#you know the way straight men totally look at their best friend like he puts all the stars in the sky?
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I constantly think about friends to lovers (quite literally lovers) w/ Bob. Like imagine being childhood friends who totally like each inter but don’t say anything until the reader visits Bob in Miramar and hangman or rooster goes up to her and hits on her and Bob finally snaps. That night he makes sure that the next day that the reader is off limits
"What the hell is your problem Floyd?"
One minute you were trying to politely (but also firmly) turn down Jake Seresin's advances and the next minute your best friend of two decades was leading you out of the bar.
It was another thing to add on the list of weird shit Bob had done since you arrived in Miramar.
First was the way his welcoming hug had lingered, how he buried his face into your hair. Then it was how he licked his lips whenever he saw you in your sleepwear. Prior to five minutes ago, the most recent action was how he was rendered speechless when you showed him your outfit for tonight. When asked if something was wrong with the sundress, he quickly sputtered a response while his face turned bright red.
Something was going on.
"Are you going to talk to me or do I have to sing your least favorite song?" Though unusual, it was a tried and true method. Bob had nothing against Justin Bieber personally, but having three younger sisters meant he had to hear 'Baby' every hour of the day for two years straight.
That very threat was what made Bob finally turn around. He looked out of sorts; his usually perfectly straightened glasses were crooked, there was a slight flush of red blooming across his cheeks, his usually perfectly coiffed hair had been run through by one of his large hands. A sandy brown curl brushed against his forehead.
Bob had no right to look so hot when he was being annoying.
"Do not go out with him," He grunted, voice uncharacteristically low. You would need to unpack what it did to you later.
"Who said I was?"
"I know he looks like he should be on the cover of Men's Health, but that's the only compliment I'll give him. He doesn't deserve you, you deserve better. And I'm not saying I'm better- wait, yes I am. But what I mean is-"
"I know you're better. You're the best man I know and I've been having to act like I don't want you like that for the last ten fucking years. So don't play that humble act with me Floyd."
Wait, shit. That's not what you meant to say.
His eyes widened like saucers, "T-ten years? I could have had you for ten years now?"
Wait, what?
Timidly, you nodded, "Yeah. Ten years. What a waste, right?"
Bob shook his head before stepping forward. Whether it was you or him who initiated the kiss didn't matter. His lips were so soft, no doubt due to the chapstick you'd watch him apply. The scent of sage and mint flooded your nostrils. How did he smell so good all the damn time? Speaking of time, y'all had a decade to make up for, which is why you didn't feel bad about swiping your tongue across his bottom lip. You especially didn't feel bad when it got a groan out of Bob. The sound was low and gutteral, so unlike that pristine church boy act he put up for everyone but you.
Perhaps there were a lot of signs you had missed. Probably.
Wait, when the fuck did he lift you up? Fuck, he was that strong? You weren't light by any means, but Bob was deceptively muscular.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled before pressing your back against the wall, "Should take you out on a date but I can't wait, 've waited so long-"
"Robby," your groaned as his teeth sunk into your neck, "If we don't get into your car, I'm going to let you fuck me against this wall."
Bob could feel his cock twitch against his jeans, "What about inside the car?"
"I knew you were fucking dirty Floyd."
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y did u say roys "spouse" not "wife"???
Unironically this is not a heterosexual man
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#Fullmetal Alchemist#Roy Mustang#you know the way straight men totally look at their best friend like he puts all the stars in the sky?#the inherent eroticism of lighting your subordinates cigarette with your fire magic lol#I'm sorry he wants Havoc carnally in that fucking picture#literally everything about that fucking picture of him and Ed#look I ship royed and that pictures makes me like blood red mad#there is *no* reason for Ed to be fucking *blushing* like that!#btw feel free to add more pics of Roy being unnecessarily gay for a character that's supposed to be a ladies' man lol
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Kinkmas Day 5: Rimming
Choi Soobin x male reader
This guy
Stuff: Rimming DUH, some balls licking, you and Soobin are friends.
Word Count: 969
Notes: Happy birthday Soobin, please feel better soon
Soobin is like your best friend. You two get along incredibly well together and whenever you're around him it's always a good time, this hangout is just 'extra' special.
Right now, you both are just lying on your bed chilling. Having casual conversation while he's cuddled up to you all snuggled in, his head resting on your chest while you absentmindedly run your hand through his hair as you watch the TV. Friends stuff, dude boy shit.
"I'm kind of bored." He expressed into your chest, making his deep voice come out as groggy.
"Oh? What else would you rather do? Wait, don't answer that, you'll probably say something like blow me or rim me." You said jokingly, you guys did make an awful lot of sex jokes to each other. For two openly gay men who aren't actually dating to do this is... a little odd.
"Rimming you say..." He responds, jokingly putting his finger under his chin, as if he's actually considering it. Which he's not... right?
"Don't get any ideas Soo, I know my pussy is the bomb, but it'd ruin our friendship." You scolded him.
He takes his head off your chest and stands straight up, looking you dead in the eye.
"Come on Y/n... we're both attractive, both gay, both sexually active, and you have an ass that I've been wanting to dive into since the day I met you." He told you, his tone completely sincere, but he can't actually be considering this, can he? This bitch.
"Well yeah... but-" Before you can finish, Soobin cuts you off with a kiss, one that though unexpected, you instantly melt into and kiss him back.
You put your hand in the back of his head to pull him closer, deepening the kiss. Soobin rests his tongue directly on your lip, begging for entrance, which of course you offer. Man... you're kind of easy.
You moan into his mouth as his tongue meets yours, sliding and clashing with yours until he comes out victorious. The kiss is incredibly overwhelming, and it leaves you to pull back to catch your breath, thoughts, and sanity.
"No, don't pull away..." He said all whiny, giving you a pouty face with his bottom lip quivering, but his smile returns once he remembers the subject you two were discussing before the kiss.
"You can't just kiss me like that! I mean it was really good but still!" You loudly told him, your face in a deep blush and completely flushed from his kiss.
"Yeah yeah yeah, Can I rim you now?" He asked casually, totally ignoring your little rant at him.
You just sigh, realizing how much him, and you, both want this. So, you simply respond with a defeated but also excited, "Fine..."
Soobin goes right to work, manhandling you into place on your hands and knees and pulling your pants and underwear down to reveal your puckered hole to him.
The speed in which he does this is enough to give you whiplash, but you go along with it. Afterall, having a man with lips as good as his to eat your ass isn't exactly undesirable.
Once your pants are off and your hole is winking up at him, he dives right into it, taking a long lick along your ass, doing this multiple times until your crack is completely wet with his saliva.
"Fuck, it's already delicious." He said breathlessly.
Once Soobin has done that, takes a few more long licks with his tongue but this time, he gets your balls in there. Licking all the way from your balls to the top of your crack, giving them a little suck from here to there.
He assumes you're ready enough, so he goes right in, diving his tongue into your anus.
You let out a shrieked moan, which he responds with a little chuckle while his tongue is buried in your asshole, sending the most delightful shiver of pleasure to run up your spine.
He licks the hole, inserting his tongue in and out with every stroke of his tongue. He enjoys pleasuring you but it's also clear that he just really loves eating your ass. The way his tongue almost adoringly inserts itself inside you is absolutely orgasm worthy.
"You're so fucking delicious Y/n, new favorite meal." He let out into your ass, the vibrations sending more delightful shivers.
He inserts his hole tongue inside you, pushing the wet muscle in and out of your asshole, making your moan in what can only be described as, like a fucking homo.
Thank god you've rushed because this bitch is getting IN there. Soobin is fucking you with his tongue in the best way. He clearly knows and enjoys what he's doing, which you can tell from the way he moans into your asshole.
He pushes his tongue in and out faster, making your moans louder and your cock leak even more onto the bed. His hands tightly grip your ass cheeks, pulling your asshole even closer to his face, allowing his tongue to reach unfound heights, also allowing your moans to reach unfound decibels.
"Fuck Soo! I'm so close!" You moan out loudly. Soobin simply responds by doubling his efforts, somehow pushing his tongue in even deeper, even lightly touching your prostate.
That's more than enough to make you ejaculate all over the bed, shooting your cum and near covering the sheets. Soobin tongue fucks you through it until you're finally spent.
You collapse on the bed, none of your body being able to work after such a heart stopping orgasm. Soobin laughs lightly as he wraps his arms around you, cuddling you from behind.
"You eat ass like a pro." You started breathlessly.
"It's hard not to when an ass tastes as good as yours."
THE END
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Every little thing you do- Prologue
Tommy Shelby x reader (Mini series)
Summary: Y/N has been Tommy’s best friend since childhood. She had always been there for him when he needed her the most. Now as the Shelby family are in a better position, Y/N will need Tommy’s support when something she didn’t expect happens.
A/N welcome to this little new adventure! This story started as an idea @lyarr24 shared a while ago and I just stared at it for a few minutes until the ideas started “appearing” in my mind. This particular part turned somehow into a comedy show on its own 😂🤭 it was fun and light to write, but it’s going to get angsty… thank you for sharing your unique ideas as usual! It took me some time but I’m always into giving each story it’s own time. And of course @justrainandcoffee thank you for creating this beautiful moodboard for this story! You totally nailed it!
Word count: 2,196
Arriving at the Garrison, Y/N headed straight towards the private booth where the Shelby’s were reunited.
“You should’ve seen the look in Polly’s eyes when she found out we were buying the stallion.” John cracked and threw his head back with a loud laugh.
Arthur winked at Y/N and decided to mess with his brother.
“Erm John boy.” He cleared his throat, just as Tommy gave Y/N a smirk, they were both sitting facing the door unlike John who had his back at it.
Tommy used the chance to kick his youngest brother in the shin, as a warning.
“So you think it’s fucking hilarious John Michael Shelby.” Y/N imitated Polly’s voice and mannerisms perfectly.
John’s face paled as the smile left his face and he straightened his back.
Arthur snorted and then started laughing uncontrollably as John turned around to find Y/N standing by the door.
“Shit! Y/N you scared the fuck out of me.”
“Get in here sweetheart.” Arthur called for her, making room next to him. “That was brilliant, you’ve got a talent.”
“You sound just like her.” Ada praised, leaning over the table to kiss her cheek.
“You’re late.” Tommy offered her a glass of whiskey.
Taking a sip, she nodded. “The lady I work for had a terrible day, didn’t want me to leave.” She replied titling her head to the side because Arthur was right in the middle, sandwiched between her and Tommy.
“And how did it go?” He asked over the laughs of his siblings.
“My feet are killing me, I had to walk all the way back… but I really needed a drink tonight.
“Why? Scott didn’t pick you up?” He raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
Against his best judgment, he agreed to give Y/N’s boyfriend a place among the peaky men. He didn’t like or trusted him but he was doing it for Y/N and the friendship they’ve always had. Over time, he even gave Scott a car under the condition to drop and pick up Y/N from her work every day.
“We had an argument this morning, he got pissed and I asked him to not.” She lied.
She knew how protective Tommy could get, specially around Scott. They were already past the phase where Tommy would’ve to intervene and put her boyfriend in his place, then Scott would come for her arguing that she let that gangster say and do whatever he pleased.
But Tommy knew Y/N better than that, and this wasn’t the first time she lied to cover for her boyfriend’s attitude.
“What’s so funny?” Polly demanded to know as she joined them in the booth. Staring at Arthur and John’s faces she knew, so she shot Y/N a long look. “You’re imitating me again?!”
The Shelby brothers tried to hide their amusement but all of them failed.
“We wanted to mess up with John, Pol. Sorry.” Y/N looked down embarrassed for being caught.
Polly smiled down at her, it was impossible to stay angry with someone as Y/N.
“Well I hope it was a good one.” The smile grew bigger.
Ada laughed and stood for her aunt to take her place. “You should’ve seen John’s face, he went pale.” Waving at them, she left.
“Hey you need to talk to Finn, he’s getting out of hand these days” Polly warned her nephews. “I asked him to deliver a few letters and he had the audacity to answer he wasn’t a mail boy anymore.”
Tommy shook his head and after a long puff to his cigarette, he answered; “I’ll talk to him.”
Y/N’s chuckle made him look at her. “What? Are you really going to lecture the poor boy? Tom, if I remember correctly, you answered your father something similar back in the day but worse and that caused your first fight.”
Tommy shuddered at the memory. He was so done with his father demanding favors from him and his brother Arthur, so one day he told him he was done with his bullshit and Arthur Sr answered with a curse, threw a glass against the wall and pushed him, Tommy pushed him back. Luckily Arthur Jr and Y/N were close and could intervene to stop them from getting any further.
That night, Y/N stayed with him outside until Tommy had calmed, then she asked her parents, who were neighbors to the Shelby’s if he could sleep on the couch. Y/N’s mother made him some tea and offered him the comfort he wasn’t able to find next door.
