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rimunagenius · 8 days

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Good Game

ʚ pairing: Kate Martin x Cheerleader!reader

ʚ word count: 1.3k words

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , otherwise none.

ʚ request: anon ask; “are you down to make a kate martin x cheerleader reader?”

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: here’s another request! i love that you guys are sending requests, and i’m glad that i’m the one you’re choosing to ask to write them! thank you so much for liking what i write, truly unbelievable. Also, I’m making my way through my inbox so from now on, my fics will most likely be request, so feel free to drop some more, but also, please be patient as i continue to do so! enjoy!

"Good job, Martin!" You yelled at you waved your pom poms infront of you, engaging in your cheer, but looking to the side as the Iowa women's basketball team ran down the tunnel for half time.

You gave her the biggest smile, getting one in return. "Thank you!" She grabbed a cup of water and ran down the tunnel following her teammates.

Usually that's how all of your interactions went. A 'good job' or 'you're doing great' here and there. Kate was your favorite on the team. She was tall, pretty, kind, and really damn good at playing ball. What's there not to like about her? You always mentioned her to your cheer friends; they evolved to trying to start up conversations with Kate and bring you into it.

It helped that one of your bestfriends was on the basketball team, too. You and Kylie met on your first day at Iowa University. You two have been inseparable since then.

So every game, you'd get to just a little bit early, hitching a ride with Kylie, and she knew full well why you did it. There was the off chance that you'd talk to Kate. They normally had shoot around, and the cheer team would get there just a half hour later to start warm ups and make sure the music was working.

You valued your time before every home game. That's why Kylie made sure to make you bump into Kate on your way into the big game tonight.

"Hey, Kate!" Kylie shouted to the blonde ahead. She turned around, her long blonde hair twisting as she turned to look at you and Kylie.

"Hey! Oh, Hi!" Kate greeted her teammate, and then greeting you, with a side hug. She was much taller this close than from the sideline to baseline view. Your knees were weak.

"Hey! You excited for tonight?" You beamed, you were also excited for tonight. The big Iowa vs. UConn game for the final four spot.

"Yeah, super. Your cheering tonight?" Kate knew the answer, she just didn't know what to say because you made her nervous. You could tell by the way her cheeks reddened immediately after asking.

"Yeah, I am. That's why I came with Kylie." You turned to point to your friend, only to find she left. You look up ahead and see her walking with Sydney down the hall towards the lockerroom. "Oh, nice." You whispered as you turned back to Kate.

Your cheeks turning pink just by the sheer height difference. "Nice, you're gonna cheer for me right? Your favorite on the team obviously." She bumped your shoulder, making you laugh.

"I will cheer for you, but only out of obligation. Y'know, I didn't get a full ride for nothing." Your sarcasm eliciting a small giggle from the tall blonde.

"Haha, very funny." Kate looked ahead, catching Kylie peak her head out of the lockerroom doorway, immediately blushing harder.

"Kylie's actually my favorite, but i'll make an acception for the cute golden retriever." You smiled up at Kate, tossing a small strand of hair up playfully, her smile widening some more.

"Yay, the cute cheerleader loves me." She bumped your shoulder again, both of you walking into the lockerroom like big grinning idiots. Kylie definitely texts you after you walk out with your headphones she had in her bag, asking how it went.

You walked onto the court, a couple of your teammates here already, smiling at your phone while you told Kylie what happened. You then didn't fail to talk about it all the way until the girls started warms ups. You didn't want to get caught talking about a minor interaction between your literal crush.

"Wait, stop. I think Kate likes you, babe." Your teammate literally stopped you dead in your tracks. You didn't know if you heard that correctly. You hoped you did.

"No, stop it. No she doesn't." You looked over, and sure enough Kate had been looking at you. You both gave eachother a small smile before resuming to your respective duties.

"Girl, she's been looking over here every thirty seconds. Of course she likes you." You smiled softly, thanking the cheer gods that your uniform looked so good on you. Seriously, you were glad you were confident enough to strike up a conversation. She was so pretty you didn't think you'd be able to do it.

"Okay, stop telling me that or that's all i'll think about all night, and I don't want to forget our cheers. Especially the half time performance." You sighed as you walked off the court, to do stationary stretches, while the girls used the full court to do warm up drills.

Now it was your turn to stare. You watched her as she moved in sync with her team. Fully enamored by the way she moved, communicated, and played with her team.

During the game, was no different. You’d watch her play, literally just watched her. Something about her was just so intriguing. You couldn’t look away.

She’d look to you, smile and continue to play her game. She would try and hide the smile when she heard you scream ‘let’s go 20’ and hasn’t stopped thinking about it. She thought about it all the way through the second half, and completely into half time.

She wished she could watch the halftime performance, wanting to watch you do your thing, in that pretty uniform, the skirt that fit you perfectly. You two had seemed to be totally enamored with eachother it was driving you both nuts.

After the game, the team went into the tunnel, for the normal post game talk. You were nervous to sit in, Coach Bluder allowing you to sit and listen since Kylie was your ride and you were just minding your own business. The lockerroom was fairly big, you finding a spot infront of a locker, scrolling through tiktok with your headphones on. You hadn’t known the huddle was over until someone was approaching you.

Looking up, you met the perfect blue eyes yet again. You looked up and saw you were sitting at her locker. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll just—“ You started talking and got up when she had already reached for her towel on the top shelf. Your bodies were pressed against eachother, eyes looking into the others, your breath mixing together.

“Oh..uh. Sorry!” Kate said, sidestepping to let you pass. Both your cheeks were red and demeanor suddenly timid and bashful. The things you two did to eachother.

You neeed her number.

She needed your number.

You then stood by Kylie’s locker, waiting for her to finish up, her opting to shower at her home, and then before walking out, you turned around and walked up to Kate. You didn’t know if it was the confidence of Iowa winning the game, the adrenaline running super high. But either way, you were doing it.

It was now or never. You liked her, and wanted to talk to her longer than short conversations before and after games. Getting closer, you tapped her on her shoulder. Her eyes wide, a soft puppy look on her face, god your knees were weak. “Hey!” She smiled as she put her basketball shoes in her bag, sliding her feet into her slides.

“Hey! So, you can totally say no, but I wanted to know if I could get your number?” You smiled nervously at the blonde, her smile growing wider.

“Yeah, of course. Here.” She handed you her phone, letting you type in your number, sending a quick text so you could save her number in your phone. Feeling your phone vibrate, you thank her and handed her her phone back.

Her now standing infront of you, you decided to kiss her cheek. Her face immediately turning a light shade of red. She rubbed the back of her neck softly, before looking down at her feet and then back up to you.

“Good game tonight, Martin.” You turned heel, and walked out the door leaving her absolutely stunned. She could not wait to text you tonight.

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bluginkgo · 5 months

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Another Nuzi rant. Don't mind me

Spoilers, duh

Since I've already done a quick character study/nuzi rant from N's side. Here's one from Uzi's side!

This is probably gonna be just me repeating things people have already said... again. But I love Uzi. (Just like every other character in Murder Drones, honestly.) But Liam did a wonderful job of making an angsty, emo girl, borderline maniac that we know as Uzi. Her character, to me at least, never became the annoying overdramatized and overused stereotype that follows her style. She has real reasons for being the way she is.

A loner, whose dad loves nothing but doors. School is not different, as her classmates pretty much forget about her existence on a day to day basis. No one to talk to, no one to connect with, gives her the angsty side that I absolutely adore. Because underneath all of that toughness is just a lonely little drone who was left by herself since early age. But guess who comes in and busts down those walls (literally and figuratively)?

Our good boi N! Despite their rough start, N never really gave Uzi a reason not to trust him. Their chance encounter, and a broken sensor, allowed them to have the talk that might have never happened. Their beginning might have been a lucky accident, but for the rest of the season, we can see how both sides had to work to make well... Nuzi work!

For Uzi, asking for help is like asking for a death sentence probably. After being on her own for so long, she doesn't expect anyone to help. With that information in mind, the first time she let's that wall crumble was episode 2, Heartbeat.

"Uzi, shoot! Or give it to me!"

Granted, we all know that was not our N. But in that moment, when Uzi was in an enough distressed state, she sought help in N. We all know how that ended, though. Absolute Solver took advantage of that and almost killed her, before N once again sweeped in to save her. The one and only notorious Nuzi misunderstanding was, for better or for worse, cleared up pretty quickly. Seeing as glitchproduction only has so much money at their disposal, they can't really drag this ordeal out. Personally, I'm glad that it didn't. The long drama that is just a misunderstanding after misunderstanding gets quite tedious to follow.

So, moving forward in The Promening, Uzi once again seeks out N when she's in distress. When she sees and hears about what Doll and Lizzy were gonna do, she books it to the only person she knows can help her.

N! Now don't get me wrong. Uzi, by herself is plenty strong. She's shown off her fighting and capabilities, and would have probably been able to take V on. She's taken J down before, aaaand Uzi does technically also take V down in Cabin Fever. But she still went out of her way to go find N. So they could work together and get this mess sorted out.

And then there's this. God I love Cabin Fever, and surprisingly no, not for the Falling.... for you? scene. No, I loved the entire Uzi going on murder spree because she can! The music was such a banger too. But back to Uzi. She recognizes V and briefly snaps back to her usual self. Curious isn't it? N and Uzi both tried reaching out to V, but because V is so untrusting (and we all understand why from ep 5, Home). Here Uzi tried to ask V for help... in form of N.

I find it interesting how ever since Uzi met N and V, she's been getting better at asking for help. Sure, V shot her down because, once again, V was scared. Uzi was turning into the monster that only Cyn has been capable of creating. This soon leads to N yeeting Uzi into the f*cking stratosphere and the two have a chat.

I love how the animators included Uzi hiding behind her bat wings.

Her metaphorical walls were back up. And guess who broke them yet again.

The bestest boi N! And ever since this moment, N and Uzi are way more open.

Episode 5 was taking place in N's memories. But episode 6 is where their trust and care shines. Yeah, sure, there was the hand holding. And it was a big moment! But I enjoyed the little things more. Uzi checking in on N, nodding at his little comments and jokes.

Summary: I love Nuzi. Send help they're on my mind 24/7.

#murder drones #glitch productions #serial designation n #uzi doorman #serial designation v #nuzi #biscuitbites #murder drones nuzi #n x uzi #md nuzi #md uzi doorman #md uzi #md n #murder drones n #rant post #bluginkgo's rambles/theories

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wen-kexing-apologist · 9 months

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Thai QL Favorites Game

*sigh* y'all seem to love torturing me with the terrible, terrible weight of having to pick favorites.

Tagged by @telomeke

Favorite Thai QL: Moonlight Chicken

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This is so fucking hard because like…I Told Sunset About You, 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us, and The Eclipse exist and I could wax poetic about all of them, about how much heart went in to them, about how strong the performances of the actors are, about how emotionally impactful these shows were for me. Because all of them were, and they were impactful and relevant to me in so many different ways. I can say with utter confidence that I have not been as impacted by a piece of television as I was with ITSAY and 180D. But, fundamentally, Moonlight Chicken is the show that started it all for me. Moonlight Chicken is the first show that I started writing analysis about, it is the first show that I started interacting with other people on this website over, I have so many tumblr friends now explicitly because of how I engaged with this show, and how others engaged with this show. And so, regardless of how many other incredible, impactful, cinematographic masterpieces grace my screen, Moonlight Chicken will forever be my favorite because it gave me a community I didn’t have before.

Favorite Pairing: First and Khaotung

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I want to make it very clear, I do not condone fanservice. I am generally opposed to speculating about the nature of two actor’s relationships to one another outside of work. So, when I talk about my favorite pairing, I mean it strictly as scene partners. First and Khaotung are my favorite pairing because they are incredible fucking actors. First is a fucking chamelian, like seriously, I saw him in Not Me first, then in The Eclipse, and I think it took me until I looked up what else First had been in during my first viewing of The Eclipse that I even realized he had played Yok. And that blew my fucking mind because Yok and Akk are radically different characters. Yok is loud, chaotic, comfortable, and open. Akk is quiet, stressed, distressed, closeted, suppressed, and First does such an incredible job with both of those characters. After I watched The Eclipse for the first time, I went back right after to watch Not Me so I could compare First’s performance, and I was just blown away. I have since rewatched The Eclipse about six times.

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Then I saw him as Alan in MLC and again, First was able to be an asshole to Jim while maintaining a sympathetic position, he navigates so well the razor thin edge that has to be balanced when it comes to making a character that first appears as an antagonistic force but whose pain and anger is immediately understandable, and he does it with ease. It both makes me sad and happy that Aof did not know how good of an actor First was. I heard from @so-much-left-to-learn that Moonlight Chicken started filming before The Eclipse was released, and that Aof wasn’t ever on set for The Eclipse and therefore would not have really had a chance to see him playing more serious roles. I am glad that Aof acknowledging how blown away he was by First means that First actually can act and I am not just distracted by the angelic face of his. Also, this boy can fucking cry.

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Khaotung similarly, I think my first exposure to Khao was The Eclipse and then I saw him in A Tale of A Thousand Stars and I was like “Hello??????????? Where did my rat bastard go? This is a sweet ray of sunshine!” Khao is a powerhouse, and a master at displaying, expressing, and articulating grief that it radiates out of the screen. It is unsurprising to me that everyone was singing his praises in MLC and I feel some type of way about the fact that Aof knew how talented Khaotung was and trusted him to carry the heavy responsibility of portraying the grief of losing a parent so soon after Aof lost his. And everyone who said that your eye can’t help but be drawn to Khao whenever he is on screen is correct. Khaotung is a force to be reckoned with, and though you are drawn to him, I don’t think when he is not the focus of the moment that he ever steals the scene. Also, this boy can fucking cry.

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I think it was @ginnymoonbeam who said that First and Khaotung elevate every role they play, and I have to agree. But further, they elevate each other, and I so enjoyed the clips I’ve seen of First and Khaotung discussing their friendship and how they had never gotten to work together, and how they had a conversation with each other when they got cast opposite one another in The Eclipse being like “this is probably the one and only time they are going to have us work together, so let’s show them what we’ve got” and they just like…demolished those fucking roles, and now are scene partners in a number of shows. I loved watching the Behind the Scenes videos where First and Khaotung describe what they have learned from each other working together, especially how First is always going back to look at the camera and to observe the scene they have just recorded so he can see how the scene is looking, take mental notes, and adjust as needed, and how Khaotung had never done that until he was on set with First.

