/N couldn't move her feet out the door as she stared intently at the way Wooyoung hugged his length.

"Wanna watch me jerk off with your panties to your image?"

Stepping forward, Wooyoung reached up and pulled the towel off Y/N's body, causing her to inhale sharply at his bold move. Sucking in a breath, Wooyoung shamelessly looked down at her body as he placed the hand that had Y/N's panties around the base of his cock.

"Just stay there and don't move beautiful...."

[tarotchariotpickyourcard]

Pick a card reading: What you should like more about yourself!

This one is for the ones on that self love journey, the ones that need a pick me up or have a hard time with self confidence/esteem especially.

So I'm sure it's quite clear. The cards that you pick will reflect why you deserve to be more loving to yourself, what wonderful qualities you have, and maybe help convince you to lessen your negative inner language.

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Please pick one of the groups ( 1, 2, 3 or 4.)

You might be drawn to an item, the card itself, or a number. Please calm your mind and meditate for a minute.

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Side note: If you have a hard time choosing, or nothing seems strong to you, perhaps you could come back later on and try. Do not pressure yourself, darling.

Number one is the badge saying "yup"

Number 2 is the wing

Number 3 is the little bird

Number 4 is the chain saying "BE MINE"

GROUP 1 : (Yup badge)

Morning affirmations, Joy, Strength

6 of wands, 4 of pentacles, Mother of swords

What an interesting blend of character you are!

With the owl, this is a strong suggestion that you are able to see through deep into situations and understand "in between the lines". A great communicator, the queen of swords can be straight to the point, brilliant and not to be messed with. Your ability to say it like it is might be perceived as a little harsh to very sensitive or younger people, however it is a strong and much needed trait in the world. We need people with the organisational skills and know how of the mother of swords! The queen always reminds me of someone who is a good teacher, and a fair person.

With the 6 of wands and the 4 of pentacles, the combination hits in a way of potentially dulling that light. The traits I list may be some that you are aware of in a way, but perhaps have a lesser opinion of. The interesting mix of you is in the way of you being so strong, able to endure and be positive, yet a wonderful balance of being able to have boundaries. Again, I'm seeing the strong ability to recognise when someone is being a "rat" as the animal is right next to the owl. I can't help but get the idea that it is direct experience. I would be surprised if you haven't recently come to a revelation about a person in your social circle, or cut someone out/created more boundaries.

Strength mentions having resilience, coming through things more compassionate, stronger and brighter. Brighter being strong in focus to me, as it is next to joy. Your ability to have fun *despite* issues or obstacles is an enviable trait! I really feel that while you might have your difficulties, you never let them suck you in for too long mentally. You seem to try and stay positive through things, and not everyone can do that. You are also much more smart/knowledgeable than you give yourself credit for. Don't let anyone put you down, because you're being shown that if you go for what you've been studying/working at, with strong persistence you can succeed. I feel like the branches signify people who have acted as obstacles, or your troubles in life. This is confirmation you can rise above them, and if you're stuck right now, please accept my confirmation that things can and will change. Life can't help but flow, no matter how people may try and resist. So if anyone is putting you down, or getting in your way - know that their resistance to your future and well being is futile.

You keep having those boundaries. Keep on keeping on. You're sharp, you're witty, and of all things you have kept your kind heart. One day the joy you try to find in the little things will come to you effortlessly and in x100.

I got the need to call you cherub. Chin up, Cherub.

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GROUP 2 (the wing)

Wait, generosity, magic, peacefulness

The hermit, Ace of swords, Son of swords.

eYou're an extremely thoughtful person, aren't you? I get social activist vibes, the kind of person who thinks about bigger issues than just in their personal world, and could debate very well. The ability to get to the kernel of truth within an argument or bigger pattern in the world seems equal to none. If you have a hard time accepting that your opinions mean something, or you would be able to be persuasive, this is confirmation for you that actually - yes - you do have something meaningful to share with others.

In this pile I'm seeing a more peaceful, patient character. Someone who simply tries to be good, and do good for others. You create magic for other people. My heart swells at this, as I'm seeing reciprocity of kindnesses between you and others over time.

While The son of swords on it's own could potentially be quick to intervene or make a judgement, with the hermit and wait, I'm feeling more that you take the time to think things over. For example, if asked to make a decision, you would want to take your time and really think. If you were asked what your thoughts were on a political stand point, you would think in depth and make no judgements from the surface. This is so helpful, as there's less chance of misunderstanding/unkindness as well as the ability to make better long term decisions for yourself.

Very introspective, and the ace of swords suggests you have great clarity of mind. I can imagine you would be a wonderful person for explaining complicated matters to a wide group of people.

Generosity is what it says on the tin: You are a generous human. That is so, so important. There are many people out there who might feel like no one thinks about them or cares, and you come in and surprise them with something, or offer them help without them asking. It makes people feel valued, and like they are important or have a place in someone's life.

Peacefulness suggests not inviting drama, and I get 2 things. You might be described as grounded, or "chill". As well as this likely suggests your lack of interest in being within a dramatic situation. You are likely very good at looking at others drama, and seeing where it truly stems from, as well as having a good idea of advice for them. If you have friends right now, it's likely they feel peaceful being around you and that they can truly calm down or get your advice on their *own* drama.

You are so important to the people around you, and if there are people that can't appreciate you, I promise you they have *no* idea how lucky they are. You offer so much as a friend, confidant, and as a person who cares for the worlds well being. I appreciate you.

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GROUP 3: ( Little bird

Blessed change, gratitude, engagement, follow your heart, father of pentacles, the empress, the star

You're cool.

Right off the bat, I see your ability to see the silver lining, to take changes as they come (and I don't mean you happily drudge through hard changes, I mean more like you accept them more easily than others). Do you know, it really helps a persons resilience in life if they can have gratitude for things in general, as well as seeing the positive affects of life changes. You have an ability to notice the opportunities in said silver lining. An example I've read in the past involved a man who lost his job, but an opportunity came up for something he was passionate regarding his hobby. He would not have been free to do it unless he was let go of.

You're my free flowing group. Very adaptable. You're able to take time out to really think about what you truly desire in life. When themes like this come up, I really get the idea of authenticity. To put a focus on following your heart, being grateful for what you've taken part in and even quirky circumstances is a massive strength. Do you have any idea how scary that is to people? To wake up and think "My heart wants this, I'm going to actually aim for it because I need to be myself." That's terrifying to many!

Note: If you are finding it hard to be upfront or true to yourself due to fear, this is confirmation that you will be able to in the future. Take your time, as this will come naturally to you.

I know you might be shrugging thinking, but sometimes I get really negative or scared too. I won't say that's not a thing humans experience. What I am saying however, is that you have that strength of character to say actually, nothing would be worse than to answer to my fear. Fear of self expression, fear of being judged. Fear of not having your project liked. These kinds of things.

I feel like you're a fun person who is very interesting to people/has had at least one very interesting or unusual experience. I want you to know the cards are showing that people really enjoy speaking with you, and hearing your stories. So no negative self talk of being boring, or disliked.

Your flexibility, and your ability to be sociable, yet able to pull back appropriately is wonderful. The world needs those who can be more easy going as this can help people de-stress and stop thinking about their worries.

I'm seeing wonderful creativity, and again, being able to be social and talk to many people very well. You're a shining star, and you're supposed to be!

I wonder if sometimes you feel like you need to be "more" productive, but let me tell you... Networking with people is half the job.

I'm also wondering (as a rainbow stands out) if some here are part of the LGBTQIA+ community. It would make sense with the authenticity. If you have a social media presence, or a creative project you want to get out, or expressing your personal experiences to the world - this is confirmation to keep standing tall, stand proud because yes, you do have a lot to offer! King of pentacles next to the empress also suggests you might be on to something that can bring in some income for you. Again, even sharing your experiences is very valued and may well be it. The world itself wants to see you, or whatever you desire to create.

If you have a hard time focusing or being practical, darling, you get along well with others for a reason. Ask for help, whether it's family, friends online, a teacher, anyone. There's help to steer you further in the right direction. You're a beautiful person and you matter to people. You are loved, so please love yourself.

There's something here that seems upset, and I just have the biggest urge to hug you! So if you will, accept my many energetic and virtual hugs!