They started as neighbors, then Tommy and Y/N became friends until Tommy trusted her blindly. After the war she was the only one who could understand him.
Tommy took a swing of his drink. “You’re not going to tell him that, are you? I’ve a reputation to keep.” He finally added.
“Leave him Pol, the poor boy is probably frustrated because he haven’t had a woman yet.” Arthur chuckled at his own joke.
“Hey,” Y/N called everyone in the room, “leave Finn out, you’re nothing but a bad influence.”
John shook his head and raised his hands as if saying he wasn’t part of it.
“Oh please Mr.-I-want-to-marry-Lizzie-Stark, really?” Y/N raised her eyebrow at him.
“Tommy! Why the hell did you tell her?!” John exploded against his brother, who was already laughing out loud, head thrown back.
Polly had to look twice at her nephew, his guard was down he seemed to be relaxed for once. Since the war he had changed a lot, the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“And besides, I corrected my path, married to Esme didn’t I?” John mumbled chewing on his toothpick.
Y/N nodded, deciding to leave that conversation, it’s was funny to tease John. “I better go now, it’s getting late.”
Tommy was on his feet the second she announced her plans.
“C’mon I’ll drive you.” Tommy offered his best friend.
Giving Polly a hug, she waved at the Shelby brothers goodbye.
After driving for a while, Y/N noticed Tommy took another route.
“Before you ask me,” Tommy spoke softly, “I’m going to show you something.”
She opened and closed her mouth. “You’re so mysterious.”
Tilting his head, Tommy clicked his tongue. “When you see it, you’ll understand.”
“Is it the new horse?” Y/N asked impatiently.
Tommy shook his head and passed her the cigarettes and matches to light it. “Why don’t you tell me what happened with Scott?”
“Something really stupid, he got pissed over nothing.”
“Really? Tell me something I don’t know already.”
Y/N sighed and took her time to exhale the smoke out of the window. “He asked me to ask you for some money, when I told him that he still owed you from the last time he got furious at me.”
“But you gave me the money for that loan.” Tommy’s eyebrows knitted in confusion.
“I did, but it wasn’t his money.” Y/N explained embarrassed after confessing Tommy the truth.
It was now time for Tommy for sigh. Eyes focused on the road, he didn’t want to be a pain and say I told you, Y/N was the only person he could trust and he wanted her to trust him the same way.
“Look this happens all the time, your Mum used to pay your dad’s bills behind his back, I just couldn’t take another one yet, he’s trying to find a better job and I think he’s going to propose soon.”
Tommy’s breath got caught up in his throat, he was trying to process the possibilities.
“So… is he the one?” He finally asked.
“Well he’s my boyfriend.” Y/N rushed to answer. “I just don’t know if he will let me keep working for Lady Winchester.”
“If you need a job, you know there’s always a spot for you at the Shelby Company Limited.” Tommy took the last puff of his cigarette and threw it outside the vehicle.
“Maybe I’ll need it later. Thank you.” Y/N felt more than grateful to have someone like Tommy around, he had always been there for her and her siblings specially after his business took off and he started to earn more money than anyone around. In her eyes, that didn’t make him change, if anything he became more generous.
But Scott on the other hand, was tender and good to her, he was fun to be around, always brought flowers to her. He wanted to have his own business one day, unfortunately life had been hard and it was taking him longer to make it.
Taking a turn, Tommy stopped in front of a huge gate, the property guarded by the gate wasn’t a house, it was a freaking mansion!
And her best friend was opening the gate as if he owned the property.
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“Wha-what are you doing?” Y/N asked looking out the window.
“Drive over here!” Encouraged Tommy with a huge smile.
Her heart started beating faster, he showed her how to drive and even let her do it when she wasn’t allowed to. But this was wrong, it felt like they were trespassing, she could feel her heart pounding as Tommy shouted for her to hurry up.
Following his instructions, Y/N parked the car next to the fountain.
“I wanted you to see this first…” His smile couldn’t get any bigger as he opened his arms wide and looked around proudly. “I bought this place.”
Her jaw dropped, she was lost for words.
“What do you think? I’ll build a place for the horses in the back.” Tommy explained, eyes shining.
“Woah… I don’t know what to say Tom.” A hand covered her mouth, still shocked to form anything coherent. This house looked bigger than Lady Winchester’s and that was a bloody mansion too! “You always said you’d get yourself a decent place and a big house, and look at how far you’ve come!” She felt genuinely happy for him, Tommy had always worked so hard, always found a way to help his people and those around him. If anyone deserved this, it was him.
“I’ll even have my fucking office here, and there’s a grand salon for parties.” He explained as he waited for her to step inside.
“Parties?!” She laughed nervously.
“A ball dance and shit.” He took a look around.
“You’ll need loads of furniture to fill this place.”
Tommy chuckled. This was unthinkable a few months ago, now it was a reality, he’d had the big place he dreamed of when he was a kid.
“You got a fireplace! In the tea room!”
He followed Y/N’s voice, she was now standing in the middle of the dining room.
“This looks like it belongs to a Lord.”
“You can call me Lord Shelby then.” He winked at her and they both laughed at how ridiculous it sounded.
“Downstairs it’s the wine cellar.” He added hiding his hands inside the pockets of his pants. “Do you like it?”
“Are you kidding me?” She nodded. “This is a dream! I’m so happy for you!” Y/N then went to give him a hug.
A bold movement for the rest of the world, but to her it was just natural, they’ve been friends since forever. She was the one comforting him when his mother passed away, the one to help him hold it together after the war.
“You’ll love the kitchen, it’s huge but they’re doing some renovations already, I’ll show you once it’s done.”
“Looks like I’ll need to make an appointment from now on.” Y/N teased him.
Tommy shook his head with a shy smile. “Of course not, specially not you.”
She knew he was busier now days that the Peaky Blinders owned the races and licenses. It was just a matter of time before he found a woman and got married, then this house would be filled with kids. Or perhaps he already had someone therefore the plans to get the big house.
Once the realization hit her, she pretended to look towards the window. A sudden lump installed in her throat and something indescribable pressed her heart.
“Should we go? It’s going to be dark soon.” Y/N asked, looking him in the eyes for a mere second.
Time flew on their way back and soon Tommy stopped his car in front of Y/N’s door.
Even before he could say goodnight, an angry voice called for her.
“I’ve been waiting hours for you, Y/N nobody knew where the heck did you go.”
“Slow down mate, that’s no way to treat her.” Tommy intervened, holding Scott’s death stare.
“Stay the fuck out of this.” Scott raised his voice.
Tommy felt his blood boiling, one stride and he’d finish the prick, but before he could move, a pair of soft hands stopped him.
“Tommy please, let me handle this.” She pleaded.
His jaw clenched as he saw the smirk of satisfaction Scott gave him. The bastard had Y/N charmed and there was nothing he could do about it.
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A Night in the Devil's Den - Part I
“I still think we should hit up somewhere else, Jamie. There are tons of bars that would look the other way and let us grab a few drinks.” One of the three young men passing through New York during college break said as they made their way to the old building housing the Devil’s Den, apparently the most hyped club in the city, which had a strict policy of keeping anyone under 21 out.
“Stop being such a fag, Fred! We’re gonna get in, trust me, man of little faith.” Jamie, the group leader with light brown hair, same color as Mark, shot back. Fred, on the other hand, was blond, and more sensitive, which didn’t mean he couldn’t hold his own when it came to arguing; on the contrary, the debate skills of the former debate team captain were legendary.
“Chill, Fred. The worst that can happen is the bouncer looks at the IDs that Jamie’s buddy hooked us up with and realizes we don’t have the right age and kicks us out. But I doubt that’ll happen; in a few months, we’ll all be 21.” Mark commented, always the peacemaker.
“Another reason to wait until we’re actually of age. I don’t want any trouble, guys.” Fred tried to argue again.
“I can’t believe you came all the way here to chicken out, man. If you wanna bail, I’m cool, but think about all the work I put into getting these IDs. And I didn’t even charge you guys!” Jamie grumbled.
“That’s just because your buddy did it for free, asshole. Who the hell is he, anyway?” Mark jumped in before things got heated between the two.
“Some dude I met at the hostel; he’s the one who told me about this place. Apparently, this is the spot for anyone looking for a good time.”
“You mean you trusted someone you barely know? Doesn’t that seem kinda sketchy to you?” Fred asked, outraged, totally shooting down Mark’s efforts.
“I’m sick of your attitude, man! If you’re so unhappy, why don’t you just head back to the hostel?”
“Hey, hey, chill out, you two! We’re here to have a good time! Fred, let’s check out the place, and if we don’t like it or they kick us out, we’ll head back to the hostel, and I promise I’ll be your wingman with those hot Italian chicks who showed up yesterday, alright? And Jamie, you dumbass, he’s not entirely wrong; it was pretty stupid to trust a stranger, but it’s done now, so let’s just try to have fun, please?” Mark chimed in again.
“Fine, but you know that your parents would kill us if anything goes south, Mark.” Warne Fred, whose parents had already passed away, and, in Jamie’s opinion, was the last one who should be worried instead of acting like a little pussy. Not that he’d say that, at least not now that his buddy finally decided to man up.
“Finally acting like a man, Fred, and not like a little bitch!”
“Hey, man, that’s enough!”
“Chill out, Mark; you’re starting to sound like your dad. Sorry, Fredster, I just want an unforgettable night with my best buds.” Jamie said, hugging Fred on one side to encourage him while Mark did the same on the other.
As they approached the ridiculously long entrance line, Jamie commented.
“Since we’re talking about those hot Italian girls, it’s funny that if we were in most other countries, we wouldn’t even need to convince Fred here; we’d all be of age to drink until we drop without a care in the world.”
“I don’t think your dad would be too happy about hauling his kid from the gutter.” Mark remarked.
“He’s not as strict as your dad, man, but yeah… maybe it’s best not to push it. Damn, look at this line! No way I’m waiting all this crap! Oh, wait, I just remembered something; follow me!” Jamie said, signaling for his friends to follow him to the front of the line, where a huge black guy, looking like a muscle mountain, was running the door, checking IDs and occasionally greeting a buddy with a half-smile in his otherwise stern face. He saw the guys approaching and crossed his arms, giving them a menacing smirking look.
“Hey, fellas, what do you want here?”
“Good evening, sir! Jerome told us to go straight to the bouncer at the main door and, said… said that he hopes you have a… a hell of a night.” Jamie said, sounding unsure for the first time.
“Jerome, huh? IDs?”
“Here you go, sir.” Mark replied, handing over the fake IDs, which the guy scrutinized for a few seconds.
“Any problem, sir?”
“Nope, on the contrary, looks like you guys got VIP passes. Jerome must’ve liked you a lot.” He said while fiddling with a walkie-talkie before speaking again. “Jerome’s group is on the way.” He radioed someone before handing the IDs back to the guys and cracking a smile. “Boys, looks like we’re all in for a hell of a night!”
As they stepped into the spacious lobby, the guys were hit with the sounds of music and excited screams, along with flashing lights. And the most impressive thing of all was a guy with olive skin, well-groomed beard and black hair, and a distinctive aquiline nose that hinted at some mediterranean ir middle eastern heritage. But what really stood out about the guy was his stunning build, partially covered by a sharp suit and shiny black pants, with his muscular torso on display for anyone who wanted to see, staring at them with disconcerting eyes and a mischievous grin that made the three feel like they were really inside the Devil’s Den.
“Dude, they really know how to set a mood.” Jamie remarked, eyeing the imposing figure. “Alright, first drinks, then we hit the dance floor for the hot chicks!”
“Actually, I think I’m gonna hit the bathroom; my bladder’s about to explode!” Fred said.
“Then it’s a wonder you didn’t piss yourself from fear before we even got in.”
“Go fuck yourself, Jamie!” he shot back, irritated, as he blended into the crowd on the dance floor.
“You really can’t pass up a chance to be an idiot, can you?” Mark commented, following his other friend through the crowd. “Let me talk to him; you do something useful and grab the drinks. You know a few shots will loosen him up.”
“It’s not my fault he needs booze to stop being a little bitch.” Jamie yelled to be heard over the noise, turning heads with expressions of disbelief toward him, but he was too hyped about the night’s promises to notice, heading for the nearest bar, closely followed by the sinister figure from the entrance. It wasn’t until he reached the bar that he noticed the company.
“Hello, James.” The man said over the cacophony, though his voice didn’t need to rise for Jamie to hear him.
“How do you know my name?” Jamie shouted back.
“Jerome gave me a heads-up about your arrival; I’m Mr. Shay the manager of this place. And I know you shouldn’t be here tonight, kid.”
“Damn… then why didn’t you stop us at the door?”
