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Practice

Oscar Piastri x Fem!Reader x Paul Aron

A/N: I really wasn't going to post anything on Tumblr for a while and to just use the anger and betrayal I feel inside of me to write as a form of an outlet. I've had this request done for a while but with everything going on I didn't want to post it but I already feel bad to the person that requested it for keeping them waiting for so long and since Oscar won today, I feel like this is an appropriate time.

After posting this, I do not know how long until I post again but know whenever I do decide it is the right time for me (mentally) to come back, I will have lots of stories to post along with writing more.

Again, thank you to everyone who has reached out to me and wishing me well and reblogging that post along with sending requests to other writers asking them to spread the word and to block and report that person, I do see them and I do really appreciate all the support.

Farewell, for now. I will see you all again soon.

Requested (idk where the actual ask went but I did write it in my notes app where I do rough drafts): Please could you do a story Oscar piastri x y/n x paul aron smut I'm dying for the two of them 🔥 @deepestrunawaykitty

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It was a hot July Saturday night, and I felt my heart race as I entered the club with my boyfriend, Oscar. The bass pumped through my body, setting the tone for a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I wore a tight, black dress that hugged my body in all the right places. my long hair fell loosely and my eyes sparkled with anticipation. Oscar looked dashing as always, his brown hair tussled, and that seductive smirk playing on his lips. He was a Formula 1 driver, and his bad-boy charm had me hooked from the start.

As we made our way through the crowd, hands brushing against each other, the familiar lyrics of Drake's "Practice" filled the room. This was our song, the one that played on repeat during our steamy make-out sessions. Oscar leaned in close, his hot breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "You know what this song does to me, babe. It makes me want to take you right here on the dance floor and show everyone what you're mine."

I felt my core clench at his words, my nipples hardening against the soft fabric of my dress. I loved it when Oscar talked dirty, and tonight, I wanted to give myself completely to him. "Then take me," I purred, pressing my body against his, feeling the hard length of his cock straining against his pants. "I'm yours to do with as you please."

Oscar's hand slid down my back, pulling my body tight against his. With his other hand, he reached under my dress, his fingers teasing the soaked fabric of my panties. "You're so wet already, baby. Who knows, maybe I'll let one of my friends have a taste of this tight pussy tonight." I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as his fingers found my clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. "Oh, yes, Oscar," I gasped. "I'm yours to share. Do whatever you want with me."

As if on cue, Oscar's friend, Formula 2 driver Paul Aron, joined us on the dance floor. He was tall and muscular, with a mischievous smile that sent shivers down my spine. "Well, well, well," he said, his eyes roaming over my body. "Looks like someone's ready to play."

"She certainly is," Oscar replied, his hand still working its magic between my thighs. "Why don't you say hello, Paul?"

Paul didn't need to be asked twice. He pulled me against him, his lips crashing down on mine in a passionate kiss. I melted into the kiss, my hands exploring Paul's body as his tongue dueled with mine. I could feel both of their erections pressing into me, and it drove me wild.

Breaking the kiss, Oscar guided me to turn around, pressing my body against the hard planes of Paul's chest. "Such a beautiful view," Oscar murmured, nuzzling my neck. "Seeing your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock while Paul fucks that tight pussy from behind." I moaned, my eyes rolling back as Paul's hands slid up my thighs, lifting my dress. "Mmm, yes, Oscar," I breathed. "I want you both. Please, fuck me. Make me yours."

Without warning, Oscar spun me around and pressed my against the nearby wall, his mouth claiming mine in a voracious kiss. my senses spun out of control as I felt Paul's hands on my waist, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pressed the length of his hard cock against my aching pussy. "You ready for me, baby?" he growled, grinding his hips against her.

"Please," I begged, my head falling back as Oscar kissed and nibbled on my neck. "Fuck me, Paul. Give it to me hard."

With one swift thrust, Paul impaled me on his thick shaft, burying himself balls-deep inside me. I cried out, my nails digging into Oscar's shoulders as I felt myself stretched around his cock. Paul began to move, his hips snapping as he pounded into me, each thrust hitting me deep and hard.

Oscar's hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. He kissed and sucked on my neck, marking me as his. "You like that, baby? You like being fucked by my friend while I watch?"

"Yes," I moaned, my head tossing back and forth as pleasure washed over me. "Oh, God, yes. It feels so good, Oscar. Don't stop."

Paul's hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he thrust faster and harder, his grunts filling the air. I felt her orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in my belly. "I'm gonna cum," I panted, my fingers tangling in Oscar's hair. "Don't stop, please, don't stop."

As if sensing my impending release, Oscar reached between our bodies, his fingers finding my swollen clit. He rubbed me in slow, firm circles, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through me. "That's it, baby, cum for us. Let me taste that sweet pussy."

And cum I did. With a strangled cry, my body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My juices flowed around Paul's cock, making his thrusts even more delicious. "That's it, take it," Paul grunted, his hips slapping against my ass. "Cum all over my cock, you dirty girl."

As my orgasm began to subside, Paul quickened his pace, chasing his own release. I felt his cock twitch inside her, and with a final, powerful thrust, he filled me with his hot cum. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his body trembling as he emptied himself inside me.

But the night was far from over.

After a brief respite, Oscar led us to a more secluded area of the club. His eyes were dark with desire as he pushed me against a nearby couch, his lips capturing mine in a fierce kiss. Paul stood beside us, his eyes burning with lust as he watched his friend take what he wanted from my willing body.

Oscar broke the kiss, his breath hot on my face as he said, "Get on your knees, baby. I want your mouth."

I obeyed without hesitation, my heart pounding with anticipation. I knew Oscar loved deepthroating, and the thought of taking him all the way down my throat made my pussy drip. I looked up at him with hooded eyes, my lips parted, as I reached for the belt of his pants.

Oscar undid his belt, freeing his hard length. my eyes widened at the sight of his thick, veined cock, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, leaning forward to flick my tongue over the sensitive tip. "Mmm," I moaned, tasting the salty sweetness of him. "I've been waiting all night for this."

I took him into my mouth, sucking slowly, bobbing my head up and down as my hands stroked his length. Oscar's hands tangled in my hair, guiding my pace as he moaned above me. "That's it, baby, just like that. Take it all."

my lips slid down his shaft, my tongue swirling as I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper with each stroke. I could feel his cock hit the back of my throat, and I relaxed, allowing him to slide down my throat. Oscar groaned, his hips bucking as he held me still, his cock buried deep. "Fuck, yes, that's it, take it all," he panted.

Pulling back, I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks as I swirled my tongue. Oscar's hands tightened in my hair, guiding me in a fast, hard rhythm as he used my mouth for his pleasure. "You love that cock, don't you, baby?" he growled. "You're such a dirty little cock slut."

"Mmm-hmm," I hummed around his shaft, my eyes flashing with desire. "I love it, Oscar. I love sucking your big cock."

Paul stood beside them, stroking his hardening cock as he watched the erotic display. "Damn, that's fucking hot," he muttered. "Seeing her mouth wrapped around your cock is making me hard again, Oscar."

A wicked smile curved Oscar's lips as he pulled me off his cock, a strand of saliva connecting our mouths. "I think it's time for that double penetration I've been craving, don't you?"

my pussy clenched at his words, the thought of being filled by both men at once sending a thrill through my body. I nodded eagerly, my eyes shining with anticipation. "Please, yes. Fuck me, both of you. I want it so bad."

Oscar positioned me on my hands and knees on the couch, my ass raised in the air, my pussy exposed and glistening with my juices. "Ride that cock, Paul," he instructed, his eyes sparkling with lust. "I'm gonna stretch her throat while you pound that tight pussy."

Paul lined himself up, sliding into my wet heat with ease. I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as I felt myself stretched around his thickness once again. Oscar guided my head down onto his cock, holding me still as he thrust his hips, fucking my mouth hard and fast.

The sensation of being filled at both ends pushed me closer to the edge. I felt Paul's hands grip my hips, setting a brutal pace as he slammed into me. Oscar's cock pumped in and out of my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin. "That's it," Oscar grunted. "Take it, you dirty slut. Take both our cocks."

The sounds of their grunts and my muffled moans filled the room. “So dirty for us, such a slut” Oscar grunted. His words sent me over the edge. I cried out around Oscar's cock as my orgasm ripped through me, my body shaking with the force of it. Paul roared his release, his cum shooting deep inside me as he rode out his orgasm.

With a final, hard thrust, Oscar held my head down on his shaft, his hips bucking as he filled my mouth with his hot load. I swallowed, milking him with my mouth as he groaned my name.

Collapsing onto the couch, all three of us panted, a tangle of sweaty, satisfied bodies. I smiled, my body buzzing with satisfaction. This was definitely a night I would never forget.

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My Brothers Best Friend..

Summary: Noah is your brother’s best friend, that you happen to have a huge crush on.

Warning: smut….thats all, with some plot tho.

A/N: Bestfriend Noah is my number one trope, but gotta love brothers Bestfriend too😅❤️ this is the hair I imagine Noah with in this.

As people shuffled from one table to the next I sat at our usual spot, at our favorite lunch spot in town, my heart racing as I glimpsed at the love of my life, Noah Sebastian Davis striding over with effortless confidence, his inked arms moving in rhythm with his laughter. His hair falling around his dark eyes, and every time he flashed that charming smile, it left me breathless.

“Hey, Kitty” he called out, his voice teasing, as he ruffled my hair. I rolled my eyes, trying to mask the fluttering in my stomach. To everyone else, it might seem like just a nickname. But to me, it felt like a secret between us, a small bond forged in the teasing that had become routine.

“Don’t call me that,” I whined, patting down my hair trying to keep my tone flat, but I could feel the corners of my mouth betraying me, threatening to break into a smile.

“Aw, come on!” Noah leaned against the table, his tattoos on display like a gallery of artistry. “It’s cute.”

“Not cute. Annoying,” I shot back, although I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I didn’t know how to explain to him that every time he called me “Kitty,” my heart raced, my panties dampened and I felt everything shift into a different dimension.

My twin brother Tyler, seated across from me, smirked knowingly. “He’s just messing with you, Katy. You know how he is.”

“Yeah, well tell him to pick on someone his own size!” I snapped, though my tone was lighthearted.

Noah laughed, a rich, deep sound that made the corners of my stomach flutter. “But you’re the funnest target!” He poked a fork into my plate playfully, stealing a piece of my lunch. “And admit it, you love the attention.”

“Ha yeah..,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. The truth was, I loved this attention too much. It was infuriating and intoxicating all at once. I watched as Noah leaned over the table, a mischievous glint in his eyes, clearly enjoying our playful banter.

“See?” he said, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. “Admitting it is the first step. Next, we’ll work on accepting it.”

Before I could retort, he waggled his eyebrows in that infuriatingly adorable way of his, and I felt heat bloom in my cheeks again. I couldn’t help it – he was beautiful, all sharp angles and easy laughter, covered in stories told through ink.

Tyler asked for the check, signaling that he’s ready to get the hell out of here, Noah stood up and shared a knowing glance with me. “we’re rehearsing tomorrow at my place, you should come with Ty. I’ll show you some new songs we’ve been working on, I need more opinions.”

My heart did a little jump. I had been to his rehearsals with Tyler before, where the music pulsed through me, and the electric energy of the band’s passion radiating off him. I loved watching him lose himself in the music, his eyes lighting up as he sang.

“Yeah, maybe,” I said noncommittally, though the flutter in my chest made me want to say yes immediately.

Noah looked at me long enough that I felt my heart race again. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

“Fine!” I threw my hands up, relenting. “I’ll come, but only if you promise not to call me ‘Kitty’ the entire time.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Not happening, kitty.”

As he walked over to the front counter with Tyler, I couldn’t shake the hopeful feeling blooming inside me. Noah was my brother’s best friend, and there were boundaries I probably shouldn’t cross, yet this connection between us felt electric and alive.

I reclined on my bed, scrolling aimlessly through my phone It was a quiet, typical evening at home for me. The sunlight poured through the half-closed curtains, casting a gentle glow on the pale pink walls of my room. The day had been uneventful, and I found myself daydreaming much more than scrolling through social media posts.

Suddenly, I heard two deep, familiar voices yelling from downstairs, their laughter piercing through the tranquility of my sanctuary. Curiosity turned my laziness into movement; I dropped my phone down to my chest, my heartbeat quickening. What on earth was happening? Before I had the chance to investigate, my bedroom door swung open, swinging nearly off its hinges. I let out a startled shriek.

Standing in the doorway were Tyler and Noah, the two most chaotic forces in my life. Tyler’s expressive face was full of mischief, and Noah—gorgeous, tattooed Noah—grinned widely, the corners of his lips curling up as if he had a secret that only I could unveil.

“Surprise!” They yelled, almost in unison.

In a flash, Noah leaped onto my bed, landing right on top of me. I was engulfed in a storm of laughter and confusion as I was instantly pinned down by Noah’s hands, his fingers darting into my sides, tickling me mercilessly. I squirmed beneath him, half-giggling, half-screaming, my laughter echoing in the confines of my room.

“Tyler, help!” I gasped between bursts of laughter.

But Tyler merely bounced up and down on the edge of my bed, brandishing a pillow like a sword, and began swatting at me with it. “You can’t escape! This is what you get for being moody towards us all day!”

Amidst the chaos, I felt the familiar fluttering in my stomach when Noah’s fingers brushed my skin, an electric warmth that set my cheeks ablaze. There was nothing more maddening than feeling trapped under Noah while knowing the reason behind my blushing cheeks had nothing to do with the tickling. As he caught my gaze, there was a moment—just a moment—where I thought he might be having the same thoughts. But then I was thrown back into the whirlwind of laughter as they finally relented and let me sit upright, gasping for breath.

"Okay, okay! What do you want?” I managed to ask, still catching my breath.

“We’re ordering pizza and picking up some beers to watch the UFC fight tonight, and we obviously need someone to help us make fun of the guys getting punched in the face,” Tyler announced, a cheeky grin plastered across his face. “Come on, it’ll be fun!”

I raised an eyebrow, pretending to contemplate. “Pizza and UFC?”

“Uh-huh,” Tyler chimed in, nudging Noah with his elbow, earning an exaggerated eye roll from him.

“Join us, Kitty,” Noah said, his voice low and inviting, making my heart pitter-patter against my ribcage.

Finally, I nodded, unable to resist their playful enthusiasm. “Alright, I’m in.”

The boys whooped and hollered, and it was as if my protestations didn’t matter at all. They bounded out of my room like the glimmering stars out of my reach, leaving me with the heady blend of embarrassment and giddiness.

