#why can’t I ever remember the good things ?

[luveline]

omg post prison Spencer and concussed!shy girl….I would go feral I fear

“I’m gonna be sick again,” you whine, covering your eyes with both of your hands. The nausea roils and the pain in your head reaches a new crescendo. You moan without thinking about it, worse when someone grabs a hold of you from behind. 

“Don’t bend!” he says, not shouting but not happy with you either. “You aren’t going to be sick again if you stay sat up. I know it hurts, but you’re making it worse.” 

Spencer’s strict voice isn’t one you’re used to. An embarrassed flush rushes over you, quick to cry ‘cos you’ve wanted to for hours. 

“Sorry,” you mumble tearily, slouching back into your seat with a wince. 

“Oh, angel, please don’t cry again.” 

“I’m not.”

“I’m not angry with you, I just need you to listen, because being sick like this isn’t good for you, and you’re gonna feel sick again if you bend over. It’s your head, angel. It’s the inertia.” 

You shuffle across the couch to flop against his chest. It’s a desperate move; if he doesn’t hug you, you’re going to start crying for sure, so you’re begging him to hold you without having the courage to say it out loud. “Sorry,” you say. 

“It’s okay.” Hands wrap around you immediately. “Don’t be sorry. Just stay like this for a bit, until the nausea stops. Please.” 

You’d love to stay there. You can smell the black coconut soap he uses on his skin, rubbing your nose into his neck and taking obvious breaths. 

Spencer pats your back, saying, “Good, take a breather.” He sounds surprised, but when you glance up at him he isn’t panicking or moving. He’s closed his eyes. His hand is on the small of your back.  

You hit your head so hard the very first thing that happened was the wave of vomiting. It just… didn’t end. And for a while all you could think about was nothing, just being sick and crying and a hand on your back, eventually traded for colder ones, bright white lights and strangers asking how you were feeling. You couldn’t not defer to Spencer, not really sure if he was Spencer in a permanent sense but aware intrinsically that he was to be trusted to answer for you. 

Your brain is shaken, then stirred. 

“If I give you a pill, do you think you can keep it down? It’s okay if you can’t. Honest answer,” Spencer murmurs. 

“I don’t know.” 

“An anti nausea pill you need to swallow isn’t exactly mankind’s best invention.” He cradles the nape of your neck, then, sounding more on your side than anyone ever has. “I wish I could fix it.” 

“You should’ve put your brain to work for science,” you say agreeably, “you can fix anything. Big pharma are lucky you chose to catch the bad guys instead.” 

“I meant your concussion.” You can barely hear him, and at the same time, it’s like he’s speaking into your marrow. 

“You did fix that,” you say, tipping your head back to see him. “You took me to the doctor.” 

He smiles. “Yeah, I did, but you’re still sick and hurting.” 

It’s not that bad in Spencer’s arms. You had dreams like this, daydreams and sleeping, where he’d wrap you up and comfort you after some hurt, but you’re struggling to remember what made it feel as painful as it did at the time. Spencer felt far away. Now he’s right here. You curl your arm behind his neck to be squished together, tight tight tight. Spencer actually groans. 

“Sorry,” you say. 

“No, m’not in pain. I can’t remember the last time I got to hold you like this for so long.” 

“I don’t know why.” 

“I do, and it’s okay. I know why you get freaked out. I’ll never rush you. I don’t mind. But I feel guilty ‘cos I’m enjoying this and you’re in pain.”

It’s a dull throb in the skull. You can barely feel it. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles. 

“I’m confused.” 

“That’s a common theme tonight.” 

“You feel guilty ‘cos I’m hugging you?” 

He covers your eyes with his hand. You laugh at first, but it’s oddly nice. Warm, dark. The throbbing pain ebbs a bit. 

Spencer can feel you relaxing against him. He’s all warmth and smell and sound under your ear. Exhaling, humming, the sound imbued with a fondness you don’t understand. His chest is solid under you, his hair begging to be touched where it flirts with his shoulders, the slopes and lines of him a tactile wonderland for your greedy hands: you want to feel everything. You haven’t the faintest clue as to why you weren’t allowing yourself the privilege before. 

“I just need you to get better fast,” he says, breathless. “That’s all.” 

“I am trying my best.” 

Spencer rubs a thumb over one of your eyebrows, start to end. “And you’re so, so good at it,” he says. 

You aren’t concussed enough to miss the lightly mocking coo of it. But you don’t care. Your nose drags up the line of his neck clumsily, in what you hope says tease me more, but more likely says concussive brain injury, second degree. 

[oceanicwriting]

hey, bro!

summary: where mattheo riddle is obsessed with his best friend sister, and for the first time, he can fuck her without protection and now he doesn't give a fuck about who knows what. not even his best friend.

pairing(s): non-wizard mattheo riddle x non-wizard female!reader

a/n: i'm so sooooorry this took me a while to post... but here it is! i'm still doing my road trip and i have no idea when i'll be back, but i have some good ideas if you are patient with me hehe.

+18 smut, unprotected sex, missionary, praising

ㅤㅤㅤ —mattheo, —you moan as you feel his lips descend to the neckline of your shirt—. mattheo, wait.

ㅤㅤㅤ you thought he would ignore your voice because he easily lifts you up to sit on the counter, standing between your legs ready to receive him. although he continues to caress you with his large palms, he seems attentive to listen to what you have to say.

ㅤㅤㅤ —we can’t do this, —you whisper, looking him straight into his soft puppy brown eyes—. theodore could catch us, and we both know that would be fatal.

ㅤㅤㅤ —i can handle it, —he says, smiling and leaning in to kiss you again—. where does all this guilt come from, baby? i don't remember these words when we did it at my house, my car, the beach, the closet, the bathroom...

ㅤㅤㅤ you roll your eyes at his tone. funny but ironic.

ㅤㅤㅤ —get to the point.

ㅤㅤㅤ mattheo caresses your face with one of his hands, moving his thumb delicately over your cheekbone lit up red. his other hand travels to your back, where the neckline of the shirt allows him to feel your warm skin against the tip of his fingers. a shiver runs through your body, as weak as ever to his cold touch.

ㅤㅤㅤ —i don't think all the other times you cared so much. —you hated that his gaze enjoys so much seeing even the slightest reaction of your body to his presence—. theodore is drunk and, minutes ago, he went with my cousin to his room. why is that not illegal?

ㅤㅤㅤ you laugh, playing with the collar of his black t-shirt.

ㅤㅤㅤ —besides, it's my fault that his sister is so fucking hot? —he questions, letting out a soft laugh.

ㅤㅤㅤ you give him a punch on the shoulder as he tries to lean in to kiss you again. lately, he didn’t seem to care if theodore, your brother, found out about you two, and it was driving you a little crazy. mattheo growls at your action and raises his eyebrows in confusion.

ㅤㅤㅤ —not here. go to my room in five. —you jump off the furniture, pushing mattheo against the wall.

ㅤㅤㅤ —there’s my girl.

ㅤㅤㅤ mattheo riddle and theodore nott have been friends since they were five. when they met, after your family moved to his neighborhood, you had just turned three. over time, the brunette became a constant figure at home. now the two great friends shared an apartment near the university in the busy streets of london.

ㅤㅤㅤ your story with mattheo is somewhat different. sure, you knew each other since you were little, but theodore became an overprotective brother by the time. no one could ever get close to his little sister, much less his friends who he knew so well. everything turned upside down when you turned thirteen, and your parents sent you to a boarding school for girls in the outskirts of the country. you didn't see mattheo again until a year ago, where all kinds of things started to go wrong.

ㅤㅤㅤ the first time you two had a run-in was eight months ago. theodore, after having insisted for hours, took you to a party with the strict condition of not being near his friends. the big problem started when your brother drank so much that he was unable to drive the car, and mattheo was the only sane one to take you home. if your brother hadn't drank more than he should have, you wouldn't have had the slightest intention of getting close to them, and everything that's happening with mattheo would never have blossomed.

ㅤㅤㅤ from that time on, mattheo started looking for you, and even if you insisted that it was forbidden, nothing could stop the desire of your eager bodies.

ㅤㅤㅤ and that's how you've ended up, once again, whimpering under his sticky body. you're not fully aware of how many times you've cum under the brunette's caresses, but you're sure you've enjoyed each one of them. the labored breathing, aroma of the room, and condoms thrown on the floor were proof of that.

ㅤㅤㅤ —shit, —he whispers, coming out of you to throw away the condom that was squeezing his cock—. so perfect. and just for me.

ㅤㅤㅤ you barely smile because you're still a little lost from the explosion of sensations you'd experienced seconds ago. mattheo, until now, had tested your pussy until exhaustion. he had bitten, licked, and sucked every corner of your naked body with the need to mark you until the last day of your life. of course, as fascinating as everything he'd done before, burying himself in you over and over again wasn't going to be left out of the long night.

ㅤㅤㅤ —how i love to see your face after the orgasm —he whispers, caressing your legs, standing between them—. so beautiful and bright.

ㅤㅤㅤ seeing him naked and stained by soft pink marks can only awaken a new wave of need that intoxicates you. it is an unrecognizable force of desire that generates all kinds of thoughts loaded with lust. then, motivated by instinct, you hug his waist with your legs and pull his arm.

