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witch-and-her-witcher · 3 months

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I wish you would write a fic about body worshiping someone who is ashamed to recieve it. The ashamed party both loves and hates the worship at the same time and their partner makes them cum about it until they're cross-eyed.

Oh, anon, I know you didn't want Lussian ... but that's what's happening. 🤭

Lucien x Cassian (Lussian) | E | Touch Starved, Body Worship | 2k

Rhysand asks Lucien to help piece the General of his armies back together after the ill-fated Winter Solstice. Lucien is nothing if not diligent in his task.

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Had Rhysand known through his daemati abilities what would happen?

Had he somehow seen a mutual need within his brother and this outsider amongst his court?

Or maybe both of their abject loneliness, the unbidden pin of rejection from a mate, was plain enough for everyone to see. No special mind reading skills needed.

Winter Solstice hadn't gone well for either of them.

That seems likely enough to Lucien, because it had been an obvious weight bearing down on Cassian's broad shoulders and drooping wings as he shouldered into the seedy tavern the High Lord had pointed him towards — because it was a familiar one.

He's also not sure if anyone outside of himself, Rhysand and Cassian himself realize he and the eldest Archeron are mates.

That's originally what Lucien had assumed, why Rhysand had sent him to find the Night Court General, bidding Lucien the best fit for cheering up the male because, "You'll find even his sour moods are pleasant in comparison to Tamlin's most mild moods."

If no one else knew about the bond, if no one else had nothing better to do on Winter Solstice beside pretend to sleep in a too large bed in a too large home full of too large of personalities, or if no one else had Lucien's particular expertise with hot tempered military types ...

Well, he didn't know the exact reasoning behind Rhysand's task, but now ... now this inevitability seems like the true reason.

Because if there's anything these two miserable males need, it's to get laid.

To drown out their loneliness and rejection in the passions of another's shared body.

And why not kill two birds with one stone?

It has the High Lord of Night Court’s scheming efficiency written all over it.

What Lucien can't wrap his mind around now is why he can't find it in himself to say no.

To tell the hulking mass of muscles and tattoos and sad hazel eyes that he's had one too many, that they both have while commiserating, and he doesn't really want to invite this outcast among them to his bed.

Instead, as Cassian rubs circles into Lucien's hip bones where he's rucked up his shirt, skewed his trousers to get skin on skin contact, Lucien can only think about how good those sword calloused thumbs will feel elsewhere. How intoxicating Cassian's hot, whiskey flavored breath is in this shared space between their mouths.

“What do you say, fireling?”

Lucien’s metal eye whirs with indecision.

His mind knows this is a potentially terrible idea.

But his cock?

Broad, broad hands wind their way, brushing under the waistband of his trousers and eliciting goosebumps in their wake along Lucien’s hips.

Anxiety simmers under the surface as Cassian waits intently for any indication of Lucien’s desires. His gaze trails the planes of his face, but doesn’t snag anywhere in particular.

He doesn’t get hung up on the scars, on the metal eye.

He never has and Lucien appreciates that about Cassian.

So he presses his hips forward, so Cassian’s thumbs bite into his hip bones on just this side of painful, and his hard cock rubs against the seam of his trouser as he grinds against the leather trapped, iron-hard length in front of him.

“How will you make me feel good, Illyrian?” he asks, and he lets the low-stoked embers of the heat growing in his belly show in his good eye. “What are you willing to do?”

Cassian’s mouth falls slightly agape, lost in the friction between their erections for a moment, before cupping a hand at the back of Lucien’s skull, fingers threading through the unbound hair at the nape of his neck.

It’s a controlling hold. Two points of contact, the one of his neck and the one on his hip now, and Lucien knows with the added weight of his wings, it gives Cassian the upper hand if things were to turn physical.

What he doesn’t know is how far this male needs that control to go.

If he’s too insecure with his own proclivities, with his body’s desires, to fully give himself over …

Lucien knows what he likes, he’s had the gift of a youth spent traveling courts and getting to know many fae. And he also knows what he doesn’t like, and that’s being sought after for his pretty, long hair, so a male can chase the need to bury his prick in another male while telling himself that the hair he’s gripping in the dark is a females, isn’t forbidden or wrong in his mind —

No, Lucien doesn’t want that.

But he does want to see Cassian come undone beneath him.

He wants to see this male, with his wide open expressions and brutal honesty, come apart on his cock when Lucien shows him the real meaning of feeling good.

“Anything,” Cassian says breathily, desperately, “Gods, whatever you want. Please, come home with me.”

That’s when it comes crashing down on Lucien, that Cassian is holding onto him like this out of fear and desperation that Lucien will reject him too.

Emotion catches in his throat.

Cauldron boil him, if he doesn’t fall everytime for large, hopeful eyes turned on him when they belong to a male who is more familiar with bloodshed and rolling heads than tender touches under a lover’s careful ministrations.

Lucien closes the distance between their mouths while gently taking both sides of Cassian’s face in his hands. He caresses the stubble on his cheeks.

There’s still an obvious tension running through him.

“Yes, Cassian, I’ll go home with you,” Lucien says into his mouth, smiling when the Illyrian instantly relaxes against him. His relief is palatable.

Gods save him, Cassian is going to be a responsive lover.

“Lucien, you don’t have to —”

“Hush.”

One long finger presses to Cassian’s lips, silencing him, as Lucien uses his tongue to trace a patchwork of scars along the warrior’s heaving chest, thickly corded abdomen.

Even the deep v cut of muscles down to his jutting erection is littered with near misses.

Lucien licks and kisses each one of them. The breath from his nose fans along the dips and swells of Cassian’s well defined muscles packaged neatly beneath layers of coarse hairs, soft brown skin, and padding of well-fed Illyrian flesh.

Propped up on pillows to allow his wings to fan out behind him on the bed, Cassian watches Lucien’s every movement like a nervous rabbit, wings twitching and pupils blown wide. The hand that had silenced his lips now trails along his pectoral before grabbing a handful of his left tit.

Cassian’s mouth opens in a soundless gasp.

Gone is the fearsome apex predator.

Replaced by a male that needs to be shown what a gift he is.

“Please, you don’t need to …” Cassian grumbles futilely.

Lucien flicks his gaze upwards, metal eye clicking. “Don’t need to what? Appreciate all you’ve sacrificed? All the pieces of your body you’ve given away to serve and protect your people?”

He nuzzles into one of the folds of his skin at his side that isn’t all muscle and scars, but soft and plush.

“Or I don’t need to remind you that you’re built like a fucking demi-god?”

Cassian averts his gaze to the far wall, jaw twitching. But his swordsman’s hands find Lucien’s, big enough to encompass his. No small feat, to make even a son of Autumn look average. Cassian squeezes Lucien’s hands.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet, handsome. I’ve only just begun.”

“You —”

“— don’t have to?” Lucien grins wickedly, flashing his pointy High Fae teeth. “I’m aware.”

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

Cassian only grunts in response, eyes rolled back in his skull as pleasure rolls over his body.

Pleasure Lucien has been giving him through two orgasms — and he’s getting ready to build to a third. Sweat drips from Lucien’s brow, drips onto Cassian’s chest.

“Hey. Look at me.”

Thick lashes part and those intelligent hazel eyes with their depths of emotions gaze right into Lucien.

Lucien doesn’t halt his languid thrusts into the velvet clutch of Cassian’s molten insides when he reaches up to grip his chin in his hand. He knows he’s hitting him just right, in just the right spot, to send blissed out kisses up and down the male’s spine, drawing him closer and closer to the edge without overstimulating.

“I see you, Cassian,” Lucien says, the full heat of his fire now unleashed in his gaze. “You’re confident in many things, but here you think you’re unworthy. You aren’t. You’re fucking glorious. And good.”

Something stubborn flares up in the Illyrian. Uncomfortable with the truth in Lucien’s words.

Lucien shakes his head though, adjusts his angle with the thrust of his hips so he’s perfectly nailign that bundle of nerves that turns Cassian to putty beneath him.

“You’re worthy of her, Cassian. You are.”

When he opens his eyes again, they’re silver lined. Oh, darling boy. Lucien dips down to place butterfly kisses along Cassian’s brow.

“I’m not,” Cassian croaks, even as his stomach tenses and his breath hitches in the tell of his impending climax.

“Shh, shh, you are,” Lucien croons. He places one more tender kiss on Cassian’s forehead. “You are so damn worthy, the Mother doesn’t lie. You just have to believe it.”

He pushes back, licking the salt of his sweat from his lips, and pistons into Cassian with a fervor to bring them both to completion. To chase away any other lingering doubts the Illyrian might hold.

A shame Cassian has been allowed to carry this in him.

When they’re both wrung out, Lucien doesn’t have a chance to collapse against him before Cassian is wrapping his burly arms around him and crushing him to his chest.

“Thank you, thank you.”

His voice is wrecked with emotion, his cheeks wet with silent tears.

Lucien breathes easier.

When’s the last time he’s felt truly needed?

But here, tonight, he was of use.

“It’s my pleasure, Cassian,” he says into the bulging bicep around his face.

There’s little chance he’s moving from this spot for a while, so he flicks a wrist and cleans up the mess they’ve made of each other, of Cassian’s sheets. He settles into the warm, hairy pillow of Cassian’s chest and deeply breaths in his woodsy musk.

“She’s a fool for dismissing you,” Cassian whispers into the sleepy, blissed out space around them.

“Oh. Well. Archerons tend to be foolish, we can’t hold their nature against them.”

Cassian tries to laugh but it comes out hollow, pained.

Lucien tilts his chin upwards, places a few more kisses along the column of Cassian’s neck. Some of his dark hair is pinned in sweaty curls there.

“I meant what I said.”

“It’s okay if you didn’t.”

Lucien pins Cassian with his russet eye, the metal one whirring with the wave of emotion the words set off with him. “What will it take to convince you?”

Cassian huffs, the air cooling along Lucien’s sweaty hairline, and this time it sounds closer to a real laugh. His eyes are red-rimmed, but there’s more light in them than when Lucien had found him at that bar.

“You’ve done enough, fox. Don’t worry. I’m just being a big Illyrian baby.”

“Feyre might be onto something with that, I’ll admit. But, if you need me to show you further proof —”

“Mother above, I’m not two hundred anymore.”

Lucien snorts and relaxes back against Cassian’s chest.

He’s nearly drifted off when that whisper floats to him once more.

“You’re okay to stay? At least until the morning?”

Lucien nods into his chest, feels the way Cassian’s muscles go slack around him, not holding him quite so tight. “Nowhere to be until tomorrow afternoon, even.”

“Alright. Nice. Good.” Cassian yawns loudly, shuffles his wings a little before he seems to settle. “Are you alright … sleeping like this?”

Ten-thousand degrees too hot? Skin sticky between the two of them?

Obviously exactly what Cassian needs?

“Yes, I’m alright.”

The Illyrian drifts off only moments later. Lucien wishes for Winter Court magic briefly, and then manages to cast his magic towards the window to at least allow a breeze in.

“Cassian has been in better spirits.”

“Oh?”

Lucien looks up from the report he’s diligently prepared on the state of the human lands for the High Lord of the Night Court.

Sitting back in his chair, hands steepled before his jaw, Rhysand’s lips quirk in amusement. “You’re shockingly good at what you do, Lucien.”

He nods absently, unsure if he’s alluding to all of what Lucien did that night … Or simply the task of piecing his General back together.

Either way, he’s not wrong.

Lucien has never met an unsatisfied lover.

“Cassian seems to need more opportunities to assure himself of his worth in this Court beyond simply leading his troops.” Stars twinkle in those violet eyes and now Lucien knows for certain the High Lord knows all of the lurid details. “Would you be open to taking him under your wing, if I have him as the main point of contact for your emissary work in the human lands?”

“Of course.”

“I’ll see to the arrangements then.”

Lucien will never understand how this Court manages to function with a High Lord who is such a busybody and determined to be in everyone’s affairs.

But at this particular juncture, he won’t complain.

#anon #ask game #lussian #lucien x cassian #acotar #acotar fanfic #my writing #wrote it like a fever dream sorry if it doesnt make sense LOL

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lemonfairy-yearns · 24 days

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and for fun I'm going to over-explain my answers >:)

who's most likely to-

get a tattoo of their s/o's name: its Beetlejuice. bro has a lot of old tattoos of people he thought he'd be with forever but ditched his weird ass after they saw that(among other things). Pontiferous would NEVER put a lover's name on himself because in fae etiquette that would be like taking ownership of someone permanently, and that's a little too far for him.

fall for a scam: Pontiferous has almost NO digital/telephone "street smarts", but since he's usually surrounded by royal advisors or Beej(a professional scam artist), He's safe enough from wiring all his money to whoever asks nicely.

beat up someone who was mean to their s/o: both of them certainly WOULD, but Beej is more willing to use his trickster powers on a dime to amuse himself and/or on anyone who inconveniences him/Ponti. He often just starts messing with people just to make Pontiferous laugh(which works). If Ponti were to administer karmic justice onto someone being rude to his Bug(Beetlejuice), the person being rude better enjoy their new existence as a box of chocolate dipped cockroaches set on Beej's beside table. pushing Pontiferous to this point a bit harder though.

send an illicit text to the wrong person: Pontiferous is a very steamy romantic but TERRIBLE at managing his phone contacts. He has a line outside his bedroom of fairies who got the wrong text but would like to have a word with the prince if they may be so bold ;3 . Beej can barely get his phone to turn on with his greasy fingers, so he just writes Very Formal Emails on his ancient PC (because he's been a bio-exorcist for so long he has cracked getting messages to the people they're meant to get to. He's got a website and form letters and everything ooOOoh, web designer moment.)

Drink too much: Beej enjoys drinking more, and Pontiferous LOVES to spurn him on so he can see how much Beej can put away before he starts committing property damage. Also Beej is a Cocktails enjoyer, whereas Ponti enjoys drinks with alcohol added as a bonus flavor(eg: whiskey coffee, Bailys hot cocoa).

Forget an anniversary: Beetlejuice doesn't even realize that they have an anniversary(he hesitates to think they're even dating) and Pontiferous is too "polite" (read: cowardly) to remind him. but he has the exact date and time written in a book to give to Beej when they both eventually assert that they are indeed dating.

Burn the kitchen down when cooking: Beetlejuice, but make no mistake it is PART OF HIS RECIPE. he has a PLAN do NOT get in the way.

Apologizes first: Pontiferous is the king of over-apologizing, usually just to get people to shut up and because he needs to be thought of as polite, but. He's tired of being nice. He wants to go ape shit. Beej enables this.