Once they departed, I leaned back against my bed, taking a moment to collect my jumbled thoughts. I couldn't remember a time when Noah’s presence didn’t invoke butterflies in my stomach. He was everything I admired—incredibly talented, with his music echoing through our quiet neighborhood from the garage two houses down from our home. Sometimes I’d eavesdrop on their band practicing, losing myself in his raspy yet melodic voice. Those moments felt like brief glimpses into the life I wished I could share more intimately.

The playful bickering between Tyler and Noah brought a smile to my face as I dressed quickly, donning my favorite band tee and a pair of comfy jeans. I didn’t want to look too made-up — I just wanted to be comfortable around them. The anticipation of spending the evening with Noah and my brother filled my head with daydreams of laughter and joy. It also brought the slightest hints of anxiety; what if Noah tried to talk to me while Tyler was distracted? What if I accidentally blurted out how I felt?

“Do you ever stop thinking?” I muttered to myself as I ran a brush through my hair. Perhaps that was my problem—overthinking everything.

I skipped down the stairs, joining the boys just as they returned with a stack of cheese pizzas and a case of beer. Noah looked up and caught my eye, flashing that breathtaking smile that could light up the darkest corners of my worries.

“Look who decided to join us! Katy finally freed herself from her phone.” Tyler teased, shooting me a playful wink.

“Yup, I’m here for the pizza,” I said, smirking.

“Good, because I’m starving!” Noah replied, plopping down on the couch. I settled into the space beside him, my stomach flipping nervously, but my heart raced with a euphoric thrill.

As evening wore on, laughter filled the room, intertwining with the excitement of the fight on the screen. There was a playful dynamic between Tyler and Noah that pulled me into their world, and I loved every second of it — especially being so close to Noah.

It wasn’t until he leaned towards me, sharing popcorn and a honeyed comment about a knockout punch, that I felt my heart race again. His arm brushed against mine, sending shockwaves through me, and I glanced sideways, catching a glimpse of him studying me for a split second. The moment felt suspended in the air, fragile yet electric. A thrill surged through me, whispering that maybe, just maybe, the butterflies I felt weren't one-sided..

My brother was the life of any party, but tonight he was immobilized in the recliner, a sixth beer consuming him like a heavy blanket. I couldn’t suppress the chuckle that escaped my lips as I watched him and the way he was sprawled out, snoring softly, blissfully unaware of the world spinning around him.

The living room was engulfed in darkness, save for the flickering light of the television, the only witness to the silence that enveloped the house. My heart raced as I shifted my gaze to Noah, who was sitting beside me. His tattooed hands rested casually on his thighs, the dim light showcasing the intricate designs that danced along his skin. I often wondered what stories each tattoo told, but my own story was simpler. I watched Noah, admiring the way he simply existed.

Awkwardness washed over me. My fingers fidgeted with the hem of my shirt as I glanced over at him, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. Should I say something? Do something? With Tyler out for the count, my usual social safety net was gone, leaving me feeling exposed, vulnerable. Maybe the best course of action was to get up and distract myself; I stood up abruptly, shaking off the nerves that crept up on me.

“I’m gonna clean up,” I announced, more to fill the silence than anything else. I walked toward the kitchen, my heartbeat thudding loudly in my ears. I wasn’t afraid of the dark, but with only the glow of the TV behind me, the shadows felt alive, wrapping around me like a second skin. I focused on the trash can, tossing in the empty beer cans and the remnants of our late-night snacks, but my mind wasn’t on that. It was racing somewhere else.

Suddenly, I heard shuffling behind me. Startled, I spun around, half-expecting an intruder. Instead, it was Noah, slipping into the kitchen like a shadow. I huffed out a laugh, hand clutching my chest as I felt the adrenaline course through me.

“You scared me,” I said, mustering a teasing tone, though the truth was my heart raced for entirely different reasons. He gave a small, sheepish smile that sent flutters racing through my stomach.

“Sorry,” he replied quietly, his voice low and soothing. My cheeks heated as he reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. The simple act sent electrifying shivers down my spine, and I nearly forgot how to breathe.

His gaze bore into me, filled with an intensity that made the world around us fade away. He stepped closer, invading my personal space in a way that made my throat dry. I looked up at him, suddenly feeling small and fragile under the weight of his presence.

“What’s wrong, kitty?” His voice dropped to a whisper, and that simple nickname for me danced like a feather against my skin. I found myself frozen in place, staring at him, at those dark eyes that held unsaid promises and secrets. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, the kind I had only ever read about in stories.

“I—uh…” My words stuttered out, falling flat as I felt a rush of heat wash over me. In that moment, I could barely think straight. My heart pounded, thrumming against my ribcage as I stood there, caught in a moment that felt suspended in time.

Noah shifted slightly, the warmth radiating off him pulling me in like a moth to a flame. His fingers danced along my lips, tracing a path that set my nerves ablaze. “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he breathed, the words wrapping around me like a warm embrace.

His voice, low and husky, ignited something deep within me, something I had kept hidden beneath layers of shyness and uncertainty. I whimpered, both in surprise and in longing. I wanted to reach out and pull him closer, to bridge the divide that felt both exhilarating and terrifying, but instead, I stood still, swept away by the gravity of the moment.

Then, just as quickly as it had begun, he pulled back, that boyish grin blooming on his face. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he winked, that familiar spark in his eyes still illuminated by our connection. And with that, he vanished back into the living room, leaving me behind in the dark kitchen, breathless.

When I took a moment to collect myself, I leaned against the cold countertop, my heart still racing. The encounter played over and over in my mind, each detail electrifying me like a surge of caffeine. Noah had chosen to reach out, to bridge the gap between us, and my shyness suddenly felt like a hurdle I was desperate to overcome.

What had just happened? Did he really mean what he said? The thought sent my mind reeling. I could only hope that he did, that behind those tattoos and carefree laughter, he felt the same pull toward me that I had felt toward him.

The soft glow of the setting sun filtering through my curtains cast a warm golden hue across the room. Everything felt surreal—my thoughts tangled like the fairy lights draped around my bedside. I had spent the entire afternoon consumed with worry, anxiety pulsing through me like a restless current. I decided not to go to Noah’s band practice with Tyler today. After what had happened between us last night, I could hardly bear the thought of being around him.

I flung myself onto my bed, a flurry of sheets and pillows engulfing me. The warmth of the memory rushed back: how his deep voice had murmured in my ears, “what’s wrong Kitty?,” and how his gaze had felt like fire, igniting something within me that I had desperately tried to keep contained. All night, I had replayed the fantasy of his lips against mine, imagining the taste of him, the softness contrasted with the rough edges of his skin. I buried my face in my pillow, smothering a small whimper. This was torture.

The clock on my wall read 6 PM. I knew their practice should be over soon, but it felt like a lifetime ago that I decided to skip out. Anxiety coiled in my stomach, squeezing tightly. With no other options in sight, I padded into the bathroom. The shower washed away the weight of my thoughts, leaving only the comforting sound of water cascading around me.

After a thoroughly long soak, I wrapped a towel around myself and stepped into my room, feeling slightly lighter—a moment of respite, perhaps, but short-lived. My heart nearly stopped when I saw him: Noah, sitting on the edge of my bed, clad in his usual black hoodie that hugged his powerful form, the tattoos peeking out like art pieces on a stark canvas on his throat. He had an annoyed look on his face, and I couldn’t help but let out a small shriek of alarm, hand flying to my chest.

“You have to stop scaring me like that!” I huffed, heart racing as I registered his intense scrutiny. He didn’t respond. Instead, his gaze lingered on me, and I felt a flush creep up my cheeks. I awkwardly stood at the edge of the bathroom door, half embarrassed, half entirely captivated.

“Why didn’t you come with Tyler?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling through the space, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.

“I… I was tired,” I managed to stutter, avoiding his gaze. But I felt him watching me, studying me—all of me. There was something almost predatory in the way he was looking at me, like I had become the only thing he could see in the world. I could feel a knot of tension tightening in the air, and it was thick enough to cut with a knife. Noah didn’t seem convinced.

“Really?” His brow raised in disbelief, and he motioned me towards him with his fingers, a simple yet commanding gesture. I walked cautiously, my heart racing and instinct screaming to turn back. As I approached, he grabbed my hips, pulling me to stand between his thighs. There was something intoxicating about the closeness, something electrifying as our bodies aligned and we nearly became face to face.

“I’ll ask you one more time.” he murmured, his hands sliding up under the towel, brushing against the bare skin of my hips. Time seemed to hold its breath.

The reality of the situation hit me, ambushing all my reasoning. “Noah…,” I whispered, but I didn’t know what I was trying to say. He was so close, my skin tingling as I realized how dangerously little space there was between us. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to kiss him, to feel the soft warmth of his lips against mine.

“Why didn’t you come?” he repeated, his tone more insistent now, tinged with an awareness of the game we were playing. His hands paused on my hips, the tension coiling tighter, as he searched my eyes for an answer.

I weighed my options. I could tell him the truth—that I was terrified of my feelings, the longing that turned into a burning urge whenever he was near. Or I could gather my courage…and show him.

In a sudden rush of bravery, I leaned forward and pulled him into a heated kiss, our lips crashing together with a passionate urgency that had been building for far too long. It was as if a dam had broken, and the secret yearning that I had held within was finally free.

He responded immediately, his hands tightening around my waist as he deepened the kiss. I melted into him, feeling his warmth envelop me, and my heart raced even faster. It was chaotic and beautiful, every nerve in my body alight with electricity. I could taste the ink and warmth of his skin, both sweet and forbidden.

We pulled apart, breathless and eyes wide. Noah’s dark eyes searched mine, a mix of surprise and desire flickering across his face. He slowly dragged my towel off of me, letting it fall at our feet. I gasped, my cheeks flaring with heat, but he pulled me down onto him, straddling his lap, as he pulled me into another kiss that felt frantic, but also exhilaratingly perfect.

I melted into him, kissing him back with a fervor that surprised even me. I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my lips as he ran his hands down my back, gripping my ass. He ground my core into his hardening length, as he grunted in pleasure.

His lips left mine, trailing gentle kisses down my jaw and to my throat. I moaned his name, gripping his hair in my fingers, the overwhelming sensation washing over me like a tide.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Kitty,” he murmured against my skin, his breath sending shivers cascading down my spine. “Me too.” I whispered, not believing that this was finally happening.

Before I could think anything else, he twisted us around tossing me onto my back. He pulled off his hoodie, before crawling up the bed between my legs. His big hands gripped the insides of my thighs, pushing them apart as far as they’d go.

“Fuck kitty, your pussy is fucking perfect.” I whined at his vulgar words, silently begging him to touch me. He leaned down, biting the inside of my thigh his cheek lightly brushing my swollen clit. “Fuck Noah please.”

He smiled up at me, settling onto his stomach. “I’ve got you baby.” without another word, his tongue met my clit, as he softly flicked it over and over. I moaned, softly bucking my hips against his face. He pulled back, one of his hands slid up, gripping my hip, as his other softly rubbed down my slit.

He rubbed two of his fingers around my dripping hole, before slowly sliding them deep inside of me. I gasped at the stretch, his long fingers hitting the perfect spot. “Fuck noahhh….please.” I begged, already missing his mouth. He leaned back down, sucking my clit softly.

My fingers flew back into his hair tugging on it hard, as he groaned against me. “You gonna cum for me kitty?” I nodded, crying out as he pumped his fingers harder. “Oh fuck yes yes yes..” I babbled like an idiot, fully riding his face and fingers at this point.

Before I knew my orgasm was flooding my body. I whined his name, as my thighs tensed around him. “Ohhh fuck good girl…..just like that.” He groaned, as he continued fucking me through it. He slowly pulled out of me, before sucking my release off his fingers.

He hovered back over me, kissing me. Our tongues gliding across each other. A loud ringing interrupted us, as we pulled away. Noah pulled his phone from his pocket, as he stayed hovering over me. He answered with a smirk on his face. “What’s up Ty?”

My heart stopped, as I tried pushing Noah off of me, as if Tyler could somehow see us through the phone. Noah smiled before gripping my throat, and pinning me to the bed. I fought to keep my mouth closed, trying not to moan out loud.

“Yeah she’s just drying her hair right now, we’ll be there soon.” His eyes never left mine, as he smiled down at me. I softly whimpered, as his fingers tightened slowing down the blood flow to my brain making it fuzzy. I could feel myself getting wet all over again.

“Yeah she’s fine, just said she’s tired. She definitely looks exhausted.” He chuckled down at me. “Don’t worry she finished, we’re on our way.” He hung up the phone, putting it back in his pocket, releasing my throat, as he placed a gentle kiss to my lips.

“We have to go meet the guys, they wanna go get dinner. They sent me here to get you.” I couldn’t help the slight pout on my lips, from not getting to feel him inside of me fucking my brains out. He stood up laughing down at me. “Go get dressed, we’ll finish this later.”

He left my room, as I sat there dumbfounded. Noah Sebastian….the guy I’ve been in love with for two years….my brother’s best friend…just ate me out…..and said we aren’t finished. I couldn’t help the excitement that filled my body. I can’t fucking wait.

[alittlebitofeverything04]

Thoughts for Today - Ep. 1-3 of The Heart Killers (BL)

Hey guys. I know, it’s been a fresh minute since I’ve used this blog, well besides for looking at posts without doing some of my own. Trust, I plan to fix that starting today. Don’t expect super frequent posts as I am still in school (cries in final exams) but I do want to be more active here, especially regarding some works I have cooking that I want to share as well as shows I want to rant about. Which brings us to today’s icebreaker, the recent Heart Killers BL series.

And my thoughts so far? I honestly am in love with this series. Might be one of my favorite off all time so far, and that’s saying something coming from a Kinnporsche glazer, rightfully so that series is also incredible. So I’m going to rant about the episodes so far and some other topics I’ve seen floating around the show. So strap in cause I got quite a few things to saw if you’re interested.

EP. 1 - Great start to the series in my opinion. I loved the character intros and all of them are perfect to showing the audience that these are not good people. Extremely morally grey and paints the way to great character development. Makes them more realistic, as people in real life are often morally grey as well, dirty and complex, just like these characters. Brings an element of realism to an otherwise campy and sometimes goofy show about assassins and deceit. Also yes, have to talk about the KantBison scene. Now, I havent watched too much of their work, only pieces from their shows, but from I could see they had great chemistry and it’s on full display here. Their scene was passionate, raw. Another praise to give to the show is how openly sexual it is and I love it. Also loved the dynamics they’ve at that point, Bison being the dreamer, Fadel the reluctant, older brother who does what he thinks is best, Style an annoying but lovable diva, and Kant, a liar who’s doing it for the greater good of his brother. The tension as well between Fadel and Style, chef’s kiss. Can’t wait to see one of them break. Overall, had a great time with the first episode.

