#amazing how both of them show up late in the book and then just fucking go away
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Lookin' at Askr's injured art and realizing it's basically just him with holes in his spandex........ thank you FEH for this one thing...
(also I normally draw Hrid and his attempts at adopting siblings so happy holidays to Hrid, he gets to be thirsty as a treat.)
#fe heroes#askr#hrid#amazing how both of them show up late in the book and then just fucking go away#hrid is only mentioned in the past summer tt as like oh man i sure hope we get to see hrid next year (SAME)#and then askr just fuckin dies#also pretend there is a follow up to this im too tired but i was gonna draw#hrid talking to fjorm saying i know hes a god so it makes sense but his abs are godly#and fjorm is like please go away i dont want to hear this just go away#anyway time to log in daily for orbs and save for ny hrid so i can try to fully merge him cause he is sitting at +8#then i think its time to put feh down for a bit im just getting so tired of it#even the recent units i pull get outdone nearly every banner and its just frustrating for a casual
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Hazbin Hotel crew x Reader: general fluff hcs
A/n: 100+ follower special !!
I’ve been doing a lot of headcanons lately so I pinky promise there’ll be some kind of oneshot coming soon 🙏
Warnings: None !! Just some good old fashioned fluff :3
Fluff✔️ Comfort❌ Angst❌ Smut❌
‧₊˚✧ Alastor ✧˚₊‧
📻𖤐 When Alastor forms a close bond with you (and I’ve mentioned this before), he’d want to spend more time with you. Even if that’s just sitting in silence together and reading your own separate books
📻𖤐 Who knows? Maybe he’d let you lean against him, head on his shoulder, as he reads to you?
📻𖤐 This guys primary love language is quality time for sure. A close second perhaps acts of service.
📻𖤐 Biggest mamas boy ever…. But I’m sure we all knew that already
📻𖤐 LOVES to go on walks with you, especially during the afternoon or at night.
📻𖤐 Would link your arm with his and chat with you as you went on your daily stroll together… you’re not quite sure when it became a routine but it did.
📻𖤐 Huuuggeee story teller
📻𖤐 100% laughs at dad jokes and will also make them from time to time
📻𖤐 Always winning every single IDGAF war because he genuinely, wholeheartedly, just doesn’t give two shits 💀💀
📻𖤐 Can’t swim. I don’t know how to explain why I think this but I just KNOW its true
📻𖤐 Freezes like a deer in headlights (quite literally) when you shine a bright enough light at him
‧₊˚✧ Angel Dust ✧˚₊‧
🕸️ᥫ᭡ Angel would be the absolute BEST at giving out hugs oh my goddd, he’s got six arms for a reason, baby !
🕸️ᥫ᭡ I feel like he’d have fun dancing !! (I mean “Loser, Baby” was enough evidence for me)
🕸️ᥫ᭡ Competitive as fuck, UNO would actually be so fun with him 😭 (gets so genuinely excited when he wins too, gloating about it and everything like he just won the lottery)
🕸️ᥫ᭡ Biggest shoplifter ever and most of the time it’s not even because he can’t afford it, he just does it for fun.
🕸️ᥫ᭡ Smells realllyyy good all the time, he’s got the best perfumes ever
🕸️ᥫ᭡ Spa-days/Self-care days quickly become a Saturday night thing for you two once you become one of his besties. And I’m talking the whole shabang like face masks, candles lit and snack tray out as he paints your nails for you 💕
🕸️ᥫ᭡ It’s something Angel genuinely looks forward to as well (ᵒ̴̶̷᷄⩊ᵒ̴̶̷᷅)
🕸️ᥫ᭡ Primary love language is most likely physical touch, we’ve all seen how touchy he can get 🤞
🕸️ᥫ᭡ Getting to know his real name and getting to call him by it means he trusts you a lot, he doesn’t give that privilege out to just anybody.
🕸️ᥫ᭡ On a less serious note, he’s definitely a huge show off 💀💀
🕸️ᥫ᭡ Amazing at doing makeup, will do your makeup if you asked him to (might accidentally poke you in the eye or something though lmfaoo)
‧₊˚✧ Husker ✧˚₊‧
🍺🃁 Needs glasses and HAS them but just doesn’t wear them for whatever reason. He looks good in them though !!
🍺🃁 Cheats in any card game ever. Wins 9/10 against you because of that reason (he’s also a gambler so that’s a big factor as well obviously)
🍺🃁 Bros the type of guy to call you “doll” and “baby”
🍺🃁 Primary love language?? quality time 🙏 🙏acts of service and physical touch are both tied for second place (but you only ever really get the physical touch one if you’re his s/o)
🍺🃁 Again, we all saw “Loser, Baby” this mf can DANCE and he enjoys it too
🍺🃁 Jazz is one of Huskers favourite music genres for sure
🍺🃁 You two don’t really have a routine hangout type thing but he does enjoy it when you come around to the bar to just hang out with him while he cleans and whatnot :3
🍺🃁 Trust, you will be given a specialized nickname just for you once he considers you a close friend of his.
🍺🃁 He’s a great listener but gives very blunt advice, doesn’t sugarcoat shit if you ask him for his opinion on something.
🍺🃁 Weirdly caught up with mental health stuff, like he knows a lot about it
🍺🃁 Poor Husker does NOT like the cat noises he makes but he literally cannot control them 😭😭 (believe me, he’s tried)
‧₊˚✧ Vaggie ✧˚₊‧
🗡️☪︎ Vaggie is NOT a morning person, usually sleeps in until around noon
🗡️☪︎ Would have good fashion taste
🗡️☪︎ Vaggie is also a very competitive UNO player, probably ends up yelling at Alastor for making her pick up all those “pick up four” cards when everyone plays together (yes, he looks smug as fuck while doing it and yes he was saving them just for her 💀💀)
🗡️☪︎ Has beef with almost all of the guys at the hotel but Husker is chill for the most part
🗡️☪︎ Adding onto that last one, it doesn’t really take much for a man to piss her off tbh (she’s so real for this)
🗡️☪︎ Would spar with you if you asked and gets really into it too !! She’s careful not to actually hurt you though and it’s a great way of bonding with her (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
🗡️☪︎ Verrryyyyy jealous girl, remember when Emily took Charlie’s hands in the heaven episode?? (The look on her face made me giggle)
🗡️☪︎ Hates pickles. She just looks like she’d be a pickle hater
🗡️☪︎ Primary love language is words of affirmation
‧₊˚✧ Charlie ✧˚₊‧
⭐️☀︎ Charlie is infact a morning person and wakes up at the crack of dawn everyday for zero reason whatsoever 💀
⭐️☀︎ She does her absolute best to include everyone in every activity going on, she doesn’t ever want anybody in the hotel to feel excluded
⭐️☀︎ Biggest shipper EVER. You ever told her you have a crush on someone here?? Oh god..
⭐️☀︎ She’ll silently fan girl from a distance whenever you and your crush are together to the point Vaggie has to drag her away
⭐️☀︎ Charlie can be a little bit overwhelming at times but her happiness is suppeerrr contagious
⭐️☀︎ The best way to spend time and bond with her?? Literally just offer to do anything with her and she’ll do it, I don’t think she’s too picky
⭐️☀︎ Learnt some Spanish from Vaggie and tries to use it with her to be all romantic but her pronunciations are fucked up (She’s trying her hardest guys okay 😞🙏)
⭐️☀︎ Totally asked Vaggie one time as a pick up line if she fell from heaven and she broke out into a sweat (poor girl)
⭐️☀︎ Primary love language is words of affirmation. quality time is somewhere up there too though
⭐️☀︎ Will break out into song a lot and it’s kinda funny to watch
‧₊˚✧ Niffty ✧˚₊‧
🧼𐙚 Acts a lot like a hyperactive toddler on crack. Has zero chill and it’s pretty rare to see her actually calm
🧼𐙚 I think Niffty lowkey has stage freight, like we all see how she just automatically freezes up when a camera is on (I mean it’s happened twice in the show already)
🧼𐙚 Takes a lot after Alastor, sees him as some sort of older brother figure as well 😞🩵
🧼𐙚 When playing UNO, she’d fucking EAT the cards so she’d win. Deadass just nom nom nom that shit
🧼𐙚 She’s a big giggler, she’ll laugh and giggle at almost everything so it’s not hard to get her to do so
🧼𐙚 She’d probably really enjoy it if you let her just sit with you for a while and braid your hair (But she’d steal some for her “collection” in the process)
🧼𐙚 I’m actually not too sure what Nifftys love language would even be? Perhaps acts of service (she is a maid, after all)
🧼𐙚 Okay 99% sure this is actually canon but she’s a hardcore germophobe, can’t handle when things are cluttered or a mess.
🧼𐙚 Has a collection of cleaning supplies in her room
+ Bonus !!
‧₊˚✧ Vox ✧˚₊‧
📺☆ Whenever Vox is sleeping or thinking really hard about something, the voxtek symbol will bounce around on his screen like the DVD logo thing
📺☆ Not very big on pda, he has an image to uphold, after all. (But he would enjoy affection in private though)
📺☆ Not above watching you through whatever technology you have, he spies on you a lot 💀💀
📺☆ Also guys…… stop pretending Vox isn’t a whiny little bitch, because he is (trust me y’all, read some of @bigfatbimbo’s stuff)
Please do not repost, translate, or plagarize any of my fanfictions/headcanons/writing without permission ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞
ᯓ★ Scatteredskittles
#asks open#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel headcanon#hazbin hotel x reader#x reader#hazbin hotel fluff#alastor x reader#alastor#alastor headcanons#hazbin hotel comfort#angel dust x reader#angel dust fluff#angel dust headcanons#husker headcanons#husker x reader#charlie morningstar#charlie morningstar headcanons#vaggie headcanons#vaggie#vox x reader#vox headcanons#Niffty headcanons
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So Berk posted a video of some poems that never made it into Lazarus Rises and I wanted to talk about my favorite one.
It's this, it's this one.
If you're just here to read the poem, fair, it's amazing and stands on it's own, honestly click the link and read the rest of them, because they're all so good!
If you're here as a fellow-feral-unhinged-raccoon and want to read my honestly unneeded analysis, it's below the cut.
Oh my god. Are you kidding me?? This was a poem that didn't pass the cut??? And it's this good?????? (Once again I feel justified in telling literally every person who spends five minutes in conversation with me about how good of a poet Berk is)
Honestly though, this is one of my favorites of the poems in that video, because it's so short, it's so simply written, and this says so much that I feel like I could write an entire essay on each of the lines themselves and their meanings (I honestly might anyways but I'm not gonna subject you guys to those rambles)
"Life loves Death"
In the same way you can't help but love an impossible task you just want to give up but that at this point is the only company you truly remember and the only thing you know how to work towards.
"Life loves Death"
In the same way we can't help but try and find meaning in beauty in the thing that truly only takes from us, because if there isn't meaning and beauty in our pain, then why the fuck do we have it?
"Life loves Death"
As something we can't take seriously. As something we truly don't understand the risks of until it's too late. As something that for some of us, we rush forward to with joy and open arms because we think it'll feel like the warm embrace of the sun but instead all we are met with is the cold cold ocean.
"Life loves Death"
As a burden, a burden that some claim is a gift. A burden enforced upon us poor poor sinners by a god in punishment. Am I talking about Apollo or Jesus? Both, neither of them, I don't believe in either, but I mean no one believed Cassandra either.
"Life loves Death"
As a needed tool, as a part of every flower we decide to put in a vase, as every dye we put in paint, as every food we are forced to consume and as the tool that at the end of the days ends up changing us.
Also something something, gods punishing poor sinners for wanting to enjoy life something something an apple and a weaving contest being the show of ultimate pride something something I don't have religious trauma you do
Like do you get it???? Do you see how insane this is??? How much information they've packed into six lines???
And I'm not even gonna go over the way Life and Death are capitalized and personified, you all already know how I feel about how impressive it is they do that, but regardless, this poem is amazing and you can pry it out of my coffin-bloodied-cold-dead hands.
As always, the source is always more interesting than anything I have to say, so if you haven't yet, go read Lazarus Rises(amongst other things) and follow them on their Tumblr @icaruspendragon because they write so many cool things beyond just their published book.
#lazarus rises (amongst other things)#lazarus rises amongst other things#berk#berklie novak-stolz#poetry analysis#brain rot#poetry#analysis
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hiii! can you please do a top!leon x bottom!plus sized fem reader? like him worshipping and praising her body before they do the deed 😮💨
thank you!! xoxo
Hi! I'm so sorry to answer this request so late. I hope you like it. I tried my best, but it's my first time writing smutt
Leon S. Kennedy x plus size!fem! Reader Nsfw
The actual "deed" is between the blue hearts dividers ;) feel free to skip it if you want to
Leon and you have been dating for a couple of months now. You guys have done the deed a couple of times by now. You'd think he would be a more "casual," but the man still treats you like the goddess you are EVERY.SINGLE.TIME
And of course, since he's not a pornstar, he actually gives you foreplay. And today wasn't an exception.
Like every day, you did a bit of work around the house, worked a bit, enjoyed a show or a book...
And now you're making butternut pastas for dinner/supper ( the inspo ).
Everything was going great. The dish looked and smelled heavenly, music playing in the background for you to sway your hips to, rain playing in the background, making a cosy atmosphere,... But better of all, while you were stirring your sauce so it didn't burn, you heard the door of your apartment open.
"Sweatheart, I'm home!" Leon says, all while getting off shoes and jacket off. He smells the air for a bit before walking up to you in the kitchen. You strutt quickly over him and give him a hug before pressing tons of little pecks on his neck.
"Hey there, what are you cooking? It smells amazing." He asks while looking at your pot and trying to figure out what's in there.
"It's a butternut sauce that'll go with pastas! Also, would you like me to cook you some meat with it? I forgot that it didn't have any proteins in it." You ask while looking up at him and then waiting for him to reply.
"Actually, there's something else that I'd love to eat right now." He mumbles against your neck before gently nibbling the skin there. You let out a small pleased sigh before looking up again at his face.
"What about the food?" You ask with a small pout. After all, you did work really hard to make him good food.
"Food can wait, but myself? I'm quite in need of your loving right now ___." He says before bringing you closer to him, turning the stove off and moving your pot onto your marble counter.
"Come on baby, don't you want to help me?" He insists a bit.
You let out a little huff before agreeing with him. After all, who were you to deny such a request? Especially from him.
So now you have the small of your back pressed around the counter while Leon leaves little love bites on your neck. You let out small moans before lightly grabbing at his growing boner. He lets out a pleased grunt, and his hands wait at the hem of your shirt for you to confirm that he can take it off. You grab his hand with your unoccupied one and move them up to tell him that you were indeed okay with him doing that. So your shirt comes off, and Leon is just looking at you with a mixed love-lust expression.
"I've seen your body many times, and yet I'm still amazed by its beauty." He lets out without even thinking about it. You blush a little, turn your head, and look away, feeling a bit shy from such a declaration, but Leon instantly grabs your shin and gently turns your head back to face him.
"Eyes on me, please." He commands in a soft tone. Leon isn't a hard dom. He's here for your pleasure, and god knows how much getting out of your shell is a turn-on for the both of you.
You obey like the good girl you are. You guys make out, his tongue being the dominant one, but yours still trying to dominate. He backs off a little so you both can catch your breaths. After a few seconds, he gets down on his knees before you, kissing your soft stomach and lightly gripping your hips, all while maintaining eye contact with you.
