#what the fuck ever do i do now. like what. like hello

[jinxsequin]

hiii!!! was wondering if you could write like a modern!au w powder/jinx, maybe them in uni?

ALIGHT ✧.*ೃ

| modern au!powder x fem!reader

| wc: 6.5k

| content/warnings: uni/college au, men dni, brief mention of violence (?) unintentional, fluff, kissing, mentions of anxiety & alcohol, maybe ooc powder, slightly weirdly paced writing, caitvi mentioned (couldn't help myself sorry), reader referred to as a girl, no mention of y/n, r & powder are both losers <3

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Begrudgingly trekking down to the floors of the flat to escape the deafening sounds of the fire alarm, you joined the others on the field who had actually bothered getting out in the dead of the night for what was definitely the 5th practice alarm of the month. You’d almost not given in, the warmth your blankets had provided you too precious to lose. But the blaring of the alarm was unforgiving, and despite your efforts to block it out, the damage had been done - you were awake. 

You stumbled clumsily onto the field, slippers being your swift choice of footwear was beginning to prove ineffective. The mix of people murmuring in the dark,  complaining, some yawning hit your ears as you struggled to navigate the crowd of bodies. The field being pitch black wasn’t helping, but right as that thought had passed through your head, the blazing rays of a torchlight rendered you blind, the sight actually leaving your eyes for a solid minute. “Hey!,” you croaked out, squinting through the pain to see where it had come from. The culprit jumped in surprise, torch flying out of their hands and hitting the same affected eye with a whack. “OUCH,” was all you were able to yell, a hand instinctively clutched over the affected eye. As if the aching from the first incident hadn’t been enough, the throbbing pain pulsating in your eye now made you sure you were going to wake up with a nasty bruise.

“Oh fuck, I’m SO sorry, oh my god,” the voice of the offender rambled out, hands coming up to your shoulders in panic. Though the pain hadn’t subsided yet, you moved your hands from your eyes, opening them curiously to catch a glimpse of the owner of the voice. Your breath caught in your throat. Bright blue eyes flicked over your face, rosy lips turned down into a concerned frown. Choppy tresses the same colour as her alluring eyes, save for a singular pink streak, framed her freckled face. She was so breathtaking, the predicament you had found yourself in was slowly being forgotten.

“Hello, are you good? Do you need medical help?? Oh god, what have I done?” the panicked rambling forced you back to reality. 

“I’m-It’s fine. It was an accident,” you managed to huff out, her hands sliding away from your shoulder as she stepped back. Her gaze still ran over your face, thoroughly examining you with a guilt-ridden expression. Your right eye was still burning with pain, but you couldn’t even really be that mad at a face like that. Though, you did make a mental note not to ever bother acting accordingly with the fire drill again - leaving your bed had only caused an embarrassing interaction with a very attractive woman. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The girl wasn’t letting go easily, eyebrows drawn in concern as she observed you trying to play it off, admittedly failing. You wished the ground would just open up and swallow you, this whole spectacle reducing you to a mumbling mess.  

“I’m fine,” you forced yourself to speak with a cheer to your voice, facing the girl with a smile you prayed to whatever powers were listening was normal. “Look, doesn’t even hurt anymore,” you pulled your hand away from your face, instantly mentally facepalming for your choice of unconvincing words. The girl raised an eyebrow in incredulity, but nodded reluctantly. “I’m so, so sorry, again.” 

You chose not to speak, opting for a shake of your head and a tiny smile. As if the gods above had decided your suffering was finally enough, the guards of the building had given the green light, announcing it was safe for everyone to finally go back in. You sighed in relief, shuffling as quickly as you could to get back into your bed and pretend this was just a dream. 

Alas, your wish wasn’t granted - when you got in the elevator packed with several other people, who should at the last second sliver through the metal doors but the same blue-haired charmer from before. Her eyes briefly flashed in recognition as she took her spot besides you. Not daring to look, you watched out of the corner of your eye as she looked you up and down, a small smirk on her lips at your bear-covered pyjamas. You closed your eyes abruptly, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. Your cheeks burned, and you swore you heard a faint giggle from her as she caught sight of it. Motherfucker. 

As soon as the elevator dinged, you hurried out, your room suddenly not being close enough. You finally reached it, hastily pulling your keys out to unlock the door. 

“Oh hey, would you look at that,” the voice spoke cheerfully. You whipped around to meet the mischievous eyes of the girl standing in front of the room right across from you. “Looks like we’re neighbours, pretty girl!”

Your eyes widened at the boldness of the nickname. “Goodnight,” you uttered simply, pretending to ignore her taunting chuckle in response as you turned around and slammed the door behind you. You crashed onto the bed, throwing off your slippers and burrowing your head in the pillow. That was definitely a dream. 

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It was most definitely not a dream. The morning after, the remnants of the impact ached, but for the most part you were unscathed. You shook off any distracting thoughts of the girl from last night, setting about having a productive day catching up with university work you’d been procrastinating. It was nearing the end of the afternoon when the knock came on your door. You looked up from your laptop screen, scanning your phone for any texts. None, and when any of your friends came over they always dropped a text beforehand to let you know. Your hands found your temples, massaging to alleviate the aching. Maybe attempting to study with the pain wasn’t the best idea, you thought as you stared hard at the door, as if willing hard enough would make the person behind it go away. It wouldn't - they knocked twice again, slightly louder this time. You sighed in relent and crossed the room, opening the door to whoever was behind. 

And who else was it but the girl who’d plagued your thoughts all night. “You,” you breathed out, staring in surprise. You hadn’t meant to sound so contemptuous, regretting it when the girl’s confident gaze faltered for a second. She quickly recovered, holding up a plate. “Hi. I made cupcakes,” she grinned, gaze steadily scanning your face. 

You stood back, wordlessly inviting her in, not knowing what else to do. She looked around for a place to put them, deciding your desk would do. She turned back to you watching her actions curiously, then moved towards you quickly. You barely held in your yelp of surprise as her cool hands came up to your face, fingers running under the skin underneath your eye. Your eyes fixed on her concentrated gaze, struggling to get any protest out, the proximity striking you dumb. “What are you doing…” you finally stumbled out, voice just a tone above a light whisper. She stepped back abruptly, hands dropping to her sides as she smiled nervously. “Thank god, toots, no damage done. How are you feeling?” 

Your hand briefly ghosted over where her hands had just been. You’d already thoroughly examined the injured area in the mirror the moment you’d woken up, thankfully no mark had been left somehow. You shot her a look as she flopped down onto your bed, looking up at you expectedly. Resigning, you joined her on your bed, facing her. 

“I’m completely fine,” your gaze flicked over to the sweet treat she’d set down on your desk, “thanks for the cupcakes though, you didn’t have to do all that,” replying genuinely. She smiled amusedly, waving a hand as if it was nothing. “Consider it an apology.” You returned her smile, the thoughtful gesture was a complete contradiction of her feigned nonchalance. 

“So what’s all this,” she was holding a page of your dog-eared meticulously taken notes, trying to make out the words scribbled across it. 

You rolled your eyes at her antics, “well I was studying.”

“Oh! What do you study?”

“Psychology,” you answered, shuffling the notes out of her reach, all plans of studying disturbed. “You?”

“Mechanical engineering. Different worlds then, huh?” she mused amusedly, shifting her position so she sat with her shoulder to yours. 

“You could say that,” you replied, still not adjusted to how comfortable she had made herself next to you. The wildly different degrees and schedules answered your question of how you’d never seen her around despite how close she lived. But here she was, dropping into your room like you were best friends, and with cupcakes - not that you were ungrateful, just completely stumped.

She watched you closely, puffing her cheeks and blowing the air out as she figured out her next proposal. “So….what are we doing this evening?”

“We???” you shot back, though your lips curled up despite yourself. 

“Yes, we,” she rolled her eyes lightheartedly, getting off your bed and walking backwards towards the door, “be ready in 15 minutes. Gonna show you the best sight you’ve ever laid your pretty eyes on,” she sang out. 

“I don’t even know your name!” you called out. 

“It’s Powder!” her voice laughed back, voice fading as the door swung shut. You barely had time to process what had just occurred before you remembered the time limit she’d given you, pulling yourself to hurriedly get ready.

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Ever since the day Powder had, by definition, dropped into your life, you’d become immeasurably close. Despite your slightly rocky start, from the night she’d shown you the hidden rooftop where you could observe the city’s twinkling lights for miles, you’d grown a bond that was undoubtedly unbreakable. 

Of course, it wasn’t immediate. Though you’d absolutely taken a liking to Powder, perhaps even from the moment she’d hit that torch over your eye - putting yourself out there wasn’t really a thing for you. You much preferred to stick to your own small circle of friends, the familiarity calming your nerves. But then Powder had come along, the very picture of candidness, spontaneity and openness - everything so unfamiliar it surprised you how much you craved more when you were apart. Though Powder was never away for too long. 

Thinking back to the first evening you’d hung out, how she had her head thrown back, laughing at something insignificant you’d said. Calming down and nudging your shoulder with hers, so casually throwing out “I think we’re going to be good friends, you know,” watching you as you stared back at her, smiling softly. She’d been so playful the entire evening, wary of your resistance, but you truly felt the genuinity her words conveyed for the first time that night and it set your body alight, enveloping your body in that warm fuzzy feeling you constantly seeked in her absence. If only she knew how open your heart had been towards her from the beginning, regardless of your anxious demeanour. 

You could barely remember a memory from the past six months that didn’t include her somehow, it was as if she’d become entwined with your very being. Library visits, movie nights, exploring a new place in town, concerts, occasional parties, everything was done with you by her side. Contrary to before, you found yourself saying yes to things that you’re sure would have astonished past you. Of course, she never pushed you to do things entirely out of your comfort zone, much preferring cuddling at your side staying in if the two of you weren’t up to something particularly adventurous. Powder was your greatest weakness, it was increasingly hard to do anything but agree with her. And your massive crush on her certainly didn’t ease that impulse. You’d, of course, been aware of that from the moment you laid eyes on her. Many times, you’d fallen victim to the false belief that it didn’t exist anymore, then she simply lean into your personal space with her charming grin and the truth would come crashing down on you once again. You’d reached a point of acceptance now, convincing yourself you were content with how things were. Admittedly, though you’d definitely consider each other your best friends respectively, somewhere the line between friendship and the unknown had become fuddled, and you were currently residing in the limbo that was characterised by fleeting, uncertain tension.

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Powder lay sprawled out across your head, tossing something - likely one of your poor calico critters - in her hands, throwing it into the air and catching it repeatedly as you worked away at your desk. Summer break closely approaching unfortunately meant an influx of exams, and though Powder had already finished all of hers, you still had one left, the timing particularly cruel as the start of the holidays were only 2 days away, simmering on the horizon.

“When will you be done? I’m getting boooored over here with no attention,” she drawed the words out, haphazardly opening your bedside drawers. 

“The same answer you got when you asked last, you big baby,” you replied, flipping through your textbook. 

“Wrong answer!” Mimicking an incorrect buzzer sound. “C’mon, trinket, you’ve been studying for this one for weeks now. How about you give that brain of yours the rest it deserves?” She remarked, glancing at the back of your head as you exhaled softly. “And I mean that shit, you’ve been muttering study notes in your sleep.”

“I have absolutely not,” you turned around in your chair abruptly, wide-eyed. Powder simply raised an eyebrow in response, teasing grin on her face, and you turned back round, resting your forehead on your hands.

“Okay, you’re right,” you spoke, your voice muffled. “One more page.” Powder huffed at that, but counted it as a win ultimately. 

“Also, I’ve witnessed you, with my own two eyes, do chemistry problems for fun, I don’t wanna hear it,” you teased back, straightening up in your seat. 

“Touché, toots.” She closed the drawer, glancing around the bedroom she’d grown accustomed to curiously, before sitting up and staring at the back of your head again.

“Why haven’t you packed up? Leaving it to the last minute doesn’t sound very much like you,” she asked, face scrunched up in confusion. 

You paused in your seat at that, pen frozen in its place. You didn’t dare turn around for fear of being read instantly, a power Powder had annoyingly acquired very early on into your friendship.

“I’m not going home,” you simply replied, picking up your pen again and hovering it over the page, though your train of thoughts had long dissipated. 

