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charliemwrites · 3 months

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Mister(s) Steal Your Girl — part 3

(I seriously need to come up with an actual name for this series before it sets in)

Introducing his grand horniness- John “Soap” MacTavish

No Content Warnings

It’s been six, coming up on seven, dates with Kyle. A dwindling part of you feared that after the absolutely mind-blowing night you two shared, he’d ghost you or something.

But nope, the morning after was spent in one of his jumpers, receiving kisses and breakfast and tea. The two of you watched movies all day until he drove you home, kissing you at the door. He let you keep his jumper.

Not three days later, he invited you to a movie you’d both been excited to see, and giggled over the popcorn bowl like teenagers. He didn’t even mind that you leaned over to whisper during certain parts, or the ramble you went on afterwards. (When you apologized for overanalyzing and talking so much, he gave you a bizarre, almost offended look. “Don’t you dare stop,” he huffed, “you’re way better than radio. What did you think about that after credit scene?”)

A few days after that, he called with apologetic news.

“Being shipped out for a couple weeks. Shouldn’t be anything too dangerous, and I’ll call when I can,” he explained.

You told the nervous little twist in your gut that you knew this about him. That this is Kyle’s job, not a convenient excuse to ignore you.

“Stay safe regardless,” you murmured earnestly into the phone. “I‘ll… I’ll miss you, Kyle.”

“You’re getting the biggest hug when I get back, darlin’,” he promised.

He kept to it too. Called at odd hours sometimes - once during dinner with your fiance even. But Brandon is always taking random calls nowadays, so you figured, given the circumstances, it’s not such a big deal to excuse yourself either.

On the other end of the call, Kyle sounded a bit tired, but happy to talk to you. He couldn’t tell you anything about what he was doing, but shared some smaller, safer details. That the tea was shite because Soap kept over-steeping it. That his lieutenant was big enough to body slam him during sparring practice. That Captain Price wishes you well and promises to bring Kyle back in one piece.

You even heard one of his teammates in the background, asking Kyle if he was “chirping at his new bird.” Soap, as you found out. They sound like a good bunch.

When Kyle comes back, you offer to welcome him at his apartment. You bring a little plate of cookies and a pack of his favorite beer, hoping it’s not too much. But when he opens the door, his expression melts before he scoops you up in the big hug he promised.

“You’re a fuckin’ dream, ya know that?” he murmurs, tucking his face against your neck.

You spend the whole weekend with him, kissing at the stitched-up knife wound on his muscled arm. Otherwise, all in one piece.

“Would you… want to meet my mates sometime?” he asks as you’re getting dressed for work Monday morning.

“Of course,” you reply instantly. Realize that might be too eager. “If you want to introduce me, that is.”

“I want to show you off to the bloody Queen, babes.”

You giggle, crossing the room to drop a quick kiss on his lips. He tries to draw you in for something deeper, but you wiggle and swat at him, complaining that he’ll make you late.

It’s good, you think. Blissfully good. Honeymoon phase, maybe, but considering how far off your actual honeymoon is, you feel like you deserve this. Kyle is a wonderful partner - kind, attentive, respectful. He listens, he cares, he’s independent of you and respects your boundaries. Sometimes you can’t believe you were ever nervous about this open relationship thing in the first place.

On Wednesday of that same week, Kyle tells you that Soap is going to visit and is eager to meet you. He was thinking dinner and drinks, come back to Kyle’s apartment afterwards. You readily agree.

The next day, a bouquet comes in. It’s a beautiful, though not extravagant, arrangement. Calla lilies, roses, and hydrangeas. The note that comes with it says, “Wanted to make a good first impression in case Kyle told you lies.” It’s signed “Johnny.”

You send a picture to Kyle, amused and a bit endeared. It brightens the rest of your day so much that you barely notice Lucy’s usual snide comments.

On Friday night, Brandon is unexpectedly home. Usually he doesn’t even come home from work on Fridays anymore - or at least he didn’t before you met Kyle. Lately, you only pop in if you’ve forgotten something for your overnight bag. You had to stay late at the office today, though, and your apartment is closer than Kyle’s.

“Was thinking we could go out tonight,” he tells you.

“Oh,” you say, taken aback. Not just by the invitation, but by the mix of emotion in your gut. Some of it is excitement and relief, but not as much as you’d expect. It’s warring with unease and reluctance, a bit of frustration that now of all times he wants to reconnect.

“Um, raincheck?” you offer, smoothing down your dress. It’s a new one you picked out with Kyle; you’re hoping he (Kyle) will notice. “I have plans.”

Brandon’s brow furrows, smile going tight. “You can’t reschedule?”

God you hate confrontation and he knows that, doesn’t he? Why is he pushing?

“Well I don’t know when I’ll get to see them again,” you explain.

Suddenly the tension in his shoulders eases. “Oh, is it a few people then?”

“Just a couple. I’m meeting one of them for the first time.”

“Have fun then,” he says, fishing his phone from his pocket. Like you’re not even there anymore.

You blink, then your phone buzzes with a message from Kyle and you hurry out the door.

“I knew you’d look terrific in that dress,” he says as soon as he sees you.

Thoughts of Brandon, that strange interaction, and those churning feelings all disappear in an instant. Kyle just has a way of soothing you.

The restaurant is one that has quickly become one of your favorites with Kyle. Good food, good drinks, quiet and relaxed atmosphere. You like the funky artwork and squishy booths.

Soap (Johnny?) has already gotten your party a table, and stands as the two of you approach. You nearly stop right there, and then almost trip a bit as momentum urges you onwards. Manage not to make a fool of yourself, but you still boggle at him.

Because Kyle? You thought he was a fluke. Just too handsome to be real, never mind tall and fit and friendly and— well, anyway.

You thought he was a fluke.

But Soap/Johnny is goddamn handsome too! Trim stubble, pretty eyes behind thick lashes, a soft-looking Mohawk that gives him a boyish charm without seeming immature.

“There you two are, thought ye stood me up!” he greets, drawing Kyle into one of those friendly man-hugs with the shoulder pats that look like they hurt.

“Youre a cheap date anyway, MacTavish,” Kyle replies, gently easing you forward with a hand on the small of your back.

“Och, don’t bad mouth me in front of a lady,” Johnny/Soap complains, then turns his twinkling gaze to you and offers a hand. “John MacTavish, but this bampot calls me Soap.”

“Not Johnny?” you ask curiously.

You take his hand, find callouses similar to Kyle’s. But his palm is a bit broader, a scar along his thumb - from a burn it looks like. Just as warm, just as careful. A firm, but not tight shake.

“You can call me anything you like, lass,” he says. From the corner of your eye, you see Kyle choking back a laugh. Johnny it is, you figure.

“Wait ‘Soap’ is a callsign right?” you ask as Kyle herds you into the booth.

“Right-o,” Johnny replies, smiling.

“Does Kyle have one?”

The grin that he gives you would make the devil sweat. As it is, Kyle groans and shoots you a betrayed look.

“Oh does he, lass.”

You light up, grin right back. “Tell me?”

“As if I could say no to a pretty face like that!”

And so begins a long, warm, perfect night. Johnny is great company. Welcoming and friendly, quick to smile, sharp witted. You could sit all night listening to him and Kyle quip at each other, but they’re so careful to keep you included and engaged.

Johnny even offers you some of his chips when his order comes, and you’re too delighted to say no. Not that Kyle seems to mind, encouraging you to steal a couple for him since Johnny keeps whacking his hand away.

The night ends back at Kyle’s. You whip up another batch of cookies with some suspiciously new-looking baking ingredients. The boys keep you company while you work — Kyle mixes the batter when your arm gets tired and Johnny keeps your wine glass full. In the end, you let them each get a lick of the dough spoon.

Eventually, you move to the couch, climb on together. Kyle, for some reason, scooches you into the middle instead of one of the ends, but you don’t mind and neither does Johnny, it seems. They argue over a movie to put on, but it doesn’t matter because the three of you talk through most of it anyway.

The second movie is your pick, which is your downfall. You barely get halfway through before dozing off. End up stirring to muffled laughter and harsh whispering. You’ve slumped into Johnny, you realize, seeing Kyle’s broad smile.

“Oh,” you hum, trying to sit up. “‘M sorry…”

“You’re alright, lass,” Johnny murmurs, gently nudging you back down.

“Kyle?” you ask, yawning.

“Still watching the movie, sweetheart. You can go back to your nap. Soap’s nice and warm, yeah?”

You hum, snuggle in again. He is comfy. “So are you.”

Another quiet chuckle. “I know, love.”

He rouses you later — the movie must be over, you think blearily. Kyle scoops you up, plants a kiss on your cheek as you tuck in.

“Say good night to your teddy bear, baby.”

“‘Night, Johnny,” you mumble, nuzzling your face into Kyle’s neck.

“‘Night, bonnie.”

You wake first the next morning — rare and precious. Kyle is lying behind you snoring softly, arm around your waist. You wiggle around to watch his sleeping face for a minute, appreciating the peace in his features. Drop a whisper-soft kiss on his cheek and then slip out of bed.

He grumbles a bit, but you coo at him to go back to sleep and he subsides quickly. Once you’ve freshened up in the bathroom, you pad out to the living room. Johnny is up as well, watching tv on low volume with a coffee on his knee.

“Mornin’,” he says.

“Good morning,” you chirp back, continuing for the kitchen.

“You’re up early,” he observes, following.

“Slept well,” you reply, grinning. “Thanks in part to you. I hope that wasn’t uncomfortable.”

He ducks his head a bit, a light flush blooming across his ears and cheeks. “Nah, can’t complain about a pretty girl fallin’ asleep on me. Means I must have made a good impression, eh?”

“Oh! That reminds me - those flowers were gorgeous. Did you know calla lilies are my favorite?”

“Aye, Kyle’s been talkin’ about ya nonstop since ye met.”

It’s your turn to flush, and much brighter. You hurriedly turn to the cabinets.

“Well, thank you. I loved them.”

“Yeah? I’ll send you more then.”

Startled, you whip around on him, mouth stupidly open as you try to find a response. “You really don’t have to do that!”

“But what if I want to?”

And if you were struggling for words before, you’re hopeless now. So you just throw your hands up with a little “gah” sound and turn back to gathering ingredients.

“What are we making?” Johnny asks, taking mercy on you. Not that using that sly “we” isn’t devastating to your composure.

“My super special flapjack recipe,” you answer. “Could you get that big bowl down for me?”

He steps past you to do so while you dig out the measuring spoons from the dishwasher.

“If they’re as good as your cookies, then I’m gonna need extra PT after this weekend.”

“Good,” you reply, smug, “that’s my goal.”

“Dangerous woman.”

You snort, holding up a wooden spoon. “Oh yeah, I’m a real threat brandishing cooking utensils at a special ops guy.”

“Och, don’ sell yourself short - my nan used to be a menace with those things!”

Kyle exits the bedroom fifteen minutes later to the smell of cinnamon and his best friend with a face full of flour.

“…Do I even want to know?”

“Just be glad she’s on our side, Garrick.”

#cod #thoughts™️#my writing #fanfiction #reader fic #misters steal your girl #get it? misters plural. because they all steal that girl #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #johnny mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #Brandon the crash dummy

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alena-draws · 1 year

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Beware of major Trigun spoilers!

(they are not necessarily chronological to the events in the au, I’ll just be drawing what scenes come to mind)

First part of my Vashwood Reincarnation AU that I’m gonna call “Cutting the Strings of Fate”, which planted itself in my mind some days ago! The concept takes part in the future after the Trigun Maximum events.

While I was drawing I was wondering if Vash is a bit too ooc here maybe? Tristamp Vash is a pretty diffcícult character to grasp for me, but I think considering that he hasn’t really lived through all that that he did in the anime, and just starts to remember the events in the manga, it’s ok if he’s a bit more carefree at first, and not so completely the depressed and sad puppy from the anime...Anyway, mixing the Tristamp characters with the Trimax universe was a fun idea to me! I love both iterations of the characters and their respective universes a lot, sooo why not mash them together?