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GROUP 4: "Be mine"

Worthiness, Ups and downs, courage

Ace of pentacles, Ace of wands, daughter of wands (reversed)

Daughter of wands reversed suggests to me, that you have the traits such as this, but perhaps not the confidence in yourself right now about those things. The book describes her as passionate, visionary, cares more for career and starts a family later; stubborn, strong (i take this as physically actually) and may be going through a spiritual breakthrough or a big change. With this I get the thought that you probably don't recognise just *how* passionate you truly are. You might be finding it hard to go a certain way in your career and studies. There might even be some worries that you might not stick at it. But what you are not realising is your actions have magic in them.

If you are interested in LOA: Your actions manifest not only in a practical sense, but *that's* what truly gets the energy moving. You need physical expression of some kind.

I'm getting such practical, but passionate energy. The ace of wands with courage? That's amazing. Fire sign or not, you have classic fire energy. Even when you lack confidence, you have a strange inner ability to be brave even at your worst times.

Oh, if only you had the confidence to aim!

Your energy and action are seriously magnificent. You have a *lot* of inner energy, spiritual energy, physical vitality. If you have health issues this might sound strange to you - but I get the idea your body was built with a lot of vitality available. You might have really struggled in life with ups and downs here, but I'm seeing you crash right through all the barriers and try to do life the best way you know how. No matter your struggles, you are a warrior here.

The 2 aces here (that is so interesting to have seen) show that you are probably quite good at beginning new things, and when you're motivated, you're MOTIVATED. I'm getting the idea that when you *do* take action on a goal, you go at it with everything and it can surprise people.

I'm seeing creative ability. It's an ability that I have seen myself. An example would be.... A mistake is made in a piece of art. It didn't go the way you wanted originally. But, wait a minute... that's starting to look like something, so I'm going to change it all up and create something completely different than intended.

It's seeing potential in a small detail. I'm seeing original thinking.

I just see a bulls eye, and such great energy and ability, but the lack of confidence. And so, I feel like you're at a time where you're stopping yourself, or won't aim for something out of fear of failing. I also got the sentence biting your tongue. I'm sorry if you're in a situation where you can't speak up for yourself, as this is not aligned with your character.

Overall I believe your a creative but practical person, and have the ability to really pull through and create wonderful things. You can be *very* brave as well as motivated and so I feel you inspire others, as well as surprise them.

I really do feel that with worthiness, it is hinting to confidence/self esteem issues as it says "know that you deserve to receive good in all ways".

You deserve to be successful. You deserve to take the career path that you have been thinking about. You deserve people to treat you well. You deserve to have that hobby, whether you're "good" or not.

Deep down somewhere you know you are bigger than this. I am wishing for a healthy full confidence boost for you and some new energy to help push you.

Please have the courage to aim, as bob ross says:

"we don't make mistakes, we make happy little accidents"

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And that's the last of them! I hope you enjoyed, and I hoped this help you feel a little better about yourself. We need to cheer ourselves up sometimes and let ourselves think good things. We attract more honey with sugar after all!

Until the next pick a card!

Thank you!

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[dreadnotau]

Is there anything I, as a fan, could do to help this comic series, and the artist(s) involved? I see so many comic series fall victim to abrupt and unexplained cancelation, and I really like this comic series! It's on hiatus now, so not being a nag is a definite answer, but is there anything one could do to support the process? (Fanart, involvement, etc.?)

Thank you for the ask!

As of right now, there is no way for fans to get involved with actual comic creation in any way, mostly because I am, personally, not very good at cooperating with people (trust me, I've tried). Besides, Dread Not is a personal art project, and half the reason it exists at all is to test and improve my own skills. From that angle, other people being involved in the creation of it's visuals would be a detriment.

Fanart is 100% encouraged and appreciated and it warms my soul, so if you want to make fanart, please do! If you feel like sharing it, you could use the discord server, which has a fanart channel, or you can post it on social media (if you do post it, please @ my account when you do, either the Dread Not one or my personal account, otherwise I won't see it.)

As for abrupt cancelation or anything of the like, I know where you're coming from. I, too, have seen a lot of series I care about deeply cease all progress out of nowhere, and the creator being apathetic at best about it, and it's heartbreaking to see. Because of that, I feel confident in assuring you, that won't happen to Dread Not. Even if I, one day, don't want to work on the comic anymore (which is a legitimate possibility knowing how long it will take to finish), I will not leave the story unresolved. I will tell it through a different medium, or put it on a longer hiatus, or let someone else take over comic creation (which is, honestly, the LEAST likely option, knowing how stubborn I am).

I've thought about the worst case scenarios, and if they come true, I will still do my best to tell this story how I intended to, and wrap it up in a satisfying way. But, for now, that's not even close to happening. Part 1 WILL be finished, I can promise that, and part 2 is slowly being developed alongside it. The rest of the story is vaguely planned, and I will do my best to tell it in an interesting way.

[mrows-fan-works]

True Courage: Chapter Five

Rating: Teen and Up

Words: 1236

Tags: None

Summary: Wind is just waking up and realizing the situation he is in. Also SOUP.

A03 Link:

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Chapters available in THIS post (at the bottom)

The lady furrowed her brows, “You sound terrible dear. Lemme get you some water. Just a second.” She disappeared for a moment to return with a wooden cup full of water.They began removing the uppermost blankets so Wind could move easier.

“Do you think you can sit up alone yet? Or would you need help..?” Wind sighed, waited for a moment, then made motions to sit up, only to be hit with a wave of dizziness and nausea, landing him solely on his back once again. The woman immediately moved to help, but hesitated. “Is it alright if I set you up to eat something?” Wind pouted for a moment, but nodded begrudgingly. Their touch was light as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. It took several minutes but eventually Wind was sitting, propped back on blankets and pillows. She handed him his water gently.

Wind took a sip, feeling the water sooth his dry throat. Somewhat clearer he asked, “Who are you…Where am I?” The poor woman, just rising to get said promised food, stiffened a bit.

Then relaxed, looking incredibly sheepish. Wind tried not to cringe as a memory of Hyrule being dragged back to camp by Legend, another escapade ending in failure. Hylia, these memories were annoying. Why couldn’t they just be here? It hurt. He was so distracted that he almost didn’t catch what the woman was saying.

“Elenor. This is Kit. You're in Hyrule hun.”  Her voice was quiet and wispy as if she hardly ever spoke. Wind looked at her curiously. Elenor didn’t seem like any Hyrulian civilian he knew. She was quiet, yes, but there was an air of confidence in her stride. Wind knew instinctively he’d never want to cross her in a fight. Her eyes were a brilliant green, as dark and foreboding as the trees in the Lost Woods. No matter how long he looked, he couldn’t tell what she was thinking. A skill he prided himself in. It had come in handy when Tetra needed help with negotiations. Elenor was as much a mystery to him as he was to her.

Wind continued to sip his water as Elenor stood, briskly walking to the table to grab something else.

“Kit, dinner” Kit until this point had been in a deep slumber, immediately shot up and bounded to the floor in the kitchen. Elenor patted his head, then turned back to Wind. Now he could see two bowls of steaming food. He felt his stomach gurgle. When was the last time he had eaten?

Elenor caught the look of longing on his face and chuckled, “Here kid, it's just broth for you.” Wind made a displeased face, unable to control himself. Elenor just laughed harder, “You’ve been out for most of the week. I don’t want you throwing up anything before you can stand on your own, ‘kay?”

“...Fine” Wind supposed that made sense. He carefully took the soup and set it on his lap. It was a fairly simple looking broth, though he could see herbs and some small chunks of carrot floating at the surface. He looked back at Elenor. She was scooping soup into her face with gusto. It seemed as if she hadn’t eaten in weeks with the way she was stuffing in her meal. She glanced up, noticing his eyes on her.

Swallowing, she spoke, “You’re gon’ wanna eat that before it gets cold. I don’t got another way to heat it up.”  Wind took that as his cue, he didn’t want to have to eat frozen broth instead of lukewarm broth. He’d rather not chew his soup thanks. He took a spoonful. It tasted nothing like Wild’s cooking. His broths were magical in the way they heated up your insides. This broth did have more of a kick to it though. It was just thin enough that it didn’t bother his throat as he swallowed. In no time at all, he was finishing his meal. Elenor motioned for his bowl.

