#putting them in a top 10 set y'know

[sillyabtmusic]

i have too many releases ive liked this year so far to painlessly make a mid-year top ten list, but not enough releases to split it into a top 10 gg and top 10 bg releases ...... 💔

[ssahotchnerr]

Id love to take care of Aaron because we know he does not take care of himself 😭 id be all honey remember to apply your sunscreen 🫵🏻 daily reminders to take his vitamins and suplementos bc we know he needs them lol or sit down we are having a propper meal with vegetables and all and come here we are gonna meditate for 10 mins ... Etc

Hahah the dreammmm!

sunscreen

you're so so right and that's 😭 adorable i had to write a lil thing <3 cw; established relationship

as you stepped out of the suv, a thick wall of humid air smacked you right in the face, the bright sun instantly causing your eyes to water even behind sunglasses.

to say it was brutal was an understatement, and in the florida sun, you could never be too careful.

"wait," you said suddenly, causing aaron to stop in his tracks. he had already walked around the front of the car, so he already was within arm's reach. "c'mere."

applying spf was a standard part of your daily skincare routine, but of course not aaron's, who barely had one to begin with. you turned back to the car, grabbing the small bottle of sunscreen you had tossed in the glove compartment earlier. after shutting the door with the side of your hip, you popped the cap open, squeezing a bit into the palm of your hand.

stepping up onto your tiptoes for a moment, you first adjusted aaron's sunglasses, moving and resting them on the top of his head.

next, you sparingly dotted some lotion across the surface of his face, before putting the latter on the bridge of his nose. with the pads of your fingers, you rubbed the sunscreen into his nose gently, before smearing any remnants to his cheeks. your hands were working parallel together, evenly spreading the sunscreen into his fair skin. you worked quickly as a crime scene was waiting in the distance, but yet still efficiently.

and aaron, didn't complain or utter a word as you worked, even when you turned him around to get the back of his neck. he watched you with a fond glint in his eyes, until you were thoroughly satisfied with the coverage.

"there." you snapped the lotion shut, a pleased expression on your face and shoving the bottle into your front pocket for any future use, "and now angry UV rays have nothing on you."

"and what would i do without you?" the corner's of aaron's lips lifted in a soft, subtle smile, grabbing your hand and giving it a tight squeeze.

his preferred way of a thank you would've been giving you a kiss, but the current setting prohibited such, the crime scene unit just arriving as well as the rest of the team.

speaking of, aaron tossed a glare over at morgan, who had been watching in full amusement, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

"y'know, y/n's right hotch. that last thing we all also need in this heat is you bitchin' about a sunburn."

[makerofmadness]

ok so what the hell is the legal drinking age in earthbread man like. So I was thinking I would finally have to take the L on the "how fudging old is Alchemist Cookie" thing because Witch's Castle has that side story where she botches an experiment and it basically causes her to act like her brother. Including the alcoholism. (Tbh it is like my favorite special story in the game like part of that is 'cus of favorite character bias but also it ends really sweetly like WC is just really good for grape siblings fans in general they get a lot of content-). So I was like "okay then she has to be at least 19 if we assume the drinking age would line up with the real world/country the game is from. I can take an L I thought she was younger than that but I was wrong" BUT THEN FOR GINGERBRAVE'S BIRTHDAY WE GET THIS:

WIZARD IS A CONFIRMED CHILD THO????

Basically this is like really ancient shxt but like there was something called I think the Junior Cookie Challenge once where basically 9 kid characters gave you missions and WIZARD WAS ONE OF THEM

This is the picture I could find but like. Yeah Wizard's definitely a kid then. (I think this event happened before certain characters were even a thing including Alchemist when I checked the dates so like I have no idea if the characters were like limited for a reason or if this was all the kid characters in the game at the time but regardless I'm. Fubkign. Top 10 questions science can't answer Number 1: how fubkign old is Alchemist Cookie- like I'm guessing she just wasn't designed with a particular age in mind let's be real here-)

but like.

If Wizard can drink then like what is the legal drinking age on Earthbread man like-??????????

EDIT: I looked at the dates wrong/was thinking of when Alchemist existed in Ovenbreak I think and not in LINE (Alchemist was released like years before this event I think)... but then I ran into SOMETHING ELSE that throws a wrench in the works and by that I mean:

so DEVIL COOKIE ALSO existed before this event and yet was excluded but they're like. Really obviously a kid ESPECIALLY as of Witch's Castle (fudging. Three words: Crayon Doodle Set [literally their room decor includes a set of fudging crayola or some shxt like. I think it's obvious what impression we're supposed to get of them like obviously I don't think crayons should be locked off to only kids but like traditionally they're kinda thought of like a kids thing and Devil isn't like. Artistic-themed so to inexplicably have them... you can tell what's being communicated y'know?-) (and like I think Devil being the same age as Angel kinda. Is obvious-).

So the Junior challenge thing pretty much confirms nothing as to which characters AREN'T kids. Just which characters ARE kids. Frickin' almost had it and then lost it again-

Edit again: I also discovered that. Cream Puff existed during the time the Junior Cookie Challenge ran. And yet she wasn't in that. But now they're running kinda a sequel to that in Kakao Cookie Run and she's in THAT. So basically yeah it was never exhaustive 100% frickin' I'm going insane I'm having like two people debating with me (peacefully thankfully) over if Wizard's not actually drinking something alcoholic but like what is he drinking we don't know it could be anything but like he has a wine glass they could've given him a normal glass but they gave the kid a wine glass and we all have to suffer the consequences they didn't even put like a bowl of fruit punch on the table or anything just to say "haha he's just drinking this don't worry he's just a silly little guy :3" no they left the door wide open for us to at least ASSUME if it's not CONFIRMED by this that he's fudging destroying his nonexistent liver at the ripe old age of Child idk it's 2:22am as of me writing this

Too many edits: I need like a dedicated guide on what juice is and isn't meant to be alcohol in this universe because apparently the wizard art is like a reused asset from something about Hollyberry so like. But I know at least half the juice there is treated like alcoholic shxt too looking at some of the dialogue or like I'm mainly thinking of like wildberry's dialogue I think so. frickin'

another thing I realize is that. Alchemist drinking was because her personality got altered she wasn't like In Public. And... look I love Vampire but he isn't like the most responsible guy let's be real and like. Frickin' even can I just get like whether or not she has a diploma or anything please just anything like... ok I know that old as hell personality quiz calls her a "picky model student" so she's probably still in school but like where in school is she is she in high school of college or like. I would've placed her around cream puff's age before all of this but I don't know anymore y'know can someone help me?????- (she probably just wasn't designed with one in mind I'm doing all of this for nothing this is the definition of insanity frickin'-)

FINAL EDIT HOPEFULLY: ok I finally have an answer just like after talking to my bigger cr nerd friend uh. Basically the I Want You Every Day music video gives us definite footage of children drinking:

Screenshots courtesy of @void-the-bear (said friend)

Gingerbrave and Cream Puff are drinking the exact same drinks as the adults and these drinks literally look the same as what Sparkling holds in his goddamn sprites

Like you can see the bubbles in some shots it's the same drink it's frickin' champagne-but-we-can't-call-it-that-because-it's-a-kid's-game

But like there is an official short of Sparkling like. Not being able to serve Custard III I think because he's too young???? So uh.

basically the drinking age in Earthbread is "younger than Gingerbrave but older than Custard III" thank you for coming to my TED Talk (fudging. Finally have an answer though at least I think please tell me they didn't try to call this lemonade or something somewhere not the lemonade anything but the lemonade don't make me have a headache again PLEASE-)

[majjiktricks]

Can you explain why you think Ocelot likes Kaz? I was always under the impression that they fought like cat and dog (sorry I couldn't resist).

this took a while to answer because i wanted to go back through some of the mgsv tapes with ocelot and kaz but. mainly, what you thought is entirely untrue. whatever antagonism exists in their relationship, it feels like the fandom has blown WAYYY out of proportion.

the ONLY point of contention i can think of off the top of my head is kaz being jealous of ocelot for knowing bb longer. in the tape where kaz is talking to zero about where bb is during his coma, zero mentions an agent who has known bb 10 years longer than kaz has, and kaz SCOFFS, like he cant believe someone would know bb better than him. but also, this tape is set almost immediately after ground zeroes, so who knows how his feelings might have changed over the years.

the only time ocelot seems to get genuinely angry at kaz is when hes accusing quiet of. well. anything he accuses her of. kaz tends to do so without any evidence, and he doesnt trust her (for justified reasons), but he also blames her for a lot of things. ocelot is the only person on mother base willing to defend her. and he never yells, he just logically rebukes and kaz is the one who fights back.

any time ocelot speaks about kaz without him present, he really only praises him. he obviously is impressed at what he and bb accomplished in founding MSF.

thats just what i can remember. going for evidence now, grabbed some of the tapes that have ocelot AND kaz in them:

Bionic arm tape Ocelot: "I couldn't get [a bionic arm] for you at the time, but y'know, now…" ocelot offers to get bionics for kaz, he wants to make kaz's life easier. kaz refuses i think out of a self-punishing sentiment, not out of resentment or denial of ocelot's help. that because all of his men died, hes not allowed to have it. and he gets heated and angry about it, nearly yelling. but then he apologizes, realizing he wasnt actually angry at ocelot, just venting.

Yellow cake and the Shinkolobe Mine tapes ocelot and kaz theorizing about why the shinkolobwe mine was reopened/being mined for uranium. the conversation honestly sounds like they could be on a lunch break just chilling.

The Children Escape tapes in [2] they disagree over who should interrogate eli. ocelot doesnt think kaz can responsibly question the kids, so he steps up to do it instead. kaz dismisses him and his expertise at interrogation because he thinks ocelot will enjoy it too much. ocelot is definitely offended, and they do argue here, but i think this is because of the topic at hand and not indicative of their other conversations.

Huey's Interrogation Tapes i think their good(ish) cop bad cop routine with huey is very funny. theyre working together to get as much information out of him as possible. and it works.

overall i think they actually work really well together. after all, they spent the time bb and v were unconscious recreating MSF from scratch. also, i think kaz trusts ocelot to some extent, going as far as to put his life on the line to distract from the hospital attack. he depended upon ocelot to get bb (venom. but. you know.) out of the hospital and to afghanistan in time to rescue him.

at the very least, they are working toward the same goals (during mgsv) and have no ideological reason to hate one another. when they DO work together, it gets results.

i cant imagine you can work with someone for years doing all that and still not have any positive association with them. kaz definitely is the type to hold a grudge, but if anything, i think thats a personal one. and im not even certain on whether or not he does hold anything against ocelot once they start working together (during mgsv at least. after the game. well. anything goes.)

was sent some additional thoughts that cover the cutscenes as well as the tapes: all good stuff here

[squarebracketsmileyface]

will Tim chest/breastfeed Birdie? apologies if its a weird question, i just was wondering if there were reasons Tim hasn't gotten top surgery (or at least not yet) other than he either just chose not to/can't afford it at the moment. and i confess, something about seahorse dads/gnc birth parents feeding their babies the old fashioned way just makes my heart happy :D

Not a weird question at all :D

Tim during MH/S,IL currently doesn't have top surgery because he can't afford it and because he wouldn't be able to heal it properly if he could afford it. He's very aware of how the whole "masked state" thing could impact healing a surgery like that. Masky kinda does whatever he wants and Tim knows that "whatever he wants" usually doesnt include going to A&E or whatever when hes injured (broken leg incident, my headcanon is that Tim had to get that leg rebroken and set properly at some point because it healed wrong and left him with chronic pain and a limp, tho I haven't mentioned that in S,IL lol, it's just in my head constantly).

Also I guess medical trauma would have at least some role to play in the decision too currently? Later on he'd probably work through some of that, but currently he's probably not comfortable with much more medical treatment than just seeing his GP. Like, going to A&E or into an actual hospital isn't something he'll completely refuse to do, but it definitely puts him in a very specific and traumatized state of mind. Maybe even triggers Masky to front and Masky's way to fix that feeling of "oh god oh god oh god this is just like when we were a kid" is to simply leave no matter how important it was for them to be there 💀

But yeah! :D

he'd chest feed Birdie, since he's definitely not having top surgery between December 2013 and May 2014. I think he'd probably wait until Birdie was able to look after herself before he has top surgery, since he is a single dad until Birdie is like, 10ish, and top surgery does require you to rest a lot to recover from. Sure he's made a few friends in the pickup line at Birdie's school, but none of them he'd call close enough to ask for that sort of help from. And he's not in contact with his mum and doesn't have a dad, so he can't even ask for help from them, he's completely on his own unfortunately.