Again, I will not speculate in any way, shape, or form about the true nature of their relationship to one another outside of work, but inside of work they do appear to be deeply deeply important to each other which is just so wonderful to witness. Regardless of whether or not their friendship is that strong when cameras aren’t rolling, I love seeing sweet, vulnerable, and strong displays of male friendship where First and Khaotung are literally crying at the thought of not seeing each other every day. Like, I just think shit like that is incredibly important for people to see in hopes that they will understand that it is okay to love your friends loudly and strongly.

Most underrated actor: Jennie

I love Jennie so much, my face always lights up when she is on screen. I think she is a great actress, and gave a very compelling performance as Mae in 3 Will Be Free. I would love to see her in more things, in larger roles.

Favorite Character: Akk, The Eclipse

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Thankfully this is a Thai QL tag only so that I didn’t have to pit two bad bitches against each other (Wen Kexing and Akk). Ohhhhhh Akk, you are trying so hard to please everyone around you, and you are so scared, and so prone to being manipulated, and so stressed out. You have so much pressure on you, you are carrying so much doubt and fear and pain. You tried to murder your classmates, you cry yourself silly over problem you are partially responsible for. You are complicated, and suppressed, and constantly on the verge of bursting, and I want to just wrap you in a blanket, give you hot chocolate, and tell you everything is going to be okay. Akk is my beloved BL boy. I relate very hard to the composition of his character. I am not an Akk apologist, because he has done some very wrong things in his life, but I love him because of all the wrongs he has done. Because he didn’t know any better, because he had a lot to lose if he did not do his job to a satisfactory degree, because he saw a hot boy who was immediately mean to him and fell head over heels, and because Akk is constantly evaluating and questioning his worldview, and adjusting it accordingly. He has such a huge heart and he’s not quite sure what to do with it.

Favorite Side Character: Chot, Step by Step

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This man has his shit together and spends too much of his precious time corralling his love sick, dumb fuck gay boy boss and his love sick, dumb fuck gay boy coworker around their enclosure.

Favorite scene in a QL: 180 Degrees Longitude Passes Through Us, Ep. 8

The farewell Wang gives to In near the end of Episode 8 is probably my favorite scene in a QL ever for a very innocuous and unexpected reason, and that is the flashback to Mon comforting Wang in the aftermath of their confrontation. Now, poor @bengiyo can attest that when I first saw the literal like…ten seconds of Wang falling against the doorframe of his mother’s bedroom, and then collapsing sobbing in to her arms, that I was sent in to the most intense emotional distress of my entire life for deeply, deeply personal reasons. I shared this entire clip because I think the confrontation itself is a marvel to behold, the way the tension has been building and building and building the entire show, and you can almost hear the whistle as the pressure finally becomes to much, and then erupts. GOD THIS SHOW IS SO FUCKING GOOD. Anyway, it took me thirty minutes to calm down and breathe properly from Wang’s “Ma” moment in this episode and because of how strongly it impacted me, it is my favorite scene.

Favorite line in a QL: “You’re allowed to be weak, at least with me” / “You don’t have to be strong, not with me”

This is a line that is very frequently said by at least one half of a pair, Akk and Ayan say it to each other in The Eclipse, King says it to Uea in Bed Friend, I’m pretty sure there is some variation of it that Praipai says to Sky in Love in The Air. It is cheesy, and tropey, sure, but boy oh boy how I love the level of safety and comfort it implies between characters. Like, fundamentally, an aspect of relationships that is constantly evaluated in romance, is who knows you better than anyone, how you show your most authentic self to the person that you love. I mean, seriously, how much of romance stories revolves around hiding parts of yourself you fear no one would ever love? How much of romance stories revolve around keeping secrets because you are scared of losing the person you have? How much of romance has their conflict arise from the revelation of the secret, but not the secret itself? How much of romance has their resolution occur after moments of complete and total honesty?

I love all variations of this line, non-verbal ones included, non-verbal ones especially: from Pran sobbing in to Pat’s shoulder in Episode 10, to Tien fainting in Phupa’s arms, to Akk and Ayan always holding one another while one or both of them cries, navigating nightmares, and panic attacks, bearing witness to abuse, etc.

All that said, the other line that has been haunting me recently is “No one has asked me how I am in awhile” said by Tawan in My Ride because oof, yeah, in many ways and in many aspects of my life I am Tawan and truer words…

Most Anticipated QL (& why): Only Friends

First being a slut. Neo being a slut. Mark being a slut. Force being a slut. Khaotung being a slut. Book being a slut. JENNIE!

This chart:

This clip from the trailer:

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The playlist:

I am 0% looking forward to the fan reactions because I feel like this is a show rife for the picking around discourse, but I am looking forward to seeing what kind of a ride (haha) Jojo takes me on.

Healthiest relationship in a QL: Mork and Tawan, My Ride

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I haven’t finished this show yet, I have the last two episodes to watch but I really love the reciprocal relationship the two of them have, I know it seems funny and ironic to say this, knowing that Mork did withhold information from Tawan and continued to try to alleviate his fears by lying to him about it, but they are open and honest with each other in a really wonderful way, I love their dynamic, and I think that as they continue to know each other, and love each other that they will only get better and better with open, honest communication, and mutual respect and care.

Most toxic relationship in a QL: Akk and Theo, Enchante

Sorry if you like this show, and sorry if you like this couple, and I know this feels out of left field when VegasPete exists, when FUTS exists, when Boss and Toy exist but like…

Theo does fuck all for Akk, he just creates the most elaborate lie, doubles down on it, triples down on it, lets four other boys try to woo him, and Akk’s devotion to Theo and Theo’s downright obliviousness to Akk’s life needs leads to Akk getting fucking FIRED FROM HIS JOB BECAUSE THEO COULDN’T FIGURE OUT HOW TO RIDE THE BUS. Like…I’m sorry, but as much as I do believe that many relationships have some inherent level of imbalance, whether that is time, emotional needs, income, life experience, etc. and that can be fine and does not inherently make a relationship terrible or “toxic”, folks I’m sorry, I have seen 60 BLs at this point and I think this is the couple that I like the least.

Guilty pleasure series: There is no such thing as a guilty pleasure, I own that shit…

My guilty pleasure series is not so much a series as it is revisiting certain scenes in different BLs that I love. I have rewatched a number of the fight scenes, make out scenes, and sex scenes in the shows I have seen: Eclipse, Bed Friend, La Pluie, LITA, KinnPorsche, Moonlight Chicken, etc.

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There isn’t a particular order, and there is no intentional plan, but sometimes a backing track of a scene gets stuck in my head and I have to watch the scene to get it out, and sometimes I’m like “damn I miss my boys”, and sometimes @colourme-feral is an asshole and reblogs King and Uea gifs and I am seized with the urge to see them again. I tend to watch kissing scenes and sex scenes a lot in the shows that I’ve seen because I love breaking down the choreography of the scene. If you don’t know by now, I spend a lot of my time in shows analyzing the body language of the characters and there are no scenes more rich with body language to analyze than the strongest emotional moments, which come through the eruption of a fight scene, or through the intimacy of a love scene.

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I will often watch a particular moment of a scene like four times in a row, trying to parse through every microexpression on an actor’s face, or wonder how the hell they managed to get through a scene without laughing. I love watching other people have strong emotional responses in a television show because I cannot and do not act, and therefore I am constantly amazed and curious about how a person is able to make their face move like that, make their body move like that, make their eyes shine like that, etc.

Most underrated series: He’s Coming to Me

Honestly, I would say 180 Degrees Longitude Passes Through Us is also a highly underrated series, but 180D is very heavily reminiscent of stage plays (which makes sense since the director is a playwright) and I that is not a style of performance that is as easily watched for everyone. So I can understand the physicality, and the pacing, and the space to be a barrier to actually enjoying the show. Which is why I am going to say something most other people have said…He’s Coming to Me.

I am picking this one because it is filmed in a similar style to most other GMMTV BLs which means that it is accessible to a wider audience. But it’s released was impacted by a number of different issues, including fan pushback, which is to say the least a goddamn travesty. This is a beautiful piece of media, with (unsurprising) stellar performances from Ohm and Singto. Aof knows how to do an Episode 5 roof scene, let me tell you. I have seen it on a recommended watch list from time to time, with mostly just the statement that people should watch it because there is a really good coming out scene. Which is literally all I knew about the show when I started watching it, and which promptly became a thing I got a bit miffed over, not because I didn’t love the coming out scene (I super super did) but because this show is so queer. This show is a gay trifecta (by, for, and about queers) and no one fucking told me?!

Like, seriously the only thing anyone at all had to say about this show was that the coming out scene was good? Not the way that seeing ghosts is a metaphor of queerness, not that Ohm delivers one of the most gut-wrenching screaming apologies? Not a peep have I seen about Ohm’s ramble about people’s assumptions about what and who he likes by his friends in the locker room?

Everyone needs to see this show. I know that the distribution of it prevented a lot of people from seeing it in any timely fashion, but it is available on YouTube now and I would highly, highly recommend it. This was a 10/10 show for me.

Tagging @solitaryandwandering, @colourme-feral, @ranchthoughts, @rocketturtle4

#la pluie #step by step #moonlight chicken #bed friend #mlc #hctm #3wbf #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #jennie panhan #ohm pawat #singto prachaya #180 degree longitude passes through us #kinnporsche #only friends #thai ql tag challenge #wka long post #Spotify

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marvel-starwarsfangirl · 2 months

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"Infiltration" and "Extraction" Review

Those two episodes were genuinely some of the most terrifying we've seen in the Star Wars. It burned the safety net for me because no one outside Rex, Gregor, and Wolffe are safe. They could start dropping the Batch like flies at any point honestly. Unlike Clone Wars, the Batch don't have plot armor so the show can end their tale by killing them all off. And unlike Rebels, there is no family-friendly rating so yes, this show can be as dark as it wants if it chooses the Rogue One option. We don't know if the Batch will make it. It honestly gave me Game of Thrones vibes (like early GoT when it was good).

Before we get into spoilers, both episodes did great job capturing the danger that everyone was in. The atmosphere was tense and the music did a great job enhancing that. This is why I say the safety net is gone. Our heroes are being closed in from all sides and it's anyone's game now.

Alright, spoiler time

The clone assassins are legitimately terrifying. They were clones that willingly chose the Empire and were subjected to who knows what in order to become what they are now. Worse, Hemlock tried to do it to Crosshair. It's so evident that Crosshair's trauma didn't end on Barton IV, the clone assassin program did something to him. The way he is so scared of the clone assassin when he sees him just hit my feels. I hope he lets his family in whenever he's ready to talk. He's hurting still and he needs all the support he can get. Also, let's add almost drowning again and more brainwashing to Crosshair's list of bad things because he really is the show's punching bag.

Also, Crossdad nation supremacy. I loved his banter with Omega and him constantly looking out for her. He's so naturally protective I can't. This man loves her so so much. It's also so cute when Omega was copying him with the toothpicks. First, she copied Hunter, then she copied Phee, now she copies Crosshair. Can our little ray of sunshine get any cuter?

The interactions with Howzer were also really great. It makes sense why he doesn't trust Cross because he did get hurt at Cross' hands. However, seeing Crosshair interact with Omega changes his perspective. The two begin to understand each other and even have a small conversation about loyalty. I'm glad that Crosshair was willing to open up to Howzer. He's a changed man and he is healing. Crosshair later pushes Howzer out of the way to protect him. It all came full circle at the end when Howzer saved Crosshair from being murdered by Clone X.

Cross aside, the stuff with Rex with phenomenal. It's so cool to see him working with Riyo and even Avi Singh as they try to pass info along. Riyo talking about systems coming together foreshadows the rebellion that starts to bloom over the next several years. Even though the year is 18 BBY, the seeds of rebellion have already been planted; now, they need time to grow. Rex's cause is genuinely so tragic because you know it's only going to come crashing down on him. I think that the end of show will feature the end of the clone rebellion in that it will be destroyed. Rex will be forced to go into hiding like we see in Rebels. Those who survive will do the same (but since we only see Gregor and Wolffe, the chances are limited). Speaking of Wolffe, omg my boy is back! I had a feeling he's with the Empire, but seeing him in his full wolf pack armor and his choice to spare Rex gives me hope. He's not fully gone. The chip is loosing its power over him. Sooner or later, Wolffe will join Rex and his fight against the Empire.

The episode title "Infiltration" was also really clever because it wasn't about the Batch at all, it was about the clone assassin. In any other season, or another show, these two episodes might've been about the heroes infiltrating and extracting some important information or person/object. But no, it's about Clone X infiltrating the heroes and then Echo extracting the heroes before it's too late. That's such a chilling idea. Now, we know the heroes are mostly safe, but it doesn't make it any less tense. The way Clone X slips in so quietly is creepy. We aren't ready to hear about what they did to those clones on Tantiss because if it produces results this efficient, then yikes. I do have a theory on Clone X, but I'll save that for later.

And I think Echo is 100% gonna die. It's so sweet he gave Omega the upgraded bow, but my man is gonna bite it soon.

Overall, these episodes were tense, dark, and truly sinister. The Batch can never truly hide anymore, not even on Pabu. The clone assassins will not stop until Omega is captured and the Batch is presumably dead. Whatever safety and peace Hunter thought they could have is now gone. Whatever happens next, the Batch are truly in for the fight of their lives.

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb tech #captain rex #tbb howzer #clone trooper wolffe #clone assassin #we're officially in the endgame now guys #get ready for more feels

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houkagokappa · 10 months

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The Yuri Manga Post

From when I first came across yuri manga a decade ago, followed by a long break from it due to the excruciating longing I’d experience reading about girls loving girls while not experiencing it myself, I’d been wanting to get back to reading yuri manga again. The loneliness hasn’t gone anywhere, but my love towards girls and girls loving girls has remained, and I’ve wanted to take part in it once more.

What got me started was Hanamonogatari by schwinn. People were hyping it up on twitter as old woman yuri, and not just yuri involving a grown adult, but an actual grandmother. So far only 2 chapters have been translated, so I don’t have a whole lot to say about the series. It’s a nice change of pace to read about someone in their 60′s, and it’s wholesome to see how they discover make-up as a new hobby and the salesperson as a new romantic interest. Life doesn’t end after your 20′s, y’all!

This inspired me to check out what else is popular these days, and one of the first works I saw recommended was Mahou Shoujo ni Akogarete by Akihiro Ononaka, which is the polar-opposite to Hanamonogatari. It’s about a young girl who adores magical girls, but ends up becoming a villain forced to fight them. Her new alter-ego is sadistic and enjoys teasing and torturing her opponents. The manga feels like a combination of Douman Seiman’s works and Kill la Kill, the way it’s stylized with high contrasts and contains plenty of wacky, sexy comedy that takes things just a little too far for comfort. Personally I love it. It’s not a manga for everyone, and I wish it would start wrapping up soon after 9 volumes, before it starts repeating itself too much. It’s been one of the most refreshing manga I’ve read in a while, a funny parody with an amazing artstyle, even if it also contains some... questionable scenes.

