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captainamericasmotercycle · 6 months ago

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HARWIN SMUT HARWIN SMUT HARWIN SMUT ‼️‼️‼️‼️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

Forgive me, I fear I am not the best at writing smut, but I tried my best for my husband Harwin <3

pairing: ser harwin strong x fem!targ!reader (mother is unspecified)

warnings: quick mention of criston cole, 18+, minors DNI, reader is a targ (mother is unspecified), a bit angsty in the first part?, p in v sex, oral receiving (m and f), missionary, cowgirl, accidental creampie, reader has hair long enough to braid, use of the word whore, sworn protector harwin, forbidden relationship, loss of virginity?

wc: 2.5k

a/n: i need harwin strong biblically. smut under the cut <3

Ser Harwin Strong, son of the Hand to the Kind, was set to be your sworn protector, which you absolutely hated.

As the second daughter of King Viserys, he was quite protective over you, especially after losing Aemma and then your mother in childbirth. He was much more hesitant to wed you off, much more insistent to keep you safe from a fate such as theirs.

Though, by your Targaryen blood, you detested being safe; always searching for some kind of adventure, whether it be taking to the skies, or mingling in bars in Flea Bottom.

But now that your father’s strongest knight has been pulled from the City Watch to be your babysitter, there was no possible way for you to escape the Red Keep.

For weeks now, Ser Harwin has been closely following your every move: standing outside of your chambers at night, following you to your lessons, even going all the way to the dragon pit with you.

You started to get annoyed with him, clearly displaying it.

“I do not understand why you have to stand there,” you were in the gardens with your older sister, reading about the histories, complaining out loud.

She hit your arm gently, “He is only standing at his post.”

Ser Criston Cole was standing just a bit further away from the pair of you; Cole being your sister’s sworn shield.

“But does he have to stand there? His big body is blocking the sun,” you complained.

“I can move, if you wish, Princess,” he shifted backwards, but you stood and dusted yourself off.

“No need, I want to leave.”

He followed closely behing you. You walked faster, trying to lose him within the maze of walls in the castle. He never once put up a fight chasing you around the Red Keep out of the many times you’ve challenged his watch.

You began to run straight to your chambers, only slowing when you turned the corner to find your father walking with Lord Strong. His guards swiftly grabbed you by the arm, Ser Harwin not far behind.

Shocked at the sudden contact and the presence of your father, you straightened up.

“Father.”

“Please, do not tell me you have been running from Ser Harwin, again,” he spoke, vexxed at your behavior.

As if he was summoned, Harwin came around the corner. Your father shot his attention directly at your guard, his own father giving him a stern look.

“Ser Harwin, you would not lie to your king, correct?”

“I would never, your grace.”

“Has my daughter been keeping you agile, running about the Red Keep?”

He hesitated, glancing from your father to you and your hardened gaze; a slight shake of your head, warning him not to tell on you.

Looking back at your father he gently nodded, “Yes, your grace.”

“Mmm. Let her go,” he ordered his guard. Walking to you and placing his sickly hand on your cheek, he sighed, “The more you fight your protection, the stricter it will become. I am warning you, daughter. I am only doing this because I care for you.”

He dropped his hand and you sighed, “But father, Nyra doesn’t have this many rules, and she’s your heir!”

“What Rhaenyra is doing is none of your concern.”

“But why?”

“Because I said so! I am your father and your king! I will make the rules as I please.”

Everyone watched the argument awkwardly, standing as still as possible. You pouted at your father, nearly stomping away from the scene.

As you got to your room, you shut the doors quickly, preventing Ser Harwin from entering. Wanting to scream, you threw yourself onto your bed, an action truly unbecoming of a woman and more like a child.

A sudden knock at your door kept you from throwing a tantrum.

“Princess? Are you alright?” Harwin’s voice rang out.

Of course he would try and talk.

“Fine!” You shouted back.

“May I enter?”

Sighing, you walked to the door, the silence scaring him. You opened the large wooden door, meeting him face to face.

“Come in,” you stepped aside, allowing him in.

Continuing your tantrum, you started to rant to him.

“I honestly do not understand him! Nyra and Aegon both are reckless and barely watched, and yet it is I who is constantly under surveillance!”

He watched you pace around your room.

“And you! You following me everywhere is enough to drive me mad! For once I just want to be free of you!” You angrily spat out, only turning to see him with a slight frown.

“I did not know you felt so imprisoned by my presence,” your face dropped in an instance.

“I am sorry, Ser Harwin, I did not mean to offend you—”

“No need, Princess. If you truly feel this way, I can surely ask for a change of post.”

“No, just— just leave me. I’m sorry, I need to breathe.”

He bowed his head to you and swiftly left, leaving you feeling more guily than angry.

As much as you complained about being followed and watched, you truly were starting to enjoy being by Harwin’s side, when he wasn’t annoying the life out of you.

Although you were not being pushed hard to marry and would rather never wed, you wouldn’t mind seeing what the husky knight’s intimate moments were like.

Maybe it was your emotions controlling your sinful thoughts, or maybe it was the pent up frustration fueling your delusions, but now you regretted sending him away from you.

Late that night, you were still thinking about your earlier words; you had sent a maid to fetch Ser Harwin.

He quickly entered, his sword almost unsheathed, ready to fight whatever threatened you. When he found you alone, he relaxed.

“You summoned?”

“I did.”

“I thought you wanted to be free of my suffocation?” You could’ve had his tongue for that.

“I did.”

“Did? Not anymore?”

“Sit, please,” you pointed to the settee, he followed your directions, taking off his helmet and sitting.

“You know, I used to sneak out, before my father swore you to me, down into Flea Bottom.”

“Yes, I remember,” he was the one to report to your adventures to your father, telling Viserys that he could protect you from your late night leaves.

“I would go drink, for hours, only returning to the Keep just moments before the sun came up.”

Harwin listened silently to your story, watching you pace with wide eyes in awe.

“I used to walk past these houses… on the Street of Silk.”

“Princess, I am not sure where you are going with this story, but I am not sure if this is appropriate…”

“I always wondered what it would be like, as a common-born, free to roam the brothels.”

“You do not mean that.”

“I do,” you turned to face him, his face in a stoned expression, his helmet on his lap.

“But you are not a common-born, you are of Targaryen blood, born for greatness… not a brothel.”

You came to sit next to him, “Don’t you wish for one moment that you, yourself, could know what it is like?”

“To be someone’s whore?”

“Yes.”

“No. No I don’t. I am perfectly content as I am,” he lies to you. If he had been born into a common family, he would wish to be your whore.

Sighing, you placed a hand on his large thigh, “I just wanted to know…that is why I detested your protection! I did not want to lose my excersions out of the Keep.”

He looked at your touch, then looking away.

“What if I could show you?”

“Show me?”

He remained silent, still looking away from you.

“Harwin,” he breathed heavily at your voice, “Look at me.”

“I should go. I have overstepped. I cannot break my oath or my head will be on a spike before dawn,” his head was still down, looking away.

“Look at me. That is a command from your princess,” you said it more sternly, he turned his head to meet your eyes, “What do you mean you could show me?”

“I—”

“Speak free and plainly.”

“I had been into many brothels on the command of Prince Daemon, to find thieves and liars, to serve them justice as a Gold Cloak. I have seen the obscenities of the Street of Silk.”

You stared at him with wide eyes, he could not tell if you were horrified or intruiged. You moved your hand to hold the side of his face.

“I want you to show me.”

He leaned in closer to you, stopping just seconds before touching your lips to his, you could feel his breath on you, “I should stop. I am a man of honor—”

“I do not care. Dishonor me,” pushing yourself into him, you captured the sweet taste of your sworn shield.

He moved his body to face you more intimately, his helmet clanging on the floor. You clawed at his armour, he quickly untied every piece. As he fervently took off his outer layers, you pulled at the strings of your dress, until you were both in your undercloths.

You could see his manhood through the thin linen pants he wore. He stripped you down after pulling his own cloths off, still kissing you passionately.

He grabbed at your waist with his large hands, pulling you onto his bare lap to straddle him.

Your breasts pushed up against his hairy chest, your sensitive parts rubbing on his own. He moved to kiss your neck as he began shifting you slowly, his cock rubbing against your throbbing bud and slit.

Throwing your head back at the sensation, it gave Harwin an opening to suck at the base of your neck, nearing your collarbones.

He elevated you, allowing his mouth to move to your tit, kissing his way around your nipple bfore taking it fully into his mouth. You moaned loudly, Harwin’s hand coming up to muffle your yells.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in, he got close to your ear, nipping at your lobe, he let out a low growl, “Do you want us to get found, Princess?”

Stuttering out, you struggled to form any kind of response, “No— I, no.”

“Then we need to be silent,” he smiled at you seductively, warning you.

You pushed yourself off his lap, sinking down to the floor in front of the settee, between Harwin’s bare knees. Your hair was still braided from the events of the day, pulled back and out of your face.

You stared at the girth of Harwin’s cock, grabbing the base of it and stroking. You watched as he shivered at your touch.

Taking his length into your mouth, you started slowly, trying to find the right pace. As an instinct, his hand flew to the back of your head, guiding you up and down his cock.

You toyed with his balls as you slid your tongue around his tip. Feeling himself about to come undone with your mouth, he swiftly pushed you off, it becoming almost painful at the loss of your touch.

“I mustn’t release before you,” he heavily stated.

Lifting you with ease, he laid you back, spreading your legs and slotting his face nearing your cunt. He kissed the inside of your thigh, moving closer to your sensitivities.

“Do not tease, Harwin,” you just barely moaned out. He kissed your bud, latching his mouth to it and sucking. He moved his way down your womanhood, his tongue reaching your entrance.

Darting his tongue into the squishy walls of your insides, you reached pleasures you could have never even dreamed of. Working wonders with his tongue, he licked up and down, in and out, pushing you to your peak.

Your legs shook, clamped around Harwin’s head. He moved to tower over you, kissing you to make you taste your own sweet release.

He lined himself up with your entrance, his large girth penetrating your maidenhood. It sent a pinch to your core at first, but you eased into it. You moaned out loudly at the feeling, an obscene moan, more sweet than anyone could hear in a brothel. Harwin nearly came as he heard you.

He thrusted hard, fucking you into the settee. You kept your eyes open to look at him as he fucked you. Leaning down, he kissed you all over your neck and breasts, forcing you close to another release. He watched your tits bounce with every thrust, pulling him close to his own release.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he shifted your position. He flipped the two of you, him on his back and you on top of him.

You steadied yourself with a hand on his broad chest, his hands shooting to your waist. As you straddled him, he groped at your waist, your hips rolling over his.

You leaned forward to be chest to chest with him; your hips were still moving rapidly. The motions of your hips forced your release, your walls clenching his cock; your head coming to rest in the crook of his neck.

The tighness of your walls made the waves of pleasure come crashing into him, releasing his seed into you before he was able to pull out.

“Princess…” he moaned out.

Smiling into his neck you laughed gently, “I think we are passed formalities, Harwin.”

The vibrations of your laugh tickled him into adoration, Harwin smiling as well. He wrapped his big arms around your naked waist, breathing into your neck.

You pushed yourself off, feeling cold at the absence of him inside of you. Picking up your small clothes off the ground, Harwin watched with a smile, “So eager to get rid of me?”

“I never said for you to leave,” you smiled back.

“I should go.”

“No. Stay with me, just for tonight?”

He sat himself up, spreading himself out, his elbows resting on his knees. His sweaty curls clung to his neck and forehead, making him look ethereal in the moonlight. He thought about your offer, nodding to himself.

“Just this once I will stay, but I must leave before morning light.”

Dropping your smallcloths back on the floor, you stalked over to him, mounting his strong lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed his jaw chastely.

He smiled at the touch, “So I would assume my presence isn’t suffocating you any longer?”

You rolled your eyes, dismounting and pulling him towards your bed, “Believe me, you are still unbearably suffocating… just in a different way.”

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mandu-17 · 2 years ago

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Under your spell | Kim Yoohyeon x fem! reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Ah okay! I was thinking maybe Yoohyeon needs reader after a long day of work so reader finds a way to relieve her then the rest is up to you! Also take your time on the Siyeon fic and on my request also, no rush ❤️

Warnings: G!P Yoohyeon, unprotected sex, scratching, choking, cursing

Genre: Smut

Wordcount: ~ 1,713

A/N: kinda obssesed with this tbh

Twenty three, twenty four, twenty five. And over.

Yoohyeon let out a big breath, another series of back extensions done. She used her quick break in between series to walk around the small gym. Her legs were grateful for that. The burning feeling was spreading through her back muscles, as well as her hamstrings. Yoohyeon’s whole body was covered with sweat, but the thought of having only two more series to do put her in a better mood. Working out always was one of her favorite hobbies, the endorphins it delivered made everything look brighter. Especially, with Yoohyeon’s high level of stamina - it was a great way to spend her energy.

Although, that one cloudy afternoon when the weather outside certainly was not encouraging to do anything, Yoohyeon was distracted. Trapped in the company building, her body wanted to exercise, but her mind was occupied by something far more enjoyable. Another marvelous way to use her energy.

All she could think of was you.

Starting with your addictive lips - she could spend long hours kissing them. Your expressive eyes - telling her exactly what you need or how good she is making you feel. The way they’d darken with lust had Yoohyeon feeling hot every time. Your slim legs spreading open just for her or how beautifully your back arched during your climax. Everything about you was captivating her whole attention. Even the simple thought of your soft skin on hers resulted in her breathing faster. For some reason, since the moment she woke up that day, she just felt so... horny.

Hands resting on her hips, Yoohyeon licked her lips, before pressing them together. She could feel an amused smile forming on them already.

What were you doing to her? She thought, shaking her head.

Determined, she decided to focus on these last two series. The sooner she’ll finish, the sooner she’d actually see you in person. This had her motivated. After affirmatively nodding to herself, Yoohyeon was ready to continue her work out.

When stretching was also done, she headed for a shower. On her way, your girlfriend was wondering what you were doing in that moment. Her lockscreen, displaying a picture of Pie and you sleeping together which she took few weeks ago, told her it was half past six, meaning you were off work. Probably at home already, unless you stopped for grocery shopping.

You sure were a perfect wife material, Yoohyeon realized after you began to leave in the fridge plastic containers of food prepared for her to eat at work or while travelling. You always made sure to leave a sticky note on top of them, your messages were short, but sweet and often playful. You shared a similar sense of humor.

Few minutes later, after an extremely quick shower, Yoohyeon was drying her hair with a blow dryer. Her fingers impatiently traced through the strands of her hair. As she was observing them, she couldn’t help but to picture them in a completely different location. Around your neck maybe or buried deep inside- Honestly, she wished she was able to teleport to your apartment already. The thought of crossing half of the city during rush hour made her blood boil. That day, Yoohyeon noticed, she was truly practising her patience.

“See you tomorrow, Yoohyeon!” One of the company’s gym trainers exclaimed when she was about to leave the building.

“Ah, yes. Bye!” Hurriedly, she turned around in order to wave back at him. Her smile was only partly forced. Yoohyeon liked that guy, she really did.

She decided to blame her unusually unkind behaviour on you.

Yes, it was all your fault.

Hundreds of red lights, curse words and dirty thoughts later, Yoohyeon finally made it. With a lopsided grin, she recognized the smell of one of her favorite dishes coming directly from the kitchen. Oh, how she loved coming home to you.

Tired of waiting, she entered the room to find you above the stove, seasoning some vegetables on a pan. You still were unaware of her arrival, because of the radio you were listening to so loudly. Even now, when dressed in more loose, comfortable clothes around the house, you were driving her crazy. And she hadn’t even touched you yet.

Yoohyeon turned the radio down a little, before taking big steps towards you and trapping you in her arms.

“Woah, hey there, tiger.” You giggled, not even getting the chance to properly turn your head to see who turned the radio down. Yooh was very fast. And very straightforward.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Her lips were already longingly kissing the column of your neck, as she began to sway your bodies side to side. Yoohyeon let her eyes close, happiness embracing her just like she embraced you.

“Did someone miss me?” You asked, amused with her antics. Remaining focused on cooking wasn’t so effortless anymore.

“I was thinking about you all day.” Yoohyeon admitted with a small pout against your neck. There was nothing that could refrain her from getting excited at the close touch of your body.

“Oh, poor Yootony. You’re gonna be the death of me.” You joked, but truth be told - you were positively surprised. You had no problem with Yoohyeon getting back and acting like this everyday.

Turning around in her arms, you got the chance to see how dark her eyes had become. You felt so small in front of Yoohyeon like this. She was undressing you piece by piece with her intense gaze.

“And what am I supposed to say?” Your girlfriend complained playfully, her strong hands pressed you against the kitchen island.

You gasped at the sudden move, although the sound of it was swallowed by Yoohyeon’s eager lips. Not wasting time, she let her tongue inside your mouth, at the same instant, she made you sit on top of the counter. You wrapped both your arms and legs around her form, you knew how much Yoohyeon liked it when you initiated physical contact.

Your girlfriend’s mouth travelled down your body, she quickly took your oversized shirt off, so she had more area to explore freely. She smirked, realizing you weren’t wearing a bra. You hummed when Yoohyeon kissed the valley between your breasts.

The dinner you were preparing - long forgotten.

A sudden moan escaped you the moment Yooh bit your nipple. You shuddered, your hips rocked into hers and that’s when you felt it. Firstly, you took off her shirt. The sight of her firm muscles was something that always got you going. Then, your hand flew to her pants, palming the bulge that formed there. She was extremely hard.

Yoohyeon groaned in relief once you pushed her pants down to her ankles and freed her member. Very impressive she was - huge and veiny, probably the biggest cock you’ve had.