Look under the cut for the whole story idea:

Many decades after the events of Trigun Maximum, Vash is reborn on the same planet. Even though still needed to sustain themselves, humans are less dependant of plants now, and the great project to cultivate the planet has been very successfull, with the first forests and occassional green that will grow out of the dry soil. Vash is a young but skillful plant engineer, who will also from time to time help out in different towns to have a look at their local plants. One day he starts having dreams about his past life, with them getting clearer and clearer and revealing more of his past. He meets Zazie, who is still the old Beast who knew Vash the Stampede. Because of that, Zazie notices that the very individual electric impulse of Vash, that every being gives off and can be detected by the worms, is indeed very close to the same signal of Vash the Stampede. Thus confirming that Vash is indeed some kind of reincarnation.

Vash's brother Nai works as a bioengineer, looking after the preservation of important vegetation in another city, where their mother Rem lives, too. Vash meets Wolfwood, who starts to help out in the plant facility as a odd-job man, and they grow closer together. One day though, an accident happens, convincing Vash and Zazie that Vash's history is trying to repeat itself. They fear that just like in the past, Nai who is obviously another reincarnation could run berserk, and that Rem and Wolfwood are, just as well, in danger to become fate's victim once again.

With the help of Zazie that can feel how, after each past event repeating itself in some way, Vash's and the others' electric signals grow closer to their past selves', they try to defy fate and bring about a happy end for everyone. (Yay!)

#trigun #trigun stampede #comic #trigun au #vashwood #vash #wolfwood #trigun spoilers #trigun maximum spoilers #zazie #zazie the beast

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itgetsdark-x · 1 year

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I Wanna See You Beggin’ (Part 2)

Summary: Joel Miller is your dad’s best friend, you knew it was wrong, you knew it would only cause trouble but you couldn’t help the way you ached for the man. Disclaimers: (Title is from I Hate Myself for Loving You — Joan Jett & The Blackhearts) I do not own any of these characters / people but I did write these words, I don’t give permission for this to be copied anywhere else 😌

Characters: dbf!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni, pls), oral (m receiving)(pretty rough deep throating), face slapping (just once), mild choking, praise kink, age gap (reader mid twenties, Joel would be late 40s), use of the word ‘daddy’, minor angst / pining, no outbreak in this au. It’s just filthy smut… again lol

A/N: okay so y’all seemed to enjoy part one (read here if you haven’t done so yet!) , which by the way, I am totally blown away by, I appreciate all the likes and reblogs <3 I already have a third part near enough ready to go so if this is enjoyed again, I’ll for sure post it. Don’t forget, you can send me asks with any requests you may have for future fics / one shots 💕

You hissed under your breath as the early morning light pierced through the thin curtains and disrupted your peaceful slumber. You stretched out your limbs with a yawn and relished in the delicious ache in your thighs, it was a lasting reminder that last night actually happened and wasn’t a crazy sex dream. Your hand sleepily traced the mattress next to you and you felt cool sheets, panic rose like acid in your throat and you bolted up right in the unfamiliar bed.

Joel. Where was Joel?

Great, he had probably gone out, wanting you to be gone by the time he was back; just wanting to avoid any further interaction with you. You got out of bed and quietly walked down the stairs, hugging Joel’s shirt around your waist for warmth.

Your breath caught in your throat as you walked into the kitchen and saw Joel out on his patio, smoking a cigarette, a steaming mug of coffee on the table next to him. He was dressed in an old jumper, rips at the hem and loose joggers, he looked breathtaking; his hair dishevelled and messy and shoulders looking so broad as he rested against the wall. You turned and saw another mug on the countertop, maybe he did want you there after all.

Joel took a long drag on his cigarette and exhaled the smoke, his breath lingering in the cool early morning air as he did so. He went to reach for his warm mug of coffee but caught a glimpse of you inside; there you were, still you but somehow different. His shirt looked perfect on you, especially when you pulled the fabric around you; he could see your perky nipples through the thin fabric and it made his mouth water.

No. Not now, you both needed to sit down and actually talk about what happened last night. Joel was happy to draw a line in the sand and pretend it never happened, if that is what you wanted. It would kill him, seeing you without being able to have you again but he would do it, if you wanted to.

“Mornin’,” he said as he opened the back door and stepped into the warm house, mug still in hand. “How’d you sleep, darlin’?” He asked, his voice raspy after his first cigarette of the day, sleep still thick in the air for you both.

“Hi,” you said quietly. “Slept like a baby for a change.” You laughed dryly. “Is that for me?” You asked awkwardly, shrugging your head towards the hot mug on the countertop.

He nodded and that’s all you needed before you picked up the mug and brought it up to your lips. You drank some of the smooth liquid and sighed contentedly as you felt the warmth spread through your throat and body. Just what you needed.

You shuffled awkwardly on the spot, feet not knowing how to stand still. You would normally walk into Joel’s house and swan around like it were you own home but now you couldn’t help but feel like a guest, and an awkward one at that. You opened your mouth to speak when Joel’s phone rang loudly, making you jump slightly.

The older male fished his phone out of his trouser pockets and hit answer.

“Hey bud, whatcha doing today? Chilly out but looks like good weather for the rest of the day, thinking we could go out fishing or something?” You heard your dad through the phone and your throat tightened, shame rose in your body and you placed your mug on the counter shakily.

“Hey, I - I uh, I’m not feeling too good today actually. Think that Chinese was a little funky last night.” Joel lied, glancing over to you.

“Okay no worries, Miller. Will catch ya on Monday at work.” Your dad spoke.

Joel was about to say his goodbyes and hastily hang up the phone when your dad spoke once more.

“Hey, did you hear from Y/N last night once she was home? I know sometimes she’ll send me a message once she’s home safe. Just a bit worried, kiddo is a woman now but I still panic. Y’know?” Your dad rambled.

“Nope. Not heard from her.” Joel lied once more and guilt spread throughout his whole body. He felt sick. “I’ll send her a message and tell her to quit worryin’ her dad! Maybe she just fell asleep.”

“Yeah yeah, that’s true. Thanks Joel, see you soon.” And with that, your dad had hung up the phone.

Joel gently threw his phone gently onto the countertop and you couldn’t help but smile.

“He never lets you say bye.” You giggled. “He’ll always say ‘I love you’ but never lets me respond before he hangs up. Old men and technology.” You winked.

“You should text your dad.” Joel stated matter of factly.

“Oh, um. Yeah. I think my phone is still in my car.” You said quietly, Joel’s coldness stinging you.

“I’ll get it for you. Don’t need the neighbours seeing you flashing them this early in the mornin’.” He mumbled, giving your body a once over with your eyes and then that was it, he walked past you to go to your car out front.

“Joel -,” you called and held your hand out to touch his arm but he walked on past you.

You wanted to cry, the sudden coldness felt like such a harsh contrast to his previous warmth. You could still hear his laugh as he teased you last night, could still feel his warmth breath on your sensitive skin. You pressed a finger into your inner thighs and shivered at the dull ache you still felt in them, it was pure, visceral proof that the previous night had happened.

Shakily, you hopped up into the seat at the kitchen countertop, your legs swaying as they searched for the bar to rest on. You had crossed your arms onto the cold marble and pressed your head into them, were you trying to hide, shrink or simply disappear? You weren’t one hundred percent sure but what you did know was you wanted to cry. Everything suddenly felt messier, your dad’s call clearly shook you both and it was frustrating that the little bubble the two of you had created was popped with one two minute phone call. You bit your lip as tears started to fill your vision, making it all blurry, you sniffed and when you heard the front door close softly you sat up and cleared your eyes with the back of your hand.

Joel walked into the kitchen and slid your phone onto the countertop, avoiding eye contact with you. You sniffed and said a small ‘thanks’ with a shaky breath and he then looked at you with furrowed brows.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, a hand going to touch your arm comfortingly which was such a stark contrast to the coldness in his voice.

You pulled your arm away and stood down from the stool. You looked up at Joel and smiled weakly, in all truth, you wanted to be held by him. You wanted him to kiss you softly and promise that everything would work out fine but you didn’t quite believe that would be the case.

“Oh, uh, nothing. I should, um, I should text dad and get going. Don’t wanna hang around like a bad rash or nothin’.” You spoke hurriedly and looked down at your phone.

‘Miller said you were worried, sorry, pops. Was a long night. I love you :) xxx’ you punched the message into your phone and hit send, hoping with everything that your dad wouldn’t ring you, you weren’t ready to face him yet. He had no clue how you and Joel had potentially ruined the ten year friend that was shared.

“Peach,” he whispered and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. The nickname sent warmth through you once again, it caused butterflies to erupt and for a quick throb to ripple through your core as you remembered your antics from last night. The way Joel had moaned your nickname as he tasted you on his fingers for the first time. “I mean,” he sighed again, searching for the right words.

“Y/N,” he said dryly. There is was again. Hot, cold, hot, cold… He turned to face you and looked directly at your face, he could see the sadness settled in your very features, he hated it and he wanted to beat himself up for causing it. He shouldn’t, he knew he shouldn’t but his legs were moving without him even thinking and he was there, placing a kiss to your lips without another word. Hot.

You placed a hand on his broad chest and gently pushed away, you didn’t want to break the kiss. Of course you didn’t, why would you but you had been pulled pillar to post this morning already and you felt dizzy.

“W-what do you want from me?” You hissed. “First it’s all darlin’ and how’d you sleep?” You mocked his Southern drawl as you spoke. “Then it’s all, your old man is worried. I’m gonna be a dick and ignore you. Then it’s _Peach_… Then my name, which by the way, you’ve not said seriously like that in years and now a kiss? You’re making me crazy here.” You ranted, your arms dramatically flailing as you spoke. “I said I was gonna go, get out of your hair. We don’t have to speak about this,” you gestured between the two of you. “Again. Don’t worry, Miller.” You spat and sure, maybe it was a little dramatic but he had pissed you off already and you had barely been awake for an hour.

“Watch your tone.” Joel spoke calmly as he watched you huff and fold your arms. “Weren’t being such a brat last night darlin’, maybe you just need to be filled with my cock again. Get you all happy and drunk on my cock. Hm? That was you need, baby?” Somewhere during your rant, you had taken a step or two back but Joel had just closed that distance between you again.

He hooked his finger and thumb under your chin so he could tilt your face up to look at him. You pouted and huffed once more, before re-folding your arms over your chest.

“Fuck off, Joel.” You growled, your voice sharp and confident.

“I said.” Joel hissed out, his grip tightening on your chin to hold your stare. “Watch. Your. Tone.” His other hand went to the nape of your neck and grabbed a handful of hair at the base of your skull. He tugged it harshly causing your head to be held back roughly and you moaned, so pathetically and loud you actually felt ashamed.

“Not so big and confident now, are you, little girl?” Joel chuckled sadistically. “Now. Are you gonna quit acting like a brat and let me cook you some food, I think we should talk over breakfast.” He said, releasing your hair and chin from his hands with a smirk.

“I don’t have panties on,” you whined. “You’re warm and cosy and I don’t even have panties on. Where are mine, anyway?” You asked innocently, knowing full well that he had stuffed them into his jeans pocket last night.

“Oh, those little black ones?” Joel smirked, looking in his fridge for ingredient for breakfast. “Yeah, I’ll be keeping hold of that for you. It was a mess.” Joel laughed as he grabbed eggs and bacon from the large fridge. “Top drawer in my bedroom.”

“Huh?” You asked, head cocked in confusion.

“Clothes. Grab what you want, you can take a pair of my boxers, seems only fair. Tit for tat.” He said nonchalantly like it was all natural.

You rolled your eyes and ran upstairs to grab yourself one of Joel’s old hoodies and a pair of his boxers to at least cover your modesty. You slipped into the boxers and hoodie you smiled, bringing the fabric of the hoodie up to your face to take a deep inhale of Joel’s scent. You wandered into the bathroom to take a look at your appearance and you looked a hot mess, your hair was still up from yesterday but it was knotted and messy. Your makeup, for the most part was still intact besides some black smudges under your eyes.

You found a hairbrush, let your hair fall down and cleaned up your general appearance. You by no means looked perfect, but you looked better than before. You walked down the stairs, humming to yourself and you smiled as the smell of bacon filled your nostrils and you could hear Joel singing to himself in the kitchen.

“You’ve got a nice voice, Miller.” You announced as you walked into the kitchen and took your previous spot in the stall at the countertop. His voice was smooth, it was deep and smokey.

“Thanks, darlin’.” He chuckled, suddenly feeling insecure. “You happy with bacon, eggs and some pancakes?” He asked and poured you a fresh cup of coffee. He handed it to you and kissed your cheek before going back to cooking.

