#risa shut up

[sapphoseraphim]

Season two of Blood of Zeus is such a massive disappointment, but I guess I'll finish it just to see what happens

[cathy-plus-e]

white Latinos shouldn’t exist

I'd take the time to think about what you're saying, but you're anonymous so I don't really care... And you didn't even explain why

I'm going to care less if it's related to people's skin tones and nationalities

[whileyoureinschoolidothisallday]

me: -still has to do a lot of prep stuff for a job app on friday-

My brain: If you don't let me hang out with touya (write) I'm gonna kill us both

[sashiavi]

my pretty bestie put this filthy idea into my head with their amazing new Sambastian x Reader Fic - I'm begging you to read it ♡♡

This is lowkey a response to it but it can be stand alone maybe I think-

Stardew Valley Sam x Reader x Sebastian

Warnings : 18+ Smut | threesome | sloppy seconds | afab reader | bit of spit | breeding | creampie | not beta read its 1am and risa has a migraine rahah >:) ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ¹.³k

Yoba, weren't you just a treat. Sam couldn't stop the filthy dribble of words that leaked from his lips, undermining you to just his little sweet thing.

All pretty and fucked out on Sebastian's crinkled sheets, cheeks flushed, chest heaving hard while you smile so sweet and stupidly at him. Your head lulls in Sebastian's lap, thoroughly blissed with the brutal fucking he'd laid out barely moments before. Sam palms his hands over the soft flesh of your thighs, warm fingers now cool in comparison to your hot skin. He spreads your legs, hushing down any mindless resistance you may have for him.

"S' my turn now- Yeah?" Sam practically slurs. A breathless chuckle comes from the other man; Sebastian, effortlessly shifting you up for Sammy, holding you for him, showing you off.

Sam nearly moans at the sight of your juicy, ruined cunt. Drooling with Sebastian's thick and creamy cum, already making a sticky mess down your gooch. Eloquent as ever, Sam.

The twinge in his cock forces a hot dribble of pre out of his pudgy head, the poor boy struggles to snap his mouth shut, breathing out in a low 'ohh'.

"You gonna stare at her-? or fuck her?" Sebastian can't help but tease, two fingers coming down in a V shape, outlining the creamy mess of your cunt for Sam. The keening whine you give him forces his eyes to roll, chin tipping upward to swallow down the building saliva, pooling up under his tongue. Your body retracts back into Sebastian's, still somehow embarrassed despite being rooted in front of Sam barely moments before.

"Give her a kiss, Sammy" Sebastian cooes again, ego surely inflated as if Sam hadn't had his own lips on him while the brooding asshole had you fucked stupid between them. Despite Sebastian's teasing he obliges, swatting haphazardly in the other's direction, getting up close to your swollen bitten lips. His cock catches against the swollen lips of your cunt as his tongue takes to your mouth. He kisses you hard, teeth biting into your lips, catching onto your tongue to suckle and bite at while his hips crane into your own.

"S-sham-!" You slur on his lips, words coated in drool, spitting from your lips when you try to talk. Sam smushes your lips in another kiss, urging you right back into lapping on his tongue.

Fuck, he could stick it right in right now. Juuust angle his hips right and slip into that tight, wet little hole his beloved friend had so graciously stretched up for him. Sam's cock was fat and meaty and he knew it, drooping down, barely even standing tall when he was fully hard. His pudgy head smears all the yummy goop dribbling from your cunt. He groans when you lean into him, licking back into his mouth, tilting your hips up for him to snag on to your pussy.

His fat tip finally, finally pushes in, thick mushroom head locking into the milky squeeze of your hole.

"That's it, Baby- Thaaat's it.. Fuck. Oh fuck..." Sam whines against your lips, tongue back in your mouth as he eagerly humps against your sticky pussy. Sebastian groans behind you, hands on your tits already, pinching and twiddling at your nipples, squeezing and groping at the soft swell of your chest.

Fuck, you were sloppy on his cock, gushy fucking pussy leaving a thick, creamy ring around him. Yoba he wants you to squeeze him, keep all that fucking cum up inside you, use him to push it all back in.

Sam pops off of your lips with a loud smack, throwing his head back, working his hips with such a feat of heated passion, languid in his movement. Godamn he'd been missing out, watching Sebastian steal away your precious pussy from him, finally it was his fucking turn. Sam braces his hands on your hips, digging his blunt fingernails into your skin, pinning your pussy down for him to mount and grind into.

He watches your head throw back on to Sebastian's shoulder, throat vibrating with a high whine, pretty tears pebbling in your under eye.

"Sammyyyy~" You moan into Sebastian's ear, your teeth connected with a shiny strand of drool when you open up your mouth. The other man tuts, underlined with an undeniable sense of mock affection, cooing a little 'awhh' into your cheek, dangerously faux. His veiny hand trails up your body, lengthy fingers hooking under your throat. He practically yanks your head down, the tips of his fingers threatening to pop your jaw out.

"Watch him, Baby." Sebastian's voice drops to a low growl. Sam can't help but also follow his instructions, craning his head down to watch his fat, chubby length squish in and out of your swollen and pudgy pussy. Fuck, that creamy bubbly slick dribbling all over the place, sticking to his balls in stringy webs everytime his hips snapped right into your own. God he can't help but spit on it, adding to the absolute mess in your lap, hot globs of drool right on your perky budding clit while he fucks you into his best friend's lap.

"Fuck- Shit m' close.." Sam ups his pace, eyes never leaving the hot swell of your stretched up hole, wrapping so, so fucking prettily around his girth. Sebastian's other hand creeps down your torso, toying with your belly, purposely running his fingers down in comical steps right down to that slick and spit covered clit of yours.

Sammy-! Seb- f..fUCK!" Your little voice cries when Sebastian finally rubs mean, tight circles into your clit, pace chaotic and all too much for you to handle quietly. Your moans grow louder, practically echoing through Sebastian's basement room, your legs trying and failing to snap back together, permanently caged apart by Sam's hips.

Sam could tell you were coming close- and godamn did it feel good, that subtle quiver, squeezing on his cock in cute little pulses accompanied by your sweet, sweet moans. He snaps his head up at a particularly loud squeal, finding Sebastian's teeth sunken into your neck, lips suckling hard bruises on your skin. The other man's purple eyes match with his own, craning up to look through his eye brows. He's nearly embarrassed to admit that it nearly sends him fully over the edge, but what truly does it is that sweet, sweet squeal that ripples from your throat.

God your cunt squeezed on him good. Sam's fingers dig harder into your hips, grinding his own hard into your poor clit, squishing Sebastian's fingers between the two of you. Fuck, the gush of your pussy on his cock, practically squirting a hot mess all over his balls, forcing him to breed the shit out of you - really, you were asking for it.

Sam cums with a bite to his lip and a strangled groan, hips snapping heavy and hard, riding out the tight squeeze of your cunt. Now you were just milking him, sucking up all the filthy cum from him and Sebastian like a dirty slut. He makes sure his pudgy tip pushes up on your cervix as he blows hot ropes of cum inside of you, practically emptying his balls up in your womb. Fuck- think of that- watching your belly swell with God knows who's kid.

Sam swears his ears ring, brain too mushy to even think straight, barely registering the little whines and cries of 'it's t' much!' from your pretty lips. He finally steadys himself, plugging up your puffy hole with his chubby girth, keeping all that yummy batter all up in your pussy.

He sighs, his airy breath tinged in a whine of his own voice, body flopping down on top of both you and Sebastian. Despite your protests he just nuzzles into your bruised up neck, pressing a wet kiss behind your ear, even sneaking one on Sebastian's chin before letting out a fake snore.

Sebastian snorts and shoves his shoulder, feigning annoyance at the sleepy golden retriever of a man, also ignoring your protests to get off, instead wrapping his arms around you with a low chuckle in his chest.

[kingkatsuki]

This art had me thinking of doing a Photo Booth with Sakura for the first time.

Just thinking about Sakura, who hates having his photograph taken for anything because he remembers being a kid and having it taken for classroom attendance, so all the other kids used to make fun of his picture when it was stuck up on the wall.

There isn’t a single selfie or photograph of him on his phone, his gallery completely void of any images apart from a few photos of his omlette rice, Risa-Chan and the selfies and photos you always send him of your day or the cute things you see. He has auto-save on for everything you send.

So of course he freaks out when you ask him whether he wants to do a photobooth with you when you’re out on an arcade date, seeing the little machine in the corner as it strikes you that you still don’t have any photos with Sakura despite the fact that you’ve been dating for a lil while now.

He reluctantly agrees, but it’s only because the gruff “no” he virtually shouts at you the first time you ask makes your face drop and it hurts his chest seeing you so upset. So he’s shouldering into the tiny booth with you after, and you tell him that you’re gonna have to sit on his lap because there’s not much space in there and he’s BLUSHING.

And he has no idea how to pose or where to look as he practically glares into the lens of the first one, fighting the urge to hide his face behind you as the second flash happens just as he gets distracted by how cute you look smiling into the camera. The third photo happens just as you turn to look at him, and you catch him completely off guard in the fourth when you lean over to cup his cheek and pull him into a soft kiss.

After when the photos come out he’s looming over your shoulder to look down at the strip, not even seeing himself as he’s completely enamored by how pretty you look in every single photo. Feeling the heat flood through him again when he gets to the bottom one and sees you kissing him like that.

“Can I keep this?” He murmurs, and the sweet way he asks has butterflies tickling your chest as you smile up at him. Telling him that you can rip it in half, or do another strip if he wants.

And he’s never stuffed his hands in his pockets to fish some more coins out so fast in his life as he tosses them into the machine to do another round so you can both have a copy.

He’s more prepared for the photos this time, and he tries his best to keep his focus on the flashes but when it gets to the fourth he notices that you haven’t turned to pull him into a kiss like you did on the last one. And it makes him pout with frustration because he wants a photo like that, it was part of the reason he got back into the booth with you in the first place—

But this time he’s the one grabbing your face, his large hand grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger as he catches you off guard as he pulls you into a rough peck, practically smashing his lips against yours as he squeezes his eyes shut as he sees the flash blare out through his eyelids. And now it’s your turn to feel your body heat up, because Sakura has never openly showed you that much affection in such a public place.

So as you wait for the second strip to print, you’re snatching it before Sakura even has a chance— because you definitely want this one.

[the-massive-simp]

HI can i request alhaitham x fem reader with multiple orgasm denials pretty please 🥺🥺🥺🥺(and other kinks too idm anything!)

have a great day :3

a/n: recently i'm starting to appreciate this know-it-all slab of meat and his undeniably juicy pecs, so here you go anon 😋

warnings: mdni, smut under the cut. porn with basically no plot, afab reader, panties pulling, fingering, orgasm denial, pussy slapping, punishment, oral (f receiving), squirting, slight degrading, dom and jealous alhaitham. kavetham x reader at the end hehe (risa this one is for u😼)

Your whole body is tense, a natural effect of the worry for whatever punishment Alhaitham had planned for you. He saw you talking with some other guy, twirling a strand of your hair between your fingers, and immediately felt a cold feeling pooling in his chest. When you got home, he grabbed you by your arm before you could say anything and pulled you on his lap on the couch. And now you're here, back to his chest, his thighs keeping your legs wide open while he pulls your panties up, looking at the way your folds leaked at his actions. "Alhaitham..." He gives another tug to your panties, making you mewl. "Shut up. This is what you get for being such a brat. My attentions and Kaveh's are not enough for you? Do you need to flirt with other men?". "I wasn't -" He interrupts you by ripping your little panties and throwing them somewhere in the room. "Lying will only make your punishment worse. Take it without complaining, and there won't be other consequences. " You sigh, knowing that he wasn't going to change his mind, and relax a bit in his embrace, before he spanks your pussy, making you gasp. He shushes you, rubbing your clit and smearing your wetness all over your folds, before slapping your clit again, one, two, three times. Then he mercifully starts playing with your clit, rubbing and circling it, continuously changing pace and pressure. He pinches it sometimes, making you jolt and whimper so prettily on his lap, working you closer to your orgasm. Your moans get more frequent, your body tenses up, your pussy twitching, and then he just stops. "No 'Haitham please- I need it-" You pant, feeling your climax just out of reach, trying to buck your hips into his hand, but he places it on them to keep you still. He ignores every plea that leaves your slip, only starting to touch you again when he knows your peak is far again. He goes on with this little game of his for what feels like hours. He plays with your clit, inserts his digits inside of you to press on that spot that makes you see stars, rolls and pulls your nipples, bites your neck before soothing the slight pain with kisses. When Kaveh finally gets home, your fluids have dripped on Alhaitham's lap and on the couch a long time ago. You hear the blonde drop the keys (that he actually didn't forget for once) in the bowl at the entrance before making his way to the living room. When he sees what's going on, he leans on the door frame, smiling at the view of his lovers on the couch. You look at him with big, teary eyes, silently begging him to put an end to your torture. He looks at Alhaitham, who nods to give him permission to finally make you cum. The architect then quickly walks to the couch, kneeling in front of your dripping and twitching pussy, immediately sticking his fingers inside of you and latching his lips on your puffy clit. He sucks on your sensitive bud, curling his fingers inside of you, while Alhaitham takes your nipples between his fingers to stimulate you even more. They quickly work you to the edge of your climax, only intensifying their actions when your body starts to twitch uncontrollably, your thighs squishing around Kaveh's head, your head thrown back on Alhaitham's shoulder. Streams of a clear liquid come out of your cunt, greedily drink by the blonde man. You slowly come back from your high, only to realize Kaveh has unzipped his pants and is slowly jerking his cock in front of your hole.