ㅤㅤㅤ —what is this? —he questions, resting one of his hands on the bed so as not to crush you—. seconds ago, you were screaming that you couldn't take it anymore.

ㅤㅤㅤ there is a hint of concern in his voice for taking you to an unknown limit, but also a certain mockery that does not go unnoticed motivating you to rub your pussy against his slowly hardening crotch. it was as clear as the day that mattheo riddle could never resist you.

ㅤㅤㅤ —mattheo. —the guttural moan that escapes your lips is enough to make him lose his mind a little—. i need you to fuck me again. i need to feel every inch of you, please.

ㅤㅤㅤ —baby, i don't...

ㅤㅤㅤ knowing exactly what he was going to say and taking the initiative you speak—. i don’t want you to use a condom. please, mattheo, i need to feel it all inside me.

ㅤㅤㅤ how could he think straight when you’re rubbing yourself shamelessly, his lip marks glistening on your chest, and you’re smiling like the devil himself has possessed you?

ㅤㅤㅤ mattheo’s lips tangle with yours in a messy, exhausted, needy kiss. it was such a strange mix that your heart skips a beat against your chest. he settles against your pussy, finding your entrance and gently pushing himself inside you. he didn’t want to go fast because mattheo wanted to remember every corner of your insides with agony.

ㅤㅤㅤ —you feel so good.

ㅤㅤㅤ when his member is completely inside you, you feel his warm skin throbbing and stretching your muscles to the limit. the feeling of that connection drove you completely crazy because being with mattheo was already dangerous territory, and having him inside you without any barriers was even more exciting.

ㅤㅤㅤ —do it slowly —you ask, moving your hips to let him know that he could move.

ㅤㅤㅤ just as you had asked, mattheo does not rush. his entries and exits are smooth, enjoying the exquisiteness of your hot interior. he was fascinated by the way your muscles embraced him, sliding without problem against your walls that could have made him cum from the first moment.

ㅤㅤㅤ soft moans begin to escape from mattheo's lips, forcing you to pay attention to those sounds that you had rarely heard. they were loud, husky, and shameless, perfectly matching the clash of their bodies and your own moans.

ㅤㅤㅤ —shit, i could get addicted to this. feeling you like never before, —he whispers, kissing your chest and speeding up the movement of his hips—. but i can’t take it anymore.

ㅤㅤㅤ a soft cry escapes your mouth at the speed that tickles the inside of your body. mattheo separates his chest from yours, raising your hips held by his hands and burying himself deeper this time. you try to keep your composure, but it’s impossible not to whimper and shudder.

ㅤㅤㅤ —mattheo, i can’t... —a stream of tears escapes down your reddened face—. i need to cum.

ㅤㅤㅤ he doesn't respond, dropping your body back against the bed and stimulating your clit with one of his fingers. the simple contact makes you arch your back in unrecognizable pleasure, clouding your gaze.

ㅤㅤㅤ —so stupidly cute, —he whispers, admiring the way his cock comes in and out of you to discover every corner of your interior—. you're going to look so gorgeous after this. come on, baby, cum for me.

ㅤㅤㅤ you close your eyes tightly, moaning loudly at the amount of sensations that whip through your entire body. then, you feel it, a relieving heat that runs through your entire body accompanied by a soft pop. mattheo has just left your interior to cum in your abdomen, while a soft convulsion releases your own orgasm.

ㅤㅤㅤ you can’t open your eyes because you’re too tired, irritated, and relieved to do so. mattheo takes the liberty of cleaning you up, tidying the room soon after.

ㅤㅤㅤ —you can’t fall asleep, —you whisper, feeling the heaviness of his arm around you—. mattheo?

ㅤㅤㅤ —i know, baby. i know.

ㅤㅤㅤ and the truth is, you should have found the strength to get him out of the room, but you didn’t, waking up the next morning with his arm still squeezing you.

ㅤㅤㅤ —mattheo!? —it's a little scream that you have to stifle with your own hand, getting out of bed and watching him wake up lazily—. shit! mattheo, wake up. you have to go. now.

ㅤㅤㅤ —five minutes...

ㅤㅤㅤ —what? —you climb onto the bed, pushing him towards the edge as best you can—. shit. come on, please, mattheo...

ㅤㅤㅤ and the silly smile that appears on his face at your useless efforts doesn't help the panic growing in your chest. then he pulls your arm, making you fall on top of his bare chest.

ㅤㅤㅤ —do you know that you're wearing my shirt? i can't leave without it.

ㅤㅤㅤ the truth is that you hadn't realized that until he mentions it. mattheo, in an attempt to kiss your lips, approaches your face with impulse.

ㅤㅤㅤ —if that's what you need to get out of the fucking bed.

ㅤㅤㅤ and mattheo shines at the idea of ​​seeing your tits. however, the second you try to take off the garment over your head, your door bursts open. theodore nott, your brother, is now part of the equation.

ㅤㅤㅤ —what the fuck am i looking at? —at each word he pauses a little, exchanging his gaze between you and his best friend.

ㅤㅤㅤ mattheo has jumped out of bed, and the obviousness, given his semi-nakedness, is comical.

ㅤㅤㅤ —god! —you approach your brother, determined to push him out of your room—. why the hell are you coming in without knocking?

ㅤㅤㅤ —hey, bro!

ㅤㅤㅤ if it weren't for the fact that you know that's the worst thing he could say, you would have considered that goofy smile one of the cutest you've ever seen on his face.

ㅤㅤㅤ —shut the fuck up! —theodore bellows, pulling his best friend closer to pull his arm with your failed attempts at stopping him—. i'll talk to you later. walk, motherfucker.

ㅤㅤㅤ —theodore, wait!

ㅤㅤㅤ mattheo doesn't seem to have the best face in the world, but he doesn't seem sorry or afraid either. what the hell is wrong with him today?

ㅤㅤㅤ —see you soon, baby.

ㅤㅤㅤ and you can hear mattheo receive a blow, followed by your brother's voice saying—: you're not going to see her anytime soon, shit face. what the hell do you think you're doing...?

[fairestwriting]

Hi! Hope you're doing well! I love your writing, I got so excited when I saw you're rqs were open!!!

Could i request dorm leaders w/reader who sang a break-up song while they're dating w/a happy ending? not for a performance or anything, just listening to music and singing along and a mob character passing by heard it. then suddenly there's rumors around the school saying their relationship is falling apart. the reader doesn't know. the boys don't realize that it a big misunderstanding and think that the reader might not be happy with their relationship and they desperately try to make it up to the reader.

Kind of like this one including malleus and azul https://www.tumblr.com/coralinnii/697097733985730560/singing-a-break-up-song-while-dating-feat

sry for rambling, i really love the way you write the characters, if it's too much, don't worry about! thank you!

fjfejf thank you i hope you enjoy your rq too <3 this one takes me back…. throwback sunday

(Also happy (late) valentines day everybody! i wanted to post that that on time for it but it got. so long

𐙚 Riddle Rosehearts

Ironically, you might have even shown him that song before. Riddle is pretty out of the loop, so he’s always curious about what you’re listening to. He never thought that your enjoyment of the song had anything to do with your relationship. It’s just a song, right? And at first, he thinks the exact same when the rumor arrives at him through Cater, chastising him for spreading such baseless claims.

…But it doesn’t take too long for it to get to him. And wasn’t that one of your most listened songs too? He can never remember the titles very well. His uncertainty feeds on the words of others until they make complete sense to him. If you were really happy, why would you be so obsessed with that specific song, after all? Riddle starts to pick apart his own actions, trying to find what could have made you so unhappy… And the truth is, everything is not only going well, but he probably mixed up the song from the rumor with an unrelated song you’re actually obsessed with. His entire issue is built around an impression that you’ve been secretly wallowing all this time, all due to some awful thing he’s supposedly done— Without even noticing how much he hurt you, no less.

Suddenly, when you spend time together, he’s awkwardly asking if you’re really sure that this or that is really okay, like he did when you just started dating. You ask him what’s wrong, and he quickly, awkwardly, blurts out that he heard the rumors, and he was trying to make up for his actions… And you’re just standing there, confused.

Luckily, Riddle has just enough common sense that saying his worries out loud makes him realize how frankly insane he sounds. And when he hears that he was, in fact, thinking of the wrong song, his whole face is as red as his hair. You might have to hold back some laughter as you comfort him… Despite the ridiculousness of the situation, it does feel sweet that he’s so eager to make you happy. Even if it means having to fix a huge problem he doesn’t quite understand.

𐙚 Leona Kingscholar

There’s probably no shortage of rumors about your relationship. Good ones, bad ones, and a good few that were just weird— Leona says with his full chest that he thinks they’re all a waste of time, that it was just people being bored, or jealous, or both. He does wholly believe his own words. He also remembers every single thing he hears about you two.

Similar to Riddle, his initial reaction is that the rumor is just stupid. You listening to a song meant that you wanted to break up with him? Really? People must be running out of things to say, if they’re fixating on something so meaningless… And yet, he can’t keep himself from getting the urge to watch you more closely when you’re together.