Weakly, you moaned her name as a sign that you were more than ready. Yoohyeon got rid of your shorts, her mouth watered at the sight of your glistening folds. She aligned herself at your entrance, met your eyes and pushed in causing both of you to moan loudly. Nothing could compare to the bliss you felt with her inside you. You were at her mercy, as Yoohyeon’s thrusts were fast and deep. She waited long enough to finally take you however she wanted - she was going to treasure your body as much as possible.

You loved every second of it. The way she was so confident in her desires and how she was able to meet all of your needs at the same time. It was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Shit, baby. You’re so tight.” Yoohyeon praised you, feeling your walls clench around her desperately.

You admired her abs working intently, her face twisted in pure pleasure, especially that little crinkle between her eyebrows and how her lips were forming a perfect ‘o’ shape. Just looking at her was enough to make you cum, you were certain.

“Yoohyeon, fuck.” You cried out when she slapped your thighs suddenly and brought you even closer.

She silenced you with a harsh kiss, not wanting anyone else to hear your moans. You were only hers.

Your nails were digging into the skin of her nape, your other hand created a path of red scratches down her back. Your chests rubbed together with every thrust of Yoohyeon’s hips. You held onto her almost like a koala, your legs were tightly wrapped around her waist with your toes curling at the pleasure. Yoohyeon cursed, it became harder to move her body because of your suffocating hold. She couldn’t stop nonetheless.

She found a phenomenal solution though. Yoohyeon closed her fingers around your neck and laid you down, further on the kitchen counter, while gently squeezing your throat. Your girlfriend was always very careful with you, even after you affirmed her for the hundredth time that you liked it when she choked you a little. It only added to the intense sensation Yoohyeon was giving you.

“I can feel you clenching around my dick.” She panted, addicted to the view of your naked form spread out in front of her. Shivers ran down your spine at Yoohyeon’s lustful voice, your thighs began to tremble. “You’re dripping all over me, baby girl. Just let it go.”

And so you did. You let yourself fall apart under your lover. The way your whole body shook and your back arched felt incredibly uncomfortable because of the hard surface you were laying on, however it couldn’t stop you from moaning uncontrollably and getting lost in the pleasure. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as you harshly gripped Yoohyeon’s wrist with both hands.

Your girlfriend cried out when your walls tightened around her, massaging her member perfectly. These were the moments when Yoohyeon was the happiest about you being on pills because there truly was nothing more magical than cumming in your wet, warm pussy. She filled you with her creamy seed, her cock pulsed deep inside you before it slowly returned to its’ more relaxed state.

“Yoohyeon…” You mumbled weakly when aftershocks stopped, your breathing still uneven. There was even a path of your mixed juices dripping down your thigh. “The pan.”

“Shit.”

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tillystealeaves · 8 months ago

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Steddie Breakup Fic- Interlude #1

YIKES I really did not intend to take two whole months to post the next part of this. But the rest is coming soon!!!!

Start with Part 1 Read on AO3

After all that had happened in Hawkins in the past several years, Robin’s parents had assumed that she would be eager to leave and go off to college. As much as they loved their only child, they had secretly also been looking forward to her departure; Robin too often seemed to find herself at the center of the strange goings-on of Hawkins. But in the summer of ’86, Robin had told her parents that she wasn’t going to be leaving, at least not right away.

She had been in touch with the admissions team at the University of Chicago and explained to them that after a traumatic incident that past spring, she wished to defer her enrollment for a year. Robin showed her parents the very kind letter that she had received from the head of the Linguistics department, telling Robin to take the time that she needed and assuring her that her spot at the school would be waiting for her next fall.

This year, in addition to knocking out one or two prerequisite courses at the local community college, Robin was working yet another retail job with Steve Harrington. The Buckleys liked Steve well enough, but couldn’t quite understand the level of attachment that their daughter clearly felt towards him. Still, he was polite, he helped Mrs. Buckley with the dishes when he came for dinner, and he often brought dessert that he had baked himself. Even more importantly, he always conducted himself in a way that made them feel comfortable with him spending time with their daughter. Of course they’d heard the rumors that had started years ago- that Steven Harrington, much like Richard Harrington before him, was driving a different girl around in his big fancy car each week. But the Buckleys had only ever seen Steve around town with the group of teens that he inexplicably claimed to babysit. The only young lady Steve seemed to spend time with- other than occasionally Nancy Wheeler, who was the older sister of the kids he watched- was Robin. And though they’d caught Steve curled around Robin on the couch (and they suspected he’d crawled into her bedroom window on several occasions) the relationship truly did seem to be as “Platonic with a Capital P” as their daughter insisted.

Unfortunately, this bewildered acceptance did not in any way extend to Eddie Munson. Of course, the Buckleys didn’t believe that fantasy games or loud and angry-sounding music meant that someone was a satanic fiend. They didn’t even believe that the Munson boy had killed any of those teens; they’d seen him giving rides to Steve’s kids in his van and Steve would certainly never allow someone dangerous to do that. From afar, he seemed to be a genuinely kindhearted person.

But it was indeed common knowledge that Eddie Munson sold drugs, and they didn’t want Robin anywhere near that kind of a situation. In addition, most of the residents of Hawkins were considerably less convinced by the official story of what was now being called the Creel Killings. Munson, whether by his own fault or not, was a target for the uglier side of small town life. The Buckleys were concerned that association with Eddie might make Robin a target of their anger- or that small town rumors might spill outside the city limits and harm Robin’s reputation going forward.

With all of this in mind, Eddie suppressed the urge to drive over to the Buckley’s house at 7am and knock on the door demanding to see Robin.

He hadn’t made any attempt to talk to her after leaving Steve’s house the previous night. All he could bring himself to do was drive around aimlessly until he was sure Wayne had left for work, go home, and cry while replaying the conversation with Steve a thousand times in his head.

It didn’t make sense. Eddie understood the words that Steve had spoken, but he couldn’t make them fit with everything he knew about Steve- and everything they’d shared since their first kiss late in May, on the day that Eddie had finally earned his high school diploma.

Steve loved. It was the most true thing about him. He loved Robin and he loved the kids and he loved his perpetually absent parents even though they didn’t deserve it.

He loved Eddie. That had been a surprise at first, finding Steve sitting at his bedside in the hospital. Steve, offering to help Eddie as his body slowly healed from dozens of bat bites. Steve, bringing food to Eddie and Wayne’s new trailer. At first Eddie thought it was just gratitude, a “thanks-for-not-letting-Dustin-die”. Then he realized that Steve- that the whole party- had simply absorbed him into their bizarre little monster fighting family. And then it became clear that it was more than just trauma bonding; that Steve truly liked Eddie, wanted to help him just because it made Steve happy to see him happy, enjoyed spending time with him.

And then and then and then it was something else entirely. Still love, but now it was warmer. Kisses and hands held during movie nights. Their same inside jokes now paired with soft touches. Love. Steve’s love.

Steve’s love was a brilliant thing and Eddie had felt so honored to receive it. He hadn’t had much (any) experience with relationships- being gay in a small town will do that- but he was determined to love Steve well in return, and to make sure Steve knew his love was appreciated.

Eddie had heard the story of Steve and Nancy- from both Steve and from Nancy. They’d come to an understanding now; a friendship built on mutual respect. But to hear Steve tell it, he’d failed Nancy when she needed him, he’d been too clingy while at the same time not being “real enough” (whatever that meant), he’d let her down by being too much and not enough all at once. The version that Nancy told seemed more likely to Eddie- that they’d been kids faced with unspeakable trauma that they’d processed in very different ways. That they wanted different things from life and it never would have lasted, even if Barb hadn’t died in Steve’s pool. But Nancy was sure to include in her retelling that Steve’s love was brilliant- even if it hadn’t ultimately been what she wanted, she knew it was so powerful and pure and she hoped more than anything that Steve found someone who would appreciate it and return it as he deserved to have his love returned.

When Nancy told Eddie that last part, she’d given him a very pointed look and then kicked him in the shin while smirking. Eddie had kicked her right back, trying to hide his blush. It was two weeks before graduation and Eddie had definitely noticed the subtle shift in Steve’s love. Of course, nothing had had to shift for Eddie at all. The Corroded Coffin boys were all too aware of Eddie’s years-long unfortunate crush on Steve Harrington. The first time he saw Harrington pick up the newest Hellfire members from school, he’d been confused and a little wary. But then the kids had rushed to him and Henderson had done some (very nerdy and not at all king-like) handshake with him and suddenly his crush didn’t seem so unfortunate. Or at least, it was unfortunate for a different reason.

He'd been delighted when Steve had finally taken the leap and kissed him after the joint graduation party that had been held at the Harringtons’ perpetually empty house. After that, things between them seemed to fall together naturally. Eddie loved being loved by Steve, and he loved being able to give Steve love in return. It was so good- good in a way that Eddie of a year ago could never have imagined he would ever be able to find in Hawkins.

Except… Eddie had been wrong?

For the thousandth time, he replayed Steve’s words in his head. Sometimes, one person in a relationship just expects more out of it than what it is. Eddie had heard the rumors about King Steve Harrington, always able to score any girl he wanted, never likely to be seen with the same one for more than a week or two. Was that it? Was that all Eddie was? The flavor of the week? But that didn’t make sense. It had been more than a week- it had been nearly five months. And Steve wasn’t like that, not really.

What, then? If it wasn’t Steve, then it must be Eddie. Of course, Eddie had long held the belief that he wasn’t the type of guy someone would stick around for. Eddie was good for a quick hookup in that gay bar in Indy he visited sometimes. Or maybe if he ever made it big with Corroded Coffin, a fan might want to accompany him back to his hotel room. Eddie wasn’t a person that someone wanted to keep forever.

But Steve had. In every kiss, every shared secret, every daydream about moving to Chicago and sharing an apartment, making sure there was space for Robin to stay over a few nights a week. Steve had made Eddie feel, since their first kiss, that he planned to hold on to Eddie forever. Or maybe that was all just in Eddie’s mind? Maybe he’d wanted it so much that he had convinced himself of something that wasn’t there? But no. Wayne saw it, and had commented many times about how happy they both seemed. Nancy saw it. Robin saw it.

And yet she hadn’t.

Steve said that he’d talked to Robin about this, that Robin had told him to confront Eddie about their apparent irreconcilable differences. Had she known this whole time that Steve wasn’t nearly as interested in Eddie as Eddie was in him? Why hadn’t she said something to Eddie, told him to stop making a fool of himself around her best friend?

Eddie couldn’t understand. After thinking about it all night long, he’d only managed to find more questions to ask, not come up with anything that made the past five months match up with Steve’s words from the night before.

And so here he stood outside of the Buckley home, after Mr. and Mrs. Buckley had left for work but well before Robin’s 2pm shift. Eddie was glad that he knew this detail of her schedule, even though the reason for him knowing was yet another twist of the knife in his heart. Robin had offered last week to work this night’s closing shift at the arcade so that Eddie could take Steve to watch the Orionid meteor shower. Steve loved driving away from the lights of Hawkins and watching the stars. Eddie had been planning to pack a picnic in the back of his van and- no, he couldn’t start thinking about that now.

Eddie took a deep breath and knocked on Robin’s door. She answered quickly, as though she were expecting him, but the look on her face said that she very much was not.

“You’re not Steve,” she stated unnecessarily. She was tense, clearly annoyed at his presence. Did she hate him? Had Eddie missed the signs? Had Steve’s soulmate told him that Eddie wasn’t good enough for him?

“Um… nope, not Steve,” Eddie began awkwardly. Now that he was here, he didn’t know how to start this conversation.

Robin solved this problem for him by looking anxiously over his shoulder and saying, “Okay, well you need to go. You can’t be here right now. Steve is coming over to talk and eat a whole bunch of junk food and I’m probably going to end up having to call out of work and he can’t find me standing here fraternizing with the enemy.”

What? Robin sounded like she was planning the classic Best Friend Interventions for when a friend gets their heart broken. But Steve was the one who dumped Eddie. Eddie’s was the heart that got broken. Why did Steve have to sadly eat junk food over the fact that he didn’t really like Eddie all that much? And… enemy?

That last thought managed to force its way from the swirling mess that was Eddie’s mind and out his mouth. “I’m the enemy now? Bob, what did I do?”

“Don’t ‘Bob’ me!” Robin snapped. Okay, then. They’d gone to the point of not-friendship where nicknames were no longer allowed. Eddie fought back the sudden urge to start crying all over again.

In front of him, Robin took a deep, steadying breath. “Sorry. That was harsh; you’re not the enemy. I’m just… disappointed. Sad. I don’t know. But you can’t be here when Steve gets here, okay?”

“Okay,” Eddie agreed. No matter how hurt and confused he was, he didn’t want to cause Steve any pain. Robin seemed sure that finding Eddie on her doorstep would hurt Steve, so Eddie would get himself gone. But before he left, he had to at least try to understand. “Can I just- Why did you tell Steve to dump me?”

Now, Robin looked actually angry. Eddie wondered if he should run while he had the chance. (Underneath his confusion, he found himself thinking how glad he was that Steve had a friend like Robin in his corner.) “Do not turn this around on Steve- or on me. I spent weeks building him up, giving him the courage to talk to you about things in your relationship that were worrying him. I vouched for you- I told him you would listen. Instead, I get a phone call last night from a crying Steve who says- and I quote- ‘It’s over. We’re not together anymore. I can’t talk about it tonight but I’m going to come see you before work,’ and then hangs up as soon as I agree.”

So Robin hadn’t thought that Eddie was no good. Well, that was some comfort at least. But it still left Eddie with the horrible truth that when given the opportunity to talk through issues in their relationship, Steve had decided that Eddie just wasn’t worth it. “We didn’t talk about anything,” Eddie whispered, trying desperately not to let Robin hear how his voice was breaking. “He just… told me that we were looking for different things in our relationship and that he wanted to end it now before we ended up hating each other.”

“DINGUS!”

Robin’s shout startled Eddie. He quickly looked behind him, checking to see if Steve had arrived. He hadn’t. Eddie turned back to Robin, only to find her tugging at her hair in frustration. “Oh my god, Dingus why? You suck. Every tally on the You Suck board forever, you suck!” She suddenly focused her attention back to Eddie, who was now feeling more confused than ever. “Do you love him?”

“Wh- what?” Eddie stammered. How did Steve keep up with Robin’s brain?

“Do. You. Love. Steve?” Robin repeated, clearly enunciating each word. “There’s no wrong answer but you have to tell me the truth.”

“Of course I do.” And here were the tears again. Robin definitely wasn’t angry at him anymore, but Eddie was still so confused and so hurt. One thing he knew for sure, though, was this. “Bob, I love him so much. I tried last night- I tried to get him to tell me what I was doing wrong, how I could be a better boyfriend to him. He didn’t want to hear it. Just said he didn’t love me enough.”

“He didn’t say that,” interjected Robin. Her voice was calm, assured. “I absolutely know that Steve did not say that he doesn’t love you enough to stay with you.”

“Well no,” Eddie conceded. “But he said when one person wants more out of a relationship, someone ends up with their heart broken and someone ends up resenting the other person’s love.”

Robin stared at him expectantly. Clearly she wanted him to draw some conclusion from this but it was the same as what he’d said in the first place. Steve didn’t love him enough to stay. The silence stretched on until Eddie felt compelled to fill it. “He dumped me while we’re still happy so that he doesn’t end up resenting or hating me.”

“He absolutely did not.” Again, Robin sounded so sure. What had she pieced together that he hadn’t?

None of what was happening made sense. But Robin had somehow made sense of it. Eddie took a deep breath and tried once again to understand why his relationship had dissolved overnight, now with the added clues of this conversation with Robin.

Steve’s love was brilliant and intense, steady even when its recipient didn’t appreciate it. Steve had been trying to work up the courage to talk to Eddie about their relationship. Steve had ended things because he was worried that they weren’t on the same page.

No, he couldn’t.

“Does…” Eddie’s voice sounded so small, even to his own ears. He cleared his throat but it didn’t help. Panic and shame were choking him and he was sure that he’d never be able to draw breath again. He didn’t deserve to. “Robin, does he think I don’t love him? Oh my god, does he think I’m going to get bored and resent him?”

“As I said,” Robin grumbled, “Dingus.”

“How did I mess this up? Shit, I thought I was doing it right!” Eddie clutched at his hair, pulling at it as though the pressure would stop the tears that were now pouring down his face. “I swear, Robin, I love him and I really thought I was showing him that.”

Robin grabbed Eddie gently by the wrists, not pulling his hands away from his hair, but simply pausing his tugging. “I know. Eddie, you were showing it. Everyone that’s ever seen you two for five minutes saw it; you guys are frankly gross.” Eddie felt himself smiling weakly at that. They were and he knew it. He loved it. He felt his smile vanish. He thought Steve had known it too. “This is a Steve problem. And it’s why I told him to talk to you. Talk. With whole sentences. Weeks ago.”

Eddie nodded. But even though it was Steve’s own insecurities that had caused this problem, Steve and Eddie were a team- at least Eddie hoped they still were. “How can I help fix it?”

“You have a date tonight, right? The meteor shower?”

“I mean… no, because Steve pretty firmly dumped me last night,” Eddie replied, trying not to snap at Robin. She spoke Steve better than anyone; she could help.

“Right, okay. Go get ready. Just pretend you’re not dumped and plan the date that I know you already have planned. Expect Steve like an hour earlier than he was supposed to come. Now seriously, shoo, because he really is going to be here any second!”

And with that, Eddie was dismissed.

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Hope you enjoyed this! There's one more interlude and then the conclusion.

Also this story takes place on October 21st, 1986, and this is the meteor shower they're going to watch.

Read the next part: Interlude 2

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #robin buckley #platonic stobin #idiots in love #misunderstandings

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oxceen · 8 months ago

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Alterhuman alphabet!

(credits to @/local-xenogender-icon)

A - awakening

When did you realise you are an alterhuman? At what age, how long ago?