"You didnt think it was over, did you?"

[luvnami]

𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - it's been a while, apologies if my writing is rusty. i've been playing bg3 and it's all i can think about recently, so i hope you enjoy this short piece. written for gn!reader/tav

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - risa​

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 486

・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜

not a cloud taints the night sky of your camp. the wind is refreshing for a midsummer’s night, rustling the leaves of nature. the moon hangs high above the land in an expanse of inky darkness speckled with blinking stars. 

astarion lies next to you. his naked skin presses against your own, and the curls of his hair tickle your cheek lightly. his thumb runs in circles on your hip idly as his eyes ponder the night.

“astarion?” 

“yes, my love?”

he replies instantaneously, the affection rolling off his tongue in a single breath. the corners of your lips curl into a smile.

“what are you looking at?” 

“constellations.”

in an attempt to make sense of the stars, you tilt your chin upwards and gaze into the sky. it all seems to be a mess of scattered luminescence to you. you rest your hand on his waist. 

“which ones? i can’t make out anything.”

“the north star, darling. polaris.”

you squint. the campfire crackles a distance away from the both of you. the rest of your party members lie in deep slumber, but a loud snore from halsin breaks your thoughts. you giggle. astarion huffs lightly and rolls his eyes. 

“and here i was enjoying a quiet night,” he mutters. 

“he must be tired.”

“mm.”

astarion turns onto his side. he nuzzles your neck, lips barely ghosting the bite marks he had given you earlier on. goosebumps prickle your skin and your body leans into his. 

“the stars themselves revolve around the north star. did you know that?” 

his breath is warm.

“no, i don’t find myself looking at the sky much. how do you know that?” 

“you learn a lot when the stars were your only friends for two centuries, darling. they’re more reliable than most others.”

you fall silent. astarion’s nose bumps against your jaw and you tilt your head further to give him more space. he presses kisses against your skin, trickling them down from your cheek to your collarbone. 

“i’m sorry,” you whisper.

“what for?”

“for bringing up any bad memories.”

astarion pauses in thought, and his hand grazes the small of your back. he plants his lips once more by the side of yours.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about… silly things like that. you should get some rest, or lae’zel will have my head on a pike for keeping you up all night – as lovely as that would be.”

from his waist, your hand ventures up to his cheek. astarion tenses instinctively, momentarily. your eyes meet and only then does he melt into your touch, his eyelids fluttering shut. 

“good night, astarion.”

he hums in response. 

under the watchful eye of polaris and a million other stars in the sky, you fall asleep next to the little star by your side.

[heliads]

seven devils all around me - connor lassiter x roland taggart

Connor Lassiter is stuck in the basement beneath an antique store. Roland Taggart is waiting for him.

masterlist

They take the Unwinds away one by one.

It makes it better, somehow. The waiting. Better and worse. Better, because this means they’ll each individually move faster than if everyone was removed from the cellar underneath Sonia’s antique shop in one great, easily distracted group. Better, because there’s a slimmer chance of everyone getting caught by vengeful Juvey-cops if there’s just one feral moving at a time than a group of a dozen dead kids walking.

Worse, because it means that the familiar faces are disappearing slowly but surely. The idea exists that they are being taken somewhere safe, but no one can be certain. All Connor Lassiter knows is that the few people in this world that he even halfway trusts are vanishing into the hands of khaki-uniformed strangers. Every few days, someone else goes up the trapdoor and  back into the light, and their numbers shrink down to dust, a not-quite friend group being wound down into a mere handful of uneasy souls.

At first, it didn’t trouble Connor all that much. He pictured it like a doctor’s waiting room:  no matter how long he waited, they’d all be seen eventually. A couple of the kids he barely knew were taken first, which didn’t matter, but then he got to know the rest better and their loss hurt more than when he didn’t remember their names, so. That’s what he gets for trying to make friends, apparently.

As their numbers seriously started to thin, though, Connor started getting shifty again. All of a sudden, there were four. Connor and Risa (the baby removed first, probably less out of moral obligation than the need to get the wailing infant out of that tiny space), joined at the hip ever since they crossed paths while running away. Also remaining in the darkness is Hayden in the back, trying out his sarcastic jokes on an ever-shrinking group of people, and, because the universe apparently cannot hate Connor enough, Roland.

Risa goes next. Connor expected to feel more unsettled by her disappearance after so much time spent watching each other’s backs, but instead the first uncharitable thought in his mind is that at least he won’t be glared at every time he says something wrong. He’s not a flawless human being, even if Risa seems to expect that he’ll be just as perfect as she is.

About half a week later, soldiers in khaki come back down the stairs. Connor waits to see which one of the three remaining unwinds they’ll bring out. It must be him or Roland. Connor’s more of a high profile figure at this point, but Roland’s been here longer, and if they’re trying to get the kids who’ve been waiting for greater intervals, they’ve got to take him out first. Maybe that’s just wishful thinking, though.

To Connor’s surprise, the guards instead point to Hayden and gruffly tell him to get a move on. The blond pumps a fist in mock celebration, then glances between Connor and Roland. “Try not to tear each other to pieces, will you? Leave that for the Juveys.”

With those words of wisdom, Hayden heads for the door, not inclined to loiter in the dark basement any more than he has to. Connor can’t blame him. If he had the chance to get out, he’d sprint up those stairs in a heartbeat.

The guards replenish some of the supplies in the basement, then leave at last, shutting the trapdoor behind them with an ominous thud. Connor is left with the chilling realization that Hayden was the last person who could possibly stand between him and Roland. Now that Hayden’s gone, nothing can stop Roland from finally acting on the hatred that’s been simmering between both of them from the second Connor got here.

Connor can’t believe they’d actually leave him here with Roland. When you have two guys who obviously hate each other’s guts, you don’t abandon them to each other. It reminds Connor of a riddle he heard when he was a kid– a chicken, some corn, and a fox stuck on one side of a river, a raft only big enough for two passengers, and a hapless farmer forced to figure out the order in which to ferry his passengers across so nothing gets eaten. Whoever’s playing the game with their lives has obviously fucked up this round, but unlike in a riddle, there are no second tries. Connor is left to get consumed by the fox eyeing him coldly from the other side of the basement.

Above him, the footsteps of the guards and Hayden bleed away, softened by antique rugs and then gone for good. Most days, Connor likes to pretend that he can hear trucks coming and going. It makes him believe that maybe there is a plan for all of them after they leave, that they won’t just be dumped somewhere alone again.

Today, though, he hates it. Hates them for leaving them here. Shouldn’t they know better? Even Hayden managed to figure that out in the span of a second. Any soldier with a week of experience should be able to tell that you don’t stick the two kids who hate each other the most in a dark basement with only the other for company. Already, Connor’s eyes are adjusting to the gloom again, but he doesn’t like the sight any better than he did on his first day.

“So,” a cold voice rings out across the semi-darkness. “They actually left us here alone. Didn’t think they’d do it.”

Connor scoffs, trying not to let any sign of apprehension slip through. “What, you got bored of my lively personality?”

“Humor doesn’t suit you, Connor,” Roland drawls. “Hayden got away with it because we liked him better than you. You can’t hide behind him any longer, though. It’s just us down here. Just you and me.”

“Charming,” Connor mumbles. “But it’ll be over in a few days. Then one of us will be alone. I hope it’s you.”

Something almost like sympathy twists at Connor’s gut as he says it. Even though he despises Roland, the thought of being alone down here in the dark and depressing basement is a fate he would kill to avoid. If he’s thinking that, though, Roland probably is too. And if Connor is willing to kill to not be the one left behind, Roland must be foaming at the mouth at the thought of it.

Roland chuckles. The sound issues across the basement until it coasts up to Connor, making the hair on his arms stand up with a rush. They’ve positioned themselves to be as far apart as possible, but their placement on opposite sides of the basement means that they’re constantly staring each other dead in the eyes. One blink, one glance away, and one of them could be on the other in a heartbeat. So they keep staring, and no one moves. There are no more bodies to keep between them. Just Connor, and Roland, and the awful distance between.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d love it if they left me here? Bet it would make you feel awfully safe if I was locked up all the time. You think you’re a big man, Connor, but you’re scared of me.”

Connor scoffs and looks away. There’s a little too much knowledge in Roland’s gaze, and it sharpens to a knifepoint between Connor’s brows. In his peripheral vision, Connor can see Roland shifting slightly, jutting his chin up. Proud. Correct. Despicable.

“I’m not scared of you. Guys like you are a dime a dozen. If I wanted a greasy thug, I’d go to a gas station.” Connor spits out.

Roland stands in one swift motion, like he’s been yanked up by an invisible hand. Connor’s head jerks back up, but he’s looked back too late– Roland is already moving. The pretense is gone. Whatever they do here, they’ve been building up to it since the first day.

At first, Roland just hovers on the balls of his feet, leaning casually against the wall behind him. The basement is not tall, and he has to bend slightly so his head doesn’t scrape the ceiling. This gives the impression that Roland is leaning towards him, close enough to reach. Close enough to snap his jaws shut around Connor’s throat.

“You are scared,” Roland breathes triumphantly. “You’re so obvious. Even if you left me here, you’d never stop being scared. You’d go all across the world and you’d never stop thinking about me. I’d be a bigger part of you than anything.”

Connor shakes his head. “You’re wrong. You’re nothing to me.”

“I don’t believe you,” Roland hisses, and he’s across the basement in a second. Connor doesn’t even see him move. He blinks and the other boy is standing right in front of him, the tips of his shoes nudging Connor in the sides. He has Connor bracketed just slightly, hardly touching him but making it obvious that Connor cannot move without Roland’s express permission.

“You can’t do that,” Connor says. He feels like a little boy, whining about someone stealing his toy. “You know the rules.”

Roland actually rolls his eyes. “There’s nobody down here, remember? They can’t see us.”

The rest goes unspoken. Nobody is here. Nobody would know. And nobody would tell. Certainly not Connor. That would mean admitting that he let one boy bother him to the point of telling, and even if they fight, Connor’s not a coward. He’s going to handle this himself.

He tries to stand, but Roland’s hand flashes out to grab him, pushing him down to the ground again by the shoulder.

“Get your hands off of me,” Connor spits.

“Make me,” Roland says, all teeth. He pinches Connor’s shoulder as he says it, further proof of what they both know by now to be true:  Roland does what he wants, when he wants. And Connor won’t do a thing to stop it.

“You’re crazy,” Connor says, leaning away from Roland. Maybe the guy will back off if Connor pretends he doesn’t care. “Did you get hit on the head recently? Be honest.”