Powder’s question as to why stopped in her throat, the memory of you mentioning your complicated family situation flashing quickly through her head. She simply nodded though your back was still turned, tinged with guilt at bringing up bad memories for you unintentionally. 

“Well, there’s one big final party tomorrow, the night after your exam,” she spoke up again after a few beats of silence, the question hanging in the air.

You turned around to face her, your turn to raise an eyebrow at her lightheartedly.

“Way to end this year with a bang?” she practically pleaded, “I live all the way across the country, this’ll probably be the last thing we do before we come back for next year.”

The thought hadn’t even had the chance to cross your head before this, and hearing it now from her made something in your chest twist a little. The next few months without being attached to Powder at the hip were going to be surreal to say the least, a wave of the imminent loneliness crashing over you as you sat before her now. You managed a small smile, meeting her anticipating gaze. “Sure, Pow.” 

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To say parties were not your forte was an understatement, but the buzz of the shot you’d taken 10 minutes ago was starting to hit you now as you downed another. Powder had been swept into conversation with a few friends that greeted you cheerfully and roped you into their chat, very familiar with you at this point, but the lack of alcohol in your system was beginning to make you doubtful about being here in the first place. So you’d slithered away, making your way into the kitchen, taking in the surroundings, people packed into every corner, the bass of the music matching the beat of your heart, the bloodstream running through your veins. 

“Sulking in a corner so early in? Can’t have that, toots, can we?” came Powder’s voice, a lilt in her tone as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing her face close to yours so you’d hear her over all the noise.

“Are you forgetting I sat an exam this very morning, and still made it here?” you remarked playfully. 

“Oh shit, yeah,” Powder’s expression quickly turned serious, concern flickering over her face though your words had been lighthearted. She hadn’t had a chance to ask about it, getting ready before arriving had only consisted of excited chatter. “How did that go?” 

You shook your head in response, “let’s not,” you whined lightly.

“My brave soldier. I’m proud of you,” Powder’s grin reached her eyes. You made a face at her words though the giggle escaping your throat betrayed you as you picked up a third shot. Powder’s eyes widened slightly. 

“And tipsy already, without me???” she said mock-exasperatedly.

You shrugged slightly. She was exaggerating, she’d taken a couple when you’d first arrived, but the effect hit you a lot sooner than it did her. 

“You were pretty busy over there,” you opted for, and raised the glass to your lips. Powder’s eyes dropped to your mouth for a second before swiftly taking the glass out of your grip, holding it to her own lips and tipping her head back slightly as she drained the glass. That fuzzy feeling intensified as you watched in awe, eyes unblinking as the heat of her shoulder wrapped around you suddenly became too much to bear. 

“Dance?” She abruptly asked, a hint of a light smirk on her lips.

“Dance?” you quizzed back, incredulously, though that glint in her blue eyes told you she was serious, determined to get her way. 

“Oh come on, you won’t refuse me a dance will you, when we’ll be apart for so long,” she replied, a hand draped against her forehead dramatically.

“It’s not like we’re going off to war, Powder,” you shook her head at her antics, smiling widely. 

Powder snorted at your response, before wrapping her hand around yours, squeezing tightly as she led you through the packed crowds of people dancing wildly. 

Settling in your own space, she danced freely, the movements coming to her naturally as just about everything else did, in your eyes at least. You followed her movements, though the combination of alcohol and the heat from the close bodies was slowing you down significantly. The bleary feeling increased as the two of you continued, your head fuzzy from the shots and the loud bass music blaring through the speakers, Powder moving dangerously nearer. Somewhere in the haze, some emotional switch was turned on in your body, your heart twisting and writhing in your chest at the mere thought of being apart from her for just a second. How on earth would you survive months without her? Your movements slowed down to almost a halt as you were caught in a trance, watching as her blue tresses slipped free from her half pinned hairstyle, cheeks flushed, the signature charming grin spreading across her face as she wrapped her arms across your shoulders, pulling you into her. 

The sudden contact broke you out of your haze, nervously chewing at your lower lip as your gaze ran over Powder’s suddenly very fixated stare. Her eyes dropped down to your lips at your involuntary action, staying there for a beat before they looked up to meet yours, though you were mirroring her action, glancing at her rosy lips before darting up to meet her questioning eyes. She held your gaze for what seemed like a painstakingly long amount of time, wordlessly searching for an answer before you nodded desperately. You met her halfway as she closed the distance, pressing her lips to yours in a kiss that seemed to speak a thousand unsaid words. You reciprocated immediately, any previous expectation of this moment crumbling away beyond comparison as she tightened her grip on the back of your head, pushing you even deeper into her embrace. When you eventually parted, her eyes immediately met yours, attempting to read you but you wrapped your arms around her hastily, deciding the vulnerability was too much, hiding your face in her shoulder. She held you tighter, the touch a middle ground between intense and tender, all thoughts of the implications and consequences melting away. The way she was holding you made such things feel so insignificant, as if nothing mattered outside of where you were right now.

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The coloured scenes of Fantastic Mr. Fox reflected off the white walls of Powder’s bedroom as you fixed your gaze on the screen of the TV, currently pressed into her side as her arm lay casually across your shoulders, fingers occasionally lightly tapping your arm, betraying her current nerves. It was the day after the party, and though what had occurred hadn’t been brought up by either of you, the weight of it lingered like a brewing thunderstorm after a heatwave. When you'd got the text from Powder asking you to swing by, you'd paced your bedroom several times, worried that the topic would be what had transpired the nigh before. It wasn't, she had just asked because it was the last night she'd be here, set to leave early the next morning. The air was still charged, you’d both somehow silently agreed to not acknowledge it, you personally attributing a lot of it to the fact that today was the last day before summer break. The bags and half packed suitcase strewn across the floor of the room was a constant reminder of what was looming on the horizon, but you tried your best to ignore the surge of emotion and focus on right now, the feeling of Powder’s arm around you. You felt sick at the thought that no matter how much you both pretended nothing happened, or that it was a drunken, spontaneous action not holding any meaning, that blurry line of your connection had spiralled out of control, and that nothing would ever be quite the same.

The sound of Powder calling your name broke you out of your brain spiral, focusing your attention back on to the movie playing. You hummed in response, assuming it was another observational comment on the movie. 

“Come with me.” You whipped your head away from the screen and turned to Powder, finding her already staring at you, eyes wide with her objective. “Come home with me,” she repeated when you stared in silence.

“Pow, what do you mean? I can’t do-”

“I’ve already talked about it to my family. I don't want you to be here alone for the rest of the holidays,” she quickly cut you off, rambling. 

“You don’t need to pity me, and I don’t want to be a burden,” you replied, heart in your throat. 

Powder shook her head, eyebrows furrowed together. “You’re not a burden,” she replied firmly, “and it’s not pitying. I want you to come home with me.”

The words caught in your throat at her response, the surge of sentiment washing over you at her sheer generosity. “Thank you, Powder. I appreciate this, so much,” you settled, smiling softly though anxiously hoping at the same time she understood how genuine your thankfulness to her was.

Powder breathed out as if in relief, before shooting you a small smile. “I’m so glad.” She paused, laughing at something in her head. “I am gonna have to warn you about my sister though…”

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The drive back to Powder’s hometown had been pleasant, though long. The music from the stereo played quietly throughout, sometimes you’d pass conversation back and forth but for the most part you watched your surroundings or slept, absolutely exhausted from having stayed up the entire night before, hurriedly packing your things and making rearrangements.

“It’s like you’re moving in,” Powder had remarked teasingly when she saw the amount of stuff you’d packed. 

“It’s called being prepared, we don’t all live as spontaneously as you,” you’d retorted back lightheartedly, while she began loading the bags into the car, insisting she could do it all by herself.

The nerves that had been building along the journey melted away the moment you’d stepped into the home. Vander, Powder’s adoptive dad, had hugged her immediately upon sight as she yelped playfully, her coat not even fully removed. “You’ve gotten taller since I’ve seen you kid,” he jested when he stepped back.

“It’s always the same joke with you every time, old man,” she’d quipped back, biting back the laugh as her gaze shifted to you at the side watching the interaction fondly.  A nervous expression flashed across her face briefly before she took the chance to introduce you.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” you finally spoke up, smiling. Vander paused for a second before copying the same action from before, hugging you too. 

“Nice to meet you too, kid.” He tapped your shoulder, smiling. “Heard a lot about ya.”

You finally felt at peace, all worrying thoughts of somehow making a bad impression vanishing the longer you conversed with Vander and Silco, who had joined the three of you for dinner in honour of Powder’s return for the summer break. The best part was being able to watch Powder so at home with them, alternating between serious conversation and jesting. She was so loved and content, the warmth spreading and seeping into your bones, that fuzzy feeling making you feel fulfilled again. 

Once the post-dinner spectacles were over and the exhaustion began to take over, Powder had showed you up to the bedroom you would become familiar with over the break. You were currently going over the funniest moments of the evening, stifling your giggles in fear of waking anyone up as you entered the room. 

“Well, it is a pretty ridiculous story after all,” you laughed as Powder flopped onto the bed, tossing a monkey plushie off the side as she patted the space beside her, beckoning you. You were referring to Silco’s reaction when you were recalling the story of how you’d met and befriended each other, Vander shaking with laughter despite seemingly having heard the story already.

“I think it’s actually more ridiculous how quickly you let it go, actually,” she retaliated. 

“I wasn’t going to,” you replied, playfully punching her shoulder, “I just got…distracted.”

“Distracted, huh?” she hummed as she leaned in closer to you, smirking, “so you’ll just let anyone hit you over the head with a torch as long as they have a pretty face?” 

“Only one,” you shot back, hoping she couldn’t hear how wildly your heart was beating underneath your confidence. 

Powder smiled at your unexpected response, watching as you broke the eye contact, choosing to sweep your eyes across the decorations lining her room. “I thought I’d screwed it up, you know, I’d seen you around a few times before that.” You looked back at her, eyebrows furrowed together as you were about to question what she’d meant, but she shifted on the bed, moving to lay under the duvet cover.

“I’m sorry about this room,” she spoke up, suddenly feeling insecure about her younger self’s taste. 

“Don’t, I love it,” you breathed out, smiling fondly as you gazed at all the sheer amount of decorations and trinkets that lined almost every surface of her room, paper stars dangling from the ceiling, imagining teen Powder adorning the room with them.

She smiled tiredly, lifting the duvet cover so you could join her. “Thank you so much for this again, Powder, you didn’t have to do this,” you said, eyes slowly losing the fight to stay open as you settled under the covers next to her, meeting her gaze. 

“How many times, toots, I wanted to. Besides, I don’t think I would have survived break without you anyway,” she joked, though her grin was genuine. “I thought today might be a lot for you, so I tried to break it up a little,” she huffed out a laugh, though you picked up on her nerves as you listened attentively. “Vi and her girlfriend Cait invited us out tomorrow, though only if you’re okay with that,” she looked to you, gaze shifting from where she’d been fidgeting with her fingers. 

“Powder,” you lay your hand lightly above her fingers, stilling the movement, “I love your family. Of course I’m okay with that.” 

She moved her hand so her fingers were interlaced with yours, squeezing them together. “I’m really glad you’re here.” 

Your pulse was still racing when you laid down later to finally sleep, back faced to Powder’s back in your usual sleeping position. You squeezed your eyes shut as if to will yourself to calm down and actually sleep ahead of tomorrow, Powder on the other side of the bed blissfully unaware of the effect she had on you. 

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“And I think you’re going to really get along with Cait,” Powder was filling you in on details as you walked into the restaurant. You’d of course heard plenty of stories from Powder before, so none of this was new, but it was endearing how she rambled on in attempts to alleviate any anxious feelings. You simply nodded with a smile in response, watching as her eyes darted around the room, finally landing on the table where they had already taken a seat, waving briefly before turning to you. “Ready?”

“Ready,” you affirmed, welcoming the feeling of her hand wrapping around yours as you strolled towards the table. You watched as Powder greeted the two and vice versa, before their gazes shifted to you inquisitively. You introduced yourself, shaking your hand over the table as you and Powder took your seats across them. You passed conversation as you waited, already deciding you really liked them as the waiter made their way to the table.