“Thank you.” Elenor smiled, gathered Kit's dinner bowl and set them on the counter for later. Kit licked his lips leisurely walking back to the bed for more cuddles. This time they decided to curl up in his lap, vibrating again when Wind rested his hands in his fur.

“You must have a kind heart.” Startled, Wind jumped and looked to Elenor who had in the time he was distracted moved back to her chair next to his bed. How was she so silent?

“Uh…Thank you?” Wow. He usually wasn't this awkward with people. What was wrong with him today?

Elenor’s eyes hardened for a moment, “I need to speak to you, kid.”

“It’s Wind, not kid.” He felt the mood shift so drastically it made him immediately defensive.

Elenor seemed to notice, and immediately softened. “I’m sorry.” She relaxed, sitting back in her chair before continuing. “We need to talk Wind.”

Wind frowned, still uneasy, “‘Bout what?”

“Why were you out in the snow all by yourself? With no gear or winter supplies? It's incredibly dangerous in these parts. I’ve seen bears freeze out here, son. What possessed you to travel here in the middle of winter?”

Uh oh. How was Wind gonna get himself outta this one? He didn’t like lying, even if  he was a pirate. He was an honest one thank you very much. Grandma didn’t raise a liar. He left the lying to other pirates. But now, Elenor was looking at him expectantly. He was going to have to let Grandma down wasn’t he?

Wind cleared his throat, “Uhmm.. My brothers and I were traveling this way?”

“Oh?" Oh Hylia, she said it in an adult way that told him she wasn't believing a word he had said. "Do you know where they are?”

Wind kept his voice controlled. Whatever you do, don't blow the fact that you’re a time-traveling hero of Hylia-don’t do it-don’t- “I…I don’t know where they are. We got lost in a storm and I lost track of them. I was looking for them when I got injured, then well…You found me after that.”

Elenor sat for a moment, “I suppose that makes sense. If not for the fact that you’re a terrible liar.” Wind’s heartbeat skyrocketed. “But let’s say I believe you for now. You’re entitled to your privacy.”

Wind gulped, “Well, I actually am traveling with my brothers…have you seen them by chance?”

This time Elenor didn’t hesitate, “No. No one else is here besides you and me. Even if you wanted to track them down the winds would conceal their tracks.”

Wind deflated. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy to find them.

Looking up suddenly, Elenor stated, “I did find something unusual today when getting the wood. Perhaps it belongs to one of them? It's in the shed, one moment.” Elenor rushed out leaving Wind to contemplate what she could be talking about. The thought of his family trying to survive out here alone didn’t sit well with him. He was lucky enough that Elenor was nearby. From what she said, it seemed that no one else was even close to here as far as settlements went.

Before he could contemplate it further, Elenor arrived with a familiar piece of armor. Wind felt his heart sink to his knees.

That was Warrior’s spaulder. He’d never leave it behind.

Just what had happened to his family?

[whenyouwishuponadeathstar]

hello, I'm back again!!! so, I was wondering if you'd be comfy writing about how the boys first time trying to initiate the sexy times goes. Not necessarily what happens during, but like, are they shy and do they make the first move? is it a slow realization or is it months of desperately wanting to pin you to the bed? (if you're not comfy writing this kinda stuff, their cuddling style would be cute as an alternative!!!) Thank you for the great content!!! (✿^‿^)

Hi!!! I'm honestly so sorry that this took me so long to write. Normally I don't write this kind of stuff, so I wanted to make sure that it was perfect! Plus I had a few assignments and other projects (😏😏 yes almost all of them including this blog and the upcoming Holiday) that I was working on while writing this.

Anyway! Once again I'm sorry for the delay and I hope you enjoy it!

Kylo

• To no one's surprise Kylo wasn't simple.

• In fact he is far from simple.

• You've learned over the course of your relationship that he is the most complex person you've ever meet.

• He craved your touch, and intamancy.

• But he was scared of ever taking things to far.

• What if he ended up hurting you in some way?

• What if he got too attached and it backfired like it always did.

• But you were slowly breaking Kylo out of that habbit.

• He was opening up more.

• He would start initiating physical contact.

• He'd hold your hand, play with your hair, let you rest your head on his shoulder.

• He would do anything to make sure that he got to feel you next to him.

• He just adored you.

• And when he realized how deep that adoration ran. He was terrified.

• It had all started one night when you two were coming home from your weekly date night.

• You were leaning against the counter, looking too damn cute in your favorite sweater.

• "So what do you want to do tonight?"

• He smirked a little at the question and walked over to you.

• He let his hands rest on your waist.

• "I was probably going to finish up a book tonight."

• His answer made you pout.

• "Are you sure you want to finish the book?"

• You started to snake your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you.

• He could sense what you were thinking, he wasn't concerned until he realized how bad be wanted you too.

• And he panicked.

• He moved out of your grasp and turned his back to you.

• "Yeah I'm sure. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

• He walked past you and right to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

• And all you could do was stand there for a moment.

• Did he really just close the door on you?

• You were about ready to leave as he had implied.

• But you couldn't just leave the man that you were still trying to figure out.

• You carefully approached his door and waited for a second.

• You could hear as Kylo paced around his bedroom.

• "Kylo?"

• You gently knocked on the door and waited as the pacing stopped.

• "I'm not leaving here until you talk to me."

• Hearing that from you flipped everything on it's head.

• He paused.

• God he wanted you, more than anything.

• But he was willing to let that go because of a few passed experiences?

• He slowly opened the door and saw you standing there with that sweet smile of yours.

• He felt guilty that he still couldn't talk to you about his feelings. Especially when he preached communication and understanding to his brothers if they needed advice.

• "Do you still want me to leave?"

• Kylo thought for a moment and shook his head.

• "No."

• He opened up the door for you and let you step inside.

• He reached out for you and held you in his arms.

• What had he been thinking? He was always safe with you.

Ben

• To put it simply you wouldn't have been Ben's first.

• So he was quite confident in his skills

• He figured that when it came time he would know what he was doing.

• But he would be wrong.

• Ben had never really been in a relationship, or at least one like this.

• One that was based on your emotional connection rather than sexual attraction.

• You made him laugh, and gave him butterflies when you smiled. You made him want to be a better person.

• Falling in love with you had been the easiest thing he had done in his whole life.

• Which is why he felt intimidated.

• He couldn't just whip out his old tricks.

• Because this would be different.

• It was you.

• A person Ben genuinely cared about.

• So Ben was soft in his approach.

• He'd test the waters before diving into anything.

• Resting his hand on your tigh.

• Pulling you closer when he was holding you.

• Kissing you with more passion.

• But on the other hand he NEVER wanted to push you.

• So if you ever seemed uncomfortable with any of his actions he would immediately stop and apologize profusely.

• It was also around then you started to realize what he could've been hinting at.

• And as much as you wanted to be with Ben, you were worried.

• You knew the moment that you two started talking that he wasn't what most people would consider to be "innocent".

• Even if you had seen the softer side of Ben, there was no escaping his reputation.

• And boy does he have a reputation.

• What if he lost interest in you?

• What if this is what he wanted and after he got it he dropped you without a second thought?

• You hated that you were even thinking about that but it was a genuine concern of your's. You didn't want to get hurt.

• You two were back at his place in his bedroom, laying on his bed holding each other at the end of a long week.

• His fingers brushed against your side, which yes felt nice but set you on high alert.

• You sat up immediately, which sent panic through him.

• "Hey I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomforta-"

• "No it's fine. I just-"

• You didn't really want to fess up to your feelings.

• "You just what Babe?" He asked reaching out and touching your face.

• "I- I don't want you to get bored of me."

• You could see the hurt in his eyes as you said that.

• "I could never get bored of you. Y/N, I love you."

• "Promise?"

• He smiled and held out his pinkie.

• "Promise."

• You wrapped your pinkie around his as he leaned in for a chaste kiss.

• "Now since we're alone..."

• He wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively.

• You couldn't stop yourself from laughing.

• "Oh shut up and come here."

Matt

• Let's make one thing clear.

• Matt is a precious boy that needs to be protected.

• Let it also be known that he is trying his best.

• You two had been together for a long time at this point.