“It’s sweet of you to ask,” Roland simpers. He sinks to one knee so he can get a better read of Connor’s disgust, and they’re practically breathing each other in now, barely a millimeter between them. “Of course, it’s not your job to worry. Not mine, either. It’s not my head anymore, is it? Belongs to the Juveys. Who knows who’ll get my brain? Maybe you might end up with a piece or two.” He knocks his fist against Connor’s temple, less like a punch, more like a tap against an unlocked door. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Not knowing who was flirting with your girl, me or you? Or maybe my brain’s too good for you. Maybe you’d get my arm instead.”

Connor tries not to let his disgust at the idea show, but he’s not entirely successful. His dislike must be obvious, because Roland flashes him a dark grin, the expression broad and all-consuming. “What, you don’t like the ink?”

“I’m not a big fan of dolphins,” Connor hisses back.

Irritated, Roland snaps his jaws, teeth crashing together just a hair’s breadth from the tip of Connor’s nose. He doesn’t flinch, thankfully, but his eyes track the movement nonetheless, which makes Roland’s victorious smile loom again as if he had moved after all. 

“See?” Roland says, smooth and slow. “Scared. I see you.”

“You wish,” Connor retorts. “I’d be more scared of a spider.”

“Prove it, then,” Roland tells him. He’s so assured of himself that he even leans back a little, resting casually where he kneels on the cold floor of the basement right in front of Connor. He truly doesn’t believe that Connor could do a damn thing to him that matters.

He’s wrong, though. Connor can. Roland is expecting a fight, or an insult, something he can counter, but that’s the wrong move. Mama may have raised a boy she could give away for forms signed in triplicate but she sure as hell didn’t raise a fool, so Connor knows he must do something terrible, something worse, something to ruin this dark place forever. There’s one last trick up Connor’s sleeve, but it’s the wrong move, it’s the wrong path to start because once he starts going he’ll never stop. He should back off now, but he’s just like Roland in that aspect– could never back down, could never do anything but hurl himself directly into trouble– there is simply no other option– no choice– 

Connor’s mouth collides with Roland’s so harshly that their teeth crush together. He has the brief thought that he’d like to do that again, leaving the other boy bloody and bruised, and a sharp spike of something hot but not entirely unpleasant courses through him at the thought. Connor’s hand locks onto Roland’s throat a moment later, fingernails scrabbling for purchase before sliding down to grip the neck of his t-shirt. Maybe he should have gone for the throat first instead of the mouth, but that wasn’t the part that mattered. It was an afterthought. Throttle the boy, but not before you make him yours.

Roland lets out a surprised choke of air, just enough for Connor’s stomach to twist with satisfaction at getting the other hand, before he kisses Connor back with the same force if not more, enough to knock Connor’s head back against the wall. Connor gasps at the impact, giving Roland enough purchase to start pushing him into the ground again. Roland would bury him beneath the earth if he could, Connor thinks. He would erase all evidence that Connor had ever existed. Only Roland would know that he had been there at all. 

He’d like that too, Connor thinks with a shiver. Having that power over Connor. Owning him in every way that matters. Absolutely evil, but Connor is worse, because he has seen all of that and liked it. And allowed it to continue. And started it first.

Roland pulls away just a little, leaving both of them panting for breath. He kneels over Connor like a wild animal, and there’s a spark of something new in his eyes. It might be respect. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Lassiter.”

“You don’t know anything,” Connor growls, and forces them back together. One of his hands is bunched in the material of Roland’s shirt, the other reaching up past the throat to knot in Roland’s dark hair. He’s seen it from across the basement for days now, how it seemed to suck in all the light that touched it. He’s wanted to touch it, too, for a very long time. Connor tugs on the roots, jerking Roland’s head back, exposing the veins pulsing against the skin. If he only had a blade– but he is the blade now, he is the weapon. Connor could kill him right now, and he wouldn’t even need a knife.

The thought shocks him out of whatever trance made him do this. Connor pushes him away, suffering for purchase against the dirty floor until he picks himself up and flings himself across the basement, ending up where Roland had been just minutes before. They stare at each other again, so far from where they started, but somehow exactly in the same position. Two lions stuck in a cage, pacing, circling, until one lunges to draw blood and they engage once more.

“This won’t happen again,” Connor informs him. Even he doesn’t believe it.

Roland laughs pityingly. “You tell yourself that. We’ve got plenty of time before they let us out. You’ll get bored. Face it, Connor. You can never let me go.”

Connor shakes his head resolutely. This was a breach of judgment, a one-time slip. A mistake that won’t repeat. But he can still taste Roland’s breath on his tongue, and he can see where Roland’s dark hair is mussed from his hands, and Connor knows– he knows that he is wrong. That it will happen again. And he will start it, or Roland will, or both of them. It won’t matter. In the dark of the basement, where no one knows they’re alive, they can do whatever they want. This is what Connor wants. He's in a position to take it, so he will, again and again until they pull him out.

Then, who cares. He doesn’t have to think about that. He doesn’t have to think at all.

Roland grins. He’s won this round. Connor will have to beat him at something else, find a way to expose his throat to the cold, violent air or otherwise make him weak. He still has two hands and a pulse. He’ll find a way to get back on top.

Until then, Connor doesn’t have to remember a thing. The darkness swallows everything anyway. No point in looking.

a/n: for u babe @nealshustermanbrainrot

unwind tag list: @reinekes-fox, @sirofreak, @locke-writes

all tags list: @wordsarelife

[frecklenog]

the other is, of course, sybok providing snarky commentary, spock arguing that he’s allowed to being whoever he damn well pleases (including v’tosh ka’tur rebels), and possibly an additional fistfight. at the very least sy gets into an argument with t’pring for rejecting his baby brother (despite knowing ston and having a bro moment w him)

amok time becomes way funnier with counselor sybok. especially if he’s still banished from vulcan

[dirtybackroad]

possess me

read on ao3 / tag list meg masters (demon) / risa (endverse) word count: 1.7k | rating: E

summary:

written for day 13 of @spntoxicfemslashevent: meg/risa

Risa sneaks away from camp to summon Meg. Meg shows her who she belongs to.

Meg was never a real threat, not in Risa’s eyes. This was the same amount of stupidity as Castiel’s pills or Dean’s reckless supply runs to support that habit. Meg was just a demon. Camp was warded. Risa was warded. They’d all gotten their matching tattoos at initiation, and regular ol’ possessions were rare these days. So, at the end of the day at the end of the world, Meg was no more dangerous than any other beating heart around here, and way more fun.

Plus, it is the end of the goddamned world anyway. Risa thinks she should be allowed something of her own. And so, on the nights Dean leaves her to her bunk at camp, Risa sneaks away into the night and scratches a summoning sigil into the ground in the woods outside of their compound.

A quick slice sends shockwaves of pain familiar as it is, across her palm. She opens up the scar and lets her blood spill on the ground, just a few drops into the dirt carving. There is silence humming in its absence like a vacuum for a moment, then -

Risa swears her ears popped once.

“What do you have for me tonight, baby?” Meg’s voice is like honey, carried the edge of a knife. Risa thinks back to camp, to the others, to Dean, to logistics and plans and the End of all Things.

“Our last real lead was over a month ago, you know that.” Risa is distracted, words coming out on a stutter, her eyes following Meg’s movements as she stalks closer.

“Hm, can’t a girl make conversation anymore? Maybe I wanna play house. ‘Honey, how was work today?’ And you say ‘Oh, fine, still haven’t killed your daddy yet, but we’re trying our hardest,’ and I’ll laugh and serve you meatloaf like a good little housewife.”

Meg crowds in close to where Risa kneels in the dirt, straddles her lap, and puts both hands in her hair.

Risa lets herself be moved and rests her hands easily on Meg’s hips. She tries and fails not to think of the woman whose body Meg stole for this.

“Is that the script you want me to follow?” Risa speaks as her eyes slide shut, Meg’s thumbs digging into her scalp.

“I’m just saying, it’d be fun to switch it up a little. Y’know, the tingly-feeling starts to wear off after the dozenth summoning.”

Have they really been doing this that long? Risa doesn’t know what to say, so she doesn’t say anything. She just keeps her eyes shut and leans her head back.

She doesn’t fight the groan that Meg pulls from her lips, the demon giving up on the head massage and moving straight to Risa’s weak spot. Meg latches her lips onto the soft skin right below her ear, stolen hands sliding down Risa’s back to thumb at her hip, absently tracing the anti-possession sigil there.

Meg said once it burns to the touch. Risa’s not sure if she believes her or not.

She’s shoved up against the trunk of some tree, caught between the rough bark and the searing heat of the woman-demon who Risa thinks might bring about her end, and all she can do is moan.

Meg seems hell-bent on leaving a mark; Risa does not want to have to explain that to Dean and so she grabs a handful of hair and yanks, hard, just like Meg likes it. It’s over from there, with Risa opening her eyes just in time to see Meg’s flash desire-black, a predatory open-mouthed growl rumbling through the air.

Meg shoves a hand between them, shifting her weight to one of Risa’s thighs. Her movements are furiously graceful, rough with the want-need that they’ve both come to expect from these encounters. Love bites were one thing, a red flag that carried Risa too close to being caught, but the way Meg fucked left behind marks more similar to a sparring match.

Easily explained were torn clothes and handprint bruises, less acceptable were flushed and swollen lips, teenage-hickeys and scratches-down-the back.

Risa’s thighs fall apart, the worn denim covering her legs stretching tight and uncomfortable. It doesn’t matter though. Meg doesn’t pay mind to her protestations, just hikes a leg further up and back; her other hand still greedily tearing at the closures of Risa’s jeans.

She gets the zipper down and lets out a victory cry, quickly muffling the sound in Risa’s chest, pulling back on the resistance the other woman’s hand in her hair provided.

She always moved this quick; Risa figured it was a demon thing but Meg fucked like it was a competition, clawing and fighting to the finish line with hell on her heels.

Meg got both hands on Risa’s jeans, fingers scrabbling at the waist to get a grip tight enough to pull her back and away from the tree, uncaring as Risa’s head bounced back against the earth below them with a thud as she let Meg lay her out.

A brief struggle later, and Risa’s jeans are down around her ankles, the roots of the tree digging into her back and dead leaves crunch-itching under her thighs. Meg wastes no time in shoving her fingers into Risa’s underwear, a glint in her eye when she finds the wet gathered there.

“Fucking filthy, Ris.” Meg’s praise cuts through the silence.

Risa is glad that her shame died with the rest of society because the way she throws her weight into the roll of her hips would be embarrassingly needy in another life. But here? Flat on her back in the dirt at the end of the world, Risa lets herself go.

Flattening her feet on the ground gives some leverage, and Risa’s hips rise off the ground. Meg moves a touch too fast, taking the angle change as permission that Risa never granted. She presses two fingers inside, curling them just right and watching with rapt fascination as Risa chokes out a long moan.

Meg laughs, low and throaty, and she thumbs open the button on those filthy fucking cargo pants she always wears. Risa looks up at her, and with the moon through the trees and the rising pleasure, she thinks insane things like maybe she could have Meg forever, like they could hole up in camp and share a bunk, just Risa and her demon girlfriend.

Meg bears down over her, wild eyes and a mean sneer that has Risa think she did something stupid like speak those wishes out loud.

“Sometimes I think you like this a little too much, sweetheart. What would Dean think if he saw you like this?” Meg grabs at Risa’s breast, hands rough, smearing dirt and debris on the front of her shirt. “Do you ever think about putting a knife in me the same way you think about my fingers inside you? Ever hear his voice in your ear, tellin’ you to gut the bitch?”

Risa leans up, searching for Meg’s lips, knowing if she can just shut her up she could end this, get a thigh up between Meg’s and let the demon whore rub off on her. It's Dean’s voice in her ear, and Risa’s angry, angry that Meg is right, angry that Dean has got himself inside her head like that. Her hands grasp for purchase on the ground, on Meg, on anything she can touch.

Meg just laughs, pulls just out of reach, fucks into her harder, rougher, moving on from her assault on Risa’s chest to instead claw at the small of her back. She tugs her up and into the air, eyes flashing black as Risa’s legs fall further apart. “I’d let you, if you wanted to try it. You could take me apart right here, slice your pocketknife right through me. I’d ask for more, beg for it even.”