“Thanks.” You whispered and sipped at your coffee, your stomach was full to the brim with butterflies.

“I -“ you both speak at the same time, you both laugh and just like that, some of the tension felt eased between you both again. It felt slightly normal.

“After you, sweet.” Joel said and dished up you both some breakfast. He placed the plate in front of you alongside some cutlery and he smiled as he sat just beside you on the stool at the corner of the counter.

“Thanks.” You said quietly, picking up your cutlery. “I, I was just going to say… if you wanna pretend this never happened, I’ll go along with it, I mean sure it’ll hurt for a bit but like, I guess what I mean is… I’ve pined after you for some years now, I can do it again. I know you care about my dad and wouldn’t want anything to upset him and of course, neither do I! I mean… god, I don’t know what I mean but. I’m sorry about last night, I hope you don’t regret it.” Your voice trailed off at the end and you didn’t dare to look him in the eyes as you spoke, you knew if you did you would have been a goner.

“Sweet girl,” he spoke, his voice was breathy and quiet and did you detect a hint of sadness? “I don’t regret last night, not even a little bit. I’m real sorry if I crossed any lines, I know I’m a lot older than you and I know I’ve known you for years.” He mumbled, he was looking at you endearingly and just the sight of you here, in his hoodie, eating breakfast with him like you’ve always belonged there. “I loved last night… Was something I thought about for a while.” He admitted sheepishly.

“Wait. No — you?” You peered up at him through your lashes and you blushed, a light flush settled high on your soft cheeks. You tried to bite back the smile but you couldn’t. “Y-you wanted me like that too?” You asked and grinned as you pushed some food into your mouth.

Joel laughed lowly and ate his breakfast with a fond shake of his head. “Yeah, and why exactly is that so unbelievable to you?” He asked.

“Just. Thought you were too gentlemanly to corrupt your best friend’s daughter.” You smirked.

“We both know you were corrupt long before I had my way with you last night.” He smirked right back, cocking an eyebrow at you as he took a long sip from his mug.

“So…” you said quietly. “What happens now? We going into my pop’s house and say hey dad, guess what!? Old man Miller and I are fucking! He makes my toes curl and eyes roll back into my skull. Aren’t ya happy for us?” Your voice was laced with sarcasm and faux-pep.

Joel spluttered as he choked on his mouthful of food. “Fuck,” he cursed as he laughed. “I think that would be enough to kill your dad off, sweetheart.” He continued laughing and you gently smacked at his bicep. He waved a hand in front of his face dismissively before clearing his throat to continue. “And uh, for what it’s worth… I would very much like to see you, uh, outside of the bedroom as well.” He looked at you, trying to gauge your reaction.

“Wait you mean… like date me? You wanna date me?” You asked, staring at Joel as if he had grown another head. “You’re fucking with me, right?”

“Again, why is that so hard to believe?” He questioned, finishing off his breakfast.

“I guess most guys have one night of sex with me and decide either they’re done altogether or that’s all they want from me.” You shrugged, a pang of sadness striking you.

“I don’t know how to make it any clearer than I already have, peach. I want you. Completely. I want you to be mine and no one else’s.” His voice was soft but it was matter of factly.

“God,” you sighed happily and pushed your plate away from you as you stepped down from your stool. “I’ve wanted to hear that from you for so long.” You whispered and closed the distance between you both so you could place a soft kiss to his lips.

His lips tasted sweet from the maple syrup, the faint rich flavour of coffee lingered on his breath and his previous cigarettes still clung to him. It was just Joel still and it made you feel drunk. You reached up on your tiptoes to kiss him deeper, your hands on either side of his face as you did so.

His hands sat on the small of your back and he smiled into the kiss. “So, is that a yes?” He asked, barely breaking the kiss to speak.

You laughed and gave him an eager nod. “Yes. I’m yours. Completely. You’ve got me hooked.” You sighed contentedly.

“That’s my girl.” He smiled, hand slipping down to cup your ass. “We will cross the messy bridge of your pops when it’s necessary, yeah?” He asked and peppered soft kisses down your neck after he moved the strands of hair out of the way. You nodded softly before you tilted your neck to expose more of your skin. “Good girl. For now, we’ll see how it goes. Wanna take you out on a real date. Real fancy restaurant and parade you around on my arm.” He said proudly, his hand placing a quick smack to your ass.

You held onto Joel’s shoulders as he kissed your neck and you let out a small moan, barely there and all breath. “How about I thank you for breakfast, daddy?” You smirked, knowing how he had reacted to the nickname the night before.

“Hmm, whatcha got in mind?” He asked, sinking his teeth into your clavicle, just under the fabric of his hoodie.

You looked at him and took a step back, a devilish smile spread across your lips and you grabbed the hair tie from your wrist before pulling your hair up into a rough ponytail.

“Wanna taste you, Miller.” You all but purred into his ear and your hand trailed up his thigh to cup his heavy balls through his joggers. He was already half-hard and you felt his cock twitch. You giggled and looked down to his joggers. “Excited already?” You teased with a new found power in you.

“Shut up,” he growled, rolling his eyes.

You laughed again and dragged him from his stool, you pushed him back with your arm so that the small of his back was flush with the counter. You pulled his joggers down, not wanting to waste a second more. Your mouth was watering, you couldn’t wait to taste him properly, to feel his heavy cock hitting the back of your throat. Admittedly, you were a little nervous as he was big and you hadn’t given head to someone who was so well-endowed but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t be willing to die trying.

Joel hissed as the cool air pricked at the damp tip of his cock. His length bobbed gently as it was removed from the restraints of his trousers and Joel stepped out of the joggers. He wasted no time in pulling his old jumper over his head and you felt arousal pool in the pits of your stomach; in this light you could see every freckle, every hair and every tiny scar that peppered Joel’s body. It made your mouth water. You looked Joel in the eyes, a playful smirk sat on your lips and you spat into your hand, the filthy noise echoed that echoed in the kitchen. You wrapped your hand around the shaft of Joel’s large cock and stroked him until he was fully hard and leaking from the slit. He bit into his bottom lip and watched your small hand stroke him, you barely covered half his length as you stroked him and it made each pass more torturous.

“Never gonna get used to how big you are, daddy.” You purred into his ear, leaning up to speak to him all whilst your hand stroked him. “You think I’m gonna be able to take you into my mouth fully?” You asked with a moan, really ramping up the sexiness, just anything to drive the older man wild.

He groaned, it was working. His voice caught in his throat as he went to speak. “Gonna have to try really hard for me, little girl.”

You sank to your knees and looked up at Joel through your long lashes. You stuck your tongue out and licked a long, fat stripe from the base to tip of his cock. You immediately moaned, a vague salty tang spreading over your tongue and you felt an insatiable hunger build inside of you.

Joel looked down at you and stroked a soft hand over your cheek, encouraging you to take him into your mouth. You were more than happy to oblige, you opened your mouth wider and allowed yourself to sink your mouth onto his tip and down, down, down. You halted, your lips were tightly wrapped around his cock and you breathed through your nose shakily. He was so big, you weren’t convinced you would be able to take him further. You looked up at Joel and repeated that process; drawing your mouth up and then back down to the same spot.

“That’s it, my good girl. Taking daddy’s cock so well.” He cooed, his voice somehow soothing yet so condescending. It sent shockwaves through your body and you wanted more from him; you wanted him to praise you more, you wanted him to humiliate you more. Just more.

You moaned around his length and your eyes fluttered shut as you managed to take him deeper until your nose was pressed into the thatch of dark pubic hair. You breathed through your nose again, trying to relax your throat deeper for Joel to use. You breathed in deep and whined from the back of your throat, his musk was heady and thick.

“Oh fuck,” Joel groaned gruffly. Your noises sent vibrations through the tip of his cock and it had him letting his head fall back in defeat. “Good girl, good girl, good girl.” He chanted as you raised your mouth, you fully removed his length from your mouth and let your tongue swirl around his tip before you dipped it into his leaking slit.

“Tastes so good.” You moaned, sticking your tongue out, taking his cock you slapped it onto the flat of your tongue. Spittle ran down your chin and onto his hoodie as you did so and it was the perfect picture of sin. Joel wanted to take a photo and keep with him forever.

“Naughty girl,” he smirked, looking back down at you hand, his hand was still gently rested on your face and he swiped his thumb across your bottom lip. “How about we take that hoodie off you so I can see those perfect tits.” He said, holding your chin and urging you to stand up.

You obeyed, of course you did, you were completely at Joel’s will. You smiled at him, wiping your mouth and chin with the back of your hand. It was filthy and made his cock twitch knowing he was the one making a mess of someone who always seemed so put-together and perfect. You held the hem of the hoodie you were wearing and you pulled it over your head, removing your shirt at the same time, in one swift movement. Your tits bounced as they caught on the fabric of the hoodie and Joel watched with fervour.

He didn’t say a single word instead, he ducked his head down and latched messily onto one of your nipples. You whimpered, ignoring the dampness in your underwear and absently, you cursed that you had ruined a pair of Joel’s boxers.

“J-Joel,” you whined and tugged your fingers into his hair. “Wanna finish what I started.” You huffed and it was true, you wanted Joel to feel as good as he had made you feel the night before. “I’m trying to say thank you for breakfast, remember.” You laughed breathlessly.

He finally released your nipple after feeling somewhat satisfied with its effect on you. You took a breath before resuming your previous position on your knees, your hands holding onto his thighs for stability and you wasted no time in sinking your mouth back onto Joel’s cock, he groaned once more and ran his fingers through his hair as he watched.

“So beautiful. So perfect. No one has sucked my cock this good before, Peach. No one has made me feel this good. Such a good girl for me, doing such a good job.” He moaned, his words falling out of his parted lips as a helpless ramble. “A-are you happy for me to be rougher?” He asked you, and you pulled off him again with a slightly cocked head in confusion.

“Rougher?” You asked, innocence completely shrouding your voice.

“Yeah, I would love to be able to fuck into your mouth, into that good little throat of yours. Feel you gag around me.” Joel’s cock twitched heavily in your hand, his own words clearly exciting him and you couldn’t deny the way your arousal pooled deep inside of you. “If it gets too much darlin’, you tell me and I’ll stop immediately. Alright. Don’t wanna hurt you.” He cooed, there it was again; that somewhat comforting yet entirely condescending tone of voice.

You nodded dumbly up at him, unsure of how he wanted you to continue. It was as if he read your mind in that moment. “Open your mouth real wide for me, baby girl.” His voice was commanding and you followed his instructions obediently. “That’s it, atta girl. Now, put your hands flat on your thighs and let daddy fuck that filthy mouth of yours.”

A whine escaped your mouth and again, you followed his instructions perfectly. Joel took his cock and pushed it into the wet of your mouth with a gruff moan. He bottomed out harshly and you couldn’t help the gag that built up and escaped. You screwed your eyes shut, just trying to will yourself and your throat to relax and accommodate him.

“Shh, that’s it. Take it.” He growled and pulled his hips back before pushing his cock back into your mouth once again, he kept one hand roughly placed at the back of your head, gripping your ponytail just so he had some leverage to get himself deeper into your mouth. He started a rough pace from the get-go and you allowed it to happen; tears fell from your eyes and stained your cheeks as he continued his attack on your throat. “Look at me.” He commanded harshly, his voice was a low growl.

You tried opening your eyes to look up at him but with each thrust into your mouth they squeezed shut, spit was spilling from all around your lips as Joel fucked into you. You were helpless and you loved it, you felt like you were doing something good and making him feel good, it’s all you wanted.

“I said,” Joel hissed and brought his hand down to slap across your face abruptly. “Fuckin’ look up at me.” He growled once again and your eyes shot open, panic filling them at the slap. It should have hurt but it didn’t, it just made you wetter than before. A vague sting lingered on your delicate face but it made you hungry to do better for Joel, you wanted to impress him more. “That’s it. Good little slut for daddy, aren’t you?” He hissed, his free hand resting on your throat, with each thrust Joel could feel you try and swallow his tip, he squeezed your neck and he could feel it through your throat. With each thrust he felt the fat head of his cock bump against the back of your throat and hit near his hand.