• And things were going great.

• Recently he would dare say that things were amazing.

• But it felt like something more was starting to brew between you two.

• And it was freaking Matt out that he couldn't figure it out what it was.

• Well until you spent the day with his family.

• Because Ben and Kylo of all people were able to figure it out.

• When you went home after the days festivities they sat the youngest brother down and decided to have a talk.

• "When are you going to sleep with her?"

• The question almost made Matt fall out of his chair.

• "Jesus Christ Ben. We've talked about this."

• "It's a genuine question Kylo!"

• That's when Matt admitted to them that, no. No you guys hadn't slept together. And if he was honest he was nervous.

• He really liked you and the last thing he wanted was to ruin or disturb what you guys had going.

• His brothers did give him some advice, one better at it than the other.

• "Just talk with her. Make sure that she's comfortable and it's something that she wants just as much as you do."

• "And remember girls love foreplay."

• "Can you shut the fuck up Ben?"

• After the little pep talk he felt like he could do anything. So the next time that it was just you two alone he felt confident...

• Until you two were sitting on the couch side by side and he was holding your hand.

• "Did you know amoebas have to reproduce asexually?"

• The question just popped out of his mouth before he could stop it. To put it lightly you were confused by the outburst, but decided to just nod.

• "Yeah. Why?"

• "I just think it's fascinating that there are all these different life forms and there are allthesedifferentwaysthatanimalsreproduceyouknowandsomejustdoitforpleasureorlovelikehumansisntthatwild?"

• You got lost in his rambling. But you think that you were able to decipher it.

• After all he rambled about all the muscles in the human face when he wanted to kiss you for first time.

• Or how seahorses mate for life when he wanted to say "I love you"

• And based on those past experiences you were able to tell what he was asking rather quickly.

• You thought about it for a moment. You loved him, more than anything.

• And when you glanced over to Matt you knew that he would never do anything to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

• "Yes."

• Matt was confused.

• "Yes?"

• "I'm saying that yes. I want to do this with you."

• "Are you sure? Because if you don't want to then we don't have to. I don't want to mess up what we have-"

• You smiled as your favorite dork started to ramble and get in his own head about this.

• You cut him off by squeezing his hand and giving him a kiss.

• "Yes I'm sure."

[imagine-loki]

Atlas: Space, Mars

TITLE: Atlas: Space

CHAPTER NO./ONE-SHOT: 6/12

AUTHOR: fanfictrashdump

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine narrating episodes of Loki’s life with the Avengers based on the songs from Sleeping At Last’s “Atlas: Space” album. 

RATING: T-M

NOTES/WARNINGS: Welcome to my Sleeping At Last’s Atlas: Space challenge, aka Another writing project I do not have time for, but my brain insisted on doing.

This series will be less like a multichapter fic and more of a one-shot compendium, but that they all interconnect in one way or another. It will revolve around Loki and Becca’s relationship (Taking Turns, Glow, Helmet Heists–don’t worry, more Loki-Charlie stuff will be along) and I will use those one-shots as reference to the timeline. Each chapter will be one song, used as inspiration for the story.

Chapter 6: Mars

Summary: Loki and Becca had already determined (thoroughly) that they were more than just friends (Taking Turns). Loki’s affectionate side lands them both in hot water.

Warnings include: Language, wounds, blood, near-death experiences. Loki instantly regretting being soft and then just being softer. Fluff. Tony is a dad. 

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We laid our names to rest Along the dotted line We left our date of birth And our history behind

On most days, Loki did not mind having to work with the Avengers. He lived in relative peace, with plenty of books and trinkets to occupy his time. People gave him his space, and did not pressure him to participate in any of their silly bonding activities (though he would be lying if he said that he did like the idea that he was invited, nowadays). He would also be lying if he did not admit that part of his current contentedness was not due to the fact his bed was being semi-consistently warmed by a lovely mortal that treated him like… like he was just another person on their team? There was no awe-inspired gasp at meeting him, no worry that he might crack at any moment and murder them in cold blood.

Becca doted on him, to be sure. It constantly astounded him to feel the gentleness she treated him with–though she treated everyone gently, if a little sarcastic. But, sometimes, there was a special smile or a squeeze of his arm and the carefully constructed wall of apathy around him cracked, holes formed. Through those holes, Loki knew Rebecca saw fondness, even gentleness. She was the one person he didn’t mind seeing that. He was able to let his guard down, if only in private and ask for the soft things he wanted.

So, no, he did not mind working with the Avengers.

But he shouldn’t have let his guard down so easily.

We were full of life We could barely hold it in We were amateurs at war Strangers to suffering

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

This mess was all his fucking fault.

He hadn’t mean for this to happen. All he wanted was to give them both a moment of respite within the chaos of the battle. An instant where neither of them were running under a hail of bullets or smudging their hands with the dark elixir of other people’s blood. All he had wanted was to make the roaring around them quiet, just for a second. It had just been a stupid kiss.

Loki had been drafted into an intelligence mission. When he stepped into the Quinjet that morning, he had been expecting a short flight and an even shorter rendezvous around a facility to tinker with a computer or two until he had a neat little cache of facts to bring back. He had been pleasantly surprised, when he climbed in through the hold doors. Rebecca was strapped in to a seat tinkering with a small rectangular instrument that he could not identify with a set of tiny screwdrivers.

We made our families proud But scared at the same time We promised we’d be safe Another lie from the front lines

Glancing shortly around at the other two agents in the jet, he quietly slipped into the seat beside her. Becca barely glanced to the side before the ghost of a smile tugged at her lips.

“I thought we agreed not to take missions together,” he husked into her ear, eyes still weary of the other occupants. While they had agreed to that rule, as well as not revealing the nature of their relationship to the team, it had not been Loki to set the stipulations. “Are you not afraid of being caught out with the big, bad wolf, little lamb?”

Becca’s hands stilled. “Call me little lamb again, popsicle. I dare you!” He fought the urge to guffaw. She did not like to be thought of as small and soft, and she wasn’t, but liked teasing her.

“You were the one to say you didn’t want to go out in fights with me,” he reminded. The fingers of his left hand were tracing a gentle circle over her right hip, nearest him. He smirked as she idly shifted into his touch, almost as if in reflex. “For safety,” he scoffed sardonically.

“Wasn’t my call. Tony wanted you to have back-up in case their security protocols were harder to crack than you could handle.” His lips brushed the edge of her jaw. “Loki.”

“They’re not watching.” He chuckled at her concerned voice, but moved away, settling back into his seat with a princely pose. “And you're–”

With a sigh, she dropped her project and turned to face him. “And I am?” She was attempting to look aggravated, but a bat of his blue eyes was more than enough to bring a flood of red to her cheeks.

“Enchanting.” His voice, merely a whisper, rang like a gong in her ears. Something inside Loki had cracked ever since she freed him of his tub-sized ice prison. There was a vulnerability he had been too scared to display, and had so been shoved into the recesses of his soul, that now burst forth. He was so fantastically soft, delicate in his treatment, yet there was a confidence to him. Playfulness. He hadn’t felt this idiotically free since he was a young lad. “Besides, you know how it makes me feel when I see you being clever.”

Becca laughed, despite herself. “Jeez, Loki. Cool it with the nerd kink.”

“I can hardly help how attractive I find your mind. Or the stirring it causes,” he quipped back, grin stretching widely at the flush of her face alone.

“For right now, I need you to focus on your mission and not whatever filthy fantasies you’re conjuring. Got it?”

“Very well. Nothing but the mission until I get you alone, once more.”

The small taskforce took to the winding hallways of an underground bunker. They were quiet–stepping lightly, dealing with bogeys as silently as possible, ghosts. Loki was the only one who could get them into the particular location they needed to access. Teleportation, it seemed, a skill that had been mocked as cowardly in the past, was very practical.

At the end of a hallway was an armored door. The two agents that had accompanied them split into adjacent corridors to funnel threats away from the server room. Rebecca was to stay at the door until the moment that Loki needed her, if it even came to that. She nodded at the Asgardian and took a knee in front of the door, lifting a long rifle flush against her shoulder and taking aim. Loki breathed deep, letting his eyes draw closed before he blipped out of existence.