Risa tries to block her voice out, squeezes her eyes shut, and tries to press her thighs together. She’s suddenly too aware of the moment. Risa swears she feels something crawl across her bare thigh; she looks down at her own wetness coating Meg’s wrist, sees where she’s inside her, feels that damned tree branch where it presses against her neck, wedged between her and the forest floor.

Meg doesn’t let it go. “Or do you want more?” She drops Risa’s hips down, slides a third finger inside her, digs her nails into the sigil on her hip. “You want me inside you, want me to see you,” Meg’s hissing now, the voice she speaks with coming from somewhere deeper than the woman’s chest she lives in.

Risa can barely think, her brain clouded with sulfur and mud and heat and her approaching climax. “I-“

“You what, sweetheart? You’ve never thought about it? About me n’ you?” Meg’s thumbnail presses deeper into Risa’s hip.

She’s so fucking close, needs just a bit more, needs Meg to just shut the fuck up, needs some sort of grip back on the situation here.

“No, I-“

“No?” Meg taunts her, matching her tone and whining the word out. God - did Risa sound that pathetic? “No, please? You want me to stop?” Her nail pokes deeper, teasing at the edge of breaking the skin. All it would take is one sharp movement, and Risa’s tattoo would be nothing but useless, broken lines.

“Didn’t think so.”

Risa can only whimper out her response.

Meg’s got the palm of her hand pressed up against Risa’s clit now, lets her rub up against it, doesn’t even call her a slut for how fucking needy she is for it. Risa’s hurtling towards the edge, and Meg watches with her eyes pitch black. Risa opens hers in time to lock in, her mouth falling open in a gasp for air as she reaches her climax.

Meg finally leans in and kisses Risa, hot and heady, taking more than she can give and leaving no room for the woman to catch her breath. She bites at Risa’s lip as she pulls away, but she doesn’t stop, she just keeps leaving till she’s standing over the bed of leaves they’d just consecrated.

Desecrated. Whatever.

“Stay?” Risa’s voice rings up at Meg from the forest floor. Meg just laughs. She leans down and presses a kiss to Risa’s forehead and leaves her there, lying in the mud. 

“Clean yourself up and get back to Dean, sweetheart.” 

Risa waits until she’s gone before she pulls up her jeans and gets herself together.

[barbi2709]

Internal jokes with my friends I wanna explain to TXT

Disclaimer: This and each of my stories are only fiction and are not intended to offend or make anyone uncomfortable, if this type of content makes you uncomfortable, feel free to leave without resentment :]

Genre: Crack (?)

a/n: Lol, I just thought about this a few minutes ago and it's so silly, sadly our internal jokes are in Spanish bc we're Mexicans but I did my best trying to explain it, sorry if it's not funny but if you're Hispanic it'd make sense I guess

[🌱] Choi Yeonjun

"Al power point"

So this is an evolution

In Mexico we have our own way of saying "Fr" which is "al chile"

So my friends and I made it evolution.

It passed from "al chile" to "al chili dog"

And then it passed to "al power point"

Let's be real, Yeonjun LIKES the dad's jokes

And even if this is not one of them, the fact that he's saying it while make it sound like a dad's joke.

Like imagine the members faces if they're gossiping about something and Yeonjun just says "al power point" out of nowhere

I can see Soobin's nasty look already

(rest of the members under the cut)

[🌱] Choi Soobin

"Que risa cepillin"

Now this HAS context

Like, a lot

So it all started with this video (sfw link ig)

Translation of the video: Uhhhhh, It reminds me of my childhood, when I was in kindergarten and we did a play. Haaaaaaaa! What a laugh cepillin, you're a fool and stupid

Now, Cepillin is an icon in Mexico, he was a kids comedian who used to do TV variety shows and stuff

So the video is a meme of a hater of cepillin calling him stupid and "naco" (It doesn't have a literal translation, but it's used to refer to someone of very low class and without manners)

So my friends and I use it ALL the THE TIME when someone makes a bad joke

We just say like "Que risa cepillin, con tus payasadas" With The most sarcastic grin and then we drop the smile inmediatly

Believe me, it's hilarious

I'd explain it to Soobin bc mf is sassy as hell

"Beomgyu is too bratty to know that he's an introvert and Soobin is too introverted to know he's bratty too"

So I see him making fun of the members with this

Like, someone made the worst joke ever (Yeonjun saying "al power point" lmao)

And he'll just go "Que risa cepillin 😀😐"

[🌱] Choi Beomgyu

"Cállate la bola"

Okay it literally means "shut the ball up"

Here comes the context:

So I had a sociology teacher that wasn't from Mexico (He was from Ecuador or Perú, idk & idc)

And whenever the class got too loud he shouted "Chicos, parenme bola!"

The literal translation is "Stop my ball"

But it's used as a way to say "Guys, pay attention"

But here in Mexico it sounds really bad lmao

Bc you're literally saying "stop my ball"

That kind of ball

So we make fun of it

So now my friends and I say "Cállate la bola" even if we're not talking at all lol

I would explain this to Beomgyu bc he's so loud and literally teases someone every time he breaths

So I think he'd say it to the members every 3 seconds even if they're not talking 💀

[🌱] Kang Taehyun

"Totn"

Okay so, this started for a friend that texts like shit

Like, she wrote once that she was heterogeneous instead of heterosexual (straight)

So that happened, instead of writing "tonta/tonto" (silly or stupid), she wrote "totn" which can be pronounced like "toten"

And we started saying it all the time like, "Fucking totn" or "Que totn" (what a totn)

I see Taehyun using this one because I don't see him as someone who swears a lot.

So this "insult" is perfect for him

Like, I can see him making fun of one of the members mistake, like, chuckling with a shit eating smirk and saying "Ha, totn" or even "Fucking totn"

[🌱] Kai Kamal Huening

Any Spanish word with the termination "eta/ete"

Example:

Cocina (kitchen) = cocineta

Lápiz (pencil) = lapicete

So, idk if Kai swears

Like, ik I'm babying him but let's say he doesn't

So my friends are ALWAYS adding and "eta/ete" to EVERYTHING

With the most annoying tone ever I swear

So I see Kai doing the same to tease his members

Especially with fake aegyo

Something like "Can I have the manzaneta?" (manzana = apple) while doing aegyo

His members are so tired of him by now

Like he'll call them "miembretes" as "miembros" (members) when he wants to taste the patience

I also see him saying "ojete" as "ojo" which means eye, but "ojete" means anus LMAO

[supergenial]

(translation+lyrics) 月影の魔女サフィラ by Ariabl'eyeS

Well it's time to go over this 2024 Ariabl'eyeS album, Moonlight Witch Safira. Once again we have the now standard lineup of Luna, Ruru and Risa Yuzuki, with Suzuha Yumi doing background choruses.

Pretty cool album. The dual vocal song nageki no l'adieu is pretty great but surprisingly not my favorite this time around, instead it's both of Luna's solo songs, particularly kibou he youranka. The speed-change halfway into it surprised me the first time and still hypes me up every time I hear it. You can bet I go all out when this plays on my car. As for the story, well it's hard to tell where it's going at the moment. So far it's giving Vampire Bride vibes, what with two besties(🗿) being separated due to their inhumanity, but who knows how it will play out. I think there's still a lot of info missing.

Anyway, lyrics down below the cut, see you all next time!

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Composer for all tracks: リゼ

The forest trembles, as bloody footsteps go through it with a white breath that pierces the darkness. A pitiful and absurd breed of man and wolf that by no means should exist. A beast resembling a human, not even worthy of being called a monster. Unable to withstand it all It flees knowing that there’s no hope for survival if it’s caught.

The forest trembles Bringing forth the witch at once

月影の魔女 (Tsukikage no majo, Moonlight Witch) Vocals: Ruru

Yamiyo wo surinukeru shikkoku no kage wo nabikase Senketsu no ashioto mori no oku fukaku hibiku

Pitch black shadows graze the darkness of the night Bloody footsteps echo through the depths of the forest

Kanshisha wa tsuranari shinnyuusha ni me wo hikarase Itetsuku kaze wa mata oikaesu you ni fubuku

The guards are caught up by the light reflected on the intruder’s eyes As the freezing wind blows like a blizzard

Mori ga sawameku Majo ni tsutae yo ima sugu ni

The forest trembles Bringing forth the witch

Kakenuketa hoshizora wo tadori gunjou wo shiro ni somete Egaku iro wa hakanaki negai hitosuji no hikari he Hikitsuru ashi ni izanawarete kurayami samayou Semete hitoyo wo to taorekonde kuchibiru kamishimete chikatta

Led by the starlit sky as the blue is dyed in white The colors drawn plead towards a sliver of light Dragging it’s feet wandering through the darkness Collapsing and swearing as it bites its lips

Mori ga sawameku Majo ni tsutae yo ima sugu ni

The forest trembles Bringing forth the witch

Tsutsumareta shizukesa no naka de kikoeru dareka no kotoba Kaze wa yande sasayaku mune wa naze ga atatakakute Kakenuketa hoshizora wo meguri watashi wa tayutau Tojikaketa me ni utsurishi kage wa tsuki no you ni kagayaku hitomi de

Enveloped by silence yet someone’s words can be heard A whisper that stops the wind and somehow feels warm I waver as the starry sky revolves above me Beyond shut eyelids, her eyes shine as the moon does

希望へ揺盤歌 (Kibou he no Youranka, Lullaby to Hope) Vocals: Luna

Saa nemure koyoi dake wa Kedakaki chi wo hiku yuusha no ko Sono kizu wa iyashite agemashou Saa kaketeyuke

Now let’s have you rest just for this night Child of the hero with the noble blood I’ll heal your wounds And now let’s set forth

Akumu wo minai yoru wa koremade ichido mo nakatta no ni Kanjirareru sono nukumori no naka tsutsumikomareru no Kasuka na utagoe wa naze ka sabishisou ni hibiita Kakemeguru chikara yadosu hikari tenohira de tsunagaru

I've yet to have a single night without nightmares But I can feel the warmth of an embrace That resounding voice sings with such sadness So powerful and all encompassing, and holding my hand

Mezameru to tsuki no you na hitomi no kanojo 「koko wa mamorareta mori no oku mou otte wa kurenaiwa」 Naze sore wo?

Upon awakening, the girl with eyes resembling the moon said “Within the forest’s protection, no one will chase after you” And why is that?

Kako wa fuhen no mono dakara miru koto ga dekiru no Anata ga umare ikita sono akashi wo tenohira ni utsushite Mada te ni nokoru nukumori wa anata no akashi Kono mahou ni michibikarete zutto kurushimazu ni ikite yukeru no?

As the past is unchangeable, I can observe it I can see it through the scars you’ve endured since your birth Yet what warmth remains in your hands is the proof you’ve endured it Perhaps with this magic you’ll be able to live without suffering?