Your eyes fluttered shut again at his filthy words, them having just the effect on you he desired, this time Joel allowed it. You felt lightheaded as you tried to suck in air through your mouth but instead spit bubbles gathered at your lips. It was obscene and filthy, only something you had seen in hardcore pornos before.

Your hands gripped helplessly at your own thighs, still doing as you you were told. Every so often, when Joel’s cock hit the back of your throat and you weren’t able to catch your breath or swallow you gagged harshly around Joel but that only seemed to egg him on further.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered, his hips stuttering slightly. “G-gonna cum.” He groaned, his hands releasing the vice on your neck and hair which caused you to gasp around his cock. “Where do you want it, little girl? Wanna swallow it all down? Or do you want it all over your pretty face and tits?” He asked, admiring your wrecked face.

Joel pulled his cock roughly from your mouth and you swallowed down air like it was going out of fashion, your eyes were leaking and a thick, long line of spit joined his cock to your lips still.

“M-mouth.” You managed to stutter out.

He smirked down at you and drank in the filth before him. Your cheeks were flushed pink, one side of your face pinker than the other where we had slapped you previously. Your eyes were wet, your mascara only having been smudged further as your tears stained your cheeks and your lips were puffy and swollen from the bruising force of Joel’s cock.

“Wanna taste me, huh? Wanna drink down what daddy gives?” He asked using that tone once again.

You nodded dumbly and stuck your tongue out for Joel to finish on. He smiled and took his length, he gave your cheek a slap with it and you moaned weakly at him, your thighs were shaking from holding your body up at this angle for so long. As you moaned, Joel laughed breathily and slapped his cock onto your tongue; your curled it upwards, ready to catch every drop of cum he would give you.

“Please,” you breathed, your eyes batting and heavy lidded.

“As you wish, princess.” He groaned and stroked himself quickly, his cock plenty lubed from your excessive spit. He locked eyes with you and you felt your body nearly crumble under his heavy gaze. You were near panting as you waited with anticipation, with Joel’s dark eyes boring into you. His once warm, puppy brown eyes seemed almost black as he released himself onto your tongue.

As the first drops hit your tongue you felt Joel’s cock head twitch as he came, hard. You whimpered at the taste, waiting for him to stroke himself through his orgasm. You weakly reached a hand up to stroke him and help milk him of every drop and he winced at the overstimulation. Once you were sure Joel had finished, you curled your tongue into your mouth and swallowed down the salty taste with a moan. You were never usually a fan of guy’s finishing in your mouth but with Joel, how could you say no. Everything about him drove you wild, right down to how his cum tasted.

Joel helped you off the floor and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. “So beautiful,” he whispered and you smiled. “Did such a good job, peach.” He praised and pressed a kiss to your forehead; you loved the way pride blossomed through your chest and it only made you want to try again, and do better that time.

“Tastes so good.” You moaned against Joel’s lips softly and it caused him to smile. “Thanks again for breakfast.” You giggled.

“I uh, I hope I didn’t go too far or hurt you? I’m really sorry if I did, I got carried away.” He mumbled sheepishly, and this time it was his turn for his cheeks to flush red.

“Joel,” you warned softly. “It was perfect and I, well, I think you unlocked a new kink for me.” You laughed, stroking the male’s face gently to encourage him to make eye contact. “I mean, I always kinda knew I had a praise kink but you’ve confirmed that and well, uh, the roughness kinda drove me crazy. I think I’m gonna need to borrow a new pair of boxers to drive home in.” You chuckled lowly and Joel smiled back at you with a boyish grin.

“Good, never wanna hurt you, my good girl.” He praised and kissed your temple. “You… You don’t have to go home today, if you don’t wanna, I mean. You can go and get some clothes and come and stay over again, if you want?” Joel spoke softly and you can tell he felt nervous offering that to you.

“I should probably stay at home tonight, I’m seeing pops tomorrow and I don’t think I’ll be able to function if we have sex or anything again. I swear your cock is making me dumber by the second.” You jested. “But uh, maybe we could go on that date next week? If you still wanna, of course.”

“I’m free Tuesday.” Joel confirmed without missing a beat.

“Tuesday it is then, I’ll be expecting your call, Miller.” You kissed him quickly before running off upstairs to get you changed. You grabbed a fresh pair of boxers from Joel’s drawer and also took the liberty of stealing back his hoodie and a pair of grey joggers.

You bundled your clothes together in your arms and headed back downstairs; you so desperately needed a long hot shower, some more food and a long nap.

“I’ll see you Tuesday?” You asked softly as you stood by Joel’s front door.

“Tuesday.” He repeated. “I see you’ve acquired more of my clothes then.” He chuckled, raising a brow at you as he held your hip in his large hand.

“Yeah I didn’t really feel like putting the skirt and tank top back on, I just wanna be comfy. Plus, these smell like you so win-win.” You laughed and with a sigh you took your car keys and phone from Joel’s hand and placed a kiss to his lips.

He sighed softly into the kiss and pulled you a little closer; the kiss was different to before, not as hungry and desperate but it was sensual and passionate, you could feel all the unspoken words in it. All the times you had both clearly pined for one another’s touch and lips.

“Joel,” you sighed, resting your head onto his chest. “I really don’t wanna go and if you keep kissing me like that, I’ll stay forever and then we will both be in trouble.” You laughed.

“Fine,” Joel pouted. “Go, go live your young person’s life and have fun, I’ll be here. Withering away, my back’s posture similar to a stale chip. Fine.” He closed his eyes and pressed the back of his hand up to forehead, feigning betrayal and hurt. He peeped at you with one of his eyes and laughed as you rolled yours at him.

“So damned dramatic, Miller. You’ll see me in a couple days. You’ve gone years without me, I’m sure you’ll cope.” You laughed and just as you turned to leave, your hand already on the door handle, Joel’s body was pressed behind you and he placed sweet kisses to your cheek and neck.

“Yeah, well, I’ve tasted you now and I know how good you taste. I don’t wanna wait days to see you again.” His breath fanned over your neck and you shivered.

It was now or never, if you allowed Joel to pull you in again you would be stuck in his house forever, the two of you glued to one another.

“Goodbye, Joel.” You finalised and opened the front door and you knew that would have him taking a step or two back, especially with how nosey his neighbours could be.

“See ya later, peach.” He sighed and waved you off before he closed the door and rest his back against it with a groan. It was going to be a long few days without seeing you again.

“Fuck.” He cursed aloud and he knew it was going to be a long few days without you.

“See ya later, peach.” He sighed and waved you off before he closed the door and rest his back against it with a groan. “Fuck.” He cursed and he knew it was going to be a long few days without you.

“See ya later, peach.” He sighed and waved you off before he closed the door and rested his back against it with a groan. “Fuck.” He cursed and he knew it was going to be a long few days without you.

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whiskeynwriting · 1 year

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Dirty Words

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

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Word Count: 1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol consumption, sexting, dirty talk, mentions of sex, mentions of oral (m receiving), FWB → Relationship

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A/N: Short and sweet and based off of my sexy ass dream. Also, this gif was PERFECT

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It made him sad, but he understood. You didn’t have the same social battery, and try as you might, there’s nothing either of you can do about it. Contrary to popular belief, Ghost actually really loved going out, as long as it was with the right people. And the 141 boys were definitely the right people.

He’d really pleaded with you to go, and you thought it was genuinely sweet. What started out as nothing more than a fling has turned into a full-blown relationship, and surprisingly, Simon was the one to offer that. He saw how amazing you were and wanted to keep you all for himself. What initially attracted him to you was your body, your gorgeous curves and doll-like face. He found you entrancing. And although this is still very new for the two of you, he found himself falling endlessly into that spell.

“Why not?”

“I’m tired, Si.”

The boys were in a new city, and you’d managed to sneak along and meet them there. They’re each in their own hotel rooms for a couple nights, and you’d been able to join Simon in his. And while you staying with him was a secret, you being in the same city didn’t have to be. Call it a happy coincidence.

“Please?” He asked so sweetly in that gruff and pleading tone, swooping you up in his arms.

You’d been sitting on the bed, a smile bursting across your face when he lifted you up against him. Coming back from an easy debriefing, he found you laying in his bed, cuddled up in one of his shirts. It was late, after all, and he found himself wanting to rip that shirt from your body to see what was underneath. But he also wanted to go out, and knew he’d have an opportunity to take you tonight. After all, the boys didn’t often have the privilege of an outing like this.

“I’ll be here when you get back, big man.” Giggling in his arms, you gave his clothed cheek a kiss.

And after some convincing, he finally left. Maybe another night, you said. But as soon as he was gone, you found yourself missing him. And it’s not that you hadn’t these past few days, you just didn't feel like going out to a loud bar surrounded by nightlife. It just wasn’t your scene. But lord, was Simon your guy. Everything about him made you mad in the head and weak in the knees. You fucked the first night you met, surpsingly on one of the team’s rare outings. In the back of the club Soap chose to go to, Simon was taking every ounce of you. It was dirty and rough, fucking him in a club bathroom, but neither of you really paid attention to it. The energy between the two of you was palpable, and took only twenty minutes of conversation for you to get naked. And things only got better from there.

After getting the number to his cell back at base, you found yourselves talking constantly. He’d even been reprimanded for it once before. Meeting up was easy, especially when he was off the clock. In bathrooms, the back of cars, even once or twice at your apartment, anyplace that offered even the slightest semblance of privacy was open to your erotic endeavors. Hell, an alleyway has seen your naked ass.

Smirking, you roll over on the bed, reaching for your phone. The mere thought of Simon was more than enough to rile you up.

What should you say? You don't want to be a bother, he’s out with his friends. But… you will be a tease.

The small buzz of his phone draws his attention away, taking a sip from his bottle before pulling it out. Glancing down, he swipes it open, only to be met with a picture of you.

“Fuck me.” It’s said beneath his breath, and exhaled with a sigh.

Both of your read receipts are on, and it makes your chest swell with pride to see him immediately take note of your message, even when out with friends.

It wasn’t anything too crazy, just a picture of you in his shirt… with it pulled tightly around your waist. And your nipples might be a liiiiiiittle cold. But your not so crazy picture excites you enough to send another.

Simon’s eyes widen, continuing to stare at the screen. Your big bad ghost was definitely a tits man, and you often took advantage of that.

You’d decided to toss your shirt altogether, now squeezing your left breast with your free hand for a third pic. And then a special word pops on the screen, one usually reserved for when you’re using your mouth on him.

And then another picture, this time of you pinching your nipple.

“Oi, stop starin’ at your phone!”

Snapping back to reality, Ghost’s eyes lift to Johnny’s, his drunken friend glaring in his direction.

“Sorry, Johnny.” He grumbles, but he can’t bring himself to put it away.

This time, a video is sent through. Lowering his volume, he presses play to see you spreading your legs, hand slithering down your bare belly. Raising his brows, he watches as you lower the camera, your free hand parting your delicate lips to reveal your glistening clitoris.

“If I have to tell you again, I’m swingin’!” Soap insists, gesturing wildly into the air.

“You know Johnny,” Lifting his bottle, he downs the rest of his beer in one gulp. “I think I’m ready to go.”

“What?!”

“Yeah,” Standing, he nods, still staring down at his phone. Now, he’s typing. “Thinking of gettin’ a good night's sleep.

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lovely-yandere-imagines · 1 year

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NSFW Yandere Eddie Munson Valentine’s Day

I made this for my partner @therealhimboanon Happy Valentine’s Day

Warning: this is very tame Eddie is sweet boy that just want love…even through questionable means. NSFW under the cut so reader be warned but like i said tame.

“So do you like them? or, like like them?” Dustin asked while Eddie stared at you from the lunch table. Eddie laughed to himself, “If you only knew…” he sighed. Eddie kept staring and thought to himself “Like? Yes. Love…? Definitely. …Obsession? …Fuck!”

Just then Dustin snapped him out of it. “Dude, stop staring at them and go talk to them!” Eddie blushed slightly at being call out and dramatically stood up before sarcastically bowing to Dustin and started walking toward your table.

You were sitting by yourself like normal, occasionally pecking at your food before returning to your book, as Eddie saw you up close you took his breathless and without words… “Fuck! What was I going to say?!” He thought to himself. his heart and head panicking as you looked up at him before being saved by the bell ringing and freeing you both of this awkward situation. “Uh…see you Eddie.” You sheepishly said, and with that you made his heart feel like it was going to explode.