“Because I understand the need for a young man to rebel. Especially when his dad is such a major buzzkill.” The man said with bright eyes.
“I… he just wants what’s best for me… a decent job for a real man and… and sometimes it’s a drag.” Jamie replied in a whisper, not realizing the man knew way more about him than he should.
“Oh, I get it, kid, and just when you finally have a chance to chill, your friends leave you hanging.”
“Pussies!” The kid grumbled, not seeing the man’s eyes flash dangerously.
“You seem to have a problem with gay people. What’s that about?”
“I don’t have a problem with gays; I have issues with little faggots, those sissy boys who take it up the ass like they’re chicks. My dad raised me to be a real man.”
“But it’s tough living under the weight of other people’s expectations, under the rigid standards taught by someone, isn’t it? Sometimes all you wanna do is chill out, let loose, and be happy, right? And have your friends be able to enjoy that with you.”
“Yeah…”
“Well, it’s settled! Poncho, a shot of tequila for my buddy here.” The man said as the spell seemed to break while he glided through the crowd with ease, almost floating, and for an instant if one looked closely one would catch a glimpse of his true form.
Still a bit dazed, Jamie turned to the bar and bumped into a Latino guy in his late thirties, with a chiseled, muscular chest completely exposed except for a bow tie around his neck, sipping a drink while the shot of tequila the other guy ordered was held in his hand.
“On the house.” The guy said with a smile. Without thinking twice, Jamie downed the shot.
“Nice one, hermano.” The man commented, grinning.
“Gracias, tio.” Jamie replied, smiling as he left the bar with a dreamy look.
There was definitely something extra in that tequila, Jamie’s rational side thought, a side that seemed to shrink more every minute. He wandered aimlessly through the crowd, seeing colors and smelling scents he’d never experienced before, while that rational side tried in vain to shout inside his head, drowned out by an overwhelming numbness.
“Mierda, que guapo…” he murmured in Spanish, watching a muscular guy dancing shirtless. Without even stopping to think how out of character that was for him.
Like a moth drawn to a flame, with an unspeakable desire taking hold of him, making him vibrate and tremble inside he made his way toward the guy, and just like that, in the blink of an eye, Javier, the latino 21 years old man, approached the older man.
“Hey, papi, want some company?” He asked with a vacant look and dreamy voice that the other guy didn’t seem to notice, and in a few seconds, they were both dancing to the rhythm of the music.
“So, kid, where you from?”
“Right here, raised in El Barrio.” Javier answered.
“But where did your family come from?”
“My grandparents came with my dad and my uncles from Colombia in the early 90s. Maybe you know my uncle. He works as a bartender here; they call him Poncho, even though he’s not Mexican, but he says he doesn’t care.”
“Oh, so that’s why a kid like you is in here.” The man commented.
“I’ll show you who’s the kid.” Javier replied, kissing the man, who returned the kiss with passion.
Neither of them seemed to notice that the kid’s shirt seemed to evaporate in the air or the inches he gained in height or the facial hair sprouting on his face. After a long moment of pleasure, the two pulled away.
“So, papi, am I man enough for you?” Javi asked with a grin, while the other guy stared at him, breathless.
“Now I gotta bounce; my shift’s about to start!” Javi said, walking with a smile toward the bar. His muscles growing and expanding into an athletic, well-proportioned physique, with just the bow tie of his uniform to cover up.
“Hey, you didn’t even tell me your name, boy!”
“If you want to find me, just head to the bar. And don’t call me boy; do I look like a kid to you?” He replied, flexing his muscles. Only a man could call him that, and that certainly wasn’t this one.
When he got to the bar, his uncle greeted him with a smile but also with a warning.
“If your dad finds out about this…”
“What my dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him, tio. Plus, next year I’ll be graduating, and the boss is gonna put me to work in accounting, although I think I’ll still take a few shifts with you just for fun.”
“Javi, you really don’t get it, do you? If not your dad, then because of that musclehead you’re seeing.”
“It’s his fault for not showing up yet. And right when the main attraction’s about to start.” He said, looking at the club’s stage lighting up. “Though to him no attraction compares to my ass.” He concluded with a grin.
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Sauron, Galadriel and touch
Each time we see Sauron hug someone, touch their arms or their hair, put his arms around their shoulders etc. it's never gratuitous. He always has an agenda. He does that to manipulate them in a way or another, or to steal them something. He isn't a touchy type of guy, really.. I think he probably dislikes it, most of the time.
In Elendil's case, he probably didn't just pickpocket him but used some magic trick as well, because there's no way Elendil wouldn't have noticed. Not to mention that the dagger literally disappeared from Halbrand's hands up until he gave it back to Galadriel. Anyway, he still hugged Elendil to distract him from what was happening. There was not a bit of sincerity in that move.
Later, he put his hand on the smith's shoulder in an attempt to convince him to take him at his service. It was meant to be a reassuring gesture : "trust me bro, I'm the best !"
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In this case, it was slightly different :
Sauron did that to steal Tamar's guild crest, so the intention was similar to when he hugged Elendil. But this time, he didn't do it discreetly. We know now that even as Halbrand (so not in full possession of the powers he had as Annatar), he was able to make his blood look red; so he could have easily projected the image of the guild's crest on Tamar's tunique, to make him think it was still there.
But see, Tamar offended him. He recalled him that Galadriel would probably never want him (though not because he was a "low man", but because he was the very evil she sought to destroy), and Sauron didn't like that. So what he did was provoking Tamar by stealing his crest in plain sight, so Tamar would follow him and give him the excuse he waited for, to do that :
We can also count that as touching, I guess ? But tell me again that Sauron wasn't interested in Galadriel romantically... It makes total sense for him to lose his shit because some man implied he wasn't good enough for her, right...
(I'll later write another meta about the few times that Sauron loses control. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's hot terrifying).
In season 2, I think we saw him touch Mirdania twice, and maybe once for Celebrimbor ? Though I can't find a gif of Sauron touching him except when he grabbed him at the end, so I'm not sure about that.
I've already discussed several times, including today, how Mirdania was a stand-in for Galadriel, so I won't go back to that here. Sauron doesn't feel any affection for Mirdania: wether he touches her hair and hand to manipulate her, or because she reminds him of Galadriel, or most likely, for both, it is, again, not gratuitous and not genuine.
And as for being touched... Oh boy, he doesn't like that at all. His reaction is most of the time him pulling a disgusted "how dare you touching me, you miserable worm ?" face.
This scene in particular was hilarious in this regard. He was very upset by Celebrimbor's refusal to forge rings for men, and Celebrimbor unwillingly added to the offence by giving him a condescending pat on the arm. Sauron probably had a hard time refraining the urge to murder Celebrimbor on the spot, here.
The Galadriel Case
Her case is special, as usual. Until episode 8, Sauron never touches her without her consent : after they arrive in Numenor, he invites it, but doesn't force it on her. it's supposed to be a "friendly" handshake symbolizing peace and a mean to give her Finrod's dagger back, but, well, hmm...
It's just straight out flirting. The way he looks straight into her eyes while pulling her to him, his weird conception of personal space... I can't NOT tag @apoloadonisandnarcissus 's thread about the Freudian symbolism in Haladriel interactions... It's worth reading. There was nothing friendly/platonic in his behavior, but, again... no unnecessary touching here.
Galadriel remains equally guarded towards him, even after she spends time with him and considers him as a "friend". As Sauron in episode 3, she only invites it, on the boat that takes them to the Southlands.
Even when she gives him back his pouch, in the forge, she does it in a way that her fingers barely touch his.
When she finds him wounded, she touches him where he's wounded, to check how serious it is. She could take his hand to comfort him, but.... Nope.
And yet, she's not usually that guarded with her friends, those with whom she shares a (truly) platonic relationship with, as we can see with Elrond and Arondir.
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It's definitely not because she doesn't trust Halbrand/Sauron. She does, or she wouldn't be that heartbroken over him in season 2. No, I think she keeps him at arm's length because what she feels for him is not platonic at all, and she wants to keep her feelings in check. Keeping her distance with him (physically) is the way for her to do that, or so she thinks.
Now, back to Sauron. While during all season 1 he was never touchy with Galadriel, in episode 8, he suddenly is.
Not only that but he's also very flirtatious, like... more than usual.
Galadriel seems surprised with this unsolicited touching, and iffy, because she doesn't trust him anymore. She has just asked one of her fellow Elves to look in the catacombs of Eregion for everything they had about the Southlands and their royal lineage; after she heard Celebrimbor talk about "power over flesh" and seen Sauron enthusiastically offer his aid to the smith, she starts suspecting that Halbrand may be not who he claims to be.
Coincidence ? I think not. Even if she remained discreet, Sauron probably felt that something was off. He's very observant, and he knows her mind. If she changed of attitude with him, if she seemed even a little bit wary of him, there's no doubt he noticed it.
He certainly planned to tell her the truth about him very soon, at that point, but he also wants the rings to be forged so he could show her what they'd do with them. So this, imho, is Sauron buying time. He knows she's attracted to him, he may even know she's in love with him... I think he's trying to breach her defenses, here.
Did he succeed, even for the few weeks that separated this scene from the Sauron revelation ? That, we don't know. I'd say probably not, because just before the Elf brought her the records she asked for, she doesn't look like someone who trusts him again.
But then she's still in denial about him even after he admits he isn't the king of the Southlands, going as far as claiming he convinced Miriel to go help the Southlands, while it was her idea entirely... So who knows what happened during these three weeks. It's also possible she didn't suspect him to be Sauron, of all people. And anyways, she loves him. She definitely hoped till he revealed himself that he had a good explanation for everything.
Yesterday I published this post very late, and it's only this morning that I realized I omitted to mention a couple of other very important touches... Stupid me.
How could I forget the chin grab ?
We're in full "unsolicited touching" territory here. Personal boundaries be damned ! The chin grab has several connotations here : it's coded as romantic, but it's also an act of dominance and control, though there's no brutality at all in his gesture. Sauron wants Galadriel to look at him, aka to face the truth : he's still the man she loves, but he's also the monster she hates. They both coexist, in him, hence why the claims that "Halbrand never existed" or "Galadriel loved Halbrand but doesn't love Sauron" are both nonsenses and a complete misunderstanding of the season 1 finals. Galadriel knows who he is in this scene, and yet she's tempted.
The act of grabbing the chin is in itself controlling/dominating, but there's also tenderness : he's gentle, he caresses her cheek almost shyly; he wants her trust for Halbrand back, not her fear of Sauron. He wants to show her that she's loved, but you can feel that if she asked him to take his hand off her, he would back off.
Finally, this post ends with Sauron taking Galadriel's hands into his, with her holding Finrod's dagger.
You know, what he did with Morgoth's crown in season 2, binding her to him through a forced blood oath ? He wanted to do almost exactly that in season 1 already, and that's what this scene implies. Except in this scenario, Galadriel would have been ok with it: it would haven't been a metaphorical rape, but the closest to a consensual sex scene we'd have gotten in this show, if they had followed this route.
I'm not saying I wanted this, just to be clear: Galadriel was tempted to join Sauron in this scene, but it would have been a major breach to the LOTR lore if she had. "Touching the darkness", in Finrod's and Galadriel's minds, was never about embracing it wholeheartedly. It was precisely where Galadriel and Sauron's visions diverge. She knows it will never be the way. She knows she'd end up being a tyrant if she succombed to the temptation, and that's why she rejected it, and Sauron with it.
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Bad Guy 1
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power dynamics, cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
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Summary: The men your mother brings home rarely stick around, but her latest catch can't seem to unhook himself from your life.
Characters: Destroyer!Chris
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The house is quiet as you come out of your room. The single floor is just enough room for you and your mom. You’ve never needed much else and all your life, you’ve made do with what you have. It’s just the way it is.
You stretch your arms and arch your spine as you stop in the doorway of the kitchen. You yawn. You fell asleep reading outdated discussions about your most recent syndicated obsession. You should know better by now, that thorn in your neck is only driving deeper.
You bend at the elbows to rub your neck and drag your feet over the cold tile. Your nipple poke rigidly against your cropped tank top and goosebumps raze up your bare thighs. You open the fridge and pull out the bottle of orange juice, your panties riding up with your movement.
Before you can stand straight, a sharp strikes snaps against your ass and radiates through your flesh. You yipe and grip the bottle by the neck as you jump and turn to face the culprit. The strange man stares back, his brows twitching.
“Mm, you’re not Gail,” he mutters.
“No, I’m not,” you press the juice to your chest, overly aware of your barely covered body.
You don’t ask who he is. You stopped doing that in middle school. She’s another one of her ‘callers’. You don’t usually see them more than once, if at all. Most leave before you’re awake.
“Was takin’ a piss, heard you skittering around, thought...” he trails off into a shrug.