So honestly if Brian didn't come back into his life when Birdie was 10, he'd probably be waiting until Birdie was at least sorta 18 ish before he got top surgery, so he'd know she'd be okay and he'd also be able to rely on her to help him a bit after surgery, like, driving him home from the hospital after surgery and all that stuff. Thankfully Brian does come back into his life though so I'm thinking he probably has top surgery when Birdie's maybe 12-14ish? Something like that? Once Brian's properly established in their lives and Tim knows he's not going anywhere and they've reconnected fully so he feels comfortable asking for that kind of support from Brian. Obviously that still has it's own difficulties what with Brian being in a wheelchair, but they make it work, and I do think Brian would have an adaptive vehicle with have controls so he can drive and stuff.

I also love seahorse dads and GNC parents chest feeding and stuff like that, just, trans parents in general, y'know? It's just such a fuck you to society, especially a transphobic society and a society that doesn't expect fathers to be as involved in the care of their children as it expects mothers to. Tim being a single dad is already a great big middle finger to that stupid narrative of dads not being involved in childcare, and then him also being so involved in feeding Birdie as a baby too, idk, there's just something special about it to me.

I feel like chest feeding would definitely be something he finds kinda conflicting, like, he loves it because that's his baby he's looking after, but also I think it'd bring him a very specific brand of dysphoria so he really struggles with it mentally too. He definitely wouldn't end up chest feeding Jesse (his theoretical kid with Brian) later down the line. Mostly because I feel like at that point he'd have had top surgery and idk if you can still chest feed after that, I'm assuming no though, but also because even if he hadn't had top surgery, the dysphoria the first time just wouldn't be something he'd wanna have to deal with again, yknow? It was awful and he really really struggled with it, so it's not something he wants to put himself through again.

But yeah :D

[priafey]

AO3 Twenty Questions

tagged by @ladytanithia. a big thank you, as always!

tagging @inkoherentwriting, @azures-grace and YOU, dear reader

(copy/paste for the questions below the cut)

1 – How many works do you have on AO3?

Four, not counting the work I published as a reference list for my OCs.

2 – What's your total AO3 word count?

84,627

3 – What fandoms do you write for?

Just TES:Skyrim for the moment. Sadly, I haven't been able to play any of the other games just yet.

4 – What are your top five fics by kudos?

I'm dying for Among the Many Lost Souls to surpass Sought and Found. It was my first venture into longform writing and it shows. Bleh.

5 – Do you respond to comments?

Almost always. If I don't respond, it's usually because I tried my darndest and couldn't think of a constructive or meaningful response.

6 – What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The one I'm writing right now :3c (Among the Many Lost Souls). I'm putting Gwilin through the wringer and then I'm gonna hang him out to dry.

7 – What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Sought and Found, I suppose.

8 – Do you get hate on fics?

No, I don't. I lowkey wish I did. Firstly, because haters can be remarkably perceptive, and, secondly, because I am as interested in what makes someone scrunch up their nose or click away from my fic as I am about hearing people's thoughts on what was well-executed about them. I think my stuff is too niche to really draw a lot of negative attention (right now, at least).

9 – Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Always, my man! I consider it my moral duty to make my characters fuck nasty. Why? BECAUSE IT'S HOT DUHHH

10 – Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

People who write crossovers scare me so bad. I can barely limp my way through having to structure a plot around already-existing lore and making sure everything that happens in the story is congruent with in-universe rules, meanwhile there are people out there writing Skyrim x The Walking Dead crossovers. It's cocobananas.

11 – Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know. I don't really give a fuck if people steal my shit. Fighting with someone over authorship of a work that is principally riding on the coattails of an existing IP, which can't even be monetized, mind you, feels like a real 'race to the bottom' situation to me. I'm well aware of the quality of my work and I'm proud to have the drive to constantly better my skills. That's all that matters.

12 – Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. Though I did start translating Sought and Found into Spanish, I dropped it when I started writing Among the Many Lost Souls. In any case, I would be so, so touched if someone decided to translate a fic of mine.

13 – Have you ever co-written a fic?

Also nope. Never tried collaborative writing outside of an academic setting. Totally open to it, though!

14 – What's your all-time favorite ship?

Uh, I'm not real big on shipping existing characters. I mostly just think about my OCs, or my friend's OCs, with each other. Aside from Gwilin x [pretty much every other NPC in Skyrim], I think thoughts about @abstractredd's guys, Hedgrod and Athrar, quite often.

15 – What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Fic-related WIP? Just one. I wanted to write another romance fic (like Sought and Found) featuring a netch farmer who's a cowboy-type character. Sexy Dunmer with a southwestern accent. Brokeback Mountain: Morrowind Edition. You get the picture.

I might still finish it, but I'm reluctant to even touch it because I haven't played Morrowind, and would have to do a real deep-dive into everything related to Dunmer in TES lore to write it. I know a lot already, but I never feel like I know enough, y'know?

16 – What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I'm good at setting a scene and painting a picture. This is, I think, a new ability I acquired in the past year or so. I've also been told my smut-writing abilities are pretty good, which is always nice to hear :) If I had to list what I consider to be my own strengths, I'd add that I've gotten a lot better at cutting the fat out of my writing (especially from dialogue tags and in describing facial expressions and body language).

17 – What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue is a bitch a half for me to write. It's probably the thing I most obsessively tweak before publishing. I think my dialogue tends to fall short.

Pacing is another issue. I often criticize, in other fic author's works, that they present an interesting image or idea and then leave me hungry because they don't elaborate on it, but I am the biggest culprit of this if I don't constantly remind myself that, yes, people want to hear more about this or that. They want you to mystify it, justify it, make it sexy, make it like a puzzle for them to solve. You can't just leave it cut-and-dry, much as my autism compels to do because "It's quite literally saying the same thing". Like, that's great, bestie, but you have to elaborate! Say the same thing just make it sound cooler than it is!

18 – Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

This is cool. I don't mind busting out Google Translate to enjoy a fic. That mouse-hovering feature that lets you add alternative text to a fic on ao3 is super useful for this sort of thing.

19 – First fandom you wrote for?

My first, and only other, fandom: My Little Pony. I was 12.

20 – Favorite fic you've written?

I love them all for different reasons, BUT Among the Many Souls has blood and sex and drama in it, so yeah. It's in the lead.

1 – How many works do you have on AO3?

2 – What's your total AO3 word count?

3 – What fandoms do you write for?

4 – What are your top five fics by kudos?

5 – Do you respond to comments?

6 – What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7 – What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8 – Do you get hate on fics?

9 – Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10 – Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11 – Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12 – Have you ever had a fic translated?

13 – Have you ever co-written a fic?

14 – What's your all-time favorite ship?

15 – What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16 – What are your writing strengths?

17 – What are your writing weaknesses?

18 – Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19 – First fandom you wrote for?

20 – Favorite fic you've written?

[inhaledpie4]

What do trad women even do besides crying and fainting 24/7?

Between all the crying and fainting, it's actually difficult to get stuff done! I'd say I'm most productive after breakfast, but I'll give a short explanation so you can get an idea of my day-to-day.

Typical routine:

Wake up

Cry about the day ahead of me

Get up from the bed

Faint because of how cold it is

Put slippers and robe on

Tiptoe to the bathroom

Cry in front of the mirror because my body isn't the ideal sex doll ratio

Faint at how cold the sink water is, bashing my pretty little head on the counter

Wash the bloodstains off the robe while crying

Decide to take a hot shower, making sure my hair doesn't get wet

Step out of the shower and put on a bathrobe

Cover the bruise with makeup, natural style of course

Take the silk hair cap off and let hair down out from its protective hair style, usually a braid

Put on a touch of perfume and my pearl necklace

Tiptoe back to the bedroom and put on the dress I set aside the night before

Go to the kitchen to find my husband has already made himself coffee, apologize profusely with lots of tears for waking him up with the loud bang from before

Husband smacks me on the bum and asks me not to worry about it, I'll just have to make up for it later

Quickly make breakfast, my husband's favourite, eggs and special oatmeal. While that's cooking I unload the dishwasher

Wake the children up and feed them, then change the baby's diaper

Start running a bath for the oldest while I load the dishwasher, carrying the baby on my hip

Put the oldest in the bath and set the baby down in the playpen

Go downstairs to start a load of laundry, on the way up the stairs I faint from the effort

Wake up at the bottom of the staircase with a terrible headache. I hold back my tears and climb the stairs again, slowly this time

Then I alternate between playing with the kids, putting the baby down for a nap, and deep-cleaning each room using the top-down method, and preparing lunch

After lunch, the oldest goes down for a nap and I have time for a quick break to cry

My husband drives me to and from the grocery store

Change the baby's diaper once again before I start cooking my favourite one-pot, six-pan, 10-wok, 25-baking sheet dinner. It's super fast and easy!

After dinner, I do a little budgeting and faint again at how much I've been spending on eggs. I resolve to get chickens

I put the kids down to bed and please my husband before crying myself to sleep

This is all satire, if you couldn't tell. Real answer? I have never fainted in my life but I am a bit of a crybaby so I just persevere through the tears haha. Luckily, most of my tears are happy ones because my children are so sweet and cute and my husband is perfect but y'know... I really love my life

[cosmicanamnesis]

he tastes like chocolate pt. 11 (end)

[part 1] [part 10] [read on ao3]

December 31st, 3 hours to midnight

“Oh, come on!”

Erica had beaten not just Dustin, but almost everyone else at the party at Mario Kart at least once, and Dustin was tired of it. In a huff, he passed his controller off to Grant and made a beeline to the kitchen to break out the harder stuff.

As he wrestled the bottle of vodka out from underneath four bags of pizza rolls - thanks Jeff - Steve came around him and leaned against the counter, arms crossed, looking at him expectantly.

“You want some?” Dustin asked, shutting the freezer door.

“What are you and Robin playing at here?” 

“Uh, Robin’s playing Mario Kart,” Dustin tried to play dumb as he pulled a jug of lemonade out of the fridge. “And I’m playing Let’s See How Drunk Dustin Can Get Before Midnight. I’ll make you a drink too if you want, since you didn’t drive here.”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Dustin,” Steve sighed. Dustin just shrugged and continued to work around him, pulling the biggest cup he could find out of the cabinet. “You and Robin coordinated something, didn’t you?”

“No idea what you’re talking about, dude.” Dustin eyeballed an amount of vodka that was definitely more than standard into his glass. “Last chance if you want me to make you a drink.”

“Ugh, fine. Yes please.” 

Dustin shot him a confused glance as he grabbed another cup. “Since when do you have manners?”

“Whatever. Quit meddling with my love life. Both of you.”

“What love life? OW!” Steve at least had the decency to wait for Dustin to put the vodka down before smacking the back of his head. “The hell was that for?”

“For you’re a smartass and I’m being serious. Now what did you say to Eddie?”

“Uh… What did he say I said?”

“Oh, no, I’m not falling for that. He covered your ass, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Look, just…” Dustin sighed, and topped off both glasses with lemonade, handing one to Steve. “Please don’t set fireworks off in my bed, okay? Robin tried to convince me it was an empty threat but I am getting some distinctly pyrotechnical vibes off you right now.”

“Damn it, Dustin, you told him?”

“Told who what?” Max joined them in the kitchen, bag of cheetos in hand. “Don’t put that away yet, I want some.” She gestured at the jug of lemonade still in Dustin’s hand. As if she hadn’t interrupted anything, she moved around them casually, grabbing her own glass out of the cabinet to make herself a drink.

"I… may have told Eddie, um… about Steve," Dustin stuttered as Steve stared him down.

"Did he really need to be told?" Max laughed. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve huffed.

"Please, Steve. Eddie is neither blind nor stupid. I would hope he wouldn't need Dustin to tell him about your frankly very obvious crush."

"Is it that obvious?"

Dustin and Max looked at each other then back at Steve, nodding. 

“For what it’s worth,” Max continued. “You don’t have anything to worry about. Eddie’s so in love with you even my mother knows.”

“Wait, how does your mom know?” Dustin asked. Max took a sip of her drink, winced, and poured a little more lemonade in. Apparently she and Dustin had similar disregard for the hangovers they would have in the morning.

“We live in the trailer park, dude. Eddie’s my neighbor… Kind of. His uncle tells my mom and… Oh, what’s his name… Marvin?” Max stared off to the side for a long moment, thinking. Finally she smiled and snapped her fingers. “No, Murray! Wayne tells them everything about Eddie and that includes his crush on Steve.”

“Well… That explains some things,” Steve muttered.