EP. 2 - Have to say, the most campy episode so far. But I’m not complaining, Style of course being the reason for this. I got to say, usually I hate characters like this, the overly annoying ones to smother and don’t respect boundaries, so I’m shocked to find that Style is still as lovable to me as ever. I think it’s because of the added subtext that at first, he’s only really doing this for his best friend and his car. So he’s doing it with the benefit of the reward after. It’s messed up and keeps up with the theme of toxicity in this show. And it’s also hilarious to see Fadel have the patience of a saint and put up with his shenanigans. Hell, even giving him money for his products he ‘dumped.’ The tension between the two is great and got even better during the sauna scene. So many thoughts for that, super hot. It showed Fadel being the most giving to Style since they first met, makes sense since that only happens when the two are alone. He leans into his touch almost, closes his eyes and just lets himself feel Style’s hand on him. At least, till Uncle comes in and ruins it. Style basically being the ‘Ricky, when I catch you Ricky’ to him was hilarious. Till we go to the unconsensual kiss. Now, again, makes sense character wise since Style has been described as shameless in his attempts to pursue someone but I like how the show portrays it as something thats still not right. I love that the show isn’t afraid to delve into heavy subjects like this and still manage to portray them in a bad light without romanticizing them like other BL shows. It fits the tone of the series perfectly and I love it. Especially when we got to the end of the episode of Fadel’s fun time to himself. Hot as well, shame we lost a soldier so early. The post nut clarity hitting him hard afterward also made me chuckle out loud. It’s ok, we’ve all have our rough days. The Kant and Bison stuff was also very sweet, Kant paying off his friend to flirt with Bison to make it more convincing to him is a level of dedication I can’t even hate on. Proud of my toxic boy. Love how they’re still learning to trust each other, more Bison to Kant really, showing that he’s not as naive as some might think. Again, had fun with this episode as well as can’t wait for the next.

EP. 3 - Wow, def need to touch some grass after this episode. Here I thought nothing would top the Fadel fun time scene last episode but here we are. Now, there is a lot to say about this episode as got a good amount of info this time. We got introduced to ‘Mother’ who is actually worse than I expected her to be. It’s clear that she doesn’t give a damn about these boys (at least so far), merely using their ‘love’ as a means of manipulation to have the boys blindly follow her orders and take our her enemies. Reminds me of Tony from Pitbabe just gender bent. Showing the outsider brother, sorry I forgot his name at the moment, clearly being set up as a foil for the assassin brothers and I’m interested to see where they take him. Also, lore drop on Fadel? So boy wasn’t just rightfully paranoid, he lost an ex bf in this line of work and poor boy doesn’t want the same happening for his brother. Makes sense since at the beginning of the episode, he covered for Bison and lied about him seeing someone. Another cute brotherly moment besides from the one later one where he tells Bison he’ll help him get out of this so he can have a normal life. I swear, I love these two so much. And of course, more Style annoying Fadel, my favorite pastime. Jk but Fadel being used to it at this point is hilarious. Also loved how Style went to help Fadel and then proceeding to make the boy nervous when he changed into the uniform in the kitchen. Like Style, if only you knew the true effect you had over this boy. Fadel was practically drooling at the mouth looking away from him to stop getting horny. More cute scenes between Kant and Bison but unfortunate when Kant had to report back to Captain who suggests getting into their home instead. Mission failed successfully? (Iykyk). The club scene with Fadel was amazing, Style is right when he says that he’s handsome to be making like that on the side. But when he started imagining he was in fron of Fadel instead of the woman? They’re literally soulmates your honor, two minds think alike. Interesting though that after Fadel saved him from those three after the club, he’s switches on wanting to sleep with him to actually wanting to know more about him. His suspicions opposite to Kant’s, who wants to date Bison for the reason of staying out jail, to Style, who actually wants to know more about Fadel, what makes him tick and to let his walls down. So makes sense when they finally have sex, he’s not enjoying as much as he would’ve before he changed his goal about him. The whole sex scene actually, while still good, feels underwhelming for those two and it should be. Fadel’s doing it because he claims it’ll get Style off him, which lets be fr, he’s dying for that cookie since that last episode, so he feels this is mandatory and not into it as much as he would be if he actually vulnerable with Style. To which Style picks up on. He looks attentive, not as in the moment as one think he would be because he knows Fadel isn’t doing this because he really likes Style but because he feels like he has to. It’s more interesting than it is erotic and I love how the direction for that scene was. And the punch to Style after? Much deserved cause I did not like that whole grief club scene. Maybe to was to further hit home that Style isn’t a good person or maybe this foreshadowing for something, idk. I’m not a fan and it seems I’m not the only one. However, I can’t say the same for the ending of the show. The BDSM scene. Now the show is filled with triggers, stated that very early on, as early as the trailers so this didn’t surprise me too much. The roofing however, was interesting but makes sense since Kant needs to get more evidence at their house. But when the tables flipped, it catches him off guard. Him clearly hesitant and somewhat scared at first but not saying anything cause he’s far in to give up now. But to him starting to melt into and possibly feeling good was another level of spice I welcomed. I have so much more to say but maybe I’ll save that for after the series is over for a full analysis.

Overall, the series is so much fun and entertaining, the level of tension, incoming angst and storytelling is all wonderfully done and it leads me to being excited for the next coming week and how they’re going to redeem this band of morally grey men. That’s what character development is for. If they started out as goody two shoes then the show would be boring. The element of realism in the toxicity and deceit all these characters have is honestly what’s setting up for some amazing drama to come and it boggles my mind that some people are using that reason to drop the show. The show was very clear that it would go into some heavy subject matter and people hating the show on that are the reason we can’t have nice things. I understand not wanting to watch the show due to some of its triggers but calling the show ‘bad’ because of these reasons is absolutely ridiculous. There are other shows who try to go into this subject matter but don’t have the good writing Heart Killers have to pull it off. Sorry for the rant but had to get it off my chest.

All in all, watch the series if you can handle the heavy subject material as it’s definitely worth the watch. And don’t if you don’t! We all have our preferences but don’t hate something when it isn’t finished yet please. Let’s spread love, not hate. But I think I’ve all I wanted to say. Can’t wait till next week cause the show is getting good.

See you all in the next post, my marvels. Bye!

[devine-fem]

Hii I know the post is a few days old by now, but I just wanna say I get you with the fact that "lego batjokes is the only okay batjokes"

I LOVE that movie with a passion, but I will become its number 1 hater if someone uses it to push puritan shit on me

The ship itself is okay, but I don't think it's a good batjokes shit I think it should have its own little corner separate from batjokes tbh

No, I actually cannot stand it anymore like I don’t seriously, seriously hate it that bad its just like the constant remark of how people are gross for shipping batjokes outside of one piece of media is literally SO ANNOYING.

STOP BEING A COWARD. you’re not better than anyone here. like dude, if you want to ship just one specific iteration of batjokes that has not been touched in years, SHIP SOMETHING ELSE. We don’t want you here.

Honestly the WHOLE “you can’t ship this ship anywhere but this universe” IS SO ANNOYING IN THE COMIC BOOK FANDOM. like i even get that for jondami where people said you can only ship them in dceased. DUDE JUST SHIP THEM, NO ONES JUDGING YOU AND NO ONE CAN STOP YOU. STOP MAKING IT EVERYONE ELSES ISSUE.

like huh???

its just annoying like i want to make these people bite concrete. like lego batjokes is a bit cute but the allure of batjokes is that its messed up.

okay, let me calm down.

the appeal of batjokes is exploring the relationship between bruce wayne and the joker if you add explicit romantic or sexual elements to it. its more of a study than anything. what would happen between these characters if you gave them a bit of dick?

BUT ISNT THAT JUST SHIPPING IN GENERAL. like yes, its toxic, yes joker is horrible, yes bruce is horrible but like thats the point, it could have an interesting turn about to it THAT YOU WONT GET WITH HEALTHY SHIPS.

did you ever think about how interesting it would be to watch bruce jump over mental hurdles to pursue something with the joker WHEN HE HAS KILLED JASON? CRIPPLED BABS? did you ever think about how someone likes that?

you ever read dark romance in your life cause lemme tell you… and it might surprise you… ITS DARK. GASP !!

like yes my only option is to be a hater to lego batjokes now. do i hate them? nope, because i ship them and i love every version of batjokes because i ship them dude and media like lego batman and telltale batman is a TOOL FOR ME AS A FAN TO USE if i want something more healthy and domestic between these characters, not for some rando who doesn’t touch comics to use against ME for BEING NORMAL. oooo, you don’t like this piece of media the EXACT SAME WAY I DO AND CONSUME THE EXACT SAME WAY I DO, GROSS! kys.

sorry, i get passionate about batjokes but oh my god, one day can we PLEASE stop saying this. its so annoying.

[thefalloutwiki]

First, a more serious one: To all staff "What do you consider to be the hardest part of your job on the wiki, and what is your favorite part of your wiki job?"

And now, here's a fun one I've been asked in an interview before: To all staff "If you were an object, what object would you be and why?"

Answers Below the cut!

V13Kobold: The hardest part of my job is actually when someone disagreeable comes onto the wiki just to cause problems. Not that I can't handle it, it's the arguing/complaining/trolling (aggressive) that gets to me sometimes. The best part is the community, as cliche as it is. The sharing of interests, advice, and ideas overall is fun. 🙂

An object? Honestly, I'd be a Gecko (I know that's a creature) or a Deathclaw Mounted Head.

Findabair: The hardest part is keeping up with new content, the best part is the gratification from having properly sourced articles.

RurinGas: The hardest part would probably be just keeping up with all the information that comes out! While to a casual glance, Fallout might be about 8 or 9 games and 1 TV series, there are littler-known games and releases that are all constantly ticking away and releasing new content, it's a challenge to keep track! and thats just all the proper stuff, let alone our mod and community spaces too! My favourite part however would probably be the chance to do something creative, to find a problem and immediately think "Oh yeah, I can fix this brilliantly", it's like a jigsaw where everything juuuuussssttt slots into place perfectly, and you can just crack your fingers and lean back with a drink and think to yourself "good work"

Hrmmmmmmm..... For the sake of fun, I'll limit myself to Fallout objects xP I think I'd like to be a bottlecap. You get traded the world over, get to see the whole nation from a random person's pocket, and see all sorts of things. And, in the possible event you get made into a bottlecap mine, you go out with Passion! (And, In my experience, take someone down with you too. Whoever put the bottlecap mine in Starlight Drive-in is a fiend!) MeatServo: The time pressure often involved if something breaks and genuine, applied problem solving. Aren't we already objects in a way? Rubbinmahbelly: Probably trying to get DPL tables working the way I want. There's a reason 9 time about of 10 I ping Rurin and have her so it. Best part is interacting with folk and makin really good friends. A funny statue of a dog in a hat. NarratorJack: The worst part of the job is the more technical aspects of the wiki, My favorite part of my job is just talking to community members and shit Probably a computer, I like computers. AstralAbraxas: The hardest part I think comes to putting the pieces of the fallout puzzle together, sort of speak. Connecting the dots to make previous speculation into real or working content for the wiki. Is that the Loveland frog I see? Probably! But because it's not confirmed in writing anywhere, it remains speculation. Jersey Devil on the S12 scoreboard? Yes! And now I can say for a fact it is, because now they're in the game! Little things like that to be able to discern between using real world knowledge/content and things confirmed in some way by in game content is always a welcome challenge and something I love to discuss. If I were an object, I'd want to be the Brahmin Plush! He's so cute! KateAces: Keeping up with new content is a challenge, making sure it’s correct and complete is important and a very fulfilling feeling when it’s done, honestly the best feeling is seeing people use the site or hearing that it was helpful for someone.

I’d be a pre war neon sign, maybe even one that names a town like Novac

[candyqueenblog]

Oh my goodness, I saw the comment where you mentioned you’ve thought about writing another fic with the stuff that didn’t fit into the original one... Okay, okay, okay, so first of all, I would make a deal with Bill Cipher himself to make this idea reality. THATS how badly I would want to read that 😔

Second of all, AAAAAHHHH, okay, so I have SO many things I would love to see 😭. And because I don’t know how to shut my mouth, I made a list of things that I think would be so, so fun to include (if you ever decide to do something like this, of course—no pressure at all... I was joking about the Bill Cipher thing... maybe 👀).

No, but seriously, this is just for fun! You’re the author of the journals, so please don’t feel obligated to use any of these ideas. AAAAHHH, okay, enough rambling, let’s get into it! 🤍

1. I’d love to see Wendy and Soos’s reactions when they find out Will is in a relationship with Ford. We already know Wendy was suspicious 👀, even when there wasn’t anything going on yet… That would be so much fun to seeee!!

2. A moment where Will meets Candy and Grenda, and they have a fun sleepover where they gossip, paint each other’s nails, etc. OMG, that would be so fun, AAAAAHH 🫶🏽

3. You already mentioned Ford and Stan’s birthday (AMAZING IDEA). I’d love to see Will panicking about what gift to get Ford. But this got me thinking… In the fic, did Ford and Will get together before or after Ford’s birthday?

4. A moment with Dipper, Will, and Ford playing Dungeons, Dungeons & More Dungeons, where they discover how smart Will actually is—which obviously makes Ford go crazy (in a good way hehehe 🙃).

5. A date where Ford and Will really "go out." You know, like somewhere fancy, and they get all dressed up for the occasion. AAAAAHHH, SO, SO CUTE. And Mabel picking out an outfit for Will omg I can already see the sparkling dress AAAHHH💞✨️

6. We already saw the cave adventure with the lovebirds, but I’d love to see more adventure stuff with those two. Remember the episode where Dipper and Ford explored the underground UFO? Imagine Will and Ford going down there to get parts for Project Mentem’s reconstruction! 🛸

7. I don’t know why, but I’d love a bit where Will and Mabel try cooking for the family and almost burn the house down🤣

8. A scene where Will gets a really bad cold, and we see Ford taking care of him while the family has to venture into the woods to find a cure. UGGHH, YES, YES, YES.

9. This is kind of similar to buying his own clothes, but maybe add a scene where Will decorates his own room? Although it might not be necessary since he and Ford share a room now… Hmmm🤔

10. A wholesome family moment like a road trip or a day at the swimming pool. AHHH, YES, wholesome family vibes! 🌸

11. Since Will lost his memories, I can totally picture Mabel being like, “Aww, so you don’t remember your birthday? Pick any day, and that’ll be your birthday from now on!” And then they celebrate itttt 🥰

12. A scene where Will encounters a REALLY rude person while shopping, and Ford gets all protective (with Stan in the background cracking his knuckles ofc).