“Well, it is certainly nice finally meeting the girlfriend, we’ve been convinced Powder was like, gatekeeping you from everybody or something,” Vi snorted as she raised her glass slightly. 

Cait’s head whipped to the side to shoot Vi a sharp look as Powder melted into a mess beside you, though you hadn't noticed a single thing, your hearing having left you after the word ‘girlfriend’. You tried your best to compose yourself, you’d been midway through a sip of your drink when Vi had unexpectedly piped up, the choking sound that had left your mouth particularly undignified - and you were now miserably aware of the waiter to the side cluelessly asking you if you were ready to order. Powder glanced at you, then pointed at two random things on the menu in despair, words similarly failing her.

Vi watched the scene in confusion, eyebrows knitted together in bewilderment as Cait took over the ordering before turning back to you with an entertained grin. The look on Vi's face was so similar to Powder’s, it took everything in you to hold back from bursting into laughter at the comparison.

“In other words, we’re both very glad to meet you. Any friend of Powder’s is a friend of yours,” she spoke genuinely. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, I’ve heard so much about you both,” you smiled back. 

“All good things, I hope!” Vi finally chimed in. You simply shrugged playfully in response, though you swore you heard Powder mutter something about ‘not after this’ under her breath. 

You waited for a pause in the conversation before leaning closer to Powder, letting her know you were just going to the bathroom quickly. She nodded, getting up so you could make your way out. She gripped your wrist just as you were about to leave, making you turn back to look at her questioningly. 

“Please, don’t leave me with them for too long,” she whispered desperately. You snickered lightly in response, promising you wouldn’t before leaving. 

“For their sake,” she added under her breath as she sat back in her seat, shooting a scowl at Vi across the table.

“What the fuck was that about before??” Vi blurted out, gaze alternating between Cait and Powder confusedly.

“She hasn’t asked that question yet,” Caitlyn responded, amused as she watched Powder groan frustratedly into her hands. 

“WHAT? Are you kidding? How??” Vi shot out exasperatedly. 

“They haven’t talked about it yet,” Caitlyn replied, a giggle escaping her lips as the sheer ridiculousness of the conversation. 

“Yes, we don’t all move as fast as you guys,” Powder snarked, pinching the bridge of her nose. 

“Okay, that’s nonsense - you said you were going to ask for her number before you ended up hitting her eye,” Caitlyn teased in retaliation. 

“I told you that in confidence!”

“You told us you both already kissed too!” 

“Hold on, hold on, there’s way too much too much to unpack here,” Vi clutched at her head, “and why do you know way more than me about this?” She turned to Caitlyn quizzically. 

“Right, stalker,” Powder narrowed her eyes playfully. 

“I prefer observant,” she shrugged, before pointing a finger at Powder, “besides, you told me all this over call plenty of times.”

“You just had to open your mouth, sis,” Powder huffed out, though there was no bite in her voice as she shot Vi her 100th glare.

“Put it this way, Pow, I just made things a whole lot easier for you,” Vi smirked as Powder looked around the restaurant, eyes landing on you as you emerged and began to walk back to the table. 

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“Are you kidding?? That’s so many plans, I’m barely going to have you to myself at this point,” Powder grumbled playfully, laying her head on your shoulder as you both sat propped up against her pillows. Caitlyn and Vi had made an array of plans to hang out over the summer, you’d hit it off very successfully with them and the thought of winning the approval of Powder’s loved ones warmed your chest as you chuckled at her protest.

“You’re going to be there for all of them, Pow,” you rolled your eyes as you shook your head. 

“This was their plan all along, trust me,” Powder sighed though she was smiling too as her gaze fixated on your face. She was similarly delighted at how well you’d all got along, her heart warming at the thought. You continued your idle chatter, both waiting for the sleepiness to wash over you. 

“And Vi totally cheated in that last round - there’s no way she got a strike all of a sudden,” Powder snickered, still salty over the two of you losing to Cait and Vi in your impromptu bowling game. 

“Sure, Pow,” you giggled, “we’ll get ‘em next time,” you said, stifling a small yawn. Powder’s eyes flickered at the action, pulling your arm to lay down properly. 

“That’s enough, toots, time to sleep!”

“I’m not tired, I wanted to talk more,” you whined sleepily, though you let her tug you down next to her. 

“As much as I want to, we have all the time to do that. You need to sleep right now, I have more stuff planned for us tomorrow and I don’t want you to be grumpy for it,” she smiled amusedly as she faced you, lying down. You pouted mockingly in response, her simply tapping your cheek lightly before turning around. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” you whispered back, giving in as you turned around too. The events of the evening ran back through your head as you closed your eyes. Your mind drifted off to the fiasco before you left the table, her memory lighting up the bulb in your head as you’d almost completely forgotten it. You stifled a giggle, reminiscing as you heard Powder’s soft breathing from behind you. 

“Girlfriend, huh?” you spoke quietly into the silence, unable to hold yourself back. You’d said it teasingly, not expecting a response - and it didn’t look like you were going to get one, taking the silence as an indication that the girl beside you had already fallen asleep. You froze as the sheets ruffled as Powder sat up in the bed, looking down at you wordlessly. You mimicked her movement, sitting up next to her as you turned to face her. You were expecting a smirk, her usual confident steady gaze, anything but the vulnerable, anxious look painting her face as she fought herself to keep eye contact with you. 

“I was going to ask you soon, I swear, I just didn’t know if you felt the same, but then we kissed but we didn’t talk about it and-” she rambled breathlessly, words spewing out uncontrollably. Your hand placed on her cheek stopped her train of thoughts briefly, gaze dropping from your hand back to your eyes. Your face flushed furiously, the beat of your heart threatening to spin out of your chest altogether as you nodded slightly. 

“I wanted to kiss you long before that, I just wasn’t sure…” she carried on, words stumbling out now. 

“Powder,” you stopped her going on another anxious rant, her eyes fixated on you as you spoke, “I’ve felt the same since the first time we met,” you confessed softly. 

“I’ve been plotting on you since I first laid eyes on you,” Powder managed out, grinning back at you. Her gaze flitted between your lips and your eyes as you leaned in closer to her apprehensively. 

“Are you going to stop talking and kiss me already?” you laughed, teasing. 

Powder didn’t waste a second before closing the remaining distance between you, her soft lips working against yours as if they’d been made for this very purpose, smiling into the kiss as you tugged her closer by the hand still cupping her face. She snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against her as she deepened the kiss. The first time had been great, but God if this didn’t feel a thousand times better, unrestricted, the uncertainty and intolerable tension vanquished - and both of your feelings reciprocated. It set your very insides alight as you pulled back for air, briefly, before you were pulled back in, Powder pressing kiss after kiss to your lips as if to make up for lost time. It was much later in the night when you lay down to finally sleep, Powder’s heart steadily beating pressed to your back as her arms held you tight, close to her. She pressed a sleepy final kiss to the crown of her head before finally closing her eyes, content enough to stay like this forever with you in her hold. As you were both finally drifting off, she suddenly opened her eyes, as if remembering something urgent. 

“I didn’t even ask the question!”

You snorted, turning around in her arms to press a kiss to her cheek. “Yes, I will be your girlfriend, you absolute dork.”

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a/n: first req done !! hopefully met your expectations though this was definitely supposed to be a drabble i just got entirely carried away <3 also wrote this when i have two exams to be studying for (guess my degree!) calico critters are actually called sylvanian families in europe, but i figured barely anyone would know what i was talking abt 😭 anyways enjoy, pls let me know ur thoughts and feel free to send more requests ♡

(gifs by cafekitsune)

[twddixonn]

Good Boy

Daryl Dixon x Reader one shot

Warnings/Tags: not proof read!!!, sfw, some swears, shane.

this is my first fic on this account, my first time attempting to write a fic in 4-ish years and my first time trying to write a twd fic. honestly it’s probably not great but I hope it’s at least somewhat decent. :-)

(also written and posted mobile so not sure how it will appear on browser, hopefully not too terrible!)

“Leave me the hell alone.” You harshly whispered, turning on your heels and storming away from the scene in front of you.

Your best friend reuniting with his wife and son. Alive. Not dead. This whole time he had you believing that Rick was dead and gone, never coming back. Yet your eyes were seeing a whole different story to the one Shane painted out for you a couple months prior.

Shane followed pursuit, ignoring the former comment you had made and put a firm hold on your wrist before pulling you behind Dales RV to conceal you from the others.

“Hey, hey . I swear to you Y/N, he was dead when I left that hospital room. He wasn’t breathing. Th- the monitors, they all stopped. Everything went dead. He was dead.” Shane iterated, time and time again.

You feel the anger bubbling up inside you, just like all those other times when Shane had told you Rick was dead and to get it through your head he isn’t coming back. Your hands curled into fists, your nails stabbing into your palm leaving crescent shaped indents.

“Except he wasn’t. Is this why you didn’t want me to go there? Didn’t want Lori to go there? Because you knew if you swooped in and saved her and Carl when Rick couldn’t that what- she’d become your damsel in distress? Is this why? Just so you could get your leg over and fuck your partners wife and become Carls daddy? You’re pathetic Shane.” At this point your head was swarming with thoughts and ideas of what you wanted to do to Shane but better judgement got the best of you.

You began to walk off when a hand reached for you again, this time rougher. Shane pushed you against the RV, his brows furrowed and sweat dripping off his temples- smoke nearly coming out of his ears at this point.

“I don’t know what you think you know but you’re wrong either way. I think you’re forgetting that I didn’t just save Lori and Carl, I saved your sorry ass too. I didn’t have to. That was on me Y/N, That was on me. An’ I ain’t ever looked at Lori like that before, she was Ricks wife and he was my best friend. It happened because I thought he was dead.” He all but growled at you in a hushed whisper.

You remained quiet and stoic for a few moments, registering your thoughts before smirking slightly and speaking again. Pushing Shane’s hand off of you, you began to walk away but not before turning and giving one last snide remark, “I think I know right. And, by the way.. really interesting use of the past tense in those last few sentences there.”

Dickhead.

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“I’ve been here for quite a few hours now and yet, still no hello?” You looked beside you to see Rick crouched with a smile on his face, placing an arm around your shoulder which you leaned into graciously.

“Sorry Grimes.. just- a lot to take in y’no.” You said.

“Na’ I get it. Shane told me what happened.” Rick remarked whilst kissing his teeth and shaking his head.

“He did? Really? What did he say?.”

To say you were shocked was an understatement, Shane had really gone out of his way to-

“Yeah.” He breathed out, “Told me how it started, he tried to get me from the hospital but I wasn’t breathing and he thought I was dead. How he saved you and Lori n’ Carl and got you all here.”

“He told you that huh.” You should have known.

Rick started to stand back up, giving you a pat on the back and a kiss to the forehead first “I’m gonna go get some shut eye, you need too aswell. Talk more in the morning Y/N.” Rick turned to walk back towards camp, not before turning and speaking again, “Y/N.. go nice on Shane though ok? He’s a good guy, you just gotta give him a chance.”

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You wake up the next day to the sound of what you thought was - for once - peace and quiet. Until you hear the shouts outside and a woman screaming stop.

Debating between laying back down and just going back to sleep or getting up and out of your tent to see what was going on, you went with the better judgement and begrudgingly dragged yourself to get changed and step outside.

Shielding your eyes from the rays of light beaming off the Atlanta sun with a sigh escaping your lips at the slight breeze that hit your clammy skin.

“You’d best let me go!”- what the fuck was happening this time?

Walking closer you take sight of Shane with his arms wrapped around Daryl’s neck. A fuckin’ cop getting someone in a choke hold the minute they raise their voice? New worlds maybe not as different from before.

“I’d like to have a calm discussion on this topic, you think we can manage that?” Rick spoke calmly whilst he crouched in front of Daryl, his chest heaving with rocky breaths as Shane’s tight grip didn’t let up just yet.

“You think we can manage that?” Rick repeated.

You zoned out at this point, eyes boring into the side of Shane’s skull with anger.

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“I’m coming.” You didn’t hesitate to jump at the opportunity to get away from camp for a while. The rising tension taking over was beginning to grate at you.

“That’s five”

Shane piped up “It’s not just five, you’re putting every single one of us at risk.” “Just know that Rick”

“Come on man you saw that walker. It was here.

