#i just enjoy this cat person x cat soul dynamic very much
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mixed signals
#in my headcanon astarion is very tactile but only if the initiative comes from him#and gale is so nice to touch x(#and again i’m drawing comic about astarion’s feral cat bechavior#i just enjoy this cat person x cat soul dynamic very much#baldurs gate 3#bg3#bloodweave#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#astarion#bg3 gale#bg3 astarion#baldur's gate 3
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【 waves - abby anderson | NSFW 】
abby anderson x fem!reader | NSFW MDNI
wc: 3k
warnings: NSFW CONTENT BELOW MDNI
content: you and abby being obsessed w/ each other, brat taming, degradation, thigh riding (kinda for like a split second), choking, manhandling, the existence of safe words mentioned, fingering (r!receiving), degradation, dom/sub dynamics, edging/orgasm denial, semi-public sex, use of pet names (love, pretty girl, baby, etc.), praise, established relationship, slight aftercare at end
a/n: i was inspired by "waves" by normani and 6lack to write this it's such a good song i listened to it for the first time in a while and wow the inspiration just hit me. also this is one if the first few nsfw fics i've ever published, so i hope yall enjoy it!
You were inexplicably drawn to her in a way you shouldn’t have been. No matter how much you tried to avoid her, you found yourself coming back to her every time. Maybe it was those blue eyes, those big arms, and the intense power in everything she did. Maybe it was the way she grimaced when she was concentrating, the way the very air changed around her as she breathed it in and released her determination. Maybe it was the way her eyes darkened when she was serious about something, or the way she seemed to do everything so effortlessly that it left you in awe. That had to be it. Her aura was so commanding that you couldn’t help but fall to your knees as soon as she simply looked your way.
Whatever it was, it was as if she had taken over your very soul little by little. You tried to hide your feelings, to avoid the complicated nature of a relationship in this type of world, but that plan was hopeless as soon as you met her. Whether it was through her humor, her caring nature, her tough image, she managed to chip away at your exterior like eroding waves against a cliff. You watched helplessly as those waves grew inch by inch into a giant tsunami. Those waves began to pull at you more and more until they completely devoured you. It felt like being caught in a rising tide with nothing to ground you, the waves swallowing your air and filling your lungs. Before you knew it you were completely infatuated with her to the point she flooded your brain day and night and resided in your heart.
But what was it about Abby that was so all-consuming? Why is it that the only seemingly acceptable way to love her was all or nothing? There was no moderation when it came to loving Abby—only ultimates. You loved her with everything, you gave everything, and she did the same in return. Your only working theory was that because Abby was the type of person who let herself be consumed by whatever she dedicated herself to, it was only natural for you to match her energy. Abby’s infatuation for you grew to match yours, but as time went on it became much more than that. This was all consuming love.
You weren’t stupid. You knew Abby felt the same way as you, and she knew about your feelings for her, but it was almost like the two of you were playing a game to see who would snap first. It wasn’t lost on you the way her hands would wander over your body, pulling you close during patrols, worrying over you when you could care for yourself. She’d insist on holding you to keep you warm, giving you pieces of her clothing, rubbing her hands on your arms to warm you up. She’d tell you that you needed to sleep next to her so you wouldn’t freeze to death, and she’d pull you close, her hands rubbing your stomach as you dozed off. A game of cat and mouse, but your roles were always changing.
When Abby got jealous, her face got red with anger and her eyebrows furrowed. It was fun seeing her get so angry over you, and maybe you were wrong for doing so, but you loved the rush. In times like these you were the cat. You’d get too close to Owen or Manny, laugh at their jokes a little too hard, smile at them too much, encourage their antics. You made sure to do it all in front of her, made sure she was watching every second of it. At one point during the night you let Manny put his arm around your shoulder as you looked up at her standing alone in the corner of the room. You held her gaze, not backing down, feeling a fire ignite in your chest due to the dark look in her eyes. Oh, she was pissed. She disappeared from the party after that, and you heard the next day she left to hit the gym and fuck up one of the punching bags. You had to admit the thought of riling her up so much to the point she had to blow off steam in such a way turned you on somewhat. You could only imagine what it’d be like when the two of you finally gave in, when she finally took that anger out on you.
You remember the night in her room where you both got drunk and you just couldn’t take it anymore. Yes, the back and forth was exhilarating, but you were tired of it. You just wanted her to yourself by now, fully and completely. You couldn’t hold yourself back on that shore anymore, content with just watching the ocean’s rising waves from the pier. You leaned in and pressed your lips to hers, knowing it was dangerous to jump in the water without a safety float, but you needed to feel her. She became the very source you breathed as she took your breath away. You breathed her in every time her lips touched yours, her hands on your thighs as she pulled you into her lap. There was a part of you that knew she was dangerous, that knew what she was capable of, but you didn’t care; you were only drawn in more by her. You supposed the ocean was like that: so, so beautiful, but full of so much danger. In more ways than one she embodied that very powerful, seductive nature of water.
But you liked that, didn’t you? You liked the fact that she was so strong, so resilient, able to withstand anything. Many people only saw Abby at a surface level. They saw Isaac’s top soldier, the strongest person of the WLF, a scary woman not to be messed with, but you knew she was more than that. Yes, she was strong and scary when need be, but she was also gentle and caring and observant. She’d give you half her food if you hadn’t eaten, she’d check in on you daily, made sure you were taking care of yourself, and always brought you things she found while on patrol or a mission. Sometimes when you’d come to her room you’d find her reading some book she found while away from base. You admired the way she read them so thoughtfully and then analyzed them ardently. She’d let you sit in her lap while she read, and sometimes she’d read out loud to you. It’s times like these that you could feel something gentle in the way she’d pet your hair or rub your shoulders. It was times like these that her eyes looked soft like a pond of clear water. You liked her when she was like this because everything felt comfy and stable.
You still liked her when she was the complete opposite though.
It had been a long day on patrol, and, sure, you had been pushing her buttons by teasing her the entire day. Rubbing against her body, grabbing onto her, touching her neck, small kisses here and there, giving attitude and talking back. You knew what you were doing by riling her up, but it never stopped you. You knew eventually she’d snap and put you in your place. After clearing an area and wandering through an empty alley, you felt Abby grab you by your wrist and maneuver you to pin you against the nearest wall. She grabbed onto some of the hair on the back of your head to cushion your impact, and although it worked, you could still feel the bricks digging into your back. The feeling of her hand trailing from your head to your neck and then tightening sent shivers down your spine. Her hands were big, and you knew with one especially hard squeeze she could probably crush your windpipe—but she wouldn’t—and that’s what made it all the more exciting. Without wasting any more seconds she tightened her grip and within moments you started to feel a little lightheaded. She released in order to give you a small break, then tightened again as she slid her thigh between your legs.
“You think I don’t know?” she asks. She moves her thigh slowly, causing small amounts of friction that make you feel like you’re getting high. The sensation against your clit and her hand around your neck made you feel like you were floating. Abby made you higher than any drug possibly could. She released your throat again, this time moving to grab you by your chin. She forced you to look her in the eyes, to admit to your sins, but you were starstruck by the stormy sea in her irises. You loved seeing her like this.
“Know what?” You play dumb, not wanting to admit you’ve been playing a game all this time. Once again caught in a cat and mouse chase.
“You think you’re slick, huh?” she asks, grabbing onto your hips and making you grind against her thigh. You want to grab onto her shoulders and let her take you here and now, but you’re not willing to submit just yet. You bite the inside of your cheek in an attempt to prevent any whines from leaving your lips. You can’t let her know she’s getting to you.
“I’ve done nothing,” you insist. It was hard not to let your voice waver the way it wanted to, but you managed to make it through. Abby rolls her eyes as she leans closer to you. She stopped moving your hips and you could tell she was beginning her intimidation tactics on you. You wanted to beg her to move again, to make you feel good, but you wanted to win so badly this time. Her breath fanned your face as she stared into your eyes deeply. She’s trying to get you to fold, but you won’t. You can’t let yourself. “What? Think I’m scared?”
“Fine. If that’s how you want to act.” She pulls away from your face, scanning you quickly. She’s trying to read you, making sure this is the game you want to play and that you’re not backing out. You’re not, and she can tell by the look in your eyes. “You remember your safe words, right, pretty girl?” she asked. You nodded.
She leaned in and connected her lips with yours, more gentle than you’d expected. Her lips had always been so soft, and it contrasted perfectly with the feeling of her rough hands roaming your body. They slid up your shirt and began to grope you roughly, a small little whine escaping you unwillingly. You felt her smirk as she kissed you, and that’s when you knew things were going to take a turn. She pulled away from the kiss before moving down your jawline and to your neck. She bit down harshly and began sucking. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was targeting the spot that always drove you crazy as she began to mark you up. Always the possessive type.
“You like this, don’t you?” she asked. “Acting like a brat all day so you can get fucked like the slut you are?”
“Abby—” She was teasing you now, trying to get the upper hand. It was working somewhat, but you hadn’t exactly submitted the way she wanted just yet.
“Shut up,” she said. “I’ll give you what you want. What you’ve practically been begging for all day.” She planted one last kiss on your neck before you felt her hands traveling down to undo your zipper and then sliding them under the waistband of your pants. She carefully slid your panties to the side, and that’s when you felt her fingers dive into your wet folds. You welcomed her touch, the one that you had been craving all day. This is exactly what you wanted, what you needed.
“I just—I just needed you,” you said in response. Her fingers began circling your clit and it was almost as if you started to see stars.
“And you’re this wet for me when I’ve barely even touched you?” she teased. “How long have these dirty thoughts been in your head? All day? From the moment you woke up?”
“Yes,” you breathed out. She was going slow, but she knew the exact right amount of pressure to apply that made you feel good. You felt so high, so on fire; nothing could ever top this feeling. She kept doing that, never changing her pace, teasing you as small moans left your mouth. You felt like you were so close to that edge that would grant you the bliss you were craving, but she stopped moving her fingers right as you were about to cum.
“What? You think you’d get to come so easily after your behavior today?”
“I—” She began moving her fingers again, cutting you off as soon as you tried to talk and defend yourself.
“That’s not how it works, baby. You used your words so easily to talk back all day to me, so why don’t you use them to ask for what you want?”
“No,” you said in between small whines. She was way too good with her hands. It was both an admirable and hated quality of hers. She speed up somewhat, and right as you were about to cum again she stopped.
“I’m going to keep doing this until you tell me what you want.” You shook your head at that. “Suit yourself.” She began moving her hands again for a moment until you felt them move from your clit and down to your hole. As soon as she slipped one finger in a particularly loud moan left your mouth. It felt so good having her fill you up as she dipped her fingers back in again and again. Your moans were becoming louder as she hit that one spot just right.
“Abs,” you said between moans. “Oh, god.”
“What, baby? Is there something you want?” She wanted you to say it, to let those words slip from your mouth and grant her full control. She slid in another finger, and the pleasure overtook your body. You gripped onto her shoulders as you felt her speed up her motions. The wet sounds filled the alley along with your moans as she just continued to fuck you. This was it. You were going to cum, and hard.
“I’m gonna—gonna cum,” you moaned.
“Yeah?” she asked teasingly, before stopping her movements but still leaving her fingers inside you. You gasped at her actions, staring at the woman who was denying you the release you needed so bad. She smirked at you as soon as she saw the pissed off look on your face. “Aw, are you mad? What’s wrong?” You hated the fake sympathy she was giving you. “All you have to do is ask.”
“Fuck you,” you replied. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, then continued fingering you once more. She was going much harder than before in an attempt to punish you. She wanted to break you so bad, to have you moaning her name and giving into her every whim. She’d teach you who was in charge, that she was the one who knew your body best. She continued fucking her fingers into you, and when she felt you tightening and getting closer to release, she stopped again. “Abby.” You were seething and frustrated and in need of release. She started moving again, but this time slowly and more softer in comparison to before. It was agonizing. You needed her to fuck you harder, to give you more, to let you cum.
“Just use your words, love.” She started speeding up again, and that’s when you snapped. She was finally giving you what you needed, and you wanted her more than anything.
“Please, Abby, please,” you begged.
“Please what? You gotta be more specific.” She started hitting the spot you needed the most harder, and you wanted to scream from how good it felt.
“Please let me cum. God, I need you so bad.” That was it. You finally said what she wanted, and she was going to give you exactly what you wanted. As she pounded into you harder you wrapped your arms around her neck for support. You felt her breath fanning your neck as she continued fingering you harder than before.
“That’s right, baby. That’s all you needed to say,” she whispered into your ear. Desperate and pathetic moans left your mouth from how good she was fucking you. “I know you like it when I fuck you like this. That’s why I put up with your bratty attitude when you act up. I like ruining you like this and having you beg for me.”
“Abby,” you moaned.
“I know.” She kissed your neck once more. “I feel you tightening. You gonna cum soon?”
“Yes,” you moaned out.
“Good. Cum for me, okay? Just for me.”
“Harder, please.” You couldn’t handle how good you felt. She really knew exactly what you needed without even trying. Her fingers felt so good inside you. You felt something tightening inside you, and you knew you were close and that your incoming orgasm was going to be intense. Wanton moans left your lips as you felt whatever it was inside you finally snap and a monsoon of pleasure washed over you.
“That’s, that’s it,” she encouraged you. “Just like that. You’re so good for me.” Hearing her praise made you feel even more high. It felt so good, like such ecstasy, as Abby continued her movements, not stopping until she felt your orgasm end when you stopped tightening around her. Once you finished coming down she pulled her fingers out of you, licking them before pulling you into a deep kiss. You missed her lips on yours, the feeling of her body pressing into you. Once she pulled away she zipped your pants up and pulled you into a hug. “You did so good,” she whispered. You nodded your head. Your body felt tired, totally drained, and Abby knew this.
“Hope you enjoyed that,” you teased.
“Oh, I did.” She pulled away, looking into your eyes before kissing your forehead. “Just wait until we get home.”
#tlou#tlou2#tlou abby#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x you#abby anderson x y/n#tlou x reader
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🍕⚽🔮🐶❤️🌈 forrrr cassandra goth & johnny smith :)
ooohhh this is amazing, thank you so much! <3 <3
Cassandra is my #1 baby while Johnny is not yet very developed in my head but i really dig his Vibes so this will be a really interesting thing to do! disclaimer: i haven't played the ds game yet (i knowingly got a broken ds and idk how to fix it lol) so whatever dead inside business Johnny has there i'm not aware of it
🍕: Pizza Topping
for some reason Cassandra just makes me think immediately that she would like hawaiian pizza because she's a menace like that (im kidding, i actually love pineapple on pizza do with that what you will, though i dont eat meat so i havent tried an actual hawaiian pizza but i can imagine that this is an enjoyable combination so i support Cass)
Johnny, on the other hand, probably likes some extremely basic-ass pizza like pepperoni
⚽: Sport they like or play
sports 🤢 realistically thinking both of them probably have played something but idk anything about sports so i cant tell what lol. although my heart says 'Cassandra stop this is not you' she would probably genuinely enjoy a sport. ugh. and Johnny 100% skates for a living
🐶: Pet or favorite Animal
Cassandra loves and has cats! (and talks to them since she's a witch) she's had a birman cat since she was a kid but that baby is pretty old now so she lives with someone her age group (Mortimer) after Cass moved out from the family house. pretty sure Cass also has a cat familiar but i have no concept for it now, i'm really excited though because i've downloaded this mod that makes the familiars spawn looking like random cat breeds so this is gonna be a real surprise :)
Johnny strikes me as someone who has a pet tarantula, however he's probably also the person that comes into people's houses just to annoy their small pets like womrats and parrots. also i think he has a dog! who wouldn't with that lawn
🌈: Sexuality
i don't remember if i had a specific label for Johnny but i would say they're probably omni (like me)! and polyamorous, of course. they also have a very beautiful, fluid and unique gender identity, and i'm sure it affects the way he experiences attraction in cool ways!