Looking at more conventional works, I picked up Ki ni Natteru Hito ga Otoko ja Nakatta by Agu. It’s about a high school girl who falls for a guy as they bond over similar tastes in music, but as the title suggests, it turns out the guy’s actually a girl and her classmate (disguised in her casual/alternative style). The manga releases on twitter, and it’s been a fun exercise for me to keep up with it in Japanese. The twitter releases have also allowed Agu to use some colour, adding lime green to the traditional black and white, which makes the manga stand out and look really cool. The art itself is great too, both girls are super cute with their own distinctive styles. I like seeing how their relationship develops and I’m glad that it doesn’t dwell on the initial misunderstanding for too long. I will say that it’s a shame to be caught up with the story, since each weekly update is only 4 pages long and I’d rather read this in one go.

Next, I picked up Kakeochi Girl by Battan, since it was recent and renowned, with gorgeous covers. It’s about a woman who runs into her old high school sweetheart again after 10 years. While she never got over her, her old lover is now about to get married to a man, and have his baby. I wasn’t a huge fan of this manga. I thought it was sad how the main girl hadn’t been able to move on and felt stuck with her life for so long, while her romantic interest was stuck making bad decisions. I also didn’t like how the husband was portrayed as a villain of comical proportions. I think there’s value to the story which explores what comphet does to a woman, but it’s not something I care to read about when men become too central to the story. I also have conflicting feelings about the art. The covers, illustrations and some pages were absolutely gorgeous, and I love how Battan portrays different feelings, especially whenever something’s a little scary, but exciting, with tingles and sparks, but I’m not a huge fan of her style when it comes to the eyes and other facial features, which is a stylistic choice for her and a personal preference of mine.

I gave Battan another chance with Ane no Yuujin, since I couldn’t resist the enthralling, sensual cover. I liked it better than Kakeochi Girl, and it helped me appreciate the art more, thanks to her excellent portrayal of longing and joy. I was about to say that I liked the characters better too, but now that I think about it, I’m not sure I did. I think the fact that this was much shorter and focused on more characters masked it for me. I don’t think Battan’s works are for me, but I’m sure there are plenty of people out there who do love them for good reason!

I continued my yuri journey with another work I’d seen and heard much about, Sayonara Rose Garden by Dr. Pepperco. It’s about a Japanese maid who works for an English noblewoman, set in England in the early 1900′s. My first impression was that Dr. Pepperco is a genius for this setting and combination of aesthetics, with the Japanese maid dressing in kimono off-duty (!!!). The manga is beautifully drawn, and I enjoyed both main characters, but unfortunately a man had to get between them as well. It makes sense considering the setting, but it’s still not something I enjoy reading about, so my initial excitement was dulled out after the first volume. Overall it was a good read with great art, but because of my high expectations and slight disappointment, it didn’t end up as a favourite of mine.

After getting worried about not finding any more good yuri to read, I was happy to discover Ikemen Girl to Hakoiri Musume by Mochi au Lait and majoccoid. It’s another manga where one girl mistakes her classmate for a man and falls for them. Here the girl confesses right at the start, the other one accepts as a joke, and they end up dating while the misunderstandings are still at play. The girl who was mistaken for a man is incredibly sympathetic and a whole mood (TM), while her girlfriend is super bubbly and sweet. The manga is light-hearted and funny, and I wish I could find something similar to this, since it’s been one of my favorites.

Next up I read Yuunagi Marbled and Kimi Koi Limit by Momono Moto. Yuunagi Marbled was a tad bit on the edgy side, but still an okay read. Kimi Koi Limit had a real mess of a main character, which I enjoyed immensely, since I’ve been looking for something like that in yuri works. After all these stories about women who suddenly end up in lesbian relationships, or who have to hide the fact they want to be in them, it was refreshing to read about women who were open and assertive about their interests. I can’t say either of these works left a strong impression on me beyond that, but I found the girls cute and they were easy enough to read.

Then I went on to read Papa no Sexy Doll by Kajikawa Gaku. Look. The title is questionable. And the manga is indeed about a girl and her dad both having some sort of relationship with an android to get over the loss of the girls’ mother. I checked it out because I read something else by the same author, which left me curious about what else they’d done. Then I wanted to check what Papa no Sexy Doll could possibly be about, since it wasn’t marked as r-18. It was a pleasant surprise to see that it was yuri, and I actually got attached to the main character, who’s a young girl going through a rough patch with her crush/girlfriend and seeking solace (not necessarily sexual, but also that kind of comfort) from the titular doll. There are only a few chapters out and it’s still ongoing, but so far it’s been a nice story about loss and the pains of growing up. I can’t recommend it for everyone, but it’s been a pleasant surprise for sure.

To continue with more questionable works, I was excited to give Kyou wa Kanojo ga Inai kara by Iwami Kiyoko a try, based on the gorgeous art and a powerful line I randomly came across and had to fish out the source for. Like the title suggests, it’s about a girl in a lesbian relationship, but said girlfriend is still in the closet afraid to show any sort of affection towards her in public. Furthermore, she keeps ignoring her in favour of club activities, which leaves our main girl sad and lonely. A third girl shows up, and with a few pushes, the main girl starts two-timing her girlfriend. I love how horrible the girls are, and how easy it is to see what drove them to be the way they are. The art is to die for, and although I can’t recommend such a controversial topic to everyone, it’s been one of my favorites. The manga is still ongoing, with 4 volumes currently, and things are heating up!

After reading all these popular and currently talked-about series, and not finding that much more looking though what’s popular, I discovered the greatness of Interest Stacks on MAL. There were a few collections with titles and covers that looked intriguing, and I started reading older works, with the oldest being Maya no Souretsu by Ichijo Yukari, published in 1972. I love the 70′s shoujo manga style, and the story was a tragic wild-ride about loss and revenge.

From there I kinda fell down the rabbit hole that was 90′s josei. Some of the yuri works I read were Love Vibes and Sheets no Sukima by Erica Sakurazawa. They are both about messy relationships that involve a lot of sex and cheating, and while love between women was central for both, there was more action between women and men. Because I read other josei works from the same era before these two, I came in thinking it was cool to see women be active and forward, so I didn’t mind it, but I do think Sheets no Sukima in particular suffered from not developing the relationship between the two women further. The ending was incredibly unsatisfying and abrupt, even if it could be seen as realistic and tragic in a way I usually love, because it reflects how uncertain and unsatisfying real life can be. I definitely preferred Love Vibes out of the two, where the feelings were more clear and reciprocated. Both works had a charming artstyle, and the girls were cute so it was nice reading them.

Back to the present day, although ready to take a journey into the past, I continued with Yume no Hashibashi by Sudou Yumi. It’s about two women in their mid-80′s who have been in love with each other since they were 14/15, but unable to be with each other due to various societal reasons. The manga starts with them in their old age and progresses backwards in time, with each chapter giving us a small glimpse of the choices they made and the feelings they had throughout different periods in their lives. It’s quite an interesting structure, and I loved seeing what drove the characters to make the decisions they did, when I already knew what they would lead to, and to see what prevented them from choosing to be with each other throughout the years. I wasn’t sure what to think of it based on the first two chapters, but I was crying as I reached the end. It was tragic, yet beautiful, and what hurts the most is how there are people out there who have gone through similar experiences. This was another favourite of mine and I highly recommend it, with the warning that it’s a heartbreaking read. I’d love to read more yuri by this mangaka, but unfortunately I couldn’t find much else.

Following these, I read Nettai Shoujo by Yoshitomi Akihito. I picked it up after reading Balance Policy, also by him, thanks to the nice cover art. Balance Policy contained some yuri as well, which would ordinarily be a nice bonus, except here it was paired with some of the most absurd ideas of how women work I’ve come across in a long time (weird stuff about periods etc.). Along with some other choices, it was quite obvious it was written by a man. I don’t think gender should prevent you from writing whatever, and I can even appreciate yuri that’s created for the male gaze, but oh man does it hurt when it’s combined with bad writing. Both Balance Policy and Nettai Shoujo got me though, since they depict summer in the countryside, which is one of my biggest weaknesses when it comes to manga settings, especially paired with queer themes. Nettai Shoujo is a collection of shorts around that theme, and it delivers, save for a couple instances where you can clearly tell it was written by a man, and a few “but I’m a girl” lines, which I didn’t know I’d come to dislike as much as I now do. In their defence, it was written in 2007, so I can’t be too mad about it.

It was only after reading Nettai Shoujo that I realised Yoshitomi Akihito is the man behind Blue Drop. I’ve read one or two installations from the series and I’ve always wanted to read through them all, so I’m now stuck in this weird love-hate relationship with Yoshitomi Akihito and his works. I’ve gotten quite busy, so I haven’t had the time to read more than the first (original) volume so far. I love the art and the sci-fi setting of lesbian aliens taking over Earth, but it feels aged and contains gratuitous fanservice, which I don’t enjoy. The girls are either undressing themselves at weird moments, too often, or it’s done to them in a way which feels exploitative. I’ll read and reread the rest of Blue Drop, and I’ll probably check out the anime too, but for now, I no longer have the time. Pride month is coming to an end too, so this shall be it for my big yuri manga review.

Thank you for taking the time to read any or all of this!

I hope you’ve been able to read some good yuri as well, and if you have any recommendations I’m happy to receive them!

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angelst4re · 2 years

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threat you better part 3 rn ash im begging

of course!! <33

Treat You Better (part 3)- Jamie Campbell Bower x Milf!Reader

୨♡୧ summary: your new boyfriend moves in and discovers something in your wardrobe...

୨♡୧ warnings: smut! please don't read if you feel uncomfortable my love!

୨♡୧ note: i was listening to lana whilst writing this <3 also do you want a part 4?? i have a few ideas already and it will just be pure fluff!!

“Please, y/n, we can make it work! I promise I’ll start putting more effort-”

“Save it, Rob!” You shouted at your husband, stuffing his belongings into cardboard boxes, “I’ve been unhappy ever since Max was born and you haven’t even thought to say anything. You haven’t even slept in the same bed as me since then! I’m not giving you another chance. You’re lucky I even took you back after you cheated on me!”

“Look, I’ll change, okay! If that’s what you want me to do!”

You sigh, turning around to face the man.

“What I want you to do… is to leave. Go to your parents’ house or something for now, we’ll discuss our divorce later.”

Your husband frowned, reaching into the wardrobe to pull out his suitcase he took on his business trip and began to fill it with his clothes.

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“Jamie, you don’t think we’re moving too fast, do you?” You ask, helping him bring boxes into the house from his car- of course he made you take the lighter ones, worrying that at two months pregnant heavy-lifting will be harmful.

“You ask that whilst you’re pregnant with my child?” He chuckles, “I don’t think so. Unless you think maybe this is… wrong?”

“No! Of course not! I think I’m just thinking about Rob again, I guess I’ll be doing that for a while.” You set the box down by the stairs, as it was labelled ‘bedroom’.

“Of course you will, darling. You were married to him for… years! You can’t expect to have moved on in a matter of weeks.” Said Jamie as he put a bigger box beside yours, before taking your hand in his. “Whilst he has the kids, he’s happy, okay? He’s not lonely right now- and neither are you! There’s nothing to worry about.” He gave you a gentle smile, lifting your hand to his mouth and placing a kiss on your knuckles.

He was right, it ended as well as it could have done. And you were finally happy with Jamie, so you couldn’t ask for anything more.

As Jamie left to collect another box from his car, you stopped. You were already out of breath from walking up and down the steps by the porch. How many more boxes were there?

“Do the kids know?” Jamie asked, another cardboard box in his arms.

“Know about what?”

“About me, about us? The baby?”

“Not yet, but they get back home tomorrow as they have school on Monday. I was thinking about telling them then, when you’re here.” You smile to yourself at the thought of no longer having to sneak around with Jamie, you could finally be together, live together, hold hands as you walked down the street.

“I’m down for that,” he grinned, “they seem to love me anyway!”

“They do,” you chuckle, “Leah doesn’t shut up about your tattoos, she thinks they’re ‘so cool!’, and she isn’t wrong…”

“Really? Well I’m glad to be down with the kids in this day and age! I thought my time had passed-”

“Jamie!”

“What?”

“There’s a box here labelled ‘kids’, you haven’t-”

“Oh yeah! That’s full of some of mine and Sam’s old toys from when we were kids! I kept them for when I have kids of my own. Teddys and cars and… there’s so much in there. I thought maybe Max and Leah would like them- and the baby, when it’s old enough.” He spoke with such love and thoughtfulness you had almost shed a tear. You were truly in love with him.

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After spending all morning and most of the afternoon sorting through the boxes downstairs, Jamie had now moved on to unpacking the boxes upstairs. You helped when you could, of course. Like right now, you were helping him put his clothes away.

“Shit, we’ve run out of hangers- it’s okay there’s quite a few spares in Leah’s room!” You climb over the boxes to your bedroom door and walk down the hallway to Leah’s room in search of the clothes hangers.

You looked in her closet, searched the floor and then found them sitting on her chair on top of the pile of clothes she had chosen to get rid of. You pick the coat hangers up and turn around, heading back to your room.

“Y/n, darling, come here…” Jamie says just as you approach your bedroom door.

You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering what he could have found. You opened the door, putting the coat hangers down on your drawers and turning to Jamie to see what was up.

Shit.

“What on earth could this be?” He smirked, holding up the wand vibrator you had hidden in your closet. Suddenly, you were aware of your heartbeat and your tummy was doing backflips, he was holding it up so smugly, knowing damn well what it was and what you use it for. “You poor girl, I thought that dildo of yours would be satisfying enough, but clearly not,” he begins to come closer to you, throwing the vibrator onto the bed as he places his hand on your cheek, “it’s okay now, love. You’ve got me. Although, I wouldn’t mind buying you a few more toys, make you put on a show for me.”

The thought alone of using your toys in front of Jamie had your pussy clenching around nothing, sure he had used your dildo on you before but that was him, not you.

You swallow hard before trailing his hand to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss as his hands lowered to your waist, holding your body against his. The kiss soon became heated and full of need, as his hands began pulling your shorts down along with your panties before lifting you by the thighs, and placing you on the bed. You groaned as you felt the clothed bulge between his thighs pressing into your heat, you began to move your hips, trying to create any kind of friction on your clit.