It was in camp.

They’re moving out of the cities.

They come back, we need every able body we’ve got.

We need em here, we need em to protect camp.”

Staying focused when Shane’s voice is droning on for what seems like eternity is quite the mission lately. Listening to him is beginning to seem like nails on a chalkboard.

“-Shane is right. Merle Dixon? He’s not worth one of your lives, even with guns thrown in.”

Hearing Loris voice made you gain attention again.

“If someone left Rick behind-“ you began to join the conversation, maybe with the words aimed at Shane slightly. He clearly picked up on it as his eyes shot to you, if looks could only kill, you’d be six feet under.

“Would you want them to go back for him? Or would you let him stay handcuffed to a roof to die slowly?” Your eyes landing on Lori.

“That’s different. Rick.. he.. he isn’t like Merle. He wouldn’t get himself into that position in the first place.” The stern mom tone coming out as Lori tried to keep her composure and not snap in front of Carl.

“You think Merle purposely got himself into that position? He’s an asshole yeah, and he may have deserved it. But he didn’t expect to be handcuffed and then left behind. Not knowing if anyone was going to go back for him. It may have been an accident. But he shouldn’t have to sit there wondering if he’s just going to die from thirst and hunger or if he’s going to get torn to pieces at the hands of walkers. He may not be your family, but he’s someone’s family. You have your husband, your son. You have Shane. Merle is all Daryl has.” You’re not sure if you were even breathing during that, your chest rising up and down at a rapid speed. You felt rage. How could anyone justify this bullshit?

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Sitting in the back of the van was a bit more awkward than you anticipated. Glenn and Rick up front. You, Daryl and T-dog in the back. Maybe the tension in the back of this van was worse than the tension at camp?

You looked up smiling at T-dog as he avoided Daryl’s intense stare, before he got up and headed to the front to talk to Glenn and Rick.

Daryl kept shooting you glances whenever he thought you couldn’t see, a grunt leaving his mouth every so often as if he was about to talk but decided against it.

Just as you looked up at him, he was already staring with his open yet no words seemed to come so he just scoffed and averted his eyes anywhere but at you.

You began to grow a bit frustrated at him. “What?”

“Nothin’” he all but murmured.

“Stop grunting and scoffing at me like a dog who didn’t get enough treats, be a good boy and just say whatever it is you’ve been wanting to say for the last 15 minutes.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at yourself.

You could have sworn you saw a light tinge of pink cross his cheeks before his head dropped down facing his lap.

His mouth opened and closed, before opening once again “Why’d ya stick up for me.. for Merle back at tha’ camp?”

Oh. That’s what this was about? The intense looks he gave you before this made you think it was about anything but this.

“What do you mean?” You had to admit you were somewhat confused at this.

“Ya said it y’self, Merle, he’s an asshole. So why’d ya go out of ya way to defend him? Why didn’t ya just side with the others and leave him?” Head dropping once again as his thumb found its way to his lips as he gnawed on the nail.

Silence.

You were stuck for words. “He is an asshole. Maybe one of the biggest assholes I’ve ever known. But he’s your brother, maybe not the greatest one but still your brother no matter what. He’s all you have left. The others may not understand, but I do.” Taking a deep breath in and thinking about your next words carefully, “I honestly couldn’t give a shit about him. Doesn’t mean I want him to suffer up there on that roof. No one deserves it. Well I mean maybe some people y’no? Really bad people. And maybe Shane. Merle, he’s not necessarily one of those really bad people. He makes mistakes, says things he definitely shouldn’t and has actions that match, but don’t we all in one way or another?”

Daryl was slightly overwhelmed. Not expecting you to be so honest and caring? Somewhat caring anyway. He didn’t know what to say.

You hummed and tapped your fingers against your legs, “Nothing to say?”

“I dunno what you want me to say.”

A grin made its way to your face.

“How about a thanks?”

“Thanks.” He grumbled trying not to scoff afterwards to avoid being called a dog again.

The van began to come to a stop, Glenn saying something about walking from here.

You stood up whilst stretching your arms above your head.

“That’ll do. Good boy.”

You smirked at him before opening the back of the van and climbing out. Leaving a blushing Daryl in the back trying to hide his face as he groaned standing up.

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authors note: it’s not the greatest, I am very aware. but I really wanna get back into writing in general and I thought starting with twd would be the best place to start as it’s one of my comfort shows. there’s not much happening, it’s very heavily based on s1 e3 obviously but it’s mostly just to try and get back in the swing of things! if you have an constructive feedback or any comments you’d like to make, please feel free as it will be much appreciated :-) I’m hoping to improve my writing skills more and more. It will probably take a while (I’ve literally had the first half of this thing in my notes app since June 2024) but I hope to get to the point of making some good fics! thank you for reading if you managed to make it this far!:)

[genderqueerdykes]

complaining about whiny Amab people is literally all that post is. "You don't have to fall into a sassy gay man stereotype" way to misgender and stereotype transfemmes.

I used to follow you and it makes me feel so unsafe knowing how much disdain you have for TMA people.

hello, i am a trans woman. who are you even referring to? "TMA people" is not a cohesive group of people, that doesn't mean anything. that's literally everyone. literally everyone can be affected by transmisogyny. that is not a group of people, that is quite possibly almost literally everyone. there is no cohesive group of "TMA people". like who are you even talking about here? cis gay men? effeminate cis men? feminine trans men? genderfluid people? intersex people? like who are you referring to exactly?

if you seriously think that pointing out genuine, dangerous behaviors in other people is "disdain" for them, then i don't think my blog is for you, anyway, so you are better off unfollowing. disliking someone's actions and behaviors is not the same as disliking them as a person.

this is the exact reason why i'm speaking up about issues within the transfeminine community. people seriously have gotten to a point where you literally cannot criticize transfems and trans women without being told you hate all trans women and transfemmes. this line of thinking is the exact reason why i'm writing these posts and answers. this is not okay. this is why trans men and mascs are terrified to speak because if they ever dare to say ANYTHING about transfeminine behavior, they're told they hate trans women instantly.

trans women and transfemmes are not immune to criticism. we just aren't. we've created this extremely dangerous echo chamber where Trans Women And Femmes Are Right About Literally Everything All The Time Forever And Are The Only Ones Allowed To Talk About Anything! which has fostered an environment where people tell literally everyone else to shut the fuck up about their own identities and only let transfemmes and trans women speak.

transfemmes and trans women also have to accept criticism when it comes to how we interact with other trans people. we are not special.

we do not deserve to get to walk and talk over other people. criticizing specific transfeminine behaviors does not mean you "hate" or "disdain" transfemmes. what, trans women and transfems are allowed to sit around on this website all day long and shit talk transmascs and trans men and loudly and proudly proclaim that they hate trans men, and nobody cares about how they """hate TMES""" but the second someone criticizes a trans woman or a transfemme about how they literally treat other people as subhuman and that's hating someone? trans women who literally hate trans men don't get called out for being violent and shitty, but a trans woman pointing out that other trans women are literally abusing people is "disdain for trans women?"

we seem to think on this website that criticizing tranfemmes = hating them and it's the most unhealthy thing i've ever seen.

if we create and environment where transfemmes and trans women can never be criticized, ever, we're setting ourselves up for disaster, which is quite literally where we're at now. you have to snap out of the mentality that you have to listen to every. single. thing. a transfeminine person or a trans woman says without questioning it and just accept it as fact. trans women and transfemmes can be wrong sometimes. trans women and transfemmes can be assholes sometimes, too.

what we're doing right now is pushing the idea that if you EVER criticize a transfemme or a trans woman, that you're evil and hate trans women. you are the exact reason why i am speaking up about how transfemmes and trans women are not poor defenseless little waifs who can never hurt anyone else ever. trans women are not inherently harmless because we're women. criticizing a BEHAVIOR does not mean you hate the person- you hate their actions. internalize this. stop getting instantly emotional and offended the second you see an ounce of criticism. that's not a good knee jerk reaction to have. you are terrified of open, honest conversation if that's the case.

i'm not sure how else to say it, but supporting and loving transfemmes and trans women does not mean letting us literally hurt other people and get away with it scott free. supporting trans women and transfemmes does not mean allowing us to do literally whatever the hell we want when it comes to how we treat and address others.

please feel free to unfollow if you don't like that i'm pointing out that transfemmes and trans women are literally people and are literally not immune to being assholes deserving of criticism. if you seriously think that, you are part of the problem right now. reassess how you think. "TMA people" isn't a cohesive group of people. who are you even talking about? that's such a massive group of people, i'm not even sure you're aware that "TMA people" isn't just trans women and transfemmes.

[ghostieeez]

So Wrong, So Right ౨ৎ˚₊

✧.* Content: Ghostface x fem!reader, 18+ minors DNI, smut, stalking, obsessive behavior, cheating, knifeplay, blood kink, praise kink, degradation kink, dry humping, teasing, thigh fucking, hair pulling, finger sucking, choking, vaginal sex, rough sex, creampie

✧.*‎ Summary: “Sooooo….” he trailed off. You laughed. “Sooo, what?” It was silent for a second, then, “You got a boyfriend?” (majorly inspired by this post!)

✧.*‎ Word Count: 5.8k | AO3 LINK | Divider Cred

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ - ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀʟʏ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ-ʟᴇᴛ-ᴍᴇ-ʙᴇ-ʜᴏʀɴʏ: ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛᴏ "ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ" ᴍᴇ ᴡʜɪʟꜱᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɢʜꜱ. 💀

ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴅᴇᴀ + ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜰᴀᴄᴇ qᴜᴏᴛᴇ = ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ! ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴜɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ꜱᴏ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ! ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ, ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴛʏᴘᴏꜱ

You had been home alone, lounging on the couch watching a movie, and were bored out of your mind–at least you were, until you got the phone call.

“Hello?” You answered, pressing the phone against your ear.

“Hi,” a man's voice crackled through the speaker. You didn’t recognize who it belonged to. It was deep, a little hoarse (and kind of sexy).

“Who’s this?” You asked. A few seconds passed, yet no response came. You tried again, “Hello? Anyone there? I think you might have the wrong number.”

Finally, he spoke, “No, I don’t think so.” The more you heard of his voice, the more you liked it. “What’s your name?”

“My name?” Your heart skipped a beat. Obviously you knew you shouldn’t give out your name to some random person calling you, but... you couldn’t lie, your interest was piqued. You decided to play along. “How about this, I’ll tell you my name if you tell me who you’re trying to get a hold of.”

“What’s that noise?” He asked, completely ignoring your proposal.

You were confused at first. “What noise? Oh-” then you laughed, realizing what he meant as the sound of horrified screams came from your television. “Just a scary movie I was watching.”

“You like scary movies?” He asked.

“I do!” Anyone who knew you, also knew that you absolutely loved the horror genre. “But I do have to say, this movie has been a dud so far. Pretty boring.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Not enough blood for my tastes,” you replied.

“Ah, so you like them bloody. Noted.”

There was a lull in the conversation, but you had to admit, you were kind of having fun chatting with him and you didn’t want it to stop so soon. “Well, what about you? Do you like scary movies?”

Apparently, he was a fanatic just like you.

The two of you went on and on, spewing adoration for your favorites. He kept asking you questions too, quizzing to see if you were a “true” horror fan.

“That’s supposed to be a hard one?” You’d scoff, then answer his question with ease.

It only felt like you were talking to him for a short amount of time, but a glance at the clock showed it had been over thirty minutes since he called you. You shifted your attention back to the TV for a second and saw that the credits were rolling. You grabbed the remote and turned it off. How did you not even notice that the movie ended already?

Apparently you had gotten pretty distracted, but to be fair, it was hard to focus on anything else when you were talking to him.

“So, you ever gonna tell me your name?” He asked, his voice sounding almost sultry.

What the hell, after talking to him for this long, why not? So you told him. He repeated it, and god, you loved the way it rolled off his tongue so smoothly. You imagined what it would sound like if was moaning it while he-

He said your name again, which brought your mind out of the gutter and back to reality. “Hm?”

“You got a real cute voice,” he said. “And I bet you have a pretty face to match.”

“Thanks,” your voice was shy and your cheeks felt like they were on fire now that he was downright flirting with you.

“Sooooo...” he trailed off.

You laughed. “Sooo, what?”