"Fuuuck~ You're so fucking perfect, you can't even imagine.." He says, breath caught in his throat because of how beautiful he finds you. He grips the aim of your pants and waits for you to confirm once again that you're okay. You nod your head, and as soon as you do, he helps you out of your pants.
He then kisses your tights, tracing your stretch marks with his finger before they get closer and closer to your still clothed pussy. You start to get really needy and grab his hand to get him back up again.
Once he's up you whisper "How did I get so lucky? You're the best I've ever had and probably ever will."
He kisses you with a big smile before saying, "Well sadly I couldn't be your first but hopefully I'll be your last baby." You almost tear up because of the cuteness of this genuine confession. Leon hands trace to small patch of hickeys and bites he made earlier before they lower and start massaging your breasts. He does that for a little while before he starts pushing his hips against yours. You both moan at the feeling. He lets out a little chuckle at his own reaction to such a small action before asking you, "Would you like me to eat you out before continuing ooooor?".
"Not right now no, I really need you Leon~" You moan out as he ruts against you, rubbing you clit unintentionally.
He smiles before getting his shirt and pants off. He grabs you ass so that you can jump to sit on the counter.
He grabs the hem of your underwear, and you lift your hips to make it easier for him to take them off. Once he's done, his hands go to your back and unbuckle the strap of your bra. You let out a small hum at the freeing feeling. Your chest bounced a bit once freed from its barrier. Leon almost drools at the sight. He presses his index and middle finger against your mouth for you to wet them. So you do. You even put on a little show, looking at him seductively and bobbing your head like you would do on his cock. He grabs his hard-on with his other hand and squeezes it. He groans and remove his fingers from your mouth to rub them against you pussy lips and spreading them so he can insert them afterwards. When you feel them in, you let out a moan and close your eyes before remembering that he wanted them on him, so you open them back up obediently. He fingers you for a bit before taking his boxers off and rubbing his tip against your hole.
He teases you by slowly pushing in the tiniest bit of his member before pulling out. He keeps doing that before you start whining, "Leeeeeon~," you kick your feet a bit like a child throwing a tantrum, which makes him chuckle.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Great. He also teases you verbally now.
"Nghhhh~ I need you in!!" You were starting to get impatient. How could he make you so horny just to deny you in the last moment?
"But I'm in. Look down sweet cheeks," he says while grabbing the soft of your hips.
"Noooo~!! I need you all in, need your cock deep inside of me!," and that's all he needed to hear before getting fully in and starting to actually fuck you.
"Fucking he'll, you're so tight on me. You really like this, don't you? " You whine and moan, and he grunts before continuing, "That's okay, baby, I fuck-~ I love it too. I love you, love your body, and love your pussy~"
You both keep going before you start to get close. Seeing that, Leon makes sure to keep the same pace that is making you close and rubs your clit with his thumb.
"Aaah~ fuck, I'm gonna-" and before you could even finish, your legs shake and you cum on his cock.
He moans out at the way you tighten against him while cumming, "fuuuuck~ gripping me so tight!"
He keeps fucking into you until he cums with the most beautiful chocked out moan that you'd ever hear.
After you both catch your breaths, foreheads against eatchothers, he wipes his cum off of you with his shirt, making you whine since your now sensitive, and helps you back in your undies and the shirt you wore before. He puts his boxer's back on and kiss your cheek before getting all of the dirty unused laundry in your laundry basket in the bathroom.
You smile, kinda in a silly fucked out way, and wipe your counter before getting back to cooking so the both of you can actually eat.
Once you both have eaten, you cuddle on the couch and watch a random show on the tv, just happy being together ❤️
Voilà! Hope it's was okay. I just find the "deed" part a bit rushed and awkward, but it's not that I'm uncomfortable writing it's just that I'm not used to writing this :)
Have a good day/night, and be safe, cuties!
#new writing blog#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x reader#leon smut#leon kennedy smut#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy#resident evil x reader#resident evil
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Bookstore
I chuckled leading Ryan down the steps.
“Cmon, should just be down this alley”.
It always rained in the city, but the clouds seemed to be just a bit darker, the water pouring just a bit heavier down the alleyway. Neon signs from outcast shops and suspicious eyes peered across window covered blinds.
Ryan was clearly uncomfortable. “Look dude, this place doesn’t even show up on a map. You sure they’re not gonna harvest our organs or something?”
I laughed.
“Sash wanted another book from this store for her birthday, right?” The corners of his mouth pulled, confirming. “Same kind that I got her for Christmas”? This time, a nod. “Well, you can’t really get these kinds of books from a regular store… you have to know a guy” I winked, running my hand over his shoulder and pulling him close to me in a joking fashion.
The smell was divine. The man must have just had a gym session before coming to me. Among the scent of the rain and city, his musk penetrated, clinging to my nose. An earthy, almost acrid scent graced my lungs. I squeezed him tighter to me, involuntarily. A second later, I felt another scent permeate my soul. It filled me with indescribable envy and dizzying lust, and I felt my mouth salivate at what could only be a gust of the damp air from inside his shorts, escaping through a small crack from when I had pushed his body closer to mine. I realized far too late that I was clinging onto him.
His face was not amused. Ryan grunted and distanced himself slightly, avoiding invoking the past few moments between us.
Ryan grimaced before sighing, cutting the silence. “Yeah man, I guess. Honestly, I don’t even know if it’s worth it at this point. He pondered for a moment, thinking of the hours she spent reading and rereading from that old book, transfixed, mesmerized. This was definitely what he needed to take their relationship to the next step. “Of course it is.” He seemed to mentally note.
Sasha was always really good at attracting amazing guys. Kind, charming, guys straight out of movies seemed almost drawn to her. Of course, they were never really her type- she always seemed to like them a little nerdy.
That all changed with Ryan. Just after Christmas, he caught sight of her reading from an old book at a cafe, offered her a drink and a chat, and for the first time in her life, she reciprocated his advances.
Ryan was patient and gentle. He often brought flowers, asked about her day, took her on dates. I felt a bit of resentment from him, as Sasha didn’t seem particularly romantic, and often invited me to their dates, almost bringing Ryan to me for “approval”. He seemed to take it all in stride though, remaining friendly and cordial and often including me in their conversations.
“We’re here” I stated flatly. In front of us stood a dingy black door, dimly lit by a small, flickering bulb. I stared at Ryan for a reaction. He gulped, before calmly placing his hands on the door. It nudged slightly, whining. He gestured for me to help him.
We both pushed into the creaky door that seemed to lead into an infinite void. Blackness swallowed us both before the door slammed shut and the room seemed to illuminate.
The bookstore seemed larger on the inside, row upon endless row decorated with looming shelves and ornate books. A gentle, woody scent lingered through the air, pulling us deeper.
“So.. how did you even find out about this place?” He asked as stared in awe at each shelf.
This time, I shrugged, holding a smile. “I know a guy”.
Ryan inspected each book closer- not a single one numbered or lettered. He pulled a stool from nearby before staring again at one of the nondescript books.
“None of these have any titles?” He asked.
I hid another smile as I innocently asked him to try one.
As he pulled a book from the shelf, he seemed to be acutely aware of the dust accumulating on the spine. He brushed the spine slowly before the title of the book revealed itself: “Ryan Weathers”. Ryan looked back at me, incredulous.
“W-what the fuck”? he laughed gently. He opened the page to inspect the words, and I watched as dread began to paint his face. “This… this is me… this is my story” he gently said. Without warning, he immediately began to thumb through the pages to look at the end of the book, only to be met with blank pages. He frowned as he continued slower this time, working backwards until he finally found the last written page. “Ryan entered the bookshop”.
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“Weird”, I stated. This time, I couldn’t pull my smile. “Can I see?“ I unsheathed a pen from my pocket in anticipation.
I quickly pulled the Ryan book from his grasp and greedily wrote a few lines. Ryan turned back in horror and stared. He could no longer move.
I quickly showed him the results on the pages of his book. “Ryan sat still, awaiting his friend’s orders”. I scribbled a few more words, and huffed in slight heat.
A bead of sweat formed on Ryan’s temple, as he slowly began to undress. I followed suit, placing my bag on the floor and pulling out a book.
“Dude… dude… what is this?” He asked softly.
I pulled a book from behind me- Sarah’s book, waving it in front of his face with a smile. I inched my naked form closer to his “Sarah really picked a good one, didn’t she?”I leaned up to Ryan, pulling his naked form around me and moaning as I wrapped his arms over my shoudlers.. “Thank you for getting a nice pump before coming here.” Ryan couldn’t move as I began to caress each of his biceps, running my tongue across and picking up his post-workout funk. Divine.
I slammed my face into his armpit, smearing a thin layer of his acrid essence across myself. I huffed as I continued. I intertwined our hands together and wrote a few more words onto his book. “Fuck bro, we’re gonna smell so nice.” We said in unison.
I grabbed another book off the shelf- this time it had my name. Ryan’s eyes worriedly scanned my pages for a clue as to what I’d do next. I used our intertwined hands to pull another item off my bag and held it up for both of us to see- this time it was a pair of scissors.
I gingerly cut a few pages off my book and looked expectantly at Ryan. Despite being unable to move or speak, his eyes relayed volumes. They were wide and hate-filled, and seemed to threaten me. I almost stopped at that moment in fear of what he’d do to me after he broke free. The fear was unfounded though, as he could only calmly sit in silence and watch in terror.
I continued, pulling myself up to his damp form and grinding our bodies together. Of course, Ryan would not reciprocate, but it was enough run my brain feral in lust. I rushed even faster as I could feel Ryan’s now-damp warm body breathing heavier in rage. I continued until I felt a pull from myself and wave after wave of cum splattered among both or bodies. I swiped a bit, huffing in heat as I ran it across his mouth.
Ryan’s eyes squinted in sheer disgust as he was forced to taste me, before I pulled my finger from his mouth. “Need both to complete the ritual” I laughed. Ryan could only looked shocked, likely thinking the main event was over.
I grabbed a few of my pages and hastily smeared our saliva and cum mixture across Ryan’s page. His eyes widened as I stuck my pages into his book, glued by our concoction. Ryan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head slightly and he felt is body push closer to mine involuntarily.
When his eyes opened, He saw our now-shared arm flexing. I reran my tongue across my new Ryan-bicep, moaning as we both felt the touch of my tongue. We were connected now. I looked back and saw pleading this time from Ryan’s eyes.
Ignoring his silent pleas, I pulled another batch of pages from my book, swiping them in the mixture of sweat and my cum across both our bodies before pasting them on Ryan’s book.
Again, Ryan’s eyes pulled back and I began to feel his vascular legs as my own.
I ran our shared arm across my new legs, shivering in shrill delight at the feel of Ryan’s musculature.
Rabid with ecstasy, I could no longer controlled myself and started tearing page after page of my own book and interweaving it into Ryan’s. He began to vocalize soft protests as he felt his flesh betray him and begin to encapsulate me. I almost drowned in the scent of Ryan’s thick musk, interweaving and dulling my senses.
Before I realized, I had cleaned our sweaty body of my cum, and was left with half my book. I could still feel Ryan’s other arm finish swallowing my own inside him as we continued to slowly meld. Drunk and mad with the power of Ryan’s body becoming mine, I leaned my sweaty back to his cheek, feeling the safety of his warm body lull me to sleep.
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When I awoke I could feel the furious Ryan next to me, desperately trying to move our arms and legs in vain. “Sorry bro” I lazily stated. My words now felt like a mix of Ryan’s and my own- a testament to how far combined we were. “Got lost in our sauce”. I chuckled with his laugh.
I could feel Ryan’s penis poking inside me, its imprint hanging limply on my belly. He caught sight of it too, and began to slightly move his head in protest as he could feel my thoughts relay what would happen next-
I gingerly used our new hands across my belly, pinching and prodding until I could feel Ryan’s dick imprint securely through my flesh.
With a wide smile and a moan, I began to use my own flesh as a sleeve over his dick, rubbing back and forth and thickening. At this, Ryan couldn’t help but moan as well. His head shook back and forth next to mine, clearly attempting to avoid the rush of our joint masturbation session.
He thrashed in vein as I felt his dick quickly stiffen and begin to prod into my belly.
I could barely keep my mental clarity from my senses being bombarded with lust and bliss. With shaking hands, I guided Ryan’s arms to gently squeeze and slot his thickening dick over mine.
At that, we both vocalized a lustful “FUCK”.
The heat and the sensations were unreal, as his dick continued to grow inside of mine, I felt myself push into my absolute limit. I screamed another fuck as I continued to pump with my Ryan arms, feel his cum exit my piss slit.
The feeling of Ryan’s warm batter coming out of me was unreal, and I barely escaped another bought of unconsciousness. Ryan was not so lucky, and I felt his sweaty head slump down next to mine. I hummed gently in his voice as I continued to work, this time using Ryan’s own cum to glue the rest of my pages into his book.
I watched my flesh begin to discolor and shape, following the contours for Ryan’s own. His torso began to push through my own and in a treating sensation I felt my flesh reconnect- now showing Ryan’s body from torso-down.
I shivered in shrill delight- this body… our body… *my* body. *I* was Ryan now-
I felt his sweaty head stir awake, and his cheek lean into mine. From his face, I could feel the corners of his lips pull into a smile. Ryan began huffing as his own face began to encapsulate my own, and the last bit of resistance of the old Ryan- small tear in our right ear slowly dribble down our cheek. I wiped the drool off our shared mouth and promptly collapsed as one being.
When I awoke, I began to pick up Ryan’s book- *my book* and wrote a few more words cementing his role as my personal meat-suit to eternity. I rewrote some passages from Sasha’s book undoing her spell before placing both our books back on the shelf and watching in delight as the titles began to fade.
I ran my hands across my new face- Ryan’s face before putting on his clothes and promptly leaving the bookstore a new man.
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The pics could probably use some work… Happy 2023!
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Part 5 of the paid story. Denise finds fun in sneaking around and having to lead a double life.
As the week went by, the anticipation built up for Denise as the trip got closer.
“As a man of my word, I have a dress I’d like to buy for you. And I’d like to take you out for dinner as well. I’ve booked a suite for us. You don’t have to stay the night. We can have dinner and have a nice fuck and we are done for the evening.” Henry said to Denise the day before her flight.
“Sure, send me the details and I’ll meet you there.” Denise replied, excited.
She then quickly texted Jared, “Hey babe, I will be late tonight. Finalizing some stuff before the trip. You can sleep first.”
Henry and Denise made their way once again to MBS where he bought her a stunning dress. The moment she walked out of the dressing room, he could not keep it in and instantly got a boner. He had half a mind to take her there and finish in her.
As they were walking around and window shopping, Henry could not stop staring at her and lusting over how amazing she looks. He then made her pose for him as he took a few pictures of her, just for his own fapping sake.
They soon went for dinner where Henry was eagerly anticipating the end of it and when it finally arrived, he hurriedly walked her to their hotel room.
In the lift, Denise decided to tease him a little and despite the cctv, she knelt down and unzipped his pants. Out popped his throbbing dick and she gave it a little lick.
The lift ride up was about a minute and a half and Denise was full on sucking his dick by the time the lift doors opened. Henry scooped her up and carried her all the way to their room door.
The moment they entered their room, he unleashed the beast. He was undressed in a manner of seconds and he pushed her on the bed. He spread her legs and went straight for her pussy. He ate her out with such passion and desire that she orgasmed within minutes.
“Oh fuck Henry. Your tongue is magical. Oh yes, don’t stop licking me. Fuck, you’re so good.” Denise moaned so loudly, she didn’t give a care in the world.