Cassandra, on the other hand, is pretty distanced from romance, which is affected both by her sexuality and her serious trust issues. at this point in time i believe she's grayromantic and allosexual with a heterosexual lean, in a sense that she identified as heterosexual most of her life but then realized she has attraction towards feminine-presenting people as well. i would say she's unlabeled, but definitely polysexual and -romantic? honestly all of this is just describing my journey of how i have percieved her through years and now im just as confused about her as she is lol
❤️: OTP
i feel like the JOR trio is literally canon so it's hard to imagine any other options for Johnny but i have to admit i have an extremely soft spot for Tank x Johnny bc i do believe Tank is actually a very good and soft soul... i also obviously have a thing for this type of trope and that's a bit shameful in a way but i believe i can execute it nicely so that it's not gonna be toxic and make me hate myself!
as for Cassandra, lol you tell me... having her as almost an OC of mine for 14 years (bigger part of my life) made me really lost because i've had too many different opinions on that through years 😭 one thing i can say for sure and it's forever gonna be like that is that Johnny Burb is her soulmate for life and there's not a chance anything could actually change that (and trust me, it will look like it did). when i created them they started out awkward acquaintances but then divine intervention in my head turned them into best friends, at some point i started shipping them romantically in a very hardcore way but working on my story this year kind of made me realize i actually think sibling dynamic fits them WAY better so i'm sticking to that for now, it's also a very good brain exercise for me (and honestly anyone probably) to see a ship with good romantic potential remain solely platonic soulmates! okay, but if we're speaking romantic attraction, i'm gonna throw in an easter egg as a thank you for reading my essay and tell you that i actually really like the idea of Cassandra having a thing with Jennifer (the latter being unusually shy when they're interacting, hehe cute). but this is all in development at this point because the past few days my brain has been in flames over thinking about Burbs' relationship 😭
🔮: Something Random
Cassandra has ADHD, yes this is a self insert but what do i ever do that's not one? when i just started developing her character she was this snarky 16-turning-17 bitch that was the only working brain in her family and i never looked back, she is amazing i love her
Johnny in my head is an absolute fashion icon that just wears all the colors and shapes and random things that just look so high fashion on them, also i see him as very calm and kind and it's hard to even imagine him lose his temper 😭 they kinda have the vibe of this person in school that has the best grades and they help everyone very patiently and put all of them into explaining things to others, you know what i mean, that is definitely Johnny. he looks like a rebellion but he's lawful good at heart (possibly an unintentional self-insert as well)
phew, big thanks to anyone who reads this! it was a whole lot of fun to write, im really excited and happy! asking me about Cass is like opening a pepsi bottle that had a good shake beforehand and now it's leaking everywhere because i'm obsessed and rightfully so. Johnny ily too i promise im gonna invest more brain power into Strangetown after im done yassifying the Pleasantview
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One wrong move ( salesman x fem! reader ) part one
Summary: you wanted to take control in the bedroom this time, and the salesman agrees. With that power, will you go too far?
Warning: degrading, humiliation, choking, name-calling, slapping, BDSM dynamics?, a very angry salesman lol, housewife kink(this Kink can come off as misogynistic because it's more so 50s inspired), smut in general, porn with little plot, vaginal sex, blow job, rough sex, dub-con disclaimer just got in case. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, AND IF ANY OF THE WARNINGS TRIGGERS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER.
Ps: I'm shit at writing fanfic lol(on top of that, I'm doing this all on my phone, there might be some spelling errors or grammatical errors) keep that in mind moving forward, I'm just down bad for this man, alright😤. hope you guys like it, enjoy!
Edit: I decided to make this part one out of two, maybe? so no smut in this, who knows when ill update this. I might delete this, due to my embarrassment Idk....why I did this. this is so trash lol, I'm definitely cringing right now as I type to you all. I apologize to anyone who reads this, the squid game writer and most importantly I apologize to Gong Yoo, even though it's the character I'm writing about, and not about him at all, I would feel weird writing about celebrities... they are real people, his characters are fair game in my opinion because they are fictional but still...that's just how I feel. I have to cover my bases... so yeah lol.
The front door open as you were finishing the final touches on the chocolate cake you made, but too much in the zone with the music volume kinda high as you sway your hips to the music until you felt a pair of hands which caused you to stop, and have your heart racing then you realize It was your "husband's" hands around your waist. Thank God because you were about to scream out, feeling relieved when you realize it was him. he's taking in your scent of a pretty fragrance that smells of vanilla while hugging you from behind. "Hello, beautiful wife, daddy's home." He said in a low deep voice in your ear. giving you the chills up and down your spine. You have been with him for a while now, and he still manages to make you feel like a shy schoolgirl."Hello, sir" turning around looking up at him with doll eyes, accompanied with sharp cat eyeliner and a classic red lip, he smiles at you, pleased with what he sees. In return, you are admiring how handsome he is. God, you just wanted him to bend you over right then and there. just to use you for his own satisfaction like you were his personal fleshlight. Finally snapping out your own thoughts when he removes his hands to make his way to the dinner table.
"How was your day, dear?" you were fixing his plate while he's reading the news on his phone. "My day was fine, just a little bit tired" answering you while still scrolling through his phone and yawning. after a little while, he put his phone down as you set the plate in front of him, and set your plate down to join him. He gives you a charming smile while he starts forking his food, and taking one good bite out of it as you watch his reaction while you eat as well. He must be really hungry you thought. "Mmmmm this is pretty fucking good I have to say, darling, I'm quite impressed." He pauses to finish chewing as he wipes his mouth with a napkin, he just does everything so sexy, it makes you melt for him, then make you snap back to reality once more. " I think you learned your lesson last time you messed up, huh?...darling" a smirk slowly creeps on his handsome face as he stares into your soul. You paid for it indeed, let's just say you made good use of the ice pack in the freezer after how hard he spanked you for burning his steak. a couple of days of having trouble sitting. he loves seeing you in pain, he's a sadistic asshole, and that turned you on for some reason.
You are recalling the event from that night, it is getting you visibly flustered, looking away as you squeeze your thighs to control yourself. He's still looking at with a smirk, but with his head tilted slightly " gosh, what a fucking whore, look at you..getting all hot and bothered, it's not very ladylike of you." He said in a mocking tone with a deep chuckle. you look down at your plate to continue eating. "Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you" with a slightly stern voice, and you look up at him. "I'm sorry!" In an embarrassing outburst losing confidence in your voice. "I'm sorry what?" With his eyebrow raised, going back to that arrogant smirk. "I'm sorry, sir " with a slight bow, and he's pleased with your obedience. "mmm, good girl" he hummed, pretty sure you're soaking wet for him right now, Jesus that voice of his can just make you cum alone. there is a moment of silence as the two of you eat but fill in the silence by talking in-between. rambling about family, finding a nice vacation home to purchase, and just his work in general." thanks for the dinner, sweetheart" as he gets up to make it into the living room.
you clean up the kitchen as he turns on the tv to find something to watch, you see him from the kitchen, looking at how tall he is while he's sitting on a black leather couch with a whiskey in his hand, looking comfortable with his tie undone and his clean white shirt disheveled. basically sitting like a very relaxed king. Scrolling through channels, he suddenly makes eye contact with you, and you start to blush as he takes a swig of his whiskey while smiling back at you, giving you a flirtatious wink. The sexual tension never really goes away no matter how much the two of you have sex. Although you have this strong bond with him. you couldn't help but think about what you saw a few weeks ago and this thought has haunted you for a while now. at dinner you wanted to clear the air, tell him what's really been bothering you, it hasn't been all so easy to do so for some reason. just not really sure how exactly to go about it. You find out that he was talking to another woman when you had an idea to look up new recipes so you simply borrowed his laptop, You were cheerful mood when all of a sudden you saw a chat bubble pop up on the lower right corner of the screen, saying "hey, handsome ❤️". trying to ignore it, but the curiosity got the best of you, and ended up looking at his messages anyways. your heart dropped, you were shocked at what you saw. Flirty and very sexual texts back and forth, even some nudes here and there. one message read as " I miss you so much, darling. I have romantic plans for you soon" he sent, "aww, I can't wait to see what you do for me, baby, but what about your wife? teehee" She sent back. "I'll just let her know, I'm going on a business trip, so no need to worry about that, just be ready for my soft kisses all over your body, I love you, see you soon❤️ ." That was two weeks ago. You were mixed with hurt and anger, tears rolling down your eyes as you read every last one of them. Sure you guys are technically not together per se, but it didn't mean it hurts less. you thought maybe he would change with having you around. That he loved you, ''you were a fool'' you thought to yourself. This is just an arrangement to pay off your debt, nothing more. Just keep a brave face, trying to calm yourself down, not to let it show that it bothers you.
After you're done cleaning up, you make your way to your husband and sit right next to him, still in thought. "Strip for me, darling," he said in a demanding voice, knocking you out of your trance. You look at him with innocent eyes. "Don't make me repeat myself, slut. I'm gonna use you like a fuck doll for my pleasure, you don't deserve love-making tonight, hell you never really deserve it" with a very harsh tone, chuckling. his eyes were hungry, dark with lust as he looks at you as if you were a helpless bunny and he was the big bad wolf, it only made you feel warm in your core. sure that statement stings a bit, but you didn't care right now, you wanted him just as much he wants you. You do as he say and stand in front of him, taking off your knee-length red dress slowly until you are on display, showing off your black revealing lingerie with high heels still on, might as well be naked at this point. All of the sudden, you had a brilliant idea. You wanted to get revenge on him somehow for what he did, you really wanted him to pay. "Hey, uh sir? " With absolutely no confidence whatsoever, it was quite pathetic actually. He looks at you like he is disgusted with you or something "what is it, pet?" As he swigs some more whiskey. "Can we try something different?" confused, but is willing to let you speak " go ahead" leans on the couch more now, getting annoyed that you are even talking right now. "I was wondering what it would be like if I was in charge for once, can we please try it out?.. um, sir" he laughs at you, making you feel embarrassed at your proposal.
"Sure, why not" he give you the familiar arrogant smirk when you met him at the train station that night, As if you were playing a game too. You couldn't help, but smile so big. First, you grab yourself a glass cup from out of the cabinet while the salesman is staring at your ass moving around, smirking, and liking what he sees. pour yourself some whiskey to help you get this liquid courage. Gulping it all down, you hiss as it burns your throat. You're not much of a drinker, but you need this right now. he watches you with a smirk on his face"Wow, so pathetic" said with a chuckle. you stand over him with arms folded giving him a mean look ."Silence, sir you need to not speak unless spoken to, got it? " shocked at your own words from the inside, but remain strong on the outside. the alcohol is kicking in for sure as it's your second glass now. He lift his arm in protest as if he was getting arrested " yes ma'am" he said in a deep voice with a confident smile still on his face that you wanted to smack off, but at the same time it made you shiver and want to give in to him like a dog in heat. Calm down, you're in charge right now, don't let him get to you, that's exactly what he wants.
"Now why don't you follow me to the bedroom, so I can tie you to the bedpost, Pig," you say to him with demanding confidence in your voice. grabbing his chin to have him look up at you from where he is sitting. Salesman trying not to lose his cool at the pet name and how you are speaking to him.he's trying to be a good sport about it, going along with it and nods "use your words, pig" you said in an angry tone. " Yes,.ma'am," he said with a smile that is unmoving, deep down there is the rage that is building up inside him. doing his best to submit, but he's pretty fucking angry right now. " Look into my eyes, not my tits next time, Jesus, you're so filthy" you let out a giggle as turning around expecting him to follow you. You sway your hip seductively more than usual, teasing the angry man behind you. Clenching his jaw, he gets up fast and follows suit. you are probably going to regret this soon enough.
#squid game smut#the salesman#the salesman x reader#salesman x reader#salesman x y/n#gong yoo#salesman imagine
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ONE BOTTLE TO BLAME
Prompt: Requested, by the lovely @jazzy-bella02 (I’m sorry this took me so long to post it, but I hope you’ll like it and thank you so much for being patient with me, honey 😘)
Word Count: Long-ish
Pairings: Jon Moxley x Reader
Warnings: +18, smut, dom x sub dynamic, oral sex (male and female receiving / 69), dirty talk, name calling (aka degradation), kinda fluff (at the end), slight angst, breath play (asphyxiation kink)
Editor: @thenightmareismyreality
Tag: @marlananicole , @bellalutionn , @sassymox , @yungbludjazz360
Notes: I just want to put this out there (before it turns into a fucking commotion): I have NOTHING against Renee , ok? I think she’s pretty awesome tbh and this is for plot purposes only! Please be reminded that this is a FICTIONAL STORY, not real life!(*This is only addressed to those who aren’t mature enough to understand that difference). If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist 😉
“Alright, Y/N it’s your turn” Darby said
“Again?” I whined
“C’mon, don’t be such a party pooper! Pretty please?” He begged, dramatically batting his lashes
I spun the bottle and to my surprise it landed on landed on Jon Moxley, the man I desperately had a crush on, but refused to admit it out loud
“I don’t want to play this anymore, thanks” I mumbled
“Don’t be so childish, Y/N. What’s the worst thing he can do?” Darby laughed, looking at Mox who smiled back
“She said she doesn't want to” Renee stated bitterly
“Leave her alone, she will play” Mox said to her as he looked at me
“That’s my man!” Darby patted his back “So, Y/N, what do you choose: the kiss or the question?” He asked
“The question” *I’ll be damned if I ever choose the first option* I thought bitterly
“Mox, go ahead” Darby grinned
“Hmm” Jon pretended to debate what to ask “Who in this circle would you really want to kiss, and why?” He smirked
*How does he know?* I thought to myself- and then while looking at Darby, realization hit me. I could see the fucker trying to hide a smile behind his cup. *Darby told him! Ooh I’m gonna kill you Darby!*
“I - ummm...Darby” I said quickly
“Darby?” Mox looked at me in disbelief, and I nodded
“Why?” He teased
“Because...I think he’s cute” I lied, oh so poorly
“Right” He chuckled “Of course you do”
“Alright Mox, it’s your turn” Darby cackled
Jon spun the bottle and to our surprise it landed on me, again!
*Oh God, this must be a joke* I thought
“What’s your choice: question or kiss?” The blonde man asked him
“Kiss” Those piercing blue eyes stared at me
“I don’t think this is fair, she just answered your question! Jon, spin the bottle again, please” Renee said
“He can’t do that! It stopped on Y/N, so she and Jon will play. It’s their turn” Darby spat
“It’s not fair-”
“Why? Because it didn’t stop on you?” Mox scoffed
She shot him a look that well, if looks could kill, he’d be a pile of ash, before saying “You’re not going to kiss her”
“Oh really?” He chuckled “And who’s gonna stop me? You? Please, Renee, don’t make me laugh”
“You have no right-” She began
“YOU have no right! We’re not together anymore, I can do whatever I want with whoever I want and that’s none of your damn business! What the fuck are you even doing here anyways? I didn’t invite you, Y/N didn’t invite you, nobody on this roster invited you. Just fuck off!”
“Don’t talk to me like that” She pretended to be upset
“Don’t fucking try me then!” He replied, almost screaming at this point
Renee stood up and quickly made her exit out the front door, with a heavy silence settling in as she left.
“So, where were we?” Jon suddenly asked “Oh yeah! My kiss” He looked at me and grinned
Darby laughed “C’mon Y/N, you know the rules”
Rolling my eyes I crawled towards him, and when I was close enough, he whispered quietly so only I could hear
“Yes baby, crawl to me”
Noticing my nervousness, he pointed to his cheek and I felt so relieved that I wouldn’t have to kiss him in front of everyone
I leaned forward to his cheek, and once I was close enough, he turned his head around and connected our lips in a loud smooch
I had never felt a greater urge to bury my face in the sand like I did in that moment.