I awakened around two years ago, when I was 12. My neighbour/friend and I were hanging out outside our houses and he asked if I knew what a therian is. I said no, and he explained it to me, and told me that he is one. I was really interested, because I've felt very cat-like since I was a kid, and often saw myself as a cat, and afterwards I researched more about therianthropy and asked my friend a ton of questions and around a week later I confirmed that I am indeed a therian!

B - balance

Does your identity affect your social life (school, work, etc.)? Does it cause troubles or not?

It doesn't really affect my social life much, but I get phantom ears very often and it gets uncomfortable sometimes, and my friends often ask me if im ok bc I'm aggressively rubbing my palm against my head to try and get rid of my phantom shift :,)

C - city

Do you live in a city? If yes, is it hard for you to be away from nature? Does your therio/kintype even need nature?

I live in a sub-urban area (thankfully) because cities are pretty overwhelming for me. The area I live in has plenty of trees and bushes but it's mainly just in people's front yards and I wish there was a small forest nearby that I could walk around in, but sadly there isnt't :(

D - diary

Do you have a diary about your alterhuman experiences? If not, do you want to start one?

I used to, but I kept forgetting to add entries to it so I gave up lol

E - experience in the community

What is your experience and thoughts about the alterhuman community?

So far, everyone's been really nice! Everyone seems to be really supportive of eachother and I've only seen discrimination in the community once or twice. I'm also a little concerned about the nonhumans who are severely struggling mentally due to their nonhumanity.

F - friends

Have you told your friends about your identity?

My three closest friends know, and they're very supportive!

G - gear

Do you have any gear? If yes, is it handmade or bought?

I have an ear headband that my neighbour gifted me for christmas, and although the colours are wrong, I love it and wear it pretty often. I also have a half-finished yarn tail that's been a WIP for a couple months now because I can't find the time to finish it. And I also have a necklace with a green gem, a rainbow and a wolf pendant! It was originally just the gem to match with my best friend's purple gem, but then I added the rainbow (bc LGBTQ+) and the wolf pendant came from an old necklace I got alongside a book (Wolves of the Beyond, I def recommend) that I got in 2nd grade.

I - identity

What is (are) your therio/kintype(s)?

Vancouver coastal grey wolf, Turkish Angora, Western jackdaw, orca and banded linsang!

J - jokes

Do you like to make little jokes about your identity or is it rather serious for you?

Both! I don't really make jokes about it myself, but my friends often joke around about my nonhuman behaviours (in a nice way) and I laugh along :)

K - knowledge

In scale of 1-10, how big do you think your knowldege about alterhumans is? Are you new to this topic?

I'd say around a 6-7. I know pretty much all the basic stuff, but the more complicated stuff like physically-identifying nonhumans and otherlinks I don't really know much about yet, mainly because I've only recently heard about them.

L - liking, loving

Do you like your therio/kintype(s)? Do you love or dislike it/them?

I like my theriotypes a lot! I find my theriotypes really interesting, there's always something new to learn about my kind.

N - nature

Does your therio/kintype live in the wild, or rather not? (E.g. it's a house pet, or it's a robot.)

All my theriotypes are wild, except for my domestic cat theriotype.

O - otherhearted

Are you also otherhearted? If yes, what is your kithtype(s)?

I'm snakehearted!

P - popularity

Is your therio/kintype "popular" or is it rather rare?

I'd say my wolf theriotype is very "popular" if you just look at it like a wolf, but I've only seen one or two therians who are coastal wolves like me.

I see domestic cat therians everywhere so it's needless to say my cat theriotype is pretty "popular"

I see crow therians and raven therians a lot, but I've never met another jackdaw like me. I wonder why /gen

I used to think orca therians are rare, but after joining tumblr I found that there are quite a lot like me!

I've never seen another linsang therian, which makes sense because barely anyone knows asiatic linsangs even exist. They were discovered only in 2013 and we know next to nothing about their reproduction, social behaviours, and diet.

R - real body

Do you feel good about your physical body? Do you experience gender dysphoria?

I don't get gender dysphoria often, but I do get species dysphoria. A lot of the time I wish my legs were shaped differently, or my face was longer, or I had a tail, wings, etc.

S - sex

Does your therio/kintype have a different sex than you?

Yes! I identify dpecifically as a male dominant/"alpha" (I dont really like using that word to describe it)/pack leader wolf because I do not feel maternal instincts toward young wolves. I know this because when I look at pictures of kittens, or see actual kittens, I feel a strong urge to look after them, clean them up, protect them from danger, etc. Aside from these two theriotypes, I don't identify as a specific sex.

T - traits

What are your alterhuman traits? (E.g. a need to hunt, bark, ect.)

I get extremely aggressive toward people who wrong me or people close to me, and my typical response is to growl/snarl at them.

If a friend gets their hand close to my face, I try and play-bite but they always draw their hand away (understandably).

When I'm in a group of people, or I see a group of people, I can often tell who the "pack leader" is within a couple seconds, even if it's not obvious to a human.

Very wide smile during tense/awkward situations or any situation where I feel threatened. It's basically a snarl but bc im physically a stupid human, no one notices >:(

Sometimes I raise my shoulders and then shake myself all out (usually involuntarily), which is like the human equivalent of feather rousing

I sometimes also bump/rub my head on my (close) friends' shoulders as a way to greet them

U - urges

If you have a theriotype, are you good at controlling your animalistic urges? Do they bother you?

I'm fairly good at controlling my urges, but when I get angry I feel like I'm gonna lose control and just go feral on everyone. It's never actually happened though.

W - wondering

How do you think you would look like, if you could physically shapeshift into your therio/kintype? (Describe or put an image here!)

I think I'd just look like any other member of my species.

Y - yarn

If you wanted to buy/make a tail, would it be real fur or fake/yarn fur?

I prefer real fur, but I'd only buy it if I'm 100% certain it's not from a cruel fur farm. But if I'm unable to buy it, I'd make my own, from yarn (which I've already started doing).

Z - zoo

How do you feel about zoos (a place, not z00philes)? Are they good or bad in your opinion? Do you want to go there to meet your theriotype (if you are a therian).

I think zoos are okay (only ethical ones), I enjoy going to them and seeing all the cool animals there. Sadly none of my theriotypes are at any of the zoos I normally visit.

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#therian alphabet #therian #therianthropy #nonhuman #alterhuman #wolf therian #coastal wolf therian #sea wolf therian #cat therian #catkin #wolfkin #orcakin #orca therian #jackdaw therian #alterhumanity #nonhumanity

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annakie · 6 months ago

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Fixing the House, Chapter 3: All These Things That I've Done

Part One: I Do Not, In Fact, Have the Power

Part Two: Let’s Spend Lots of Money!

Part Three: All These Things That I’ve Done (YOU ARE HERE)

Part Four: I Really Want to Stay At My House

A little interlude.

Part Five: Power Down

Part Six: You Will Leave Some Paint

Part Seven: Backwards to go Forwards

Part Eight: Master of Bathrooms

Part Nine: Within a Room, Somewhere

Part Ten: Rooms With No View

Part Eleven: Big Bang Room Part A and also Part B!

Part Twelve: We Can Make It On the Outside

Part Thirteen: Mauve Haze Symphony

Part Fourteen (A) - In the Kitchen

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It's been almost a week since my last post and, believe it or not, home renovations continue!

TBH I have a fuzzier memory of what got done when so some of this may be guesses, but it's more or less accurate!

Last post was Thursday morning! All day Thursday the porch was worked on, and by that night, or maybe Friday, it had all the decking on it!

Part One: It was Thursday Yet!

I'd left my car out of the garage that day because I knew they needed to do some work in the garage for the roof and to more easily get to power. That night when I was going to move it back into the garage, my next door neighbor, on the side that already had the fence, came out to talk to me.

She first gushed about how great the front of my house looked. I was so happy and proud! She did tell me that I needed to cut my bushes in the front back, which, I do need to have that done, lol.

I showed her all the work getting done and she was really happy for me. We ended up talking about the fence for the first time, really, and she told me that she disagreed with her husband about putting the "ugly" part of the fence outside, too, but as he built he he told her he wanted to see the pretty side. OK, whatever. It didn't matter now, but it was good to hear. :)

She also told me that back when I had my house broken into in like 2009, her husband saw them leave my house and CHASED THEM! They went two blocks to the apartment complex nearby. He saw what apartment they went into!! He called the police and told them EVERYTHING.

Apparently even with an eyewitness and the EXACT LOCATION OF MY STUFF the police just did not give a fuck to follow up. Man, I wish I'd have known that fifteen years ago when it happened. Just... absolutely infuriating. How fucking useless, cops. NO thank you very much.

Anyway, that was a good time, and the longest conversation we'd ever had.

Part Two: Blurry Happenings on the Weekend.

Either Friday or Saturday, I think Friday, Jose and Maria resumed work on the fence, AND FINISHED IT.

Holy shit, I had a fully enclosed yard. I was SO excited. I was practically giggling.

Here's a picture!

ALL of the junk is cleaned up and the rest of the chain link fence removed, but I'll save a full clean pic for the last update.

The alley side looks SO PRETTY!! And will be prettier when it's stained!

Also awesome is that i have a streetlight there that shines RIGHT into my backyard. It's already nicely lit. But I have plans for more lighting!

Not long after they left and I talked to Joel for awhile, I headed to Home Depot to buy a few things that we needed. Some of it maybe Joel should have paid for but I thought of it and I was there, so I bought the stuff.

First stop was the paint department. I brought the old can of paint for the living room wall and asked for a sample size of that. Turns out there were two colors that had had that same name and number. WHY, BEHR, WHY? I truly couldn't tell which was the right one from the picture. So, I just had them mix them both up. Ugh.

I also brought what I thought was the color I used in my bathroom and had them get me a sample of that because I needed to do some touch-ups. When I got home, I realized that that was actually the color I used for my doors. So I gotta go back and fix that. :p

I bought house numbers that need to go on the back of my fence (city regulation). I bought a new light to replace the porch light that broken. TBH it needed replacing, and I also wanted to make sure I got one I liked so I was fine paying for that. I got a gallon of white paint to paint my garage door, and a painting kit/tape since I didn't have any anymore, it'd been a long time since I painted. Oh, also some nice iron door handles to put on my gates so it'd be easier to pull them closed.

I'd bought a few things online over the week including new cushions for some of my patio furniture. So I when I got home from HD, I broke those out and was absolutely THRILLED to just chill out in my backyard that night for a bit.

I left the patio door open and let Fry and Pemily come hang out on the patio, too, since they now had no way to escape out of the yard. Neither of them are the escaping kind anyway, but I still never felt safe letting them hang out outside much at all, maybe one of them at a time for 2 or 3 minutes. But neither of them are good climbers so they had absolutely no way to get out now. Fry LOVED getting to explore a bit, and Pemily mostly stood near the door or near me, but it was a good experience for them.

I just want to also re-state that the little pole in the middle of the patio will be removed at some point when we no longer need the extra bracing.

I just sipped on my huge mug of water and truly enjoyed my backyard for the first time, pretty much ever, in 21 years of living here.

I believe Saturday while he was working on the fence, the roofers returned and did the first bit of putting the shingles on the patio. They didn't finish, there was some extra work to do at the "crease" where the roof met the Patio, but a good bit of it was done.

This is the pic where you CAN'T see the rest of the work that needed to get done. But most of the junk is removed!

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Part Three: No-Work Sunday

Sunday I visited my parents, and so no work got done.

On Saturday I'd told Joel that I wouldn't be home Sunday because I was going to visit my parents. I said they were leaving and it'd be the last time I'd see them for a few months so I HAD to go. I thought he asked me where they were going, so I said where, which is a several hour drive away. He asked when I'd be back, so I said Sunday evening. Hilariously, he was very confused because what he'd actually asked me is where do they live now, and the answer to that is about an hour away from me. He didn't understand how I'd be driving like 7 hours to visit them and then be back that same evening, lol.

My bad, I didn't listen well enough.

Sunday it also rained for the first time since the week of the storms that kicked off all this work, and we needed it. We wanted to do the fence staining that day while I was out but couldn't happen.

And then it rained Monday. The roofers returned Monday, though, and finished the roof!

We hadn't put a gutter on the back roof, but it was raining when I was home Sunday night it had rained it was clear we needed a gutter. The rain was dripping off the wood facing, and most of it came down hard at the place where the big slant of the roof met the patio roof.

So Joel and I talked about it, and agreed to each pay half to get a gutter put up. It was fair.

Part Four: Odds and Ends

Monday Jose came and took care of a lot of the odds and ends. Fixed the ceiling in the garage... did I mention a roofer also put his foot through the garage? Again, he was fine, but just a second hole in the garage wasn't my favorite thing. But it's fixed, no big deal!

This hole is no longer there.

He fixed the bathroom light that had come loose. This is obviously before it was fixed.

He put the new light outside on the patio against the wall. I need to take a picture of that!

There's a little hole near the patio that needs to be filled in with dirt from elsewhere. I put some cute little solar lights I'd bought around the hole to mark the hazard.

I had bought little cat doors. Buster and Peter had both figured out how to get into the yard again, but I'm sure it's a pain for them. Also, I HAVE to have a window in the fence where the water meter is so that the water department can come by and read the meter, so I'm just putting a cat door there, too. The boys (and hopefully the possum, who I haven't seen since the fence went in) will have an easier way to get in and out.

But we can't put those in, or the gate handles, or the house numbers, up until we can stain the fence. But it rained Sunday and Monday, and last night. So, no stain yet. Tomorrow, probably! I picked the color out just based on a picture, and I like it, and my neighbors like it, so hopefully I'll have pictures soon of it looking great!

The living room hole also got worked on yesterday and today. More spackle went up, and today he came and did the texturing on both the wall and ceiling. Tomorrow I think it all gets painted and it'll be like it never happened!

Part Five: I... Might Get the Power?

Back on Friday, Joel, Jose and I were discussing the porch and Joel suggested that I get a patio light installed in the patio instead of just the light on my house, and maybe an outdoor ceiling fan/light. That was a great idea. I didn't know if I could afford it, though. The budget was already gone, and my reserve savings, which isn't much, was really started to get low, too. But, honestly, I did want that fan and a couple of other things.

The problem was that we can't finish the patio until the wiring is done for any electric stuff going on in it.

I texted Joel's electrician Friday night, he said he'd get back to me but didn't over the weekend. When Joel was there Monday, he called Alberto, the Electrician, for me and he said he'd be by today (Tuesday.)

Tonight, after work I fell asleep on the couch watching Make Some Noise (I was real tired, ok?) Fry woke me up by coming to cuddle with me and it was really sweet. And then the doorbell rang around 6:15pm.

Heeey, it was Arturo! He had been doing a job in Fort Worth and apologized for coming so late. It's cool.

So we went to the patio, and he gave me a price I was shocked at was so low (though I had no idea it would cost, I just figured more than that) to wire things up for the fan and then install it after the porch ceiling was on. He also then whipped out his phone, had me pull up Amazon on mine, and directed me to a really good price on a fan he thought would do the job well. That also cost way less than I'd assumed it would. Awesome.

I also wanted an electric outlet on the patio, since there was none. I pointed out where the washer/dryer was opposite one part of the patio, he said no problem, and gave me the price for that outdoor outlet with a waterproof cover. Fantastic.

Since everything was pretty reasonably priced, I then showed him the master bath, which honestly I haven't really used in years. There is no outlet in there and the shower is a dumb size/shape so I practically only have one bathroom in a 2 bath house. He said he could cheaply put a new outlet next to the lightswitch. GREAT.

And then the big thing. The Office (aka what most people use as their living room.) There is NO LIGHTING in this room. I mean, I have a lamp here on my desk and I put some LED lighting behind the TV but neither of those is much. It seems RIDICULOUS that there's no lighting in this, the room that should be the living room. After some discussion, we settled on what I ALWAYS WANTED, for the last 21 years, some recessed lighting with a dimmer.

I wanted to cry from joy. It's another expense I didn't plan for, but all together the price is VERY reasonable for what I'm getting, way less than I dreamed it would be, and it's resolving several of my biggest gripes about the house, plus upgrading the patio significantly.

Tomorrow Arturo is coming to wire the patio for the fan/light so Jose can get back to finishing the patio, and he'll be back to install everything else when the Patio is ready, so late this week or sometime next week. FINE WITH ME!

Part Six: Conquering the Mountain

I have a terrible confession to make: My garage has been a horrible mess for many years. I tackle it a bit sometimes, but uh... not enough. Honestly, was embarrassing this week every time this week anyone needed to do anything in it. Plenty of space to park the car but uhhh... not much else.

The worst part of it is Laundry Mountain. Really, two mountains. No, there's not pictures of the garage past what you've seen. Very cropped. Honestly haven't put my clothes away in my bedroom in years, it all just gets washed and thrown on Laundry Mountain and I just pick what I want to wear off of/out of the mountain. It's... not great. And has been going on uh...longer than I'm going to admit.

The house itself sometimes gets a bit cluttered (tbh it's on the cluttered side now but I've been decluttering lately and it's gonna get back to organized pretty soon) but nothing like the garage.

It is A Problem.

Joel kind of jokingly scolded me about it and said he could get some guys to come haul all the junk out for a reasonable rate.

I told him maybe, but I needed to get the stuff out that I wanted to keep first.

Tonight, I started tackling the bigger pile of Laundry Mountain.

I threw out two medium-sized trash bags of mostly old, shitty clothes that like, the elastic rotted out of, or were just worn out or stained. Also, just some legit junk mixed in there.

I sorted and bagged up another trash bag of clothes to donate.

And then everything I might want to keep, which, tbh, was way too much, got dumped on my spare bedroom bed. Not the best solution, but it's a good place for it to be so I can sort again in the A/C and be close to where stuff can be put away. I'm thinking of it as one round of easy choices, and then a second round of taking inventory so I can choose the things I REALLY want / have room for and will do a more aggressive sort before putting away what I really want to keep.

I think I made it through about half of the bigger mountain in two hours. The hot water heater & washer/dryer are now completely accessible and the walkway to the door into the house is clear instead of just having a path.

it's a start! I'm proud of me.