“Yeah. My mom’s got ten bucks on him suffering in silence about it forever.” Raucous noise erupted from the rest of the party in the living room, suggesting another victory for Erica. "I think that means it's my turn next. You two idiots have fun." Max took a long drink and grabbed her cheetos again, heading back to the living room.

"Y'know what this is like?" Steve asked once Max was out of earshot. "That one play you guys dragged me to."

"What?"

"Y'know, where they hate each other and then their friends try to set them up?"

"Please tell me you're not talking about Much Ado About Nothing."

"Yeah, that's the one."

"Okay, key difference here, Shakespeare," Dustin said incredulously. "You two don't hate each other. In fact, you're so in love with each other it's not even funny. At the risk of being eaten by a tarrasque, let me assure you that Eddie is trying so hard to make you like him."

"What's a tarrasque?"

"Not the point, Steve! Jesus…" Dustin shook his head and downed about half his drink in one go. He leaned back against the counter, staring at nothing for a while. 

"You guys really think he likes me?" Steve glanced back to the living room, watching Eddie sitting cross legged on the floor, leaning side to side with his tongue pressed to his upper lip in unwavering focus. God he was adorable.

"Think? No, Steve, I don't think he likes you. I know he does. We all know he does. Pretty sure at this point the neighbor’s stupid cat knows! And if you tell him I told you, I'm gonna set fireworks off in your bed."

It wasn't that Steve didn't believe them. He did. But it had been so long since he tried to make a move on anyone, he wasn't sure how to proceed, and for that matter Eddie wasn't like anyone he'd ever dated before.

How different could it possibly be, though? Flirting was flirting.

December 31st, 2 hours to midnight

It wasn't as scary with two beers and the concoction Dustin had named the Lazy Man’s Lemon Drop in his system. Turned out, with a little booze, the Harrington Charm came back to him as naturally as riding a bike, which was also something he hadn’t done in years but probably wouldn’t be aided with vodka.

It was easy, really. He stuck close to Eddie as much as he could, found excuses to touch him, even shared a cigarette with him to Robin’s disgust as the party started slowly migrating out into the garage. Oddly enough, packing almost twenty people into one floor of the house and giving them all alcohol made the living room unbearably hot very quickly.

They probably should’ve seen that one coming.

As the boys leaned against the side of Eddie’s van in the driveway, passing a cigarette back and forth, Nancy and Barb stepped out into the open garage.

“Hey Steve!” Nancy called, quickly tying her hair up in a haphazard ponytail. “Come shotgun a beer with me!”

“The hell-? Why?” Steve yelled back.

“For old time’s sake,” Nancy shrugged, smiling wide. She took the beers from Barb and held one out to Steve, beckoning him over. He looked at Eddie and laughed, passing the cigarette back to him.

“I don’t even know if I can do this anymore, Nance,” he laughed, leaving Eddie back by the van as he took the beer from her.

“Me either. Just figured I’d help you out,” Nancy replied, lowering her voice. She pulled a couple butter knives from her back pocket and handed one to Steve.

“What do you mean, help me out?”

“I know how you flirt, Steve, you’re not very subtle. Besides, this impressed me.”

“In high school! I can’t believe this,” Steve laughed, making direct eye contact with Barb. “I’m getting wingman-ed by my fucking ex-girlfriend.”

“Want me to hold your glasses?” Barb asked, holding her hand out. Oh yeah. No one was teasing him about them, he almost forgot he was wearing them. He blinked hard a few times to clear his vision, carefully passing the glasses off to Barb.

"Can we get a drum roll?" Nancy called to Gareth, sitting behind his drums talking to Will. He rolled his eyes, but obliged as Steve and Nancy lined up their cans. Steve looked back at Eddie, shooting him a look that said pray for me as Eddie hid a smile behind his hand.

By some miracle, they could both still shotgun a beer. The small crowd around them answered them with laughter and scattered applause as their empty cans fell to the ground

"Oh my god that's so much harder than I remember it being," Steve huffed, trying to catch his breath. Nancy doubled over, coughing or laughing or maybe both. "Oh, why did I let you talk me into that? Evil. You're evil."

Steve turned to look at Eddie again, still leaning against the van, giggling behind his hair. The only thing Steve could think to do was bow.

December 31st, 1 hour to midnight

Up and down the street, parties were in full swing. More than once, the boys’ neighbor across the street, an old woman with an aggressive outdoor cat and a permanent scowl, peered out her front window to glare at anyone who looked like they might be having fun.

“Keep it down out there!” she yelled, letting her cat out for the night.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime, you old hag?” Dustin yelled back. Eddie, sensing the opportunity to piss off the entire neighborhood, cranked the volume on his amp all the way up and strummed something discordant, making sure she could see him while he did it.

“Cranky old bitch,” Max muttered to no one in particular. Everyone was outside now, and all the alcohol and snacks with them, milling about the front yard and the driveway as the band did their final checks. The idea was simple: don’t stop playing until midnight. A cooler full of bottles of cheap champagne sat ready and waiting on the porch next to a giant pile of firecrackers. 

Jonathan was snapping pictures left and right of the band and the guests, but mostly different combinations of the boys and Max spelling dirty words with sparklers.

Once Corroded Coffin really got started, their party started attracting the neighbors to the yard.

Steve didn’t notice. Steve was sitting in the back of Eddie’s van with El, a blanket wrapped around the both of them, watching the band with rapt attention. Well, watching Eddie at least. Mostly watching his hands as he played, and his hair whipping wildly around his face as he danced and sang.

It was mesmerizing.

He was an incredibly skilled guitarist and he performed like it was the only thing keeping him alive. Steve could feel his heart practically beating out of his chest in time with the music. One song blended seamlessly into the next, a mix of covers and their own music. Suddenly Steve found himself becoming a metal fan, or at least a Corroded Coffin fan. Maybe just a fan of their frontman. Eh. Same difference.

As the show went on and the crowd started yelling requests from the lawn, Steve decided something. If Eddie liked him as much as everyone said he did, then it was foolproof.

He was gonna kiss Eddie at midnight.

December 31st, 10 minutes to midnight

Eddie knew he was hamming it up a bit more than the venue called for, but if there was one thing he loved it was working a crowd. He hadn’t expected the entire street to congregate in the boys’ front yard, but you wouldn’t hear him complaining, especially since his favorite audience member was front and god damn center, and couldn’t take his eyes off Eddie.

Well, not center so much as slightly off to the side, but definitely front. Steve and El in the back of the van were closer to the band than anyone. And it was hard not to be constantly looking over at them. El was curled up on the floor of the van, smiling wide with her head resting on Steve’s lap. She was definitely hogging the blanket but Steve didn’t seem to notice or mind. Getting to see how bonded Steve was to these kids he’d apparently known forever gave Eddie visions of a future he never thought he’d get to have. Soft and domestic and… Get it together, dude, you’re playing a show.

“Anybody got the time?” he said into the microphone as they played the outro to one of their own originals, voice now a little hoarse. Singing for an hour will do that to a person. 

“11:51!” a stranger in the crowd replied.

Perfect.

“Friends, you’ve all been a wonderful audience tonight, I hope you’ve enjoyed the show. I’d like to give special shoutouts to Dustin, Lucas, Will, and Mike for loaning us their garage,” he pointed to his friends in the crowd and paused to relish in the whooping and hollering for a moment before continuing. “To my boys, my band, especially Jeff and his six bags of pizza rolls!” Another pause, and Jeff dipped into a bow, one arm spread wide, the other keeping his guitar from sliding off over his head. “And to Mrs. McAdams across the street, rot in hell you joyless fucking harpy!”

Riotous applause and laughter broke out as Eddie began the next song. And, if he timed it right, the last song.

The beginning of Master of Puppets was fairly iconic, and the band picked up on it right away. So did Steve. Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie could see Steve perk up. It spurred Eddie on that much more, and this time he let himself pay a little more attention to Steve and El than the rest of the crowd.

Will stood by the door back into the house, diligently checking his watch as they played. 

December 31st, 1 minute to midnight

At 11:59, Will waved at El. That was their cue. Quickly, El sat up, pulling Steve along with her again as she hopped out of the van and towards the champagne on the porch. This was it. Steve steeled his nerves as he ran with her, trying not to chicken out of the plan.

They met the rest of the guys at the porch, diligently unwrapping and passing around firecrackers and pulling the foil off the bottles of champagne.

10 seconds to midnight

Just as the song was ending, someone in the crowd yelled 10. Eddie decided to cut the song off about eight bars early.

9 seconds to midnight

“Thank you everybody!” Eddie yelled, quickly and carefully ditching his guitar. As El, Steve, and the rest were all on the porch, the band had to take an extra second to put their instruments up, except for Gareth who set his sticks down and ran to the front of the van to find the box of cheap lighters they brought.

8 seconds to midnight

“Okay, who's got fireworks?” Gareth asked, milling through the crowd, passing lighters out to anyone who needed them.

Steve caught Eddie’s eye from across the crowd and waved him over.

7 seconds to midnight

“If you don’t know how to open a champagne bottle, pass it to someone who does! Jesus,” Dustin yelled over the countdown.

Eddie pushed through the crowd as fast as he could. He told Lucas to make sure to save him a Roman candle and by god he was going to get it.

6 seconds

“You know how to open champagne?” Steve asked once Eddie made it up to the porch.

“No,” Eddie answered honestly, shaking his head. Steve laughed.

5 seconds

“Nance!” Steve yelled. She wasn’t far, but the crowd in the yard drowned out most other noise. Nancy came up behind Steve and tapped him on the arm. He held a bottle out to her. “Last one, you wanna do the honors?”

4

“Sure,” she shrugged and took the bottle, running down the yard to the sidewalk where a vanguard of strangers who knew how to open champagne was lining up, hoping not to hit anything.

“Lucas, you got my fireworks?” Eddie asked, leaning in close to Lucas.

3

“Yeah dude, here, hurry up!” Lucas passed the tube to him quickly, almost fumbling it in his hurry. “You’ll have to find Gareth for a lighter though.”

“Thanks man, you’re the best!”

2

“Wait, Eddie!” Steve caught Eddie’s shoulder before he could walk too far away. Eddie spun, smiling at Steve with such childlike glee that Steve almost wanted to give up on the plan and let him have his fun making things explode.

1

“Yeah?”

Shit. Okay. Now or never.

January 1st, midnight

“Happy New Year!” cheered the crowd, and a cacophony of popping corks and firecrackers erupted all around them.

It wasn’t as romantic as Steve had hoped for, but given all the hustle and noise, it probably went as well as it possibly could. 

He stepped up close to Eddie and wrapped his hand around the back of his head, threading his fingers into the man’s wild curls. Eddie’s smile faltered just for a second as he realized what was happening.

He didn’t stop it. He let Steve pull him in close, watching intently as Steve’s gaze flicked all around Eddie’s face and landed on his lips. And he whined, just a little bit, when Steve finally, finally kissed him, but the noise got lost in the crowd.

It wasn’t a soft kiss by any means, or slow, or sweet. But when Steve pulled back and looked for a reaction, Eddie couldn’t help but giggle. He bit his lip and bounced in place a few times, and if Steve looked at him like he was crazy, it didn’t matter, because maybe he was, and Steve was laughing too. Maybe they were both crazy.

All around them, couples were sharing their own New Year’s kisses, oblivious to Steve and Eddie until Eddie bounded away, nicked a lighter from Gareth and lit his Roman candle, pointing it at the sky triumphantly yelling “Steve Harrington kissed me!” loud enough that folks at the end of the block probably heard.

“Fuckin’ FINALLY!” came from two separate voices behind Steve and he turned to find Robin and Dustin above everyone else on the porch, high fiving. 

“Oh, fuck you guys,” Steve laughed.

“Hey Max!” Dustin yelled down to where Max and Lucas were lighting sparklers by the fistful.

“Yeah?” 

“Anybody have money on Steve making the first move?”

“Actually now that you mention it, I think Murray’s weird Russian boyfriend had that bet!”

“Well, tell your mom she owes him ten bucks!”

Max gave him a thumbs up and went back to focusing on not burning herself with her sparkler bouquet.

Laughing, Nancy walked back up the yard, champagne in hand, and grabbed a styrofoam cup out of a bag on the porch.

"So did you kiss him or did he kiss you?" she yelled, pouring Steve a cup of shitty champagne. They watched as Eddie bounced around in the street, somehow still managing to not launch fireworks directly at anyone.

"I kissed him!" Steve answered, sipping his drink. Nancy took a swig right from the bottle and smiled.

"He's been talking about you for months!"

"So I've heard!"

"Well, I'm glad one of you finally had some sense!"