“Hmmm, vanilla?” He asked, clearly referring to my chapstick flavor
“I like the taste, kitten” He said, licking his lips
And so the game went on, every time the cursed bottle landed on Jon and I he asked me questions that got more personal (or invasive) each time: ‘What was my favorite sex position?’, ‘The craziest place I’ve ever had sex?’, ‘Did I own a vibrator?’, ‘How often did I use it?’, ‘Did I like it rough?’, ‘Have I ever tried BDSM?’, ‘Was I a sub?’.
And before he could ask me any more questions, I leaned towards Darby and said I was going to one of his guest bedrooms. When he asked why, I simply lied, saying I wasn’t feeling very well. He nodded and I finally left that damned room and stupid game, leaving Jon Moxley behind me…
Or at least I thought so!
When I opened the guest bedroom door, there he was, sitting down at the foot of the bed, smirking at me
“Thought you could run away from me, little mouse?” He chuckled at my surprised face
“Unfortunately for you, it’s not that easy to fool me, sweetheart” He took slow, predatory steps towards me “You didn’t answer my last question, doll” He pushed my body against the door, making it close, he then proceeded to lock it as well
“What question?”
“Are you a sub?” He whispered to me
I gulped “I-I enjoy power play”
Jon smiled widely “I thought so” He leaned forward, deeply inhaling the bamboo scent of my conditioner “Everything about you screams submissive, the essence practically radiates from your soul” He looked into my eyes
“Do you have a boyfriend?” I shook my head
“Sex partner?” I shook my head once more
“Do you have a Dom, kitty kat?” He asked, softly running his fingers through my hair
“No” I panted
“Do you want one?” He smirked
“Yes, please, sir?”
Jon grinned, and the soft motions from his fingers were quickly replaced by a forceful grip
“You wanna have some fun, Y/N?”
“Yes, sir”
“You gonna be my good little slut?”
“Yes, sir”
“Gonna make my cock feel real good?”
“Yes, sir”
“Is that pussy going to belong to me when we’re done?”
“All yours, sir”
He smiled “Are you going to be my favorite whore of all time?”
“I hope so, sir”
One of his hands quickly wrapped around my neck, applying just enough pressure to make me feel slightly lightheaded
“Does this pretty little slut know how to suck a cock?”
I nodded
“Let’s see about that” He smirked “Take your clothes off”
When we were both naked, Jon laid down on the bed
“Come here, kitten” He cooed “Sit on my face and show me how good that mouth of yours can be”
I obliged and as soon as my core was close enough to his face, he wasted no time in devouring me
It all felt so good that I needed something in my mouth, to muffle my loud moans, so I leaned forward and began to suck him off. Thanks to the position I was in, I had the advantage of sliding him further down, without having to worry about my gag reflex.
Jon moaned around my clit, as he put two fingers in. The vibrations his humming was causing me were heavenly
“Fuck, feels so fucking good!” He said and slapped my ass “Y/N, I’m going to need you to cum right now” He said, slightly out of breath
“Yes, sir” I answered, with a string of spit still connecting me to his cock’s head
His sucking became harder and the pace of his fingers became rougher, and before I could realize it, my walls were pulsing around his fingers.
When I was down from my high, Jon quickly pinned me down on the mattress and placed himself behind me
“You sure can suck a dick” He chuckled on my ear “But how well can you take a cock, kitty cat?”
“Very well, sir”
“Oh” He laughed “That’s bold! I have high expectations now! You’re not going to disappoint me, are you Y/N?”
“No, sir”
“You better not” He teased, as he slowly entered me
“So fucking wet” He said, and I could hear the smile in his voice
“Who made you this wet, baby?”
“You did, sir. You always do” I confessed
“Always? So you had thought about this before?”
“Every night, sir”
“And what do you do when those thoughts come to your mind, Y/N?” He increased his pace
“I touch myself and think about you, sir”
Jon growled “I would like to see that! Do you use your vibrator?”
“Yes, sir”
“Does it make you feel good, kitten?” He whispered
“Not as good as you do, sir”
“Great answer, sweetheart” He cackled
Placing his forearm on the back of my neck to keep me in place, Jon’s thrusting pace became almost too rough, but I was loving every second of it
“My good little whore loves cock, doesn’t she?”
I answered a muffled ‘yes, sir’
“Of course she does! Look how well she’s taking me”
“Am I stretching you good enough, baby?”
“Yes, sir”
“You’re gonna cum for me?” He asked, when he felt my walls my walls clenching tighter around him
I only moaned in response
“Cum, Y/N. Right now!”
My body followed his order, releasing it all over his length
Jon quickly pulled out, and his hot cum landed on my ass
He cleaned both of us up with a warm damp towel. Laying down by my side, he pulled me up until my head rested on his chest. That was when he placed one finger underneath my chin and tilted my head up, so he could kiss my lips in such a sweet and delicate way that made me giggle softly
“What?” He asked, with a sweet smile on his lips
“I’m sorry, the switch in you made me giggle” I laughed softly
“What change?”
“You just kissed me so softly, but were fucking me mercilessly and calling me a good little slut mere minutes before that”
“I can be soft too, you know?” He blushed a little
“Awww, you’re so sweet” I pecked his lips “But I love the rough you as well, don’t worry” I winked
“Good, because I’m a man of my word and” He shifted on the bed so he could lay down on his side “That pussy is now mine...all mine!” He growled, in a teasing way
“Yes, sir” I joked
“Wanna grab some burgers when we wake up?” He asked, pulling me closer to him and resting his forehead on mine
“I’d love to”
I smiled, falling asleep minutes after Jon’s soft snoring sounds filled up the bedroom...
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More Than You Know (Spencer Reid Imagine)
Summary: After Reader goes through a life-threatening situation, the only person who can help her is the person that landed her in the situation in the first place - Spencer.
Category: Angst
Couple: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid
Content Warning: Cussing, mentions of violent attack, allusions to PTSD
Word Count: 2.1K
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Hate is a very strong word. A word that was specifically reserved for your feelings towards Spencer Reid.
You loathed that man, or should you say boy, with every fiber of your being. Ever since you joined the unit, he had it out for you. He’d brutally ignore you for long periods of time, refused to collaborate with you, and when he did acknowledge you - the attention wasn’t exactly rewarding. He’d correct you, talk over you when you tried to speak, or sometimes he’d just flat out insult you. You didn’t know what you did to provoke him or what made you so deserving of his harsh treatment, but you wouldn’t stand for it. You weren’t just going to be a doormat, so you thought: an eye for an eye. If he was going to disrespect you, you weren’t going to respect him. You had no problems playing nice, though. In fact, it was a game between the two of you. Whenever you’d have dinner at Rossi’s or there was a special occasion that the entire team attended, you two were the best of friends. It was an unspoken rule that you and Spencer were to be on your best behavior at formal functions. You’d smile at each other, compliment one another, even laugh together. It was all just an act, none of it was real, but it was fun to play. Your dynamic confused the team, but it made perfect sense to you. If Spencer treated you poorly, you would do the same. If he treated you nicely, you had no problems reciprocating a good attitude back. It was all dependent on him. His behavior dictated who he would deal with - the angel or the devil.
Today you came into work, even though you really shouldn’t have. Just a few days prior, you’d managed to dislocate your knee after an unsub surprised you from behind. And who was to blame but the genius himself who suggested, ‘Let’s split up.’ Because you two separated, you were left to trek the forest all by your lonesome and clearly, it didn’t work in your favor.
Even though you were badly wounded, you couldn’t let your paperwork build up, and you knew you’d get too distracted at home to focus on it, so you came to work late at night when you knew no one would be around to reprimand you or send you packing. You definitely should’ve been taking a break, but you were a workaholic at heart and not even a dislocated knee would change that.
When you opened the glass doors, you were pleased to see that you were all alone. With your crutches to help you, you finally got to your desk. You flicked on your desk lamp and gathered the large stack of papers from your pull out cabinet.
“You’re not supposed to be back yet.” A voice chimed from behind you.
No fucking way.
You were so pissed off at him that you didn’t even want to look at him.
“So is this where you’ve been? In the office while the rest of the team visited me in the hospital?” It was a passive-aggressive comment referring to the fact that your ‘teammate’ who was responsible for your injury didn’t even have the decency to come to the hospital to see you. It wasn’t like you particularly wanted him there but that was the least he could’ve done.
He didn’t even answer because he was so much of a scaredy cat.
“That’s what I thought.” You added, returning to your work.
It was most likely a cruel joke conceived by Hotch that Spencer’s desk was right across from yours. Because just when you thought you could do your paperwork peacefully, there he was, taking his seat in front of you. The privacy dividers weren’t tall enough to shield you from his stupid face and his stupid stares.
You’d dealt with his staring all of five minutes before finally speaking up. “Do you need something?” You sassily asked, looking right back at him as he simply stared and sipped at his coffee.
He pouted his lips a little and shrugged. “Nope. I’m good.”
Oh, so it’s gonna be like that?
“What are you even doing here?” Anger thickly coated your tone.
“Just enjoying my coffee.” He devilishly grinned. The fact that he was acting so nonchalant pissed you off even more.
You blew it off and averted your eyes from the soul-sucking devil doctor and got back to work. Apparently, it wasn’t enough to watch you while you worked, because he started sipping loudly from his mug. The slurping noise was ear-splitting. It was one of your biggest pet-peeves and somehow, Reid knew that. Loud chewers and drink slurpers had a special place in hell according to you. Reid did too, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you implode from his annoying behavior. So instead of reacting, you simply looked up from the papers, smiled, leaned over his desk, grabbed the cup from his hands, and took a long drawn out sip. You pressed your lips so hard onto the rim that it left a lipstick stain when you were done with it. You placed the cup right back onto his desk, making sure to turn the lipstick mark towards him. You sat back down with a smug look on your face.
Take that, germaphobe.
“Mmm, that was really good coffee. I needed that. Thanks a bunch, Sebastian.” Oh did you forget to mention? Rather than calling him Spencer, you’d deliberately say a different guy name that started with S just to piss him off. The first few times he actually corrected you, but after a while, he just gave up entirely. That was your first victory in the long line of battles between you and him.
Reid glared at you with dark eyes. “That was real cute. But is that all you got?”
“I mean, I could suggest splitting up while pursuing an unsub, so you’re all alone while being brutally attacked, but then again, I’m not that cruel.” You spat. You wanted him to feel your wrath. You hoped that he felt so guilty and torn up over his mistake that he couldn’t even sleep at night. You wanted him to know just how scary it was being in the dark, being beaten by someone much stronger than you, being completely alone.
As the awful memory started to replay in your mind, you felt tears pricking at your eyes. You momentarily rose from your seat, planning on composing yourself in the restroom, but you still had more to say.
“What were you even thinking, Reid? Splitting up? I mean, you of all people know what can happen when people split up. Remember Tobias?” This touched a nerve, but he didn’t get angry. No, he actually looked sorry.
“Do you know the first thing I did when he jumped me?” It was a rhetorical question so you continued to tell him. “I yelled for you. I yelled out your name three times. I needed you, Reid. I needed you, and you did nothing. Could you not hear me or were you just ignoring me like you always do?” Tears were spilling from your eyes at a million miles per second now. You wiped them away to hide your weakness and exasperatingly flung your arms.
“I thought I was gonna die, dude! I actually felt like I was on the verge of death. And you were the first person I asked for. Not Hotch. Not Morgan. Or Rossi. Or JJ. Or Prentiss. You. You were the person I wanted to come and save me, but no. You couldn’t resist letting me struggle on my own . . . I hope that haunts you at night. I hope you never forget what your negligence could’ve done. I hope you’re forever tormented by the thought of showing up to my funeral with the knowledge that you treated me like complete shit while I was alive. I hope you dwell on the image of my family crying over my dead body, while you stand there watching - knowing that you were the only person who could’ve prevented my death.” You were laying it on thick, but you didn’t even feel a single ounce of guilt. Why should you? He deserved to know that his actions had consequences. “How’s that for cruel, Reid?”
You stood up completely using your crutches to hobble to the bathroom. You were finished with your sermon and it felt good to speak and not be interrupted by him. To release all the pent up anger you harbored. Reid was at a complete loss for words, just as he should’ve been. And just before you exited the glass doors, you turned around.
“You know, what the worst part is? That even after all of that, I was still ready to console you and tell you that it wasn’t your fault after I came out of surgery. I was ready to forgive you at the hospital. But you didn’t even have the heart to be there . . . now I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive you.”
You pushed the doors open and didn’t look back. Heading for the bathroom, you staggered as fast as your one foot and two crutches could carry you. When you finally got there, your upper body collapsed onto the sink and the crutches fell out from under your arms. The mirror exposed your appearance to yourself and it was horrifying how you barely recognized yourself.
Your eyes were red and swollen from crying, with the right one still faintly black and blue from a fading bruise. Your face was covered in scratches that came from the twigs you squirmed in while trying to escape. There was a small band aid on the bridge of your nose where he punched you to silence you after you called Reid’s name for the third time. The sounds of your own muffled cries and labored breathing repeated in your mind over and over again. You could actually feel his hands around your neck suffocating you again. You were breathless from crying so hard. Your wails ricocheted off the bathroom walls. The only stability you had came from clutching the sink as your body rocked back and forth with each sob. Had you wept any louder, you wouldn’t have heard the bathroom door open. In the mirror, you could see Reid silently approaching.
“Get out!” You screeched. He didn’t listen and instead came even closer with outstretched arms.
“No! I hate you!” You backed away from him and right into a wall. You had nowhere to go with his frame completely blocking you from escaping. “I hate you!” You repeated, beating his chest with the side of your balled up fists.
“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” You screamed. Each beat on his chest grew weaker and weaker as you succumbed to the pain.
“I know. I know,” He softly answered. “Come here, Y/N.” Putting his arms around you. This time, you didn’t stop him. He held you in his arms, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. You couldn’t hug him back yet. Your hands stayed glued to your sides while your cries started subsiding.
“I’m -” He choked up before he could even say the rest. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
His shaky voice made you whimper. He was genuinely sorry, but it didn’t change things.
“I hate you.” You muttered once more. This one didn’t sound as violent as the previous ones. You’d repeated it so many times it lost its meaning because it wasn’t true. It wasn’t a word specifically reserved for Reid anymore, because you didn’t hate him. Not at all.
Reid heard the change of tone in your voice and squeezed you even harder.
He didn’t hate you either.
Slowly, you accepted his hug. At first, your palms were flat against his shoulder blades, but eventually, you let your arms wrap around his neck completely.
“I don’t know if I can do this job anymore.” You honestly confessed. It was true. Ever since the attack, it started pervading your every breath. Not a second went by that you didn’t think about it. It was at the front of your mind at all times.
“You’re so much stronger than you think - more than you know.” Spencer told you. You wanted to believe him. You wanted his words to help, but they couldn’t. It wasn’t enough.
“When is it finally time to give up?” This was a question that had been on your mind a lot as of recently. At what point do you bow out? When is it time to call it quits? How do you know when you’ve had enough? How do you know how much more you can take before you break? Was there an answer to any of that? Apparently so.
“Growing might feel like breaking at first, Y/N.”
Courage is not having the strength to go on; it is going on when you don’t have the strength.
- Theodore Roosevelt
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MATCHUP FOR:
@bandofbrothersandsisters
I'm 5'5, tattooed, chubby, female (she/her) and bisexual, I'd say my most defining trait is my maternal spirit (I need to know that everyone is okay all the time, I'll feed you, cuddle you whatever), my main flaws are I never stand up for myself (I'm such a pushover) and I am super self-critical, I love reading and writing (but like a lot of my hobbies if I'm not immediately the best at it, I don't like doing it) Some bonus stuff: INFP, Hufflepuff, Leo sun, Leo moon, Sag rising, I prefer cats over dogs, I bounce my leg and play with my earrings when I'm anxious
From Band Of Brothers I Ship You With:
Joe Toye
Ship dynamic:
Pure Soul x Will Kill For Her™
Quote:
«The words 'You are enough' sound particularly soothing when they fall from your lips.»