“You’re so irresistible. I’m going to be balls deep in you every single day we are overseas and your boyfriend will never find out.” Henry growled, as he continued eating Denise out even after she’s orgasmed.
“We’ll see. My boyfriend is very perceptive. He might find out.” Denise said, breathless from her orgasm and reeling in the pleasure.
That triggered Henry who stood up and flipped her around. He bent her over and without warning, penetrated deep into Denise.
“Oh fuck. Don’t stop. Fuck me harder and faster please. Ugh.” Denise moaned ever so loudly and her moans are like music to Henry’s ears. It turned him on even more as he thrusted deep into Denise. As he thrusted into her, he pulled her hair back with one hand and with the other, he grabbed her cute breast. That seemed to turn Denise on.
“You’re so fucking wet and I bet you’re enjoying this more than your boyfriend fucking you right?” Henry grunted as he was balls deep in her.
“Yes. Your cock is perfect for me. I want all of it in me. Fuck me harder. Mark me as yours.” Denise moaned as she was about to reach orgasm again.
With that, Henry turned her around. Spread her legs wide, pinned her down and thrusted into her. As he was fucking her from the front, he could see that Denise was giving in to lust and every ounce of pleasure she’s receiving was painted on her beautifully sculpted face with just the right amount of make up. Her face showing all signs of pleasure, her moans were magical and with that, Henry decided to mark her. He grabbed both her breasts and grabbed them hard as he fucked her harder and harder. Once he decided that was enough and her breasts were red, he gave them a love bite. He bit her two breasts until they were red all over with teeth marks.
Little did he know, that the mere act of touching or caressing is a major turn on for Denise. As Denise was being marked by Henry and continually fucked by him, she was experiencing an insane amount of pleasure. Pleasure she’s never felt before.
She thought to herself, “How could a man who has been with her for a few times know how to unlock her turn ons and pleasure her way better than her boyfriend?”
As she was busy taking in all the pleasure, Henry was about to unleash his cum. He could not make up his mind on where he wanted to finish.
“I’m about to cum so hard.” Henry announced as he was intensively thrusting in and out of her.
“Ruin my make up.” Denise said, surprising Henry.
“Are you sure?” Henry asked as he was trying to control his cum.
“Yes, make me feel like a dirty whore. Your dirty and personal whore.” Denise moaned and looked at Henry seductively, maintained eye contact.
That was it. That did it for Henry. He pulled out, knelt over Denise and unleashed streaks of hot cum all over her beautifully sculpted face and that definitely ruined her make up. He drenched her in his cum.
Denise seductively licked the cum off her face and said, “I hope you can give me more of this delicious cum in the coming days.”
“Fuck, you are one wild lady. I like that.” Henry said as he lay down beside her, breathless.
She turned to him and gave him a kiss and whispered to his ears, “I want to join the mile high club. Fuck me in the toilet tomorrow on the airplane after I’ve fucked my boyfriend.”
The end! Part 6 coming up.
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Aaaaah congrats for 200 followers! 🎉🎉🎉 You're incredible writing and deserve even more!
My idea is: 🎵 - IDFC, by Blackbear & TASM Peter Parker. I know it’ll be amazing ❤️
Happiness: and Other Frightening Concepts-[P.P.]
Pairings: College!FWB!Peter Parker x College!Female!Reader
Prompt: IDFC By Blackbear, a song full of angst
Summary: You and Parker have fallen into a situationship of sorts, but that's fine, it's okay. He won't give you anything more and you don't fucking care.
Word Count: 5k words
Content: MINORS DNI: 18+ Swearing, Smut, P in V sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, dick riding, allusions to Gwen's death,
A/N: Sorry, this took so long. I was gonna write something short but I guess that's just impossible because I can never stfu about this man
You met Peter in your Intro to Sociology class. He was funny and cute and had a lot to say. He sat at the desk next to you. You never talked much, he would come in late sometimes and be quick to leave. But one day he asked if he could borrow your lecture notes and you slipped your number with them.
At first, it was great. You would switch off bringing coffee to class, study in the library, and text all through the day. To say you were easily smitten would be an understatement. He was smooth with flirting, commenting on both your brain and your body. You quickly noticed that you got more compliments when you wore skirts, and now they were a staple in your wardrobe. You really liked Peter, and you thought he liked you too.
Study dates moved to your apartment. The both of you would crowd around your coffee table filled with papers adorned with red ink and smudged highlighter. Slowly they turned less studious, opting to watch a movie on the couch together instead. You would lay under a fluffy throw curled up into him while his hand would rest on your thigh. You had never felt so special.
Ferris Bueller's Day Off was playing, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than the circles Peter was tracing up your leg, getting closer and closer to where you wanted him most. His fingers were toying with the side of your panties and your lungs hitched as you felt his warm breath against your ear.
“(Y/N)...”
It sounded decadent, indulgingly alluring. When you turned to look at Peter his eyes consumed you like a black hole. You could feel yourself being slowly pulled apart and you surrendered to the void.
His lips on yours were everything you had dreamed of and more. Pillowy soft and a lingering taste of something sweet you couldn’t place. His tongue made you dizzy and his fingers made you weak. He plucked you like a violin, knowing just how to play you. He showed you beautiful melodies and you committed them all to heart, entirely at the mercy of your maestro.
That was almost eight months ago. You thought, after that night, everything would change. How silly and naive you were. The “study dates” continued and ended the same: mind-shattering orgasms and poor excuses for why he couldn’t stay, why he wouldn’t be more.
You had convinced yourself that this was fine. That you were fine. That you didn’t care. You didn’t care that you were just a hookup. You didn’t care that he would pop up late at night covered in bruises and no explanation of why. You didn’t care about the empty promises he made. Promises to see you for more than sex. Promises to text you back. Promises that he cared for you.
You sat in your room, reading a book. The summer sun had fallen below the city skyline and now you sat with your friend, the moon. She had held your shaky hands as you remade your empty bed and you as you cried through sleepless nights. She listened to your woes, a silent spectator to your breaking heart.
You were emersed in your reading when your phone went off. A quiet ping, one you recognised all too well. Despite everything in your body telling you not to: you picked it up.
Peter P. :
Can I see you tonight?
You could have said no. You could have chewed him out for not responding to your text from three days ago. You could have put down the phone and not responded at all. But Peter Parker had made you a fool. A fool for him.
(Y/N) (L/I). :
Yeah thats fine
You thanked the moon for her lack of judgment towards you. You had enough for yourself to spare.
Peter P. :
Be over in 30
You freshened up your makeup and put on cuter clothes all while berating yourself for doing so. Peter didn’t care what you were wearing or how you looked. He would pounce you as soon as he got in the door. He would tell you half-truths about how good you felt and how perfect you were. You continued getting ready; you continued to pretend you didn’t care.
Thirty minutes later, you heard a knock on your door. It’s frustrating to know that there are some promises he can keep. You opened the door and Peter grabbed you by the waist, pulling you in for a deep kiss. It was sloppy, teeth knocking together as his tongue felt its way through its second home. He guided you through the doorway, closing the door with his foot before pining you against it.
Your morals and attempts at self-respect blurred when you felt his leg slip between your thighs. You remembered all the reasons you wanted him, needed him. His grip loosened around your waist so his deft fingers could roam your body. His kisses move down the collum of your neck as you run your fingers through his hair. His breath tickled your throat.
“Well, hello to you too.” You giggled.
Peter paused, lifting his head to look deeply into your eyes. A sweet smile stretched across his face.
“Hi,” he whispered softly as he pecked your nose. “How was your day?”
“Boring, you?” His eyes darted across your face fondly.
“Entirely too eventful.”
You took notice of a scratch on his cheek, a small bruise on his jaw. You brought your hands up to trace them. You wanted to ask how and why. You wanted to know what had made his day so “eventful”, but you knew he wouldn’t tell you.
His lips descended back onto yours as you pushed away those thoughts. His hands cupped the back of your thighs and you jumped, knowing this routine well. Once you were in his arms he would grind against you, driving you mad as he kissed you dumb. You would feel how hard he was against you and feel pride.
Then he would take you to your bedroom. He would place you on your bed keeping you pinned against him. He would rip off his shirt and start pulling at yours. Every time you would stop yourself from staring at him, the lean cut muscle. He would lavish your stomach and breast with kisses as he worked on taking off your skirt.
He would render you witless as he lapped at your folds, by now, knowing precisely what to do you make you this way. And if you thought about it, that’s why you continued to do this. That’s why you let him in, night after night. Because you spent every waking hour wondering why you weren’t enough, and in these moments he made you forget. He made it so you didn’t care. A temporary nepenthe; you had become addicted.
You gripped the sheets as he took you for all you were worth. You wanted to grab his hand, to weave your fingers together, but that amount of intimacy wasn’t what he wanted. You compromised, gripping his hair instead and giving it a gentle tug. Peter allowed you to lead him away from you and pull him closer.
You could taste yourself on his tongue, could feel your slick on his lips. You made quick work of unbuttoning his pants. He only pulled away for only a moment to take them off and put on the condom from his back pocket.
He swallowed your moans as he entered you. Your walls stretched around him, clinging to all he would give you. He moved slowly but with force, each time bottoming out and making your toes curl.
Sometimes Peter was sweet and soft, other times quick and rough. It changed depending on what he needed from you. Sometimes he just wanted to feel cared for; other times to forget. Today you weren’t sure what he was using you for, maybe a bit of both.
He worried your nipples with his tongue, his hand coming to hold the one not in his mouth. Dazed, you lay your hand on his back, raking your nail up the expanse of muscle to draw him in. He seemed to understand what you were asking for and picked up the pace.
Your moans filled the room as you clung to him, wanting him closer and closer still. His hands pulled at the back of your thighs once again, resting them on his shoulder. Folded in half, all you could do was take it. You let out a scream as you felt him go deeper. He adjusted his position hitting right where you needed. He had made you a babbling mess, words slipping from your lips you didn’t recognise.
“Ah, fuck. Peter please!” He chuckled at your plea. Peter loves seeing you like this, absolutely desperate for him.
“Yeah, baby? What d’ya need, hmm? You wanna cum again?” He pressed his thumb against your clit, teasing you with a small taste of what he could do.
“Please, please, please” You were whining, begging.
“Always so polite for me.” He started moving his thumb and you almost couldn’t breathe.
Peter opted to kiss your neck, not wanting to miss a single sound you made. God, you were close, so so close. You didn’t have to tell Peter this. He could feel the way you were squeezing him; he could hear your breathy moans raising in pitch. He bit down on the spot he knew was most sensitive and revelled in your broken cry. He could feel you gush around his cock.
“There you go, good girl.” You moaned at his praise, not all there as you tried to catch your breath. Peter moved his thumb away but continued to fuck you slowly.
“Do you think you can keep going?” He punctuated his question with a particularly hard thrust that had you arching your back.
His kisses were soft and patient as he waited for your response. He knew what you were going to say. It’s what you said every time; he just liked hearing you say it.
“Yes, yes, please, don’t stop.” You felt him smile against your neck.
He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap. His hand tangled in your hair as he brought you into an earth-shattering kiss.
“Then work for it.”
As you ground down against him, he placed his hands on your hips. His grip was firm; you were sure if he pulled his hands away you would be able to trace marks left by his finger pads.
You did a teasing bounce and the loud moan from both parties made you momentarily concerned about getting a noise complaint. You felt so full with Peter so deep inside you.
“Fuck baby, you feel so good. Do it again.”
You dug your nails into his shoulders and used them as leverage as his cock speared into you. Over and over and over again. Peter threw his head back, soft grunts leaving his puffy, pink lips. He looked so pretty like this: curls stuck to his forehead, eyes closed, mouth open, neck flexed, and altogether lost in you.
Your legs were getting tired and you started slowing down. Peter felt this and wrapped his arm around your lower back, raising your body and slamming it back down. If your mind was even a little clearer, you would have questioned how he was able to do this. But for now, your mind was swimming in the mix of post-orgasm fog and the desperate pre-orgasm haze.
It wasn’t long until the coil in your stomach snapped, relief washing over you. You brought Peter’s lips to yours, devouring him as you came down.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m close.” Peter’s brows were furrowed tightly as he continued bucking into you.
You wove your fingers through his chestnut curls, gripping them tightly so his gaze was focused on you.
“Please, Peter-I need you to cum.” Your words washed through him and he revelled in your silent permission.
He surged forward, once again pinning you on your back. Peter had unexplained stamina and once you had gotten your fill you let him use you to get off. You got off on it too. The way he man-handled you, throwing you around. The way he seemed to move with ungodly speed and force.
Your legs were thrown lazily over his shoulders as he grabbed your hips, keeping them slightly elevated as he pistoned into you. He kept you still as he gave you all he had. Your back arched and your body squirmed, overstimulated as you were drowned in pleasure. Galaxies burned through your veins as Peter continued to thrust into you.
He could feel you pulsing around him, squeezing him. He brought his thumb down to your poor, battered clit once again, knowing you were close. Your brain was effectively shut off, a string of “please” leaving your mouth, though you had no idea what you were asking for. More? Less? Peter? Who's to say?
It wasn’t long until you felt him “lock up.” He stilled inside you, muscles taught, as a deep grunt left his throat. You came then too, feeling him pulse inside you.
“Fuck,” was all he said as he crashed into you, completely wiped from all the work he did.
The sweat from your bodies stuck together as he draped himself across you, his head buried in the crook of your neck. You lay there in the quiet, soaking him up, running your fingers through his hair. You pretended the heavy throbbing of your heart was due to sex, nothing more, nothing less. That didn’t work for long. He felt so right in your arms and you wanted him to stay, to be more.
“Do you wanna order some food? We can have it delivered, maybe watch a movie or something.” You offered the same olive branch you had many times before. The bark was stripped and dead by now.
You felt the silent sigh he let out against your skin and the quiet groan as he began to sit up. You hated that you did this to yourself. Every time it ended the same. You would offer yourself to him and he would graciously decline. This was no different.
“I would but I’ve got some work I need to catch up on. Jameson wants those new photos and I’ve still gotta edit them and…you know how it is.”
Unfortunately, you did.
You move to grab your shirt from the floor, precipitously throwing it back on. Your back faced Peter as you tried to fight off the tears that threatened to fall. Peter didn’t want to stay. He never wanted to stay. Why would you think this would be any different? He doesn’t want you. But that’s fine. You don’t care.
“What?”
Peter’s tone caught you off guard. Well, all of it caught you off guard, but he sounded so…small. Like you had hurt him in some way. You turn to look at him, not sure you had heard him at all. His eyebrows were knitted and a frown overtook his once peaceful demeanour. His eyes darted over your features, probably just as confused, but for why you had no clue.
“What do you mean you ‘don’t care?’” You flinched as he mimiced the venom you unintentionally spit at him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” Peter looked genuinely hurt and you hated yourself for feeling so bad.
“Oh, so what did you mean? That you don’t care that I’m busy? Or that you don’t care about what’s going on in my life? Because if you don’t care you don’t have to ask.” You turned away from his piercing gaze, wiping at your face.
How dare he? How dare he accuse you of not caring? As if you didn’t constantly ask him for this information, as if you didn’t constantly pry for more. Was it not he who always cut you off, he who refused to share?
“Don’t- don’t say that. Of course, I care…I care so much. I just- how could you even say that?” Peter scoffed and you heard the familiar sound of him jumping in his jeans.
“Uh, I don’t know, maybe because you literally said you don’t care.” You felt your anger rise with his.