"Oh, yeah, thanks Nance, really uh… Really feeling the love!"

"Anytime!"

Once Eddie's Roman candle emptied, he bounded back up the yard to Steve.

"So, uh, we should probably… Talk, right?" he said, tugging his hair into his face. "I mean, unless you wanna just keep grabbing me and kissing me, I'd be okay with that too."

"C'mon," Steve laughed, taking Eddie's hand to lead him back into the house through the garage. "Nancy, keep an eye on everybody!"

"Will do!"

"We're not children, Steve!" Dustin complained as they walked away.

Eddie's hand was warm in Steve's. In fact, Steve could feel the heat radiating off of Eddie despite how cold it was. Steve was freezing, and in that moment wanted nothing more than to wrap himself in Eddie's arms and forget the weather, the holiday, the party raging on out in the street.

There was no one left in the house when the pair ducked inside. In the kitchen, Steve dropped Eddie's hand and turned to face him. After the show he had just put on, it was a bit of a shock to see him look almost shy. His head was down and he was looking at Steve through his bangs, hands shoved in his back pockets, shifting his weight from side to side like he couldn’t stop moving. He was still smiling.

“So,” Steve said, leaning back against the counter, acting way more nonchalant than he really felt. 

“So…” Eddie repeated.

A moment passed in silence. Then another.

Then they burst out laughing.

They laughed until they were breathless, distance between them shrinking to nearly nothing. Eddie pushed his hands into Steve’s hair and Steve balled his fists in Eddie’s shirt, leaning their foreheads together while they caught their breath.

“I want to kiss you again,” Steve breathed.

“I think I’m gonna die if you don’t-” The last of Eddie’s laughter died in his throat as Steve tugged him closer and captured his mouth, both still smiling through the kiss.

The giddiness of it all morphed into three months worth of insatiable need and suddenly Eddie understood what it felt like to be a firecracker. Steve slipped his hands up under Eddie’s shirt, fingertips skirting gently over his skin leaving white-hot glittering trails everywhere he touched, and Eddie felt his heart pop and spark with every brush of their lips and slide of Steve’s tongue. He felt a little bit like he might explode.

As far as Steve was concerned, he was dead and this was heaven. The boots Eddie had worn for the concert made him just a bit taller than Steve, enough for it to be easy for him to lazily wrap his arms around Steve’s neck. He’d spent three months hoping for the chance to feel Eddie against him like this, and other than the fact that it was happening in Dustin’s kitchen, the real thing lived up to the dream and more.

“Oh, ew you guys, get a room!” 

Neither of them had heard the garage door open, but they broke apart quickly as Mike walked past them to the bathroom, holding a hand up by his face, blocking the pair from his sight.

“You offering yours?” Eddie yelled after him, expectedly met with an exaggerated gag and a slamming door. Eddie rolled his eyes and rested his forehead back against Steve’s as they both laughed quietly. “Your face is so red,” Eddie teased.

“So’s yours!” Steve retorted. “I’ve been drinking Dustin’s stupid vodka war crimes all night, what’s your excuse?”

“I just spent the last five minutes kissing the hottest guy I’ve ever met.”

“Oh, well,” Steve nodded. “That’s a pretty good reason… Wanna do it again?”

They heard Mike leave the bathroom and watched as he walked back outside, still holding a hand up to block his view.

“Don’t go in there!” Mike yelled as he crossed back into the garage. “Steve and Eddie are defiling the kitchen!”

“You’ll never get it clean!” Eddie chased after him and leaned out the door to make sure he got the last word in, leaving Steve cackling behind him.

“Shut the door, you’re letting the cold in,” Steve laughed.

Eddie came back inside, shutting the door behind him, and crossed the kitchen back to Steve. “You sound like my uncle,” he said, putting his arms back up on Steve’s shoulders. “And here I was gonna kiss you some more.”

“I do believe I was the one kissing you, asshole.”

“Wow, maybe I was wrong. Maybe you are a mean girl.”

“Eat me… Oh, don’t look at me like that, you know what I meant.”

“I do,” Eddie smirked. “But also, y’know, if you’re offering…”

“Depends. You gonna be weird about sharing a bed again?”

Eddie threw his head back laughing. “Oh, never again, I regretted it immediately the first time.”

“So… are we…?” 

“Yeah, I mean, if you wanna be. I wanna be.”

“I do… I really, really do.”

Eddie looked like he wanted to kiss Steve again but he never got the chance as Gareth poked his head in from the garage.

“Eddie!” he yelled. “Quit being gross and come help us pack up!”

“Yeah, give me a sec,” Eddie turned slightly to glance back at him without letting go of Steve. 

Gareth just huffed and rolled his eyes, muttering something Eddie couldn’t quite make out but he was sure it was something along the lines of god damn lazy motherfucker never helps reload the van after a gig. 

“You want me to come help?” Steve asked. Eddie sighed, smiling at him warmly, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Guess he might as well, y’know, go act like he’s in the band or something.

“Sweet of you, Stevie, but no. We got this. You just stand there and look pretty.”

Steve crossed his arms as Eddie stepped away from him, immediately missing the warmth. “‘S what I do best,” he joked. Eddie rolled his eyes, trying not to smile, and stepped out into the garage.

January 1st, morning

As it was, anyone too inebriated to go home spent the night in a blanket nest in the boys’ living room, Steve and Eddie included. After blasting through the breakfast of champions that included three full pots of coffee, two packs of bacon, and the last bag of pizza rolls, everyone who didn’t live there or wasn’t dating someone who did started to head out. The band made sure all of their instruments were secure in the back of Eddie’s van and driving duties were passed along to Jeff. 

Steve hugged Robin goodbye after assuring her, repeatedly, that he wasn’t abandoning her for Eddie and he would be back at the apartment later that day, they just needed to get the bike back to Eddie’s weird neighbors and wait for Jeff and Grant to come back with the van.

Steve didn’t know why he didn’t expect Murray to be outside smoking when they got back, but there he was, standing on his porch in slippers and a bathrobe just as he had been the other day. He smiled at Eddie as he passed the borrowed helmets up to him but didn’t say anything. That was… Almost more unsettling than his regular cryptic commentary. It didn’t help that he just kept staring at them as Eddie dug his keys out to let them into the trailer.

“Hey Murray!” Steve yelled, doing the only thing he could think to do to break the weird tension. Eddie looked back at him confused. “I think you guys all owe Alexei some money! He won your stupid bet! I kissed him first!”

“Bet? Steve, what- what fucking bet? You guys had a bet??” Eddie raised his voice as he spoke, the mission of getting into the house as quickly as possible all but forgotten and Murray cackled across the way. “YOU GUYS HAD A BET??”

“Congratulations, boys!” Murray laughed and stubbed his cigarette out.

“How’d you know they had a bet?” Eddie finally opened the door so they could get out of the cold. 

“Oh, Max’s mom got in on it I guess.”

“Susan.”

March 12th

"You have GOT to be kidding me-"

"Eddie, please, it's not that ser-"

"Not that-? Like HELL it’s not that serious!"

"Eds, come on, I'm at work, can't this wait?"

"No! No, Steven, it cannot wait! You just said, OUT LOUD- Y'know what? I'm texting the guys."

"Oh lord… Don’t you have anything else to do right now?"

“Not for twenty minutes, I’m on my lunch break.”

i need you guys to help me settle an argument

Garebear: With who?

steve

Microwave: oh god, whats he doing now?

this man. just looked me in the eyes. and with FULL CONFIDENCE said that brennan lee mulligan is a better dm than matt mercer

Dustpan: I mean, not to add fuel to the fire but… I'm with Steve on this one.

of course you are you little traitor

JIF: Hold up

JIF: Absolutely not

JIF: Brennan's good but he's not THAT good

THANK you

Leia: what was steve's argument?

that brennan is "more entertaining to watch"

literally said critical role was boring

Dustpan: well yeah, Brennan's a comedian. that's literally his whole job.

Wildred: I think he just likes Emily Axford lol

EVERYONE LIKES EMILY AXFORD

Garebear: Tru

Garebear: But

Garebear: I raise you all: Marisha Ray

Garebear: Anyway he's wrong

Grandalf: Well I kinda see where hes coming from Ed. I wont say hes right because they are two very different DMs and they have such wildly different play styles you basically cant compare them

JIF: Dude that's Matt's WIFE be respectful

Leia: damn you got grant to say something in the gc

Garebear: Who are you and what did you do with my bassist

explain

Grandalf: Well it makes sense that Steve would like Brennan more. Like Dustin said he is a comedian and hes entertaining to watch even if you dont know very much about the game. You dont have to know what a stealth check is to know that the box of doom means its important

Microwave: and. he really doesnt know anything.

Grandalf: But Matt and Critical Role as a series are harder to get into and really enjoy without a decent working knowledge of the game. Part of the appeal of the show is Matts skill with the medium and thats totally lost if you dont know D&D

JIF: Grant's got OPINIONS today

Grandalf: And even the way the shows are set up makes Dimension 20 way easier to get into. Theres like 500 hours of Campaign 1 alone. Its intimidating. D20 episodes are shorter and theres way less of them

Grandalf: (End rant)

Wildred: Wow

Garebear: That was really well put, man

Grandalf: And anyway Aabria Iyengar is the actual correct answer

Dustpan: god damn it I knew there was a catch

none of you are any help at all yknow that?

Garebear: I vote dump him. He lacks culture

Dustpan: absolutely do not dump him. Robin and I will never hear the end of it.

… So it was going well.

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aaaaaaa this has been a blast to write thank u everyone for following along! sorry this last chapter took so long to go up, i'm not gonna lie i've been procrastinating editing it nd working on other stuff instead lol

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[puppyslutposting]

Helllllooooooooo pup! 🖼️ It is I, writinganon. So the gym right? The feel of muscles burning under the strain of working??? buh hot to begin with HOWEVER I TEMPT YOU WITH: They've been working out longer than me by a few years. I just recently started working out this August, but my newbie gains are kinda killing it actually x3 (feel free to praise me about it I'll drool heheheheehehehehehe) They take me to the gym and we start with my OT exercises. Wrist curls, 1 set of 30 reps. I'm doing 8 pounds, they're doing 25. I'm panting and struggling through the last ones, they coo and run their free hand on my lower back, patting too hard. The rest of the wrist exercises go about the same, them whispering encouragements in my ear, telling me how hard I've worked for this. Their praises don't make it easy to focus on what I'm supposed to do.

Onto my delts and shoulders for OT. I lay on my stomach for some weighted raises. They caress my trembling arms, telling me just one more. "It burns so bad, please." just one more. "I'm gonna drop it, it hurts." just one more. just one more. just one more. I'm whining and panting, face red from embarrassment and effort. eventually I drop the weights with a grunt. they look at me, satisfied, and sit me up and hand me my water bottle. "Gooood work. Good. Drink, you're starting to sweat, baby." I catch my breath eventually. They look at me with a wolfish grin. they compliment my work, running a hand over my forearm that is SO sore now.

We hit arms next. Curls always suck for me, but they love it. I'm struggling through 10 while they do 35 easily. It's another them standing behind me, looking at me in the mirror. Their eyes raking over my baggy tee and pants. Undressing me with their eyes right there in front of anyone paying attention. Gritting my teeth, I finish up the sets. I watch as they finish theirs. bicep bulging, sweat dripping down their neck. Their sharp exhales are at the top of the movement. it's a show meant for me, and it's working. we rerack the weights, grab some water, then hit the treadmills. They know I like sweat, so they put their sweatshirt back on. They know they'll get me to beg to lick it off later. We run for a while, but my head is already gone from the gym. After what feels like forever, we get off the treadmills and drive home, them feeling up my thigh as they drive.

We get through the door to my room and I jump on them, earning an "oof" as we hit the bed. I'm on them, licking and biting at the exposed skin of their neck. they growl, grabbing my waist and flipping me like I was made of feathers. my hands are pinned above my head, hips pinned under them. I whine. I bite. I thrash. One hand grabs my face through my mouth, forcing it open as they grab my cheeks. I bite down, HARD. They let out a curse and reprimand me. "baaaad puppy. You didn't ask, did you? Bad dog." I whine. I don't like being bad, but I couldn't wait. they see the look on my face and sigh. "you stupid, horny mutt. just can't keep your paws off. I knooow." They shake my bite off. drool strings off it. They flip me so I'm on my stomach, ripping my shirt off in the process. they run a finger over my delts, my lats. it's so soft, lingering for just a moment. "You have gained soo much muscle since we last hung out, y'know. I'm proud of you for all the work you've put in." they lean down and lick between my shoulder blades, eliciting a shiver. their tongue rasps over me, teeth sinking into my shoulders. my sides. my hips. I'm moaning and crying out.

they pull the shorts off, biting my ass and my thighs. they run a finger between my legs, chuckling at how wet it comes back. "do you wanna clean me up, mutt?" I nod furiously. They tell me to beg, and I do. "Please please please let me lick you all over. Please, I'll be soo good pleasepleaseplease." they flip me again so I'm on top of them. I pounce, resuming my licking and biting. i lavish their muscled body with my tongue, murmuring thank yous as I go. I grab and scratch and bite and kiss. huffing wonderful post-workout dom sweat off their skin. What happened from there I'm not sureeee, I just like sweat and physical domination........