Inside the room, he sat at one of the terminals, with a frown. As a general rule, he disliked computers. They were finnicky, and they often didn’t do tasks exactly as he had asked them. Rebecca, on the other hand, could bend them to her will. More often than not, he would sit in dumb, slack-jawed wonder as her fingers flew over the keyboard, making sense of chaos. He didn’t know exactly how she made those strings of zeroes and ones become fantastic tools of espionage, but she did it, regardless.

He was much slower and only half as clever.

Still, he plugged in the USB Becca had handed him earlier, and began tapping away. It was a tiered process. Every little bit built upon the last, a little like a symphony. If he tried hard enough, he could almost make the monotonous keystrokes sound like the ethereal music his mother loved or the gentle relaxing melodies that Becca preferred to relax to.

“Progress check.”

“You’re going to have to be a little more patient with me, kitten. I’m not as skilled as you,” he retorted, momentarily typing one-handed to answer his comms. “Unless you’re here to whisper dirty things in my ear. In which case, go right ahead.”

“Mission, Loki.”

“I can multitask. I’m not Thor,” he sassed back, though his typing did increase in speed. Over the comms, there was the dull thud of bullets. It wasn’t any of theirs, as they were under strict orders to use silencers. “Rebecca?”

“Loki, I’m going to need you to hurry up, OK? I’ll give you more time.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but he could make out the strain of her aim and the ricochet that knocked the wind out of her.

With a noise of agreement, he bent over the keyboard and doubled his efforts, hoping his concentration wouldn’t leave him until he was ready to leave that room. Worry was gnawing at his chest. Though the sound of guns had diminished, he wondered how long they had until the next wave of attackers was to hit. That same worry lectured him about the very same reasons Rebecca had for not going out into the field together. It was damn near impossible to concentrate when he actually gave a damn for the person watching his back.

“Progress check?”

“Almost done. One more level to crack and I’ll start downloading,” he got out through gritted teeth. Just as he finished his sentence, he clacked the Return key one more time and the clever coding inside the USB starting sorting through the computer files and stealing information. With a flourish, he stood from his post and unlatched the door. Becca started at the sound and turned with a frown on her face. “It’s downloading. You might as well sit inside.”

“Jet had to scramble. They’re circling back in twenty.”

Loki smirked. “So, you’re saying we have twenty minutes?”

Becca glared, resting the rifle on the floor by her leg. “Not the time nor the place, you doofus.”

“Come on! I just cracked through several levels of security protocols, just like you taught me. Don’t I deserve a reward?” He pouted, giving her wide puppy-dog eyes that he knew Becca had a hard time saying no to. “Not even a kiss?”

“I hate you.” Her voice held little conviction.

“No, you don’t.” He riposted, and he truly believed it. Almost reluctantly, she cleared the few steps until she could meet Loki. Their lips brushed together gently. It was like they were shy about coming together and sharing a small intimate moment, even though neither was apprehensive of showing affection. The computer dinged just as they pulled apart. “Just in time. One moment, dearest.”

Our backs against the wall We’re surrounded and afraid Our lives now in the hands Of the soldiers taking aim

He turned towards the terminal and retrieved his device. The sound of shuffling caught his attention before it did Rebecca’s. When he turned, three different people in black uniforms and masks had rushed in. Becca sprang for her rifle, forgotten on the floor a few steps back, only to stop as a gun was cocked and pointed at her head.

Loki pulled his daggers with a flicker of his hands and held them aloft. The second he took a step, though, the gun against Rebecca’s temple was nudged. “No! No. Don’t shoot,” he sputtered, feeling the sentiment foreign on his tongue. He hadn’t cared for anyone enough to plead for their safety.

“Put them down!”

Clenching his jaw, he made a show of lowering his daggers to the floor and kicking them away, raising his empty hands to prove he was unarmed. “Please, take your weapon off of her.”

“Shut up!”

“Just… she is of no consequence. Let her go,” he growled, eyes hard like thunder. Becca was stock still, a bead of sweat running down her forehead and wincing at the cold steel pressed against her head. “I am the one stealing from you, she's–”

“Loki, be quiet, for fuck’s sake!” Becca yelled. One of the men grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled head back until she had buckled onto her knees.

“There’s other agents. At least twenty in the building. I could take you to all of them–”

“Loki!”

“–just let her go free.”

The clap of a gun rang through the small room and Becca’s screams bounced off of the armored walls. Her left thigh was bleeding over her black suit and he could tell she was struggling to control her emotions, lest she break down crying right then and there.

“Next one goes in her skull if you don’t shut up.”

Our questions ricochet Like broken satellites: How our bodies, born to heal Become so prone to die?

Loki’s eyes darkened, breath leaving his chest with the last of his pacifist resolve. Magic swirled within him and in the blink of an eye several copies of himself filled the room. The chaos that followed was blinding and blurry. Guns went off, and blows were exchanged. Clones stabbed at men in dark suits as they came by the droves to bring he and Becca down. Loki took satisfaction in burying his blade deep into their bellies and ripping them to shreds. Becca had managed to grab a pistol and was taking down her fair-share as well.

When the dust settled, Becca was slumped against a tower of drives. There was much more blood on the floor than was warranted for her injury and she was trying to weakly plug the wound with her hands.

“Are you alright?” Loki asked, breathlessly, climbing over bodies to get to her.

“I think it nicked my artery, Loki,” she slurred. Ripping a piece of his cape off, he tied off the wound as tightly as he possibly could and pulled her into his arms. He didn’t care where the other two agents were at the moment, he only cared about getting her back home.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

“How much longer?”

“Twenty five minutes, sir,” the other agent called back. Becca had soaked through the tourniquet he had made and was bordering on delirious from blood loss.

Fuck. This was his fault. He shouldn’t have deviated from their plan. He didn’t have to let her in and distract them both while in enemy territory. It was a rookie mistake, he knew. He had been in battle for thousands of years. How could he have been so stupid? What was his insistence in showing her intimacy?

Why was she so pale?

“Come on, Becca. Focus on me, please.” He whispered, tracing her cheekbones with his thumbs and trying to hold back the tears filling his eyes. “Tell me a story, will you?”

She smiled weakly. “Once upon a time, you were an idiot and got me shot,” she whispered back with a giggle. “Fuck, it hurts so much.”

“I am sorry. I am so sorry, Rebecca,” he chanted, over and over. “Stay with me.”

Though time is ruthless It showed us kindness in the end By slowing down enough A second chance to make amends As life replayed, we heard a voice proclaim: “Lay your weapons down! They’re calling off the war On account of losing track Of what we’re fighting for”

The second the jet had touched down, Loki had gathered Becca into his arms and ran. He barely understood where he was going, but his panic-addled body apparently knew exactly where to go. When he rushed into the medical rooms, Bruce nearly jumped out of his seat to rush towards them.

“What happened?”

“She was shot. The bullet is still lodged in her thigh, but she thinks it nicked the artery,” he spilled, tripping over words as he put her down. “She’s bled through four tourniquets on the ride over.”

Tony had come in, startled out of his lab by the ruckus. He took one look at Becca, pale and sickly looking rather than her caramel-skinned, effervescent self and nearly fainted. Loki was still at her bedside while Bruce and a handful of medical assistants buzzed around her. “Loki, come on. Let them work.”

“I–Stark–she won’t stop bleeding,” Loki choked out, his grip turning white on her hand. Tears were dripping down his face and he didn’t care who was there to witness it. Nothing mattered if she died because of his carelessness.

“I know, but you need to let them work, Lokes.” Tony placed his hands on Loki’s shoulders, forcefully tugging him back. This was the first time he realized just how strong Loki was, as his wiry, tall frame barely moved at Tony’s insistence. He might as well have been a tree rooted to the spot. “Loki. Come on, buddy, we gotta move.”

“She’s still bleeding. I can’t leave her.”

“Look at–look at me!” Loki reluctantly parted his gaze to face Stark. “You’re not a doctor and you’re not a healer. The only thing you can do is let Bruce work his magic and wait until she’s in clear, OK?”

After a moment, Loki nodded and let himself be carted away from the bed.

So we found our way back home Let our cuts and bruises heal While a brand-new war began One that no one else could feel

Tony had managed to wrangle Loki into some armchairs just outside the medical facility and handed Loki a bottle of water and a couple of pills.