Eddie skipped class while you went to your locker finding another love letter inside, the 5th one this week, seems like you've been getting them every day now. It used to be one maybe a week but as Valentine’s Day draws closer they’ve been getting more and more desperate. The only contents of the letter are of lyrics to one of your favorite and “Meet me at the park bench in the woods”

He’s been getting more desperate, its been noticeable by his close friends. Eddie’s fidgeting with his rings more than usual, day dreaming more, even sneaking around and avoiding them till lunch or hellfire meetings. Where he was at these times no one but Eddie and your pets know… he’s made it his goal to befriend them before he confesses to you so he doesn’t scare them and they like him. Eddie read it in a stupid magazine once that people are more willing to trust you if their pets like you so he thought he’d help the odds a bit if his reputation had preceded him.

Breaking into your house was easy at this point, Eddie had done it several time by now, getting to know your animals, laying in your bed, listening to your music. It surprised him that someone so timid would listen to the music you do. This visit was different though. Eddie had a plan, greeting your animals before making your bed and scattering rose petals on it making the shape of a heart, “God I’m so cheesy” he thought to himself, but he was nothing if not a love sick romantic.

Eddie leaves your house to head to the same place he asked you to meet him in his notes. Flowers in hand he picked up for you, his heart raced faster the closer he got. He saw you before you saw him and he awkwardly greeted you making you jump slightly. “Geez…I was wondering when you were coming…” Y/n stated flatly and Eddie blushed and hid behind his hair he pulled in front of his face. “Well, i uh..i was picking you these,” he suddenly presents you with the flowers, smiling proudly, “Uh, happy Valentine’s Day Y/n.” He said.

You could feel yourself blush at the flowers but you could see the nervous look in his eyes, looking from his doe eyes to the flowers and back. “Will you be my Valentine?…” How could you not say yes to him! He looked like a love sick puppy, “Of course I’ll be your valentine, Eddie.” You said while taking the flowers, his heart nearly stopped but then he quickly picked you up off your feet and insisted on driving you home. The entire way to your house he had his arm around you while occasionally resting his hand on your thigh.

You don’t know how he knew where your house was but before you knew it you were pulling into the driveway as Eddie smiled like a giddy kid on Christmas. He quickly had you out of the van and gave you a slow kiss before leading you to your door and making his way inside with you. You lead him to your room and see the rose petals he had sprinkled earlier that day…it finally dawned on you

“Eddie..? How’d you know where I live?” He was silent “Eddie? How did you get into my room?” He wrapped his hands around you from behind and began kissing you on your neck. “You’re so cute, you know that darling?” You blushed as his hands started to roam your body and his kissing became more frantic. Eddie stops his asult of kisses on your neck to turn you around and gives you a passionate kiss before picking you up and throwing you onto the bed.

“Hey, Y/n, have you ever been given head before?” Eddie asked with a big grin, he could tell the way your eyes widened that was a no. He chuckled at the prize before him as he threw off his jacket and made his way on top of you. Continuing his assault on your neck he slowly works his way down, touching and caressing all the right places. He pulls your shirt up and kisses around your chest and down your belly before making his way to your pants. “May I?” Eddie says breathlessly, you shyly nod your head and he pulls your pants and underwear exposing yourself to him.

Eddie spread your legs before starting to kiss your thighs and around your intimate areas but not yet touching them, clearly wanting to tease you. You wiggle your hips a bit and he takes that as a sign to start licking and sucking your intimate bits causes you to gasp. Eddie replies with a growl. He continues to lick and suck down to your entrance before pushing his tongue into your sweet spot. He pushes you farther to the edge with his tongue having you practically ride his face before Eddie decides to use his hands a bit.

He eases one of his fingers into your entrance while he continues his assault on your sensitive areas, pushing the finger deeper into you and curling it a few times before pulling it out and doing it again. Eddie is delighted with the gasps, moans, and squeals you let out as he finger fucks you. He adds more fingers and pushes them in and out faster and faster causing you to fall over the edge, coming undone. Eddie pulls his head up with a giant smile on his face, happy with the work he’s made of you. “Sooo…you ready for round 2 darling? Cause now the real fun can start!”

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fueledbysano · 2 years

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𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘. ran haitani

Summary: He was your entire book. You were only a chapter in his. Just when you've moved on to newer things, your history hinders you from a proper closure and reunion with your first love.

ft. ran haitani x f!reader

c/w: angst, no comfort

wc: 1.5k

a/n: belated happy birthday, braid man

“I won't let me hold you back, [ Y / N ].” You have managed to land a visit with Ran in juvenile.

“It’s just a year of juvie, I can wait for that… maybe, get a job too so then we can have money when we leave for Kyoto.” You insist.

“[ Y / N ], please, don’t waste your time on me.” He shook his head, chained hands locking with yourd. “Go ahead. You’ve always wanted to attend Kyoto University, right? This is your time. I’ll be fine here.” He urged.

“Ran,”

“[ Y / N], please?” He was always supportive of your decisions. So far as moving to Kyoto with you and Rindou just so you can attend your dream college.

However, things don't always go as planned when they land in juvie after igniting trouble.

“I’ll follow, right after me and Rindou get out, we’ll follow… and I’ll come find you.” He bids.

“Do you promise?”

“Yes.”

And it’s been a year,

Then five,

Actually, now, exactly a decade.

The first time you stepped on the streets of Kyoto, you could think of nothing in your life but wait for him and reunite.

You wasted endless days and nights, weeks and months simply waiting for him. And it was all for naught.

But your eyes were soon opened from the deep trance and idea of him showing up. you didn't go here to just waste your life, so you built plans of your own without Ran Haitani in the picture.

So then you attended your dream university and now owned a booming fashion boutique.

The day was drawing to a close, and the vast, deep night revealed the starry night landscape. On night trips back to your house like this, the wind was cool against your hair, bringing pleasant time with yourself which felt too good to last.

You headed towards the exclusive bistro you loved dining in, immediately being met by your regular waiter who insisted on taking the coat off your warm body before escorting you onto the lounge. However, you felt like having dinner at home away from the bustling premises to have a moment for yourself after the eventful week you just had.

So instead, you remain seated in the lounge, patiently scrolling through your phone with your complimentary wine in the other hand.

Ten minutes had passed when you started waiting for your order when a toddler walked up to you, staring into your eyes with her large ones. You didn't acknowledge her presence until you felt a pair of pudgy hands tug on your coat, drawing your attention away from your phone screen

You weren't sure what the child wanted, so you gave her a friendly bow before leaning forward to get to her eye level.

“Yes, child? What is it that brings you to me?” You ask politely, and she could only continue to stare up at you with adoration.

“Sweetheart, there you are…” A deep, masculine voice rejoiced down the hall, his tall frame swiftly jogging up to where you sat.

You divert your gaze to the man, assuming he is the child's father based on the violet irises that mirrored hers. They were almost like… Ran’s.

“Papa!” The child chirped as he jumped in the man’s arms. At this point, you have already turned to your side, not realizing that the father and daughter haven't left yet.

You were about to make a phone call, until,

“[ Y / N ]?”

The insides of your chest churned from the distinct mention of your name slipping from his mouth, now piecing the picture together before hesitantly turning back around,

“What…?” You weren't exactly sure what drove you to blurt it out, but once you got a clear view of the man once more, you easily recognized the face you dearly loved at some point in your past.

Ran let out a chuckle, with a tinge of surprise from the unexpected encounter as he held the toddler in her arms.

Besides the living child in his arms, the silver band on his left proved otherwise that Ran Haitani is now indeed a family man.

You've told yourself multiple times that you have moved on from him, yet a wave of pain washed over your body upon confirming your observations.

“[ Y / N ], it’s you,” He spoke up, voice coming to a softer tone.

“Papa, my name is [ Y / N ] too!” The toddler spoke up, making the man tense and cheeks tint with a shade of bright red.

You gasp at the realization, now matching Ran’s startled expression.

“Hello, Ran.” You nod, before shifting your gaze to the side for a moment, questioning how casual you are interacting.

You had no idea how to feel. Your first love had returned, and he appeared to have made significant progress in his life without you.

If he'd arrived a few years earlier, perhaps you wouldn't be so perplexed by your feelings. No questions asked, you would happily welcome him back into your life.

But that isn’t the case now.

“Uh, how are you?” Although it didn’t show, guilt shadowed Ran’s emotions.

When him and Rindou were released from Juvie, he believed it was unfair to barge in your stable life in Kyoto and follow with his plethora of troubles.

So, he made up a life of your own in his head; you had finished business university, got a huge penthouse in the heart of the city, which is always kept clean and reeked the smell of fresh laundry, and that you now have a large business of your own which you’ve always dreamt about.

And most importantly— you’re smiling. You always had your sweet smile when he pictured you.

He didn’t need to call you, because he wanted to keep you that way.

Ran pictured you as happy as he is with his family.

Because it is way better than wondering.

“I’m good… Finished school, and uh, ticked off some goals, I guess.” You nod with a bittersweet chuckle. “You?”

“Uh, you’ve met her.” Ran chuckled, carefully bouncing the toddler in his arms. “Yes, it’s nice to meet you.” You waved at the child. She resembled Ran so much.

Not long after, a gorgeous, sophisticated woman came in sight and latched onto Ran’s arm, who then placed a kiss on the child’s head.

Of course, Ran would pull any gorgeous women.

“Who’s this, hon?” She asks,

“This is uh—” Ran stammered, thinking twice whether to say your name which inspired the name of their firstborn.

“[ L / N ], an old friend from Tokyo.” You spoke for him, reaching for the woman’s hand for a shake

“Nice to meet you.” She nods, taking the toddler from Ran’s arms. “I’ll get the driver while you talk to your friend,” She excused herself from the two of you. You couldn’t help but look at the kid who peeked over her mother’s shoulders, waving her arms at you with an innocent smile on her face.

“Uhm,”

“Here you go, Ran.” Without hesitation, you pulled the bracelet from your wrist and wore them over his. Ran's breath caught in his throat, surprised by how you held onto the sentiment all these years.

He never thought he'd get to have his hands on this trinket once again. Although he wanted to feel relieved that his mother's gift was back in his possession, his guilt intensified from how he left you hanging alone in a city you were a foreign to.

“Your order, ma’am,” The waiter came back with your take-out bag, then leaving you and Ran alone once more. “It’s time to go.” You threw him one last glance,

“See you around, Haitani Ran.” You bow, turning your back to his before a tear could dear slip from your eyes.

Ran heavily sighed. With a leap of faith, he urged to jog and catch up to you, encasing your body in his arms from behind.

You took a step back and let the tears fall from his unexpected gesture. You've been anticipating this moment for years, but weren't sure whether you wanted it or not.

“Ran, what are you doing?”

“I missed you so much.” He inhaled, resting his chin on your head.

“I…” You exhaled,

“I missed you too.” As much as you wanted to stay and have a proper conversation with him, your encounter today was enough closure that will put you to peace.

“I don't know what to say, it's… good to see you again.” He says, brushing a rhumb over your arm.

You frowned. With a heavy heart, you push his arms off before wiping your tears away, then turning back him with a smile,

“Take care of your family, Ran.”

You then open the doors before he can catch you once again. Because then this time, you wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes and say goodbye.

There wouldn't be any last words. They would simply stare at each other as the cars and the people rush by. It would be a silent goodbye.

He was her entire book. She was only a chapter in his.

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docholligay · 3 months

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this was all @thoughtfulfuri's dream i just basically wrote it down. It's not great, but it's somethin, and I'm happy with that!

I don’t like to lie to you.

It’s not who I am, even to people I don’t like, and you’re one of the people I like very much. I never cultivated a real gift for it, though, like me and most things, I can manage, in a pinch. This is a pinch, if there ever was one.

“It’ll be fine. ‘Ow long ‘ave you know me? I can survive anything, it’s just that you need to ‘urry, right? Right, that’s all. I’ll be waiting.”

See, the problem is, you’re a bit of an idealist, when it comes to the subject of me. I suppose I don’t blame you, since mostly it works out. I can survive anything, because I’ve survived everything. So far. I’ve been ripped through time twice, shot, all sorts of things that were meant to kill me, and just didn’t. I lived, anyhow. I do.