Joe meets you and mentally lists all the things he immediately likes about you. Your tattoos are on the top three, he thinks they make you a tough motherfucker.
Your body shape and your caretaker nature come close behind.
The first one because you're adorably hot, and the second one because you're genuinely a good person, and Joe respects that.
Like, that really makes him hold you in high esteem whilst simultaneously triggering profound fondness for you.
Words aren't his strong side, so he doesn't quite know how to approach you to flirt, and he goes asking for advice, probably to Guarnere.
That wasn't his best idea; he 100% ends up messing up the first time he tries to ask you out and he turns into a nervous mess.
Bet your maternal instincts kick in, even if him approaching you is low-key making yourself anxious.
You reassure him and he goes trying again, this time successfully because you calmed him down.
Soon he finds out having you around makes his constant aggressive state decrease. Bet he doesn't know what to do with that but he kinda likes it? And he loves likes you, so he won't question it much.
He's not short-tempered like Liebgott, so you won't catch him jumping on people randomly; actually, he'd most likely be the one pulling his friends out of fights. However.
HOWEVER.
Good Lord helps whoever tries to hurt you. Or upset you. Or take advantage of you.
Listen girl, he's going to break someone's legs if he sees you Not Vibing in any situation, because he Must Protect.
Forehead kisses. Lots of forehead kisses. Specially with his hand on your back or around you.
It's his own little way of saying "you're safe, I'm with you" because, again, he's not the best with words, but he still wants to let you know he's by your side.
Lots of eye contact. He likes to gaze into your eyes.
Just like you ease his belligerence, he helps with your anxiety. Despite being Angry™ he's got a very soothing vibe to him. His touch helps your anxiety tone down a bit.
Cue lots of hand holding and keeping you casually close to him on a daily basis.
Hand on your leg when it's bouncing, not to hold it still, just to reassure you.
He's going to scold you whenever you're extra self critical and tell you all the things you do right because he keeps track of all of them.
He wants you to read to him. Whatever you like. He also requests your help with reading and writing probably, but it takes him A LOT to do it because you know, he has a 'I don't need help' reputation.
You see through that and take extra care of him. Please be gentle with this man, he's internally a softie.
Having him around eventually gives you the strength to start to stand up for yourself. Baby steps though, and he's super proud of you when you slowly but surely show signs of it.
He secretly wants you to cuddle him. A lot. And he really enjoys you taking care of him, it makes him feel like he doesn't have to be tough all the time.
One day he'll randomly bring you a stray cat and go "this is your child now".
He gifted you the cat because he loves to see you taking care of anything and everything, and you know, the cat probably takes care of you too.
#important side note: I love your astrology placements pleaseee#band of brothers fandom#band of brothers i ship you with#band of brothers matchup#joe toye
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Dearly beloved Sparkle, what is it you write?
Absolute nonsense.
Stories - very plot driven, actually developed stories. The work I write here will mostly feature male idols. Some of the things I write do not focus on the featured idol because that’s not the point of my writing. I don’t really like to say I write “for” NCT and Stray Kids because they are not the reason I write or what I’m writing for. I like to write funky stories and these are my little muses that I fold in according to what I want, but most of the time my stories I write about them.
Smut - ok I write lots of this. Guilty as charged. Female reader, because I am a woman and I want to write about the experiences I want to immerse in, based on my previous experiences and my fantasies, including all the things I am able to associate with my anatomy. I draw heavily on things I can relate to/experience, and I don’t want to misrepresent anything that I have no knowledge of.
I make stupid cat edits sometimes too.
Oh, great and beloved Mistress Sparkle, what kind of smut do you write?
I write involving several tropes and elements. I like to have lots of setting to any sort of sex scene, and sex isn't just about actions, as many people write. I like reasoning and justifying, delving deep into why people like certain things, why kinks are gratifying and fulfilling. The things we enjoy in sex aren’t just because they feel good. The most rewarding sexual practices answer to things that are fundamentally psychological. Degradation isn’t hot “just because”, getting choked and spanked doesn’t actually feel good as a stand alone activity - so why do they feel good in certain sexual scenarios?
Most people do things just on the surface, don’t really explore themselves and their feelings, or those of their partner. We live in a superficial world and never question the why’s and the significance of things. The majority of the smut I read is very exploitative, and replicates tropes because (and this is evident in the way it’s written) the writer has been told that X or Y trope or kink is good and they ‘should’ represent it as the peak of sex.
Sex is very poorly represented in this circle, and its always boiled down to binary sub/dom dynamics, aaaand that’s not what happens in the real world nor what I think is most enjoyable in fantasies. Sure, power dynamics are there, but it doesn’t always have to be center stage, nor does it have to be a zero sum thing. It’s all very fluid and flexible, and people unfortunately learn about sex in a way that’s very odd to me. So I try to show different elements that are realistically represented, with all of those emotional components that show us why something feels oh so good.
I primarily enjoy soft femdom. And no, contrary to what you’ve read, the end goal of femdom isn’t latex and whips and chains (even though that sounds great). I am comfortable with most kinks and practices, except those which are evidently immoral. I’m pretty open and I’m not going to act all puritanical and judge anyone.
However, I am very uncomfortable with scenarios where there would be a female insert in a very submissive role with harsh elements like bondage/restriction, impact play, and degradation. You can talk to me about it and we can talk about it in a conversation - but my issue comes with people expecting me to write this or demanding it. I don’t have to explain why, just refrain from doing so because I don’t like it.
Oh wise Sparkle, what groups/members do you like to incorporate in your writings?
For now, I’ve included NCT and Stray Kids. There are several members I like to include in certain things depending on the type of dynamic/scenario I can see them being compatible with. That means, I won’t write everything for everyone - except maybe Hyunjin because I could make all of my writings about my Mr. Sexy Spaghetti Man.
I won’t write for all members, especially not ones that are younger or that I don’t get creative vibes with.
Sparkle, why are you Sparkle?
Because the internet is where we have fun and I can’t be a cat in real life despite wanting to. But in all honesty, I think it’s cute and I don’t really want people to know of me as a person on here. I might have had some TMI slips here and there, like revealing my (formerly) very hot (pre-covid) face, but I don’t want anyone to know much about me here. There is only one person here who knows my name and it was an ACCIDENT.
Sparkle, can you tell us about yourself?
No.
Ok, maybe a little.
I’m in my early-mid-20s. I’m a former hot girl turned quarantine potato, honestly I used to be so hot. Enjoy your 21st year of life as it were the last because after that all of the hangovers and bad mistakes leave a scar on your soul and you’ll get wrinkly and less cool.
Other than my gorge k-boys I love all sorts of pop divas. I adore RuPaul’s Drag Race, cats, coffee (iced, bitter, and black, like my frigid heart), Britney Spears, history, economics, languages. I like nature stuff in general, plants, animals, things like kayaking and hiking when I’m not in potato mode.
My hobbies include crafts like sewing and embroidery, assembling miniature houses, watching freaky movies, finding cat memes, and crying.
I have a concerning obsession with horror films and zombies.
What kind of music does Sparkle listen to with her furry ears?
My music taste varies. It’s either the soundtrack of the life of an anti-war Woodstock hippie or a Studio 54 frequent Halstonette. 60s/70s/80s. I like R&B, soul, jazz (not that nyc white people elevator jazz, but the real jazz), disco, glam rock, classic rock, pop rock, whatever the hell you’d use to describe David Bowie and his unicorn space trips, that stuff Prince did that probably made lots of babies, and Queen.
I adore pop divas - Britney above all. I really like the Weeknd too.
K-pop isn’t what I listen to the most and there are veeeery few songs that I listen to and go “omg wow”. I actually enjoy girl groups more than boy groups.
Precious Sparkle, do you take requests?
Sort of/not really. Feel free to drop an idea/request and I’ll elaborate on it if it’s something I’d like to write. I won’t write everything. I also don’t like receiving a bullet list of steps to follow and what to include that are followed up by “when are you going to do my request?”.
Some of my series have been a result of requests, or I answer them as minifics. Maybe I’ll tweak some of the things you include.
That’s all folks.
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I think both Magnus and Alec have a big part of their lifes that have nothing to do with eachother. Okey, they are happily married and the live together but anyway... What about their hobbies? What about their own personal projects? Friends/queerplatonic relationships? I want to know who they are, besides of great politic leaders or someone's husband
i mean, i agree. i hate it when ppl reduce magnus and alec to malec or just generally care more about the romantic relationships than the other ones, nevermind bothering to develop other aspects of their lives that are just... theirs
to be fair i feel like we got a reasonable amount of that for them (for shadowhunter’s standarts of giving us content anyway). i mean, less for alec but that kinda makes sense considering that he’s spent most of his life avoiding any kind of close relationships that weren’t with his siblings like the plague and generally being, like, raised in a military based society with the weight of the world on his shoulders and also gay. but i totally agree that we should have gotten more of him getting out of his shell and finding hobbies and friends beyond just a romantic relationship. and for magnus, well, we know that he likes physics and science and studying magic as a whole, and dancing, and we know about his friends aka catarina and ragnor and raphael and dot, we know about his found family and his club and that he likes parties and good food and drinks, travelling, and meeting new people and cultures. you know?
but anyway, other headcanons with little things about their lives:
alec is totally the workout gay who likes fucking, idk jogging every morning and shit, and for some reason i can see him being into mountain climbing???? and magnus is like No Thank You. I Will Do Literally Anything Else because yikes the amount of effort and sweat and it’s just generally unpleasant. magnus is far from being sedentary, but also, no. yikes
he’s more into taking long walks in nice places and admiring the view and shit like that and he’s all like “isn’t it great? :)” and alec is like “haha yeah how far are we” because he’s just... goal-oriented and when he’s doing sports he likes to have a clear goal, something to achieve, or to push himself to his limits and all that bullcrap. while magnus likes to do it for the sake of doing it and enjoying himself and getting in contact with his own body & mind & soul and shit. they find some sort of enjoyment in it with the way alec always makes magnus laugh with his grumpiness + inability to truly understand what this whole thing is about + just general himboness, but as a whole, magnus likes to take his walks alone, so he can get that space for himself. and he’s definitely not joining in when alec is doing his weird sportsman training gimmick whatever-thing, either
same with tai-chi! magnus tried to get alec into it (altho somewhat awkwardly since magnus does magical tai chi and alec very much does not have magic) but it just, didn’t work out. one second into it and alec was already making that painfully concentrated face and he’s stiff as a board and it’s the opposite of what it’s supposed to be and magnus breaks down laughing and alec is all offended and they just can’t get past a few seconds and end up giving up. alec is the bitch who sits down to medidate and is immediately like BOY I AM GONNA GET IN TOUCH WITH MY INNER SELF SO FAST AND HARD FUCKING WATCH ME I’M GONNA BE THE BEST MEDIDATOR THIS SIDE OF THE PACIFIC FUCKING OOHMMM BITCH. introspective arts are just not for him
i like to think that alec gets closer to aline, and i can see him and helen hitting it off, too. like seriously guys let alec have friends who aren’t just magnus’ friends (and let magnus have friends that are HIS friends, too)
i know underhill is implied to become his friend but also, like..... he’s so boring i just can’t have any hcs for them as friends daoijsdaiouja i think they have more of a solidarity, nodding when walking past each other in the halls thing than actual friendship you know
obviously there’s alec’s siblings as he will always be the one izzy loves the most and she will always be one of the most important people for him, and even as magnus and izzy totally are friends too, she is still alec’s sister and they make it a point to see each other, just the two of them, at least once a week. izzy always smiles and loops her arm through his and alec’s immediately huffing but he loves it and she knows that he loves it. she was like, his only source of physical contact for so long, and god he really needed it and he loved her for giving it to him even as he pretended it was something he hated. neither of them want to shake that habit, so it stays
but there’s also a particular brand of friendship magnus has with her that alec doesn’t. like when they get all weird about dead bodies or go shopping? alec’s out
magnus does a lot of studying (mostly languages, physics, and chemistry, as well as magic) so he has his own study room (plus the apothecary) that’s a whole damn mess filled with books and notes scattered around and shit and alec is not allowed in because he always wants to organize it and GOD FUCKING DAMN IT IT’S NOT DISORGANIZED I KNOW WHERE EVERYTHING’S SUPPOSED TO BE and if alec moves a single pen, magnus Will Know About It
in exchange he always keeps the door closed or spelled so alec doesn’t have to look at it
obviously there’s archery, which is something alec loves to do and practice, especially as he starts to get more into the bureaucratic parts of shadowhunting. he needs his bow and arrow to feel connected to himself and his body and safe, and he also has his own practicing room. magnus can do archery fine, but it’s not really among his interests
magnus of course has his regular meetings with the immortal squad and his breakfasts with raphael :) not that raphael isn’t part of the immortal squad but they also enjoy having a time just for the two of them. they are father and son after all, and besides, they lived together for quite a while, and the dynamics of them versus them + ragnor + cat are different
while magnus loves taking alec with him in his trips and to art galleries and out to eat in great restaurants and shit, they both know it’s something that alec, while very curious to know about, does not appreciate the same way that he does. not more or less, just, differently. if they go to an art gallery, magnus is gonna be looking at every piece and musing and maybe talking about the painters of x and y movement that he knew, and analyzing the technique or whatever. alec is less interested in the paintings themselves and more in the artists, what their life was like, what the period/place they lived in was like, how that shaped their art, you know? like he’s just not a very visual person haha me projecting never so what interests him is more outside of the paintings than inside. so even when they go to these places together, they’re just having completely different experiences? and a lot of the time they end up straying and meeting each other later, where they’ll chat and generally be ridiculous. but the both of them also enjoy going to those on their own or with their friends who Get It, you know? because again just completely different rhythms and interests and stuff
i feel like they both enjoy trashy television, but like, in completely different ways? like magnus loves him a terrible sitcom even if he’ll never admit it, where alec is more into like..... really bad and dramatic mystery shows
they both enjoy watching reality shows though. magnus wasn’t that huge on it before, but with alec? man, that’s a riot. he’ll judge absolutely everyone and make faces and just generally be fucking hilarious
ok i know that i’m talking about things they do together but my goal here is to talk about like... who they are and what their interests are individually, even if they are together, you know? and not like, As An Unit
magnus loves music and recitals and dance shows of all kinds. also, street art! i feel like that’s something him, cat, and maia have in common
speaking of cat; there are always His Cats. like sure they like alec fine but as soon as magnus is home they all immediately flock to him. it’s like alec never existed. goodbye, tall person
tbh i feel like raphael is totally an animals person and soon the dumort kind of turns into like, a sort of animal shelter? like magnus gives him the idea and all the vampires are naturally drawn to the idea of the dumort becoming a place for the strays of the world, especially if it means they get some company.... and maybe warm cuddles. anyway, my point is, magnus loves to visit the dumort and play with the cats and dogs that are there from time to time and he’s so proud of raphael and what he’s doing with the place and i just aaa :’)
i feel like alec would have an interest in technology? like he’d be that bitch who Knows tech (probably started because of his job, but soon he found that he like, actually has an interest in it?) and who cleans his keyboard every day and only gets licensed programmes and takes care of his laptop like those guys who are weird about cars
lmao for some reason i can totally picture him and aline bonding over that?