He’s shirtless too. He only wears a pair of briefs as he stands shameless before you. A dark tattoo covers half his chest and extends around his shoulder and down his arm. It’s the typical snake and skull aesthetic sported by men like him.
“Nope,” you reach for the fridge door and step to the side as you close it.
He doesn’t move. You go to dip around him and he moves with you.
“Taking all that with you?” He points at the bottle. You look down and sigh. You push it towards him. “Here.”
He puts his hand under it and you let go. You skirt around his other side and squeeze through the door behind him. You don’t look back as you flee to your room. You resist the urge to reach back and cover the bottom of your ass, not wanting to draw attention to it if he is watching.
You shut your bedroom door and cringe. Great. You can’t really complain. Your mother hasn’t kicked you out. Yet. Not like half your friends’ parents. She just asks for half the rent and you can manage that. With the rent around here, you’d be on the street otherwise.
You cross the room and flop on the bed. You pull out your phone and go back to scrolling the old discussion boards. It’s funny. The more recent posts are totally contrary to the ones when the show aired. You’re not sure who you agree with.
You roll onto your back and drop your phone to the mattress. You have to work at noon. So much for a relaxing morning. You’ll just be hiding in your room until that man leaves.
A knock jerks you up and you roll your eyes. You search the floor and pull on the wrinkly pajama bottoms. You go to the door and crack it open an inch. It’s him.
“Uh, hi?” You utter dully.
“Got you a glass,” he offers one of the cups in his hands. You squint at it then look him in the face.
“Thanks?” You go to take it but he doesn’t let go as you wrap your fingers around the cold glass.
“There a problem?” He asks.
“Uh, no,” you scrunch your nose. “I said thanks.”
“I don’t like your tone.”
You let go of the glass and retract your hand. His eyes flick down and yours do too. The white tank does little for your modesty. You cross your arms.
“Okay? Well, never mind,” you go to close the door and he steps forward, digging his elbow into the wood as he blocks you with his body.
“Your mom said you’re a nice girl,” he looks you up and down again. “Coulda fooled me walking around like that.”
You frown. It’s your house. Why should you worry about what you’re wearing? Besides, if you knew he was there, then you wouldn’t wander around in your panties.
“Thanks for the orange juice but you should just give it to my mom. That’s why you’re here,” you shrug.
He scoffs. “Got a smart mouth.”
“No, I—I didn’t do anything.”
“There you go again. Disrespectful.”
“Huh?” You shake your head in confusion.
“That way you talk. Low and flat, like you don’t give a fuck. Maybe you don’t. Would explain why you’re grown living in your mommy’s house,” he mockingly pouts.
You blink, “you don’t know me.”
“I know girls like you. Pretending like they don’t care. You care. We both know you do.” He moves a glass closer, “say thank you. Like you mean it.”
“I don’t want it,” you insist.
“Don’t want to waste it. Was it you or mommy who paid for the bottle?” He taunts.
You grit your teeth. What is his problem? Why won’t he just leave you alone?
You deflate. You really just want him to go. You look at the ceiling then back to him. He’s the kind of man you would avoid on the street. His blue eyes are as cold as ice and his hair is shaved, but a little longer on top, and he sports a goatee amid the short stubble on his jaw and cheeks.
“Thank you,” you reach for the glass again.
“Thank you, sir,” his voice grizzles as he corrects you.
You steel yourself and your lips slant. You really just want him to tell him to fuck off but like you always do, you don’t say what you think. You keep it inside. Put on that face that keeps you safe.
“Thank you, sir,” you repeat after him.
“Now smile,” he demands.
You flinch and look away. You take a breath. That’s you’re least favourite, when they tell you to smile. It happens often at your job and it always sours your day.
You force a smile.
“Come on, you can do better,” he snickers.
Your cheeks tremble and your smile falls. You tuck your chin down.
“Can you please just leave me alone?” You mumble.
“Excuse me, girl? I can’t hear you.”
“I said...” your throat locks up and your eyes singe. God! When you get angry, you don’t get bold, you just get teary. You hate it. “I said ‘thank you, sir’.”
You grab the glass so abruptly that it sloshes over the side. You don’t stop, you just spin and throw your weight against the door. He lets it close and it slams. You spill most of the juice down your front.
You hear the friction of his fingers dragging down the wood. It sends a chill through you. You slowly pull away and put the glass down, juice dripping down your arms and chest.
He’ll be gone soon, just like the rest.
💀
Your mom’s still asleep when you leave for work. As you sneak out of your room, you listen for any sign of life. If the man’s there, he doesn’t make himself known. You step into your shoes and leave through the front door without looking back.
You head down the street with your earbuds in, a podcast about an old show you watched in high school droning on, as you take the shortcut behind the house at the end of the street. It’s almost four blocks to work but you save money on bus fare. You try to only waste the change after dark.
The ice cream shop is never very busy outside of the post-soccer game crowds. You take your vigil behind the cold counter and bob along with the radio station’s Top 10 countdown. Miley leans in the corner by the till as she chews gum and scrolls through her phone.
You’re fidgety to do the same, but you hate just letting your eyes glaze over. You pace a bit back and forth until her shift is up. When she’s gone, you feel a little less on edge. You always prefer being alone, you don’t have to worry about performing.
Customers come and go. You greet them with the usual ‘how can I help?’ You’ve never been very good at the customer service part but you’re not rude. You just do your job, which it to scoop ice cream and toss some sprinkles around.
You’re entitled to one cone a shift. You rarely have it. You don’t need the extra sugar or the brain freeze. That day, as you close up, the chocolate peanut butter entices you to go outside your routine. You put the lids on all the canisters except for that flavour and do yourself up a waffle cone before you lock up.
You lick the softening cream and turn to face the dark plaza, lit only by the overhead marquee. There’s a car idling just by the curb. You ignore it. A few neighbouring businesses close up around the same time.
The engine revs, and it jolts forward. The horn nearly has you throwing your cone. You fall back into step and keep walking. The Trans Am continues to follow you and honks again. The window rolls down as someone whistles. Only your name stops you.
You turn and bend to see through the window. What the heck? It’s him. The man that invaded your house and threatened you over orange juice.
You exhale through your nose and stand up. You turn down the pavement and keep going. The bus will be there any moment.
“Hey,” he barks, “get back here.”
You keep going. Why is he there? Because of the orange juice?
The car door opens and closes. You speed up as you hear him following you.
“Your mom sent me to pick you up,” he says.
You snort, “sure she did.”
“Really,” he says as his footsteps echo yours.
“She doesn’t even know when I work,” you keep going and he catches your arm, yanking you back.
You spin to face him and yelp. Your scoop shifts precariously in the cone. You try to pull away but not too hard as you selfishly want to keep your treat intact.
“Alright. I offered. I heard you leave. Figured you could use a lift.” He squeezes and you whimper. “I can be a nice guy.”
Can be.
You wince and flutter your lashes, “can you let me go... please?”
He opens his fingers sharply and lifts his hand, showing his palm. “Since you said please...”
You look over your shoulder then back at him. Finally, you glance at your cone. You weigh your options. You’re not a quick runner.
“I appreciate the ride but--”
“I appreciate the ride, sir. Like I said, I can be nice, but respect is earned, girl.”
You swallow tightly, cheeks pinching.
“Sir, I appreciate the ride but I have money for the bus--”
He clucks and points over your shoulder, “that bus?”
You turn and watch the headlights blow by the stop. You flick your eyes to the sky and face him again. “Mmhmm.””
“So, is that a ‘thank you, sir’ on your lips?” He challenges.
You slant your lips back and forth. You fight back a wave of hot frustration. You’re used to feeling powerless but he is suffocating. You nod.
“Thank you, sir,” you choke out.
“See, not that hard to be a good girl.”
He waits until you move. You head back towards his car, and he gets in the driver side. As you claim the passenger seat, he huffs. He looks at you as you try not to acknowledge him.
“Don’t like food in the car. Try not to get it all over,” he snarls.
“I can--”
“Just be careful,” he snips.
Just be quiet, you tell yourself. You pull the seatbelt down and stare through the windshield. You lick around the cone as the cream threatens to melt onto your fingers. The car idles and you glance over. He watches your tongue as you lap up the trickle.
You sit back as his eyes cling to your lips. He lifts his chin and turns straight. He grips the wheel and cranks the volume on the stereo. He speeds off and you struggle to keep from doing just what he warned you not to. You’d tell him to slow down but not only will he not listen, but the sooner you’re home, the better.
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Dominik Szoboszlai x Reader - The Double Date Part 1/2
Part 2
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Reader unwillingly joins her best friend on a double date with Andy Robertson and Dominik Szoboszlai.
Enjoy!
"Hurry Y/N, we're gonna be late!"
"Yeah, late for a double date at an arcade. How will I recover?"
"Ha ha, very funny. Just pipe down on the sarcasm when we meet up with the guys. Believe it or not, but I really like this one."
"Anything for my bestie."
You were surprised. Crashing a date was not included in your plans this friday evening. But apparently, your best friend, Lexi, met some guy at a football game a couple of weeks ago, and the two of them have been texting ever since. However, when it came around for them to meet, Lexi kept putting off the date for no reason. Your offer to chaperone was the only thing standing in her way of chickening out again.
"So....what do you want me to do exactly, linger in the background the entire date?"
"No, that would be creepy. It's a double date Y/N, ergo two guys and two girls."
"But I have a boyfriend."
Lexi laughed. "Please, Y/N. If you call your situationship with Mike a healthy relationship, I don't wanna know what you think I toxic one is."
"Hey, Mike is not toxic. He's a great guy, soon to be a doctor, actually. It's the only reason he's been so cold to me lately. He's stressed about school."
Lexi slowed down the strides of her heels, matching your pace. She did so, grabbing your hand. "I know Mike's a good guy, Y/N. But you two together....I don't know."
"What?"
"I mean, is he really your type? You're the total opposite. He's so sophisticated and fancy, and you are....well, you are....."
"Yes?"
"You're cool, Y/N." She blurred out. "You're cool and fun to be around. Mike, on the other hand, is so uptight. And he said my shoes were cheap."
You rolled your eyes. "I see you're still on about that."
"Cheap Y/N. He called my Saint Laurent that I spend two months' salary on, cheap. CHEAP! Just because I bought a pair from last season."
"Okay, okay. I admit that sometimes he can be a bit blunt and snobby. But he is definitely my type."
"You mean rich?"
"Yes, rich. I like 'em rich."
The two of you laughed all the way to the arcade. You arrived about ten minutes late and had to search for the guys who were already inside. You prayed that your date was at least cute.
"There they are!" Lexi pointed to the punshing bag machine surrounded by two guys, one of them getting ready to take a swing.
"Andy!" Lexi waved.
The guy standing by, holding a drink, turned around and met the two of you with the broadest smile. "Lexi, you made it!"
"No way." You chuckled.
"Be nice." She muttered.
The guy approached you and went straight in for a hug, even you got a hug.
"You ladies look gorgeous. Let me buy you drink."
"That's so sweet Andy, thank you."
You struggled to hold it in. Lexi gave you a stern look to hold it until her date had made it to the bar. She then gave you thirty seconds to burst out in laughter, gagging like you've never gagged before.
"Yes, yes, very funny. Are you done now?"
"Andy Robertson." You laughed, holding your stomach. "How on earth did you bag Andy, Robo, Robertson?"
It wasn't much dating a Liverpool player that tickled your soul. Lexi was gorgeous and well connected through her father's financial successes. A lot of famous men have been interested in dating her, including several professional athletes. But to throw Andy, Robo, Robertson, a bone out of all those men, was simply outrageous to you. And quite hysterical.
"Will you stop it." She whispered.
"But...."
"And no mentioning of our nickname for him."
"Why?"
"Erm....because it's racist?"
"Lexi." You stopped and stared at her. "Calling someone, Groundkeeper Robo Robertson, is not racist."
"If you're Scottish it is."
"It's just a character from The Simpsons. Who doesn't like The Simpsons?"
Just then, Andy was seen returning from the bar. "I see you two ladies haven't met my friend yet. Come, let me introduce ya!"
You were quick to wipe your tears while Lexi's date took you to your table. It was right next to the punshing bag machine where a man stood clenching his sore knuckles.
"Dom, meet the girls. Girls meet my friend Dominik."
Again, no way, you thought. It was Dominik Szoboszlai, as cute as ever, dressed for a casual night out with....well, you.
"Hi." He smiled and shook your hands.
"This is the girl I was talking about." Andy said, and proudly but respectfully draped an arm around Lexi's shoulder. "This is her friend..."
"Y/N." You smiled.
Dominik looked you up and down, a flash of something curious in his eyes. But then, just like that, it disappeared.
"How about some games?" Andy suggested. "Since we're all here now."