Jamie’s hands came down to your hips to hold them in place, chuckling into the skin of your neck as you whined in frustration. Suddenly, he had pushed himself off of you, giving you time to take your (his) oversized t-shirt off, revealing to him that you had not been wearing a bra all day.

When he returned to the bed, he had the vibrator in his hand, pressing the buttons on it to see the different speeds and patterns. He gave you a devilish grin as he turned it off and spread your legs, allowing him to kneel between them.

“You wanna show me how this works, darling?” He asks, handing it over to you. You bite down on your bottom lip and nod your head.

You place it between your thighs, and press the button down to turn it on. You gasp at the sensation, you had forgotten how lovely this feels and it left Jamie practically drooling over the sight of you pleasuring yourself. You turned the speed up and let out a pornographic moan your eyes screwing shut as your breathing got heavier, the vibrations on your clit felt delicious. Jamie took in your facial expressions, feeling an urge to slip a finger into you to add to your pleasure.

“Fuck.” You groaned, throwing your head back against the headboard as you moved the vibrator up and down a little, before pressing it into your clit again. You felt your cunt pulse around nothing, if only he would-

Suddenly, you felt as one of Jamie’s fingers prodded your entrance, teasing around the dripping hole before pushing the tip of his finger in and pulling it back out again. Your hips bucked as his entire finger slipped in and curled up into the delicious spot only he could find.

“You’re fucking soaked, baby.” He said, almost in a growl. His eyes were blown out in lust as he pumped his finger in and out of you, “you close?”

“Hmm.” You nodded your head, too afraid of screaming in pleasure if you opened your mouth to speak. All the pleasure was becoming too much too quick, and as you felt your muscles begin to relax before hitting your high- “Jamie!” Your head shot up as he had ripped the vibrator from your grasp, taking it away from your clit.

“You just looked so wonderful like this, love. I thought why should I let you cum so soon when I can enjoy watching this for a little longer, what do you think?”

“Fuck you,” you whine, throwing your back in annoyance.

“Cursing at me isn’t going to get you what you want, y’know. But since I’m in charge…”

He pressed it back against you, turning the setting up to the most intense speed. You had never gotten up to this one before, and now you see why.

Jamie held you down just below your belly, and the pleasure ran through your entire body like electricity, sending a shiver down your spine. You were back to clenching around nothing, you thought about asking Jamie to get your dildo back out again, but your mind was too clouded by the pleasure to even form a sentence.

As you were about to cum again, Jamie took the vibrator away again. You whimpered at the loss of the wonderful sensation, a single tear slipping from your eye. Jamie’s thumb wiped it off and placed a kiss on your cheek.

“I’m sorry, baby. That’s it now, okay? I’ll let you cum for me this time.” He tells you.

Then you feel the vibrator come back to your heat, sliding it up and down, collecting your arousal onto it before turning it back on and switching the speed back to the highest intensity.

“Shit, shit, shit…” you whimper, breathless.

“Shh,” he hushes you, stroking your belly. “Cum for me, let go, darling.”

And it only took you a matter of seconds for the pleasure to flood your body and brain again, your legs trembling as he sent you over the edge, keeping the vibrator pressed against you as he worked you through your high.

When he finally switched the vibrator off, you were left gasping for breath, your thighs pressing against each other as Jamie went to the bathroom to get a cloth to clean you up with.

“Holy shit,” you sigh, finally sitting up, “thank you.”

“For what, darling?” He asks as he returns with the warm, damp cloth, spreading your legs again as he wipes down your messy cunt, being careful not to catch your sensitive nub.

“I felt so… dirty when I would even just touch myself with my fingers when I was with him. I feel like I don’t have to hide or be so secretive with it now. It’s like you set me free!” You giggle, flopping back down onto your bed.

Jamie also cleans up the vibrator a little before putting it back where he found it and throwing one of his tops over to you from the wardrobe. He smiled as he lay down beside you, letting out a big sigh as he slid an arm behind you and pulled you to his chest. “You don’t have to hide anything from me, my love.”

#jamie campbell bower smut #jamie bower smut #jamie bower x reader #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie campbell bower

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I've been gone for a while and came back to realize I hadn't finished The Glory your enha series. I was up until 4 am reading it. I want to say that you are a fucking great writer. Idk if I mentioned it before, but the fact that you didn't (idk if you do now) stan enhypen but took the time to research and analyze their content to gwt an idea of the type of yandere/bully they'd be is just..omg the best. I'm sad it's over, but loved things that most people mentioned, Luke her sticking to getting her revenge, not letting the horrible things that happened to her make her lose her compassion and ultimately gave Jake another chance, the dynamic of certain bullies in the group, her closeness with Soobin. Jake was starting to change because the fact that he went to the house to try to help her despite Jungwon almost killing him says a lot, the way Jungwon seemed like a good guy because he protected her from heejake's advances. You had us all on edge waiting, wondering and questioning. I loved that Yeonjun was underestimated, but I was wondering what he was up to, and it turned out that he was working to take them down. I had to remember that they were just spoiled, maybe bored high-school kids seeking attention and possibly more. The fact that their parents were rich and powerful could make one think they were untouchable but not the case. I'm glad they were punished in the way that would be realistic and that she had her happy ending.

ahhh omg this was so sweet and fun to read, thank you so so much & thank u for ur support and love of the series 🤍🤍😭

I'm so happy you liked it and appreciated the things that you mentioned, u 100% understood my brain which is fascinating and fun :D

I was always very excited when writing these chapters to see how others interpreted things and what were their favorite bits when reading the end, and people did not disappoint! ✨✨🤩🫶🏻

It makes me happy to see that pretty much everything I wanted to convey hit the mark for my lovely readers and they understood why I wrote/planned things in a certain way and also the ending being the way it was, as u said c:

I'm also a little sad that it has ended, but maybe smth similar will pop up in the future, since I definitely miss having a weekly updated series 👀

tysm again sweetheart <333 I was smiling like an idiot when reading this, love youuuu 💗💗

#enha the glory

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writing your request gave me another idea, so i'm sending it to you lol. while kip's recovery from the belt is going well, orange suddenly has some of his old symptoms from his own recovery come back, making him unable to function for the day. so now it's kip's turn to take care of him while also getting a chance to see just how bad it was for orange back then. let me know if you need any other details!

disclaimer i did not proofread this, so any funky structure or words or anything is just there, deal with it. its too late and i want this out tonight woo

~4,5k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

set in the belt corruption arc(/immortal fears technically). has a good old chuck cameo. generally anxiety and shades of unreality are present. hurt/comfort would probably be my best guess for a genre, hints of angst. happy ending tho 💜

On Ao3

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With a yawn, Kip pushed his chair away from the desk, stretching his arms over his head. It had been a long but a very good day, another successful stream with the squad and much less angry yelling than he was anticipating. He was glad to have this time at home again, it had been quite some time since the last time he was able to sit down for this long period of time to focus on something so special to him. Streaming was a good, happy place for him still, one of those things that he could pick up again after being away from it for a long time, and it actually made him feel somewhat normal again, which a lot of things he tried really didn’t do.

Maybe it was because it had been so long, that he had almost completely dropped the hobby he had previously invested so much time and effort into, that it felt so good and normal to get back to it. Being so focused on the game and listening to his friends laugh and bicker while entertaining an audience he didn’t directly see felt so different to Kip, it felt like something he had genuinely missed all this time. Since he hadn’t really given it the time of the day or any thought really while he had been dealing with the belt.

His arms dropped to the armrests of the chair, Kip leaning his head back as he stared at the ceiling for a moment. The silence in the room felt nice for a change, as the Discord call with the boys had just ended and he was left on his own once again. But it didn’t feel bad, honestly. It was quite nice to him, for a change. Maybe Kip was still coming down from the high of the last game and the victory of it, maybe he was just for once in a place after everything that had happened where being alone in silence made him feel content instead of panicking him the hell out.

It didn’t matter though. Whatever it was, it felt really nice.

Kip reached his hands up, removing the headphones from his head as he finally straightened up on his seat, proceeding to turn the computer off. He could have gotten a bit more stream related work done today if he so wished, it was still early in the evening, but stretching his legs and getting away from the screen for at least a little while felt like a better idea to him. He needed to get something to eat anyway and he was out of energy drinks, plus he needed to check on Cassidy, as Kip hadn’t seen him for a few hours now.

Not that he was really worried or anything, but usually when they were apart from one another for this long of a period of time, at least one reached out to the other to make sure they were fine. Be it with just a single text message of ‘hey’ or asking what they wanted for dinner or if they were hungry in the first place. And today so far, Kip had received no such messages, or sent any out himself since he let Cassidy know he would be starting a stream.

Picking his phone from the desk, checking it as the thoughts crossed his mind, Kip’s brows arched a little as he checked over his messages, not seeing the usual blue tick mark next to the messages he sent out hours ago at this point, everything having gone unread.

Pushing up on his feet, Kip quickly exited the office, heading towards the living room. Maybe Cassidy had just fallen asleep and was taking a very long nap, it wasn’t unheard of him especially after a long, rough work week. Kip stopped in the doorway, scanning the empty room with confusion taking over his face.

Slowly the panic starting to rise in him, he turned on his heels, heading upstairs. Maybe he was there, having a good sleep in the bedroom instead. Kip could feel himself stumbling on his feet as he almost tripped up the stairs, trying to steady his breathing as he could suddenly feel the walls closing in on him, the sudden realization of loneliness was taking him over. It felt so familiar in a scary way, he could see from the corner of his eyes the shadows moving around him, every footstep against the wooden flooring echoing in his ears and ringing through his head as he reached for the bedroom door, almost bursting through it as he finally reached it.

Kip stumbled in the bedroom, a wave of comfort and safety immediately washing over him as he stopped the familiar pile of denim clad man laying on it.

He wasn’t sure if Cassidy was awake or not, but he didn’t react as Kip burst into the room with probably way too much force than he intended. Kip stood there in the doorway, taking in the sight of his boyfriend for a moment, a warm, content feeling slowly filling him as he watched the other man’s back steadily rise and lower along his breathing as he was laying on his stomach in the middle of the queen sized bed.

Stepping inside the room finally, Kip walked to the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it, his eyes never leaving Cassidy. He looked so peaceful on his spot, but Kip had to admit that he was almost… Too peaceful.

He carefully reached a hand towards him, laying it on his back. Kip’s eyes dimmed a little as he could feel Cassidy tense up under his touch, such reaction not being very usual for him when being shown affection. Kip shifted on his spot a little, sitting up a bit better, giving Cassidy a gentle nudge with his hand.

“Hey… You okay?”

This time Cassidy moved, only to curl up on his side and roll slightly away from him and his touch. Kip slowly pulled his hand back to himself, trying to comprehend this sudden change in behavior in the other man. He hadn’t seen this from Cassidy before, and honestly it was worrying him a lot.

Especially since Kip could see hints of his own previous behavior in this sudden change of attitude in him.

Kip jumped a little as he could suddenly hear buzzing coming from somewhere close by. Eyes shooting towards the sound, he spotted Cassidy’s phone sitting on the nightstand, screen flashing with an incoming call he deducted based on the length of the buzzing sound. He looked at Cassidy, the blond completely ignoring the sound as he didn’t even move on his spot, for a moment Kip not being sure if he was even breathing anymore as he just remained completely still, ignoring his surroundings.

Slowly sliding off the bed Kip stood up, walking around the bed to the nightstand, picking the phone in his hand. He watched Chuck’s familiar name flashing on the screen, disappearing just as he was looking at the screen, marking him hanging up the call. Before the screen turned off again, Kip could see it reading ‘25 missed calls’ and a pile of unread messages, similarly from Chuck, a few probably from others too.

Kip turned towards Cassidy slowly, any remaining resemblance of a positive outlook about the situation leaving him as Kip watched him just continue to lay still on the bed, the sunglasses still on his face he had pressed hard against the bed. The position he was in looked rather painful, even more so when Kip now knew he wasn't asleep and was absolutely doing it willingly to himself.

"...Chuck's been trying to reach you."

Cassidy remained completely stoic and unreactive, making Kip's face sink even more looking at him. He wasn't sure what had brought this behavior forward, he hadn't seen Cassidy act like this even on his worse days. Sure the man was often very closed off due to both his persona and personality, but it never got this bad. He always at least responded to Kip if no one else, but now it seemed like even he couldn't get through to him.

There was something so clearly wrong that Kip just didn't know how he was supposed to deal with the situation.

He could feel the panic rising again, trying to override those thoughts with the knowledge that he needed to stay calm right now. There was no one else around that could take care of this, there was no one else that knew what was going on, there was no --

Before Kip’s thoughts could race any further, the phone buzzed in his hand again. His eyes widened as they shot towards it, Chuck’s name flashing on the screen again. Pushing all his other thoughts to the side, Kip reached for the phone screen with his free hand, quickly sliding the bar on the screen before lifting the phone up to his ear.

“Orange? Orange? Thank god--”

“Chuck.”

The line went quiet for a moment, Kip considering briefly just dropping the phone next to Cassidy on the bed with the speaker on to let Chuck talk directly to him as he might have been an unwanted part of this conversation. But as Chuck’s voice picked up again, despite how awkward he sounded, at least it made Kip aware that he was needed to be around for this.

“...Kip? Where’s… Where’s Orange?”

Kip glanced at the denim clad man on the bed, wondering what would be the best response to the obvious question about the situation at hand. It was obvious that Cassidy hadn’t picked up the phone for hours, clearly signaling that something was very wrong, but while Kip could physically see it, he wasn’t sure he was able to explain any of it.

“He’s… He’s okay.”

As the words left Kip’s mouth, he wasn’t able to look at the blond anymore. Exiting the bedroom, he stopped in the hallway of the second floor, stopping to lean against the wall as he stared at the bedroom door he closed after himself, wondering if Chuck was going to be able to help him in this situation. Kip most likely knew what was wrong, this was familiar on a very personal distressing level to him, but he didn’t know if Chuck knew anything or if he was able to help.

“Can I talk to him? I just want to make sure.”

Kip shook his head, briefly forgetting in his distress that he was actually on the phone and Chuck wasn’t standing right there looking at him. He brushed a hand over his face, inhaling deeply, getting caught by a surprise at how much his breath was trembling. “I… I don’t think he really wants to talk.”

“Kip. What is going on? Is everything okay?”

“I don’t know.”

The words slipped out of his mouth faster than Kip could stop them, coming out so quietly he wasn’t sure at first if Chuck had heard them. The silence that fell over the call was telling him more than enough though, it takes a good few seconds before Chuck’s voice cut back in.

“You don’t know? Are you home, do I have to come over?”