13. A bit where Mabel and Will try to set Stan up with someone—OMG, I would die to see this happen HAHAHHAHA

14. Any romantic scene between Ford and Will, really. Beach walks, stargazing, dinners, flowers, chocolates, watching the sunset together… UGH, just everything, oh my days 🥹✋🏽

15. Oh, and remember Will stealing the biker guy’s wallet and Stan being like, “I should take you on cons more often!” YES, YES. I need to see those two do something stupid together and be the best buddies ever 💯

All right, I have more ideas, but I think it’s best for me to shut up now HAHAHAHA I’m sorry for the long paragraph again... I just get so freaking excited, and I don’t know when to stop.. Again, this is all for fun! If you decide to write another fic like this, don’t feel obligated to use these ideas—I wrote them with A LOT of love and passion for your work! OKAY, BYE-BYE NOW! 👋🏽 ❤️❤️

OHHHH THESE ARE ALL SO GOOD 😭 Let's see, my personal faves are 4, 5, 6, 8, and 12. But tbh, ALL OF THESE ARE GOLD! 👀 I really appreciate the suggestions, because I love having ideas to springboard stories off of 💞 It really gets the creative juices flowing ✨ (Also, I saw on your blog that you're a biology teacher and OMG THAT IS SO COOL! 🌸 Can't believe I have someone so cool as a reader of mine 🥰)

[is-this-plural]

(very long ask ahead I'm so sorry)

Nathan Wallace from the gothic horror musical Repo! The Genetic Opera is SO plural coded to me and I could write a 4 page essay on this

He's an overbearing single father to the daughter of his wife who died before just before she was born. he blames himself for her mother's death and obsessively guards her from the cruel, post-apocalyptic world. He speaks in a way that makes his overwhelming guilt and fear ever apparent, and his behavior and personality are notably centered around the loss of his wife and protecting his family and his honor. He's not a killer. He doesn't want to hurt anybody. Re: the song Legal Assassin.

He's ALSO an organ repo man for the main antagonistic surgery/medicine company of the film, in order to keep the CEO from telling his daughter how his wife's death was his fault. He's bloodthirsty and remorseless, he loves what he does, he's the Night Surgeon and a Monster. He exaggeratedly speaks differently when in this personality, and when switching to it in songs like Night Surgeon and Let The Monster Rise, he can switch directly from his caring, overbearing, guilt ridden pacifistic father self directly into disregard and bloodlust, going as far as to call his knife his only companion, and to express exaggerated loyalty to the company that regularly screws him over. Re: Thankless Job, in the movie there's a bit at the end of this scene (it's very gorey be aware if you're looking into this) he stops at the end of his singing about how much he loves doing this horrible work and looks shocked, like he wasn't himself.

I KNOW that all of this is symbolic, it's meant to hyperbolize the inner divide and the schism of his personality while he's fighting between his fatherly instinct and what he must do to keep his "horrible secret" from his daughter, but to me it's so plural. Yes I'm projecting.

I just had to share this because I'm so passionate about it yet my partner disagrees. Is Nathan Wallace from Repo! The Genetic Opera plural? (even if his supposed alter is an "evil" one, it's so personally relatable to me as someone who has alters who exist to enjoy the "evil" things that the rest of us find despicable and disturbing about us, I don't find this specific representation of the trope to be bad)

thats SO Fucking plural holy shit dont apologise for it being long this is so interesting

[anzynai]

Lovegirl what is going AWN with the marriage vow renewals. because I want to renew my vows too

Let’s all prowl under the eery yet familiar shine of the moonlight, frolicking around mischievously and gracefully in the tall grass as we morph to our natural alpha forms and then howl our vows on top of a hill before going on a romantic massacre through the nearest village 😍😍🥰

kissing you all on the lips and the kids on the forehead MUAH

omg my beloved divine enchantress?!?!?!! what a surprise to see u here…. and yeah, i mean. we have all been married for twenty years..

our passion has not yet died, however, even if the gaps between us widen. so yes, let us renew our vows, my love.

it’s a bit long so ill put in under the cut <3 think of it as for your eyes only (even tho anyone will be able to see but shhhh)

can we honestly e date? you’re so beautiful. You always make me laugh, you always make me smile. You literally make me want to become a better person… I really enjoy every moment we spend together. My time has no value unless its spent with you. I tell everyone of my irls how awesome you are. Thank you for being you. Whenever you need someone to be there for you, know that i’ll always be right there by your side. I love you so much. I don’t think you ever realize how amazing you are sometimes. Life isn’t as fun when you’re not around. You are truly stunning. I want you to be my soulmate. I love the way you smile, your eyes are absolutely gorgeous. If I had a star for everytime you crossed my mind i could make the entire galaxy. Your personality is as pretty as you are and thats saying something. I love you, please date me. I am not even calling it e dating anymore because I know we will meet soon enough heart OK I ADMIT IT I LOVE YOU OK i hecking love you and it breaks my heart when i see you play with someone else or anyone commenting in your profile i just want to be your girlfriend and put a heart in my profile linking to your profile and have a walltext of you commenting cute things i want to play video games talk in discord all night and watch a movie together but you just seem so uninsterested in me it hecking kills me and i cant take it anymore i want to remove you but i care too much about you so please i’m begging you to eaither love me back or remove me and never contact me again it hurts so much to say this because i need you by my side but if you dont love me then i want you to leave because seeing your icon in my friendlist would kill me everyday of my pathetic life.

BUT REAL TALK: i miss u sm and it world be kinda funny and a little embarrassing if it wasnt who i think it is, but no one has ur stupid humor but u LMAO anyways, if u ever decide to come back, ill welcome u with open arms and it not, well, thats fine too. I LOVE U SOOO MUCH, cant wait for the next time u come bless my inbox MWAH MWAH MWAHHHH

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

My last post on the situation that happened yesterday

I will say outright on my side my viewpoint

When I found Diisdoodles it was via Tik Tok, I followed them for a while and then they started a Discord which I decided to join,we got talking and I shared with them the Borg Siblings

No matter how much they try to claim they did certain things, I had already created these characters and I have the notes to prove that, these guys were my creations that I trusted with them and if they didn't understand that these were already Orignal Characters of my own, I'm sorry you only created the Aus and world around them

I just was lending you my characters that I had created. I already knew their personalities, I just hadn't figured out their physicalities or very fine details of their histories, and we've all seen my old art I didn't feel comfortable drawing them because I didn't feel like I could properly portray them you can see this with Violet I didn't picture her as skinny I pictured her as heavier set and I had to learn how to draw that.

Honestly I really hope they get a knock of reality on the equal comment because I've seen so many Creators who don't see their crew as equal get torn down hard, a team is meant to be equal you aren't above those who are helping you create your worlds when a Creator sees their team as equal thats when magic happens,

I go in with the mindset I may have created these guys but if you want to collaborate I am more than willing to do so just give me the credit I'm earned and treat me like a creative partner,

I've always had a passion for character design, had a passion for creating original characters that really don't have anywhere to go and breathing life into them.

I am actually creating a Raeda kid she's probably not going to be in anything but it's just fun to think of what a child of theirs would look like that's why I love creating these original characters, the possibilities of stories they could tell.

Another thing that they said that bothered me I never revoked my characters from them that is a lie. I don't know if they're trying to cover up their tracks or something but I never and I can even go back and get the conversations I never removed that permission the only time I said something was after the fact they created their group.

They are the ones who decided to remove my characters in the end. Which actually caused a little bit of hurt because I have their original message here, and they said this on Simone,

Guess a happy ending means to them getting erased from existence. A character I worked so hard to make getting erased,

I guess I'm not supposed to be upset about that even though I've been attached to these characters for years and yes if this somehow gets back to them or not I still have the DM up I can go get plenty more,

Because you know what I learn I calmed down and I go back and read instead of throwing it away and you know what

I guess this moment between us three never mattered to you, like it did me.

Because to me agreeing to meet someone offline actually physically flying out to be able to see not only me but another Creator called though.she.be.little to go to a convention, a small town Lego convention that means your friends that you are equals and I don't care if you get angry at me posting that picture

I even still have the ticket from that day

You're the one that wormed your way in. I still remember being on the voice chat when we mentioned we were going to meet up, and you automatically invited yourself. I should have said no, but you know what the prospect of meeting another friend made me blind, so thank you for teaching me that lesson of boundaries,

Again I guess I really didn't know you, Diisdoodles. And that hurts the most especially after all we did but like people keep telling me I guess I don't have a reason to be upset.

But from my viewpoint I definitely do have a reason I have several reasons.

[pen-observing]

AND IF OUR LOVE MUST BE IMMORTALISED, LET IT BE LIKE THIS.

synopsis: all obey me characters + poems that describe your love.

LUCIFER +  “if you forget me” by Pablo Neruda.

lucifer wants you to know one thing - for perhaps his whole life - he has felt that something was missing. holiness and rebellion are two sides he tampered with and in them both, and even with every step he has taken to live - something was missing. you. with all of his choices, you melt into everything. he notices it all. you are the fire and the red branch and he must be the ash. you are in everything and everything carries him to you. yet, he has lost so many things already and he knows that humans are fickle creatures. when he is alone, he can’t help but think of the darker what ifs. still, he wants you to be free. lucifer lets you decide. but just know, that if you go against the darker voices in his mind - if you choose to remember him and love him (the same way he has already decided to do with you) - he will never truly be ash. the two of you would be destiny that burns forever. 

‘my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.’

MAMMON +  “how do I love thee” by Elizabeth Browning.

It would seem that Mammon has been counting the ways he loves you since the first day he met you. yes, since the very first day. he knows that he is full of flaws but the love in him remains holy. perhaps thats from the times he was an angel, because since then and forever forth he has imagined love to be the same way. he has dreamed of loving someone in day and night, in righteousness and praise and greed even. his soul dances around you; if he could - he would place it in your hands and watch it glow. he loves with passion and grief and warmth and selflessness and he would, after everything, pray to God for you. mammon would bend the knee to that extent if you wanted him too. he is just thankful that after everything - after almost losing love itself and falling - the concept of love has not changed; and it now carries your name.

‘i love thee freely, as men strive for right. i love thee purely, as they turn from praise. i love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.’

LEVIATHAN + “somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond” by E.E. Cummings

Levi is aware of how silly it sounds to say that he loves adventure when others know his habits. but he truly loves it. the adrenaline and the heroism, and the tales and connections of all those legends - but out of them all, knowing you has been the biggest adventure of his life. he wasn’t expecting you or seeking you out when you first arrived but, over time, the seasons of nature changed and you stayed the same. sometimes you are too near and he is stuck between wondering why and pulling you even closer. his love is definitely a quiet one but it is steady - it brings balance. the answer always seems to be you. protecting you in his own way and letting you gently recognize all of his layers - its all so intimate. his love is deeper than anything else. whatever you say, he is willing to do. and he finds that in perceiving the world with you - that love unlocks more charm and power than ever before. 

‘somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near’

SATAN + “i dreamed i forgot” by Leila Chatti

many would describe that before satan came to be - all he had was dreams. he lived in them, through the eyes and the body and the wings of the man with whom he shares a complex relationship with. that is why he hates dreams that feel like prophecies. he knew his flaws oh so well, and he knew you too - so for a while he refused to admit to love. but dreaming of you means remembering you. dreaming of you means loving you. he always dedicates words to you. he was a fool when standing before you. he wanted so badly to cherish but while working on himself he doubted that he was capable of such a thing. but through dreaming of you and through watching you - he knew that denying love was impossible. satan’s love feels like a rush after the calm. it feels like he always calls out to you. now when he dreams that you forgot him, or that he forgot you, all he has to do is hear you sleeping peacefully next to him. satan wants to thank you a thousand times over. 

‘i dreamed i forgot you but to dream you was remembering. i have words for you only, a linguistic fidelity.’

ASMODEUS + “don’t go far off” by Pablo Neruda

Asmo felt like he, for the first time in his life, had to beg someone to love him. when met with you and your eyes - the inner workings of his doubt started to make him realise just how love stood high above infatuation and lust. asmo would wait for you no matter how long it took. he would wait for you in empty stations and parking lots or his heart would be lost otherwise. you ground him when your arm is wrapped around his. he wouldn’t say he is begging for your love but he is begging to be close to you.’ stand together and don’t go off too far in this love so that you look like a stranger’. ‘love me as much as i love you’. ‘home is the place both of us step in’ - he feels like he shines most naturally when your attention is the only one that matters.

‘don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.’

BEELZEBUB + “i thank you” by Henry Timrod + “cottages” by M.A. + “aubade” by Amber Flora Thomas (i couldn’t decide on just one for him leave me be. the last one is erotic.)

with Beel love has always existed in its simplest nature. you were drawn to one another the same way the sun replaces the moon. but that is usually what happens to love that starts as a close friendship. as admiration. beel has thanked you so many times before he confessed. he has always felt that love towards you but actually noticing what it was just took him a bit longer. but does it really matter when he continued to treat you the same way? his love is always patient and kind and calm like the gentle wind. his love is always a ‘thank you’ and ‘lets build a home together’. ‘lets be at peace and let me bring you flowers’. ‘let us eat at this table together. i will bring a vase and you put the flowers in. i will kiss you and you kiss me back.’ it is so, so simple and thats what makes it truly wonderful. 

‘what not, do I see, when I see any rendition of your existence? you reinstated the dream in me; its sparkling collective of wishes’

BELPHEGOR + “to you” by Frank O’Hara

he knew that he loved you because the stars seemed to spell it out for him. he knew that he loved you because his love found rivers and mountains and sunsets and sunrises in your being and in your eyes. his love continues to turn you into stories connected to him because it doesn’t let you go. you chose each other and you continue to stay together. consistency. before he met you, he found comfort in the stars but true happiness was only found when he held you under them - when he talked to you. ‘i will always love you’ slips off from his tongue so easily when he sees you. you two build love, like architects do, and then you showcase it to the rest of the world. 

‘what is more beautiful than night and someone in your arms that’s what we love about art it seems to prefer us and stays’

DIAVOLO + “be arrogant” by Mahmoud Darwish

Diavolo has always seen you as someone so magical that you simply had to be hiding in everything. no, rather, everything was hiding in you. Sometimes he still blurs that line but he doesn’t mind - you’re that special that both of them are true. so, what he wants his love to convey is that you should always feel what he thinks of you. for a long time he has been the one with the biggest distance than the rest - almost unreachable. but even then. even while you were not aware - you remained the one he loved. yes, you are everything to him - a human, a lover, an angel, that special someone he loses his arrogance for. his love makes him feel small when he stands next to you. he loves comparing you to the earth itself - full of hope and possibility and too good to be true because he has lived so long yet it is your existence that truly shines. 

‘no matter your distance from me. you will remain an angel in my eyes and flesh. you will remain as our love wills to see you.’