“You know what? Maybe I shouldn’t! I have been trying for so long to get you to care and you just…don’t! I don’t know why I keep expecting you to change!” He turned to face you, exasperation is the word you would use to describe his face now.
“Wha- change? What do I need to change? What is it that I don’t care about?”
You had never fought with Peter. You weren’t in a relationship so it was never warranted. You couldn’t see a way out of this without shattering every illusion you had built. Your castle was crumbling and you didn’t see any point in trying to save it. Hell, you were this far now.
“Me…You don’t care about me. I’m just some quick fuck to you, gone as fast as you come. Every time I want to hang out, be anything more than this, you make an excuse- push me away. The only texts you respond to are about when you can come over. The only time you wanna know how I’m doing is when I’m under you. You don’t care and you know what? I’m done. I’m done. I’m done caring about where you’re off to. I’m done caring about who or what gives you all those scars and bruises. I’m done pining after someone who obviously only wants me for my body. You. Don’t. Care. and I’m done. I don’t fucking care.”
You wiped angrily at the tears that had fallen. All your cards were on the table and if you knew anything about Peter, you knew he would leave them there. He would walk out the door and text you in a few days asking to drop by and you would say yes, and then you would be right back here. Or maybe he could change. Maybe he wouldn’t text you at all. Maybe he would decide this wasn’t worth it and leave.
You felt a hand on your shoulder, his gentle hand shocking you from your spiralling thoughts.
“(Y/N)...that’s not- that’s not true. I do care. You’re not just some ‘quick fuck’, okay? I just…don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be more than this. I’m sorry.”
You wanted to believe him so badly, but a small part of your brain was screaming at you that this was a cop-out. Because if he tells you that he cares but he can’t, then he gets to keep coming back- to keep stringing you along.
“Peter, I can’t do this anymore.” You wish you hadn’t said that. You wish you had said anything else because this felt final. You weren’t ready to say goodbye.
You felt his hand retract and could sense him stiffen. You expected him to leave, to say something along the lines of “fuck this, I’m out”, but instead he sat down on the edge of your bed with his head in his hands. You stood silently, unsure if there was anything else you should say- anything you could. After a moment he raised his head, a look of pure determination on his face.
“Okay…so we don’t do this anymore. We can do something else instead.” You looked at him confused.
“Peter, what are you saying?” He grabbed your shoulders, leaning down to meet you at your level.
“I’m saying we stop doing this whole…situationship…friends with benefits…thing. Yeah- we drop the benefits and just become friends. Actual friends.” You considered his proposition for a moment but you knew in your heart it was too late for that.
“I can’t be just friends with you, Peter. It’s too much. It would hurt too much.” Peter took his hands off you again and threw them behind his head.
“Fuck!” He cursed loudly, you had never known Peter to raise his voice.
“I can’t date you (Y/N). I can’t.” There was a fire in his eyes that almost frightened you.
“Why not?” You had hoped that your voice wouldn’t come out so shaky. You didn’t want to seem any more pathetic in front of him. You almost regret asking, not knowing how devastating his answer will be, but you coax yourself into thinking this will give you the closure you need to move on and forget him.
“I- you…look, I just…I’m not…safe. If I date you, if I care for you, If I love you…that could be really bad. I can’t lose you, I can’t, okay? I refuse to go through that again. You are a light to this world and I will not be the reason it goes out. Absolutely not.” You couldn’t help but feel like you were being scolded.
“I don’t understand. How is loving me a bad thing? Are you going to hurt me?-”
“No, I would never!”
“Then who? Who is going to hurt me, Peter? And why do they get to rule so much of your life? How is it fair that they make you fear a chance at happiness? My chance at happiness? Why do they get a say?” Peter looked frenzied, his eyes wild and full of unfallen tears, while his hair was mused and sticking up in all directions from pulling at it.
“You’re not listening to me-”
“I am Peter, but all I’m hearing is more excuses. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending that I’m fine with this. I want more, I need more, and if you can’t give me that then…I think you should leave.”
Your heart broke as he did just that. You were convinced he took it with him, bloodying his back pocket. Or maybe he crushed it into the carpet with his heel on his way out. Either way, he left and you didn’t hear from him again.
Classes had started back up, and you were so close to graduation that you could almost taste it. Your degree only a few more credits away. You were on your way to class but due to your early start, you had half an hour to kill. You decided that was as good as any reason to stop into your favourite coffee place before Ancient Grecian Philosophy.
You ordered your favourite pick-me-up and a pain au chocolat to go. The weather wasn’t too bad so you chose to sit outside, enjoying your breakfast and your book. Your headphones drowned out the hustle and bustle of New York, and, evidently, its favourite spandex-clad crime fighter.
You only noticed him when you saw his glove wave in front of the pages before you. You looked up only to meet the eyes of Spider-Man. You were amazed, to say the least. You hastily pulled out your headphones and set down your book.
“Oh my god, Spider-Man. You’re- you’re Spider-Man.” He chuckled at your response.
“Yes, I am. What gave it away?” Your shock was lessening, probably due to the comfort he seemed to radiate.
“The spider on your chest is kinda obvious.” He made a show of looking down and acting almost surprised to see it there.
“Yeah, I guess you’re kinda right. Without it though, I could be any old schmuck.” You chuckled again as he rested his hands on his hips.
“Even with it, there’s no telling which old schmuck you are.” He brought a hand to his chest, a gasp ripping from there.
“I am not old! I’ll have you know I’m only a few months older than you!” You brought a hand up to cover your laugh. He was funny, you’ll give him that. But then you felt a twist in your gut, apprehension nestling in your sternum.
“How would you know that?” Spider-Man tilted his head at you.
“How would I know what?” You started to rise from the table, looking at him more head on.
“How would you know if I’m younger than you?” He remained silent and you cursed his mask for hiding his facial expressions.
“Why are you here? Do I know you?” His gaze fell to the floor and you felt your fight or flight start to kick in. Your eyes darted around for the best escape route.
“Look, I just wanted to talk to you. I can explain everything just-” He paused to look around, you noticed then all the people crowing the window of the coffee shop. “Just not here.”
He extended his hand to you, “I know it’s crazy but I’m asking you to trust me.”
Despite your better judgement, you took his hand. I mean if your going to die, being murdered by spider-man isn’t the worst way to go. He swung you to an alley nearby before throwing you on his back and scaling up the side of a tall building.
Once you reached the top he let you down and began to pace. You could hear him muttering to himself, but you couldn’t pick up on what he was saying. The entire situation was making you increasingly nervous.
“I don’t know when you plan on explaining but I have to get to class soon, so the quicker the better.” You watched as he scratched at the back of his neck before turning to you.
“Okay, so, you do know me, but you don’t like me much, and for good reason. But I miss you and I think I’m ready now, like, I think I can be what you need me to be and I want- I want to try.” You always thought the expression “Staring at someone like they had three heads” was a bit dramatic, but in this moment you were sure you were doing just that.
Before you could question the man he ripped off his mask revealing a face you had tried to forget. His smile seemed nervous and you felt like you might pass out.
“Peter? Wha- How? What is happening?” You took a step back and Peter dropped down almost comically. His hands were spread out in front of him to show he was no threat, but your heart thought otherwise.
“I needed to talk to you but I knew you wouldn’t want to talk to me so I sent in the uh- the other guy.” You scoffed.
“I can’t help but feel a little manipulated here,” You laughed coldly. Peter’s eyes widened at your words, panic seeping through him.
“I- well, I-uh…I’m not trying to manipulate you. If you wanna leave I’ll drop you off right where I found you and can go back to pretending I don’t exist, but I meant what I said before. I do miss you, I do think I’m ready. I’m ready to show you I care.”
Peter watched as you sat on the concrete below you in wonder. You tilted your head up to the sky, saying nothing in response. He worried for a moment that he may have sent you into shock, definitely damaging his chances at getting you back. You sighed and patted the ground next to you and Peter took a seat.
“I cannot believe you thought this was a good idea. Was your best plan really ‘grab her off the street and info dump until her brain breaks?’” Peter felt his cheeks start to burn with embarrassment but then you nudged him with your shoulder, “And here I was thinking you were smart.”
You were teasing him, that’s good. That’s a start.
“I don’t know what gave you that impression. I was pretty stupid last time you saw me.” You gave a soft hum in agreement but offered no other reply.
“Speaking of…I’ve spent the last few months thinking about you, about what you said. I wanted to be with you but Spider-Man is kinda a package deal. And it’s not a good deal, it’s kinda a rip-off. I couldn’t be with you and not tell you about him. It wouldn’t be fair. But telling about him puts you in danger. There are a lot of people who want Spider-Man dead, a lot of people who want to hurt me, and that means people who would hurt you to get to me.” He paused as if having to convince himself to keep going, to not back out again.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t be cutting off any chance of happiness just because someone might not want me to have that. I do so much for everyone in this city and May says I get to be a little selfish. I think she’s right too. (Y/N)...I care about you a lot, and if you’re willing to give me the chance, I wanna make you happy. Like really happy. Like the kind of happy that makes everyone so annoyed but really they’re just jealous. And I think, I could let myself be happy too.”
You let his words wash over you. If he did walk away with your heart that night it seems now he was trying to give it back, and he offered his too. It was vandalised and tender, but you didn’t mind the mess. You reached between you and took his hand in yours, a ghost of a smile dancing across your lips.
“I think I would be willing to let you do that.” Your soul felt brighter when Peter smiled at you.
“Really?” You nodded your head and Peter placed his hand on the back of your neck. For a moment you thought he might kiss you, but instead, he rested his forehead against yours.
“Thank you.” You weren’t sure what he was thanking you for exactly, but his words felt rich with significance.
You stayed there for a while, neither of you moving before Peter spoke up again.
“You mentioned something about class earlier, I could drop you off?” You agreed as he pulled away and helped you stand. “And then maybe after I could take you out for brunch, I feel bad for interrupting your breakfast.”
You chuckled, “That would make me very happy.”
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Can you do cc!tommy with academic rivals to lovers and fake dating please?
Fake dating and Tommy is just mmmm
Pairing: CC!Tommy x Gn!Reader
Academic Rivals To Lovers - Fake Dating
“I need you to date me.”
You jerk your head up from your book to meet Tommy’s eyes. The last time you spoke to him was him cussing you out in Spanish class, so you aren’t quite sure how you got here.
“Excuse me?” You choke out.
“I need you to date me. Now. My friends invited me to a gathering, and I’ve been lying to them about dating someone for a long time.”
“Why don’t you just get a real date? Problem solved.”
“Because I don’t want a real fucking date! And I know you feel nothing ever, so you’re my best bet.”
What are you meant to say to that? Thank you? Tommy had a knack for statements you aren’t sure how to respond to.
For two long years, you two have been practically trying to murder each other through grades. Always neck and neck, it was infuriating. When he scored below you in maths, you scored below him in video design.
“What’s in it for me?” You ask.
“I’m really fucking desperate.”
Wow. The Tom Simons admitting he’s desperate? For your help? You’ve definitely fallen into an alternate timeline, but you weren’t about to complain.
“The trophy from the best video in video design class.”
It was a cheap plastic thing, but you both knew what it symbolized. He held it over you every single day in that stupid class and you were tired of it.
“No.”
“Have fun trying to find someone else to fake date you then.”
You start to pack up your books, tucking them away in your bag. It’s only when you stand up from the library table that he finally speaks.
“Fucking fine. Fine!”
Called it. Talking to Tommy was like playing a game of chess, except his pieces were fucking possessed or some shit.
“You’ll give me the trophy?”
“Yes!” He exclaims.
“Cool. So what do I have to do?”
“Just pretend you’re dating me. And that you like me. The story is that we’ve been dating for seven months and met when I sat down next to you at lunch. You were charmed by my amazing humor and hotness.”
“Oh, yeah, like anyone’s going to believe that.”
You roll your eyes, but you can’t deny that his humor is pretty good. It takes some adjusting to, but in the end you found yourself hiding laughter.
“You’re my fake partner, what I say goes.” He argues.
“I’m just saying, if your so-called friends are-"
“Hey! They’re real! Should I teach you their names? Is that something you’d know?”
Jesus. This was going to be a shit show, wasn’t it?
“I’m going to go, just text me what I need to know and I’ll be there.”
“Okay. You swear you’ll do it?”
Pausing, you take a second to analyze his face. Tommy was always an open book, something you actually like about him. Right now you can tell he’s genuinely doubting you’re going along with this.
Honestly, you can hardly believe you’re going along with it either. But blackmail is blackmail, and you really want that fucking trophy.
“Do you need me to pinkie promise or something?” You jokingly ask, slinging your bag over your shoulder.
“I’ll fucking take it. I need a lot of luck on my side for this one.”
He holds out his pinkie, dead serious. Tommy’s right about one thing: he’ll need a shit ton of luck. So, you lock your pinkie with his, then give him a solemn nod.
���We tell no one.”
“We’ll stage a breakup a week after or something.” He agrees.
As you walk away, you contemplate what the fuck you just did. Did you seriously just agree to fake date a guy you hate? For a trophy?
Hell yeah.
———
The house Tommy told you to go to is nice. Relatively simple, but nice. He’s already waiting for you when you arrive, nervously bouncing on his feet.
“There you are!” He exclaims. “You’re fucking late!”
“First off, hi to you too. Secondly, the traffic was shit. Don’t blame me, blame my Uber driver.” It was true. You even left a full two minutes early!
“I’ll blame both of you. Hurry up, I had to make a bullshit excuse that you spilled water on your shirt.”
Tommy grabs your hand, practically dragging you up to the front door before knocking. It takes a minute but a guy a bit taller than Tommy opens the door, fluffy brown hair falling into his eyes. Wilbur, if the photo Tommy sent you last night was accurate.
“Tommy!” Wilbur exclaims before his eyes fall on you. “Holy shit, your partner is fucking real. Jack’s not gonna believe this. Jack!”
“Okay, great, everyone is real. Can we go inside now? Thanks.” Tommy practically shoves his way past Wilbur, making you come along with him.
“Sorry, Wilbur. You know Tommy. I like your sweater though!” You apologize.
“You know my name,” Wilbur says, closing the door and following you guys.
“Um, yeah. He talks about you guys a lot.”
It’s not a complete lie. You’ve definitely heard him talk about these people to Eryn before.
“You talk about us a lot?” Wilbur asks, eyes widening. “Aw, Tommy-“
“Shut up! Stop embarrassing me!” Tommy cries.
He finally reaches his destination, the one he's been dragging you to the entire time: the living room.
There are even more people in here, sprawled about on various furniture. Suddenly you're grateful for the overkill he had done on teaching you all of their names. You don't realize how you're squeezing Tommy's hand until he squeezes back, an assurance you're entirely unused to. It's weird but welcomed.
"Woah. He wasn't lying about you." A practically bald guy says, jaw dropped. Jack, you think.
"That's what I said!" Wilbur exclaims from behind you two.
"Jesus fucking Christ, did you all really think I'd lie about dating someone? I'm not that pathetic."
You can't contain your laugh, but you attempt to hide it behind your hand. Because Tommy wasn't just pathetic enough to lie about dating someone, he was pathetic enough to fake date his literal rival.
"Well..." Jack shrugs.
"Oi!"
"Good job, Tommy. Didn't think I'd live to see the day." Another person speaks up. This time you know for certain that it's James Marriott speaking.
Why did Tommy have to have so many weird adult friends?
"Hey, leave them alone." A fourth voice defends you both, coming from behind you.
"Phil!" Tommy cries, letting go of your hand to spin around. "Our savior!"