Leona will die before he actually admits this rumor ever got to him, really. Even the people he overheard talking about it said it kind of seemed like a reach. He’s not about to start a conversation about it, or even openly express that some stupid bit of gossip had him so worried— But he still feels the need to watch. Do you get bored when you’re just sitting nearby while he’s supposedly sleeping? Do you look uncomfortable when he comes closer? Questions like that come up in his mind.

The answer, of course, is that you don’t. And that’s the end of it… or at least he wants to believe that. The rumor won’t come up unless you mention it, he just randomly comes off just a little softer than usual. It’d be hard for anyone to make the connection, surely Leona wouldn’t get that affected by something so silly, he said it was stupid himself. And yet, it’s still hard to miss how he visibly relaxes when you confirm that’s how you thought.

𐙚 Azul Ashengrotto

There’s all sorts of rumors going around about Azul himself, but they’re mostly just long debates on whether it’s worth getting involved with his deals or not. That’s easy enough to ignore when he has people coming in and out of the Lounge everyday. People who complain were just mad about the consequences they faced due to not reading the fineprint and all that.

This self awareness doesn’t help that much when the rumor comes to his attention, though. He’ll comment about how childish the people gossiping about you were to whoever tells him the news, but his words are hollow. Logic is already in the process of leaving his brain, entirely skipping over how ridiculous the whole thing was. It’s sudden enough to hit him with every mistake he might have made like a truck. The office door is slammed shut and locked so he go insane in peace. The thought of rumors themselves are what stands out the most. That had to be what drove you over the edge, right? Someone must have told you terrible things about him, and now you were miserable and confused and— And then he’s calling you, urgently asking for you to give him a chance to explain himself.

The whole “song” part of the rumor might as well not exist anymore. You ask him what this was all about, and he’s going on and on about how he swears whatever you heard about him wasn’t actually that bad and how he’s sorry that you’re getting caught up in all of this mess. You have no idea what it’s all about. It takes a bit of a back and forth for him to realize this. Then he’s just silent. And on instinct, as the realization hits him, he just hangs up, mortified.

You leave to go see him in person, worried or confused or amused or all of the above. You knock on his door, asking him what was up, what rumors he was talking about, he’s too embarrassed to answer for a bit. When he finally does, he looks at you so guiltily, you might even expect he’s about to make a serious confession— It does take a little effort not to giggle when he actually explains it. Insists to get you two some fancy dinner afterwards to make up for the “trouble”, no matter how much you insist you’re glad that it was just a misunderstanding.

𐙚 Kalim Al-Asim

Surprisingly, or maybe not, Kalim is actually quite used to people gossiping about him too. It doesn’t mean he’s the best at handling it, but even before deciding to work on becoming a more capable person, he was already a couple steps ahead from quite a few other people. Even compared to the other dorm leaders — or maybe, especially compared to them — he usually doesn’t have a very hard time ignoring what others say about him.

The first time he hears the rumor, it’s from a few Scarabia students whispering to each other in the corners of the dorm lounge. His first concern is calling out how rude it is to spread rumors about other people, and while he doesn’t have much of an aura of authority, people like him too much to not back off. He thought that was the end of it, and was almost succesful at fully ignoring the rumor, but he’s unlucky enough a particularly nasty someone catches on that it did bother him, despite it technically not showing on the outside.

And then it’s not just a problem, but a long running one. Because he doesn’t want to listen to people saying all those mean things about you! You’re always happy when you’re around him, there’s no way you’d be secretly holding a grudge over… what, really? You two don’t even fight! …That’s the sort of thing he’ll be telling himself, as time passes, and without him even fully processing the building anxiety, you start to wake up to… random gifts from your boyfriend, piled up at the door of your dorm room. How long had it been since you forgot about the song, when you reach the point of deciding to ask him what this was all about? Who knows. The gifts didn’t feel that odd at first, he just does that sometimes, but you were starting to run out of space, and Kalim was starting to act weird around you. So you bring it up… And he actually bursts into tears.

Poor guy, honestly. He’s a mess, saying he’s sorry, he didn’t know what else to do to make your not want to break up with him, all that. He’s saying he’ll let you go if that’s what you truly want when you interrupt him and ask what he’s even talking about, and he tearfully mentions he heard those rumors— That at this point might have even died down. You have to assure him it’s all just rumors for a while, and he tears up again, this time out of happiness. He’s not even going to think about how crazy it was that he got so deep into something that had no depth at all. He’s just too glad that you’re not upset.

𐙚 Vil Schoenheit

Vil’s initial reaction mostly depends on what sort of day he’s had. It’s harder to not overthink things when he’s already stressed — Not that he believes it in any case, it’s just unpleasant to hear either way. The whole thing sounds, frankly, just too shallow to truly hit him. How could anyone claim to know how you were feeling just because you liked this one specific song? How could they even confirm you actually liked that song at all, really… But people still talk about it, and that’s how it sticks to his thoughts.

He’s already dismissed the rumor itself, the question is whether it really came up out of nowhere or not. Maybe someone had noticed you were looking down, or you confided in a friend about relationship issues, and that’s what’s really behind all those flashy claims about the song — The idea makes him anxious. You two usually just talk it out if there’s an issue, so what could have happened? You’re caught off guard when he asks you out for lunch, just the two of you, right in the middle of the week because it’s the only time slot he has available.

You think maybe he just felt like doing something nice but still easygoing. So it definitely feels strange when he starts to speak up about how he’s aware he’s not perfect, but he’s willing to work on anything that might bother you, you realize he looks oddly serious for the situation—

You blink, telling him you knew that, but everything was fine. If anything was wrong, you would’ve just talked to him, like you always do. He stops on his tracks, suddenly feeling kind of silly. If it was anyone else, maybe he’d question if you really meant that, but you say it so easily it couldn’t not be the truth— Then you ask him if something is wrong, and he does his very best efforts to circumvent the topic, something about being told you were unhappy… You recall a friend bringing up the rumor to you, before that, and it feels hard to believe something so silly would get to him. It turns out to be a nice date anyway, though. Maybe something you could do more often?

𐙚 Idia Shroud

Honestly, even before he registers that all of this is over you enjoying a song, his brain is already going haywire. When it does hit that this was all over a song, though, he stops, and not because it’s all over a song. But instead because the gossip itself implied that you weren’t listening to it while wallowing by yourself— Then, right after, he wonders if that means things were even worse than they seemed. Did people know because you were telling your friends about it or something? The questions keep coming up, the logic getting more and more complicated inside his head…

Would it be better to check up on you? Straightforwardly ask if anything is wrong? There’s no way he could just do that, what would he do if it all turned out to be right, if you’ve been silently despising him this whole time? In the end, you don’t hear from Idia that day at all. Then Ortho calls you out of concer, not knowing what’s happening beyond the fact his brother is losing his mind. You can even hear him in the background, telling him to hang up.

…And after a day without any texts, and a call from Ortho that sounded like Idia might as well have been stabbed in his room, you rush over to his dorm. You hurry to check up on him, expecting something bad, and he’s actually shocked you’re worried about him. That you don’t outright hate him. Hearing that, you’re understandably confused.

Your reaction brings him back to reality a bit, prompting him to ask if he’s done anything wrong. You ask him what made him think that. He mentions something about a song. Music, of course, is the furthest thing from your mind right now, so you ask him which song— It soon becomes clear there’s been an insane misunderstanding. After relief hits, it’s a little awkward, and he’s apologizing for how crazy he must have looked. You’re just glad your boyfriend didn’t get jumped or anything like that. Details can be discussed later.

𐙚 Malleus Draconia

Malleus takes it all pretty seriously. You probably showed him the song yourself, since he gets curious about the music you like, and it did stand out to him that it’s breakup music— But he doesn’t consider that, by itself, a reason to worry. He’ll always believe your word over others, which is why it’s so confusing to him to hear that you were supposedly unhappy. And people were considering your taste in music as proof on top of it all? Would that mean that showing him the song was some sort of indirect message, then…?

It doesn’t feel in character for you, he thinks, but he doesn’t want to risk it. He does consider doing something to make up for his supposed mistakes, but since the topic of breaking up is on the table, he decides nothing could really be enough. And you were really so upset you were about to give up on him, he doesn’t know what he could do to make you feel better. In the end, he just decided to ask — right at the very next time he sees you, before saying anything else — why you wanted to break up with him.

”What”,you echo, and for a moment he wonders if you were really so resentful you were making fun of him, but that definitely doesn’t sound like something you’d do. He explains he heard people talk about it, saying he wanted to “hear your thoughts on the matter before believing anyone else”, that he was hoping to solve whatever the problem was. He’s so serious it stuns you, you tell him there aren’t any problems.

That confuses him. What did you mean when you showed him the song, then? Nothing, it turns out. You just liked the music. His worries dissipate soon after that, if you say it was all well, of course he’ll believe you. He does remind you to tell him if it’s not, because he doesn’t want that imagined scenario to become true at all, but he’s ready to just (very) gratefully set it all aside. Simple as that. Won’t get it if you seem to find the situation amusing, but won’t stop you from finding humor in it either.

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[eiightysixbaby]

just some brief belated valentine’s nonsense with older!eddie

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing alone on Valentine’s Day?”

His voice comes out with a deep rasp, his hand coming up to light the cigarette he places between his lips.

Your mother always taught you that it’s rude to stare, but in this instance, you can’t help it.