Initiates a kiss: at any given moment, Pontiferous may need to be tied down to keep him from making out sloppy style with that freak for 6 solid hours. his advisors are so tired of his ass, why does he want that one???

#canon x self insert #cartoon beetlejuice #pontiferous #self shipping #oc x canon #my new tag for this particular selfship will be #ghost type-fairy type yaoi

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hairstevington · 1 year

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i wanna cut to the feeling (chapter 5)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Robin drags her best friend to a Corroded Coffin show. How were they to know sparks would fly between Steve and a member of the band? (aka, the fic where Steve fixes Eddie's hair before a show and falls in love immediately)

Word Count: 3K for this chapter!

Warnings: Language, Robin is happy and a good friend, drinking/smoking, Hairstylist!Steve freaking out over feelings, Rockstar!Eddie is smug af, alternating POV, GAY SCHEMING, they're both idiots

A/N: This is the last chapter I’m posting to Tumblr, so please head over on Ao3 to read the rest! Thank you to all who followed along so far!

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 and link to Ao3

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“Oh my god, she’s perfect!” Robin announced as she burst back into their too-small apartment. Steve jolted on the couch, not expecting her grand entrance. He waited for her to continue, as she always did. “You would have been so proud of me. I strung so many actually cute sentences together all by myself! And she’s really cool, and she thinks I’m funny, and also she’s so hot it’s absolutely bonkers that she’s into me.”

“Robin, we’ve been over this. You’re one of the most beautiful women I know, alright? Of course she’s into you.”

“Well, my personality usually is too much for people, as you know, but she didn’t seem to mind at all.”

Steve listened as she continued, recounting their coffee date as she told most stories - enthusiastically and out of order. When she was finished, she collapsed onto the couch next to him.

“So, are you thinking there’s gonna be a second date?” he asked, curious.

“We already have one set up,” she smiled. “The festival that’s in town.” Steve nodded in approval, knowing exactly what she was talking about - every year in November, there was a pre-winter celebration with cider and doughnuts and Christmas lights that went up way too early. It was a great place for a date. “Oh, and you’re coming.”

“Wait, what?” Steve was not at all interested in crashing Robin’s date. “Why? You said yourself that you managed to talk to her just fine without me today.”

“You have to come because if you don’t, Eddie will be third wheeling.” She said it with a grin, knowing this was the piece of information that would sway him.

“Eddie’s gonna be there?”

“Yes, Eddie’s gonna be there, dingus. Bri thinks it’s really cool that we’re friends, so I reached out to him and asked if he wanted to come with us.”

“But you’re not friends,” Steve pointed out.

“We’re close enough,” Robin shrugged. “Besides, he agreed to come, so the feeling must be mutual, right?”

“I guess,” Steve answered, although he really wasn’t sure why Eddie would agree to go to the festival, unless Robin left a bigger impression on him than Steve had realized. “Aren’t you worried Bri is using you to get to the band?”

“Oh my god, it’s so not like that. You’re thinking about this too hard. The fact of the matter is, I’m terrible at dating and I really want to impress this girl and I need my Emotional Support Steve or I just know the whole thing will implode, I know it. And besides, it gives you the chance to be around Eddie again, so I don’t see the problem here.”

Well, when you put it like that, Steve thought to himself. The idea of seeing Eddie again was obviously enticing, and it would give him another chance to impress him. Maybe he’d actually allow himself to flirt, this time.

But that’s when it hit him - Eddie thought that Steve and Robin were dating.

He sighed. He’d probably just have to come clean. It was a stupid lie in the first place, and one that never was sustainable. Although, in Steve’s defense, he didn’t think he’d ever be seeing Eddie again. But he would, and soon.

This was going to be a disaster.

Eddie had never been to the Winter Festival, even though he heard about it every year. It wasn’t really his scene, to be honest.

But pranking Steve Harrington? That was exactly the kind of thing Eddie was into, and if he had to do it at the Winter Festival, so be it.

Eddie showed up at the big oak tree Robin told him she’d be at, and sure enough - there they were. Steve looked out of place next to the two girls, his hands tucked deep in the pockets of his jacket, his nose bright red from the frigid air. All three of them were quiet when Eddie approached, and he figured if anybody could liven up this party, he could.

“You made it!” Robin said, excitedly.

She had asked him to show up and lean into them being old friends, so she could impress Bri. Eddie knew the game, and he had no trouble playing along for Robin, especially since he really had known her for ten years or so. Plus, he liked Robin, and he liked Bri.

“‘Course I made it, doll,” Eddie responded with a grin. He pulled Robin into a hug, holding it a few moments too long to really sell the bit. He turned to Bri. “Nice to see you again.”

“You too,” she replied sweetly. Eddie looked to Steve last, who stood next to Robin completely frozen.

“Hey,” Steve said with a wave.

“Hey, Harrington.” Eddie could see Steve already knew he had fucked up with the whole him and Robin thing. He looked so incredibly uncomfortable, Eddie almost thought he wouldn’t have to do anything at all to get the satisfaction from the night he desired.

Almost.

Phase one, play dumb. The four of them walked to the entrance of the festival, flashing their IDs and showing their tickets. Robin had been nice enough to cover Eddie, even though he told her it was unnecessary. While they walked as a group, they paired off as Robin/Steve and Bri/Eddie, which Eddie thought was weird on Robin’s end, considering she was supposed to be on a date with this girl.

“So, Robin told me that you and her go way back?” Bri asked.

“Hm? Oh, yeah,” Eddie answered. “She’s great. Always super smart, and quirky but in an endearing way.” This was not a lie by any means - that was and continued to be exactly what Eddie thought of Robin.

“Yeah, I like her,” Bri said. Eddie breathed a sigh of relief, as if he’d passed some test. It was also nice to know she seemed genuinely interested in Robin, and that she wasn’t just using her to get closer to Eddie as he’d worried would be the case.

“Hey Bri,” Robin said, spinning around on her heels to face them. “Let me show you my favorite display.” Bri nodded with a smile, leaving Eddie’s side to join her date.

“I’ll get everyone a drink,” Steve offered. The girls cheered, then ran off together.

“I guess I’ll come with you,” Eddie shrugged, his eyes fixed on Steve’s.

“Right. Yeah, okay.”

They walked together to the booth with the crazy long line that was selling alcoholic beverages for way too much money. But Eddie had to give it to the town - the setup was nice. Cozy, despite the temperature.

“So, what country is this collar from?” Eddie teased, pulling at the lapels of Steve’s coat. He noticed Steve twitch slightly from the contact, and smirked.

“This one’s just from China, I think,” Steve responded.

“So worldly, Harrington,” Eddie said through a smile. Steve was already squirming, which was exactly Eddie’s intention. He was being nice, yet so deliciously wicked at the same time. There was an awkward pause as Steve decided what to say next, followed by a deep sigh.

“So, listen, man. There’s something I should probably tell you.” He was visibly nervous, and barely making eye contact.

“Uh-oh,” Eddie mocked. No way, is Harrington about to come clean already? That wouldn’t do, considering their night had just begun and all.

“It’s not really a huge deal, and maybe it’s not even a deal at all, I just, um.” Eddie stared at him doe-eyed, wondering how long it would take for him to fully form his confession. “Well, remember when we were at the bar?” Eddie nodded.

“Sure. Did you end up listening to that playlist, by the way?” Steve blinked a few times as he adjusted to the switch in topics.

“Uh, yeah. I mean, not all of it,” Steve admitted. It was like twenty hours long, so Eddie never expected Steve to get through every song, but he was surprised to hear he had actually listened at all. He wondered if maybe Steve was lying. “But anyway what I was trying to say is -”

“Any favorites so far?” Steve seemed kind of irritated that he was being interrupted, which was exactly what Eddie was going for.

“Uhhh…” He thought about it for a moment, then, to Eddie’s surprise, named quite a few songs off the playlist. But he wasn’t going to let Steve go just yet. After one song in particular, Eddie tutted in fake disappointment.

“You would.” That comment finally threw Steve off his original point entirely.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’ve somehow picked the ones I always skip,” Eddie explained.

“If you always skip them, why are they on your Good Shit playlist?” Steve argued. Eddie raised his eyebrows, impressed.

“Touche, Harrington.”

After that, they got lost in conversation about music once again.

Why did Eddie have to be so damn hot? It wasn’t fair. Steve was desperately trying to do the right thing, and instead Eddie got him talking about anything except his relationship status with Robin.

But the thing was, he wasn’t questioning why Robin was off with another woman. He didn’t seem to care at all. Maybe he was completely oblivious to the whole thing, and maybe Steve was making a big deal over nothing.

Which meant that maybe, he could pull this off with little to no humiliation.

The four of them spent the evening mainly together, and Steve managed to distract Eddie away from Bri and Robin anytime they did anything coupley - which, as the night went on, happened more and more frequently.

They were actually incredibly cute together.

Eventually, they’d seen all the lights, they’d spent too much on food and drink, and they were ready to leave. Crisis entirely averted.

“You know what? You’re actually not too bad, Harrington,” Eddie said as they were having their goodbyes.

“Uh, thank you.” He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to respond to that. “Are you insinuating that up until now you thought I was bad?” Eddie smirked. “Wow, okay.”

“Relax, I just wasn’t sure you were good enough for our dear friend Robin, over there. Now, I know for sure.”

Steve’s heart sank. He really was hoping Eddie had forgotten about that whole thing, especially after the way they’d been interacting the last few hours. With them paired off, the night kind of felt like a double date, and Steve would be lying if he were to say he didn’t enjoy every moment of it.

Except for the moments he felt like he was being strangled by a web of lies he’s stupidly put up himself. Like this moment, for example.

“Oh, right.” Steve sighed, feeling frustrated as ever. “Eddie, listen -”

“Night, Steve.” Eddie’s crooked smile gave him butterflies. Goddammit.

“Good night.” Steve resigned to the fact that every time he said goodbye to Eddie, there was a possibility it would be the last time they interacted. Even though he’d made it through this mess without embarrassing himself too much, he couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened had he treated this night or the last one they’d had together a little differently.

Whatever. It was over, for now anyway. Although, Eddie and Robin seemed to get along extremely well, so maybe not all was lost.

That night, Steve and Robin sat on the couch, her legs draped over his lap. The two of them were always kind of touchy like that. He listened intently as she gushed about the moments of the date that Steve hadn’t been present for. He was happy for her, truly, but she clocked something on his face he didn’t realize he was showing.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, knowingly. When Steve didn’t answer, she went a different direction. “You and Eddie looked good together.”

“Shut up,” Steve said, shaking his head. “I’m pretty sure he just tolerates me.”

“Yeah, that’s not the vibe I’m getting,” Robin countered. “There’s nothing passive about the way he looks at you, trust me.”

“Fine, he doesn’t tolerate me, he hates me.” Steve crossed his arms, and Robin swung her legs off him, annoyed.

“You know what they say about hatred, right?” Steve shook his head. “You’re in his head, dingus. There’s a lot of overlap between love and hate.”

“Robin…” Steve whined with a roll of his eyes. “Did you not see him flirting with all those women at the show? I didn’t see him express interest in any men. We don’t even know if he swings that way.”

“First of all, I saw him express interest in one man,” she insisted. “Second of all, are you kidding me right now? Steve.” She shifted to sit on her knees, facing him. “Eddie is like, really fruity. I swear to god, your lack of gaydar is unmatched.”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Steve shook his head in disbelief. “I mean, yeah, I’ve had a history of not knowing women were gay, but I’m usually pretty good when it comes to men.”

“Yeah, usually,” Robin rolled her eyes.

“Let’s see if we can figure out who’s right.” Steve took out his phone and pulled up Eddie’s Instagram, wondering if he could maybe find any proof either way on there. Robin peered over to look at his phone screen.

“Seriously? You don’t follow him, yet? What’s wrong with you?” Steve sighed, then clicked the follow button. He wouldn’t be able to see Eddie’s posts until he followed back. “You’re lucky I did this ages ago.”

Robin pulled out her own phone, then the two of them took a quick glance at Eddie’s most recent posts. After a few minutes, their search was inconclusive. Eddie didn’t post enough to really give them any information.

“I didn’t expect him to be so restrained on social media,” Steve said. He and Robin tended to post quite a bit.

And that’s when the realization hit him - He followed Eddie, and now Eddie could see Steve’s profile. And Steve’s profile would blow his cover entirely.

“Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?” Robin asked, always in tune with how Steve was feeling.

“Because Eddie’s about to find out I lied to him.”

“About what?”

“He thinks you and I are dating,” Steve admitted. He braced himself for Robin to smack him, or yell at him, or laugh, but she didn’t. Instead, she just gave him a weird look.

“Uh, no he doesn’t,” she said, shaking her head.

“Yeah, he does. That’s why I kept pulling him away tonight, so he wouldn’t find out.”

“Steve, Eddie knows I’m gay. And he for sure knows I was on a date tonight. What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?” None of this made any sense to Steve. Eddie had referenced their fake relationship on his way out of the date, so he couldn’t possibly know, unless -

Oh, shit. Eddie was in on this the whole time. What an absolute asshole.

Steve was in a pretty bad mood after that, so he ended up going to bed. He’d found it was best to be alone at times like these. The plan was to get some rest, but he couldn’t fall asleep, so he just laid there and watched Tiktoks until his brain turned numb.

But then, naturally, he got the dreaded notification that reminded him of why he was there in the first place.

Eddie accepted your follow request

Steve scoffed before deleting the notification, but curiosity got the better of him a few minutes later.

He opened up Eddie’s page, staring at the images he’d looked at earlier, except this time he was filled with a lot more disdain for the person in them. He scrolled until the beginning, where he found pictures of when Eddie must have been a teenager. It was crazy to Steve that he’d gone through all of high school without noticing this guy - as Eddie had said himself, he wasn’t a subtle presence. Steve tried to scroll back up to the top of the profile, and that’s when his bad night somehow became worse.

Oh no. Oh no no no oh shit oh god oh no.

Steve accidentally liked one of the posts. Like, he liked a post from a long time ago. Like, there was no way Eddie wouldn’t know that Steve had been stalking him at 2am.

Well, if Steve was too embarrassed to show his face to Eddie again before, he certainly could never face him now.

Robin was asleep, so he couldn’t bother her. But he did know of someone who was in a timezone where it was only 11pm, and that someone tended to stay up late anyway. He dialed the number without thinking twice about it.

“Steve! Long time no talk! Wait, why the hell are you calling me? Is everything okay?” Steve froze, feeling stupid. Nobody called anymore unless it was for emergencies, although this felt somewhat like an emergency.

“Dustin, hey. Sorry to bother you out of the blue, but I’m really freaking out over here.”