😵‍💫 you and me both, anon. Oh my goodness... You must have sold your soul for your writing abilities

God, now you've got me desperate to nuzzle and huff and lick somebody's post-workout sweat. I can't help but to squirm in bed thinking about how lightheaded and wet I would get from the overwhelming, pheromonal musk...

And the gym scene domination? It's not something I've ever even considered but wow... Especially the whole "it burns so bad, I'm gonna drop it"- ughhhh 💕

Thanks again as always for the ask!! Your scenarios never disappoint! Awruff!! :3

[the-violet-void]

y'know what, fuck it. time for some trauma dumping. big CW for child abuse, neglect, and self harm

I'm a victim of the terrible US adoption agency!

I was adopted at the age of three. I only have one memory of my time before being adopted, and it was a happy memory that admittedly has some really concerning connotations, but all I really have to go off was what people told me was reported to CPS and my biological mom denying all of it, so Idk I'll just leave this part of my past untouched for now. maybe it was a good idea to remove us, maybe it was total bullshit, either way there is no reason in hell I should have been given to the family I was given to

first of all, my two older siblings and I were promised that we wouldn't ever be separated, only for me to almost immediately be separated from them, and us put into two separate families in completely different cities

I don't know anything about how my siblings were raised, but they went back to our bio mom almost as soon as they each turned 18, so that doesn't bode well. also apparently their adoptive parents wouldn't let them see me more than like once or twice besides at the rare events where it was unavoidable, so yeah

onto the family I was adopted into

____

My adoptive dad has terrible anger issues. any little thing could set him off. like literally just stopping for a second, because whatever was on TV caught my eye while I was walking past while getting ready for school, was enough for him to yell at me. my mom would warn us when he was coming home from work that he was "in a bad mood" sometimes, which basically meant we better be on our absolute best behavior and not annoy him by telling him the joke I heard on TV earlier that day that I thought was really funny

frequently, he would hit me. his go to was slapping. mind you, not spanking (as bad as that is already). slapping. across the face. it got to a point where I developed a dread of getting out of bed in the morning, because the longer I hid on my top bunk, the longer I could stay away from him. I literally don't have a single memory of a school morning where I wasn't slapped around at some point. 9/10 I didn't even know why it was happening. he would never have a talk with me about why I was being punished, just kinda told me "you know what you did"

one day in like 5th or 6th grade I had enough and after he hit me, I hit him back and said "stop hitting me" and his response was to slap me the hardest he's ever done. I fell to my hands and knees, and after I got back up and walked away, my nose started gushing blood. he'll insist to this day that it was just that I was upset and it was cold outside (we were inside where it was reasonably comfortably warm) but I know for a fact that it was because he knocked something loose in there or something like that.

a girl at school noticed the clot in my nose and asked about it, and I told her what happened. she told an adult on my behalf (without me asking, btw). later that night my dad told me to explain to the principal the next day that it was "just spanking for discipline" and that he wasn't abusing me.

One day I was told to clean my adoptive brother and my shared bedroom, and I said "but that's his mess, why doesn't he have to clean it up? it's not fair" and he screamed at me, saying "you have ten seconds to get up there and get that room clean or I'm kicking your ass into next week, is that fair?" and, because I'm autistic and didn't realize it was a hypothetical, I said "no, it's not". he grabbed me by the collar, shoved my head in the nearby kitchen sink, and started blasting me in the face with the spray nozzle. he kept me down for what felt like forever, and I felt like I was drowning the entire time

when I got into high school, he stopped hitting me as often, but there was that one time my brother refused to clean up after his dog after it diarrhea-ed under my bed (for days on end, and I had to sleep right above it) and instead of making him or punishing him, my dad just told me to do it instead. I refused, and my dad shoved me against the closet door, knocking both it off its slider, and a lot of slats out, and then started pulling on my hair as hard as he could while pushing back on my body. I only got out because I managed to accidentally him in the face while I was flailing in pain and desperation, then ran to the bathroom and looked the door and hid until he calmed down. even after all of this I still had to clean it up myself

in adulthood, it doesn't happen a lot, but we get into fist fights sometimes. mostly now it's "just" verbal stuff, like making offhand comments about my weight (pretending he cares about my health when I call him out for it) for example. also even though the apartment we both lease (I hate this arrangement btw, but there's literally no other option for me rn) is equally under both our names, he insists that he is "king of the house" and that I'm "too autistic" to be in charge, when literally all I want is for us to treat each other as equals

btw I found out recently that in his mind, it's ok for a white person to say the N word (with a hard r and everything) as long as they weren't using it "against anyone" and that he wasn't "scared of a word". also he made a point to use the word as much as possible during that "discussion", with immaculate enunciation each time, far better than he was using for any other word of any sentence. I know this isn't abuse towards me, but I just want you to understand the kind of man I was given to. I will say though, I had asked him previously to try to help me de-escalate when our fights got too heated so they don't turn into fist fights anymore, and guess what he didn't do, and guess what happened

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on to my mom. as a kid she was my preferred parent. but that doesn't mean she was good.

she didn't slap me around, but she would spank me from time to time. this was rare, though there was the time she threatened to pull down my pants and slap me bare-ass naked in front of the entire store

her go to punishments was time-out, fair enough I guess, but she would leave me there way too long imo. honestly I think she would forget she put me there sometimes

there were plenty of times where she would tell me that we didn't have money for a seven dollar Bionicle set or a cheap Transformer or whatever, then add a new Coach purse to her collection a few days later

because of my autism, vegetables taste like poison to me. like, actual literal poison. I can't handle it at all. it makes me dry heave and everything. the bitterant on a Nintendo Switch cartridge is a sweet treat comparatively. I dreaded any time my mom made dinner because it would mean the potential of being given a seving of vegetables of some kind, and if that happened I was fucked, because she wouldn't let me get up until I finished them. she would do this in front of the extended family too, during holiday dinners, and berate me saying "look at all the other kids outside having fun, you could join them if you just eat your vegetables". there was one time I sat at the table until like 9 or 10 pm before she finally left me get up because I just couldn't bring myself to eat it. dinner was at like 5 or 6

when the whole bloody nose thing happened, she guilt tripped me by saying that if I ever told anyone about my dad's abuse again, that all us kids would be taken away, and (seemingly more important to her) that she would loose her job (she works with kids)

I only ever had friends over once in elementary school, for my birthday one year. unfortunately I spent most of that standing in a corner because I said a word that sounded vaguely like a cuss word or something I don't even know what it was about, but it was one of the most embarrassing days of my life. I finally build up the courage to invite friends over, and she does THIS!? yes of course I was made fun of for this at school

as I got older and started thinking for myself (and by that I mainly mean "coming out" as an athiest) she became a whole lot worse. she started finding any excuse to pick a fight with me, and would intentionally escalate me until my "anger issues" came out (in hindsight I know this was Ember coming out to try to defend me) just so she'd have an excuse to punish me by grounding me. she would especially target weekends where I had big plans with my girlfriend at the time.

Idk if this is abuse in some way, but one day I was watching a few episodes of The Addams Family with that girlfriend and I had my arm around her shoulder completely innocently and my mom sees us from the kitchen and pulls me in there and starts berating me for "sexualizing" my gf. I asked what the problem was, that I just had my hand on her shoulder like pretty much any couple does when they're watching something together and she was like "don't lie to me, I know where your hand was". note that this was all still well in earshot of the girlfriend. if I remember correctly we just kinda laughed it off and went back to watching our show

actually, that reminds me. she didn't want me and the girlfriend having sex, or showing physical affection of any kind really, because she didn't want any of the younger kids exposed to it. the sex part I totally get, but like kissing, hugging, and holding hands was too far as well. hell she would get antsy if we even sat on the same piece of furniture. wanna know how she would make sure we weren't having sex? she would send my younger brother to spy on us secretly and report to her if he ever caught us in the act. y'know, the younger brother she didn't want exposed to that sort of thing? to this day that gap in basic logic confounds me

there was this one time when I was just watching Netflix on my 3DS and my sister kinda stole the ability to watch Netflix from me on another device (my mom was only paying for one person to be able to use it at a time) so I let her watch an episode of her show before taking it back. my sister threw a fit over this, and my mom came in and got Ember and me so wound up that E threw a book (not even in anyones direction, and it landed harmlessly on the floor with nary a corner ruffled) and she called the police on me for it. her exact words to the dispatcher was "hello, I would like to press charges on my son..." I went into the kitchen and made her watch me self harm and told her straight up that she and my dad are the reason this happens. she looked at me dead in the eyes and said "I'm not the one holding the knife to your arm"

nowadays we have a sort of unspoken truce, though she refuses to accept that I'm trans or call me by my real name or use my pronouns because I'm autistic so according to her I don't know what I want from life (btw, remember when I said she worked with kids? it's in the mental health field, so by now that should terrify you)

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they were both pretty neglectful. I mean I was fed, clothed (even though I didn't like any of the clothes) and never slept without a roof over my head, but they were emotionally neglectful (mainly I couldn't depend on them to help me when I was upset) and my ability to hold a conversation took a hit because they refused to show any interest in a conversation with me that lasted longer than like 30 seconds or whatever. to this day I still have it internalized that no one cares what I have to say and that I'm a nuisance to everyone around me. I also have a really hard time reaching out to people when I'm need help

I was the scapegoat of the family. any time one of the other kids did something wrong, and my parents weren't around to see it, I would be blamed immediately

when I started self harming in high school, instead of trying to help improve my life, or get to the bottom of why I was doing it, or anything like that, they punished me. I'm pretty sure I was grounded, and they definitely went through my room and took away anything metal, even if it wasn't even sharp at all

one day after moving out I was visiting my parents' house and I saw a notepad back and forth between my fellow adopted sibling and one of my parents, I don't know which one. it was something about them wanting him to do a chore and him not wanting to do it because he felt like shit that day or something. this went back and forth for a few pages until whichever parent it was said "we adopted you. you are our property. you will do what we say". so yeah mask off there, huh?

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I spent most of my childhood hiding in my room playing video games. they became an escape, as well as a way to stay out of my parents' way

I have flashbacks to my dad's abuse frequently. sometimes I'll be so wrapped up in intrusive thoughts playing through my mom's arguments that I'll find myself responding to "her" verbally.

like I mentioned before I have a really hard time believing anyone cares about me

no joke I looked up a symptoms list of CPTSD like a month ago and I found I could tick off every single thing on the list that came up. I talked to my psychiatrist about it, hoping I could get a diagnosis (over time of course, I wasn't expecting it right away), but she kinda dismissed me and told me that I had to talk to a therapist about it, so yeah.

at this point literally all I want is a reasonably comfortable quiet life, maybe sharing a place with a partner or a few, and never having to look at or talk to my adoptive family again. I honestly don't know if I can start healing and bettering myself in any major ways until then

[erysvoleil]

Got annoyed at myself for not elaborating. Long post.

Taylor Hebert (worm): I feel like it's almost impossible to say anything about Bug Freak Prime here that hasn't been said a thousand times already. Absolute top tier Protagonist Who Has Things Wrong With Her, and it's endlessly engaging to both get a real grasp on how she's fucked up, how that impacts her perspective and how she describes/thinks about things, how she bounces off other characters who are by and large also top tier Freaks With Things Wrong With Them, and how she twists into herself over time and stress. Not to mention she's just. Aesthetically cool, and how she uses her powerset is cool and good and creative. Just an absolute 10/10 of a fictional character.

Jessie Ewesmont (twig): There are a lot of problems twig has in comparison to the other "good" wildbow works. It also, however, has jessie, who almost singlehandedly drags the whole book in my reckoning from a very mixed opinion to an overall positive one. Genuinely one of the best-written transgender characters I've ever seen, strong enough to be worthy of that recognition even though her proper weight class is "mediocre fiction written by cishet white guys." There's a lot of reasons for that-the levels of subtext she's working on, that she's the second-most prevalent and fleshed-out character behind the protagonist in a 1.6 million word long book, that her transition is a Thing That Happens in the story instead of being offscreen, that her gender situation is messy and complicated in a way that isn't painted as a bad thing. But beyond that, she's just Good-her dynamic and evolving relationship with said protag, even disregarding the romantic elements, is interesting and fun, her story has a lot of very good moments, etc. etc. etc.