The man beside you must be in his forties, curly brown hair going ever so slightly gray. Salt and pepper scruff decorates his face, giving him a sort of rough-around-the-edges look. His eyes though, soft pools of rich espresso brown, they tell you he might not be as gruff as he first appears.

He’s gorgeous. And you remember that he’s waiting for an answer.

“Guys suck, that’s why I’m here alone,” you tell him, a scoff escaping you. “I’m tired of wasting my time.”

Your response is true; you’re tired of putting up with games, tired of being strung along. You need a man, not a boy.

He’s nonchalant, perched on the barstool beside you. Black leather jacket with black jeans to match, a ring on the smallest finger of his right hand and the index of his left.

“Good for you,” he says, tipping his beer glass out towards you. “Guys aren’t mature enough at your age, promise you it ain’t worth it.”

“I’m twenty five. I’m not, like, fifteen,” you say, finding his comment interesting.

“Yeah, sweetheart, that’s what I assumed. My point still stands.”

You quirk a brow at him, sipping from your glass of wine as you regard him in your peripheral vision. You try not to think too hard about how glorious sweetheart sounded in his subtle drawl.

“If you want a man to treat you right, you gotta go older. Even in their twenties, they have plenty of growing to do.”

He’s not even looking at you as he says it, still feigning that complete nonchalance. Like he didn’t just sit his pretty ass down next to you and suggest you date an older man — someone more like, say, him.

“Oh, really?” you ask, trying to hide your amusement. “How old, would you say?” You twist your body so you’re facing him, your skirt riding up dangerously high on your thighs.

A flood of heat rushes through you when you notice his gaze snag on that very spot, where the fabric ends and the meat of your thighs is exposed.

His dark eyes look up to meet yours, finally. A slight smirk graces his lips.

“I’d say about my age.”

“You know, if you wanted me to get naked with you, you could’ve just asked. We’ve wasted all this time talking back and forth when I could be on my knees in that bathroom already,” you reply bluntly, making his eyes widen slightly. He wasn’t expecting you to take the bait so boldly.

He recovers quickly, though, running a calloused palm over his scruff.

“Oh, sweetheart. That bathroom?” he asks, motioning towards the dingy one in the corner of the bar. He tsks. “You want someone to treat you right, don’t you? Surely you’d rather be spread out on my bed than getting those pretty knees dirty on that floor.”

You swallow, feeling heat pool in the pit of your stomach at the way he looks at you.

He lets his cigarette hang from the corner of his mouth, awaiting a response from you. Suddenly you’re not sure your brain works anymore.

But you want this. You’re sure of that. You want him to take you home, and you don’t even know his name. Screw it though, you deserve to have some fun.

“Inviting me into your bed already? And they say chivalry is dead,” you muse, enjoying the huff of air that leaves his nose in amusement.

“Come on, darlin’,” he says, standing from his seat and extending a hand to you. “Let’s get out of here. I’m gonna show you how Valentine’s Day is really done.”

[ekingston]

also on ao3.

So here’s the thing: by the time Lena notices the device taped to the bottom of her credenza—blinking red lights are such a giveaway, you’d think villains would stop using them—she’s already thoroughly done with her day. The only thing that’s kept her upright is the prospect of opening the bottle of Bowmore waiting for her on the top shelf of said credenza, so when the blinking red light turns a solid, menacing sort of yellow and pauses, Lena’s first reaction is less BOMB and more tired resignation.

(The second one is BOMB, because no matter how unimaginative her assassin may be, no matter how many times Lena stares down the barrel of a gun or lurches through the air in a failing aircraft, it isn’t something she’ll ever actually get used to.)

Her reflexes have gotten pretty good. It’s one of the perks of what her therapist has emphatically confirmed qualifies as PTSD. It’s also responsible for the three different avenues of escape Lena has installed around her office. Her reinforced desk now topples on a hinge; good for gunmen and small artillery, but too flimsy for her current predicament. There is a trap door by the couch, but it hasn’t worked properly since the incident with James. Lena’s best bet is the rappel rope outside her balcony. Its harness is based loosely on Lex’s suit design, clasping quickly around the body, but Lena fears she won’t be fast enough. So she tips the desk anyway, on her way out the door.

The hair on her arms picks up the abrupt change in air pressure before her ears register the sound of breaking glass. There’s no time to make sure the harness is locked in place before she jumps, taking her only shot at making it out alive. The way she sees it, there isn’t much difference between being a bloody smear on the wall of her ruined office or on the sidewalk outside her building.

Her descent begins to slow almost immediately, the belay device working to provide her with a survivable landing. Lena breathes out slowly. Another near-miss, she thinks, already schooling her features, ready to shrug it off like the others.

Then there’s a decisive snap.

For a moment, Lena is flying rather than falling. The air around her is like water, and she’s weightless. Even as she drowns in air, gasping for breath as it’s knocked from her lungs, she’s overwhelmed by the feeling that This Is Okay.

(Later, she won’t be able to figure out if it was her fatalistic streak or the strong arms wrapped around her that told her everything was exactly the way it should be.)

Supergirl has her, a blur of red and blue and soft, golden hair. Kara, Lena reminds herself. She’s still struggling to superimpose the two very different women Kara Zor-El once was—were? to her.

They land in an alley just off West Cordova Street. Lena only slowly becomes aware that there’s solid ground beneath her feet, because Kara is still holding on to her. She’s so close Lena can smell the metallic tang of her skin, the one she used to associate with hours spent tinkering in R&D. It represents to her a feeling of potential and contentment and joy, so it suits Kara perfectly, although Lena hasn’t allowed herself to dwell too much on why it does.

“Kara,” Lena says, but Kara interrupts her.

“I would have been too late,” she says, and Lena notes with consternation that Kara’s lip is trembling. Lena probably values her own life less than she should, but dying feels like a much more unfortunate possibility if it means Kara’s face might look the way it does now, and Lena wants to find the person responsible and make them hurt.

She’s feeling a little reckless—as usual after an assassination attempt—and Kara is still holding on to her, looking windswept and distraught. Lena can’t remember the last time someone looked at her with such focus, without even a hint of menace behind it. Before she thinks about it she’s reaching out, fisting a hand in that soft, soft hair, and then there it is—she’s kissing Kara, and it’s a much more uncomplicated, much more straightforward thing than Lena had made it in her head.

And really, Lena should have expected what happens next, because that’s the kind of day it’s been. The paparazzo is not discreet, the wide angle lens glinting in the sunlight at the end of the alley.

When National City’s gossip hounds stop by the newsstand the next morning, they’re intrigued—less by a Luthor and a Super finally locking lips than by what the paparazzo must have told them after she was caught taking their picture. Was it a flattering remark on how good they look together that had made them forgive her for invading their privacy? (They do—expect to see them on next week’s cover, already having been voted National City’s #1 hottest couple.) Was it a particularly bad pun that made Supergirl smile at her like that? (Supposedly Supergirl is a fan of bad puns.) Perhaps, they speculate, the paparazzo possesses some sort of superpower herself; surely nothing less than magic could have turned Lena Luthor’s resigned exasperation into amusement, or Supergirl’s disappointment into genuine glee.

The paparazzo remains anonymous. Only on her private social media does she share that all it had taken was a single phrase—spoken with the breathless reverence only a hopeless sapphic Super-fan could muster—that had made Supergirl turn her attention back to Lena with a questioning smirk and suggest that, if a picture of them kissing was going to be plastered all over the tabloids, it had better be a spectacular kiss.

So it’s funny when the very same words—albeit paraphrased slightly—begin to pop up in every forum where the picture is shared over the following days:

“Damn. You’re going to be personally responsible for both the dramatic death and the ecstatic resurrection of every single lesbian on the planet.”

The original art & caption this is based on.

Written for the multi-fandom flash fiction challenge. Give it a whirl!

[suzukiblu]

Day two of February’s third weekly WIP behind the cut; “interdimensional kidnapping via Robin”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Kon cries a lot harder; hard enough he clearly can’t talk past it, hard enough to shake with it, and like–he’s not a small kid, honestly. He’s the smallest that Tim’s ever seen a version of Kon, yes, but he’s pretty big for his physiological age. Which, like–not surprising that he would be, really. He’s definitely in the expected top percentile for a ten year-old, if not over the expected top percentile. Tim would put him somewhere between 4’10” and 5’ and at probably a good hundred pounds or so, which puts him maybe nine to seven inches shorter than Tim himself is and maybe, like, forty-five or fifty pounds lighter. So . . . about seventy percent of his own body weight, give or take. And Tim probably has a concussion and at least a couple broken ribs, and definitely has plenty of cuts and abrasions and bruises deep enough that he doesn’t even want to think about how long it’s going to be until he’s field-ready again. 

He doesn’t do goddamn Bat-level training to not be able to pick up and carry a crying kid no matter what condition he’s personally in, though.

Tim scoops Kon up into his arms and the kid makes a startled little noise about it that cracks through one of his sobs, then grabs the front of his suit just next to the “R” decal tight enough that the body armor creaks and buies his face in his neck to cry even harder. He doesn’t hold onto him any more than that, but he’s still as close to clinging to him as he can get. 

Well–no, his TTK is definitely clinging to him, whether his actual physical body is or not. 