Ahahahahhahahahha. Oh, this is perfect.

Eddie stared at the notification like it was a prize. He knew it was everybody’s worst nightmare - We all stalk people from high school, and we all fear accidentally alerting those people that we’re stalking them. And at 2am?? Eddie almost felt bad for the poor guy. He was probably losing his shit right now, wondering whether he should unlike the post, or embrace the mistake.

Wait.

It’s two in the fucking morning.

Eddie thought back to all previous interactions he’d had so far with Steve. How awkward he’d occasionally get, how flustered he was every time Eddie touched him. Eddie had assumed Steve was being standoffish because Robin had dragged him out with her. Steve seemed so uncomfortable being at the bar, like he didn’t really want to be there in the first place. Eddie was giving him a hard time because he didn’t think it mattered. He didn’t realize that…that…

Jesus Christ. Steve has a crush on me.

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The Man Without a Plan: Season 1 Squabbles Dean "Wins" because Sam is being dumb

I just want to point out that the "Dean is dragging Sam everywhere" or the "Dean is bossing Sam around" narrative in season 1 also doesn't work for me because in a lot of the moments where I agree Sam and Dean are squabbling and Dean "wins" the squabble (which he does not always—he concedes when he thinks Sam is right), he "wins" the squabbles because Sam is being... objectively stupid—and Sam usually knows that and it's why he concedes—he is able to recognize, even if he can't voice it, that rage is poisoning his ability to think rationally in a given moment.

1.02 #1: Dean wants to talk to Haley and otherwise investigate the situation surrounding the forest before going straight to the coordinates in the woods so they have a better understanding of what kind of hunt they're walking into. Sam just wants to run into the woods with no plan and no clue of what they're facing. He tries to frame Dean as acting irrationally "Are you cruising for a hookup?" which, makes no sense given Dean doesn't know anything about Haley at this point—not even what she looks like, or her age, or anything about her at all.

1.02 #2: Sam doesn't want Haley and her brother to go in the woods, which is reasonable, but he also has no good plan on how to prevent them from going into the woods other than telling them the truth, which they absolutely aren't going to take seriously—especially not when their brother is missing. We directly see how this doesn't work when, later in the episode, Sam tries to convince everyone to leave the woods by telling them the truth, and only succeeds in escalating a situation with hot-headed Roy and making everyone think he's crazy.

1.03 "Dead In The Water": Sam makes a thinly veiled suggestion that Dean doesn't care enough about finding John, because Dean flirts with a waitress and, in the absence of leads on John, starts looking for a case. Sam's suggestion that he doesn't care enough upsets Dean who argues back fiercely and "wins". Does Sam have any leads on John? No. Does he have any ideas at all on where they should go or even what exactly they should be doing instead of going on the case Dean found? Nah. He is just complaining, at Dean, about them not having any leads, and about Dean specifically, not having found another lead on John yet. It is also worth noting at this point that their only two leads so far (the cases from 1.01 and 1.02) both came from Dean.

1.10 "Asylum": They are so dead on leads that Sam is fed up and suggests they sic the FBI on John's ass (which is an objectively terrible suggestion) but then the moment a potential lead materializes in the form of more coordinates from John, Sam is against going to see if he's there, even though he literally has no better ideas of what they could be doing right then besides sitting around the motel hand-wringing or calling the FBI.

1.21 "Salvation": Sam and Dean squabble over Dean keeping Sam from running into a building that was so on fire that I am very sure Sam would have been dead within seconds had he rushed back in.

1.22 "Devil's Trap": Per the name of the episode, Dean directs them to Bobby's so they can learn how to fight demons. Sam's plan, on the other hand, was for them to stay back at the motel waiting for an unknown number of demons to show up with 3 bullets left in The Colt.

There are a few other squabbles they have where I could see two sides or it's more of a difference in morals, and there's one squabble where I think Sam is right (in 1.16 when Dean says they will be a liability to John and should separate). But I just wanted to point out a lot of these are... not Sam being mad because he has good ideas no one is listening to.

#pk rewatches spn number ?#1.02 #1.03 #1.10 #1.16 #1.21 #parallels #spn revisionisms #season 1 #the flannel business #sams follower/leader false dichotomy

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residents-of-the-darkforest · 5 months

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RockClan's Origin (part 4)

Moon 40:

Void's mangled tail is swollen and hot to the touch. Tigerpaw does her best to heal it, as Duskheather is still lost in grief.

Tigerpaw had a very strange dream.

Strikespots's eyesight has now gone alltogether.

A patrol finds an abandoned kittypet on the border, and takes them in. Doodle has joined the Clan.

Bearstar questions their ability to lead.

Goldfox stumbled into mud and waited a while to wash. What was the point anyway?

Silversmoke gives advice to Goldfox.

Cavernblossom wants to compliment Doodle's fighting techniques.

Lionkit doesn't understand why they are always left out.

Moon 41:

Strikespots believes they're meant for something greater. She thinks that Silversmoke is doing a terrible job as deputy.

Goldfox gave a badger ride to Lionkit, and is now begged by Cottonkit for one as well.

Brindlesnap and Patchpelt both want to be chosen as the new deputy.

Moon 42:

Lionpaw is apprenticed to Strikespots.

Cottonpaw is apprenticed to Patchpelt, feeling nervous.

Tigerpaw is growing fond of Cottonpaw.

Doodle is working twice as hard to prove their worth.

Void wonders how Kisha is doing.

Patchpelt is sad that they couldn't spend more time with Bluebellkit.

Moon 43:

Though they still love each other, their grief took its toll. Duskheather and Kisha broke up.

Void's infection has gone.

Goldfox has a bellyache.

Cloverfreckle touched noses with a loner.

Cavernblossom is trans, now officially going by she/her.

Goldfox ignores the bellyache when Cloverfreckle offers to practise fighting moves with them.

Moon 44:

Everyone has healed!

Cloverfreckle was seen arguing, borderline fighting, with a loner.

While leading a patrol, Strikespots tells the younger cats for their petty dishonesty.

Moon 45:

Strikespots's tail is injured by a fox.

Cloverfreckle's pelt was torn by dense shrubs when they pushed themself after a vole.

Patchpelt has gotten greencough.

Brindlesnap got cold while out on patrol, and shivers for a while.

There was no better time to name her apprentice, besides, she already proved herself. Duskheather names Tigerpaw Tigercave, and gives him rye stalk as congratulations.

Tigercave was startled awake by a vivid dream.

Strikespots wonders how Brindlesnap is doing. Brindlesnap makes sure everyone is eating well.

Moon 46:

Everyone but Strikespots healed!....until Cottonpaw got whitecough.

Bearstar personally observes Cottonpaw's training, but when the apprentice won't stop coughing, she calls the training to a halt and makes Cottonpaw go to the medicine den.

Goldfox always seems to have petals in their fur.

Strikespots wants to critique Patchpelt's hunting techniques.

Moon 47:

Strikespots's injury is swelling.

Goldfox lies through their teeth.

As Tigercave is healing them, Strikespots wants to get to know her better.

Because Strikespots is out of commission, Patchpelt takes Lionpaw out to train. Apparently Strikespots's badmouthing has affected his apprentice, as Lionpaw starts an argument with Patchpelt about the technique. Patchpelt takes a deep breath and explains their method. Lionpaw apologizes for their outburst.

Moon 48:

Everyone actually recovered!

Doodle was seen calmly talking to a loner. Doodle also spends a considerable amount of time grooming (washing the scent away?).

Moon 49:

Cottonpaw is named Cottondart.

Strikespots's tail healed, though they'll always carry the scars.

Lionpaw ignores their mentor's orders.

Lionpaw and Cloverfreckle caught whitecough.

Patchpelt keeps making bad jokes, and everyone rolls their eyes.

Strikespots thinks that the younger cats are making fools of themselves.

Moon 50:

Rootskitter is visibly stressed about something.

Lionpaw feels underappreciated.

While patrolling with Silversmoke, Strikespots opens up and asks if Silversmoke thinks their doing a good job as a mentor. The two have a good talk.

While patrolling, Rootskitter and Cottondart have a disagreement and look to Patchpelt to settle it, but Patchpelt can only respond with stutters. Maybe they're not the best suited to leading patrols.

#rockclan's origin #long post #notdf #rockclan

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Ch 94 Proposal

Thoughts/impressions of the scene

I loved how the manwha adapted it from the novel. Especially their expressions!

I laughed when I read one of the KKP comments: "The most moodless proposal in the world hahahah"

ITS SO TRUE!

The interaction shows us exactly how the two are so not on the same page. Both of them have different, but valid interpretations of whats going on, and it's so fun to think about:

Rupert: He's been feeling unsettled since he's been in Belois. He sees how she gets along well with her family, how the servants/staff/maids/gardeners (basically all of Belois) love and appreciate her (briefly touched on in manhwa 88). He sees her in her natural environment that she told him so much about, and sees how she's happy and absolutely dazzling. He sees her being nice to the staff, concerned for Lehan, getting well with everyone, including Sir Baileys, one of the Belois' knights. He can see that Sir Baileys is VERY attractive and handsome as well, and he feels the unsettling feeling of discomfort/upset (basically jealousy) when he sees him interacting with Lari, and especially when he returns Lari's handkerchief along with a pretty rose. He thought he knew everything about her, but then realizes he doesn't really know much about Lari after all and he wants to know more - what does she want, what are her goals, when is she planning to leave, but more importantly, WHY AND WHEN DID SHE GIVE HIM THE HANDKERCHIEF? (HAHA). Yesterday, he was uncharacteristically upset when she was concerned about Lehan's health and nagged him to stop smoking (she never nagged him to stop), and today, he was upset when a hot guy gave lari gifts, and apparently she had given him a gift at some point (she never gave him gifts). It upset him so much he threw it out the window (HAHA). This whole time, he has a look of annoyance/irritation/displeasure. He obviously wants to get closer to Lari and have him stay beside him, but he has absolutely no idea how to go about it. Him, being direct as ever, tells her he wants her to be his maid forever (she declines), offers to promote her (also declines), and then proposes the idea of marriage between them, with the most blank, aloof expression ever.

Lari: During the above, she has absolutely no idea what Rupert's intention is. HE'S ACTING SO WEIRD?! He's saying nonsensical things and throwing away a rare gift she got from someone. Why is he so upset that she got a rose? Besides, she doesn't even remember ever giving it to Sir Baileys (she gave it a looooong time ago, before she was 6 so she forgot). For some reason, he REALLY wants her to stay his maid forever (forever?!), wants to promote her to a palace official (that's usually a man's job, also she doesn't want to be in a position that powerful?!), and then he proposes to her.

She knows it's a proposal.

BUT IT IS AN ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE ONE.

EVERYTHING is wrong: the mood, setting, timing. They're in a cramped carriage in a rocky, bumpy area on a long journey back to Champagne, there's a small accident soon after, they were bickering right before this, he's saying weird things with a blank face, the mood is terrible, he proposed to her with the same tone of "hey what are we having for dinner tonight", as if a proposal/marriage has utterly no importance to him (it doesn't). She knows he cares/cherishes her, but she doesn't think it's [love]. He suggests marriage and becoming Crown Princess - isn't that what most girls want? He also gives her a bag of jewels from his pocket as a dowry (the most un-romantic proposal gift too) that she accepts as payment for his staying in Belois HAHA. She declines the proposal and tells him that proposals are serious things, that are very important. For her, she wants a marriage with someone with mutual love/affection, and not something from obligation.

Lari: I really want to have a very romantic marriage with someone whom I love so much, that would bring tears to my eyes just by looking at him.

Rupert: (coldly) that's a pretty big dream

Lari thinking: What he said is objectively true. In a strong country like Vellnelni, it's exceedingly difficult for a noblewoman to marry for love in comparison to grabbing a star from the sky. Even Riche, she gave up on Lehan in the end. For me, I've never loved anyone as passionately as she. However, like I told Rupert, I didn't want to get married for the sake of marriage. I glanced at him and made a small promise. I wanted someone who would love me as a person, not someone who wanted to take advantage of me or to cherish me like an object. It's just a matter of living.

I appreciate both RupeLali's POV in this scene (it comes up another 2 times in the series, later on). Rupert just really wants to stay beside her, and he's trying to convey that to her but he just isn't able to articulate WHY he wants her to. So he offers her reasonable-sounding things like being promoted, and marriage, but all of that comes off as offers with political intent, so Lari declines it. At this point, he is ignorant of the fact that his budding feelings for her is the reason why he wants her to stay, but he can't say it at all. His proposal was completely serious. He wants her to stay by his side, and if a perfect excuse would be the Crown Princess/Empress is good enough, then perfect.

But that's not what Lari wants.

She wants marriage not for political intent, but for romance.

Of course, he's not going to force her to do anything she dislikes, so he puts the idea on hold.

#rupelali #your majesty please spare me this time #rofan #manhwa

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115. Hunted, by PC and Kristin Cast

Owned: No, library Page count: 439 My summary: Zoey Redbird's life has gone from bad to worse. The fallen angel Kalona is walking the earth, and with Neferet at his side, he's looking to take over every single vampyre that falls under his thrall. Only Zoey and her friends are immune - but they've got troubles of their own. Stevie Rae and Zoey are injured. The gang is scattered. And Zoey has four boyfriends to deal with! My rating: 0/5 My commentary:

Why do I do this to myself? Why do I keep reading this terrible series despite knowing how bad it is? Because I'm both stubborn and kind of a masochist. And this series is both terrible and kind of entertaining, exclusively in how terrible it is. It's not good, and this far into the series it's really obvious that it's not going to be good, not by any stretch of the imagination. It started with racism and misogyny and Zoey being perfect, and it only went downhill from there. So, let's delve the depths once more and see just how bad this particular one is.

Starting out, we've got some shiny new racism! Kalona has returned, and he's a sexy sexy Cherokee man. Which means of course Zoey's hot for him, not that she wants to be. Once again, while I don't know much about Cherokee beliefs, I'm reasonably willing to bet that a fallen angel isn't really a Thing, given that angels as presented by the book are more of a Christian concept. And speaking of Christianity, for all the posturing about Zoey's grandmother and her Cherokee background and beliefs, when push comes to shove it's the Catholics who get focus. Zoey's grandmother spends most of this book unconscious and in the care of a nun, whose church is the setting for the book's climax. Because it's a place of great spiritual power. The idea is that Nyx is incarnate in basically every other goddess/female spiritual figure, including Mary, but I find it interesting that besides the Raven Mockers and smudging, there's very little actual Cherokee spirituality on show here. It wouldn't be that hard to find or invent a place in Nebraska sacred to the Cherokee people, but nope, we gotta have the Catholics. Can't let things get too indigenous.