oh man alec would be into PUZZLES. word puzzles, jigsaw puzzles, the whole grandpa shit. he doesn’t do it often but when he does, he’s just At It. him and madzie can play with jigsaw puzzles for hours and wouldn’t remember to eat. she visits one day and is like I Got A 3D Puzzle and alec is just like neat! and they just sit down and do it until they have to be forced to bed or something. then at like precisely 6AM their eyes snap open like It’s A New Day, Puzzle Time and it just keeps being like this until they’re done
also there’s magnus’ morning routine, of course, especially since he doesn’t really have a schedule, and as sociable as he is he does enjoy some alone time to make himself some breakfast, do some tai chi, maybe read a book or comic, and all that. alec is just snoring the whole time completely passed out when it’s not a work day, tbh
okay that’s all i have actually doasdiad i hope it isn’t too much or disappointing or whatever. also, if anyone else wants to add their own headcanons for alec’s and magnus’ hobbies, feel free to do so :)
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*** TAPS MIC *** is this thing on ???
name / alias : shiloh / love , lilo , lo , shi , etc. i wish i was a tvd heretic.
gender / pronouns : demigirl / she/they
where ya from ? : new jork titty
the current time : 9:12pm
height : 5′4
job or major : i just graduated !! i have a degree in web development
pet ( s ) : one dog , one cat. love them both sm. my puppy hasn’t been doing so great health wise , but i think her neck is starting to get better.
favorite thing ( s ) about yourself : myyyyyyyyy fat ASS ! and idk i’m very empathetic
meaning behind url : i just like the word lover and fm seems to be the trend these days sdhfjsdk
last thing you googled : i got curious about how fetuses feel while in the womb so i started googling fetal movement in the second trimester . i don’t have an excuse fhsdjkfjks
birthday / zodiac : valentine’s day / aquarius
in your opinion , does your sign suit you ? : uhhhhhh sometimes. aquarius seems to have the reputation of being heartless or desensitized and i’m like. the most sensitive person in the world lmao
myers - briggs : infp
moral alignment : chaotic stupid
hogwarts house : hufflepuff
three fictional character ( s ) you see yourself in + why : i think i’d rather list the parts of my muse list that resonate with me ..... like for example , i see my loyalty , urge to lead , tendency to isolate in hope mikaelson ; i see my devotion , sensitivity , and mental illness in chloe price ; i see my ‘on the outside’ feeling + loneliness in eleven ; i see my passion for change , anger for racial inequality , and strong desire to feel safe as a black woman in the world in mj ; i see my smartass mouth , dramatic flair , and chaotic tendences in sirius black. just little pieces of me in each of my idiots.
as far as characters i don’t play ..................... jake peralta & nymphadora tonks just about sum me up
i started roleplaying : i was like. thirteen.
types of rps i enjoy : all kinds ! however , i don’t prefer novella groups. i like groups where i can explore family dynamics , as i’m a sucker for those.
fondest roleplay memory : uhhh idk about fondest of like all time but rn i have a 1x1 where they’re having a baby even tho they’re broken up , and they just got back together. emo. soulmate tings. mayhaps i’m obsessed with them , which is weird , since i don’t usually get into set ships. u didn’t hear that from me tho
canon ships you can’t help but love : broooo luke x lorelai of gilmore girls was my first otp and i’ll die obsessed with them. emma swan x killian jones , chloe price x max caulfield , m.j. x peter parker , hope mikaelson x landon kirby .... yes , i’ll die on my stefan salvatore x caroline forbes boat
trope ( s ) you tend to be guilty of : cute bruiser is probably my most used trope HJFKSFDS
i prefer . . .
angst , smut , or fluff : fluff & smut are tired for first
long or short replies : ngl , i like when things start off short. if they gradually or naturally lengthen , that’s totally cool
pre plotting or chemistry : i love both. a lot. but i won’t commit to a ship without chemistry
sentence starters or headcanon memes : sentence starters
single muse or multimuse blogs : i used to be VERY anti mumu blogs ... now i can’t imagine not using them. my god. so much easier.
gif icons , medium gifs , or static icons : gif icons.
grab the book nearest to you and pull a quote from it : my bookshelf is too tightly packed for me to pull anything off casually fshfkshfds
what’s a quote or song lyric that speaks to your soul ? : until the lion tells his side of the story , the tale of the hunt will always glorify the hunter.
last movie you watched : the princess and the frog
did you like it ? : OF COURSE
favorite movie ( s ) of all time : catch me if you can , gone girl , wolf of wall street , and ofc all of the disney movies ever.
favorite tv show ( s ) of all time : stranger things , the originals , gilmore girls , sabrina the teenage witch , living single , etc.
favorite tv show that hasn’t ended : at the moment ? the 100
favorite series of books : harry potter + the lunar chronicles
sports team ( s ) you rep : what is a sport.
favorite video game ( s ) : the last of us + life is strange. animal crossing , the sims , beyond: two souls are up there , too.
favorite youtube channels : bailey sarian , plumbella , cherry wallis , drew gooden , and the take
put your music on shuffle. what six songs pop up ? :
1. no more bad days by this wild life
2. seventeen by marina & the diamonds
3. undrunk by fletcher
4. affluenza by conan gray
5. psycho by mia rodriguez
personal aesthetic : i really don’t know. i feel like i’m all over the place. is organized chaos an aesthetic ? or just a lifestyle .
dream vacation ? : the maldives
dream job ? : i do not dream of labor .
dream car ? : a volkswagen thing
if i could live anywhere , it’d be : manhattan
favorite musical : HADESTOOOOWNNNNNN . anastasia comes in at a second
favorite food ( s ) : rn i’m eating a churro so it’s a churro
coffee order : 2 large cold brews , creme brulee style
unwatched stuff in your netflix / hulu / etc : grey’s anatomy harasses me every fuckin dayyyyy. i started watching hollywood tho
i know wayyyyy tooo much about true crime. i can talk about it until i die.
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Soul of a Warrior. Chapter 11: Overflown
Fandom: The Witcher
Ship: Jaskier x Nissa (OC)
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A/N: These are some of my favorite Jasnissa (Jaskier + Nissa, do you all like the ship name? :D) interactions in the series! I hope you enjoy reading!
Panic takes over my blissful serenity when I come to my senses. My head is pounding. I can’t remember what happened or when I went to sleep. I stir a bit, yet freeze when I meet with something warm and firm against me. I open my eyes and look over my shoulder. Jaskier peacefully sleeps behind me, with his arm dangled over my waist. My mind races, urgently trying to recover memories from yesterday. It is blank. Not being able to remember anything worries me. I think hard, shutting my eyes tight in concentration.
Geralt got hurt. We treated him. That sorceress, Yennefer, was here too. She and Geralt argued. He shouted at me when I tried to reassure him about how they actually loved each other despite it all. And then… I returned to Jaskier. We drank. A lot. That is all.
“J-Jaskier?” I utter, hoping in our drunkenness we didn’t do anything… intimate. At least we are still fully clothed, which contributes to calm me down.
He only hums quite happily and snuggles even closer to me. I blush. Fortunately, we didn’t seem to do anything. Not that I wouldn’t want to, but… Wait, do I want to? Well, perhaps, but not when I am not fully aware, when I can’t even remember it.
I sigh, resolved to enjoying his closeness. As quietly as possible, I shift to be facing him. Jaskier is smiling in his sleep, looking quite adorable. I smile myself and snuggle closer. His arms unconsciously tighten around me. My heart flutters. A new feeling takes over me, threatening to make me addicted to it. It is so unbelievably wonderful. I have to hold back the urge to lovingly push his hair out of his eyes. It tangles with his eyelashes.
Geralt’s words suddenly echo in my mind. Despite his harsh ways and high volume, he was right about one thing: it is stupid to conceal our feelings. Even if I am still not sure about Jaskier’s, I might as well try my luck by confessing to him. Easier said than done, though. I picture the scene, of professing my undying love for him. He would only flirt back and not take it seriously. If I insisted, he might laugh. Jaskier would think I was teasing and not believe me when I admitted that my feelings were true. Even if he did, could he reciprocate them? Would he reject me and ruin our wonderful dynamic?
Groaning in frustration, I hold on to his shirt. Stupid bard. This wouldn’t be so hard if he was more sincere. Is his flattering honest or just a façade? I have seen him flirt with other women, why would I be any different from all of them?
“Mm… Hey” A somnolent voice welcomes me, inviting me to look up into his eyes.
I chuckle as he watches me through one eye, rubbing the other to sober up. Just a glance at his angelic face and my vexation disappears, especially when he looks so sleepy and he still smiles at me. I can’t quite explain why, but it feels… magical. All of this.
“Did I wake you?” I gently tug at his shirt and he shakes his head.
“How are you feeling?” Jaskier asks, much to my surprise.
I gawk at him, but he only examines my expression. Did I miss something? Oh, gods… Did something actually happen last night? Did I somehow hurt myself? Did I say something that perhaps upset and worried him?
“Why would you ask?”
“Well” He makes a pause, laughing a little. “You were quite… giddy…”
“Oh, dear…” I cover my face with my hands in anticipation. “What happened?”
“You see, heartbroken by Geralt’s boorish manners, you came to me” The drowsiness slowly leaves his face as he smirks. “And I looked after you when you drank wine like it was water and you were stranded on a desert”
“You drank too” I complain, though his grin doesn’t leave off.
“Unlike you, my fair Nissa, I can hold my liquor” He taps my nose with one finger and I scrunch it. “I didn’t drink that much in any case”
“Ugh…” Just imagining the events that could have taken place, I cringe in embarrassment.
“I brought you here to the room and made sure you were alright. You know, like a gentleman” His deeds lose significance the more he gloats about them. “You felt a bit sick, so I put you to bed”
I observe him in search of signs that prove he is making it up. He only tilts his head innocently.
“If you are lying to me…”
“I would never!”
Before I can make up my mind about the veracity of his tale, the door roughly swings open. I groan and shrink closer to Jaskier when a headache throbs in my temples as a result of the loud noises. He protectively holds me closer.
“You’re awake” I didn’t quite appreciate the low volume of Jaskier’s tender voice until Geralt came along being loud and crude. “We’re leaving”
“We’re not talking to you” Jaskier proudly says, not even looking his direction.
I have a full view of the witcher from my spot. He stares at the bard’s back without a word. One of his grunts echoes around the silent room. Tempting Jaskier, Geralt doesn’t move a muscle. As expected, the curiosity gets the better of him and the bard looks at his friend over the shoulder.
“Where are we going, exactly?”
“I thought you weren’t talking to me”
“And bless you with absolute silence?” I sarcastically tell him, sitting up on the bed. “Not a chance, witcher”
“Hm…” Geralt only says, refusing to make eye contact with me. Still, he does not apologize. And I doubt he ever will.
“Uh… well?” Jaskier sits up too, awkwardly glancing between the both of us. “Where are we off to?”
“The outskirts”
“That sounds fun”
“Yen is taking us there”
So they have worked things out after all. How ironic that his outburst was for naught.
“What?!” The bard jumps to his feet, a hand falling over his hip. “Absolutely not!”
My head pounds, although that is not the only reason why I grumble. I find myself bearing certain hostility towards Yennefer myself. Even if she hasn’t personally attacked me as Jaskier claimed she has him, it is her mere presence in the group that disrupts our entire dynamic. With Geralt especially, who loses his mind whenever she is around.
“Why on earth is she taking us there?” I stand myself, stopping beside Jaskier.
“She wants to go to a nearby intersection” Geralt briefly explains. “It will probably be swarming with monsters”
Jaskier blinks repeatedly, surely holding back a snarky remark on the matter. Instead he grins sarcastically.
“I see” He says as he nods vehemently. “So you, ever her loyal protector, insisted on accompanying her. How did that work out for you, Geralt?”
He must have been painfully accurate, because the witcher only groans.
“We must go, Nissa” Jaskier takes me by the arm and goes ahead of him. “To make sure she doesn’t spill venom all over and poison him”
I look back just in time to see Geralt rubbing his temples and arming himself with patience.
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A small river runs alongside us, and its music accompanies us as we walk. Sporadic sprouts of green vegetation cover the brown soil. The ground is soft under our boots. It feels as though we could dig to reach the power hidden beneath, yet that won’t be necessary in the presence of a mage. Yennefer now leads the way, and although an outsider would think she was wandering, the sorceress seems to know what she is doing. The horses are restless when we stop and search, which alludes to the presumed large amount of power contained in here. A few cats calmly sit around as well, seemingly attracted by the very same thing.
“Uh… forgive my ignorance” Jaskier pipes up. “But… what is an intersection, exactly?”
I remain silent, because even if I have a vague notion about what they are, I wouldn’t be able to put it into words. Especially not with how sluggish I feel at the moment. Geralt steps right in, however, expertly teaching us more on the matter.
“They’re places from which mages can draw power” He responds, although his eyes never once leave Yennefer. The latter stops walking and stares at her hands, and she grins widely.
“It’s here” She confirms, facing her palms to the ground.
Geralt pulls out his sword, vigilant to our surroundings, and nods in her direction. He has her back. The sorceress then closes her eyes. She doesn’t move from the spot, but she looks focused. Jaskier sighs in boredom next to me, leaning an elbow on my shoulder. It is indeed uneventful, not the adventure I expected. Had I known we would be watching Yennefer just standing there, I would have stayed in the inn and sulked, perhaps prepare a witty speech to scold Geralt... or just continue to enjoy that closeness with Jaskier.
“So…” He mutters in my direction. “How’s your hangover?”
I bite my lip in self-restraint, only further irritated by his smirk.
“Quit your smugness, bard”
“What smugness? It was a genuine question”
“Well, I am going to genuinely wipe that smirk off your face”
"I care about you, Nissa, I was only... Wait, what was that sound?”
“Don’t change the subject now”
“No, really… I heard something…”
I open my mouth to complain, too tired to put up with it. And then I hear it too, some sort of growling sound. Geralt calls attention to it soon after.
“Archespores!” He warns us before lunging towards a disgusting looking plant that emerges from the ground with a hissing sound. It is nearly camouflaged amongst the vegetation. “Be careful, they are poisonous!”
“Jaskier!” I hurriedly push him off me. “Protect the horses!”
While he stumbles back to go do what I asked him to, I study my surroundings. Geralt is easily fighting off those creatures as he expertly swings his blade, protecting Yennefer while she takes the power from the intersection. I take my sword, which I have been carrying lately since training with Geralt. Unlike the witcher, who fends up the poisonous spikes that the archespores throw, I can only try to fight them off as best I can. I swing my sword in a pathetic attempt to deflect them, though it isn’t quite as effective as when Geralt does it. I grit my teeth and take a step back.
“Nissa, look out!” Jaskier’s voice sounds extremely close to me.
Everything seems to happen slowly. Thanks to his warning, I manage to see one of the creatures approach me. An arcespore has suddenly protruded from the ground to my right, and so I cut through it precisely in time to avoid myself getting hurt. I cut off its stem and kick it to push it away from me. It drags across the ground like a disgusting reptile. I exhale in relief. However, Jaskier had thrown himself forward in an attempt to warn me.
The archespore that I cut off is headed is way now. When he yelps, Geralt calls his name. The witcher’s hand is stretched out in his direction, flexing his fingers in a very specific way. I know what will happen before it occurs. I am not quick enough to stop it. Indeed, Geralt’s sign violently sends Jaskier flying back and slamming his back on the ground. While his landing is rough and he gasps when his body meets the hard surface, I can tell Geralt was only trying to get him out of harm’s way.
As soon as the path is free, the witcher casts fire upon the creature. The archespore shrieks, though it doesn’t die. It is adamant on hurting us, returning to its target. My hearts is pounding in my chest, though skips a beat when Jaskier screams in pain.
“Jaskier!” I quickly glance at him to see he is still on the ground, groaning and clutching his side. If he doesn’t move, he’ll get hurt. “Hold on!”