Tim wonders exactly how many times this kid’s been held by someone–at least how many times that he remembers being held by someone, anyway–but all things considered is pretty sure he wants the answer to be “none”. If Luthor really is the only person that this version of Kon remembers ever having been touched by . . . 

Yeah. Tim definitely wants the answer to be “none”, ugly as that thought is. 

“S-sorry,” Kon gasps brokenly into his neck. “M’sorry, m’s-sorry, I d-don’t–I dunno why, I–I can’t s-s-stop, I–” 

“It’s alright, kid,” Tim says, and doesn’t let his voice get any tighter. Really, it’s impressive Kon didn’t fall apart sooner. Or . . . depressing, maybe. “I’m just gonna carry you for a bit now. Just tell me if you want down, okay?” 

“I don’t,” Kon sobs, his TTK going tight. “Don’t put me down, don’t–please.” 

“Okay,” Tim says, and fucking hates Lex Luthor. 

He walks the rest of the way to the marina with Kon curled up in his arms and crying into his neck; digging his fingers into his body armor and his TTK into all of his bruises. Tim might need to do some repairs on the armor later but is really not concerned about it right now. It’s just a footnote to take care of before he tries to go on patrol in this specific suit again, that’s all. It already needed some fixing up anyway, after spending seventy-six hours going through the wringer in a reality that shitty. 

Also, like, he guesses he needs some fixing up after that too, admittedly. 

[kendrysaneela]

Let’s go through the events of Severance from Helena’s POV cause it’s wild from Helena’s POV as well as Helly’s. (I’m just going by memory so I may miss a few things or mix up the timeline a bit) I am not moralizing any of Helena’s actions cause this is just from her POV.

You get (presumably) coerced into splitting your consciousness in half by your abusive father to serve the cult you were raised in.

You then get the brain surgery and then you wake up in a hallway. Millchick says it’s cause you need time to adjust. But it’s okay because sometimes this just happens you’re not trying to leave.

Then you keep ending up on the other side of the door! Millchick comforts you and tells you about how grateful he is that you’re here and you’re happy to get any approval at all even if it is from your family’s cult. Maybe you’ll get some approval from your father.

Then you run through the door MORE! You’re pretty sure at this point that Millchick is lying to you when he says your innie is realizing she does want to be there but you run back through anyway.

Your innie asks to resign you reject that resignation (whether that was Helena’s decision or the board’s is not yet something we know)

Then on a later day you wake up in the elevator and your hair is all messed up your wrist is bandaged up and your makeup is running and you feel just such DEEP exhaustion but you don’t know why

Then you show up on another day and you’re in an elevator with a cd from a camcorder in your hands you watch it and your innie is asking to resign again. But this time she’s threatening your fingers??

So you record a video back (whether those were Helena’s words or words placed in front of her to say by the board yet to be seen)

THEN you wake up in an elevator GASPING for air not knowing what’s happening. I guess your innie tried to KlLL you??

The you’re forced to go back so when you do you crouch in the corner of the elevator in panic before you turn into your innie

THEN later you’re getting ready to do a speech about how great Severance is (you certainly haven’t had a good time but the board demands you do this so you’re gonna have to fake it)

Then all of a sudden you wake up being pulled off stage by Cobel you don’t even remember getting on the stage!

And you’re told that your innie took you over and said a bunch of bad stuff about Severance onstage so after your father insults you for a while you then you’re forced to read an embarrassing script in front of the whole country or the whole world talking about how you drank too much and thought it was a funny joke at the time.

THEN. You’re looking over footage of Helly who is your other consciousness and you see her kissing Mark. You see her being more free and more loved than you ever have. So you rewind that kiss over and over again.

You’re told you have to go back down there to the severed floor but it’s okay you can pretend to be Helly you don’t actually have to be her. And you actually are having a good time? You are having fun with them you’re feeling free youre feeling loved for the first time in your life, you’re making jokes about your family’s ridiculous lore it’s awesome. You’re trying to soak in the love they all have for Helly because you’ve never felt love and you don’t understand you can’t steal love because you’ve never had love before. You come clean with one of the innies about your self hatred.

Then one of the innies finds out you’re Helena and tries to DROWN YOU. To get back your other consciousness that lives in your body your innie who they love more than you. You thought they liked you but now you’re realizing that they just liked you cause they thought you were Helly you’re still stuck in a loveless life now. And now as a bonus you’re having an identity crisis about how Helly is essentially who you could’ve been if you weren’t weighed down by your family’s name.

Then you’re thinking “I definitely won’t have to go back now obviously I’ll tell my father” then you’re told that no you are going back down and you’re going back as Helly to the place where all of this happened because “The Board appreciates your sacrifice” and no one thinks the trauma you’ve faced so far is actually a big deal not even your father he won’t even talk to you about it. So you go back down against your will to the innie floor again and let the consciousness take you over again.

[matchalovertrait]

Seeing Caruso's new house and impressive kitchen brought out the envious side of Dulce. It's not an emotion that she's used to. She needs a kitchen suitable for a highly-skilled chef, but how was she supposed to get one now??? Her cookbook sales are at an all-time low, and her sponsorships are gone. What makes her more mad is that she doesn't know who to blame: Herself or Caruso? She's been building her brand ever since she was in middle school. The perfectly curated reputation was NOT easy for her to create. Clubbing had to be sacrificed once she hit a certain amount of followers! People tried to take pictures to make her look bad, but she was just trying to enjoy her youth. However, some things make it all worth it. Over the years, she gained more young fans, such as a little boy named Ash. The children warm her heart and they inspire her even more to someday open a cooking school for young chefs. And the thought of those kids believing all the lies Caruso has spread makes her stomach twist and turn.

Note: That magazine issue was made by deardiaryts4 :) I wasn't really brave enough to do something like that myself because I didn't know if Dulce being that famous seemed practical, so it gave me a boost of confidence for sure. It adds so much more realism to my story too. Thank you 💞

Start from the beginning (Gen 2)

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DULCE: Wasn’t that awesome?

ANTONIO: You scared me half to death.

DULCE: Aw, you care about me?

ANTONIO: Well, I can’t do the mission on my own. Remember what Carlos and Tyson said.

DULCE: Obviously you can’t...

ANTONIO: Why do I feel like that wasn’t the first time you’ve thought you were a gymnast at a party?

DULCE: Because it’s not. It’s a trick I picked up back when I use to live it up at the club.

ANTONIO: Mhm...

DULCE: But I can’t really anymore. I have a reputation to maintain... promote “good values” or whatever, y’know?

[Dulce mentally recalled how a gossip magazine did a blurb about the court case. She shook her head. “Hmph, at least they picked a nice photo of me,” she thought.]

ANTONIO: Yes, that’s why you hired me. To fix your mess.

DULCE: And I can fire you just as easily, so don’t test me.

[”Oops, did I go too far with that? Maybe he knows I’m not being serious.”]

ANTONIO: Oh no, please don’t [sarcastic tone].

ANTONIO: But seriously, I’m sorry. I tried to get you but you were too far. Are you all right?

[Dulce turned around. Something caught her eye.]

ANTONIO: ...Hello?

DULCE: Sorry. I got distracted.

DULCE: What a space. Looks like he got his dream kitchen, with a nice walk-in pantry and everything.

[Antonio paused to think. He’s terrible with words outside of the courtroom. How does he find common ground with her? Does he bash on the kitchen? Does he agree?]

ANTONIO: ...I like the sleek shapes.

DULCE: I could’ve had a kitchen like this by now. This could’ve been all mine.

ANTONIO: You can’t possibly believe that.

DULCE: What?

ANTONIO: No, it couldn’t have been yours. You have a different tastes... no pun intended.

ANTONIO: Obviously it needs more purple, geometric shapes, and a much larger stove—all things you’d be getting once we’re out of this mess.

[Dulce wasn’t sure why, but his usage of “we’re” made her stomach do a flip.]

DULCE: Yeah, you’re right.

[rat-club]

I need something with Chris + Josh + reader

Josh and reader are close friends and Chris has a thing fkr her and they end up fucking in Josh's obnoxiously bougie bed ughdh

YESSSS I’d literally die omfg (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)

Josh

Chris

Reader

—————————————————————————

You and Josh have been friends for as long as you can remember, nothing more. Yeah you’ve spent the night, but on the couch, y’know? He’s like a brother to you, so you’re a bit thrown off at his nervous demeanor when he asks you to come play video games at his house with him and his friend Chris.

He’s just one of my buddies from English. He’s pretty stoked to meet you.

Oh wow, look at you playing Cupid over here, I never took you as the matchmaking type.

He looks down and laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. You raise an eyebrow, wondering why he’s so out of character today.

You good, man? You seem kind of jittery. What happened to Mr “I’m always confident even when I look like an asshole?”

He shoots you a look and you roll your eyes. You put your hands up and take a step back.

Woah, touched a nerve there.

No it’s just… been a weird day, y’know?

You put a hand on his back, softly rubbing. Normally he’d smile and respond with a simple “thanks,” but now he looks down, his cheeks slightly flushed.

I’m sure we can calm your nerves over some Minecraft with Chris. Hey how about we pick up some drinks on the way back?

He perked back up at the mention of Minecraft and alcohol, seemingly forgetting how strange he was acting a few moments ago.