On top of that, we also have one of the red fledgelings, Kramisha, whose role in the story is Sassy Black Woman. She speaks in AAVE and is at one point chided for being ungrammatical! She's bitchy to all the others for no real reason! That's her entire characterisation! Cast seems to be unable to write a black person without making their ethnicity their entire personality, and poor Kramisha is a case in point. In fairness, she's also a poet and prophet; she writes poetry that she doesn't realise are prophecies until Zoey points it out. So Zoey makes her the Poet Laureate for their little group. Which is largely meaningless, but whatever.

Meanwhile, back in Zoeytown, the love interest count has increased to four! In the red corner, it's Heath the human ex, who is clingy and possessive! In the blue corner, it's Erik the vamp ex-and-also-current, who is just as clingy and possessive and seems to want to treat Zoey as a sex object now she's not a virgin! In the yellow corner, it's Stark, the vamp Zoey knew for five minutes before he died and Zoey decided they're in love because he's a brooding bad boy! And in the green corner, it's Kalona, the antagonist who's even more of a brooding bad boy! Despite all the slut shaming Zoey does, she seems to be perfectly okay to have four love interests, because it's twoo wuv. For all of them. Discover polyamory already! Actually, don't because all of these boys are terrible in different ways. Erik and Heath seem mono-maniacally focused on having Zoey as their girlfriend, but don't really see her as a person. Stark sexually assaults girls and brainwashes them into thinking they like it - but it's okay, it's because he's a red fledgeling, he can't help it! And Kalona is also creepily possessive, and also wants to enslave all of humanity. But he's a brooding bad boy! Who thinks Zoey is a reincarnation of A-ya, the woman created by the Cherokee Ghigau women to trap him. Which is probably going to turn out to be true. Sigh. More reasons that Zoey is special.

There's so much contrivance in the plot here. Heath shows up at Zoey's door begging for Zoey to drink his blood and Imprint on him; she refuses, but then she gets hurt by a Raven Mocker and has to drink from him to survive. Which causes an Imprint. Earlier, Zoey was arguing about returning to the House of Night, but said injury is serious enough for her to need to return, making the point moot. Zoey happens to overhear conversations at the exact points where they're revealing plot-critical information, and happens to be around for certain plot-critical events. And as always, Zoey's hunches are always correct and she is always blessed by Nyx in whatever she's doing. It's just lazy writing. We never see Zoey take a risk, she always knows that her actions are what Nyx wants her to do. There's no tension.

My other, shorter criticisms are twofold. One, nothing happens in this book! For all it's one of the longer ones, half of it seems to be waffling. The climax is the only time where stuff happens, the rest of it is just Zoey and friends sitting in the House of Night being like 'well this sucks' for ages. Even scenes that should have been tense are drawn out to the point of farce. We open on Stevie Rae having been shot in the chest and seriously injured, but the characters spend all their time recapping the plot and having terrible forced banter and waffling around, draining any seriousness the whole 'our friend is literally dying' thing could have had. The focus is on this snarky dialogue, not on actual events. Because there are no actual events. And two, Zoey's narration is just so childish. Early on, when dealing with Stevie Rae's injuries, they have to take her clothes off to get the arrow out, and Stevie Rae is naturally sensitive about this. By which I mean, she keeps talking about how she doesn't want anyone to see her 'boobies'. And Zoey also uses that term. Making them both sound like eight year old boys. Seriously, they're meant to be almost adults! Zoey also continues her annoying habit of not wanting to swear, but instead using childish non-swears, like 'bullpoopie'. It's so cringey and annoying, and very much like an adult being all How Do You Do Fellow Kids about their teenage characters. Ugh. Well, that's this one. Hopefully, this series can't get any worse…

Next, the Sandman series, for seven endless nights.

#Hunted #PC Cast #Kristin Cast #bookblr #book blog #1

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NIGHT THINGS | steve harrington

+ steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: you and steve have the little habit of every wednesday showering together where you two talk about the day and star wars

warnings: this is just pure fluff, well there is nudity but no smut, just steve being a cutie + star wars references

word count: 1.2k

a/n: gif is from @acecroft | masterlist here.

THE NIGHT hung over the bath's freshly heated water. Steve's bathroom had a window that showed the perfect view of a dark, wooded landscape. You take the bath salts and foam and gently place them in the bathtub.

You and Steve had been dating for a little over 2 years, and since the beginning of your relationship you had a habit of taking a bath together every Wednesday when Steve came home from work.

Wednesdays have always been difficult days for you to see each other. You spent all day on full-time college while Steve had his overtime. Bath time was a time to talk about the day and enjoy the time you didn't spend together.

You got home at 5pm while Steve didn't get home until 7pm. And when there's 10 minutes left for Steve to arrive, you started to prepare the long-awaited bath.

Steve could tell he hated and absolutely loved Wednesdays. He hated not being able to see you during lunch, or being surprised by your sudden surprises on Family Video. On the other hand, he also loved Wednesdays. Because he had the pleasure of relaxing beside you, getting your massage and listening to your voice while some music played softly behind you two.

It was exactly 7:15 pm when Steve opened the bathroom door. A tired, happy expression appearing on his face.

“Hey.” He says as he approaches you. Arms finding their way around your waist and pulling you close to his warm chest. Steve buries his face in the crook of your neck as he mumbles, “I missed you.” And presses wet kisses along your shoulder.

"Hey. I missed you too." You say as you bring your hand to his hair and lightly massage his skull. “Look, i bought this verbena candle on the way home.” You speak as you point to the cute little packing candle propped up in the corner of the bathtub.

“I want to smell.” He talks as he digs his face out of your neck and walks towards the bathtub. He carefully picks up the candle and sniffs it from afar, making sure not to burn a strand of his perfect hair. “Smells great.” He speaks with a smile.

"Okay, now come in while i put some music on."

"Yes ma'am."

As you adjusted the radio and found the right music for the moment, Steve took off his Family Video uniform and climbed into the freshly heated bathtub, letting out a groan of relief as his body comes in contact with the water.

When you finally find a decent song, - Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler - you take off your white robe and join Steve in the bathtub.

“Hey you.” Steve says as he lifts his head from the tub and comes closer to you.

"Hi." You speak as you put your arms around his neck, raising your hand to caress his scalp. "How was your day?" You ask with a sly smile.

“Oh terrible.” He sighs, and you look at him, a silent plea for him to continue. “So, Keith stopped by the store today and started asking me about Star Wars, like, all about Star Wars. And i don't know much about it. So he basically started lecturing me in front of all the salespeople, he almost made me cry.” You laugh as you continue to stroke Steve's wet hair. “I wish you were there. You know all about Star Wars.”

“I only know about Star Wars because i've seen the movie. Not you. The movie is on and you're probably busy making out with some hot girl.” You speak with a teasing smile, a soft laugh escaping from your boyfriend’s lips.

"Well, I think i could do that with you."

“Oh, watch the movie or kiss me while the movie goes behind us?”

"A bit of both." He moves even closer, hands resting on your thighs under the water. “Tell me your favorite Star Wars quotes, im sure they're the best. And i will be able to use them against Keith”

"Okay, so we' have: "Great, kid, don't get cocky." You speak with a small laugh while Steve is clearly confused. “Han Solo, A New Hope?”

"Oh yes of course. Han. Amazing man." He speaks with a tone of obviousness and you continue:

“We also have: “I am not a committee.” From Leia in The Empire Strikes Back.”

"Leia. I love her. Powerful, badass woman, right?!” Steve says, trying to include himself in the conversation.

“Of course, Stevie. But my favorites are: “Your eyes can deceive you. Don't trust them” Obi-Wan says. We have the iconic and memorable: “May the Force be with you.” And the most iconic of all: “I am your Father…” By Darth Vader. This will always be the best. I mean, who expected that?”

"Oh yeah! That one i know. When Darth talks to Luke. Dustin had to explain this scene to me 10 times because i didn't understand what had just happened."

“See? You can be a great Star Wars fan." You finish. Your hands come down from his hair to caress Steve's tense shoulders. "Come here." He turns with his back to you, rests his head on your chest and lies down.

Your gentle hands begin to massage Steve's shoulders. Making circular motions and applying pressure to the tight spots, earning several grunts from him. You are able to feel him fully relax against your body.

“Now you tell me how your day was.” Steve speaks softly, his big hands still caressing your thighs under the water.

“Good, i mean, exhausting. I had a physics test and i almost killed myself while doing it. But other than that, college is going really well. Oh, and i had lunch at your favorite restaurant today.”

“You're kidding! I can't believe you went without me!" He speaks as he turns his head to stare at you with a disbelieving gaze.

"And i ate your favorite." You continue, getting close to his face, leaving a kiss on Steve's cheek. "It was great." And one more kiss, this time on his jaw. “And then i had dessert.” Another kiss, this time on the neck. “The one we always ask for.” And one more kiss on the sweet spot on his neck, earning a moan of pleasure from Steve.

“You're terrible.” He speaks, leaning in so he can steal one, two, three kisses from your lips. “And pretty. You are very very pretty.”

You just grunt as you smile against his lips. You kiss him one more time before pulling back a little, lips still touching as he says:

"You are too much." His eyes looked so bright as he looked at you that you felt your heart flutter faster.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He reaffirms. Hands rising from your thighs to caress your hips gently beneath the water and foam.

"I love you."

“You love me because im a scoundrel. There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.” He says with a smile on his face.

“WAS THAT A STAR WARS REFERENCE?”

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This is a Genya Shinazugawa x OC (Gideon Azulyss) MLM Fic 🏳️‍🌈

AN/ I wrote this after drinking a c4 ✨ a lot of fluffy interactions and dorky boy antics. I'm having a good time 😆

CW/ They're naked in the Hot springs but I think that's about it.

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The Demons We Face | Chapter 5, Is This a Date?

The quest for Intel was fruitful, and both boys met back at the edge of town. Genya had found a bench and he rested, waiting for Gideon to meet up with him. Gideon didn't keep him waiting long, and showed his face five minutes later, sitting on the bench beside him.

“People who go into the woods around dusk have been disappearing. There have also been a few cases in which children were playing in the forest during the day but didn't return home after dark.” Gideon recounted what he'd learned, watching small birds peck at the ground nearby.

Genya nodded. “Seems on par with what I heard as well. There have been five disappearences so far. The disappearences started about 2 weeks ago.”

Gideon shifted his hammer from his shoulder, setting it to prop against the bench so he could lean back. He looked over to Genya, meeting his gaze as the boy also leaned back on the bench.

“I suggest we go into the woods together at twilight, and we lead it to us. We shouldn't split up under these circumstances.” Genya spoke with certainty.

“Agreed.” a soft nod from Gideon. He gives Genya a smile.

“I have other important information.” Gideon said.

“Yeah? What is it?”

Gideon stretches his arms and rolls his shoulders. “There's a hot spring nearby!~” he said happily. “I think I might check it out before getting some rest.” He looks over to his partner with a smile, mischief in his eyes.

“You wanna come with me?” He asked him. Purely to watch Genya blush, if he was being honest. Since he'd looked so flustered in other occasions when Gideon was wearing less clothing in front of him, he was living for the way he stammered.

Genya doesn't disappoint. He blushes a bit. “I - um… is that… Sh-should I go? I could… HNNG Okay! I'll go!”

Gideon chuckled a little. “No one's forcing you~”

Genya blushed more, reaching up to touch his hot cheek and try to hide his reddened face. “I…want to go…”

Gideon gave him a warm smile, gently reaching for his hand to encourage him not to hide. “Okay then.”

Gideon’s hands were softer than most swordsmen’s, but still quite rough and weathered. The mark of one who fought with a two-handed melee weapon. He had noticed earlier though, how soft Genya's hands were, as he'd come to bring him out of his own embarrassment previously. Softer, warmer, larger hands than is own… but still very much the hands of a seasoned swordsman.

He realized he was still holding Genya's hand, and for just a little too long. He released him with a sheepish chuckle. “Sorry,” he said, averting his gaze before standing up.

Genya had allowed the touch so easily though. He felt calmer… his flushed cheeks had returned to normal as he had simply watched Gideon examine his hand. His blush came back though as he noted how shy Gideon got after releasing him.

I think this is attraction. But I've only ever felt it around pretty girls before… I was certain I was straight but … he's very cute. Can I like both like that?

Gideon looked back towards him as he still sat. “Are you hungry for lunch? We could eat first… I was thinking of taking a nap after the springs, rest up for tonight.”

Genya met his gaze and nodded, standing up as well. “I'd kill for some ramen, honestly.”

“Just don't kill me for it~”

“Shush.” Genya shook his head, smiling.

Gideon smiled to himself as they walked. “See because if you killed me, it'd be a terrible first date. I'd haunt you for the rest of your life. Not in a scary way, just enough to inconvenience you.”

Genya blushed when he called it a date, but Gideon was so into the joke about haunting him that Genya ended up laughing instead of being too flustered to function. “Good points. Alright. I won't kill you. It'd be a waste to do so anyway.”

He smiled, gaze on the ground ahead of him. It was Gideon's turn to blush, and he tried to fall a couple steps behind Genya to hide it. But his partner noticed when he faltered in stride and waited up for him.

They found a place that served ramen and sat, ordering their preferences. Gideon played with his chopsticks quietly, and Genya watched him with interest.

“... Sometimes I wish I had long hair. I'd put my hair up into a bun and get ornamental picks, that I could use as weapons to catch my enemies off guard.”

Genya smirked, picking his own chopsticks up. “You have enemies? That's hard to believe.”

“They're out there. I just don't know them yet.” He smirks, looking over to Genya. He shifts to turn and face him better at the bar.

“Shinazugawa… I was thinking about that. And the woman we are staying with said you have a brother. That's Sanemi right?”

Genya nods, but a small pain bubbles up. “Yeah, that's my oldest brother.”

Gideon senses that it may be sensitive to discuss that further. Cocking his head to the side, he playfully examined him. “Now that I look at you it's really apparent. You share the same eyes. And your smiles have some similarities too.”

Gideon smiles, moving on to the next subject so that he doesn't unintentionally open a wound. Family could be hard ground to navigate, and while he'd love to talk about it with him, a public ramen shop probably wasn't ideal. “What kinds of things do you like doing when you're not on missions?”

Genya gives him a smile. “I have some bonsai trees that I tend to. It's really relaxing to just… tune out the world and take care of them. Um… I'll show you them sometime if you want?”

Gideon’s eyes light up. “That's so neat!~ I'd love to see them.”