"Yeah yeah, just sit down." Phil laughs.
Tommy doesn't hesitate to take up residence on the couch, leaving you to awkwardly follow him. Nobody ever talks about how awkward it is to fake date someone.
"Right, I want to know how the fuck you got tricked into dating Tommy." Wilbur says.
It's not malicious, nor is the laughter that follows. A quick glance at Tommy shows that even he's laughing. Suddenly Tommy's humor makes a lot more sense.
"He lured me in with promises of creating a Minecraft realm." You tease, taking his hand. He seems confused at the action, so you raise your eyebrows just slightly. You're in this now, if you got found out it'd be embarrassing for the both of you.
"That sounds like Tommy." James agrees.
"What can I say? They call me the romancer."
"You know, Tommy's told us a lot about you. I always believed you were real. Just for the record." Phil glares at Wilbur as if he's to blame for the idea you might not be real.
"What has he been saying? Hopefully nothing about my lack of actual Minecraft skill."
"Oh, no. Tommy's actually even more talkative when it comes to you."
Wait, you thought Tommy lied about dating someone so his friends wouldn't make fun of him. Why would he spin himself into an intricate web of lies by talking about his made-up partner? You knew he was way smarter than that. It presented too many opportunities to slip up.
"I swear to God he doesn't shut up about you. It's really fucking sweet. Always talking about how you scored higher than him on a test, or-"
"Okay, Jack, shut the fuck up now." Tommy interrupts.
"No, I want to hear what you've said about me! It's sweet!" You were starting to get a feeling that something was off here.
"You wore glasses to school once and for a week straight he was-"
"OKAY! I THINK WE'RE THIRSTY!" Tommy yells, standing up.
You take your chance and go with him, following him through the house to the kitchen. There was definitely something you needed to talk about.
The thing was, you had worn glasses to school once. Nearly a year ago. And you were also the only person that ever scored above him on tests.
Tommy had been telling his friends about you, pretending you were dating him.
"Listen, I can explain-" He begins the second he's turned on the tap.
"Can you? Because that sure as hell sounded like you've been pretending I was dating you this entire time. Is that why you wanted me to do this?"
You weren't even sure how to feel about this! Pissed, because you got tricked? Flattered, because he noticed that shit? That he's been talking to his friends about you? But then again, you were meant to hate each other!
"They kept wanting more details! You were the first person to come to mind so I just kind of... ran with it? Listen, I'm really fucking sorry. And yeah, that's part of the reason why I asked you to do this. But it means nothing."
Apologies from Tommy were as rare as netherite. When he offers you the filled cup of water, you take it. It feels like an offering of peace, his own type of olive branch.
"Nothing except that you think of me all the time." You can't help but tease, watching how his cheeks redden.
"Because you're an annoying ass!"
"Oh no, you've called me an annoying ass! My feelings are mortally wounded!"
"Fuck off." He says, but he's laughing.
"I'm dying!" You wheeze, slowly collapsing against the counter.
"No you aren't!"
"How could you do this to me? Your partner!"
"Everything okay? Did you break the fucking tap?" Wilbur yells.
"We're good!" Tommy yells back. "Come on, let's distract them with Mario Kart."
As it turns out, his friends are very easily distracted by competitive games. And they get extremely into them.
Tommy's friends fit him perfectly, and as time goes on you can see him relax more now that you've passed the hardest part of the gathering. You find yourself relaxing, too. They're a fun friend group. If they weren't Tommy's, you'd be looking to steal them.
After a while, you give up on trying to beat Phil's incredible Mario Kart skills, content to just watch the chaos unfold as everyone tries to rally against him. The tournament goes late into the night because someone made the mistake of picking the max number of races possible. (You're pretty sure it was Jack, but he keeps blaming it on James.)
At some point Phil paused the game to hand out blankets and pillows to anyone who wanted one, not even giving you and Tommy a choice before chucking one at your face. Thank God Tommy had good enough reflexes to catch it because you sure as hell didn't.
Despite it all being fake, it's cozy. You're here on a complete fluke and Tommy's incompetence at finding someone to date, but you can't help but wish, just a little, that this was real. Probably just the exhaustion speaking though.
"Aw, look at the couple." Phil coos, drawing everyone's attention to you and Tommy.
You're curled up close to him because Phil only gave you both one blanket. No other reason. Nope, none at all.
"Kiss," Wilbur says simply.
"What?" Tommy asks, laughing a little like Wilbur's making a joke.
"Kiss," Wilbur repeats, a tad bit more insistent.
Oh, fuck. He knows. Or at the very least he suspects something.
"You don't have to," Tommy whispers, so quiet that only you can hear it.
"We kiss or get found out. I'm not risking the latter." You answer, just as quietly.
In the end, it's Tommy who makes the move and kisses you. It's short, barely a peck on the lips. But it's still a kiss with Tommy. Tommy, your literal academic rival.
"Happy, you fuckers?" He groans.
"Very." Wilbur nods. His eyes meet yours for a second before he turns back to the screen.
He definitely fucking knows.
"I'm going to the bathroom." You murmur, standing up and then pausing. "Uh."
"I'll show you." Tommy sighs. "This way. I think."
It feels like you've been doing nothing but following him around today, going where he guides you. Apparently, he guided you into kissing him and you followed.
Not only did you follow, but you didn't mind it.
Very few things in life were certain. The things that never changed were to be treasured, and you thought this one of them. You and Tommy never stopped competing and that was certain. Until tonight. Tonight, where everything was thrown out of balance.
No matter how short the time his lips were against yours, you kissed him long enough for you to come to exactly one realization. One devastating realization: you wanted to kiss him again.
"I'm sorry Wil made us kiss. He's fucking smart, that's why I was worried about him calling our bluff the most." Tommy doesn't look at you.
"He knows. That we aren't really dating."
"Of fucking course he does. So we kissed for fucking nothing?! This is the bathroom, by the way."
Instead of going in, you stop and face him.
"I want to change the deal." You had to take this risk.
"What? You can't fucking do that!" His eyes are blown wide, panicked. He probably thinks you're backing out.
"Instead of the trophy, I want you to answer a single question with complete honesty."
You were a smart person, one that valued knowledge. This answer was far more important than any award could ever hope to be.
"...okay?" He hesitantly accepts. "Right now?"
"Yeah. Why'd you describe me as the person you're dating? Because I know it's not just because I'm an annoying ass." You didn't know. This was a gamble, your biggest ever. Bigger than the time you decided not to study for a science exam.
"Why?" Tommy asks, stalling.
"A deal's a deal. We pinkie promised." You remind him, unmoving.
"You were the first person I thought of." You wait, knowing there's more. As if sensing his defeat, he deflates and adds, "Because you're the person I want to be dating. Nobody else fucking gets it! Nobody else is a fucking challenge! It's just you and your stupid witty comments about things. And I know it makes me sound like a fucking weirdo, but I didn't mean to. Not at first. This whole fake dating thing? I need you to know I didn't fucking plan it. I didn't plan to kiss you. Really, I planned to tell them we broke up in a week!"
The first thing that sinks in is that you were the dumbest person in the world for not realizing sooner. The second thing is that he didn't use the past tense. "Want" not "wanted."
“I fucked up, didn’t I?” He asks.
“I don’t know. I’m just really confused.”
“You’re confused?” Tommy parrots, seeming shocked.
“Yeah! That’s what happens when you fuck with people’s feelings, Tommy!”
He draws back at your anger, but only slightly. It wouldn’t be Tommy if he didn’t yell back at you.
“I didn’t mean for it to go so far!”
“What happened to ‘you don’t feel anything ever, and that's why I chose you,’ huh!?”
“I thought I could get away with this! And nobody would have to find out we aren’t actually dating, and that I have a stupid crush on you! The second one’s already fucked up, so if you want to fuck up the first one, then just do it.”
The only time you’ve ever seen him this emotional was when he lost a stupid nerf gun. A gun you found, because he looked like shit and you needed your rival at his best.
And because you cared about him more than you wanted to admit at the time.
“You know what? I think I will.”
With that, you press your lips to his. There’s nobody around, no reason to kiss him other than wanting to. It might be stupid, but you’re a firm believer that how you feel while kissing someone tells you if you should be together.
“Oh.” Tommy says dumbly once you pull back. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“FUCK YEAH!” He practically screams, making you slap a hand over his mouth.
“Shh!”
“No!” His voice is muffled behind your hand.
“This doesn’t change the fact I’m still smarter than you.”
“I think you mean that I’m smarter than you.”
"In your fucking dreams."
"Oh! Didn't mean to run into your... uh..." James blinks at you two.
"We were just talking." Tommy quickly says.
"Yup!" You agree. "Just talking. With my boyfriend. Outside the bathroom."
"You know, you're a weird fucking couple. I love it. I'm just gonna take the bathroom though."
James slips between you two, shutting the bathroom door.
"Holy shit." Tommy laughs. "We almost got caught!"
"There's not much to catch now, is there?" You ask.
"Huh. Guess not."
He grins, a dopey and idiotic thing. Either way, you smile back at him.
Who would've thought this was how the night turned out?
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ok so. i have now had a chance to skim through both volumes of the mtmte notebooks and instead of posting the entire thing one blurry photo at a time, i am going to do a quick post with my initial reactions/stuff that stuck out to me/etc.
if you want to keep things a surprise for when you get it and read it yourself, just ignore this post, haha! and i really do recommend getting this if you can. this is a very very fun thing to have for a comic. it's WILD to have this kind of stuff for one as niche as MTMTE, like the fact this exists is honestly kind of absurd (admiring).
it is amazing how many things from late game stuff is right there in 2010 notes. the rewind transformation sound thing that is in LL #23 (iirc)? THAT'S IN THESE. repeatedly. he has a whole thing about rewind having old transformation sounds and rung's transformation sound, it comes up and is iterated on several times. so though these notes are from "pre-production" and the first "series", there's a ton of stuff that goes right through to the end of the run.
one thing that LEAPED out at me is related to my opinion that mtmte series one is in part a slightly tilted LSotW sequel in its way. because it turns out two of the characters jro originally wanted for MTMTE were impactor and guzzle, who would have showed up later. like. holy shit i did not see that coming. that's wild to me. like it makes sense because again, a lot of mtmte s1 is indirectly a follow on from parts of last stand. but it's so far removed from that context that just seeing jro like 'yeah i want impactor and guzzle here' is. weird.
this guy wanted prowl for his book so fucking much folks, there are so many bits where he's trying to worm prowl in, LMAO rip
jro was not lying about how the plan was for chromedome to be the surrogate re: the baby. but by surrogate he meant instead of GRIMLOCK, chromedome was going to ADOPT THE BABY. i am losing it.
the rung situation is interesting. rung WAS suggested as being primus right from the start of these notes, but it wasn't the only idea he was throwing around- he wanted something to be up with rung but hadn't 100% settled on any one thing for ages here (though the primus thing comes up the most). other possibilities included him being the hivemind scraplet concept that got reused for Silent Light (yes, really), and him being one half of an unstable combiner. there's a lot of different stuff re: the primus concept too. so it's not WRONG to say the primus stuff was planned from the start per se, but it was in no way a sure thing.
in general there's looooads of stuff in there about religion. lots of different concepts for the guiding hand, for rung, for the knights. the early notes especially talk a lot about quintessons, there's various ideas for how to incorporate them, and unicron. which is vindicating because i have said FOR AGES i always got a vibe that jro was writing a universe in which 'the quintessons' was at least one plausible possibility for 'who made these guys', and while there's no actual discussion in here of the quintessons as direct creators (though yeah, there's talk of them as the knights), i wasn't far off. unicron too, he has various concepts including 'a small mech like rung as primus'. also one time he was like 'what if unicron was an idea' and the 2022 annotations are just 'oh dear' LMAO
oh and TONS about the concept of whirl being super religious in a 'fire and brimstone avenging' kind of way??? like this is something he returns to a lot, he liked the idea of the irony with rung, haha. (also, they were gonna have wayyy more of a prominent antagonism, i think. that's the vibe i got.) there's an issue pitch he mentions about some 'witchfinder general ft extreme violence' type coming on board and whirl hero worshipping him. it's interesting stuff
brainstorm was straight up gonna be bad. he was an actual decepticon double agent, and the quark plot originally had nothing to do with him- he was developing time travel, but jro literally says at one point he needs to come up with like. actual motivation for him. the quark plot was originally chromedome stealing it and going back in time to save the person who died after overlord.
who was… swerve. no joke. swerve and CD were originally the ones he was pitching as "best friends" before rewind replaced swerve (and then later on they're made married instead obviously, but that was wayyy later that was decided). also, one idea jro puts up before he makes said swap is that prowl is paying swerve to keep an eye on CD, but he starts to feel guilty and actually grows to like CD… which THEN jro would swap so CD was doing that to rewind before dropping it partway through actually writing the series, ofc.
oh man there's so much chromedome shit in here btw. AND rewind. those two get a lot of iteration and attention. originally CD's abilities were gonna be an outlier thing, it might have been implied he was in part a prisoner AT the institute, there was going to be a thing where he regretted having the opportunity to shadowplay megatron and didn't take it… also, i thought this specifically was VERY interesting:
surprising absolutely none of you. i am sure. yes, there's a lot of stuff hammering out cybertronian reproduction in here. lmao. (there is a point where the phrase 'birthing fields' is used.) but! specifically one thing of note, it goes into quite a lot of detail about ye olde concept of quickswitch being created (from what cd/prowl/etc learned from overlord, as a new phase sixer), and what that plot would have looked like. which is very very neat as i have always been SUPER curious about that. a lot of stuff re: nature vs nurture seems like it cropped up in that concept, plus the ethics of creating new life during wartime which feels like it became a foundational thing for MTOs conceptually.
drift! there is A LOT of drift stuff early on in here! fun fact: there was originally a plan to have rodimus want to detour to investigate his dead duplicate and drift got mad and refused because he was 100% desperate to find the knights, and they would have split up and the comic would have alternated between them/their crews. i can see why this was dropped in favour of exiling drift because that sounds like a structural nightmare in a monthly comic, but MAN i didn't expect that to even have been conceptualised. there's also LOADS about drift like, being someone who is very deliberately manipulating rodimus in series one. i'm just gonna show this whole character breakdown, because imo it is VERY interesting and puts to rest a lot of 'how much is deliberate, how much is it fandom overanalysing him?' stuff. while most of this didn't actually happen, it's clear a lot of thought was being put into drift's internal contradictions right from the start, they're definitely present.
god i have so much more shit i could say but i should probably stop here for now. LMAO. but it's just absolutely wild. a lot of the stuff here was definitely cut for a reason. many of the ideas are 'interesting, but near impossible to execute in the format', many more are 'buckwild but not necessarily good', some are genuinely like 'ah, yeah, not surprised you dropped THAT immeditaely', but just the sheer AMOUNT of conceptual STUFF going on here is fucking wild. there is so, so much just. raw STUFF he's poking at right from the start. you'd think they had told this man he had to create a continuity from scratch. it's an incredible document of just how much work went into this comic before issue #1 was even written.
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I haven't watched Leverage in a while, see my last complaint post about their Stuxnet episode. But in the meantime I've been consuming other media, and it just struck me how equal the dynamic is between all of the Leverage characters.
Every character in this show is competent. They each have Their Thing that They Do, and if one of them is absent for an episode, the rest of the team suffers until they get back. I complain about them short-changing Hardison by making the tech stuff unrealistic and incomprehensible (so you can't get a feel for how good he is at it, like you can with Eliot punching people -- although if I knew more about fighting I'm sure I'd be complaining about Eliot's scenes too). But at least within the narrative he is really good at his job, and the other team members know it. Likewise for Eliot, Parker, Nate, and Sophie -- they're each at the top of their respective classes. They have separate specialties and they're amazing at those specialties.