Y’know what, fuck yeah

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟

You’re back at Josh’s house, getting your Minecraft world started while you wait for Chris. You’re sitting next to Josh ,who’s draped over the armrest.

Are you sure he’s gonna be okay with us starting without him?

I think he’ll just be fine as long as we don’t drink without him.

For a moment your eyes linger on him for a bit too long. You never noticed how soft his hair looks. You wonder how it feels. How would it feel to run your hand through it, play with it, tug it-

Uhhh is there something in my hair?

Your cheeks turn a soft shade of pink as you try to look away. Josh catches on, unintentionally staring at your slightly embarrassed form. You can’t help but notice how his eyes linger, studying your body from bottom to top as he takes in the sight of you. The beauty of you. And for a moment, just a money, you stare back. Your eyes lock as if the only thing you can see is eachother. Anything could be happening around you right now, but all you’ll see is Josh. A knock on the door snaps you out of it. Josh clears his throat before making his way to the door.

Hey man, whats up?

We’ve been waiting on you, Cochise.

Josh pats Chris’s back as he guides him to the couch where you’re sitting, beer in one hand, controller in the other. This was your first official impression of Chris. Yeah you’ve have a class or two with him and caught him staring a few times, but it’s not like you guys ever actually had a full conversation.

Hey man, what’s good?

Heyyyyyyyy

He stands there awkwardly, not really knowing what else to say to you. Josh breaks the silence, walking up to Chris to hand him a controller.

Why don’t you have a seat

Uhhh where

His eyes land on the two empty spots on either side of you. Josh walks over and plops down in the spot he was originally in. Chris takes a gulp before following his lead, trying to copy Josh’s chill and confident attitude.

Alright party people, let’s get this game started.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟

After a bit of drinking and gaming, Chris finally loosens up. He’s laughing, joking, telling you more about himself as he leans closer and closer to you. Strangely, whenever me moves closer, so does Josh. This goes on until you’re sandwiched between the two boys.

Um guys? Maybe a little breathing room?

Whaaaat? But youre soooo warm.

Josh?

He somehow moves even closer to you, his body now pressed completely against yours. Whenever he pushes into you, you automatically get pushed closer to Chris.

Ok no more beers. For either of you.

Huh? But what about you?

You take a sip from the bottle in your hand, smirking at Chris.

I can handle my drinks. You two can’t. I mean look at you guys, you’re practically smothering me.

I mean, don’t act like you don’t like it.

W-what? What are you-

Oh come onnnn. I’ve seen how you talk about him. What you wrote, what you texted, all of it.

Your face turns even redder as Josh exposes you. You turn to Chris, seeing a look of absolute shock on his face. Shock and… something else? For a moment, you can’t quite place what it is, until you see him staring at your body. Oh lord.

J-Josh I don’t know what you’re talking about.

You’re even worse at lying than you are at gaming, y’know?

Him and Chris nod at each other, as if this was planned or something. Hang out with you, get you comfortable, expose you, then what? Though, you don’t have to wonder what comes next for long. Josh grabs you, putting you on his lap to face Chris as he wraps his large arms around your waist. He goes to your ear, continuing to list the details of every dirty thing you wrote down about Chris. Chris looms over you, nervously staring at you as you rub your legs together, panting in desperation. He takes that as in invitation to move in, starting off by smashing your lips together as his hands roam your body, groping and feeling you.

You let out soft moans and whimpers, fueling their desire for you. You feel something hard poke against your ass before Josh slowly starts to grind against you.

Who would’ve thought you were such a little slut. “God, I just want him to throw me down and use me, ripping my clothes off and grabbing me. Pulling my hair, degrading me, making me feel so fucking good.”

All you can whine at his his words, your current position makes it so that you’re unable to defend yourself in any way. You’re completely at the mercy of these two boys, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Chris’s hand makes its way down your pants at an agonizingly slow pace, slowly rubbing your aching clit. You moan into the kiss, leaning into him. Josh takes this opportunity to attack your neck as he moves his hands from your waist, snaking them under your shirt and under your bra. He cups your breasts, squeezing and massaging one while the other pinches and rolls your nipple. You’re an absolute mess.

Chris stops what he’s doing and moves to take off your pants and underwear while Josh works on removing your shirt and bra. Suddenly, he shoves you, making you tumble off the couch and onto the floor. You lay on the carpet, now completely exposed as the two men look over your shaking form.

You think this is too rough?

You see this? Nothings too rough for her. Just look at her, dripping for us.

Josh crouches down and grabs your hair, yanking you up to look at him.

Come on princess, show our friend here how much you like it.

You nod, crawling up to Chris as Josh watches, a smug look on his face. Once you get to him, you get on your knees, legs slightly spear as you reach up to his pants. You struggle with the zipper, erupting a loud, obnoxious laugh from Josh.

Come on slut, it’s not like you haven’t done this a million times before.

Chris rolls his eyes, moving his hands to help you with his pants. He puts a hand on you, caressing your cheek. You lean into it, gazing up at him before getting back to work. You tug his pants and boxers down, revealing his large, dripping member. You waste no time taking it in your hand and starting to pump. Just then, you feel Josh behind you, snaking his arm around to play with your pussy. Rubbing your clit, dipping his fingers inside, bringing them to your lips to make you taste yourself.

Chris moves his hands to the sides of your head and slowly guides his aching member into your mouth. You bob your head, swirling your tongue around it as he throws his head back, moaning and praising you. Meanwhile, Josh gets on the floor, laying on his back with his head between your legs. Your dripping pussy just inches above him. He hooks his arms around your thighs, pulling you down so you can sit on his face.

Hot, sweaty moans and other lewd sounds fill the room. The controllers and beers have been long forgotten. All you can feel is Josh sucking on your clit and Chris’s member hitting the back of your throat. He gasps and whimpers as you take him deeper and deeper, occasionally choking. But that only seems to fuel his arousal. He slowly starts losing control, mumbling soft apologies as he starts face fucking you. Grabbing your hair and slamming into you. You gag and choke as he continues to apologize and praise you.

Fuck princess, I’m sorry, you just feel so fucking good. I’m almost there ok, just a bit more. Can you handle that? Yeah good girl.

Tears prick in the corners of your eyes. It’s all too much. You feel am your orgasm approaching as his member starts to twitch in your mouth. You grind on Josh’s face as he moves a hand and sticks two fingers inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out while he continues to suck on your clit. His other hand roughly smacks your ass, making you squeal around Chris.

With I final thrust, Chris shoves your face down onto him, spilling directly down your throat. He slowly pulls out of your mouth, looking at the mess he made. Drool, cum, and tears adorn your face. You grip Josh’s hair, crying out and making unintelligible sounds. Chris takes in the sight of you sitting on Josh’s face while you feel you scream out.

F-fuck I’m gonna- mmm fuck gonna cum

Your orgasm rips through you. Your mind is completely blank. All you can do is moan and cry out while you put your full body weight on Josh, cumming on his face. When you call to the side, Chris is there to catch you, scooping you up. Josh gets up, licking his lips to taste more of you.

So, how’d you like her?

Chris looks down at you, clinging to him while you’re in his arms.

Don’t worry, we’re not done with her. Let’s go.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟

Chris gently places you on Josh’s bed before he starts to strip with Josh. They crawl on the obnoxiously large bed towards your vulnerable form. Their lustful glares focus on you, and only you as they make their way to you. Josh grabs your ankle, yanking you towards him.

We’re gonna stretch this tight little pussy out now, m’kay? Think you can take it?

You nod, sitting up to position yourself over Josh’s throbbing member. Chris sneaks up behind you, moving his hands to feel you up while attacking your neck. Josh puts his hands on your hips, lowering you down into him. You wince and whimper at the stinging.

I know, I know baby. It’ll feel good soon, I promise.

He slowly lowers you farther and farther down onto him. They both take turns soothing you, getting you ready to take both of them. Once Josh is fully in, he waits, letting you adjust. After a minute, you nod, giving Chris permission to enter. He eagerly presses himself against your pussy, sliding in along Josh’s. He’s a bit more impatient, not waiting for you to stretch to accommodate his size. You let out a yelp and look at Josh with a pined expression. He puts a hand on Chris’s shoulder.

Woah easy there Cochise. I said she likes it rough, not being torn open.

I-I know. I’m sorry, she just feels so fucking good.

He slows down, letting you adjust before pushing in more and more. Finally, both of the boys are buried deep inside of your aching pussy. They nod at each other before slowly taking turns pulling out and pushing back in. You feel amazing. As your moans get louder and louder, they pick up the pace.

It’s like she’s sucking us in.

Yeah, looks like this little slut can’t get enough of us, right princess?

You cry out at their words as they pound you, each thrust hitting a new spot. Josh starts to rub your clit, smashing your lips together to swallow your moans. Chris bites and nips at your neck, making your whole body spasm and twitch. They keep rocking their hips, moving you back and forth between them. You feel another orgasm start to build up inside of you, causing your walls to squeeze and tighten around them.

Cum for us princess. I wanna hear those pretty moans.

And just like that, your second orgasm hits you like a truck. You’re screaming, louder than before. Chris buries himself inside of you up to the hilt, filling you up with his length and his cum. Not long after, Josh is also cumming deep inside of you, fucking you through your orgasm.