Kip thought about his offer for a second, but knew that ultimately having another person here physically was just going to make everything even more difficult for them to deal with. While Kip wasn’t exactly sure what was going on with Cassidy, he knew enough from personal experience that getting too many people involved during a weak moment like this was just going to make it worse. As much as he trusted Chuck, he also didn’t want him to butt in to their house at a time like this.

“No… No, it would just make it worse. I just don’t know what to do.”

He was slowly starting to feel more confident telling Chuck about this, him being grilled had caught him off guard at first, but slowly Kip was leaning more into trying to get help from the one other man that might know what was going on. From what Cassidy had told him before, Chuck had been there a lot for him during his dark times just like Cassidy had been for Kip, so he had formed a sort of an understanding that Chuck also knew something about this… Curse, as they liked to refer to it after all the incidents.

Kip never really talked with Chuck though, he was aware of Kip’s situation with Cassidy, but if he was ever around, it was always for his blond friend. Kip was always an afterthought. Which he didn’t really mind in this case, he still wasn’t entirely over with what had happened to him after losing the belt, so talking about any of it with someone like Chuck would probably have been awkward anyways.

“I… I think he’s relapsing.”

That was the best way he could put it, the words they had been using between Kip and Cassidy to talk about situations where one of them, that usually being Kip, got worse again after a good period of being at least somewhat okay and functional. Kip wasn’t sure if Chuck was made aware of this terminology though, the silent reply he was getting from the other end of the call not really helping him figure it out.

“Okay… Okay that’s not good. Where is he? Is he at least in one piece?”

“He’s safe, in the bedroom. Just… Completely unresponsive, laying on the bed, barely moves away from the touch.”

Kip could hear Chuck groaning, sounding like he was suddenly more annoyed than worried anymore. Maybe it was a good sign, maybe this was behavior that he had seen before?

“Okay, listen.” Kip nodded, this time it didn't matter that Chuck didn’t see the gesture from him. “He’s aware of his surroundings if he’s avoiding touches. That’s a good sign. What you need to do is to try to ground him. We need to get him back to reality.”

Now it was starting to sound familiar. This was something Cassidy had told him before, that he had learned to do with him at days when Kip was in much of a similar state than he was right now. The problem was that Kip usually didn’t remember anything about those days when he was laid out and bedridden, so he wasn’t sure exactly how to do that. Cassidy had told him that talking seemed to help most of the time, but apart from that, Kip really had no idea.

“How do we do that?”

Chuck brought this up, maybe he had an idea. If this had been a thing with Cassidy previously while he was in recovery, Chuck had to have been there. He would know.

“Okay, do you have something small and possibly something that dissolves that you could try to feed to him? Sugar, maybe? And something to drink, something tastier than water. He needs those senses activated.”

“Yeah… Yeah I think we have something in the kitchen. Is there anything else?”

“Try to be there with him. Talk to him. Make sure he hears you and understands that you’re there, even if he most likely won’t respond. The last thing you want to do is leave him alone.”

Kip pushed himself off from the wall, heading downstairs and towards the kitchen. He tried to push Chuck’s last words out of his mind, knowing that he had already more than enough failed at that task, having spent most of the day away from him while Cassidy had been in this kind of a condition. He could hopefully still remedy all of this though, if he just followed the rest of Chuck’s advice. It all sounded distantly familiar to him, Kip couldn’t say for sure if Cassidy had been feeding him things while he had been out of it on the worst days, but the talking and closeness otherwise did ring some mental bells to him.

Kip excused himself from the call as he entered the kitchen, knowing that he was going to have his hands full going back upstairs. Thankfully Chuck was understanding, just telling Kip to let him know if things got worse and to text him when Cassidy got better. Stuffing the phone into the pocket of his sweatpants, Kip started opening the kitchen cupboards, trying to find as many items he could try to get Cassidy to consume for him, not really being sure what he could get to work. Anything from basic sugar cubes to sample packs of Nutella to mints and Starbursts, he took everything small enough he could find, alongside a few energy drinks he could try to get Cassidy to taste.

Kip wasn’t really sure if he was feeling hopeful or not about this, Chuck hadn’t really made it clear if this was actually going to work or not. He said it was what usually what worked. Glancing at the pile of food items in his hands as Kip headed back upstairs, he could feel a hard to swallow lump in his throat, teasing him with the thought that what if this wasn’t going to help after all? What if all this was for nothing? That he could try whatever he wished, and he just wasn’t going to be able to help Cassidy, not able to bring him back to this side of consciousness from the darkness.

He stopped at the bedroom door, almost too afraid to open it again. Considering the situation he was sure that Cassidy hadn’t moved from the spot Kip had left him in, but there was still a certain fear in the back of his head that what if something had happened. That he had somehow done something to himself while Kip was away.

Chuck’s words kept playing in his head. ‘The last thing you want to do is leave him alone.’ Had he already fucked this up? Was there no way to reverse this anymore? This was the first time Kip was on the other end of this situation, he hadn’t talked much with Cassidy about his feelings and fears when Kip was having one of these days himself, so he really didn’t know when it was too late to try to deal with it anymore.

Taking in a deep breath Kip tried to calm himself down, carefully pushing down the door handle, re-entering into the bedroom. A wave of content washed over him as he spotted Cassidy exactly where he was left a few minutes earlier, but at the same time Kip could feel the sadness and guilt finding him still laying there too. He wasn’t magically getting better on his own clearly, and Kip hadn’t been there enough for him to help him out.

Pushing the thoughts from his head for a moment, Kip walked around the bed, starting to pile the items from his hands to the floor. Cassidy didn’t seem to pay him any mind, still laying on his side, half of his face buried against the blanket with the sunglasses squished between it and his face in a rather painfully looking manner. As Kip was ready, he carefully approached the other man, lowering a hand on his face, carefully caressing his cheek.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Clementine,” he whispered, offering Cassidy a little smile, despite being sure he didn’t even perceive it. As Cassidy didn’t respond in any manner, vocal or physical, Kip carefully reached for him, slowly pulling the man closer to the edge of the bed. Cassidy didn’t resist, Kip having to hold himself together as Chuck’s words just kept repeating in his head. He had said that Cassidy responding even negatively to touches was good, so Kip wasn’t sure where this landed in the spectrum anymore. Hopefully Cassidy was just aware that Kip was here to help him and that’s why there was no resistance, and he actually wasn’t too far gone already.

Kip carefully slid him onto the floor, setting the blond to sit against the side of the bed. He sat down beside Cassidy, leaning his back against the nightstand, making sure that he had a good look at Cassidy’s face in case of sudden chances in his expression. It was also going to be much easier to try to feed him something from this angle, Kip thought to himself as he glanced at the items on the floor between the two of them.

“I… I got you a little something to eat.” Kip looked at Cassidy, wincing a little to himself as he could finally see the side of his face that had been laid against the bed all this time. The frames of the sunglasses had left a noticeable mark on his face, and while Kip was sure it wasn’t that painful if Cassidy could feel it in the first place, it sure didn’t look very pretty. “It’s… It’s okay. We just have a little picnic here. On the bedroom floor. Just the two of us. With all your favorite treats.”

Kip offered him a smile, getting nothing back. He tried to not let it discourage him, reaching for the little cup of sugar cubes, picking one into his hand. Reaching for Cassidy’s face, he had to fight with him a little bit to be able to get his jaws to open up, but eventually Kip was able to slip a sugar cube into his mouth. He looked at the stoic man, not seeing even a slight movement from him as a response. Maybe he needed something else. Maybe some more encouragement.

Without thinking further, Kip leaned closer, pressing a little peck on his cheek. “You’re going to get better, I promise. I’m here now.”

Maybe he was imagining it. Maybe he wasn’t but it was just a coincidence, but Kip could swear he saw Cassidy swallowing as those words exited his mouth. Kip kept staring at him, trying to make sure he was actually seeing it, his eyes widening a little as he definitely saw it the second time, being followed by a very sudden change in Cassidy’s demeanor as Kip could hear him take in a breath.

Almost frantically Kip looked back to the floor, trying to pick out the next item to try. He hadn’t expected things to work out this fast in his favor, but it was definitely making him more motivated to continue. Maybe Cassidy was just easier to pull out of his rut so it was working on his faster, the man had had a longer recovery period than Kip did, so maybe it had something to do with it. It didn’t matter though, Kip had not confirmed that this was actually working and not hope had been lost, and he was going to continue to try to make it even better, slowly but steadily.

One item at a time he kept feeding them to Cassidy, telling him between each item how proud of him he was and how Kip was there to make things better. How he was sorry he hadn’t been there all day. Eventually ending up just talking about the stream he had earlier, what the boys had been up to and how mad he got at times. What fun things the chat was saying, what they discussed about. Kip tried to keep his mouth going as much as possible, just making sure that there was sound filling in the otherwise quiet room. He didn’t mind that Cassidy still didn’t reply to him, Chuck had thankfully prepared him for that part, and Kip had enough to talk about to just keep going.

As he was chatting away about something mundane, peeling the Starburst in his hand out of the wrapper, Kip watched as suddenly a lazy hand landed on his. His eyes widened as he froze in place, quickly glancing up to watch Cassidy be otherwise just as stoic as before. He wasn’t looking at Kip, not moving anything but the hand he landed on his, but Kip could feel him trying to make an effort to squeeze his hand, almost as if trying to communicate through that.

Kip smiled, holding Cassidy’s hand in one of his while the other one reached to put the Starburst into his mouth. Cassidy had become easier to feed the more Kip did it, this time him taking the candy into his mouth almost entirely on his own from Kip’s fingers. He pressed his hand against Cassidy’s cheek, his thumb caressing the side of his face.

“I’m so proud of you. You’re so strong, Clementine.”

They continued like this until Kip basically ran out of things to give to him, with each item Cassidy slowly giving him more and more signals of some levels of awareness. He was steadily getting better through this, though Kip had no idea how far he was able to actually take it. Like was Cassidy going to return to normal tonight, or what was a point where he could stop and they could just sleep the rest of it off? Again, he didn’t remember being on the other end of this problem himself though he knew it had happened before, so he had little to no reference point to go from.

As Kip spun the final energy drink can in his free hand, he glanced up at Cassidy. He had started to breathe much more freely as time went on, returning Kip’s hands reassuring squeezes every now and then. Kip could swear he was leaning into the touches and kisses to his face too, but as his expression wasn’t changing and the movements were very minimal, it was really hard to actually tell. But the progress was definitely there, that much he could say for sure.

Kip lowered the energy drink to the floor, trying to proceed to open it with one hand. He was stopped though as Cassidy lowered his other hand on top of it, gathering a questioning look from Kip, almost making him jump as he lifted his eyes to meet Cassidy’s face, the blond for the first time in the entire day actually looking directly at him. Still emotionless and behind the sunglasses, but he had shifted on his spot a noticeable amount to be face to face with Kip finally.

“…Kip.”

His voice was hoarse, the word barely audible. Kip just stared back at him, unable to move, unable to look away, just waiting for whatever was going to follow up with that.

“…Thank you.”

Shoving the energy drink aside, Kip leaned closer, pressing his lips against Cassidy’s. A smile rose up on his lips as he could feel him respond to the show of affection, very slightly and carefully Cassidy leaning into the kiss as well after a moment of hesitation.

#fic #setting: belt corruption arc #character: orange cassidy #character: kip sabian #character: chuck taylor #ship: orangekip #request #i didnt intend this to become this long but also you know what who cares it ended up just really cute #again sorry i absolutely did not proofread this apart from what docs pointed out to me so sorry if anything is super wonky #i hope you like it <33 #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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part 2 - cw: pet play, toys, confusion, humilation

The One With The Gift

Sam had gotten home from work earlier than Liv one day and had cleaned up the house some, making sure it felt comfortable for them both. When Liv walked in, he kissed her cheek and she wrapped her arms around him tight.

"Hey, baby. How was your day today?" His arms engulfed her and he felt her sink into him.

"Not bad, just a long day. Glad to be home for sure." She finally pulled away and set her bag down on the table, now noticing the cleared off table and the gift box sitting in the middle. Her eyes lit up and her hands went to her cheeks in shock. "Is it for me?"

Sam shook his head and laughed, slowly reaching for the box. "You always ask that as if a gift that is quite clearly presented and displayed, *wouldnt* be for you. Of course its for you. Though this time, its going to be much different." He tossed the box up in the air justa bit and grinned as he nodded his head at the living room. "Come on, lets get comfortable."

Liv tilted her head in confusion but followed him the living room. He sat down on the couch and had her sit on the floor in front of him with her legs crossed as she normally would.

Liv gave him another curious look and he held the box in front of him, between his spread out legs, with both hands firmly placed on each side.

"Have you ever seen those pet subscription boxes?" He questioned but this only confused Liv more.

"Of course. But we had said-"

"Have you ever seen how curious dogs get on the first one? How they sniff it and get so curious that they toss it around or whatever else?" Sam interrupted her.

"Yes? George's dog would get really excited for them but his first box, George sent us the video of Max just jumping on it." She had no idea where he was going with this. Did he decide he wanted to go ahead? It had only been a few weeks since they talked about getting a puppy but admittedly, she still wasnt ready. "Sam, I-"

"So you know how they normally react! Perfect. Show me."

"What?" Livs head pulled back some, trying to make sense of what he said. "What do you mean? Do you want the video of Max specifically or-"

Sam gave her an evil grin and chuckled, laughing as she spoke before he leaned forward, his forearms on his knees and his body more tense than before. He cut her off again. "Guess who got a special treat today? Yeah, look- its just for you, girl. Come see whats inside."

Livs body had stiffened and her eyes were wide as she stared up at him. She had hoped that night he would take her home and they would try new ideas but he hadnt mentioned it since that day. Hearing him jump right in to it....she didnt know *why* but despite being incredibly confused and embarassed, she was also incredibly intrigued and a bit turned on. Sam sat the box in front of him and pointde at it. Liv stared at the box but didnt move, her thoughts reeling again.

Slowly she reached for the box but Sam put his foot on the top of it. "No, thats not how its done. Try again."

Liv attempted again and Sam stopped her once more. "Why was it that you told me all of these kinks for pet play and yet when I offer the chance, you cant even remember what a puppy acts like. I thought we could start at the basics but maybe we should try a good bit slower."

Liv shook her head and her brows furrowed a bit. She knew slower would be torture. An absolute hell. She looked at him and whimpered. "But I dont know-"

"How? Yes, you do. You just think Im going to hate it. But in all honesty, all i want is you on all fours, opening that box with just your paws and mouth, whining when you cant get it open all the way."

Liv couldnt help it; her jaw dropped. "But-!"

"And I think youve been watching too many cartoons because puppies *definitely* dont talk."