While Geralt prepares to cast the sign again, I stand between Jaskier and the archespore. My hands are trembling and hinder the simple task of wielding my sword. Fortunately, Geralt rids us of the creature with the summoning of his fire sign. Another one has erupted from the ground close to Jaskier’s head, and so I don’t hesitate to cut off its stem and kick it as far away as possible. Then I glance at him as the bard writhes in pain.
“Hang on, Jaskier!” I insist, even though when I look again, the chaos has died down. The archespores have all being taken care of. Geralt stands in the middle of it all, silver sword dripping with archespore juice. Yennefer triumphantly sighs next to him, breathing heavily after canalizing the power this place offered her.
“Everyone okay?” The witcher’s eyes sweep around.
“No!” Jaskier exclaims, holding his hand up as a cry for help. “I might be dying”
“Jas…” I worriedly call him, rushing to kneel by his side. “What happened?”
“Geralt threw me across with his witchering” He whines, wincing and clutching his side.
“Uh… yeah…” The witcher mutters, approaching us. “I was trying to get you away from the archespore”
“Are you bleeding?” I ask Jaskier, looking him up and down for signs of injury.
“No, but…” He sharply breathes in, groaning in pain. “I-I think I broke something”
I have a haunting suspicion that it’s his ribs. While I carefully move his hands away, I feel Geralt and Yennefer hovering over me, watching the bard. I push his doublet to the side to have better access to his injury. Jaskier yelps in pain when my fingers gingerly press there where he was clutching. I bow my head, confirming my early diagnosis. At least this is something quite simple and my many hours dedicated to studying have been useful on the matter.
“You broke some ribs” I carefully palpate, feeling the bone under his shirt.
“Ugh, brilliant...” He fidgets in the spot, still not daring to sit up further.
“You’ll survive” Yennefer tiredly tells him behind me.
I sneak my hands under his shirt to properly feel the fracture. He immediately shrinks away from my touch.
“Ah, your hands are cold!” Before I can ask him to suck it up, he sighs and presses my hands against his side. “It's quite nice, actually”
“We should get you some ice” I still check his ribs, counting two broken bones. It is a relief that they are the lower ribs, since the higher ones are closer to the lungs and the heart and could have complicated things by breaking, being so close to the organs.
“Let’s go back” Geralt offers Jaskier a hand, which he immediately takes. Quite easily, he is pulled to his feet.
I stand up myself, watching him carefully. Jaskier still holds a hand to his side. Broken ribs are indeed extremely painful as well as a slow healing process. He drags his feet across the ground, carrying himself differently as he tries to favor his injury. His hand never leaves that spot, putting pressure while he breathes carefully.
As we walk away from that blasted place, Yennefer has started speaking and commenting about the newfound power surging through her veins. Jaskier talks over her, seemingly too focused on his pain to pay attention to her. Or perhaps he does it to antagonize her.
“Ugh… Geralt, you beast” He mutters, still groaning. “You broke my ribs”
“Better having broken ribs than being dead” The witcher dryly replies. However, when I glance at him he is frowning a bit. “Nissa will patch you up when we’re back”
That comment gathers Jaskier’s attention on me. Intending to help him, I quietly move to his good side and close the distance between us. He watches me in curiosity as I wrap an arm around him. This way, I securely hold him up by with one hand on his back and other on his chest. Jaskier smiles a bit and accepts my aid by resting an arm over my shoulders and leaning his weight over me. He sighs in relief with my support.
“You’re awfully quiet” He points out, which I hadn’t realized myself. I am just not feeling very talkative at the moment.
It isn’t the first time I see him getting hurt, and yet… a sudden restlessness has nestled within me. When I saw him falling and heard him scream, something stirred in my heart. Despite knowing he wasn’t badly injured, my mind began racing. He occupied all my thoughts, and it pained me deeply to know he was hurt in any way, no matter how mild.
“Uh…” I trail off while I buy myself some time to think. “I have a headache”
Jaskier grins when he is reminded of my hangover, and hence, of what happened last night. Honestly, I don’t feel the same amusement right now. I hope he isn’t aware of how distressed I am at the moment. I tremble slightly, and my lungs work relentlessly to get some air I can breathe with. All because of that thought that consumes me, that something far worse than a few broken ribs could have been his fate and can be at any given moment during our journey. That thought deeply upsets me.
_
Jaskier’s added weight proves exhausting as we finally reach the inn once more. The tension makes home in my muscles, and my entire being begs for me to rest. Sleep for a long time. These days have been daunting to say the least.
I am about to enter the establishment when I realize Geralt and Yennefer have stopped. They are a few steps of distance from Jaskier and me, calmly speaking. Really close. Too close. They then kiss, and my stomach churns at the sight. A non-physical ache overpowers any other discomfort in my body. It is a yearning too deep to fathom. Jaskier is extremely close to me, though it breaks my heart to think that I might never have with him what they have. Refusing to idly watch Yennefer and Geralt kissing, I turn to him.
“W… What’s wrong?” He immediately asks, noticing something is off. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Because I wish you learned my feelings. And I feel stupidly happy whenever you are around me. I swoon at the thought of kissing you. I tingle all over at the memory of our fake kiss. I sigh when I lock eyes with you and immerse myself in the unforgiving beauty of the ocean in your eyes. Your smile makes my heart sing loud enough for me to compose the best of ballads despite knowing nothing about music. Because I would die for you. And in spite of it all, I am too frightened to tell you any of this.
I shake my head and tiredly put my arms around his neck instead. Very gingerly, I hold him close and nuzzle his chest. There’s that gentle warmth I crave.
“You scared me…” I say instead, concealing all these thoughts swarming in my mind.
“Sorry…” Jaskier whispers, tenderly wrapping an arm around me as well. “I’m alright, Nissa”
Were it not by his broken ribs, I would squeeze him tight against me, as tight as I could. So tight I’d bruise him. That may quell this need I have, this longing to have him impossibly close. At least that would make me content if I can’t have him.
“You are” I only mutter, scolding myself for being a coward. For yielding to this weakness.
I cannot conceive the idea of telling him. Even after all these emotions resurged, it is impossible for me to muster enough courage to pour them all out. The result is far too unnerving and intimidating, and a possible rejection is enough to break my heart just with the thought of it. Instead, I content myself with holding him. Feel him close against me. A bit hurt, but alive and well. Warm and gentle as always. Yes, that may be enough for now. How could I confess at this moment, in any case? We are all tired and a bit grumpy. It isn’t the right time.
His hand finds the dip in my waist, that spot it has rested on so many times and that seems the perfect place for him to hold on to. He gently pushes me off him. He stares. Despite how pleasant and hypnotizing they are, I cannot seem to be able to look into his eyes.
“Hey” Jaskier whispers, reluctantly making me gaze into them. “Did I scare you so badly?”
“Well…”
“Are you still worried then?”
“No…” I manage a feeble smile. “No, I’m only tired”
“Me too” He heavily sighs, although the movement pains him and causes him to wince.
“You should get some rest, Jas” I am about to hold on to him again and take him inside, though I glance at the pair.
Geralt and Yennefer are still standing too closely, and I don’t need to be a seer to understand their intimate thoughts. I would assume she wishes to leave soon, but not without spending some time alone with the witcher first. My heart bleeds in envy of what they have when their foreheads touch.
“Go on” I kindly pat Jaskier’s back. “I will be right there”
The bard nods and slowly makes his way into the inn. I on turn move towards them. Noticing this, Geralt walks my direction as well, gesturing for Yennefer to wait for him. A bit distant from us, the sorceress stares at me. Her violet eyes hold my gaze when I reciprocate, though they then follow Jaskier quite eloquently. Am I truly that transparent?
The witcher watches me expectantly, and so I say what I came to. No more.
“Uh… Jaskier and I are going in… to get some rest and treat to his injury”
“Good”
“Good…”
“What is it then?”
“I don’t understand…”
“You’re upset”
“What are you talking about?”
“Jaskier will recover”
“I… I know”
“And still lost your smile”
He doesn’t alter his expression, only watching me closely. Self-conscious about it, I let out a forced chuckle. He’s trying. He is stubborn and exasperating, but he is trying.
“I thought you didn’t care, witcher”
“Hm”
The silence is painfully heavy. We refuse to make eye contact. I rummage my brain to think of something to say, but my mind is completely blank. Anyhow, I don’t have the energy to even attempt to regain our prior dynamic. I am absolutely exhausted.
“Well, uh… Enjoy yourselves” I blurt out, rubbing my nape.
“You too” Even though the conversation is clearly over, we linger in the spot.
That dreaded silence returns. I internally cringe at the awkward moment. His golden eyes watch me. I take a hesitant step back. Geralt turns his body away from me as well. We say nothing else. I grimace at how terrible that interaction was and go to reunite with Jaskier.
_
When I enter the room, I find Jaskier sitting in the bed. He has taken his doublet off to be left in his white undershirt. As much as it vexes me, he looks very attractive in it. His notepad lies on his lap, and he furiously scribbles down on it. A pronounced frown is etched in his brow.
“What did that poor paper ever do to you?” My voice gathers is attention in me now.
“Ugh, Nissa…” Jaskier sighs. “It took me ages to get my doublet off!”
My lips part and I am about to mindlessly reply. Had he waited, I could have helped him take his clothes off. I remain silent and gather my efforts in not blushing when the thought flusters me. This is getting ridiculous.
Jaskier does not notice any of my inner struggles, far too preoccupied with his injury.
“I can’t do anything, it hurts all over!” He continues to complain, throwing an arm up in the air. “I can’t play my lute, I can’t walk, I can’t even sing!”
“Then lie down” I take the notepad from him and set it over the table.
“Bollocks” He barks even as he obeys and lies on his back. His hand keeps pressing against his side as though it is stuck there. “Every breath is agony”
“Try to relax” I say as I put a blanket over him, not wanting him to on top of all get cold.
“Will you be looking after me, Nissa?” There is a bit of vulnerability in his voice that makes me feel even more protective of him, if possible.
“Of course, my duties as the group medic bound me” I accommodate the blanket over his chest, and he smirks at me as though he is enjoying my cares far too much.
“Don’t lie, love, you do it because you adore me”
“Or because otherwise you would only whine all day”
"I would not..." While he talks, I take a step away from the bed, but he is already alert. “Wait, w-where are you going?”
“I should get you some ice for the swelling of the ribs and-“ Before I can move further, his hand has tenderly wrapped around mine.
“No, just stay here with me” When I stare at him astonishment, he gives me those blasted puppy eyes that I can’t resist. “Please?”
I heave a dramatic sigh and sit in the bed with him, careful to choose his good side. Jaskier grins in celebration and I shake my head at him. It sets my teeth on edge how much I adore him.
“You think you only have to give me those eyes and cutely say ‘please’ and I will do anything”
“I absolutely do”
“Stupid bard”
Perhaps at any other moment, I would have been able to wittily retort back. Yet right this second I can’t think clearly. Many hypotheses circle my brain as to why that can be: my dispute with Geralt, my hangover, the remnants of adrenaline still pursing through my veins… though none of that is true, I am only deceiving myself and I know it. It’s Jaskier. It’s always him, flustering me with his presence alone, with his dashing smile and kind eyes. Gods, when did I become a hopeless romantic that believes in true love? Pathetic.
“You can lie down with me” He teases me, poking my side and making me jolt up when it tickles. “My ribs may be broken, but I’m not made of glass”
“You might still break, Jas” I acquire a confident façade to hide the turmoil nestled deep within me. “You are such a delicate flower”
Jaskier completely freezes for a moment. His expression showcases a myriad of emotions as it changes from confusion to outrage to moderate amusement.
“Wh…” He only utters. His mouth falls agape. “You… Nissa, I…”
A genuine grin takes over my mouth, though it quickly vanishes when he harshly pulls at my arm. I squeak and fall over him, lying down as he wanted me to. Fortunately, I leaned on his chest and not on his ribs. Even so, he grimaces a bit as it probably hurt in any case. Nonetheless, he doesn’t complain. He only stares at me with great concentration.
Rolling my eyes in resignation, I get comfortable next to him. The bed is still too small for two people and we are forced to press our bodies together. I take notice of the mere inches that separate our faces, our noses and our foreheads. Our lips. Considering leaning back, I open my mouth to utter an excuse. However, Jaskier fidgets and clears his throat himself.
“Will you speak to me, Nissa?” I watch him in confusion, so he elaborates. “The sound of your voice is soothing”
The intensity of his gaze takes my breath away. I part my lips once more, trying to say something, perhaps trying to say it all. He said something so sweet that I want to reciprocate. The moment is tender and intimate, and he hasn't said a joke in a bit. Perhaps the outcome may be more favorable than I first imagined. This is my chance. If I could speak my mind…
My cheeks burn in anticipation. My breath hitches in my throat.
“Actually, I…” I start, mentally cursing my rapid heartbeat. “I need to tell you something”
“Oh, please, not now, love! We’re both exhausted” When his fingers reach out to fix my hair, I feel as though my heart will jump out of my chest. “It surely can wait”
“But you said…” I clumsily mutter, feeling myself blushing still. Can he not see it?
“I meant something trivial” He sighs, and I can nearly read the exhaustion in his features.
“A-Alright” Perhaps it’s for the best. I wouldn’t know how to say it in any case.
We have plenty of time, I can tell him some other moment. And yet, this sudden weight in my chest, this craving, won’t leave anymore. I am suddenly certain that I won't find peace until I express these feelings that have been eating me alive before I even realized them. I had loved Jaskier for longer than I'd care to admit, long before he kissed me. Although I had loved plenty of times before, it was never in such a way, as now my emotions and thoughts are flimsy and changing. All because of him.
“Good” He murmurs, never looking away from my eyes.
“I… don’t know what to talk about” His staring rattles me, although I can’t look away either. His eyes are so pleasant to look at, so beautiful and comforting.
“Sing to me then” He closes his eyes and snuggles closer to me. Does he even realize the way he makes my heart race? How the sight of his comfortable smile makes me sigh?
Glad to spoil him, I accede to his petition. However, the only songs that I can think of are his, and I refuse to give him the satisfaction of singing one of his ballads back to him. He would never let me forget it.
“Nothing comes to mind” I stutter, noticing how close we are still. “What am I to sing?”
“Anything” His hand once more returns to my waist as he easily lets his arm fall over me.
A melody suddenly reaches my mind and I start singing. It is a slow song, one talking about feelings and romance. Quite fitting given the situation. Jaskier’s grin grows as he lowly sings along with me. Of course he knows the song. I shiver at how beautiful the sound of our voices together is. The wonderful music of our souls dancing together. It perfectly fills the quietness and nearly lulls me to sleep. I sink down into him. I smile from how perfect it is to be by his side, and give in to exhaustion as our harmonies die down.
_
An unknown sound pulls me out of my peaceful slumber. I am still tired when I open my eyes, yet it all melts away at the sight of a sleeping Jaskier. We haven’t moved from our position, facing each other. I am slightly worried, however, when I notice he seems a bit pale and sick. My hand gingerly brushes against his cheek. When my palm presses against it, I breathe out in relief that he doesn't have a fever. Instead of retracting my hand, however, I find the touch to be far too enjoyable. I stroke his skin and reach out to push his hair to the side. It’s always in his eyes.
��Nissa…” He smiles. A tingling sensation spreads up my back. I freeze, fearing that he caught me, yet Jaskier stills. After several more seconds of silence, I confirm that he is still asleep. My lips automatically curve up in a smile. Butterflies flies in my stomach. I tenderly stroke his cheek again.
I turn on my back, hurriedly taking my hand off his face, when the door swings open. In walks Geralt, eyebrows raised at the state he finds us in. Jaskier’s head then softly falls on my shoulder. I happily chuckle, and the witcher lets out an amused hum as well. I smile at him.