Maybe I still will. Maybe I’m not lying. I don’t want to be lying, I don’t want to die, but I am fully capable of assembling evidence and coming up with a decent idea of the situation. Things have looked bad for me before, but Win, that’s the thing about flipping a coin. Coming up heads doesn’t make heads or tails more likely. It’s just..chance.

“I can’t leave you, Lena.”

“Well, you can’t take me neither. They ‘ave me CA. Couldn’t if we wanted to, love, so you just take the escape, and, and then you’ll come back.”

I didn’t lie, then. I couldn’t leave if I wanted to. This cage is trapping me here, and keeping me alive. What’s that saying, between the devil and deep blue sea? Well, I’ve been to the bottom of the sea more than once, and it’s cold and it’s lonely and I spent the whole time wishing I’d died instead, so I might as well try the devil.

She will kill me, though. I’m done for. I’ll be lucky if all she does is kill me. Now that you’re gone she’ll be able to convince them it’s all can be done with me. That the risk is too high to keep me alive. She will get permission to dismantle me brick by brick, and I’m trying not to imagine what that’s going to feel like. I can’t imagine it, because I need you to go, and for you to go, I need you to think I’m not afraid.

“I can wait, I can work into the--”

“No! You can’t, Winston! This is the only chance either of us ‘ave! Please! You will just doom us both.”

I’m annoyed with you, right? I’m not afraid, just annoyed, because you’ll come back. And you will. I know you will, I’ve never doubted you, same as I knew you’d be looking when Doomfist sent me spiraling. It’s just I’ll be gone by then. The gravestone at East London has been carved for years, but I’ve never laid in it. So that’ll be a new experience. It’ll save you all the trouble of deciding what to do.

“Are you sure?”

You sounded so strained. The plastic at the wall of my cage is cheap and foggy, and I can just barely see your eyes. You’ve always taken care of me. I hope I’ve done the same. I put my hand up on the plastic of the wall, and gave a big grin.

“I’ve never been more certain of anything in all me life, Win. Go. Come back, quick as you can. I’m waiting and the food ‘ere is rubbish.”

“Okay. okay.”

It was almost a whisper. I looked up at the clock, at the time drawing in when the rescue crew would be in position, and Winston would be safe. I could know I’d done that at least, as well as sit and plan the thousand annoying and nasty things I would say while I was being tortured to death. I hope I die before she comes up with a single good comeback. I hope she gets angry thinking about it in her shower the next day. I hope someone is sitting in the corner writing them down so I can have a big article, maybe even a pamphlet, titled, ‘Lena Oxton Died Very Brave and Also Funny, One Liners on Page Eleven, Nation Mourns Star Pilot’s Sick Burns.’

“Win. It’s time.”

“I love you, Lena. I’m so sorry.”

I wanted to tell you so many things right then. I wanted to tell you I loved you, and to take care of Em. Let her take care of you. I wanted to tell you to watch after Fareeha, who will take this personally whatever she says, and how all that rage she just tamps down inside her is going to pop, and without me there, I’m afraid no one will be able to help her. To let everyone have fun at Christmas. I don’t want a ruined Christmas, never on my account. Tell the little ones I love them. It was a good life, tell everyone, even if I wanted a bit more time. I always want more, don’t I? Tell Florrie I wasn’t afraid, she’ll worry I was. I hope she hadn’t started on my jumper.

Tell Emily to find someone else. I’ll be offended if she doesn’t, tell her that, I wanted to say.

But I couldn’t say any of that. Because then, you wouldn’t leave. I couldn’t say goodbye, because you couldn’t say it.

“You can thank me by ‘aving some takeaway ready. I could murder an Indian right now.”

You smiled, a little and I’ll take that as victory. Then you did what I bloody well told you to and scuttled back to where the rescue crew was going to enter. There was a lot of noise, and fire, but the swearing I heard over the crackle of the radio tells me that you made it. I know that you’re safe. A guard has come to make sure I’m still here. I can hear voices in the hallway, and I hear ‘Tracer,’ and the unlocking of the laboratory next door tells me what’s coming next.

I don’t regret it. My only other choice was to let you die with me, and I would never do that to you. What a payment that would be, for everything you’ve done. I’m not built that way, and so I apologize for the lie. I knew they would never get here in time. I hope Ang lies too, I hope she tells you they killed me quickly. I’ve seen her do it before. Lies can be the greatest kindness some of us ever know.

I’ll tell you a truth here, though, in my head, where you won’t hear it.

I am a little afraid.

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ryuichirou · 5 months

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Today’s portion! Some asks about the Floyd/Epel comic from yesterday, about the Jack/Deuce drawing from the day before, and some other stuff~

Anonymous asked:

Epel looking like a straight up gremlin when Floyd enters

Oh and he is one! He’s way too excited to have this type of teamwork with Floyd~

Baiting people and then messing them up together with a huge cool guy? Sounds like the best date ever

Anonymous asked:

Great seven those thighs! 🤤 their bigger than Deuces head and probably mine too! Gods I want to see Deuce whimpering underneath that behemoth of a man, just trapped with those legs and arms trapping Deuce under Jack 🤤 it’d be so fucking hot and Deuce would be wrecked, wouldn’t be able to run for weeks

Anonymous asked:

When will you draw Jack railing Deuce we want to see!!!

Hehehehe HEH I’m so happy that drawing made you feel things, Anons lol Honestly, this is exactly why it exists: we saw Deuce’s new card, and then remembered Jack’s card, and then looked at the two of them together with their absolutely gorgeous differences in size and other things and it’s just… way too good not to squish the two together and dream about them making out sloppily and awkwardly lol and of course Deuce needs to get railed by that behemoth of a man (wow that’s an awesome phrase) ASAP

That being said, I don’t know when I’m going to draw it. To be completely honest, the more I get asked to draw something, the less likely I am to do it lol SORRY, but we’ll see. Maybe it’ll happen in a week, maybe it’ll happen in a year… can’t predict these things. I didn’t even tag my previous art with them with a ship tag because we didn’t plan on ever drawing them again... and then this happened lol

Anonymous asked:

what are your exceptions that you mentioned in the post for the whys and hows of bottom and top? i remember you had a hard time placing Malleus and Rollo, but not actual exceptions

There are no exceptions, Anon. I mentioned that exceptions are not completely impossible, but super unlikely: we haven’t had a single one yet, as far as I remember.

I mentioned it just to note that they are possible in theory for extremely specific, special situations. We don’t know what kind of characters and dynamics await us in the future, and a lot of what we love is decided by our gut feeling; so a certain character that technically aligns with the “bottom” type might turn out to be a top due to their unique characteristics and circumstances.

But once again, I mean it in theory. Our whim is more important to us than any type of categorized list, no matter how nuanced it is and how well it represents our tastes and tendencies.

I hope that makes sense.

Anonymous asked:

Say, do you have any headcanons for a scenario where Kalim overblots after the events of chapter four?

Nope, sorry, Anon :( Just like I said in a reply from just the other day: can’t quite picture Kalim overblotting because of the ch4 events. I’m sure there are people who have written about this topic, but I’ll just do it a disservice if I try to force it, at least for now.

Anonymous asked:

Any thoughts Kalim x Epel? (Yes, I am just pulling random ships out of my ass.)

Hmmm~ I don’t think I have any thoughts about them, I don’t remember their interactions aside from the ch5 ones. They would probably have fun together though, once Epel stops feeling shy and kinda awkward around Kalim.

Oh RIGHT!! Epel would absolutely love the magic carpet ride! This is going to be their date lol And his love for speed and the tickling sensation in his stomach would enable Kalim to do some insane tricks and swirls and turns and flips with the carpet, which is SUPER dangerous, but also SUPER fun.

#replies

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nullsleepy · 8 months

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The Strike of a Villainess

Chapter 5: An Old Face Of A Little Girl

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5(HERE!), Chapter 6, Chapter 7

“Lady Eden…” The soft coo of her maid did nothing to move Marinette, who continued to lay in her bed. The smooth covers were soft against her skin, breathable even as she hid beneath them. Marinette did not react, her eyes clenched closed as she hid obviously from her maid. “Please, my lady. It has been days, at least allow me to bathe you and get you something to eat.”

“……” Marinette remained silent, still curled underneath the blanket. She wished heavily that this was all just a dream.

“…I shall return soon with food, my lady. Please eat it.” Marinette listened carefully to the retreating footsteps of her maid before sitting up. The blanket slid off her form and into her lap, crumpled. She stayed sitting there for a couple minutes, just staring at the mirror in front of her bed. She stared at the face that was now her’s.

“…why am I here?” Marinette croaked, voice shaky and rough from no usage. She bit the inside of her mouth, hoping to draw blood or wake up. Neither happened, so Marinette eventually just started crying. Streaks of tears stained her face, her eyes swelling red from abuse to her tear ducts. “Please, I know someone, one of you gods, hear me! I’m not supposed to be here! You made a mistake!”

Marinette felt out of character, being the one to call for help, but she was just so, so desperate for help. She knew someone had the answers and she needed them. She needed to know why she was here and how she could return home.

No one replied.

Not a speck of sound was returned to her desperate plea, the only sound that was left was her own cries.

“My lady!!!” She could hear light footsteps rush towards her, making Marinette only cry more. “Oh, nonononono! My lady, what’s wrong?”

The maid carefully stroked her face, wiping away her tears. Marinette threw herself at the maid, hugging her tightly.

“Please! I just want to go home!” Marinette cried, causing the maid to worry more. Marinette sobbed unintelligently, using words the older woman wouldn’t understand. “I just want to go home!”

“My lady…” The maid just hugged her back and rocked back and forth. She didn’t understand what her lady meant by ‘go home’ but she comforted the girl to the best of her abilities.

As Marinette’s crying started to calm down, after a couple hours had passed, she saw something in the corner of her eye. Eyes still swollen with tears, Marinette turned towards whatever it was and made eye contact.

There it was, a screen with her, HER, name on it. Her real name. It read… “Welcome, Marinette Dupain-Cheng! Thank you for opening “Special Route” - Damian Wayne - Hard Mode. You have been transported into the game for an interesting experience. Please Enjoy!” And below it, an option to open a… menu?

Notes: Heyo! Hope you liked the chapter. Not much to say, I’m a big procrastinator with too many things I’m doing. I do have goals to get a chapter of at least one fanfic done once a week, so maybe I’ll get a better schedule going. Thank you everyone for reading, it means a lot. Even to those who don’t interact, I know you’re there and thank you<3

Now for a for funsies poll

Taglist(Open): @khneltea @shadosakushi @jeminiikrystal @fangirlingfanatic @kking13 @when-no-wings-do-broomsticks @xxcalypso-phoenixheartxx (also, if you’d like to be taken off or was put on her accidentally, please tell me in the comments! I think everyone in here asked to be on here?)

#maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #mlb x batman #villainess au #villainess marinette au #uh uh what else #idk #child Marinette #Isekai kinda #ANYWAYS HIIIIII #I HAD FREE TIME AND WANTED TO WRITE #PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS OR REBLOG TAGS #I LOVE READING THEM #THEY MAKE MY DAY #YOU ALL MAKE MY DAY

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willthewise7 · 1 year

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Byler Week Day 2 - 80’s films

For Day 2 of Byler week I want to bring attention back to a pre-existing theory of mine surrounding “The Neverending Story”, which was released in 1984. You can read my full theory here.

For ease of access, however, I’ll post the main parts of the theory here and how this relates to Byler.

The Neverending Story is used twice in the series so far and almost links with some of the storyline quite closely. The main character, Bastian, has been a victim of bullying and to avoid all of these personal issues that he has, he escapes into a fantasy world.

Will is also described in the original script to have lots of personal issues relating to his identity and sensitivity. We can see clearly from season 1 too that Will has been bullied frequently in the past, which we can see clearly from Troy and when Mike confronts him. Many times Will feels like he doesn’t seem to fit in properly, but Mike allows him to feel more secure and valued. Other than Mike, Will escapes through the fantasy of D and D, which we also know that Mike does to avoid reality. This therefore is similar to the Neverending Story and so it is intriguing that the Duffers even included the song in a main scene in the finale of season 3. They either are using this alongside D and D to foreshadow events in the story, or it means that things are becoming real as a result of some power, possibly Will. We see how he can create drawings and almost predictions in some circumstances and therefore, it is plausible that Will is almost creating this Neverending Story due to his personal trauma. Maybe Mike is the key to ending that story?