Liv wanted to hide. To bolt into their room, crawl under the covers, and never come back out. But she also was so incredibly turned on by the humiliation, that she couldnt leave the room even if she tried. She was too curious, too excited, too humiliated, and too wet to just leave. She glanced down at the box and shifted to her knees and then all fours. She crawled over to the box and gave a weak little push at the box with her hand.

Sam inhaled deeply and glared down at her. "Sniff it. Go on. You know *exactly* how its done."

Liv blushed but found herself letting out a small whimper of embarrassment. Sam grinned and ran his hand over her cheek.

"Aw, puppy, its okay! Its just for you. And I promise you can play with it all week if youd like."

She felt the cool of his hand on her flushed cheek and just barely kept herself from melting into his hand. She swallowed hard and looked back down at the box before finally leaning down and sniffing at the box.

"Louder. When puppies sniff around, theyre quite loud. I want everything about you to scream how good of a puppy you really are."

Liv wouldve hid under the pillow had they been in their room. Instead, she was ass up with her nose planted on a box. And now she was sniffing the box loudly. Liv kept herself from squeezing her thighs together.

"See, there you go. Good girl. Do you want to know whats inside?" Sam said as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Livs eyes darted away but she nodded in reply. She couldnt possibly care about his silly little rule when she was in such pain. Good pain. But pain, nonetheless. But Sam didnt seem to mind. He continued softly running his finger through her hair and smiled softly down at her.

"Then go ahead, girl. Its all yours!"

Liv wasnt sure she could blush any harder but if she could, her face wouldve been red as a stop sign. Liv pawed at the box and it fell to the side. She pawed at it again, rolling it a few times. She turned a bit and checked the bottom. There was no opening of paper, no lid, nothing. It was a fully wrapped box. Liv stared at it for a second and then looked up at Sam with pleading eyes. Sam only smiled and leaned back, crossing his arms in front of him.

Liv stared back down at the box with big eyes. He had meant for her to dedicate herself to this. He had made sure of it. Of course, she knew her safeties but he was making it to where she didnt have to question it. She just needed to do it. There was no other way. It was do it or dont.

Liv leaned down again and held the box with her hands- paws- as she tore at the paper softly with her teeth. After the first few tears, it didnt feel as overwhelming and she decided to go for it. She tore at the paper, ripping it off, tossing it to the side. On the last long piece, she had dropped it to the side but a small piece had stuck to her cheek. Sam smiled and chuckled a bit, leaning forward to brush at her cheek, just above the paper, with his thumb.

"Aw, puppy, you have some on your face!" He pulled back hand and gave another evil grin. "Get it off, girl. Youve got it! Use your paw, just like you know how to."

Liv stared at the floor and she couldnt help herself- her thighs squeezed together and she let out a small whimper. Her hand-paw- raised to her cheek and she softly pawed at it. She watched as the paper fell to the floor. Her eyes stayed glued to the paper until he tapped the top of the box. Her eyes darted to the box and he tipped it back and forth with just his index finger. She wanted to roll her eyes. She got what he wanted. But she didnt- Liv whimpered again and tried to push away the thoughts. She leaned forward, her feet now crossed, and made the box roll a few times. She noticed there was nothing special about the box except a handle on one end. Otherwise, it was just a box. No curves, no words, nothing. Just a white box with a handle. She finally gave up pawing and tossing the box around and settled on the answer. Take the box to him. He had even told her. She whined again and leaned down to put up the handle with her mouth. She failed at first but on the third try, she finally was able to get a good grip and crawl over to him. It had been a bit heavy but nothing big- which was as expected given the size. She placed it in his la and then leaned back, resting her butt on her legs.

"What is it girl? It's just a box. Im not sure what youre needing." Sam grinned and held the box directly on top of his groin. Liv whimpered and nuzzled the box in his lap.

"Its just the same as before; you still dont know whats in here. And puppies are so curious not to mention you tore off the paper and had no satisfying results."

Livs face pleaded with him but she felt herself shift as he spoke, her leg now wet with her excitement. Liv leaned forward, her face in his lap, hovering over the present as she loudly sniffed at it. She pawed at it a few times and then whimpered again. He seemed to have no response other than smiling and laughing at her. Finally, she huffed and gave him a pouty look.

"Aw, whats the matter- would you like to be my baby again and not my puppy? Is being my good little puppy too hard for you?"

He always teased with that. He knew it would help her embrace it a bit more and never had harm. She glared at him and then- she barked at him. At first, her expression stayed the same. But then his face lit up and she felt herself fill with excitement. She wiggled her butt some and he laughed again. Wiggling her butt wasnt new. But it was always random and always in response to something good. A moment passed and she felt the rush of embarassment flood through her again.

Sam brushed his fingers through her hair again. "Good girlll! You are *such* a good girl. Lets see whats in this box okay?"

Liv nodded and gave a small whimper as he opened the box and set it in front of her. It was a pink silicone dildo- big enough to sit comfortably in at least two of her holes. She blushed again as she read the note that rested on top.

**CHEW TOY**

Liv stared at the toy and then back up at Sam.

"Its your very first chew toy, girl! Go on, pick it up!" Sam watched as her eyes stayed glued to the toy. "Do you want to play now or would you like to take a break for now?"

Her eyes stayed glued to the toy but she reached forward with her hand- paw- and tipped the box to its side. The toy rolled out and almost perfectly rolled to the tip of Sam's shoe. She stared at the toy as if it had betrayed her. She had only meant to indicate she wanted to keep going by letting the toy fall out but instead, she apparently gave a full green light, courtesy of the pink dildo that was currently humiliating her to death.

Sam leaned down and picked up the toy, the set it to his side. He returned his gaze to her and studied her closely. "You've done such a good job today, baby. Im so proud of you. We can go slower, dont worry- I am so happy with how much you did. You are amazing."

Her heart fluttered as his hands cupped either side of her face and she kept herself from wiggling again. She wanted to scream that she was still okay but at the same time- puppies didnt talk. She finally opened her eyes, not even realizing she had closed them or that she was biting her lower lip as her plan came into place.

Sam gave her a curious look as she pulled back and crawled her way to his side. She picked up the dildo in her mouth and crawled back to him, between his legs, and dropped the toy in his lap. She nudged it with her nose but he simply stared at her. She nudged the toy once more with her nose but as she did, she felt how hard he was. She kept herself from giggling with pride and instead leaned back and barked at him again. This time much louder.

Sam's eyes beamed with fire and lust. She knew he wouldnt take her. Not on the first night of a brand new scene. He never did. But *fuck* she wanted him to tear her to bits. She didnt want to wait to "warm up to the idea." She knew it was smart and she knew shed be put in her place and reminded of his safety measures if she tried to push too hard. She hated having to wait. For anything. So she barked at him again. This time when he gave an evil grin, he tossed the toy across the croom. But this time, Liv was going to entertain his whims. Besides, playing fetch was one of the kinks she had marked on the pet play list. And he sure as hell knew it. So this time, she eagerly wiggled her butt and quickly went after the toy, bringing it back to him with it sideways in her mouth, and sitting properly in front of him after dropping it in his lap.

"Fuck." It was Sam's turn to be speechless.

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#bd/sm community #dom/sub #bd/sm blog #bd/sm dom #nsft #nsft concept #bd/sm pet #pet/play #pet plai #petpl4y #pet play.

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sad-brunnettee · 2 years

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Double babysitter | Part 2

Steve Harrington x reader

Part 1

Word count: 745

A/n: This ended up being waaay shorter than I thought.

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Steve was setting some boxes down in the living room. He finally had enough money to move out from his parents house. It wasn’t anything big and fancy but it was a start. Dustin stood in front of him pestering with questions and ideas about how to solve his problem, you.

“Look Steve, she’s trouble and you have to do something. Fast.” Dustin exclaimed once again while moving his arms around for emphasis.

“Dustin let me tell you something.” Steve spoke while struggling to find a place to set down the box on his arms. Deciding on placing it on top of another he crossed his arms while looking at the younger boy.

“Dealing with kids is hard, I have a gift. She won’t survive. Now help me bring in more boxes.” With that, he headed back to his car and get more boxes.

“Wait, th-that’s it? You’re not worried at all?” Dustin stared at him as if he had grown two heads.

“No, now come on Henderson.” With a clap of his hands Steve continued his task.

Mumbling some curses Dusting decided to help his friend nonetheless. He’s sure he’ll come to his senses eventually and will call him over to help him. He always does.

“Auntie can you believe this? Three moms have called asking if I could babysit their kids.” You were over the moon when you heard this. Since you didn’t need to worry about college tuition, the money still came in handy. Not only will you help your aunt with rent but you’ll have enough to treat yourself with something nice.

“Could you blame them? Mrs. Wheeler recommended you to them.”

“I have to call her and thank her then.” You stood up from the chair you were sitting on and headed over to the phone. Picking it up, you dialed her number and waited for someone to pick up.

“Hello?” A males voice came through the phone, it must be Mr. Wheeler.

“Hi, this is y/n may I-” You didn’t have time to finish as you heard him say rather loudly that someone was on the phone looking for his wife.

A few seconds later you heard hushed noises, but you were able to distinguish some words.

“Hi y/n this is Karen how may I help you?”

“Hi Mrs. Wheeler I-”

“Remember, you can call me Karen.” She interrupted and you could hear her smile.

“Right, Karen, i was just calling to thank you. My aunt told me you gave a good word for me and I’ve already been asked to babysit the kids of a few moms.”

“Aw y/n, you don’t have to thank me. I’m glad you’re getting calls.”

This Karen that you’re talking to was nothing like the one you met a few days ago. It seems that she just needs time to warm up to others. In one way or another you were just like her and you knew why she put up those walls.

The two of you stayed on the phone and talked about your new job. Well more like she talked your ear off, the most you could say was ‘yes’ and ‘no’ as well as agreeing on some things.

As she spoke with so much excitement it made you wonder if her husband lets her hang out with other people. From the little information that you were able to grab from him. He was less of a husband and father figure than anything.

Four days have past but they felt like years to Steve. Not once has he received any phone calls from moms. As much as he hated to admit it, Dustin was right. You were trouble. At this rate, there’s a high chance that he’ll have to back to his parents house.

That’s something he just won’t allow, there’s no way he’ll loose to you. Not after fighting monsters over the last couple of years, monsters that could only be seen in nightmares.

This is his last resort of happiness, and his last chance of doing something right. No other girl has caused him this much trouble.

He couldn’t wait any longer, rent will be due in a couple of weeks and he could barely cover it with the money he has. He had to fix this, fast, before you take over Hawkins. The thought of you being a D&D monster crossed his mind but he discarded it. Not only was it absurd but also impossible, the portal’s have been closed. Right?

Taglist: @alisslahey @lubsana @hellomyweirdos @alisslahey

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littlefirefly42 · 1 year

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Love, Maxie

Pairing: Elmax (El x Max)

Summary: When Max's letters stop coming, El realizes she's lost the only person she's ever truly loved

Warnings: Mental Breakdown; Self harm; Su!cide (not graphic); vomiting (not ED related); Hurt no comfort

A/N: I am aware of the irony of finishing a 2000+ word oneshot for myself in less than a week and still not having finished some of y'all's requests. I'm sorry. My only excuse is that I was sad and I needed an outlet. I hope that you enjoy this while you wait I suppose.

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Seven months. That’s how long it had been since Jane Hopper had seen her girlfriend. Trapped in California with not a fraction of a chance that Joyce would let her go back to visit Hawkins, she had been extremely excited when Max had visited the previous June. They had splurged on comics and ice cream, cuddling in El’s bed and reading together. Late at night, they had snuck out the window and onto the roof (with the assistance of El’s powers in Max’s case), and they stared up at the moon and the stars. A strawberry moon, Max had commented once, and El loved her more than she’s ever loved anyone. Now El was sitting alone on the roof, in the same spot, rereading the last letter Max had sent. The date at the top said September 13th, but El had gotten it on November 6th, nearly two months later.

El,

Hey! I miss you so much! I’m glad you’ve been doing well. How did you do on that summer experience essay? I’m sure it was amazing, the draft you sent me was really good. I’m still not in school, but I’m going back in a few days. I’m not really that nervous, but I miss you so much, and I don’t exactly have a crowd of people lined up to be friends with me. Well, I have Lucas. He’s mostly over the breakup and we’ve hung out a few times this summer, so I think we’re cool now. Mike still hates me though, and Dustin just pretends I don’t exist. Steve makes them all play nice because he’s basically my mom at this point, but to be honest I don’t really hang out with any of them very often anymore. Speaking of moms, I think I might tell mine about us, if it’s okay with you. She didn’t seem too shocked when she saw Steve and Eddie together, so maybe she’d be cool? I’m starting to lose sight in my left eye again, so I’ll have another surgery in a few weeks, but apparently it’s a pretty easy one and I’ll just be in and out. Maybe I’ll tell her right before I go under and see what she says after. Also, I’ve been learning how to do wheelies in my wheelchair, I can’t wait to show you the next time I visit. Write back when you can, and tell Joyce and your brothers I said hi!

Love, Maxie

Maxie. It was the nickname El gave Max after they started dating. Less formal than Maxine, more personal than Max, more affectionate than Mad Max. Seeing it scribbled on the worn paper in her girlfriend’s scrawly, messy, beautiful handwriting made El want to sob. She hadn’t heard from Max since she received this letter. She had written back, some giddy lovesick shit about how excited she was and how much she missed her girlfriend, but there was never a reply. She thought it may have gotten lost in the mail, but three letters and two months later it finally sank in: Max wasn’t writing back. Max wasn’t coming to visit. Max didn’t care.

It was a thought El had been stewing in for the past week and a half, and it was breaking her ribs one by one. Sure, she had missed Max before then. There were nights even before the letters stopped coming that she had felt so incredibly lonely without her fiery, sharp-witted girlfriend that she cried for hours and could still taste the sorrow in the back of her throat the next morning. After November 6th, she felt a twinge of loneliness and disappointment whenever she would sort through the mail and hand Will his letter from Mike. She felt hollow waiting like that.

But none of it compared to how she felt now, days after she realized that Max wasn’t busy, and her letter had not been lost in the mail. El just wasn’t worth her time anymore.

That hurt. So goddamn much. The setting sun was clouded over, fracturing and distributing the soft light over the horizon, and a few heavy rain drops fell onto the roof. El refolded the letter along its worn, taped creases. She crawled to the edge of the roof and slipped down into her bedroom window, being careful not to land too loudly. She placed the letter along with the others she had from Max.

“Kids! Dinner!” Joyce yelled from downstairs. Good timing too, because El didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts anymore. But as she was opening her door, something stopped her.