Itoshiki anata ni kibou to natsukete Mou kurushimanai kara Futari nara

With much love I’ll name you after hope (Speranza) Hoping you won’t suffer any more Together the two of us

Kako wa fuhen no mono dakara miru koto ga dekiru no Anata ga umare ikita sono akashi wo tenohira ni utsushite Shitataru namida koraete yasashisa ni furete Itami sae wasurete shimau hodo no atataka na yoru wa sugite

As the past is unchangeable, I can observe it I can see it through the scars you’ve endured since your birth Holding back tears as you finally feel kindness With enough warmth to even forget the pain and make it through the night

硝子の瞳 (Garasu no hitomi, Glass Pupils) Vocals: Risa Yuzuki

Hi no ataranai shikkoku no mori ni Aojiroku ukabu usuakari Utsushidasareru ugokanu tokei Toki wa yami wo samayotte

A pitch black forest, unreachable by sunlight Only a faint pale light can be seen Lighting up an unmoving clock As time itself wanders through the darkness

Majo wa negau Kono sekai ni zetsubousenu you ni

The witch prays For a world that won’t fall to despair

Superantsa wa itsushika hito to nari Mahou no oshie wo majo ni kouta Korekara saki towa ni futari Yorisoi ikiteyuku no sono tame no sube wo

Speranza eventually grew And asked to learn magic from the witch The two shall live together from now on And those skills would bring them closer

Hi no ataranai shikkoku no mori ni Aojiroku ukabu usuakari Utsushi dasareru matataku hoshi wa Kirameku garasu saiku no you de

A pitch black forest, unreachable by sunlight Only a faint pale light can be seen Reflected upon those twinkling eyes As shiny as glassworks

Majo wa negau Itsuka dareka wo aiseru you ni

The witch prays To one day love someone

Superantsa anata ni wa mada nemuru Anata dake no chikara ga aru no yo Sore wa toki ni uragiru kara Hitsuyou na toki ni hitsuyou na dake

Speranza, slumbering within you There’s a power that’s only yours So that it doesn’t betray you Use it only when necessary

Mune no uchi ni himete oitene Zutto futari dake no yakusoku dakara

So keep it hidden close to your heart That is a promise between us two

嘆きのラデュー (Nageki no L'Adieu, Sorrowful Farewell) Vocals: Ruru, Luna

Yodonda yami wo nukereba yasashii hizashi ga furisosogu Kousakushiteku kanjou takanaru omoi kakaeta mama

Gentle sunlight pours through the stale darkness Emotions intertwine, carrying upbeat thoughts

Surechigau hitonami ni waraumono wa mou inai Hayaru kimochi osaerezu ni kakeru tsutaetakute

Yet in the passing crowd there are no laughing faces And my restless thoughts drive me to run back to you

Mitashita wain kakaete hikari afureru machi nukereba Yami ni idakareta mori hayaku anata ni todoketakute

I go through the bright town carrying wine I want to bring it to you in the forest as soon as possible

Tsunagu himitsu no doa koko ni aru hazu nano ni Kieteiru to kitsuku anata no kaori ga

I’m certain the hidden door was around here Yet it is now gone, as is your scent

Hashitte mo hashitte mo tadoritsukenai shirube ni Ugomeku shousou anata wa mienakute Afuredasu namida sae iroaseteyuku hodo ni Aa Subete wo nomikomu sarigiwa no kotoba wo kurikaeshite

I run and run unable to reach the symbol Impatience tortures me as I’m unable to see you My overflowing tears fade all color away I try to process it all remembering your words

Fui ni ochita tegami wa wakare no kotoba Ikiba no nai omoi osaerezu ni atemonaku kakenuketa

And suddenly a letter tells me your parting words So I run aimlessly unable to control myself

Togabito wa yami no naka nigerarenu sadame na no yo Anata wa hi abite hito to shite ikiru no yo Aishite aisarete shiawase wo tsukamu no yo Anata to watashi no towa no yakusoku ne sayounara

A sinner in the darkness running away from fate You must bask in sunlight and live as a human To love and be loved, that’s how you must grasp happiness Let that be our promise for eternity. Farewell.

終わりなき悪夢 (Owarinaki Akumu, Never Ending Nightmare) Vocals: Luna

Mou dare no koto mo kizutsukenai Hikari tozasareta yami ni chikatta Me wo tojireba mata kikoeru koe ni Obieru hitobito no me tsukisasaru

I won’t hurt anyone anymore I swore within the darkness away from light But if I close my eyes I can still hear them The frightened people with their piercing gaze

Yogoto miru owarinaki yume Ano hi ni mita akumu dake

Every night I see it, that never ending dream All I ever see since that day is a nightmare

Dokomade kita darou mayoikonda mori no oku Me ni yakitsuku hi ni juujika wa ukabu

Everywhere I go, I’m still lost in those woods A cross rises up among the flames in my eyes

Mou nidoto ayamachi wa okasanu you ni tobira shime Fukai yami no soko shizuka ni kagi kaketa

I’ve shut that door, I’ll never sin again Locking away the depths of the profound darkness

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Also someone did an updated tiermaker! Now I don't have to look up the old one lmao

[itsatigersharkidiot]

Chapter 6- Lev and Connor

Anything Meat grinder or Miracolina related was highly requested by: @mybrainisrottingat3am (pls shut up now)

Read previous chapter here:

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It was morning, Connor and Lev were walking to school together, like they usually do. Lev was suggesting different band names, since they’d yet to decide on one.

“Any ideas, Lev?”

Connor glanced over at Lev who shook his head no.

“Sorry, Connor. I ain’t got nothin’.”

Connor sighed in defeat “Let’s just hope the others have a name in mind.”

They continued to walk together in silence, Connor trying to come up with a name for their band while Lev was thinking of something else.

“Hey, Connor?”

Lev had spoke up, breaking the silence. “Yes, Lev?” Connor asked, raising a brow.

“So…I had this really strange dream last night…”

Connor raised both brows “Oh?”

Lev nodded “So you know how you like to smack me whenever I say something stupid?”

WHACK!

“Like that?” Connor asked, trying to hold in his laughter.

“Ow! Yes like that!” Lev rubbed the spot where Connor had hit him. “Anyways, so last night I dreamt that I had done something to seriously piss you off, I don’t remember what it was specifically, but it made you extremely pissed. So you took me somewhere strange after band practice, I didn’t know where we were at first but it was a warehouse of some sort. Suddenly you shoved me into a meat grinder! Like ruthlessly, you didn’t care! When I woke up I realized it was a dream- er, more like a nightmare, but it felt so real!”

Connor stared at Lev completely bewildered before bursting out into laughter “What! A meat grinder?! Lev, you are fucking hilarious!”

Lev groaned “I knew you’d laugh! Dammit, stop laughing at me! I was horrified!”

Connor’s laughter died down slightly “Jeez, I didn’t expect you to tell me THAT!”

Lev clenched his fists as they walked into the school, trying not to punch Connor because that wouldn’t end well. Connor was still chuckling every so often.

Throughout the course of the day, Connor would try tease Lev by saying something about meat grinders whenever he’d see him. Lev would have to shush Connor, who’d get a laugh out of it.

After the last bell of the day rung, Lev was heading to the music room for band practice, suddenly he felt a tap of his shoulder. He flinched and turned to see who it was.

“Miracolina!”

Miracolina stood behind him “Hey, Lev. Where are you heading?”

Lev turned to face her, clearing his throat “I’m heading to band practice. Wanna walk with me?”

“Sure.” Lev began walking down the hallway, Miracolina walking beside him. As they walked, they had some casual conversations about plans for the week, their families and how school was going. Lev was really enjoying getting a chance to talk to her, though she could be a jerk at times. Time flied and eventually her and Lev made it to the music room.

“I guess I’ve gotta go, Mira.”

“Yeah, good luck with band practice.”

“Thanks.”

They both stood there for a bit before Lev had somehow managed to bring up the courage to give her a little peck on the cheek. Miracolina’s cheeks tinted with a light pink flush, Lev scratched the back of his neck.

“I’ll see you later, Miracolina.”

“Mhm…bye Lev.”

With his mood brought up, he stepped into the music room where he’d find everyone else already there. Connor talked to Risa as she got out the pastries she baked, Cam was fixing his hair, Roland was tuning his guitar and Layton was eating watermelon. As soon as Lev closed the door, everyone looked up at him.

“Hey, Lev.” Risa smiled, setting down a plate of pastries.

“Took you long enough.” Roland said, Connor nodding in agreement. Those two would always bug and tease Lev for fun.

Layton snickered softly, shoving another piece of watermelon in her mouth.

Lev sat down over by his drum kit, picking up the sticks and drumming something. Connor smirked and spoke up.

“Hey, Lev. Whatcha playin’? Something about meat grinders?”

Suddenly immediately looked up from his drum kit, glaring at Connor.

“Dude! Shut up!”

“A meat grinder?” Cam had finished tidying up his hair and had walked over and sat in a chair next to Layton, who spoke up next.

“What’s wrong with a meat grinder? I mean, it’s random, yeah but why did Lev get so upset over it?”

Connor’s stupid smirk never left his face “Well, Lev told me earlier that he had a nightmare about me pushing him in one—“

“Shut up! No I did not!”

“Yeah, you did!”

Roland started laughing at the stupidity of that, Layton had to lean against Cam to hide that she was laughing so she didn’t seem rude, Cam couldn’t help but chuckle himself. Risa looked at Lev like she couldn’t believe what Connor just said.

“A nightmare about meat grinders?! That’s…new…” Risa was also trying not to laugh. Lev covered his face out of embarrassment, he wanted to kill Connor right there and then.

“Oh yeah?! W-Well at least I don’t have a crush on Risa!” Lev shouted out in defence. Connor immediately froze and glared at him. Risa gasped and nearly dropped the other container of snacks, Cam also looked astonished, his eyes widening in surprise. However, Layton wasn’t shocked at all, this was kinda obvious to her and she caught on quite fast. Roland didn’t really care either, he looked back down at his guitar and kept working on it.

“No, No I don’t!” Connor said defensively.

“You told me that one time we hung out after school!” Connor froze and mumbled to himself “shit…I shouldn’t have told you that!”

He turned to face Risa, who was still staring at him “Listen…Risa…” Connor didn’t know how to explain himself “What Lev said, is true.” Risa’s face flushed pink, Connor’s did too.

“I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Connor scratched the back of his neck and smiled softly, Risa smiled back, her heart pounding like a hammer in her chest.

“Oh…I like you too…” She replied softly. Connor’s smile widened almost immediately, he went over to her and pulled her in for a kiss. Though it was sudden, Risa kissed back, practically melting into it.

Cam, Roland and Layton all watched this happen, Lev smiled “I didn’t expect that to work out between them.”

“I did.” Layton shoved another piece of watermelon into her mouth. “Saw that one coming from a mile away.”

Cam sighed and slumped in his seat, covering his face with his hands “I’m gonna be single forever, aren’t I?” Layton put a hand on his shoulder “You’ll find someone, me and Roland are in the same boat.” Roland glanced over at Layton, giving her a slight smile before nodding in agreement. “I don’t know about Lev though.”

Lev glanced up at Layton “don’t worry about it.” He said immediately, Layton giving him a suspicious glance.

Connor and Risa finally pulled away from the kiss, staring into each other’s eyes lovingly.

“Damn, this sure was an eventful practice…” Lev said, breaking the silence. “I agree, maybe we should get to actually practicing.” Cam picked up his bass.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Connor reluctantly moved away from Risa.

“Wait, Connor? Have you thought of any actual song lyrics?” Lev asked out of curiosity.

“Oh, I’m working on it. For now we’ll work on cover songs and once I finish some actual lyrics that you guys approve of, we can start working on a song.”

And so that’s how the rest of practice went, they worked on their cover song and afterwards they snacked on the pastries Risa had brought.

“Mmm, these are good! As per usual, obviously.” Layton said, shoving another cookie into her mouth. “Thanks Layton.”

As they ate, Connor sat there with an empty notebook page, he chewed on the edge of his pen while trying to think of lyrics of some sort. They had to be perfect, but what would it be about?

As he thought, Risa tapped his shoulder snapping him out of his focus.

“Connor, you want a cookie?”

“Yeah, sure…just busy with trying to think of lyrics.”

Risa hummed in understanding, Connor rested his hand on top of hers.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something soon, Con.”

Connor smiled “Yeah, hopefully.”

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[olderthannetfic]

I recently read that Risa from Star Trek was originally going to be shown as explicitly LGBT-friendly thanks to Gene Roddenberry but that Rick Berman told the person in charge of designing Risa to ignore the note where he had asked for same-gender couples to be shown. Memory Alpha's Article on Risa says that Roddenberry had wanted to "radically change Risa's culture to incorporate extremely graphic depictions of homosexual behavior" (which to me reads a bit confusing and a bit like a homophobe wrote that because I doubt that Roddenberry wanted to show gay couples explicitly fucking on-screen with their genitals visible or a close-up of two guys making out with the camera zooming in on their tongues lol - but I may also have taken the phrasing of "extremely graphic depictions of homosexual behavior" in bad faith tbh though I kinda doubt it), and I haven't looked for the documentary where that is said yet but am a bit sad because that would have probably been quite nice, considering it's supposed to be a planet whose inhabitants are sexually open and which is known as a pleasure planet. I know canonical Trek has become more open to depicting the existence of queer people in actual text (or on-screen) rather than just subtext, which is very neat, but realizing that could have been incorporated more obviously in TNG or almost was done does make me a bit sad.