Binah/Garion (lobcorp/ruina): Binah gets here mostly for her lobcorp appearance-like most of the returning characters in ruina, her arc is over and she's mostly just there for the new boy to bounce off of. It doesn't feel ooc, tbf, but she's a lot less entertaining of a character there when she isn't in scp purgatory. In lobcorp though. Before you even meet her, you've already seen her brutally murder two of the other characters in their own backstory flashbacks. Already seen her gleefully kill and maim and gun-to-head threaten some of the earlier cast you may have gotten attached to. And then you go press her story scenes and she's just. This impenetrable wall of passive malice, stonefacedly recounting absolute horrorshows, a facade only breached to smirk at the occasional morbid joke that's come to her. She's trapped in the Torment Nexus like every other lobcorp character but unlike the majority, she's reveling in it-she's pretty much an explicit sadist and seeing Everyone Else (notably, the people who put her here) in Misery is enough to make it worth it to her-or at least to say and act that way. Plus her formal responsibility in the Torment Nexus is tearing monsters out of people's brains, a procedure she claims would drive anyone else insane and she clearly enjoys, so. y'know.

Cylva/Cyella (ffxiv): Augh. I feel like I was such a lorebrain in my xiv days that it's hard to stop myself from just Retelling Her Entire Story, especially since she is so deeply woven into things in the background, but that'd be too long for this sort of thing. I think a lot of what she speaks to is inherent alienation, setting yourself apart from everyone else with the utter conviction that that gap is unassailable. And then once they're all gone, once you've played your game of cutting yourself off because you told yourself you had to, realizing that Fuck, you'd gotten attached-and they'd gotten attached to you, but they're gone now. Forever. And you've gotta live with both failing your little gambit and losing what you've only now realized you had forever. She's such an important character to shb's background narrative and her quests are some of the best writing in a Generally Well-Written expac. I genuinely love the blend of guilt, self-hatred, love for her former companions and conviction she has. But unfortunately you kind of have to be a bit of an insane completionist to see them-so she can't show up even when things directly relevant to her story start being the focus and this was actually the point where I hardline burned out on xiv's narrative. (wasn't feeling it for a bit, tbf)

Esmerelda Weatherwax (discworld): This one's a bit lighter of an opinion than the others previously, but she's come up recently in talking to friends about yazeba's, so she was on the brain. I haven't actually reread discworlds for a bit, but I was big into them as a teenager and Granny Weatherwax here was unironically a role model of mine. Which probably tells you some things about how I was as a teenager If You Know, but shhh. Inevitably, though, she's just a fun character-crotchety old witch who barely even uses magic, getting away with a strong sense of how people work, medical knowledge and sheer, unbending self-control in almost all situations. Plus her bouncing off the Jolly Old Lady that is her Old Witch counterpart is generally quite fun. I should reread wyrd sisters.

Ema Skye (ace attorney): Ema's an interesting one and a large part of why I like her is that she's imo easily the most developed character in aa. A lot of the bigname standbies can't really progress much due to Brand Recognition-this is quite notable in hobo phoenix being reverted nigh-immediately, for instance, but Ema's one of the only ones that feels like she's actually lived through the decade+ the series is supposed to take place in. I'll accept her first appearance is just maya-lite, but the contrast between bright-haired and bushy tailed "I'm Gonna Do Forensics :)" kid to jaded dropout/failure who hates her job post-timeskip is Good, and her starting to put herself together and work back towards those dreams, reclaim a bit of that excitement in 6 feels like a satisfying next step for her character. Now where the fuck's her sister capcom please stop throwing the cool female characters in forever jail.

Samus Aran (metroid): Like a lot of the ones that come from my teenage years, this is a lighter opinion-I don't have any long dissections of her character, I just think she's Cool and Neat. I played the prime games a lot and frankly the vibe of her just going out and Being Alone, doing her job on dangerous planets without really anyone to talk to or rely on or any of that was like. Nice, and particularly nice for me at that time. I feel like a lot of people just call her blank slate because like, yeah, inevitably she is a silent protagonist, but on the other hand she is supposed to be the same person throughout-and at least in terms of primes/dread, you can read a lot into her body language and decision-making and whatnot. But mostly she's just Cool and Neat.

Kohaku (tsukihime): This is another one I feel like it's difficult to say anything that hasn't been said a thousandfold before, but unlike Our Lady of Escalation, I haven't honestly seen most of it. She's a really really strong tragic character, and the degrees of depersonalization she's running on throughout the story are quite the potent read to slowly realize. Her "blood vanished like vapor" speech bounces around the back of my head quite a bit in that department. Plus she's at the center of two Very Strong routes that I rather like for being in conversation with each other. It's a good use of the vn multiple route standard, I think-the tragedy of Where She's Heading, of being dragged down into becoming a predator herself, into self-destructing in a spectacle of indiscriminate, suicidal destruction answered immediately by "but what if she was actually able to get better" work so well as companion pieces to each other. The "what if she got better" doesn't hit nearly as good without knowing just how bad she was doing, how close she is to being That again, and "but what if it could be averted?" is a key part of a lot of tragedy. Plus, a lot of tsuki's writing around sex is pretty juvenile and while I won't claim it's Super Mature with her, it is worthwhile that her sex scenes are actually both Pretty Plot/Character Relevant. It's also nice that in her good ending, it's not One Night of Magic Protagonist Dick that Fixes Her, in either the literal or facetious sense. The connection helps her, certainly, averts the tragic-route deathspiral she's in, but her actual good ending is moving away from it all and roadtripping alone for a bit, which is Good.

Aigis (persona 3): I don't necessarily know if I regret marathoning all three of p3p p4g and p5r in early pandemic years. These games in retrospect piss me off more than anything even if the gameplay loops active my neurons oh-so-well. But on the other hand, this Fucking Robit that's a boring nothing character for 90% of the game's runtime is the most direct personal attack I've ever fucking received. She's genuinely the most resonant depiction of dysphoria that I've seen in anything and that counts for a Lot. And then you get into the whole "views herself as a soulless Executor of the Task she's good at instead of any kind of a Person for Most of Her Life until that's shattered and she has to desperately try to figure out how to put together Being A Person while coming to terms with just how badly she hates herself" thing and hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Another Common Thing I have Commentary on is her internalized homophobia if you romance her as femc-it's funny, especially given atlus's Homophobic Past, Present, and Future, but I feel like I usually see it framed as being ooc, which it isn't. She's having a selfhatred breakdown in that scene and is reaching for any club she can think of bash herself with, that's just one of them.

Airy (bravely default): For some reason I can't get this stupid fucking Cryst-Fairy :) out of my head. She's so good. Not only is Her Being Evil Actually a fun way to play with the jrpg trope she's responding to (marketably scrunklie companion character who knows So Much about the plot,) the way it's revealed is rather nice. She's suspectable for quite a bit before the actual reveal, and the hints get more and more and more blatant as you go on-the game menu's subtitle dropping the FF in Fairy Flies/Flying Fairy is a legendary one, but I don't think I'm ever going to forget the realization that her wings were counting down as I went through the game's back-half loops. That being said, bravely 1 remains my favorite game that I never actually finished so I've never seen her Actual Heel Turn but she's stuck in my head forever so. Plus she's got a really strong and recognizable leitmotiff, which counts for A Lot

Name ten female characters you like, you get zapped if it's jsut a male character you call a babygirl or other feminine nicknames because I can't see people calling Lestat coquette again

[morning-357]

2.1

ok, i made a challenge for myself (thank you friend for aiding me). I was given a basic quest prompt and i had to give it as much lore as i could. y'know who semi-didn't care about the lore? the children. this made me sad. BUT they might be following it due to some (un)subtle hints.

backtrack: they players have been travelling to a tower to fix the land because it is dying. they have to kill three-four bosses who each have a shard of crystal (or smt) inside of them and put them together. if they dont, guess they'll be happy starving -\(:])/- sent by a dude named danbar the old

characters:

dragonborn fighter/sorcerer with a silly name

warlorck/wizard who changes every five seconds into looking different (changeling)

lizardfolk ranger/rogue who eats humand (exclusively) over the age of 20 and with the consent of the party

elf druid/rogue who was described to me as a "weirdo" with a rat-bat-bird thing with a little top hat with a bow (#westanandreathemalerat-bird #hesjustalittleguy)

dragonborn bard/rogue who is gay and traumatized (according to player)

aasimar cleric/monk who is giving renaissance fair (played by one of my kids from last week! she played the taylor-swift-bard-changeling)

these children...

*i have thoughts but i will not put them here. they just need to work on communicating and not talking over each other. they are good kids and i like them all*

try to kill a random child who i gave an UWU voice to

enter a town and traumatize a bartender who is overworked and underpaid

get told the lore (creepy eye dude came, had everyone leave the town, sucked into this flesh-blood-bone tower)

they name eye-dude "drakus the second" (after drake -_-)

i get them to do that color memory game to enter the tower (they did quite well and worked together-ish! 6.8/10)

enter

check blood and broken furniure

learn lore (will be a seperate post)

evenually, the ranger gets it in his head to do what the carvings on the wall (lore) were doing

before that moment, i had not considered this element. it immediately became my new game plan. i will give them hints on how to defeat beasts. if they dont try to work together with their different skill sets... welp. :(

no one believed him (i had to make strong hints)

same guy stole a tea cup and found rose-bud to be a good flavor

my plan for tmr? get them to kill a spider, learn about a greed-creature-thing (sent monster recomendations: think gluttony, greed, wealth, self obsession, etc.)

wait... that kinda sounds like a dragon... hmm... is that too easy?

In conclusion:

[escapenightmare]

11:04 PM — IZUKU MIDORIYA.

“izuku?”

he shifts on the couch, moving from laying his head on the pillow to the arm rest. you call his name again, and he hums in his sleep, holding the pillow he had to his chest tighter and sighing. you didn't want to wake him up; he's been getting too little sleep lately, and it was taking a toll on him. izuku had promised to take a nap while you were out but judging by the number of textbooks and notes that surrounded him, you assumed he'd fallen asleep while studying.

sighing yourself, you put your bag down by the coffee table, picking up the books scattered across the couch as well as the floor and setting them next to your bag.

“izuku . . . babe.”

you place a hand on his cold cheek as you call out to him. as much as you wanted to let him sleep, you didn't want him to wake up with a back ache tomorrow morning, or fall off the couch during the night. izuku was a light sleeper in most scenarios, but if he loses a lot of sleep, he could sleep for more than 10 hours straight to make up for the lost sleep.

you rub your thumb against his soft, freckled cheek, making him instinctively- even in deep slumber, bring his hand up and place it on top of yours as he mumbles, “b-babe?”

“yeah, 'zuku?” you smile at the tone of his voice, how happy he sounded even half asleep.

“did you-” he cuts himself off with a yawn, bringing his other hand up to cover his mouth. he drowsily opens his eyes, trying to keep them open while completing his question, “-have dinner yet?”

it's sometimes annoying how he's the worst at taking care of himself, but when it comes to you he's always making sure you're eating, staying hydrated and taking breaks.

you look into the green eyes that you've learned to love and adore, “not yet, love. did you?”

“no . . .” izuku trails off as he manages to sit up, and you move your hand from his cheek to his hair, brushing away the strands from his forehead. “i wanted to wait for you to come back, so we could have eat together.”

you sneak a glance at the clock, “it's past 11pm now-”

“i know,” he accepts the hand you held out and lets you pull him to his feet. “but it feels weird to eat without you there.”

“you still have to eat y'know?” you mumble back, letting him wrap his arms around your waist and set his head on your shoulder. “come on, let's get you to bed.”

“.... but i have to study more, and you didn't eat yet.”

“i know, i know.” you pull him towards the bedroom, “i'll bring our food to the bedroom, and i'll quiz you on some units while we eat, 'kay?”

“okay,” you can practically hear the soft, loving smile filled with adoration that's on his face. “i'll go and wash my face.”

“sure, don't fall asleep in the washroom though.”

only the real ones will reblog! <3

[destinysbounty]

Oh nooo I have two new Ninjago OCs, whatever will I dooooo

Anyway their names are Nato and Kascha, and I've only had them for a day but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Details under the cut!