A first line I want to mention is “rhymes that keep their secrets”, is used when the camera pans onto Will. What secrets is he keeping? The most obvious one is that he has romantic feelings for Mike, which seems to be a foundation of Will’s character arc and story. But check the next part out “will unfold behind the clouds, and there upon a rainbow, is the answer to a Neverending Story”. So Will’s secret will indeed unfold and be told and when it does, him saying his truth could be the answer to the story, given that Mike gives a positive response. This world of trauma that he has potentially created, or been actively involved in involuntarily, can be beaten with positive emotions of love, happiness and safety. Also interesting the use of “on a rainbow” which we know can relate to lgbt.

Lastly, I want to talk about Will potentially having alot of power and being instrumental, therefore, in how the story unfolds. “Fly a fantasy, dream a dream, and what you see will be”, sounds very much like D and D. All through the seasons, many of the campaigns foreshadow events that unfold throughout the season. This could just simply be cool foreshadowing, but it could be much deeper. Many of the monsters could simply be metaphoric for trauma and, therefore, trauma that Will has faced. What if Vecna represents the fear that he has from Lonnie and his past? We know the Duffers said the mindflayer monster form in season 3 represented puberty and the troubles and negative side of this. On the other hand, it could be both metaphoric and foreshadowing.

My previous posts have outlined how I believe Will could have hidden powers that he isn’t aware of and that he could potentially be very powerful. We also know that love is used to beat Vecna, not once, but twice. Once with happy memories with Max and twice in the lab. Therefore, Mikes love could be the answer to solve the story and to beat the trauma that Will has faced in the past? Totally possible I’m going crazy too, but it is worth considering the importance of this. A last thing to note, therefore, is that the answer to everything is Will needs to speak his truth and to finally face his demons (quite literally). But he has to receive the power to do this from Mike.

For more information on my Byler theories you can see my index page on my profile. More specifically, check out this theory here which gives an insight into how this could unfold in Season 5.

Overall, it’s possible that Will needs to speak his truth and to gain acceptance from those who love him. Mike reciprocating though could potentially give him the courage and power, literally, to overcome his demons and to help El defeat the Upside Down. The Willel sibling duo, defeating the Upside Down.

#bylerweek2023 #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #neverendingstory #byler theory #will the wise

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mollyhale · 1 year

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15 questions / 15 mutuals

tagged by @glasstown-resident - thanks for tagging me!!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

nope! my parents picked my name out of a name book but coincidentally, it translates well to farsi despite not being a traditional persian name, so that’s nice

2. When was the last time you cried?

i was writing a poem the other day about this guy ive been in love with since we were kids lol and it brought back a lot of unsaid feelings and memories so i was just laying in bed crying about him but that’s not uncommon for me lmfao

3. Do you have kids?

nope :) would like to one day, but like maybe one or two at most

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

fluent, actually

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

eyes probably bc im looking for eyes i feel safe in but then again i dont make a lot of eye contact anymore so maybe that’s contradictory lol so hair as a close second

6. What’s your eye color?

hazel but i was recently told they lean more on the green end than brown, but most definitely hazel

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings 100% (bonus points for my happy ending by avril lavigne)

8. Any special talents?

uhhh like im classically trained in the harp? but i dont play anymore lol

idk if it’s a talent but im kinda ambidextrous when drawing/painting but i cannot write with both hands

9. Where were you born?

im a midwest girl :)

10. What are your hobbies?

video games, painting/drawing/all the art things with any medium really, painting my nails (fridays are my once a week nail days), writing (poetry specifically)

11. Have any pets?

not anymore :/ had a cat when i was a kid and two fish after he passed, and occasionally for norooz i’ll get a fish for the haft seen but i havent done that in years

12. What sports do you play/have played?

i’ve practiced taekwondo basically my whole life! went to the us open for it and everything, that was super fucking sick

13. How tall are you?

in one year i was told three different heights, 4′11″, 5′, and 5′2″ so if you’re asking, i’ll say 5′2″ (but it’s probably actually just 5′)

14. Favorite subject in school?

art and english when i was in high school, but art consistently my whole life. fave college class tho was my poetry class, that was the best class i’ve ever taken just like for fun as an elective

15. Dream job?

perfect world? art director in the fashion industry for like vogue or some other fashion magazine. i wanna develop the photoshoots you see on the cover of fashion magazines or just work in fashion advertising or something to that effect

tagging: @mickeysjones @borntobewondering @caw4brandon @flippinfins @seancamerons @bl33ditout @mxlinoe @slickmascara and whomever else wants to!! also no pressure to do this :)

#tag game #thanks for tagging me!!!#<3 #mine

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fitrahgolden · 9 months

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Something That Digs At Us: 5 - You'll act as a clever medicine

[NOTE: Truly, nothing is happening in this story, besides maybe some character development, it seems. My apologies.]

“Ah, he lives. I remembered having a brother–and a best man–but then he disappeared, and I thought perhaps it was all a dream.”

Anthony kissed Daphne on the cheek as she stepped back to let him into her house. “I’m sorry, Daph,” he said as he handed the bouquet he was holding out to her. “These are for you.”

Daphne’s teasing smirk turned into a genuine smile as she took the flowers. “Aw, all is forgiven–as long as these don’t come with a lecture on each flower’s origin and every meaning they have in different cultures and–”

“They are just pretty flowers for my sister. I promise.” Anthony laughed.

As Anthony moved to sit at her kitchen island, Daphne found a vase in a lower cupboard and filled it with water. “To be honest, all would have been forgiven anyway, considering why you disappeared.”

“I hardly disappeared.”

“Mmm, you did. But I’m very happy for you. Thus, forgiveness.”

Anthony’s ears went red. “Thanks,” he murmured.

“Kate’s lovely, and all reports say no one has seen you this happy in years.”

Anthony reached up to run his hand over his face. “Alright, alright.”

“Does the air smell sweeter? Are colours more vibrant? The sounds of birds chirping–”

“Aren’t I here to talk about wedding stuff?”

“Ostensibly.” Daphne grinned.

“Great. I knew this was a trap.”

“Of course it is. Simon’s intel is absolute rubbish! Kate has similarly made herself scarce, though I suppose that’s more typical of her. Anyway, Simon only knows what his mum has told him, which she only knows from Mary, who only knows from–”

“Kaveri and Edwina, I got it.”

“So…” Daphne swayed side to side, eyebrows raised.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, besides the fact that I’m definitely not coming to family dinner any time soon so I can avoid getting this seven times over all at once. Mum’s phone calls have been testing the hell out of me as it is.”

Daphne sighed, looking sympathetic. “You know it’s all from a good place. Like I said, we’re happy for you.”

Anthony smiled at her. “I know. Thank you. Truly.”

Daphne said nothing, just looked at him expectantly. Anthony shook his head in defeat. “Fine. It’s been wonderful, slowly but surely. She’s, um… I don’t know, she’s really good for me. It feels… safe and warm whenever I’m with her. She makes me happy, simple as that. I just hope it’s the same for her. She’s not the easiest to read. And I want to take care of her in ways I don’t think she wants or needs. It’s hard. I haven’t figured out how to lo–How to navigate this yet. But, early days, right?”

If Daphne caught his slip up, she didn’t give it away, for which Anthony was thankful. Do I love her already? I mean, I fucking like the hell out her. Maybe I’m falling in love with her? I definitely want to–

“Anthony?”

“Yeah? Sorry.”

Daphne’s grin was too big, Anthony thought. “It’s very sweet.”

“Ugh, OK. If that’s enough to suffice for now–”

“Not at all, if I’m being honest.”

“Well, that's all you’re going to get, so am I leaving unless there is actual wedding business to attend to?”

“Fine.” Daphne rolled her eyes. “Come look at this bloody seating chart.”

—

Me: Hey. Can I come by and take you to lunch?

Kit: Oof, I’ve had it already. Off in 2 hours.

Me: Damn, OK. I need to get more familiar with your schedule.

Kit: It’s fine.

Me: Early dinner?

Kit: I promised Amma I’d show my face at hers so everyone knows I’m alive. I’ll let you know when I’m home and you can come across the hall? I want to be at mine tonight.

Anthony pouted like a damn child. He wanted to see her before then.

Me: Yes, please. What’s been keeping you away from your family?

Kit: A nuisance who can’t stop talking about plants and thinks everything I draw is him.

Me: Ugh, what an arsehole.

Kit: Tell me about it.

—

Anthony found himself sitting in a cafe across the street from Kate’s book binding shop. He’d settled next to the large windows, plenty of light for him to make some sketches based on his latest observation trip. The urge to surprise Kate by dropping by her work with a pastry from the cafe had brought him there, but he had to stop himself from actually following through. “I don’t like surprises.” He’d tried his best to respect that even since their first date. If he was being honest with himself, it wasn’t always easy. He thought back to his conversation with Daphne. He loved grand gestures and spur of the moment expressions of affection. He’d never felt for anyone what he felt for Kate, so the tendency to want to do those things was stronger than he’d ever felt. But even stronger was his desire to be Kate’s safe space, someone she could trust unconditionally. So, he wanted to love her the way that she needed to be loved. Again with this? Love? Where was that coming from? He knew exactly where it was coming from, of course. But he needed to put that away for now. He’d know when the time was right to bring it back out.

Me: Hey. I know you’re off soon. I’m nearby. Is it OK if I come by? Just want to say hi.

Anthony tried to turn his attention back to his sketchbook–the one Kate made for him–but his pencil didn’t move while he waited to see if she would respond.

Kit: Yeah, OK. That’d be nice.

Anthony jumped up, put his sketchbook in his bag, and made his way to the counter to get an almond croissant. He practically skipped across the street to Dedicated Parchment and opened the door, causing the overhead bell to ring. Within a few seconds, a man appeared with a bright, attractive smile.

“Hiya. Welcome in.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m Will. Do you have an appointment?”

“No, um–”

“He’s here for me, Will.”

Anthony’s heart stuttered at Kate’s voice and his eyes shifted over to her as she rounded the corner, hair pulled up into a neat bun, wearing a royal blue apron. All he saw below the apron were her bare legs, so she must have been shorts. Anthony was too busy cataloguing everything she was and wasn’t wearing to notice Will looking between him and Kate with a knowing smirk.

“Ah, you’re Anthony.”

Anthony blinked and looked back at Will. “Right, yes.” Anthony extended his arm to shake Will’s hand since this started to feel like a proper introduction. “Anthony Bridgerton.”

Will smiled good-naturedly, shaking Anthony’s hand. “Will Mondrich. Kate may have mentioned you a time or two. I’ll give you guys a moment.”

Kate rolled her eyes as she shared a look with Will. He patted her on the shoulder on his way back around the corner. Kate turned her attention to Anthony and approached. “Hi.”

“Hey.”

She looked down at the bag in his hand and looked back up at him expectantly. “That for me?”

“Yes.” Kate reached for it, but Anthony put the bag behind his back, leaned forward, and murmured, “This is for you, too.” He kissed her as she laughed, kissing him back as she reached around him and grabbed the bag anyway.

“Thank you. For both.”

Anthony smiled down at her before taking in the space around them. Sample books lining bookshelves, various colours and textures of fabrics on display, stationary show awards hanging behind the customer service desk–and Newton on a dog bed in the corner, vest on, ready for action. “Oh! Hi, there.” Seeing Newton and looking back at Kate caused him to notice she wasn’t wearing her jewellery. “No necklace or ring?” His thumb ran over the finger where the ring usually sat.

Kate shook her head. “We can’t wear jewellery in the studio. Or, at least, we shouldn’t. There’s a lot of machinery in there. Best practice is to not wear anything that dangles or can get caught.”

“Mmm.” Anthony looked down at her decolletage, realising he almost never saw it bare. He rather liked how the necklace hung above her cleavage, but any part of her body unadorned was a very pleasing sight.

“So, by ‘nearby’ you meant…”

Anthony looked sheepish as he admitted, “...sitting across the street, yeah.”

Kate reached up and cupped his cheek, rubbing his stubble with her thumb as she whispered sweetly, “Silly.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I need to finish up here and head to Amma’s.”

“OK.” Anthony leaned back in for another kiss. Kate obliged, giggling.

“Really, Anthony.”

“Mmhmm,” Anthony moaned against her mouth.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Kate said softly, still not pulling away.