“What’s this?”

“Painkiller for the shiner you got and a sedative.” With a frown, Loki raised his hand to his face and pressed onto his right cheekbone, feeling a sharp ache at the action. Shock had kept him from feeling the brunt of what must have been plentiful injuries. “So, what happened?” Loki didn’t answer, kicking back the pills and swallowing them dry. “You get distracted?”

“Distracted? What would I get distracted with?” Loki scoffed, and his stomach turned immediately. The lie tasted bitter on his tongue and Stark gave him a look that told him that he knew Loki was lying. “Why did you send her, then? To prove a point?”

“I sent her because she’s the best and because I hoped you had more sense than to let her presence derail you from a task!”

“It was a mistake!”

“That much is obvious!” Tony roared back. He stepped back, forcing himself to take a deep breath before continuing. “Look, I get it. She makes you feel good, but you can’t just drop what you’re doing while behind enemy lines just because you realized she’s pretty. You’re tough as nails, and can survive the Hulk. She can’t.”

“Do you think I haven’t thought of that every second since I pulled her into the jet? It was my fault! I distracted her! She let her guard down and she might… she might–”

“She’s not going to die. Banner’s going to get her stabilized and she’ll recover enough to give you grief for this for the rest of her days. More importantly, I haven’t given her permission to die, so I don’t think she can legally do that.” Loki chuckled drily, rolling his eyes at Stark’s attempt at humor. It was odd to be comforted by the man who used to want him dead, who said he could trust Loki just about as far as he could throw him. “Your girl is as tough as nails. This isn’t what’s going to take her out.”

“She’s not my girl–”

“You’re right. God knows the only reason you’re together is because she allows it.” Tony did a double-take at Loki’s flushed face and impressive fish-out-of-water impression. “What? Did you think you were a secret? You put in more hours in my lab than Becca does. Who the hell waits for their girlfriend to get to work? Have some dignity!”

Loki scoffed. “What I meant to say was that, perhaps, we shouldn’t be together. I can’t bear the thought of getting her killed because of sentimentality. She's… she’s my best friend and I care for her. I can't…”

Our nights have grown so long Now we beg for sound advice “Let the brokenness be felt ’Til you reach the other side There is goodness in the heart Of every broken man Who comes right up to the edge Of losing everything he has”

Tony put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it encouragingly. “Let yourself feel this way–the pain, the grief, the anger. Let it seep into every last bit of you until you’re sure it’ll destroy you. And then use that feeling as fuel so that it never happens again. Feel this mistake so hard that you never want to make it again. Just letting her go isn’t gonna do that.”

We were young enough to sign Along the dotted line

Now we’re young enough to try To build a better life

Loki stared at Stark for a long minute. He thought of Pepper and the million and one headaches and heartbreaks Tony had put her through and the fact that she remained at his side. Pepper was stronger than Tony could ever hope to be, just as Becca was stronger than him. Pepper was Tony’s moral compass. Becca didn’t complete Loki in that way, but rather allowed him to explore areas of himself that had been ignored. She was personified kindness and easiness. She didn’t stress or worry herself sick, as he did. She was just a light that he had refused to turn on long ago.

“Hey, guys,” Bruce said quietly, interrupting the other two’s staring competition. “Bullet’s out and I got the bleeding under control. She should be fine.”

Tony nodded and patted Loki on the shoulder before retrieving his hand. “Is she sleeping?”

“No, she’s a little keyed up. The sedative hasn’t done much and I’m maxed out. I was hoping Loki could do some hocus pocus on her.”

Loki stared at Tony for a moment more before nodding and slipping into the ward behind Banner. Becca’s eyes were as big as dinner plates and she was practically vibrating in place. Her fidgeting settled a bit when Loki took a seat on her bedside. His fingers dug in to brush her hair back, gently scraping at her scalp and he felt her melt into his touch.

“I’m so sorry.” Bruce covered his noise of surprise with a cough, making Becca laugh. He moved from the chair to the space beside her on the bed. “I swear this to be the last time you come to harm because of my recklessness. I promise you I will take care–”

“I’m not angry, Loki. Settle down.” She fished away a tear making its way down his cheek. “This wasn’t your fault. I knew it was a bad idea. I did it, anyway. Let’s just make it a rule–no kissing on the field.”

“You still want to kiss me?” There was genuine surprise in his voice.

“Do you think I would end our relationship because you were affectionate at an inopportune moment?” When he merely broke away his gaze, rather than respond, she sighed. “You mean more to me than that.” He stilled for a long moment before his fingers resumed their scratching. Becca blinked heavily.

“Sleep, my love. I’ll be here to kiss you when you wake.”

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 34)

"I've Got You. Forever. Locked."

@lovemythsworld

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

Monday is insane.

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After collecting themselves out of the studio the night before, Luna and Colson had hung out with everyone for the rest of the night, drinking, laughing and smoking. They decided to release Bad Things on Friday but were still unsure if they wanted to shoot a video. They both have a lot of projects in the pipeline and he has a show in NC on Friday with a tour kicking off in less than a month. Both so tired, they passed out holding each other in comfy clothes instead of naked, after fucking, as usual.

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They wake up to chaos. Luna has 137 missed calls. On top of the ridiculous amount of texts, Snaps, and emails. Knowing she pre loaded everything, she had silenced her phone before falling asleep. She had Colson do the same.

"Kitten, this is fucking wild! The internet is lit the fuck up. You guys are all over it!" He says to her excitedly. Grabbing her chin for a solid kiss.

"I know." She sighs. "It already has over 100,000 views."

It's not even 11:30A.

"That's a bad thing?" He looks at her confused, noticing her tone.

She puts her free hand over her face. "This is gonna blow me out." She sighs.

"What do you mean?" He asks, still confused.

She drops her phone, stretches out long as she pulls the covers over her head. Wiggling her exposed feet. Red toes dancing.

"Mmmmm...." Colson thinks as his dick hardens, getting distracted.

"I'm not mainstream, Bunny. You know this. I have my fan base but...." She sighs again from under the blanket. "I'm small because I wanna be. And this just put me out there to OVER 100,00 people. That's a Fucking lot."

He pulls the covers off of her face. Stroking her cheekbone with his thumb, he tells her "Because you create ART, Loons. That speaks to and for people. What you and Ash did is amazing. You guys are giving a LOUD voice to so many women. AND think of how much the merch is going to help out those clinics." He kisses her on the forehead as he slides down the bed to meet her eyes. Laying on their sides, facing each other, he continues "You always say it's important to use your platform."

Sighing yet again, she agrees with him "I know. I just have a feeling that this is really gonna change a lot of things. You have to think Bunny, we've been living in a bubble for the last 2 weeks. No body knows about us yet. Once Bad Things drops, we're out there and our bubble pops." She looks at him concerned.

He loves that she doesn't chase the limelight. Kissing her lightly he then says "It's gonna come out eventually. I'm not worried about it. We got this on lock, Kitten. I've been dealing with this shit for years. I got you."

"I know. I just have my hands in too much illegal shit. I don't like my name being out there like that."

"Well, as of 7 this morning, it is and like I just said, I GOT you." He tells her firmly before pulling her carefully on to him, mindful of her shoulder. He brushes her hair out of her face before he kisses her. "Now stop worrying." He rolls her on to her back. Kissing her jaw down to her neck. He sits up pulling his white shirt off and briefs. Following suit, she carefully slips off her gray one and panties. She lays back down as he bites the scorpion on her stomach, making her jump as he kisses his way back up to her face. Her body is flashing with heat as she drags her chipped nails up his back. Both of them moaning. As he pins her right arm above her head, she guides him into her. "Oh Fuccck..." She lowly lets out.

"UnhHunh." He agrees, feeling the warmth of her tight pussy. Pumping into her slowly, his head is floating. She pushes her hips up into him, following his rhythm. He pulls her head back by her hair, kissing her hard and sloppy. Panting, they exchange sweet "I love yous." into each other's eyes. Fucking each other deep and slow. There's a soft intimacy instead of their usual raging hunger. Legs wrapped around him, he feels her clench.

"Go head." He tells her pleading eyes. Making her cum with him. Laying inside and on top of her, he lifts his head out of the tangle her blonde hair. He looks into her eyes "I've got you, Luna ADELAIDE Smith. Forever." Kissing her.