And what's more, the interpersonal dynamics reflect this. Nate is an asshole to the rest of them, but there are FOUR OF THEM so it balances him out -- they can commiserate with each other, sit him down and have a talk with him, threaten to strike, whatever, and their side of the relationship is treated with importance because the team couldn't function without them.
Hardison and Eliot's sniping is just friendly banter, and they know it. Everyone is so supportive of Parker's social problems. Sophie is the one with the most traditionally-feminine skillset, something which might be demeaned in another show (and I have some complaints with Leverage's treatment of her), but she's taken seriously both in-universe and by the show itself. They all work wonderfully together. They balance each other out, and they become more than the sum of their parts.
Contrast this with the dynamics in a bunch of other modern media. Let's grab my favorite punching bag of late, BBC Sherlock. Sherlock is far and away the more useful member of the Sherlock-and-John team. The narrative places incredible weight on his intelligence, and John is stuck in a support role. Sherlock is also mean to John, and since John is one person (without much of a spine for standing up to Sherlock!) it feels utterly abusive. The "friendly banter" isn't banter. The "aww look they really DO care about each other" moments were enough for me when I was 13 or 14, but now it just feels like a cycle of abuse. The dynamic is fundamentally not equal. If I'm watching a TV show and I start to think "man character A really needs like 6 months of therapy to stop hating themself and they NEED to leave character B," when the show's message is "character A and character B are a match made in heaven you guys," the show has failed.
See also Our Flag Means Death season 2 with the relationship between... honestly Ed and the rest of the crew, but mostly Ed and Stede. Ed is the best pirate anyone's ever seen -- the rest of them are pretty good but no match for him. The one guy who had a chance of standing up to Ed and equalizing things got killed off at the end of the season, and Stede (as we've seen) lacks a spine to stand up to Ed. Controversial take but Good Omens might be heading in this direction? They defanged Aziraphale and made him into way more of a softie than the book or Season 1 imply. Meanwhile Crowley is Competent and Right About Everything by comparison. The general pattern here is that couples (or whatever the fuck was going on with BBC Sherlock and John) are worse off. I don't know if it's lasting heteronormativity or "two-person dynamics are hard," but the urge to make sunshine-and-stormcloud pairings where the stormcloud acts like shit towards the sunshine is just... too strong.
Leverage is this rare show that refuses to shit on any of its protagonists. Everyone's in the loop, everyone sees some character development, and it fucking RULES. I wish they could make more TV shows like this in 2024.
#leverage#ofmd critical#bbc sherlock critical#good omens critical#(only slightly)#found families#i need leverage but with like even better politics pleaseeee#i think Firefly is also good at this#or maybe i just thought Mal and Wash were hot? can't tell#i should go rewatch it
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Hello!
So I just realised about 300+ people decided to follow me and, I suppose, read my stories? And 300 is such a small number but to me it's surreal that so many of you want to read what I write!
So I thought I'd introduce myself a little, just to be polite you know, and be like those author blurbs they put on the inside flap of books. So read on if you want to know more about me and my writing, or just keep scrolling if you'd rather I remain a redheaded mystery with a thing for Frankie Morales.
Also, chapter 16 of The Pilot and his Girl will be posted tomorrow, it just needs another round of editing.
Also, again, this got long, so if you can't be bothered reading all my ramblings below the cut, I totally understand. I have a habit of getting wordy....
So, I'm in my 40's and I've been writing for most of my life, starting with embarrassing little short stories in adorable misspelled fashion when I was just wee. I aspired to be a journalist and then went on a completely different tangent career wise, ending up with a PhD in an area I no longer work in (fifteen years of higher education never to be touched again but you definitely want me on your team in a pub quiz!). I have vague memories of writing fan fiction in my early 20, I think? (I'm old, give me a break). But I only got back to it late last year as a way to kick start my imagination and discipline around writing again. I needed a creative outlet and writing is something I always enjoyed and found easy to do.
I live in England, in the amazing but fucking expensive city of London. I look pretty much like my profile picture, only more wrinkles and maybe a bit of silver in all that gingerness. I'm a very good cook and baker (Pedro, I'll teach you how to cook any day!) and I'm married to my very own sweet Latino man. He's not called Frankie but he does call me cariño. I have big chunk of family in Sweden and I speak a little bit of Swedish (it's actually where I am right now, we're over here celebrating midsummer).
I started writing fanfics for The Boys fandom and Karl Urban as I was binging the whole show after finishing season 4. Then I stumbled into the Pedro Pascal fandom as I watched The Last of Us.
TLoU has a very special place in my heart. I've been gaming since my early teens and bought a Playstation 3 after saving for months, my first console after playing on PC for years. When TLoU came out in 2013 I bought and played it straight away and I, like so many others, had an experience playing it. It's the only story, in any medium, that's made me cry after just 10-15 minutes of game play. The scene were Sarah dies, still gets me every time. And the rest of the game...I turned up at work the next week in a daze, just needing to tell people about this incredible story and experience I'd had. It was like no other game I'd ever played, before or since. And I've replayed the game about once a year since 2013. Back then, that kind of game was totally unique, there was nothing like it. Some games had explored stronger story telling elements, but not on this level, nothing came even close to creating such a bond between gamer and characters. Now days we're spoiled by powerful storytelling in video games, in 2013, The Last of Us was totally unique (sorry, I'm blabbering, but I could go on at length about TLoU and the impact it had).
So when I heard there was talks about turning into a tv-series, I was scared. Really worried. The gaming community have seen so many horrendous adaptations of video games, my beloved Assassin's Creed was butchered in 2016. But then I heard Pedro Pascal had been cast as Joel and I was carefully hopeful, and then Bella Ramsey as Ellie and I got really excited. I'd seen them both in Game of Thrones, both of their performances sticking in my mind. I even remember reading about Pedro being cast in GoT and looking him up and being disappointed because he looked nothing like I'd pictured the Red Viper when I read the books. But then he just swanned in and crushed it, he was so damn good, he won me over straight away. I can't imagine anyone else playing Oberyn.
And then of course, the first few trailers of TLoU dropped and we got glimpses of the show and I remember texting my equally TLoU obsessed friend and we squealed in delight at how good it looked! And the first time I heard the clicker sound....I shuddered, it was a very real physical reaction. If I'd been on the actual set and heard it, I think I would've run a mile.
And then, as I was still writing The British Connection, a fic set in The Boys fandom, I watched Triple Frontier, and, like so many others, fell hard for sweet Frankie Morales. So jumping the gun a bit, I decided to write something with him, just a drabble, to get used to writing him and to write in the Reader insert format. But it kind a grew in scope and when I had the idea of sticking him and the rest of the Triple Frontier boys into TLoU universe I knew I had to create something bigger.
Looking back I would've made the story tighter, less lengthy, had I known from the start that's where it was going to go. But part of the fun of fan fiction is posting as you go, I think. I get feedback from you guys and it makes me think of other elements to add to the story. There isn't always a set road map for how a fic is going to develop.
If you've made it this far, congratulations and thank you, I'm impressed you read all that rambling from some stranger on Tumblr!
The Pilot and his Girl has a set plan now, I have chapters drawn up and although I'm not sure how many chapters I'm going to end up with, I know where the story is going. You'll find out what's happened to Pope, Will and Benny. And Joel and Tommy will of course come back to the story later on. There will be more trauma and angst as the story continues but there will be a happy ending, of sorts, in the end.
And again, thank you all for reading, commenting and reblogging! I love you all!
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So i can not stop thinking about this wonderful art done by @harritudur here. I also refuse to live in the world that the duffer brothers gave us so I would like to offer you all some cute little dad!Eddie and Mom!Chrissy headcanons :)
Eddie
Was in complete shock when he found out Chrissy was pregnant
Like yeah they had been trying but still. They were going to have a little monster to take care of soon
Screams when Chrissy was screaming during labor. He did this for both kids. She couldn’t help but laugh a bit while she did this. His antics helped make a very stressful time bearable
He is sobbing as soon as he holds the baby. He is just amazed that him and Chrissy made something so perfect
Eddie has no problem getting up late at night to change diapers or deal with the child if they are crying. Sure it isn’t his favourite thing but you gotta do what you gotta do
To help the kids get to sleep he will play softer covers of his favourite metal songs on his guitar. Sometimes he even sings to them
Chrissy likes to joke that he is forming them to become mini metal heads.
Eddie doesn’t disagree
When he reads stories for the kids he always does the voices of characters. He loves reading them stories with multiple characters so he can put on a whole little show for them.
Sometimes he gets too into it and ends up keeping the kids up longer than he should
When the kids are old enough Eddie likes to teach the kids how to play the guitar
Eddie painted little bunches of bats in each of the kids rooms
Chrissy
Chrissy always wanted to have kids but didn’t want to be a housewife or be forced to be a housewife
Even though she knows Eddie would never force her to be a stay at home mom she is still a little scared to tell him she is pregnant just due to that fear
She is relieved when he asks her how she wants to do this and lets her choose if she wants to be a stay at home mom or not
it’s small but letting her choose these little things along with how much or how little she wants to do while she is pregnant makes her fall in love with him more
Ex: Eddie ends up cooking dinner more, doing the groceries more, and ends up becoming a lot more of a house husband when he can for Chrissy
Chrissy appreciates ever part of this
Chrissy loves to dance around with the baby in her arms as Eddie plays music
It makes the baby giggle and she loves that
Chrissy is scared that sometimes she isn’t a good mom just due to her own controlling mother
Eddie helps her through this
He says that if you love them enough it’s hard to fuck them up
Whenever she has a talk like this with eddie it makes her feel a bit better
Because she loves her babies and loves them no matter what
Chrissy loves to back and cook with her kiddos
She gets them a little kids cook book
BONUS
Eddie and Chrissy do silly little family photo shoots with their kids. Not in like a professional studio or anything, they just get a friend, usually steve, to take photos of them
While being escorted by Chrissy, Steve, and Robin the kids are allowed to go to their dad’s metal shows. Eddie always has the biggest smile on his face when he sees his kids and Chrissy and has pulled them up on stage more than once
#eddie x chrissy#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#Man i love their little family#I love how the duffer brothers let them run off together#can you guys believe that Eddie gave her one of his rings at the end#wow so cute#Chrissy I miss you every day#EVERY DAY MAN#She was so cute#the way she said 'me' when eddie said she would be mean and scary#just crying in the club man#fuck#stranger things#stranger things 4#Eddie and Chrissy my beloved
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hey darling!!
i don't know if you are taking requests, if not feel free to ignore this, but if yes, could you please write about what would be the brothers reaction for MC having a bellybutton piercing?
(btw i love your writing, keep it up!! & have a nice day! 💕)
Hi dear
Of course I would write it for you and YES; I do take requests 😊🥰
I'm really HAPPY that you like them❤️
What's Brothers reaction to MC's bellybutton piercing:
Warnings: Little NSFW
Lucifer:
"In the name of God, what the hell have you DONE???", said in his mind -obviously he acts like father in disguise 🥸-, but he likes it despite of it might give some pains to your cute -and sensitive (I have a point here 😏)- belly; not to mention that he figured it out while he was unbuttoning your shirt -you both were doing NAUGHTY things.
Anyways, he enjoys playing with the piercing -by his slim tongue- and seeing how you're face changs by its pleasure or tickles; of course he LOVES those sweet moans which you make everytime when his tongue touches your belly.
Mammon:
When he saw it, he narrowed his eyes and just looked at you with a smirk -not like he's having SEXY thoughts about you, NO! Actually he's having INSIDIOUS thoughts 🫡 (Upset?).
Although he likes it, he's VERY cautious not to touch it to make you feel pain or anything ( Awwww... He's fucking CUTE 🥺); so it means that everytime you having it, first he considers your mode, then does whatever he wants.
Levi:
"Buckduckiebxvi... WHATTTT??? JKCIWW *Blub blub blub* ", he totally panicked! (Sometimes I think he IS a pregnant woman rather than a man 😐). He cannot believe that you took the risk and DID it!! -or the other reason that he panicked is how SEXY you look like now, MANnnn.... He WANTS IT!!! But unfortunately he's panicked 🥲. "Wait a fucking minute, how HAS pierced it for YOU? A MAN???",
immediately he turned to his demon form and wants to kill the person -if he WAS a MAN ( You do realize that Levi was the ONLYone who cared about who did for you, right? Due to his envious; which is GOOD!!).Nevertheless, like Luci, he plays with it -in the bed time or not- because your voice is TOO much sweet.
Satan:
"Ohhh... Looks like little kitten has become brave. You wanted some attention or distract Daddy from his book? 😏 .... Prepared for the consequences?? *Whispered: Where's your collar?*". He's surprised that you have piercing -not expecting it would be your bellybutton- but loves it. When you were acting like kitten on his lengths, he saw it -your shirt went up- and just stared at it.
(You can say what will happen next, right? 🤗)
Asmo:
Just God damn him, he'll talk as much nonsense and flirting with you as he can and you JUST want to DIE -you wanted to shout: "I ate SHIT" :/ ( It's too late to regret 😔).
By the way, he suggests a lot of crop tops to show your bellybutton piercing -on the other hand, for showing your naughtiness 😁, because he loves to it. Of course he stares at it while he's talking to you and thinking about how far can you handle his play games with your new piercing (Freaky long night is waiting for you!!)
Beel:
Just sees something is sparkling and bothers his eyes 🫥 (I'm DONE, okay?? He... he just canNOT be like what you think 🥲). For some moments, he just stare at it and says: " Doesn't look edible, so why you handled the pain and took the risk??" ; you fought with your intention to not punch him in his stomach -or choke him-, you just grabbed his food and squinted your eyes and went to your room. He's confused now.
Belphie:
When he saw it, he looked at you amazed and and kinda smiled -maliciously with BAD thoughts😏- and said: "Humm... How interesting! Come and lie here so I can look at it clearly". You shouldn't have done what he said, you obeyed and now you're tricked. He plays with it; caresses around your bellybutton, rubs it and teases you as much as he can. You're going to have a VERY long -maybe with a little pain- night.