"Yay!" Lexi cheered but ended up sucking at every game you played. You weren't doing very well yourself, but that was only because your opponent, Dominik, played against you as if his life dependended on it.
"Fuck, my nail!" You winced as his shot during Air Hockey ended up breaking the tip.
"Sorry." He shrugged. His attitude was quite shitty throughout the whole night.
"I'm going to the bathroom." You said, grabbing your purse.
"I'll come with you." Lexi offered, perhaps aware of your newfound mood.
"So...how are thinks going with Dominik, he's cute right?"
"He's a dickhead." You turned to the bathroom mirror, applying more gloss to your lips.
"Is he?"
"Yes. I wanna leave."
"But Y/N, you promised..."
"Honestly, Lexi, I don't see why I had to come along in the first place. Robo— I mean Andy... seems like a genuinely nice guy. I'm still curious about how you met him at the Liverpool game with your dad. Wasn't he on the pitch, playing?"
"It was after the game." She sighed. "And yes, he is really nice. The only problem, I guess, is all the songs we've made up about him."
"Right, the songs."
You had made-up songs about most players in Liverpool. As fans, you and Lexi loved doing it. It was sort of your thing. People on TilTik loved you for it.
"Yeah. Andy and I had a laugh about it, but now I just feel sort of guilty for the one we made about him and Groundkeeper Wille."
"Well, if he thinks it's funny I don't really see the problem."
"I guess you're right."
"I am. Now, get back to your date while I find a way out through the back."
"You're not ditching me, are you?"
"Of course I am. I just told you that Dominik Szoboszlai is a dickhead." Which was a shame since he was undoubtedly attractive.
"Please stay." Lexi pleaded. "I'll pay you."
You laughed. "Fine, but I'm not playing anymore games."
"Deal!"
The two of you walked out of the ladies' bathroom and back to your table. The guys were still there. However, the two of them looked ready to leave.
"Heya..., do you ladies, maybe fancy going elsewhere?" Andy said in his lovely Scottish accent.
"Why, are you bored of us?" Lexi said, angst in her voice.
Andy chuckled. "I was thinking the opposite. The two of you look so beautiful tonight. It's too beautiful for a place like this."
"Oh, Andy." Lexi hooked her arm with his. "We don't mind playing more games. Right Y/N?"
"Right....." You glanced over to Dominik, who stood with his eyes glued to his phone. He was texting someone. Probably a girl that he found more entertaining than you.
"It's no worries, really. Andy said. "Dominik actually knows the owner of the best rooftop bar in Liverpool."
"Gallaways?" You perked up.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Dominik frowned, his eyes on you and not his phone.
You shrugged cooly. "I've heard about it. My boyfriend says it's okay."
"Boyfriend?"
He seemed surprised.
"Yes, boyfriend. Maybe I should give him a call and see if he can help us get—"
"We're in." Dominik said, shoving his phone back into his pocket. "My friend has a table waiting for us."
"How fun." Lexi squealed. "Doesn't that sound fun Y/N?"
"Yes, delightful."
Dominik was watching you in the same way you watched him, quite spitful. It was lucky you were going to another bar. If you were going to make it through this double date, you were going to need something stronger to drink than beer. Much stronger.
Part 2
#fanfiction#football imagine#footballer x reader#footballer imagine#football angst#dominik szoboszlai x reader#dominik szoboszlai imagine#dominik szoboszlai#andy robertson#liverpool fc
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reasons why lorne is queer coded and why I am confused no one talks about the gay icon that he is
he is a stereotypical effeminate gay man down to the voice (i hate that you know the one, but you know the one). he likes glitz and glam and showbiz and female celebrities and parties and pop culture and mimosas and nice clothes and just behaves the way gay men are stereotypically shown/seen to behave (especially in early 2000s media) so um yeah that’s straight up the definition of queer coding but THERES MORE SO IM CONTINUING
his innate passion for music is used as a clear allegory for being different, and by extension sexuality and gender. he was shunned for his unique interest in music by his family and culture, and hated for being different by everyone in pylea despite it being something he couldn’t seem to control. when he comes to earth, he is able to be himself and pursue his passions, and sees pylea and his family environment as literal hell. the culture in pylea is based around conformity and obedience and is run by a shady religious group, so him breaking free from that environment is super relatable for queer people who grew up in religious / anti-lgbt homes
caritas is most definitely a metaphor for a queer safe space / gay bar. there is no violence allowed, humans and demons exist there in peace with each other, and he created it personally from the ground up to provide a space for others like him who are different and might not want to go / be able to go to “normal” or human bars. oh and also there’s a club shooting scene where, despite most of the demons there being peaceful, the shooters are a, afraid of them and b, in this specific case, enjoy hunting and terrorising them for sport because they hate them so much. so. yeah that TOTALLY doesn’t reflect real life queer history and current events not at ALL
the women in the deathwok clan look like bearded men. lorne makes a few comments about cordelia’s beauty and availability as well as some pylean women from the past, but we know that the concept of gender and womanhood is different in pylea. so even if he is attracted to women, his experience of gender and gendered attraction is undeniably queer by human standards regardless
he clearly has a casual thing for angel. like he knows that man is gorgeous but he also knows that angel is in love with like fifteen different people throughout the series and he is just not about that drama
he uses affectionate pet names for everyone, especially angel, ALL THE TIME like honey, baby, muffin, sweetcheeks, angel-cakes etc
he fulfils the gay best friend stereotype very often in the role he plays in episodes, often furthering others’ arcs and the plots of episodes while providing sassy quirky advice and having no personal character growth. bad trope that I do not like but it’s true
he is a kind sweet mum friend and a sassy gay wine aunt at the same time and I love that for him
EDIT I realised this on rewatch recently, I had forgotten there is a scene where just straight up shamelessly asks angel out on a date to a concert. so.
basically I have a lot of feelings about him and I simultaneously relate to him and want him to be my mum and he is a very very special boy who deserves all the love in the world!!! so!!! lorne says happy pride month!!!!
edit: everyone in the tags and comments saying it is obvious you are completely true and correct!! which is why idk why no one talks about him!!!!! I just wanted to put my thoughts into words so here it is
#ats#angel the series#lorne#btvs lorne#ats lorne#krevlornswath#krevlornswath of the deathwok clan#buffyverse#buffy the vampire slayer#btvs
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Let Go (Chapter 1)
Paring: Jaden Hossler x Landon Barker
Tags/Warnings: blonde Jaden, dual POV , internalized homophobia, homophobia, religious gulit, scent kink, masturbation, mentions of Coopers death,
A/N: Breaking this long ass fic into chapters as requested. Landon’s 20 as this takes place last year.
Landon
Ever since Jaden started working with my dad and signed to his record label, our house has become his second home. And with a new Album in the works, Jaden’s been here more than usual lately, recording with my dad in his home studio until late at night. Most nights after recording he just crashes here. Despite the house having numerous guest rooms, Jaden usually opts for sleeping in my room.
The first time my dad introduced me to Jaden the two of us clicked right away and quickly became best friends, so I don’t mind the company; in fact I might enjoy it a little too much.
Jaden
After a long , but productive day of recording it feels great to just chill and play some video games in Landon’s room before we go to sleep. Landon’s sitting cross-legged on his bed just scrolling through social media, while im sitting at the end of the bed kicking serious ass in Call of Duty. I honestly love that about our friendship, how we can be doing totally different things at times and yet still enjoys eachother’s company. And there’s never any need for annoying small talk or pressure to feel like either of us have to keep the conversation going. But at the same time we can talk to each other about anything and everything. The only other person I was able to do that with was Cooper. Fuck, I miss him, man. His death broke me, and although I’ve been getting help and healing I’m not sure I’ll ever be fully put back together, but I’m trying. It’s part of the reason why I crash in Landon’s room almost every night. Besides it being easier than going back home for the night, staying with Landon makes feel less alone and keeps me from getting lost in own head. He’s been a big help with adjusting to life in LA too, Moving from the south to LA a few years ago was a bit of a culture shock for me, and I don’t know what I would have done without Landon in my life to guide me through it. I seriously love him so much…No Homo. Ugh, I wish I could stop feeling the need to think or say shit like that anytime I compliment or express how much one of my male friends mean to me. Growing up in a Conservative Christian household in Texas and Tennessee will definitely do that to you. I’ve definitely grown as a person and have become more open minded and accepting since moving to LA. I’ve met and worked with some of the coolest people, a lot of which are from the LGBT+ community, including some of my fans—who i adore more than anything. I’m tying my hardest to let go of the homophobic ways of thinking that’s been ingrained in me from my life in the south and Christianity, and for the most part I have. I even joined an inclusive church out here but something about it still makes me uncomfortable for some reason and I can’t quite put my finger on it, and why I have the insitent need to make sure no one assumes or gets the impression that I’m gay, because I’m not, I’m totally straight.
Landon
I’m bisexual, I’ve known that for some time. Maybe bi-curious is more accurate? I don’t really know. All I know is as far back as I can remember I’ve found both women and men attractive, I thought everyone did. It wasn’t until I was like fourteen and one of my friends asked me if I liked the outfit he had picked out for the first day of freshman year, and I told him I thought he would look cute in it, and he asked me if I was gay? I never gave it much thought before, with LA being one of the most LGBT+ friendly places in the United States, I never really had to, it didn’t matter. But after that I found myself wanting an answer to that question too. And with some unsupervised computer time and a bottle of lotion, I quickly learned that I was, in fact, at the very least, bisexual. And although I never actually developed any crushes on my male friends or felt the urge to experiment with them, the glow of the computer screen in my dark bedroom at night became a routine, became like NyQuil to me. I’ve kept it to myself all these years, never feeling the need to come out as it was more of just a guilty pleasure and I was content with not taking it further in real life, but that all changed one day this past year while playing basketball with Jaden in the LA heat. I was about to go for a slam dunk, when Jaden jumped right in front of me, arms up, blocking my shot. The sweaty musk of Jaden’s underarms fighting its way through his fading deodorant took me by surprise. I don’t know if it was his pheromones or what, but I would have bottled the scent and doused myself with it until I drowned, It was that intoxicating. I wanted more, wanted him, his sweat, his smell, his body, his everything— fuck, I wanted Jaden.
Jaden
I’m about win Call of Duty when out of nowhere I get shot.
“Fuuuck, I was sooo close,” My body falls back in defeat, my head accidentally landing in Landon’s lap. “Oh shit, dude, sorry!” I quickly sit back up, but Landon stops me.
“It’s fine,” he says “I don’t mind. You’ve been playing that game all night. Just relax.”
“O-ok, you uh..” I scratch the back of my neck, “You sure?” I question, but I’m laying back down before he even answers.
My brain is overflowing with confusing thoughts: Is this normal? Do guy friends do this type of stuff? Is this cuddling, it certainly feels like at least a form of cuddling. And my body seems to be responding the same way as it does to cuddling; I feel safe and comfortable and a little warm inside. I’ve only cuddled with girls though. I didn’t know you could cuddle with your guy friends too? And that’s like acceptable? I’m still learning where the line between anti-toxic masculinity and being gay crosses or if that’s even a thing? But one thing is for sure, LA and the South have VERY different opinions on what’s considered gay.
What’s considered gay in the South: looking at another guy for more than two seconds, hugging another male (a quick pat is all you need), giving a guy a compliment, having excellent hygiene— hell I know some guys that don’t wash their ass cuz ‘it’s gay.’
What’s considered gay in LA: Actually being gay. So since I’m straight I guess this is okay? I hope so because I hate to admit that I really like this.
Landon
Don’t touch his hair, don’t get hard, don’t touch his hair, don’t get hard .But fuck it’s all I wanna do. I’ve had this fantasy many times before except usually he’s face down in my lap, my fingers lost in his hair as I palm the back of his head.
I shake my head to clear the image from my mind like an Etch-a stretch.I hate that sometimes my desire for him is so strong, I think about him in ways I know he wouldn’t approve of. It feels like betrayal, it feels wrong. He’s my best friend, I don’t like hiding this from him, but I know, he would be disgusted with me if he knew, I mean wouldn’t anyone, gay, bi or not? Imagine finding out the person you trust the most has been secretly getting off to you. I do my best not to give into the temptation, but how can I not when he’s gone at the studio all day and my bedsheets still smell like him.
I shouldn’t but I do, I let my fingertips flirt with pieces of his bleach blonde hair— my absolute favorite look on him by the way— aimlessly twirling small tuffs as Jaden searches through Netflix for something to watch. In the short time it takes him to choose something, my fingers have found themselves even deeper, my nails lightly grazing his scalp in a circular motion. I half expect him to tell me to stop any second now but when he lets out a small moan, it’s me who stops.