I have heard/read multiple times of people trying to include stuff that's more openly queer and queer-friendly and then being shut down because of either people in charge being scared of censors and homophobic viewers boycotting Trek or getting the show(s) to be shut down or people in charge themselves being homophobic. That sucks.

This paragraph was mostly me rambling about Barclay (am Data/Barclay anon from a while ago ehehe) because in one Voyager scene Barclay is shown being served drinks by a twink with a rather prominent bulge on Risa but then I decided not to bore you to death with my delusional ramblings about that being an indication of Barclay being bi due to him first interacting with another guy in a scene that starts with panning over a Risian beach where mostly straight couples are shown interacting with each other, as well as one throuple (two ladies, one guy) and a lonely woman getting up from the sand.

Sorry for rambling again. Also sorry if I have sent an ask like this (as in talking about Barclay in that Voyager scene on Risa) a while back, my memory is quite bad.

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Hi, just sent in a long-winded ask about queer representation in Trek and specifically talking about Risa, and rambling about Barclay... I just realized the "lonely" woman getting up wasn't actually lonely, but that I managed to overlook that she had been on the chair next to and conversing with another lady. I was too distracted by the waiter alien's bulge lol. So either they're a couple too or my silly grasping-at-straws-pseudo-theory is indeed bullshit. Still wanted to clarify for accuracy.^^

[willsimpforazula]

Sokkla Saturday Wk 3: Earth

My humble submission for sokkla saturday 2023 week 3. not quite good enough to put up on AO3 or FFN, but good enough to make it to tumblr, ig. very heavily inspired by Pictures of the Past, figured it could sorta work for when the kids start asking questions about what did mom do in the EK during the 100 years war *ps: there is the word 'earth' in the fic so that counts as meeting the theme *pps: TalesofOnyxBats is a goated Sokkla writer no cap fr anyways...... ******* It was going to happen at some point, they figured. After all, they figured that their kids had inherited enough intellect between the two of them to put two and two together. Or at least, have a good theory as to why everytime they travelled to Ba Sing Se (which wasn't often, but enough for them to have a semi decent idea of what the Upper Ring looked like.), their mother would often meet them at their granduncle's tea shop in disguise. Or why they would stay in the United Republics' embassy grounds instead of the Earth King's palace, among other questions.  __________________________________

Airship Lounge

Somewhere over Full Moon Bay

If it was any consolation, when the question finally came they were travelling in their private airship instead of on the ground in Ba Sing Se itself.

"Mom?" 

"Yes Miska?"

"Why do you need to put on disguises every time we go to Ba Sing Se?"

"Well…-"

"Also why can't we stay at the Earth King's palace? Aunt Katara and Uncle Aang and their family always stay there." Risa asked. 

Turning to her husband, Azula shot him a glance, which Sokka immediately understood. Taking a deep breath, she answered "Meet me in our room in 10 minutes.". 

"But wh-"

"We'll answer your questions then." Sokka cut them off, his voice taking on a serious tone that Risa and Miska understood to mean I will not repeat myself.  _________________________________

Azula and Sokka's bedroom

"Sokka?" Azula asked, her gaze fixed on the carpet of their room. 

"W-what do I tell them?" Azula asked nervously, simultaneously wanting to tell her kids the truth while not wanting to tarnish their image of her. 

Taking her hands in his, Sokka replied "As much or as little as you think they need to know. It's your story to tell, not mine."

"You were there when…-"

"We didn't know any better, Azula. Whatever you choose, know this: I will always still love you." he replied, kissing the back of her hand. __________________________________________ __________________________________________

Meanwhile, outside their room…

"Riri?"

"Do you think mom and dad are mad at us?"

"I-I don't think so." 

"You saw how mom reacted right? D-d-do you think we shou-"

"If we did they would have shut it down immediately, not ask us to see them in 10 minutes."

"I suppose you have a point."

"Once again, your big sister proves that she is always right." 

"Uh huh…like dating both Min Seok and Sakura clearly wasn't going to lead to…whatever that was."

"A momentary lapse in judgement." she handwaved, not eager to relive that particular set of memories.

"So you say, so you say. I suppose there is no reason to delay any longer?" Miska replied, giving their parents' cabin a quick few raps.

"Mom? Dad?"

"Come in."

Closing the door behind them, the twins waited with bated breath for whatever their parents had to say. "First off," Azula began,  "both of you aren't in trouble. That said, please stay back after this Risa, your father and I have some things we would like to discuss regarding how you conduct your…relationships.", to which Risa swallowed a gulp.

"But back to the topic at hand, what I am about to tell you is only for your ears alone and no one else outside this room. Do I make myself clear?"

When the twins nodded, she continued, giving Sokka's hand a squeeze as she did so. "How much of the Hundred Years War did your teachers tell you about?"

"Um…only that dad was part of the team that defeated the Fire Nation and ended it? Oh and that the Fire Nation staged a coup that toppled Ba Sing Se in a single night and occupied it for six months." Miska answered.

"Mom?"

"Yes Risa?"

"Were you the one who staged the coup and overthrew Kuei?"

"I wasn't alone in that, but yes, I was the one who planned and carried it out, among other things." Azula replied, before briefly explaining what had happened that night in the palace, though there were details that she omitted, choosing to set that aside for another time. If nothing else, they deserve to at least hear my side of the events, she thought.

With bated breath, she leaned against Sokka, a fluttering sensation in her stomach as she hoped against hope that her kids wouldn't outright disassociate themselves from her given her past or worse, hate her for her actions (who could blame them, really, she thought).

As the silence continued, Azula felt the urge to fill the space growing within her and just as she could no longer resist, they stood up and wrapped her in a hug, taking her by surprise as they let their simple action speak on their behalf. At this, her eyes started to tear as her worst fears proved unfounded and she hugged her kids tightly in response, even as Sokka wrapped his arms around them all. 

"Thank you Risa, Miska." she whispered.

[kissmeaboutit]

“You remembered that?” and/or “You don’t even know what you look like, do you?” for buddie prompts

I apologize that this took so long! I started it asap and fell into a rut halfway through. Thank you to my bestie Risa for helping me out!!

This was meant to be a drabble and ended up being 6k words so whoopss

anyways enjoy!!

“I need a favor.” Eddie slid next to Buck where he was currently buttoning up his shirt. Buck looked up at him with a slight frown as he took in Eddie’s appearance. From the wrinkle between his brows, Buck guessed he was stressed about something. 

“Hello, Eddie. Good morning, I am doing well, thanks for asking.” Buck’s tone was dry as he finished the last button.

“Okay, okay. Sorry. Good morning.” Eddie gnawed his lip, looking around to make sure no one was around before moving even closer. “Please, Buck. I need a favor.”

Buck shut the door to his locker, leaning back against the cool metal and staring at Eddie for a moment. “Are you alright? Just tell me what you need.” He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be concerned. 

Eddie fiddled with his watch, not making eye contact. “So, my cousin is getting married. I’m sure you remember me talking about it.” He didn’t wait for a reply before continuing. “Uh, right. Then, a few weeks ago I may have told my mom I was seeing someone. Just, ever since I came out she’s been trying to be extra supportive. Like trying to find me guys in LA to date. It’s honestly a bit weird,” Eddie rambled on, rubbing his neck.

Buck felt a weird twinge  at Eddie’s words that he couldn’t put a finger on.“Eddie, please get to the point.” His tone was fond, even when trying to seem annoyed by it. 

“Right. Sorry. So, I told my mom I was seeing someone, did I say that already? Well, surprise, surprise,  my mom told people . Newsflash, Buck! I am in fact not seeing anyone.” Eddie’s exasperation caused a snort from Buck. “So, my cousin- the one getting married- texted me this morning. She said a few people backed out and she’d love it if I brought my boyfriend as a plus one to fill in seats. Since they’re paid for already.”

Buck felt his eyebrows fly up as he crossed his arms over his chest and despite himself, felt a shit-eating grin grow on his face at the prospect of being able to make fun of his best friend. “So, you dug yourself into a hole? Wow, I am so glad it’s not me for once-”

“I need you to be my fake boyfriend!” Eddie cut him off, blurting it out.. “Please, Buck. I can’t tell everyone I lied. I can’t even pretend we broke up because she was asking me all these questions before she dropped that bomb on me!”

Buck’s eyes were wide in shock, taking extra time to process the words. “You-you want me to be your boyfriend?”

“Fake boyfriend.” Eddie corrected.

“Fake boyfriend.” Buck repeated. He licked his lips as he tried to take in what agreeing to this would mean. Except, this was for Eddie. So, instead of actually thinking, Buck just opened his mouth. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

There was a beat of silence between them before Eddie’s face broke out into a relieved smile. “Really? Thank you so much Buck. I promise it should only be for one night. You are such a life saver, man. I really owe you one.”

And honestly, being the one that blinding smile was directed at made everything worth it as Buck shook his head. “It’s nothing, Eds. Plus, people already joke that we are married. How hard can it be?”

*

It was, in fact, very hard. Not hard to believe. Not at all. What Buck was finding difficult was acting both as a real boyfriend and like it all meant nothing to him. Eddie took him home to Texas. They shared a hotel room the night before and they spent the whole morning together. They went over their story again; together for two months. Eddie asked Buck out one night after a few beers and while kicking Buck’s ass in Super Smash. 

What was hard was that Buck longed for this to be the truth, and ever since Eddie came out it felt like maybe it could be. Except Eddie was so adamant on this being fake. 

“Okay, we have to leave within the next ten minutes,” Eddie said as he left the bathroom, fiddling with the buttons on his sleeve. 

Buck stared at him from  the mirror where he was trying to put on his tie. Eddie looked  mesmerizing in his dark green suit that complimented his tanned skin and dark eyes, tailored perfectly to fit him in all the right places. 

“Buck? Did you hear me? Still can’t seem to tie a tie, huh?” Eddie teased and stepped in front of him, close, too close, taking both ends of the tie into his hands. Buck shook himself from his thoughts as he looked down at Eddie’s strong hands deftly working Buck’s tie.

“Oh,” he chuckled, the sound coming out a bit choked,“yeah. Guess there are just some things you never learn, right?” Buck’s eyes traveled from Eddie’s hands, up his arms, and to his face. “You uh, look pretty great. New suit?”

“Mhm, it was time for a new one,” Eddie said, concentrating on the tie. “Glad you like it.” He stayed silent for a second more, studiously working on the knot. “For the record, you look pretty great, too.” He finished up the tie and ran his hands down the sleeves of Buck’s salmon colored suit, stopping just as he reached Buck’s hands and pulling back. Buck resisted the urge to grab them and pull him back in. “Perfect. Now c’mon, we gotta head out. Don’t want to be late or I’ll never hear the end of it.” Eddie shot another smile his way and picked up his wallet and room key from the armoire, already heading for the door as though he knew Buck would be right behind. 

Buck, however, took a moment to reboot. “Right, yeah. Let’s go.” He grabbed his watch off the bed and clasped it on while walking to get his phone from  the charger. Buck inhaled and exhaled slowly now that his back was to Eddie. He could do this.

*

Buck couldn’t do this. Eddie had grabbed his hand as they walked to the venue, following the path to a beautiful outdoor area where the ceremony would be held. Buck couldn’t help but notice the way their  hands fit perfectly together, which only served to worsen his nerves . He worried that he was sweating and looked over to see if Eddie noticed. They took a seat on the bride's side, and Eddie made no movement to drop his hand.

Buck’s attention moved elsewhere, trying to get his mind off his beating heart. He saw Eddie’s parents in the row ahead of them, both leaned towards each other as they spoke in soft voices. He hoped he didn’t get grilled by them later on, they were a bit intimidating.  His eyes continued searching, looking for any more familiar faces. Abuela was sitting a few seats away from them, talking to Eddie’s sister, Adriana. Buck smiled softly, already planning on giving her a big hug the moment he was able to. 