TBH there's other reasons I'm proud of me lately that I'm not ready to post about, but maybe someday soon. But that other reason was really feeding into the clutter problem before I tackled it, and now that it's way more under control, getting the house to an amazing state is much easier. All of the work being done is the rest of the motivation I needed.

Anyway, need to head to bed now. Another update probably when all the actual work with Joel, Jose and Arturo is done!

#personal post tag thingy #fixing my house #fixing the house

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The Interrogation (Part 15 of Alley Cat)

(Image Description: Matt Murdock as red-suit Daredevil against nighttime city background in one block, Shadowy couple leaning against each other surrounded by candles overlooking a city in second block, under second block is text saying Alley Cat by Shiori_Makiba, the third block is a orange medium haired tabby laying on a table and looking up at the camera playfully. End ID)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 8710

Summary: The police have a few questions.

Warning(s): Nudity and near nudity. Referenced p in v sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), hand job (m receiving), dirty talk, love bites. Kissing, dirty talk, Matt being mildly possessive. Low-key workplace sexual harassment, rear of retaliation for rejected sexual advances. Frank discussion of sex. Swearing. Police interrogation, fears of and actual police misconduct, fear of police violence. Emotional hurt/comfort.

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Part 15 - The Interrogation

Your eyes fluttered open. You knew immediately that you were alone in the bed because there was no human octopus plastered to your back with his muscular leg slung over your legs and equally heavy arm resting just under your bare breasts. And it was too cold. In addition to being an octopus, Matt was a living furnace. And you could – just barely – hear someone moving around beyond the bedroom door.

You rolled onto your back and stretched. You smiled when you noticed a pleasant soreness in certain parts of your body. Part of you wanted to stay in bed. You were rather comfortable. You wouldn’t object to spending more time with Matt. In more ways than one. But you had to go to work today. And before you could get to work, you needed to go back to your apartment for fresh clothes and to take care of Houdini.

With that goal in mind, you sat up in the bed and looked around. You hadn’t really looked at it last night due to being distracted. Very distracted, you remembered with a flush. Along with the first stirrings of arousal. Which you did your best to ignore. As much as you enjoyed having sex with Matt (and wanted to do it again), you had responsibilities.

The bedroom matched the rest of his spaces – collection of mismatched furniture, neat as a pin. No obvious frills. The sheets might have been silk but they weren’t shiny like most silk you had seen. You wondered if it was raw silk. You think you remember your sister Beth saying something about raw silk not being as shiny. But you weren’t sure. Sewing and fibercrafts was her big hobbies, not yours.

There is something shaped like a pyramid on bedside table that you weren’t sure was. Curious, you pressed the big button on the top and a mechanical voice said the time. A clock. So that’s what a talking clock looked like. Neat.

You started looking for some clothes. You weren’t going to walk around naked. Matt had very big windows with no curtains. Yes, this apartment was six stories up but plenty of nearby buildings had a sixth floor. Yes, that obnoxious billboard was a very good distraction for any would be oglers. That wasn’t the point.

Actually your biggest reason was that it was going to be hard enough to resist sex with Matt this morning without walking around naked. Especially now that you knew how good the aforementioned sex was.

At some point, Matt had gathered up your clothes into a tidy pile. But in the pile was something that wasn’t yours. A white men’s button-down shirt that you had slipped on during the night after waking up feeling thirsty. You discovered two things as a result of that glass of water. One was that billboard outside of his apartment poured enough light into Matt’s bedroom and main room that you didn’t need to turn on any lights to avoid running into furniture or the walls. The second was that wearing his shirt and no panties really did something for Matt.

As soon as you had crawled back into bed, his hands were roaming over your body and he was whispering dirty promises into your ears. Promises that had you rising your arms so he could strip off the shirt and lavish your breasts with the same attention he had given your thighs last night. Promises that had you spreading your legs for his fingers, then his cock. Having him inside you had felt just as good as it had the first time.

The memory made your face flush and got you even more worked up. Given that, putting that shirt back on was probably tempting fate but your only other option was your date clothes. You didn’t want to give Matt the impression that you were itching to get out of here. You fished your panties out of the pile and slipped them on. Panties that only had enough fabric to cover the required areas weren’t much of a barrier to sexy times but better than nothing. Especially since you already knew how he reacted to his shirt with no panties.

You made a quick detour to the bathroom on the way to the kitchen. While washing your hands, you couldn’t help but notice that your predication about getting a hickey was accurate. Especially since he hadn’t ignored that spot during the shirt incident. You inspected the mark in the bathroom mirror. It was very noticeable. Especially since it was too high on your neck to be hidden by your shirt collar.

You wondered if the placement was a coincidence. It could be. It was a sensitive spot. Maybe he had paid so much attention to that part of your neck because he enjoyed how your body reacted. You had no idea if he found love bites appealing. He couldn’t see the resulting marks but it could appeal to him for other reasons.

Shrugging it off for the moment, you continued your journey to the kitchen. You were pretty sure that you smelled coffee . . . but the moment you rounded the corner, you froze. All thoughts of coffee were driven out of your mind. Because Matt was standing there with his back to you, doing something at that island that divided the kitchen from the living room, wearing nothing but his black boxers.

The morning light coming in from the windows bathed in his skin in a warm glow, highlighting all those beautiful muscles in his back, arms, and legs. And that glorious ass . . .

“You’re staring again, sweetheart.”

The sound of his voice was enough to make you jump a little. You tore your eyes away from his ass to see him grinning at you from over his shoulder. Busted.

“Sorry,” you said softly, looking down at your feet and feeling a vague sense of guilt. Probably from the memory of those admonishments to ‘don’t stare at people, it’s rude’ ringing in your mind.

“Don’t be,” he said, turning around to face you. “I don’t mind you admiring my ass.”

Warmth flooded your cheeks. Which only got worse when he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. The startled squeak you made when one hand immediately slide down to grab your ass only made his teasing grin even wider. Having his big warm hand squeezing your ass did nothing to quench the fire trying to build between your legs.

“Besides,” he said conversationally. Like he wasn’t groping your ass. Or wasn’t aware that you were getting turned on. “I rather admire your ass.”

“Y-you do?” you managed to squeak out. His answer was pull you against him. You gasped, then shuddered as he pressed his growing bulge against your groin. A deep rumble came out of his chest as he squeezed your ass again.

“Yes. Very much,” he whispered, his eyes were dark with hunger. His hand continued to grope your ass. “You’re wearing panties this time.”

It was official. Your face was hot enough to cook breakfast on. And you could feel your resolve to not have sex this morning starting to crumble. Then a random thought popped into your mind and since your mouth has almost no filter around Matt, you said that thought out loud.

“Oh God, I’m dating the princess was from the Princess and the Pea!”

A moment of silence before Matt threw back his head and laughed. You buried your face into your hands. Well, that ruined the mood. But you didn’t think you were wrong. If there was someone who could feel a single pea under forty layers of bedding material, it was Matt.

After he got his laughter under control, he gave your ass one last squeeze then stepped away from you. You tried not to feel disappointed about that. You don’t have time this morning, you reminded yourself. But it still took more willpower than was pretty to resist the urge to reach inside those boxers and wrap your hand around his cock . . .

You took a deep breath and did your best to push away those thoughts.

“Your coffee is on the upper counter,” Matt said, moving toward a small stove built into the island. There was a skillet sitting on one of the burners. A carton of eggs sitting on a work area beside the stove along with a spatula, a partial stick of butter, a salt shaker, and small pepper mill.

You looked up on the upper level of the counter and there, to the side of a basket with jars and bottles with either little tags attached to them or what looked like buttons pasted on them, was a white coffee mug. Steam was rising softly from the mug into the morning air. Also sitting on the counter were two plates with bacon and toast already on them.

You picked up the mug and cautiously sipped. It had been doctored to your preferences. It warmed your heart to know that he had remembered a little detail like how you like your coffee.

“Thank you,” you said, taking another sip. And remembering your other manners, added, “Good morning, Matt.”

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he said. “How do you want your eggs?”

You thought about it for moment, then answered, “Fried.”

He nodded, then did that trick of cracking open eggs with one hand. Without breaking the yolk or ending up with eggshells in the pan. Which is what always seemed to happen whenever you had attempted doing that. Most of the time you didn’t have the patience to bother trying. You didn’t cook and bake to fight with eggs.

You sipped your coffee and watched him cook. You tried not get too distracted by his lack of attire. Or thoughts like how easy it would be to peel those boxers down and . . . You weren’t very successful. Judging by that smug smirk being flashed in your direction as he plated your eggs, Matt was completely aware of the effect he was still having on you.

It didn’t take him long to cook his own eggs. He picked up the plates of food and moved them to the small table and chairs in front of the counter. You grabbed what you assumed was his coffee mug off the counter. It was pretty low.

“More coffee, Matt?” you asked.

“Yes, thank you,” he answered. You refilled his mug and doctored it the way he had it at your apartment that morning before topping off your own mug. You then picked up the mugs and carried them over to the table.

“Your coffee is at your two o’clock,” you said as you put it down. As you sat down, a thought occurred to you and you asked, “Do you actually need that kind of rundown?”

“Yes and no,” he said. “I can tell that there are objects on the table and where said objects are. With a little concentration, I can make a pretty good guess about what those objects are or what they contain by their shape, smell, temperature, etc. It won’t take me long to find, for example, the salt shaker if you just put it on the table without telling me what or where it was but I can’t say that is necessarily something I want to spend my time doing. Generally I’d rather save my mental energy for something more important . . .”

“Like noticing the guy behind you swinging a baseball bat at your head?” you asked.

He smiled at you. “Exactly. Or building a good case for my clients.”

After taking a swallow of his coffee, he continued, “And there are certain things that my senses just can’t tell me. For example, what color anything is.”

You nodded, considering the information as you chewed. After you swallowed the bite, you said, “Let me test my understanding. If you were, for example, playing pool, you could tell that there are balls on the table and where those balls are. But you cannot tell if you are aiming your cue stick at a striped ball or a solid ball unless someone tells you that particular detail.”

“Exactly,” he said, then took a bite of his breakfast.

“You don’t need a rundown but, generally speaking, giving you one allows you to save time and effort that you would rather spend elsewhere.”

“That’s right.”

You nodded thoughtfully as you took another bite of your breakfast. After you swallowed, you said, “This is good. Thank you for making breakfast.”

“It’s just bacon and eggs,” he said, waving it off.

“It’s a hot meal that I didn’t have to cook,” you said. “And you didn’t overdo the seasoning.”

“But someone has?” he asked.

“My brother,” you said. “He’s a good cook but likes spicy food. Sometimes he forgets that I don’t have the same heat tolerance as him and our sister.”

“Duly noted,” Matt said. The rest of the meal was eaten in comfortable silence. When you both had finished eating, you collected the dishes and carried them to sink. Then you turned on the water.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh? Washing the dishes?” you said, confused.

“You don’t have to do that,” Matt said.

“I don’t mind,” you said. “You cooked. I can do the clean up.”

“But you’re my guest – ”

“Matt, I’m trying to procrastinate. Work with me,” you said.

“Oh?” He arched his eyebrow at you. “And what is it that you are trying to put off?”

“Leaving,” you said with a sigh.

“You don’t have to rush off,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against him. “And if you need an excuse to delay, I can think of something more fun to do than washing dishes.”

He nuzzled your neck and pressed a kiss to that sensitive spot on your neck, where the hickey was. You shuddered. He made that deep rumbling sound that you more felt than heard. One of his hands slid down, coming to a stop just short of where your body would really like it to be.

“Tempting,” you said, your voice sounded breathy. “Very, very tempting.”

“But?”

“But I have to go to work,” you said. “And that means getting back to my apartment with enough time to get ready. And Houdini needs fresh food and water, at the very least.”

He sighed. “All very good reasons.”

But he kept nuzzling your neck. “How much time do you have?”

“Not that much,” you answered.

“That’s a shame.”

“Insatiable,” you said. “Does wearing your shirt turn you on that much?”

“It’s not just my shirt,” he said, his arms around your waist tightened. “I like having my scent on you, smelling like my pheromones. I like it a lot.”

He nipped at that sensitive spot. You shuddered again and had to swallow a moan. You managed to say, “That’s not the only thing you like.”

“No, I also enjoy how you react to me. It’s very pleasurable feeling your body respond to me, hearing all those noises you make, smelling your pheromones, tasting you . . .”

“Giving me hickeys,” you said.

“Oh?” You felt him smirk against your neck. “You have a hickey?”

“Yes,” You said. “One too high on my neck to be hidden by most of my shirts.”

“Is it?” he said, not sounding at all remorseful. “Real shame there.”

“A turtleneck would cover it,” you pointed out.

“In this heat and humidity? Sweetheart, you’ll melt.”

He was right. You would melt. And Jo would tease you about it for the rest of her life.

“Oh sure be all logical about it,” you said, pretending to pout.

Matt chuckled. You looked over your shoulder at him. He looked entirely too pleased with himself. Between the scent thing and the hickey, you getting the impression that Matt had a bit of a possessive streak.

After one last squeeze to your waist and nipping kiss to your neck, he stepped away from you. You tried not to feel so disappointed about that. You said that you didn’t have time for sex this morning and he was respecting that. Which was a good thing. A very good thing. That didn’t make it easy to watch him, still half naked and judging by the tenting in his boxers at least half hard, walk away from you.

And then, he started washing the dishes.

“Hey, I meant what I said. I don’t mind doing the washing up,” you said.

“I know,” he said. “But I need a distraction.”

“From what?” you asked.

“How much I want put you on this counter, throw your legs over my shoulders, and bury my face in your pussy until you’re screaming,” he said.

Blood immediately rushed to your face and between your legs. He looked hungry and only looked hungrier as his nostril flared and his tongue darted across his lips. He could smell it, taste it in the air, your cunt’s immediate reaction of ‘yes, please’ to that idea.

It took a lot of willpower to step away. But when you checked the time on your phone, you realized that it was necessary. You really didn’t have time. Damnit.

“I really do need to get going,” You said, not bothering to hide your disappointment “Rain check?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Matt answered.

Not trusting yourself to avoid making yourself late for work if you lingered much longer, you went back to the bedroom and exchanged his shirt for your own clothes. You did your best to smooth down your rumpled clothes and turn your bedhead into something tidier but between those things and the hickey on your neck, it was going to be very obvious that you hadn’t spent the night in your own bed.

Matt had slipped on clothes while you were fighting with your hair but gray sweatpants and a plain tee shirt didn’t make him any less hot. The very thorough kiss good-bye really tested your resolve but you were a responsible adult.

Houdini wasn’t pleased about being abandoned all night, giving you the cold shoulder. It probably didn’t help that you smelled liked his eternal rival. You decided to bribe him with one of his favorite treats – a can of the fancy cat food. It worked. He let you pet him while he ate his food. Hopefully he would get used to you spending time at Matt’s place. And Matt spending time here. Without the need to constantly bribe him with the more expensive cat food.

Fresh clothes along a shower and access to your hairbrush helped but that hickey was an obvious I just got laid sign. You did your best to cover it up with make up but it still looks pretty noticeable to you. But it would have to do if you didn’t want to be late.

Marci Stahl narrowed her eyes when she saw you and it seemed like she was looking at your neck. But that might just be you being a little self-conscious. If she could see it, she chose not to say anything about it. Just informed you that the court dates on one of the cases had been changed and some things now needed to be completed sooner rather than later.

You were getting ready to break for lunch when another member of the firm came in and told Marci she was needed for a meeting. Just her. Didn’t or couldn’t say what it was about and judging by the look on Marci’s face, she didn’t know either.

“Ms. Stahl?” you said as you gathered your purse.

“Yes?” she said, with a hint of irritation in her voice as she gathered a notepad and pen.

“Do you want me to pick you up some lunch while I’m getting mine?” you offered.

She looked surprised but recovered quickly. “Yes. Thank you. Where are you headed?”

“Schmidt’s Deli.”

“I love their pastrami on rye,” she said. “Save the receipt, I’ll pay you back.”

“Coming right up,” you said, shouldering your purse and headed for the elevator. When the doors slide open, you hide a grimace. Don Everett, one of the firm’s attorneys, was on the elevator. He was one of your least favorite people. The reasons were threefold.

The first was that he was borderline incompetent and lazy but absolutely convinced that he was the best attorney on the East Coast. It had made the few times you had been assigned as his paralegal extremely frustrating. Always guaranteed to flick your on-again, off-again desire to go back to school and get your JD into the on-position if it wasn’t already. And if it was already in the on-position, make that desire even stronger.

Last time it had gotten to the point that you brought practice books for the LSAT. Regardless of whether or not you ultimately decided to retake the test, the mental exercise was good for you. When you weren’t so frustrated that all you could do was pace around your apartment and mutter about idiots.

The second reason how little respect he had for women. He seldom looked at your face when speaking to you. Gun to his head, he probably couldn’t tell anyone what color your eyes were. But he could probably give a reasonably detailed description of your breasts. When he wasn’t interrupting you or ignoring what you said, he was talking down to you. Like you were a particularly stupid child who couldn’t locate their own backside with both hands and an atlas. An attitude that you found extremely irritating.

You weren’t alone in that boat. He treated every woman in the firm like that, regardless of position or education. You thought Marci was going to kill him the last time they had been made co-counsel on a case. He got away with it because he was the beloved grandson of Bob Everett, one of the firms’ founding partners. The scuttlebutt was that the elder Mr. Everett had always indulged his grandson more than he should but it had gotten even worse since his son Chris Everett was killed during The Incident.

You sympathized with the elder Mr. Everett’s understandable grief at the loss of his only child but wished it didn’t mean having to either tolerate the younger Mr. Everett or find another job. While the later notion was (very) tempting sometimes, you liked most of your co-workers and enjoyed your work at Lee, Everett, & Kirby.