“Do you have any hobbies?” Genya asks him. They both receive their bowls of ramen and give thanks for the food. Gideon takes a sniff of the bowl appreciatively.

“I draw sometimes. And I can sing pretty well… but not in front of people.” He prepares a small sample of all the bits of ramen in a spoon to make a mini ramen and takes a bite, humming contently.

Genya starts in by grabbing up some of the noodles and then tasting a bit of everything individually.

Gideon glances over to him. “I'll sing to your trees. But you can't be near me if I do that. I'll sing secrets to them, it's the only way plants can learn.”

Genya laughs a little, prepping his next bite. “Secrets to my bonsai trees? What are they going to possibly do with that?”

“They'll hold on to them for me. And they won't tell anyone. So I'll get to unburden myself and they will become even more interesting to you.” He shrugs. “I'd rather tell trees I get to know than some random tree in the forest, Genya.”

“You're odd. But funny.” Genya said.

“Thank you, my good man. Glad you think I'm funny~”

They both finish up their ramen and head towards the springs. They're natural springs that the villagers utilize but no one has laid claim to for business. Tucked behind some trees on the edge of the forest, Gideon wondered if perhaps people were taken by the demon because they'd stayed out too late here.

Gideon looks around as he begins undressing and voices this theory. “...Do you think that the demon could have taken people from here? Like they relaxed just a bit too long and got nabbed?”

Genya peers over at him as he undresses as well. “it might explain the adults, but I'd think the children probably wouldn't be around here a ton.”

Genya's yukata and top uniform shirt are removed, and as Gideon looks over to continue talking with him, he notices scars all over Genya's body, and his muscular physique. He decidedly looks away, his cheeks crimson.

Gideon finishes undressing and steps in, lowering himself into the warm water and hissing out the word “Fuucccckkkkk,” as he sunk down. It was better than he was hoping for. He heard Genya enter after him and waited a moment before turning to him, giving him a chance to enter the water privately.

Gideon smiled up at him as he found a place to sit. “This is so nice~”

Genya hummed appreciatively as he entered into the water fully, but he sank all the way down, holding his breath and rising back out with a small gasp for air. hair soaked, he pushed his wet locks out of his face. He smirked at Gideon.

“Trying not to get your hair wet?~”

“N-not in particular -”

Genya leaned in and shook himself like a wet dog, splashing Gideon and smiling big as he hears him squeal. “Genya!!”

Genya laughs, fixing his damp hair. Gideon wipes the droplets from his face to no avail. “I see how it is.” He says, grinning as he pushes a playful splash towards him. Genya answers with a bigger one that definitely gets Gideons hair soaked and both boys laugh.

“Damn it Genya!!~” Gideon laughs and play tackles him into the water, letting him back up right away, and Genya pulls him right back into the water, his play scream being cut off by water surrounding him. Genya stands back to let him get up and he stands, pushing water out of his face.

“Wanna find out who's stronger?” Gideon asks.

“It's definitely me.”

“It could be me. You don't know until we have the challenge.” Gideon says with a smirk.

He laces his hands into Genya's and holds them up at eye level. “Kay. Count of three, whoever gets pushed down loses. Care to place a wager?”

Genya grips his hands. “When I win, you owe me candy.”

“Well, when I win… you have to give me a piggyback ride back to the wisteria house.”

“Random, but deal, because I'm gonna win anyway and I want candy.”

“Three, two, one, Go!!”

Gideon gives a valiant effort, but he's a giggly bitch and starts laughing, causing his arms to go weak and he caves. Genya pushes him into the water, but then he accidentally loses his balance and falls into the water on top of Gideon.

Gideon tries to catch him so he doesn't hit any of the rocks near the shallow end. “Are you okay?” He asks, looking to his face as Genya pulls himself up slightly. “Y-yeah, I'm fine… are you-”

The moment their eyes meet, the same thought goes through their head. This is a very inconvenient position they've found themselves in. A very suggestive position. They both blush.

Genya pulls away and stammers. “I-Im so sorry!! I lost m-my balance I swear!”

Gideon sits up a bit more and looks to him as he apologizes. “No it's okay! Genya I know you slipped on accident, I caught you.”

Genya nods looking to him. “O-okay.”

Gideon stands up carefully and looks him over. “You're alright though? I didn't want you to hit a rock or anything…”

“I'm fine, promise.”

Gideon gives him a calm, warm smile. “Okay, good.”

He settles down again, finding a good place to sit and relax. “Come sit with me, partner. Let's relax a bit.”

Genya nodded, carefully joining him by his side, unintentionally touching legs with him as he settled, but neither boy shied away from the contact. They simply enjoyed the hot spring and each other's company for a short while, watching the happenings of the trees around them.

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softie-rain · 2 years

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Meet me at the Hanging Tree

Hunger Games au

previous chapter: Chapter 3

next chapter: Chapter 5

Pairings: Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

Series Summary: Panem, governed by President Magnus, is getting ready for the 75th Hunger Games. It's in this Memory Edition that the reader will learn how far one can go for the loved one, even if that could bring her to certain death.

Series Warnings: Murdering, described death and violence, suicide, death for natural causes such as starving, hypotermia, dehydratation and wounding infection.

Disclaimer: The story is wrote in third person as I'll add other point of views outside the arena. Also, romance will began later in the book, as the characters won't immediately interact!

Chapter Four: Training Session

warnings: mention of fighting and knives

summary: first day of training, and y/n seemed to already have found an ally in the last person she'd expected to.

a/n: a bit obvious and cliché, i know, sorry. My original idea was to make an enemies to lovers kinda trope, but i gave up at the end. sorry :,)

two more chapters and in the arena we goo

Darwin was right: the shower was amazing.

After the three washing they gave her before the parade she had taken another one before going to sleep and after she woke up, and made sure to fully enjoy it. Having clean hot water dripping directly over her head was probably one of the best feelings she had ever experienced.

She closed her eyes and let the water run on her face, as she gently rubbed her hair. For how long could she have enjoyed those small things? The showers, the food, the fancy dresses, even that dark beverage that if she remembered well was… Coffee? Yes, yes it was coffee.

She didn't like the taste the first time, but now during breakfast Charles told her to try it with a bit of milk. She didn't quite get how exactly it was made or the name, but she admitted it was better than the last one.

"Did you sleep well?" Darwin asked her. She nodded, but deep down he knew that she was lying, and she knew that too. Besides, he had a terrible sleep too. As Effie poured more… tea? In her cup, she spoke to both of them. "First day of training! How are you two excited?"

They shared worried looks, not knowing what to answer. "Effie, why don't we talk about how they impressed everyone yesterday? What's your response?" Charles changed the subject, which they were very grateful for. "Like I said yesterday, you were wonderful! What Emma did with you two surely left the sign, it's not every time you see a District 12 tribute dressed that properly for a parade!"

Y/n preferred not commenting on how that could have been considered offensive instead of being a compliment, and she just thanked her. She knew that deep down Effie wasn't being mean or anything, and she seemed to actually care about her and Darwin.

Darwin too just thanked her and smiled, immediately turning to her to give her a knowing look, that made her understand they were thinking almost the same thing.

A few hours later they were being dragged to the training center, where they would have spent the following five days. Y/n wasn't really listening to the woman explaining the rules such as "Don't attack each other, you'll have plenty of time for that in the arena", she was too busy observing the other tributes.

She had already seen the favorites, Scott, Ororo, Kurt and Rogue. Truth be told Kurt looked even more scared than her, and she wondered if he'd actually be a threat to her during the Games. She came to the conclusion that he'd probably be anyway if he went with the other three, which he would probably have.

She didn't know much about the other tributes, the male form 11 seemed very strong, and so did the guy from 5 and 7. The speech was finally done, and so they all parted to start they're training.

She noticed that Darwin was going to the fight spot, but she kept observing. Excluding Ororo and Rogue, the other girls looked pretty much "weak", and they would have hardly made a serious danger in the arena.

But then she remembered what Charles had told her on the train, and how that was probably how she looked in their eyes, and they obviously didn't know about how good she was with knives. She shook her head and decided to go trying to do the knots. She was already good at it, giving that back to the District she did it often, but she still decided to give it a try.

She passed by the couple from the six, who were fighting over how to make a decent bait. She met the eyes of the girl, and she shyly smiled at her. Why would she do that? She had no idea, but she didn’t even have the time to smile back that she was already resuming her argument with her companion.

She kept walking to the trap-making desk just to find it already occupied by Peter Magnus. "The President’s son is already so good at fighting that he goes straight to the trap uh?" God did she really say that?

He turned to face her, embarrassed blush covering his cheeks. "And I'm not really good at it apparently. Are you?" He asked her, trying to hide his embarrassment with the only way he knew: flirt. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I'd rather not tell everyone what my specialities are, that would just benefit the others and not me." He chuckled in response. "True. You know my name but I don't know yours. Would knowing your name benefit me too?"

She shakes her head. "Guess not. Y/n Grey."

"Beautiful name for a bea-"

"Don't you even try."

She stopped him. He raised his hands in surrender and looked around. "Where's your friend?" He asked. "Fighting. Yours?" His eyes started scanning the room looking for Lorna. "Ah, there. With knives."

She followed his look to the black haired girl aiming for the targets. She was really good at it, even more than her.

And no matter what happens, do not compare yourself to the other tributes. You are an amazing hunter and great with knives, don't let yourself down.

Her mother's last words were more harsh than Jean's one for sure, but certainly useful.

She was good at throwing knives just as that girl, maybe even better. "Thinking much?" She kept staring at the girl without answering, and then totally changed the subject. "It must be hard for your sister." His smile dropped for a few seconds, just to reappear an instant later. "It is. But at least she's not the one in here and trust me, I prefer it like this." Y/n had to admit she wasn't expecting that answer.

Not that she didn't believe he had any feelings but, for sure she had thought he'd be more selfish than what he was showing.

"She's up there." He signed, directed to the room where all the gamemakers stayed. And there she was, wearing the most beautiful red dress she ever saw. Honestly, she was incredibly beautiful herself. "Woah. Your sister's hot." She commented. Peter frowned. "I guess? I never exactly stopped thinking about how hot my sister is." He joked, making her laugh.

"Fair enough." She looked at him, meeting his eyes again. She then thought that maybe he could know something about the other tributes, and tried asking him about the girl who smiled at her previously. "Uh, that's Kitty Pride if I'm not wrong, from District 6. And the guy's name is Bobby." He explained. "He volunteered for a kid, it was very touching." He said, still working on his trap.

She raised an eyebrow. "You talked to them?" "No, I just saw their reaping ceremony. And, between you and me, I got to look in the files of the gamemakers. A lot of stuff about everyone, you included dear." He said winking.

Well that was interesting. Sure, what he did was probably against the rules but, now that he already did it why couldn't she take advantage of that? Besides, Peter seemed like a nice guy.

Seems.

"Alright I have an idea. You tell me everything you know about the tributes, and I help you set up a trap and give you some personal survival tricks. Deal?" "So you do know how to make one." "Deal?" She repeated again. He accepted without even thinking about it.

"Ok so, I suppose you already know the ones from District 1 and 2?" She nodded. "There's nothing much more to say about them other than they're lethal but Alex, the mentor of the first District, is Scott's brother. And Raven, mentor of District two? Apparently she is Kurt's and Rogue's mom, but she left them because she had them at a too young age. Ok ok, this one is just a Capitol rumor, no idea if it's true." He cared to add when he noticed her unconvincing expression.

"Then, uhm, let's see. Ah, Jubilee, District 5. Her family isn't as poor as one would think by how skinny she is, and she's very fast. Oh and be careful with Warren, District 3. He could easily become a deathly threat with the smallest sword."

He went on and on with all the tributes and even if the information wasn't much, now the girl felt like she had a bigger advantage over the other tributes. A much bigger one. Finally Peter stopped at District 11 and, even if she fought the urge of asking the whole time, she eventually gave up and went with it. "And about me? And Darwin?"

He chuckled. "Darwin's family work at the market, not the best but he manage to survive. You… your father died, you live with your mom and sister, too old to play in the Games." She looked down, a wave of sadness rushing over her at the mention of her family.

He probably understood his mistakes because he immediately apologized. "Sorry, didn't mean to-" "No it's fine." She lied.

She just wanted to drop the subject and talk about anything else, and she was thankful for Peter because he didn't brought it up again once she started teaching him how to prepare a small animal trap. "I knew you were good at this. He teased, making her shake her head.

What in the world she was doing? Befriending him? He was an enemy, just a few nights before she promised herself she would have killed him if she had to. And now they were having a normal conversation like two old time friends do?

This wasn't her at all. She had to wake up from that state the boy put her into before it was too late. And yet, she couldn't help the words that escaped her mouth.

"You know Magnus, you're not as bad as i though." "Back at you, Grey."

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watermelonlovershigh · 3 years

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Day in the Life of a Single Dad with a 2 Yr Old

This was requested by this anon.

AN: let me know if you guys like fluff fics & i'll try to write them as frequent as my smut & sicfics. also couldn't come up with a better title so... yeah the title is a lil iffy.

Things to help you understand this story better:

(Harry is a single parent/Harry is 25/Harry is a healthy eater/Loves his daughter so much)

Harry is peacefully sleeping in his bed alone. Covers to his chin, curled up on his side. That is until his beautiful two year old daughter comes barging in there to wake her daddy up. He shouldn't be asleep she thinks. It's too late. In reality its only 7 am on a Saturday, but to an early riser like her, he should be awake and playing with her. Or making her breakfast.

Her little feet pad over to her daddy's side of the bed. She can barley reach him due to the height of his bed, but manages to stretch her little arms up and taps on Harrys face. "Daddy, wake up." she speaks in her little British accent. Harry slowly opens his eyes and immediately squeezes them shut because of the sunlight coming from the window blinding him. "Daddy!!" his daughter says a little louder.

If his daughter was any older, Harry might tell her to wait a few minutes or go back to bed because it's too early, but he knows she's only 2. So he forces his eyes open again and reaches down to hook his hands in her tiny arm pits to lift her on the bed. "Why are you awake so early babe." he asks in a gravely voice, while placing her on his bare chest.

"I hungry." her tiny voice replies.

"Mhmm what would you like?" Harry mumbles sleepily.

"Sweets." she says innocently.

"I don't think so love. We don't eat sweets for breakfast. It will give you a tummy ache. What about a healthy fruit salad. We have some Watermelon and Strawberries in the fridge." he replies to his daughter who's straddling his chest.

"NO, I WANT SWEETS! I WANT SWEETS!" she yells back with angry tears threatening to escape.