“I was hoping we could do some more training” He says, loud enough for me to hear but low enough not to wake him. “Guess this isn’t the best moment”
I flush knowing he is perfectly aware of how comfortable and delighted I currently am. Nonetheless, it does not bother me. I am willing to put up with his teasing, it can’t ruin my happiness.
“Later perhaps?” I only say, unable to contain a big smile.
“Hm” His eyes move from him to me. “I’ll be outside”
Jaskier tightens his arm, previously loosely falling over me, to pull himself incredibly close to me. I am conflicted between yelping and laughing. Geralt does chuckle himself before leaving us. I ultimately giggle a bit myself, wondering if it’s normal to be overwhelmed with bliss in such a manner. I feel giddy and silly for it. He is only resting over me, yet I have never felt safer and happier. Perhaps I am more fatigued that I had anticipated, these days have certainly been challenging... or perhaps I am too comfortable with Jaskier. Whatever the reason, I fall asleep again before I can do anything about it.
_
For several days, we have been taking it easy, barely leaving the inn and ensuring our dear bard gets plenty of rest. While he does, Geralt has insisted on training with me, yet ensuring I don’t overwork myself either. I was recently gravely injured after all.
It is taking me a bit to grow used to the weight and feeling of the bigger weapon, but Kader’s sword proves more useful than my small dagger. It is also a bit difficult to focus on the witcher’s lessons ever since Jaskier has gone outside with us and curiously watches. At least he is feelings better. Yet his mere presence proves distracting, even if he remains mostly quiet. Mostly.
Now, as I watch Geralt demonstrate how he swings his sword, I feel slightly more confident when wielding mine. I idly watch the small cloud of dust his boots create when his feet drags across the ground. My hand falls on my hip, and I nod for the tenth time when he asks if I am paying attention.
“You taught me all of this already, Geralt” I tiredly tell him, rolling my eyes at him.
“You need to master this first before you learn anything else” Is his monotonous response.
Perhaps he is right, but it is agonizing to endlessly repeat the same movement over and over. It might be the very reasoning behind his insistence, but my arms and legs have already memorized the motion, and tey are sore from how often they have moved in such a manner: one foot behind and the other alert at the front, both arms up, strongly wielding the sword in a defensive horizontal position. I am so eager to learn something new already.
“I am fed up with this” The thought that he might believe I am not prepared to move on bothers me. “I can defend myself!”
It is him who insists on teaching me, I'm not quite sure why. It may be his strange attempt to apologize for being so stubborn. In any case, I know enough after he showed me the basics.
“You’re defenseless if you don’t have your weapons” Striding over to me, he takes the sword from my hand and carelessly throws it to the ground.
“That’s not true” I reply in outrage. “I can still punch an asshole”
Jaskier laughs a little at something about how I said it. The witcher sighs, however.
“Show me then” He lifts his hands up in the air, squaring up to prepare. I resign myself.
I tighten my hand into a fist and thrust it against his palm as hard as I can. Geralt watches me, unimpressed, as I try again. I look at him helplessly, wondering what I did wrong. With a sigh, he positions himself behind me and fixes my stance. His arms reach me from behind and I rest against his broad chest. How had I not realized how muscular he truly is? I am embarrassed, as we had never been this close. It doesn’t seem to fluster Geralt, however, not even when he twists my hip to demonstrate how I must turn.
"Use your whole body to give power to your blow" He calmly instructs. "It will be more effective"
“Um…” Jaskier intervenes, now standing beside us. “Can I help?”
“You can barely keep yourself alive, Jaskier” Geralt carelessly waves him off. I giggle.
“Well, I never!” He tugs at my arm until I am dragged away from the witcher. “I can be useful in a fight! Just teach me”
“You can be my punching bag” I joke, gingerly pushing my fist against his shoulder.
“Not like that” Geralt falls into place behind me again and lays his arm over mine to get ahold of my wrist, correcting my form. “Or you’ll hurt yourself instead of them”
Jaskier purses his lips tightly, glaring at the witcher behind me. I pay no attention to his unexpected sulkiness and punch his shoulder again, this time in the way Geralt advised.
“Ow!” The bard complains, stepping back and clutching the spot. “Mother of-“
I giggle against my hand, and that remedies whatever has gotten into Jaskier. He chuckles a bit, although still rubbing his sore shoulder.
“There, now I know how to punch an asshole” I conclude, changing sides to stand by Jaskier. He complains at the insinuations of my sentence, but I cutely bat my eyelashes at him. “Do you think we could take a walk now, Jas? I truly need a break”
“You little devil” He replies, albeit with a fond grin. “Of course we can”
Knowing I have bribed Jaskier against him, Geralt hums and begrudgingly goes to sheath our weapons. I can barely contain my eagerness and happily clap in anticipation. These days have been so repetitive and dull… it was beginning to break my spirits.
Jaskier laughs as he circles my waist with his arm, shoving me against him.
“That’s cute, love, but save it for Geralt. You don’t have to convince me”
“I am not putting on an act” Falsely offended, I rest a hand on my chest. “Can’t I be genuinely excited to take a stroll with my two favorite men?”
“Two?” Jaskier tuts his tongue as he shakes his head. “You have to choose one”
“I couldn’t possibly do that” I smirk, gently pushing his arm off me. “Unless you gave me some solid reasons to sway my decision”
He lifts his eyebrows. When he opens his mouth, he is forced to save that thought.
“Hey” Geralt scolds us. When we cautiously glance at him, he only nods his head to the right. Following him obediently, Jaskier and I move to one side of him each. Even if we still lock gazes and giggle like children.
_
I would have never thought Geralt would be the one annoying me to death. Jaskier is behaving, lowly singing as he mindlessly walks by our side. His voice is as sweet and melodic as ever. He also seems quite into the song as he is finally making some progress. On the other hand, here’s Geralt asking me question after question to ensure I remember everything he taught me about how to fight. I have never heard him talk so much, and I suspect he might be doing it only to wind me up.
“No offence, Geralt” I cut him off, finally fed up with his patronizing tone, as much as he is only trying to ensure I don’t ever get hurt again. “But you’re ruining my idyllic moment”
Jaskier laughs out loud at my observation, yet it is true. The meadow we are on is indeed quite beautiful. Beams of sunlight reach us from above, filtering between the tall tree trops. The grass carries a strong yet pleasant scent. Tiny daisies of white petals peek amongst the vibrant green. I am tempted to pick some of the flowers out and ask Jaskier if he knows how to make a flower crown. For me or him, I don’t mind. Perhaps even for Geralt, it would be certainly a sight worth seeing: a witcher with a flower crown… surely, a scowling witcher in that case.
This is the very same meadow we found an injured Geralt in, though I make a conscious effort to substitute that memory with this current one of wandering around with them, listening to Jaskier beautifully singing and knowing that, even if obnoxiously, Geralt is looking after me.
Just when I managed to silence Geralt, my delightful moment is suddenly interrupted by the bard’s cautious voice.
“Who… who’s that?” He stares somewhere over my shoulder, so I turn around following his gaze. A woman is standing there, looking at us. An odd feeling creeps up to the pit of my stomach. I can’t see her face because she has covered her head with the hood of her maroon cape but… her eyes… brown, kind and warm… they look familiar…
I frown, though the gesture soon softens. That woman stares at us, and I hear Jaskier behind me muttering things to Geralt. I don’t distinguish his words, I’m far too focused on her. It can’t be…
“H-Hana?” My voice gets caught in my throat, shaking as much as my hands suddenly are.
“Nissa?” When she speaks, I get all confirmation I need. Her voice. It’s Hana’s voice…
My mind blanks. I freeze. My ears whistle. The sunlight dims. I cannot believe it…
“Isn’t that your friend?” Jaskier fidgets behind me. “Y-Yeah, from the tavern, I saw you talking that day, before…”
Before that dreadful day. The day she died. The day I lost her. Yet… he is right, Hana is standing there. Before us. Alive. She’s actually there. She… Oh, God… A wave of nausea hits me. The world seems to spin around me. Two arms get ahold of me, making me realize I am swaying. Not only swaying, I am falling. I’m… I’m…
“Nissa!!” My friends call me before I sink into that welcoming darkness.
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THE SACRED TEXTS!! EPISODE 2
So I finished Season 2 of Clone Wars(2008) ~the end of last week and, while it def improves on some of the problems of s1, it then has all sorts of OTHER problems of its own, so I kinda consider it A Wash, in general :T
the highlights:
Season to Season, there’s a lot more F U N in s2. I just LOVE how Crunchy and Genre it is. The stand outs, to me, were the zombies/bodysnatchers in the Brain Invader arc, the King Kong Kaiju story in the Zillo Beast arc(complete with an origin in environmental devastation), and, of course, the loving homage to/mashup of Die Hard&Lassie that is R2 Come Home, which basically had me laughing from start to finish. The other attempts at genre eps generally fell flat(though Holocron Heist has one very good moment with the unsuspecting droid-bomb, and the specific submarine bits of the submarine ep, Cat and Mouse, were well done).
They really nailed the “Ahsoka’s problems are because of Anakin’s influence” bit in this season. There aren’t a LOT of eps that touch on this(I can only really think of one, really, Cargo of Doom) but they absolutely bullseye it in that one. They also do a better job of fleshing out Anakin and Ahsoka’s dynamic&how that can act as both a strength and a weakness, though I do feel they could have done a better job with it(for instance, the last 3rd or 4th of Weapons Factory, where Ahsoka and Bariss are trapped within the ruins of the factory, should have been a whole episode on its own; this would have been a great opportunity to focus on this&do some character work)
This season repeatedly contrasts Anakin and Mace, which was Gr8 and Interesting. I wish they’d done more of that.
It continues season one’s excellent handling of the Clones. While there aren’t as many clone-centric episodes, you still get both a good sense of their individuality and humanity(espcl with The Deserter), and also their Awful and Grotesque disposability to everyone with responsibility over them, even the ones who “care” about them like Anakin, who’s constantly throwing their lives away on ill-conceived assaults. Like: this season REALLY forefronts Clone deaths in a way that is inescapable without being over-wrought, belabored, or distractingly self-aware. It really highlights the Jedis’ hypocrisy, both re: their ideology reifying “life”/“soul”/”naturalness” and in how it leads to their general disdain/disinterest for droids.
I liked the relationship they built btw Boba and Aurra Sing, though I think they could have done more with it than they did.
the Spider-Assassin droids in Voyage of Temptation are Hot-As-Shit, but the whole premise which allows their utility, of a luxury-liner with crappy lighting in the cargo-hold&soldiers without flipping flashlights, was kinda dumb.
as for the stuff I didnt like:
WOW the racism sure is awful in this season! Just... non-humanoid aliens being called monsters, portrayed as untrustworthy, stupid, and needlessly violent, and killed off in a series that goes extravagantly out of its way NOT to kill non-clone humanoids left-and-right. And the Mandalorians all looking... EXACTLY THE SAME and... BEING TALL BLONDE AND SUPER PALE... when the only mandalorian we’ve encountered before this was MAURI and when the CANON on Mandalorians is that being “A follower of Mandalore” is very much a culture and ethos rather than an ethnic group...
I feel like the Mandalorian part of this, specifically, could have been done in a way that was actl interesting and explicit about Star Wars’s antifascist politics given the obvs parallels btw fascism and a bunch of supremacist, war-mongering nordics like Death Watch, but obvsl it wasnt.
Most of the eps just really didnt land with me? Like all the spy, macguffin, kidnapping, and police stuff was just boring&poorly executed(also, what kid is going to get the old noir character-type and actor that the Coruscant inspector is referencing? A completely perplexing choice when making him, instead, a sendup of the Law&Order/CSI type US media was saturated with at the time is RIGHT THERE).
While I liked one aspect of the Heist episode, the rest of it was bad & bad heist episodes are Just Unforgivable unu
SO MUCH BAD, STILTED, NONSENSICAL, AND REPETITIVE DIALOGUE
The primary plot-device of this season is The Idiot Ball, and I Hate The Idiot Ball. Cad Bane is legit written as smart, and Aurra Sing is legit written as dangerous and indefatigable, but they mostly succeed because of how fucking dumb the Jedi, clones, and senate security are being at any one moment.
The IDEA and BACKGROUND for Duchess Satine is good, but the execution of her as a dedicated pacifist and engaged, activist ruler is Bad and Inconsistent(and, on the ruler part, mostly not even there). Also, while the idea of unrealized romantic angst btw Satine and Obi Wan isnt NECESSARILY a bad idea given their history, I think making it mutual rather than one-side on Satine’s part was a bad idea(could have done LOTS of interesting stuff btw Anakin and Obi Wan on this), and I think making Satine’s initial frostiness towards Obi Wan Really be a RESULT of THAT rejection(it’s resolved completely by him telling her he shared those feelings at the time), rather than her seeing him(and the Jedi by extension) as having abandoned their peaceful ideals, was Really Bad. And, frankly, she watched her whole family be murdered in political in-fighting and then spent years on the run, being hunted herself, under the protection of the Jedi Order, before negotiating a peaceful settlement with the ppl who murdered her family; I’d have liked SOME evidence of the trauma she’s canonically suffered in her reactions to violence, and also of the absolute steel-spine, endurance, and dedication it took to make peace in those circumstances. Her pacifism isnt just an ideal to her; it ought to be deeply, deeply personal, and viciously hard-won.
The ep, Bounty Hunters completely misunderstands the point of The Seven Samurai and The Magnificent Seven. The whole POINT is that these two bands of highly-trained, deeply mercenary killers decide to protect absolutely destitute villagers who have nothing but the food they themselves need to survive, some out of a sense of their own wickedness, and others out of a sense of loyalty to the former. To apply that premise to a cash-crop plantation(despite the com’s leader’s protestations of poverty later in the ep, Obi Wan straight-up says “this is the most important, and profitable, medical herb in the galaxy” when they first arrive, and obvsl they’re able to hire off-world bounty hunters to protect them) completely perverts it. The Bounty Hunters and Jedi are defending the equivalent of a cotton plantation; they’re defending capitalists. If you remade The Magnificent Seven to have them defend a plantation-owner against, say, a Northern requisition team during the Civil War, the mercs would be the BAD GUYS. Just... shaking my head this whole episode, honestly. At LEAST it was a communal plantation, presumably with profit-sharing.
So yeah, a definite mixed-bag. So far I’d say there’ve been probably 3-5 episodes in this series I’ve really enjoyed but, while there’s a lot that I grumble at, it isnt so bad that I dread watching it(like, for instance, The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina X| X| X|). I repeat my observation from the last one of these that it really does a good job of being just interesting enough that you spend A LOT of time thinking abt how to fix the parts you dont like :p tbh I’ve already started watching s3, but I’ll share my views on that one once I’ve finished it. If you did, thanks for reading ^u^
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hi!!! may i have a stray kids matchup if it won't be troublesome for you?
my name is dorian! i'm 18 and my pronouns are she/they. i'm an istp, aries sun and a slytherin. my favorite color is dark red.
as for my appearance my height is 166cm, i have dark mullet cut hair, brown eyes and two hoop nose piercings on the left side of my nose (idk if that makes sense lol)
i produce music professionally and a beginner in drawing/painting. i'm also interested in philosophy specifically existentialism, that's why i would be happy if my s/o is talkative or interested in listening/criticizing my ideas.
i'm usually cold towards people and takes me long to get close to them due to stuff that happened in the past but i cherish every close person in my life fully and show how much i love them.
i'd like caring, loyal, empathetic and honest people. i'd also love it if my s/o is experimental with life and straightforward with people.
the relationship dynamic i yearn the most is friends + lovers which both of them knows and understands each other deeply.
for dates i enjoy staying home doing movie marathons or midnight walks/drives with stargazing afterwards.
lastly i'm a cat person!
thank you a lot for doing this!! i really enjoy your writings and i'm more than amazed that you're taking your time to create specific writings for each one of us! 💞💗💖💞💘💞💓
Thank you for being so patient! Sorry for taking such a long break! I also love philosophy :)
I pair you up with Chan!