To say the truth, Belphie is more pervert than Beel😁 (In my opinion)
#obey me shall we date#obey me mc#obey me brothers#obey me smut#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphie#lucifer avatar of pride#mammon avatar of greed#leviathan avatar of envy#satan avatar of wrath#asmodeus avatar of lust#beelzebub avatar of gluttony#belphegor avatar of sloth#lucifer smut#mammon smut#levi smut#satan smut#asmo smut#beel smut#belphie smut#obey me lucifer x reader#obey me mammon x reader#obey me levi x reader#obey me satan x reader#obey me asmo x reader
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been seeing a lot of questionable takes on my dash lately, like “mitchum was right to tell rory she didn’t have it” and “rory writing a book about her life is stupid” and I’m just… stunned by them. not only are they flat out wrong, but both of them pointedly insult rory and her capability to perform as an adequate journalist and storyteller. we know rory has it because it’s established throughout the entire series—she does great at the franklin and even manages to put spins on what should be crap stories like the pavement piece; she also rises to the top at the YDN and becomes editor in chief. not only is she great when it comes to writing (which is drilled into the viewer and over—it’s an indisputable, canonical fact), but she’s also great under pressure and defying expectations. when she went to chilton the odds were against her—it was predicted that she wouldn’t be able to catch up and would flunk out. and what did she do instead? she became valedictorian and went on to attend an ivy league university. mitchum’s critique of rory is fucking laughable when you consider all of that, but it’s even more ridiculous when you factor in that he was barely around throughout her stint interning for him, and decided that she “didn’t have it” simply because she didn’t speak up during one meeting, even though doing so would usually be considered incredibly disrespectful. rory has amazing ideas and she’s fantastic at executing them, and we know she was a successful journalist until richard’s death, which is the only reason she was in a rut at all. therefore the idea that she “doesn’t have it” is, again, canonically incorrect.
as for the other thing, rory writing a book about her life is the opposite of stupid. to the people who agree with this: you do realize you just watched an entire show about her life and found it entertaining, right? it’s a memoir about her childhood, her relationship with her mother, and how being the daughter of a teen mother affected her. there’s absolutely a market for that sort of thing. not only that, but this is rory we’re talking about: she’s perfectly capable of translating the magic we see on screen onto the page. in fact, i think it’s kind of implied that the book will play out similarly to the show and have the same kind of vibe—it sucks you in and keeps you coming back for more. anyway, tl;dr, all the rory bashing and complete lack of faith in her ability to be a good journalist is pretty unfounded and unfair. i feel like it’s just another outlet that people are using to put her down, but it has no basis in fact (like most anti-rory takes).
#gilmore girls#rory gilmore#defending rory gilmore#anti mitchum huntzberger#i wanted to say something because this crap is really making my eye twitch#i feel like the fandom is regressing back into its ‘let’s hate on rory for no reason!’ era#which is embarrassing as hell#i thought we were past that on tumblr#anyway. mitchum was wrong and he’s a jackass anyway#and a gilmore girls book would be amazing and i think it would be something a lot of ppl would eat up#myself included#just because it’s not to your personal literary taste doesn’t mean it’s stupid#it just means you don’t like that genre of literature#rory has grit and can be a total badass when she wants to be#people who say stuff like this view her through this lense of ‘vanilla goodie two shoes meek little girl’ or whatever#im sorry but… did you watch the show#she makes dirty jokes and gets pissed off and makes mistakes and is messy and takes charge when she needs to#she’s complex and interesting and funny and im just. she is my little blorbo okay#i will defend her all day long 😤
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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 38/41
Chapter 38: Letters from the Ice
Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, talk about masturbation, separation angst,
Series Masterlist
Series Summary:
You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.
SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.
Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.
Chapter 38: Letters from the Ice
8.25.2020
Hey babe!
So, yay email! Hopefully this will work for us. :) But the internet is SO SLOW. Even with barely anyone here it took 10 min for my email to load. I am told by the winterers that trying to upload a video is all but impossible. But a picture *can* go through. Thank the local deity that we don’t have to super old school it and use carrier penguins! Yay!
Well we finally made it to McMurdo. I can’t believe it’s been a whole month since I’ve seen you, well except for the phone calls in Christchurch. It feels like the band aid is really ripped off now. I’m just trying to breathe through it. I hope you are staying busy or at least distracted.
I am excited to finally be here after 5 days of delayed flights as is the rest of my group. We’ve taken to calling ourselves a flock. I have no idea why.
So I’ve got a room all to myself right now, but we’ll see how many people show up for the mainbody season in October, I may or may not have a roommate.
So, there I was trying to get settled and I opened my big suitcase and found the books and the dark chocolate and the candles and the little bottle of essential oil blend. Fuck it smells like you. It made me cry and smile at the same time. Thank you baby.
This is a classic pic me in front of the station sign. It looks darker than it was, but we only had 4 hours of sunlight and there was a storm coming. Wow, I thought I'd been through blizzards at home. This was nothing compared to what they got here! I’d send you a photo. But it’s literally just white.
I do have a confession to make. You remember that freakin’ hot phone sex we had during my quarantine? Yeah… um.. I recorded the audio, yup, every time. I’m gonna listen to your amazing voice telling me to touch myself. I think I’ll lube up my butt plug you gave me and push it into my ass imagining it’s you. Fuck I miss you. I miss your body next to mine at night and your cock in me in the morning.
I love you Aus, I miss you. All the kisses for you.
~Your Kitten
8/26/20
Kitten!!!
I’m so stoked that we still get to keep in touch. Even if only over email. That pic of you in front of the sign feels surreal. I can't even tell it's you with all the layers! The landscape looks so desolate.
I’m so glad you found my gifts, that’s just stuff I don’t like to live without, kinda like you. I’m not liking living without you. Although I’m STILL finding post-it notes. You little fiend, putting them in all my clothes. Makes me smile and cry too.
I did get some exciting news though. Baz, as you know, has been checking up on me since you left. I really love him, he is such a marvelous soul. Anyway he told me yesterday that we will start rehearsals next week and filming is slated to start up again in mid to late September. Thank God, I gotta have something to focus on other than this empty apartment. I’m just waiting for the rest of the crew to get back in country, then I’ll be too busy to think.
Also, I’m gonna talk to your Uncle Roy this week and make sure I can still stay here. Baz says the studio will give me a stipend for the apartment and I’ll just pass that along to him.
That reminds me, Kate said she had not seen anything related to us from Marissa’s channel and that she would be willing to have a meeting with her, but she won’t make any guarantees.
I have a confession too, I went and developed those couple rolls of film we'd taken. It was so fucking sad that you weren’t there to play with while I waited for them to dry. Anyway, You know how I wasn’t sleeping in our bedroom yet? Well, I put the photos I took of you up all over our bedroom and it finally let me sleep in there alone, although I might’ve cried myself to sleep just a little. When I woke up hard I had those gorgeous pictures of you in that black dress to jerk off to. Fuck you are hot and fuck I miss you so much.
Oh my god, just reading that you are fucking your ass with my butt plug has me hard, you are such a naughty Kitten. I might have to keep track of how naughty you are and punish you accordingly when I see you next. I wish you were here to suck this hard cock right now. I think when I finish I’ll stroke myself while looking at those closeups of you and imagine your luscious lips wrapped around me. I’d send you a pic of it, but I’m terrified it could get out somehow.
I love you more, I miss you terribly, only 187 more days to go.. Roughly.
~Your Aus
9.20.20
Hello my love,
So how’s things? Are you ready? I’m so excited for you to start filming again. You got this babe! I believe in you! (forehead kisses)
There were satellite issues again when I tried to call you last night. I’m so sad we keep getting hosed on our phone calls. Soon you’ll be too busy to take a call from me!
We are pretty solidly in the groove of our workday, that’s 6 days a week. I’m on the day shift right now and it’s been a bunch of maintenance checks and rebuilds on buildings and answering calls for service. There is a big build that got delayed due to covid, but we will be starting on that pretty soon.
The food is surprisingly good. The galley really loves their themes. Taco Tuesday, Asian Nights, Sunday Brunch. The pizza is pretty good too! It’s not a woodfired oven made by the hands of angels good, but when you want pizza, it’ll do.
Made a good group of friends, though we are all weird misfits here it seems. Do you remember when people had to talk to each other instead of stare at their phones? It’s like that here, since there isn’t wifi, not that it would work right. It’s amazing how old school it feels, it’s kind of wonderful. Probably sounds like torture to you my shy, introverted darling.
Most of the people here are guys. It’s like 70/30. I’m the only woman in my department, not like that’s new to me. The first day I showed up for work the foreman asked if I was in the wrong place. They tried to give me shit at first until I out-hammered them all in a nailing race. Just a dumb little competition thing. But it stopped them from fucking with me. Yeah, I know my stuff assholes! Lol! Now we are all good. Except for Joe, I do not like Joe. He just rubs me wrong and won’t let the girl thing go. We may have to have a little come-to-Jesus meeting during which I emasculate him with the claw on my purple hammer! The other women I’ve met have also been surprised by the overall disappointing behavior from some of these guys. There is a saying on the ice- “Antarctica: Full of badass women and mediocre men.” This is true.
Not all the guys are that way though, some of them are nice and those are the ones that get laid. Yeah, there are a lot of hookups happening and there are free condoms, like, everywhere. No one here is as interesting or as sexy as my man though. Plus, you spoiled me with not having to use condoms.
I miss your skin on mine, I miss your lips on mine, I miss your cock in my mouth. Since I don’t have a roommate yet, I think I’ll light your candle, put on the sexy music playlist we used to fuck to and add some of that EO to my wrists. I’m going to suck on my dildo. I’ll start slow just licking the tip, I’ll imagine your hand in my hair and your sky blue eyes watching every flick of my tongue. I’ll make sure my lips are good and wet before I slide it down my throat. And I’ll be fucking myself with my vibrator, the one that's curved. The only thoughts I'll have in my mind are ‘it’s your cock in my mouth, it’s your hand on my pussy, it’s you, it’s you, it’s you’. I’m gonna cum so hard, moaning around your imagined cock in my mouth, I may have to do it twice. God I miss you. Tell me more about how you jerk off to pictures of me, that is so damn hot. I’m just imagining you stroking yourself, playing with the tip a little. Damn.
~Your Slutty Kitty
9/22/20
My bad, bad Kitty,
I do not know how you do it, but are you aware of how fucking sexy you are? Even just via email you get me so riled up. How do you take the mere 26 letters of the alphabet and make them into these sexy fucking pictures in my head?! I miss my cock in your mouth too, I miss you laying out on the bed with your legs wide and my head buried between them. I don’t have anything to lick and pretend is your pussy, but I promise I will make up for it when I see you next. Oh lord I gotta go take care of this massively hard co
9/22/20
Hey love,
Sorry, I hit send without meaning to! You got me so hot I wasn’t thinking clearly. It didn’t take me long baby, I used that coconut oil from just before you left. The scent totally put me right back there with you on your knees devouring my cock. That reminds me, I need to get that dress dry-cleaned… It’s stopped smelling like you now so… I suppose it’s time.
I’m ready- ish, the last 6 months made me feel like all the Elvis sunk into my bones. I’ve been working like a fiend with Baz and Polly and Irene and Erik. They have all commented on how it’s different now, more natural. My day is so full of Elvis again it’s hard to think about anything else. I’m so nervous all over again. I’m waking up at 3 again.
I miss you. Not just for the sex baby, but you. You make me better. Please keep trying to call, my PA on set will have my phone when I don’t. I put one of your pics up in my trailer, btw, one of the clothed ones. I kiss my fingers and touch it every time I leave and say hello to it when I come in. People that see me do it still don't know who you are, (Baz and Tom are good secret keepers). That last article with the pics of you and I at the airport really threw them all off. I think Kate told me that the paps were searching the passenger lists for all outgoing planes to Europe that day to see if they could figure out who you were. It's fun to keep them guessing.
I totally get the hooking up, happens on set too. People are people. I’m not worried about you Kitten. How’s your demon though… she doin’ ok? Getting out of hand at all… pun intended!
Ok, early call in the morning. I love you so much. 160 days +/-
~ton Roi
10.11.20
My darling man,
FUCK I am still riding the high from talking to you last week! I can’t believe I caught you in your trailer too! I’m sorry I couldn’t play sexy games back with you because the phone was too public on my end. I loved you telling me how you were stroking yourself though and how you came on your stomach. I went right back to my room, to rub one out. Damn. Luckily my new roommate was at work.
She asked me when she moved in why I had a pic of you and me on the wall by my desk. I told her I was in love with you. It was so funny, she sat down on the couch and started talking about you like we were in middle school. ‘ He’s so dreamy and I hear he broke up with his girlfriend and is dating a French woman!’ “was that the only time you met him?” Oh my god, it was all I could do to not laugh in her face. I’m sorry baby, I had to tell her. I hope you aren’t mad! I still don’t think she believes me, even after I showed her pictures of us (appropriately clothed of course).
I appreciate you asking after that sexy bitch in my head. She is doing fine, staying on her lead. None of these people would satisfy her anyway. She’s too far gone for you. :) My daily horniness level has chilled out since I’ve not been getting fucked by you on the regular, though there are times!
Oh and fun news! I’m going to be setting up a few field camps in a couple weeks, so I won’t be in touch much after halloween -ish. But I WILL be out on the literal ice. Think warm thoughts for me! At least I will get away from Joe! He is still a dick.
~your naughty Kitten (for different reasons)
10/12/20
Kitten,
Of course I’m not mad! Once you are back I want the whole world to know that you are mine and I am yours. Also, Kate set up a meeting with your cousin Marissa. I talked to her and got her info when I talked to Uncle Roy. (He still refuses to let me pay him.) Kate was impressed by her and is planning on offering her a paid internship.
Love you baby, go conquer that ice!
~Aus
(Please read the following letter with a deep southern accent of yore)
Twenty fifth day of October in the year of our Lord two thousand twenty
My darling Austin,
I pray that this electronic mail finds you healthy and hale. I have been feeling dashed about by the trials and travails of my good work here on the deep continent. We no longer are a sleepy little hamlet of a mere 200 people. Oh no! A veritable influx of learned people hath arrived, swelling our little cold town to over 800! The light has arisen indeed as we currently receive a joyful 15 hours of sunlight each blessed day.
My dear roommate Tabitha seems to have accepted the love that exists between us, my dear Austin, since she overheard our delightful conversation on the telephone a scant few days ago. Indeed it seems she has spread our information to the other members of the kitchen staff as one of the good ladies asked me about it the other day as I procured my nourishment.
The person in question didn’t know you, but was happy to know I was dating someone, since apparently the rumor had been circulating that I was a person uninterested, sexually that is. The very idea!
My darling Austin, I shall be leaving in two days time for my quest on the ice. It will be my pleasure to erect structures providing temporary shelter from which the good men and women of science may illicit new and exciting information about this oft times perplexing world that humanity calls home.
And before you query, yes, I must confess my dear Mr. Butler, I have been imbibing in the devil's drink and yes my loins still burn for you.
Pray for me, dear man, that I may endure such hardships that may come and be delivered forthwith into your awaiting arms.
With all my love and tenderness.
Miss Kitten
P.S. Sorry about drunk-as-fuck girl up there, she is just being silly. Can’t wait to fuck your brains out again! Love you -She Demon
10/26/20
Kitten,
You are so weird. I fucking love it and you. I’m so glad you are mine.
Filming is so far so good. I barely have time to think, which is perfect.
Also, I was eating a mango in the kitchen last night. You know how you cut the side off and score it then turn it inside out? Well, I decided just to eat it off the rind like that, instead of cut the chunks out. And all of a sudden it was like eating your dripping pussy. I am slightly ashamed to say that I dropped my pants right there and jerked off with the coconut oil. The juice was dripping down my chin and chest and onto my cock. Oh, My. God. It was the best one yet. I’ll have to do it for you (to you?) when you get back. Needless to say, a whole new world has opened up to me. I WILL be buying more mangoes. I may not be able to see one without getting aroused from here on out. I think I’ll go have the other half now…
Good luck doing bang! bang! construction things on the ice! Stay safe and warm. I’ll talk to you when you get back.
Forever yours- Austin
10.27.20
Aus-
Oh, Mangoes… Damn. Now I fucking want mangoes. Freshies are like currency down here, I haven’t seen a mango though.
Just so you know, that last letter was a bet between me and Tabs. We did karaoke that night and I got a little sloshed and started talking in accents. She didn’t think I would do it. Lol! I tried calling you a few min ago, but no answer. I’m leaving in an hour. I’ll email and try to call when I’m back!