"D/n, we do not yell!" her father speaks firmly. "We can't have sweets but we can have something other than a fruit salad if you want. Lets go down and see what we have." With a tight grip on his upset daughter, Harry gets out of bed and makes his way down the spiral staircase and into the kitchen.

This wasn't something new to him. Ever since his daughter turned 2 in August, she's been acting up a lot more than previously. You could say it was the terrible twos everyone talks about. Harry tries his hardest to teach her the proper ways to behave but it's been proven to be a lot more difficult than anticipated. Especially hard when he's busy all the time and isn't with her 24/7 like stay-at-home mums are or stay-at-home dads were. He's a musician. Not a so called musician that gets excited to book a Friday night at the local pub. No, Harry is a international pop star.

When he ended up getting a one-night stand pregnant, he told them they could do what they wanted as far keeping the baby or not. Harry has always been one to agree that its a women's choice. But his one-night stand wanted to have the baby. Honestly, you'd think Harry would get angry that she decided to keep it, but he wasn't. Maybe it wasn't the ideal situation to have a baby from a one-night stand that he had on tour, but he being the loving Harry everyone seems to know and love, of course tried to look at it as a positive thing. But when his daughter was born, his one-night stand got her minute of fame by saying she had Harry Styles baby and left. Abandoned her own blood. Harry had to get full custody of his daughter and ever since then she's been living with her daddy.

It was really hard the first few months of her life. A baby needs their mothers comfort and warmth and she had none of that. She never got the opportunity to breast feed or feel the love of her mother, and Harry feels sick just thinking about it. So Harry put his career on hold for a few months to take care of his daughter and show her that someone cares for her. He never wanted her to feel unloved. It was his biggest fear. That's why every day since the day she was born, he tells her how much he loves her. Shows her how much he loves her.

He did all her nightly feedings with warmed up formula in bottles. He changed her diapers at all hours of the day. He gave her baths every day to make sure she smelled nice and clean. And when she turned 1 years old and was getting more active, he took her to the studio with him and let her play her toys.

Just because Harry is a single parent doesn't mean he doesn't have help or support. He has a lot of help when it comes to taking care of his daughter. His sister Gemma babysits all the time for him when he's got something very important to do at the studio where he'd prefer if his daughter wasn't there. Harry's mum watches his daughter frequently when he has a interview he needs to attend. Even some of Harry's friends watch or take care of her when needed. Especially some of his ex bandmates that have kids of their own now. Harry's daughter has playdates with Bear, Liam's son about once a month. They're about the same age and their dads are friends so it works out great. His daughter has even played with Freddie, Louis's son. Not as much because Freddie lives in America but when he comes to England to spend time with his father they hang out. Freddie and Harry's daughter are quite similar. They were both created due to a one-night stand. The only difference is Freddie's mum wanted him. Didn't abandon him. So he has a relationship with both parents. Needless to say, besides all the things a mother can give to their child, his daughter has a good life. People love her, and once again that's all Harry could ask for. People and himself to love his daughter.

After fighting with his daughter about what to eat for breakfast, she finally settles for some Strawberry pancakes as long as they have chocolate syrup on top. Harry gives in and allows a little chocolate for her to have with breakfast. She sits in her high chair munching on the pancakes while Harry cleans the mess from cooking. Like washing the pan and wiping the stove off. When he's finished cleaning, he notices his daughter has stopped eating and is just making a mess with her food at this point.

Walking up to her high chair, Harry bends down and lifts her sticky body up and says, "Alright, time to give you a bath little one."

"No bath daddy! Me no want a bath!" she yells and attempts to kick her fathers legs but Harry grabs ahold of them in his big hand and stops her movements which makes her small body more angry. She screams very loud in his ear and pounds her baby fist in his shoulders, expressing her anger. Harry really wants to get upset. But what he's read in parenting books is that if you ignore their behavior and act like you don't see their tantrums, it will make it better and they'll give up on trying so hard to show their anger. Because most toddlers have tantrums to try and get attention from their parent(s). By ignoring it, you're not feeding into it.

"I'm sorry but you have chocolate all over you love. Need to get you clean because I need to take you to the studio for a few hours with me today. How does that sound?" trying to make bath time and going to the studio sound fun.

After fighting with Darcy to get in the bath, Harry finally got her in the tub. He struggled to wash her curly hair due to the fact she wouldn't sit still, even after he gave her a rubber ducky to play with. Once he's washed her hair and chocolate covered body, Harry picks her up and wraps her in a big fluffy towel, then takes her to her room to get changed. He manages to get a pull up on her, (still trying to potty train), and puts a lovely red track suit on her with some Gucci shoes. Then he carries her in front of the bathroom mirror to brush her hair.

"Be good for daddy and let me brush your hair." Harry tells his daughter in a gentle manner.

As soon as he passes the brush in her hair, his daughter screams, "Owww, it hurts daddy!"

10 minutes later, Harry has brushed her locks and put her hair into some cute pigtails. With his 2 year old crying in the process. He's pretty good at doing hair because he used to have longer hair himself. Then he picks her up off the counter and places her on the ground, walking her to his bedroom.

"Can you lay in my bed while I get ready? I'll put on your favorite show." he questions calmly.

"Peppa Pig, Peppa Pig, Peppa Pig!" is daughter chants.

"Alright, alright." He picks up his baby girl and sets her in the middle of his bed. Then he grabs the remote to turn his wall mounted tv on. He scrolls on Netflix and finds Peppa Pig to keep her occupied. Then goes to his bathroom to get dressed and ready to head to the studio.

When he exits his bathroom fully dressed and ready to leave, he finds a sleeping toddler on his bed, snuggled into his pillow. Her perfectly outlined lips slightly parted. Harry can't help but smile. He loves his baby girl with his entirety and seeing her peaceful like this makes him so happy. He turns the tv off and carefully picks her up into his arms and heads down the stairs to his car in the garage. But not before stopping by her room to pick up her mini backpack that holds extra pullups and a sippy cup full of juice, with some of her toys as well. Her tiny face is stuffed into her daddy's neck and Harry can feel light puffs of air hitting his skin. He puts his daughter in her car seat and buckles her up properly. Then gets in himself to drive to the studio.

About 5 minutes away from the studio, Darcy wakes up from her late morning nap and whines out, "Me wanna go home and play with you!"

"I'm sorry but I have to work for a little bit. I'll play with you when we get home later. How does that sound Hmm?" She was not satisfied with her fathers answer and starts wailing. Hot salty tears run down her little cheeks and she makes exaggerated sounds to emphasize her crying. She kicks at the seat in front of her and balls her fist up as if she's going to hit something but unfortunately to her, she can't reach a single thing due to her seat belt. Once again, Harry just ignores her cries of anger and turns the radio on loud to block it out.

By the time they arrive at the studio, Harry's daughter has calmed down. She's still upset but at least she isn't crying and that's progress in Harry's eyes. He parks his car in a secluded area to hide from potential paparazzi and unbuckles her. Then shields her face form potential cameras and make their way into the music studio. Harry has to record some audio for his newest album so that's why he needed to come in today. They enter the studio where the rest of his solo band is. He prefers to record the instruments live instead of manufactured drums and guitars.

At some point when he was getting ready in his home bathroom, Harry had called his assistant and told her he needed to bring his daughter in to the studio with him so she could watch her while he's busy. She agreed but being Harry Styles assistant, it wasn't really an option. Not that Harry would force her but she's an assistant for a reason. To do jobs Harry assigns her. In this case babysit his toddler while he records a song. He doesn't have anyone else today and unfortunately can't leave her at home with a mummy like many other fathers can. He's just happy his job allows his daughter to be somewhat a part of it. Not in the spotlight because he keeps his daughters identity a secret from the public for her protection, but as far as her going to the studio with him or when she gets older, she can come on tour with him.

Harry's assistant takes his toddler and her mini backpack full of her essentials. They hang out in the open area, out of the way from his band and he himself so he can get what he needs to get done so they can wrap everything up for the album. Harry's daughter actually loves his assistant. They have grown quite close over the 2 years of her life. But because she's going through her terrible twos, the toddler didn't want to behave for anyone today.

About an hour into Harry's work, he's interrupted with a frantic assistant that has a screaming toddler in her arms. "I'm sorry Harry but she's been crying for about 30 minutes and I've done everything I know to do to get her to calm down." Harry isn't upset his assistant came to him for help with his baby. That's not the type of guy he is.

Harry takes off his headphones and walks over to them. He picks his little girl up into his tattooed arms and questions, "Love, why are you upset for? If you keep crying, you'll end up with a tummy ache."

She just hugs around her fathers neck with her little arms and says, "Want you daddy." Those words almost breaks his heart. Harry doesn't know where this sudden want for him has came from.

"You can have me all you want when I'm finished working, alright. I'll be done shortly." He struggles to pass her back over to his assistant, but finally manages. "Maybe she's hungry. I'll give you a few pounds to take her through drive thru at McDonalds. Would you like McDonalds d/n?" She just nods her pigtailed head. He would suggest for them to go inside, but the public knows what his assistant looks like so they'd know that was his daughter. The daughter that has her identity secret for now. His assistant takes the toddler to the McDonalds drive thru and orders her some chicken nuggets. Even through Harrys pescatarian, he still allows his daughter to eat meats. Then Harry goes back to work in the studio.

Around 2 in the afternoon, Harry and the two year old make it back home. The rest of the evening was a little hectic with a few tantrums here and there. Harry cooked them a nice meal for dinner at about 6 and played dolls with her in the short period of time she wasn't upset. Then comes the dreaded bedtime.

Harry changes her into some pjs and helps her brush her teeth. Then when he went to put her in bed, she started crying for the 100th time today. "Me sleep with you daddy." she cries out. There's a part of him that wants to say yes and cave in, but the parent part of him is saying no. She needs to learn to be a big girl. Harry really doesn't understand why she wants to sleep with him all the sudden. She normally has no problem sleeping by herself.

"No baby. You need to be a big girl and sleep in your bed sweetheart. I'm right next door if you need me though okay." His daughter clings to his body and cries fat tears. Harry decides to stay in her room until she falls asleep. So that's what he does. When she subsumes to sleep, he lays her down in her bed and pulls the covers up over her frail body. Then exits her room quietly.

Harry changes into some comfier clothes himself and goes down stairs to get himself a glass of wine. Then he sits on the sofa and turns a series on to watch before bed. Times like now is when he wishes he had a wife. He'd even take a girlfriend. Just someone to hold him late at night and cuddle with him. Even have some type of intimacy. Ever since he found out about his daughter, Harrys game of sleeping around stopped. He didn't want to keep sleeping with random girls when he was becoming a dad. He was raised better than that. So needless to say he was lonely. In every way possible. Mentally, and physically.

Whilst in the middle of the show he's watching, Harry is brought back to reality when he hears a blood-curdling scream from up the stairs. He rushes to set his wine down on the coffee table and runs to his daughters room. When he walks in there, his heart sinks. The toddler is crying so hard she's gasping for air. It's a different cry that he's seen through-out the day. Unlike her terrible twos tantrums, this cry sounds like she's scared. Harry runs to her and picks her up. "Hey what's wrong my love? Tell daddy what's wrong." he asks of his child, soothing her to his chest.

As her tears slow down in the comfort of her daddy's arms, she mumbles, "You left me." Once again Harrys confused because she never acts like this.

Harry walks out her bedroom and goes to sit with her on the sofa downstairs. Then he turns her around on his lap to look at her face more clearly. "Baby, you need to tell daddy why you got scared or why you want me all the sudden."

The little 2 year old takes a deep breath and speaks in her little accent, "On Peppa Pig, they...they said kids like me are supposed to have a mummy AND a daddy. They said daddies can't love their babies like mummy's can. Me was scared you don't love me anymore." Her voice cracked saying the last bit with fresh tears running down her face and Harry has glossy eyes looking down at his distressed but beautiful mini twin. That's right. They look almost exactly alike. He thanks God every day for that because he doesn't want to look at his daughter and be reminded of a one-night stand that's a piece of shit of a mother.

"Look at me d/n. I love you so so so much. I will NEVER stop loving you." at this point he has to take a deep breath so compose his emotions, "And not all kids have mummies. There are a lot of kids who just have a daddy or some just have a mummy. But it doesn't mean I love you any less. Okay?! Don't listen to what they said in Peppa Pig. They were wrong." Finishing his speech, Harry pulls her tiny body forward and hugs her to his warm chest. He has silent tears running down his face. Both hands spread over her boney back. He thinks tonight is appropriate enough to allow her to sleep with him. She needs comfort. "Would you still like to sleep with me?" he asks in a whisper.

"Pleaseee." she responds while crying. Harry stands form the couch, turning the television off and abandoning his barley touched wine glass, and goes to his bedroom. The turns the overhead light off and walks over to the bed. Peeling the covers back, Harry and his daughter, whose on his chest, slide under the warm blankets together. Now she has just about stopped crying. Just little whimpers leaving her body, along with a few hiccups. Harry reaches over to turn the lamp off, leaving the room completely dark. He shushes his baby until her eyes slowly close and she falls asleep with her face burred in his neck and arms around his neck. Her short legs lay limp over his stomach.

Harry has a difficult time falling asleep that night. He feels sorry for his baby girl because he worries that movies and shows with two parents will make her sad and left out because she doesn't have a mummy. He just prays she will see all she'll ever need is her daddy to protect her and love her for the rest of eternity.

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thedelusionreaderbitch · 3 years

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Kaz Brekker x Reader - Bisexual

A/n: This was taken from my personal experiences that I have had very recently from coming out to four people in like two days. Also because pride month is tomorrow I give you this! Spoiler! It's not very good but still... Also if you guys want some pride stuff for the grishaverse you can just ask in my inbox! Hope you enjoy it! *Kaz and Reader are already dating.*

Warnings: The reader is bisexual, biphobia, homophobia, people being assholes I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: You've been hiding something from Kaz for a while and it all comes out in a blurt

(Kaz is wayyyy too ooc in this I'm so sorry!)

Secrets are not something you have with Kaz.

Your not supposed to have them anyways. But I guess that just didn't work it out, did it? You just had to fucking mess it up.

You are bi, something your actually very proud of, but when you started a relationship with the bastard of the barrel you didn't tell him. You did not mean to not tell him, you just... Kinda forgot? It was like he always got you so why did he need to see this side of you? Maybe it would be better kept a secret because if he didn't accept you...

No, this was not how this was going to go. You are proud of who you are and if anyone were to ask you would gladly tell them your bisexual. Besides, to keep a healthy relationship you need to be honest! But all these optimistic thoughts did nothing to ease your fear.