BARBATOS + “sorting laundry” by Elisavietta Ritchie (actually made me cry while thinking of barbatos)

his love is unable to control the way you overflow into everything. into his dreams, his fantasies, his hopes and his hands. he has done ‘mundane’ chores for centuries and when they’re connected to you - they become his place of unravelling. he wonders how you have come to be folded into his life. all these ‘silly’ things are actually stories. when you got so emotional over the washing machine eating your favorite sock and when he gifted you these flowers that you liked so much that magic simply had to be used to keep them forever. you keep overflowing into everything. into public and private displays of love, into his constant thoughts. He doesn’t even dare to imagine what would happen if suddenly one day - you decided to leave him. he never lets you fold your own laundry. something about this act makes him so emotional that you can’t help but give in to his sincere eyes.

‘well washed dollars, legal tender for all debts public and private, intact despite agitation;

and, gleaming in the maelstrom, one bright dime, broken necklace of good gold

you brought from Kuwait, the strangely tailored shirt left by a former lover...’

SIMEON + “being to timelessness as it’s to time’ by E.E. Cummings

simeon knows that time matters in all things and its his tendency to always wonder about it while he loves. since time exists in all things that means that his love does too. in the air, the ocean, the land. in the places so many people cannot reach. he knows that lovers suffer but his suffering is rather sweet - its not tangible; it is simply worry for you. simeon will stand in front of anyone who asks - and if someone deems his holy love as anything but true - he won’t remain quiet. when your fingertips brush he is overjoyed. his love finds immense joy in all things that come back to you. this love has no fear. this love knows just what to say. it doesn’t matter what sages have to say; it only matters when you speak. 

‘love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun more last than star’

SOLOMON + “poem for haruko” by June Jordan (big thanks to @gatchagay​ that is the biggest solomon lover i know. i just couldn't find the perfect poem for him and they helped me)

when he walks from a simple grocery run to the place he calls home, solomon can’t help but wonder about his long life. you are definitely inside this home - if your form wasn’t sitting on the sofa that is already 3 years old then it would just be a simple house he holds no fondness for. because of you - so much has happened. the reason solomon never thought just one place could hold all of his love and sadness and happiness - is because he never had anyone to share those things with. he has witnessed the world change but his love for you just keeps blooming as it always has. that is the natural tendency. and when he comes inside, you hold his hand and he can’t help but bloom all over. plenty would describe him as fickle but he only dedicates himself to that which is truly worth it. you, this home, and the fact that your trace can be felt everywhere. 

‘now I do relive an evening of retreat a bridge I left behind where all the solid heat of lust and tender trembling lay as cruel and as kind as passion spins its infinite tergiversations in between the bitter and the sweet’

RAPHAEL + “love’s philosophy” by Percy Shelly

he has always seen holiness in everything. and there is truly nothing more holy than love. his love often feels like water - constantly wrapping around you; not changing in intensity but instead shaping to the way you need it to be. He is an angel and his love has been predestined; divine laws dictated it. Despite this, he knows that it doesn’t come without any work. His love is both an eternal attempt and admiration as well as divinely eternal. 

‘nothing in the world is single; all things by a law divine in one spirit meet and mingle. why not I with thine?—’

THIRTEEN + “serenade” by Djuna Barnes.

for someone that is best characterzied as ‘impulsive’ you would expect the same to be the description of their love. but, thirteen fell for you impulsively and so quickly that actually wording it, actually sounding it out and allowing herself to be so vulnerable was hard. rejection would destroy her after she finally found you. she doesn’t ask you to come, she just asks you not to leave. she thinks that being, uncharacteristically, quiet about the love but expressing it as if it was actually spoken - would make your own feelings reach that cliff of impulse and it would all come crashing down. you would come right into her arms. in this love, you were the first one who had to start it by saying something - but once you did - that was everything she had been waiting for.

‘three paces in the moonlight’s glow I stand, and here within the twilight beats my heart. i’m not asking you to finish, but—to start.’

MEPHISTOPHELES + “i am not yours” by Sara Teasdale

He belongs to one of those that refuses to admit the true reason his gaze lingers on you. one of those who feels his fingertips tremble when you stand near while he chooses words opposite of that. what good would it be to admit that he is so utterly lost in you? he has expectations placed on him - how could he get lost like a simple snowflake in the sea with a human? you are so different from him and he swears that this distance will clarify the situation but, when distant from you - he grows even more lost. his love confession came as a surprise to himself the most. it was like rushing wind. denial means nothing when love plunges so deep.

‘i am not yours, not lost in you, not lost, although I long to be lost as a candle lit at noon, lost as a snowflake in the sea.’

a/n: if you disagree with my choice of poems *shows you the list of my classes* i major in this and you’re wrong. this was so so fun but so hard?? because not only did i not want basic ass love poems; they had to fit the characters perfectly and they had to incorporate both the good and the bad since the game makes us see so much of their flaws. AND TO ADD TO THAT - THEY HAD TO BE GENDER NEUTRAL. tf u think i am?? to allow a poem mentioning she or him to slip inside and ruin your reading experience? 

i hope you enjoyed it!! 

[dontcallmeeds]

Since i have that one post still getting notes about my queer Nancy Wheeler takes lets breakdown the library scene!!! I know its been done but by a previously identified lesbian (now queer transman as I’ve always been) who grew up in a small town with adhd/asd who is a full blown Robin kinnie (but also understands Nancy pretty gd well)??? HEHEHEHE LETS GO!!!!

And when I say break it DOWN I mean BREAK IT THE FUCK DOWN!!!

When Robin goes with Nancy, Nancy seems to agree with her about the whole “oh you think we NEED you” man shit. But then she’s annoyed with her when they get to the library, we can take that as her also being annoying in the car and being into Steve still. But for the sake of this argument, what if Nancy realized she has a bit of a crush on her in the car. She’s passionate like Nancy, doesn’t matter if it’s in a different way, she’s fucking passionate and strongly opinionated. Like Nancy.

“Did I come off mean or condescending or something?” Robin and me are the same here, I’m horribly honest and I apologize constantly because its not that blunt honesty allistics say that they have, its genuine honesty. But when has Nance HAD THAT?! EVER?! Oh wait……..BARB. Yeah it’s always gonna go back to Barb. Barbara had GENUINE honesty and everyone else has lied to Nancy in some way and she’s also lied to people, so she doesn’t think Robin is seriously being truthful!!! She thinks she is being mean and condescending and its goddamn crushing her.

Okay the basement scene is most telling. Nancy is embarrassed she dragged Robin down there. Yes “nothing new” is fucking annoyed, she’s annoyed at herself. Imagine if Steve had gone with her and been in that scene. Now I love Steve, he’s my favorite character, but that would’ve been such a bad scene. She would’ve internalized her shit because Steve isn’t very book smart (i hate the whole Steve is dumb agenda as his number one fan, but he is smart and useful in OTHER ways). Robin fucking is. She’s goddamn brilliant like Nancy and I will die on that hill.

“I don’t know okay? It’s starting to seem like a big waste of time” dude she’s so pissed off at herself. That’s internal, not Robin annoyance. She’s mad she followed her journalistic instinct from the Wayne conversation and dragged someone else, specially Robin, into her hunch. Even though she ends up being the one who is most important in this path!!!

My FAVORITE piece of this scene is “you’re obviously bored, why don’t you call Steve?” The venom in her voice is not heterosexual. It feels like “why don’t you go call your fucking man” internalized shit because (more Barb shit) SHE LEFT BARB DOWNSTAIRS FOR STEVE!!! Broooooo pls your lesbian is showing, that jealousy is only jealousy I’ve seen in myself and other queer people who like women and are jealous of their fucking boyfriends. That level of jealousy was NOT “thats my ex and you’re dating him”. Her facial expressions are sooo fucking reminiscent of her brother’s here in the Rink-O-Mania scene :)))). Queer sibling shit its fine!!

Robin’s goddamn adhd is what fucks this whole thing up much like me being audhd fucks up many of my flirtationships (I’m not saying Robin isn’t audhd but this fandom is…a lot, mostly on twitter and tiktok but still). She mistakes Nancy’s upset with still having feelings for Steve. And I JUST saw a parallel between Nancy and Mike Wheeler that BLEW MY MIND. Someone said “the facial expressions between the six nuggets fantasy is with you convo and the surfer boy pizza convo look like they were going to hurt the other person’s feelings and then got interrupted”. Yup. Yeah YUP!!! I do not believe for a second Nancy still has Steve feelings. I think her fucking comphet was trying to play her for a fool when he took off his shirt in the lake. And Robin wants to be supportive so she gives Nancy that one look. ROBIN YOU GD IDIOT SHE WANTS YOU BRO!!!!

“You do know me and Steve are totally not a thing right?” “WHAT?!” Oh that speaks for its self Miss Wheeler LMAOOOO. It feels like for a moment Nancy realizes how dumb she’s being, that reaction wasn’t her guarding herself anymore. I think in the back of her mind she knows Robin is a lesbian. You can catch her absolutely feral and entertained smile when they pan to Robin coming down the stairs. Like BRO SHE THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY. Like “of course Steve isn’t with you, dummy, you’re too hot and gay”.

“You’re like one of those unstoppable power couples” NANCY’S EXPRESSION TO THIS SAYS EVERYTHING I NEED TO FUCKING KNOW!!!!!!! I DON’T EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF HERE!!!! SHE WAS SO ANNOYED WITH THAT, SHE DOESN’T THINK SHE BELONGS WITH HIM AND ITS NOT BC OF STEVE LMAO.

But then the first “platonic with a capital P” we get from Robin…it started to feel like Robin realizes maybe subconsciously what is going on. Its softer. Its not very wingman of her at that point. It feels like “hey the door is wide open”. And how Nancy looks up from her searching but then flashes her that weird smile. Like “yeah okay I guess”.

“In case thats adding any tension between us” yall…..I’ve said this to girls I thought were straight and got that same weird crunched face look Nancy does because it was like a “you goddamn idiot the tension is because i wanna kiss you”. “It wasn’t” further proves my point, like Robin, the tension is because she wanna hit.

I want to tattoo the last look Nancy gives Robin on my body before they cut to them reeling The Weekly Watcher onto the machines, she thinks Robin is a goddamn genius and wants to kiss her on the mouth.

Nancy literally has to walk away when they make eye contact, same bestie.

Okay then the journalist possesses Nancy’s body when she realizes Robin isn’t mocking her so thats it for me reading into this. But Jesus Christ dude. If you watch Natalia’s interviews often like I do, dude that woman is OBSESSED with the queer ships of the show. Other actors have played their characters queer when its not scripted and we KNOW Natalia is gunning for a Ronance kiss. She’s Ronance’s biggest fan. She’s also a vocal Stonathan supporter which may not mean she doesn’t support Jancy, but she got so bored the last time someone asked her about the love triangle. And while I love Megan Thee Stallion and her love of ST…I was like girl do you watch the interviews??? LMAO.

I am becoming a bigger Ronance supporter than I am of my other ships which is BAFFLING. But I DO NOT THINK NANCY WHEELER IS STRAIGHT. I’m starting to fully FULLY believe she’s a lesbian not even gd bi dude.

[grazieschillivera]

Imagine Spike living in your dorm and falling in love with you

A/N: takes place around season 3/ 4 ; not necessary bound to all events to the show (Spike bites reader despite his chip), english is not my native language, gif is not mine

Note: lots of fluff, angsty, some mild smut here and there

How it started

,,That's it.Giles you have to take him back.'' said Xander as he entered the house with Spike following up behind him.

 While Giles and Xander started a heated argument, you and Spike exchanged a brief glance,after looking annoyed away.

,,Well I guess thats my call.Good luck with your... baby sitting?'' you said while gathering up the books you had come for to Giles house.

,,Baby? Didn't know we use nicknames for one another love.'' said Spike with his shit eating smile when you attempted to walk past him.But he seemed to want a reaction from you.,,Besides isn't baby a poor choice of words for me. I'm almost over 200 years old.'' said Spike once again stopping you from walking outside.,,Yeah that makes your current situation even sader. After all this time still being so fucking immature.'' you said.

,,Hey just because Spike can't hurt any of us, you shouldn't be so mean to him Y/N.'' said Willow. ,,Exactly Y/N! This can't be baised on any reasonable method from any of your sociology books.'' said Spike in a mocking tone.

 ,,Oh Y/N wait! You can take Spike right? I mean you clearly have no problem with handeling Spike whether he can kill you or not.'' said Buffy.,,Handeling? I just pretend he is not here.Besides isn't that your job?'' said you.

,,Yeah but I share a dorm with Willow, there is no room for him. You literaly live in your dorm alone, so you get Spike from now on.'' said Buffy

,,...How am I supposed to live figurativly in my dorm?'' you just asked earning a bunch of pleadings from Spike to just kill him instead.

You and Spike would complain the entire way to your dorm much to the dislike of Buffy and Willow. Once the both of you had arrived in your room, Spike was all over you within seconds. ,,Took them long enough for that idea.'' you said while getting rid off his shirt. ,,If I didn't know any better I would say that was a real argument between us.'' said Spike between sloppy kisses. ,,Well maybe you really don't know it any better.'' you teased before you had to suppress a giggle when Spike shoved you up in his arms to carry you to your bed.

You both weren't exactly enemies nor friends, just two people, who happened to end up on a one nigh stand after a rather awkward encounter in the Bronze and now used one another for some good times.

 How its going

The first days were the best days you had so far on the college. Not only didn't you had to got back into an empty dorm anymore you even had someone, who couldn't keep his hands to himself and would always try to sweet-talk you to come to bed with him.,,Come on. This won't get an easier by looking at it any longer.'' said Spike when he draged you out of your chair.

On one day you were back in your dorm earlier than usually. While you sat down at your desk and read a book, you didn't notice that Spike seemed a bit on the edge. He looked at the clock, passions would start in two minutes. Normally he just didn't care what anyone would think of him but somehow he hesitated. Your giggeling and almost hidden gesture of relieve, your hand on your heart,got Spikes attention. ,,What's the matter with you?'' asked he. ,,Jane fucking Eyre! It's so good. My heart can't handle all of this.'' you said. Spike didn't notice how his eyes looked softly when you said that. He didn't know you were into those sort of stories,then he hesitated once more.,,Hey did you hear of passions?'' asked he eventually. ,,Yes! But unfortunantly my stupid antenna just won't-'' you stoped yourself when Spike just turned the TV on and the passions intro just started.,,How...?'' Spike just smiled in his guilty pleasure. You suppressed a grin when you just sat down next to him on your bed. ,,Isn't it funny that at the end Jane-'' ,,No spoilers'' you said and covered Spike mouth. That was the first time you two got to know something from one another.