Oh and come to find out that Joe thought he was flirting with me the whole time, he likes me. Was about to pull my pigtails, I suspect. Boys are so weird. I confronted him and he confessed he was crushing on me pretty hard. I told him about you ( not by name) and that I wasn’t available (plus I would fucking break him). He seems to have backed off and will hopefully treat me like a person. So yay! Growth!
Love you tons,
Tally ho!
Kitten
10/28/20
Darling,
It breaks my heart that I missed hearing your voice. I really needed it too. We filmed some gut wrenching stuff this week and I just needed you. I love you, I love you, I love you.
Austin 124 +/-
11.22.20
Sweet, sweet man,
I love you too! I’m sorry you had a tough week and I wasn’t there for you. I promise after this, I will never be more than a text away from you again. I hope it’s gotten better! I’m going to try calling tonight when I get off work.
Thank god I’m back though! We had a crazy, crazy time. We got caught in a freak storm at Amundsen-Scott. We were supposed to be there for like a day to get supplies and such. We ended up there for 5 days! But after that things cleared up, it was amazing. We set up 5 different camps. Everything from simple temporary polar escapes on wooden platforms to actual shelters that will have to stand up for the rest of the season if not longer.
One was at a penguin rookery! They were adorable and came right up to us!
Miss you love, hopefully we will talk soon!
~Kitten
11/23/20
Babe,
Those pictures with you and the penguins are unreal! I can't believe they just walked up to you. It blows my mind that anything can live down there.
How are things with Joe? Did he actually change his behavior? I would say ‘do you need me to come down there?’ but I know you got this, my amazing, strong sexy beast of a woman.
I hope I can pick up when you call next. Missing hearing your voice broke my heart.
~Aus 98+/- (Why is this taking so damn long! You should be in my arms.)
12.14.20
Dear darling Austin,
Thank god we got to talk last week, I was really worried about you. Digging into the pain about your mom… I just wish I was there to hold you tight, like she would’ve been. I know I didn’t know her, but from everything you’ve said, I know I would have adored her. (hugs, hugs and more hugs)
I got your package yesterday! I opened it without thinking, thank god all the things in it were wrapped! Except for the mangoes… fuck baby. They are perfectly ripe right now, if a little frozen. I’m gonna go eat some mango pussy. Would you like that? watching me eat pussy….
Did you get my package yet? It might be a bit silly. But you can open it when you get it. :)
We have been digging into this new building since I got back. The guys worked on all the steel pieces and I’m lead on the framing team. It’s definitely different from what I’ve been used to doing. But I’m finding that all my skills are actually helpful because I know the pieces that come next, so I don’t let the crew fuck things up for the electricians and plumbers and drywallers that will be coming behind us in the future.
I miss you baby, I know we keep saying that to each other, so much that it’s like saying something over and over again and the shape of it feels odd in your mouth all of a sudden. But even though I have made great friends here and am in a routine that pulls me from day to day, it would be perfect if you were here with me. With you on my arm, no one would try to pull my pigtails!
Love you with all my heart ~Kitten
12/25/20
Baby Doll,
Merry Christmas!! Babe, I did get your package, and I didn’t open in until this morning. Why would you say it’s silly? It’s amazing. You painted this? I am going to take it in and have it framed so I can hang it up. Wow. If you ever wanted to stop doing construction, you could be a professional artist.
Tom and Rita have invited a bunch of us up to their place for dinner. I’m about to go get ready but just wanted to tell you that yes, I get it. Saying it gets old, but it doesn't mean we don’t feel it still.
Yeah, mom would’ve adored you right back.
I fucking miss you. I fucking love you. And holy fuck yes on watching you eat pussy, mango or otherwise.
66 days +/- (can we make time move faster?)
~Your own personal elf- Austin
12.25.20
Dear Austin,
Merry Christmas!! I loved your gifts, they are perfect for here! Lip balm and sunscreen and the warmest, silliest socks. That mini humidifier is sitting on my bedside table as we speak! The running gloves for under my big ones are going to be a game changer! Now I can do fiddly bits without my fingers getting cold! Although it’s a ridiculously balmy 25 degrees Celsius out there right now. I don’t even bring my red parka out right now!
Today I joined the Antarctic Polar bear club. Yup I plunged into barely above freezing water in my underwear, no not the unicorn ones, I actually had some polar bear ones I brought just for this! I was nothing if not on theme! It was fucking cold. And exhilarating! But I’m not sure I want to do it again. Luckily we went right into the sauna to warm up!
Love you ever so much, give Tom and Rita my love!
~Your Xmas Kitten
1/1/21
My sweet Kitten,
Thank you for the phone call, oh my god I needed it. I’m feeling so worn out, even though we kinda had this week off and I’ve been just sleeping as much as I can and going to the beach with other cast members, it’s just not the same without my best girl next to me. (that’s you, btw) I wish I had you with me last night to kiss. I did end up kissing Olivia, but it was just a new years eve peck thing, plus it’s not like we’ve not kissed on set. Is that weird for you? I’ve never asked you about it.
Love you so much, it hurts. I def need a kiss on my heart. 59 days +/-
~Yours, Austin
1.3.21
Austin,
When I see you, you are gonna get all the kisses on every part of you.
Real talk babe: where I’d like to be there to remind you what my kisses are like and reap the benefits if you get turned on, kissing on set doesn't bug me, that’s just part of acting. Didn’t Elvis kiss like all the girls in the audience? Super-spreader much? Ha! TBH, I pecked a few people too when we counted down to midnight. How do you feel about that? Wow, that looks super passive aggressive. I’m def not meaning it that way. Just wondering cuz we’ve never talked about it and I don’t think our games with Loki or ‘the guy from Brisbane’ count as talking about it!
Now actually making out with someone like not for work (that’s a crazy sentence right there!)… that we’d def have to talk about. I mean… mostly because I would want to be a part of something hot like that. FOMO!!!
On a different note, I sang in Icestock last night. It’s the annual McMurdo music festival. There were comedians and skits and mini plays and bands and a chili cook off! I sang a bunch of stuff with some guys, we had to rehearse on our off time but it was super fun! I had my buddy video it. I’m gonna put it on a USB stick and send it to you, just for fun! There is some other stuff on there too, just for you, including my polar plunge! God we needed a party too. The grind was getting to us all. Yeah we have 24 hours of daylight, but I never knew I’d miss the stars so much!
We are about to head into Vessel Season, that means extra people in town, mostly Kiwi and US military, to help unload the massive supply ships. From what I understand we will be pulled to help.
I love you baby, soon hunny, soon I miss YOUR kisses
~Kitten
1/8/21
My darling love,
Happy Elvis’ birthday! He would've been 86. We had a huge birthday cake on set today.
I don’t really care about pecks like that, plus you are too French for me to get up in arms about that. I do feel the same way you do about making out. If you are gonna make out with someone, I want to be there too. If it’s a girl, I def want to be there. That would be hot.
We filmed a kissing scene today between young Elvis and younger Priscilla. It really made me miss you so much. I definitely channeled our first kiss into the work. Remember, on the couch? This might be weird to say, but no one kisses me like you do.
Love and miss you, 52 days +/-
~Aus
1/25/21
Kitten,
Honey, I have a confession. We were rehearsing one of the big shows where Elvis goes into the audience and kisses all the girls. I had to talk my own demon out of taking home an extra and fucking her silly. She looked just enough like you and she was staring at me all dreamy eyed when I was on stage. Then I had to kiss all these women in the audience and I was all worked up. I’m sorry babe, know that I didn’t do anything or even talk to her. But we talked about being honest with one another and I feel better with you knowing. No I’m not asking if I can do anything with her, it was just like a perfect storm to turn me on. Honestly I’ve been too exhausted and terrified to really feel horny lately, so it kinda took me by surprise.
I’m so sorry if this makes you mad. Know I love you and I’m not gonna do anything to screw up what we have.
~Austin 35 days +/- (I can wait, I swear)
1.26.21
Babe,
Love you, not mad. Will respond more when I have time!
~Your best girl
1.31.21
Ok my love,
First of all, I’m sorry this took so long to reply to. It’s been so busy here I’ve not had time.
Secondly, I’m not mad. You are human, despite your intrusive thoughts to the contrary. Being attracted to people is just a part of being human. It actually feels really good that you were comfy enough to tell me how you are feeling. Thank you for trusting me.
I have this ideal thought in my head that I’d want to be cool with a sorta semi-permeable relationship. Like yeah, making out with a women with you would be hot… fuck I think making out with a man with you would blow my fucking mind. (would you be down for that? Kissing a guy?) But I know I’m not cool with either of us just fucking others at will, at least not when we are this far away. How could you reclaim me, or I you, when these miles exist between us? Share someone with you? Sure, but we need to actually sit down and talk about it face to face. When I'm back and we’ve talked and you and I have had our fill of one another, if that girl is game and we get along… I’m down to try it out, baby. If you are even interested in that.
There are a few cute Airmen here, but my demon seems to be slumbering. Remember, the less I get the less I want it. It could also be the fucking 10-12 hour days we’ve been putting in! Which is VERY different from fucking 10-12 hours a day. Remember our first 72 hours? Damn that was amazing.
I love you baby, now and forever,
Your lover- Kitten
2/4/21
Amazing woman of my dreams,
How are you so fucking cool, do you know how hard I had to work to get my other gf’s to be cool about kissing on set, let alone talk about sharing a person. This whole thing makes me love you even more. How do I feel about kissing a guy? I think it depends on the guy. But it doesn’t squick me out or anything. Honestly right now, if it meant getting to hold you in my arms, I’d do it and more in a heartbeat.
And for the record, I don’t think I could ever ‘get my fill’ of you babe.
I love you so much, 25 days +/- (is that fucking real, only 25 days???)
Devoted to you- Austin
2.25.21
Babe,
Oh my god! I am so done helping unload and reload ships! Give me my fucking hammer and let me pound something!
So I have some shitty news. Y’know how, on the phone we were talking about my departure date being end of February and being back with you by March 1st. Well, I got my departure date, it’s not until March 10th, and I can’t move it up. They even offered me a bonus to stay overwinter, but I declined. As cool as it’s been I need to get off the ice and into your arms. So I won't be back on the Gold Coast until March 12th at the earliest. I don’t know if I have to quarantine. I have to arrange for my stuff to be shipped to Greece in that time as well. You say you have to leave for London mid March. I’m freaking out that I might miss you.
I’m gonna try to call tomorrow so we can talk about it.
Fuck this sucks, Love you so much
~Kitten
#Austin Butler#Austin Butler smut#Austin Butler x reader#Austin Butler fic#Austin butler fanfic#@purejasmine#@slowsweetlove#@richardslady121
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Stripper Steve/Writer Eddie
Inspired by my results from a NSFW generator tweet, lol. This is just a brainstorming session, mainly so I can put SOMETHING in my WIP folder for this idea.
Said results were: Stripper Steve, Writer Eddie, At a Gay Bar, Size Kink. Simple enough. It could be either a smutty PWP one-shot, or a smutty epic romance. I could see it going either way, but I never met a story I couldn’t spice up by adding romantic clichés.
So Writer!Eddie meets Stripper!Steve at a gay bar. Sparks fly, as they often do. Eddie has a bit of a size kink, and loves how strong and muscular Steve is compared to him. They talk a little bit about their respective professions (especially Steve, who wants to nip any anti-sex work or anti-stripper bias Eddie may have in the bud as quick as possible. He’s been slut-shamed about it way too many times to count; Eddie’s cool with it), and decide to head back to Eddie’s place to have sex. Turns out Eddie has a huge dick, and Steve has a size kink too.
[if this was a PWP one-shot, this is where it would end. But I love to complicate things, lol, and so it continues…]
Initially, the plan is just for a one night stand, but of course, this is Steddie, and they can’t get enough of each other. They start meeting up semi-regularly. And it’s not just sex either. Sometimes they have dinner beforehand. Sometimes one of them spends the night and stays for breakfast. It doesn’t take long for them to develop, ugh, FEELINGS. Eddie, who’s been in a bit of a creative dry spell lately, finds himself able to write again. Sometimes he’ll even read Steve a few passages from his novel in progress (Steve, who is semi-dozing beside him in bed, is only half-listening, but tells him it sounds good).
But eventually, because romance story cliché, some wires get crossed. Maybe Steve realizes he’s catching feelings (caught feelings, really - these boys are down BAD), and breaks things off. Maybe they both say hurtful things they don’t mean. It’s easy to be hurt when you’ve fallen so hard.
Some time later (idk, a year? Don’t press me for details, I’m spitballing here, lol), Eddie’s book comes out. Bestseller, naturally. It’s not specifically a love story, but the love is practically dripping off every page (not like that, ya nasty). It’s textual, but also abstract and symbolic. It’s painfully obvious to anyone who reads it that Eddie was in love, but it didn’t work out. Someone (Robin? Yeah, Robin) lends Steve the book and tells him to read it. Because she is wise and knows all. He does, and is incredibly touched and emotional about it. Because even though people have been teasing him for being “just a pretty face” his whole life (which he’s not of course), even Steve can read between the lines. In fact, he even recognizes a few lines in the book from Eddie reading them to him in bed. Said lines are essentially a love confession. And Steve realizes that even though he might have fucked up worse than anyone has ever fucked up in their life, he needs to see Eddie again. Even if Eddie ends up slamming the door in his face, which he’d deserve, he must.
At Eddie’s place, Eddie doesn’t immediately slam the door, but it’s a near thing. Steve starts off by telling him he read the book. That it was amazing. Talks about the symbolism. Talks about how much he related to the main characters (especially the one obviously based on himself). He’s rambling, a bit nervous and awkward, but it eventually becomes him talking about his own feelings. Getting a bit worked up. There may be a heartfelt apology in there somewhere. He’s essentially baring his entire heart and soul right there on Eddie’s doorstep.
Eddie, for his part, is cold to Steve at first. Which is understandable - he got his heart broken, after all. But the more Steve rambles, the softer Eddie gets, until he can feel tears pricking at his eyes.
“Um,” Steve says, finally losing steam after god knows how long, “well. That’s it I guess. Sorry to just show up here. I’ll let you get back to what you’re doing. I’ll see you around…” That last bit said with the air of ‘I know we’ll probably never see each other again.’
He turns to leave, already planning to head to Robin’s place to raid her ice cream freezer and cry, but before he gets even once step, Eddie grabs him. Pulls him inside. Shuts the door. Practically shoves him against it. He’s surprisingly strong for how skinny he is, as Steve had found out early in their…interactions.
“Steven Middle Name Harrington,” he growls, but he’s smiling. “You are, without a doubt, the single most insufferable human being I have ever met in my life. You leave your dirty socks on the floor, you let dishes sit for too long, your hair clogs the drain more than mine - which, how is that even possible? You have more beauty products than a cosmetics department, you snore like a lumberjack, and you can barely cook anything more advanced than instant ramen. And-“ he pauses. Steve winces; he’s torn because Eddie’s words sound angry, but he’s still smiling? Was that a tear? “And I love you so much it’s made me stupid because here I am, with you in my house again, in my arms, and all I want to do is kiss you silly.”
Steve smiles, letting his tears fall freely now. They both are. He reaches over to cup Eddie’s face in his hands.
“Don’t hold back on my account,” he tries to tease, but to Eddie it sounds more like “I love you too.”
The kiss feels like coming home. A very wet and salty coming home perhaps, but a homecoming nonetheless.
#Steddie#does this count as a minific?#WIP planning#alternate universe#modern setting#give me all those delicious romance clichés#lol#the mortifying ordeal of being known#the inherent risk of giving someone your heart and hand to hold#they both have to deal with it in their own way
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