Jaden
“Holy shit, man, I’m sorry. I-I just got way too relaxed there for a second,” I blurt out in embarrassment the second I feel Landon’s hand pause in my hair. It was kind of an odd thing for him to do in the first place, and at the beginning, my old ways of thinking started creeping back in, but then I noticed my body slowly relaxing into his touch. We’ve spent so much time together lately, I think he’s just stating to know me better than I know myself, because after a long day in the studio, relaxation, is exactly what I need
“No worries,” Landon says with a small chuff of laughter “Everything’s all good bro. You really gotta stop apologizing tonight.” He starts scratching my scalp again but then pauses once more. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Actually, umm i-if you don’t mind doing it just a little longer, it’s really helping me unwind before bed.”
“Of course,” Landon agrees.
Landon
And now he’s asleep in my lap. God, he’s so beautiful, I could stare at him forever; his flawless skin, jaw so sharp it could kill a man, his full pink lips just slightly part—nonooonoo, fuck, I gotta get him off me before my dick wakes him up first. I cradle the back of his head with my hands and gently lift him from my lap, replacing my body with a pillow. He’s on my side of the bed, so I have no choice but to sleep on his.
Not even five minutes into being on his side I know there’s no way I’m getting any sleep, because despite being tired, part of me is very alert right now. I can’t control it, his smell is all around me; the sheet under me, the blankets on top, and don’t even get me started on his pillow— I can see the TMZ headlines now: ‘Landon Barker dead at 20! It appears the son of Blink182’s drummer, Travis Barker has died from accidentally asphyxiating himself with a pillow.’ I’d bury my face in it and forget to come up for air.
There’s only one thing I can do to fix it, it certainly isn’t gonna go away on its own. This time I allow myself to think of Jaden as I tug on my cock because I know it’s the quickest way to finish; alternating between pretending my tight grip is his mouth and his ass. I get too lost in the fantasy and before I can stop myself a breathy “Jaden,” tumbles from my lips…
#jaden x landon#Jaden x Landon smut#jaden hossler smut#jxdn smut#Landon Barker smut#Jaden Hossler#jxdn#Landon barker#Jaden Hossler fanfic#jxdn fanfic#landon barker fanfic
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Fandom is wild! I love it.
Also, I'm just thinking and those thoughts are wandering out of my fingertips. This is just me wondering "aloud".
Tommy Kinard shows up for 30 seconds, after comments about Buck going on a self-discovery journey, and BOOM we have a new relationship and portmanteau in less then 60 seconds.
After last season, I have zero expectations for this season. I can honestly say last season was the most disappointing of the show for me. That ending was awful.
But back to the speculation and messiness. Okay, let's assume for a minute that Buck and Tommy start messing around. I hate to break it to the general public but it isn't as uncommon as you may think for people in their 30s, 40s, and even older to realize they may not be the sexuality they thought they were or to say, "I don't give a damn", and start exploring different avenues.
Personally, I think Buck has been bi-coded all along. But, that's just my opinion. I think he just hasn't dated any man since he began working at the 118.
As for Eddie, I think when they were on Fox, that character was written to appeal to the...ahem...Fox demographic. He's a macho, muscular, handsome alpha male type: good old southern boy, religious, war hero, badass, survivor who loves his family and country. No way was that character EVER going to be anything remotely other than completely heterosexual.
I also believe that as long as the show was on Fox, no white male lead would be anything other than straight. (Look at the history of the major or recurring gay characters on the show. Hen, Karen, Michael, David, the first guy Michael was dating, Eva, and Josh. Note the ratios and how almost stereotypical Eva and Josh are written.)
With a move to ABC, I think there is a chance for a more...diverse spectrum within the LGBTQ characters; however, I am not sure ABC is willing to write both the male leads, I know Bobby and Chim are strongly written characters, but let's be real, Buck and Eddie are arguably the most popular characters, as possibly bi or gay and put them together. Why are they, and not Bobby or Chim, the most popular, especially with that coveted demographic of women 18-49? When you answer that you have the reason both networks might be hesitant to put two men who live in each other's pockets and co-parent a child together.
In business and marketing, how race and sexuality are approached is still quite influenced by the vocal majority and how they think it works. It isn't right. It silences the voices of those who aren't TPTB. The people who are members of those groups aren't listened to, but that is how it is.
My heart will always beat for Buddie endgame. (And write Buddie fanfic when I have time.) But I have seen how media, marketing, and corporations operate and they will always feed the people holding the wallets keeping them afloat. That is why there is a part of me that believes Buddie is probably only going to exist in fanfic.
Buck, and Buck alone, may be given a bi arc while Eddie is written as 100% heterosexual and permanently paired with a woman, while being supportive of Buck and his partner.
By keeping one canonically straight and making the other canonically bi they can straddle the fence. They can play up the chemistry between Buck and Eddie, teasing a what might or could be situation, while keeping them apart.
I could also be totally wrong. Maybe when Eddie realizes Buck likes men, he decides to add more rainbow to his preferences, give in to the very dirty, and locked down like a bank vault, fleeting thoughts he's had about his best friend over the years, corner Buck alone, tell him drop Tommy or whatever man is d-ing him down, and do the d-ing down himself.
Hey, ABC! You are welcome to use the last paragraph for inspiration!
#9 1 1#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buddie#buddie 911#buck x eddie#eddie x buck#buck/tommy#tommy/buck#tuck#evan buckley x eddie diaz#eddie diaz x evan buckley#Lou Eng's take
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"Better late than never" part 8
COOKIES
Soap was aware of how much work is on Ghost’s shoulders, the man never gets a break. If he is not commanding a mission on which soldiers have to depend on his decisions, death being a repercussion of even the smallest mistake he could make. Then, he has to put up with recruits at training which is usually a shit show of inexperienced firearm usage and Ghost’s screaming and cursing. On top of that, he had a shit ton of paper works.
Since Soap figured out that he can actually help him with that, he had been doing it more frequently. Often staying late in Ghost’s room to fill out things he needed help with. Ghost never asked for his help, and neither did he say thank you. But Soap knew that he appreciated the help and maybe even his company because halfway through the work Ghost would ask if Johnny wants him to make coffee and they were also spending time together after they were done. There was always a plate of cookies on the desk for Soap to munch on- the cookies were there only when he was around.
Soap loved those cookies, but whenever he asked what brand they were the other men would say that he bought them in the canteen. Which had to be total bullshit since the ones sold there tasted of nothing but cardboard. Soap was certain that Ghost was straight up gatekeeping the brand- which was hilarious to him. But that day was the day he will finally get the brand's name.
“It seems we ur done fur today, Lt.” Soap exclaimed, putting the last document into a file and then stretching his hands above his head. He looked at the empty plate, only crumbs left after he devoured the cookies. “So… the cookies-”
“I told you I got them in the canteen. You sound like a broken record” Ghost cut in.
“No, na ye didn’t ye liar! Those are one of the best food I had and believe me I checked th’ canteen. They have only two brands! Both taste stale!” Ghost just crossed his arms “Ghost with all due respect ye can’t keep this one thing a secret. We speak aboot cookies, nae nuclear codes.”
“Biscuits, not cookies.”
“Oh, go 'n' bile yer heid!” They sat in silence for a second, then Soap eyed the trash bin. “I will go thro’ yer trash to find the packaging.”
“No, you won’t, Soap”
The sergeant stood up.
“Sergeant…” Ghost warned, but Soap really enjoyed those biscuits. He bend over the bin, ready to inspect it. “Soap, don’t.”
“Ye won’t stop me, I just have to make sure there isn’t anything I don’t wanna stick mah hand in.”
“God give me strength.” Ghost whispered to himself. “You won’t find anything, there is no box, Johnny.” He sounded exasperated.
“Did ye pumpin' burned it or whit?”
“Wha- of course not! I am not you, you pyromaniac.”
“Then- No way!” Soap looked at him with big eyes. Ghost groaned already knowing what was coming. “Ye baked them!?”
“What if? Do you want to comment on it?” Ghost remembered well how everyone usually reacted to this information. They would say it was not a thing for men like him, for men at all. His previous team would burst out laughing if he told them. Of course, he had more faith in 141, in Johnny but his father's words stuck to him like glue. ‘Kitchen is a woman’s place, no wonder you are such a brat. You can’t even be a proper man.’ He would say whenever young Simon would be helping his mother with baking.
Ghost knew it was not true, of course, he did. But words like that stuck, especially when heard at a young age. Especially when followed by a ‘punishment’.
Ghost didn’t notice when Soap sat again in his chair.
“Oh, ye bet I am going to comment on it. You are keeping those skills from us when all of us could be eating those delights!” Soap was smiling brightly at Ghost, simply happy to get to know something new about his friend. “You make amazing cookies- sorry. Biscuits.” The Scot mocked him and punched his shoulder playfully.
And how could he think that would get any other reaction from Johnny? Ghost blushed under the mask, not ready for the compliment.
“When do ye bake them? How? Where?”
Ghost fidgeted with the aglet of his hoodie’s strings. “When I don’t get a full night of sleep- which is often. I snuck into the kitchen, nobody will stop me past midnight. I keep the ingredients here so nobody takes them.” He explained.
“Huh.” Soap chuckled. “No one in the right mind takes things from your shelf.”
“Yeah, but custard powder would look weird, wouldn’t it? Besides you literally take my milk every morning.”
Soap smirked. “I am not in the right mind.”
Ghost’s eyes wrinkled in a smile and he shook his head. “Just… don’t go gossiping about it,”
“Will you be making me more?” He raised his eyebrows.
Ghost hummed agreeing.
“We’ve got ourselves a deal, sir.” The sergeant pretended to zip his mouth. “I will have to steal th’ recipe from ye one day and sell it to mah ma’”
Ghost looked at the clock- it was already late. Could they?
“I can teach you now.” He proposed. “If you want.”
Soap was already standing. “Stupid question.”
It was so nice to see someone excited about something he likes. Soap often shares about his hobbies and he is happy to listen. He himself is rather reserved about his interests, so opening up and seeing someone so excited about it? If Ghost was someone else he would hug the Scot.
***
“So what are we making chef?” Soap clapped his hands, leaning on the counter while Ghost was preparing some bowls. Ghost looked at what they had.
“I am thinking bourbon biscuits.” Soap looked like he wanted to say something. “And no, there is no alcohol in them Johnny.”
“Pity.”
“Go wash your hand, we will make the dough first.” After they did that Soap grabbed his phone and put on some quiet chill music, he didn’t want to push their luck.
Ghost instructed Soap which dry ingredients he should be mixing first while Soap swayed side to side to the music, listening. Soap did exactly as Ghost told him, carefully measuring like he was building a bomb. Ghost said to add whole flour which would be alright if he didn’t dump it all at once in the sieve the lieutenant. A cloud of white powder covered them both.
Ghost took a deep breath and exhaled some of the powder. He could hear Soap trying to hold his laughter. He turned to scold him, but he was met with flour being blown straight at his balaclava. Soap was straight-up cackling at this point.
“Now ye are a real ghost!” He said between wheezing.
Ghost took some flour from the counter and messed Soap’s mohawk with it.
“Oi!”
They messed with each other like that for a while, when Ghost actually looked around.
“Ok, stop. Price will kill us when he walks in here tomorrow.”
Soap had to have the last word. He grabbed the base of Ghost’s mask. Ghost panicked a little- ready to push Soap away. Luckily he only pulled at it a little to suddenly let it- causing the flour to lift from it.
“We will clean up later, Lt.” He came back to swaying his hips.
Ghost let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Soap bumped their hips together, prompting Ghost to relax and sway with him while they continued.
Ghost had to bite his cheeks to not smile like an idiot.
And for Soap the biscuits were no longer the prize, seeing Simon all domestic and relaxed while speaking about all types of flour and which one is his favourite? That was priceless.
***
Task Force 141 drank their morning drink of choice with the addition of perfectly baked biscuits.
I am really happy with this one <3 I am sorry for the late update but I have less and less time. I love reading your comments and thoughts on the fic <3
Also, I thought I will mention that I have a Ko-Fi now if someone feels like buying me some coffee. I am saving for university!
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Magical Studies (Sylvain X Male Reader)
“Your swinging is horrible.”
“I know. Why do you think I use magic?”
“And yet the professor wanted for you to train in swords.” Felix frowns. He feels he’s being held back from his regular training by helping his younger brother.
“Maybe he wants me to be a Trickster or Mortal Savant? Well, whatever, I probably stick with magic anyway.”
“Fine by me. Still, the professor egged me on to help you. Let’s not waste time, so you better focus.” As both men draw out their swords, someone else joins the training ground, causing the swordman to scowl. “No.”
“I haven’t even said anything.” Sylvain quickly defends himself.
“My apologizes. You meant to train here, huh?” Felix looks at Sylvain, who awkwardly looks at him. “Thought so.”
“I was just wondering how you two are doing. Thought I would check up you two.”