Nato (left/top) is a weary Ninjago City resident who's been here for several years and has pretty much seen it all at this point. She works a concerning amount of odd jobs - builder, mover, bus driver, tour guide, waitress, line cook, janitor...you name it, she's probably done it. She got bitten by a Fangpyre a while back, and while she managed to have the transformation mostly reversed she does still have some patches of scales scattered all over her body and her eyes are still a weird shade of green. She doesn't hold it against the snake responsible though, and they're actually on pretty good terms now. She is worryingly nonchalant about everything, and highkey disassociates to cope with living in Ninjago City. She's also a Darkley's student, but dropped out a year before Lloyd enrolled so they just barely missed each other. This probably factors into her inability to be phased by literally anything.

Kascha (right/bottom) is originally from Metalonia, but recently moved to Ninjago City to study history, so she is super involved in the academic scene. She's really into, like, history, and archaeology, and linguistics, and all that. Linguistics is her specialty, and as such she actually has a better grasp on Ninjargon than a lot of Ninjagians. But also she's very new to Ninjago City, and is very much NOT used to all the apocalypses happening on a weekly basis. Very panicky, on edge, and is constantly exasperated with Nato's nonchalance. She often used to visit Ninjago as a tourist in her childhood (her dad is a Metalonian trade ambassador so they had to travel a lot), and she ended up falling in love with Ninjagian culture. Of course, she is quickly discovering that being a tourist and being a resident are two very, VERY different experiences. Also she has a lot of metal jewelry, because y'know, her dad works for a metal export company. One time she broke a creepy porcelain vase while at a gift shop on one of her many trips abroad, and the shopkeeper cryptically told her that whoever breaks it will find themselves living "an eventful life" - and in retrospect she's like 70% sure that's why her life is so chaotic. There is a non-zero chance the SoG fiasco might have been caused by her curse, and she's not sure what to do with that information.

(For various reasons I am choosing to interpret the deserty wasteland Metalonia is shown to be in Korgran's flashback as being a more rural area, while Karlof and Kascha are from more urban regions. The fact that Karlof used to build Roto Jets suggests Metalonia is fairly industrial, at least in certain areas. It's probably similar to Ninjago in that way - major metropolitan areas act as major hubs of technological advancement and industry, while large portions of the country remain consistently and noticeably less so. Korgran comes from a more rural region, Kascha is from a big city, and Karlof is probably from a semi-industrial area like a factory town or something. Anyway, that's enough from me about worldbuilding theories.)

The fun thing about these two is that they're basically just kinda vibing in the background of all the canon plot while sometimes accidentally causing the plot. For example: Kascha interned under Dr. Saunders and was the one who set up the Yin Blade's clearstone display, and also helped put together the Hall of Villainy exhibit. Their hijinks caused the traffic jam that led to Pixal, Cole, and Zane being late for the boat ceremony in the beginning of season 10. Nato gave Vinny the idea to give Garmadon a plant, meaning she's indirectly responsible for Christofern. Kascha's cat gets possessed by Morro for a bit. They somehow join the Sons of Garmadon for a hot minute but purely by accident. They end up kinda adopting avatar!Harumi post-s12, but that was also an accident. Also Okino lives with them for a while. Nato and Tox are bitter exes. Kascha was also supposed to be on the expedition to the Island of the Keepers, but she overslept and missed the boat. They live in the same apartment complex as Dareth and were some of the first customers at Laffy's before it got overrun by SoG.

As I mentioned before, Morro ends up possessing their cat at one point due to reasons that are most definitely their fault. That is, they broke his Hall of Villainy mannequin, and thanks to all sorts of convoluted magic rules this led to his spirit returning to the material plane and becoming trapped in the nearest living thing - that is to say, Kascha's cat. I'd like to think their first encounter goes a little something like this -

Kascha: Let me get this straight. The ghost of that one emo teen who destroyed a small coastal village last year apparently had his soul tethered to a random mannequin at the museum - so when we broke the manenquin, your soul got trapped in the nearest living thing. So now you're, what, stuck possessing my cat for the rest of time? Morro: Trust me, I don't like this either. As soon as I figure out how to un-possess this stupid body and get back to the Departed Realm, I'm gone. Nato: ...so...do we still have to get the cat neutered, or...? Morro: NO Kascha: That's your takeaway from all this?! Nato: What? It's a valid question!

Of course, Morro still sticks around even after they exorcise him from the cat because why not, because they're his friends now and maybe getting a second chance at life isn't so bad after all. That being said, he's not keen on interacting with the ninja at all, and has no intention of making his presence known to them. So yeah, Morro is 100% hanging out in the background without any of the ninja finding out and he wants to keep it that way.

The running joke is that Nato and Kascha keep encountering various background/supporting characters, and keep almost meeting the ninja but never actually do (except that one time Sascha had a late-night conversation about the meaning of life with Zane at the grocery store, but didn't realize who she was talking to until two days later). Like, they'll interact with pretty much every canon character except the ninja themselves, often just barely missing opportunities to meet them in increasingly convoluted ways. So many of their shenanigans directly influence the main plot but they just straight-up never realize this. They're just out here causing AND solving problems completely on accident, all the time. Ultimate chaos duo. Just a couple of oblivious dumbasses stumbling into the plot but without even realizing it.

Also! This is very important to me. Their dynamic is essentially "I'd follow you to hell but I just wish you'd stop going there" but in both directions simultaneously. They may be each other's ride-or-die, but that doesn't mean they're happy about it.

[anonymusbosch]

Toys for the rich that can cost less than a new Toyota Camry - before tax credits? You can get a brand new Chevy Bolt for $19k, cheaper than most sedans.

Even the cheapest Tesla, with federal tax credit, is $33k - that's $4k cheaper than a new Honda Odyssey (the classic mom van).

Electric cars give you range estimation. They also lie to you and save an extra 10-20 miles after their range estimates hit zero- after this you can't drive at highway speed and the car will drive slower and slower until you stop. You don't just run out. It depends on the manufacturer how exactly this is handled, but the car should be giving you tons of warnings well before you're in trouble. (And in OP's hypothetical, if you're on a mountain, driving downhill will recharge the battery.)

Yes, PV panels are not practical. This is largely because, as OP acknowledges, the area available vs the power density of sunlight is not great. Realistically, you can get about 200 W/m2 in strong sun and warm temps at solar noon with the panel facing the sun directly (which the panel on a roof of a car can't do unless many other things have gone wrong already). That's enough for - depending on the car - up to about one mile per hour per meter of panel in the best possible conditions. Which is something! Sometimes!

BUT it also costs money, adds reliability issues, introduces another potential expensive repair, only can help in some circumstances, and addresses an issue that (1) few drivers should be encountering and (2) the car tries quite hard to prevent you from reaching, which is why it's mainly super-luxury EVs that do it. It's flashy, expensive, and mostly useless.

1) Money. Normal solar panels that go on houses or in solar farms are mass-produced in standard shapes and sizes with standard frames and connections. They have standard quality and testing benchmarks that they've passed and they can more or less be made by the multimillions per year for barely more than the cost of raw materials. It's possible to shape thin solar cells to the roof of a car, which is, y'know, how some EVs do it, but it's far more expensive. The tools are bespoke and low-volume, you can't use the same cheap flat glass and standard aluminum framing, you have to re-test that it can stand up to rain and small hail and heat and high wind and all the other onslaughts that come with being on the roof of a car. The (optional) solar roof on a Hyundai Ioniq 5 adds >$1,000 to the purchase price while returning to you - at best - a whopping 3 miles per day if parked in full sun. Hyundai also offers solar cells on the most expensive Sonata hybrid - which will get you less than half a mile ler hour in full sun, but will set you back an extra $5,000. Cars that offer more than a few miles' worth per day are generally concept cars that'll set you back $100k or more, total, for up to ~40 miles. Cells are expensive and they don't gain you much.

2) Reliability and repair. On top of the purchase price, it's way more expensive to replace a panel with busted cells than to swap out a plastic body panel. There's more that can go wrong in assembly, it's harder to get replacement parts if you're in a crash, etc.

3) Solar panels are less effective when hot. When they're in the desert with free air circulation, that's one thing - if they're on top of the heat box that's a parked car? That's another. Much of the heating of a parked car happens through the windshields/windows (that's why putting a reflector up can drop the interior temps by 20 deg F or more). A parked car has the virtues of making the panels less efficient by tilting them away from the sun and heating them up. Batteries also cannot (safely) charge when over or under a limit temperature which varies with their chemistry. If you've heard a parked EV gently humming in the cold or heat, it's running its heat or AC to keep the battery at a safe temperature. This uses energy. So no, you may not even have more range at the end of a day of sitting in the sun - because energy is being used to keep the battery in its safe temperature range.

4) Many current consumer-affordable EVs can regain >100 miles of charge in less than 20 min on a fast charger and even >50 in 5 minutes.

5) If you're regularly cutting it that close on charging, you're really hurting your battery. You should not be doing that. Batteries degrade much faster when discharged to 0% than they do when discharged down to 20%. This has to do with the chemistry of the batteries and I can't go into huge detail here, but it's a similar phenomenon as why draining your regular car battery beyond its min state can destroy it permanently. Your battery will last far longer if you charge and discharge it small amounts more frequently than if you take it down to 0 and back to 100%. This is also true for e.g. laptop and phone batteries.

6) you CAN get electricity and bring it back. it's called a portable battery. some roadside service providers carry them. you can buy one. if your roadside service provider doesn't offer this, they can tow you home, which is far less expensive than a whole solar roof and far faster than waiting for two days for your car to charge.

even though people regularly have to get gas cars jumpstarted because they left the headlights on and the starting battery died - or because it got cold - and even though gas cars get hot in the sun, we do not cover gas cars in solar panels. because it's far more expensive and technically troublesome than it's worth.

Okay also I’ve been driving electric cars long enough now to be really emphatic that the fact that they’re not all automatically built with solar panels in the roofs is a scandal.

And somehow almost every time I tell anyone this they roll their eyes and attempt to explain to me that this would not create a perpetual motion machine because of the limitations of the area relative to the power draw of the motor, which is incredibly annoying because that’s not the point.

Yes it’s possible that driving in the sunshine with a solar collector dripping into the battery would net you a little more mileage on that trip before needing recharge, but the usefulness of a solar-topped electric car is that if you drive it someplace–say, to work–and leave it outside in the sun all day, you’ll definitely have more range available by the time you’re ready to head home.

Also if you fuck up your calculations because of the inefficiency induced by cold weather or something and get yourself stranded without anywhere to charge, like halfway up a mountain or, more likely, six miles from home, you can call for rescue or walk away, come back later, and it’ll be able to move again.

This is important because unlike running out of gas you can’t really go get some electricity.

[mercy-burning]

Laundry Day

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader and Spencer meet again in the laundry room and decide to have some fun. PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / EPILOGUE Category: Smut 18+ (oral sex- male and female receiving, unprotected penetrative sex, slight exhibitionism?/potential of getting caught, slight degradation) Warnings: sex, language. (As always, if there’s anything I missed, let me know what I should include in warnings. I want to be as mindful as I can about what I post. Thank you!) Word Count: 3k

Note: Surprise!! I was going to wait to post this on Saturday but Taylor Swift had me feeling like dropping a surprise, what can I say? 😂 Anyway, I wasn’t going to make another part to Pretty Please, but for one thing, it did way better than I was expecting, so thank you all for your kind comments and tags! And also, @rainsong01 mentioned something that gave me an idea for a laundry room scenario, so you can thank them for this one! I had so much fun writing this and I hope you like it! Thanks for all the love! 🥰

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Y/N hated laundry day.

There was nothing more boring to her than loading clothes into the washer, waiting, then loading them into the dryer, waiting, and then folding them and putting them away, not to mention the laundry room was kind of dingy and felt like being in a gross, scary basement.

Thankfully though, years of living in the same building had given Y/N a pretty decent schedule of when the laundry room was empty. It wasn't like she disliked talking to people, but laundry made her cranky enough, and the last thing she wanted was human interaction, making small talk with building residents that acted like they cared to know about everyone else's business.

So it was Friday night, 7 pm, which meant that depending on if she had to work, the only other person in the laundry room would be Olivia from down the hall, someone Y/N had only had a few conversations with, either in the laundry room or on the way out the door.

She walked in, silently thanking the laundry gods after hearing complete and utter silence as she made her way to the washer and dryer to the far left of the room. Then she reached into her pocket and realized she forgot her phone. Cursing, she settled on basking in the silence as she loaded her clothes in the washer one by one, at least grateful that no one would be bothering her with pointless small talk.