They both slowly pull out, watching their cum drip out of you. Chris lays down, spooning you and telling you how well you did while Josh cleans you up with a cloth. Afterwards, they both hold you, too exhausted and fucked out for words. But no words were needed. You knew that they would take care of you.

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Someone take my phone away

[revelboo]

i don't really send in asks often because im much more of a lurker than an interactor, but i think its important that you know how much your work is appreciated. like im reading Everything you put out just because your work is that good and im engaged with characters i barely even Know. you've made me love characters i didn't even give a second glance to. ALSO THE MINI FIGURES. you make me crave them so bad. Everything Is Alright tugs so badly at my heart and i Eagerly await every time you update that one, it's so good and so long and definitely worthy if reread after reread

Thank you! I have a lot of fun writing these stories!

Everything Is Alright Pt 134

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• “You realize Starscream is likely to take you sparking our mate without warning poorly,” Megatron adds and Soundwave vents softly. Watching as Soundwave shifts over you and slides a hand under your middle to make you whimper a sleepy protest at being moved. Hates that the soft noise lifts through him. That he likes it. And then Soundwave is mass shifting back, head sagging forward as his hands tremble faintly cupping you. Needing energon. Your head sleepily lifts before you spot him and then just groan, pressing your face against Soundwave’s palm. ‘Always when I’m naked,’ you mutter. Laughing softly, Megatron ignores that you’re not happy to see him. Pretends that it doesn’t bother him. That even though this is his habsuite, he feels like the intruder as Soundwave fixes his plating to hide away his spike and Megatron reaches to nudge your head until you shoot him a sullen look.

• Swallowing a growl and surprised that he even has the urge to growl at Megatron, Soundwave doesn’t pull you away from Megatron’s reach as the warlord smirks at your attempts to slap at his servo. Lazily toying with you. And he knows the Seeker is likely to throw a tantrum as soon as he finds out, but he can’t even bring himself to care if he upsets Starscream after what the mech had done to him and you both. “What happened to not molesting me?” You ask, smacking Megatron when he uses a servo to roll you onto your back. Growling softly, Soundwave moves you away from the warlord and Megatron shoots him a knowing look, but relents.

• Scowling and desperately wanting a shower, you try to draw your legs up against yourself so everything isn’t just on display even if you can feel Soundwave’s slick between your thighs, too used to all three of them not caring about embarrassing you to even muster the energy to care yourself. Much anyway. And eventually, Megatron is probably going to want more than spark bonding from you. “I wonder which of you is going to tell Starscream you’re sparked. Or will you just let him figure it out on his own?” Megatron asks, grinning wickedly like your misery is the funniest thing ever. Sparked? That’s right. Paling, you remember Soundwave asking and you’d pretty much begged him to. Was that what that coaxing feeling was after you fully bonded with him? Star had done something like that when he’d sparked you now that you’re thinking of it. There had been a sense of a question there like when they’d bonded you fully. Like there was a choice before that coaxing pull. Both times you’d given in to that request without a thought. Why can’t any of them ask important things when you’re not a needy mess during sex? “Of course, I could tell him,” Megatron adds. Enjoying this far too much.

• “Don’t you dare,” you hiss, little face reddening and Megatron chuckles. Ferocious little thing even though you have no way to back up the unspoken threat in your voice. And that anger of yours sparks through him. Goes straight to his spike in a flush of need. Reminding him that even though he’s fully bonded to you and carrying your new spark, he’s yet to physically claim you. Smile faltering at that, he clears his vents in a loud huff. “You blurt it out to him and I’ll never forgive you.” Chin lifting, you glare at him and he can’t understand what it is about you that makes your pitiful little threat actually matter to him.

• Star. Not looking forward to his reaction to finding out you’re fully bonded and sparked again, even though he seemed resigned to it happening. It still feels like a betrayal. Shoulders hunching, you look pleadingly up at Soundwave. Because you have to be the one to tell him. Gently. “I need a shower. And I’d kill for coffee,” you whine, not about to have this conversation with Star while Soundwave’s excess trails down your thighs. Head tipping at you, Soundwave just stares, but it’s not like he has a clue what coffee even is. ‘The shower part I can help with,’ Megatron says, gesturing toward his desk and you register the plastic draped shape tucked in a corner there. ‘The Constructicons had a few ideas.’ Watching him curiously as he gets up and reaches to tug the plastic away, you just stare. It’s a dollhouse. A human sized dollhouse. “There’s a working shower?” Because nothing else matters beyond a shower and some semblance of privacy. “I could kiss you,” you add and he hesitates like you’d just said something weird. Offended him somehow. Aliens.

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ITS ALWAYS BEEN YOU | QH43

| pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

| summary: just neighbors who stopped being in denial

| warnings: use of y/n, kissing, romance, older brothers best friend trope

| a/n: this is my first tumblr post!! Yayyyy

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I don’t remember a time in my life where me and Quinn Hughes weren’t neighbors.

Me and Quinn Hughes have been neighbors for what felt like a lifetime

He was always in my life I was always in his.

It wasn’t any better that both of our dads were pretty good friends either

From the moment I met Quinn Hughes I knew he would be the death of me

But some of my earliest memories of him - messy haired and wild running wild through the grass while my older brother chased after him

Did I mention that he and my older brother were best friends- like stuck to the hip

Well that just makes it 10 times worst for me, I can’t like my older brothers best friend that’s just wrong in so many ways

Quinn wasn’t just Quinn he never had been I tried to see him as just Quinn but I couldn’t I saw him in a different way but I could never tell my brother or him NEVER

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“You’re late”, my older brother grumbled as I slid my way through the party that my dads girlfriend had organized

I rolled my eyes and looked around “it looks like I didn’t miss much”

My brother sighed “that’s not the point, none of my friends are here and my sister wasn’t here, I got pretty bored”

I chuckled “wow my brother admitting he loves my company”

he groaned “I never said that, I rather be annoying you than talking to all these old people who I don’t even remember meeting when I was like 4 years old”

I laughed than I got a good look at the crowd and I see Ellen Hughes

She’s been like a mom to me ever since I could remember, since my mom left when I was a little girl.

I had to go talk to her it’s felt like ages since we’ve talked

I turned back to my brother “I’m gonna go talk to Ellen, see ya” I turned to walk towards Ellen’s direction before my brother tried to bribe to stay with him

Ellen saw me before I could say hi, she excused herself from the conversation she was having and met me half way and gave me the biggest hug ever

“Y/N it’s so nice to see you, it’s felt like ages” Ellen said with the biggest smile on her face

I smiled “ I know I’ve just been so busy with college and hockey”

Ellen smiled and nodded with understanding “oh yes if heard going number 1, in the PWHL draft next year after you graduate college”

I smiled “oh stop I don’t even think I’ll be drafted”

Ellen shook her head “of course you will, I’ve seen the way you’ve played all these years and I know you’re gonna do a lot of great things for women in sports”

Ellen always knew what to say to make me believe in myself, I mean she did raise 3 successful NHL players she had to know what to say and she never failed to make me smile

“Thank you Ellen that means a lot to me, I hope I could just encourage girls to pick up that stick and play a damn game”

Ellen chucked and we started talking about all sorts of things

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As the party continued it had gotten more and more packed, my dads girlfriend really did invite a lot of People

I was in my own thoughts until saw a certain someone enter the room with his brothers

Quinn Hughes

God he looked so good, why did he have to look this good especially today when I’m here

Then I see my best friend Gabriela and all the thoughts about Quinn go away

“Is that Y/N L/N the PWHL Number one prospect” my best friends gasps

I chucked Gabriela always knew how to make me laugh especially when Quinn was around

“Omg is that famous New York Times author Gabriela Robert’s” I copied her enthusiasm

We both laughed and we hugged deeply

“God I’ve missed you so much Y/N, you don’t even know I really wish we went to the same college”

I sighed, it’s true I should of just went to university of Michigan I mean it’s a good school, but I just needed to get away from Michigan I’ve lived here my whole life I needed a change and that’s what drew me to commit to University of Wisconsin

“I know gabs and I’m sorry, I just couldn’t stay stuck here for the rest of my life” I sighed sadly

“Of course I’m not mad or blaming you, you do you I just miss you but hey if you did attend u of m you might not have the opportunity’s you have now, so it’s for the better” Gabriela smiled at me

She always knew what to say and I loved her for it.

Me and Gabriela continued to talk but I still felt myself looking for him and Gabriela noticed this

“So when are going to tell Quinn how you feel” Gabriela looked at me with those concerning eyes

“Gabriela come on, we both know he doesn’t and will never see me like that” I’m sad but it’s the truth

Quinn only will ever see me as his best friends annoying little sister who hasn’t even graduated college yet

“Oh my god Y/N if only you could see the way he’s looking at you right now” i blinked what, i thought as I looked in her eye direction

And then I saw him staring right at me with so much love in his eyes and then he saw me where my eyes were looking and looked away

“He was probably staring at someone behind me or something” I try to convince myself that what I said was true

“Sure Y/N keep telling yourself that, I just hope you guys can stop being in denial and just admit your feelings to each other one day” Gabriela was right I had to tell him I just didn’t know how.