It was silent for a second, then, “You got a boyfriend?”

Your stomach sank after hearing his words.

“Yes,” you answered guiltily honestly. It was true; you did have a boyfriend. How was it he hadn’t crossed your mind once since you had answered the phone? Was this stranger really that enticing to you that your brain completely blanked out on the fact that you were in a committed relationship?

“He must not be a very good boyfriend, then,” he sighed.

“Why’s that?”

“Because he's an idiot for leaving a cutie like you home alone, so needy and desperate for attention,” he said. Needy and desperate? Ouch.

“I am not!” You began to defend yourself, then you registered what else he had said. “...And I never told you I was home alone.”

“Poor thing, all by yourself,” he continued, ignoring you. “If your boyfriend isn’t home, then who’s supposed to protect you from the big, scary men who might want to hurt you?”

His words had you on edge, but you tried so hard to rationalize what he was saying. He must have been pulling some kind of joke on you.

“Ha ha, real funny,” you said, rolling your eyes. Obviously, he was trying to mess with you. “Maybe this works on other girls you like to prank, but it won’t work on me. You’re gonna have to be scarier than that.”

“Scarier?” He asked, chuckling. “What could be scarier than being home alone and leaving your door unlocked this late at night?”

In a split second, you got up from the couch and ran over to your front door. You breathed a sigh of relief. “You dick! That almost scared me, but it’s locked. Nice try though.”

“Who said I was talking about the front door?”

A chill ran down your spine. Okay, you were starting to get pretty creeped out. You didn’t want him to know that, though. “The back door is locked too,” you bluffed.

“You sure about that?” His tone was cocky. “You don’t want to check that one too?” You really tried to rationalize it now. You tried. But how the hell did he know that you hadn’t checked it yet? “What’s wrong? Starting to get scared now, sweetheart?”

“As if,” you lied, but you were anxious as you made your way through the house towards the back door. “Besides, why are you doing this? Don’t you have anything better to do with your time?”

“What’s better than watching a cutie like you get all worked up?”

What did he just say? Watching? “I’m done playing your games asshole, I’m hanging up.”

“Don’t-” he started to say, but you were already ending the call.

You turned the corner and froze at the sight–your back door was wide open. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Cautiously, you moved closer. You reached a hand out, heart beating, fingers trembling, and shut the door. You made sure to lock it as you went to dial 911.

You couldn’t help but flinch when your phone started to ring. You pressed decline. Then, it rang a second time, and a third. On the fourth ring, you finally answered.

His voice came through, “We’re done playing when I say we’re done, got it doll? Our night is only just beginning.”

Part of you was in shock. Was this really happening to you?

It couldn’t be real. It had to be a joke or prank or something, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t. Fear and adrenaline pumped through your veins and all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry, but no, you had to stay strong–or at least, try to. This was life or death.

“And if I call the cops? Then what?”

He laughed at you. “You really think they’ll get here in time? Who knows what might happen to you by the time they arrive...”

Well, he had a point. This guy was probably inside your house, watching you as he tormented you, and loving every second of it. Honestly, you were surprised you weren’t already dead.

“W-what do you want from me, then?”

“It’s simple, just do as I say and play nice. If you do, I might go easy on you.” Play nice? What did that even mean?

“And if I don’t? Then what?”

“Then I’ll take my knife and spill your fucking guts onto the floor, you dumb bitch,” anger dripped from his voice. “Got it?!”

For some reason, a blush spread across your cheeks. Was... was his aggressiveness actually turning you on? You had liked his voice from the start but you never expected to be getting all hot and bothered from hearing him yell at you and call you names.

“I got it,” you replied.

“Atta girl,” he said and your blush only worsened. “It’s simple, really. I’ll give you 3 chances to find me.”

“We’re playing hide and seek?” You asked.

He chuckled darkly. “Mhm. Think you can win?”

You took a deep breath and thought, hopefully.

You walked through the house with caution, trying to look for the spot you’d be hiding in if you were a crazy murderer on the prowl for blood. You went past the living room and decided to check the coat closet first. Maybe he was hiding behind the rack of jackets you had in there?

You tensed your body and prepared for the worst as you extended your hand, twisted the knob, and yanked the door open.

“Wrong,” he said, sounding elated at the fact. “Two more chances.”

Where next? You shut the door and looked down the hall. Maybe the bathroom? You walked over and poked your head into the door frame. You approached the shower. With a quick motion you pulled the curtains to the side, only to reveal… it was empty. Ugh.

“Awwww, wrong again. Only one more chance. This is getting so exciting!” Just then, you heard a thump from the other room–your bedroom. “Come onnn,” he whined and said your name. “I’m getting bored waiting for you to find me.”

“I know where you are,” you said breathlessly as you crept to your bedroom. Again, you stuck your head in first to observe, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. You went in.

The bed, you thought. He’s got to be under it. It’d be a big enough spot for a big scary man to hide, wouldn’t it?

You walked in front of the bed, hoping and praying that you would find him and win and he would let you escape, but deep down, you doubted he’d let you go so easily. Like he said, the night was just getting started.

Your heart raced like crazy as you dropped to your hands and knees and peered under the bed.

Nothing. He wasn’t there.

Before you could even start to form a plan of action, you felt a pair of strong hands wrap around your waist and yank you up off the ground. He lifted you with ease and threw you onto the bed.

Your back slammed against the mattress and all the wind was knocked from you. You gasped for air and it felt like time was moving way too damn fast. You wondered, are these going to be the last few seconds of my life?

“Looks like I won,” he said, happy as can be, and before you knew it he was climbing onto the bed and forcing his hand over your mouth. Your vision blurred as tears filled your waterline, but still, you could make out his form. He was huge; broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a height that towered over you.

Then, you felt it. A hot, painful sensation prickled across your neck and you realized why. He had pulled his knife out and currently had the blade pressed into your skin.

Whimpers came from your mouth, only to be muffled by the palm of his hand, which was clad in a leather glove. The pain finally helped the tears fall past your waterline and down your cheeks. Now your vision was a lot more clear and you could finally see what your attacker looked like.

You stared up at him through your tearful lashes and were startled to see what stared back–a creepy black and white mask, with some creepy black flowing robes to match. You didn’t even know what you were imagining he’d look like, but it definitely wasn’t that.

Although... you weren’t complaining. You’re not even sure why, but the sight of his mask had even more heat pooling between your legs. Something about it was so attractive to you. It made sense; you did have a thing for some of the masked killers from horror movies you loved so dearly... Well now, it seemed that you were getting to experience the real deal.

His body was between your legs and he pressed his whole weight down against you, effectively holding you in place beneath him. You writhed, trying to break free, not that it was making much of a difference. He added more pressure to the knife that was against your neck and a particularly loud whimper came from you. His hand squeezed over your mouth harder.

“Ssshhh, sshh baby,” he cooed at you and you nearly swooned. “Aw I know it hurts, but doll, you’re taking it so good. Don’t start acting like such a sore loser now. I won fair and square.”

“Mmphh!” Was about all that could come from your mouth.

He shifted his body to lean closer to you, bringing his mask right in front of your face. As he moved you also felt something rub so deliciously against your throbbing core and your eyes widened in surprise. It was his dick, thick and hard in his pants, that was making such wonderful friction against you.

“And you really gotta stop looking up at me with those pretty little doe eyes,” he said. Surprisingly, his hand uncovered your mouth. He used his thumb to wipe away the tears on your cheek with a tender motion. “God, so damn beautiful. Especially when you cry. It’s getting me so hard.”

To emphasize his statement, his hips rocked forward and rutted into you, slowly. You could feel just how hard he said he was. Now that your mouth was no longer covered, you had the chance to scream or yell or beg for his mercy, but what did you do instead?

“Aah,” you moaned, quiet and breathy, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“What did I just hear?” He asked in awe. Shit, of course he heard it. “Did you just fucking moan?! Oh my god, what a filthy fucking girl you are.” God, so embarrassing! You could just die right then. 

He sank his knife deeper into you and at the same time, kept moving his hips against you, still slow and teasingly. Pain and pleasure mixed in a way you never expected.

“I bet you wish that boyfriend of yours was here to protect you,” he sneered.

Your mind was clouded and so hazy with lust, you didn’t even have it in you to lie. “Who said I was even thinking about him right now?”

His breath caught in his throat. “Wow, you’re even filthier than I thought. So you're just gonna let me do this, then?” He jutted forward with more force and you let out a yelp in response. “Dirty slut, of course you like it. And what would he think about that? Hmm?”

“I would never cheat on him,” you said, yet at the same time, wiggled your hips to try to get more friction between the two of you. “Ah, feels good. H-he doesn’t have to know.”

He brought his masked face next to your ear. “Which is it? You won’t cheat, or he doesn’t have to know? Those are two very different things,” he whispered.

He was right... but damn, you felt so conflicted, so guilty, yet so turned on.

He sat upright and set the blade next to his knee on the bed. You blinked up at him, wondering what he was doing, and your eyes widened once you saw his hands reach for his pants. With bated breath you watched him free his erection.

It was long, girthy, and the head glistened with precum as he gave himself a few pumps with his hand. You were mesmerized at the sight, mouth practically watering.

“Ugh,” he groaned. “Look what you do to me.” He tugged at the waist of your pajama pants and slid them off your legs. He used a hand to guide his member to your aching center. All you could do was look down and watch, completely enamored, while he rubbed himself on you through your panties. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

“N-no! You can’t, please.” As much as you wanted it too, you couldn’t. He tapped his tip against your cloth-covered clit and you had to bite your lip to suppress a moan. Damn, you really did want to fuck him.

The tip was replaced with his thumb instead. Gently, he swiped it along your underwear and brushed your clit, sending shivers through your body. He loved how you squirmed at his touch. Your lips fell open and the room was filled with the sound of soft moans while his finger prodded and poked at your hole through the fabric, which was already soaking with your arousal.

“Wow, what a little mess you are. So wet and needy for me, huh? I bet you don’t get this wet for your boyfriend,” he teased and you smiled, shyly. You didn’t want to admit it, but you loved the way he was talking to you. It felt so wrong, but at the same time, you couldn’t bring yourself to resist him.

“I have an idea,” you suggested and lifted your legs straight up in the air. You made sure to squeeze your thighs together as you spoke, “I mean... it’s not cheating if you just put it between my legs, right?”

“Right,” he was quick to agree and line his dick up with your thighs, in all their plump and juicy glory. He fingers gripped your flesh as he started to slide himself between them. “Fuck, princess, you feel amazing. So smooth and warm.”

The pet name and the praise had heat rushing to both your cheeks and your core. “Yeah? You like it?”

“Mmhmm,” he moaned and finally started to move, using short, shallow thrusts. He let out a choked sound as his head tilted back and his fingers dug even deeper into the sides of your legs. It felt great as he began moving with more speed and each thrust grew stronger. “You like being used like this? Like my little fuck toy?”

Honestly, you did. The feeling of his hips pounding against you, hearing his desperate gasps for air as he used you for his own pleasure, his possessive hold on your body... yeah, you loved it.

He reached over and grabbed his knife off the bed. You flinched when you felt the cold steel press against the back of your thigh and slowly slice into it.

“Agh!” You yelped, eyes closed and wincing at the pain. You felt blood dripping down your leg, courtesy of the fresh cut he had made. You opened your eyes and looked up at him, at his mask, while your lip quivered. Your pussy clenched around nothing and you were reminded just how badly you wanted to feel him inside you.

He tossed the knife back down and brought his hand to the wound. His palm ghosted over it, lightly. His fingers trailed through your blood before he kneaded your flesh and streaked the ruby liquid all across your skin.

His thrusts had become fast and sloppy as one hand continued to knead, and the other wrapped around your legs to keep your thighs squeezed tightly together. You looked away from his mask and instead glanced down at his cock. You licked your lips at the sight of the head emerging from between your legs. It twitched and leaked precum in the most enthralling way.

“I’m close, oh fuck,” he nearly whined. “Yeah–mmm, fuckkk,” he said, his words punctuated with the final few thrusts, and then he was cumming. “Open your legs.”

You did as he said and you watched thick, hot globs of cum spew from the head and dribble down onto your underwear. His hand was on his member, stroking lazily as the last few spurts landed on the fabric right over your clit. You gasped at the sensation.