The third reason was the most recent and that was he simply couldn’t get the message that you weren’t interested him. You were pretty sure he wasn’t actually interested in you either. You were intriguing simply because you said ‘no, thank you’ to his offer of a date. Being good looking and affluent, Don Everett didn’t get turned down very often. He seemed to think it was only a matter of time before your ‘no’ turned into a ‘yes.’

Which it never would. Even if you hadn’t meet Matt, the answer would still be no. You were dreading the day he figured that out. Either on his own or because you finally had to stop being polite about it. You didn’t think he would get violent about it but spreading ugly, untrue rumors? Entirely possible. And whining to his grandfather until you were fired or otherwise encouraged to ‘voluntarily terminate your employment’ with the firm? Also entirely possible.

You did your best to avoid him. You especially tried to avoid being alone with him. He hadn’t tried to touch you or anything like that. He seemed to think his so-called charm was enough to convince you sooner or later. But you couldn’t be sure that it would stay that way. So witnesses just in case – if his hands ever did wander, you didn’t want to be just your word against his. You had an ugly suspicion about who the partners would side with in that scenario.

If it had just been him in elevator, you would have pretended to have forgotten something and came back later. The stairs were technically an option but this was a highrise and walking down over a hundred flights of stairs did not sound appealing. But lucky for you, there were others on the elevator and even luckier, several of them were also getting off on the ground floor.

You made the short walk over to Schmidt’s Deli. Looking over the chalkboard menu, you decided to get a meatball sub for yourself. Plain chips and bottles of tea to round it out . . . your planning was interrupted by a familiar voice calling your name. You looked up to see your best friend approaching you.

“Hey Jo,” you greeted. “Covering another Upper East Side animal charity?”

“Follow up on the same charity,” she said. “But at the moment, I’m on a different fact-finding mission.”

You gave her a curious look as she joined you in line. She flashed you a wicked grin. “You got laid. By Matthew the Hot Lawyer. I want details.”

You felt blood rush to your face. “How did you know?”

“Besides the fact that you had it pretty bad for him last time we spoke?” Jo asked. “You just told me. Through that big hickey on your neck was also a clue.”

You covered your face with your hands, groaning. “Is my make-up job on it that bad?”

“It’s not the worse,” she said. “But I’m also looking for stuff like that. Might be less obvious to someone who isn’t really looking.”

“Great,” you said.

“So details?” she prompted.

“I have get back to work soon,” you pointed out. “I’m just here to pick up some lunch for myself and a coworker. And I’m pretty sure you have a deadline to meet.”

“Spoilsport,” she said, pouting. “Come on, give me something to hold me until we can get together and dish.”

“Like what?” you asked.

She leaned in and asked in a low voice, “Rumor has it that Mr. Murdock loves eating pussy. Can you confirm?”

If you thought you had flushed before, it was nothing compared now. It didn’t help that blood had rushed to . . . other places . . . as her word triggered your memories of the activity in question. And Matt’s offer this morning . . . you had to press your thighs together.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Jo said, watching you squirm with a sly grin. “Is his tongue as magical as they say?”

“Jo!” you sputtered. You were glad that you were not – probably – within Matt’s particularly keen earshot. You were even happier about the fact that you had reached the counter and Jo had to stop asking you sex questions in the middle of a crowded deli. You ordered your sandwiches, picked up the rest of food and drinks, and headed for register. Jo followed shortly after with a meatball sub of her own.

“Turns out I’m should be free tomorrow night,” Jo said. “Want to check out that bar with me?”

“Sure,” you said, knowing that you couldn’t neglect spending time with your friends. “What’s it called again?”

“Josie’s,” she answered and gave you the address. “Call me when you get off work?”

“Will do,” you said, knowing full well that she wanted to dish about your sex life and Matt. Specifically those two things together.

“See you later,” you said, turning in the direction of your office.

“Bye!” Jo said, waving as she headed off in the opposite direction.

Marci wasn’t done with her meeting with you returned. Which wasn’t unexpected since it hadn’t taken you long to get lunch. For the moment, you placed her lunch on her desk. You would move it to the mini-fridge if the meeting started to run long.

You were about halfway through your sub when your phone rang. Seeing that it was Matt, you hastily swallowed your bite and answered it. “Hi, Matt.”

“Hello sweetheart,” he greeted you. “Taking your lunch break?”

“Yep,” you said. “I assume you are too?”

“Yep,” he said, echoing your response. “Karen is getting us some lunch.”

“Her turn or do they still think you are going to get distracted and leave them hanging?”

“The later. But Justice Nelson and Justice Page have agreed to give me a hearing later this week.”

You giggled.

“Do you have plans tonight?” he asked.

“Work,” you said. “Some dates got moved around and I need to finish some things sooner than originally expected.”

“I understand,” he said. “Think you’ll be done by tomorrow night?”

“Yes,” you said. “But Jo wants me to check out a bar with her.”

“A new bar?”

“No,” you said. “Think this one has been open for a while. She’s just been trying to find us a new hangout place since her ex owns the old one.”

“Ugly break-up?”

“More like a very loud one. Lots of naming calling. Jo might have declared to all and sundry that her ex was a little . . . lacking . . . in certain respects. And didn’t make good use of what he had.”

Matt chuckled. “Hence the need for the new bar?”

“Correct,” you said. “She thinks she’s found a good place. Said it looks a little rundown but we both like a place with some character. I’m going to meet her there tomorrow.”

“Do I need worry about you getting lost and winding up in Queens?”

You rolled your eyes. “No. The bar is in Hell’s Kitchen.”

“Oh? What’s the name of the place?”

“Josie’s. Ever go there?”

“Sometimes,” he said and you could hear the grin. You had the feeling it was a lot more than sometimes.

“So I might see you there,” you said.

“That’s a distinct possibility.”

Faintly you could hear a murmur of voices from his end. “Do I hear Karen?”

“You do,” he said. “She’s back with our lunch.”

“What did she get you?”

“Pad Thai.”

“Sounds yummy. I’ve got a meatball sub,” you said. You looked at the clock. “Which I should probably finish and get back to work.”

“I didn’t mean to keep you from your lunch. I just missed the sound of your voice.”

Your heart gave a little leap and your face warmed. “Me too. You have a nice voice.”

“Thank you sweetheart,” he said and you could hear the smile. “Do me a favor and let me know when you get back to your apartment?”

So I know you arrived safely was unspoken but clearly understood. “I will. Talk to you later?”

“Sounds good. Bye.”

“Bye.”

You gave yourself a moment to hold your phone in your hands against your chest and sigh dreamily. But only for a moment. You were at work. You had to be professional. You put your phone away and quickly finished your sub. It didn’t look like Marci was getting back anytime soon so you grabbed a post-it note and wrote ‘Property of Marci Stahl – Steal It At Your Peril.’ You attached the note to little bag with the food and stowed it in the mini-fridge.

It seemed to amuse her when she finally got to retrieve her lunch an hour later. She smiled. Just a little one but it was a vast improvement over the thunderous expression on her face when she came back to the office. You didn’t know what had put that look on her face and wasn’t going to ask. It might be something confidential that she couldn’t discuss. Even if it wasn’t, that didn’t make it any of your business. You liked Marci and you wouldn’t mind becoming friends with her but you weren’t friends yet.

You turned our attention away from Marci and back on the work you needed to finish.

By eight, you had most of it done but your brain was feeling like much. Scattered mush that couldn’t concentrate well enough to organize its thoughts, let alone translates those thoughts into words on paper that someone else could understand. You needed a break. Some food. You stretched, feeling a stiff. Maybe a change of scenery would help. That sometimes helped jump-started your brain when it was stalled.

You glanced over at Marci but decided not to bother her. She had that intensely focused look of someone who was on a roll and would get very cranky at anyone or anything that disrupted that roll. Or maybe that was projection since that sort of thing irritated you. You quietly collected your work papers, put them in your briefcase, and locked it before gathering up your personal items like your phone. Before you slipped your phone into your purse, you sent out two messages – one to Jo, another to Matt – letting them know you were leaving work.

You were walking toward the subway station when you were heard your name being called by a vaguely familiar male voice. You slowed and looked back, curious. A couple of feet behind was a man staring at you as he rapidly approached, accompanied by an equally interested woman. Both of them looked somewhat familiar but it took you a minute to place them. The detectives who were investigating those gangs but had seemed far more interested in Daredevil . . . Vaughn and Reynolds.

“Yes, Detectives?” you asked.

Through your tone had been perfectly polite, the already sour expression on the man – Detective Vaughn – face only deepened.

“We have some questions for you,” he said with thinly veiled hostility. A lot of hostility. You knew you had gotten on his nerves with your clipped non-answers in the alley and knew he (and his partner) suspected you of knowing more than you saying but this seemed like a lot of hostility.

“If that’s not too much trouble?” added Reynolds with a fake little smile. As before, being the good cop to his bad cop. But something was a little off. You hadn’t believed it but Reynolds was pretty good at projecting that old my partner is mean old bear but I am as soft and gentle as summer rain vibe. She was trying the same thing today but there was a peculiar stiffness to the performance. A tension around her eyes and mouth. Almost like she was frightened.

Of what you had no idea. Didn’t seemed to be her partner. Assuming you were correct about it being fear in the first place. You didn’t know Detective Reynolds. She could be having a bad day (or days) and just wasn’t fully up to pretending to be nice to someone she didn’t like.

Despite her words, you knew that neither considered you taking the time to answer their questions optional. Legally it was. You weren’t under arrest. In theory, you could just say no and walk away. But in practice . . . you had the feeling that they were absolutely willing to arrest you on something like obstruction of justice to prevent you from doing exactly that. And, judging by that scowl, Vaughn would enjoy it.

“Here?” you asked. You doubted it. You were already getting people shouldering past you and the detectives with irritated mutters for being too slow. It was only a matter of time before that shouldering and muttering turned into a shove and swearing. New York City foot traffic waited for no one. You were pretty sure that Jesus would get pushed aside with an angry shout of ‘Out of the way, hippie!’

“At the precinct,” Vaughn said with more than a little impatience.

“Please,” Reynolds added, upping the wattage of her pretend smile. It still didn’t reach her eyes.

You could refuse. It was your right. But as noted, you didn’t think they would accept that answer gracefully. Foggy could probably get whatever charge they would arrest you for dropped easily but that wouldn’t make being arrested any more pleasant.

“Alright,” you said and started reach for your phone to call Foggy . . .

“What are you doing?” Vaughn snapped, his hand now resting on the gun on his hip. He didn’t grip it or even actually draw it. Just rested his hand there. Not an outright threat – something he could chalk up to his superiors as a subconscious reaction, an artifact of training – but an implied threat. It was enough to make you freeze, your hand hovering over the outer pocket of your purse.

“I was just reaching for my phone, Detective Vaughn,” you said, sounding calmer than you felt. Matt wouldn’t have been fooled. He would have heard your heart racing, smelled the fear coursing your body . . . you wished he was here. Not because he was an attorney – through that certainly wouldn’t hurt – but because you felt safe with him.

“What for?” Reynolds demanded. You risked glancing over at her. She wasn’t touching her gun but that would change in the instant.

Legally you didn’t have to answer that question. Or any other question from them. But you also would like not get to shot. Maybe Vaughn was bold enough to actually draw his gun and shot an unarmed person in the front of this many people. Maybe he wasn’t. You weren’t willing to bet your life on it.

“To call my attorney so he can meet us at the precinct.”

“Do you really think bringing lawyers into this is necessary?” Reynolds asked, a current of irritation undercutting her attempt to sound friendly. “We just have a few questions.”

Did she really think you were going to fall for that? Because it certainly looked like it. Under your fear, you felt a spark of anger. It seem to you that this expectation spoke to how often they had interrogated someone who didn’t know their rights well enough to know when they were being violated. This spark allowed you to pushed past the fear for a moment to look her dead in the eyes and answer, “Yes.”

“I don’t care what you were reaching for,” Vaughn snarled. He still hadn’t drawn the gun but the hand resting on it twitched. “Keep your hands where I can see them. Move them away that purse. Now.”

You obeyed, hoping neither noticed the fine tremor in your hand. They were probably aware that you were frightened. But you still didn’t want them to know just how much they were scaring you. To that end, you pasted on what you called your customer-service face. The one you had developed while working retail but found that it came in handy as paralegal. You had been reliably informed that your customer service face was the closest you ever got to a good poker face.

It wasn’t much further to their car but you were careful not make any sudden movements. You didn’t move when Reynolds approached you and took your purse off of your shoulder and your briefcase out of your hand. Or when she patted down you down, despite how little you wanted her touching you. Her searching hands were professional, almost clinical, but it still made your skin crawl.

You remained still and silent while she searched your purse. You hadn’t missed the way Vaughn watched you, an almost eager glint in his eyes. He wasn’t touching his gun anymore but seemed to waiting for you to make a mistake. You really hoped that you didn’t sneeze and get tackled to the ground for it.

Reynolds made a frustrated sound.

“Problem?” Vaughn asked, his eyes never leaving you.

“The briefcase is locked,” she said. She pasted on her own fake smile, “Will you give me that combination?”

“No,” you said, your voice as firm and stern as you could make it. “Absolutely not.”

“Why not?” Reynolds demanded.

“You hiding something in there?” Vaughn added.

You smiled at them. It was the smile that went with the customer service face. A polite, little smile that you used when you wanted to tell someone to go fuck themselves but, one reason or another, couldn’t. At least not using those exact words. “Attorney-client privilege.”

Both of them scowled.

“You aren’t an attorney,” Reynolds pointed out.

“I am not,” you agreed. “But I am still obligated to assert our clients’ privilege on their behalf. My briefcase contains privileged information. Information that I will not give you access to.”

“We’ll get a warrant,” Vaughn said, making it sound like a threat.

‘Good luck with that,’ you thought, feeling another spark of anger. He was very unlikely to find a judge willing to authorize such a warrant. Heck, you’d wager that he would have a hard time finding someone in the DA’s office willing to try to convince a judge in the first place. And that wasn’t counting that you knew that Marci Stahl would fight such a warrant (or subpoena if they went that route) tooth and nail. And she’d very likely win.

The anger only grew when it took a couple more tries for them to realized that you were serious and couldn’t be persuaded. The feeling seemed to be mutual because Vaughn all but shoved you into the backseat of the car. You still weren’t handcuffed. You – probably – weren’t actually under arrest. But it certainly felt like you were.

You watched as Reynolds, your purse and briefcase in her hand, popped the trunk of the car and stowed them in there. None too gently if that thud was anything to judge. You hide a wince, hoping that nothing in them got damaged. She slammed the trunk closed and moved around to the front, you took a deep breath. Then another one.

You needed to sit on your fear. On your anger. You could shake, yell, cry, or whatever else you needed to later. When it was safe. Until then you would need to keep your head and remain as calm as possible. It wasn’t going to be easy. They were going to try to upset you. Because upset people forgot to do what they should to in this situation – demand a lawyer, then shut up.

You got a lucky break in the first part of the drive was made in silence. You suspected that you weren’t the only one who needed a moment to make sure that you had control of yourself. A suspicion that seemed to be confirmed when Reynolds started talking again. The previous annoyance had disappeared. Her voice sounded warm, amiable like you were old friends having a casual conversation.

Your only response to her seemingly trivial question was, “I will not answer any questions. I am exercising my right to remain silent. I want to speak to my attorney.”

You had to give Reynolds credit – she was persistent fisherman. She kept trying to draw you into seemingly trivial conversation. Like it wasn’t a trap, a lure to get you to lower your guard so you’d stumble when she or more likely Vaughn suddenly started hitting you with the questions they actually wanted to ask.

You refused to be baited. Reynolds managed to keep her cool. You couldn’t tell if the growled ‘out’ when he yanked open the car door was a sign that Vaughn was already getting frustration, part of his ‘bad cop’ routine, or if grumpy was simply his personality. It could be all three.

There was another detective in the bullpen when they walked you to interrogation. A black man somewhere in his thirties who looked tired. Except for his eyes. They were alert, wary. “Vaughn, Reynolds, who is this?”

“Witness,” Reynolds said. “Just doing a little follow up interview in Room 2. Shouldn’t take too long. Should it?”

That last bit was directed at you. Another gambit. The faster you talk, the faster this is over and the faster you can go home.

You smiled at her again. “Lawyer. Franklin Nelson or Matthew Murdock, Nelson & Murdock. The number is . . .”

The eyebrows of the detective at the desk raised as you rattled off the number that you had memorized. Eyebrows that rose higher when Vaughn started frogmarching you into what you assumed was Room 2. You guess he was tired of the song and dance because he immediately started hammering away. All of his questions were about Daredevil.

What does he look like? Was that really the first time you had met the vigilante? Did you know who he is? Being an accessory is a crime . . . you don’t want to be in prison as Daredevil’s flunky . . .

He didn’t seem to like that your only answer to those questions was, “Lawyer.”

Neither did Reynolds who had joined you sooner after Vaughn had started. Her questions were different – trying to appeal to emotions like Didn’t he scare you? Aren’t you afraid of him? Is he threatening you?

Not one question about the events of that night, the gang, or their fleeing victim. Which struck you was a little odd. You would have thought that, once they realized that Daredevil questions were getting them nowhere, would switch to one of those in hopes of that you might be receptive to answering those questions. Get you comfortable answering other questions then abruptly switch back to the ones about Daredevil. It was common and often very effective tactic that they were just leaving on the table.

Maybe they thought it wouldn’t work since you hadn’t taken Reynolds’ bait during the drive. Maybe they were just fixated, wanting to be the ones who collared Daredevil. Maybe they were questioning everyone who had encountered the Devil like this – you had no way of knowing. Surely they didn’t think you knew something more simply because Daredevil hadn’t been an asshole to you. You knew perfectly well that you weren’t the only frightened civilian he had been gentle with. You had seen the forums. And the social media posts.