“Coming mom!” Jonathan yelled back. El closed her door and locked it. She didn’t know why, but she felt different. Detached. Her hands shook as she walked back to her desk and picked up the letter.

It made a beautifully violent sound as she tore it. El’s heart pounded, and she grabbed another letter, tearing that one too. Adrenaline seized the girl, grabbing letter after letter and ripping them apart. It was raining harder now, but she didn’t close her window. She couldn’t care less about anything anymore.

“El, come down here!” She heard Joyce call, but the voice hardly registered. She kept tearing apart letters, and when she finished she went to her book shelf and pulled out all her comic books, throwing them on the floor. Several additions of Wonder Woman, Supergirl, Elektra, and dozens more that Max had introduced her too. El fell to the ground and tore those up too, tears beginning to spill down her cheeks. There was a knock at her door, but she was beyond too far gone to hear it. There was nothing outside this room. Nothing but her and the essence of Max in everything.

Max, huddled in the sheets that El threw off her bed.

Max, commenting on the movie and band posters El tore down.

Max, smirking at the flannel that, when El failed to rip with her bare hands, used her powers.

Max, braiding the soft brown hair that El weeded out from its roots.

Max, tracing the veins on the pale wrist that El scratched until it was red and raw, as if she could scrape away the feeling of being loved by someone and then suddenly and inexplicably being abandoned.

Max, who abandoned her.

Things were breaking themselves now, shelves collapsing and lamps shattering, a reflection of the carnage in El’s mind. Someone was pounding on the door. Someone else was yelling. But El was unreachable, buried beneath layers of anger and betrayal, everything else was muffled and far away.

Thunder growled lowly outside the open window, and El found herself crawling beneath it. The cold water puddled on the floor shocked her nerves and unearthed a sorrow beneath the fury that El had been ignoring for a long time. She held herself, fingernails digging into her biceps, rain showering down on her, and drowned in the agony that was losing the one person you trusted to never leave. She may have screamed, but she didn’t hear herself. When Jonathan broke the door down with a crowbar, she didn’t flinch.

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The next day, El still refused to speak. Still refused to talk about what happened, despite the best efforts of her family. Joyce had insisted she stay home from school, so she sat at the dining room table and stared through her lunch. Who knew pb&j could be so goddamn patronizing.

She heard the motor of a truck pulling into the driveway, but she didn’t pay it any mind until Joyce shouted something from her office. Reluctantly, she pulled herself away from one dimly lit room down the hallway to another, leaning silently on the doorway of Joyce’s office.

Joyce was holding a phone with one hand and scribbling aggressively in a notepad with the other, but she shifted the phone to her shoulder when she saw El.

“Honey, would you get the mail please?” She stage-whispered. “I’m waiting on a package and I think it just got delivered.”

El nodded. When she opened the front door there was nothing on the doormat, so she walked down the driveway to the mailbox. It was a cloudless day, and the blinding sun after the previous night’s storm made the air muggy and humid. There were several letters in the mailbox, as well as a newspaper and a folded yellow paper package. She pulled everything out and brought it back inside, tossing the letters and paper carelessly onto the kitchen counter and taking the package to Joyce.

“Thanks El.” She said, then added “No bills or anything?”

El responded with a simple shrug and walked away before Joyce could add anything more to the skeleton of a conversation. When she returned to the kitchen she began sifting through the letters for anything important, needing something to occupy herself with, to save her from her thoughts. She found nothing notable, two bills, a check, some ads, and- El paused. A stuffed brown envelope from Hawkins, Indiana. At first she dismissed it, with a twinge of heartache, as another letter for Will; But the return address caught her eye. It was Max’s. Suddenly, the walls of the house felt very claustrophobic. El’s heartbeat quickened and dread rooted itself deep in her chest as she slid to the ground. Slowly, with sweaty, shaking hands, she tore the seal and pulled out the first of three papers. It was written on flowery stationary, a cruel beauty to accent the pure repulsiveness of its content.

Dear Ms. Byers,

I hope you and your family are doing well. I heard that Jonathon got his acceptance letter, send him my congrats. I am writing to share some rather distressing information with you. You must excuse the tardiness of this letter, I have been grieving and could not bring myself to write it. However, I feel that it is my moral duty, and my duty as a mother, to inform you that your daughter, Jane, is a homosexual.

El felt her chest tighten. Joyce had known about her and Max for months and didn’t seem to have an issue with the relationship, but from the tone of the letter it was obvious Ms. Mayfield didn’t feel the same. She took a deep breath, letting the fact sink in, before continuing to read.

I’m ashamed to admit that I have known for quite awhile, and only now have I had the strength to tell you. You may remember my daughter, Maxine, who came to visit you in the summer. Maxine was sick as well, and I recommend you immediately seek therapy for Jane. The two were involved in a romantic relationship, the likes of which drove my daughter to suicide several months ago.

Something stopped inside of El. She reread the last sentence three more times, looked away, blinked, and then read it again. But no matter how much she wanted to pretend she was hallucinating, the word was still there and glaring. Suicide.

I know this kind of thing is hard to hear, and you may want to deny it, but from one mother to another I think the best thing for Jane is to accept it and get her professional help. I have photocopied Max’s suicide note and enclosed it with this letter, so that you may understand the severity of the situation. Please address it immediately, before we lose another child.

My best regards to you,

Susan Mayfield

El finished reading the letter and tossed it aside numbly. She pulled out the second paper, an obituary with a picture of a grinning little kid in a yellow bathing suit, missing most of her teeth, ginger hair tangled and wet. El didn’t even bother reading it. She dropped it onto the letter from Max’s mom and pulled out the last paper. It was a slightly crooked photocopy of a lined piece of paper.

El,

I am so sorry. I know my mother will read this first, but I couldn’t care less. You should know I lied to you in my letters. I don’t speak or eat a lot anymore and I don’t leave my room most days. I miss you so much. I don’t have anyone anymore, and all the time I’m just alone with my shitty mind. After you left Hawkins the first time I thought I would be okay, and I was for a while. At least, I was better than I am now. Then you came back and I didn’t even care that the world was ending because I was with you again. And that day in the hospital, when you told me you loved me, I think it was the best moment of my life. I was so ready to give up El, but being with you saved me. When you went back to Cali I didn’t feel that same emptiness as the first time. I missed you so goddamn much, but with the letters and the visit in the summer I felt like I always had something to look forward to, and that something was always you. Nothing else, no one else. Just you. And then it all went to shit again. The guys stuck around a little after everything went down, but eventually they all kind of stopped talking to me. Steve still drives me places and scolds me for not taking my meds and all that, but we’re not really friends you know? Plus, I used to just get ignored at school, but the wheelchair has been an asshole magnet and it’s getting a little intolerable. Anyway, it doesn’t matter really. The point is I just kept feeling worse all the time. And I love you, and for a while that was enough, but eventually it just hurt more, feeling like a shell of myself until the next time I heard from you. I told my mom about us like I said I would, and she broke down and said I needed help and I couldn’t keep writing to you. She’s trying to get me sent to some clinic now, and I just can’t do it anymore. Without you, I’ve got no one. So I’m sorry, really really sorry, that I couldn’t be strong enough for you, because you sure as hell were for me and now I’m leaving you but if there’s a god he knows I don’t have a choice. I love you El, I hope you live the best goddamn life.

Love, Maxie

El’s hands shook as she placed the photocopy gently on top of the other papers. Her heart kept pounding faster and faster, and it made her chest ache. Everything was too large and too close, and yet there was a strange numbness to the overwhelming feeling, like a fight-or-flight response, a reflex. Her body was acting on its own, and her mind was somewhere else. Somewhere far, far away. She lifted herself from the ground, heart still pounding, and made her way dizzily up to her room, leaving the two letters and her girlfriend’s obituary on the kitchen floor. El's room was in the same chaotic disarray it was the previous night, and still she looked around and saw nothing but Max. Everything she had destroyed in her blind rage was Max. And Max was dead. And everything was gone. And El fell down to her knees and threw up, then cried on the hardwood floor for a long time.

#stranger things #elmax stranger things #elmax #el stranger things #el hopper #jane hopper #max mayfield #maxine mayfield #el x max #max x el #hurt no comfort #angst #like a lot of angst #tw for shitty writing

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antivanruffles · 1 year

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For the Valentine’s Day 💋 (y’all already know which pairing I’m gonna choose lol) so maybe we can get some Cassaric + 39 or 7! Whichever you want, I just love the way you write them 🥹💕

7. I know we're fighting but come here (swoons) 39. Shushing them in the middle of kissing to make them stop talking.

Eyyy, why not both? 😏

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The whole thing had gotten so blown out of proportion. It had started with a disagreement that had evolved into an argument which then promptly devolved into a fight.

Varric couldn't even remember what started it, exactly, only that it had turned into them both airing all the little things that had been annoying them recently until they were left feeling defensive and raw. And she'd only just gotten back from her most recent errand for the Seekers. It seemed a pity to waste all their energy on fighting about stupid shit. They could have a real talk about the shit bothering them later. Much later.

He found her sulking in the library, which at least was better than the armory. Less access to sharp pointy things. She was nestled by the fire, with a ridiculously plush blanket thrown over her legs that Bran had probably procured for her at one point or another. A book lay open on her lap, but he could see her idly flipping through the pages which meant she wasn't actually reading it. The jut of her lip looked suspiciously like a pout which meant she was moping.

It also meant he could defuse the situation.

Varric approached cautiously because he was still likely the last person she wanted to see at the moment.

"Seeker--"

"No, Varric. I am still mad at you. Go away."

Her tone lacked any real heat, so Varric took that as a good sign. He stopped by the fireplace, a few feet from her. She was now dangerously close to full on pouting, and that meant she was tired. He was too, honestly. They'd spent the better part of an hour going round and round again before she'd finally stormed off.

"I'm not here to fight, Cassandra. We can fight later if you really want to, but for now why don't we put aside the petty shit so I can welcome you home properly. Seeing as I never got the chance before."

She didn't acknowledge him, only went back to flipping through her book even through it was obvious she wasn't reading it. Or she had learned to read at the speed of light. Which, he wouldn't put past her, but still. Since she hadn't told him to leave again he decided to press his luck. He crept closer to her, soft footed and slow.

He stopped beside the chair, waited for just a moment, and then reached out to take her hand in his. "I know we're fighting, but I am glad you're back." Varric lifted her hand up and pressed a warm kiss to the inside of her wrist.

"You are not winning me over that easily, dwarf." She narrowed her eyes in warning, and amusement.

"But I can win you over?" He grinned.

"I did not say that!"

"Didn't have to." Varric bent his head slightly and hid his laugh against her skin. Then he looked up to meet her gaze again, and noted that her eyes were far lighter than they had been. "Just, c'mere?"

He tugged gently on her hand to get her to lean forward. She gave in and sat up, letting herself be pulled toward him until their faces were inches apart. Varric cupped her cheek and placed a soft kiss against her lips. He might have said she hummed in appreciation at the contact, but he wasn't going to push his luck and mention it.

"Hi, welcome back," he said instead.

"Hi," she whispered. Her eyes were as soft as her smile, but then she seemed to remember herself and frowned at him. "Do not think this means I have forgotten our--"

"Yeah, yeah, you can yell at me tomorrow." He slid his hand from her cheek to the back of her neck and tugged her forward in order to kiss her fully. And to effectively shut her up. "For now," he said between kisses, "just let me show you how much I've missed you."

#valentine kiss prompts #prompt fills #cassarric fic #cassarric #cassandra pentaghast #varric tethras

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mystery-star · 1 year

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Whumpril 2023 - Day 4 | Needle

Pairing: Ben Wade x reader (gender neutral)

Words: 819

Warnings: injuries

A/N: Missed a day? Find all Whumpril entries on my Whumpril Masterlist.

The wound looked really bad. You swallowed when Ben had removed his clothing to show it to you.

“That bad?” he asked with a raised eyebrow

“I can’t say yet. There’s so much blood” you took his arm and helped him sit down “Sit”

“Already am sitting, am I not?”

“I meant stay” he chuckled and you walked away to get the medical set. By now you shouldn’t be that bothered about the gang’s wounds anymore, it was a regular occurrence and being the camp’s you treated all of it. But it was different with Ben. The two of you were courting and he was more than a friend. You didn’t necessarily like the rest of the gang so of course it didn’t bother you. And now, for the first time since you were with them, you had to treat Ben. With a sigh you got the set and returned to Ben who was wiping away the blood with his shirt. Gently, you pushed his hands away to see for yourself. “That was a bigger gun, right?” you asked

“Yeah”

“Well it looks like there’s two wounds. I have to see if the bullet’s still inside and I think we need to stitch them up” he let out a grunt but nodded.

“Do it” grabbing your tools you told him to lay down but he refused

“You told me to stay seated”

“Well now you should lie down”

“I’m fine sitting” he replied through gritted teeth. Oh well, you could work like that but you understood why he didn’t want to lie down. He was the gangs’ boss after all. He didn’t want to appear weak by lying down.

“Well, you’re the boss” you replied, making him chuckle. As you got to work on getting the bullet out you felt his muscles tense and he closed his eyes, his hands gripping his bloodstained shirt. “That’s the worst part, I know” you assured him, amazed that he didn’t utter too many sounds of pain.

“Thank you” he suddenly pressed out

“Of course, you’re welcome”

“I meant thanks for being considerate” he added more quietly before he let out a little groan of pain. You placed a hand on his other shoulder to calm him down “I remember a time when you weren’t around and we’d either do that ourselves or others did and well…”

“I can imagine” you gave him a reassuring smile and continued your work, feeling glad when you got the first bullet out. But the second one was worse for both of you, not just because it took longer but also because it seemed to hurt more. You heard him sigh in relief and relax once you told him that it was done. As you took out the needle he glanced at you. “It’s over soon”

“I know”

“How did it go anyways?”

“Robbery?”

“Of course” again you wiped off the blood before you got to work

“Oh well…” he started telling you about it and what had happened, how he got shot and they got away without trouble

“Well that’s nice to hear. That you got away easily that is” you smiled but it fell when you saw how he clenched his fists again in pain.

“I can’t say what’s worse”

“What? What’s worse?”

“Well, I don’t know, as I said” you rolled your eyes

“What are you comparing?”

“Getting out the bullet to this. Just the thought you use that needle to actually make more holes in my skin over and over feels weird, ya know? And instead of getting stuff out you put the thread in” you shrugged. He did have a point but how he got these thoughts so randomly you didn’t know.