"Fuck you, Richard." She giggles through his kiss. Pulling back to look into his bright blue ones, she tells him he fucking better before kissing him back.

"I'm gonna start calling you Addie. 🎶You know I keep that Addie, yeah🎶 He sings to her smile and rolled eyes.

"You're an idiot." She giggles.

🎶An idiot in love with an Addie, yeah🎶 He continues singing to her as she kisses him to shut him up.

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Luna's in the kitchen. Colson in the studio. The Band scattered through out the house. Dressed in a loose tank and ripped jeans, she calls Ashley first. Before Luna can even say Hey, Ashley spits out excitedly "You're up? I'm coming over!!!" Then hangs up to Luna's laughter.

She then calls her grandmother. "Oh, Luna!!" She gushes. "It's INCREDIBLE! So strong and unrelenting. I'm so proud of you and Ashley"

"Thanks, Mom-Mom." Luna beams into the phone. "That means a lot." They talk about Joni and the other's thoughts. Luna tells her they've all texted or called and that she intends to respond individually. She lets out that she's a little overwhelmed at the moment. She expresses her fear of over exposure. Pattie comforts her, advising her to do what she's always done. Be true to herself and follow her instincts. Ashley walks in the door as they're on the phone. Luna passes the it to her.

"Hey, Mom-Mom!!!" She greets Luna's grandmother happily. Pattie loves her like a granddaughter. They chat happily for a bit before she passes her back to Luna. Congratulations are given and love exchanged before they hang up.

"DUDE!!!!" Ashley grabs Luna by the arms. "Last time I looked, over 200,000 views. My way over, 3 different fucking stations. This is fucking HUGE. We gotta get it streaming." She says seriously.

Luna sighs. "Charles was next on my list...."

"You ok?" Ashley asks her.

"Enhhhh... Nervous about where this is gonna go. I'm not looking to be fucking famous, Ash, ya know?" She says, sighing.

"Well Bitch, you're basically living with a famous musician and are putting out bangers on blast. What do you expect? FUCK, Loons, you're That Brooklyn Bitch. You're ALREADY famous."

"You know what I Fucking mean, Ash." She gives her friend a dirty look.

"I do." Ashley responds, knowing Luna all too well. "But, I don't know what to tell you, because if it isn't here already, it's coming. Fucking ride it, Loon. You're way. The way you do everything. Now, let's talk about this merch." She finishes dismissing Luna's fear.

Luna lights a joint, knowing that's the end of THAT, as she pulls a notebook across the kitchen table. The girls pass both back and forth. Getting high and creating together.

As they're working, Colson comes up saying he's running out for a bit before kissing Luna goodbye.

The girls decide on 2 black shirts, a long sleeve and a T, with 2 options. One being "No, I won't smile. But I'll show you my teeth." or "You smile, Asshole" both in deep red. Towards the bottom of the shirts, the idea being should someone look at your ass, it will be in their eyesight. They choose to make a black hoodie also. Ashley has the perfect image in her phone, it's of her friend Lucy clenching her teeth, she's going to call her for permission to use it. They wanna place the word "BULLY" under it in the same color red as Lucy's lipstick. The last item they choose to create is a leather studded fanny pack with Nightmare acrossed it in the original deep red.

Excited and confident, they begin to make phone calls. Luna to her lable first. Ashley to Lucy and a couple others.

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While on the phone with Charles, Luna keeps repeating "Check my contract. Check my contract. Check my contract." The bills started coming in early and he's screaming his head off. Especially after she told him that the song needs to be streamed, that she wants merch and for the proceeds to go to a non profit. "Fight me for it." She dares him. "I'll go straight to fucking Peter." Even more pissed to lose the profits off the merch but knowing Peter will side with her because he's already pissed at the idea of her walking next month. "Check my contract." Luna repeats again as he agrees. She doesn't give a fuck. "You want a Top 40, Motherfucker. You gotta pay for it. Bitch. Monica will be in touch." She says before hanging up.

She calls Monica next. It's a quick conversation. Monica praising the song and confirms the link up with Yellowhammer. Before they hang up, she tells Luna that she's been in contact with the ACLU. This delights Luna as she thanks Monica. Telling Ashley to her equal happiness.

Luna takes the time to call each of her grandmother's friends, thanking them for their help and support. She then sends out personal texts to the 24 women in the video. Doing the same. Her phone's been going off all day. After, she goes on Twitter to love and personally thank each of their release tweets. She still has a ton of texts, Snaps and emails to get through.

Lucy happily agrees to allow her picture to be used. She loves the song. Congratulating the girls and excited to be involved. Excited or not, Ashley and Luna know that they need a contract. Luna texts Monica again.

Luna and Ashley call Hannah together to thank her and rave over her skill. It's a fun conversation, ending with promises of hanging out soon.

After, Luna turns to Ashley. "Wanna sit by the pool?" She asks her.

"Totally." Ashley replies.

"Beer and a suit?"

Definitely." She agrees, grabbing beers and heading upstairs behind Luna.

Sitting by the pool, drinking and smoking with her friend, they laugh at the crazy Snaps of their and Luna's friends freaking out over their song. She continues replying to them, plus texts and emails before tiring from it and diving into the pool.

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"She's gonna fucking LOVE this." Colson thinks to himself walking out of Tiffany's in LA.

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Later in the evening Colson, Luna, Ashley and The Band are all in the kitchen. They're talking about the show on Friday.

"We're gonna drop Bad Things Friday morning, what do you guys think about adding it to the show that night?" He asks looking at The Band, then Luna.

"I think it'll kick ass live." Rook says.

"Yeah." Baze agrees, nodding his head.

AJ chimes in "Shouldn't be a problem. It's not like we didn't record it in one take."

They all look at Luna.

"What about the piano?" She asks Colson.

He thinks for a minute. "You open on it, then I bring you main stage with me and we'll have someone drop in for you?"

She nods. "That'll work."

"WORRDDD!!!!" He shouts. "The World feels Bad Things on Friday!!" He declares, lifting his beer to everyone.

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Upstairs, in Colson's bedroom, Luna's sitting on the bed, still responding to incoming texts, Snaps and tweets.

"This is FUCKING exhausting." She thinks, rubbing her forehead. Fingers falling into her hair. Gripping it.

Colson sees her annoyance as he walks in. He takes her phone, kissing her "Take a break. I have something for you." He says slipping a blue box into her hands instead.

She looks up amused with her eyebrows raised "Not my usual style..." She says flatly.

"Just shut up and open it." He tells her shaking his head.

"She can be such an Asshole." He thinks, smiling to himself.

She opens the box. Pulls out the soft blue bag, a heavy sliver chain with a tiny padlock on it slides out of it into her hand. She looks up at him smiling with That One Look. He crouches in front of her, producing a key. Her nipples harden as he takes the necklace from her, unlocks it and places the chain around her neck. Looking into her eyes as he seals it with the lock around her throat. "I've got the only key because you're mine. And I've GOT YOU forever. Locked." He tells her as she feels her body flush. For all her wildness, there's something sexy about about him locking her down.

"I love you." She states firmly. Kissing him, pulling him onto the bed with her. She's learning how to function with this stupid shoulder. She kisses him deeply. "I love it. Thank you." She tells him in between kisses, touching his promise.

"I knew you would." He smirks "Doubt me. Bitch." She laughs kissing him again. He runs his hands through her hair before gripping her breasts. He lifts up to take off his shirt and the rest of his clothes. She does the same. He hates that he can't undress her. She looks at him coyly, before biting her lip and getting on all fours. "My dirty little whore." He smiles before ❗ SLAP ❗ his big hand hard on her sweet ass. She yelps out. Running his hand up her back he asks "You want it, don't you?"

"Yes, please." She begs. He loves that she's a Fucking Cunt in real life but submissive to him in the bedroom. ❗ SLAP ❗ He hits her again before grabbing her hips and working himself into her. Once inside, they both moan in pleasure. "I fucking love your cock!" she tells him, slamming her thick ass into him. He's thrusting into her deep, with a steady pace. She arches her back, throwing her head back, hair brushing his face. This picks up his pace. Slamming hard into each other, they're both panting on the brink.