Or because you weren’t being particularly forthcoming. Again, you knew perfectly well you weren’t the only one. The internet was filled with people who were disinclined to assist the police in arresting the man who saved them being robbed or worse. Very disinclined in some cases – you distinctly remembered several posts that could be summarized as: He might be the Devil but he’s our Devil. Fuck the police.

It wasn’t like those posts were difficult to find. Daredevil had his own subreddit for crying out loud. And had been known to trend on Twitter and similar apps.

You had no idea how long this questioning went on. It felt like days. As you continued to maintain your silence, both detective began to get frustrated. Vaughn, predictably enough, got angrier as he got more frustrated. Yelling and getting in your face. Looming over you. Doing everything to remind you that you were trapped in a small room with an angry man who was bigger than you.

It was Reynolds’ reaction that seemed odd. When her amiable facade cracked, there was anger and annoyance. But there was a moment or two where it seemed like she was scared of something. Or someone. Not Vaughn. She didn’t jump or otherwise get twitchy when he yelled or slammed his hands on the table or prowled around the room like a caged lion. Assuming she was frightened at all. Those moments were just that. Moments. There and gone.

But there was something else . . . a tension, an air of . . . desperation? Which was a little strange. It wasn’t like they were going to lose their jobs if they couldn’t figure out who Daredevil was.

Maybe you were just projecting. You knew it was going to be hard. And it was. Hard to hold your tongue when they called Matt a brainless thug. Hard to withstand that constant barrage knowing there was no end in sight. Because neither had left the room since the interrogation began and Reynolds hadn’t delayed her entrance long enough to have contacted Nelson & Murdock. Meaning you were relaying on that other detective calling – ha! – or Matt getting worried when he didn’t get your ‘I’m home’ text and looking for you.

Hard not to start crying because you were getting tired. You had worked all day. Tired of questions. Tired of being yelled at. You wanted them to leave you alone. You wanted to go home. You wanted cuddle your cat. You wanted a hug . . .

Suddenly the door to the interrogation room slammed open, hitting the wall with a loud bang that made you flinch. But the sight that greeted your eyes when you looked over made relief flood your system. Matt stalked into the room, his mouth pressed in a hard, thin line. Foggy followed closely on his heels, looking equally angry.

Tears pricked your eyes as they flanked you – Matt on your right side, Foggy on your left – but you blinked them away. You weren’t going to cry here.

“Detective, is my client under arrest?” Foggy asked with a razor-sharp smile, his voice hard as steel.

“She’s hi–” Vaughn started but was cut off.

“Answer the question, detective. Is our client under arrest?” Matt repeated, his voice deceptively soft. But even without the growling rasp, you recognized that deeper register. This wasn’t the mild-mannered attorney standing next to you. It was the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

“No,” Reynolds answered. “She’s not.”

“Then we’re leaving,” Foggy said. “If you wish to speak to my client again, I strongly suggest you made an appointment with my office.”

His tone made it clear that this wasn’t really a suggestion.

Foggy looked over at you, after flicking over the rigid form of his partner. “Let’s go.”

“Wait, my briefcase . . .” you started.

“They have your briefcase?” Foggy finished.

You nodded. “There is work product, privileged client communication in it . . .”

Foggy squeezed your shoulder. “I’ll take care of it. Matt, get her out of here.”

“Gladly.”

You got to your feet. Part of you wanted that hug right now but the rest of you didn’t want to give away how stressed you were. No sense in giving the detectives ammunition. So for the moment, you contented yourself with Matt’s presence at your side as you walked out of that room with your head held high.

You didn’t know what Foggy said to accomplish it but in short order, he was walking over to where you and Matt were waiting with your things in his hands. After a brief snippy conversation between Foggy and that black detective from earlier, who was apparently named Brett Mahoney and had known Foggy since grade school, the three of you were walking out of the police station.

The walk was honestly a bit of blur. You weren’t sure where you were going at first. Just followed Matt’s lead, trusting that he was taking you somewhere safe.

That somewhere turned out to be his apartment. And in the elevator, the adrenaline crash hit. Your hands started shaking and your legs threatened to buckle. But Matt was there, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. Suddenly all of the emotions that you had been squashing down bubbled up to the surface. With tears spilling down your face and a stuttered breath, you buried your face against his chest.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he said, one hand raising from your waist to rub your back. His voice was still in the deeper register but the tone was all gentleness. “I’ve got you. You’re safe. It’s okay.”

You nodded your head, having too much of a lump in your throat to talk. You leaned against him, closing your eyes. You knew you couldn’t stay like this forever. The elevator ride wouldn’t last forever. You needed to let Marci know that police had threatened to get a search warrant for your briefcase in case they actually tried to get one. Or a subpoena. You needed to call Jo – she was probably worried that you hadn’t called yet. Along with what felt like a thousand other things before you could take a well-deserved nap.

But for this moment, those things could wait. For this moment, you were going to press your ear against Matt’s chest and listen to his heartbeat. Take comfort in his strong arms around you and his scent in your nose.

Ending Notes:

New York judges are called justices for . . . reasons. I haven’t seen a reason why. Maybe they just like it better. Or maybe New York just likes to be different in this regard since the Supreme Court of New York is actually their trial court while the Appellate Court is what everyone else in the country calls a supreme court . . .

A police officer asking you questions isn’t your friend. My life advice to ask for a lawyer, then shut up. And remember that the police can (and will) lie to you in interrogation.

Attorney-client privilege is the privilege that confidential communication between an attorney and their client in the course of their professional relationship cannot be disclosed without the client’s consent. According my dictionary of legal terms, this privilege extends indefinitely and does not terminate when the client-attorney relationship ends or when either party dies.

Reader isn’t an attorney but ceteriparibus116 and appellatedefender – who are attorneys IRL – both agreed that a paralegal would have the same duty to assert that privilege on the client’s behalf to protect that communication and the work product related to it as the actual attorney.

The police misconduct is how Reynolds and Vaughn didn’t contact or allow Reader to contact her legal representation. They are not supposed to do that.

#daredevil #fan fiction #fan fic #the alley cat series #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you

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nahisummerhold · 4 months ago

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Diary… nope

Nahi reported in and was taken with the others on a tour of Dornogal. Her main impression? Square. Never before had she been in such a straight edged place and she wasn’t sure she liked it. Maybe it was just too much stone, considering their hosts in the city it made sense, but that didn’t mean it was a place that she connected with. Suddenly she was hit with a pang of bone deep loss for her home and gardens in Dalaran, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then continued on with a calm demeanor.

The debriefing was interesting, there was a lot of information taken in, much of it was memorized so she could process it later The most distinct impression on her was how people reacted to the list of those missing and presumed dead, she didn’t know any of them, of course, but it touched her just the same.

There was some surprise to see people she knew there, she had expected Dice but Fio and Kai were as well. Her first thought was not to go to them, she was trying to put her performer habits aside and worried she would greet them as she normally did. High energy, overly friendly and a bit distracted didn't seem like good qualities for a mercenary crew, nor were they something she felt she could keep up day to day with people she was living closely with.

It had been a decision she made over the past couple of weeks that she would work to be authentic more often. The showman public face was still there, it would always be a big part of who she was, but she did not want to separate the two sides as a way of life any longer. In almost fifteen years only her family, and recently a handful of friends, got to see the confident, down to earth, woman she had become through her mother’s injury and the aftermath, it might be time to let others know more of her.

When they were sent on their way to their temporary quarters, she settled in, then went outside to just people watch. It did not take long before she felt a little closed in by all the stone and considered going out further to see the land but didn’t feel like being kicked out for breaking rules on day one. To keep her wandering feet settled she reached out for her recent support system, taking out her family communicator, she clicked on her second to last text.

Nahi: Nave you made it to Khaz Algar?

Pathyn: Hey you! Yeah we are here and scouting.

N: What did you think of the city? P: It is rocky blocky.

N: Oh Sun bless! Thank you! I know rocks are natural and I have been living in floating cities, but it feels so artificial here.

P: The wilds are pretty, if you can ignore the random grouping of nerubians.

N: Isn’t the point of us being here to not ignore them?

P: Don’t be so literal. Did you find my gift? If not, check your pack.

Getting up and heading back to the space she claimed, she dug to the bottom of her pack and found a book. Folding into a cross legged seat on the floor, she looked through it finding only blank pages.

N: Is this for Kyean? Written in magical ink or something? Did you mix us up?

P: No, I didn't buy him a going to war present. He is very jealous by the way, he wishes you texted him instead.

N: He has no reason to be, I don’t answer to him and you don’t want to fuck me anyway.

P: Well, now that you are not going home with so many assholes… Kyean just threw a rock at my head. Alright I read what I was typing out loud, I deserved that.

N: Asshole… Get back to the book, what is this for?

P: Him or me? Never mind, I know that both is the answer. It is a journal.

N: I am not keeping a diary, do I look like a diary person?

P: You wrote out notes and questions on the flair bartending, do the same with this experience. Ask me, ask Kye, ask people you are there with, or just figure out the answers on your own. Take notes on what you learn or see that you want to remember.

N: Hmmm you have a point. Thank you Path.

P: I am always right. Sorry Nahi I have to go, be safe.

N: You be safe, I am in town.

There wasn’t a reply so she set her comm aside and picked up the journal, looking at the blank pages for a while before it dawned on her what she wanted to write first. Flipping to the back page she wrote the names of those missing, presumed dead.

@themercenaries

#Tww rp #The War Within RP #Warcraft RP

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monstermertens · 1 year ago

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alright, here’s how things went down about as far as i remember;

edit: i've added dividers to represent the various "arcs" of my memories' "plot." there are three major arcs so far, as well as an "epilogue," and while the second and third blocks are still pretty big, i think they're a lot more manageable!

last updated: oct. 19th

vampworld was the result of a wish for simon to never become ice king. which, technically, yeah. he sure didn't do that. it was Way Worse.

aside from the opening where little marcy is stealing simon’s shoe, all events shown in the episode “the star” happened as normally depicted.

i was left in the tank, and once pep finished repairs, we went moving to look for bonnie. she was really badly hurt, drained of most of her color, but was able to patch herself up just enough to keep from. not getting back up. she spent a few days in the tank to recover.

i reached the milestones of a five year old within the first day in the tank. i guess i was pretty irritating, because bonnie eventually had peptank equip me with some basic equipment and let me outside to explore, so long as i kept within peptank’s proximity.

bonnie kept an eye on me from inside, and photographed me to document my growth progress throughout the whole thing. we had photos of me at the approximate ages of one (initial arrival), five (initial spurt), eight (when bonnie was lucid enough to notice), ten (photograph taken by the star), and every year since thirteen. my growth leveled out at around fifteen, and bonnie’s hypothesis was that something about babyworld inherently kept its inhabitants young.

i called it the neverland effect, and the name stuck, even though she thought it was too whimsical :p

anyway! while i was exploring, i did a lot of scavenging, and i had a watch so i could talk to peptank! when i reached about ten i started to go inside buildings, and that’s when the pillow corner really got started. i tried to grab “useful” stuff like tools or rare curios, but i ended up stuffing my backpack with every scrap of threadbare fabric and squashed pillow i could find.

and so, the pillow corner was born.

the scraps i collected supplied a lot of what i wore until i was physically ten. bonnie reworked some of peptank’s assistive arms to make him into a temporary clothing manufacturer cause i outgrew everything super fast

i know i was captured by the star around ten. she sent a photo of me to bonnie. i remember that much.

bonnie didn’t have the manpower to get me back and was forced into a toxic domestic situationship with the star. this part is where my rate of aging gradually started to slow down. we lived in the vampire city, and most of the star’s thralls left us alone

for timeline’s sake, i was ten when i was kidnapped and held hostage, and the memories start to trickle back at around fifteen, but really come back full force at 16-17. zero to fifteen was about a week, ten to fifteen was a couple days, and beyond age “fifteen” is when i slowed to start aging normally. bonnie and the star were together for years.

i was trans, but really clearly a dude from the get-go. bonnie had me on hrt pretty quick. a pretty painless process all told — i mostly just forgot about it, y’feel? (and i still do sometimes, despite the body being afab!)

i lost my arm while exploring outside the vampire city during that time. the star had less explicit control out there, but punishment was just as swift for the vampire who attacked me.

the full story is… graphic. and intense. but it’s over here if you wanna read it.

i know a lot about how the vampire nobility worked! back in the old days, it was basically just individualist imperialism, where vamps had to Start strong and Stay strong in order to stay on top and ensure their survival. it was well established by the time the vk took in the star. by the time i met her, she generally didn’t bother sucking up the souls of vamps she considered below her, and was used from time to time as a threat by the vk for others to stay in line. and she loved it.

but, when i was around sixteen or seventeen, the empress stole the vk’s crown and went rogue to do her own thing anyway. start her own vampire city. meanwhile, the crown somehow ended up back in the hands of our world’s simon petrikov, who had never escaped her thrall. the empress made him maintain the sun-blocking clouds put in place by the vk.

our simon petrikov was… i don’t know how to say it without sounding insensitive. but he was something truly, ghoulishly inhuman. most of the time, the crown was on his head, but there were times where he would keep it on his hip like he did when he was with marcy in the main timeline. blood on his hands and a crazed, almost hollow look in his eye. he was terrifying.

once in a while, he’d have a moment of lucidity where he wasn’t consumed by her spell or his own dissociative devotion. that was sy.

i met both simon and sy when i was around fourteen or fifteen. first simon, as something to be feared, then sy, as someone to be helped.

tldr; they were a system. when i first heard of them, they were just simon petrikov. but then i met sy and realized what was going on.

…the star came looking for me, since i’d technically run away from being her captive. she saw simon/sy, and she got. mad.

she hated him for leaving her when she was a kid. he tried to explain the situation with simon, but simon had had his time in the back seat and forced himself to the front despite sy’s protests.

i think something in her broke. but like, in such a way that something else started working again. she started moving towards becoming marcy.

marcy, bonnie and i helped sy and simon out, and they learned to work together. after we eventually took out the vampire king, sy and marcy reconnected, and marcy helped simon adjust. they moved in together after our finale, when the sun came out. bonnie and i stayed nearby with peptank.

marshall was. honestly just a really weird coincidence? like. freakish. but he was a more relatively recent attempt at adoption by sy, similar to marcy, and he was a lost werewolf prince — kinda like rapunzel in tangled? but as a monster prince, he was entitled to challenge vk for the title of king of all monsters. after that, the magic crown would be his by right. (luckily, he wanted no part of that thing.)

the werewolves were originally a pack as large as the vampire clan, but by my time they’d been reduced to a small rebel faction. marshall was the son of their last king, but he didn’t originally know any of them. they were similar to the railroad in fallout 4? the only ones left who really had the means to take down the established oligarchy, but far from the only ones against it.

…i had a goofball crush on marshall. he was about seventeen, i was around sixteen, but then he found out that i was originally from babyworld and had only spent a year or so in vampworld. but he was cool! kinda like a big brother or older cousin.

monsters were like the elementals of our world. some canon elementals existed too — candy, fire, ice, and slime — but my timeline’s “elements miniseries" equivalent surrounded vampires, werewolves, wizards, and demons, and might've been after the finale...?

marcy took a role similar to pb and fp. she was the vampire queen, in her giant bat form, with all her character development flushed down the toilet. and it made her sick to come back from.

our “finale” — my timeline’s equivalent to the last episode of adventure time — involved a werewolf/vampire standoff, with most other people left alive on the side of the werewolves. i was kinda like the sole survivor, if you remember the fallout 4 metaphor from earlier. y’know, running around helping folks, recruiting them to help our cause in exchange for protection from vagabonds and vampires.

marcy was… akin to zuko, if he didn’t become the firelord at the end. she fought, but like i said, she and simon lived on the outskirts, kinda like bucky’s initial steps to recovery in wakanda, but with a buddy. two for one, with sy and simon as her roomie!

preeeetty sure simon and sy were originally jewish, too. they and bucky are pretty similar, actually — go figure!

vampworld didn’t have a finn anymore before me. i usurped him and took our narrative role, since… he was already dead. or i guess he was just never born?

no humans untouched by vampirism or some other monsterous affliction or magical protection survived the initial fallout of the mushroom war. most other stuff was able to mutate, but... well, if you've watched arcane, "nature has made us intolerant to change. fortunately, we have the capacity to change our nature."

it would explain why simon/“ice king” would initially be the only one capable of surviving rather than sy, since he was using the crown to keep them alive.

we had a betty though! she went missing and was presumed dead at the end of the mushroom war, which, turned out to be the time travel thing with hambo, like in canon. again, to draw a parallel to fallout 4 — she was like nick valentine. except we weren’t all that close since i knew other humans already. i had fuzzy memories of fionna and her simon, martin, and huntress, (all human), and bonnie told me about them while i was growing up. and the fact that more humans did come out of vaults like to the ones vault-tec built. (guess that explains what little human population there was.)

so that’s where vampworld martin came from. poor guy.

we had a minerva campbell too, but she never knew martin mertens, and she had lost her son when he was young…? she didn’t like talking about it. but something in her told me that she was just like my original mom, back in babyworld. i didn’t like thinking about that. frankly i still don’t so i’m gonna lock that up and move on

my timeline's equivilant to the "islands miniseries" also took place after the "finale."

i dunno if i ever found out why huntress wasn’t a wizard. maybe she would’ve been, if she hadn’t gotten ganked by the star. …whoops.

my timeline had a nico the catboy. he was still a cat, but he lived out somewhere with a werewolf pack, i think. we met after the showdown against the vk, and he was really cool. we started dating kinda by accident — luckily i had more life experience and he was more comfortable with dating me than marshall was. which i’m glad for, ‘cause marshall was a great familio-platonic bestie, and nico was a great partner.

nico was taller than me, long and lanky. He liked to sprawl out on top of me no matter what position i was in. and when i played with his hair, and scalp massages where i scratched behind his ears. his hair was super long, too — he rarely ever cut it.

if i had to assign him a human race, i’d say he was diné, at least in part. there were definitely holdovers from human culture across ooo, and that one resonates with what i remember about my nico and how he would read as being “coded.”

i, on the other hand, mostly cut my hair short. after the first time i chopped it all off when i was ten or twelve, it was never longer than about my shoulderblades.

i got a lot more comfortable taking my arm off with nico around. i didn’t like not wearing it since it’d lost it traumatically and shiz, but nico just… i dunno. he made it easier.

i used to sleep curled up in his arms with my face buried the crook of his neck. he smelled good, like boyfriend hoodies and a healthy cat. lean and muscular, so he was basically the ideal proportions for my sweaty ass to hold at night.

he was also super easy to lift, which i did all the time. i’d just scoop him up and carry him off, either because i was feeling needy or to help him calm down. eventually, i was able to haul him under my left arm just as gently as i could carry him bridal style.

this post is an ever-expanding wip as i remember stuff, so have a guinea pig 🐹

pixel art credit: 🌌 | 🌆 | 🏙️ | 🌄

#finn speaking #fictblr #scrapbook

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themculibrary · 21 days ago

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Christmas Drabbles Masterlist

All I Ever Wanted For You (ao3) - plumeria47 steve/bucky G, 833

Summary: They’d agreed that this year, their first Christmas together since 1944, they would each buy three things they’d wished they could have given the other one back when they were too dirt poor – or in the middle of a war. To discourage outrageous purchases, a dollar amount had been squabbled over and eventually agreed upon.