“O-oh wow,” you said, feeling needier than ever now that your legs were spread and your lower half was on display for him. Thankfully, he took his finger and pressed it right where you wanted it most.

“Such cute panties,” he said. You had already been wet before but now your undergarment was downright drenched by the combination of bodily liquids, and it felt so amazing as he moved his finger in slow motions to smear his cum all over your clit. “But I like them even better after seeing what a mess we made together.”

You nodded, bashfully. “I like them better like this too.”

“Yeah?” He asked, voice smug. “I never expected this. You’re so bad.”

He was right, but still... Despite how bad you were already being, you wanted even more. Sure, his finger felt good touching you, but you wanted–no, needed more than just a finger.

It was like he read your mind because before you knew it, his cock, still hard as ever, replaced the digit and made contact with your clit next. Your legs twitched in response and you cried out, feeling nothing but pure delight.

He kept rubbing, moving the head of his cock in circles around your throbbing bud, then smacking it against you teasingly.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it?” He asked. He hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them to the side, revealing your naked pussy to him. Fuck, your brain was so muddled with desire that you really didn’t even mind him doing it. He continued, “Damn, look at that. So soaked and so fucking pretty.”

You giggled, enjoying his words but at the same time feeling abashed by them, “Stoppp.”

“I mean it, princess. Any guy would be lucky to be inside this pussy,” he said, then touched his dick to your bare clit, causing your whole body to jolt. “Aw, so sensitive. How cute.”

“What are you doing?”

“What? I won’t put it in.” He feigned innocence as he dragged himself through your folds, gathering your juices. “Like you said, it's not cheating. Just wanna feel you against my cock, babydoll.”

God, it was so hard to resist him. It was like he knew exactly what to say to make your kitty go wild. Apprehensively you nodded your head to give him permission to continue, and he was eager to.

Your body felt like it was on fire; red hot ecstasy burned through your veins and you mewled wantonly as his dick caressed your clit in the most divine ways. It was warm and wet and you felt entranced as you watched it slip back and forth against your pussy. He went harder and the increased pressure only added more pleasure for the both of you.

“Ah, just like that,” the sentence bubbled past your lips without you meaning it to. Fuck, you were probably liking this way more than you should be. His cock just felt so hypnotic against you.

This was never how you expected your night to go; trapped under a masked man who had broken into your house, while he teased his cock on your pussy, and your boyfriend was completely out of mind. And the worst part of all? The fact that you were enjoying every damn second of it.

Your words seemed to spur him on. He reached up and lifted the bottom of his mask momentarily and you felt a wet smack against your clit. You realized he had spit on it.

His saliva trickled through your folds and he brought the tip down to your neglected entrance. He pressed it in, just so slightly.

“Fuck,” you wheezed, surprised by the action but not completely mad at it. The stretch of your pussy around him burned in an addicting way, feeling like both heaven and hell at the same time. “No, no, you can’t. We can’t.”

“C’monnn, it’s just the tip. It’s not even a big deal,” he said, as if it really was so nonchalant. With no warning, he moved his hips and pressed himself into you a little deeper before pulling back out.

“Ah!” You cried and tears pricked the edges of your eyes as your body tried to accommodate his size. His dick was huge, after all, even if it was just the tip. He kept going, moving slow and tender and staying true to his words–using only the tip and not pressing any deeper.

Minutes passed, and of course it felt good, but your hips were wriggling like crazy, seeking more friction, and your mouth gaped open as loud whimpers came from it.

“Look at that pretty pussy taking my cock so nicely,” he said and placed his thumb over your clit.

“Yes, yesss,” you moaned when his thumb started moving. You swore you were seeing stars.

With each swirl around your clit, he simultaneously sank his cock deeper and deeper into you until your back was arched off the bed and your pussy was clamped hard around him. You were so blissed out you couldn’t even object.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” His praise added to your pleasure, and finally, his hips met yours as he bottomed out. His thumb left your clit and he combed his fingers through your hair, his touch surprisingly soft. “I can’t believe I’m actually inside you, all the way. You feel amazing.”

“W-we shouldn’t,” you protested weakly. “This is so wrong.”

“Is that why I feel you clenching around me?” He pulled his dick out and shoved it right back into you with a swift thrust. He chuckled at your reaction, “See? You did it again. You can try to deny it all you want but I can feel how turned on you are by this.”

“I’m... not...” you whined, but it was getting hard to lie. He had stopped moving and you were getting impatient. He didn’t care, though, just stayed still with his cock buried in you.

“Admit it,” he teased. “Admit you want me to fuck you.”

Well, you had already made it this far and had already crossed so many boundaries... so fuck it. You might as well enjoy the night to the fullest.

You pouted at him and begged with a sensual voice, “Please, pleaseeee, need you to fuck me, okay? I want it so bad...” You batted your eyes, your lashes fluttered against your cheeks.

He wasted no time. His hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, which he used to hold you in place as he started to pound into you with no restraint or relent.

“That’s my girl,” he said, reminding you of the fact that you were not his, but you liked hearing it anyway. “So glad you’re finally being honest with yourself. You know I can fuck you better than he ever could, anyway.”

It seemed his words were turning out to be true, because hot damn, he felt amazing. He was going so hard and so fast, everything about it felt perfect and you were absolutely gushing around his thick cock.

So many lewd noises filled the air. You closed your eyes for a second and listened. The loudest was his flesh slapping against yours, which sounded like applause as he rutted into you like an animal. Next, you focused on the squelching sounds of his cock going in and out of your slick hole. It was hot as fuck. Last but not least, were the noises you were making; high-pitched mews and needy cries.

His free hand snaked up your body, making sure to stop and play with your tits and rub your nipples through your shirt. His grip on your hair tightened as he tilted your face towards him.

“Look at me,” his tone was demanding. You opened your eyes and did as he said. “Such an obedient little slut, aren’t you?”

His hand left your chest and he brought it to your lips next. His thumb rubbed along them and your tongue lolled out of your mouth, eager to please. He pressed the digit against the tip of it. You swirled and lapped, getting even more turned on from the taste of his leather gloves. He hummed contently and you closed your lips around his thumb and sucked.

His hips started to stutter, clearly loving the sight, and the two of you moaned in sync. He popped his thumb out of your mouth and also removed his hand from your hair, so he could put both hands around your neck. He squeezed the sides roughly and your eyes rolled back. You felt dizzy, like your head was spinning with lust.

“Yesss, fuck,” you barely wheezed out. You sounded (and felt) totally destroyed as you praised him.

He leaned forward and pressed all his weight onto your throat. His hips snapped back and forth and his cock drilled into you. It was hitting deeper inside you than anyone had ever reached and truthfully, you never wanted it to end.

“I’m close,” he murmured, just as much of a breathless mess as you were.

You were close too. “Oh god, please don’t stop!” To make sure he wouldn’t, you wrapped your legs around his waist and locked your ankles together, caught up in the moment.

“What a naughty girl. You want my cum in you that bad, huh?” He spoke between thrusts. His movements were sloppy, his breath was uneven. “I’ll give you what you want then.”

His forceful slams got even rougher and you felt his cock pulsing inside you. Any second now, you thought. Finally, with a loud groan, he was releasing hot strings of semen deep in your cunt.

“Yesss,” you hissed through clenched teeth, so fucked-out and desperate for your release. Luckily, he didn’t pull out after he came. He kept slamming into you. He did stop choking you, though. As you gasped for air, a small part of you was happy to be able to breathe again, but mainly you just really missed the feeling of his strong hands around your neck. You never knew you would enjoy him squeezing the life out of you as he fucked you quite that much.

“C’mon baby, I wanna hear how pretty you sound when you cum. Can you do that for me? Just let go,” then his thumb was back on your clit, rubbing in circles. “That’s it, that’s my girl. Lemme hear you.”

You let out wild moans, not a care in the world, as he pumped his cock and pushed his seed further into you. The speed, the force, the way he was talking you through it, the way his thumb worked magic on your clit... my god, you felt so wonderful. Your whole body convulsed beneath him as the craziest orgasm of your life wracked through you.

“There we go,” he cooed, softly. “Let it all out for me, baby.” Your legs twitched and your walls quivered as you rode the wave of your orgasm.

Eventually, his movements slowed until he was fully still. The two of you said nothing and instead opted to try to catch your breath. You were both winded.

You whined as he started to pull his cock out, it just felt so empty without him.

Your body already craved more of him. You were even tempted to ask for more but then you both heard it–a car had pulled up in the driveway.

“Is that...?”

“My boyfriend,” you gulped. Oh god.

Post-orgasm clarity began to kick in and your mind was running wild. How were you supposed to explain this? You had cheated, and you had enjoyed it more than anything you’d ever done with your boyfriend.

Oh god oh god oh god-

“I better get out of here then,” your thoughts were interrupted and your attention was back on him. The intruder. The masked man who had just given you the best dick of your life. He’d already tucked himself back in his pants and was moving off the bed. “Wouldn’t want to get caught, would we?”

You stared at him, dumbfounded, while his cum leaked out of your pussy and slid down your thighs and onto the bed. Your sheets were a mess, stained with blood and soaking wet from both your orgasm and his. There was no way you weren’t getting caught.

You heard the car door shut, which kicked you into fight or flight mode. You shot up from where you were laying and ripped all the bedding off as fast as possible. You could throw everything in the washer then hop in the shower and hopefully your boyfriend would never find out. Right?

You turned to say a quick goodbye, but when you looked back, your room was empty. The only trace left of him was your bedroom window hanging wide open. He must’ve slipped out of it. You were disappointed you didn’t get to say anything to him before he disappeared, but honestly it was for the better. You didn’t have time to stand around, you had to get moving.

You ran to the laundry room and tossed the crumpled, messy bundle of sheets and blankets into the washing machine and started it. In the other room, you heard your boyfriend fumbling with his keys in the lock. You barely had enough time to grab your phone, run into the bathroom, and lock the door behind you.

“I’m home!” He called out to you. “Babe?”

“In the bathroom! I’m about to shower,” you yelled back.

You opened your phone and went to delete your call history. Your heart started racing like crazy when a text came in from a number that you didn’t have saved in your phone, it was-

It was from him.

Leave your back door unlocked tomorrow night. I’m not done with you just yet.

You read the text over and over. You hated to admit it but a wide smile had formed on your face. He wanted to see you again?

Of course your heart was heavy with guilt, yet at the same time, the excitement you felt far outweighed any negative feelings you had. Plus, you knew your boyfriend was scheduled for a night shift tomorrow night, so... you’d be free.

In fact, you had already made up your mind.

It was definitely wrong, but you knew it would feel oh so right.

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୨୧ unpredictable ; cb98

➪ summary: chicago weather is unpredictable, but connor and y/n always make the best of it.

➪ warnings: none !

➪ word count: 0.8k

➪ cupid's notes: it has been way too long since i've written something for connor and i am so grateful that a nonnie sent me this idea i was able to write a small little blurb for him. and yes, it is totally fucking freezing in here, please save us

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Early mornings with Connor were always her favorite thing. Soft sunlight streamed through the cracked-open curtains, the radiator hummed softly, and Connor’s arm thrown across her stomach as he buried his head into her shoulder. 

The peaceful bliss the two were both encompassed in was soon disrupted by her phone's blaring ringtone. She blinked her eyes open slowly, raising her hand to her face to wipe the remnants of sleep from her eyes. She reached over, clicking accept on her call as she brought it to her ear, “Hello?”

Connor groaned from beside, trying to shove his head further into her to escape the muffled voices. 

Soon enough, her hand was running through his hair and her phone was thrown back on the nightstand. He let out a soft sigh in content, pushing his head into her hand as she spoke, “I’m off today. No school, no work.”

“Like I would’ve let you go in sub-zero weather.” 

She said nothing, settling back into the comfort of the bed and continuing to play with his hair. However, the sleep Connor desperately wanted to fall back into left him and now his eyes were wide and his mind was awake. 

He scooted down the bed just far enough so he could rest his chin against her stomach, causing her to look at him curiously, “What’re you doing?”

“Cuddling you,” Connor stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world as he wrapped his arms around her torso and rested his head flat against her belly. 

She couldn’t help that escaped her mouth, returning her fingers to his hair and going on her phone, most likely starting her doom scrolling of the day. 