"Hurry up slowpokes!" Jesper yells at you and Kaz as he bounces down the street.

"Keep up!"

You and Kaz just roll your eyes at Jesper as he is in the very front with the rest of the Crows while you and Kaz are in the back. But you don't really care for the teasing, not while you were focused on something else entirely essentially.

You keep up with Kaz, the both of you walking in turn, step and step with each other. Then that's when you stumble upon them.

It's a group of people and as soon as they see Jesper kiss Wylan's cheek they're yelling at them. The two quickly pull away and you can feel anger boiling in your chest and for the first time in what feels like forever you act on it.

You stomp over to the group of apparent homophobes and you almost slap one in the face but you manage to contain your anger.

This time.

"What the fuck is wrong with these two." You gesture towards Wylan and Jesper who look a tad bit uncomfortable.

"And their relationship?"

A woman steps up looking a bit disgusted at your question as she wrinkles her nose. "The Saints didn't allow this heresy! So why should we?" She yells and looks very proud of herself.

Hot, terrible, blazing anger fills your eyes and you ball your hands into fits.

"And your priests are people who say that right? Well, I hate to break it to you hun, but I'm pretty sure your book said love is love. Maybe not in those words but pretty close mind you."

"I'm just trying to cleanse their souls of this sickness. The same-sex cannot love each, just facts." She shurges her shoulders. You nearly punch her at the line 'just facts.'

"Well, I guess you're going to have trouble with my soul because I love both, bitch!" Their little group's eyes widen and their mouths fall wide open.

"What-wha-"

"It's called being bisexual jackass's! Now stop your little campaign." You pull out your knives and point them at the group. "And get out of my sight." You narrow your eyes at them.

They quickly scurry away and some looked like they were sobbing in fear.

"And I will find you if you don't!" You yell after them as they start to run away now.

Although this is not the way you wanted this to go, they did threaten your friends and you would do anything for them.

Oh fuck.

Turning around and you see the wide-open mouths of your friends and your eyes slowly find your boyfriend, who looks just as surprised as the rest but you could see some pride in his eyes.

But you are still scared as hell.

"Holy shit! Ghezen, that was badass!" Nina yells and the rest of the Crows nod their heads still amazed at what you did.

Everyone resumes walking and the topic of conversation of how your bi comes up and you have to explain a bit about it to Matthias but he smiles at you when he gets it and even says Dejel still loves you. (Same thing with Inej and her saints.) Nina pulls you into a hug and Jesper and Wylan have made you an official part of the 'gay group' of the Crows. All is good.

Except for Kaz. You still haven't talked to him yet. Damn it.

Tears start to well in your eyes and you stay to the back so hopefully, no one will notice. Finally, Kaz comes to stand beside you looking at you with concern.

"Y/n?" He questions. "You good?"

You take a deep breath and try to steady yourself and your emotions.

"I did mean to not tell you." You blurt.

"I just did... I didn't know what you would do about it? It's just, that we had something so good and I didn't want to wreck that all with... Me, I guess." You trail off feeling the tears start to work up to the front of your eyes.

"Have. Not had."

You whip your head around to face him. "What!"

Confusion is painted on his face but then understanding comes and wipes that all away.

"Angel, did you really think I wouldn't accept you?"

The tears, at last, find their way out of your eyes (somehow) and you barely nod before Kaz cuts you off.

"I don't care who you're attracted to... really. You are so brave, and I just get to know more about the real you."

You fling yourself into Kaz's arms and you sob in happiness there for a second before you step back. He smiles gratefully at you and takes your hand as you both start to catch up with the rest of the Crows.

"You know if anyone says anything, I'll kill them."

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limerancy-fics · 2 years

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Anonymous asked: okay !! there was like a leak in 2.2 where xiao tells the traveller that their music helps with his karmic debt also, so maybe it wasn’t always a venti thing but a music thing ?? Do you have any thoughts on how it would affect xiao’s lore in the future?

— *sigh* it's to be expected. they're probably not gonna have venti n xiao interact at all actually n just be like "oh the traveler saves him :)" bc the traveler has to save everyone n everyone has to be in love w them ig.....it feels like shallow writing....it takes away from the weight of xiao's dream n the moment in the marsh, and the thing saying "his memory is only preserved in the glow of guyun n the sound of the dihua flute" etc. if ANYONE could have saved xiao w ANY music.....then why was it venti? why was it an archon? is xiao incorrect thinking only one of the seven could have saved him? why didn't anyone help him sooner? WHY DIDN'T ANYONE HELP HIM SOONER??????

i feel like it being venti is actually rlly important for both of their characters n stories...like xiao having this connection to the god of freedom, who isn't the god he serves, who saved him one day, when no one else would. or could. esp since xiao believes he can never be free, so it's like?????? that connection seems like it should be important for his story in the future????? if it doesn't come into play, why have it be venti in the first place? why not have it be another adeptus? or smthn?

n for venti, it shows what the glider story tells us: he doesn't like seeing ppl in pain. he wants to use his music to heal the hurts of the world. n who is hurting more in that moment than this adeptus burdened by a karmic debt and divine hatred that never should have been his? this yaksha who had his wings taken from him? who's chained to the earth and believes he can never be free, but his deepest wish is to be at peace? to not fight? to be gentle once more? why else would venti have been there, if he hadn't heard the wish for freedom and relief in xiao's heart? n how much does it tell us abt venti that he WAS there? when no one else was? he had absolutely no obligation to help xiao, a being who isn't from his nation or even residing in it, but he DID.

tldr: mhy is probably gonna backpedal so hard on xiao's story n we're probably never gonna see xiao n venti interact or even hear abt it, bc the traveler has to fix everything all by themselves n no one else can help anyone, now (yes, im salty abt it. dont come to me if ur mad that i am, u'll just be ignored)

Anonymous asked: exactlyyyy im saving like 😭😭😭😭 why have venti in his story and name card and voiceline AT ALL if youre just going to reduce him into a shell of a character just for harem purposes… i feel like a lot of characters get that treatment lately, like how both ayaka and kokomi was already head over heels for us when its super out of character for them to be T_T its like the original writers for xiao left and someone else is taking over and doing all of the rewriting to make more money bc xiao is so beloved ? i dont remember diluc or zhongli or kaeya being treated like this its really strange. But it made more sense when you realize xiaoaether n xiaolumi are the 2nd most popular ship on bilibili besides Chili/ZhongChi

it's FRUSTRATING bc it's exactly like u said. they'd hollowing him out to a tsundere harem prettyboy w the hots for the main character bc having characters care abt someone other than the mc is like....terrible for business ig.......seems like genshin is turning toward the "who gives a fuck abt story, what makes the most money" mindset n it's.......ugh. not everyone should or will be in love w the mc!!! at this point, what has mc done for xiao other than give him salad, tell him rex lapis is dead, fight osial, and hang out w him for a bit during his character quest??? w someone like xiao, i feel like that's rlly not enough for him to get attached to someone like.......wtf

i like characters who aren't falling at the mc's feet, bc that's interesting! that makes the story an actual story! it creates diverse dynamics between characters! but NOOOOO everyone else has to be in love w mc n can't care abt another character bc that doesn't make money, ig

it's cowardly, it's bullshit, it's bad writing, it's shallow, it's lacking passion. genshin had SO much passion, like u could tell the writers cared n wanted to tell this good story but now it's like...........whoever is writing now doesn't give a shit (how much u wanna bet they didn't want to release 2.1 as early as they did n got fired, then had shit ppl take over who got it out "on time" but sacrificed the actual story to do it..........)

n i'm not even saying this as a xiaoven shipper (honestly, i don't think they'd do it well anyway, so i'd prefer if it doesn't become canon at this point), i'm saying this as an author n as someone studying character and narrative. it's bad. it's inconsistent. it's jumbled. it's trying to pave over holes by creating new ones. at least give him enough development to make it believable, mhy

Anonymous asked: oh my god i'm so tried of genshin's writing, it's just becoming more and more fanservicey and i hate it, i've been meaning to delete genshin on my phone because i find the game so boring and repetitive and any fun i had left disappeared because of community drama, it's so disappointing, I was there when genshin was announced!! I remember how hyped the Honkai subreddit was for a new MiHoYo game!! I downloaded it the first day it came out!! i reached ar 20 in less then a week!! I was excited for this game!!! I loved it!!! And now I don't, i can't play it anymore, i dont even want to wait for hutao, im so tried of this game, im sorry for dumping this on you, i just need to let it out

no, i get it. i don't even rlly play anymore. i got my faves to friendship lvl 10, i finished mond, liyue, dragonspine, the 1st half of inazuma. but since 2.1, it's almost become unbearable. characters have no depth, the story is shallow n uninteresting, and the world is starting to get v....lacking. it's repetitive. it's boring. it's getting so fanservicey, like u said. maybe it's corporate greed. maybe it's demands of the players. who knows. but it's getting worse every update, it seems, n i'm not rlly feelin the game anymore (i'm taking my faves n running they're mine now mhy can't touch them)

Anonymous asked: Honestly I'm glad more people are speaking up about how shitty the current writing direction is. It's a shame some people took too much offense (probably because they self inserted themselves as mc) and harrased other people for not liking the obvious fanservice, when everyone has a right to have opinions. And good writing in exchange of seeing ur favs act all cute and pester you isn't a good exchange in the first place, but hey if people enjoy it that's fine. I think my expectations also got pretty high because the way you write genshin characters feel more alive and in depth than the canon ones 😭😭😭 sorry for the rant lol

KAJNFAKJS no honestly like i get it.....it's a lil frustrating bc i put so much time n effort n thought into my characterizations for EVERYONE, n it seems like the actual writers have just....stopped doing that.....like they write like they don't understand nor care abt the characters.

fanservicey dating game type things are fine! they're fun! but not when the game is marketed as something else, is started as something else, is written as something else until suddenly it's not. that's just...inconsistency n alienating the part of ur audience that isn't interested or didn't start the game for that kind of thing.

which like...ok they're not obligated to do anything the audience wants, but it's also just.......lazy. shallow. a cop out. like they're throwing away the first part of the game to make it smthn else, even tho it seems like traveler had TRIED to say no n do their own thing n find their sibling, like they actually had agency n personality for a second, at the beginning of 2.0, n i was all excited for that moment in smftw, bc it felt like a turning point! a change! the start of a downhill snowball that would've been so interesting to see! but mc has just been reverted back to a blank slate to project on, which kinda sucks? like why even start giving them personality if ur just gonna get rid of it again.......

(maybe that's why, bc ppl got mad traveler started to actually be a character rather than just self insert 😶) n now even the other characters are just getting flattened like little paper men

#xiaoven #misc question #its real get mad at mhy hours here #character analysis

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a-is-for-abel · 3 years

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"“I’m moving.” He froze, glancing up at his friend. The other boy’s eyes were gleaming with suppressed sobs, breath hitching and jaw clenched. “Mom got a job in another state and we’re moving in a month.”

Inspired by this prompt by @givethispromptatry

Sand and shells crunched under the belly of the kayak as it ran aground. With a wobble and a curse he tumbled into the water, paddle floating away from him and kayak shooting off in the opposite direction.

"Fuck."

He scrambled to collect both, tossing the paddle up onto the beach and grabbing the handle at the bow of the kayak to tow it onto shore.

"You're late."

He rolled his eyes and glanced over his shoulder to see Warren in all his cut-offs and sandals glory. "And you're early."

Warren crossed his arms. "I'm literally the most on time, dude."

"Whatever, just-- Help me grab the stuff."

He popped open the watertight chamber in front of the seat and reached into the belly of the kayak, all while Warren struggled to pull the backpack out from under the cage of bungee cords at the front.

"Just unhook them, dude," he said, his cellphone and two unopened cream sodas finally in hand.

"Don't tell me how to do it."

"It's not going to--"

"Shit!" Warren yelped, recoiling and clutching his hand.

"Told you."

Warren flicked him off, but turned to do what he said anyway.

"Come on, suns gonna start setting soon." He grabbed his backpack from Warren and stuffed the drinks and his phone inside.

"What? Afraid of some gators?"

"No," he said. "Rather a gator than my dad."

Warren grimaced. "He still got you on that curfew?"

"Yup."

He picked his way through the mangrove thicket that cut the beach off from the rest of the spoil island. The roots of the black mangroves jutted up like fingers through the sand and the stilts of the red mangroves tried their best to snag his feet as he ducked under the sprawling web of an orb weaver hidden in their midst. Thankfully, it cleared out past the initial wall of foliage, becoming more barren with only the occasional thicket.

He remembered when his dad had led them through here the first time and explained that the mangroves kept the spoil islands standing. That when hurricanes and storms threatened to wash them away, their roots would act like a little army, keeping off any barrage and harboring whatever took up shelter under them.

He frowned. His dad and him hadn't come out here since--

"Fuck, fuck, fu--" Warren sputtered behind him, high-pitched.

"Web?" he asked, glancing back to see Warren flinching away from a tree.

"Yeah, fuck--" Warren brushed his arms off frantically and patted at his hair. "Fucking spiders all over the fucking place, man. They call it Mosquito Lagoon, but it really should be spider god damn la-- Fuck!"

"Nice one, ‘spider god damn la-fuck’ really has a special sort of ring to it."

Warren shot him a glare and dusted off his shoulders and the front of his shirt with quick flicks. "You owe me for psychological damages..."

"Come on, we used to come out here all the time."

"When I was like ten! And with your dad!" Warren cowered away from another web that sprawled from a lone tree. "And I didn't have as much free real estate for a spider to like, you know-- Crawl all over me or whatever."

"Free real estate?"

"Yeah, you know the whole--" Warren gestured vaguely. "The meme."

"God, please stop," he groaned. "That shits like, what, twenty-seventeen? That's like ancient history, man."

"It's a classic."

"Sure," he muttered. "A classic."

"Whatever, man, you're just not cultured."

He scoffed. "That's definitely it."

The other end of the island unfolded into a drop-off, all coquina and shells packed tightly together and built up into a mound that cut off abruptly into nothing. It was the highest point of the island-- of most of the spoils out here honestly-- even though it's small cliff had been eaten away and eroded over time, shrinking and shifting as the island shrank with the waves.

Dropping his backpack, he sat and dangled his legs over the edge, shoes knocking back against the coquina with a scratchy rasp. Warren plopped down beside him, keeping his legs folded and away from the plunge. Not that it was much of a sheer cliff. Only about eight feet down at the most, but enough that it felt like a lot. Compared to the average of three feet below sea level for the rest of the mainland; eight feet felt pretty fucking huge.