There was soft music playing in the background, and Buck couldn’t help but feel like the romantic setting was making him feel like this was real. Buck refocused then, only to become hyper aware of the soft thumb that was rubbing over the back of his hand. Buck’s eyes trailed down,  following the soft movement of Eddie’s thumb rubbing  calming strokes into his skin. Buck looked up at Eddie’s face, but the other man was looking elsewhere, his expression giving nothing away.  

Before he could say anything, though what he would say was beyond him,  the music  started, and all heads turned to watch the groom make his way down the aisle. Buck, however, couldn’t tear his eyes away from the hand in his own, even when laughter filled the crowd as the groom did  something comedic. 

Buck’s mind drifted as he found himself wondering what Eddie’s hands would feel like on different parts of his body. They were somehow both strong and gentle, and Buck had a feeling Eddie’s touch would be similar.

When Buck finally looked over, the groomsmen were already lined up behind the groom. The bridesmaids were heading down the aisle now, Buck picked out Eddie’s other sister Sophia gracefully making her way wearing a beautiful champagne colored dress. Buck saw so much of Eddie in her, it always made him smile. The three of them were stunning.

As the ceremony commenced, Buck found himself still marveling at Eddie. Eddie and his soft touches, his fond smiles, and the way he’d lean over and whisper bits of family info as the bride and groom made vows that included a few inside family jokes. 

Eddie had chuckled when he saw Buck nodding studiously as Eddie briefly described the history between Tia Lucia and Tio Marcus. “If you think there are a lot of inside jokes now, wait until the reception. The toasts are gonna be indecipherable without me,” Eddie said, low and amused in Buck’s ear. 

And Buck shivered at Eddie’s proximity but still found himself grinning in anticipation. The fact that Eddie was putting such an effort into making Buck feel included was unbelievable to him and he almost felt greedy for wanting more, wanting whatever else Eddie deemed him worthy enough to give. 

**

During the cocktail hour, Eddie was gently leading Buck through the sea of people so they could say hello to his family. They’d stopped at his parents’ the night before, so luckily they didn’t have to do any awkward introductions, even if Buck had technically already met his parents. Thankfully, Abuela was around so Buck could finally give her the hug he’d been longing to.

“Oh, Evan, it's so good to see you. Look at you, are you eating right? My Eddito is taking care of you, isn’t he?” Isabel fussed, kissing his cheek when he leaned down.

“I promise you I am well fed.” Buck laughed softly, squeezing her hand when she reached down to hold one. It reminded him of Eddie’s touch. As though Eddie was reading his mind, a moment later Eddie’s hand slid into his other one and sent his abuela a sheepish grin. 

“Sorry to steal him away, Abuela. I just really want to go find something to drink.” Eddie kissed her cheek before whisking Buck away. Buck caught a glimpse of the knowing smile she sent their direction before she was lost in the crowd. It didn’t take Buck much thought to realize that Eddie had just wanted to get away from his parents.

On the way to the bar, they were stopped by Adriana and another woman. Buck tried to pinpoint if he recognized her, but fell flat.

“Dodo!” Adriana wrapped her fingers around his wrist, pulling her brother into a hug. Eddie melted into it, and Buck knew that for all his exasperation with them, that he couldn’t deny how much he missed his sisters.. He did, however, wrinkle his nose at the nickname. Buck huffed out a laugh remembering the story. It was something both his sisters had started calling him when they were young. It came to be after Sophia got a book on Dodo birds and the girls made the connection between that and Edmundo.

“Hi Adri, you look beautiful,” Eddie greeted, taking in his sister before a mischievous glint stole its way into his expression.  “As beautiful as a gremlin can look, that is,” he added,  pressing a kiss to her soft hair. Adriana scoffed and pinched at his hand, stepping back finally so she could get a good look at him. 

Her gaze trailed over to Buck and that same mischievous expression on Eddie’s face was suddenly mirrored in hers, making the family connection even more undeniable. “Ah, Buck! It’s so good to see you again! Eddie talks about you so much, I'm not surprised you're at  your first official Diaz wedding already.” She stepped in to hug him, welcoming him with open arms.

Buck wasn’t sure if she was just teasing, or if Eddie really did talk about him a lot. “Eddie’s always  talking about you guys, too. He’s always saying you’d get along with my sister, Maddie.” He smiled genuinely, thinking about the ways Adriana and Maddie would end up bullying him and Eddie.

“Oh, I bet! Hopefully we’ll be meeting her soon. Anyways, let me go get you guys something to drink!” She floated off on a cloud of silk, the length of her dress just barely trailing on the ground. . 

Buck turned back to the conversation Eddie was having with the other woman who Buck had somehow forgotten. Just like he’d forgotten they were still holding hands. Eddie smiled at him. “Buck, this is my cousin, Irene. She has a son around Christopher’s age, they are always playing that one game together online.”

“Oh! Tristan? The two of them are always so funny.” Buck smiled widely in recollection.

Irene looked a bit surprised that he knew that and  Eddie butted in to add some context. “Yeah, Buck is always hanging out with Chris and keeping an eye out when he plays with people online. He knows I'm  a worrier when it comes to stranger danger. It’s sweet. So he knows all of the friends Chris plays with. He says it’s because I'm neurotic, but I secretly think he worries too.” Eddie pretended like he was whispering the last part, which made Irene laugh . Eddie didn’t stop, though, each new word making Buck’s brain short circuit. “He’s so great with him, it feels  amazing to have a partner again. Someone to rely on, you know? I sometimes can’t believe I got so lucky to find someone who treats my kid like his own.”

Buck couldn’t breathe. Eddie was talking so seriously about him, he almost forgot that they were in the same room. Thankfully, Adriana appeared again with two glasses of wine. “Here you go.” She pressed a red wine into Eddie’s hands and a white into Buck’s. Buck could tell Eddie was just going to accept it, so he spoke up.“Eddie actually doesn’t drink red. He once said he drank an entire bottle and got so drunk that he started drunk calling random restaurants and ended up ordering food from like four places by accident,” Buck laughed as he plucked the red from Eddie’s hands and replaced it with the white. “Now it just gives him a headache to even remember.”

Eddie looked down at the wine he was now holding and back up to Buck, his eyes shining with something Buck couldn’t pinpoint. “You remembered that? I told you that like five years ago at my first Grant-Nash barbeque.” He laughed, taking a small sip of the white wine.

Buck reached out to straighten Eddie’s tie before slipping their hands together again. “I remember everything that you tell me, Eds.” He said it as if it was so simple. Because it was. Eddie and Buck’s eyes locked on each other, and for a second Buck thought Eddie was about to lean in to kiss him.

Irene and Adriana both cooed at the sight and whatever moment they were about to have was shattered by the sudden reminder that they weren’t alone. Well, only if there was a moment to have. Buck was pretty sure the wine was already getting to him.

At the start of the reception , Buck and Eddie found themselves seated at a table with Eddie’s sisters and other relatives around the same age. Eddie had thanked God that they weren’t stuck at his parents’ table.

Everything went well after that. They brought in the bridal party, had their dances, and were served dinner. Once dinner came to an end, the DJ began playing  songs to get people on the dancefloor. 

*

Eddie was whisked away by his sisters when one of their favorite line dancing songs started up. Eddie had turned to invite Buck, but Buck  waved him off, smiling as he got to see Eddie loosen up under the attention of his family. He watched as the three of them joined the dance floor and started dancing in sync. Buck turned in his chair, draping his arm over the back and resting his head against it to be able to see them. Eddie was mesmerizing as he moved along the dancefloor. He seemed to know the moves like they were ingrained into his brain. Buck didn’t even know the song, but Eddie clearly did by the way he was singing along.

God. Buck was so in love with him.

The song ended, and Buck turned back around and downed the rest of his drink. He didn’t even realize he was up until he was stepping onto the dancefloor. The song changed to Time of My Life. Eddie was now taking off his suit jacket and tossing it over a random chair, making his way back to where his sisters were and Buck tried not to trip over himself at the sight of Eddie down to his button up, rolling up his sleeves a bit to cool down. Buck stopped in front of him, the slow beginning of the song filling the room as the crowd sang along.  Their eyes connected, and Buck felt any anxiety he had about doing this slide away.

I've been waiting for so long

Now I've finally found someone to stand by me

“Hey, you made it! Dance with me.” Eddie smiled, reaching his hand out towards him. People were starting to dance, their gentle movements fitting the current part of the song.

Now with passion in our eyes

There's no way we could disguise it secretly

So we take each other's hand

'Cause we seem to understand the urgency

Buck slipped his hand into Eddie’s, who pulled him close before spinning him out. The moment he came back towards Eddie’s chest again, it was like nothing mattered except for the feeling of Eddie’s warm body against his and his brilliant smile directed at him, only him. They were the only ones in the room. His confidence grew as the song continued, both moving together easily. 

Just remember

You're the one thing

I can't get enough of

So I'll tell you something

This could be love, because

Buck’s arms slipped around Eddie’s neck as they both belted out, heads tilted back for dramatics. “I’ve had the time of my life! No, I never felt this way before!” 

They looked back at each other, and the words felt too real for him. A feeling Buck could barely name washed over him, overwhelming him to the point he stepped back  to give himself some space. He didn't stop dancing though, because he was still having fun even if his heart  hurt at wanting what he couldn’t have.

Eddie’s eyes were following him the whole time. 

“What?” Buck laughed as he spun himself, his feet moving on their own accord. Eddie just shook his head, biting his lip to keep his smile from peaking through.

“You don’t even know what you look like, do you?” Eddie murmured, Buck almost didn’t hear it over the music.

“What?” Buck repeated. He had to have misheard him. 

Instead of answering, Eddie yelled out, “Hey, baby!” Then, he took several steps backwards and started doing the dance. Eddie was full out Patrick Swayze-ing him right now. Buck stood in shock and didn’t know if he should laugh or not.

‘With my body and soul

I want you more than you'll ever know

So we'll just let it go

Don't be afraid to lose control, no

Yes, I know what's on your mind

When you say, "Stay with me tonight" ‘

“Holy- Eddie, how the heck do you know this dance?!” Buck exclaimed. When he looked over he noticed Adriana and Sophia were also doing the dance, like this was something they did often. “Nevermind, I got my answer.” Buck pointed his thumb towards them. 

Eddie laughed loudly, but it didn’t hinder his dancing. When it got to the jump, Buck jokingly ran towards him with his arms spread. Eddie bent down and wrapped his arms under Buck’s butt, grunting as he stood back up. Buck flailed for a moment, looking down at him. 

“Lift with your legs!” Buck yelled, laughing loudly.

“I know,” Eddie snorted. He didn’t last long before he was setting Buck’s feet on the ground, standing up straight. They were now nose to nose, panting softly against each other's faces. The music faded around them as Buck zeroed in on the way Eddie was looking at him.

“You never answered me. When I asked if you knew what you looked like.” Eddie made no movement to step away from him. “Do you?”

Buck’s expression turned pensive. “I don’t even know what you mean, Eds. Do I look weird?”

Eddie let out the smallest chuckle, his hand coming up to cup his face. “I mean you’re weird, but you don’t look weird.” Buck swallowed hard. “You should dance with me more often.”

“Okay.” Buck’s reply was immediate.

Eddie looked flushed and happy as he stroked Buck’s cheek almost absentmindedly. “Yeah?” he asked, sounding as breathless as he looked. His smile grew at Buck’s nod and his thumb gently moved to brush along the corner of Buck’s mouth before stopping and letting it pause against his jaw instead. Eddie’s eyes turned almost pensive, as though he was deep in thought. 

Buck opened his mouth to question the sudden change when Eddie tugged him closer, resting both of his hands on  Buck’s waist in a proper hold, forcing Buck to wrap his arms around Eddie’s shoulders so that they were chest to chest. He swayed them gently to the music and Buck moved with ease, taking in the warmth of Eddie’s body against his own.