“But it helps with healing later on”

“Oh, I know. I know you know what you’re doing” he looked at you and you got the hidden message. That for him it was a great sign of trust to let you treat him. Of course, living as he did he couldn’t really trust anyone and even his gang could use the chance to get rid of him right now instead of helping. Somehow it made you sad because you couldn’t believe how hard it must be if you had no one you could fully trust. Or be yourself with. He had even admitted that sometimes he wished back times where he was just another gang member where people wouldn’t be jealous of him and he hadn’t to fear they might just murder him in his sleep because he had nothing to offer. You smiled

“Well, I have to make sure to get you back to your feet or else I might need to start earning my keep if you’re gone” his hand squeezed yours.

“I think you already do just by doing all this” he looked at you with a smirk “And I have rather you treat me than anyone else”

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#ben wade #russell crowe #3:10 to yuma #whumpril2023 #whumprilday4 #ben wade imagine #ben wade x reader #ben wade x you

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mcwriting · 2 years

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Why R U Here?

I was inspired by @peachescream06 saying that y/n deserves a happy ending after GOOD 4 U and instead gave us this 😀 I am actually considering a real happy ending piece but we shall see. I'm kind of liking the angst

Also semi based on MGK's "why are you here" but also not at all? Lol

Ship: Technically none but past Tom Holland x Y/N

Word Count: 2955

Warnings: Language, angst, some discussion of alcohol and illicit dr*g usage

NO HAPPY ENDING

🦋

The New Year's Eve party was bustling as ever when you arrived, your date in tow.

Old friends from over the years cheered when they saw you come in, and even more when you raised a large bottle of champagne in the air.

Greg smiled at you, smitten with the way you were always the life of the party.

In the five years since Tom's fateful wedding, you had finally moved on with your life, drifting apart naturally.

After his wedding, you had muted all of his posts, now only seeing them when you randomly remembered him and searched his name. There wasn't much to see, though.

He hadn't posted in months.

You had met Greg not long after Tom's wedding but were only work colleagues for a while. Eventually a friendship emerged and after you had left that job, he reached out to let you know that he was into you.

That had only been a couple of months prior.

Nothing was serious at all. You didn't even celebrate any of the holidays together since things were too fresh. This was his first public outing with you and you were excited for him to meet your friends.

"Hey, y/n! I'm glad you could make it. Who's your friend?" your closest friend jokingly asked, pointing her head towards Greg. She had heard about him, but they were yet to be introduced.

It didn't take much introducing him to people before he got lost in conversation with some of the other guys attending.

It gave you a chance to go around and chat with other friends you hadn't seen in a while, alone. You were pouring some champagne when one approached.

"Nice guy you've got there. Seems cool," she said. You chuckled as you turned around and leaned back on the counter.

"Cool? That's all you've got for me?"

"Hey I've barely met him so far. But look, seriously y/n, we're just happy you're finally dating again."

You rolled your eyes playfully and sipped your drink.

"And what's that supposed to mean, hm?"

The girl looked back and forth to make sure no one was listening in before answering.

"It's just... you were so torn up about Tom... We were worried about you for a while there. We're all happy that you're doing well now."

"Oh don't be too dramatic. I was sad for a while but honestly, I stayed single as long as I did because I didn't want to deal with another relationship. Now I'm finally able to do that with Greg without any pressure. We're just taking it slow to see where things go."

"That's good. We were worried that you were gonna fall off again after everything with Tom came out a couple months ago."

You paused, brow twitching.

"I'm sorry... what? What's wrong with Tom?"

"Oh you know, the divorce?"

Divorce???

Your friend could see the confusion on your face and she became slackjawed, a blush creeping to her face.

"I... take it you didn't know that he and his wife spilt up?" she asked meekly, like she had accidentally blown a massive secret.

You started shaking your head before speaking with disbelief.

"No. I mean... I'm not necessarily surprised but no, I didn't know that at all. All I knew is that he stopped posting on instagram a while ago. We don't keep up with each other. Last I saw him in person was their wedding night."

Her eyes widened even more.

"Well that might end tonight."

You looked at her with even more concern, brows knit together and a dip in your chin forward.

"What?" you asked pointedly. She almost cowered before speaking.

"He's here. Brought some girl but they haven't been together, like, at all tonight. That's her over there." She gestured to a slim woman with bouncy blonde curls falling down her shoulders. She looked uncomfortable standing alone with her drink.

Well this is just great.

You shook your head again, unable to wrap it around the entire situation when suddenly he appeared.

Tom was standing there next to his date and you were in shock.

And then he saw you.

Both of your eyes widened considerably and you immediately looked away, hoping that he wouldn't come over.

Of course he did, though.

"Y/n! It's so good to see you!" he exclaimed as he walked up. He wrapped you in an excited hug and you awkwardly reciprocated it.

"Hey, Tom. Good to see you too," you replied weakly.

This was all too much, especially on a sober mind. You quickly finished the wine in your glass and turned to get more.

Tom didn't look like he had in the last picture you could find of him. He looked tired and thin, very unlike his typical muscular physique and lively attitude.

"So... how have you been? It's been a while," he started. You weren't in the mood for small talk with him but didn't want to be rude.

"Oh, you know. Things are pretty good these day-"

"Hey what's going on over here?" Greg interrupted goofily. You tried not to sigh too loudly in relief. "Y/n, who's this?"

Before you could answer, Tom was sticking out a hand and introducing himself.

"Tom. Pleasure to meet you. And you are..?"

"Greg." The man gave you a subtle glance. He knew who Tom was, to an extent. At least, he knew you were exes, and that's about it. "I'm y/n's plus one for the evening."

"Ah. Lucky man you are, then," Tom said with a wink. "Y/n always knows how to get a party going, right darling?"

Tom was ever the charmer, trying to put Greg at ease. It was a smart move considering Greg had at least 6 inches on him and bulging biceps.

"Darling?" Greg asked, suspicious.

"Apologies. I forget that saying darling in the states is far less common that back home in London."

Greg easily bought it, but you knew that Tom was just spinning things. He had always called you darling and never used it on other people when you were dating.

"Well, Tom, it was so good seeing you, but there are a few other people that I've been meaning to introduce Greg too. So... maybe we'll circle back later?"

He accepted that and you dragged Greg off, glad to finally be over that conversation. You ignored the fact that you ended by giving Tom another chance to speak later, but hopefully by then you'd be at least nursing a decent buzz.

The party was going well as people chatted over finger foods and progressively became less sober. From what you could tell, no one was completely sloshed yet in anticipation for the clock to strike midnight, but the overall murmur was getting louder over time.

Between conversations, you occasionally saw Tom and could tell from the corners of your eyes that he was looking at you. You tried to ignore him but eventually would glance when he got caught up with someone.

It led to a few brief instances of eye contact that you weren't proud to have. Your stomach was churning from anxiousness but you continued to push it away, wanting to end the year on a positive note.

You also couldn't help but notice his poor date. The girl was mostly left out of Tom's conversations and clearly wasn't enjoying herself.

She looks like someone who deserves better than that. You thought, but not long after, the lights dimmed and a TV was turned onto the New Year's Rockin' Eve as there were only a few minutes left of December.

People started shuffling around to get a better view of the screen and make sure they were up beside their partners for when the clock struck 12.

Greg's strong arm wrapped around you tightly and you leaned in, continuing to try and keep any thought of Tom out of your head.

And then people were counting down the minute, getting louder the lower it got.

"3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!" everyone exclaimed in unison, tossing confetti. You felt kinda bad for the host having to clean it up later but ignored that as Greg's strong hand grabbed your head and pulled you to kiss him.

People were blowing on horns and cheering and singing but you were lost in Greg's lips. After a few seconds, you pulled away and smiled, starting to dance happily in celebration of new beginnings.

You started to stir, though, quickly realizing all the champagne was starting to take a toll on you, so in the commotion you excused yourself to the bathroom.

The hall bath was slightly tucked away from the main part of the house, so you relished in the calm while appreciating the muffled sounds of excitement. You reached to grab the doorknob when it turned and the door flung open.

"Oh so sorry I-" you stopped. It was Tom. Wonderful. "Uh. Sorry, I didn't realize you were in there."

Tom quickly shook his head.

"No no! Don't even worry about it. I, uh, I'm glad to see you again. Crazy party, huh?" he awkwardly said with what seemed to be newfound energy since you'd talked before. He didn't move from the doorway, however.

"Hah, I wouldn't call this one of our craziest, but it's definitely fun!" you answered. He still didn't budge as an awkward silence fell between you.

"Look, y/n, I'm sorry for the way things happened between us. I hope you can forgive me."

Oh great. Now he wanted to get all heavy on you. What a perfect way to start your year.

"You know what, don't be. I worked out my demons a long time ago and... and I'm glad I was able to move on... I, uh, I heard what happened. Must suck." you replied, instantly regretting the last part, but you couldn't have stopped the words from flowing out if you'd wanted to.

"Uh... yeah, no. It was definitely rough but I think things are looking up, you know?" There was another long pause. "I hope you're happy, y/n."

You were taken aback by that statement.

"I- I am. I'm really lucky to be where I am and to have Greg."

"Greg? That guy? You could do better, you know."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"That guy gave me weird vibes. He doesn't deserve you. You're amazing, what's he?"

"I'll have you know he's a great guy. And if he doesn't deserve me then who does? You?"

"No, I don't and that's what sucks." he trailed. You stared at each other for a while before suddenly your lips were on each other, fueled by raging anger and alcohol.

The heated kiss lasted for a while until you pulled away to look at him. You were prepared to gently stop things when something caught your eye.

There was a white residue on his upper lip and nostril.

"What the fuck?" you exclaimed suddenly and stepped away, causing him to jerk back as well.

"What? What's wrong?"

"You're asking me what's wrong when you're the one that's coked up right now? Since when do you even do coke?" you started exclaiming. You tried not to be too loud despite knowing that the crowd likely couldn't hear what was going on.

"I- no I, I can explain-"

You put up a finger to stop him

"No. I don't ever want to hear another one of your bullshit excuses so you better leave before things get uglier than they already are, Tom. And I mean that."

With that, you pushed past him and slammed the bathroom door closed, locking it furiously.

You couldn't believe what had just happened. You looked at yourself in the mirror, finding yourself paled. Shaky hands reached out to grab the counter when you felt powder below your left fingers and immediately jerked back.

How great, now you had to clean up Tom's mess for him.

You quickly grabbed some tissues and wet them, wiping the counter and flushing them down the toilet when you thought everything was clean.

You were still mad, but the pause gave you time to cool down a little more before you could finish your business. You again looked at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands and wanted to cry.

Your stomach was churning but you held it down and forced back the tears from forming. You knew your face would be red when you exited the bathroom, but you could easily blame it on alcohol.

When you returned to the party, your closest friend approached as you looked around, wanting to locate both Tom and Greg.

"Hey, do you know what's with Tom leaving?"

"Huh?" you asked as you continued looking around, not quite processing what she said.

"Well he came from the hall and grabbed that girl he brought and rushed out. I'm not sure he even said goodbye to anyone. Seemed weird."

"Oh, uh. Yeah I actually ran into him when I went to the bathroom. He didn't look like he was feeling well."

Your friend hummed and nodded her head. You probably weren't being a very good liar right now, but all you wanted to do was find Greg and leave.

Your night was over.

"Hey there you are! What took you so long?" Greg asked cheerfully from behind you, making you jump.

"Oh my gosh! Greg," you breathed, adrenaline suddenly flowing through your blood. "You scared me. There was, um, a line. Uh... actually I'm- I'm not feeling all that great. Would you be opposed to turning in early?

"Whatttt? You don't want to keep hanging with all the cool people?" your friend said. You chuckled lightly.

"Hah, you know I'd love to but suddenly I just don't feel great. Not sure what's going on... but it was great to see you and everyone else! Maybe we can do this again sometime?"

You leaned forward to hug her and then grabbed Greg's hand to lead him towards the door. Other partygoers called your name and you waved, only stopping to toss on your coat and grab your bag.

The chilling air outside was like a slap to the face but you trudged through the yard regardless towards Greg's SUV.

"Hey, y/n. Are you okay? What happened back there?" he asked, trying to keep up with your brisk pace.

"I already told you, I don't feel well," you snapped, immediately feeling bad. This wasn't his fault.

He stepped away to give you space as you got into the passenger seat and slammed the door. You felt guilty watching him walk around the front of the car to his door.

Once he got in the car, he started it but sat silently for a moment, like he was in thought. You looked at him in the low light, his face barely illuminated by the streetlights and moon.

"Greg, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come off so harsh just then and leave the party without any notice I just..." you paused. Part of you wanted to tell him what happened, but the other part wanted to forget it forever.

Greg quirked a brow at you, looking expectant for you to finish.

"... I don't know what's wrong with me. I think I have a migraine and the sound and everything was really affecting me and I'm sorry about that. We can stay if you want to."

Greg's hand gently moved atop yours, where he then turned it to interlaced his fingers with yours.

"Hey, it's okay. I get it," he murmured quietly. "My mom used to deal with them like crazy when I was a kid so I've seen how bad they can be. Let's get you home and in bed, okay?"

He pulled your hand up and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, causing you to flash him a soft smile and nod.

The hour ride home was pretty quiet, save for the radio playing at the lowest level and the occasional pops and flashes of fireworks in the distance.

Halfway through, you felt your phone buzz in your lap and picked it up instinctively. The bright screen was initially blinding before you could turn it all the way down. You groaned slightly to maintain the act, then refocused your eyes to the device.

It was a text from none other than Tom and your stomach dropped but you didn't move or open it yet. You weren't sure if you wanted to deal with him any more but eventually curiosity got the best of you.

Y/n, I'm so sorry about what happened. I'm not the same person I was back then and I'm sorry for everything I put you through. I also apologize for tonight. I hope you can forgive me - Tom

You wanted to toss the phone out the window, laugh maniacally, scream. There were both a thousand and zero thoughts passing through your brain.

Instead, you simply huffed, shook your head, and deleted the message, placing the phone facedown on your lap.

"Everything okay?" Greg questioned lightly, not taking his eyes from the road.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Just a drunken text from Katie saying she hopes we make it home alive. At least, that's what I think she was saying," you lied, hoping he assumed your reaction was more laughter than disapproval.

He clicked his tongue and chuckled before another silence fell thick.

You resolved yourself to leaning back and to the side, resting your forehead on the freezing window to look up at the sky, hoping to see more fireworks among the stars to calm your racing heart.

And as tears trailed your cheeks in bitter silence, you couldn't help but grin at the golden glimmers above you.

🦋

A/N: So um. That was sad af. Oops. Also was not expecting this to be longer than the first part but yeehaw. Hope you enjoyed!

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