“I’m horrible.” Y/N comments.
“And now I’m training him right now. Meaning you’re interrupting.” Felix coldly says to his friend.
“Well, maybe you should get a different teacher.”
Felix glares at the taller man. “You’re saying this is my fault?”
“No, I didn’t mean that.” Sylvain quickly clarifies himself. “I thought maybe it would be better for Y/N to have a different way to learn.”
Felix hums. “I can see that.” Without a warning, he hands over the sword to Sylvain. “Here.”
“W-What?” Sylvain looks surprised. “You want me to teach him?”
“Yes, but knowing you, it probably won’t work.”
“But I don’t use swords.”
“Good. You’re on equal level. Maybe you can figure it out together.” Felix looks at his younger brother, who’s stunned his older brother would do this. “Talk you later.” Thus, he walks away and out of the room.
“Wait! Felix!” Sylvain wanted him to change his mind, but deep down, he knows it will do nothing. After sigh, he looks back at the younger Fraldarius. “Your brother is a handful.”
“Imaging living with him for your entire life.” Y/N cracks up a smirk. “So… are we going to train, or…?”
“Sure. Why not?”
They get into their places and begin sparring. Of course, they begin slowly. Though they slowly build up the pace, bit by bit. Everything has been going well, until one incident.
“What the-!?” Sylvain gasp as he quickly looks back, where he sees Y/N’s sword hanging against the wall.
“Oh my-! Are you alright!?”
“Did you just threw the sword at me?” The redhead looks back at his friend.
“I-It just slipped!” Y/N quickly excuses himself. “It was an accident! I swear!”
“It’s alright.” Sylvain calms him down, but Y/N still feel guilty. “How about we take a break?”
They decided to go outside after putting the swords away. That’s when they walk around the Monastery. While they chat, Y/N rents about the entire situation.
“I almost killed Felix too. Multiple times. He called me a moron in return.”
“Don’t fret about it.” Sylvain continues to feel his friend better. “You’re maybe a bad swordsman, but you’re still good mage.”
“The best.” Y/N says with full confidence. “I got straight A’s in the School of Sorcery back in Fhirdiad. Mercedes and Annette would say that too.” He let out a sigh. “Why can’t the professor see that?”
“Someone sounds full of confidence.” Sylvain find it funny the total shift of mood.
“I’m a modest guy, but I take pride in my magic.” Y/N explains. “I studied every type of magic. Whether it’s reason, faith or dark. I even create my own spells.”
“You can do that?” Sylvain sounds impressed. “What did you make?”
“Let’s see… I made a spell that shoots a beam of ice. One that tangles enemies with vines. But I also made spells that are used out of combat. Like one that cleans object, increases one’s charm, turn bad food into good one-”
“Wait a sec. Increases someone’s charm?” Sylvain is intrigued of how he can use this for picking up the ladies.
Y/N regrets confessing one of his spells. “I’m not going to let you bother any more girls.”
“C’mon! How about we see this as an experiment?” Sylvain suggests. “Say, what if we use the spell in order to neutralize the enemy without any shed of blood. Won’t that better the world?”
Y/N can’t believe Sylvain slimed his way to convince him to do it. “Fine, but only for a better world.”
-
Both men are standing at the marketplace, where they try their experiment. There are a couple of female students at the stall, in which Sylvain is intrigued by.
“You sure about this? I’m not finalizing the spell, so you might get results you don’t like.”
“Nothing permanently?”
“I sure hope not…”
“Fine by me.” Sylvain carelessly ignores the potential risk. “Let the experiment begin.”
“Alright.” A purple magic circle appears in front of Y/N and a purple shine lands on Sylvain.
The philander quickly looks around his body, seeing nothing changed. Nor does he feel hurt or changed. “…Does it work?” There isn’t a respond of Y/N. Thus, he looks back at him, seeing him look away with his face red. “Are you blushing?”
“S-Shut it!”
“Wow, you totally are!” Sylvain looks impressed. “The spell worked!”
“I increased your natural pheromones… and it looks like it worked.” Y/N tries his best to act normal. “J-Just go flirt with the girls already!”
Sylvain chuckles. “Don’t mind if I do.”
The man leaves Y/N and heads towards the stall, where he chats with the girls. Though he quickly notices that the girls aren’t responding like Y/N did. However, he did get some odd gazes from the male students. Feeling like he figured what the risk is, he returns back to Y/N, who looked normal first, before he shies away.
“The spell only works on guys!”
“I-It does!?” Y/N looks surprised. “I probably changed the pheromones to focus on guys…”
Before Sylvain could respond, one of their classmates passes by. Being polite as he usually is, Ashe decided to say hi, only to instantly notice the strange aura. “H-Hey guys. Y-You two having a good day?”
This confirms Sylvain’s suspicion. Y/N surely noted this. “We’re good. We’re heading to the dorms. See you later.”
-
Y/N and Sylvain heads to the bathhouse to get rid of the pheromones, thus breaking the spell. That’s what at least Y/N thinks. Ones there, the redhead prepares himself to go in the bath, which happens to be empty. Before undressing himself, he notices Y/N heading the exit.
“You’re not coming?”
“First, you’re teasing me with the entire spell. And now, you want to join you in a bath, while the spell is still active?”
“I don’t see the problem. Aren’t you supposed to confirm that the spell breaks with this?”
“You’re such a-” Y/N let out a grunt. “Fine… Wonder how you treat me if I were a girl?”
“Probably worse.” Sylvain says with a smirk.
They change their clothes and get into the bath, with Y/N staying away from Sylvain, who’s putting his entire body in the water. After coming out of the water, he looks back.
“They’re still there?”
Y/N gets closer, only then having an answer. “Y-Yes. Just continue putting your head underwater.”
Sylvain continues to clean himself from the pheromones. After a while, after his entire body is drenched by the hot water, he looks back at Y/N, awaiting for an answer. The spellcaster gets closer.
“It’s gone.” Y/N comments.
“Thank goodness. Now I don’t have to worry about guys like you smothering over me. But I guess you still will do so.”
“You think I’m into you?” Y/N says with a smirk. “We will be an awful couple. You will just cheat with any girl that passes by.”
“You really think that low on me?” Sylvain acts offended. “Like you don’t have your own baggage. Your brother will probably kill me if we were together.”
Y/N then smirks. “Now that you point that out, maybe we should be together.”
Sylvain chuckles. “Fine by me.”
-
After a long bath, the two guys continue spending their day together. As they approach the dining hall, they get approach by someone, reminding them that they completely forgot their training.
“Well? Did you learn something?”
“A lot.” Sylvain quickly pitches in. “…Just nothing revolving around sword fighting.”
“I’m not disappointed. Just confirming your lackless attitude.” Felix says coldly.
Y/N frowns. “Can’t you stop acting so rude.”
“Can’t you just do something as easy as practice. I can’t have your back the entire time.” Felix explains. “You need to learn to be independent.”
“I am.” Y/N argues back. “Maybe if you look less on what I can’t do and instead look on what I can, you know I’m more than capable.” The younger man let out an annoyed huff before leaving.
Felix let out a groan. “That idiot…”
“You should treat him less hard. He’s still a kid.” Sylvain defends his friend.
“We’re here for a reason. We’re not kids anymore, nor should we act like one.” Felix still holds up his stance. “He should realize that.” With that, he walks away, leaving Sylvain wondering what’s up with Felix, and how he could help Y/N.
-
Y/N is again practicing again at the training ground, where he swings his sword. Still, he doesn’t feel confident about it. He then sensed someone joining him. As he looks back, he sees Sylvain, as well the professor.
“Oh, hello professor. Sylvain.” Y/N nods to his friend.
“I heard you were having trouble with the sword. I didn’t knew you needed more guidance.” Byleth kindly says.
“I told him.” Sylvain admits. “Felix was complaining about the entire thing, and I know I’m not the one that can teach you, so I went to the teacher.”
Y/N smiles. “Thank you.”
“Next time when you’re having trouble, go to me.” Byleth adds.
“Looks like all that ends well.” Sylvain smiles. “Let me know if you need something.”
As he tries to walk away, Byleth speaks up. “Hold up. I think this an opportunity for you to learn a thing or two.”
Sylvain sighs. “Better luck next time…”
-
Some days has passed, and Y/N and Sylvain are swinging blows. The taller man can tell the spellcaster become better. Ever since their private tutor with the professor, Y/N’s sword affinity become better. His swings become smoother, faster and stronger. His stance as well become better. Sylvain would even admit he’s better then him. That definitely proves the current match, where Y/N uses Hexblade to destroy Sylvain’s training sword.
“What the-!?” Sylvain looks shocked.
“I did it!” Y/N smiles. “I recently learned that move. And now I will use it.” He gives a mischievous smirk. “Those bandits won’t know what will hit them.”
“I never think I will see the day where you act like a hotshot.” Sylvain responds. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you! Oh, and also thank you for your support. If only Felix would act more like you. …Without your bad parts.”
Sylvain laughs. “I can wish the same. Maybe you can call me your big brother instead?”
“Absolutely not. You’re more like… umm… a very good friend.”
“Just a very good friend?”
“Maybe.” Y/N smirks back. “I would consider you a good husband if you cut down with the flirting.”
“And what if I stop?” Sylvain asks.
“Action tells more than words.” Y/N says. “I guess only time will tell I can view you not only as a trustfully friend, but as something more.”
“Sounds like a challenge, and I sure like to take one. How about a warming up? We can go to the dining hall and get some food.”
“Sounds like a good idea. We can celebrate my victory.”
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the bathroom stalls
day 27 of a very zosan centric kinktober - glory holes
Sanji hears rumours about a bathroom stall in which men have anonymous sex. He's not into men but it wouldn't hurt to check out...right?
Now before anyone even thinks about saying it, Sanji is totally still straight and doesn’t like men. He just so happens to be in a place where he can anonymously have sex with me. That’s all. Okay, well, obviously there is a lot more to it that just that. He’s in denial about the very possibility that he might like men. Which is what had brought him to this place. He has...heard from a friend that there are places were men meet up to have sex all the time anonymously. He was hesitant as he realised that as soon as he was committed to going, that was it, he would be officially attracted to men and what a horrible conclusion that would be!
Regardless, Sanji found himself going to this place. It was inside a bar in the town. Technically, it wasn’t officially a glory hole area, but people very much knew it was. There were rumours going around that in certain men’s stalls, there were things going on that no one wanted to talk about. But the blonde made his way to the bathroom to...look. At least see what was going on. It was quite early and there was none. Sanji saw that the said stalls were empty. So, when no one was looking, he slid into one of them.
So he found a hole between the two of them.
To be honest, there was nothing glamorous about the set up. It was literally a bathroom stall with a hole in the middle of the two. At least he could remain anonymous but hey...a little bit more romantic.
So, this was it...he guessed. He got in the stall and waited to see what would happen. There was the light buzz of music coming from the bar but other than that, he would hear people come into the bathroom and go to the other stalls.
It had been ten minutes since he had gone into the stall orignally and he was considering leaving when someone came in. He listened to the footsteps as it got closer to him and then... in the stall next to him. Sanji didn’t really know what to do or say...should he make conversation or should he wait until-
“Is someone there,” A male’s voice said before tapping the stall next to him. Sanji shuffled where he was. Nerves were getting the best of him over the fact that he was doing this of all things...with men.
“Y-Yes...” Sanji felt his whole face go red at the realisation of what was going to happen, “I’ve never really done this before...”
There was the sound of shuffling feet and then a tongue clicking before the man spoke about. “Hm. I was kinda hoping to get a blowjob...”
Jesus. Sanji had never even given a blowjob before in his life and now he was going to give it to this guy who he couldn’t even see. Why did his curiousity have to have gotten the better of him? He must have been thinking about it too much because the man tapped on the wall again.
“You have given a blowjob before, have you?”
Sanji didn’t know why but he felt rather offended by that question. Maybe it was because the guy on the other end sounded like an asshole, regardless of whether it was true or not, “Oh yeah! Totally! I suck off about five guys a fucking week,” Clearly not feeling all that shy anymore. That just got a laugh from the other man who started to rustle about with...something.
“ Oh yeah?” He said. Sanji couldn’t see him but he could just feel the smugness coming from the other side of the door, “You just sound like a slut then. I’ll have to put your mouth to the test then by fucking your mouth”
Sanji looked towards the hole in the wall only to see a cock appear through it. Sanji could only stare for a few seconds. He had never actually seen another man’s dick out in the open like this and he could only stare. Whoever this man was, he was big. He was thick as well. A good shape not that Sanji had any comparasion ever but christ how would it fit into his mouth?