A long moment where Buck let himself selfishly imagine that this was real passed before Buck finally spoke. He reluctantly pulled his head back from where it was almost resting against Eddie’s to look the other man in the eye.“Is everything alright, Eds? You seem…” Buck trailed off, unable to find the correct word and so caught up in trying to think of it that he almost missed Eddie’s murmured response. It was hard to hear him over the song, so Buck just laughed in return. “Speak up, you sound like Chris when you ask if he’s finished his homework,” he teased fondly. 

Eddie, however, didn’t laugh. He stared at Buck with that same pensive, all encompassing look, and, seemingly frustrated by what he saw, turned his face into Buck’s neck. Buck shivered at the point where his nose brushed under his ear, gentle and barely there, like Eddie was hiding. When he pulled back, it was just enough to lock eyes with Buck, the furrow in his brow speaking of unsaid things and unknown depths that Buck couldn’t begin to fathom. Buck held his breath, now, thinking he was about to get plunged into the deep end as Eddie opened his mouth to speak but then he watched as Eddie changed his mind, letting out a forced-sounding laugh instead. “I think we’re being watched.” Eddie’s eyes glanced to the side where Adriana and Sophia were talking over their glasses of wine. 

“They’ve been staring all night. Didn’t their parents teach them that it’s impolite?” Eddie joked, and Buck couldn’t help but feel like Eddie was attempting to diffuse the awkward tension that had built between them in the last minute. Buck felt Eddie’s fingers tense on his waist as they  continued to dance, Eddie’s eyes gazing into his own; intense, searching. Buck watched as Eddie swallowed. . “We sure do make a good dance team, maybe we can be dance partners forever?” 

“Who said anything about forever?” Buck asked immediately, his mind was working a mile a minute to keep up. The overwhelmed feeling was back in full force. He needed to get out of this intimate position they were in, because of course this was all just for show. Eddie was doing this to get his family off his back, so why was he talking about forever? It didn’t mean a damn thing. 

“I did,” Eddie said softly, but with an assurance Buck usually only associated with Eddie and his decision making skills on the job. He watched as Eddie’s eyes flicked down to his lips and back up. And then Eddie was leaning in.

It took Buck a moment to understand what was happening and he felt like he was gasping for breath, being tumbled and shaken up and his entire world turning on its axis “I can’t-” he whispered, the thought of kissing when it meant nothing to Eddie didn’t sit right with him. Buck completely stepped away, then, letting Eddie’s hands drop from their place.

Eddie blinked, looking like he was snapping out of a daze as their bubble popped. He was frozen in place. “Why?” he asked with the same soft tone. His eyes searched Buck’s face for the answer. 

Buck swallowed hard in an attempt to tamp down the wave of emotions. The tears were welling up, eyes red rimmed and full of emotion. He shrugged, shaking his head as he took another step back. “I���” He choked on the words he couldn’t seem to form. A single tear rolled down his cheek and Buck let out a sound of frustration as he scrubbed at it with the back of his hand. “I…I can’t pretend like this doesn’t mean anything to me. I can’t pretend like I don’t want you.” Buck felt foolish for letting these thoughts out that Eddie was never supposed to know of in the first place. It was selfish. He was here to help Eddie and yet, here he was, making it about himself. Buck was breathing faster, looking around the room. He felt like everyone was watching. 

“Woah, hey, hey.” Eddie reached out to cup the back of Buck’s neck. “Buck. Take a breath,” Eddie murmured, trying to get Buck’s teary, frantic eyes to connect with his own. 

Their point of contact was almost enough to calm something down in Buck’s raging mind, but the reminder was stamped on every available surface: This is fake. Buck shuddered. The touch was too much. Buck gently pushed the arm away and turned to find a place to go. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. 

Eddie’s eyes narrowed into a new resolve, and Buck needed to walk away before Eddie could reject him.But Eddie, Buck knew, wouldn’t let him walk away from this. He felt it in the way that Eddie gently wrapped his fingers around his wrist and tugged Buck towards a door that led outside. It was dark now, but Buck could appreciate the way it was beautifully lit, warm string lights making the world feel a bit hazy and unreal. 

Eddie brought them to a stop far enough away from the building where nobody could see them, nobody could see Buck fall apart. They were at a railing overlooking a lower level to the gardens and Buck felt like he was barely holding on. 

Eddie’s voice, still steady, broke through the muffled quiet of the music they’d left behind. “Breathe, Buck. Please,” he implored, letting  the fresh air fill their lungs. 

Maybe it was the way Eddie asked, or maybe it was that Buck was never able to deny Eddie anything, but regardless it had Buck stepping to the railing and dropping his hands onto the cooled metal. His head hung low between his shoulders  as he sucked in a deep breath and let it out. 

“There you go, Buck.” Eddie sounded relieved.

It broke Buck’s heart that after his disastrous confession, Eddie still cared enough to take care of him. “I’m sorry, Eddie. Sorry that I came here. I’m sorry that I probably made a scene in there. I’m sorry that I can’t act like this is an act. Like it means nothing. I’m so sorry.” Buck’s voice cracked, eyes squeezed closed.

There was a long silence. Then; “Who said it doesn’t have to mean anything?” 

Buck shuddered out a breath, a broken laugh startling out of him.“You did, Eddie! You came to me and said you needed a fake boyfriend! Fake, Eddie, you know what that word means! I shouldn't have said yes. I knew it would eat me up inside, and I was right. Every touch, every-every look, every sweet, silly thing you’ve said to me has been so painful, and you just don’t get it!” Buck panted heavily, his explosion apparently having made him face Eddie head on at some point.

Eddie was frozen in shock, his eyes wide at the outburst. He looked off-kilter, the same way Buck had been feeling since Eddie had pulled him close. It was unusual for them, being able to read each other so easily and now being somewhere new. Eddie knew all of Buck, he was the one that others went to when Buck was acting off. Or at least, he was supposed to know all of Buck. But how could he know what Buck had hidden so carefully from him? This secret was for no one but Buck to live with, and now it was out. Buck reached up to feel the dampness on his cheeks and turned away, embarrassed. 

“Evan.,” Eddie started, and the reminder of the last time he’d called Buck by his first name had Buck shake his head and press further back against the railing. 

Eddie swallowed thickly. “Buck, amor,” Eddie said, and Buck’s head whipped up at the word. Eddie’s tone had shifted and he sounded as desperate as Buck felt as he continued, brown eyes blown wide and with the concerned furrow in his brow.“Listen to me, please.” Once he was certain Buck was listening, he took another step closer. “There is not a damn fake thing about how I feel for you.” 

The silence between them was filled with heavy breaths and the sounds of bugs chirping.

“What?” Buck croaked.

Eddie breathed out a tiny, private laugh and shook his head. “Evan Buckley. The love I have for you is one of the few real, true parts of my life. I asked you to come here because there isn’t a single fake feeling I have for you, which, in hindsight probably was a stupid thing to make both of us do. I didn’t realize it would be torture for me, too, seeing you looking so beautiful, taking care of me like I was yours, charming my family like you were in this for the long haul. But I knew it would be believable because I wouldn’t have to act. I’ve never had to act with you. I love you, Buck.”

“Oh.” Buck’s breath was taken away for a different reason this time. And then he resurfaced, and he breathed again. “Oh. You love me. You? You love me. I love you.” Buck absently reached up and poked his chest, emphasizing his point before reaching out to poke Eddie just where his heart was. Buck looked down at his finger and the solid mass of Eddie’s chest beneath it and then looked back up into Eddie’s amused eyes. 

Eddie laughed softly, taking a hold of Buck’s finger and stepping closer. “Mm. I gathered. It’s still very nice to hear.” Eddie took the finger he was still holding onto and maneuvered it so that they ended up properly holding hands between themselves so that he could pull Buck the rest of the way in. “I, Eddie Diaz, love you, Evan Buckley,” he murmured into the minute space between them, his breath warm on Buck’s lips. Buck’s eyelids fluttered as he glanced down at Eddie’s lips. Their noses brushed together, both were all smiles. “You aren’t going to run off dramatically this time, are you?” Eddie teased, his voice low.

Buck laughed, shaking his head. His free hand found its way up to fiddle with Eddie’s tie, his eyes still on him. “Nah. Not this time.” He used the tie to tug Eddie in and cover the last millimeter of distance between them, their lips finally meeting. It was awkward for a moment with their smiles preventing anything from progressing, but then Eddie tilted his head and Buck gasped at the sensation and fell into it, letting a low groan rumble out from his chest. Eddie had Buck pressed into the railing, their hands wandering the expanse of their bodies. . 

After an indeterminate amount of time Eddie pulled back, his fingers tangled in Buck’s soft curls. He smiled, dropping a few more  soft kisses to his lips. They were returned happily, Buck’s soft puffs of laughter cut off between each one. Eddie pulled  his face back, and let his gaze explore Buck’s face. Eddie was illuminated only by the warm glow of the string lights but Buck could see the want blowing his pupils wide open. “God. Look at you,” Eddie whispered, biting his lip. Hestepped back a little, twirling Buck to the song they could barely hear filtering out from the reception hall. He pulled him into his chest and Buck went, pliant and giddy. “Just as I thought,” Eddie spoke into Buck’s ear, making his skin erupt in goosebumps. “You really have no idea what you look like.” 

Buck’s cheeks flushed, his hair a mess from Eddie’s fingers. He shook his head against Eddie’s and buried his face into Eddie’s shoulder, because he could now. 

And still Eddie continued, like a dam breaking. “I can’t even put it into words, Buck. You thought I wouldn’t be head over heels in love with you when you look like this?” Eddie nudged Buck’s head up and used his thumb to swipe over Buck’s bottom lip. “Beautiful.” Eddie heldhis chin between his thumb and forefinger and pulled him in for another kiss. “And I can’t believe I get to have you,” he added, grinning at the way Buck nipped his lip as they broke apart. 

“You are such a sap, I can’t believe I didn’t realize this before.It’s actually disgusting. Good thing I'm disgustingly in love with you, too,” he whispered, dropping kisses all over Eddie’s face, pressing the last one onto the mole under his eye. “Okay, Mr. Diaz. Let’s head back in before people start asking questions.” 

Eddie kissed him once more, taking his hand. They re-entered the venue, the music now much louder  the moment the door opened. Eddie was about to lead him back to their table when Adriana was suddenly in front of them, giving them a once over. 

“You guys were totally faking it before, weren’t you?” she asked, hands crossed over her chest as she stared at them with an eyebrow raised.

Eddie and Buck looked at each other, immediately talking over the other. 

“What-?” 

“No-”

Adriana held her hand up to stop them from talking, not before letting an annoying smirk overtake her expression. “I mean, you’re obviously not faking it now because well, look at you both. You’re in love. You guys were not this giddy earlier,” she explained, and then focused on Eddie. “Let me guess, you needed to get mom off your back and it backfired?  I’ve read enough romances to know how this ended. I thought you were as happy as you could be this morning, but man, was I wrong. Because now I know that I’ve never seen you so happy.” 

Sophia popped up behind them, her arms draped over both their shoulders. “You shoulda seen them outside, it was like a scene from a movie.”

Eddie and Buck exchanged startled looks and they both  flushed as Eddie groaned. “Okay, enough teasing, please.”

“We are your sisters, Dodo. Never gonna happen.” Adriana stepped in and all four of them squeezed into a happy hug. “I am so happy for you, and that you finally got your head out of your ass long enough to finally confess,” she said once they pulled apart. But then her expression changed and Buck almost stepped back in fear. “But I don’t appreciate you lying to me. Don’t do it again.” Adriana poked Eddie’s chest.

Sophia rounded to stand in front of them. She did the, ‘I got my eye on you’ motion, and then they were gone.

Buck let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.“Wow, they are intense,” Buck snorted, looking at Eddie and grinning. “C’mon, hot stuff. Dance with me before the night is over.” He held his hand out to him.

“Forever?” Eddie asked, dropping his hand into Buck’s. 

“Forever,” Buck repeated, stepping backwards to the dance floor. “Then we can do a different type of dance in our hotel room.” Buck winked

“Buck…” Eddie paused for a moment and then seemed lost in thought for a second before turning back to Buck with a newly predatory glint in his eye. “Hurry up and let’s get a dance in.”  

Buck’s boisterous laughter cut through the music as they entered the crowd.