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I found myself thinking while outside at the end of the dock of my dads lake house he bought a couple summers ago

The sum was just setting, the lake looked beautiful and the smell of tree and nature was just amazing

My thoughts were interrupted my someone taping my shoulder and it was him, Quinn

My palms got sweaty and my feet stoped dangling and we’re just straight

“Mind if I sit with you?” He asked, he didn’t even need to ask

“Sure, I always enjoy the company” I shakily replied, my hands gesturing to the spot beside me

He sat down and our legs touched just for a second and I felt my heart beating so fast

“So how’ve you been” I asked first to get rid of this tension we had

“I’ve been good, you know just focusing on hockey and my captaincy” he replied while looking at me for a second

“Oh yeah I heard congrats on becoming the captain, how’s that been” I replied

“It’s tough and has its ups and downs but I’m managing” Quinn sighs and looked down

“So what have you been up too?” He asked to get the tension off of him

“ you know, hockey and trying to keep up my academics at the same time” I replied as I chuckled a little

He laughed “hey I heard your the top prospect for the PWHL that’s huge, congrats” he nudged my shoulder

Oh my god.

“Yeah trying to keep myself humble instead of bragging about it” I replied while laughing

He laughed and looked at me for a couple seconds before I looked at him

“What?” I asked first

“N-nothing, you’re just beautiful” did he really just say that

I didn’t know what to say, we just kept on looking at each other and he moved first

He connected our lips together I put my hand on his check while as he put his left hand around my shoulder to deepen the kiss

I pulled away first and looked up at him in the eyes

He spoke first “I think it’s always been you Y/N, ever since we were kids I think apart of me was in-love with you and I just didn’t want to admit it” he spoke softly with so much love in his eyes

“Will you do me the honor and letting me be your boyfriend?” I could cry but I didn’t I just pulled him into another kiss

As I pulled away “is that a yes” got he’s such a idiot but he’s my idiot

I laughed “yes Quinn Hughes, you can do me the honor of being my boyfriend” he looked down at me and kissed me and we pulled away we were wrapped in each others arms as we looked at the sunset

Thank you for making the first move Quinn Hughes, it’s was nothing less than I imagined.

[rubylace]

PROLOGUE 2. TEEN-AGE

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pairing: musician!jay x reader (f)

genre: coming-of-age, new adult, personal growth, sexual tension, fams dynamic, love hate

wordcount: 5,423

💙 taglist: @rikizm @sumzysworld @xylatox @morganaawriterr 💙

Eleven years earlier. Mom had left to go out again. Lord knows where she went or with whom, you could never count on your mom, Helen, for anything. There were only two people you could depend on in your life: Ameryn and Jay. The one good thing about mom leaving you alone most nights was that it allowed you to sneak out of the house and go wherever you wanted.

Ameryn assumed your mom was home half of the time, so she couldn’t stop you. Jay and you were planning to meet in 15 minutes, you were going to the mall to hang out with some of the other 8th graders from school. These kids were part of the cool crowd that Jay and you had been trying to break into. Because the two of you mainly hung out with each other, you really weren’t associated with any one clique.

He was waiting at the corner with his hands in his pockets. You loved when he wore his baseball cap backwards and the way the messy strands of hair peeked out of the sides. You was starting to notice little things like that more and more lately. It was hard not to. He walked toward you. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah.”

Didn’t know why the thought of hanging out with these kids was making you so nervous. Jay didn’t seem nervous at all. He was more confident than me in general. When you stepped inside the mall, the fluorescent lights were a sharp contrast to the dark winter outside.

You were supposed to be meeting these kids at the food court, so you made your way to a map of the three-story building. Jay started to run. “We have to hurry up. The next bus is in five minutes.”

Your heart was pounding as we approached the two boys and a girl who were standing outside of an Auntie Karen’s pretzel stand. Jay could tell you was on edge. “Don’t be nervous, Patch.”

The first thing you remember hearing out of Seon’s mouth was,

“What the hell is that?”

“What?”

“Did you sh*t yourself, Y/n?”

Your heart was now beating out of your chest as you looked down at yourself. You knew that despite your nerves, you hadn’t lost control of your bowels. This was not poop, it was blood. You wasn’t prepared for it because it was the first time you’d ever gotten your period.

At thirteen, you was later than most of the other girls you knew. This probably the worst timing imaginable. Jay looked down then up into my panicked eyes. You mouthed to him, “It’s blood.” Without hesitation, he gave you a quick nod as if to say that he had it covered. “It’s blood,” he said.

“Blood? Ew…gross!” the other boy, Hajun, said. “Y/n stabbed herself with my knife on the way here.”

You’d been looking down, but you whipped your head up and looked over at your friend incredulously. Seon’s eyes widened. “She stabbed herself?”

“Yeah.” Jay smiled. He took a pocket knife out of his jacket.

“See this here? I carry it everywhere with me. It’s a Army knife. Anyway, I was showing it to Y/n on the bus. I dared her to stab herself in the abdomen. Crazy girl that she is, she actually did it. So, anyway, she’s got blood on her pants now.”

“Are you joking?”

“Wish I was, dude.”

The three of them looked at each other before Seon said, “That’s the coolest f*cking thing I’ve ever heard.”

Hajun smacked your arm. “Seriously. That’s some epic sh*t right there.”

Jay laughed. “Yeah, so we figured we’d come say ‘hey’ since we were almost here anyway, but we should probably get her to the emergency room.”

“Cool, man. Let us know how it goes.”

“Alright.”

“What the heck did you just do?” you whispered as you walked away.

“Don’t say anything. Just walk.”

The cold night air hit us as you exited the rotating doors of the mall. You stood on the sidewalk and stared at each other for a moment before breaking into hysterical laughter. “I can’t believe you came up with that crazy story.”

“Not that you should be ashamed of the truth, but I knew you were embarrassed. So, I wanted to do something. You were pulling on your hair like crazy.”

“I was? I didn’t even realize.”

“Yeah. You do that when you’re really nervous.”

“I never knew you noticed that.”

His eyes travelled down to your lips for a moment when he said, “I notice everything about you.” Feeling suddenly flush, I changed the subject. “I never knew you carried a knife.”

“I always do. You know, in case something happens when we’re out. I need to be able to protect you.”

Your heart that was beating for those jerks just a moment ago was now beating incessantly for an entirely different reason. “I’d better get home.”

“There’s a drug store right there. Why don’t you go get something. Ask them if they have a bathroom you can use.”

You went inside and used the money you had reserved for video games at the mall arcade to buy a box of maxi pads and some cheap granny underwear. You’d tackle tampons later when you had time to figure out how to use them.

When you emerged, Jay took off his hoodie and handed it to you. “Here, wrap this around your waist.”

“Thank you.”

“Where are we going now?” he asked.

“What do you mean? I have to get home! I have blood all over my pants.”

“No one can see it with my jacket wrapped around you.”

“I still don’t feel comfortable.”

“I really don’t want to go back home tonight, Patch. I know where we can go where we won’t know anyone. It’s some place I go by myself sometimes. Come on.”

Jay led you down the sidewalks of Providence. After about ten minutes, you turned a corner and approached a small red building. You looked up at the illuminated sign. “This is a movie theater?”

“Yup. They show the kind of movies that nobody knows about or that people don’t talk about. The best part? They don’t even care how old you are here.”

“Are they bad movies?”

“No. Not like those naked kind of movies, the ones I told you my dad watches. No. These ones are like foreign with subtitles and stuff.”

Jay bought two tickets and a popcorn for us to share. The theater smelled musty and was practically empty, which was perfect considering you didn’t want to see anyone tonight. Even though the seats were sticky, this was just what you needed.

The movie was a French film with subtitles, called L’Amour Vrai. Tells the story of the struggle to achieve true love. You lay your head on Jay’s shoulder and thanked God for someone who always knew exactly what you needed. That place became your secret hangout over the next couple of years. Indie movies became Jay and your thing.

Going there wasn’t about being seen at the big cinema or running into people from school. It was a place where both escape from reality without being watched. Afternoon, you listened from your window as Jay sat on Ameryn’s stoop, playing a new song you’d never heard him perform before. It sounded like I Touch Myself by the Divinyls, but he’d changed it to I Stab Myself.

[shima-draws]

So apparently my brain has decided to get back into Sonic again I say already 27 episodes through rewatching Sonic X. Anyway. I love my kids ESPECIALLY Chris to this day I do not understand why people hate on him so much. He’s baby

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

almost wrote another rant post but like. words aren’t working so. i’m just posting this? for no fucking reason?

shoutout to Talulah. they aren’t on here, they just deserve a shout out. i instantly feel like a billion times more comfy when they’re around and i can actually be silly goofy me which is. rare these days and very nice.

[jellysnail-draws]

Randomly remembered how Lawrence was a real one for knocking Qwark out in UYA to help his boss out lmao

Seriously

This was one of those rare moments I realized someone seemed to genuinely be on Nefarious’ side. Everyone else could be flakey, but Lawrence was the only one who stepped in to save Nef when he needed help and I just think about it a lot ok

Also do not mess with the butler or else he’ll knock your ass out fr. I love that he’s lowkey a threat too but he just doesn’t care enough to act on anything

[sleaze4sleaze]

I know I already saaaaaaaid I was thinking about Dale but what if I’m high and the love just hit me like tenfold while looking at some photos and fanart