The tide lapped at the base of the island, the water hissing and coiling, writhing and alive where it squirmed through the holes bored through the coquina face and back out with a soft crackle. Crabs, tiny and mottled, darted in and around the rocks and he could see finger mullet, their scales flashing as they turned and twisted with the waves.

"You tied up your kayak, right?" Warren asked.

"Naw, but it should be fine. I pulled it up pretty far."

"I'm not sharing if you get stuck out here."

He frowned, shooting Warren his best puppy dog eyes. "You'd leave me out here?"

"Yes."

He chuckled. "Fair."

Seagulls drifted in lazy circles far overhead, the occasional cry working its way down to them as the birds banked with the wind, following the gusts up to where they could catch a glimpse of a meal beneath the water. One wheeled down in a sudden arc, wings folded close to its side as it plummeted, beak first, into the water with a snap and then back out with a spray.

"Man, tough luck..." Warren said. "Hate whenever they miss. Makes me feel kinda bad."

"They're just gonna go do what the rest do and steal some fries at the jetty once they realize it's easier than doing this."

"Yeah, but it's like-- I don't know, man. Just wish he'd get a win."

"You don't even know him!"

"I feel like we have a connection." Warren pointed at where the seagull had gone back to patrolling the waters. "Me and seagull number one thousand and three, we're like this--" He crossed his fingers.

"Shut up," he snorted.

They watched the seagull try again and fail.

Warren started up a running commentary after the third attempt, cupping a hand over his mouth to imitate the slight grain of a sports announcer's microphone as he dramatized the whole thing. When the seagull finally managed to snag a fish Warren cheered, arms thrown up in a touchdown motion that he copied with a grin.

"Hell yeah, dude!" Warren high-fived him.

"Where's all that enthusiasm for when you're at my games?" he asked.

"Come on, dude, you know I always cheer the loudest. You're just too far out on the field to hear me."

"I'm sure that's what it is."

"Whatever, man-- What'd you bring anyway?" Warren grabbed his backpack and began rummaging through it. "Oh shit! Gummy bears, dude! And the good kind, hell yeah!"

"Yeah, grabbed them before I came here. That's why I was late, idiot."

Warren tore open the package. "Crimes forgiven, man. This is worth it."

"Give me that--" He pulled his backpack out of Warren's lap. "I also got some soda, but I guess all you care about is your precious little bears."

"Naw, naw-- Hand that over."

"Rude much?"

"What? You want me to kiss you on the lips for it first, bro?"

He laughed. "Now, that would be the polite thing to do."

Warren puckered his lips at him and then snatched the soda. "Fuck off."

"Not even a little kiss?" he teased.

"You dragged me out to spider-fuck-nowhere, while it's ass fucking hot out and where it smells like rotting fish taint-- Just to watch the fucking sunset, when we could have sat on my roof and done the exact same thing-- You expect a kiss for that?"

He shrugged. "Yeah. Bro code."

Warren snorted. "Hand me a bottle opener, dip shit."

He popped open his own bottle and passed it over to Warren, who struggled for a moment before finally getting it with a triumphant 'whoop'. The mixture of saccharine flavored soda and the slight rotting stench of algae, and whatever else the lagoon had to offer, wasn't exactly pleasant, but it wasn't terrible. It was familiar.

It was homely in it's off kilter sort of way.

"So, why'd you bring me out here anyways?" Warren asked.

He sighed and kicked his heel back against the coquina. "I’m moving.”

Warren sucked in sharply and he glanced over at him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the water below his feet. "Dad got a job in another state and we’re moving in a month.”

"Dude…"

"I didn't know how to tell you. I just--"

"Is that why you decided it'd be a good idea to sneak out and go to that dumb party with me?" Warren asked, frowning.

"I figured it would be one of the last chances I had to do something fun, you know. Here. Before I just-- Leave all this shit forever. I mean, we're moving to fucking Ohio, man. Where the fuck am I gonna find a party on an island out there?"

"Right…"

"And look, fuck my dad--"

"Jake--"

"No, fuck him-- He didn't even--" he huffed. "Things were looking up, man. Varsity lacrosse in sophomore year, that's huge, dude. And I wasn't just the fucking loser kid in the back of class anymore and he just--"

"Works rough here, dude..." Warren cut him off, sighing. "Space programs taking a shit. Whole island's taking a shit, really. Plenty of people left the first time NASA tanked, remember? It's just… it happens, man."

"So, you're just fine with it then?" he asked, brows furrowing. "We're never going-- I'm never going to see you again and you're just okay with that?"

"It's not forever!" Warren said, throwing out his hands. "There's planes, man! It's the twenty first fucking century. We got phones, dude. We'll stay in touch."

He grit his teeth and looked down.

"Jake, bro. C'mon-- Look at me."

He met Warren's eyes.

"It's gonna be okay, dude." Warren said, smile wide, and he could see the little falter at the edges, but he didn't call him on it. "Look--" Warren held up his bottle. "We'll cheers on it."

"Cheers on what?"

"To staying in touch, to meeting up in the future. To staying friends and all that, I don't know."

"To you finally getting a boyfriend?"

"Actually, you know what, I'm not going to miss you at all."

"Come on--" he grinned, nudging Warren with his shoulder. "You'll miss me."

"Yeah," Warren chuckled, looking down with a small smile. "I will..."

His fingers tightened around the glass bottle in his hand, bottom lip threatening to worry between his teeth. "Look, let's do your dumb cheers thing before it gets too sentimental or whatever."

Warren sighed, seeming to shake himself off before raising his soda bottle above his head and towards the slowly setting sun. "To us."

"To us?" He wrinkled his nose. "Isn't that kinda cheesy?"

"Just shut up and do it."

"Fine..." he grumbled with a grin, raising his bottle to clink against Warren's. "To us."

//photo credit// me and my phone c. 2020 //

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Theory: why is Seth Twiright the demon of wrath? What's his backstory?

Note: this theory tries its best to be as objective as possible in explaining and deducing facts basing on only what is known in the novels and not basing on personal preferences and sensibilities, just cold gathering of the facts and trying to draw plausible conclusion. That doesn't mean i'm right, necessarily.

Index:

1) Demon of wrath or demon of pride? (Biblical references and discordance of themes).

2) Was Seth a victim of abuse? (Can we draw this conclusion basing only on what we know?)

3) That one comic by Ichika

4) Conclusion

Chapter 1: demon of wrath or demon of pride?

Seth is a really peculiar character: the sin he's represented by doesn't seem to be...displaying that much, contrary to those of the other demons in this series.

Gilles is clearly lustful (basing on the catholic religion definition of it, at least) seen his high sex drive.

Vlad is not really explained but he's a cook so he must be obsessed with food (joke), also his interactions with Banica seem to suggest a morbid curiosity of his to try new foods for hedonistic pleasure, no matter if it's immoral and illegal to eat those.

Marie Annette is a really prideful human/demon seen her few lines in the entire series, like "bow down to me" without any legitimate reason.

Eve...well...on another theory about that...

Rahab is clearly envious when also other people get what she has, seen that she's basically the ec version of Ayano Aishi and a big stereotypical yandere, at least in one part of the narrative.

Salem (does he even exist? (joke)) is an economist so he must be obsessed with money and gathering earthly and perishing goods. (joke)

I won't talk about Adam Moonlit as the demon of greed here as it's for another topic.

But Seth? When in the series does he show unrighteous wrath? Do we see him get angry outbursts and go around beating up and killing people because he's angry at them?

No.

On the contrary, in the whole series Seth seems to be pretty calculating and cold, and he doesn't seem to be really excessively troubled by any behavior or at least he doesn't really show a strong vengeful attitude towards them.

Yes, he might get on bad mood when his plans don't succeed as he expected to, but he never goes like "you'll pay for ruining my plan" or something. He proceeds with his plans, trying to adjust the latters in order to fit the new situation.

Actually, sometimes he seems to find amusing and funny when people try to kill him and unmask (pun or not lol) him for his evil bahaviour, like when Adam tried to kill him and the latter was surprised he couldn't succeed since Seth outsmarted him, or Gammon when he confronted him about brainwashing Miroku.

It's as if Seth finds funny when people are frustrated because of him, it soothes his ever-roaring mind and boredom.

For months, i've thought that Seth should have been the demon of pride because of his attitude in the crime novel and because it fit him better as for the Biblical references:

We see multiple instances in the crime novel that Seth likes himself very much: he loves the fact that he consideres himself to be the best scientist in the country™ as he uses this bunch of words everytime he introduces himself (both as Horus and as himself), also he considers himself to be very handsome to the point he doesn't want to change his face because it would be "such a terrible crime" (i mean, i also think he's hot but Seth, calm down, what the hell...).

But his pride doesn't end with him flaunting his intelligence and hotness.

There are also other instances of Seth's pride that are even more remarkable.

Like for example, the whole matter of Seth making artificial humans (so called "ghoul children") mimicking the creation of the "gods" in the series. This can be considered a matter of pride, as he wants to act as the "gods", he thinks he's able to be on par of them.

Well lol, gods...i always found pretty unrealistic how we got from human scientists with high tech from almost omnipotent beings that can cast lightening wherever they want, make ladies pregnant and instill thoughts and visions in people in a single arc while being trapped inside of a spaceship. This always provoked some strong cognitive dissonance within me, this sounds like a stretched, inappropriate and unrealistic even if they have big tech. That's why i call them "gods wannabe". They're still humans playing God after all.

But that's besides the point.

Even more remarkable is this other line, right after quoting the achievements of other "gods" in the series:

"In that case—

I am the god who creates “evil”.

Seth is literally and explicitly placing himself in the place of the gods, considering himself to be a god on par of the pillar ones in the series.

And this is very coherent basing on the fact he should be the parallel of the Biblical serpent, the demon who thought he was on par of God and fell because of pride.

So it would have had much more sense to have Seth as the demon of pride.

So when and why is seth the demon of wrath since in the series it looks more like he's the demon of pride?

His motive? Not really...Seth doesn't seem to act because of some sort of anger as his main motivation is to "follow his h.e.r.s nature and make himself 'new friends' (his own definition of friends)".

Then i think we have no choice than look at his backstory and see if we can spot some unrighteous anger there.

Chapter 2: is Seth a victim of abuse and angry at his mother?

The vast majority of the theories around about the reasons of Seth's evil are based off the fact that Seth might have gone through motherly abuse that provoked him some childhood traumas back when he was a little white and red mask.

Those assertions are usually backed up by pieces of the short story "Outlaw and lychgate".

Let's look at them.

The most quoted line about this issue is:

“My, and what sort of dish is that?”

“It’s not really much of a dish. You just splash some curry powder and ketchup on a sausage. My old ma used to make it for me a lot when I was a child.”

“Just like mom used to make, hm. That sounds quite nice. My mother never did any home cooking for me.“

Well...from this particular line, fans have begun to speculate than maybe his mother starved him or refused to cook for him.

But is it necessarily the case? It can be a possible interpretation but we don't know how masks work in this series or whether or not they need to eat, especially since they don't have a mouth or a digestive system of some sort.

It can also be that Seth was just curious about food in the line upwards since as a mask maybe he could not experience food, given that he couldn't physically eat when he was a mask.

This doesn't necessarily refer to an abusive situation of a mother refusing to provide food and care for her son.

There is also another instance in which Seth spoke about his mother.

"I often hear strangers tell me that they can’t tell what I’m thinking.

Even my own mother said so, before she died.

That’s why, to get her to understand at least a little bit, I shot her in the forehead.

To this day I still remember how stopped moving, her mask cracked in two.

That was the first murder I committed."

Ok, the fact that his mother "didn't understand him" could have been because of various reasons:

1) maybe she didn't try to understand him and neglected him.

2) maybe Seth became too different from his mother since he contracted hers and she couldn't understand and relate to him anymore even if she tried to.

3) Seth is just too cryptic or changes his mind too fast (probably because of his boredom) when it comes to expressing his true intentions or having certain intentions therefore people have big trouble understand him.

I would go for 3 since Seth also explained that not only his mother didn't understand him but also various other characters, so it's not necessarily true that Seth's mother just refused to listen and understand him, it could have been that Seth was too cryptic or that she couldn't relate to a her.

Anyways, we don't have a lot of info about this but i don't think it is correct to see a mysterious passage in just one possible way.

And also i wouldn't like for Seth to be "he's evil because mommy wasn't nice therefore he's angry and wants to make everyone like him and destroy everything uwu" because:

1) that's a really misused trope.

2) it doesn't properly explain why Seth did what he did in the crime novel, it's clear that there has to be an even deeper motivation that made him do those horrific things: abuse is too much of a simplistic and lazy motivation given his role.

Also there is no specific mention of anger and resentment even if there could be.

So where can we see that Seth is angry?

Chapter 3: that one Ichika comic.

Let's look at this one comic.

It is kinda difficult to understand what it means but the face resembles Seth's human form a bit and also this comic shows a theme of anger against the human creators of the first period since the comic seems to be talking about the second one "in this world where everything is an extension" (the second period is a virtual parallel reality to the first one in the series).

Seth seems to be pretty aware of the first period.

I think so because Kiril (his clone) at one point gained back the memories of his original.

Who? Seth? Pale? (That twist complicated things a whole lot).

I will go for Seth since in the series he's always referred to as the original talking about his "clones".

Kiril with Seth's memories came up with "Vocaloid, huh?!", showing awareness of the knowledge of vocaloid (since the first period is similar to the real world in the series) but i don't think this is an info Kiril learnt on his own but he took from Seth's memories since he was a researcher of parallel worlds and wouldn't have been out of place for Seth to learn about the first period.

So, given that Seth is the one of the comic and he's talking about the humans of the first period, he seems to be angry at the fact he was born to be an her (let's remember the humans of the first period started the her problem for their own personal gain) and in the society of the second period he's seen as a problem because of that.

Therefore Seth in his anger invites people to blame the creators instead of him since he doesn't think to have a free will and has no other choice than being evil because of those humans who "made him this way".

Funny how the same topic is faced with Irina and Levia in the duel. And funny how Levia in this series seems to also be a victim of her own pulsions and can't really be a moral authority in this, again, gods wannabe. They have their morals inspired by their originals who made their avatars who have tainted them with a virus, so they can't create, define or judge good and evil themselves.

So funny.

Chapter 4: conclusions.

So i think this is a plausible reason Seth might be the demon of wrath. But still, i wonder how it is that Seth is happy later on to follow those pulsions he thinks he can't control (given by humans) and doesn't try to fight back the instincts.

Maybe he accepted and got happy with his disease or he just resigned that that was his destiny thinking that he had no choice.

I don't know if i will make anymore theories after this, since i want to go on and make content for something else.

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