“What’s wrong?” The impatient tapping of the other man at the other end of the door was back, “Hurry up,”
“Shut the fuck up,” The sound of Sanji dropping to his knees could be heard as he was now face to face with his cock. Sanji stared for a few more seconds. Sanji tried to think back to what he liked in a blowjob thinking if he could do this. His hand wrapped around the man’s cock before he leaned forward and put his lips over the head. It felt weird...tasted even weirder but he couldn’t deny the feeling that bubbled in his stomach when he did so.
“There you go...good boy...” He said as Sanji gradually took the head more and more into his mouth until all he could taste was him. He didn’t know if he was doing it okay...but he heard the moans from the man in the next stall, “Take my cock in a bit more...that’s it...”
Sanji did as he was told and pushed his mouth down to take him in more which got the approving moan. He was kind of glad he wasn’t being watched because he didn’t really want someone to be watching him in such a compromising position...especially when he’d never given a blowjob before.
Sanji began to lightly bob his head on his cock. He didn’t feel quite confident enough to even try deep throating his cock... He was too fucking big for that! No, Sanji just pulled his head back and then pushed back down. It wasn’t as weird as he originally thought it was...he actually kinda liked it. Kinda liked being the one to draw these moans out of this man. That’s why he felt more inclined to up the ante. To start bobbing his head
“You’re going to make me cum...” Those words ran in Sanji’s head. He continued to bop his head until he heard the “fuck” being mumbled and then felt the splatter of a white substance cover his mouth.
“Swallow”
And Sanji did exactly that. Swallowing down the cum that was in his mouth. There was a beat of a silence between the two men in separate stalls. The rustling of pants on the other side before he heard tapping on the wall.
“I hope I see you again...” The man sort of mumbled before opening the door and leaving without another word...leaving Sanji there sitting on the ground wondering just who was this stranger...
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Does Skyler have the "conversation" with E?
Okay, y'all. This is it. I've sat on it over the last few days, and, well, I can't see how this relationship with E - platonic, romantic, whatever we are or end up - can healthily continue without having a discussion on what it is I'm feeling for him.
Now this scares the ever living shit out of me. But courage is found through experience and love is all about communication and being vulnerable and, really, I think it's unfair to the both of us to not be open and honest with him.
So, to make this informed, I'm going to put a list of things E has done that I think does show interest, and then a list of things E has done that I think doesn't show interest. This is a somewhat long post because I'm also using it as my own sounding board to look back on, so I do apologize for that. Also, I like just spilling my guts every opportunity I can get.
Therefore, as of December 27th, 2024:
Things E has done that I (and others) believe show some sort of interest:
Openly been flirty with me from the get-go, including being flirty with me in group settings or around others. Other people have noticed this flirting.
Holds this sort of eye contact with me that.....doesn't feel completely like eye contact with a friend. It's charged, lingering, magnetic if you will. I've never experienced it before, and it's one of those things that, even if no one else believes it, I can feel it in my gut, wholeheartedly, that it's different with him. One other person has commented that they sort of see it too - when I talk, he apparently looks at me with such focus that it's almost like there's a "sparkle" in his eye or something.
Has openly "checked me out" at least once. Like, eyes moving across my whole body and lingering.......down below. (I was wearing admittedly tight running shorts).
The one time he came to pick me up for an event, he parked his car. Got out of his car. Walked to my front door. Rang the doorbell. Waited on my front porch for me to come out. Greeted me. Then we walked back to his car. (I've never personally been picked up for a date before, but I swear, this felt like that).
....Appreciated? My new hairstyle in a very open way. Where I went from super pinpoint straight hair to a curled perm. As in, when he first saw it: he was talking to someone else, someone who was standing right in front of him; I walked in and he immediately looked at me; he never looked away, his eyes followed me across the room until I stopped off to the side; meanwhile, this person never stopped talking to him and he almost, like....well, not ignored them, but I definitely had his attention.
Things E has done that I (and others) am not sure how to read:
He's become very chivalrous with me, especially as of late. Holds doors open for me, cleans up my trash/tray when we go out to eat, holds my purse when I use the restroom. He's ex-military so it could fully just be a respect thing he's learned, but I've never seen him personally clean other people's trash. He's cleaned trash after group lunches, but never one-on-one, and he's never held anyone else's purse either - though I don't think I've seen him be given the opportunity to besides with me.
He sent me a post on Instagram a few weeks ago that read, "I don't flirt, I just say every thought I have and hope for the best." I didn't think much of it at all until I was going through our DMs a few nights ago, and every friend I've asked says that's not something a straight guy sends his platonic guy friend.
Once, it came up in conversation about the differences between dating men and dating women. He said that he would think it'd be easier to date men. I joked "straight men, maybe." He laughed and said "yeah, maybe. I've never dated a guy before so I don't know." His reasoning is that he thinks it's easier to understand men than women, which could totally just be a straight guy thing, but all my friends say that sounds like he's at least questioning. I want to say he also asked "is it really that different?" or something, but I can't remember.
We hang out. A ton. Enough that my best friend joked that I see E more than she sees her long-term boyfriend. She was definitely exaggerating, but before the holidays, I definitely saw him more than any other friend.
He's only ever been flirty in that teasing sort of manner. No flirty comments about, like, getting into the bedroom or anything physical/sexual. No flirty compliments. No flirty touches either, really, but I'm starting to think he's not a touchy person in general. I sure as hell am not lol.
The last time we got food together, I definitely caught his eyes dropping to my lips, but I was also bringing my cup to my mouth to take a drink. I don't know if maybe the movement just caught his attention or what. I've never noticed him looking at my lips before, but I've also never looked for it either.
Things E has done that don't show interest:
When we worked together, he asked if two separate women were seeing anybody. The first time, I wasn't out to him yet so he didn't know I was gay. The second time was during the phase where I was open with him about being active on dating apps - this was also during a time when it felt like he was pulled back from me a bit. The spark was gone between us during this time, though I feel it's started to come back recently.
He joked that, since he's new to the area, he wanted me to be his "wingman" to help find him a girlfriend. Again, this was before he knew I was gay, and it hasn't come up in a while.
Overall, he has never explicitly said he's into guys. Though I've never outright asked him.
I don't hear from him much when we're not together in-person. When we worked together, this wasn't an issue - we saw each other daily at work. It also wasn't a super big issue when he first left our office. It's really just been an issue the last week or so, but it's also been a holiday week so I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt right now. I don't think he's also a big texter - rarely do we have a full-blown back-and-forth conversation through text, and unless I'm asking him a question, often times the convo ends with him leaving me on read. Like, the only communication we've had with each other for five days now has just been sending stuff on social media (this is not including the Merry Christmas texts since we both celebrate). It might be the longest we've gone without really, actually talking.
The biggest, most glaring issue is that I don't know if he's also into guys. But if so many other people see something between us, that has to mean something, right? If others have noticed his flirting, the looks he gives me, the way he's always around me, that has to mean something. And like I said, it just.....feels different with him then it ever has with any other guy friends I've had. And the last time we saw each other, something shifted, I think. I felt like it did - the way he looked at me felt more, I don't know, warm? Soft? Intense in a good way?
Maybe he's a naturally flirty, naturally inviting person. Maybe I'm delusional and psychotic and am losing my mind over nothing. Maybe everyone else who agrees that they see something is just telling me what I want to hear and isn't being honest.
But, anyway, I need my internet friends and family to help me decide:
Just as a note, if I do decide to have the conversation, I don't know how soon it will be. I'll honest to god need to take a shot beforehand just to muster up the courage lol.
#long post#i don't know#i think i know the answer and i'm just too scared to admit it out loud#because i've never felt this way for someone before#why do i fall so easily? i haven't genuinely liked someone in years#and the first guy who comes along that i genuinely grow real strong feelings for#is giving mixed signals on what his sexuality is :/#sorry y'all. only read and vote if you want!!#sky says
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1 and 6 for the spicy rook question?
Thank you for asking! I would love to answer as many of these questions as possible
What is your Rook's sexual orientation and identity? What are their pronouns?
Nephele: Bisexual, female, she/her
Nasreen: Bisexual/demisexual/demiromantic, female, she/her, maybe they? We're workshopping.
Aleksei: Pansexual, like if "little guy" was a gender?, he/they. Doesn't enforce the they, but does get a little extra pep in their step when it gets used.
Paloma: Lesbian, female, she/her
Konstantin: Bisexual/demisexual, male???? I guess??? What is gender??, he/him, but like....mayyybee they???? I don't know man, life is crazy
Brenna: Bisexual, female, she/her but she would be totally fine if someone threw a they her way.
Elspeth: Lesbian, non binary, she/they, but you have have to earn the "she". You don't get to use she unless you've passed the vibe check.
No one is straight in the Veilguard. No one.
6. Is Rook attracted to anyone or anything (i.e. negative qualities) that they shouldn't be?
Obsessed with this question because I haven't thought about it at all! I'm just going to start typing and we'll all find out together.
Nephele: I mean "people who do not treat her well" for sure. Which is why she doesn't date. She's had enough bad experiences to know that if you can't stop putting yourself in bad situations, maybe you're the problem (and if my OC is just me wearing a hat, what then?). She's been the victim of abuse and genuinely can not trust herself to distinguish a red flag from a beige flag and it's safer to not even try.
What is it that INITIALLY attracted her to Lucanis? Look, she is no better than any of us. That man flew out on spectral wings, started kicking ass, SNAPPED A MAN'S NECK IN FRONT OF HER FACE, and she was like....I'm pregnant. What made her fall in love with him is that no one has ever treated her well in a relationship, and this motherfucker is so goddamn sweet and romantic. She genuinely can't get over the cake thing. Seriously the bar is in hell for men, but the idea that she said something, and he listened and remembered and then SPENT TIME making something for her? Obsessed. Came for the stabbing, stayed for the unconditional love and support.
Also if she hadn't gotten with Lucanis, she totalllllllly gets the appeal of Emmrich. They would have been an awful couple and it wouldn't have lasted, but they would have banged it out for sure.
Nasreen: I mean SOME people would say that you shouldn't be attracted to people twice your age. Those people are cowards.
Something I haven't gotten in to at all is that Nasreen definitely had a huge crush on Aleksei growing up. Just to clarify in case you haven't read my other oc posts, Nasreen was orphaned at 10 and after she met Aleksei like a couple months to a year later Aleksei brought her home to his single mom and three younger brothers and was like "Hey this is my new best friend, can she stay forever?", and his mom is genuinely the sweetest person ever and basically adopted her. But while Aleksei definitely embraced the whole brother/sister thing, Nasreen was crushing on him hard and was always kind of waiting for him to see that. And he fully missed it.
She genuinely hasn't felt an attraction to anyone strong enough to act on it since. Until meeting Emmrich. So what is her type? Apparently it's lanky soft boys. And she's so real for that.
Aleksei: Aleksei's problem is that he's attracted to pretty much everyone. If it's got a pulse, he's going to flirt with it. If it doesn't go anywhere, that's totally fine. If it does, awesome. The problem is that he doesn't realize that some people take it really personally when he flirts with them and then flirts with other people. He also doesn't know when he's flirting for fun and when he has actually fallen for someone.
Genuinely, the group had to take his hand and explain to him that he either had to stop flirting with Bellara, or actually date her, because she was getting her feelings hurt. It literally didn't occur to him. And then they had to explain to him that he actually liked her and he was like.......OOOHHHHHH yeah I fucked up.
If I hadn't committed to using him for Bellara before starting the game, there are multiple romances I could see working for him. Particularly Lace, Davrin, and Neve.
Paloma: Paloma is a one night stand girl because she doesn't know how to talk to people and build relationships, not because she doesn't WANT a relationship. So she goes for anyone really who seems down to clown, and then gets really sad when they leave, even though there was never a realistic expectation of them not leaving.
Konstantin: Konstantin is big on pining for people who have shown absolutely no interest in him. I don't think he would know if someone was flirting with him either way, but he is very much in his room writing his crush's name in hearts while they have no idea he exists. He had fallen insanely hard for Lace, and was honestly doing his best to make moves until Elspeth made it very clear that she was going to beat his ass if he tried anything.
Brenna: Brenna is allergic to commitment. It's a Grey Warden thing (or at least that's what she tells herself). The fact that she actually falls in love with Davrin is so fucking embarrassing to her.
Elspeth: Elspeth has absolutely had like a fuckboi past (I like how the question was what are they attracted to that's bad for them and a lot of these are "here's how actually they are the toxic one"). And what's worse is they are attracted to very sweet shy girls, and then they get distracted or bored and they move on. Sometimes they forget to tell the girl they've moved on. Sometimes they date multiple girls at the same time and they're not very good at keeping them from finding out.
She's not a BAD person...she's just kind of irresponsible. She does genuinely care about them at the start.....she just doesn't know how to pick girls that match her energy. Viago has gone downstairs to find a lot of girls crying in his living room and he is sick and tired of it.
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