But someone broke the rules.

(AKA: An unapologetically fluffy Christmas ficlet.)

as long as you love me so (let it snow) (ao3) - Word_Addict gamora/peter G, 500

Summary: Just 500-ish words of stand-alone Starmora fluff!

A Very Merry Christmas (ao3) - bluejaythebeautiful steve/bucky T, 557

Summary: Steve did that really annoying thing where he put a bunch of smaller boxes into one really big box. Bucky’s fed up with him.

christmas preparations (ao3) - vannral clint/pietro T, 878

Summary: Pietro visits the Barton farm for Christmas. There’s also a mistletoe and a Rudolph the Reindeer that looks like a demon.

Dear Santa (ao3) - Stella_Malodi darcy/steve G, 809

Summary: Darcy's been good this year.

Steve walked into the apparently-empty room. When he rounded the end of the couch, he found a young woman spread out on it, fast asleep. He had to smile a little. She was not the most… graceful sleeper. She was snoring a little, and drooling, but it was… kind of cute.

Galaxy (ao3) - amaryllis (Lilly0) rhodey/tony T, 261

Summary: Without Rhodey Tony would miss all these little moments, which make life precious.

It’s beginning to look a lot like christmas (ao3) - IJustReallyLikeFluff steve/bucky G, 597

Summary: The world need more stucky christmas fluff, okay

Therefore, Steve is baking cookies, but not all things goes as planned

Kiss Me Once (ao3) - buckandtommy steve/bucky G, 598

Summary: Steve and Bucky attend a Christmas party and meet under the mistletoe. HS!AU.

Let It Snow! (ao3) - Must_Love_Dogs steve/bucky G, 891

Summary: The city is covered in snow, so Bucky and Steve decide to have a perfect snow day!

Mistletoe (ao3) - DepressingGreenie steve/tony G, 400

Summary: Steve and Tony find themselves under some mistletoe.

O Come, All Ye Clumsy Idiots (ao3) - rohkeutta steve/bucky T, 920

Summary: “How the hell did you break your leg anyway?” Bucky asks, his voice a little weak with the happy cry that’s threatening to spill out. “They told me just that it wasn’t in combat.”

Steve laughs, but it’s definitely wet and shaky. “I slipped,” he says. “On a puddle of sweat.”

“What,” Bucky says, the urge to cry evaporating.

Of Christmas Gifts and Mistletoe (ao3) - SpaceShark wanda/steve T, 931

Summary: One shot holiday ficlet. Wanda and Steve find themselves under some mistletoe, courtesy of Clint Barton.

Oh, the Weather Outside is Frightful (ao3) - enigma731 gamora/peter G, 832

Summary: Peter teaches Groot how to have a snowball fight. He’ll probably regret it for the rest of his life.

Secret Santa at Stark Tower (ao3) - Heartithateyou steve/tony G, 693

Summary: The Avengers decide to do a secret santa, which allows for other secrets to come to light.

Secret Santa Steve (ao3) - therunawaypen steve/tony G, 621

Summary: The Avengers have a Secret Santa, and Steve manages to pull Tony’s name. What do you get for the man who can, and often does, buy himself whatever he wants?

Stocking S(t)uffers (ao3) - HiddenSt0rms G, 933

Summary: It’s not uncommon to have a sore throat in the wintertime, especially in a crowded place like Queens. It’s also not uncommon for said sore throat to turn out to be strep. But what is uncommon is for this to be the seventh throat problem this year.

Leave it to Peter’s luck to need his tonsils out right before Christmas.

Or: Tony knows just what to get Peter for Christmas following his tonsillectomy.

The Perfect Gift (ao3) - stormchasersteve steve/thor G, 138

Summary: Steve receives Thor’s name in the avengers’ Secret Santa

time for mistletoe and holly (ao3) - 18kiwis gamora/peter T, 748

Summary: Wherever Peter and Gamora go, mistletoe seems to follow.

Under the Mistletoe (ao3) - SonnyD sam/bucky G, 495

Summary: Bucky is a little grumpy about a Christmas party but a little decoration could cheer things up.

You Are My Gift (ao3) - coeurlregina peggy/steve G, 757

Summary: 24th December, 1944

Captain America and The Howling Commandos were blessed with a moment’s reprieve after their victory in the Battle of Metz (which came to an end on 13th December). They were sent back to Camp Lehigh to recoup and wait for further instructions, lucky for them, they were able to celebrate Christmas eve before being shipped off in the early morning.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #christmas #christmas drabbles #christmas drabbles masterlist

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magnusrosen-blog · 1 year ago

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Blog 3 ” The Tree of life tour ” With Green Cross for Sweden Rock Magazine:

The morning was cool from the air conditioning machine that hangs just above the bed. The sleep this first night was much needed, I promise. After brushing the teeth, breakfast was on the table in the middle of the kitchen. The windows were open so a nice breeze of warm air filled the room. Freshly squeezed juice, fried egg and freshly baked bread. I what more could you wish for. The day had just begun and out there in the heat the day was waiting for us!

The bass was put in the car and so was my amplifier. Today we were going to visit a little farm where you grow organically, even with solar panels, compost stations to extract biogas! An invention Bengt and Mario worked on. This station is in many places in Brazil now. Also a water collection station where rainwater is taken care of.

They also had a common house which contained a large kitchen where people in the village gathered about 100 people for whom they prepared food. Helping each other belongs to humanity, well at least here with the poorer ones. Morality and thoughtfulness shine with their beautiful face catching up with the sun.

On this fine day, there was also some bass playing on the veranda, which was much appreciated.

We spent the evening in a restaurant next to a church in a large square down by a river. The green arms of the trees could probably serve as shade during the day. But now that the sun had set, the heat was just as perfect as it can be on some summer evenings.

The base is included in the car and the question came up. There was a troubadour playing beautiful calm Brazilian music. How would this be perceived with a little more extreme bass playing. Even though I have a lot of experience, I can promise that I could not have predicted this.

I plugged into the vocal system, took out the hair band that was collecting the hair! A toss of hair never hurts to draw attention! That was also the case this evening. Very successful with wonderful applause.

The next day! The air conditioning went full blast in the car while the heat was scorching outside. Father sun stood tall and fertilized mother earth and us humans with both D vitamins but also opportunities for electricity for solar panels. As well as all other life where the sun's rays cross the magical substances of life that are liquid and are called water 💧.

We are now on our way to a union where the bank and city representatives as well as professors growers and we who represent for "The Tree of life tour" Even representatives of the giant farms that use artificial fertilizers (which is a good business for those who sell this fertilizer) but you are beginning to understand the importance of the smaller organic agriculture that is free from artificial fertilizers.

Here, rainwater is collected with a cheap investment so that the water does not just evaporate away. Then using, among other things, the water for micro-irrigation through hoses that water the vegetation in small, small places at each plant that mists the plant. In other words, you don't waste this magical substance of life that is spread with precision irrigation.

They also talk about agroforestry, where they make use of the trees' protection from the sun, which can also burn and dry out the soil. A farm in the forest under the trees.

Finally, man is beginning to understand the importance of cooperating with mother earth and the excellence of agriculture. A big step in a healthy direction towards the future that is the opposite of megacities, centralized agriculture that requires environmentally demanding transport, the annihilation of the small communities that at the same time enforce a concentration of power over man, animals and nature.

But now finally sound wise studies are starting to show the way for a sustainable world 🌎 where the cycle takes place already in the place where you use and see the importance of locally grown living.

It gives quality to the products that stay outside the genetically engineered vitamin-poor crops. As well as staying out of the artificial fertilization that requires fossil measures in the production that large-scale agriculture requires.

We have to open those beautiful eyes and question and at the same time be aware of what is happening in our world. Not everything is as it is presented.

In this very interesting context, culture was also offered in the form of healthy bass playing! A nice framing of the day that created a good feeling mixed with hope, healthy visions for a healthy future.

In the afternoon we visited Mario's wife's sewing shop! (Mario has been one of the cornerstones together with Bengt Carlsson for 30 years in "The Tree of Life tour" where more are also involved, but this will come to light after our adventure rolls on) Never played in such a store.

As I play for people, I answered yes to the question of drawing a bass there, to the great surprise and curiosity of the customers. For me, there are no bad places to perform music, but there are ordinary and different places, which means that a twinkle in the eye can never hurt.

Personally, I don't need a gold platter to make music on or to be confirmed through, but I play with love peace understanding in front of rich, poor, ordinary or unusual, the common denominator is brothers and sisters on mother earth where we all live and have different conditions.

Magnus

För den som är intresserad att följa är Sweden Rock Magazine’s sida: https://www.facebook.comswedenrockmagazine Green-Cross www.green-cross.se

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mentalityenvm · 1 year ago

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MUSI SONG LIST

Playlist: 7C ⏯️ AnxiaZoid Liminalgia

Duration: 7 Hours 17 Minutes

Date Version: 9 September 2023

7C▶️01: Tim Ayre - I Want It

7C▶️02: Omar Rudberg - It Takes A Fool To Remain Sane

7C▶️03: COIN - Loving

7C▶️04: Cults - Always Forever

7C▶️05: Giulio Cercato/Kiana - Save Me

7C▶️06: COIN - Take A Picture

7C▶️07: Willowsmith - Wait a Minute!

7C▶️08: VACATIONS - Anything Could Happen

7C▶️09: VACATIONS - On Hold

7C▶️10: VACATIONS - Friends

7C▶️11: VACATIONS - Young

7C▶️12: VACATIONS - Relax

7C▶️13: Willowsmith - 4ever

7C▶️14: Wallows - Hurts Me

7C▶️15: Cults - Most Wanted

7C▶️16: ABBA - Chiquitita

7C▶️17: Remi Wolf - Disco Man

7C▶️18: Dayglow - Fair Game

7C▶️19: Paramore - Fake Happy

7C▶️20: Waterparks - Telephone

7C▶️21: Cults - Go Outside

7C▶️22: VACATIONS - Telephones

7C▶️23: VACATIONS - Honey

7C▶️24: COIN - Killing Me

7C▶️25: COIN - Take The Stairs

7C▶️26: Zack Tabudlo - Habang Buhay

7C▶️27: Beegees - Night Fever

7C▶️28: Beegees - How Deep is Your Love?

7C▶️29: FLOR - Heart

7C▶️30: Chairlift - I Belong In Your Arms

7C▶️31: Frances Forever - Space Girl

7C▶️32: Princess Chelsea - Cigarette Duet

7C▶️33: Beach House - Space Song

7C▶️34: Cemeteries - I Will Run Away From You

7C▶️35: Remi Wolf - Hello Hello Hello

7C▶️36: Gracie Abrams - Twenty-One

7C▶️37: PREP - Leaning On You

7C▶️38: The Smiths - This Night Has Opened Up My Eyes

7C▶️39: VACATIONS - Panache

7C▶️40: COIN - Cutie

7C▶️41: Billy Joel - Zanzibar

7C▶️42: Polo & Pan - Feel Good

7C▶️43: Princess Chelsea - Love My Boyfriend

7C▶️44: Fleetwood Mac - The Chain

7C▶️45: NIL

7C▶️46: Flyleaf - I’m So Sick

7C▶️47: KIDSNOT$AINTS. - Daydreamer

7C▶️48: KIDSNOT$AINTS. - Love, Always

7C▶️49: Gus Dapperton - Prune, You Talk Funny

7C▶️50: The Black Skirts - Everything

7C▶️51: 4 Non Blondes - What’s Up

7C▶️52: Dominic Fike - Three Nights

7C▶️53: Busted - Air Hostess

7C▶️54: Flora Cash - You’re Somebody Else

7C▶️55: Sture Zutterberg - Paper Bag

7C▶️56: Omar Apollo - The Two Of Us

7C▶️57: Olivia Rodrigo - Deja Vu

7C▶️58: COIN - It Works

7C▶️59: Beegees - More Than A Woman

7C▶️60: Chase White/Jimmy Burney - When It Feels Right

7C▶️61: Tim Ayre - Mexican Holiday

7C▶️62: Duncan Laurence/FLETCHER - Arcade

7C▶️63: Yuki Saito - Yours

7C▶️64: Beegees - Stayin’ Alive

7C▶️65: GAYLE - abcdefu

7C▶️66: P!nk - Perfect

7C▶️67: Mary J Blige, Will Smith - Got To Be Real

7C▶️68: Junko Ohashi - Crystal City

7C▶️69: 5WEST - Anything Can Happen

7C▶️70: 5WEST - Last Time

7C▶️71: 5WEST - One Shot

7C▶️72: Beegees - Alone

7C▶️73: Tim Ayre - California Dreamin’

7C▶️74: Tim Ayre - Find You

7C▶️75: NIL

7C▶️76: Player - Baby Come Back

7C▶️77: DeBarge - I Like It

7C▶️78: Beegees - Stayin’ Alive

7C▶️79: The Regrettes - California Friends

7C▶️80: PREP - Cheapest Flight

7C▶️81: PREP - Speaking Silence

7C▶️82: Beegees - To Love Somebody

7C▶️83: The Kooks - Junk Of The Heart (Happy)

7C▶️84: Mac DeMarco - Chamber Of Reflection

7C▶️85: Cigarettes After Sex - Affection

7C▶️86: Sure Sure - Good Thing

7C▶️87: HYBS - Dancing With My Phone

7C▶️88: Tim Ayre - Modern Life

7C▶️89: Oasis - Live Forever

7C▶️90: Jack Johnson - Upside Down

7C▶️91: Lenny Kravitz - It Ain’t Over ‘Till it’s Over

7C▶️92: Big Thief - Simulation Swarm

7C▶️93: Skylar Spence - Fiona Coyne

7C▶️94: NIL

7C▶️95: Olivia Rodrigo - Brutal

7C▶️96: Olivia Rodrigo - Happier

7C▶️97: Olivia Olson/Niki Yang/Hynden Walch - Time Adventure

7C▶️98: Charles Bradley - Change for The World

7C▶️99: Dayglow - Strangers

7C▶️100: Olivia Rodrigo - Driver’s License

7C▶️101: Pink Floyd - Time

7C▶️102: Röyksopp - Happy Up Here

7C▶️103: Foster The People - Chin Up Music For The Unsuspecting Hero

7C▶️104: Amy Macdonald - Mr. Rock & Roll

7C▶️105: COIN - Brad Pitt

7C▶️106: COIN - Babe Ruth

7C▶️107: Twice - The Feels

7C▶️108: Conan Gray - Overdrive

7C▶️109: Conan Gray - Maniac

7C▶️110: COIN - Heart Eyes

7C▶️111: Conan Gray - Wish You Were Sober

7C▶️112: Mitski - Nobody, No

7C▶️113: Omar Rudberg - Alla Ba Ouff

7C▶️114: Remi Wolf - Liz

7C▶️115: Rosie Okumura - I’m So In Love With Me

7C▶️116: Paramore - Ain’t It Fun

7C▶️117: Mr. Kitty - After Dark

7C▶️118: Stephen Sanchez/Em Beihold - Until I Found You

7C▶️119: John Maus - Do Your Best

7C▶️120: Galaxy Fingers - Cynically Sweet

7C▶️121: COIN - I Think I Met You in a Dream

7C▶️122: Last Dinosaurs - Collect Call

7C▶️123: IV of Spades - Captivated

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coeursetcolores · 2 years ago

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Olberic, the Warrior: Chapter 2

WARNING! Spoilers ahead for Chapter 2 of Olberic’s story in Octopath Traveler!

TOURNAMENT ARC! Let’s get that championship belt, baby!

Oh, and find out about Erhardt too, I guess?

We made it to Victor’s Hollow, got scouted, entered a tournament, and learned some hard truths about the country we supported. Standard day in a JRPG.

We arrive in the town and semi-illegally enter the big tournament that already finished it’s qualifiers, invalidating the process.

So of course, we get pitted against almost everyone that got namedropped at the beginning that was a shoo-in to win.

And as a protagonist, it’s our solemn duty to win to further our agenda regardless of how long the other fighters have been training and really wanted to win.

Wait...public dueling’s illegal? ...Eh. I’ve robbed so many people at this point, I don’t really care about breaking the law anymore. Plus, no one’s tried to arrest me yet, (probably because that’s evidence that I could beat them up) so we’re okay!

I’m just gonna say it, I loved Cecily. Now, there’s a girlboss! Smart, straightforward and fair. Knows how to get things done and can see an opportunity when it comes.

Kinda wish we could have fought Ned; he seemed interesting.