- You guys met at middle school, and when he became a Kpop idol you became his number one fan
-absolutely in love with your hair! He once asked if he should try that hair for one of his performances.
- Gryffindore x Slytherin relationship! You guys are a power couple, charismatic and strong
- He’s such a teddy bear, always looking out for you and hugging you
- He encourages you to take time off and rest, helping you escape your strict schedule. In return, you encourage him to emotionally connect with others!
- You guys are very straight forward with each other, so you guys hardly fight. You respect each other’s boundaries, so you are always chill and happy
- Even though he’s sometimes busy, he always calls you at night, and you guys talk about the most random things for hours
- Movie marathons are Chan’s favourite kind of dates, where he gets to relax with his favourite person.
- His teammates make fun of him because he talks about you a lot. Chan almost exposed your relationship with him on an interview once, but caught himself just before
- Overall, you guys have a very trusting and fun relationship, and Chan often respects your independence.
Scenario: Stargazing with him!
“Okay, so, you’re saying in Existentialism, there is no god?” Asked Chan. You shook your head. “No, since they believe that everyone has individual existence, freedom and choice…” You stated. The stars were shining beautifully that night, so what’s a better plan than to lie on the park ground with your boyfriend and watch the stars while talking about the existence of life? “So what happens after death? Afterlife?” Chan turned to face you. “Kierkegaard believed that everyone would die but also that everyone had an immortal self, or soul, that would go on forever.” You replied in a sing-song voice. “That is… that is deep, my brain hurts from listening to this!” Laughed Chan. He scooched closer to you, bringing along his blanket and covering you with it. “I wish there was an afterlife. I don’t want to think that this ends after death.” Chan snuggled close to you, whispering in your ear. “Me too.” You whispered back. A calm silence followed. “Let’s stop talking about death. We don’t have to think about that now. Look at the stars.” Attempting to break the silence, you turned and pointed at the stars. Chan smirked. “You are my star.” You burst out laughing. You couldn’t believe that you had seized a cheesy Kpop idol as a boyfriend, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.
Song: Aces High by Iron Maiden
Thank you for requesting a matchup, and for being so patient! Feel free to message me about how you felt about the matchup. I hope to see you again soon :)))
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Saint Thomas X introducing a brand new studio album: INTROVERTIGO.
A hybrid combination of Psychedelic music, Alt-Pop, Soul, and Country Rock.
January 2021: Saint Thomas X is an artist and songwriter whose music is incredibly diverse. In fact, his songs blur the lines between a wide variety of influences and style definitions. From the earthy sounds of country music and alt-rock, down to the lush atmosphere of psychedelic music, anything goes. Recently, Saint Thomas X took to the internet to release a brand new album titled INTROVERTIGO.
This release is a very ambitious undertaking for the artist, because it really captures his creativity and broad vision, highlighting his way of capturing different sonic aesthetics and merging them all into one type of sound. The sheer scope of the production will immediately capture your imagination. The music has a larger-than-life feel, almost hitting the speaker in a big cinematic way. These sounds are very evocative, and create a strong texture, rather than just focusing on a melodic line to remember. The fact that there are many layers to this release really allow the artist to achieve an extra sense of depth, making for a strong and balanced tone.
The first song, “Get Money,” reminds me of some amazing 60s bands, including The Kinks or The Byrds, but it also makes me think of some of the best Tom Waits records, especially in the sound of the guitars, which have such a nice retro vibe in the verses. The second song on this release, “Grudges and Graves,” is a really exciting song, which combines an alt-rock flavor with a psychedelic twist. In particular, it makes me think of Humbug-era Arctic Monkeys, as well as some of the most psychedelic Black Keys and Queens Of The Stone Age recordings. The next song, “Supernova,” is a beautifully atmospheric song which starts off with a vintage-sounding synthesizer, perfectly matching the incredible feel of the album, especially as the song gets more of a psych-garage vibe. The fourth song is actually the title track itself, and it is not surprising that the whole album is actually named after it!
The fifth track is known as “Bliss in the Abyss,” and it is perhaps one of the most haunting and atmospheric songs on the record. It’s ballad-like atmosphere reminds me of The Pixies, or other alt-country bands such as Lucero, Drive-By Truckers or Calexico, only to mention a few. The next track, “Bastards of Babylon” is one of the true highlights on this album. I love how accomplished the arrangement is and how it all comes together in terms of focus and vision. The song beings with a nice vocal melody, and it has a slow, dense groove with a blues feel to it.
“Source of Light” is another heavy-hitter, with some exciting riffs that actually make me think of early Nirvana, No Means No, Meat Puppets or even The Melvins, only to mention but a few. I really love the reverberated guitar leads in the background, which kind of sound like ghosts of whales to me, I love the spectral and nocturnal edge that this one brings to the table. Interestingly, the concept of the album is actually a mini-opera, which was initially titled “The Bitter Suite.”
The story is centered around a homeless person, who is finally coming to terms with his struggles with addiction, mental illness, and alienation. He addresses imaginary flocks of disciples, while diving deep into his self-destructive patterns and coming up with some revolutionary existential theories that deal with huge topics, even dating back to the Big Bang and the existence of the universe as a whole. At the end of the day, we are all connected to something deeper and greater, and we are all literally part of the entropic energy of the Universe, Black Holes, and everything within.
Ultimately, this release is highly recommended if you are a fan of artist such as Pink Floyd, Elton John, Merle Haggard, Kurt Vile, Drag The River, Dead Rituals, Lucero, East River Pipe, Tame Impala, Thirteenth Floor Elevators, Soundgarden, Black Sabbath and Led Zeppelin, only to mention but a few. Due to his anti-social media stance, you will not find the artist on many of today’s ubiquitous social media sites. This is a very brave, yet highly commendable choice in this day and age, especially for an independent artist!However, you can learn more about the artist via Youtube, or better yet, let the songs tell you the rest of the story and check out the artist’s sound right away.Find out more about Saint Thomas X, and do not miss out on INTROVERTIGO, which is currently available on the web.
https://open.spotify.com/album/1KXOLYJiA0z7irKquC0JcZ?si=H9jcF6XLQG2uITGlfd_CNw
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQVs7zL1nJo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQVs7zL1nJo
http://saintthomasx.com/
We also had the opportunity to catch up with the artist with a few questions: keep reading for more!
I love how you manage to render your tracks so personal and organic. Does the melody come first, or do you focus on the beat the most?
I usually write the melodies (Verses/choruses/bridges) first and then apply lyrics. I always have the tempo in mind when doing this so the short answer would be I do all of it at the same time-ish.
Do you perform live? If so, do you feel more comfortable on a stage or within the walls of the recording studio?
"I've been in 5 bands and done 3 different recording and writing projects that span 9 records and 81 songs. In my opinion playing live is overrated. I think it's great if you are in a band with 3-5 people who are like minded and have the same goals and aspirations but what it always boils down to is, the primary writer ends up being the boss, employer and driver to the rest of the band.
Writers, artists, producers, are usually innovators and trade musicians are usually adaptors. Writers don't 'practice', they just write. They practice by doing. They don't take lessons, practice theory or chord progressions and rehearse.
Those things are unimportant to us. The constant state of creation and making is what matters most. Not practicing to do that someday. So managing that dynamic with kindness and patience is difficult. It's necessary to getting things accomplished but it' a bummer most of the time. At the end of the day, I get much better results from writing, producing, singing and playing bass and doing some aux percussion than collaborating with trade musicians. 75% of the time I am beat boxing better drum patterns than drummers write. I sing melodies to wanky overplaying guitar players because they want to shred instead of write good melodies and when I played with other bass players in the past, they would play root notes and almost never write a melody unless I demanded they did and then had to sing them the bass melody to do so. Same with keys players.
I much prefer paying people to play what I want as opposed to hearing what they think sounds good. Because it almost never sounds good to me. I would collab but I cannot afford nor do I have access to the musicians I actually want to collaborate with. And writing and producing are not about instrumental proficiency.
It's about taste and aesthetic. I write all of my songs by writing the vocal melody first because that is what good pop music is, first and foremost, a great vocal melody, then smart lyrics with an appropriate back beat. pop songs don't have to have guitar, organic or machine drums or bass or keys. BUT THEY HAVE TO HAVE A GREAT MELODY. There's no such thing as a great song that doesn't have vocals and good storytelling. But none of those other things are required in whole, or in part for good popular music of any genre.
I've never had any designs on accolades, fortune or fame. It's not why I create. I write to express myself and I record to catalog my songs. All of my favorite artists openly detested touring and playing live. I do too. None of my favorite songwriters and producers were trade musicians.
They are/were excellent melodists, writers and storytellers with exceptionally gifted ears for soundscapes and production. The art of making music is very different than the trade of playing live music. I hold a far higher value on writing and developing material than I do performing it. I don't enjoy crowds, travel, cat herding, loud spaces, stress, and small sums of money to endure it all. I'm not concerned with show-business. Performance art is for extroverts, entertainers and social trade musicians who crave adoration and human interaction. I enjoy the catharsis of writing alone and recording with as few people as possible. So I do that.
If you could only pick one song to make a “first impression” on a new listener, which song would you pick and why?
It would have to be Get Money or Egodeath. Apologies for tying between the two. But both of these tracks exemplify my personal struggles and pains to stay alive and create. Get money is about the things we all do to make ends meet and get by. Egodeath is about keeping your anger in check and not getting too heated about anything in life because that inevitably leads to disaster.
What does it take to be “innovative” in music?
What a great question. I’d always side with not being formulaic. SO many people are just doing what others do. 25 years ago I invented Psychedelic Gospel Pop Soul Country. It sounds funny but it’s an amalgamation of those elements and genres. If I were to just focus on ONE of those styles it would probably less interesting and unique. I’ve also injected various forms of Power Pop, Alternative and Trip-Hop.
Any upcoming release or tour your way?
I’ve released 6 records in less than 4 years. My next release will be out shortly. It’s called; Mars in Your Eyes. It will be a 9-10 song mini rock opera.
Anywhere online where curious fans can listen to your music and find out more about you?
SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/artist/4PGbnGDGUql8JELXNmtvZw?si=I5oM9d7kQWyBbGuzJeE7_w
YOUTUBE:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCF7qDV8040q4CrH96e_X3EQ
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Yo, I saw your ship hc's thing and I wondered if you could do Aizawa x Yamada?
please send me a ship and I will tell you
Love me some Erasermic™ so here we go. Plus ultra bitches.
who’s the cuddler: Yamada, most definitely, and holy fuck does Shouta find it annoying. Shouta really fuckin loves sleep so most people probably headcanon him as the cuddler but boy oh boy do they got it wrong. Sleep is for sleeping. Sleep is for the soul. Shouta is about that sleep life. He is not however about the “waking up sweaty and generally uncomfortable with someone laying on top of you” life. He wants his sleep to be as comfortable and peaceful as possible, which, for him at least, does not include cuddling.
Yamada, on the other hand, LOVES to cuddle. Cuddling is his shit and is most definitely how he sleeps best. Unfortunately for him, Shouta is not that person and so he usually settles for overlapping legs when they go to bed at night. However, Shouta can be flexible and will cuddle with Yamada when they watch movies at home on the couch. But only because this isn’t sleep time, this is movie time, and while cuddling is not conducive to sleep in Shouta’s eyes, it sure as heck is comfy when him and Yamada have 10 million blankets wrapped around them and they’re curled together watching some dorky scary movie that Yamada somehow seems to be genuinely scared of, despite the fact he has fought literal villains before in his day to day life.
who makes the bed: Shouta bc his bed is his fuckin life and he would never dare to disrespect his most sacred space like that and quite honestly he is offended that Yamada does not so much as take a second glance at their bed after getting up. I mean honestly, wtf Yamada, are you a heathen.
who wakes up first: Yamada, bright and early and to a particularly loathsome ringtone that makes Shouta wanna punch him in the face. Shouta continues to sleep while Yamada sings to himself in the shower. Shouta says “5 more minutes” every 5 minutes until about 10 minutes before him and Yamada leave for school, at which point Yamada is forced to physically drag his boyfriend’s sleepy ass out of bed and hand him a giant fucking cup of black coffee.
who has the weird taste in music: Yamada, holy shit does that dude listen to some out there stuff. You know the weird Russian singer guy in that vine? Ya that typa shit, but like seriously, and he’s always singing it around the house or in the teacher’s lounge while grading papers and holy fuck does it get on everyone's nerves. All Might is just about the only person who doesn’t find it annoying and all the rest of the teachers pretty much stare daggers at him when he asks Yamada one day what he’s always singing because damn, here we go.
who is more protective: Shouta, y’all seen how he defended his kids in the U.S.J attack right? So like imagine that but when someone makes fun of Yamada’s hair.
who sings in the shower: YAMADA. This guy sings just about fuckin everything in the shower, although he is most definitely partial to Whitney Houston's “How Will I Know” on particularly chipper mornings. Shouta would never tell him but he secretly loves waking up to hearing him sing that because he knows that means Yamada’s already having a good day. Plus, Yamada is just so cute and such a dork for iconic 80s anthems. It’s truly adorable and one of his most endearing qualities in Shouta’s opinion. He can’t help but smile to himself everytime he hears the song because Yamada belting it out in the shower like he’s performing at the fucking Grammy’s is just about his favorite thing on the planet. Meanwhile, Shouta has to take cold miserable showers to wake himself up in the morning. He can’t even imagine being awake enough to actually sing and enjoy himself in the shower.
who cries during movies: BOTH. Yamada for obvious reasons but when it comes to Shouta, the man is a softy at heart. Yamada is definitely the full out “someone hand me some tissues please” sorta crier while Shouta is the silent “a singular tear rolling down his cheek was the only indication that he paying any attention” sort of guy. Shouta draws the line at musicals though. Yamada loves them but Shouta honestly just cannot.
who spends the most while out shopping: Yamada, that man is looking fly at all times and I’m pretty sure the amount of hairspray and gel he goes through in a month costs more than their electric bill because no, some shitty Paul Mitchell hairspray will not do, he must be the boujeeist of bitches and buy the shit that’s like $100 a can. Shouta does, however, spend a pretty penny each month on cat food and toys and he is absolutely unashamed.
who kisses more roughly: Shouta. I don’t wanna get into it™ but…. he likes a lot of things rough. WE LEAVE IT THERE THIS IS A PG-13 BLOG.
who is more dominate: Hmmmmm, this one is tricky because Shouta is more dominant in the stoic but strong sense while Yamada is more dominant in his vibrant personality, sheer volume, and openness…. so I’m gonna say it’s about even but in different ways since they are pretty much polar opposites. Neither of them take any shit though, especially when it comes to defending the kiddos at yuuei. In their relationship they are always compromising, everything is a give and take, they’ve been together for a very long time, and have been friends for even longer, so they have their dynamic worked out to a tee. They know one another like the back of their hands so they can always tell when the other is lying or if they are uncomfortable with something.
my rating of the ship from 1-10: 8/10 love em but I’m not like up their collective erasermic ass or anything. Like you won’t catch me writing any erasermic fics but you might occasionally catch me reading one bc they cute and Aizawa is relatable as hell.
#erasermic#hizashi yamada#aizawa shouta#present mic#eraser head#eraserhead#which one is it for aizawa's hero name?? one word or two#anyways#yuuei#bnha#boku no hero academia#pls don't come for me because of the kissing one#they are an adult ship and i did not get into it#i dont wanna get into it but like thats how i headcanon aizawa okay#im not gonna act like it aint never crossed my mind#aizawa is ugly cute sometimes i guess so yeah#all might#toshinori yagi#my hero academia#mha#soullessapple#asks
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