It was a few minutes later when he spoke again, his words murmured from his current position, “What do you want to do today?”

“I do have a few things to finish for class but other than that, whatever.”

He shoots her a grin, one that’s both comforting and filled with mischief that makes her stomach queasy, “What?”

“What?” He replies coyly, sitting up and pushing himself back so he’s resting against the heels of his feet, towering over her slightly. 

She takes the opportunity to climb off the bed and head towards the closet where she’s left things in case something like this ever happened, Chicago weather was always unpredictable. 

It doesn’t take Connor long to come up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him so her back is flushed with his chest. He watches as she picks out a shirt, one that they both know is actually his, before she moves on to pluck a pair of sweatpants from the drawer.

“Connie?”

He hums in response but he’s too busy pressing kisses along her shoulder and up her neck to pay attention to what she was saying. She sighs, both of pleasure and annoyance, as she sinks back into his warmth, letting her hands find his.

He reluctantly pulls away when he recognizes the silence she’s taken on is tainted with the slightest bit of irritation. He spins her around, smirking when her eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “What is it baby?”

“I really need to finish this thing for class and then I promise I’m all yours. Why don’t you go make breakfast?”

And how could he say no to the adorable, innocent eyes she was giving him? He sighed, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead and cheek, before finally planting one on her lips before murmuring, “Fine.”

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Both breakfast and her assignment didn’t take long to finish up which left the two of them snuggling up on the couch as they watched Desperate Housewives, a show the two had accidentally stumbled upon after a late night of searching high and low for something to watch. 

“I feel like I need to restart this because if I’m totally honest I don’t remember anything that happened in the first season.”

Connor’s eyes flicked over to y/n, “Good because me too. It’s been so long since we’ve actually had time to do this.”

She smiled, curling into him. His left arm wrapped around her shoulders, bringing her closer to his side, her head against his chest and hand absentmindedly tracing shapes across his lower torso. He took the remote from her other hand, navigating his way to the Disney+ app so he could put the show on, “I’ve missed this.”

“I’ve missed this too,” she peered up at him, kissing his jaw before settling back against him as the first episode played across the TV.

Chicago weather was unpredictable, but whether it was cold or hot, it seemed to work out in their favor.

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TODAY IS DAY ON OF THE STINA SHIP WEEK!!🎉

TOADY'S PROMPT IS: WHATS YOUR FAVORITE STINA SHIP

I think it's a little obvious what my favorite Stina ship is...like a little a lot obvious

✨copper mares✨

Now you might be asking, 'Doodle. They fucking hate each other' and to that I say 'exactly'

Stina and Dex have the craziest chance to end up together maybe someday because they're both so different from when they were first introduced, they have different people around them, they've grown and changed and some day they're both gonna to have to look up and see that the person they hate isn't the same person standing in front of them anymore

Dex doesn't have to forgive Stina, he's never had to. It's his choice to decide that and there's ultimately nothing anyone can do to make that decision for him and that's the beauty of Copper Mares because Stina would never forgive herself if you gave her that choice. You don't have to say the other option she goes straight to 'I'm not worthy' like the self loathing insecure bastard she is

Despite working on a team of people who hate her Stina is out there doing the most; completing assignments, taking notes, communicating, taking on more assignments, doing some reading ahead of time for situations they're definitely gonna be in

Imma be so dead ass, Stina's a nerd built like a jock. That girl was HAPPY there were two more hours of school. Homegirl was straight up like '☝️🤓 erm actually' about cuddling critters. She'll pet any critter in her path, she's in the middle of a world threatening battle planning mission and she's giving scritches to Wynn and Luna.

I know Dex sees this shit and loses his fucking mind because how the hell is Stina, mean girl supreme, tormentor of his life (don't get too dramatic now), nicer to a smelly horse with a stick in its forehead than him????? The math ain't mathing.

Also the banter? Hello? Enemies to lovers banter that never ends? Delicious stupid silly banter where they wind up in each other's faces and then have to pause cause they're an inch away from straight up smooching? Stupid childishly petty remarks because they know exactly what buttons to push? Dexter Pigtail Puller Dizznee so down bad in his seemingly one sided crush not knowing how to get Stina's attention even after knowing her his entire goddamn life because all they've ever done is bicker and banter and argue and say 'go to hell' 'why, so I can see you there?' so he resorts to what he knows which is just kicking up Stina's blood pressure? Stina Horrifically Down Bad Heks looking down at this stupid, ugly, smelly moron she's had the misfortune of laying her eyes on her whole existence and he's weirdly stupid looking in an endearing way???

They're gonna be that one couple that argues like they've been married 40 years and it's month 2. Stina will manhandle Dex until the day she fucking rots and even then her ghost might keep at it.

Dex is the menace to society they should've taken out in the cradle because that man will look at Stina's looming figure- nearly as tall at a goblin if Shannon keeps at it- and smile at death itself as she shakes him in the vain hope of making his brain work. He pokes the bear and then has the gall to look delighted at the fact that he's being manhandled out to wazoo and almost thrown out a window. Stina can toss him around like a ragdoll and he's here for it like the idiot with zero survival instincts that he is.

Does anyone else understand how the hell they're together? No, of course not. They're all asking if Dex is concussed along with Dex's girlfriend herself. That guy confessed and she asked if he drank something he shouldn't have. Stina doesn't know how she got here either. One minute she's shaking him trying to either make his tiny brain hit a corner or be done with him and the next she's gossiping about him to her horse and knowing that the final symptom, this is fatal, she's done for, it's no longer a 'maybe', she's just as down bad and it REEKS

[solarpire]

re: your tags on the poc/character post

I'm sorry but did. we watch the same Arcane

Ok so you've activated my rant card (I mean this with joy, I love talking about this kind of thing and I do enjoy the show they just did like abysmally for representation)

Here is why ekko rings as an empty/token character to me:

1. We get no personal motivations for him. We had three whole episodes of character setup for our characters. By the time we get to progress day, we solidly know what every character is about, and why seven years later they would end up in the places they did. Except for ekko. Sure he lost benzo, but what does that mean? All we ever see from that is him crying with vi. Why is he running the firelights? Did he start this group? What got him passionate enough to start all this? How did he find the tree? Why is he so jaded now? How does he feel about how things went down for vi and powder? Why does he hate jinx? (For those who dont know, that last one was apparently Supposed to be answered, but was among one of the MANY ekko scenes they decided to cut for time.) Genuinely we get better character drive for Marcus. We barely get to know his thoughts on anything, let alone see his downtime. The only exception to that is when hes playing at being someone else in the au episode. Which leads me into my next point-

2. He is always only used as a plot piece for the white characters. We only see him in the au in service of having an au episode, furthering jinxs plotline, and getting his time power in time to kind of help stop victor. In the game he always had it, he would use it as a kid to make dinners with his family last longer, and worked on furthering it when he was older to save his friend, that he ended up not being able to save in the end. That's interesting! That's something for him to have on his own, that's a driving force for why hes doing things. And when this

Is genuinely the best characterization for him? Theres a problem. (He also falls into the black hair tropes of white hair and that specific short dreads with the side shave look to make him look cool, but since the white hair was a problem with the original character design in a load bearing way, and dreads do work for his character I dont necessarily consider them the worst offenses. Can we Please explore some other hair styles though I swear his look is begging for some twists, or maybe some box braids). And otherwise, his screen time is next to nothing. I want to say season one he gets less than ten minutes total. They treat him as if hes a main character to further the plot, but the moment it doesnt matter to the more important main characters hes discarded.

3. He doesnt get to be questioned. Every single character in this show is grey in some way, except for ekko. He is lorded as an absolute moral good by the show, but we dont actually get to see what that means. We barely actually get to know how he feels about shimmer divorced from silco, let alone any of his politics in regard to zauns freedom. Hes put on a pedestal of "the good guy" without actually letting that mean or accomplish anything aside from being something pretty to look at. A token. They almost do better by sevika, if they didnt fully ignore her after the parts they needed her for in the first half of season 2, not let her mourn or even find out about the people she cared about dying, didn't let her participate in the last episode, and then did her the disservice of being the only zaunite voice on the council when it runs on majority vote (I'm sorry there is No fucking way shes rolling over and taking that deal after how much shes devoted to fighting for zaun)

4. HE FUCKING WORKS WITH THE COLONIZER OF ZAUN AS A FRIEND AND MENTOR. HELLO. I have so many problems with how heimerdinger was portrayed as a constant voice of reason, but the fact that in ADDITION to that they make him buddy buddy with ekko? Makes it incredibly clear that they have no fucking idea what they're saying.

All in all, on the surface? Ekkos awesome! Ekko is really cool and fighting for an important cause! But the moment you look past that there is almost nothing to him character wise. And when hes the only black character they use culturally black ties for outside of hair, and the only main black zaunite character? It rubs me wrong.

[blue-howlite]

Hello Castlevania: Nocturne S2 ramble coming through! I just finished it half an hour ago and I'm going to make it everyone else's problem.

(Spoilers ahead! Both about Castlevania: Nocturne and the previous Castlevania sequence)

Specifically, I'm focusing on the shadowy entity we see in this season that Olrox calls "Old man coyote" and "Mephistopheles".

Because these two names are associated with tricksters kinda entities. So one would think "Oh, the Devil right?", like Mizrak did.

EXCEPT

Both Olrox and Juste didn't seem to believe it was the Devil. And when two of the oldest/with more life experience characters both seem dubious on something that otherwise looks pretty clear, usually it means there's more to it. Right? (Pretend I'm not going insane thankyou)

(Also, pay attention, saying "the Devil" and "a devil" isn't the same. The Devil, capital D, is the big bad of the Christian faith.)

Some people speculate this entity might be "Death" from the previous Castlevania continuity, the same that Trevor had killed.

Here's what bugs me. People call it Death, even though Trevor states clearly that the entity isn't Death itself. Which might sound weird if one isn't familiar with mythology! Unfortunately for all of you, I really like mythology and especially the death aspects of mythology.

So, why is "Death" not actually death? And if it isn't actual death, what is it?

Ever since I saw in Castlevania the scene where Trevor and Sypha come across the shrine dedicated to death, I thought the writers had decided to include the aspect of "keres".

"Howlite, what the fuck does keres mean?" GREAT QUESTION

"Keres" (singular, ker) is the name of the collective deities/personifications of violent and cruel death in Greek mythology. Sisters of Thanatos (god of death, though he's more precisely associated with non-violent death) and daughters of Nyx, they are described as women (usually depicted with dark wings) who would be present wherever blood was spilled.

HOWEVER: they did not hold the power to kill.

Which is why I thought it would be confirmed that the "Death" we see in S4 was a ker, since it didn't hold the power to kill on its own (it wanted to summon Dracula to do it), nor did it have any control on the afterlife (a ker isn't a ruler of the afterlife or its inhabitants), yet it demanded bloodshed.

And here is where ethymology comes in play!

Keres are more specifically considered "daemones", which in greek mythology loosely meant spirits who were not inherently good nor evil.

However, with the spreading of Christianism and the intervention of the Church to eradicate older religions, the term "daemon" was transformed into the modern "demon", which today means an evil entity whose purpose is to cause harm.

Now. Why is this important to us?

Because in Nocturne S2, Mizrak specifically seems to associate the dark entity to "the Devil". Orlox says it wasn't... however, what's close to the Devil, while also not being it? Demons, who are simply entities that the Church branded as evil because belonging to pagan religions. Sometimes, those demons were gods in their original setting, which would grant them a status on par with the (Christian) Devil. Anyway.

Demons.

Daemones.

Death daemones.

Death daemones that enjoy bloodshed.

Keres.

The train thought needs some oiling but it's not all conjecture.

Of course, Olrox specifically recognising our boogyeman as a malevolent trickster could be either to the sly nature of this ker (or possibly this collective of keres, since the shadow had a fluid, always changing shape, as if multiple entities were present at the same time), the way one would call an annoying, entitled woman "Karen", so to speak, OR due to his own biases, being unaware of what a ker is.

There's also a chance that in the Castlevania universe, the keres took many forms over the ages in order to survive. But this is already dipping into fanfiction world building/AU area.