Victor’s Hollow lives up to it’s name: big city, big arena filled with bloodthirsty citizens itching to watch a fight. You can tell the city’s pretty well-off compared to some of the others: fully paved roads, statues, huge arena, not too stuffy but still nice. Pretty standard stadium, but it’s well-shaded and you actually see texture in the ground. And I like the flags bringing bursts of color to break up the monotony. Though I think having the preparation hall be so dimly lit was an odd choice; be pretty easy to assassinate a rival in there...

I like how every one of the sub-bosses had their own identity, it’s a nice touch when so many other video games would leave your opponents as generic as possible. And they were all so cordial, a very fair competition. And the fact that they all know what they fight for makes them interesting foils to Olberic. It all helps him think and drives forward that he’s on a quest for identity.

And I appreciate getting a break from dungeons; just go to one spot and they’ll send the next guy to you! But...

...If this a tournament for one-on-one duels...

WHY DID EVERYONE BRING HELP?!

You have completed missed the point of dueling!

I get it was to be fair since you’d probably have a full party at this point, but it completely ruins the immersion! We could have just had Olberic go solo!

Gah! Rant over!

But honestly, the best part of this chapter...was Gustav.

Oh man, he is pretty much my favorite chapter boss so far. He has Olberic’s attacks, but that just makes it feel like it really is a fight between two people trained in the same style. And his personality...they could have easily just made him a tool for exposition, but he’s pretty layered for a one-off character. You can tell he’s been fighting for a long time and has a weariness about him, while still amicable to those he talks to. He accepts that what Erhardt did was wrong but can understand why he did it and still saw who he was outside of that one deed. Even then he tells Olberic where he is, knowing there’s a chance Olberic will kill him the man he admires. It’s their way of life, and he accepts it.

I had a feeling Erhardt was after revenge. I mean, he didn’t really seem malicious in the flashback, more like someone resolved to do what he did. And he wasn’t really gloating, so that seemed pretty off for someone supposed to be evil. Also, kings always get me suspicious.

This really complicates things...

How did everyone else like the tournament?

Cyrus: That story makes sense, plenty of sports have a messed-up history. And this is an interesting debate with two people who both have a point: arena fights are still just there to entertain people with violence, and a way to test one’s abilities. Kinda wish the discussion went on longer.

Primrose: Okay, Prim doesn’t trust men or women. Equality! ...And a bit hypocritical, seduction’s kind of 50% of her job.

Tressa: Oddly poetic, but I get it. I’ve seen coastal towns and she’s right, the sea has a way of just washing away your troubles. I can tell Tressa had a hard time not laughing at the end, the bird had perfect timing.

H’aanit: Oh, Z’aanta...really? My poor girl.

Ophilia: Oh, Phili! That was just what he needed to hear. And she’s right. Plenty of people use power to be cruel, but not Olberic. He’s a good soul, fighting to help. And I’m glad she reminded him. Team Mom!

Alfyn: Olberic! If you’re hurt, tell someone! You have a free doctor at your disposal! I don’t care how tough you are, get injuries treated!

Therion: Okay, still sniping there, Theri. He has a point though, and I’m glad Olberic acknowledged it: there’s a chance he won’t like what he learns, and that he’s only going for himself. That’s just life.

I guess we find Erhardt now (thought they were going to wat until Chapter 4, but oh well).

But what’s going to happen when we find him?

Is Olberic going to be ready, knowing the situation may not have been as black and white as he thought?

Is he even going to find his answer? Or will he be more lost than ever?

We can only go forward.

#Octopath Rambler #Olberic Eisenberg #Chapter Two #Review #Octopath Traveler

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cheesygroove · 3 years ago

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wheein's current mbti obssession, could you get a story out of it? it's such a random request, feel free to ignore it if you want :p

wi x reader. no cws, just cheesy fluff :3 non-idol au. ***ggomo's not on it, I just happened to pick this photo bc it's suitable***

The first snow

Wheein murmured distractedly, "I like having my own space," randomly remarking points about her personality while taking an MBTI test on her phone.

Her own space. This sentence attracts your attention because Wheein's never clingy, although she always makes herself close. Intimate enough to, even, share a blanket and sit cross-legged on the couch, facing you. The proximity of your faces doesn't cause her to retract, breaths warmingly mingling, as if it was so to fight off the cold of the winter. A silence falls as serene as the snow outside, the window behind you showing gray rooftops turning white.

"Hey," you called out after a while. "So, what's the new personality?"

"Huh?" Wheein looked confused. Her mind had been far away, eying the dotted landscape as a pointillism painting in process. Inattentively observing, she came closer, voice reverberating in your skin.

"MBTI," you said, tilting your head at the coffee table where she left the phone.

"It changed from I to E. The rest is the same," Wheein explained. "Crazy, ain't it?"

There was both casualty and fascination to her voice. Eventually, you lost track of Wheein's long personality record, a new one coming after the other, some repeating in between.

"Why do you keep retaking the test?" you asked, driven by curiosity. "Doesn't it defy its purpose."

The questioning doesn't annoy her as you supposed. Eyes still outside, her fingers entertained themselves with the blanket covering your legs. "Why'd think that?"

"After a few times, wouldn't you be picking different answers... Just because?" you wondered.

Wheein mischievously squinted her eyes at you, lips curling up in a faint smile. "To always be the same person can become quite boring."

Some things seemed certain to you, though — I and F were typical of Wheein's nature. (F)eelings would clog up in (i)ntroversion until they were too much, bluntly finding a way out of her.

"I like to think that I can be a different version of me every day. A better version," she emphasized, puppy eyes looking at the ceiling. "Or maybe, on days like today, I'd just rather pick what I aspire to be."

"I to E. That means..."

"More forward," she said, laughing dryly in irony. "I'd like to be more forward."

The reaffirming sentence lacked humor, unlike the first one. Wheein's gaze came down, lingering on your lips, contemplating how close they were, yet not acting on such fact. Her own space, so preserved, could translate into the gap she refused to come forward to close.

"But you're too comfortable with where you are," you affirmed after a brief moment of silence. If it was pride to be on the table, yours would be greater than hers, even if it meant swallowing down the lump desire created in your throat.

"I wish I was," Wheein retorted, tone suggestive of taking the commentary as a challenge, "but, uh. You're sort of blocking the view."

Behind your shoulder, out the window, the snow continued to fall. It was progressively taking away the few colors a big city could have.

"What kind of art could a scene like that represent?" she asked while you looked. Wheein's sweet voice came accompanied by her pinky enlacing yours.

"I have no idea," you said. "The artist is you."

"Anyone can do art. Don't be so grumpy."

Then just a pinky evolved to your hand being taken by hers. If your fingers became intertwined, it couldn't simply be an insistence for you to talk.

"It's like the scenery is turning into a white canvas. But I guess it'd be the opposite of doing art," you concluded, turning to see Wheein again. Her eyes were glowing with something unknown to you.

"Opposite... Much to the contrary. It's the first snow of the year."

Wheein slowly leaned forward and nuzzled into your embrace. Faces close together, rubbing with minimal movement, the softness of her skin against yours. Your mouth stopped right next to her ear, so when you asked, "What's special about the first one?" she couldn't hold out a soft sigh.

"It's a new season. New things, new beginnings," Wheein said, swallowing at the end, still affected. "If you think art, a white canvas as you said — that's the start of art. If you think us..."

She withdrew from the embrace, making room to look at you while her hands — fingers at the back of your neck, thumbs holding your jaw — maintained your face in place. Wheein blinked slowly like a cat showing affection, a dimple appearing with the smile that spread across her adorable features. So much cuteness had you lightly squeezing Wheein's waist, to which she warmly giggled, mouth right next to yours.

"Could it be a start for us too?" she sweetly asked but couldn't wait for an answer. Clogged up feelings were freed in a kiss, Wheein's sudden bluntness making it all so evident. Your teeth initially collided, tongues battling for dominance until finding a pace that suited both, slow and intense, exploring each other's mouth for the first time. You sucked on her lower lip upon releasing, grinning when that elicited a moan into the end of the kiss.

"I imagined this as less clumsy," Wheein whined while breathing heavily. "Sorry."

"Our start could count after a second one, if you prefer," you suggested, complying with her idealizations.

In the future, you'd obviously tease Wheein for it, leading her to shut your mouth with not just any kiss, but a perfect one. Right now, all your mind could think of was the entire season awaiting you, with the chance to build something to last for many of them.

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i-need-air · 4 years ago

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Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs Part 2.

Summary: Part 2 is here! While in part 1 it was mostly adoption and how he'd behave with you as a roommate, part two is him ✨ realizing things ✨ followed by how he'd be in a romantic relationship.

Word Count: 2k words [ oops, I did it again ]

Notes: So I said it'll be out in a few days but three [3] people asked me for part 2 and I'm a sucker soooooooo!! I could've just written a long ass fic but whatever, I thought I'd make it shorter in headcanons... hah lol right. Enjoy!

Part 1 here!

× he's a wild wolf so he's very active; like you need to understand he needs to go outside if not he'd get impatient, more aggressive, snappy, so once you took him on an easy hiking trail near your house and he loved it so once or twice a month you both go together to different places [ he demands it ]

× it's hard to keep up with him bc he's literally genetically engineered to be better than any very fit human being but he slows down for you

× morning runs at 5 a.m. bc he's insane

× is also a grandpa

× watched all documentaries on any streaming platform you could provide to him, also loves reading

× as months pass and you start to have your routine in order, word comes to you that an acquaintance is looking for a security guard at his mechanical shop two streets away from your house

× you casually mentioned it to Bakugou because he was starting to act anxious whenever you'd leave the house, so you assumed he was extra bored

× seriously, the house was spotlessly cleaned, he cooked amazingly and was occupied with your old laptop and going around the city to explore, but you guessed he wanted more independence?

× little did you know you were right but so wrong lol

× so Bakugou stared at you intensely and asked "Where?"

× it was as easy as telling him the location, him nodding and you thought he'd consider it; you didn't put any pressure on him because he already did so much to help around anyway

× well guess what bitch, next day he comes up to you saying you gotta co-sign his contract [cuz fuck society] meaning he got the job

× he was perfect for it because tall, intimidating, muscular wolf guy? who'd even mess with him? do they have a death wish?

× well, even before this he started to be... soft

× but once you really did show him you support whatever he wants to do, you give him his freedom and liberty of choice, he just reaaally changes, man

× he gets touchy, like his hands stay one second longer on your skin, he uses any excuse to have them on you, even his eyes follow you everywhere

× like c'mon, it's obvious but you didn't wanna put too much thought into it because we're respectful here

× not like you had a big fat crush on him and slowly started to realize it too

× sike bitch he knows

× you think his super-hearing didn't catch the way your heartbeat spikes up every single time he touches you? *please*

× i think he knows before you know

× meanwhile he is working to discover his feelings too

× so your relationship slowly turns into a couple's like relationship but without anything official and of course no kissing or such [ sadly ]

× would get jealous easily

× basically because nothing is talked between you two and deep down is insecure

× why the hell do you smell like other people? was it just a hug or something else? hell, why would you even hug people when he's right there??? just ask and don't touch some extras????

× another thing he does is getting very close to you while you talk to somebody else; scoffs and glares at them too

× ok so!! gifts! he really appreciates any gift you give him but scolds you if you do because you genuinely don't need to do that

× of course he just scolds you and calls you an idiot so I do hope you already learned his language

× it basically means that you shouldn't have done it, he's really grateful but seriously you shouldn't have

× like that one time you saved up money to get him a good computer and he forgot how to speak for like an hour

× the softest thank you ever afterwards

× still sounded rough but he was shocked as fuck

× one thing that remained in your brain were his friends, as sometimes he'd mention them

× so you took it upon yourself to find them, of course with his permission

× gets genuinely overwhelmed and plays it off saying he wouldn't mind knowing where those idiots ended but you didn't miss the way his voice trembled

× for you to find them you needed names and any information he could provide so that's when he, after a long silence and a mesmerized look on his face, started really talking about his life

× which was fucked; won't get much into detail but he was indeed in a fighting ring, people came and bet on whoever was stronger, he even had to fight his friends, everything was filled with abuse and their conditions were subhuman...

× just overall awful

× you couldn't help but hug him tight, feeling him shake in your arms

× with a hesitant voice he asked if you really did think there was a chance to find them

× just couldn't believe how amazing he felt in your arms

× or how your determination that night made his heart clench and took a big weight off his shoulders

× anywho;;;; after his first paycheck he takes you out on cute dates

× never calls them that, just demands you dress up [helps you out cuz boy got style] and takes you to a nice coffee shop or something

× AND on your fifth not date cuz you're not official but there's this weird tension between you date he finally kinda s n a p s

× you honestly didn't expect the waiter to flirt with you, he came out as very pushy and even if you were a lil uncomfortable you smiled and brushed it off

× when the waiter suggested giving you his number the sandy blond hybrid growled

× which i shit you not made the whole coffee shop freeze

× and you froze too

× but neither of you could say anything because the oblivious fuck kept talking

× basically joking about how you should keep your pet in a leash, to which you got up, threw some money on the table, grabbed Bakugou by the hand and leave before he'd rip someone's head off

× it only took you to touch Bakugou's arm to calm him down as he followed behind you wordlessly

× so you stood outside, angry, deep red eyes on your figure

× and silence

× his hand still in yours

× it was warm and amazing and you felt angry but your heart was beating loudly; angry at the waiter that you wanted to go full Karen on and get fired but excited because that growl shook you to the core, as if you could tell it was territorial and it was because of that pig flirting with you and did Bakugou Katsuki just lace his fingers with you?!

× "Oi." he interrupted your thoughts

× he turned your frame towards him and pulled you [kinda harshly] into him

× you'd make a comment about it but brain empty, just Bakugou Katsuki blushing

× "You're mine, you get it?"

× skdjflglykshs

× it sounded like he asked but it was a demand so oops you're his now ok bye

× like I said, boy isn't dumb so he lowkey knew you felt something too

× legit from there on he's just soft as fuck

× has a hard time opening up but visibly tries for you

× still continues to be a pain in the ass, Bakugou Style, but with a loving teasing attitude behind it

× his eyes give him away all the time

× they shine whenever you're in his field of view so congrats because, and this is the best part:

× WOLVES MATE FOREVER 💕💓💞💗💝💟

× oh yeah, he's yours, no takebacks

× he isn't one to half-ass the relationship; you're his now and he'll do anything for you

× big time touch starved it hurts

× because he is shy

× so whenever you introduce him to hand holding and cuddles, he can't get enough

× not big on PDA [ and not recommended since human-hybrid relationships are kiiiinda frowned upon but it's getting better ]

× although at home it's another deal

× seriously cuddle him; he's big into the protector vibe so he's a big spoon almost exclusively unless it's to sleep on top of you

× speaking of! accept that even if your relationship isn't that intimate, he'd still hint about sleeping together in the same bed

× so you better catch on when he does because he'll just click his tongue and call you needy

× while dragging you to bed

× sleeps holding you, his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck

× unless it's summer then stay on your side 💅

× you know those kisses that just scream "I can't get enough of you"? that's his whole kissing vibe in a sentence

× hell, even the gentlest kiss gives that vibe away and it'll 100% leave you breathless

× doesn't have experience but is a very fast learner

× pays very close attention to your body language

× really into biting your skin enough to leave marks

× wear his hoodies

× no, I'm fucking serious, wear them now

× his chest puffs and he turns into a blushing mess when you do it the first times because his scent is on you

× scenting is a big thing for him so of course he's gonna love it

× 10x more territorial because now he has a mate to protect

× jealous but trusts you

× still very jealous though

× let's all pretend he is definitely not scenting you before you go out because it's in his nature and it is embarrassing

× the first time he tells you he loves you it's when he's feeling vulnerable

× the search for his friends is still on-going, he feels less than adequate as a providing mate, is pissed at the world for treating him like an inferior animal when they created him, everything is piled on his shoulders and whenever than happens he closes off

× you notice immediately

× will not tell you at first

× it's only when you go to bed and he turns his back to you when you really know it's bad

× even if you fought before, he'd angrily snuggle you at night-time

× now it's so different

× hug him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, pull a blanket all over you both and big spoon him, he'd start shaking and talking in no time

× will hide his tears from you but you'd know

× "You're the best fucking thing that happened to me, [Y/N]... I—... Shit... I love you so much."

× neither of you slept that night

× excuse you? drink some water and pray to jesus;;; you talked about feelings, ok? communication is key in a relationship, puh-lease

× [ i have this whole nsfw hcs post already cookin in my brain so maybe I'll make it happen cuz y'all know he has a mating season and all that comes with it 👀 ]

× back to being children of jesus here

× thanks the moon, the heavens and all the gods for putting you in his life; boy didn't believe in destiny but deep down he thinks you were meant to be

× you still better wash the dishes or you'll get your ass kicked.

Extra:

× you did find some of his friends, little by little, and even if he acted nonchalant, like k das cool, it was obvious he was extremely happy

× so they did get adopted too

× you got in contact with them on social media and they were all very excited about meeting

× so it was a chaotic meeting with a dog hybrid called Kirishima and a mouse like vibrat yellow guy called Kaminari

× they all were looking for Bakugou too since they were very worried about where he ended

× Kirishima shed manly tears when seeing Bakugou

× as they instantly welcomed you in their small group, they informed you both that the majority of the squad was adopted and they're in contact, while they're still actively looking for the others

× cue to the softest expression you've seen on Bakugou in public followed by "That's good"

× silence

× shock and silence

× Kaminari turning to you and whispering "You did this" with a hand on his heart, lips trembling as he wiped an imaginary tear

× insert instantly snappy Bakugou

× when everyone laughed and continued to make plans to meet up with the others, he just looked at you conversing with them, soft expression again on his features and his chest warming

× "Oh! Look, he's doing it again! Quick, take a pictur—"

× "SHINE!"

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