Until she heard the door open, as if the laundry gods decided they were angry at her. She tried not to outwardly groan, hoping that whoever it was would just say, "Hello," and leave it at that. Or better yet, not say anything at all and let her do her own thing. So she closed the washer and entered the quarters, knowing that it would be a long ten minutes. She could have went back upstairs to her apartment and waited there if she really wanted to, or grabbed her phone at least, but it felt like it would have been pointless, and so she just hoped it wouldn't be awkward.

Maybe I'll just go walk around the building aimlessly for 10 minutes.

But the laundry gods had other plans, apparently.

"Y/N?"

She turned around and saw none other than Spencer Reid, clutching a large cloth bag, presumably filled with laundry.

"Spencer? Hi," Y/N greeted, a small blush forming on her cheeks. The two of them hadn't really talked since their... escapade about a month ago. Most of the time Spencer was at work, but whenever he was home there hadn't been anymore thin wall scenarios or overhearing something she shouldn't. They'd seen each other in the hallway a few times, winking as they passed, but that was it. Y/N had to wonder if maybe it was just a once-in-a-lifetime thing, being absolutely fucked into oblivion by your neighbor so good that you couldn't walk for two days.

Thinking about it made her cheeks burn hotter, so she cleared her throat and only slightly avoided eye contact. "I thought you did your laundry on Sundays?"

Spencer shrugged, walking over to the machine set next to hers. "Normally I would, but I just got back from work and I needed clean clothes. It's... pretty empty in here right now."

"Oh. Yeah, that's why I do my laundry on Friday nights whenever I can. Everyone's either out or staying in relaxing. Laundry's already boring enough, right, who needs annoying small talk?"

He laughed, opening the washer and putting in some of his clothes. "Touché."

Y/N wasn't really sure what to say after that, so she sat on top of the washer and crossed her legs, swinging them a little as she waited.

"Look, I know you've already given your stance on annoying small talk, but... What are your plans for the weekend?" Spencer asked, and she turned her head to meet his gaze, immediately feeling butterflies in her stomach.

"Um... Not a lot, really. Other than some grocery shopping and a few other small errands, I was going to have dinner with my mom on Sunday for her birthday. We might have to cancel though because she might have to go into work, but we'll see... What about you?"

He shook his head. "I don't have anything planned unless I get called into work either."

"Oh... Well, if you ever feel like having some company, you know where I live," she joked.

Spencer laughed. "I might just have to take you up on that. Things at work have been kind of... stressful."

Despite her better judgement, she smirked. "I seem to recall a similar conversation between the two of us not that long ago, Bud. You're not trying to fuck me again, are you?"

She just couldn't help herself. Admittedly she was a little worried she was too forward, but in the end it paid off, because he turned to look at her, shutting the washer and grabbing quarters from his pocket. "Would it be so wrong of me if I wanted to?"

The low tone of his voice made Y/N clench her legs tighter together, her mind racing with all the things that could happen in the next few days, the next few minutes even... She thought back to the last time he'd fucked her, seeing his face between her legs as he completely unraveled her. She felt herself growing wet at the thought.

"Absolutely not," she finally managed to respond. She hoped he would come over to her in a few long strides, pulling her in and kissing her right there, but instead he simply said, "Hmm," and turned back to his machine, putting in quarters.

He could have been playing games with her again, but she didn't want to take the chance. So she grew bolder and leaned back on her hands, puffing out her chest to the air and tilting her head to the side, letting her hair fall and exposing her neck to him. "Well, we have some time to spare, babe. What do you say we make the most of it?"

She was genuinely surprised to see him blush and freeze in his tracks, fumbling with the last few quarters as he inserted them into the machine and started the timer. "R-right now?"

"Duh," she replied, giggling.

"Somebody could come in... O-or hear us." A twinge of worry dripped from every syllable as he spoke, and though Y/N's first instinct was to apologize for suggesting it and letting it go, she thought better of it after remembering what got them into this situation in the first place.

So she scoffed. "Oh, please. You weren't the least bit worried about someone hearing us before. Y'know... When you promised to fuck me so hard I would scream your name and everyone could hear, and then I did? And besides, even if someone walked in right now, they'd probably just leave and come back later. People probably have sex with each other in here all the time."

"I doubt that, this place is filthy. Hardly the right setting for something so... intimate," he replied more clearly, obviously trying to win this argument. Though, something told Y/N he really was a little bothered about how dirty the laundry room was.

She shook her head. "You and I both know that what we did wasn't intimate. It was downright filthy, so if anything it works perfectly for where we are."

"Y/N, I don't know..." He chewed on his bottom lip and shuffled on his feet, refusing to look at her.

"Well, I'm not gonna force you to do anything you don't want to do, obviously, but... You can trust me. I've been doing my laundry here basically every Friday night since I moved here, and since Olivia is working tonight, she won't be here, and neither will anyone else."

"Well, I showed up, didn't I? Anything could happen."

She sighed, a little tired of arguing but still wanting to win. Her body tingled and practically ached at the sight of him, needing to feel his touch yet again. Maybe it was slightly pathetic, but if there was just the slightest chance that he would fuck her like that again, she had to try her damnedest.

So she had another trick up her sleeve, silently praying to the laundry gods that they would take pity on her and grant her this one thing. "You're right, but don't you think that you coming down here just moments after me was bound to happen? Like after everything we've experienced, we were always meant to have a quickie in the laundry room of our apartment building?"

He genuinely seemed to think about it for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. "Truthfully I think it's more of a coincidence than anything that we showed up here at the same time."

There's your chance, Y/N, don't fuck it up, she thought to herself, hoping that with the seductive tone in her voice and the puppy dog look in her eye, it would be enough to get her what she wanted. "I was joking. Of course it's a coincidence, I just want you to fuck me."

He only stayed silent, fiddling with his hands and his eyes flicking between her and the floor before he caught her eye. In another attempt to entice him, Y/N batted her eyes and slowly spread her legs wide, scooting back a little so she could rest her heels on the top of the washer. "Don't you want to fuck me into the washing machine, baby?"

That was the last straw, the thing that pushed Spencer over the edge. He whispered, "Fuck it," to himself before striding over to her and cradling her face in his hands, bringing her to him and kissing her hard. She initially yelped at how harsh he was, but after a second she melted into him, leaning forward and bringing him closer.

She tried to wrap her legs around his torso, but he grabbed them by the ankles and kept them spread open, pulling away to look into her eyes. "Keep 'em open, pretty girl." The old nickname made her whimper, just like he knew it would, and his gaze burned into hers hotly for a few seconds before he bent down, kissing her inner thigh just below the hem of her shorts. She sighed as he trailed his lips and tongue along every inch of skin, switching to the other leg and giving it the same attention until he was ready for more.

Rather than pulling off her shorts and underwear, Spencer simply pushed the fabrics aside and immediately licked a long, flat strip up her pussy, to which Y/N sharply inhaled and reached out, grabbing his hair. He explored her just as thoroughly as he had the last time, his fervor unmatched and absolutely intoxicating as he pushed himself closer and closer, practically living between her legs. Due to the short time constraint and fear of getting caught, he didn't waste time teasing her, and he seemed determined to finish before the buzzing of the washer signaled clean clothes.

Naturally though, he couldn't not tease her, so just as she was about to finish with his lips wrapped around her clit, he pulled away and left her breathless and frustrated.

"Really? We're doing this again?" she huffed, pouting.

Spencer unbuckled his belt and raised his eyebrow. "All in due time, sweetheart. Come here."

Unsurprisingly, she did what she was told, jumping off the washer and waiting further instructions. It didn't take long for Spencer to move, only a few seconds passing by before he turned her around and pushed her against the washer, to which she instinctively bent her torso over it. She gripped the sides of it tightly as he ran his hands up her shirt and caressed her back, eventually using one hand to grip her waist and the other to lift her leg up, setting it on the washer. She readjusted, reaching her hands forward to grip the top of it as he slid his hand down her leg and toyed with the fabric of her shorts.

"Listen carefully," he said, causing Y/N's heart to pound harder in her chest. "I'm clean. Are you?"

"Yes," she stated simply, loud and clear, though adding a hint of desperation as to hopefully speed the process along. She knew this communication was important, but damn if she didn't just want to be railed into next week already.

"Birth control?"

She swallowed nervously, hoping it wouldn't change his mind. "I'm not on it."

"Noted," is all he said, before deftly moving her shorts and underwear to the side and slamming into her with no warning. She yelped, leaning her head back as he pounded into her, the cold metal of the washing machine digging into her skin. It was the best kind of painful pleasure, only made better when he gripped her hair into a makeshift ponytail and yanked her to him, deepening his angle inside of her and hitting that sweet spot every time.

"Spencer, I'm..." She could barely breathe, and she loved it, already feeling herself start to unravel.

"Close already, pretty girl?" he purred in her ear, right before pressing a wet kiss to her neck as he craned her head to the side for better access. "Figures... You've always been so easy to please. Such a good, needy little slut for me, huh?"

Y/N groaned at the new name, and it spurred him forward, encouraging him to push them both further into the washing machine as he moved his hips harder. "Please," she gasped, only seconds away from losing herself.

"Tell me what you want," he growled in her ear.

She squeezed her eyes shut and spoke as clearly as she could, not caring how loud she was being. "I wanna cum! Please, Spencer, please!"

"Do it," he grunted, giving her a few more deep, purposeful thrusts to aid in her high. "I got you, pretty girl." That's what did it for her. She yelled out as her body tensed and her walls fluttered around him, everything absolutely burning and blinding until eventually she was spent.

Spencer held himself inside of her for a few seconds, bringing himself closer to the edge before he roughly pulled out and away, leaving Y/N empty and alone. She was tired as hell and completely fucked out, but still she wanted more than anything to help him, ever the needy little slut, as he'd so eloquently called her. So she turned around, peeling herself away from the washing machine and dropping to her knees in front of him, not waiting for him to say anything.

She promptly leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around his cock, wasting no time hollowing her cheeks and setting a fast pace sucking him off. It had somewhat taken him by surprise, but he welcomed it, gathering her hair away from her face and watching as she went to work, practically worshipping the ground he stood on. Eventually she pushed herself all the way forward, allowing him to hit the back of her throat. Instead of pulling back to breathe, she held herself there and gagged, looking up at him with tears in her eyes before removing herself, taking two deep breaths, and going right back to work.

"Look at you," he mused, his voice barely there but with enough volume that allowed Y/N to hear him. "You look so good, pathetic and choking on my cock. Such a good fucking girl, fuck—"

In no time he was gripping her hair tighter and his breathing started to falter. Y/N held herself still as he came in her mouth, most of it hitting the back of her throat and all of it coating her tongue. She moaned around him, blinking tears away and running her hands over his ass until he pulled away from her and let go of her hair.

Standing up, Y/N swallowed most of his cum but purposely let some of it spill out of her mouth and down her chin, to which she used her middle finger to scoop it up and slide it back into her mouth. She kept eye contact with him the whole time, watching as his tongue flicked over his bottom lip before he bit it softly.

Once she was done cleaning herself up, Y/N ran a hand through her hair and smiled. "See, that wasn't bad at all. No trouble."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure the only trouble is you. Eavesdropping, making me fuck you in a semi-public place, et cetera..." He laughed as he pulled his pants up and re-adjusted himself as though nothing had happened.

"Don't act like you don't like it," Y/N teased, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing a deep kiss to his lips. He laughed against them, pulling her closer by her waist and resting his hands there when she pulled away.

As if to signal the end of their... whatever they were going to call it, Y/N's washer buzzed and she turned around to attend to her laundry. As she transferred the clothes from the washer to the dryer, Spencer came up behind her and brushed the hair away from her neck.

"You know, I wasn't trying to be mean or anything when I... called you a slut. I would never want to be mean to you or anything, and I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable."

Y/N almost laughed, amused again by how dominant he was during sex but then immediately a big 'ol softie once it was over. It was such a fun contrast, and truthfully, as much as she loved his dominant side, she wanted to see more of his softer one. So she turned around to meet him and caressed his cheek, smiling kindly. "I know you don't mean it to be mean. It was hot. And I appreciate you checking up on me, it's sweet. You're sweet."

Before he could say anything, his washer buzzed. So he settled on leaning forward, kissing her cheek, and walking away to do his laundry.

The two of them worked in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's company until they realized they both had to wait for the dryer. 20 minutes.

"Round two?" he asked her with a mischievous grin.

Y/N returned it and took a step towards him when the door opened, laundry gods be damned.

"Oh, hey guys!" Olivia from down the hall chirped as she walked in, striding to her own station.

At least they had the rest of the weekend.