 You really didn't mind Spikes distractions, that stoped you from studying, nor the empty refrigirator or the TV, that was always on, when you still had work to do. At least for the first week.

Eventually all of that gathered up tension exploded on an afternoon when you came back into your dorm after a long day. ,,What the fuck Spike? What don't you get about the term privat property?'' you asked furiously and kicked the box back underneath your bed, in which he had looked without permission.He started to complain how bored he got with you always being busy.,,Why on earth don't you just leave this town when you are so bored? Is there really no other option than staying here?'' you asked. That triggered something in him, the small smile he always wore when you two talked was gone. ,,Was it your choice to have a single dorm or was it the rest of the students who decided on that? Never thought you were so darn problematic?'' said Spike in his frustration and that triggered something within you. Your entire body freezed due to the suppressed urge to just cry out. You just truned around instead. ,,Maybe I'm dealing with a litlle break-up.'' you said. You didn't saw how amused Spike had to smile due to your small and shaky voice that stood in contrast to your still control-keeping posture. He would almost realize that he found it cute, when he wouldn't have been distracted by something better. ,,Oh wait what? Since when?'' asked Spike, who walked up to you to face you again. ,,We broke up almost a year ago, I know it's stupid but I'm not a big fan of dealing with this bullshit.'' you said and you wanted to defened yourself again but got interrupted by Spike. ,,You too? Oh great- I mean, I'm sorry.' said Spike stoping his euphoria for a second and laying his hand on your shoulder in a comforting way. Both of you looked rather confused on said hand, before you both got it away from there. Still this outcome of your argument gave you a common ground from now on in some way, despite the sex you had.

 After Spike had urged you to talk to him, rather about his break up, you both ended up on your bed with each of you listening to the other one and sharing your own story. After that and a little bit of crying, Spike will deny every attempt of you pleading that he shared a small tear as well, you opened up the last remaining snacks from your refrigirator and watched some TV. ,,Do you think Dru left me because I became boring?'' asked Spike while he shoved a bunch of vanilla ice cream in his mouth, eyes still on the TV. ,,Do you think that I'm too boring?'' you asked instead and reached for the ice cream you both shared.

That was the turning point of your routine. Instead of just fucking each other at the end of your day you would just sit together and talk while doing something simple like watching a movie (Spike asked you to rent the Star Wars movies but you already owned them, which left him almost speechless), painting Spikes nails or listening to your CDs. Spike would complain about him losing his Big-Evil Spirit that just got you eyerolling, something told you that he enjoyed himself anyways.

 Especially listening to music became one of your favourite things to do. Sometimes Spike would use that opportunity when you showed him some of your more slower favourite songs to take you by your hand to pull you close to him despite your half hearted efforts to fight you out of his grip. No complicated steps nor figures you both kept it really simple by just swooning around in slow circles looking unfarmiliar warmly at one another when you two would stop messing around. This peaceful silence and the comforting way how Spike took hold of your hand and waist, made your heart beat warmly and steadily.

But sometimes you two were up to no good, even though you decided to help Buffy and the rest you would sometimes mess around a bit with them or their plans. But they weren't the only victims.Spike often showed up to you, when you were at the liberay at night or in the shower to show you a good time, always with the fun to not get caught.

 ,,You want to know why I lost it when you were on my privat stuff?'' you asked one night. Spike didn't seem to be in the mood to talk but you continued. ,,I can't even force you to promise not to laugh but maybe that's even the point now.'' you said as pulled a box from underneath your bed out and searched for a certain VHS cassett. It showed a theather play from your school days, where you took place in it. You tried not to die next to Spike out of embarassment but at least it helped lifting up is mood according to his laughter and mocking. Your heart skiped a beat when Spike would even laugh at some of the wordplays and pop art references. ,,You don't have to laugh at this.'' you said to him. ,,Well for a really sad and amateur play, its not so bad I have to say.'' Spike said. That was the moment you couldn't control yourself anymore. ,,Oh no what is it this time?'' Spike asked. ,,Nothing its just- I wrote this theater play.'' you said a bit unsure of the outcome of this comment. So you just tried to explain yourself and jabbered about all the little things you liked about it, from the feelings to the tiny word plays. Spike looked at you as if you were his entire world to him. ,,Wait a second. Wait a bloody second. You write?'' asked Spike in utter disbelief, before you decided to take a breath in between. The way he looked at you and how his hand layed on his chest, almost poetic like gave you the idea he was also into stuff like that but he denied that he also writes.

  When you would watch TV and lay on the bed, you would be at the footboard and bend yourself over it. Spike had the best view on you and would start to lose focus on the programm. Depending on his mood he would grip you by your hips and pull you up against his chest to either just have you closer to him even if he would just say that you were in his view, or to start whispering naughty things in you ear and let his hands wander underneath your shirt.

  While you were gone, Spike would look into your books and find out that you liked to underline your favourite sentences or paragraphs. It was almost like he followed you down a path and he got himself curious were you would take him. He could sometimes clearly see why you had underlined a certain phrase and sometimes he wondered why you did that. All in all you started to become also something Spike wanted to understand fully.

When you sat down at your desk Spike would turn the TV slightly down and carefully look over to you. The way you smiled ever so slightly down at your texts whenever you seemed to understand something new or your mind lost his track of thoughts let Spike smile as well and let him almost forget to sometimes still look on the TV to not become to obvious with his feelings for you.

When it became slowly different

One evening Willow, Tara, Xander and Anya went over to your place to play some poker. Spike would complain all day when he found out about it. But after some rounds and some drinks Spike had even some fun. You were amazed at the amount of luck he had, while he was entertained by your backfires that you had for Xander, since your relationship was rather frenemies-like. You had to giggle, when Spike would win again and you could see how frustrated the rest became and Spike would join you with it. ,,What is it with the two of you? I thought you barely could stand one another?'' asked Willow, while handing over all of her remaining chips. ,,Maybe Y/N is just weird enough for Spike that they can like each other eventually.'' said Xander. ,,Weird?'' you asked. ,,I don't know you watch things like the rocky horror picture show. Isn't that stuff vampires would also like, all those weird clothes etc?'' said Xander. ,,Weird?'' asked Spike looking down at his leather jacket. ,,Just because everthing beyond graphic shirts and the missionary position is out of your comfort zone doesn't mean that its weird Xander.'' you cassualy explained while sipping at your drink having Spike almost choking on his smoke when he started to laugh.,,Fuck off Y/N I told you that in a state of trust.'' said Xander. The remaining evening was spent with you two taking every chance you could to annoy Xander and giggel at silent approvel at another. Spike always found him smiling behind his cards, letting everybody think he sucked at poker, but in reality he smiled due to the fact that you had stood up for him in some way.

,,So you had fun tonight?'' you asked when the group had left your dorm. ,,Not that bad.Still felt a bit like a double date right?'' Spike said while rubbing the back of his neck and looking at you, while you walked past him with the left over drinks.,,Well because it was in fact.'' you said earning an unsure smile from Spike. ,,Come on, haven't you noticed what's going between Willow and Tara? Well maybe it's your age.'' you teased before going into the bathroom, not noticing how Spike punched his palm in a non verbal curse to himself.

One evening the entire group went to a party from the Initiative. Instead of spending the evening together at that place you and Spike would split up and look out for some new companion, just for the night. Nothing personal, you both concluded like reasonable adults, just in order of trying something new. But after a good hour after checking out the people of the party you came to the conclusion that they all kind of sucked compared to the good times you were now used to with your inofficial dorm mate. Spike became a bit irritated as he realised that as well. Just in time before he attempted to leave the party Anya came to him and they both ended up in a quiet corner and talked about their former partners. When Spike wanted to complain further about his situation Anya disrupted him, reminding him that he had you now but Spike hesitated to nod in agreement. ,,What isn't the sex not good enough?'' Anya asked. ,,Hey you're fucking Xander don't forget that.''  said Spike lightening up his cigarette. ,,Damn see that's the thing, I hate him sometimes but the sex-'' Anya said but Spike stoped him explaining that he didn't want to hear more, it was just meant as an insult. ,, Either way if you want to be happy again you should decide wether you still want her or not. I mean there are enough other boys.'' said Anya.

You just pushed a guy away from you on your way too Spike and Anya. You legs got a bit weak after some drinks but you were clearly in a good mood, now that you had gathered up some new confidence. ,,What is it with you?'' asked Spike, who couldn't hide his amusement due to you being all giggely and proudly smiling. You held your finger up, showing him to wait and after some seconds one of your favourite songs started and you began to slighty bang your head to the beat. ,,You sit here looking so borred, I thought some tastful music might help.'' you said before you sat down on the armrest of the couch. ,,So not your best evening either?'' asked Spike and laid his arm around your back. You shook your head in disapprovment and Spike got a bit scared that you might have found someone at the party. ,,I had to pay ''the DJ'' twenty bucks for him changing the music but he was so drunk that he didn't notice when I took them back. So we still can take a taxi that can bring us the entire way back.''  you said fully consumed in your superiority and held them up. ,,But those are fifhty bucks dear and I will drive us back.'' said Spike now even more amused. Right, that was the fault in your plan you finally figured out. His laugther made your heart melt even though you hid your face in shame. ,,But I appreciat it. I will take this as money for the gas.'' said Spike. Your hand moved faster than Spikes did, preventing him from taking the money.,,Or I will take this as your part for my rent.''. Spike had no interest in the money but he lived for those little dances you two had. The way you talked back to him or steped in his way and the glance you gave him with this dearing yet soft smile, all this made him want you even more. You came up with the idea to spend the money on some food later, cause their is nothing better than fast food after some drinking. Spike just kissed you in agreement, but not only to your plans.

After the party you looked through Spikes CDs and excitedly played some tracks while you enjoyed the ride back to the your dorm. But before you could arrive you fell asleep. Spike noticed when he didn't got any answers back from you. You laid there so peacfully just as Dru when she did the last time she was in his car. You even fell so easily in his lap, when he pulled you over in his arm, while driving one handed. But you wanted him to stay, you expected him to stay with you, unlike Drusila, he had to force to stay with him. Maybe you were in fact different.

Late at night when you both laid in your bed, with only dimed lights and almost on the edge on falling alseep you had Spike lying some inches lower than you and carising your neck and kissing it sloppily. You coudln't believe yourself when you had offered him to feed from you when you realized you haven't seen him eating something the entire day. ,,But not from there.'' you said and had to push Spike away from your neck. ,,This spot is way to tickelish.. and maybe a bit erogenitc.'' you had to admit, feeling how your cheeks became hot. Spike just had to laugh at that irony. After convincing you that you had nothing to worry about he would start to kiss your lips and then your neck, smiling in amusement when you had to suppress a giggle before he would carefully bite you, while gripping your body in a soft but possesiv way, making it to an unsual intimate situation. ,,Now I'm starting to think you're just using me for your vampire kink.'' said Spike when he pulled his hand away from your panties while kissing the remaining blood away from your neck, enjoying the little giggles he got from you. You denied his accusations and defended that he started to use you first for your dorm.

 The sex felt different as well.Not that it hasn't been playful between you two before but Spike teased you more and edged you multiple times to have you beg for him. Always when you would say that it was him you wanted, he became even more passionate, almost losing himself while kissing you deeply. And sometimes he would just take his time to make sure he made you feel good. His gaze searched for yours to try to read your feelings when he touched you this way. He would use this calm and almost romantic athmosphere to tell you how stunning you looked and how good you made him feel. It was almost as if you two made love. After it he would lay behind you, his arm laying above your head in a hidden attempt to hold you. His mind wasn't quiet as usual after the sex, quite the opposite in fact. He had so many things he wanted to know about you, everything from your favourite quotes and their meanings to you to your thoughts about the two of you. He wanted to know how your day was and if you were still sad about your break up from your ex.But whenever he had the chance to ask you he would stay quiet until you had fallen asleep.,,So whats your favourite Star Wars movie?'' he managed to ask on one evening. And even though it wasn't really the most burning question he had on his mind, but he still enjoyed every moment of your answer to it.

 It's not that he wasn't used to the feeling of love. He just wasn't used to it with someone else than Dru giving him this feeling.

The point were it became complicated

 Despite the romantic feelings you both had for one another neither of you had the courage to officialy show it the to the world nor yourself. There was just something that kept you away from charing it.

 To get a reaction from Spike you planed on something. You would start to talk about a friend from you, how nice he has been lately to you and how he had asked you out. But every time you told some of those things Spike would stay rather unbothered, saying he would just stay in and that he wished you good luck. Thanks to that you really had your friend picking you up from your dorm, to show Spike that you weren't lying , even if you were in reality. That lead you to spend an evening at your friends dorm crying in frustration about his unbotheredness and your unfortunat situation, now there really wasn't a way to tell him how you felt.

  You had no interest in going back to your dorm for that night. Instead you knocked on the door of Buffy and Willow's dorm. There came no answer so you just walked in but immediately freezed on your spot, when you saw Buffy in Spike's arms, kissing him. Both of them didn't even bother looking to you. ,,Y/N you have to help me, I think I'm-'' but you didn't even listen to Willow, you just had to go. You felt so stupid for thinking Spike might liked you in a special way or that this fake date from you would be a good idea. But more over you felt ugly, since you had shared so much with him and now you stood there all by yourself again and lose from every facade. And it hurt.

  It was almost dawn when someone knocked on your door, making your chaotic stream of consciousnee stop. But you didn't open the door. There was no way you were in for another confrontation with Spike where you got hurt. But maybe one where he got hurt. You opened the door and before Spike could even take a breath you started talking. The beginng was good, your voice was strong and your words formed into one massiv insult how stupid and pitiful you've found this situation with buffy. Only when you started to question his acting your voice died away and your words started to build uncertain phrases, full of questions rather than confrontations. You had stoped when you realised how stupid you sounded. Spike, who had to keep himself under control to not just take you in his arms and press your fragile little figure to him.He took the chance to explain that Willow had caused this due to her uncontrolled magic powers. There was no motive or free will behind those actions which you had to see and that he had to first wash his mouth before he came back to your dorm. ,,I guess your date wasn't caused by Willow as well?'' he asked when you remained silent. You explained to him that he was just a friend and that you made all of this up to get a reaction from him.

When your eyes started to tear up you couldn't see how worried Spike looked down at you. You only felt his hand on your left cheek. ,,No need for tears. I'm not mad at you, why should I anyways'' Spike said that gained him even some more tears. ,,Thats the thing. You just don't care! But I want you to. That's why I came up with this stupid fake-date. I wanted to see if there was something within you that would made you feel … something, anything, I don't know.'' you said ashamed and hid you face behind your hand. Seconds passed and you thought Spike walked away, but instead he fought silenty with himself before he gently took your hand down from your face and brought it to his chest. ,,Y/N you managed to make me feel everything within the last weeks, even something I thought I would never feel some time ago. I just have you rather around me free from any boundaries than scaring you away with my honest feelings for you in case you don't want them.I love you...Y/N?'' said Spike. You could feel how low but strong Spikes heart punched against your palm. And then you realised how softhearted and kind Spike was in fact, how he was that way to you. ,,I want them. A-and I have the same for you, ever since I had the feeling you understand me.''. You both stoped the talking and just fell into each other arms, relieved that the truth found its way out for good.