“Can’t wait.” Anthony cupped the back of her neck.

“You’re making that very clear.” She allowed one more kiss before pushing him back.

Anthony exhaled slowly before landing a quick kiss on her temple before she could think to stop him. “Bye.”

—

Kate walked down the hall towards her flat, forcing herself to slow down to a leisurely pace. Ever responsive, Newton matched her speed. She was more keen to get to Anthony’s door than she wanted to admit. Lately, she found herself thinking about her past relationships–or attempts at relationships. Had they gotten this far before? Not in terms of physical intimacy. To that question, the answer was obviously no. The more important question was, had she ever felt like she was approaching this place, this person around whom she could let down all her defences, be unafraid to ask for what she wanted, what she needed, and confidently turn down what she didn’t want?

She’d felt Anthony was special for a long time. So far, he was living up to that gut feeling she’d had ever since Simon told her one of his uni friends was moving into her building and they met when Simon was helping Anthony with his boxes one afternoon.

No. She was sure no one had gotten this close before. But how much longer could something this good last? She shook the thoughts out of her head as she released the locks on her door before turning towards Anthony’s flat. She’d think more about that later, preferably with her therapist. Right now, all she needed was Anthony.

Kate knocked and Anthony opened the door pretty much immediately. She raised an eyebrow. “Waiting with bated breath, were you?”

“Yes.” Anthony smiled and there was hardly a hint of jest in his answer. “How was dinner?”

“Really nice. And now that I’ve provided proof of life, I am free to hole up in my flat again for the time being.”

Anthony leaned against the doorjamb and Kate’s skin warmed immediately. He reached out and ran his fingers underneath the chain that was back around her neck. “Mmm. Want company?”

“Very much so, yes. Do you know anyone?”

Kate backed up as Anthony entered the hallway, turning back briefly to lock his door. He said nothing as he stalked closer until Kate felt her back hit her door. “Oh, did you mean you?” There was a big difference between sounding breezy and sounding breathless. While Kate was aiming for the former, she definitely landed squarely on the latter.

Anthony kissed her so roughly that she yelped. “Can I come in?”

Kate truly felt defenceless when Anthony sounded like this, voice pitched low, raw and wanting. She nodded as best as she could without taking her lips off his and Anthony turned the door handle and they stumbled inside. Unbothered, Newton sauntered past them and headed towards his bed in the corner of the living room. Kate spared a thought to mentally pat herself on the back for feeding him right before she left her family and taking a turn around the block before coming inside.

Her capacity for any non-Anthony thoughts quickly dwindled to zero as he hauled up against her door as he deftly engaged the locks without looking. Kate released a sigh into his mouth. He was so considerate, even in these circumstances.

Anthony carried her into the closest room–her kitchen–and sat her down on the counter. “I missed you,” he whispered before he pulled her shirt over her head.

“I can relate.” Kate’s head fell back as Anthony kissed his way down to the waistband of her shorts.

“Can you, Kit? How about I show you how much I missed you, and then you can decide.” Anthony dropped to his knees as he tugged her shorts and underwear down in one swift move.

“OK,” Kate panted. Anthony wasted no time, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder before splaying a hand across her belly and burying his tongue inside of her. “Shit. Yeah, I’ll let you know.”

—

“Anthony?” Kate was staring up at the ceiling, the thoughts from earlier whirling around in her head. The room had been silent for a while, but she knew he was still awake because he was spinning her worry ring as it sat on her finger.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For texting before you visited me at work today.”

He shrugged and kissed her chest. “Of course, Kit.”

Kate was sure Anthony didn’t understand what it meant to her. No one before him would have said, “Of course.”

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Approaching Equilibrium; Playing with the Dials

Blargh. This is some shit, isn’t it? My voice doesn’t feel like my voice as much as it usually does. I’m sober a month starting today, and it’s starting to encroach on unbearable. Reality is terribly-difficult to cope with lately, but I’ve been meditating, sitting in my room and eating breakfast in silence.

I stare out of the window and listen to the birds chirp, and I’m not sure if it’s working, but I suppose it’s faith in it that would bring me out of the slump I’ve been in. I’ve gotten myself out of my bad living situation, and into a new, slightly-better one. Now, I write from the comfort and safety of my parents’ home, once again.

It’s pathetic, but at 22 in this economy, I’m without a lot of options, especially after my income was heavily rinsed by two slovenly people with no aspirations, dreams, or any bit of importance inherently attributed to their existence, what-so-the-fuck-ever.

So let’s write something, because it’s been a while, and that guilt is creeping in that you’re secretly disappointing *someone* by not writing. Maybe that someone is myself, I’ll have to think on it for a while before I’m ready to make that assessment.

You’d hope that would be the case, right? That I strike the perfect balance between being true to myself, talking about what I want to talk about, but also crushing the game in the quality of my writing. The Performer’s Trinity, which usually calls for some kind of compromise on one of those pillars of said Trinity.

I’d hope to find attention from babbling, so that it can draw eyes toward whatever project I’m currently digging my nails into, with the God’s-honest-truth being that I haven’t written a page of a script in months that I was happy with; the process is actually grating without a steady schedule and consistent reliability of time.

Maybe it’s my mindset, getting in the way of me being creative. I’m running out of time, every day is another day wasted when I don’t have a job. I think it’s fair to take a day to myself, to hammer out my routine solidly, and try to build a nice, steady foundation to relax more prominently this weekend, but once Monday hits, I’m going to be interviewing around for a position I’ll pretend to care about for the purpose of obtaining mucho dinero.

Job or no job, though, this is where I leave you. I’m slowly adjusting myself and what works versus what doesn’t from a writing standpoint, and I feel like I’ll always be doing that, from this point, onward.

So enjoy it, watch it, laugh at it, or with it, or just ignore it if it’s not your cup, but just know that I’ll be here, consistently-inconsistent with the types, lengths, and subjects of nerdological rants.

I’m sincerely sorry.

#writing #blog post #self help #foundational #building something #lot of potential

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Timey’s Great Big Pinned Post of Everything

[ she/her | writer/artist | 28 | IGN (NA) Timey.6853 ]

just another friendly local aro-ace salad enthusiast

Hi yes hello, welcome to Timey’s Guild Wars 2 blog where I post about Guild Wars 2 and basically nothing else. Expect a lot of salads, a lot of Living World 1, and especially a lot of Scarlet Briar. Sometimes I draw or write things, too. Mostly I just yell my meta commentary of questionable sanity into the void, though. Y’know how it is. Scarlet stole my last remaining brain cell and adamantly refuses to give it back.

I’m always happy to chatter with folks! Feel free to drop by anytime; I can be a little slow to respond at times, but I really love exchanging theories and ideas and hearing about obscure or interesting details people have found! Give me ALL of the lore. Tell me about your favorite characters. Ramble about OCs. For real, I love to hear all the things okay; don’t worry about being mutuals, either!

DISCLAIMER: This isn’t a place for bigotry, drama, or rudeness though; nobody’s got time for that. Play nice and be respectful, that’s all I ask.

With that out of the way, I’ll include some helpful navigation links and summaries of my various AU projects below the cut! Feel free to take a peek if you want. I’ll gradually add more stuff over time, too.

The Handy Dandy List of Links

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My Art

My Fics

Regrowth AU

Portabella Pirkko - Tag

Harbinger Saoirse - Tag

“Lost But Not Forgotten”

“A Garden of Memories”

Flourish AU

Ceara the Defiant - Tag

Tideturners AU

The Sidewinder - Page | Tag

Grand High Sovereign Ruju - Tag

Timey’s AU Collection, in Summary

Regrowth AU: What Would You Do For a Second Chance?

Even Elder Dragons have limits. And as it happens, a being whose power relies on life has no hold on the realm of the dead. In the Domain of the Lost, a spirit awakens for the first time in many years. For a time, she spends her penance leading those that her actions sent to their graves too early-- but that would never be enough to satisfy Scarlet Briar. It’s too slow. Too tedious... Too boring. And she isn’t prepared to spend all of eternity tending to spirits who hate her for choices she never would have made of her own volition.

So when a stranger reaches through the Mists seeking her guidance and her power in a new alliance, Scarlet accepts-- and finds her spirit anchored to a rather unconventional ex-mordrem revenant. But the world has changed a great deal in her absence, and thanks to their new goal... It’s about to change a whole lot more. They’re both going to make quite sure of that.

Tyria isn’t the only thing that’s going to change, though. Ceara hasn’t been herself in a long, long time... And now, without the dragon’s influence crushing her sense of self, she’s finally free to rediscover the person she should have been. Maybe there’s still time to reclaim her legacy after all.

If she can avoid almost destroying the world (again), that is...

Flourish AU: What If One Choice Could Change the World?

Sometimes all it takes is a few words in the right place at the right time... A moment of solidarity that by all rights, never should have happened. But the Dream works in mysterious ways, and as echoes rippled across the Mists from distant worlds, it learned of a different future and an unexpected outcome. All it took was a single, subtle nudge to set the ball rolling, and so it did.

On that fateful day in the Grove, Caithe never would have thought to ask the inquisitive sylvari what she was working on. But, just this once, the Dream did.

Curiosity was repaid in kind. A repaired healing device was left in the infirmary, its Secondborn donator unspoken but well-known. Beginning to recognize the value of Ceara’s peculiar research, others began to quietly peek at the budding scientist as she worked. And while she might never have been a social butterfly, the acceptance warmed her heart of ice into something far softer. She didn’t have to choose between her dream and the Dream. And even if she left the Grove far behind... Perhaps she didn’t have to cut it off entirely.

And that was all she’d ever truly needed; the opportunity of choice.

Ceara never left the Dream, not entirely. She listened to its advice, following when it suited her and forging a unique path all her own. She became not an engineer, but a thief, following in the footsteps of her new mentor. When Saoirse needed her advice, she was still in the Grove to provide it. The world changed, slowly but surely, one altered life at a time.

The Dream’s grand design came to pass. Three champions would rise like stars, facing the dragons together. Heart, Mind, and Soul... Pirkko, Ceara, and Saoirse, from the Priory, Whispers, and Vigil. A bold new future awaited-- a future where the horrors of Scarlet’s Alliance would never be known, for there had never even been a Scarlet Briar to lead it.

But the greater their success, the lusher their world...

And the higher the flames would burn when it all ignited.

Tideturners AU: What Happens When There is No Hero?

Mai Trin wasn’t born to be a hero. That was supposed to be Ruju’s job. He was the one who would become the Commander, leading unlikely alliances to victory time and time again to save his world from the draconic plight. He was strong, and relentless, and brave, and intelligent. He was always meant to be a leader.

But his heart was just as cold and dead as the biomechanical minions he commanded in battle, and the future he would create was not a kind one.

He was invited aboard Scarlet’s Alliance, but this would prove a deadly error; Commander Ruju made no differentiation between a willing dragon minion and a rebelling one. Scarlet Briar was claimed by his blade in the dead of night, and the rest were left with a brutal choice: fall in line, or share her fate. Mai, realizing this was no longer the alliance she had once believed in, took her Aetherblades and fled into the Mists.

But the Grand High Sovereign’s rampage did not end. He blazed a devastating trail of bloodshed across the Tyrian continent, wiping away all that dared stand in his path. With every fallen foe, his army only continued to grow. Dragons were crushed by brute force, and magic poured into the increasingly unstable fabric of reality. With every passing day there was less left to save.

Mai Trin wasn’t born to be a hero. She never would have chosen that role for herself-- and whether that was what she became would be debated by many. But she was meant to be a leader, and if Ruju would not be the one her Tyria needed, she was the only one left who could. Alliances were forged, civilians were evacuated, and a mask was donned; she was no longer Mai Trin. She was the Sidewinder, and their hidden Turnabout deep in the Mists would offer a second chance to those who had nowhere else left to go. As the years passed, it became the stuff of legend, a tale of hope and renewal even in the face of impossible odds.

Their world is long-gone now, nothing but haunted memories in the minds of those precious few who escaped alive. But the Tideturners remain, one last refuge against a Commander who decided the world wasn’t worth saving. He won’t save them, so they’ll save themselves instead.

“We're the Tideturners, and we won’t be washed away.”

#pinned post #my posts #hi. it took me like 2 years to finally make this.#i am definitely a fully functional tumblr blog.

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