Regardless, I am convinced that "Death" in the first Castlevania sequence was a ker. It makes sense, given the context clues and its objective.

For the entity in Castlevania: Nocturne jury is still out, it could be a ker but it could also be some other entity fucking around (and possibly finding out if we get a third season). Maybe they made up a general trickster guy that conforms both to North American native pantheon and Christian demonology and probably many other mythologies/religions.

However, given Olrox' life experience it could be his bias speaking, since he's likely unfamiliar with indo-european religions and belief systems; he knows of his own deities and those of other native american populations because he was born and raised there, living there until he came to Europe to kill Julia Belmont; he knows of Christianity because of the colonisers and it being the dominating religion in Europe at the time (and likely in America too by then). We don't see him talk much about Sekhmet or Egyptian culture either despite it being central to the story, which could further confirm this idea.

Adding to that, in CN it was clearly stated that "a god shouldn't cross into another's domain" (paraphrasing), so it would be a little contradictory to have Old man coyote and Mephistopheles being the same deity, despite belonging to completely different beliefs and separated populations. Also, small parenthesis, Mephistopheles wasn't even in the bible nor any of the Christian holy texts, he only appeared later in the legend of Faust and was from then used in following works of fiction and art as an archetype. Which... adds onto the "Olrox isn't an all knowing vampire and actually is affected by his own biases" theory.

Unless of course the CN writers have decided to disregard infernal entities' background entirely and just use them as "big bad evil guys"... which would be disappointing, but not surprising.

Anyway thank you for reading this, comment your thoughts (if you still have any and this word freight train didn't run your brains over, in which case I apologise; I struggle to words things clearly when I'm excited about them).

[unholly-reader]

Hello there fellow Fourth Wing obsessed people!

Usually I just write my fics, post them here but i never really interact with any of you, but today will change that.

I have a few ideas to start a new fanfiction based on (obviously) the everaddicting and fantastically intriguing world of „Fourth Wing” by the one and only Rebecca Yarros. As many of you I also have fallen victim to the wide range of yummy snacks she presented in the books, also known as Xadddy Daddy, Liam sweetheart, Garrick the macho man and also Brennan the living dead. I have prepared some basic storylines for each of those gentlemen but I know for a fact i will not be able to carry on four b oops for all of them so here’s my question:

Which one of those handsome gentlemen would you like to see put as main characters in a love story aside from anxiously waiting to finish „Onyx Storm” and find out what the hell happens next?

For reference, here are some quotes I have prepared for each of our insanely hot riders just to give you some perspective on the narrative <3

„I have only ever known loss and ruin. I lost my father. I lost my home. I lost my people. I lost whatever power I had just so I could protect what was left of my legacy. Now I know none of it ever mattered to me the way you do. You’re my curse and my blessing, Drina. I give myself to you today and every day for the rest of my days, I give you my hands. I give you my swords. I give you my fight. I give you my fucking heart or whatever is left of it. You are my life. You’re my beginning, my middle and if the Gods are merciful, you will be my end, for without you there is nothing left of me.”

Xaden Riorson

"All I have ever known was fighting for what's right and true. Fighting for the rebellion has proven to be one of my proudets moments as a man and as a Tyrroshi citizen, but all that didn't matter when I thought I had lost you. I don't care if they punish me or not. I don't care if they send assassins to end me. You're all that matters to me, Rosaline. I will choose you today, tomorrow and all the days I have yet to live. All that I ask is that you choose me too."

Garrick Tavis

"I have always thought that death was what terrified me most in this world, but as I had learned, it isn't. I'd rather die a thousand times over than lose you again, Verona. You breath me back to life with every waking moment I spend in your presence. I love you. You're the love of my life and I beg you, for the love of Gods, don't ever become the loss of my life."

Brennan Sorrengail

"Knowing you was a priveledge. Befriending you was a delight. But loving you became the greatest honour of my life. I will fight until the last breath in my chest, until the last drop of my blood, to defend those I hold most dear. And you, Dalya, have become the sole purpose of my life. I love you today. I loved you yesterday. I will love you even after I'm gone. In death or in life, I belong wholly and completely to you."

Liam Mairi

Soo let me know what you think

Xoxo

(Un)Holly

[ink-stainedkiss]

Pretty When You Cry - Suguru Geto

Synopsis: The deed was done, Suguru knew what his future was, and no one was going to change his mind. Although, it wouldn’t hurt to give you false hope.

A/N: I’ve had this idea for a oneshot for a long time now and I hope you guys liked it as much as I did! I will drop part 1.5 of ‘Doomed to fall apart’ tonight and hopefully a new smau💕

Warnings: Manipulation, Angst, Toxic love, ClutLeader!Geto, You are so down bad (PLEASE GET UPPP).

Word count: 1.2k

In all honesty, Suguru felt…bad. Not for those lesser forms he slaughtered, no, but for you. Somehow, you had found him wandering back through the destroyed village, on his way to collect Mimiko and Nanako from the designated waiting space. Your hand gripped his wrist firmly and if you were anyone else, he would have killed you were you stood, but he could never bring himself to harm you. Or anyone back at Jujutsu Tech for that matter. He was stunned that you had found him, but the worst part was the look you gave him.

Your eyes scanned his tired face, searching for something that was already gone,”Suguru?” Oh, you sounded so desperate. You unconsciously gave his wrist a squeeze and instinctively, Suguru lifted his hand and cupped your cheek,”Hello, My love.” Without knowing, you leaned into his touch, but you noted how much colder he felt. His thumb began to softly caress the apple of your cheek and your heart crushed with sadness,”Why?”

The question was barely audible, your voice hesitant and cracking, but Suguru heard it. Coincidentally, you were the only one he hadn’t spoken to. He understood why. The two of you were in a very happy relationship, until the last mission. You had noticed how distant Suguru had become. The dark circles forming under his eyes, how he seemed to always be in another world, but you never realized how bad it was until it was too late. Suguru exhaled somberly, only deepening your worries,” I don’t expect you to understand. No one does, but you will. Someday into the future.”

This didn’t help. You were so confused and his mysteriousness was only making you upset. You really weren’t sure what explanation you hoped for from him. Would there ever be a logical reason for the gruesome things he did? You remembered the report. His own parents. The harder you think, the more you become disgusted with the hand holding you. Even as you stared at the man in front of you, his purple eyes, black gauges, and beautiful long hair telling you it was Suguru Geto, the dread you felt continued to remind you that he was long gone. After his response, you knew he wouldn’t give you an actual answer, so you moved on.

“Why did you never tell me?” You wanted to pull his hand away from your cheek. Punch him. Kick him. Scream and shout. Kill him. Although your mind would never allow it. You were so deeply in love with Suguru that it hurt. Suguru shook his head, giving you a look like you were a child needing a scolding,”Again, you wouldn’t have understood. I know you would have looked at me like I'm crazy and ruined my plans.”

He spoke to you like getting him help was the worst thing possible. Anger bubbled in your chest and you threw his wrist to the side, gritting your teeth,”So you go and kill an entire village?!” A light frown grew on Suguru’s face as he watched your emotions overflow,”You had so many people to talk to, but you decided to keep it to yourself! You’re so fucking selfish.”

You threw a punch, landing it harshly on Suguru’s jaw. He let out gasp, but you continued,”You ruined everything! I thought we were okay, that I was going to spend my life with you, but you and your fucking ego had to destroy it! I hate you so much.” Suguru should have been pissed, but as he turned back to you, clutching the newly developed bruise, he saw the tears welling in your eyes.

Your jaw was tight and he knew you were trying to hold them down. Behind your venomous words and threats, Suguru knew you wouldn’t do anything. You tossed another punch, but this time he caught your fist, his eyebrows furrowing while you unleashed your pent up anger,”I could have helped! We all could’ve! I hate you. I hate you! And you won’t even tell me why!”

Suguru held your other fist and you eventually fell into his chest, tears now streaming down your face. He hated how his heart felt heavy. You shoved your face closer into his loose t-shirt, soaking the material, all while mumbling one word under your breath,”Why?” Suguru now understood that you weren’t asking why he murdered those people, you were asking why he demolished the perfect future for you two.

It made Suguru smile knowing you truly didn’t care that he was killed, just that you weren’t able to stay with him normally. He showed no signs in answering your question, so instead he lifted your head, wiping away the streaks of sadness. Before you could open your mouth, Suguru slammed his lips into yours. Immediately you melted against him, shoving your hand into his hair. Your mouths moved in sync and it was as if nothing bad happened, like you were back to normal. It felt nice to taste you again, just as sweet as ever.

In between the moments of breath, Suguru heard your faint hiccups and muffled sobs. The hands on your face collected small droplets that continued to pour from your eyes. After a few minutes, Suguru pushed away, watching as your bloodshot eyes opened. Your nose and cheeks were dusted in a red and the tears blotching your face sparkled in the leaving sun. Suguru knows you would be livid, but you look so damn pretty when you cry. Your disheveled appearance reminded him of a lost fawn, crying for protection, and who was Suguru if he didn’t protect you. His finger pushed your hair behind your ear, smiling softly at your pathetic expression. So innocent, he thought.

It was honestly cute how even though Suguru had killed hundreds, you came running back into his arms after a kiss. He leaned in, placing another kiss that lingered. As he pulled away slowly, he let one sentence slip from his lips,”Would you like to join me, My love?” The question left you speechless. You stared into his eyes, only finding the utmost sincerity. He was genuinely asking you to leave behind Tokyo and join whatever ploy he is going to start.

It was wrong. So, so, terribly wrong. He killed people. His own parents. He wasn’t a good person, but then you watched his signature smile spread onto his face. One that brought bright and happy memories into your head. It was like a burst of ecstasy hit you. The two of you were standing in the middle of the crime scene. You were standing with the killer, but all you could see was your loving boyfriend. As your face softened, Suguru knew you were going to comply.

Giving a soft nod, you confirmed his thoughts,”Of course.” Suguru wrapped his arms around you, noting how your sobs calmed down. He knew you were only agreeing because you truly believed Suguru could turn back. You would have to realize this would never be true on your own. Soon enough, the realization that no one, not even his closest friends or teachers, not even you, could help him. However, as he held you in his embrace, he decided to give you the hope that maybe it could be done.

[freckledgeto]

i feel like a mother with empty nest syndrome

[eikichi-supremacy]

If nothing else Koenma is a Kuwabara stan and I'm right there with him o7 (I need to write the kuwameshi fic that goes with this fr)

[lemongogo]

anyways . silly thing

[sforzesco]

ALRIGHT okay I will attempt to explain this to the best of my ability, which is currently being held together by tape and coffee

so I have a long running post philippi story focusing on the octavian-antony divorce arc conflict and it's heavily dramatized and full of dead people. it's one part historical, one part my own invention, and one part fucking around with ideas (or the lack there of) in movies about antony and cleopatra. many of which are bad! however. there is a bad one that's actually good. like, I wouldn't recommend it except that I talk about it constantly.

it's the 1953 movie, Serpent of the Nile and I have not known peace since watching it. it's one of the more interesting takes on antony and cleopatra (TO ME), and more importantly: I'm obsessed with the plot point where antony helps lucilius escape egypt to warn octavian.

this scene is partially inspired by that! this scene is partially inspired by several things, but that's the one to mention bc I haven't published any of this story except for the periodic scene I've drawn for fun so listing the rest of it will not add to this experience and also I’m very sleepy right now

the egyptian wall backgrounds in the first page and the last page are of a tomb wall painting, the third page uses an illustration of the death of antony for shakespeare's antony and cleopatra, and on the second page is actually my own painting of antony and cleopatra after giambattista pittoni's painting of antony, cleopatra, and the famous pearl incident

additionally, that last page. the floor. that's a relief commemorating the battle of actium. I'd been reading about depictions of actium and it is. intriguing, especially since my first thought wrt to all of that is usually abt the bodies in the water and how they'll never be buried or antony's parthian fuck up setting the stage for all of this.

also this specifically. fascinating.

Representations and Re-presentations of the Battle of Actium, Barbara Kellum

[mazojo]

Are they,,?? flirting or???? Is this like?,???, a bro thing??,

[squisheebugdoodles]

Okay Here Is The Problem: everything costs money and yet money is something that i just literally never have. solution? kill the idea of money so that nothing costs anything Please. i'm so tired