[maximofflady]

A dinner with you lead to dating pt. 2

May Parker x fem reader

Warning: slight smut, swearing

It’s been a few days since May and I had our first kiss and our first date is coming up in 2 days. I’ve been doing my best to not give any idea that I’m interested in someone. I tell you these kids, they can read anything and know about your life. Especially MJ and if MJ thinks she knows something she will straight up tell you. She keeps staring at me and giving me weird looks… I think she knows or she is just trying to read me. Either way I don’t like it.

It’s finally the night of the date, more specifically 2hrs before I have to leave to pick up May. She said that Peter’s going to be at Ned’s house tonight so we don’t have to worry about him tonight. I am wearing a nice navy blue button up with black slacks and pairing it with a black leather jacket. I hope this looks good enough for May. I get to May’s apartment and knock at the door. May opens the door and is in a beautiful floral dress that comes up to her knees. “Y-you look amazing May” I give her a smile and hold out my hand for her to take.

“Thank you, you look beautiful yourself” May says while grabbing your hand and coming out into the hallway and locking her door. We get to the restaurant and get seated.

“Good evening what can I get you both started to drink with?” Our waiter asks. I look at the list of wine and choose a nice Merlot. He comes back and pours our drinks for us then takes our food orders.

“So May, what do you do? What’s is the thing that tickles your fancy?” May let’s out a laugh and shakes her head.

“Oh my never say it like that again” she laughs a little more and it’s the most beautiful sound ever. “I love helping people, that what I do. What made you get into teaching let alone teaching photography?”

“Thats an admirable thing you do helping people out of the kindness of your heart. I also want to help people teaching helping shape minds. Photography is my true passion I absolutely love capturing life’s moments and memories especially ones where people are not expecting it. I’m actually also the counselor at Peters school and am working to getting my doctorate for psychology” I tell May and I see she is actually listening not just pretending to. She’s interested in what I’m saying.

“Some can say what you do is admirable, you know. I think it’s amazing that you are going to get your doctorate, it that a fall back plan? I would love to see some of your photos sometime too.” We both continue to talk and get to know each other, conversation between us is really easy and there are no awkwardness either. The waiter comes back awhile later and I pay right away. May and I decide to go for a walk around the park then I take her home. “Thank you for tonight” May says outside her door.

“It was my pleasure darling. I hope we can do it again sometime I had a great time.” I sincerely tell May.

“I had a great time too sweetheart.” May says then I feel her pull me close to her and kiss me hard. She pulls away and says “do you want to come in?”

“Yes, I would love to May” May unlocks her door then pulls me in and pushes me up against the door without any hesitation. “Oh- May” I moan out.

“Is this okay sweetheart?” May ask concern washing over her face.

“Yes, god yes” May smiles and the lust returns to her eyes.

“Good, cause I want you and I want you now.” May pulls you to the couch and straddles your lap. She starts kissing down my neck over my collarbone and start to unbutton my shirt. Restlessly she rips it open and unbuttons my pants and pulls those down so I’m only in my bra and underwear. “I’ll fix your shirt later baby, I just need you now” I let out a moan and start to buck my hips.

“Please May, I need you. I need to feel you” right after I say that May rips the rest of my clothing off me and undresses herself as well. “Oh god your the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, May” May let’s out a growl and kisses me hard. She puts her leg in between mine and presses down right where I need her most. I start to rub myself up and down trying to get some friction but it’s not enough.

“Relax babygirl, let me take care of you. You want my fingers baby?” Right before I can respond she inserts a finger in and slowly starts to pump in and out. “Your so tight and wet for me baby. Fu*k is this all because of me babygirl?” I nod and she adds another finger and has her thumb circling my clit.

“Oh fu*k May… this is all for you. Your the only one who’s made me this wet. Please I need you to go faster.. please let me cum” after I say this she speeds up her pace and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Let it go babygirl, cum for me baby” May husks in my ear and I let out the loudest moan I’ve ever had and cum hard on her fingers.

“Fu*k May” I say and giver her a kiss.

“That was so fu*king hot sweetheart.” May says giving me a kiss.

“Oh it’s your turn now darling” and with that I flip us over and start kissing her down her neck and to her breast. I give her nipple some attention I lick and suck it I go on the side of her boob and leave a hickey. I do the same to the other boob as well. I kiss down her stomach to her thighs. “Look at you darling. So wet and I haven’t even tasted you yet.”

“F-fu*k y/n I need you now please just fu*k me sweetheart” May moans out and who are you to keep your girl waiting. I lick a long stride then continue the motion getting faster and faster. Then I stick my tongue in and out of her. “O-o-oh god more please.” I suck on her clit and put 2 fingers in her and start pumping in and out. “I’m so close baby, right there” May’s hips start to spasm and then she cums all over my fingers, I lick her clean then pull away when she gets over sensitive. “Fu*k baby that was amazing” I move up to her and kiss her.

“How about we go and take a bath baby?” May lazily nods her head and I get up to star the bath. When it’s at the right temperature and height I go and pick up May and put her in the tub then I get in behind her. “Darling… I know we only had one date but I think it’s the right time to ask… will you be my girlfriend?”

May turns around and gives me a kiss “I was just going to ask you that sweetheart, of course I’ll be your girlfriend.” After we bath and relax a bit we go to May’s room and fall asleep. I am awaken by someone shouting for May… I roll over and feel May still in bed I snuggle closer to her. The shouting is getting louder and louder. I realize who is shouting Peter… I wake May up and she looks around for clothes to throw on and then hears knocking at the door “You need to hid now” I get on the floor on the other side of the bed and throw the covers over me. May opens the door and there is Peter standing there. “Yes Peter, what’s going on?”

“May, you will not believe who I just met.. wait… why are their clothes in the hallway.. Oh May I’m sorry I’ll tell you later, going to the park” Peter rushes out and practically runs out the door. When I hear the front door shut I get up.

“That was close.” May into nods, “what’s wrong?” May just points at me and I look down realizing I’m naked still. “Oh sh*t sorry” I grab some clothes off the floor and cover up.

“We can’t tell Peter just yet sooo… you gotta leave baby. I will talk to you later.” May picks up my clothes and gives them to me then drags me to the front door and gives me a kiss.

“I’ll see you later darling” May smiles and I start to walk away and hear her door shut. I quickly get the heck outta there before Peter can see and and head home.

[thr-333]

Alright let's see If i can write my brain noise in a way that makes sense. Something that’s been bothering me lately is when people refer to characters in Helluva boss as villains. Crazy take but there are no villains. Antagonists? Absolutely! But there's a difference between those two things. Opposing or antagonising the main characters is not the same thing as being a villain.

A villain is someone that works against a hero usually with opposing morals or goals. An antagonist is someone who challenges a protagonist usually on a personal level. A villain can be an antagonist but an antagonist isn’t necessarily a villain. For example if a story were to focus on a villain as a main character they are the protagonist while the hero is their antagonist. Antagonist is a much more dynamic title than ‘villain’ and far more fitting for a show about assassins set in hell.

Take Asmodeus and Fizzarolli, they are assholes for sure(I still love them) but this is hell! That’s kind of a prerequisite. Being an asshole is exactly the persona Blitz himself adopts and I’d say early Loona was more of an asshole than these two managed to be(not a dig at her). They roasted the fuck out of Blitz, Stolas and the M&M’s but thats the role of an antagonist, they didn’t even hurt anyone.

Verosika is in the same vein. But her and Blitz’s argument in their episode boiled down to pettiness over a parking spot and while that would be a hilarious villain origin story this is typical ex stuff. There's no wider motive here, in a week Verosika will be gone and they’ll have their parking spot back; they're just getting on each other's nerves in the meantime.

The one that has a bit more weight to him is Striker, he’s the only one that has actively tried to harm the main gang. His main threat is that he’s out to assassinate Stolas, but guys he’s out to ASSASSINATE Stolas. Oh no if only there was some other character in the series who was an assassin to compare him to! And yes you could say Stolas’ death is worse because it could have a larger effect on hell. But IMP was literally hired in the pilot to kill a high profile target convincing people global warming is real. Not trying to insult IMP or say they’re villains just saying you can’t call Striker a villain for doing the same thing. Neither party has the moral high ground here so you can’t really point to one and call them a villain.

Then there’s Stella and I’d say she falls more under ‘crime of passion’ than villain. If she was looking to kill Stolas for his wealth, fame, mansion, station, etc then maybe. But she’s not, she is pissed and wants him dead with no suggestion of ulterior motives. It doesn't make her right but in a world where morals are so inherently skewed it also doesn't make her wrong.

Are any of these hell born nice people? Of course fucking not. They’re all assholes and all of them are likely murderers but hey so is IMP! I said it before but this doesn't mean that IMP are the ‘true villains of the series’ or some shit. It means they live in a fucked up world where anyone can get away with anything and calling anyone in that situation a villain is a stretch because that's just how it be.  A villain is a moral opposition to a protagonist. An Antagonist is a PERSONAL opposition to a protagonist and that's the role these characters play.

And boy do they play it well.

We love the main characters, they’re fucked up and they do fucked up things but they’re just so charming and get the right development that you root for them regardless. When the antagonists attack the characters it’s all personal. Personal jabs, digging up weaknesses, making characters spiral, messing with them, thats what antagonists do. They’re mean to the characters we love and that makes them and US cry. Which is exactly what a group of badass assassins capable of cutting you down need as foils attacking emotionally instead of physically. But that doesn't make them villains, it makes them really effective antagonists. They have a job and they do it superbly.

So in conclusion. Stop calling them villains PLEASE it’s become an irrational pet peeve of mine and now I can’t stop thinking about it D:

Oh there's also D.H.O.R.K.S. but honestly they’d be what passes as heroes in this crazy fucked up world. They at the very least are doing something to stop these maniac mass murders even if it’s framed as pretty self-serving with how their first thought is always to prove corporate wrong.

As for the Cherubs(who I forgot about until now) they’re just about the only characters with strong morals(or at least pretending to have them). They’d be antagonists in the episode they were in but if they came back for another episode I’d say they have changed pretty drastically so it’s hard to say.

[kass-storycorner]

Hello!! i stumbled across your works and i absolutely fell inlove with your writing (especially the angsty ones)

Can i jump on the angst train and request a fic with a line that goes "I'm here, you dont have to wait anymore," with childe? Like maybe the reader told childe that theyll wait for him no matter how long it takes (and maybe a sprinkle of argument) but something happened that made the reader be on the brink of death. With or without comfort/happy ending is up to u!!

first of all thank you so much for the request! and it really makes me so happy to hear that you like my writing, especially my angst haha secondly I am so sorry that this took so long, since I saw this ask in my inbox I couldn't stop thinking about it and finished the first part of this pretty quickly - only to be stuck at how to end it (and actually fulfill the request haha). right now i am not really happy with the ending, though I feel like this is the best I can currently do! I really hope you enjoy, please let me know if it was alright haha (also I fear that I didn't really...wrote Childe in-character, I don't know)

Waiting for you

Genre: Angst, Hurt, comfort at the end

Characters: Childe x gn!reader (Childe is referred by is actual name by the reader, but outside of dialog he's called Childe)

Format: bullet points (backstory) + Text (actual fic, answer to the prompt)

Word count: 4324

Content warning: veeeery slight spoiler warning for the Liyue quests, its literally just one sentence and I tried to keep it as ambigious as possible, slight cursing (using the word bitch too, though thats the only instance of using gendered-vocab for the reader, i still wrote them gn!), mention of blood, mild violence, not proof-read ahah when will i ever do that

you can find the fic under the cut, have fun reading!

You and Childe knew each other since you were just little kids – him and his family being neighbours had meant you always ended up playing with him and his siblings, though you both got along the best.

On more than one occasion you both just ran off to somewhere no one could disturb you, your secret hideout, trading stories of great warriors from outside of Snezhnaya you heard the fishermen at the docks talk about.

Most people and children were wary of Childe, he was always the one who wanted to ‘play-fight’, which ended most of the time with the other kid running home, crying. However, you were the exception, always able to beat him or at least have a tie. Your parents, especially your father, hated it when you came back home with bruises on your arm, a bright smile and telling how you beat Childe up that day. He never felt like Childe was someone you should surround yourself with, but he kept quite for your younger years, also thanks to your mother who wasn’t fond of the fighting either but saw how much time with Childe meant to you.

Things however changed after Childe fell into the Abyss.

It was apparent how violent he got after it, even his own family was completely helpless when it came to him. So his father send him off to join the Fatui, which was a very controversial decision in the small town you both called home – most were happy to not have Childe be around anymore, for he picked up more and more fights and became more violent, but even within Snezhnaya the Fatui have a bad reputation, so most people were convinced that he would only become even worse.

Your father was one of those who was happy, but also concerned. Your mother died shortly after Childe fell into the Abyss, so your father forbade you any contact with Childe.

This, however, did not work. After Childe had to leave Morespesok you kept in touch through letters and whenever he was in town you always met up in secret.

The letters you send each other turned sweeter the older you got, changing the feelings for friendship you both felt for each other slowly into a romantic love. Childe always ended his letter with saying that he would return soon and you always with “I’ll be waiting for you Ajax”.

You always looked forward to his letters and so did he for yours. When he came back to Morespesok after every mission he had to do for the Fatui you both would meet up in your secret hideout. This place became your save haven. Conversations, hugs, kisses and even more – everything that wasn’t written in a letter between you two happened there.

Childe was fine with this and so were you. He didn’t want people to know there was someone he loved as much as he loved you, as one of the Harbringers of the Fatui it could endanger you. You on the other hand were fine with it because, even though you had no understanding for why your father forbad you the relationship with Childe, you couldn’t stomach to disappoint him. After all he was your father and you loved him dearly, no matter how much you both might disagree on things.

Still, you longed for something more – with Childe and for your own life. You wanted to travel too; you haven’t had the chance to leave Morespesok past the few neighbouring villages. So, when Childe wrote to you that after his next visit, which would only be a few days long, he was going to Liyue and didn’t knew for how long he had to stay there – you asked him in your reply if you could join him. Him writing that it wasn’t possible and better for you to stay in Morespesok and just wait for him hurt, but you understood. You are fine with waiting for him, you always were.