He grabs her hair, pulling her body up, hand around her throat, necklace laced in his fingers "Cum NOW." He tells her to her relief as they both burst.

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To be continued......

[elbiotipo]

Ok so elecciones time en Argentina, and I have a the feeling you know more than I. I was considering the FernándezX2 formula, but I honestly can't take out of my mind the fact that they supported Maduro and probably still do, what proof can we have that they won't go down that route? what do you think of the other candidates?(if you're not comfortable answering its ok just ignore this!!! It's just I heavily distrust like, every single candidate)

(Sorry for the long post, I just REALLY like to talk about politics)

I understand. Elections are a wild time, especially here on Argentina. (I will answer in english because the ask is in English).

I don’t support Maduro either, despite (in fact BECAUSE of) my leftist leanings. I know Cristina and many Kirchnerists supported him, and I think that supporting him based on the legacy of Chávez, while the Venezuelan people suffers and cries for freedom is wrong. However, I also believe that any solution for Venezuela MUST start with dialogue, by the simple and pragmatic fact that Maduro still holds power there, despite the opposition.

Also, Alberto Fernández has took a more pragmatic stance on this. You can read his opinions here: https://www.infobae.com/politica/2019/07/05/tras-las-criticas-de-macri-alberto-fernandez-reconocio-que-en-el-regimen-de-maduro-hay-abusos-y-arbitrariedades-del-estado/

He isn’t alone on this. Uruguay and México have also called for dialogue, as well as many other countries. Now, I think even with this, he is too soft in this, but I also think the current strategy of the Lima Group of cutting all dialogue with Maduro has evidently failed, and another approach is needed.

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However I will be very clear and strong on this: the Argentine right-wing is using the real suffering of the Venezuelan people as political manipulation and it’s disgusting. The fear of “Becoming Venezuela” is being preached 24/7 in an attempt to spread fear and division. It’s unfounded, stupid, and uses an actual humanitarian crisis to manipulate public opinion. It humilliates the Venezuelan people and does not help towards a solution. They don’t really care about Maduro or Venezuela; only the political points they can extract from it.

We cannot “Become Venezuela” because we are, well, Argentina… Venezuela is the classical example of a single-export nation, in this case oil, that has little local industries and mostly imports all other things, from food to consumer goods. Argentina, meanwhile, has a midly diversified economy; while our main production and exports are indeed agricultural products and food such as soybean, we also have (for now…) a consumer industry, and we produce all of our own food.

Compare and contrast; these are Venezuela’s exports by renueve in 2016:

And these are Argentina’s:

Brown is oil and fossil fuels, yellow is foodstuffs and associated products. The rest are various industries: services, consumer goods, automotives, construction, industrial parts, and so on.

Now, exports don’t mean everything a country produces, but they give us a pretty good idea of the complexity and nature of a national economy. Argentina is a net food producer with a relatively good national industry (again, for now…). Venezuela is a oil-exporting nation that is sensitive to changes on the trade of that commodity. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem: Oil-exporting economies can grow and work very well, but Maduro’s incompetence and corruption has ruined the nation to an unprecedented state in history, and that’s why the crisis has become so deep.

But no nation is inmune to political mismanagment, and certainly not Argentina. Even with that, could we come to a point like Venezuela with the return of Kirchnerism?

From me, the answer is a confident no.

Why? Simply because the Kirchnerist era was a lot more moderate than what media sells us.

Neoliberals and “economists” tells us the catastrophic tale of rampant spending, national intervention, closing of trade, lack of employment, and other disasters encompassed under the scary word “populism”. If you believed them, you would think Argentina was a Soviet-bloc country that needed to liberalize and privatize everything to refloat again (and go ask them how it worked there…)

In fact, while there were many economical missteps like the “cepo” and the INDEC manipulation (that Alberto has already recognized and will not repeat), Argentina… had a quite moderate and coherent economical system? Tariffs were high, sure, but it’s normal to have high tariffs in key exports to have higher income (and the rich agricultural owners can certainly pay it). Protectionism in key industrial and high-tech industries is necessary for a relatively mid-level economy like us, and is, in fact, one of the reasons economies like South Korea and Japan had their amazing successes once they developed critical size for those industries. The so feared by the economists mass nationalization didn’t happen either, except for YPF, some trains, and Aerolíneas, and I believe there is little argument against our oil resources being back in hand of the state (and Macri is certainly enjoying it thanks to Vaca Muerta, one of the few industries currently growing). Taxes were high and yes, some social plans were mismanaged, but Argentina has an important public education, healthcare, science, social, cultural, and public works sector (not to mention the salaries of the massive police/gendarmerie forces, which nobody wants to talk about apparently…), so obviously relatively high taxes are needed. While I admit some things might be better, I don’t know about you, but I (well, my family) have gotten my taxes back through education, health, roads, and I am proud that my country has, despite all, such a strong scientific and cultural tradition. And of course, labor rights are *strict* (depending where you look…) thanks to a long legacy of worker’s struggles, but are we really gonna lower them just to bring foreign megacorporations to take advantage of us? I think not, thanks.

In fact, besides somewhat high taxes and tariffs, and of course corruption (but that’s a whole other deal…), Argentina during the Kirchnerist years wasn’t the insanity they say. Maybe not an investors paradise, but wasn’t the socialist (lol, another scary word) mismanagement disaster the media sold us, and still sells us. And even in those years we had investments from all over the world. 4 years of Macri and economic “liberalization” and there have been no promised “lluvia de inversiones” for all the destruction of our own economy.

I believe you could compare your own quality of life in those years with right now, but that depends on the particular case. I KNOW my quality of life has descended since Macri took power.

Now, with the current inflation, desindustrialization (there has been a record THREE YEARS of industrial decay on Argentina, and the few factories still open operate at less than 50%), primarization of the economy (the main winners of this economic model are big agribusiness and financial enterprises), historical debts (some to be paid A CENTURY from now) and a nation dependent from the IMF and thus the whims of USA politics, which economic model has brought us closer to collapse, in even less years?

Tarea para la casa.

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As for the other candidates:

I believed I explained plenty why I never voted for Macri and I won’t vote for him this time either.

I think Lavagna is out of touch, and couldn’t even keep his coalition together, so I doubt his leadership skills; his “centrism” offers little to me. The other progressive parties have no managed to make a coherent option either.

 I sympathize with Del Caño and the Left, but they don’t have the leadership and support to make their promises come true, their parties are always fighting between themselves, and I can’t afford to vote for them, not in this crucial election.

Espert is a neoliberal flirting with anarchocapitalism, defending the worst of the Menemist era, his response to our problems would be accelerating privatization, “liberalization” and the destruction of the economy. He’s also a misogynist pervert, and inmature like his followers. I have a strong dislike for the guy.

I would also take this opportunity to say RIP Unión Cívica Radical (1891-2015). While they were the greatest rivals to Peronism and I never voted for them, I have the outmost respect for those radicals who fought for democracy and civil rights. Unfortunately, the UCR joined the right instead of keeping to its social-democratic ideals (did you know the UCR is an official member of the Socialist International? no, no es joda), and the PRO has chewed and spit them. A sad ending for such a party.

The other far-right and far-left parties are irrelevant, but I hope bazofias such as the Frente Patriota get as few votes as possible.

And of course, there’s Romero Feris, a corrupt, nearly feudal character who those from Corrientes know well, who has used necromancy to revive the Partido Autonomista Nacional, the party of Julio A. Roca. No only it’s corrupt, regressive and racist, it’s also probably haunted and I don’t want ghosts running around my goverment.

I’ve always been a zurdoperoncho, but as it stands now, FernándezX2 is the best option. Alberto is a coherent, disciplined and skilled man, who has proven himself during the Néstor presidency as a good leader, he’s even a little too moderate for my tastes, but the rest of his coalition balances that. Regardless of what you might think of Cristina, she’s the most important political figure of Argentina, and her prescence and leadership is needed for a sucessful progressive political project. The rest of their coalition (except for Massa, who I hate) also have the support and ideas to make their goverment sucessful.

Like with all politicians, I have my objections to some of their positions, and I don’t think they are saints. But I think they are not only the least worst, but indeed the best option we have. I will vote for them with conviction.