You were expecting a sad but loving last night with Childe before he had to leave, ending with a bittersweet goodbye. You weren’t expecting what happened instead.

Childe was angry, it was clear to see. The moment he stepped into your secret hideout you knew something was off – how he averted your eyes, how he didn’t return your kiss with a passionate one, like usual. “Ajax”, you purred in a sweet voice, “what’s wrong?”. You tried to take his hand, but he only pulled it away. Ah, that was unusual. He never refused your touch, no matter how angry he was before. “There is nothing wrong, I just was curious if there is something you want to tell me?”, he replied in a bitter tone, not even looking at you. It took you completely off guard; you saw him be angry or sulky before, you two had your fair share of arguments in the past, but somehow this was different. “No, there is nothing except for the fact that I missed you very much,” you told him, but you could feel how you started to become irritated. When you saw him two days ago visiting your family’s shop with Teucer he gave you a warm and loving smile, winking at you when he handed you that piece of paper asking to meet up tonight. What had happened in between that made him act like this? “Tsk, fine,” and with that he was on his way out. You moved quickly in front of him, blocking the way out. “Now wait a moment, would you kindly tell me what is going on here?”. He just quietly looked at you for a few seconds before he shoved you aside. “AJAX!”, you couldn’t hide your irritation and growing anger anymore, burying your fingers in his arm in order to stop him from leaving. “What did I do to make you be angry at me?”. “It doesn’t matter”, Childe replied coldly, while trying to get you to loosen your grip on his arm. “Now let me go and run home to your father and your fiancé, I bet they are already asking where you are right now.” “My what?” you replied with bewilderment. “Childe, is that why you are angry with me? Because you think I am engaged to someone else?”. Honestly, you would find this situation hilarious if it weren’t for the fact that Childe still looked at you with a sour face. “Well, I don’t think you are engaged to someone else; I know you are. Your father was really excited about the whole thing when he told me, he even invited me to your wedding, granted if I could find the time.” As he said this, he noticed how your face was a combination of confusion and anger. And oh yes, were you angry. Angry at your father for telling such blatant lies and at Childe for believing them, confused as to why he would even believe your father in the first place. “Ajax, I-“you let go of his arm, pinching the bridge of your nose and letting out a deep sigh. “I am engaged to no one, never was. I didn’t tell you this, because I didn’t want to upset you or worry you needlessly, but maybe I should’ve done it. My father continuously tries to marry me off whenever he finds anyone, he deems a worthy suitor. I guess he might have found one of your letters, though he never said anything about it, but I can’t explain why he suddenly started to become so interested in my marital status. Every few weeks he brings another person home, tells me I should marry them, for me to turn those poor fools down and tell my father he should stop. Most accept it that I have no interest in them, some stick around for a few weeks until the realise that nothing will come of it, but yeah. Ask anyone, Archons ask your family, it’s already a running joke here.” You expected the atmosphere to become less tense after you explained the whole situation to him, for him to even turn it into a joke and to apologise for his behaviour. Instead, it just grew more tense. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”, his voice still being cold, underneath it you could hear how angry he still was. “Because it wasn’t important, at least not to me. Honestly Ajax, I don’t see what the issue is here. I am not engaged and I do not plan to agree to one unless-“, you stopped yourself right there. ‘Unless it’s you who’s asking’, is what you wanted to say. You could feel how your heart fluttered even just at the thought. Childe, however, did not notice where you were going with your last sentence, too

occupied with his own anger. “Unless what?”. “It doesn’t matter, can’t we just drop the topic and enjoy our first and last night in months with each other without fighting?”, this was your last offer of peace, hoping he would finally calm down. But you knew deep down – Childe never was one to back out of a fight. “No no no, continue, tell me what you wanted to say!”, his voice growing louder and louder with every word. “Ajax, let it be,” you really weren’t in the mood for anything tonight anymore and the least you wanted to do was discuss your wish of a future with him. “No, I won’t. Tell me, because I would love to know. Or don’t, you can also just go and choose one of the various suitors your father picked out for you to fuck, I bet you really enjoy it how they are all standing in line for you,” he spit his words out, full of anger and disgust. This was the final straw for you, it was apparent that Childe choose words that he knew would hurt you with intent and it made you explode. “You know what? I’ve had enough!”, you screamed at him, feeling how tears were pooling in the corner of your eyes. Not out of sadness or because his words hurt, those were tears of pure rage. “You come in here, after I haven’t seen you in weeks, before you leave for an unspecified amount of time and all you have to do is pick a fight? Fine, here have a fight! You are unhappy that I didn’t tell you how my father wants to force me in a marriage I don’t want to be in? Boho, I am so so sorry for you Ajax. Really, I can’t fathom to imagine how much you must struggle with this, but oh well, life must be so hard when you keep travelling around Teyvat. Because I really can’t imagine how life would be outside this place, what it’s like to have anything to do. Have you ever noticed, ever realised how much I hate it? Hate the wating? Because that’s all I do! I wait for your letters, and I wait for you to return. All I ever do I wait, wait, wait. Wait for you to come home yes and wait for you to finally be ready for something, anything more!”, the tears were now streaming down your hot, angry face. Childe just looked at you, waiting for you to end what you had to say. “I am tired of waiting! I am tired of keeping us hidden, yes, I agreed to it too in the beginning, but now? Dammit, Ajax. I don’t want to be left alone here when you go to Liyue, I don’t want to wait if I don’t know for how long I should wait. I just- “it became harder for you to speak, sobs interrupting you every few seconds. “I wish you would let me join you.” Except for your sobs, which you tried to supress, silence fell over the two of you. Childe just stood there in front of you, watching how you tried to stop the tears. “You know I can’t take you with me. It’s… it’s not safe,” he said after a while. You didn’t expect for him to change his mind, however his words didn’t make you feel any better… on the contrary they made you feel even feel worse. “Leave me alone,” was all you could tell him in that moment. You didn’t want to have him near you, you didn’t want to see his stupid face or look at his sad, blue eyes. Right now, you only wanted to be alone. “(Y/N)”, Childe began softly, wanting to take you in his arms but the look you gave him made him stop dead in his tracks. “Please, I need to be alone now”. The atmosphere was heavy, both of you didn’t want to part on bad terms but – right now wasn’t the right moment to make up. “I will leave you alone, but (Y/N)”, he said, looking at you with regret about how he acted just earlier, “please wait for me.” You scoffed at his words. Wait for him, again. “(Y/N)”, you turned away, so you didn’t have to see his face when he spoke your name again. “(Y/N), please. Please promise me that you will wait for me, I’ll come back, I promise you and I will make up for this… and for making you always wait for me. I promise. You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice.” At the mention of the nursery rhyme you had to chuckle a bit. “The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend,

the frost will freeze your tongue off, so you never lie again,” you finished it, looking back at him. “Fine, I’ll wait. But leave now.” And with that Childe left you alone, leaving Morespesok for Liyue the next day.

It has been a few months now since Childe came to Liyue and while his endeavours here were more or less successful, what was on his mind most of the days was you and how you both parted. He wanted to kick himself in the arse for how he acted that day, for making you so angry and for making you cry. The worst however is how you haven’t written him a single letter yet and Childe, though he would never admit it because of his pride, was too scared to send you one first. That he should be the first one to send you a letter was something he was aware of but still – he couldn’t find the right words. What should he write? Every time he sat down at his desk, looking at the piece of paper in front of him… he was never able to make it past “Dear (Y/N)”, and even with this he wasn’t sure, maybe “Beloved” would sound better? Childe would’ve even considered asking Zhongli for advice, however after finding out that Childe was just a pawn in his plans – he still considers Zhongli a friend, but before he could ask for advice the feeling of betrayal needs to fade out. And now he got the order to return to Snezhnaya by the end of the next month… he felt so anxious at the thought of seeing you again, not even knowing what happened with you the past months. So in the letter to his family in which he announced is return, Childe asked them, after months of not hearing anything from or about you, how you were. When he held the letter of his family in his hands, he started to feel nervous, it included the answer of your wellbeing. He knew you would keep your promise, but still. What if when not? Reading the contents of the letter, however, made him wish that he had asked sooner. Childe couldn’t stop reading the few lines his family wrote about you over and over again.

You asked about (Y/N) wellbeing in your last letter. Ajax, we wish we could tell you some more pleasant news than this, but we haven't seen or heard anything of (Y/N) for a week now. No one really knows where they might be, the last we know is that they left their home after a fight with their father, but there is nothing more we can tell you.

After reading those few lines, the letter already crumply at the edges from the way he held onto it, Childe decided to immediately make his way back home. In his opinion it didn't matter if he returned sooner than ordered and that was a problem he will face later. For now, he wanted to know what had happened to you, because he couldn't, didn’t want to, believe that you left Morepesok... you promised that you would wait for him. But doubt crept into his heart and his mind - you were so frustrated with waiting, he noticed it before you even said anything that night. However, he kept ignoring it. It wasn't like that Childe didn't also wish for more, to build a home with you, to spend more time with you. The feeling of not being good enough for you, something your father and others in Morepesok made clear to him since your childhood together, and the fear of putting a visible target on your back by being by your side... all of it held him back.

The way back home only took him a few days and when he came close to his village, seeing the once so well-known roofs and chimney of the houses, he took a junction into the woods, making his way to the secret hideout of you two. When he arrived, he noticed how it looked lived in, at first a relive for Childe, until he saw the traces of a fight - and blood on the floor. He was quick to follow the trail of blood, the father he went away from the hideout the more blood was on the ground. Suddenly he could hear a strangers voice in the distance.

"Answer me you stupid bitch!", you felt a hand pulling you up by your hair, but you were already too tired, too beaten up and injured to even respond to that violent pull. All you tried to do was to keep your hands on your stomach, trying to stop the blood from gushing out. You could barely remember what had happened, how you got there. It all started over a week ago, when you father came with another suitor wanting to marry you. Like always you turned him down, saying you had no interest in marriage, this time however he wasn't as understand as the others were. The whole thing ended in you having a huge fight with your father about it, he tried to pressure you even more than usual to take that fella as your husband. It made you sick, you just couldn't stomach being around him anymore. You always wanted to make him happy, always feared of disappointing him. But this? Him asking you to marry a random person? It was something you just couldn't do. So you went away, ran out to the little hideout planning to stay there until Childe came back. You wanted to wait for him - you even got over your stupid pride and sent away a letter for him earlier this morning... and maybe this was your mistake. Carefully you tried not to be noticed by the people in your village, you didn’t want anyone to worry about you, however you also didn’t want to explain your disappearance for the last few days. The man who your father tried you to accept as a fiancé however seemed to have spotted you when you left the post-office. It was already too late when you realised that you were followed - the man made his way into the place that was only meant for you and Childe. After that your memory started to get blurry, how was that even possible it just had happened. He attacked you, you fought back, though the man was just stronger... you ran away, feeling the blood already coming from your stomach. Your body started to become weaker, your legs grew heavier and slower until you fell. Now he was above you, grabbing your hair and screaming. It was hard to even focus on what that man said to you, too tired grew your body and mind. 'I have to stay awake', you thought. It was clear that if you lost consciousness now... well, who knows what would happen then, you only knew it wouldn't be good. You had to wait for Childe, you had to be there when he got home.

There were more than a few things in Childes live he wished he never had to see. Seeing your limp body, blood streaming out of your stomach which you could barley cover with your hand, your hair in the hands of some stranger and your eyes struggling to stay open – yes, Childe wished this was something reserved for his nightmares, not for the reality he had to face now. It didn’t even take second for him to react at that sight, swiftly being next to that man and cutting his hand off with one of his blades, kicking the rest of him away. Childe would have loved to take his time with that man, torture him, make him regret that he was born, but what was more important was to stop your bleeding. Quickly Childe sat down next to you on the ground, using his scarf to stop the bleeding. “Ajax,” he could hear you whisper quietly. “Hey, I’m here, everything is fine, everything is going to be okay.” You desperately tried to keep your eyes open, to look at him. He was a mess, his eyes filled with fear and panic spread across his face. Never had you seen him with such an expression. For only what felt a few seconds you closed your eyes and then – “Hey, (Y/N) hey, open your eyes, talk to me”, you opened them and realised that you were in Childes arms now, his eyes switching from you to what was apparently the way to Morepesok. “Ajax…”, it was so cold. When did it became so cold again? “I waited for you and now you’re here… I waited. Kept my promise.” The last few words came out slurred. “Yes, I'm here, you don’t have to wait anymore. I promise you don’t have to wait for me ever again, just please-“ his breathing was heavy, he ran as fast as he could to the village in the hopes that the healers there could help you, that there was anyone who was able to help you now. “Please, don’t close your eyes, okay?” Before you could even answer him that you will try to keep them open you could already feel yourself slip out of conscious again. All you could say before everything went dark was his name again. “Ajax…”

The first thing you noticed was a warm hand on yours. Even before you opened your eyes you knew which hand it was. “Ajax,” you were a bit shocked at the sound of your own voice. It sounded so weak. You opened your eyes, seeing into those deep blue eyes looking at you. “(Y/N)”, he didn’t sound any better. Only now you started to notice the dark circles under his eyes and how his hair looked even messier than usual. Was he by your side the whole time? “How are you feeling?”. “Better than you apparently”, you joked, weakly grinning at him. He smiled back, rubbing the backside of your hand with his thumb. “I’m glad you’re better,” he replied quietly, looking down at the hand he was holding. “I’m glad you’re here.” At that his smile faded, turning into a sad expression and you already knew what this meant. “Don’t tell me…” “I’m sorry, I wasn’t even supposed to be here just yet and my early departure from Liyue apparently has caused some issues and… well, I was able to stay here until you woke up. The deal was when you wake up or-, well that doesn’t matter now. The deal was that I had to go back and fix the damage I caused once you wake up, which is honestly way more generous than I had anticipated.” You didn’t really understand what he was exactly talking about, you were still tired, but all you knew was that he had to go again. There wasn’t any energy left in your body to hold back the tears that were now falling down your face. Childe cupped your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “Hey, listen,” he said softly. “I promise you won’t have to wait for too long, when you recovered, I will send for you.” At this your ears peaked, looking at Childe with hopeful eyes. “Send for me, you mean-?”. “Yes, this time around I’ll be the one waiting for you to arrive in Liyue and not you’re waiting for me to come home.” At that you threw your arms around his neck wanting to hug him, causing you to hiss in pain. You forgot that you still had a stomach wound. “Careful now”, he laughed a bit at how enthusiastic you were about the news that you forgot your injury. “You promise that I will really join you in Liyue?”, you still couldn’t fully believe that he really was fine with it. “You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice,” you leaned back and held your pinkie up in the air. Childe smiled at you softly, interlocking his pinkie with yours. “The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze your tongue off, so you never lie again.”